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“Good. Start then.”
Start? Hmm, okay. Where to start? Hayden swallowed and cleared his throat, looking a little wide-eyed at Shane.
“Uh.. ok, touch yourself.” He hesitantly commanded.
“Be more clear, where do you want him to touch?” Rozanov breathed down his neck.
“Um, your cock.” God, he was so bad at this.
Immediately, Shane’s hand flew to his cock, exhaling with relief and stroking himself. With a jolt, Hayden felt a hand touch him, and he looked down instinctively at the slow sensual glide of Rozanov’s fingers over his cock.
A sharp spank rained on his ass.
“Rozanov!” He gasped, turning to look at him.
The slap had hurt, and he resisted the urge to rub at it like a child, embarrassed.
“Eyes on Shane.” His tone brooked no argument. His hand continued fisting his cock.
Hayden turned towards Shane, almost pouting.
“Colour?”
“Green, fucker.” And it was true, even though it was embarrassing, the sensations on his ass were kinda doing it for him. Oh, hell.
Shane was moaning by now, one hand touching his cock, and the other fisted into the sheets, mouth hanging half open.
“Touch your ass.” Shane immediately complied, relieved at being allowed more stimulation. Hayden felt a corresponding touch on his ass soothing the previous sting, then groping harshly, and then continuing the cycle.
Hayden knew he needed to get on with it before they both came from this. He took a deep breath, and said in a shaky voice. “Put one finger in.”
Shane rolled around to get the lube and poured a bit onto his fingers, slowly pushing one finger in. Hayden was mesmerized by the sight, so much so that he jerked in shock when he felt a cool finger touch his own hole. Was that lube? When did he get that anyways?
“You ok? Colour?”
“Yes, I’m fine, green, was just surprised. Go on, please.”
And then the finger pushed in slowly. It felt a bit weird, nothing too different from when he had tried it on himself, and he relaxed when Ilya started a slow pace, pushing it in and out.
Shane on the other hand was growing impatient. He had tears in his eyes from the teasing, and in Hayden’s opinion was the most gorgeous creature ever to walk this earth.
“Hayd, please, need more--” Shane begged.
“Add another finger.” He was staring at the fingers going in and out of him greedily.
Hayden’s mouth fell open on a loud moan with the dual sensations hitting him, watching his best friend now spread open and almost riding his fingers, and Ilya’s fingers spearing him confidently while lazily stroking his cock.
And then it happened. Ilya’s fingers rubbed against a spot inside him which caused fireworks in his body. He felt a sudden jolt of extreme pleasure that caused him to gasp and moan so wantonly that he would have been embarrassed if in his right mind. Holy shit! He never could do this with his own fingers! This was what he was missing??
“Ilya, please-- ” He didn’t know what he was asking for, but he never wanted this to stop, like ever.
“Oh now that my fingers are in you, I am suddenly Ilya?” Ilya chuckled amusedly, but his pupils were fully dilated, betraying his interest and giving him a more predatory appearance.
Hayden groaned “Rozanov, whatever. Please, more. I think I’m about to cum.”
“Hmm, Ilya is fine, but do not cum.” Hayden whimpered hearing this. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself! “Shane knows not to cum without permission, but if you want us to fuck you, hold on. Ok?”
“Ok, I’ll try. But if you keep doing that I don’t think I can control myself.”
“Good boy, for telling me.” Ilya purred, and Hayden was shocked but the sudden bolt of heat through his spine. He could swear his heart had stopped for a beat and then restarted in overdrive. His cock twitched in Ilya’s hand and blurted out a drop of precum and he turned red. If someone told him yesterday that he would react like this to Ilya calling him a good boy, he would have thrown hands. But right now the only thing his lust-addled brain was hungering for was to hear a repeat performance of the praise from Ilya.
Oh, okay then. Fucking hell. Today was a day of discoveries it seems. He just wished it wasn’t Rozanov who was bringing out these realizations.
Shane let out a loud mewl from the bed.
“Are you jealous, baby?” Ilya chuckled. “Don’t be. You know you are the most beautiful sub in the whole world. And all mine. I was just encouraging good behaviour in our lover boy here.” He nodded towards Hayden whose face was now alarmingly resembling a tomato.
With this, he eased his fingers off his prostate and focused on spreading him open. Hayden slowly relaxed enough to take a shuddering deep breath.
“You need another finger, don’t you?” Ilya whispered in his ear. “Or do you want to be split open on my cock so bad that everyone knows tomorrow that you got fucked real good?”
“Need another finger please” Hayden could feel the steam rise off his cheeks and thought his face would never return back to normal again. The squelching sounds were obscene. Hayden was feeling mortified if he paid it any attention, so he tried to ignore it.
“Not to me, cutie.”
Hayden was confused, until -- “Shane, Shane add another finger.”
Three fingers was too much. Even though Ilya was avoiding his prostate now, it was still very pleasurable, doubly amplified by Shane’s mindless pleasure from fucking himself. Hayden was panting harshly, mouth hanging open and probably drooling, clutching Ilya’s shoulders for dear life while being fucked open by his long, long fingers.
Hayden couldn’t do this anymore, he was on the verge of cumming.
“I can’t do this. I need more! Ilya, fuck me.”
Ilya’s fingers pulled out of his ass, and he stopped touching his cock. Hayden let out a truly pathetic whine of complaint at this injustice.
