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Enjin liked women.
Gris knew that. Hell, everyone did. Big tits, sharp tongues, women who could chew him up and spit him out without breaking a nail. That was Enjin’s type, his vice, his history.
And yet, Enjin loved him.
A man.
No curves, no painted lips, none of the things Enjin had chased before. Gris had never doubted it, though. Enjin loved him in that bone-deep, reckless way only he could. He reached for Gris first thing in the morning, defended him like a fucking rabid dog, touched him like he’d never wanted anything else.
Which is why Gris noticed immediately when Enjin’s attention slipped. Not just slipped. It fucking snapped. Straight toward a woman across the room.
She wasn’t really anything special at first glance. Laugh a little too loud, dress a little too tight, the kind of girl Gris would usually overlook. But of course Enjin didn’t. His gaze stuck like a hook, following her through the crowd, drinking her in like he was starving.
Gris tipped his glass back, hiding his smirk against the rim. He’d seen Enjin hungry before, sure. It wasn’t the first time his eyes had wondered. But it hadn’t been like this in a long time. He was restless, and he could tell by way his eyes trailed after her even in the crowded, drunken mess of the HQ party.
Huh. Interesting.
Gris wasn’t the jealous type. If anything, the sight made something coil hot in his chest. Enjin liked women. Until suddenly, maybe, he didn’t. Or maybe he just liked this one so much it didn’t matter.
Either way, Gris decided, he wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass. He’d considered this possibility a few times now, and the way his boyfriend was currently eye-fucking her, made her the perfect candidate.
He nudged Enjin gently with his shoulder, voice pitched low. “You should talk to her.”
Enjin snapped his head around like Gris had just slapped him. “What?”
“Awh come on. Don’t play dumb with me.” Gris tipped his glass toward the woman. She was laughing at something one of the rookies said, the sound bright enough to cut through the hum of the party. “You’ve been staring holes in her all damn night.”
Enjin flushed, actually flushed, and muttered something that sounded like, “I wasn’t—”
“Enjin—”
“It wasn’t like that, Gris. Honest. You know I love you,” Enjin said quickly, putting his arm around him like he needed to anchor himself. His voice dropped, rushed and rough. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m sorry if it came off that way—”
“Enjin.” Gris cut him off, smirk curling sharper. “It’s really fucking hot.”
Enjin blinked at him like he’d just spoken a foreign language. “…Hot?” he repeated, voice rough.
Gris chuckled, swirling what was left of his drink before knocking it back. “Yeah. Hot. You think I don’t notice the way you look at her? You think I don’t know you?” He set the glass aside and turned to him, eyes gleaming. “You love me. That doesn’t mean you can’t want her too.”
Enjin’s arm tightened around his shoulders, protective and uncertain all at once. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.” Gris tilted his head, studying him, savoring the way Enjin’s bravado cracked into something raw. “Come on, babe. Don’t tell me you never thought about it. You’re not the only one who appreciates a woman once in awhile.”
Enjin swallowed hard. His gaze flicked back to the woman. She was still laughing, and still painfully oblivious. He bit his lip before he looked back to Gris. His jaw clenched, like he was fighting himself.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted finally, voice almost drowned by the music.
That earned him a sharp laugh. Gris leaned in close enough that his lips brushed the shell of Enjin’s ear. “You couldn’t, even if you tried.”
When Enjin pulled back, his golden eyes were wide, unsettled, but burning in a way Gris hadn’t seen in a long time.
Gris smirked, tilting his head toward the woman. “So go on. Bring me back a pretty girl to fuck with you, alright?”
Enjin lit up like a damn kid on Christmas, or maybe a better comparison would be Rudo when he saw sweets. The hesitation quickly burned away, replaced by that spark of reckless confidence that always lived under his skin. He pressed a kiss to Gris’s temple before rising to his feet. Gris followed without hesitation, because he wasn’t about to let his boyfriend have all the fun.
They moved through the crowd together, Enjin’s hand brushing Gris’s hip briefly before he veered toward the bar. He leaned against it, exchanged a few words with the bartender, and came back with two drinks sweating in his hands. Gris slid into the booth first, sprawling out with lazy authority, and Enjin dropped down beside him, placing one of the glasses in front of the woman.
