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“Kneel” Wesninski.” Riko leaned back, supporting his weight on his hands. His feet dangled off the bed. He swung them playfully as he glanced at the perfect court in front of him. Kevin and Jean were obedient. They were on their knees without Riko having to ask. Nathaniel was standing. His head cocked to the side, red hair falling into his face. He wore his cocky smirk.
“No, King.” The words sounded clear from his lips. He bared his teeth before biting down on his lip. Icy blue eyes burned into only tilted his head. He knew the game Nathaniel was playing. He knew the younger striker liked being punished, he liked being a brat. He well behaved this week; maybe he deserved a treat.
“Kneel, Nathaniel,” Jean pleaded, his long pale fingers encircling Nathaniel’s wrist as he tried pulling him down to his knees. Riko noted the goosebumps littered over the group’s skin. He had them naked, on their knees for him. Riko covered his mouth with the back of his hand, repressing a laugh.
“Doe?” Riko called over to the figure leaning against the wall with a snap of his fingers.
Those dark hazel eyes were locked on Nathaniel. Riko didn’t have to call him twice before the blonde lurched from the wall. He stepped behind Kevin first and came to stand behind the redhead. His fingers curled around the back of Nathaniel’s neck. In one quick shove, Andrew forced Nathaniel to his knees. Riko couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as the redhead whimpered. He could already feel himself tightening under his shorts.
Andrew stayed behind Nathaniel, fingers tangling in shaggy red hair. Riko caught those hazel eyes for a second, knowing what the goalie was asking for. Andrew was a leashed dog, like all the others, but he had the most freedom. He never pulled the chain too hard or bit the hand that fed him.
“Thank you,” Riko spoke in a cheery voice as he shifted to slide off the bed. He watched as Kevin’s green eyes fell on him. His gaze dragged down Riko’s body, landing on the bulge in his shorts. Riko watched as Kevin's tongue slowly slipped between his lips, wetting them. Riko’s bare feet patted against the cold tile. He was slow to approach Kevin, but not once did the striker’s eyes waver from him. Riko had his full attention.
Riko was slow to reach out, running his fingers through the dark strands. Kevin leaned into his touch. Riko noted the growing erection with interest. Fingers twisted the hair and tugged hard, commanding Kevin's attention. Riko held those green eyes as he leaned down.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Riko lifted his foot, bringing it down on Kevin’s hardening cock. He shifted his foot back and forward as he watched Kevin’s reaction. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes half lidded, and his mouth slightly ajar as he breathed heavily.
“Yes, my King,” Kevin panted out, his fingers loosely wrapping around Riko’s ankle. With a soft sigh, Riko released the dark strands, his fingers sliding down that tattooed number two on his cheek. He continued sliding his hand down. His finger hooked between the striker’s lips, forcing his mouth further open. Riko leaned forward, rolling the saliva in his mouth. Kevin eyed him, dropping his jaw, allowing more access. Riko leaned in close before spitting into his mouth.
“Be a good boy and I’ll reward you.” Riko released Kevin and stepped back, watching Kevin’s fingers let go only to slide up his own thigh to wrap around his cock. Riko tilted his head, scanning over the three of his boys on their knees. He bit his lip and made his way back over to the bed. He turned over to them, looking back at them before hooking his fingers over his waistband. He let his shorts fall to the floor, letting his boxers slide down as well, and pool around his ankles.
Climbing onto the bed, Riko settled himself against the wall. He spread his legs open letting his hardening cock be seen by his perfect court. “You'd better put on a good performance.” His fingers wrapped around his cock, giving it a few strokes before he gestured for them to start.
Nathaniel was the first to move. He twisted on his knees, staring up at the blonde goalie. “Be so kind and fuck me?”
Riko watched as Nathaniel’s fingers hooked the waistband of Andrew’s red shorts, tugging them down roughly. Andrew reacted, holding them up on his hips as his free hand continued to pull on Nathaniel’s curls. Hazel eyes flicked up to catch Riko’s. The king only shrugged as his free hand rubbed circles into his thighs.
Riko’s attention flicked towards the other striker and backliner. Jean was crawling on his knees and hands like a good dog. He reached out greedily, his hands looping around Kevin’s neck. He pressed heavily into the other, making sure their cocks brushed as he opened his legs to straddle the striker. A smirk crossed Riko’s face as he watched Jean. The sounds that came from the backliner would have Riko dripping into his hand.