“Shane, stop.” Ilya’s command rang in a voice of steel. Shane whined desolately, pulling his fingers out of his ass, leaving his hole open and winking.
“No! No. Why did you stop??” Hayden had tears in his eyes, and was this close to actually sobbing.
“You want to fuck Shane, don’t you? And you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, want that. Want that so bad, green.”
“Hmm. Is that how you ask, then?”
Hayden was gone at this point. He needed to cum, like ages ago. He rushed up to rectify his mistake.
“Please, please, Ilya please let me fuck Shane. I’m begging you, I need something. And please fuck me. I feel like I will die otherwise.”
Ilya huffed out a laugh. “Very dramatic. Shane, sweetheart, come to the edge of the bed.”
“You want Hayden to fuck you? Colour?”
“Green, Ilya. I need it, please.”
“Cockslut.” Ilya said affectionately. “Lie face down, knees to your chest. Spread your legs more.. there we go.”
Hayden’s life was complete. He had nothing else to live for after this. He was blessed with this sight of Shane with his ass in the air, waiting for his cock, and nothing else after this could compare.
“You are so beautiful.” He blurted out suddenly.
Shane seemed shy, but genuinely pleased. “Thanks”, he mumbled.
Ilya seemed soft, “He is, isn’t he?”, rubbing Shane’s back and ass with a look bordering on devotion in his eyes.
“Ok Hayden. I know you are a virgin but even you also would know what to do now?”
This bastard. “Fuck you, I’m not a virgin.” Hayden rolled his eyes and moved forward.
He wrapped a condom and slowly inserted himself into Shane, gripping his hips tight. “Is this okay?” He gritted out.
Shane gasped and nodded “Yes, yes”.
He was in heaven. He was in hell. Shane was hot and tight around him, and he had never experienced anything this pleasurable, and he was going to die. He gave a few shallow thrusts before feeling Ilya’s four fingers around his rim.
“You need some more prep. Fuck Shane but do not cum. If you are close, you tell me. Ok?”
Hayden quickly nodded “Ok, ok.”
Now he was rocking forwards into Shane, who was letting out breathy little sounds, and backwards chasing Ilya’s fingers. After another minute, he felt fingers being removed from his ass and his rhythm stuttered to a halt. Shane let out a protest not unlike an angry kitten.
Ilya’s cock was touching his hole. He was just moving it around the rim, not quite pushing in. It was driving Hayden crazy with anticipation. When Ilya started slowly pushing in, Hayden felt his breath knocked out of him. His cock felt so big inside of him, and kept going deeper and deeper. By the time Ilya was finally inside him, Hayden was bent over and panting harshly. Ilya stopped like that, giving him time to adjust.
“Told you you are a virgin” Ilya grinned.
Hayden was too out of it to even utter a Fuck you. He was feeling so full and so overstimulated he was sure he would cum immediately if he moved.
As if he read his mind, Ilya commanded, “Don’t cum. Be a good boy and try to hold on for us, okay?” He gave him a light stroke on his cheek. “Colour?”
“Green, just feeling a lot that’s it. All good.”
“Good.”
And then Ilya started thrusting.
Hayden’s brain short-circuited and his knees buckled. If Ilya hadn’t been holding his hips he would have crashed onto Shane. Ilya was hitting his prostate dead-on with every thrust, and Hayden was gone. He was moaning so loud and so whorishly that he felt embarrassed, but try as he might he could not keep the sounds in.
After a few minutes of this bliss, he was close again, and this time he didn’t think he could hold back.
“I’m close.”
Ilya stopped moving. Hayden actually sobbed at this. He moved back and forth, trying to fuck himself on them both.
“Please, please, don’t make me stop now. I have been good, please let me cum..” He was blubbering uncontrollably now, tears streaming down his face. And he could vaguely hear Shane begging too.
Ilya consoled him. “Hush, baby. You have been so good. You can cum whenever you want. Fuck yourself on both of us. Go on.”
Being given permission felt like a tie breaking free in his mind. He moved with abandon, rocking back and forth between them.
“And Shane, moya lyubov, make our lover boy cum and then you can cum too.”
At this, Shane redoubled his efforts by clenching down on him. This plus Ilya’s cock against his prostate sent Hayden careening over the cliff. He came with a scream, the hardest he had ever cum in his life. He could see stars dancing behind his vision, and the blood pounding in his head made his vision go fuzzy. He was pretty sure he might have passed out for a few seconds there as the next time he was aware, he was lying on the bed in between Shane and Ilya. They must have finished too, and cleaned up, cuz they looked spent and sated, breathing deeply. They were holding hands over him, and Ilya was whispering praises to Shane.
Hayden vaguely he wondered how he would ever go back to straight sex again. Or how he would go back to non-Hollanov sex again. It was like he was an addict who discovered his fix.
“That was amazing” his voice slurred. “Hands down best sex of my life.” He mumbled happily, with a stupid, drunk grin on his face.
Shane giggled “We loved it too Hayd, was fun. You are so cute.”
“Hmm, he is right. You are not so bad, Pike. Maybe we keep you around.” Ilya’s deep voice reached him through the cotton-filled mush that was his brain. Hayden wanted to feel indignant, but all he could feel was a giddy sort of happiness and bone-deep satedness as he drifted into sleep.
Does this mean there would be a next time then? Oh! Next time we could try…