𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔

Milo

    "After I was hit with the bat, I woke up in the hospital. My mom told me he was gone. It was hard to believe that he was finally gone after so long. After that I was distant with my mother for a while because she believed a man she just met over her son that she raised." I let out a sigh as I finally made eye contact with them, they looked shocked, distressed, and concerned all at the same time. They looked like they were about to comfort me with words, but I spoke just before they could.

"It's fine, he's still in jail for attempted murder. Plus I'll never see him again since I also have a restraining order against him."

"So there was a chance that you could've died before we could have seen you again?" Damien muttered in disbelief.

I bit down on my lip anxiously, "Yea."

"Odio que nos hayamos separado, no puedo creer que pude haberte perdido... permanentemente." Caleb mumbled, I had no clue what he said. Only thing I understood was permanently. But I couldn't guess what he said by one word alone.
(I hate that we were separated, I can't believe I could have lost you... permanently)

I felt myself being pulled into Damien's lap, his arms wrap around me as his face burries into my shoulder.
Caleb held my hands, gently kissing them.

I realized that they were being a bit more affectionate than usual. But I don't say anything, and let them continue kissing me.

"We're so sorry that happened to you hun." Caleb pulled my hand away from his mouth.

"You don't have to apologize. It isn't your fault."

"Still, knowing that you could've been killed without either of us there to help you. And how you felt when were separated. I thought I felt down in the dumps, but you..." Damien kissed the nape of my neck, not continuing his sentence. His kiss lingering a while before he pulls away. Caleb's lips press against mine, before I am able to think I felt Damien's lips kissing my neck. Both felt desperate. But not in a sexual way, something more deeper than lust.

"I love you." They both muttered at the same time, catching me off guard. My heart hammers against my chest, and I felt butterflies in my stomach again.
Before I could respond lips locked with my mouths and neck. Caleb deepened our kiss, and I tossed my arms around his neck.

I pull away, "... I... want to continue." I say bashfully. They nod before pressing their lips onto me once again. Damien lips attack my neck, Caleb doing the same to my lips, but it doesn't feel as if they're kissing with lust. The aggression isn't there, but the desperation is. It feels differently than when we have usually sex, but everything they're doing is the same.

Their hands roam over my body, eventually taking off my shirt. Caleb's mouth moves down to my neck. Joining Damien making hickeys on my neck and shoulders.

It's like they're using telepathy, because both of their hands slither in my shorts. Damien hands slithers to my rear massaging my rear, and Caleb's travels to my cock, stroking me.

I let out a quiet moan from the feeling, both of their lips still marking my neck. My face buries into Caleb's shoulder, moans and heavy huffs filling the room. Since am the only one making noises between the three of us I feel flustered and embarrassed.

"Does our boy feel good?" Damien's head rests on my shoulder, staring at me with a smirk pulling his lips.

Caleb lets out a throaty chuckle, "I think our boy feels good, don't you?"

"I—I—" A moan escapes me, my eyes squeeze shut as I feel them rub me harder. "F—Fuck, oh fu—"

Damien grabs me by the throat and pulls me back, unburying my face from Caleb's, slightly choking me, "Use your words." He darkly demands against my neck.