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It was silently understood between them, Oscar supposed, that he and Max both messed around with Daniel, but that was it. There was no need to interact otherwise. Oscar liked it better that way, only because he wasn’t sure he could work up the courage to really talk to him. He’d spent years looking up to both Daniel and Max, it was already a miracle that Daniel had given him a chance, he hadn’t thought it was worth it to try his luck with Max too.

Oscar felt much differently now, especially after having Max watch him blow Daniel, after Daniel insisted he show off how good he was at it. The boundary he thought was necessary had crumbled in seconds, destroyed by the feeling of Max’s fingers curling in his hair and pushing him down further, whispering in his ear about how good he looked with his mouth full, his other hand tracing Oscar’s throat so he could feel the bulge of Daniel’s cock.

Daniel was still breathless, a devious smile forming on his face, as if he knew Oscar would ask. “You can do more than that, baby,” he coaxed softly.

Max made the first move, impatient, leaning in and pressing their lips together wetly, sliding his tongue against Oscar’s. This whole thing had been Max’s idea, to invite Oscar to join him and Daniel. Daniel had been practically preaching to him about how good Oscar was, about his endless stamina and the way he begged to be fucked. Max didn’t often like involving himself in Daniel’s other prospects, but he’d been made curious by everything Daniel had told him.

Oscar mewled against Max’s mouth, his hands holding both sides of his face, spit dripping down his chin from the intensity of it. It wasn’t like anything he’d experienced before, Max kissing him like his life depended on it, hot and wet and passionate. Oscar didn’t pull away until Max did, staring at him with wide eyes, silently asking for more.

“I get why Daniel never shuts up about you,” Max hummed, licking his plump, red lips to punctuate the sentence. Max’s hand found its way onto Daniel’s thigh, pulling him closer. Daniel’s cock occupied the space between Oscar and Max, still slick with spit and achingly hard.

Max leaned forward to kiss the shaft, his tongue darting out to lick up the length. “Kiss me again,” he whispered against Daniel’s cock.

Oscar understood what Max wanted him to do, leaning close too, lapping at Daniel’s dick. Oscar could feel Max’s tongue and lips brush against his, the two of them making messy work of getting Daniel off, mouthing at his cock.

Daniel could barely look down at them without wanting to come immediately, gripping both Oscar’s and Max’s hair with his hands, pressing them closer, encouraging them on. It was incredible, his two favorite boys on their knees for him, so desperate to please him. He could get used to having both of them at the same time. “Just like that,” he sighed, watching as Max bobbed his head around half the length, Oscar taking care to suck and lick at the rest of him, both looking up at him with wet, glistening eyes.

Oscar switched off with Max a few moments later, swirling his tongue around the head. Oscar didn’t take him down, though, in favor of pulling Max in by his chin, making it so both of them were lapping at his head, a tangle of tongues and a slurry of soft, sweet noises, wanting to make it hard for Daniel to last.

It worked, of course, Daniel didn’t need much encouragement. Max stroked him fast while both he and Oscar waited with their mouths open, tongues sticking out to catch the load Daniel would be giving them, staring up at him intently.

Daniel’s grip on their hair tightened, letting out a strained moan as he came, watching as his come shot into both of their mouths. Daniel was kicking himself for not filming the sight in front of him, but he was sure he would get the two of them like this again. “Don’t be greedy, Max,” he said lowly, noticing the Dutchman had gotten most of his load in the end.

Max didn’t have to be told twice, surging forward to kiss Oscar again before either of them could swallow, letting the younger boy taste Daniel on his tongue. He could feel Oscar’s hands grabbing at him, sliding up his rib cage and making him shiver, pulling him in closer, bare chests pressed together. Max had to pull back, feeling lightheaded with the lack of oxygen and his overwhelming need for Oscar. “Hard not to be,” Max quipped back.