But Malcolm’s hole stretches to accommodate both of them while he lets out this beautiful, unhinged moan that cuts off like he ran out of breath right in the middle of it.

“Jesus fuck,” he gasps.

Yeah. Jesus fuck is right.

It’s so good and they’re merely sitting still, the three of them panting in unison, and someone needs to move immediately or Rowan’s going to blow from the searing heat and pressure around his cock.

Mercifully, Tats begins to move, slowly at first as he acclimates to the feeling. He keeps a steady pace, only increasing incrementally after a few dozen strokes.

And God, it’s indescribable. Like Rowan’s fucking someone and getting jerked off at the same time. The defined ridge around the head of Tats’s cock drags along Rowan’s shaft over and over, the sensation ten times hotter than anytime Rowan’s jerked his cock alongside someone else’s, solely because they’re both inside someone else.

But as much as he’d love to lie here and let both of them pleasure him, he wants to move.

He raises his knees as best he can, plants his feet, and thrusts up into the tight heat as Tats pulls halfway out.

“Mmmmm fuck!” Malcolm cries out above him.

Perfect.

Rowan wants to hear more of it.

He almost regrets telling him to shut up earlier, because Malcolm isn’t being bratty now. Now he’s moaning around the two cocks inside him as eight others are being jerked to the sight of him because he’s loving this. If Rowan could set Malcolm’s moans as his ringtone without it being weird, he absolutely would.

But Rowan silently vows to make sure Malcolm never forgets this. He pushes past the overwhelming feeling of needing to come again, past the burn in his muscles, past the urge to catalog every single second of this night, and fucks up into him with everything he has.

He and Tats have a good rhythm. Fast. Hard. Balls slapping against each other’s shafts on every stroke, and Malcolm is eating that shit right up, moaning for faster, harder, deeper, just like that.

Rowan’s pretty sure he blacks out, because before he knows it, Tats says, “Nnng, I’m gonna come!” seconds before his pace stutters and his cock twitches alongside Rowan’s.

And God, Rowan can feel the wetness and the warmth, and it’s almost enough to make him come on the spot, but he doesn’t want any of this to be over yet.