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Mike took
advantage and dragged his palms down Alexei’s ribs. Nibbled along his jaw and
sucked his earlobe between his lips.
    Alexei shifted beneath him and they both
hissed, their cocks bumping and sliding between their bodies.
    “Please, Erik,” Mike begged, his voice
hoarse.
    Erik’s hands left him, almost immediately
replaced by a blunt, wide pressure against his hole that Mike could guess was
Erik’s cock. It felt… big. Bigger even than Mike had been expecting.
    Which was fucking fantastic.
    When Erik didn’t move, didn’t press
forward, Mike groaned with frustration.
    “I’m ready, Alexei,” Erik said.
    Mike swallowed an exasperated sigh. Apparently
the damn man could play by the rules when it suited him.
    Alexei’s grip changed, and now it was his fingers pulling Mike’s rim wide. Mike arched his back into the pressure, his
neck stretched, chin high, as he hovered there, waiting for what came next.
    “Push,” said Alexei, and Mike had no idea
if Alexei was speaking to him or to Erik, but they both responded. Mike bore
down as Erik thrust forward and stretched Mike open, tight muscles he’d been
sure were loose enough burning as his body fought to reject Erik’s cock even as
he rejoiced in the desire to accept it.
    He’d had this cock in his mouth. Against
his lips. He’d thought he’d known exactly how big it was, but it felt bigger,
harder, and heavier as the head pushed against him and Alexei’s fingers pulled
him open.
    He whimpered, a needy sound torn from his
throat. He’d had toys this big in him. And a fist, once. But this was
different. He could feel the heat of the blood rushing beneath Erik’s skin,
hear the desperate edge to the noises Erik made, and knew he was as turned on
as Mike. 
    The stretch in his ass was so consuming, he
couldn’t even respond to the feeling of Alexei’s body rubbing along his cock as
Mike writhed against him. All Mike wanted, all he cared about, was getting Erik
inside him.
    The head popped past his rim and he
shuddered hard. Goddamn, that was fucking perfect .
    Alexei and Erik both chuckled. Apparently,
he’d said that out loud.
    “Push,” Alexei said again, and this time Mike knew it wasn’t for him. He was beyond
that kind of control anyway. All he could do was dig his fingers into Alexei’s
arms and hold the fuck on as Erik slowly sank further, opening him up and
dragging along his inner walls. Mike’s knees almost buckled when that big, fat
head brushed over his prostate and kept going, the shaft then skimming over it
with a constant pressure that made Mike’s head spin.
    Fuck . That
was—it was—he felt a flair of panic. He wasn’t going to last long. Goddamn it.
He couldn’t…
    “Michael, look at me.”
    Mike’s eyelids felt heavy as he dragged
them open and stared down into Alexei’s face. Whatever Alexei saw made his
concerned expression morph into a smirk. “That good?” he asked teasingly.
    Mike swallowed hard but still couldn’t
speak. He nodded.
    “Don’t come,” Alexei said sternly.
    Mike whimpered again. Hearing that, as
always, didn’t help. Judging by the twinkle in Alexei’s eyes, he knew it,
too.
    “Erik,” Alexei said, almost
conversationally. “You should fuck Michael now.”
    Erik grunted, his hips kicking and seating
his cock to the hilt. Mike’s eyes drifted closed again and he sucked a deep
breath in through his nose.
    “Now, Erik.”
    Mike thought he was ready, but he still
cried out as Erik slowly withdrew, dragging that insanely wide and fucking
wonderful shaft over his prostate, the head bouncing off it for an added jolt.
    Mike shifted his feet to steady himself and
clung to Alexei as he drowned in the sensations storming him. He heard the rude
squelch of lube as Erik added more slick, felt it drip down his perineum and over
his balls, but none of it detracted from the amazing feeling of being so full as Erik thrust back in. The stretch was awesome. The drag of skin on skin. The
burn and ache of his