[PART SEVEN] - CLOSED
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He resists the urge to laugh hysterically, or clamp his legs shut, because Eduardo is leaning down and kissing his chest, distracting him, as far away his finger slips wet and hot against Sean's asshole.
"Oh god," Sean says again, because nothing can distract from that, from how weird that feels.
Weird, but like- Not bad. Not painful, just alien, just different, and then he stretches open for two, somehow, and Eduardo nudges his thighs further apart, Erin lying on her side next to them, lips brushing Sean's shoulder, watching intently.
"It feel okay?" Eduardo asks, and Sean is not gonna fucking answer him.
He just closes his eyes and then, completely involuntarily, chokes out a groan, because Eduardo has touched something inside him that feels like-
Fuck, it feels good. Like, his legs are tingling, and his nipples have gone hard, just like, reflexively, and he mumbles, "Fuck, fuck-"
"There we go," Eduardo says, satisfied, and Erin says, "Told you he'd be good."
Sean doesn't have the mental capacity to answer, because Eduardo is scissoring him open, careful, and there are three fucking separate warm slippery fingers inside him, and he thinks about how Erin's mouth opens wide when he fingers her, how she groans, and before he can stop it he is moaning too.
"Fucking Christ," Erin murmurs, into his shoulder, and she runs a palm over his stomach, up to his nipple, tugs with her forefinger and thumb. Sean's hips jerk up and she laughs in wonder.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," Eduardo says, and Sean nods, shamelessly, because okay, this is not exactly how he planned the evening, but he's not one to stop something that feels this fucking great.
That would run counter to his prevailing philosophy of self-interest.
So he nods, because fuck, he can take it, and Eduardo puts a lot more oil on the condom, eyelids fluttering, and -
Shit, it's a lot bigger than fingers, and it burns, it makes his eyes sting, but Erin is rubbing his belly comfortingly, kissing his cheek and his neck and below his ear, not taking her eyes off where Eduardo's cock is disappearing inside Sean, inch by inch.
"Oh my God," she says, voice amused and so turned-on, when Eduardo is all the way in, Sean's legs spread wide, the muscles in his thighs already starting to ache, heavy and deep.
"Yeah, he is tight," Eduardo says, and Sean doesn't know what to do, does he lie back like a dead fucking fish and let Eduardo fill him or does he move or does he-
He thinks about Erin, about what she does. She rides him, thrusting her hips down onto his dick, or when they're like this, when she's under him, she'll wrap her legs around his hips, bring him in deeper, gnaw at his chest and tighten all her muscles around him, wet and hot.
Eduardo is murmuring, "Fuck, you feel really good, Sean," and Sean can't handle that, being murmured at like he's a girl, a good fucking girl, and he chokes out a little groan, embarrassed, but his cock is twitching against his stomach, and as his cheeks flush hot Erin runs a finger up the length of it.
"He's gonna come soon," she says softly. "I can tell."
He clenches the muscles in his ass experimentally, and it's kind of like giving a handjob, like squeezing his fist to feel that hot weight in his palm, slippery and alive and solid, except it's in his whole body, thrumming, and when Eduardo groans, low and deep, he feels a shock of triumph.
Triumph, and like, satisfaction, the way he feels when he makes a girl feel good.
He likes making people feel good, likes watching them come and sweat and sigh and know it was his doing.
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