Their fingers finally slid out, leaving me feeling raw and empty. My hole throbbed from the stretch, burning like it had been torn. I was shaking so hard the bed creaked under me, tears streaming down the sides of my face into the pillow.
Lucas shifted between my legs again. I felt the blunt, hot head of his cock rub against my entrance once more — slow, deliberate circles that made me flinch every time it caught on the rim.
"No… please… don't put it in…" My voice was hoarse, barely there. "It hurts too much already… brothers… we can't do this…"
Lucas let out a low, rough moan, hips rocking forward just enough to press the tip against me harder.
"Shhh… relax, Kael. Gonna go slow… but fuck, you're so tight it's driving me crazy."
He pushed — just the head breaching me again.
The pain hit like a knife. Sharp, tearing, white-hot. My whole body seized up, back arching off the bed as a loud, broken scream ripped out of me.
"AAAAHHH—! STOP—! IT HURTS—! TAKE IT OUT—!"
I thrashed, trying to twist away, but Leon's hands clamped down harder on my wrists, pinning me flat. His breath was hot against my ear, voice thick with want.
"Easy… it's only the head. Breathe through it. You're doing good."
Lucas held still for a second, groaning deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through me where we were connected.
"Goddamn… so fucking tight… clenching around me like that… feels incredible…"
I sobbed, legs trembling uselessly. "Please… Lucas… don't move… it hurts… make it stop… we're brothers… this is wrong… ahh—!"
Leon moved closer to my head, his hard cock brushing my cheek again — heavy, slick, rubbing across my lips in slow, teasing slaps.
"How about you suck mine while you're waiting? It'll help take your mind off it… make things easier."
"N-no… don't… urgh… get it away from my face…"
I turned my head, but he followed, smearing pre-cum over my lips, moaning softly as he did it.
"Open up, little brother… just the tip… come on…"
I kept my mouth shut tight, whimpering.
That's when Lucas thrust forward — one hard, sudden push — sinking halfway inside me in a single motion.
The pain exploded again, worse than before. My vision blurred, a raw, agonized wail tearing from my throat.
"AAAAAAHHH—! NO—! TOO DEEP—! IT HURTS—! PULL OUT—! PLEASE—!"
My body spasmed around him, clenching involuntarily, which only made the burn sharper. Tears poured down my face; I couldn't breathe right, chest heaving with sobs.
Lucas groaned loud, hips stuttering as he bottomed out completely, balls pressed flush against me.
"Fuck… all the way in… so good… you're taking it all, Kael…"
He didn't move yet — just stayed buried deep, letting me feel every thick inch stretching me open. The fullness was overwhelming, painful, wrong.
Leon rubbed his cock against my cheek harder, moaning again.
"Look at you… crying like that… but your body's still so hot around him. Open your mouth… let me in…"
I shook my head frantically, voice cracking between sobs.
"No… stop… both of you… please… it hurts so much… don't do this…"
Lucas finally started to pull back — slow — then thrust in again, shallow but firm. Each movement forced another pained cry or whimper out of me.
"Ahh… nngh… hurts… stop moving… ah—!"
Leon kept rubbing himself on my face, his own moans mixing with mine, low and needy.
"Shh… just take it… we're gonna make you feel it all…"
The pain didn't ease. Every thrust burned, every rub against my face humiliated me more. I kept begging, kept crying, kept saying no — but they didn't stop.
Lucas stilled again, buried deep, his breathing ragged against my neck. The stretch hadn't eased at all; every tiny shift of his hips sent fresh sparks of raw ache radiating through me. My thighs shook so violently they knocked against his sides.
"Fuck… you're gripping me so hard, Kael," he groaned, voice low and wrecked. "Just… try to breathe. I'm not gonna rush you."
But he didn't pull out. He stayed locked inside, letting the fullness press and throb until my body had no choice but to feel every inch. Tears kept sliding sideways into my hair, soaking the pillow. I couldn't stop the small, broken whimpers leaking out with every exhale.
Leon's hand slid into my hair, fingers gentle this time instead of gripping. He tilted my face toward him, thumb brushing a tear track.
"Look at me, little brother," he murmured. His voice was softer now, almost pleading. "You're shaking so bad… we don't want to hurt you. Just… let us take care of you, okay?"
I squeezed my eyes shut. "It hurts… it's too much… please… pull out…"
Lucas made a low, pained sound in his throat—like my words physically hurt him too. His forehead dropped to my shoulder.
"I know, I know… I'm sorry it's so intense. But you're doing so good. Just a little longer. Let your body adjust."
He rocked—just the tiniest movement backward, then forward again. Not a real thrust, more like testing, coaxing. The friction still burned, made me gasp and arch involuntarily. My nails dug into Leon's forearms where he still held my wrists.
"Ah—! Don't—don't move like that…"
Leon leaned closer, lips brushing my temple. "Shhh… focus on my voice instead. Breathe with me. In… out…"
I tried. I really tried. But every inhale pulled him deeper somehow, every exhale made the stretch feel sharper. My sobs came quieter now, more exhausted than frantic.
Lucas groaned again, hips twitching like he was fighting himself to stay still.
"God, the way you feel… I can't even think straight. Tell me if it's too much. I'll stop. I swear."
But he didn't stop. He just held there, letting the heat and pressure build until my trembling started to change—less violent thrashing, more helpless quivering. My legs ached from being spread so wide; my hole pulsed around him in useless little flutters, trying and failing to push him out.
Leon's free hand drifted down my chest, palm flat over my racing heart.
"You're burning up," he whispered. "So tense… relax here. Just here."
His fingers circled slow, soothing patterns. It didn't take the pain away, but it gave me something else to latch onto besides the overwhelming stretch below.
I whimpered again, voice cracking. "I can't… it's too full… I feel like I'm splitting…"
Lucas exhaled shakily. "You're not splitting. You're taking me. All of me. Look how deep I am…"
He flexed inside—just once, deliberately—and the sudden pressure made a strangled sound rip out of me. Not quite a scream this time, more a raw, overwhelmed moan.
Leon's thumb brushed my lower lip. "That's it… let it out. Don't hold it in."
My mouth fell open on another shaky breath—and Leon didn't push anything in. He just stayed close, breathing with me, letting me feel his warmth against my cheek while Lucas remained locked in place, giving tiny, careful rocks that kept the burn alive but never crossed into brutal territory.
Minutes dragged like that. Sweat slicked every inch of my skin. My begging grew softer, more slurred with exhaustion.
"Please… slower… please…"
Lucas kissed the side of my neck—soft, almost apologetic. "Slower. I promise."
He moved again, barely an inch out and back in. The drag was still agonizing, but the rhythm was hypnotic now, relentless in its patience. My body started betraying me in small ways—muscles fluttering, hips twitching upward despite myself.
Leon noticed. His voice dropped even lower.
"There you go… that's our boy. Just feel it. Let it happen."
I shook my head weakly, fresh tears spilling.
"No… it's wrong… we're brothers…"
But the words felt thinner now, drowned under the heat and the ache and the unbearable closeness of both of them.
Lucas groaned again, long and suffering.
"Fuck… keep saying that and I'm gonna lose it…"
He didn't speed up. He just stayed right there—deep, steady, waiting for my body to give another involuntary clench around him.