Jean was a sloppy kisser, but Riko liked how it made Kevin tremble. Jean was already grinding against Kevin as he pulled the striker in for a messy kiss. Kevin’s hands found themselves sliding down his back, fingers digging into Jean’s ass. Riko watched them kiss, watched how Jean’s hand disappeared between them, and listened to the hitched breath of Kevin as Jean stroked him.
Riko’s thumb pressed hard into his slit as he let himself slide down the wall, lifting his ass to circle a finger around his hole. He loved watching them.
“You’re such a whore for my ass.” Riko heard the French accent. He glanced Jean’s way to see him guiding Kevin’s fingers down to his ass. As Jean pressed one of Kevin’s fingers into him, Riko followed him, sliding into himself. He bit his lip, forcing the moan back into his throat. He matched their pace.
“I want your cock in me, Andrew. Make me moan your name.” Nathaniel wrapped his hands around his cock as he stared up at Andrew. Those icy blue eyes held contact as he moaned the goalie’s name. Andrew was unfazed, his expression bored as he stared down at the redhead..
“I don’t want you to say my name until I’m buried in your ass.” Andrew’s hand was still twisted in his hair.
“Then fuck me.” Nathaniel winked as he slid his legs apart, his right hand disappearing between his legs. Riko watched as Nathaniel slid two fingers into himself, pumping. “I’m already stretched.” Andrew didn’t sway from his spot. Riko watched as Andrew’s hand slid down from Nathaniel’s hair, coming to a stop on the tattooed three on his cheek.
“Do you think he deserves it?” Andrew looked towards Riko, who was slowly pumping himself, a smirk settling across his lips.
“Make him work for it, Doe.” A low moan rose from Riko as he watched Nathaniel look towards him.
“But I’ve been so good. I deserve his cock buried in my ass.” The redhead was facing Riko, his hands now planted in front of him. There was a pout on his lips.
“Moreau? Fuck Wesninski, he’s so desperate for cock. Let him get a piece of you both before he gets to have Doe.” Riko cast a glance towards the other duo. Jean was pressed hard against Kevin, but at the call of his name, his attention was fully on his master. He was lifting himself from Kevin.
Andrew was quick to push Nathaniel down. The redhead’s face smashed into the floor as Andrew hooked his hips, hauling his ass up. Nathaniel was panting at the roughness. He liked being manhandled.
Hands wrapped around Nathaniel’s hips, as long legs settled between his cheeks, spreading them further apart. His back ached at his new position, but the coldness from the tile brushing the tip of his cock had him gasping.
“Oh, god” Riko spoke under his breath as he watched Jean settle between Nathaniel’s legs, lubing up his cock. Andrew was there, his hands digging into the redhead’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Kevin came up behind Jean, taking his cock, before guiding Jean into Nathaniel’s ass.
“Fuck.” Nathaniel hissed out as he pressed his hips back, shoving Jean’s cock deeper into him. Kevin’s hands slipped from the front of Jean, but Riko noticed the furrow of Jean’s brow as Kevin’s fingers slid into him. Riko watched Kevin settle behind Jean. Andrew moved in front of Nathaniel. He stood above the redhead, those hazel eyes locked on him as his hand disappeared beneath his shorts. He was palming himself. Nathaniel moaned as Jean seated himself fully.
Jean tested the waters, pulling out a little before pushing himself back into Nathaniel. The moan that slipped from the striker had Jean thrusting into him slowly. He could feel how tight he was around his cock. He was going to get him used to his size before he fucked him into the tile.
Kevin’s hands were heavy against Jean’s back as he pushed him forward; Jean shuttered at the missing fingers before he felt the tip of Kevin’s cock pushing into him. Jean’s fingers dug harder into Nathaniel’s hips, his fingernails tearing the skin beneath. Jean didn’t have time to catch his breath as Kevin thrust into him.
Riko gripped himself harder, pumping slower as he watched his backliner wedged between his strikers.
“Doe,” Riko mumbled out. Andrew turned to face his king, hazel eyes already knowing what Riko was demanding.
Andrew approached, climbing onto the bed next to Riko and locking eyes with him. He was quick, pulling Riko down on the bed. The goalie manhandled Riko back onto his back, straddling one of his legs to hold him down on the bed. The striker’s head hung from the edge of the bed, giving him a perfect view of every stuttering thrust from Jean, how Nathaniel’s fingers curled against the tile, how Kevin mouthed Jean’s shoulder.
