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patrick is behind you, his chest pressed against your back, and his hands are roaming everywhere. it’s like he has a million of them. you feel him all over somehow, especially when he starts to grind his hips slowly against yours. art is in front of you, facing you, with your hips practically pressed together. his hands roam just like patrick’s. maybe that’s why it feels like there are so many hands on you. you’re not sure where his hands are compared to patrick’s, all you know is that they feel so good. you’re dancing between the two of them, swaying and rolling your hips to the rhythm of the music surrounding you. every touch from the two of them sends shock waves through your body, little parks that feed into the ache you’re starting to feel between your legs. your head falls back on patrick’s shoulder and it’s like they can sense what you’re feeling without you saying anything. maybe you did say something - you’re honestly not sure what your mouth is doing, but it feels like you need to chew on something.

they take you back to your tent - adorably decorated by you earlier in the day because you insisted on making sure it looked nice. you go easily as they lay you down on the plush blankets laid over the air mattress art had the foresight to bring… almost like they’d planned this, what a coincidence. you’re starting to peak now, your body floating in space and so so sensitive. your mouth feels weird and you tell them so. art mentions casually that that’s normal, you just need to suck on something. it’s not entirely his fault that he’s standing right above you when he says it and it’s definitely not his fault that your first reaction is to flick your eyes down to the noticeable bulge in his pants before looking back up at him with those pretty eyes. what was he supposed to do?

as it turns out, art was right. sucking on something does help. the weight of his dick in your mouth, the salty taste of his skin, the delicious smell of him - they all make your head fuzzy and soft. you’re on your tummy between art’s legs and the ache between your own legs is still there, but again, it’s like they know what you need before you even ask. patrick slides up behind you and gently pulls your tiny little rave shorts down, delighted to find nothing under them. “she’s such a cute little slut,” he mutters softly to art.

it’s not long before patrick is sliding his dick inside you. you’re dripping around him and drooling around art, so leaky and wet for your two boys. never in your life did you think two people could make you feel this good, but it’s bliss. your bodies move and melt together, they anticipate your every need. the only thoughts occupying your mind are art, patrick, art, patrick, art, patrick. they adore you like this, so pliant and responsive. it takes every ounce of their willpower not to completely demolish you like they want to - a thought for next time, because the second they saw that dazed, doe-eyed look in you they decided there would be a next time. especially when they realize how easy it is to make you cum like this, how they barely have to move before you’re spasming and tightening your perfect little holes around them. they push and pull orgasm after orgasm out of you, only stopping when they can’t take it anymore and have to cum inside your thrumming body. even then, just the feeling of being filled with their hot sticky cum sends you over the edge one more time.