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Caleb’s hand comes to wrap around his girth, giving him slow strokes. Up, down, up, down. Zayne tips his head back into the bed and starts bucking his hips up to meet Caleb’s hand with a groan.

“Uh-uh.” Caleb immediately takes his hand off his cock. “Clearly I’m going to have to take extra measures with you today.”

Zayne gasps when he feels the weight of Caleb’s evol pressing him into the mattress. He feels it around his wrists, securing them to his sides, and across his hips to restrict any kind of movement there. He gives it a test, trying to lift his hips up off the bed but it feels like there’s a ton of bricks weighing him down.

“Don’t bother,” Caleb’s hand returns to his cock. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Zayne tries to stay relaxed, tries not to strain against the evol that pins him down, but it’s hard when the hand on his cock is moving so god damn slowly and gently and all he wants to do is rut into Caleb’s fist until he cums.

“Bend your knees up.” Caleb demands, hand now drifting down to lightly fondle his balls. “Needa stretch you open for me.”

He does as he’s told, lifting his feet to rest on the edge of the bed and practically presenting his hole for Caleb.

“So obedient today.” He mutters. “You must be pretty needy.”

Even without being able to see, Zayne is absolutely certain that Caleb’s got a smug little smirk on his face. He knows full well that the only reason he’s this needy and desperate is thanks to all the filthy messages and photos he’s sent him today. He hears Caleb snicker as he pops open a bottle of lube.

“Relax.” He says gently, feeling the prod of a finger at his tight hole. “Let me in. Theeere you go.”

“Mmm.” Zayne moans out as the first finger slips all the way in to the last knuckle.

Caleb adds a second finger and Zayne becomes all too aware of how much he’s panting already. His fingers move slowly in and out, lube squelching with each little thrust. He’s being too gentle, too kind, and Zayne’s a little worried. Usually that means Caleb’s got something up his sleeve.

He feels the fingers inside him scissor a little, stretching him open wider and getting him ready for Caleb’s thick cock. He also feels the constant dribble of pre-cum dripping down onto his belly, there must be an embarrassing amount by now, but that’s how Caleb likes it. He likes to tease Zayne to the point of pain, leaving his cock hard and aching for as long as possible until the smallest of touches is all it takes to blow his load.

“C-Caleb…” He whines.

“You know what I’m gonna do?” Caleb ignores him, pushing his fingers up into his prostate causing Zayne to cry out. “I’m gonna slide my cock riiight on in here. And then I’m gonna put this fleshlight I’ve got next to me straight down on your cock.” Zayne lets out a little muffled whimper. “Mmmhm. That’s right, gonna fuck your ass while you fuck this toy. You like the sound of that?”

“Y-yes.” He hates to admit it but he does. His cock won’t stop bobbing in the air at the thought of it.

“Tell me how much you want my cock inside you.” Caleb’s fingers keep pressing and rubbing against his prostate.

“P-please…god, Caleb,” He pleads. “Need your cock inside me s-so badly.”

His fingers slip from his ass and he hears more lube being squirted out. One lot for his cock and another for the fleshlight, presumably. God. He is not going to last long with that thing on him.

He feels the blunt head of Caleb’s cock press up against his hole and he tries to relax as much as possible, letting Caleb notch the tip in before slowly pushing the whole way in.

“Fuuuck,” Caleb groans and Zayne wishes he could see so badly. He does so love the look on his face when he first enters. “Always so god damn tight for me.”

He buries himself to the hilt, hips flush against Zayne’s ass, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t start fucking him like he so desperately needs. He waits in complete silence. Caleb’s always one to run his mouth during sex so when he’s quiet it’s the most unnerving of things.

A palm runs up the length of his cock before firmly grasping it and angling to point straight up. And then he feels it, the entrance of the fleshlight being pressed against his tip before being forced to breach it. His back arches as much as it can whilst still being pinned down by Caleb’s evol and the toy is slid down on his cock torturously slow.

“Hah, f-fuck.” Zayne pants.

“Hm,” Caleb ponders. “I was gonna edge you, buuut I kinda wanna see how fast I can make you come instead.”

Zayne chokes out a moan when the fleshlight is slammed all the way down to his pelvis, completely engulfing his cock. When it’s dragged back up, Caleb starts to pull his own cock out of his ass, and then when he thrusts back in the fleshlight goes down again. He’s fucking him in tandem—filled up and fully sheathed at the same time and Zayne is so completely overwhelmed.

