Twelve inches. Hard. Throbbing. It was wedged between their pressed bodies. The shaft rubbed against both their lower stomachs. The head leaked thick fluid onto their skin. It was hot. Heavy. Obscene. It twitched against their flesh.
He hugged them.
His arms wrapped around both. He pulled them tight. Their faces were inches apart. Vess's white hair mixed with Lena's darker locks. Their eyes met. Both were glassy. Both were broken. Both were his. They could smell each other's breath. They could feel each other's heartbeats. They could feel the cock between them.
Their sweat mingled.
Their tears mixed. Their breaths were shallow. They were pressed so tight they could feel each other's heartbeats. Vess's heart was slow. Heavy. Exhausted. Lena's heart was fast. Panicked. Desperate. Both were racing toward the same end. Both were his.
"Thanks for the day," he said.
Morning was about to rise.
