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"Good form, Steven," Jake commented. He'd only just entered the apartment to find the boys naked in bed.

"Ah! What? Oh, Jesus Christ, Jake, you scared the shit out of me." 

Steven tossed his hair back and stared at Jake silently. He panted. He knelt on the bed, balls deep inside Marc, who had his face in a pillow. Steven's body started to rock again after the interruption.

"But, thanks. You wanna join?" Steven asked.

Jake had already pulled off his shirt, and stripped off his pants in the time it took to cover the distance to the bed.

Marc whined and shoved his ass back against Steven. 

Jake made a come-hither motion with his hand. "Turn him this way, Steven."

Steven guided Marc's body to pivot them toward Jake. He was instantly drooling for Jake's half-hard shaft in his face.

Marc continued to fuck himself on Steven relentlesstly, solely focused on the feeling of Steven's rod hitting him so deeply it made him ache. 

Jake grabbed Marc by the hair roughly and shoved him down on his dick. He controlled the bob of Marc's head completely. Marc drooled on Jake's dick, his throat relaxed, jaw absorbing the impact of pelvic bone while Jake face-fucked him. Marc gagged but didn't pull away, he only leaned into it, nose in Jake's pubes, to show that he could go further. 

Jake eased him off after a moment, waiting long enough so as not to suggest that he was giving Marc any consideration. That was Steven's job. 

"Marc? Are you okay, mate?"

"He's fine, Steven," Jake growled.

Steven's movement slowed, and he clung nervously to Marc's hips. Marc's body clenched down on him in response, making Steven groan in turn. 

Jake leaned over to hold Marc's ass open. "Keep going, Steven. Should I take over?"

"No!"

"Steven," Marc gasped, "it's okay, I'm okay. Please. Don't stop, please."

"Marc?"

"He's fine, Steven. Trust me."

"Steven, please!" 

"He needs you to give him everything, Steven. He needs your focus. Trust me to handle the rest. I know how to take care of him."

"You know-?"

"Steeeven, pleeease," Marc whined from under Jake's cock.

"Alright, Marc! You want it rough-" Steven pulled Marc's hips toward him and canted his own forward, smacking their bodies together. 

"Yes!" Marc grunted, "Steven, fuck me!"

"-I'll give it to you rough."

Steven remembered the sensation of Jake having once taken control of his hips, but it was much more difficult now on his own. The adrenaline helped him piston his hips furiously, riding so high that he felt his body might take off without him, so he had to hang on.

"Yes! Yes! Steven!" Marc grunted. "Fuck me, Steven!"

" Síí ," Jake encouraged with a sensual croon, "pound him, Steven."

"Yeah! Fuck me, Steven, fuck my ass!" Marc slurred filth while Jake teased his wet glans over his lips.

Steven bit his lip, trying not to whine Marc’s name as he hurtled through the sensations of being inside him.

Jake held Marc's ass open, squeezing its cheeks while Steven fucked his hole. Marc moaned at the sensation of Steven's head nudging his prostate everytime he pulled back far enough. Marc whined on Jake's dick, the best he could do to express his longing in his current state.

"Pull your hips back a bit." Jake instructed. "Shallower thrusts, but quicker."

Steven nodded and made a cute face of concentration as he watched his own hips to gauge the efficiency.

"Good," Jake returned. 

His voice made Steven feel confident. 

"That's it, Steven. Fuck him. He loves it." He spanked Marc's ass. "He's such a dirty slut, that's how you give it to him. He needs it, Steven."

Steven's fingers clenched on Marc's hips.

"Jesus, Jake-" Steven muttered under his breath.

Marc gasped for breath and started moaning like something Steven had only ever heard in porn before, and something inside him responded. Suddenly, his movements felt less unsure, and something inexplicable seemed to fall into place.

"Louder, Marc," Steven moaned. "I want to hear you scream." Steven smacked his palm down heavily on Marc's supple ass. "Scream my fucking name!"

"Oh, fuck! Ste-v-en!" Marc shrieked, voice rising and breaking over the snap of Steven's hips. 

