Convalescence (MxM)

Abandon Your Composure (6)

•Spicy Content + TW•

My whole body was on fire, their hands scorched my skin everywhere they made contact. With Deimos alone, I was already left feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations. Add Ammon into the mix and I simply couldn't cope. I felt entirely drunk on their mingling scents, their pheromones literally intoxicating me as I struggled to form coherent thoughts.

I was already on a high after killing Callin, having planned to celebrate with Deimos. But then Bird saw Ammon through the window. I never expected something like this to happen to me and I'm still struggling to decide how much of pain this will be. It seems that my karma really enjoys putting me through the wringer.

Not as much as these two seem to be enjoying it though. I couldn't tell what they enjoyed more, competing with each other or lusting after me. Either way, my brain had gone completely numb from the pleasure of it soon after they moved me to the bed.

Deimos was kissing all over my body, leaving bruises and hickeys in his wake, my neck and chest completely covered. Ammon was busy pinning my legs open, his fingers thrusting in and out of me, pulverizing that sensitive spot inside of me. Deimos took my reactions as a challenge, wrapping his warm fingers around my length and stoking my dripping tip.

I couldn't handle the pleasure, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as tingles shot throughout my body. The way Ammon worked his fingers skillfully, and Deimos's tight grip around me, it was all too much.

The icing on the cake was when Ammon pulled his fingers out, shoving them down my throat. Deimos grabbed Ammon's wrist, looking at him pointedly before pulling his fingers from my mouth. I wanted them to stop. I didn't want them to stop. My mind and body pulled me in two different directions, I can't handle this.

"I think he's stretched open enough, don't you?" Ammon's voice was thick when he sent a glare to Deimos, impatience crawling up his spine as his dick continued leaking pre-cum. Deimos was no better, also naked as he and Ammon fought over who would get to go first.

I didn't have the sense to object, my body practically begging for release. I had completely given up trying to maintain my composure, surrendering to Ammon the same way Deimos had.

"Please, someone just fuck me." I don't know how the words spilled past my lips, but it stopped both of them in their tracks. Ammon's smile was fear inducing, tinging in my stomach. Deimos flared his nose, his eyes molten while looking over my body as the pair stood from the bed.

They practically threw me around, changing my position so I was laying horizontally across the bed, Deimos leaning down to kiss me from one side and Ammon kissing my thighs from the other. My whole body was slick with sweat, my heart pounding in my chest as Ammon lined himself up with my aching entrance before slowly pushing himself inside. My hands flew to stop him but Deimos grabbed them, restraining me as tears formed in my eyes. There was a hesitation to Deimos's grip. I guess he'd rather me fight with him than risk giving Ammon any excuse to hurt me more than they already were.

I don't want this. But don't I? This is the only form of pleasure I've really ever known. The kind that was forced on me.

Deimos stared on, the weight of his gaze increasing from the intensity of his focus, his grip around my wrists loose. Ammon could feel Deimos's hesitation, looking up at his twisted face. Ammon laughed as he said,

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle with him."

As he continued to force himself inside, I could feel each vein penetrating within me, pulsing in his arousal as he groaned out from the pleasure he felt. Deimos kept his eyes locked, his grip tightening as he kept watching how my ass clenched around Ammon, my legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him in closer despite myself.