“Caleb, p-please—I—hnnng.”

He has a feeling he’s exactly where Caleb wants him to be; an overstimulated mess who can barely speak.

“Come ooon,” Caleb coos. “Be a good boy and come for me. Wanna see your cum leakin’ outta this thing.”

Caleb moves faster, with more purpose, like his only mission is to milk him as fast as possible. Zayne clenches his fists at his sides and tips his head back, mouth agape with moans spilling free. The sensation of Caleb’s cock hitting deep inside at the same time as his cock gets swallowed up by the toy is too much for him, he can’t hold out any longer.

“God…yes…” He whispers, body shaking as he empties himself into the toy.

Caleb keeps working the toy over his cock, dragging more cum out of him. Zayne can feel it oozing out of the toy and down onto his balls and it’s making the filthiest sounds now that his cum’s acting as additional lube.

“Love makin’ you whimper like this,” He focuses the toy on the head of his cock. “Favourite sound in the whole world.”

“Bet you love this don’t you,” He keeps going. “Just lying there and taking it like a good boy, yeah you do.” Caleb’s voice sounds strained, he’s beginning to struggle to hold himself back. “Been thinkin’ about this all day too, been dying to just shove my cock inside you.”

The toy’s finally removed from his cock and he can feel the strings of cum dripping out and over his belly as it’s pulled away. Caleb laughs.

“Holy shit, you made quite the mess.” Zayne lets out a pained groan when he feels a hand wrap around his shaft. “So fuckin’ wet and sticky, bet you’re all senstive down here, huh.”

Zayne gives a shaky nod of his head. He bites his lip, trying and failing to hide the whines from Caleb toying with him.

“God, you look so good.” Caleb starts thrusting harder, hips slapping against Zayne’s ass. “Got—fuck—got that nice little blush across your cheeks. Hard cock lookin’ all pretty as it keeps leakin’ cum all over you.”

He can’t keep it in any more. Zayne lets out a long moan as another little spurt of cum shoots out of his tip when Caleb’s cock keeps pushing against that spot deep inside him.

“Such a mess.” He tuts. “Gonna clean you up after, mmhmm, gonna run my tongue aaaall over that sensitive cock and lick up every drop of cum until you’re begging me to stop.”

Caleb pushes on the backs of his thighs, pressing them further into his chest, and his cock feels so fucking deep inside him. He starts pounding into him mercilessly, body jostling on the bed as he pants and whines.

“Gonna fill this tight ass up with my cum.” He growls. “Oh shit, oh fuck.”

Caleb shoves himself as deep as he can go, filling him up with rope after rope of cum.

“That’s it, take it all.” He says through gritted teeth. “Shit that feels good.”

Caleb doesn’t wait long, as soon as he’s spent he’s quickly slipping out from Zayne’s hole and whipping the blindfold off of him. He blinks rapidly against the light and watches in slight dread as Caleb leans his head down to his cock, a cruel smirk spread across his lips.

“What, you thought I was all talk?” He mocks. “You should know me better than that by now.”

It’s bearable at first, a few gentle licks around the base and the occasional tease to his balls. But then he’s practically slurping at him, devouring every drop of cum on his cock.

“Always—mm—always tastes so good.” Caleb mumbles against his shaft, the vibrations only causing Zayne even more agony.

“Too much,” Zayne mumbles. “So…mmph, so sensitive, C-Caleb, please.”

Caleb just laughs lightly against his cock before moving his tongue to his tip, flicking it back and forth across the sensitive bit on the underside.

“P-please, no more, I—fuck I can’t!” He’s truly begging at this point, still uselessly trying to buck away from his mouth under Caleb’s evol that refuses to let up.

“Oh sorry, did you want me to stop?” Caleb finally relents, looking up at him with a satisfied smile whilst wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “All you had to do was ask.”

Uh-oh, you gulp, that sounded less like a promise and more like a warning. You hear the subtle noises of Zayne moving around next to you.

“Fuck you,” Caleb curses through gritted teeth. “That’s not fair.”

You frown, wondering what Caleb’s on about, and then two fingers spread your pussy lips apart and you feel an all too familiar toy be placed on your clit. Zayne presses the button to turn on the toy and it immediately sucks hard at your clit.