"Que bien, mis chicos. Bello."

Jake left Marc's mouth and moved closer to Steven. He slapped Steven's ass encouragingly while he continued to fuck Marc.

"Buen niño! You wanna be mi perrito, huh?" Jake ran his fingers through Steven's curls. "Mmm? Are you my puppy, Steven?"

Steven whimpered, as if in answer. Jake moved directly behind him, and Steven found himself grinding back against Jake's shaft sliding between his ass cheeks.

Jake chuckled and leaned to kiss Steven's shoulder. "Puppy wants to fuck my lobito, huh? You look damn cute humping on him, perrito."

Steven whined again in pleasure. Jake took hold of his hips, yanking him upright. Steven held on to Marc, only opening him wider as he pulled him along.

"Let me show you how to fuck my wolf, perrito. I know how to make him howl."

Steven took a deep breath as Jake held his hips tightly, and shoved himself and Steven forward. Steven didn't know if he could take Jake the way Marc did, but Jake didn't try to push inside. He only thrust his shaft between Steven's ass cheeks as he rolled their hips together. 

Steven trembled. He was so nervous at first, but once he realized he was safe he relaxed immediately. He tried to let his hips flow loosely. He felt Jake's hands holding tight to his pelvic bone, rocking him back-and-forth in shallow thrusts. 

Marc whined. With nothing in his mouth, he only panted against the bedsheets, a puddle of drool slowly forming. 

It came to a point where Steven could no longer tell if Jake's thrusts were for his own benefit or still part of Steven's lesson. He was probably overthinking it. He listened to Marc's moans and closed his eyes. 

Jake's wet shaft felt delicious sliding between his cheeks, and Marc’s body consumed him dick first. He was rocked between the two of them so thoroughly that all he had to do was stay upright. 

But he came quickly, making Jake moan as his glutes tensed around his dick.

"Yeah, Steven!" Marc cried out for him as he spilled inside.

"Oh, fuck, Marc-" Steven whined as he throbbed and shivered inside Marc. 

"Fuck-" Jake hissed. The frottage had pushed him close to the edge, but he was saving his orgasm for Marc's face. He backed away from Steven and slid off the bed.

"Let him clean you up, Steven." He grabbed Marc’s hair. "You want to taste the dick that fucked your ass, huh?"

Marc nodded eagerly. Steven pulled out of him and fell back against the shelf above the bed, exhaustion showing, before arranging pillows for himself. 

Jake led Marc by the hair back to Steven's dick. He forced Marc to take it deeply, making Steven fill back up with dizzying speed. 

Then Jake pulled Marc away again. "My turn."

Marc's eyes followed Jake's as he yanked him around by the hair. Jake stood at one side of the bed and Marc remained kneeling. He hunkered lower as he watched Jake's cock hang free. Eyeing it like a piece of meat, like a hungry dog- Jake thought. Oh, lobito.

Steven watched Jake grab Marc's hair and pull him toward his crotch. Marc ended up lying flat finally, letting Jake fuck himself mercilessly up into his throat. Steven covered his mouth and slipped the other hand between his legs. 

"What the fuck are you doing, Steven, get over here," Jake grabbed Steven's arm to pry the hand off his mouth.

Jake wrenched Marc off his dick with a rough tug of his hair. 

"You're gonna come, come in his mouth."

"Oh, Jesus-" Steven sighed, and rubbed his head over Marc's wet lips. 

Marc's face was dripping with thick globs of spit. Steven shuddered and closed his eyes, shutting the image out. Marc.

Then he felt Marc's mouth around him and it was almost like hearing him say, in the soft way he only had for him, it's okay, Steven.

Steven whimpered again and a tear flicked away with a bat of his lashes. 

"Damn, Steven-" Jake groaned.

Steven opened his eyes to see Marc's face on his dick and Jake watching, stroking himself.

The idea seemed to form within them all collectively.  

Jake slid his shaft underneath Steven's and it brushed across Marc's wet chin. They all groaned. 

