The heavy silence after the door clicked shut was a living thing. Nishant could still feel the ghost of Ansh’s hands on his hips, the deep, throbbing ache of his freshly used hole. The mess between his legs was cooling, sticky.
Anshu was the first to move, shifting on the bed with a soft groan. He looked at Nishant, his eyes clearer now, free of the immediate, overwhelming pressure of Ansh’s commands. “He’ll be back soon.”
“I know,” Nishant whispered. His voice sounded strange to his own ears.
“He told us to clean up.”
“We did.”
A faint, unexpected smile touched Anshu’s lips. “Not all of it.” He nodded towards Nishant’s lower body. “You’re still dripping. On my leg.”
Nishant looked down. A thick, pearly strand of combined release was indeed trailing from his ass onto Anshu’s thigh. Instead of shame, a curious, warm feeling bloomed in his chest. He reached down, not to wipe it away, but to gather it on his fingertips. He held them up, watching the fluid catch the dim light.
“It’s all mixed up,” he said, his voice barely audible.
Anshu pushed himself up on his elbows. “Let me see.”
Nishant offered his fingers. Anshu didn’t take them with his hand. He leaned forward, his tongue slipping out to lick the offering clean. The touch was deliberate, slow, and utterly devoid of the frantic, performative energy from before. His eyes stayed locked on Nishant’s the entire time.
The simple act sent a jolt through Nishant that was different from anything Ansh had provoked. It was quieter, deeper. He’s tasting us, he thought. Not just him. Us.
“Your turn,” Anshu said, his voice low. He rolled onto his stomach, presenting his own backside. The skin was flushed, marked faintly with the memory of Ansh’s grip. The sight was intimate in a new way.
Nishant didn’t need a command from a dominant voice. A need of his own propelled him forward. He settled between Anshu’s spread legs, his hands resting lightly on the other boy’s ass. He could smell sex and sweat and them. He bent his head.
His first lick was a question. A gentle swipe across Anshu’s hole, which was still relaxed and slightly puffy from earlier use. Anshu sighed, a soft, yielding sound, and pushed back minutely.
“Yes,” Anshu breathed. “Like that.”
Encouraged, Nishant dove deeper. His tongue pressed inside, not with the brutal force Ansh had demanded, but with a curious, exploring pressure. The taste was complex—musky, salty, with the underlying sweetness of lube. He could taste himself. He could taste Ansh. It was a map of everything that had just happened.
He laved and probed, his own breath growing shaky. His cock, which had softened, began to stir again against his thigh. He was hard not from degradation, but from discovery. From the soft, hitched moans Anshu was making into the sheets.
Anshu twisted under him. “Wait. Stop.”
Nishant pulled back immediately, a spike of anxiety shooting through him. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. God, no.” Anshu rolled over, his expression open, raw. “I want to see you. Come here.”
He reached up, his hands finding Nishant’s shoulders, and pulled him down. Their mouths met.
It wasn’t a kiss born of domination or instruction. It was hesitant, then searching. Nishant could taste himself on Anshu’s tongue, a dizzying, closed loop of sensation. Their lips moved together, slow and deep, a silent conversation that bypassed words entirely. Nishant’s hands came up to cradle Anshu’s face, his thumbs stroking his jawline.
They broke apart, breathing the same air.
“I’ve never…” Nishant started, then stopped.
“Kissed someone after they’d had your cum in their mouth?” Anshu finished, a ghost of a smirk on his swollen lips.
“No. I mean, yes. But… never like this.” Nishant’s gaze dropped to Anshu’s mouth. “It feels different.”
“It is different,” Anshu said. He guided Nishant’s head back down, and their lips met again. This kiss was hotter, hungrier. Anshu’s tongue delved into Nishant’s mouth, claiming it with a gentle insistence that made Nishant whimper. His hands slid down Nishant’s back, over the curve of his ass, pulling their bodies flush.
Nishant could feel Anshu’s renewed hardness pressing against his stomach. The friction was electric. He ground down instinctively, a slow, sensual roll of his hips that had them both gasping into the kiss.
“Fuck, Nishant,” Anshu groaned against his mouth. “Do that again.”
Nishant obeyed, establishing a slow, grinding rhythm. It was a fuck, but it was a quiet one. An intimate one. Skin slid against slick skin, their erections trapped between their stomachs, leaking pre-cum that mixed with the sweat. Nishant buried his face in Anshu’s neck, inhaling his scent, licking at the salt on his skin.
“You feel so good,” Nishant mumbled, the words muffled against flesh. “I can feel your cock… right there…”
“Where do you want it?” Anshu’s voice was a rough whisper, his hands gripping Nishant’s ass, guiding his movements.
The question hung in the air. It was an offer, not an order. A choice.
Nishant lifted his head, looking into Anshu’s eyes. The vulnerability he saw there mirrored his own. “Inside,” he breathed. “I want to feel you inside me. Without him telling us to. Just… just because I want it.”
Anshu’s expression softened, then ignited with a fierce, tender heat. “Yeah. Okay. Yes.”
