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Life as a hunter was both worthwhile and taxing. But then again, you knew what you signed up for.
On the rare occasion you were granted a well-deserved day off, what you hadn’t bargained for was to be caught between two pieces of eye-candy both fighting for your affection.
Their contrasting scents made it all the easier to distinguish whose cologne belonged to whom. Their close proximity to you allowed the faint aromas to fill your nose—but not as much as the bulk of their cocks were filling you both at once.
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Wewewewewew.
The familiar sound played yet again for the umpteenth time, signifying the death of the character in the video game being played.
‘So annoying.’ You thought to yourself, releasing a disgruntled huff when the screen displayed words bolded in red, ‘FAILED.’ It was a simple game, nothing too complex, yet you found yourself still struggling on a particular level for longer than you’d like to admit.
Bingeing through the early stages of the game was an easy feat—though it seemed your streak would now be meeting its end. Or, rather, it had met its end the first instance you died. With a sigh, you placed the controller on your coffee table. Perhaps a break was needed. Everybody needs a break every once in a while, just like today where it was a very rare break day for you from your duties as a hunter. ‘Thrilled’ wasn't exactly the most apt description of your feelings. A tiny knot of anxiety whispered to you about all the possible wanderers endangering innocent lives that could have been prevented had you been on duty.
Jenna was persistent in insisting your hard work be rewarded with some downtime from the job. Burnout was a common repercussion amongst many hunters and the last thing Linkon needed was a lack of qualified people in a field meant to keep citizens safe. You didn’t know whether it was a suggestion or a command, but regardless, you ended up agreeing to take the day off.
Returning to the couch after what felt like an adequate time off to reset yourself, you would now resume where you left off—but not before posting about your plan for the day, just for the hell of it.
‘Preparing to die, wish me luck.’
If the early days of school had taught you anything, it was that proof-reading was essential. However, your mind was far too focused on returning to your game that it hadn’t occurred to you of the idiotic message. You hit the ‘submit’ button without further consideration.
. . .
Your post was bound to be a cause for concern.
Not an entire hour had passed before frantic knocking extruded past noise-cancelling headphones. Pausing the game with furrowed brows, you had to take a moment to contemplate whether the noise was a figment of your imagination or whether it was reality. You hadn’t been expecting guests today.
Upon hearing a second knock, one sounding just as urgent as the first, you immediately propped yourself up and made your way towards the source. The first thing to greet your eyes was pale, silver-white hair.
“Xavier?” Your eyes slightly widen to give an expression of surprise. “What are you-”
“Are you ok?” He cut you off. His expression always held that indifferent sort of look, one you were all too familiar with, however, this time his azure blue gaze was laced with concern.
“Huh? Uh….. I am. Why do you ask?”
“I thought... you were dying,” he mumbled. His concern dissipated to be replaced by mild puzzlement.
“What are you talking ab- oh. Are you talking about my post?”
“Yes.”
“That’s…” You began, heaving a mildly frustrated sigh. While it was a kind gesture for him to hold such concern, a sense of guilt washed over your body knowing this was possibly the biggest waste of his time for both you and him—all simply due to the consequences of an amateur mistake. Your fingers reached up to pinch at the bridge of your nose, trying your best to refrain from physically cringing. “That’s completely my fault. I was just talking about a game I was playing.”
He tilted his head, momentary curiosity flashing in his eyes. “Game?”
“Yeah. Come.” You took hold of his wrists without warning and began leading him to the inside of your home. Now standing in living room where the TV was, you gestured with your chin to the tv currently displaying a paused menu. “See? I’ve been playing it all day, and I was having trouble passing this one level. I keep dying.”
Xavier shifted his attention from the television to you. "Ah… so… you were simply dying in your game?” His expression was rather blank, making it all the more difficult to depict what sort of thoughts and emotions were occurring behind those gentle eyes of his.
You gave a small nod.
A brief silence ensued after his words. Then, a small sigh. “I’m relieved. I was wor-”
His words were cut short when a sudden voice called out your name by the front door. It was oddly familiar. Both of your heads snapped towards the source of the call. It seemed that Xavier had forgotten—or rather, had no time to consider given how quickly you dragged him into your apartment—to close your front door. It rested widely agape.
At the entrance stood Rafayel.
A newfound awkwardness engulfed the atmosphere when pairs of eyes belonging to different individuals locked upon one another. However much time had passed, it felt far too long for comfort. Fortunately, the new guest was the first to break the silence. “I see you’re all in one piece,” he stated simply.
Though stunned, you managed to force out a few words in response. “Rafayel… I hadn’t- what are you doing here?” You questioned with evident puzzlement. Xavier’s arrival was reasonable, given his vigilant mindset, but Rafayel was nothing much of the sort. His appearance was the last thing expected.
