𝐍𝐉 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

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lane tried to stifle his breathy gasp but suddenly zander appeared in his view.

"stop trying to be quiet"

"s-sorry"

his underwear were suddenly pulled down and he instinctively moved to cover himself.

cameron sat back and zander glanced down.

"move your hands"

lane hesitated. he wasn't used to having two men's eyes on him, plus he was more sober than he'd ever been during a hookup.

"i-"

"do you want help?"

cameron blushed impossibly more, his face getting hot. he felt himself nod but it didn't feel like a conscious action.

zander gathered his hands and pushed them above his head, smirking at how red lanes face was.

cameron made a noise that made lane look down.

the blonde was sitting on his heels between cameron's spread legs, staring at his dick.

"don't stare-"

cameron smiled and zander laughed because as much as lane was trying to be bold, his flush and his raging hard on betrayed how much he loved this.

"you're very cute"

lane pulled his hands a little and zander's grip tightened.

"lane. i won't tell you again, stop moving."

lane settled slightly, or as much as one could settle when two ridiculously hot men were staring at your naked body.

"can i"

cameron asked permission again and zander nodded his head

suddenly there was a warm hand stroking him. lane bucked his hips a little.

it was just a handjob but lane had never felt like this, like he was going to cum after only a few minutes.

"if you keep go-ing- gonna-"

cameron smiled and sped up but then slowed down when lane's moans became more like panicked gasps.

"d-don't wanna come yet-"

zander released his hands and stepped away unexpectedly making a spike of panic shoot through lane.

did he do something wrong?

"shh, relax lane"

the hands on his cock disappeared and lane huffed out a breath, he kept his hands above his head.

"lane, here's how this is gonna go.... cameron here, has a really amazing ass, and he wants to be fucked so desperately, doesn't he?"

cameron nodded enthusiastically from between lane's legs.

"so naturally, i need you to open him up for me."

lane had to wonder how these two men knew him so well already. did he have "i eat ass" on his forehead or something? or was he just that easy to read?

"do you think you could do that for me baby?"

"fuck- y-yeah-"

zander gently tapped cameron's ass and within a second he was straddled over lane's face.

he sat himself down like he owned lane- and fuck if lane didn't feel like he was owned. he tentatively stuck out his tongue and was pleased to find that cameron tasted like strawberries and a hint of soap.