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“Look at me while he’s fucking you,” V snarled against your ear, pulling your head back by your hair to force your gaze to his face. With your back pressed against his chest, your arms pinned firmly behind you, his other hand clasped around your wrists.
Meanwhile, Copia had his cock fully buried in the wet heat of your cunt, furiously fucking into you while muttering a slew of curses in his mother tongue. He was on his knees on the foot of the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist as you leaned against his twin, still growling in your ear. Copia seemed mesmerized by the sight, the way his length sunk into you at full force, one hand digging into the meat of your thighs while the other roughly kneaded your breast.
You were no stranger to fucking either of them, but of course that had always been separately. Sure you'd fantasized in the past about taking them both at the same time, playing with the idea about who you thought would be most willing to take you up on your dare. But you never thought that would actually happen. Yet when you'd broached the subject in a moment of whiskey-laden boldness, despite some initial hesitancy on the matter of logistics, you'd discovered they were both… strangely comfortable with the idea.
“Look at me,” Copia groaned, reaching for your chin to angle your face back in his direction. The desperation in his eyes was palpable as his fingers trembled against your sweat-dampened skin. Cursing once more knowing he wouldn't last long at this pace, he pulled out, leaving you so painfully empty. Though it wouldn't be for long as you knew V would quickly step in.
Suddenly, you were flipped onto your stomach, hands pulling your hips upward as fingers dragged along your entrance, already sopping wet with arousal.
“What a beautiful mess you have made.”
Whether that comment was directed at Copia or you, you weren't sure but you shuddered as you felt V’s cock slide against your folds, stopping to press against your clit only for a moment before pulling back. You whined, arching your back in desperate hopes of contact, but a sudden harsh slap to your ass made you jump.
“Wicked little thing,” V growled, leaning over you and grabbing a fistful of your hair.
You could have sworn you heard Copia let out a hiss of displeasure but he kneeled in front of you at the side of the bed, pulling your arms forward and pinning your hands to the mattress. When his eyes met yours, they were wide but not uncertain or questioning in any way. He knew you wanted this and he would take on hell itself for you to get what you wanted.
“You think you're ready for me?” V asked, diabolically prodding with his cock once more.
Nodding, you tried to keep your gaze fixed on Copia, but as V sank into you all at once, your eyes rolled back as a guttural, hoarse cry left your lips. The pace set was relentless, but not as rough as you were prepared for, and Copia’s fingers threaded with yours against the bedsheets. Slowly, V’s hand trailed from your hip to your shoulder, using the grip to thrust into you with more intensity, his cock slamming against your sweet spot. Heat spread under your skin as your pleasure rapidly began to build, your muscles contracting around him as your thighs quivered.
“Not yet, angel,” V murmured, sliding out of you with a groan. Copia’s fingers stroked yours tenderly as he leaned in, kissing your forehead through your sweat-dampened hair.
“This is what you want, yes?” he asked quietly, eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress. You nodded encouragingly, still breathless and unable to form a coherent sentence, but you were able to smile weakly. V, being on the same wavelength as his twin, ran his hand through your hair, brushing loose strands away from your face.
“How’s our girl?”
Our girl. That’s who you were, who you wanted to be. Shared between two equally devoted men that cared more about your pleasure than their own but above all wanted your fantasies made real, with no question to your safety.
V slid this hand under your chin, angling your face towards him. There was a softness in his eyes as he smirked but with the clear hint of devilish intent lingering behind them. It was enough to make you come undone then and there.
“Ready for more, angel?”
Again you nodded in agreement, your gaze shifting between them.
“On your back,” he ordered, stroking his hand idly along his glistening length, still soaked with your arousal. Copia stepped back as V placed himself beside you, standing next to your place on the bed with his cock at eye-level with your face. Placing your legs over his shoulders, Copia began kissing a wet trail along your inner thigh, slowly making his way towards your sex with hungry moans escaping him freely.
Stroking your face, V brought his cock to your lips, already weeping with his own desperation. You took him into your mouth voraciously, your tongue swirling around his tip as your cheeks hollowed. V’s head tipped back as he groaned, his hand cradling the back of your head as he thrust into your mouth, your lips already reddening from the friction. Copia’s mouth finally made contact with your swollen clit, lapping wildly as he worked, your hips bucking against his mouth. You were already close before, but the devilish work of Copia’s tongue was quickly building you up even more as your rhythm on V’s cock began to falter.
“Stop,” V ordered his brother. “Stop.”
With a whimpering moan, Copia pulled away from you, placing a gentle kiss against your entrance as you did. You began to squirm, desperate for their touch, desperate for release, utterly useless at thinking of anything else.