“Figured you could use a refill,” Enjin said, voice smooth, grin easy.
She blinked, brows raising, then laughed and shook her head. “Wow. That’s a line if I’ve ever heard one.”
“Not a line,” Enjin countered, tilting the glass just enough that the condensation caught the light. “Just thought a girl who laughs like that shouldn’t have an empty hand.”
That earned him a real laugh, warmer this time. She took the drink, fingers brushing his in the exchange, and Gris felt heat curl low in his gut. Enjin was good at this when he let himself be. Too good.
She swirled the liquid idly before sipping. “So what, is this your thing. You just wander around bringing drinks to random women?”
“Only the ones worth it,” Enjin fired back without missing a beat. “And sweetheart, you’re definitely worth it.” His arm stretched along the back of the booth, close enough that his tattooed fingertips could have brushed her shoulder if he wanted them to.
She smirked, shaking her head. “God, you’re trouble.”
“You have no idea,” Enjin murmured, leaning in close. His breath ghosted her ear, and Gris saw the shiver roll through her.
He reached for her waist then, light at first, fingers grazing the fabric of her dress. She didn’t flinch. If anything, she shifted closer, shoulder brushing his chest as though inviting him to keep going. Gris’s cock twitched at the sight. Enjin hungry and absolutely unashamed, her smiling like she was starting to enjoy the idea of being hunted.
She took another sip of her drink, setting it down slow, her eyes glinting with amusement. “You’ve got a lot of confidence for someone I just met.”
Enjin smirked, leaning closer, his arm stretching behind her so his chest brushed hers when he spoke. “Confidence is easy when I know what I want.”
Her laugh was low, surprised, but it didn’t push him away. If anything, she shifted closer, her knee brushing against his under the table. “And what is it you want?”
Instead of answering, Enjin closed the gap and kissed her. Not shy, not hesitant—firm and claiming, his hand sliding down to cup her ass through the fabric of her dress. She made a startled sound against his mouth, half gasp, half laugh, but she didn’t stop him.
Gris felt his cock stir to life, heat biting through him at the sight. The noise of the party faded, leaving only the wet sound of the kiss and the sharp ache between his legs as he watched his boyfriend sink into her.
When Enjin finally pulled back, she was smiling, breathless. “God, you don’t waste time, do you?”
“Not when I see something worth having,” Enjin said, his thumb brushing over her lower lip before dragging back to her hip. His other hand gave her ass another slow squeeze, bold as ever.
Finally, she laughed softly, almost nervously, and said, “So… you wanna get out of here?”
Enjin’s grin cracked wide, boyish and hungry. “God, yes,” he breathed, and then he pulled it back, sheepish but steady. “But…not so fast. There’s a little more to it than that.”
Her brows furrowed. “More to it?”
Enjin leaned back in the booth, confidence steady now, and gestured toward Gris with his chin. “Full disclosure,” he said easily. “That’s my boyfriend. And well, he’s the reason I came over here in the first place.”
Her gaze snapped to Gris, eyes wide when she saw the sharp smirk waiting there. Gris tilted his head, raising his glass in lazy acknowledgment.
Enjin’s hand pressed firmer at her hip. “So if we’re leaving, it’s not just me you’re leaving with. It’s both of us.”
She laughed, sharp and incredulous. “You’re not serious.”
Enjin leaned in, golden eyes burning, and smirked like the devil himself. “Do I look like I’m joking?” His voice dropped low, filthy. “I suck him. You suck me. Then we both eat you until you can’t walk. And when I tell you his dick is huge, I’m not kidding.”
Her eyes went wide, mouth falling open in startled shock.
“Enjin,” Gris drawled finally, sliding a hand onto his boyfriend’s thigh. His voice was sharp enough to cut the air. “You don’t have to spell it out like a fucking caveman.”
Enjin’s grin only widened, but he leaned back obediently as Gris shifted his gaze to her, eyes gleaming with dark amusement.
