Page 78 of Stealing the Merman

“This is going to be a hard fuck,” Conall said. “Just the way you like it.”

Darin whined in answer, the flush that heated his cheeks spreading onto his chest and up into his hairline. Conall grabbed a fistful of Finn’s hair and claimed his mouth, feeling and tasting his silkiness as he gave Darin a first shove. Darin moaned, and Conall pictured the boy’s skin sliding over his shaft as he rode him. Conall had never let anyone inside him, and he had to be tight. How quickly would his grip on Darin make the boy come? He let go of Finn and ground into Darin. Not the right angle, though the boy was making impassioned sounds.

Conall adjusted his position, and the next thrust onto Darin’s cock smacked the tip into his prostate. A shuddering groan tumbled from Conall’s lips at the prod to his sensitive love nut. Raw and exposed to Darin’s smooth glans, Conall’s core seized in ecstasy. Fuck, he hadn’t thought a cockhead to his prostate would feelthatgood. He rutted, rubbing his gland over Darin. Loud, rough groans flew from his mouth as he fucked himself on his boy, who was spilling equally passionate sounds.

Finn’s deft fingers found one of Conall’s nipples, then a hand landed on his ass and kneaded him.

“Fuck!” Conall shouted as lust swirled in his loins.

He felt helpless and safe at once, secure in the arms of his boys but at their mercy. He should’ve been in control, looming over Darin’s slender form, fucking him. But his body was keen, and it took over.

Finn twisted his nipple and dug his fingers into his ass rhythmically, making Conall pump in time with every delicious pull and squeeze. His balls were heavy and full, yet climbing fast. His cock throbbed as he rode Darin, and he grunted obscenely as he swiped and pounded his prostate on that delectable rod.

Precum oozed from his glans and leaked onto Darin’s abdomen. He smeared it with his tip, the rubbing sensation making his insides rejoice as much as the fact that he was dirtying up his boy with his pre-ejaculate.

The urge to come sparked. It began in the place where Darin’s cockhead slammed into his prostate over and over again. From there, it shot into his balls, his cock. It rayed into his entire groin, causing it to strain in arousal. Urgency hiked, as did his balls. His insides clutched Darin, who moaned as Conall dragged his constricting hole over him.

“S-Sir,” Darin whimpered, eyelids fluttering.

“You’re going to come, little slut?”

The boy’s face scrunched in pleasure. “D-Don’t want to come before you…”

“Because your cock’s in me?” Conall panted. “No. That’s not how… how it works.” He groaned. “You boys always come first.” Their climaxes were the most important thing, his pleasure was secondary. He ground into Darin, wanting him to feel everything. “Come for me.”

Orgasmic bliss visibly slammed into Darin, contorting his features. Eyes wide, mouth open, he gasped as Conall snapped his hips once more. Conall’s hand flew to his cock, violently jerking his pulsing flesh when hard spurts of hot cum doused his hole. Finn gave his nipple another flick, and Conall thumbed his angry red cockhead. It was too much. His prostate palpitated against the glans stroking him, and rapturous contractions crashed into him as Darin fell apart, moaning and writhing in the clutches of pure lust. Conall’s cock jolted in his hand, wild and uncontrolled, and then he hurled long streaks of cum up Darin’s body. They slapped his chin, splattered against his chest and painted his nipples white. Orgasm pulled the words from Conall that he was too afraid to speak. “I love you. I love you both so much.” Every muscle trembled. He hauled in Finn, kissing him hard and fast, and then leaned down for Darin, capturing his lips in tender affection as the last of Conall’s seed spilled onto him.

Dutifully, he licked his cum off Darin’s face and chest, paying special attention to the soft pads of his nipples. Darin gave a weak sound. Conall stroked his copper locks and claimed his mouth, sharing his taste with his precious boy, who hummed happily. Boneless, he rolled off Darin. As if he’d waited for that moment, Finn climbed on top of him.

“What’s that?” Conall asked, tired and sated, his eyes on half-mast. His answer was Finn’s weight settling on his torso and his hard cock poking into his inner thigh. “Hungry for more, are you?” If Finn wanted more, he’d get more.