Blood was rushing to his head. But before Riko could move, firm fingers wrapped around his throat, restricting his breath. Andrew wore that same blank expression, save for a slight quirk in the corner of his lips. Those hazel eyes held his attention as Andrew’s free hand traced down his body. Riko reached out, hands tangling into the bed sheets. He dug his fingers in as he slipped, more blood rushing to his head.
Andrew was already knocking Riko’s legs out of the way as he pushed two fingers deep inside him. Riko tried to gasp for air, but Andrew’s hand only tightened, restricting the oxygen from reaching his lungs. His vision danced as Andrew fingered him, roughly slamming his fingers against his sweet spot. Riko jerked in Andrew’s grasp, fingers desperately clinging to the sheets.
Riko tried to focus on the others in front of him. Jean’s hands were wrapped around Nathaniel’s legs, tugging him harder against him. He noted the tears in the corner of the redhead’s eyes as he moaned out against the floor. Sweat dripped from Kevin as he thrusted roughly into Jean. Riko’s head was hazy; the lack of oxygen was getting to him.
“I think our King could use some encouragement,” Andrew spoke lowly, adding a third finger into Riko. Riko tried to moan, but it was stuck in his throat. Andrew’s fingers were roughly scraping against his prostate. Riko was twitching, gasping as he tried to form words. He felt the stirring in the pit of his stomach. He was close.
“My king,” Nathaniel moaned out, letting his orgasm take over his body. Riko locked eyes with the backliner as he called his name, coming hard. He watched the way Jean thrust into Nathaniel, chasing after his orgasm, but the way he bit his lip, Riko knew the other backliner wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Come for us, King.” Andrew curled his fingers and tightened his grip. Riko tried blinking the spots from his eyesight, but was quickly blinded as his orgasm ripped through him. He came hard, inhaling as Andrew released his throat. Oxygen quickly filled his lungs. He breathed desperately as the goalie slid his fingers out of him. Riko whimpered as Andrew ran a hand down his stomach, his rough and calloused fingers swiping the cum from his skin.
He barely sat up before Andrew’s hand was shoved into his mouth, making him taste the bitterness of his own cum. Riko’s eyes cast up, catching Andrew’s. His brow was cocked, a demand for the king to clean his plate. Holding eye contact, Riko licked his fingers clean before Andrew wiped the residue off on the striker's shirt. It was already soiled.
It took a minute for Riko to right himself before he slid off the bed. The floor was cold on his ass, but he allowed it, just to get the most obscene view of Nathaniel.. The redhead was on the floor, still panting heavily. Saliva trickled down his chin, puddling against the tile. Jean was sliding out of him, his fingers having left blooming reminders. Riko smirked at the way both backliners were looking, sweat trickling down their muscles, their hair stuck to their skin, and their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath.
Nathaniel braced himself on his forearms, hauling himself to his knees. Those piercing blue eyes caught Andrew’s attention without even trying. He watched a smirk spread across the backliner’s lips as he slid his legs open and reached between his legs. Scarred fingers dipped inside of him; he whimpered, but was soon holding a cum slicked hand to his lips.
Nathaniel’s tongue darted out, wiping the cum from his fingers. He watched Andrew shove Riko’s cum into his mouth. He mimicked Andrew shoving Riko’s cum into his mouth. Each lap of his tongue was slow and calculated. Nathaniel was getting under the goalie’s skin.
Nathaniel was stopped in his tracks by nails digging into his shoulder. Jean held onto the other backliner for support as Kevin pounded into him, green eyes hazed over. He was rough, and Jean was shaking, trembling as he clung onto the redhead for support.
“Don’t be greedy,” Nathaniel shrugged Jean off. He crawled slowly on his hands and knees, just like the cum leaking from his ass. Riko turned his attention to Andrew; he saw that dark lustful look. It would be long until the blonde had the redhead’s ass to himself. Riko couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth. He loved watching his most obedient dog lose it.
He turned his attention back to the redhead. He was moving, sliding himself between Kevin and Jean. Kevin paused long enough to allow Nathaniel to push him down on the tile. Jean barely caught himself on his hands as Kevin’s cock slipped from his ass.
As soon as Kevin was flat on his back, Nathaniel sank down on his cock. He moaned, still sensitive from his orgasm. Nathaniel seated himself fully on Kevin’s cock, as Jean’s long pale fingers teased Nathaniel’s cock. Nathaniel’s hands rose, pinching his nipples, before sliding down his frame and pressing against his stomach. Kevin's face was skewed.