“What he meant,” Gris said smoothly, trying to make up for his boyfriends crassness, “is that we know how to take care of someone. Both of us. The rest?” His smirk deepened as he leaned in closer, watching the heat spark in her eyes. “You’d just have to find out.”
Her lips parted. For a moment she sat caught between disbelief and fascination, pulse fluttering in her throat. She blinked between them before finally letting out a soft sigh. She reached forward, draining her drink in one before putting it back down.
“Fuck it,” she said, pushing her chair back. “Let’s get out of here before I change my mind.”
Gris’s smirk widened, satisfaction curling hot in his chest. He tipped back the last of his own drink before rising, unfolding from the booth with the kind of lazy grace that always masked sharp intent. Enjin was already moving, sliding out beside her with a grin that was too wide, too bright. It was boyish in a way Gris only ever saw when he got exactly what he wanted.
The three of them cut back through the crowded party, the music pounding, rookies hollering, bottles clinking. Nobody stopped them, though Gris noticed the stares. But something about the way Enjin’s hand never left the small of her back and Gris’s eyes cut like a blade kept the crowd parted just enough to let them through. It wasn’t exactly subtle, but subtlety had never been Enjin’s strong suit.
The HQ stairwell was quieter, shadows stretching across the concrete walls. Enjin tugged her up the steps with an energy that was more restless than careful, his voice low and teasing in her ear. She laughed, breathless already, clutching the railing when he got too handsy halfway up. Gris followed, hands shoved in his pockets, his smirk never fading as he watched the two of them spark off each other.
By the time they reached the dorm floors, the muffled thrum of music below had dulled to nothing but a faint echo. The halls were empty, lined with closed doors. Enjin fumbled his keys out of his pocket, too distracted kissing the side of her throat to actually use them. Gris rolled his eyes, plucking the ring from his hand and unlocking the door in one smooth motion.
“Pathetic,” Gris muttered, though there was no bite in it.
Enjin just laughed, grinning wickedly as he shoved her through the doorway, his mouth crashing against hers again. She squeaked, clutching at his shoulders as he pinned her back against the wall, kissing her like he meant to consume her whole.
Gris closed the door with a sharp click behind them, leaning against it for a moment to watch. Enjin’s hands were everywhere at once. Gripping her hips, sliding up her sides, tugging at the straps of her dress. She gasped when he palmed her breast, her laugh dissolving into another kiss that was more moan than anything else.
“Can’t even wait five minutes, huh?” Gris drawled as he pushed off the door, stripping his jacket and tossing it aside. His eyes gleamed as he circled behind Enjin, close enough that his chest brushed his boyfriend’s back. “Patience was never your forte.”
Enjin groaned into her mouth, the sound muffled by the heat of the kiss, and his hands got rougher—gripping, tugging, greedy in a way that made her gasp against him. He pulled back just long enough to grin, sharp and boyish all at once, before biting at her jaw.
“Why wait?” he said, voice ragged with hunger. “She came with us. She wants this.” His palm slid lower, bunching her dress at her hip, thumb brushing bare skin.
Gris smirked, stepping up behind him, his own body radiating heat. He slipped a hand around Enjin’s waist, fingers dragging low until they brushed the bulge in his jeans. Enjin jolted, groaning again, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as Gris cupped him shamelessly from behind.
“God, Gris—” Enjin rasped, hips rocking forward into her, then back into Gris’s palm.
The girl’s eyes widened at the sight, at the way Gris pressed against his boyfriend’s back like he owned him, like he was just as much part of this as she was. Her breath came faster, her hand hesitating before she slid it up Enjin’s chest, fingertips brushing the ink sprawled across his skin.
Enjin couldn’t help the giddy laugh that slipped out as Gris shoved his pants down just far enough to free him. His cock sprang heavy against his stomach, foreskin pulled taut over the flushed head. Gris wrapped his hand around him without hesitation, giving a few slow, deliberate strokes, his smirk curling as he watched her reaction.
Her eyes went wide, lips parting as she stared. “Fuck,” she breathed, gaze flicking from the length in Gris’s fist to Enjin’s golden eyes. “You said he was big… but you are too.”
