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Adam gasped, clutching Isaac’s shoulders as Chester’s fingers pressed insistently against his rim, probing—pushing—as if trying to force their way inside.
“W-Wait! No—!”
Adam stammered, clinging to Isaac.
The veins on the back of his hands stood out starkly.
Isaac stroked his back, his own expression tense.
“What’s wrong?”
Chester feigned innocence, even as his fingers kept pressing in.
“N-No—you can’t—!”
Adam’s heart pounded wildly.
“No, no—you can’t go in—!”
“You’ve never even tried.”
“I really can’t—Hng—?!”
Adam’s protest cut off as Chester’s middle finger forced its way in, wedging between his stretched rim and Isaac’s cock.
The pressure made Adam cry out.
“Ah—ah…!”
His mind blanked.
He kicked weakly at the sheets, but it did nothing to dislodge the finger already buried halfway inside.
Chester traced the fluttering walls with deliberate slowness.
“Tch.”
Isaac grimaced, pulling Adam closer.
The stimulation made his cock swell again, pressing insistently against Chester’s intruding finger.
Chester pushed deeper, rubbing against the swollen spot inside until Adam’s hips jerked up.
“W-Wait—ah—!”
“You’ll get used to it soon.”
Chester’s voice roughened.
Squelch, squelch—the lewd sounds filled the air with every movement.
“Relax.”
“Hng—hah…”
“Brother, help me out?”
Isaac let out something between a groan and a sigh before stroking Adam’s nape.
His fingers, scented with alpha pheromones, trailed through Adam’s hair, the scent wrapping around his throat.
“Haah…”
Adam arched, gasping.
When their eyes met, Isaac kissed his forehead.
Adam instinctively closed his eyes—only for Isaac’s lips to brush his eyelids, his cheeks, his jaw, before finally capturing his mouth.
“Mmm…”
Peck, peck.
At the ticklish kisses, Adam grew aroused all over again.
His breath hitched as he relaxed his body.
Chester’s soft laughter reached his ears.
“Good boy.”
Chester’s coaxing whisper followed as he fully buried his fingers inside.
The moment Adam’s hips lifted again, Chester struck his buttocks with the flat of his palm.
Smack!
More startled than pained, Adam dropped his hips back down.
The struck flesh burned hot, and Chester gripped the reddened area, kneading it as he wiggled his fingers against Adam’s inner walls.
Squelch, squelch!
Each time the intruding fingers shifted side to side, wet sounds spilled out.
Adam trembled, his lips parted, unable to close them.
His pupils shook wildly—this was an experience beyond anything he’d known.
He could hardly believe something other than Isaac’s cock was inside him now.
“Ah—it’s stretching—”
“Try to relax more.”
Relax more?
How was that possible in this situation?
Frustrated, Adam kicked his feet weakly.
As he squirmed, Chester chuckled.
“Are you protesting?”
“N-no….”
“Adam, you’re terrible at lying. That’s what makes you cute.”
With a low laugh, Chester pressed his lips to Adam’s backside.
His soft mouth traced the curve before nipping gently, making Adam jolt and dig his toes into the sheets.
“Hng….”
Chester’s fingers moved again, teasing the swollen, sensitive flesh inside.
Unlike a cock, fingers could deliver a different kind of pleasure—slimmer, more precise.
When his nails lightly scraped inside, Adam’s mind blanked.
“Ah—ah!”
Adam’s toes curled as a sob-like moan escaped him.
His arched feet trembled violently.
Fear prickled at him—was he about to black out again?
“Ha.”
Isaac exhaled sharply, his breath ragged with pleasure.
He caressed Adam’s body, rocking his hips in shallow thrusts.
His thick cock speared deep before retreating, over and over.
“You’re in the way.”
“But you like it, don’t you?”
“…….”
“Don’t you?”
“Can’t deny that.”
“See, Isaac? That’s how it is.”
Chester’s voice was smooth.
“It’s new, intoxicating. And Adam’s enjoying it too.”
“N-no… hng….”
“Your omega scent is overwhelming, Adam. No point denying it.”
“Haah….”
“One day, Isaac,” Chester murmured, his tone laden with implication, “Adam might be able to take both of us.”
“Both of us?”
“Yes. To put it crudely…” Chester paused.
“…One day, this little hole might swallow two cocks at once.”
Adam wasn’t the only one shaken by those words.
