The heat in the small room felt thicker now, pressing in from all sides. My legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand, and the way Leon's hand kept stroking me—slow, firm, relentless—made every thought scatter. I hated how my hips kept twitching forward into his grip, how my body betrayed me even as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
"Please… stop…" My voice cracked, small and broken. "We—we shouldn't… you're my brothers… this is wrong…"
Lucas laughed low against my neck, the sound vibrating through me. His tongue dragged another slow, wet line up the side of my throat, hot and deliberate.
"Mmm… so what if we're brothers?" he murmured, breath hot on my skin. His free hand slid around my waist, pulling me tighter against him from behind. I could feel the thick, hard length of him pressing right between my cheeks—hot, insistent, sliding up and down slowly but never pushing in. Just rubbing. Teasing.
"We're not married to anyone. And this…" He rolled his hips again, letting me feel every inch of how hard he was. "…this is our first time too. Never fucked anyone before. Guess you're special, little Kael."
A whimper slipped out before I could stop it. "N-no… please… don't…"
Leon's mouth found mine then—sudden, hungry. His lips crashed against me, tongue pushing in deep without asking. I froze, eyes wide in shock. My hands jerked uselessly against their hold, but Leon just tilted my head back further, kissing me harder, wet and possessive. His cock pressed flush against mine, thick and leaking, sliding alongside me as he rocked forward. Every grind sent sparks up my spine.
"Mmmph—!" I tried to turn my head away, but Leon followed, moaning softly into my mouth. The sound was low, rough, needy.
"Shh… just feel it," he breathed against my lips before diving back in, tongue curling around mine.
Behind me Lucas groaned, hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. His cock slid hot and slick between my cheeks, the head catching just under the base of my spine every time he thrust forward. Not entering. Just grinding. Teasing. His chest pressed to my back, sweat mixing with mine, muscles flexing as he moved.
"Fuck… you're so tight back here even just rubbing," Lucas rasped, voice thick with want. Another low moan rumbled out of him. "Can feel you clenching every time I slide up… you like that, don't you?"
"No—no I don't—stop—please—" My words dissolved into a shaky moan when Leon's hand wrapped tighter around both our cocks, stroking us together. The friction was unbearable. Too much. My knees buckled.
"Stop… we're family… you can't… ah—!" Another broken sound tore out of me as Lucas bit lightly at my shoulder, then licked the spot, moaning again.
"So what if we're brothers?" Lucas growled softly, hips snapping forward harder—just enough to make me gasp. "Doesn't change how good this feels. Look at you… already leaking all over Leon's hand. Begging with your body even if your mouth won't shut up."
Leon pulled back from the kiss just long enough to murmur against my swollen lips.
"Gonna loosen you up nice and slow first… make sure you can take us." Then he was kissing me again—deeper, hungrier—while his hips rolled in time with Lucas's, cocks sliding together, slick and hot.
I tried to speak, tried to beg again. "Please… don't do this… stop… we're—ahh—brothers… please…"
But the words came out weak, fractured by the moans I couldn't hold back anymore. My body arched despite myself—back pressing into Lucas's grinding cock, front pushing into Leon's hand and mouth.
They just kept going. Moaning. Teasing. Grinding. Kissing.
And I couldn't stop the trembling, the leaking, the tiny, helpless sounds spilling out of me.
The small room had an old, narrow bed shoved against one wall—nothing fancy, just a thin mattress and rumpled sheets that smelled faintly of dust and hay. Lucas and Leon didn't ask. They just moved me.
Lucas scooped me up under my arms like I weighed nothing, my feet barely brushing the floor as he carried me the few steps and dropped me onto the bed on my back. The mattress dipped hard under my weight, then again as they climbed on after me—one on each side. I tried to scramble back, but Leon caught my wrists and pinned them above my head with one big hand, his body half-covering mine. Lucas knelt between my spread legs, pushing my thighs wider with rough palms.
"Please… no more…" My voice was shaking, barely above a whisper. "We're brothers… you can't… this is wrong…"
Lucas just smirked, leaning down so his sweat-damp chest brushed my stomach.
"Shh. We already told you—so what if we're brothers?" His voice was low, almost gentle, but his eyes were dark with hunger. "Doesn't stop how bad we want you. First time for all of us… gonna make it good."
Leon's free hand slid down my side, thumb circling one nipple until it stiffened. Then his mouth closed over it—hot, wet suction, tongue flicking roughly. A sharp gasp tore out of me, half pain, half something worse.
At the same time, Lucas's hand moved lower. I felt two thick fingers—his and Leon's—pressing at my entrance at once. No warning. Just slow, insistent pressure. They didn't push in dry; Lucas had slicked them somehow (spit, maybe—quick and filthy), but it still burned.
"Ah—!" I arched off the bed, hips jerking. "Stop—hurts—please!"
They didn't stop.
Lucas groaned against my hip, the sound vibrating through me.
"Fuck… so tight. Feel that clench?" One finger breached me first—slow, stretching. Then Leon's joined it, sliding in alongside. Two thick digits now, spreading me open inch by inch. The stretch was sharp, stinging, making my eyes water.
Leon switched to my other nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.
"Mmm… listen to those sounds," he murmured around the sensitive bud. "Hurts, huh? But you're getting so hard again already."
I shook my head frantically, tears slipping down my temples.
"No—no—take them out—please—it hurts—ahh!"
But my body wouldn't listen. Every time they crooked their fingers—searching, pressing against that spot inside—my cock twitched and leaked onto my stomach. A broken moan slipped out, louder than I wanted.
Lucas chuckled darkly, pumping his finger deeper while Leon mirrored him. They moved in slow, alternating thrusts—never fast, just deep enough to keep the burn constant.
"See? Body's already learning," Lucas rasped, free hand stroking my thigh. "Gonna loosen you up real nice… make sure you can take more than fingers soon."
Leon pulled off my nipple with a wet pop, lips swollen and shiny. He leaned up to kiss me again—hard, messy, swallowing my whimpers. His tongue pushed in deep while their fingers kept working me open, scissoring slowly, stretching.
I tried to beg around his mouth.
"Stop… please… brothers… don't—ah—!"
But the words dissolved into another shaky moan as they found that spot again—rubbing it deliberately now, making my hips buck despite the pain.
Lucas moaned low in his throat, hips grinding against the mattress like he couldn't help it.
"Goddamn… you're sucking our fingers in now. Knew you'd like it."
Leon broke the kiss just to whisper against my ear.
"Gonna keep going till you're begging for something thicker, little brother."
Their fingers never stopped—slow, deep, relentless—while mouths and tongues worked my chest, my neck, my lips. Pain and heat twisted together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.