Leather Chelsea boots clacked against the floors of your home as Rafayel invited himself in with purpose in his stride, hands stuffed into the pockets of black khaki pants. “I was quite worried that my bodyguard had gotten herself in danger already. It would be unfortunate for me to no longer have anybody protecting me, wouldn’t it?” His reply was indifferent.
Subtle playfulness tainted his words. You’ve come to find that the artist always had a frivolous sort of nature to him and it led you to wonder if, perhaps, in his past life, he was a jester. That very thought dissolved just as quickly as it had materialized, for you've also come to realize that the man wasn’t intentionally funny; he was just sassy.
“Bodyguard?” Xavier furrowed his brows questioningly at you. “I thought you were a hunter.”
“I am.” You replied simply, giving an awkward shrug. “I can be both.”
“She’s actually my personal bodyguard," chimed in Rafayel without concern.
The tone of his voice was casual and seemingly innocent, though you couldn’t help but feel that there was some sort of underlying implication to it. Such a thought was not only unique to you, for you also happened to take notice of how the milky-haired hunter had directed his attention towards the artist as well. The energy exuded was akin to the calmness before the storm.
You tried to reason with yourself that such thoughts were all merely fabricated by worry. There was no need to have such a presumption, but it hung heavy at the back of your mind regardless.
A small breath was exhaled. “I know you two came over because you were concerned about me, but I’m fine,” you said with the intention of reeling back to the original subject before it could stray off-course. On a day of tranquility, unwarranted tension was an unwelcome guest. “It was a senseless post I made. I promise nothing is wrong.”
“Senseless, huh?” mismatched hues of plum and sapphire narrowed skeptically. “It’s not often for you to act so careless like that. Are you sick?” A slender hand reached out to feel for your temperature. He surely was not fooling anybody. His gesture could have been out of genuine concern, out of the goodness of his heart, but none could deny the fact that there was some indication he had crafted a last-minute excuse to touch you.
Before his hand could make it to your forehead, another gripped his wrist to stop him.
“She’s fine,” Xavier replied on your behalf, his tone slightly firmer than intended. The hunter’s eyes were devoid of emotion, calm and cool like the ocean breeze, but his action in preventing Rafayel from closing in on you suggested a different tale. You were no child; there was an obvious seed of tension planted and it was a rapid bloomer. You were well aware of the subtly protective nature that your colleague was known to have, though it was never quite this curt.
“Hey,” you quickly cut in in an attempt to tone down the sprouting tension. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves with anything, alright? Like I said, I’m fine. You guys can leave now." Your hand tapped at both their shoulders and began to quickly to usher them towards the door. Your day had been smooth sailing up to this point and the last thing you needed to disrupt your relax-day was to bring in rough and bumpy tides. Negativity begone—and by negativity, you meant these two.
You pushed them out of your space, giving them a small and dismissive ‘bye-bye’ in farewell. The door was only halfway closed before a sudden obstruction halted you. There was no time to guess whose hand had stopped the door, for it was already being pried open against your own will.
Dark hair came into your line of sight, accompanied by the smallest curl of rose-tainted lips making way to form a slight grin. Rafayel took a few steps back into your place after prying the door even wider, his daringness unmatched. Perhaps the man was in an elated mood, for whatever reason it may be, or perhaps there was a hidden trigger catalyzing him to be more bold. Whatever the reason, you knew this wasn’t his usual behaviour. “If Miss Bodyguard insists she is perfectly fine and seems to be rid of plans for today, would she care to accompany me back to my studio? I’ve been hearing odd little noises this morning and I’m worried it may be some wanderer haunting the place.” A small pout dawned on his face and his brows were raised expectedly at you with a certain hope glinting in his eyes. His tone and expression contradicted the context of his words. He was suggesting potential danger and yet his attitude was lacking in the distressed department. What a lazy liar!
“It’s her day off.” Xavier interjected before you could respond. His presence was directly behind Rafayel’s.
“The Hunter’s Association may be giving her a day off, but I am a separate employer. I’d like to have her services today.”
“Mental well-being is just as essential as physical well-being."
“Perhaps we should hear from her first before making decisions for her.”
Both gazes flashed at you in unison.
You were caught off-guard, resulting in a dumbstruck reaction. “I…” Your eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them, uncertainty beginning to plague your mind. Your attempt to dispose of trouble was ineffective. It was beginning to brew before your very eyes. Neither of them were exactly allowing you any legroom, either. Whatever your answer, it would only appear in favour of the other. You were figuratively backed into a corner. Your mind desperately scanned for a gray area, an escape, but only drew blanks given the pressure of their gazes causing you unnecessary stress. “I need you two to leave," you said, mustering as much firmness in your voice as you could in one last attempt to rid them out of your hair.