“Oh sh-shiiit!” You cry, back arching off the bed and wrists pulling at the ropes. “Oh god, oh fuck, please.”

“You don’t need to ask permission to come today.” Zayne tells you, although you’re not sure that’s a good thing. “I’d say come as many times as you want but you’ll be coming whether you want to or not.” Yep, definitely not a good thing.

Your cunt clenches at his words and you can sense your orgasm approaching already, and thanks to his previous work on your g-spot you can feel that you’re about to make a mess. It’s no coincidence that making you squirt is one of Caleb’s favourite things and there’s no doubt that it’s Zayne’s intention to force him to watch you gush over the sheets.

“So close, so close—fuck!” Zayne presses the button to up the suction on the toy and it doesn’t take long before you feel your cum start to leak out of you. “C-coming!”

Caleb grunts and you hear the chair scrape against the floor in obvious frustration as you keep coming. You must be soaking the bed, you can feel it splattering out of you and the suction on your clit just keeps dragging it on and on.

“That’s it,” Zayne doesn’t remove the toy. “Keep coming.”

You cry out in frustration, it’s not as if you have a choice right now. You feel your orgasm subside but the toy doesn’t let up, it just sucks away on your hard nub.

“Z-Zay—wait, p-please!” You beg.

Zayne grabs your bound wrists and moves them down to hold the toy at your pussy, replacing his own hand.

“Keep that on your clit.” He instructs. “And don’t move it unless told otherwise.”

Caleb feels like he’s losing his mind. He genuinely thought he was going to come without even being touched when he watched you squirt all over the bed. And now he’s just having to sit here and listen to your tortured moans while you writhe around and, fuck, he just needs to shove his cock inside of that sopping wet cunt so badly. He wants to press your legs to your chest, pound into you, feel you squirt around him.

But it seems Zayne has other ideas for him tonight. He watches the other man suspiciously when he comes to Caleb’s side with something hidden behind his back.

“Don’t look at me. Look at her.” Zayne’s being particularly strict today, it seems.

Caleb huffs in annoyance but complies all the same. But now he wishes he didn’t, because he can tell you’re about to come and he doesn’t know if he can take it.

“Oooh my god, I—fuck—I’m coming again already.” He can see your walls pulse around nothing, more cum dribbling out of your hole and over the plug, and there’s a puddle forming underneath your ass.

He’s so distracted by watching you convulse on the bed that he barely notices Zayne reach down to slip a stroker toy over his cock.

“Haah,” Caleb gasps when it’s pushed all the way to the base before being dragged back up. Shit, he’s so worked up he’s going to come embarrassingly quick. “Zayne—if you—fuck—”

He focuses on his breathing, in, out, in, out. Just hold it off for a few more minutes, he tells himself.

“Open them.” Caleb’s eyes jolt open at Zayne’s deep voice next to his ear.

Unfortunately it’s at that moment you begin whimpering when your third orgasm breaks over you and Caleb’s cock immediately spurts rope after rope of cum up onto his chest.

“Fuuuuck.” Caleb’s voice cracks as he groans. His wrists pull tightly on the ropes behind him and he bucks his hips up into Zayne’s fist holding the toy. “Yes, yes, yesss.”

He keeps his eyes on you, watches how your hands shake with the effort to keep the toy on your clit and how cum just keeps oozing out of your little hole and another few more spurts of cum burst from his tip as Zayne keeps moving the toy over his cock.

His abs twitch with how sensitive he is, the stroker feels so fucking good on his cock and the sound is obscene now that his cum has slipped in to create a copious amount of lube, but his orgasm is most definitely over.

“Z-Zayne,” he practically pleads. “C’mon—I can’t—mmm–”

It isn’t until he looks up to see Zayne smirking at him that he realises he’s going to be forced to endure the same torture as you. A little whimper slips from his mouth.

The pleasure is so intense and something is rising deep in his gut. Is he really about to come again?

“I know you’ve got more in you.” Zayne mutters into his ear, mixing with the sound of your pained moans. “And I’m going to force it out of you.”

“I-I don’t know if I—hnng—if I can,” he stutters. He tries to move his hips away but all it really does is move his cock in and out of the toy’s sleeve and suddenly he’s desperately fucking up into it while Zayne holds it still. “O-oh shit, g-gonna—aah—gonna come again.”