“This is for you, angel,” V smirked, once again running his hand over his beautifully throbbing cock. “Tell us how you want us to make you cum. Show me how you want this.”
Shifting to your knees, you looked over to Copia, beckoning him towards you by patting the bed.
“Lie down,” you uttered in a ragged voice. Dutifully, he did as you asked, looking over at you expectantly. His cock bobbed against his soft stomach, the tip so red it must be aching by now. Swinging one leg over, you lowered yourself onto his face, lining your sex to his mouth. Immediately his hands flew to your hips, dragging you down to grind against his lips, the vibrations from this moans against your clit sending jolts of pleasure to your core.
“Come here,” you breathed, ushering V to stand in front of you. Your lips enclosed once more around his cock, this time with such intensity his tip collided with the back of your throat. V let out a groan, much more urgent and strained out as your hands kneaded his muscular thighs.
As you rode his face, Copia’s delicious noises emboldening you further, you reached behind down to grasp his hand, guiding it downward until he reached his cock, grasping it firmly and pumping wildly.
Every inch of your skin was alight with pleasure and your mind was clear of any thought besides what was happening to you, what was being done to you. Glancing up, you locked eyes with V, his mouth hanging open as your mouth bobbed against his cock, sucking and twirling your tongue expertly around him. He was already twitching against your lips, his legs beginning to quiver as you picked up the pace.
“Don’t cum,” you ordered, pulling away with a gasping breath. “Either of you. Not yet.”
V let out a slew of curses as you went back to work, sucking him into your wanting mouth while Copia groaned underneath you, immediately releasing his grasp on his cock and returning his hand to massage the curve of your ass.
You were so close now, knowing you were hitting your peak rapidly, the deep ache in your stomach coiling impossibly tight. You pace quickened against Copia’s mouth, hearing his muffled whimpers against your cunt as he feverishly fucked his tongue against you. Your own cries were escaping now as you tried to focus your breathing through your nose but your movements were becoming more frenzied, losing control over how quickly you sucked V’s cock into your mouth.
Knowing his own limit and desperate to obey your command, V stepped back, swearing loudly as he knelt beside you, his mouth colliding with yours in a ferocious kiss. That was all it took to push you over the edge as you bore your weight against Copia’s mouth as V’s tongue snaked past your lips. Furiously, your orgasm crashed into you with a force you’d never before felt, crying out like a feral beast as tears streamed down your cheeks while V snarled against your mouth. Copia continued to suck at your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore, resorting to sliding limply to the side of the bed while two sets of hands carefully guided you down.
Mewling and whimpering, your limbs felt impossibly heavy, your toes and fingers tingling and numb as you melted against the cool sheets. Copia tucked himself tightly against you, murmuring adorations into your ear as he stroked his hand along your arms while V hovered above you, his knees on either side of you as he massaged the muscles in your legs. With a gulp, you forced yourself to open your eyes.
“Touch yourselves,” you stated boldly. “Both of you.”
Pressing his forehead against your cheek, Copia reached down, obediently stroking himself as he groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering closed. Still straddling you, V followed suit but his fingers also quickly slid between your folds, sinking into you with miraculous ease. As he fucked into his hand, V nimbly carassing your soaking cunt and coaxing another rising peak from your depths. Turning to face him, you pulled Copia into a passionate kiss, licking your lingering arousal from his lips as he moaned against your mouth, his hand pumping relentlessly along his cock, pressing himself into your side.
Leaning over you, you could hear V’s moans become more strained, his fingers now stroking your walls with maddening accuracy, hitting every sweet spot deep inside you while his thumb raked against your clit. The three of you were reaching your climaxes simultaneously, the shared cacophony of your cries a beautifully vulgar symphony. Copia was the first to break, with ropes of his release coating your torso in exquisite streams, shuddering and gasping against you. V, determined for your release before his own, drove his fingers into you in a vicious tempo as you cascaded into the throws of pleasure, once again losing yourself entirely. Finally, thick ropes erupted from his cock, delicate pearls falling across your stomach as he nearly collapsed on top of you, a repeated mantra of “fuck, fuck fuck” under his breath. After a moment, he flopped to your side, panting as he stared empty-eyed at the ceiling.
The three of you laid there, fuck-drunk and euphoric, with nothing but the sounds of labored breathing as you came down from your combined highs. Your skin still prickled as your sweat cooled, sore and spent, but so blissfully, blissfully satisfied. After an eternity of silence, Copia spoke.
“Was that what you hoped for, amore?”
“How did we hold up to your expectations?”
You chuckled, holding out a limp hand to each of them.
“Well done, boys. Fucking well done.”