“I can feel your cock.” The wicked smile appeared as Nathaniel pressed harder against his stomach. “Right here.”
Jean placed open-mouth kisses along the back of Nathaniel’s shoulders before he bit down, teeth latching onto skin. Nathaniel yelped out, but it melted into a moan as Kevin’s fingers latched onto the redhead’s thighs. Riko’s hand was back between his legs, running fingers over his inner thighs.
Jean’s teeth continued digging into his partner's shoulder, fingers back around his hips, guiding him up and down. Nathaniel was slowly riding Kevin, his legs shaking every time he lifted himself up. Jean let the shifting weight of Nathaniel rub against his hardening cock.
The three were a moaning mess, covered in fluids, lost in each other’s touches. Kevin was stuttering every time Nathaniel sank heavily on his cock. Nathaniel leaned into Jean as his teeth bit into the crook of his neck. Riko was wrapping his hand around his cock as he watched the broken skin on Nathaniel’s shoulder bled, bits of red liquid trickling down the freckled skin. Riko moaned, sliding his thumb hard over his slit. He was so sensitive that it made his toes curl.
“Come on, Day, cum inside of me already,” Nathaniel slurred, his hands splaying across Kevin’s chest. “You’re so hard. I love seeing you whimper when my ass swallows your cock.”
Riko rested his head against the bed, his breathing becoming heavy. He knew the game Nathaniel was playing; Kevin was always quick to come when egged on.
“Can you feel how much I filled Nathaniel up?” Jean joined in, and one of his hands disappeared between Kevin's legs. A deep groan came from Kevin. “Oh? Do you like my fingers in your ass? You want to take a cock like the whore you are?” Jean shifted more, pushing deeper into Kevin.
“Or do you want your cock stuffed inside of our King?” Nathaniel chimed in, picking up his pace, fingernails digging into Kevin's chest. He didn’t care that welts formed under his nails. He was so close, and the way Kevin was twitching inside of him, Kevin was also crossing that line.
Riko’s fingers dipped inside of himself. It was easier to slip them in because of Andrew. He fingered himself, slowly twitching at his sensitivity. Nathaniel was picking up his pace, slamming himself heavily down on Kevin’s cock. Jean’s fingers tangled in red strands as he ground himself along Nathaniel's back.
“Come in me, Day, fill me up.” Nathaniel rolled his hips, his hand gripping hard around his cock as he stroked himself to tetter on the edge. Kevin was chewing his lip, breathing heavily through his nose. He was red in the face, his limbs shaking as his orgasm slammed into him. His head rolled back, his back arching as he filled the backliner full of his cum. Nathaniel followed quickly after, his cum splattering across the striker’s abdomen.
Jean kept thrusting his fingers into Kevin as Andrew crossed the room. He hooked his arms under Nathaniel, hauling him to his feet. Without the goalie’s support, Nathaniel would’ve hit the floor hard. He was unsteady on his feet as Andrew dragged him over, dropping him down on the floor next to Riko.
Cum dripped from his ass as he laid his head heavily on Riko’s thigh. The redhead smirked up at his king before nipping at his thigh. Riko only cocked his eyebrow, sliding his fingers into the hair at the nape of Nathaniel’s neck. Riko tugged the redhead up, catching those piercing blue eyes with a heavy stare.
“Make yourself useful, Wesninski.” Riko shoved his fingers into Nathaniel’s mouth, hooking behind his teeth and tugging the redhead’s face to his cock. Those cold blue eyes flickered up towards Riko, the tattooed three on his cheek hidden in the shadow. His eyebrow raised, and his eyes narrowed to a questioning glare.
“Wanting someone other than your Queen touching you?” His mouth closed around Riko’s fingers, his tongue swiping over his knuckles.
“You wanted Doe to fuck your ass, but he seems busy being buried in our dear Queen.” Riko used his two fingers in Nathaniel’s mouth, guiding him to look over at the mess of bodies in front of them. Jean was on his hands, breathing heavily, with Kevin’s head placed on his thigh. His pale fingers were laced in the dark strands of hair. Andrew was on his knees between Kevin’s thighs, thrusting hard into him and sending shivers through the striker. Kevin’s mouth was latched to the inside of Jean’s thigh. Those grey eyes flutter closed, a moan slipping through his lips.