Enjin chuckled, the sound breaking into a moan as Gris’s fist worked tighter around him. His hips twitched, cock throbbing in Gris’s grip, and with his free hand he reached over, shoving her dress up her thighs in one rough motion. His fingers hooked her panties aside with no patience, baring the slick heat waiting beneath.
Gris let out a low whistle, his hand tightening on Enjin’s cock as he leaned in to look. “Look at that, baby,” he murmured, voice rough and edged with hunger. “She’s already fucking soaked for you.”
Gris’s smirk sharpened as he shifted, still stroking Enjin’s cock with a firm, steady hand. With the other, he slid his fingers down between her thighs, brushing over the bare slickness Enjin had just exposed. She gasped, her hips jerking at the sudden touch, nails biting into Enjin’s arms for balance.
“Christ,” Gris muttered, dragging his fingers through her folds, deliberately slow. He lifted them just enough for Enjin to see the shine before pressing back down, circling her clit until she whined. “She’s dripping. You feel that, baby? She’s ready for us already.”
Enjin’s golden eyes burned, his jaw tight as he thrust helplessly into Gris’s fist, caught between watching and losing control. “Fuck, Gris. Don’t tease—”
But Gris only chuckled low in his throat, fingers sliding lower to press two inside her. She cried out, arching up, and Gris’s smirk deepened. “Tight too,” he rasped, curling them just right to make her gasp again. “She’ll squeeze you like a damn vice.”
Enjin groaned, his hand fisting the sheets beside her, body trembling with need. He leaned down, kissing her hard, swallowing her moans as Gris fucked her on his fingers and stroked him at the same time.
When he finally pulled back, breathless and messy, Enjin’s voice cracked. “Please, Gris. Let me.”
Gris’s smirk widened, his hand tightening one last time around Enjin’s cock before he let go. He withdrew his fingers from her with a slick drag, holding them up for a beat before shoving them into Enjin’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Enjin moaned around his fingers, quickly sucking them clean. “I ain’t tasted pussy in so long. Fuck, I didn’t realize I missed it. No offense.”
“Course not baby,” Gris said with a smile, quickly pulling him in for a kiss.
Enjin licked his lips the second they separated, and Gris pulled away his chest heaving. Enjin shifted down quickly, pushing her thighs apart, and guided his cock to her entrance. The flushed head dragged against her slick folds, catching for a beat before he finally pressed in.
She gasped, her breath hitching as the first stretch opened her up around him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails biting into inked skin, and Enjin groaned, golden eyes squeezing shut.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his voice ragged. “So wet for me—Christ, it’s been too long.” His hips rocked forward, and he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
Her moan tore through the air, back arching, while Gris’s smirk sharpened. He stayed close at her side, his hand resting on her belly to feel the push of Enjin’s cock inside her, the other stroking himself in long, steady pulls. “Look at that,” he murmured, voice low, hot. “Taking all of him like you were made for it.”
Her moan pitched higher, nails clawing at Enjin’s back as he drove into her again, rougher, deeper. Gris’s palm pressed firmer against her lower stomach, and he could feel the blunt drag of Enjin’s cock through her, thick and unrelenting.
“Too big,” she whined, her voice breaking, thighs trembling as she tried to take it.
Gris let out a low, breathless laugh, his smirk curling sharp as he stroked himself harder. “Trust me,” he said, tone dripping with heat, “I know.”
Enjin groaned at that, golden eyes flashing as his pace faltered for a beat. He leaned down, kissing her hard, sloppy, his teeth catching her lip. “You can take it,” he rasped against her mouth. “I know you can. Look at you, squeezing me like you never want me to stop.”
Her head tipped back, another broken moan tearing from her throat. Gris kissed the edge of her jaw, dragging his lips down to her ear, his voice a low, filthy murmur. “You think he’s big, sweetheart? Wait until I stretch you open next. You’ll feel both of us, and then you’ll really know what too much feels like.”
Her whole body shuddered, caught between their words and their hands. Gris’s thumb pressed hard against her clit, and she cried out, hips jerking up into Enjin’s relentless thrusts.
“Fuck,” Enjin groaned, his rhythm stuttering as he felt her tighten around him. He buried himself deep, forehead pressed to hers, his breath ragged. “She’s clenching so hard. Gris, she’s gonna make me lose it already.”
