And Dave pauses, just rubbing the tips over Link’s sensitive hole. Rhett stalls and Link can feel his fingers flexing. He takes in deep, shuddering breaths, feeling himself starting to tremble. They give him time, waiting patiently, and he can feel Dave’s mouth on his shoulder, soothing and grounding, and when he nods, letting his eyes fall shut, he feels Dave press into him with those two fingers. 

It’s–

Gosh, it’s a lot. It’s a stretch, uncomfortable and new, and he’s breathing out a, “Okay, alright. Come on,” before he can convince himself not to do this. “Do it.” 

He feels Rhett, first, both of Dave’s fingers still buried inside him as Rhett lines himself up. Even this is a tight fit.

And he’s– 

He’s fuzzy. He’s floating, nothing but sensation as Rhett presses inside, as Dave lines himself up. He can feel Rhett shaking, or maybe it’s still him. He doesn’t know anymore, he can only feel Dave pressing inside, too. If he, fuck– if he breathes too hard, he might split in half. It’s like every single inch of his body is taut, pulled and stretched to its limits, and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

He lets it out around a heavy moan, slurs out a, “Gosh, y’all.” 

Vaguely, he can hear Dave breathe out a laugh, feel him putting his forehead between his shoulder blades. There’s a thick groan, and then Link can feel someone moving. It’s a blur, and he’s made entirely of sensation, and he’s full and he’s sweating and he’s not hard anymore, but he will be. 

He will be, very soon, because Rhett’s hands are on his chest and Dave’s are on the insides of his thighs, and Rhett is leaning forward to press their mouths together sweetly. And all Link feels is both of them. 

He can’t get his mouth to work around anymore words, and he can’t get his body to work at all, being held up by the two of them entirely. His cock is wet, half-hard, and before he can think about it, Dave is cupping over him. 

Voice rough, he asks Link, “You alright?” 

Link nods, just barely, his chest rumbling with a groan. “Keep fucking me,” he slurs. “Come inside me.”

“We will,” Dave promises. “Rhett, you wanna come inside our boy?” And there’s Dave’s mouth against his neck, Dave’s cock huge inside of him, Dave’s hands on his skin, and Link is hard again. 

Rhett comes first. His hands dig into the meaty part of Link’s thighs, his mouth falling open around a thick, heavy groan as his hips stutter up into Link. It’s that much slicker, then, and he hears Dave make a low sound, feels his hips working a little more erratically into him. 

It’s a blur when Dave comes, fingers kneading at Link’s skin, telling him he’s a good boy. 

And then they’re both easing out of him, leaving him fuzzy and floating and hard. There’s a mouth on him in barely a moment, and Link is certain he’s going to come in just a few seconds. 

He’s sore and stretched, feels wet and filthy and loved and cared for. 

He doesn’t remember coming.