They shifted together, a clumsy, mutual adjustment of limbs. Nishant rose up on his knees. Anshu spat into his own palm, slicking his length, his eyes never leaving Nishant’s face. He guided himself, the head of his cock nudging against Nishant’s well-stretched, sensitive entrance.
Nishant lowered himself, his eyes fluttering shut. The penetration was slow, so fucking slow, a centimeter at a time. The stretch was familiar, but the context made it entirely new. There was no brutal claiming, no degrading commentary. Just the intense, overwhelming fullness as Anshu sheathed himself completely inside him, a soft, shared groan marking the moment he was fully seated.
“Oh, god,” Nishant choked out, his hands braced on Anshu’s chest. “You’re… you’re so deep.”
“Look at me,” Anshu said.
Nishant opened his eyes. Anshu’s gaze was dark, intense, but there was a softness there that Ansh’s never held. “This is ours,” Anshu whispered, his hips giving a tiny, exploratory rock upwards. “Just for right now. This is ours.”
He began to move. His thrusts were deep, measured, and devastatingly intimate. Each one dragged against Nishant’s oversensitive inner walls, lighting up nerves that were already singing. Nishant rode him, matching his pace, their bodies finding a rhythm that was entirely their own. The wet, slick sounds of their connection were private, secret.
Nishant leaned down, capturing Anshu’s mouth in another searing kiss. “Fuck me,” he begged between kisses, the words hot against Anshu’s lips. “Fuck me like you mean it. Like you want me.”
“I do want you,” Anshu gasped, his composure breaking. His thrusts became harder, faster, driving up into Nishant with a focused intensity. “I want this. I want you like this. Your ass feels… fuck… it feels incredible. So hot. So tight for me.”
The praise was pure, untainted by degradation. It wrapped around Nishant’s heart and squeezed. His own movements became frantic, his cock slapping against Anshu’s stomach with each descent.
“I’m gonna come,” Anshu warned, his voice strained. “Nishant… where do you want it?”
The echo of his own earlier question, the power of the choice, pushed Nishant over the edge. “Inside!” he cried out, his body seizing. “Fill me up, Anshu! Please!”
His orgasm crashed over him, his release spurting between their pressed stomachs in hot, pulsing ropes. The clenching of his muscles around Anshu’s cock triggered Anshu’s own climax. Anshu arched off the bed with a choked cry, his hips stuttering as he pumped his own release deep into Nishant’s clutching channel.
They collapsed together, a tangled, panting heap. Anshu’s softening cock slipped out, followed by a fresh, warm trickle. Neither moved to clean it.
Nishant lay his head on Anshu’s chest, listening to the frantic hammer of his heart. Anshu’s arms came around him, holding him close. The room was silent except for their slowing breaths.
From the hallway, a floorboard creaked.
Their eyes met, wide and suddenly alert. A shadow passed under the door.
He was back.
The door swung open.
Ansh stood in the doorway, a glass of water in one hand, his expression unreadable. His gaze swept over them—Nishant curled on Anshu’s chest, their bodies still joined by the wet, cooling evidence of their shared climax. The air, which had felt warm and private a moment before, turned to ice.
Nishant froze, his breath catching in his throat. Anshu’s arms tightened around him instinctively.
Ansh took a slow sip of water. He placed the glass on a dresser with a soft click. The sound was final.
“Well,” he said, his voice low and smooth as worn leather. “Look at this. My two little pets, playing house.”
Nishant scrambled off Anshu, the motion making fresh cum seep from his hole. “Daddy, we were just—”
“I have eyes,” Ansh interrupted, his dark gaze pinning Nishant to the spot. “I see what you were just doing. You were following my last order to clean up, and then you decided to have a little fun of your own. Without my permission.”
He took a step into the room. The dominance rolled off him in waves, crushing the fragile intimacy they’d built.
“I’m sorry,” Anshu said quickly, sitting up. “It was my fault. I started it.”
Ansh’s laugh was a short, cruel sound. “It doesn’t matter whose fault it is. What matters is that you both forgot who you belong to for a few minutes. And now,” he said, his eyes glinting with a dark, possessive fire, “I’m going to remind you.”
He pointed at Anshu. “You. On your back. Get that pretty cock hard again. Now.”
Anshu obeyed without hesitation, lying back, his hand moving to his shaft. It softened in his grip, but under Ansh’s unwavering stare, it began to thicken and rise once more.
Ansh turned to Nishant. “And you. My greedy little hole. You liked riding his cock, didn’t you? You liked feeling him come inside you without me telling you to.”
“Daddy, I—”
“Shut up.” The command was a whip-crack. “You don’t get to explain. You only get to obey. You’re going to get back on his cock. Right now. You’re going to ride him. And you’re going to look at me the entire time. You’re going to watch me watch you get fucked by a cock that isn’t mine. And you’re going to see how little it means.”
Nishant’s stomach twisted with a mix of fear and sharp, unwanted arousal. He crawled over to Anshu, whose cock stood fully hard again, leaking at the tip. The sight of it, knowing he was about to be filled again so soon, made his own spent dick twitch.
He straddled Anshu’s hips, guiding the slick head to his entrance. He was so loose, so wet from their previous joining, that it slid in with a single, smooth, wet push. A low moan escaped him as he sank down, taking every inch.
