"Move. One of you has to move," Dew groans. Teeth grinding together so hard his jaw aches. He tries to shimmy, to roll his hips just a little. To ease some of the intense pressure. But between Aether's arms wrapped around his waist, and Mountain's hands on his hips, he's stuck. Pinned. Helpless.
One of them, Aether he thinks, is shoved right up against his prostate. A steady pressure that makes his cock kick and leak. He's trying to keep his shit together. Trying to breathe through the stretch, the overwhelm of it all. But that would be a hell of a lot easier if either of them would have a little mercy on him and get things going.
"Fuck," he groans. He presses his head against Aether's shoulder, sweaty already. "Please."
"I need a minute," Mountain finally grits out from behind him. His fingers clench on Dew's hips.
"Really?" Dew looks over his shoulder at Mountain's pinched brows, the sweat beading on his temples. Dew watches as Mountain bites his lip, fangs exposed as he concentrates.
"Aeth--" Mountain groans. "Can feel you pulsing. Not helping."
Aether closes his eyes. Dew looks between them, disbelieving what's happening. Usually he's the one struggling to last. The one fighting with himself to keep his shit together and not blow it immediately. As it is his stomach hurts. He wants this, wants more. Needs it.
And they're both failing him.
"Let go of me," Dew demands. "I'll do it."
"Dew," Aether warns, grip loosening. "I won't--can't last."
"Cum then, I don't care." Dew shoves himself up, out of Aether's grip. "I'll take what I need either way."
Mountain tries to hold him in place but Dew is already moving, grinding back and clenching. Dragging gut punched moans from the other two ghouls. Aether's eyes slam shut. Dew watches his face scrunch up as he shoves himself backwards, further onto them. Both of them, buried inside of him to the hilt.
It's too much. It's so good. He shudders with it, back bowing. Body sending signals to his brain to stop, to keep going, to fucking move. So he does. Rolling his hips down. Pushing against the way Mountain tries to keep him still. Against the brusing grip Aether suddenly has on his thighs.
It's everything. Dew keens with each push. The bright ache of the stretch. The way he feels Aether's cock pulse against his prostate. The flex of Mountain's fingers on his hips. Dew chases the burning in his gut. Manages to get a hand on himself even though that's supposed to be Aether's job.
"Should have just--" Dew gasps, rocking back, stroking himself hard and fast, twisting up around the sticky head. "Borrowed a couple of Cirrus' toys. They wouldn't fucking disappoint me."
Mountain makes a sad gut punched noise. Aether digs his fingers in so hard Dew thinks he might be bleeding. He doesn't care. God they feel so good.
Mountain growls, low. He pulls one hand from Dew's hip and plants it on his lower back. He shoves him down, almost chest to chest with Aether.
He snaps his hips forward, a counter rhythm to the one Dew has already set and Dew keens. Scrabbling for a hold on Aether's shoulders.
"Fucking finally," he gasps. The drag of their cocks in opposite rhythm sends him spiraling. Fingers curling tight around the head of his cock, rutting it against Aethers' belly, digging the head into soft flesh as Mountain fucks him.
"Dew," Aether grunts, back arching, hips twitching up toward Dew even as Mountain and Dew control all of the movement. "Please. I need you to--you've gotta--please."
Mountain hums out an agreement, hips faltering, losing rhyhtm as he rockets closer and closer. Dew doesn't need his words to know. They're both close--closer than he is. He grins against the side of Aether's neck.
"Already told you," Dew mumbles, teeth grazing over Aether's jaw. "Cum whenever you want. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop."
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