Kota opened his mouth to tell Corey he wasn't in the mood, that the day had already been a marathon of emotions and his body was still buzzing from Theo, but the words never made it out.
Before he could get a single syllable past his lips, Corey had already stripped completely naked. The baggy gray jeans, the ripped band tee, everything went flying into a corner of the van's trunk space in a messy heap. His pale, lithe body was on full display, skin glowing faintly in the dim interior light, white hair falling in wild strands around his sharp, grinning face.
That signature cocky smirk was plastered on like war paint.
Corey lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Toby in a tight, playful hug, pressing their bodies together. Toby squeaked in surprise, the blanket slipping off his lap to reveal his soft, curvy frame still trembling from earlier.
Corey leaned in close, stuck out his tongue in a cheeky blep right against Toby's flushed cheek, and laughed that low, mischievous laugh.
"Too late, cutie," Corey purred, glancing back at Kota with sparkling eyes. "You hesitated. Now we're doing this my way."
He turned his attention back to Toby, cupping the smaller boy's face in both hands, thumbs brushing away the tear tracks on his freckled cheeks.
"Hey, Toby. Look at me. You wanna be a good boy for Kota, right? You want him to see how well you can take it? How pretty you look when you're being used?"
Toby's eyes went wide and glassy, his breath catching in his throat. He nodded quickly, ginger hair bouncing with the frantic motion.
"Yes— yes, I want to be a good boy. I want Kota to think I'm good."
Corey's grin widened, satisfied and hungry. Without another word he positioned himself behind Toby, his tiny two and a half inch cock already rock hard and leaking a thin string of precum down his pale thigh.
He lined himself up against Toby's still slick hole, the one that had been bouncing on the dildo moments earlier, and pushed in with one smooth, practiced thrust. Toby let out a high, breathy moan the moment Corey's modest length filled him, his soft back arching, plump ass pressing back instinctively.
"There we go," Corey murmured, voice dropping into a soothing, almost mocking purr as he started thrusting.
The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of Toby's lubed hole filled the van, soft little squelches that grew louder as Corey picked up the pace. His hips snapped forward with quick, sharp motions, the modest size letting him fuck fast without overwhelming.
"Good boy, Toby. Taking me so well. Always so tight for me."
One of Corey's hands slid around to Toby's mouth, two fingers pressing past those plush lips.
Toby moaned around them instantly, tongue swirling, drool already leaking down his chin. Corey's fingers pumped in and out of his mouth in rhythm with the thrusts into his ass, turning Toby into a spit slick, trembling mess between the dual sensations.
"Tell me, Toby," Corey breathed, voice low and teasing as he kept fucking him, fingers still working his mouth. "Who do you like better? Me or Kota? Be honest now."
Toby's moans turned desperate, muffled by the fingers in his mouth. His glassy eyes flicked toward Kota for a split second before he gasped out the answer. "Kota— Kota— I like Kota better—"
Corey clicked his tongue, shaking his head with exaggerated disappointment.
"Bad answer, baby. Bad, bad answer."
Without warning he grabbed Toby's legs, hooking his hands under the soft thighs, and lifted the smaller boy clean into the air. Toby yelped in surprise, legs kicking uselessly as Corey held him aloft, still buried deep inside him. Then Corey started fucking him like a fleshlight, using his grip on Toby's thighs to slam the smaller boy up and down on his cock with brutal, mechanical precision. The wet PLAP PLAP PLAP of ass meeting hips filled the van, Toby's plump cheeks jiggling wildly with every downward drop.
"Ahh— ahh— Corey— too much— I need to have enough stamina for Kota— I can't cum yet— ahhhhh—!" Toby's voice cracked into high, desperate moans, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks as Corey used him mercilessly.
Corey paused mid thrust, turning his head toward Kota with that same wicked grin. He gestured with his chin toward the massive tent straining against Kota's gray slacks, the thick outline of his cock pressing obscenely against the fabric. "I don't think Kota minds right now, baby. Look at him. He's hard as a rock just watching you get railed. I think he's enjoying the show."
Toby's eyes rolled back as Corey resumed the airborne fucking, the PLAP PLAP PLAP growing faster, wetter. Corey's own breathing grew ragged, his tiny cock twitching hard inside Toby's clenching heat. With one final, deep thrust he buried himself to the hilt and came, thick spurts flooding Toby's insides.
The feeling of being filled pushed Toby over the edge and he came untouched, his own little cocklet spurting weak ropes onto his soft belly. Corey held him there for a long moment, buried deep, letting the aftershocks ripple through both of them.
Finally Corey lowered Toby gently back to the van floor. Toby immediately collapsed forward into Corey's arms, hugging him tight, face buried against his chest. His body still trembled, but the desperate anxiety from before had melted into something softer, more content. Corey's entire demeanor shifted, the cocky dom energy fading into genuine tenderness as he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and held him close.
"Good boy," Corey whispered, pressing soft kisses into Toby's messy ginger hair. "Such a good boy. You did so well, baby. I'm proud of you. You're gonna kill it on stage tonight, I just know it."
Toby's voice came out small and sleepy, muffled against Corey's skin. "Did I do good? Really?"
"Yes, you did good. So good. The best." Corey kept stroking his hair, slow and soothing.
Toby shifted lazily, a contented little sigh escaping him. But then Corey gently pulled back, that mischievous spark returning to his eyes. "Now it's Kota's turn to fuck you."
Toby's eyes flew wide, a fresh wave of nervousness washing over him. "Wait— Corey— my ass isn't fully ready yet. Your cock is small, Kota's is so big, I need more stretching, I'm not ready—"
Corey chuckled, low and reassuring, already reaching for the pink dildo still suction cupped to the van floor.
"Okay, okay. I got you." He pulled the toy free with a wet pop, slicking it with a generous squeeze of lube from the bottle rolling around nearby. Then he pushed Toby gently onto his back, spread those soft thighs wide, and pressed the dildo against his cum leaking hole. Without any more warning, Corey started aggressively fucking Toby with the toy.
The pace was brutal, faster than before, the dildo pistoning in and out with loud, wet squelching sounds that filled the van. Toby's moans turned into high pitched cries, his soft body bouncing on the floor with every hard thrust. Corey angled the toy perfectly, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside, stretching him wider and wider. But just as Toby's breathing started to hitch, just as his little cocklet began to twitch and leak, signaling another approaching orgasm, Corey pulled the dildo out completely.
Toby whined, hips bucking up into nothing, hole clenching and gaping around the sudden emptiness. "No— I was so close— why—"
"Because you need to save that for Kota," Corey said, his voice dropping into something softer, more coaxing. He set the dildo aside and turned to Kota, those playful eyes now carrying a hint of genuine request.
"Alright, big man. Your turn. But Toby needs the encouragement, so I need you to be gentle with him. He hasn't been stretched enough for a rough fucking. Go slow. Talk him through it. Make him feel like a good boy. Can you do that for me?"
Kota looked at Toby, still sprawled on the van floor, legs spread, hole winking and leaking a mix of Corey's cum and lube, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with that familiar desperate need for approval. His own cock throbbed painfully against his slacks, the massive outline impossible to ignore. He took a deep breath and nodded.