Even in his dazed state, his eyes fluttered rapidly.
What… what did I just hear?
What—how—?
“You look flustered.”
Chester smirked, noticing Adam’s confusion.
But the moment didn’t last—his fingers, buried deep, suddenly curled and thrust ruthlessly.
Plunge, pluck, plunge!
“Ah?! Aah—hah, w-wait—ah!”
Omega slick gushed out, soaking the sheets as Chester relentlessly worked him open.
Then, he dragged his nails over one particular spot—scritching, teasing—until Adam arched with a sharp cry, twisting as if torn between begging for more and pleading for mercy.
“Hih—ah, ah!”
His insides clenched, squeezing tight around Isaac’s cock and Chester’s fingers.
Isaac grimaced, pausing his movements.
Instead, he toyed with Adam’s ear, tugging the flushed lobe before pushing a finger into the small canal.
A shiver of pleasure wracked Adam’s body.
“Ah—ah!”
Squish. Chester twisted his fingers, rubbing harshly inside.
Adam had no defense against this rough, one-sided assault.
His head fell back as he let out a sound between a scream and a moan.
Darkness swallowed his vision again.
“……!”
Adam’s hips jerked violently.
His chest heaved, limbs trembling with unspent tension.
Lost in the overwhelming pleasure, he barely registered his own body.
Splurt!
His cock twitched, spilling liquid—not thick or sticky like cum, but thin, colorless fluid that dripped down in rivulets.
“Hng… uhh….”
Adam barely noticed the change, too lost in the crushing climax to do more than whimper.
By the time he realized something was wrong, Chester’s fingers were already sliding out, dragging along his oversensitive walls.
“Ah? Ah…!”
“Back with us?”
Chester pulled Adam up by the arms, forcing him to sit.
The shift pressed Adam’s weight onto Isaac, who twitched but didn’t complain—too focused on staring at one part of Adam.
Chester patted Adam’s shoulder reassuringly.
Adam’s lips trembled, his breath too ragged to speak properly.
‘What just happened?’
Then he noticed Isaac’s gaze fixed below.
Adam followed his line of sight—and his face burned crimson.
“Hahk!”
His cock glistened, wet with clear fluid.
Horrified, Adam grabbed himself, thumb pressing over the slit as if to stop it, but it was too late.
Droplets still leaked between his fingers.
“Hng….”
Shame prickled over his skin.
Was this… urine?
His mind spun in confusion.
Isaac, watching his distress, sat up—his own stomach was a mess of fluid.
“Did you piss yourself?”
“……!”
“Too clear for that, though.”
Isaac swiped a finger through the wetness.
Adam nearly fainted.
“D-don’t touch it! It’s gross!”
“Hahaha! This happens when it’s too good.”
“When… what…?”
“Sometimes, instead of cum, you squirt just water.”
Chester lifted Adam’s wrists, exposing his still-dripping cock.
“Ah… ah….”
I want to die.
Humiliation burned through him.
His cheeks twitched, nose reddening as tears threatened to spill.
But he held them back—crying now would only make him look even more pathetic.
“Why the tears?”
“I-I’m not.”
“Be honest.”
“…I’m embarrassed. And sorry.”
“Sorry?” Chester sounded genuinely baffled.
Adam turned to him, disheveled and glassy-eyed.
“I… made a mess.”
He tried to speak calmly, but his voice shook.
The shame of releasing like that in front of them was unbearable.
The more he thought about it, the hotter his face burned.
Chester didn’t tease him.
He just watched, silent, before his lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.
“Ha.”
Purple eyes, half-hidden behind long lashes, narrowed slightly.
An unreadable emotion flickered across Chester’s face—surprise, bewilderment, resignation, or perhaps reluctant acceptance—all tangled together in a complicated mess.
Adam couldn’t begin to guess why he was making such an expression.
“Lord Chester…?”
“You can’t be this pretty. It’s a problem.”
Chester smiled.
“I’ll end up falling for you—so hard I won’t even be able to deny it anymore.”
His voice was feather-light, so Adam assumed he was joking.
“So it’s come to this after all.”
Isaac muttered something cryptic, then pulled Adam into his arms.
Before Adam could react, his ear was pressed against Isaac’s chest.
Thump, thump, thump, thump!
The frantic heartbeat pounding against his eardrum was deafening.
It was a pulse that didn’t match Isaac’s calm expression.
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