Kota reached the top of the stairs and stood in front of the closed door at the end of the hallway. The music thumped softly from inside, some bass-heavy track with heavy beats that made the floor vibrate under his sneakers. He hesitated for a second, hand hovering, then knocked once. Nothing. He knocked again, louder this time. "Yo uhh.. You guys in here?" Still no answer. He raised his fist to knock a third time, but mid-knock the door flew open and two pairs of hands grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward.
He stumbled hard, tripping over the threshold, and crashed down onto the carpet on his back with a thud that knocked the wind out of him. The door slammed shut behind him. When he blinked up, Riley and another boy he did not recognize were standing over him, grinning down like they had been waiting all day for this exact moment.
Kota's heart slammed against his ribs as he took in their outfits. Riley wore a tight pink crop top that stopped just above his navel, showing off smooth skin and the dramatic flare of his hips. His face was done up with full makeup, glossy lips, winged eyeliner, and a soft blush that made his cheeks pop. Below that he had on wild tan and blue booty jeans that hugged every curve, the fabric stretched so thin over his massive ass that the seams looked ready to split. The boy beside him wore the exact same thing, pink crop top, full makeup, and identical tan and blue booty jeans that clung to an equally exaggerated lower body.
Riley grinned wide, tilting his head as he looked down at Kota sprawled on the floor. "Like what you see? You checking me out already, big man?"
Kota pushed up on his elbows, face heating. "No," he said quickly, trying to sound casual even though his pulse was racing. "Just surprised, that's all."
Riley fake pouted, lips pushing out in that dramatic way he always did when he wanted attention. "Aw, mean. I spent all afternoon getting ready for you. Makeup, the crop top, these jeans that make my ass look even fatter. And you're not even checking me out? Rude." He turned slightly, giving Kota a better view of how the jeans cupped his cheeks, the deep cleft visible even through the thick fabric. Then he glanced at the boy next to him. "I've been telling my little brother all about you, Kota. How big you are, how good you feel, everything. He wants a piece of you too."
Kota sat up fully, heart dropping. "Pause. How old is your brother?"
Riley laughed, light and easy. "Chill. He's eighteen. Same as us. This is Dennis." He gestured to the other boy, who stepped forward with a shy but eager smile. Dennis had a lot more heavy makeup on, thick black eyeliner, glittery shadow, and lips that looked extra juicy and glossy from whatever product he had layered on. His hair was dyed a darkish red, but the ginger roots and tips still showed through, giving it a two-tone look that somehow fit the whole vibe. He wore the same pink crop top and tan-blue booty jeans, the outfit making his hips flare out dramatically and his ass project just as massively as Riley's.
Kota blinked, processing. "Wait, so you're also ginger?" he asked Riley, trying to buy time while his brain caught up.
Riley nodded, still grinning. "Yep, natural ginger under all this. Roots don't lie. But enough with the questions." Before Kota could say another word, Riley dropped down onto him, straddling his waist right there on the floor. The weight of that massive ass settled over Kota's lap, the tan and blue jeans rubbing against his cargo pants as Riley started grinding slow and deliberate. His breath came out hot and sweet, like he had been sucking on candy all afternoon, and he looked extremely pent up, forehead already shiny with sweat, eyes half-lidded with need. "Come on, Kota. Fuck me. I've been waiting since the hallway. I need it so bad. Please. Just give me that big cock again."
Kota opened his mouth to protest, but Riley leaned down fast and crashed their lips together in a kiss that was way too hot for how sudden it was. He was experienced, tongue sliding in smooth and confident, sucking on Kota's bottom lip before deepening the kiss until Kota's head spun. The taste of cherry gloss mixed with the sweetness of his breath made it impossible to pull away right away. Kota's hands moved on their own, grabbing two big handfuls of Riley's ass through the jeans, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh. The cheeks overflowed his palms, jiggling as Riley ground harder, moaning into the kiss like he had been starving for this.
Riley got really horny from the touch, breaking the kiss just long enough to gasp, "Yes, squeeze it harder," before diving back in. He started kissing down Kota's neck, lips hot and wet, sucking hard enough to leave marks.
Kota felt the pull and panicked, grabbing Riley's shoulders to stop him. "Don't. If our parents notice hickeys we're both cooked."
Riley whined but pulled back, still grinding slow circles on Kota's lap, ass clapping softly against his thighs with every roll of his hips.
Before Kota could catch his breath, Dennis whined from the side, shifting closer on his knees. "I want some action too," he said, voice breathy and eager, eyes locked on Kota with the same hungry look Riley had. "Riley told me everything. Please?"
Kota sighed, long and heavy, the weight of the entire day crashing down on him all at once. He knew this was gonna happen. He had known from the second his dad said the name Renegen. Riley on top of him, Dennis waiting his turn, both of them dressed like they had planned this outfit swap just to drive him crazy, the music still thumping low in the background, the cozy orange room suddenly feeling way too small. He was trapped upstairs while his dad and Eli grilled ribs downstairs, clueless, and now these two were about to turn the afternoon into exactly the kind of mess he had been dreading since the truck ride. Kota closed his eyes for half a second, letting the sigh out fully, already feeling the inevitable pull of their bodies and the way Riley's ass kept moving on him like it had a mind of its own. This was his doom, and it was happening right now.