He didn’t think he’d be able to come again so soon, and it doesn’t wrack his body as much as the first, but a surprising amount of cum still pumps out and splatters onto his belly. He feels Zayne’s breathy chuckle on his ear more than he hears it. Bastard.

Caleb’s overstimulated whimpering is what brings you to climax the fourth—or maybe it’s the fifth—time. You wish you could see what he’s doing. Is he using his mouth? Hand? A toy? You have no idea what’s making Caleb whine so prettily and it frustrates you to no end. It seems like Zayne’s worked out the best form of punishment for you both—Caleb’s forced to watch knowing he can’t touch and you’re forced to listen knowing you can’t see. All you can do is sob as the pleasure keeps rolling over you, you’re not even sure if this is the same orgasm or an entirely new one. Each one bleeds into the next and it’s starting to get too much for you.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” You cry, closing your thighs but keeping the toy where it belongs as it continues to suck relentlessly against your poor little clit.

“You can remove the toy.” Zayne says to you whilst pulling the stroker off of Caleb’s cock causing him to sigh in relief.

You immediately drop the toy, not even bothering to turn it off, and you heave in several shaky breaths. Caleb finally allows his eyes to close for a moment, taking a second to ground himself as he hears Zayne placing the toys to the side.

Once he’s done, Zayne gently grabs your arms, pulls you up into a sitting position and then slowly helps you to stand. You absentmindedly wonder why he hasn’t removed the blindfold or untied the rope around your wrists. He begins leading you over to Caleb and your legs shake with each step.

“You’re like a newborn deer.” Caleb chuckles tiredly.

“Shut up.” There’s no malice to your voice and he can see the little smile forming on your face. Zayne keeps walking you until your knees bump into Caleb’s.

Then he’s maneuvering you so that you’re straddling him, placing your still tied arms to hang around his neck.

“W-wait.” Caleb says with sudden realisation. “Are you really…”

“Mhm.” Zayne hums in confirmation whilst giving the other man a smirk. He grasps Caleb’s cock firmly, slick and sticky with his cum, and lines it up with your messy pussy. “Sit down, sweetheart.”

Caleb’s so damn sensitive that as soon as your cunt sinks down on him he feels a couple of dribbles of cum leak out of his tip and into you.

“F-fuck.” He whimpers. “Haah, s’too much, oh my fucking god.”

Part of you feels sorry for Caleb; whilst your clit is incredibly sensitive to the point where even the tiniest touch makes you twitch, at least it’s only that and not that your hole has been stretched and abused like it normally is when you receive a punishment from the two of them.

A pulse runs through your clit and you unintentionally clench down around Caleb.

“C-can you not!” He chokes on a moan.

“I didn’t do it deliberately!” You refute, turning your head to give Caleb a decisively annoyed look despite knowing he can’t see your expression.

Zayne turns to hide his smile. Even while you’re being punished you two still act like this. It’s why he loves you.

He eases the plug out of your ass before applying plenty of lube to his own cock. He tells you to relax, pushing you forward to rest against Caleb, and slowly works his way into your tight hole. He hears you sigh in relief when he notches the head of his cock inside.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well.” He praises, the bulk of your punishment now being over. “You’ve both done very well for me today.”

Caleb groans as he feels your cunt get tighter the more Zayne pushes into your ass. His cock feels so unbelievably raw and overused inside of you. Meanwhile you’re all too aware of how Caleb’s cum smears against your tits and stomach, it’s filthy and sticky but, god, does it turn you on.

The two of you moan when Zayne starts to rock his hips, cock sliding in and out of your ass while Caleb’s just sits still inside of you. Zayne’s hands sit on your hips and Caleb’s head is tucked in at your neck, and you feel more than you hear the muffled whines into your skin.

Your clit keeps brushing against Caleb’s pelvis, and as much as you really don’t think you can come again, somehow you feel that need bubbling up.

“I…I can’t…” You sob, scraping your fingers through Caleb’s hair and grasping lightly. “C-can’t come again.”

“You can.” Zayne says with a grunt, hips picking up speed. “Do you want to know why?” A rhetorical question no doubt but you shake your head anyway. “Because you don’t have a choice.” His firm thrusts jostle you into Caleb, causing his still surprisingly hard cock to press against your g-spot. “I’m going to drag that final orgasm from your body. From both of your bodies.”

