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“I think he’s ready.” Ben muttered hoarsely.
Harry nodded his head before pulling his wet cock out from Louis’ hole leaving it gaping. He squeezed the base of his raging hard cock preventing to come right on the spot.
Ben laid down on the bed before gathering the slumped Louis in his arms. He kissed Louis on the mouth and rubbed his back. “You’re doing so good,” Ben whispered hotly, rutting his dripping cock against Louis’ soft tummy. Louis could barely shake his head and his hand limply rose to Ben’s chest, trying to push at it.
“Daddy, please.”
Ben took Louis’ protesting hand and kissed his wrist. “I know, but one more okay baby?”
“Please.”
“Shhh.”
Louis had barely softened up and Harry was already getting him all hardened up again. He fucked Louis with his fingers until he had come once more and had started crying again, body shaking with oversensitivity. Louis accidentally called him “daddy” in the haziness of his orgasm and brought out a feeling in Ben, who had a filthy desire to see Louis writhing and absolutely wrecked.
Harry peppered kisses across his back while Ben was kissing him. Through tired eyes, Louis noticed Harry’s cock turned purple, veins popped out. He could imagine what a sight he must have been himself; covered in come and body flushed red, mascara
streaks running down his face. He was a beautiful mess, and Ben loved it just as much as Harry did. He crawled on Louis’ back and leaned over them, kissing him on the mouth after Ben. Louis didn’t mind.
Ben leaned back onto the pillows and put his hands on Louis’ hips, maneuvering him so that he was
barely touching his drooling tip with his arse. They groaned in unison when Ben sunk into him, and Louis buried his head in Ben’s shoulder. He felt Harry’s hands on his waist and Ben wrapped Louis inside his arms, holding him tight.
“You need to be strong baby,” Ben
whispered, and Louis suddenly knew what was happening. Harry’s tip brushed against Louis’ wrecked hole and pushed in barely, and Louis clawed at Ben’s shoulders hard. He panted when Harry sank into him because it was hurt just a bit. Ben held him tight and tried to distract him, whispering sweetly in his ear, but Louis gasped and shook.
Completely sensitive, vulnerable and fragile, Louis felt like a toy between the two men. When he whispered the word, they started rocking up into him, both big cocks stretching and fucking him. Still, his own cock was swollen, leaking and begging for attention. Louis had his forearms on Ben’s chest, fingers clawing the back of Ben’s neck for support.
“Please daddy,” he whispered into Ben’s ear, eyes half-closed. “Just… touch me.”
Ben had his hands on Louis’ hips, lifting and dropping Louis onto their cock. He thrusted upwards over and over, relishing the feeling of the warm tight hole and another cock rubbing up against his. “Not yet baby,” he mumbled to Louis, grunting as a shudder ran through Louis’ body.
“Please, just once, just touch me once,” Louis begged, and his words were melding together. Louis was falling limp, and Ben looked up at Harry. He pushed Louis’ tiny body up and Harry gripped Louis’ hair tightly, holding him upright with a hand wrapped around the boy’s waist and arms, keeping him from touching himself.
“Look at your husband,” Harry commanded, lips against Louis’ ear, and Louis was crying out every time both cocks pushed into him. He shook his head, tears freshening his eyes, and Harry bit at his neck. “Look at him,” he repeated through clenched teeth, and he thrust up harder into Louis. Louis looked down at Ben and he wished he didn’t because his body hardened with want for an orgasm that didn’t come. Ben was looking up at Louis through hooded eyes, with a lust that forced a shudder through Louis.
Ben watched Louis, thrusting up into him, and watched his flushed cheeks covered in streaks of mascara and tears, his chapped lips red and swollen, his body no longer struggling against Harry’s grip. His eyes kept falling closed but he never stopped his wordless chant of, “please, please, please,” and Ben almost touched him. Almost. His hand almost reached but it kept stopping because he didn’t want to let go of this look of Louis completely wrecked, begging and desperate.
Harry felt the boy clench around him and he sucked harder on Louis’ neck leaving bruises. He had never met a man like Louis, he was almost delirious with the feeling. He had fallen for him since the first time Ben showed him his picture smiling at the beach under the sun. He was shocked at Ben’s proposal but it was never hurt to try. He never moved his lips from Louis’ jaw, his ear, whispering frantically sweet and dirty words that bubbled up from within him. It only seemed fit, considering this little body was a sin in itself. Louis’ curvy hips, his firm and huge ass, his sweet boypussy, his high cheekbones, his blue eyes and red thin lips; to indulge in Louis Winston was a sin.
“Come,” Harry commanded in Louis’ ear. Louis shook his head and his eyes fell closed, lips parted. Harry had to tighten his grip once again because Louis fell slack. Louis shook his head as much he could because, well, he simply could not come. He needed that touch, and he felt his climax bubbling but he could not force it to the surface. Twice he had come that night, without a single touch to his cock. He needed a hand, a mouth, anything that would just relieve him.
Then a hand was on his cock, and his eyes flew open and he was gasping for air. Harry gripped Louis tight and pumped him, and Louis struggled against the pressure in his hole because suddenly he was on fire. His body was overstimulated and he had tears on his cheeks and his hands were up in Harry’s hair for support, and though his body kept falling slack, the hand on his cock forced new waves of ecstasy through him and he was sobbing, mumbling “thank you,” and arching.
“Come,” Harry commanded again, and he was short of breath, voice raspy and thicker than it had been a moment ago. Louis looked down at Ben, and the look Ben had on had Louis crying out as he shot ropes of come across Ben’s abs.
Harry drew every bit of come Louis had left and coaxed Louis’ orgasm from his body. Finally, he was sated and his body collapsed, but Harry held him up. This time, Louis could not even try to hold himself up and he let Harry support him by the hair, tight arm around his waist. His arms dangled limply and his eyes fell closed, and he took whatever they wanted to give him.
Ben and Harry were both close, Ben thrusting up into Louis and Harry mirroring. With Louis around him and Ben’s cock rubbing against his own, Harry couldn’t hold on. Harry was the first to come, groaning and sinking his teeth into Louis’ battered shoulder, pushing himself completely into Louis. Louis shifted a bit when he felt come shoot up into him but he stayed where he was, letting Harry finish. He felt Harry’s strong chest contracted against his back. When he was done, he pulled out and Louis let out a weak cry, thankful. Harry held Louis up, peppering his jaw with kisses. He tilted Louis’ head back and kissed his mouth sweetly.
Ben came a moment later, silent but for a few groans, and his body shook with the force of it. He pulled out of Louis. He motioned at Harry and Harry lowered Louis to Ben’s chest, and Ben held Louis. Harry kissed Louis’ mouth and Ben’s cheek and slipped out laying on his back beside them.
Louis laid still, back rising and falling with every breath. Ben didn’t bother him, slid him over onto the mattress and cleaned his body carefully, mindful of his wrecked hole. He ran a wet wipes over Louis’ face, erasing the mascara stains and tears and sweat, smiling at Harry who was watching them attentively.
Louis was shivering, and Ben slid them both under the covers and pulled Louis into his chest.
Harry reached a hand up to brush into Louis’ hair. “I should go now,” He muttered to Ben.
“Do stay,” Ben said shocking Harry. “You can just sleep here, this bed’s big enough. Louis will be clingy after he wake up and I want you to be here. Plus, it was overwhelming for him.” Ben exclaimed staring down at Louis fondly.
“Alright,” Harry agreed swallowing heavily.