Gris’s smirk only widened, his own cock slick in his hand as he watched them unravel. “Awh come on. Not yet, baby,” he muttered, his tone edged with dark amusement. “I want a turn.”
Enjin groaned like he was in pain, golden eyes wild as he ground his hips deeper into her. He stayed buried for a beat, trembling, his cock throbbing inside her. She whimpered at the stretch, her legs wrapped tight around his waist like she couldn’t decide whether to hold him in or shove him away.
Gris leaned in, brushing Enjin’s damp, blonde hair back from his face before stealing a kiss. It was messy, desperate, Enjin moaning into him even as he twitched inside her. Gris pulled back with a sharp smirk, wiping his thumb over his boyfriend’s swollen bottom lip.
“C’mon,” Gris rasped, his voice rough as he slid his hand down to Enjin’s hip. “Pull out. It’s my turn now.”
Enjin cursed under his breath but obeyed, dragging his cock free slow, her slick clinging to him, foreskin rolling back over the flushed head. She gasped at the loss, her nails digging into the sheets as her body clenched around nothing.
Gris didn’t waste the opening. He shoved Enjin to the side just enough to make room, then pressed himself forward, the head of his cock nudging against her soaked entrance. He stroked her cheek with one hand, smirking down at her as he pushed in with a steady roll of his hips.
Her cry split the air, her back arching off the mattress. Gris groaned, burying himself inch by inch, her heat gripping him like a damn fist. “Fuck—” he hissed, his forehead dropping to hers. “She’s like velvet. No wonder you were losing it, Enjin.”
Enjin hovered close, watching with a feral hunger as Gris filled her. His hand smoothed down her thigh, stroking her skin before gripping it hard, his grin crooked and breathless. “Told you,” he said, voice rough. “She’s perfect.”
Gris bottomed out with a groan, bracing himself on his forearms above her. Her walls fluttered tight around him, and he held there for a moment just to savor the squeeze before pulling back and slamming forward. Her scream tore through the air, her legs trembling as she locked them around his waist.
Enjin pressed up against Gris’s back, kissing along his shoulder, his cock grinding against him as he groaned. “Fuck, Gris. Watching you…God, I want another turn.”
Gris’s mouth twisted into a smirk against her jaw. He kissed her once, slow and filthy, before glancing back at Enjin. “Impatient as always. Well then, let’s share.”
Enjin’s grin was feral, his golden eyes glinting. He reached for her, brushing her damp hair back from her face. “Up here, sweetheart,” he coaxed, tugging her arm. “C’mon, climb on top of him for me.”
She blinked up at Gris, flushed and overwhelmed, but he stroked her cheek and kissed her nose, his voice steady. “Do it. Sit on me. Let him get you ready.”
Gris rolled to his back, slipping free just long enough for her to straddle him. He stroked himself once, thick and wet, before guiding her down onto his cock again. She gasped as he filled her, thighs shaking as she sank onto him, and Gris groaned, his head falling back into the pillows. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it. Ride me.”
Enjin knelt behind her, his hands spreading over her ass, watching her sink onto Gris with a hungry grin. “God, she looks unreal like this,” he muttered, spitting into his hand before slicking himself up. He slid his fingers between her cheeks, circling the tighter rim.
She tensed immediately, her nails dragging down Gris’s chest. “W-wait—”
Gris caught her hips, holding her steady, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into her skin. “Easy. Don’t tense up.” He kissed her collarbone, grounding her with his voice. “You’ve got me under you. Just relax and let him work you open.”
Enjin pushed a finger in, slow and careful. She gasped, clutching at Gris’s shoulders, her whole body jerking. Gris reached down, rubbing her clit to try and ease the stretch. “Breathe, sweetheart. That’s it. Just breathe.”
A second finger slid in beside the first, scissoring her open until the tension in her body began to give. Her head tipped back, a shaky moan spilling out as her hips rocked down against Gris’s cock for balance. Gris groaned, the sight of her riding him while Enjin worked her open almost too much to take.