“Look at me,” Ansh ordered, his voice cutting through the haze of sensation.
Nishant’s eyes snapped up, meeting Ansh’s intense stare from across the room. Ansh had moved, leaning against the doorframe, slowly unbuckling his belt.
“Now move,” Ansh said. “Ride him. Show me what a talented little cocksleeve you are. Make his dick disappear.”
Nishant began to move, lifting and dropping his hips in a slow, grinding rhythm. The feeling was overwhelming—his body was hypersensitive, every nerve ending screaming. Anshu’s hands came up to grip his hips, helping him, his own eyes wide and fixed on Ansh’s face.
“Pathetic,” Ansh murmured, pushing his sweatpants down, freeing his own thick, heavy erection. He stroked it slowly, his gaze never leaving Nishant. “You look so pretty like that. A perfect, bouncing little fuck-toy. But you know it’s not enough, don’t you? You know his cock isn’t what you really need.”
“Daddy,” Nishant whimpered, the pace of his riding increasing. Pleasure was coiling tight in his gut again, shamefully fast.
“You need to be full,” Ansh said, his voice dropping to a vicious, hungry whisper. He walked forward, his cock bobbing with each step. “You need to be stretched. You need to remember what it feels like to have a real man inside you.”
He stopped beside the bed. “Lean forward, Nishant. Put your hands on Anshu’s chest. Arch that pretty back for me. Present that well-used hole.”
Trembling, Nishant obeyed, folding forward until his back was a taut curve, his ass in the air, still impaled on Anshu’s cock. The new angle made Anshu groan, his thrusts upward becoming sharper.
Ansh spat into his palm, slicking his girth. He placed the broad, leaking head of his cock against Nishant’s stretched rim, right beside where Anshu’s shaft disappeared into him.
Nishant braced himself. The pressure was immense, a burning, impossible promise.
“This is what you are,” Ansh growled, and he pushed.
The world shattered into blinding, white-hot feeling. Nishant screamed, a raw, broken sound, as Ansh’s cock forced its way in alongside Anshu’s. He was being split apart, stretched wider than he’d ever imagined possible. It was a brutal, burning fullness that stole the air from his lungs.
“Fuck! Daddy, it’s too much!” he sobbed.
“It’s exactly enough,” Ansh corrected, sinking deeper with a relentless, grinding push until his hips met Nishant’s ass. He was buried to the hilt. Nishant could feel every ridge, every vein of both cocks moving inside him, a devastating, double invasion that lit up his entire nervous system.
Ansh began to move. Short, deep, punishing thrusts that shoved Nishant down harder onto Anshu. The slide was wet, obscenely loud, a squelching symphony of overstimulation.
“Look at this depravity,” Ansh grunted, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. “Look at what I’ve made you into. A communal hole. A fucking sheath for two cocks. You’re not a person right now. You’re a convenience.”
“Yes! God, yes!” Nishant cried, the degradation twisting the pleasure higher.
“And you,” Ansh snarled at Anshu, who was fucking upward in frantic, ragged thrusts, his eyes rolled back in his head. “You’re just a placeholder. You’re just keeping my slut warm and open for me. Your cock is a fucking plug. Nothing more.”
The words spurred Anshu on. He gripped Nishant’s hips like a vise, pounding up into him, his rhythm faltering as his own peak approached.
Ansh’s pace became brutal, piston-like. Each thrust jolted through Nishant’s core. “You feel that? You feel us both filling you up? I’m going to pump my load so deep inside you, it’ll mix with his. I’m going to breed you so full of us, you’ll leak for days. You’ll carry our fucking mixture in your guts.”
The filthy promise was the final trigger. Anshu came first, shouting wordlessly, his body bowing off the bed as he emptied himself into Nishant in hot, pulsing jets. The feeling of that fresh release spraying inside him, combined with the overwhelming stretch, sent Nishant spiraling over the edge. His orgasm ripped through him, his cock jerking against Anshu’s stomach, splattering it with a weak, dribbling stream.
The convulsing tightness around his cock tore a roar from Ansh. He slammed home one final time, his hips grinding flush against Nishant’s ass, and held there. Nishant could feel the hot, distinct flood of Ansh’s release, a torrent that seemed to go on forever, joining the mess already inside him.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing and the wet, ticking heat of their connection.
Ansh did not pull out.
He leaned over Nishant’s trembling back, his sweat dripping onto Nishant’s skin. He lowered his mouth to Nishant’s ear.
“Don’t you dare move,” he whispered, his voice husky with spent power. “You’re going to stay just like this. Full of us. My cum. His cum. All of it. You’re going to keep it all inside you until I say otherwise. You’re my perfect, fucked-out breeding ground. Do you understand?”
Nishant, pinned and utterly claimed, could only manage a weak, shuddering nod. The warmth inside him was already pooling, a heavy, impossible weight.
Ansh shifted his weight, but only to sink deeper, his softened cock still lodged firmly alongside Anshu’s. “Good boy,” he murmured, the praise a velvet wrap around a steel blade. “Now, let’s see how long you can stay."