Steven pulled back, out of Marc's mouth and Marc instantly took Jake. Still supporting himself on his elbows, Marc somehow managed to hold them each by the balls. 

Steven and Jake stretched and strained to accommodate the position but they were all determined and precise. They both rubbed their heads on Marc's lips. His mouth was already open wide for them, but they rubbed their own tips together teasingly as they tried to both fit inside. 

Marc's eyes were beaming up at them as their dicks finally stretched him together, both heads dipping into his mouth. 

Marc relaxed utterly- more to Steven's dismay, making him whine at the obscenity of it, the willingness to submit. It scared him. He trembled and Jake held him. 

Jake held them all together, in a delicate balance. 

They fell out of his mouth and he took a moment to breathe before he asked, "again?"

It broke Steven's spiral. He giggled. Marc winked at him as he stretched his mouth wide again. Steven bit his lip in concentration as he and Jake held their tips together and pushed into Marc's mouth.

His lips stretched taut. Marc looked so content and utterly wrecked with both their heads stuffed in his mouth. 

Jake came on Marc's face, exactly as he meant to. Marc's jaw lolled open, tongue hanging out. Jake slapped his still-rigid dick against it. 

"Bet you're still thirsty, huh, baby?" 

He held Marc's face in one hand. It wore a blissful expression covered in sweat, saliva, and come.

Steven was still hard, and whining as Marc suctioned onto him. His knees trembled and he had to fall back against the shelf once more. He pulled Marc to him, reorienting them on the bed. Jake knelt behind Marc. Steven indulged them both by spreading his legs open.

Marc eagerly swallowed Steven's shaft. Steven watched Marc take it steadily deeper as Jake pounded into him from behind, making Marc's whole body rock with his rapid thrusts. Steven stroked Marc's hair as he swallowed him. 

"You see what a whore he is, Steven?" Jake muttered, hips never slowing. "This is how he likes to be filled up. He needs one for each hole."

Marc whined on Steven's dick. 

"Eres mi puto sucio. ¿Sí, Marquito?"

Marc pulled off Steven's shaft to moan.

"Sí, Papi! Sí, sí-" 

Steven watched in awe as Marc fell apart under Jake's relentless fucking. Jake pulled his hair so roughly it yanked Marc's head back. 

Steven gasped, and his brow furrowed in worry, but he watched Marc's face closely. Marc moaned on uninterrupted, broken cries in Spanish pouring out of him. 

"¡Tómame, papi! ¡Soy tuyo!"

"Tómalo, lobito," Jake growled smugly, pushing forward mercilessly. "Eres niño sucio."

"¡Dámelo, papi! ¡Follame!"

Jake roughly shoved Marc's head back into Steven's crotch, and only continued to snap his hips, meeting Marc's ass with rhythmic, satisfying smacks.

Steven teased his head into Marc's cheeks, making them stretch obscenely. Then he pushed Marc back down to suck his balls.

"Yes! Marc!" Steven squealed when Marc grappled his open thighs and pulled him forward so his tongue could penetrate him.

None of them heard the first knock on the door. A moment passed, and then the knock came louder.

"What the fuck?" 

Jake's thrusts halted, making Marc sob and clutch the sheets.

"Maybe they'll go away." Steven shrugged.

"No, I got it." Jake swung off the bed and strode toward the door. 

"Jake-" Steven began, but knew it was no use. 

He held Marc close; he needed attention after Jake's abrupt departure. He was trembling, whimpering. Steven soothed him, pulling Marc's body up against his and kissing him gently.

Jake swaggered to the front door, no concern for his nudity and wet, swollen package. 

He pulled the door open almost casually and grumbled, "¿que?"

A man from an apartment down the hall was standing before the door. 

Jake assumed he'd shown up to complain about the noise they were making, but the man didn't get that far. When he saw Jake's intimidating physique he backed down immediately, taking a step away from the door.

"Uh-" the man stammered. "Nevermind!" He took off down the hall and disappeared into his own unit.

Jake swung the door closed again.

"What was it?" Steven asked.

"Wrong apartment."