Fuck, this was better than anything he’d ever pictured in the quiet corners of his mind. Better than the late-night fantasies he’d never dared to voice. They should’ve done this sooner. Months ago, years ago.
Enjin leaned over her, his lips brushing her shoulder as his fingers twisted deeper. “Think you’re ready, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice low, steady in a way that belied the hunger flickering in his eyes. He kissed her softly, tender for half a second, then lifted his gaze to Gris.
The look they shared hit Gris like a punch to the chest. Enjin’s golden eyes burned as they locked on his—so much lust it was nearly unbearable, but threaded with something else, something bone-deep and grounding. The kind of love that made Gris’s stomach flip, that made his grip on her hips falter for a heartbeat.
Gris swallowed hard, forcing his voice through the tightness in his throat. “She’s ready,” he rasped, his cock twitching inside her. “God, Enjin. Please do it.”
Enjin pulled his fingers free, slow, slick, the sound obscene in the quiet between their ragged breaths. He spit into his hand, stroking himself once, the head flushed and wet as he lined up behind her. His hands framed her hips, steadying her even as they trembled with restraint.
The first press had her jerking, a startled cry tearing from her throat as the thick head nudged at her rim. Gris pulled her down to him instantly, kissing her hard, swallowing her sound, his thumb stroking circles over her clit to keep her grounded.
“Shh,” he murmured against her mouth, his voice rough but soothing. “I’ve got you. Just breathe. Push back into me. That’s right, let him in slow.”
Enjin groaned as he sank an inch, his forehead pressing to the curve of her back. “Fuck, she’s tight. ” His voice cracked, guttural as he pushed another inch. “Holy shit, Gris, I can feel you. I can feel your damn cock through her.”
Gris gasped at the words, his own cock throbbing inside her at the overwhelming squeeze. He stroked her cheek, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were wide, glassy, panic threaded with desperate want. “Eyes on me,” he ordered, low and steady. “You’re okay. Don’t run from it. You’re perfect.”
Gris kissed her again, swallowing the broken whimper she gave as Enjin pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his hips finally pressed flush against her ass.
They didn’t move at first, the air heavy with ragged breath and the creak of the bed under their weight. Gris stroked her hair back, his forehead pressed to hers, murmuring against her lips. “You’ve got us both. Look at you, taking it all.”
Enjin gritted his teeth, groaning into her shoulder as he started to roll his hips, shallow at first. The movement shoved her tighter around Gris, and Gris gasped, his hands digging into her waist. “Fuck—” His thrusts answered in kind, each snap of his hips driving her harder back onto Enjin.
The rhythm built messy, then steady, the three of them moving as one. Every push from Enjin shoved Gris deeper into her, every upward snap of Gris’s hips forced her tighter around Enjin. She sobbed, her nails dragging red down Gris’s chest, her voice wrecked and pleading as they worked her open.
“Goddamn,” Enjin groaned, golden eyes flashing as sweat dripped down his temple. “She’s—fuck—she’s milking us.” His hands clenched hard on her hips, holding her steady as he fucked her back onto Gris’s cock.
Gris tilted his head back, eyes squeezed shut, his body straining under her. “She’s gonna make me lose it,” he gasped, voice cracking, every thrust raw and desperate. “Christ, can’t hold it.”
He slammed up into her one last time, burying himself deep as his orgasm tore through him. His groan was guttural, broken, his body shuddering beneath hers as he spilled inside. She cried out at the heat flooding her, clenching down even harder.
Gris let her ride him through it, his forehead pressed to her collarbone, his voice ragged. “Fucccck, took it all. Good girl.”
Gris pulled out with a low groan, his cock softening as he slipped free of her. He eased out from under her, guiding her gently until she was braced on her hands and knees, her ass still tilted high where Enjin’s hands gripped her hips.
Gris’s gaze lingered on the mess dripping from her, his chest heaving, when Enjin gave one last shallow thrust and then withdrew with a wet drag, his cock gleaming in the low light.
“Always leaving a damn mess, Gris,” Enjin muttered with a crooked grin, sliding down between her thighs before either of them could catch their breath. He shoved her knees wider, gripping her hard as his mouth sealed over her. His tongue plunged straight into the slick heat where Gris had spilled, licking and sucking greedily. “Can’t ever finish neat, can you?”