His words send you over the edge one last time, pussy gently clamping down on the two cocks stuffed inside you, and you feel the tingles spread across your whole body. You go limp against Caleb, letting Zayne use you as he seeks his own release.

Caleb doesn’t know how—he doesn’t feel like he should have any cum left in his body—but your cunt manages to squeeze the last few remaining drops out of him. He whimpers quietly into your shoulder, shuddering as his final orgasm washes over him, sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

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Both of your bodies are coated in cum and sweat. Ideally, Zayne would rather just put the two of you in the shower but he genuinely doesn’t think either of your legs work well enough to do that right now.

“Let me dampen some cloths and I’ll clean you both up.” He says and wanders off to the adjoining bathroom.

You and Caleb lie quietly next to each other, enjoying the peace and the chance to come down from the evening’s activities.

“Think my cock died.” Caleb murmurs and you just snicker, reaching down to thread your fingers through his.

“Want me to kiss it better?” You tease.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.” He says through a laugh. “My cock is off active duty until further notice.” He squeezes your hand and turns his head to you. “You doin’ okay?”

“Mhmmm.” You hum with a giddy smile and Caleb just laughs at you.

“I think you’ll find this portion of the session is my job.” Zayne says lightly as he returns, now fully cleaned up and with a small bundle of wet cloths in his arms.

“Psshh, can’t ask our girlfriend how she’s doing after having her clit sucked until it’s raw?” He says, voice dripping in sarcasm.

Zayne just smiles and kneels up on the bed, ready to begin wiping up the mess he made. He leans over to deal with Caleb first.

“It’s okay, I can do it.” Caleb tries to take the cloth from his hand.

Zayne tuts and lightly slaps his hand away.

“Let me look after you.” He says softly. For Zayne, this is the most important part of getting Caleb to be vulnerable in these scenes—not submitting to him, not giving up the control or power—but allowing someone to take care of him. He’s spent his whole life looking after you, and maybe part of Zayne feels guilty that he had to do it alone since he left when they were children, so he simply wants to return the favour. And if draining him of every drop of cum until he can barely function is how he has to do it, then so be it.

Caleb reluctantly lets his hand drop to his side and allows Zayne to clean him up, humming in content as the warm cloth wipes away the smears of cum on his belly but hissing as he wipes down the sensitive head of his cock. He smiles when Zayne gives the rope marks on his wrists a soft kiss.

Once he’s all cleaned up, Zayne moves on to you. You beam up at him as he gently washes the mess from your breasts and he can’t help but give you a warm smile back. This is his favourite part with you, seeing how utterly relaxed you are and enjoying being the one to help take away the day’s stress. He likes that you get giggly after, lets him know that you’re doing okay and puts his own mind at ease if he’s been particularly rough on you that session. He holds your wrists, repeating the same gentle kiss on each one as he did with Caleb’s.

He grabs a new cloth and parts your folds, cleaning as carefully as possible around your poor little clit. He makes sure to get the backs of your thighs and bottom where you were laid in the puddle of your own mess for a while. Which reminds him.

“Water.” Zayne suddenly says. “We need to make sure your fluids are replenished.” He gives you a final wipe and stands to go to the kitchen. “I’ll get some now.”

“Zaynie.” You say sweetly and he turns to look and finds you holding out a hand to him. “I can have water in a minute. Please come lie with us first?”

Caleb shuffles over and pats the newly made gap on the bed between you two.

“But–” Zayne starts, glancing back towards the kitchen.

“Zayne.” Caleb says with exaggerated seriousness. “Our girl would like some cuddles. Get over here.”

And this is the part he’s still not used to doing solo. When it’s him and Caleb working as a team, Caleb naturally falls into the role of coddling you while Zayne makes sure everyone’s cleaned, watered, and fed. Only after will he join you both.

Zayne sighs with a smile and climbs up onto the bed to sit between the two of you. Immediately he feels you snuggle into him, arm wrapping around his waist and face nuzzling into his chest. Caleb leans up on to his elbow, straining his neck to give Zayne a soft kiss on the lips.