Rafayel took a step closer, sneakily closing the distance. It was apparent he had other ideas in mind, and his voice was surprisingly hushed when he bent down to be more on-level with you.
"Is that a no?"
Your heart drops just a tad from the close proximity. When your attention instinctively darted off to the side, your sight happened to take notice of a faint aura seemingly wafting off of Xavier—all the while he wore a blank guise. Azure eyes shot at the artist’s back, though it went unnoticed by him. Either the heather-haired man was genuinely oblivious or he simply pretended to act like it.
“You keep looking at him; look at me.” Rafayel lowered his voice to a whisper. Like sharing a secret, his whisper was meant to veil his honey-drenched words from the hunter behind him. You could feel the warmth of his breath tickling your face as he spoke. He had leaned in even closer, leaving nothing but a mere several inches of distance capable of being classified as risque.
Your gaze reflexively reverted back upon hearing his audacious statement. It wasn’t often he was one to be so straightforwardly bold with his ‘flirtations.’
The brewing tension between the two of you was instantly snapped when a forced cough sounded from Xavier. “I believe personal boundaries are common etiquette, especially when in somebody else’s home.”
The eye contact you maintained with Rafayel crumbled. The artist turned his attention away from you and towards the hunter, where he was unexpectedly met with a hand on his shoulder.
He straightened his back and returned to his stature of six-feet; an inch shorter than Xavier. A small roll of his shoulders was given, shrugging off the hand that so dared to have laid on his shoulder with implicated warning. “It’s no worry. As my bodyguard, we're used to being quite close," he responded casually. You were having trouble deciding whether he was intentionally trying to provoke the other man or if he truly was too cheeky for his own good.
It was fortunate that Xavier was well-versed in being level-headed, for if he wasn’t, you would have witnessed a vein about to pop on his temple.
Just as you were in the midst of trying to process the situation unfolding before you, one detail failed to be taken into account was how Xavier had taken a step into your apartment and closed the door behind him.
In an attempt to de-escalate the state of affairs once more, you gave a dismissive wave of your hands. “Look-”
“Is it true?” Xavier interrupted. “You are close to him?”
“Well, you may be twisting the context of it-”
“There is no context to twist.” A sudden scoff from Rafayel cut you off as well.
You swallowed down the urge to groan in frustration. You had never expected either of them to be the type to bicker about childish matters.
Like the pressing of a red button to set off a bomb, the tart words spewing from Rafael’s lips ignited a defensive mechanism within Xavier. He stepped around until he was situated behind you, pulling your body into him and away from the other presence—whom, evidently, he was beginning to perceive as a threat. Or, perhaps
rival
was a more befitting word. Your back met against his chest; his arms were loosely yet protectively wrapped around your shoulders.
The uncalled-for action was not taken kindly by Rafayel. For a fraction of a second, a certain fire burned in his eyes. It faded too quickly for you to confirm your suspicions. If he was feeling bitter, he was most doing a good job of veiling it.
He crossed his arms. “I see this means you are closer to him, then?” Rafayel tilted his head in mock-curiosity, taking a small step towards you once more. He refused to be distanced from you, even if by a slight.
“Would it be so bad if I was?” You couldn’t help but ask. Your words had blurted from you before you could realize what you were even saying.
A 'tsk' sound was released as he clicked his tongue. “Maybe it is.” His face leaned closer to yours, inching little by little. “Do you not want to be close to me?” He murmured. You couldn’t help but catch onto his diction of utilizing the word ‘to’ rather than ‘with'. It shifted your perception of his words entirely. There seemed to be a hint of newfound carnality in his voice, and it was alarming.
He was so close.
So, so close to you. Your noses were practically touching. Your breath hitched.
Without warning, Rafayel pressed his lips against yours.
Your eyes widened in surprise.
So did Xavier’s.
Rafayel’s slender fingers found their way to your hips, gradually travelling up to your waist and lifting a small portion of your shirt along with it. Though subtle, it did not go unnoticed. Whether it was a result of him being a fire evol or his fluster was so immense that it travelled down to his slender fingers, his touch felt warmer than any typical hands you had ever felt.
He was getting bold. Real bold. So bold that it felt inappropriate.
No, it wasn’t that it felt inappropriate; it was inappropriate.
As much as Xavier wished to pull you away from the man who daringly snatched a kiss from you, he also didn’t wish to ‘lose'. He's aware this wasn’t a competition, but the fire within his core was burning with drive. If he allowed it to continue, he would feel inferior. He already did feel inferior. It wasn’t right to think that way but it couldn’t be helped. He must win your attention back.
