Kota froze mid-stroke, hand still wrapped tight around the thick, veiny base of his cock, knuckles slick with the steady leak of pre-cum that had already started dripping in long, glistening strings toward the carpet.
The room pulsed around him, low buzz of the vibrator still locked to Dennis's cocklet, wet schlurping sounds of Grayson's tongue buried wrist-deep in Dennis's ass, the faint electric pop-pop-pop of the scrotum sleeve shocking Grayson's balls into another weak, shuddering release. Every noise layered on top of every other until the air itself felt thick, vibrating with denied need and raw want. His pulse hammered in his ears, heavy and slow, like war drums under water. He hadn't even opened his mouth to give the order yet, hadn't decided whether he'd let them swallow, paint their faces, or make them edge each other while he finished himself, but Riley was already moving.
The platinum-haired boy lunged forward on his knees like he'd been starving for it his whole life. His tongue flicked out, flat and desperate, catching the fat, swollen head of Kota's cock in one quick, greedy swipe. The contact was electric, hot, wet velvet dragging over the sensitive slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had been trembling there. Riley moaned loud enough to rattle the windows, eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering as he chased the taste like it was the last drop of water on earth. "Fuck—Master—please—"
Elliot's hand shot out faster than thought, fingers clamping around Riley's jaw and yanking him back hard enough that Riley's head snapped. Spit flew in a thin arc. "Wait your fucking turn, you greedy little bitch," Elliot snarled, voice low and venomous, eyes blazing. "He didn't say you could taste yet. You don't get to just steal it."
Riley twisted in the grip, lips already shiny, cheeks flushed crimson. "Says the one who's been jerking you off like a desperate cuck for the last ten minutes. Move."
They glared at each other, nostrils flaring, chests heaving—two alley cats circling the same scrap of meat. The tension crackled so loud it almost drowned out Dennis's broken whimpers from the bed.
Kota had had enough.
His free hand moved before his brain caught up. He grabbed a fistful of platinum hair in his right, a fistful of orange strands in his left, and yanked both heads forward until their cheeks pressed flush against the sides of his shaft. The heat of their faces hit him at once, Riley's skin fever-hot and damp with sweat, Elliot's cooler but trembling with barely-leashed rage. Kota's cock throbbed between them, trapped in the soft vise of their cheeks, the veiny underside pulsing against their open mouths. Pre-cum smeared across both sets of lips in a slow, sticky stripe.
"Enough," he growled, voice still carrying that Khalil edge, deep, final, no room for negotiation. "You want it? Earn it. One on each side. No fighting. No stealing. You share, or you get nothing."
They froze for half a heartbeat, eyes locked in mutual loathing over the thick length between them. Then, slowly, grudgingly, they turned their heads just enough to face their assigned sides.
Elliot went first.
He tilted his face, lips parting wide, and dragged his tongue in one long, deliberate stripe from base to tip along the left side of Kota's shaft. The motion was theatrical, extra loud, extra wet, extra moan. He let the sound vibrate through his throat, high and needy, like he was performing for an audience of one. "Mmmph—fuck—Master—so thick—so heavy—" His tongue flattened, lapping at the veins like they were rivers of honey, tracing every ridge, every pulsing line, sucking gently at the skin until it glistened. He made eye contact with Kota the whole time, dark eyes glassy and smug, daring Riley to try harder.
Riley ignored him completely.
He dove lower instead, mouth opening wide, and took both of Kota's heavy balls into his mouth in one greedy pull. The mouth enveloped them instantly, wet, sucking warmth, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as he sloshed them around like dice in a cup. Loud, obscene gurgling sounds filled the space between them; saliva dripped down his chin in thick ropes, pooling on the carpet. He moaned around the sensitive sac, vibrations traveling straight up Kota's shaft, making the whole length jump against Elliot's tongue. Riley's eyes flicked up once—mean, triumphant—before he sucked harder, rolling the balls with his tongue, tugging gently with his lips until Kota's thighs trembled.
Elliot grinned against the side of the cock.
While Riley was occupied lower, Elliot seized the opening. He tilted his head, stretched his jaw wide, and took the head, and then more, straight down his throat in one smooth, practiced drop. No gag. No hesitation. Just tight, rippling heat swallowing Kota to the root in five brutal seconds. His throat muscles worked convulsively, milking the shaft in rhythmic pulses, tongue pressed flat underneath, milking every inch like he was trying to pull the orgasm out by force. A low, satisfied hum vibrated all the way down; tears welled at the corners of his eyes but he didn't stop, didn't pull back, just kept gulping and swallowing until his nose was buried in Kota's pubic hair.
Kota's control snapped.
Heat exploded low in his gut, balls drawing up tight against Riley's tongue. He came hard—thick, pulsing ropes shooting straight down Elliot's throat. The first spurt hit so deep Elliot's eyes rolled back; the second made his throat flutter wildly, milking harder; the third, fourth, fifth—he swallowed convulsively, greedy little gulps, not wasting a drop. Kota's hips jerked once, twice, vision whiting out at the edges as the orgasm ripped through him, draining everything he had left after yesterday's marathon.
Riley realized too late.
He popped off Kota's balls with a wet gasp, spit and pre-cum stringing from his lips to the sac, eyes wide with outrage. "You fucking—!"
Elliot pulled off slowly, deliberately, letting the last pulse coat his tongue before he swallowed with exaggerated satisfaction. A thin trail of cum leaked from the corner of his mouth; he licked it up with a smug flick of his tongue.
Riley lunged.
He crashed into Elliot, tackling him sideways onto the carpet. They rolled—naked bodies tangling, limbs flailing—grunting and cursing. Riley got on top first, pinning Elliot's wrists above his head, straddling his hips. "Give it back, you cheating slut—!"
Elliot bucked, throwing Riley off balance, then flipped them so he was on top. "You had your chance, greedy bitch. Should've gone for the head instead of playing with his nuts like a fucking amateur."
Riley twisted free, grabbed Elliot by the hair, and yanked his face down. Their mouths crashed together, violent, messy, all teeth and tongue. Riley forced his way in, tongue plunging deep, chasing the taste of Kota's load still coating Elliot's mouth. He sucked hard, greedy, stealing every last trace, salty, thick, warm, until Elliot was moaning into the kiss despite himself. Riley broke away just long enough to grin, lips shiny, a thin string of cum and spit connecting their mouths for a second before it snapped.
"Mine now," Riley panted, triumphant. "Not yours. I've got it. You got nothing."
Elliot snarled, lunged again. They tumbled sideways, rolling across the carpet in a tangle of limbs and curses—Riley clawing at Elliot's shoulders, Elliot grabbing fistfuls of platinum hair, both of them hissing insults between sloppy, cum-smeared kisses.
"You think you can just steal it? I'll make you puke it back up—"
"Try it, cuck. I swallowed every drop. It's sitting warm in my stomach. You'll never taste it—"
"Fucking whore—"
"Pathetic virgin—"
They fought like cats in heat, scratching, biting, grinding against each other even as they tore at skin and hair, the argument dissolving into wordless snarls and wet, angry kisses. Cum-smeared lips slid together again and again, tongues dueling for the last traces of what Riley had stolen, bodies pressed so tight there was no space left between them. The bedroom echoed with their ragged breaths, the slap of skin on skin, the low buzz of forgotten toys still working over Dennis and Grayson on the bed.
Kota stood above them, cock still twitching, chest heaving, watching the cat fight unfold with something dark and unreadable burning behind his eyes.