Hazel eyes flicked over to Riko and Nathaniel. Andrew tilted his head as he pulled Kevin’s hips up and back, slamming him hard on his cock. Nathaniel’s jaw flexed; he bit down hard on Riko’s fingers before forcing them out of his mouth. Riko tangled his bitten fingers in red hair as Nathaniel brought his tongue to Riko’s cock.
He lapped greedily, his teeth scraping against the head as he slid it into his mouth. He lowered himself, swallowing Riko whole. Nathaniel’s fingers dug painfully into Riko’s thigh. The grunts of Andrew and the moans of Kevin filled the room. It fueled Nathaniel. He hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head, making Riko moan and pull hard on red hair. The low moan Nathaniel released had Riko’s toes curling. He raised his hips, shoving Nathaniel down around his cock.
He was close. He fucked into the backliner’s mouth, feeling him gagging on his cock. It was edging him closer to release. He was so close. Nathaniel was moaning, his hand wrapping around his cock to pump in hard quick strokes. It wasn’t long before Riko was cumming into Nathaniel’s mouth.
Those blue eyes bored into Riko as Nathaniel pulled back his tongue, cradling Riko’s cum. His lips twitched into a smirk, as he pushed his tongue out letting the cum dribble down his chin. It splattered on the floor. Not once did the backliner break eye contact as he leaned forward. Riko exhaled through his lips as Nathaniel pressed forward, his tongue swiping against his lips. Riko pulled back quickly, his fingers ripping at the redhead’s hair.
“Watch yourself, Wesninski.” He hissed, pulling harder on the redhead’s hair. He pulled the redhead back until his neck was fully exposed. Riko was quick to sink his teeth into his neck, marking him. He needed to remind Nathaniel who was king. He bit the freckled skin, tasting his delicious sweat.
Rough hands gripped Riko’s shoulder and threw him away from Nathaniel. His eyes quickly darted up to the figure that towered over him. Andrew stood in front of them both, his boxers back up around his hips. Those hazel eyes quickly turned, catching blue ones. Riko felt the tremor run through Nathaniel as Andrew curled his fingers around the back of his neck.
“Still want my cock, Wesninski?” Andrew crouched down until he was eye level with the backliner, head tilting to the side.
“I want your cock so deep in me, Doe.” Nathaniel moaned, leaning into Andrew’s space, his lips inches from brushing the others.
Riko was so distracted, he didn’t feel the hands tugging at his jersey. Jean was behind him, rolling the fabric over his head. Kevin was kneeling in front of him. Jean was quick at shifting Riko. He didn’t have time to protest before his back was pressed firmly against the backliner's chest. He could feel the tackiness of his sweat. Riko didn’t struggle as Jean hooked his ankles, spreading his legs open.
He was naked, fully exposed to his queen. He saw the way Kevin’s green eyes scanned his body. Taking in every detail he could get. Riko felt Jean’s hard cock beneath him. He couldn’t help but grind his hips down, earning a low groan from him. A smirk spread across his lips as he leaned back, tilting his head to the side and giving Jean easy access.
“You boys have been so good. Such good boys. I think it’s time for your reward.” Riko felt Jean’s lips against his skin. Light kisses peppered his neck and shoulder. Kevin’s chest rose and fell heavily as his hand wrapped around his cock.
“What’s our reward?” Jean whispered, his teeth nipping at his neck below his ear.
“Me.” Riko ran a hand down his chest; he followed the curves of his body, his finger sliding up the side of his cock, his other hand dipping between his legs to slide against his ass.
“Yes, my King.” Kevin was shuffling forward, his hands greedily running over Riko’s thighs. The way Kevin bit his lip as he inched closer had Riko glancing down at his cock. He was impressed how hard Kevin was already, even after Andrew had fucked him hard. The marks on his hips were blooming purple, but Kevin was settling between Riko’s legs.
“I want to fuck you.” Kevin’s voice was ragged as his fingers traced the inside of Riko’s thigh down to his ass.
“I want to as well.” Jean’s voice came out like a plea as his teeth continued nipping at his King's neck.
“Then do it. Show your king how much you want him.” Riko placed a hand on his chest, fingers brushing over his nipples. “I want both your cocks in me.” He watched as the two other men made eye contact before turning their attention back to Riko.
“At the same time?” Kevin questioned, his fingers circling Riko’s puckered hole. Riko opened his mouth, a soft moan slipping out.
“Now,” Riko demanded, pressing his hips down onto Kevin’s finger. Jean groaned behind him, his cock twitching. Kevin was quickly pushing his fingers deep into him. He was ruthless, stretching him fast and roughly.