His arms around your shoulders tightened their hold, trying to pull you even closer to him than was logically possible. Rafayel's brows knitted tightly in disappointed when his lips parted from yours. Xavier’s breath caressed the lobe of your ear, his breathing holding a slight quiver to it.
“Please, focus on me," his sigh caressed your skin. Mild desperation tainted his tone, justifying the change in his demeanour. A mere second later, he planted a loving kiss on your shoulder. “You smell nice…”
In fear of missing out, Rafayel leaned back in to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. “Mm…” a soft and satisfied hum sounded from him when he took a deep inhale. The abrupt gestures of intimacy from the two men sent goosebumps to form along your arms and nape.
Words were caught in your throat, refusing to come out no matter how hard you tried. Your train of thought was thrown askew and all you could do was simply focus on hanging onto the thin thread of your sanity.
Rafayel’s face continued to stay buried in your neck. He was caught in a daze by your scent.
Despite it seeming as if he was lost in thought, his hands were continuing to journey further up the side of your torso, reinforcing the idea that his mind and body were separate entities—each had a mind of its own
A warm, wet sensation suddenly enclosed your earlobe. It took a good few seconds too realize that it was Xavier’s mouth wrapping around the shell of your ear. His teeth nibbled gently at the flesh. Arms that were once protectively wrapped around your body unravelled themselves to slowly slide down your arms and causing your shirt to go off-the-shoulder.
Oh, how quickly the circumstances have escalated.
You had started off your day by yourself, with the plan of spending it by yourself, yet here you were, caught between two men feeling you up without shame. Perhaps your earlier mistake wasn’t much of a mistake anymore.
“I don’t thi-”
“Shhhh.” They shushed you in unison. Apparently, if there was one thing they could agree on, it was that you should stay quiet and enjoy the moment.
“If I’m not the one closest to you,” came the sudden mumble of Rafayel. “Then I’d like to try and change that.” He raised his head to look you in the eye, continuing to maintain the close distance by leaving nothing but a few centimeters of space between your faces.
Those words seemed to have made it to the ears of Xavier, for a low grunt vibrated from his throat. Whether he was agreeing or disagreeing with the idea, you couldn’t tell. “I’d like to challenge that,” he followed up in a murmur. You took that as a yes.
It wasn’t long before the three of you were slowly stumbling your way over to the living room, slightly clumsy in manner. They kept their hold on you and were both unwilling to break a splinter of contact from your body.
The instant the couch hit the back of your feet, you descended down to end up between Xavier’s legs. His arms snaked around your waist to pull you back against his chest. His hands were impatient, sliding their way up, up, up beneath your shirt and dragging the hem of the fabric in the process. Everything was moving so quickly—too quickly. You had no time to indulge in a single thought when his two hands had already gone to cup your breasts.
It was one thing for you to be fondled with by the hands of Xavier, but it was another to also have a pair of eyes watching you. You didn’t know whether your ears were heating up from fluster or embarrassment—perhaps both.
No comments or remarks were made from Rafayel as he watched you being fondled with. He simply offered the smallest of smiles before kneeling down on one knee before you. His hands came to rest on your thighs, stroking them absentmindedly, as he continued to observe your breasts being groped by the hands of another man from the angle below. Once he had enough of watching, his eyes drinking in the scenery until satisfied, he leaned his head forward to press a gentle kiss on your stomach. His actions were slow and deliberate.
He was trailing his way up.
A kiss.
Then another.
And another.
One more.
Xavier’s hands were beginning to tenderly massage you over the fabric of your bra at the same time. His actions were careful, as if somehow fearing he would inflict harm. It was either careful or it was shy. You couldn’t quite decide. The sensations were nothing short of bliss, so it was pointless to protest. He was breathing directly next to your ear, gently biting at the helix area.
It didn’t take long for the man trailing kisses on your skin to end up nearer to your breasts. He worked his way up and had made it to his destination. Without so much as a pause, he carelessly removed one of Xavier’s hands out of the way.
Rafayel was a greedy lover.
He pushed down the fabric of your bra to let loose a tit before enclosing his mouth around it.
His mouth was enveloped around a bud, hardened from arousal. It was rather embarrassing to think you had grown so aroused in such a short span of time. Neither of them seemed to be complaining about giving attention to hardened nipples, fortunately enough. Rafayel’s tongue licked circles around it, initiating low moans to rumble from deep within his throat. It was a telltale sign that he was enjoying sucking at your flesh.
