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Unable to resist any longer, Mo sighed with surrender as his body responded eagerly to their touch. Victor gently caressed his chest, with Zack teasing lower regions, both of them working together to bring him pleasure.

"So beautiful," Zack whispered as he moved lower, nibbling and kissing the insides of Mo's thighs.

Victor's eyes grew darker with desire as he watched Zack lavish their shared mate with adoration. "Turn over," he instructed softly, allowing Mo to experience new sensations from a different position.

As Mo turned onto his stomach, Zack continued to explore farther down his body–tongue lapping at the curve of his buttocks, teasing around the sensitive area beneath. All the while Victor held on to him at the top end of the bed–refusing to let him slip away from reality completely as he drowned in pleasure.

Mo arched his back as Zack's tongue teased his entrance, the pleasure making him gasp and clutch at the sheets. Victor's hands were in his hair, gently controlling his movements as he guided Mo's lips to his cock.

"That's it," Victor murmured, watching Mo take him in with hooded eyes. "Let us take care of you."

Between them, Mo felt himself floating away, his concerns temporarily suspended as his body responded to their touch. Zack's tongue was replaced by his slicked fingers, stretching him carefully while Victor fed his cock deeper into Mo's willing mouth.

"So perfect for us," Zack whispered against the small of his back, pressing kisses there as he worked a third finger inside. "So responsive."

Mo moaned around Victor's length, the vibrations making the alpha hiss with pleasure. Victor's hand tightened in his hair, not painfully but with enough pressure to remind Mo who was in control.

"Ready for more?" Zack asked, his voice husky with desire.

Mo nodded as best he could with his mouth full, and Victor slowly withdrew, allowing him to speak. "Please," Mo breathed, his voice wrecked. "Need you both."

The mattress shifted as Zack positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Mo's prepared entrance. With gentle pressure, he pushed inside, giving Mo time to adjust to each inch.

"Breathe through it," Victor instructed, stroking Mo's face tenderly, but Mo didn’t need to wait. He barely remembered the last time they had come together, just the heat and the sensations, and didn’t understand why, but this time he wasn’t missing a second.

Zack slid home with one smooth thrust, and Mo gasped at the perfect fullness. Victor moved to position himself in front of Mo, his hard length brushing against Mo's lips once more.

"Take us both," Victor commanded softly. "Let us wash everything else away."

Mo opened willingly, taking Victor's cock into his mouth as Zack began to move inside him with slow, measured strokes. The dual sensation of being filled from both ends sent waves of pleasure through Mo's body, driving all thoughts of worry and guilt from his mind.

Time seemed to blur as they moved together, finding a rhythm that had Mo moaning around Victor's length. Victor's hands remained in Mo's hair, guiding him, while Zack's strong grip on his hips kept him steady.

"That's it," Zack praised, his thrusts becoming more insistent. "So perfect for us."

Mo felt himself approaching the edge, his cock hard and throbbing. As if reading his thoughts, Victor reached beneath him, wrapping a firm hand around Mo's erection.

"Come for us," Victor ordered, stroking in time with Zack's thrusts.

The combined sensations were too much. Mo's body tensed as his orgasm crashed through him, his cry muffled by Victor's cock. Zack groaned behind him, his rhythm faltering as Mo's body clenched around him.

"Fuck," Zack gasped, driving deep one final time before spilling himself inside Mo with a strangled cry. Victor followed moments later, his release hitting the back of Mo's throat as Mo swallowed eagerly.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, breathing heavily. Victor carefully maneuvered them until they were lying side by side, with Mo sandwiched protectively between his mates. The warm weight of their bodies against his was comforting, grounding.

"Better?" Zack murmured against Mo's shoulder, pressing soft kisses there.

Mo nodded, feeling the tension that had been coiled inside him for so long finally begin to unravel. "Thank you," he whispered.

Victor's arm tightened around them both. "We're going to find her, Mo. And Jacob too."

"I know," Mo said, and for the first time in a long while, he actually believed it. Whatever happened next, he wasn't alone anymore.

They lay in comfortable silence for several minutes before a gentle knock at the door pulled them from their peaceful bubble.

"Sorry to interrupt," Riley called through the door, "but Daniel just arrived with news. Whenever you're ready."

Victor sighed and pressed a kiss to Mo's forehead. "Duty calls."