#time to sleep.. maybe

“Fuck.. more, Y/N. More..” Flins groaned out, rolling his hips back and forth and driving his cock deeper into your walls. You were tight, so unbelievably tight that he almost forgot about Varka’s presence, how it wasn’t only him that was fucking you.

He lets his head roll back as his penis slides in and out of your anus, his fingers digging into your hips as pearls of sweat drip down his chiseled body. Soft, breathy groans fall from his lips, crescendoing with each and every thrust. You can’t see him from where you were positioned, after all, you had Varka pumping into your mouth, but the mere mental image of what he might look like in this very moment was making you even more aroused.

Meanwhile, as he rocked in and out of your anus, Varka stands in front of you, his hand guiding your head up and down on his cock while his balls rub against your chin.

He smirks down at you as he pushes your head up and down, watching as he disappeared past your lips and came out again. Each time the tip of his shaft hit the back of soft palate, he couldn’t help but let out a breathy groan in response. His hands rest on the slide of your head, entangling themselves in your soft locks.

You look up, letting your eyes crawl up Varka’s body, enjoying the view. Small strands of lemon blonde hair trail up from his crotch to his belly button, the happy trail almost unnoticeable due to his pale complexion. His muscled chest drips with sweat, glistening under the soft candlelight which was scattered around the bedroom. And finally, his face. His handsome, absolutely ravishing face which was overcome with bliss, eyes rolled back and lips parted to let his sounds of pleasure be heard.

You let yourself get lost in his beauty. Not in the feeling of Flins’s impressive dick driving in and out of you, not in the feeling of his fingers massaging and squeezing your buttocks and hips, and definitely not in the feeling of Varka’s cock be coated with your saliva.

The soft scent of white musk drifts through the air, whirling past your nostrils and complementing the already intimate atmosphere. With every second that passed, it seemed that you, Varka, and Flins were all getting even more aroused, and that this round was only the beginning for more sex to come.

Flins brings one hand to strike your cheek, hard enough to jolt you out of your thoughts and force yourself back into the reality of the situation. You were being Eiffel-towered by the two most handsome men you had ever seen, and it was absolutely amazing. You suck harder and you even wiggle your hips a bit, eager for more.

“Good.. keep on sucking like that, baby,” Varka gasps, letting his head tilt down to meet your lechery-clouded eyes. He smirks as he sees the excitement in your eyes, bringing his head up to look at how Flins was doing.

The dark-haired male was in pure bliss, each and every groan inked with ecstasy, his lubricated cock pounding into you like never before. Beads of sweat begin to pool around his hairline, dripping down his cheeks and falling down to your buttocks.

“Almost close?” Flins groans, looking up from your hole to lock eyes with Varka.

“Yeah.” The blonde replies simply, his hips jerking back and forth quickly as he could feel himself getting closer to the edge of heaven. His mind is clouded with thoughts of what the both of them could do to you after this, other positions they’d try, and if he could be the one behind you next…

“S-shit, I’m—!” Flins lets a loud, husky groan pour from his lips, his semen shooting deep into your anus. Varka follows right after, his nut splattering into your mouth, and he pulls himself out to let you swallow it down.

“Ready for more?” Varka asks, looking down at you as he watches you swallow his load.

“Mmhm. You?” Flins nods, looking down at you as well.