To make up for his lack of effort—and to one-up his ‘opponent’—the hand that had been forcibly peeled off your chest now takes hold of your chin, angling your head sideways to offer you a kiss. You sighed into it, your body melting like ice under a scorching sun. The scene went on like this for a while, with Rafayel sucking at one of your tits while Xavier massaged the other and kissed you with benevolence.
As oddly taboo as it was to be engaging in such acts of intimacy with two men who weren’t your lovers, you also couldn’t bring yourself to care. It seemed neither did they.
While you were all caught up in locking lips with Xavier, Rafayel took your distracted state to his advantage. His hands had sneakily reached behind to unclasp your bra. Lesson of the day: never underestimate the hands of a skilled artist, especially one ever so shameless.
Whatever telepathic miracle had occurred, it happened without your knowledge. For the first time since their encounter, they were now cooperating. Hands specialized in holding a sword lifted your shirt up and off, throwing it aside carelessly, while hands specialized in holding a paintbrush worked to slide your bra off entirely. Being exposed to the open air caused you chills but your burning embarrassment assisted in warming you up.
You instinctively went to hide your face behind the back of your hand but Rafayel stopped you shortly after. “Let me see your face.” His voice was soft. He brought your hand down and, when you initiated eye contact, a slight smile cracked upon his face. “ Pretty girl .”
Your heart skipped a beat.
A brief chuckle of amusement sounded from him in response to your flustered reaction.
Fingers teleported to the button of your pants, undoing it alongside your fly. What made your heart flutter was not the unzipping, but rather the solid eye contact he maintained whilst doing so.
No words were exchanged during this brief period of silence.
Active fingers worked speedily yet with fluidity in removing your pants. You felt somewhat scammed by being the only one to be stripped down to nothing but panties, but, then again, it was the price to pay for being the apple of their eyes. Their sole devotion.
Without warning, he licked a stripe up your underwear, causing an involuntary gasp to escape. Your body squirmed at the gesture, acting out of reflex. His hands flew to grip your thighs, not only to anchor you down, but also to pry them open to make room for him.
He was trying to contain himself and go slow in order to prolong the moment but his impatience was getting the better of him. He needed you immediately. His fingers pushed aside the material of your underwear to expose your pussy entirely. Dark eyes twinkled with satisfaction, admiring the clean view of your cunt in its unsullied state before he would soon dive in to make a mess out of you. He planted a soft kiss on it.
Then another.
And another.
He must like this method.
Finally, he delivered an open-mouth kiss. The moan that was forced out of you was music to his ears.
It started off at a steady and leisurely pace, but as time passed, Rafayel grew more restless. His fingers hooked around your underwear, tugging them down to your ankles and yanking them of, leaving you wholly naked. His kisses began to reflect his hunger, for he was now sloppily making out with your pussy. Moans vibrated from his mouth onto your cunt, enhancing the stimulation. It seemed his mouth was not only good for being sassy but also for giving head.
Xavier’s hands returned to massaging both your breasts now that the other man was occupied with a different task. The hunter was turning up the heat by rolling both of your nipples between his thumb and index. He didn’t want your attention all on another man, so he was going to have to ensure that he put his best efforts into play if it meant he couldn’t be the one to have his head buried between your legs. His face went to bury itself in your neck instead, offering featherlight kisses. It wasn't long before his ghost kisses turned into nips.
After a good while, one of Xavier’s hands stopped groping at your breasts and reached down unexpectedly. Shivers ran down your spine when you suddenly felt his thumb rubbing against your clit, causing a louder moan to escape from you in response. He was rubbing meticulous circles, applying subtle pressure on and off.
Rafayel was far too engrossed with being buried in your cunt to notice or care. Whenever he pulled away, it was always simply to spread your folds even more before diving back in.
The combination of Xavier rubbing your clit while Rafayel’s tongue worked to lick as far as his tongue could reach was heating you up into overdrive. Lewd slurping noises filled the room.
Moans were rushing out of your lips endlessly. The enhanced stimulation was driving you crazy. It wasn’t long before they would make you cum. A certain knot was felt at your core, tightening up by the minute.
“I-I... I won’t… last…” You were speaking in between breathless moans, unable to form a coherent sentence.
A gentle kiss unexpectedly pressed against your cheek. “Just relax. Let it out." Xavier’s thumb circling around the clit increased in pace. You wanted to thank him for giving you a strong push towards the edge, though your mind only buzzed with blank nothings.
“Can’t- fuck… ah…!” Your teeth met your bottom lip once the knot at your core tightened even more. Eventually, it tightened to the max. You had just reached your limit. Your body spasmed upon reaching climax, sending waves of electricity to spread from your cunt throughout your entire body. Fireworks were set off in your head, celebrating the much-needed release you hadn't been aware you needed for so long.
