When a hard cock nudges against his lips, demanding entrance, he opens, greedily swallowing as much of Jeff's cock as he can. Dimly, he can hear Jeff's growls of encouragement, each sound rumbling through him, but he can't make out the words. They're not important. All that matters is Jeff cradling his head to hold him in place as he starts pushing forward, timing each thrust in counter-measure with Harry. He's trapped, held in place by the controlling hands on his hips. He moans again, this one humming along Jeff's length, and Jeff twists his hips, slams forward, choking him. Harry's cock fills him again and again, and he welcomes it, already ravenous for more. He can't breathe, his heart is racing, his entire body is soaked in sweat, and all he can smell is Jeff and Harry; all he knows is the two of them owning him, using him for their own pleasure. Everything he has is theirs, and they know it.
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