Conall glanced at Darin, who had snuggled into his side and looked like he was about to fall asleep. Conall didn’t know if he could get erect so quickly after sex, but leaving Finn hanging wasn’t an option. He couldn’t do that. So he did what instinct told him and let his knees fall to the sides, making it clear Finn could take what he wanted.

Finn raised an eyebrow, perhaps surprised Conall wouldn’t only ride Darin but also let Finn penetrate him. “Are you sure?”

“Slide home, little merman,” Conall said. “Don’t make the mistake to think that because Darin’s worn me out, I can’t fuck you from the bottom.”

He spread wider, and Finn guided his cock to Conall’s ring of muscle. A nudge of Finn’s slick cockhead was enough to wake Conall’s dick. It twitched where it rested against his stomach, stiffened and rose. Darin had loosened his anal muscle, and it yielded to Finn’s probing, letting him penetrate his rim. Conall’s hole clenched around the intrusion, and the tightening of his insides made the intensity of the stretch acute.

Finn inserted his erection deeper and deeper, pleasuring Conall along the way, until he’d settled all the way inside him. Conall wrapped his legs around Finn’s hips, crossing his ankles to clasp his ass. No escape for his gorgeous merman. Blood flooded Conall’s dick, engorging him until he was throbbing. Finn was the perfect aphrodisiac.

Conall placed a kiss on the top of Darin’s head. The boy had nestled to his side, half asleep. Then Conall surged, taking Finn’s mouth with gentle bites and long licks. His arms circled Finn’s torso, pulling him down. Finn might be on top, but that didn’t mean he was in control. Conall knew what would drive him mad with pleasure. With Finn in his firm embrace, Conall rocked his hips and fucked himself on the rod on offer.

Finn sucked in air, perhaps surprised by Conall’s bold, demanding approach. But what else had he expected? Conall wasn’t the type to lie on his back and take it. He was there to give, give, give. And he was about to grant Finn a different kind of fuck. Finn’s head fell to the side, and he moaned into Conall’s ear, helpless and insistent as he claimed his length.

The hard pumps had Finn quaking in Conall’s arms. As always, it didn’t take long for Finn to be mad with urgency. Conall changed the angle, and on the next thrust, he pushed his prostate dead center onto Finn’s cockhead. He groaned, the stimulation raw and intimate.

“Fuck,” Conall muttered. “I love taking your cock.”

Finn keened, his hot breath in Conall’s ear spurring him on. Conall worked himself into a sweat smacking his core into Finn’s sensitive glans with every shove. His hard cock lay trapped between them, rubbing against their stomachs as he moved. The friction drove Conall out of his mind. He did nothing to suppress the debauched grunts every thump drew from him, knowing they’d arouse Finn to no end. He sounded like a whore. They both did.

Every snap of his hips brought them closer to climax. Finn’s ass clenched under the heels of Conall’s feet, a sign that he was fighting his impending orgasm, unwilling to let go yet. That didn’t mean Conall couldn’t wrench it from his perfect little body.

His arms and legs clamped down on Finn, holding him in a vice grip. He slammed Finn into his depths, once, twice. Finn detonated, crying out as he erupted deep in Conall’s hole, gushing his hot release. He was writhing, wanted to thrash, but Conall gripped him tight, forcing his energy inward and making him come that much harder. The sensation of being flooded with seed was divine, and it would’ve been enough to push Conall over the edge, but he held on when Finn whimpered, “D-Don’t come yet.” He panted, struggling to catch his breath. When he’d recovered, he gave Conall a smirk. “It’d be such a waste if you spilled on our stomachs since there’s a place we’d both rather have you come.”

As Finn’s climax ebbed off, Conall extracted himself from underneath him and manhandled him into a kneeling position. The rough treatment pulled another twitch and a trickle of cum from Finn’s cock. Conall smiled, imagining the glorious aftershocks that haunted Finn.

Conall rose to his feet, overshadowing Finn’s kneeling body. Finn’s aquamarine eyes were wide and shone with eager devotion. He opened his mouth and presented his pink tongue. Wet and glossy, it was enticing beyond words. Conall curled a hand around his cock and slapped the head across Finn’s outstretched tongue. Fuck, that felt good, all wet and slippery and hot. He repeated the motion, gazing into those beautiful, deep eyes that held nothing but warmth and love and desire.Use me, they said. And Conall did.

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