Riko glanced over towards Nathaniel. He was facedown on the floor with Andrew behind him. Every thrust had Nathaniel sliding on the floor. Drool dripped from his mouth with every moan. He wasn’t going to last long with Andrew’s pace. He had already been fucked by the others.
“Day.” Jean whined as he rocked his hips. Jean was quick at lifting Riko, allowing more space for Kevin to fuck his fingers into him. Riko clenched his jaw.
“I said now. I want your cocks buried in my ass. I want your cum to fill me up.” Riko reached, grabbing at Kevin’s hair. His fingers were tight as he tugged the striker forward. He kissed him hard, his teeth aching from how hard he slammed their lips together.
Kevin's fingers disappeared from his ass, but he didn’t lose focus as his hand wrapped around his cock. Kevin allowed Riko to control the kiss, his tongue laying claim to his striker. Jean’s arms hooked under Riko’s legs, hoisting him up. Kevin’s free hand was back between Riko’s legs. A moan ripped from Jean’s mouth as Kevin took ahold of his cock, slicking them both with an obscene amount of lube
His tip brushed against Riko’s hole. Riko couldn’t help but to moan as the two of them guided Jean’s cock into him. He gasped, groaning as Jean dropped him down on his cock. A moan ripped from Jean, his teeth digging painfully into Riko’s shoulder. Kevin took over the kiss; he kissed Riko hard, shoving him harder into Jean. His hand didn’t stop stroking his cock.
Riko was full from Jean’s cock, but there was no going back from a promised reward, nor did he want to stop.. Kevin’s fingers pressed against his hole. One was easy to slip in, but the second had Riko tensing up. Kevin released his mouth, kissing his way up to his tattoo. His lips lingered on the one as he pushed in a third.
“Breath, my king.” Kevin hushed, kissing the forming tears from Riko’s eyes. “Kings don’t cry.” Riko clenched his jaw, tugging painfully at Kevin’s hair.
“I can fucking take it.” Riko pressed his hips down hard against the cock and fingers that filled his ass. He gasped as his sweet spot was brushed. “Cock now.” He hissed, tugging Kevin’s head back to look at him. Those green eyes were blown before they glanced down. Riko followed his gaze. His cock was leaking and twitching in Kevin’s hand.
Kevin exhaled, releasing his hand and tugging his fingers free. Riko whined at the loss of fullness before Kevin lined himself up. Kevin pushed in slowly; it was tight. Riko lost his breath; Jean bit his neck. He was swallowing the lump of pain in his throat as his ass swallowed Kevin’s cock. Jean was panting against his neck, trying to catch his breath.
Riko was stretched around both cocks. His toes curled as Kevin fully seated himself inside of him. He was so full, fuller than he had ever been before. His body ached, but the pleasure of having both his boys inside of him made his head fuzzy. His breath was shallow as Kevin slid back out before thrusting his hips up inside of him. The striker earned moans from both his King and the backliner.
Kevin was quick to speed up his pace, both hands holding onto Riko’s hips. With each thrust, his grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as he chased his building orgasm. Riko was whining between the two, his hands tangled in each one’s hair. He could feel the stirring in his gut as tears tumbled down his face. His vision was spotty as Kevin’s pace became too much. The striker was ruthless as he pounded into him.
Jean was the first to cum. He bit down on an unmarked piece of skin as he groaned, thrusting his hips up and filling Riko. The sensation of Jean’s cum filling him had Riko cumming. His vision went white as he came all over himself and Kevin, twitching. Kevin didn’t slow. He was rough and sloppy, but the pinch in his brows had Riko knowing his Queen was close. He tugged the striker down, his tongue swiping against his ear.
“Come for me, my Queen,” Riko cooed. It was enough. Kevin was cumming hard into Riko. He tensed and shuddered as he filled his King. He didn’t move as he tried to catch their breath. The room was filled with heavy breathing. The smell of sweat and cum hung in the air. Kevin was the first to slip out of Riko. Jean lifted Riko slightly, allowing himself to slip out.
Cum drippled out of Riko’s ass, but no one said anything. Nathaniel rested against the bed on his knees, leaning heavily on it with full body exhaustion. Andrew hooked his legs over the redhead, settling on the bed and surrounding him. His court’s faces were red, their skin dripping with sweat and cum. Riko slowly released his death grip, bringing his hand down his body and sliding two fingers in his cum. He held out his fingers for Nathaniel to clean.
“What a perfect reward for my perfect court.”