Rafayel kept his mouth on your heat the entire time; his eyes closed to cherish the wetness dampening his lips. When your high slowly dispersed, he pulled back, releasing a ‘pop’ sound, and gazed up at you with a satisfied expression. The first thing you noticed was how his mouth was coated with your slick, and the second thing was how there was now a bulge in his pants.
Not only were you seeing a boner, but you were also feeling it. From behind.
Xavier squirmed in his seat with mild discomfort, his body language making it clear he wished to change positions. You shifted your own body to allow him room to detach himself from behind you and off the couch. He took position on the floor right beside Rafayel to inspect your wet cunt. It was a bit endearing, to have two men kneeling on the floor with hard erections and starved eyes—all just for you.
“How messy," a small sigh came from Xavier. It sounded as though he was both talking to himself and to Rafayel. For a renowned artist whose skills created bewitching artwork that was known across vast oceans, he sure was disorderly with his skills in treating women—or rather, eating them out. “You should get cleaned up,” he said with a tone so casual that you nearly failed to detect the suggestiveness in his voice.
Xavier’s arms crossed to lift off his shirt. His body temperature was rising, and the fabric of his clothing wasn’t doing any justice to the hot flashes he was receiving he was receiving all over his body. A sigh of contentment was exhaled when he became half-exposed. Your eyes reveled in the sight before you, feasting on his defined abdomen and the slightest of curves along his arms—attractive without being too conspicuous—suggesting of the hard-work he had to endure to achieve such a physique.
A warm tongue licked at your pussy again but it wasn't Rafayel’s. Your body jolted at the return of stimulation while you were in a state of sensitivity. “It’s ok. You’re ok,” he muttered, barely pulling away an inch to speak. He slowly began to lap you up to clean you of your juices.
While he busied himself, Rafayel had no desire to be a bystander. He propped himself up to sit beside you on the couch. He joined Xavier in being topless by removing his own shirt. Then, his hands worked to unzip the fly of his pants in an attempt to relieve his boner poking from beneath them. You immediately tugged at the hem of his boxers, watching the way his cock satisfyingly sprang out. Not within blink of an eye, Rafayel attacked you with a kiss, practically shoving his tongue down your throat.
A hand of yours reached to grab at his cock. As much as you wished to be sucking him off, your lips were currently busy being attached to his; your hands would have to be the next best thing to show appreciation for his dick. You pressed a thumb at his tip. Surprisingly, it led to a small, whimper-like noise from him. Slowly but surely, you began to pump him.
Rafayel delivered moans that were swallowed by you. From beneath, Xavier was being delicate and thorough with his tongue, while also making sure to apply enough firmness to provide adequate stimulation to keep you on edge while not pushing you directly over so soon. He wanted to take his time to enjoy you like Rafayel had. Being gifted such pleasure by Xavier, it was no longer just Rafayel that was moaning in the middle of your kiss; your own vocal noise were also swallowed by the heather-haired man as well.
Given your sensitivity and lack of time to fully rest, the tightness in your core made another appearance yet again. Your other hand, not stroking at a cock, flew to grab a fistful of pale locks, forcing a grunt of surprise from the hunter. Your moans began to melt into whimpers. The tightness was not letting up, and it only continued to get even more intense with how determined Xavier was to please you.
Reaching your second peak, one much faster than the first, your body twitched more intensely this time around. Unlike Rafayel who had continued to keep his mouth glued to your pussy, Xavier had pulled back immediately to rub at your thighs to comfort you through your high.
After letting a bit of time pass to allow you to settle down, Rafayel got off the couch, his hands flying to now take off his pants. His behaviour suggested he was already restless to carry on to the next step—the main course. However, before he was able to commence any action to remove his last article of clothing or even attach himself to you, Xavier stood up with a firm expression. It seemed Rafayel's counterpart was already able to read through his plans.
“It is unfair that you get to be the first to initiate everything,” Xavier said bluntly, sky hues burning into violets. “I want to enter her first.”
An amused scoff was given in reply. “Is that your choice to make?”
“Were you not thinking of making that choice for yourself?”
“I might’ve.”
“Then it’s only fair that I have this choice.”
“Or…” he began, trailing off. Rafayel turned his head to look at you. “She decides.”
Lust-filled eyes stared expectantly down at you. While their faces were sculpted to hold beauty, harmless with their purity, their eyes was fuelled with sinful libidinous. Their hunger was not satiated. They wanted more; they needed more.
Each of their hands suddenly placed themselves on both sides of your head, pressing against the couch as they loomed over you. They were both trying to persuade you to allow them to be the first to enter.
“Please,” came the broken whisper of Rafayel.