“So I’m guessing we’ll need to arrange a funeral.” Zayne mutters against his lips. “Your cock did die, after all”

"Can't you - f-fuck - can't you turn it down a little?" Caleb complains.

"Why would I do that?" You look at him like he's asked the most stupid question in the world. "Isn't the point to prove who can hold out the longest? Not a very good test if I leave it on baby mode."

Caleb snarls at you. You know he'll get you back later but right now you really couldn't care less. You're having far too much fun.

Your eyes return to their cocks. Two sets of pre-cum continuously oozing from their tips to run down and mix over the wand. Fuck, you want to stick your tongue out to taste them so badly.

You raise your hand and squeeze their cocks in your grip as best you can, forcing their sensitive tips to press harder into the head of the vibrator.

"Shit." Caleb whines. "You were just - mmm - supposed to be helping, n-not making it harder f-for us."

You ignore Caleb and cast a glance over to Zayne to find his eyes closed and you can hear him attempt to steady his breathing.

"You okay there, Zaynie?" You ask with a smirk.

"I'm...I'm doing f-fine, th-thank you." He stutters breathlessly.

The heads of their cocks are an angry red and you can feel them throb against your fingertips. Surely one of them is going to blow soon.

Maybe...maybe you should help them along...just a little?

"You guys are making such a mess." You sigh dramatically. "Would you like me to clean you up after?"

You look up at them both with the most innocent face you can muster.

"Enough." Zayne says through gritted teeth, not taking the bait and refusing to look at you.

The man opposite him however...

"Mmph..." A muffled whimper slips from Caleb's mouth and you turn to look at him with a triumphant smirk.

Caleb immediately knows he's fucked up.

"Would you like me to run my tongue up and down your cock?" You coo. "Lick up every drop of your sticky mess?"

Zayne groans quietly but Caleb? Oh Caleb's gone, his eyes are going glassy, a stream of moans spilling from his lips.

"God," he chokes out. "Want your mouth around me so fuckin' bad."

You press the button to go up a level on the wand again and their hips jerk.

Zayne's abs are twitching, chest heaving with every laboured breath. Meanwhile Caleb's biting down on his bottom lip, eyes scrunched up tight in pleasure - or pain, you're not really sure which and you don't really care either.

"I'll take you both down my throat after, m'kay?" You say extra cheerfully. "Make you both all nice and clean."

Zayne merely utters a quiet curse but the image of you on your knees is too much for Caleb. He can feel it coming and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

"Shit, shit, fucking shit!" He cries and then all of a sudden cum is practically erupting from his cock. "Hah - f-fuuuck - oh god that feels good."

Caleb's head tips back onto his shoulders, letting out a long groan in relief. You watch in awe as the cum continues to flow, spilling down his shaft and onto the wand.

And then a hand is at the nape of your neck, gripping firm, before Zayne's cock finally joins the other, ropes of cum spurting out and up onto his chest.

"Shit." Zayne says through a strained moan.

You can't quite believe how much cum pours from their cocks. Endless amounts of creamy white fluid keeps pumping out of their tips, slipping down the side of the wand and trickling across the back of your hand.

You turn down the toy to the lowest setting but keep a firm hold on them, watching in fascination at how you seem to be milking every last drop of cum from them. Every time you think they're done, another little dribble comes out.

"Wow..." You whisper to yourself with a chuckle.

"S'too much," Caleb slurs, his legs trembling and barely keeping him up. "But...fuck me, that feels s'good."

Zayne, however, grabs your wrist and removes your hand, allowing him to finally give his poor, overstimulated cock a rest. He looks down at you through hooded eyes, hair completely dishevelled, and gives you a raised eyebrow which tells you you'll be paying for this in the not too distant future.

You turn off the wand, the silence in the room now feeling a little odd after hearing the buzz of the toy for so long, and you watch in satisfaction as the few remaining strands of stringy cum drip from their cocks to the floor.

"That wasn't fair," Caleb says, voice cracking and chest heaving with every breath. "You played dirty."

Zayne grabs the towel from the bed and begins the arduous task of cleaning up the copious amounts of cum.

"She played dirty with both of us." He smirks, looking far too smug. "Don't be a sore loser."

"I want a rematch." Caleb demands and you just roll your eyes.

"Fine," You sigh. "But next time we test it by the two of you fucking me at the same time."

Neither of them had any arguments with that.