She screamed at the sudden wet heat, her back arching as Enjin devoured her, sucking and lapping greedily, tongue working her clit before plunging back down to lap up every drop that leaked out of her.
Gris let out a rough, breathless laugh, still trembling from his orgasm. “Shut the fuck up,” he rasped, grabbing Enjin by the hair and yanking him up. Their mouths crashed together, wet and messy, Gris tasting himself on Enjin’s lips. The kiss was quick, punishing, before Gris shoved him back down where he belonged.
“Go on then Cleaner. Clean her up.”
Enjin didn’t hesitate, he spread her thighs wider and buried his face between them. His tongue slid through the mess without pause, licking her open and plunging deep. She screamed at the sudden heat, her body arching, arms giving out so she collapsed against the sheets, hips rolling helplessly into his mouth.
Gris shifted lower on the bed, catching Enjin’s cock in his hand. It was thick, hard, already leaking, and Gris groaned as he stroked him once before leaning in to swallow him down. He took him deep on the first pull, lips sealing around the head before sliding further, his tongue pressing flat against the underside.
Enjin groaned into her cunt, the vibration making her whole body jolt. His hips bucked forward into Gris’s mouth, and still his tongue never stopped, flicking hard over her clit before sinking back down to lap up the spill that leaked from her.
She was trembling uncontrollably now, her nails dragging at the sheets, cries spilling raw from her throat. “I—I can’t—” she gasped, but Enjin only pinned her hips tighter, his mouth messy and relentless.
Gris worked him hard, sucking him down to the base, his throat tight around him, hand twisting at the root. Every moan, every hum from Gris’s chest vibrated along Enjin’s cock, and it drove him wild. He growled against her, rutting into Gris’s mouth while his tongue punished her clit.
“Fucking hell,” Enjin gasped against her, his words half-broken as he shuddered between them. “She’s—fuck—she’s about to—”
That was all it took. She shattered with a scream, her body seizing as her climax ripped through her. Her thighs clamped around Enjin’s head, but he only groaned and pressed deeper, sucking harder, dragging her through every wave until she was thrashing against the mattress.
At the same time, Enjin’s cock twitched hard, spilling down Gris’s throat in hot pulses. Gris swallowed greedily, his hands braced tight on Enjin’s hips to keep him buried, his moans low and guttural as he drank him down.
The three of them unraveled together. Her sobbing through the aftershocks, Enjin groaning into her, Gris pulling off with his lips red and swollen, his chin slick with spit.
Enjin collapsed forward against her thighs, panting, his mouth still smeared with her release. “Christ,” he muttered, voice hoarse, “that was… fuck.”
Gris dragged him up by the jaw, kissing him again, deep and filthy, the taste of her and him shared between their tongues.
Gris didn’t let him pull away, not at first. The kiss was messy, all teeth and spit, the kind of kiss that tasted like everything they’d just done. When he finally broke it, he rested his forehead against Enjin’s, both of them panting, sweat cooling on their skin.
She whimpered softly under them, still trembling, her body slack with exhaustion. Gris shifted, guiding her down onto the pillows, tucking her into the curve of his chest. She melted there instantly, her lashes fluttering shut, too worn out to do anything but breathe.
Enjin flopped down on the other side of her, one tatted arm draping over her stomach, his golden eyes still blown wide but softer now. He smirked faintly, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder before letting his head drop against the pillow. “Christ,” he said again, this time quieter, like he couldn’t quite believe it.
Gris glanced over at him, catching the way the wild edge in his grin had dulled into something calmer. He reached out, threading his fingers briefly through Enjin’s hair before tugging him close enough to press another quick, sloppy kiss to his temple. “Shut up and sleep,” he muttered, though there was no bite to it.
Enjin snorted, but he didn’t argue. His hand tightened briefly on her hip, his breathing already beginning to even out.
Gris exhaled slow, his arm wrapped firm around her as her body went limp against his. Enjin’s warmth pressed in on the other side, heavy and grounding. For the first time all night, there was no urgency, no hunger, just the weight of their bodies tangled together.