“Please,” followed up Xavier, just as needy.
“Why don’t you both... just put it in together?” You offered. The moment those words left your mouth, you knew it was too late to take them back. You didn’t know what led you to voice such a daring idea.
Both their eyes widened in bewilderment. Silence ensued after your suggestion. It took a good, long while before either of them said anything.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” Xavier was the once to voice out. Mild worry laced his tone, but he didn’t seem opposed to the thought.
You nodded. “If it means you two can stop bickering.”
The two boys gave each other a quick glance, speaking with their eyes, before looking back at you. They both nodded.
Xavier took position first, lying down on his back—but not before removing his pants to strip down to boxers first. An obvious tent was poking out from the fabric. Not to fret, he quickly relieved himself of discomfort by removing his boxers and setting his cock free. He was undeniably rock hard with how it sprung out and slapped against his stomach. Precum wetted the tip, and the sight nearly made your mouth water. He wasn’t monstrously big, but he most certainly wasn't small either. His hands took hold of yours, guiding you to situate yourself on top of him. Rafayel followed, positioning himself behind you. The cushion of the couch sank under the weight of his knees.
Unlike the former, Rafayel was not as deft. The sound of a hurried motion of shuffling could be heard from behind. When you glanced over your shoulder, you took notice in how he hadn't in fully removed his pants, but rather, pulled them down to his knees instead. Goodness, was he ever impatient and keen.
Soft hands grabbed your chin, turning your head.
“Keep your eyes on me, ok? I’ll be gentle." Private words were murmured in your ear. Then, he gave you a small peck on the nose, causing your brain to short-circuit. Next thing you knew, he had already grabbed his cock to position it at the entrance of your cunt, impatiently awaiting to be filled for so long. His other free hand flew to take hold of your ass, using it to his advantage to slowly push you down, entering you and stretching your pussy along the way. Given how wet and turned on you already were, the pain of the first stretch was kept to a minimum. He fitted inside so perfectly.
Just as you were mentally gushing over how Xavier was a perfect fit, a sudden dick slapping at your ass hauled you back to reality.
It felt hard and heavy. Rafayel was slapping his dick against the rump of your ass while he waited for you to adjust to Xavier’s cock like a bored child. It was as though he was trying to distract himself from his impatience. As keen as he was, he would wait until you gave him clear permission first. He wasn’t the one being double-stuffed, after all. Only you were able to give the final word.
After a few moments of waiting for your body to adapt, you glanced over at Rafayel to give him a small nod. As you did so, a shit-eating grin cracked on his face. He positioned the tip of his penis as best he could near your entrance, but was—quite literally—cockblocked.
Fuck it.
He immediately penetrated through, forcing room for himself.
The abrupt piercing threw you off-guard. You whimpered that instant, squeezing your eyes shut. You already felt full with one dick alone, and the addition of one more nearly caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
“Gentle!” Xavier’s gasp was tainted with abrupt urgency. His brows furrowed at the artist.
A huff sounded, and a slight frown was offered back. “I was being gentle.”
Two hands cupped your face, causing your eyes to flutter open. “Are you ok?” Blue optics met yours.
You nodded. “I’m fine. I was just caught by surprise, that’s all.”
His body physically relaxed to hear your response.
Silence followed after. Neither of them were willing to move until you gave your clear command yet again. They would remain still at the red-light until it turned green. In the meantime, Xavier was stroking your cheek with a thumb, staring into your eyes with such endearment, while Rafayel had leaned down to pepper kisses all over your back.
Your pussy felt full—stuffed.You were quite surprised (and proud) of how well you were able to take them. Sure, the stretch was a bit overwhelming, but only because it’s a first. You would adapt to it soon enough.
Once enough time had passed for you to feel comfortable with the situation, you spoke up. “You two can move now.”
Rafayel was the first to take the initiative—enthused while still mindful. His dick began to grind inside of you, slowly sliding in and out by just a few centimeters. Xavier continued to remain still, letting the other do his thing first. As much as he wished to put all his attention on you and only you, the friction of another cock rubbing against his own inside your pussy was starting to grow on him. He wanted to take a moment to enjoy the sensation as well.
You could tell Xavier was attempting to maintain his composure, though small grunts could be heard releasing under his breath. His eyes became half-lidded, and it didn’t take long before he joined in on finally moving his hips.
Surprisingly enough, Xavier wasn’t as delicate as Rafayel. His first move was more comparable to that of a shaky thrust in comparison to Rafayel’s smooth grinding. He was so pent-up. If not for his meticulous caution, you would have been met with a more powerful penetration. Regardless of how he plunged into you, it resulted in a moan that rang like a melody in both their ears.
Oh, how they wished to hear more.
Rafayel pressed his cock into you with more force, wanting to test out a theory of his. Just as he had hypothesized, the motion cracked another moan out of you.
With this newfound discovery, it fired up their confidence.
Rafayel’s hands rested on your hips, using them as leverage. He began to set a rhythmic pace with his thrusts. Faint slapping sounds of ass against hips began to fill your living room, and so did his moans. He was a pretty moaner. He wasn’t afraid to be vocal about his pleasure;it washed out of him so naturally.
Xavier, on the other hand, was a bit more reserved. More shy. He was moving his hips at a rhythmic pace as well, though his vocality was kept to breathy moans and small little grunts.
The friction felt so good inside you. Moans and gasps kept pouring past your lips uncontrollably. A pair of hands were gripping your hips to keep you steady, while another pair took hold of your waist.
Rafayel was the first to increase his pace after a considerable amount of time had passed. How much time had passed, you didn't know. His thrusts became more powerful, and he ended up leaning down until his chest pressed against your back.
Rather than gripping at your hips, his hands now flew to grab at your boobs. With this sort of position, he humped you like an animal. What’s more, he was even panting in your ear like one. “F-fuck…” The sound of him being breathless was so attractive.
Given how Rafayel was now rutting wildly into you, Xavier quickly followed in his footsteps, bucking his hips more. He knew how to keep up. One of his hands went to cup your cheek, pulling you closer for a deep kiss. It was passionate. Raw. His tongue invaded your mouth, brushing against your own and exchanging saliva in the process.
"Does it hurt?" Xavier asked in between breathless gasps and exchange of tongue. The most that was able to be responded with was a frantic shaking of your head. Satisfied with that answer, one hand grabbed the back of your head to pull you even closer to deepen your kiss, while the other hand found their way to one of yours and intertwined his fingers with you.
Whatever thought formed in your mind would simply pop right after. They were both stretching you so much, fucking all the coherent thoughts out of you. You were drawing blanks.
You were being fucked dumb.
Desire was of the very few things that did stick prominent in your mind, though it wasn't much use. They were already giving you their all just for you. Rutting and thrusting until the last ounces of their energy waned out.
You broke free from your makeout with Xavier and opened your mouth to warn them of your incoming climax, though senseless babbles were all that washed out. “I-I can’t…. ah… so… ah…” the words came out in a near whine. Your head felt heavy, causing you to drop your face to bury it in the crook of Xavier’s neck.
“Are you close?” His fingers lightly brushed a strand of your hair from your face and tucked it behind an ear. In response to his question, you gave a weak nod. “Don’t hold it back then. Cum for me.”
“ Us .” corrected Rafayel.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin rang throughout the entirety of your home, alongside the heavy moans and breathless gasps from all of you.
“Ugh….” came a groan from Rafayel. His expression was twisted as he now straightened his back, reverting back to initial position. He removed his hands from your breasts to return to gripping at your hips.
“.... Close…” came the huff of Xavier, expression also twisting up in a furrow as he tried to contain himself. He was concentrating on trying to hold back and extend the experience, but the pleasure was overwhelming. The space inside your pussy was so tight, practically squeezing at his dick that, surely, he was bound to be milked for all he was worth soon enough.
Desire and instinct dominated over logic and reasoning. Both their hips began to pump powerfully, causing your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. It was so delicious; so, so, delicious.
Eventually, two loud growls sounded from both of them as they delivered their most powerful and final thrust. Just as they did so, you also felt the familiar tightening of your core once again. Your walls tightened and clenched around their cocks in response, causing quiet curses to be muttered under their breaths.
Rafayel tilted his head back, closing his eyes and relishing in the sensation like a drunk man. “S-so… good…”
“T-tight…” muttered Xavier, throwing his arm over his face to hide his eyes. His face was flushed and glossy with sweat, adding to the overall allure of his physical appearance.
The room filled with increasing silence, now rid of the skin-slapping noises and lewd moans that had just been bouncing off the walls and filling your entire home. Your body felt as heavy as your head, causing you to slump and drop your entire weight onto Xavier, boobs pressed against his chest. His firm arms wrapped your back once more, stroking at your hair that was now tousled from the intimate activity that had been indulged in.
Before anyone was able to catch another second of breath, let alone regain one’s train of thought, the sudden vibration of your phone on the coffee table caught the attention of all three of you.
You were planning on simply letting it go to voicemail. You couldn’t be bothered to answer a call, and there was doubt it would be all too important; you wanted to stay in your current position with their cocks buried deep inside you for a while longer.
However, Rafayel's curiosity got the better of him, causing him to angle his head to get a better view of the contact name.
“Doctor Zayne is calling you.”