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Blood was rushing to his head, making him dizzy even as pangs of pleasure continued to jolt through him. His arms and forehead were braced against the concrete ground, and he shook from the strain of being locked in this position for so long, and the onslaught of sensation being forced upon him.

Titus had taken the chair and then grabbed Calix, sitting him on his lap before shoving him forward so he was bent.

He hadn’t needed Aodhan’s help to get Cal into the position he wanted, with his thighs and knees pressed against the armrests at either side of the director, his ass high in the air as he was tipped over.

“Give me another bottle,” Titus told Aodhan, and Calix whined and tried to pull away for what had to be the millionth time, only to receive a hard slap against his ass in response.

“Not another one,” he pleaded. “That’s the third one!”

He tipped his head and caught sight of the two empty lube bottles lying on the ground next to him, another pathetic sound slipping past his lips. Both bottles had been emptied into his passage, and he felt the fluids inside of him still, despite how long Titus had been fingering him since.

“He’s big,” Aodhan’s voice came from somewhere above him. “You’ll be grateful for it later.”

“No.” He shook his head. “It feels weird.”

Titus inserted the narrow tip of the bottle into Cal and then squeezed, using his free hand to pull his cheeks further apart as though he was expecting his hole.

Embarrassment hit him, and Calix brought his arms closer to his face in an attempt to hide, not that either of them could see him anyway.

He’d never felt so full before in his life, and it was made worse by how odd the feeling was.

It wasn’t the same as taking a solid object, the lube pushing at his insides, into all of those hidden crevices he didn’t even know existed until now.

Three fingers speared through him to accompany the nozzle, scissoring and stretching him impossibly wide as his hole was fed more and more lube.

“That’s going to be so messy when it comes out,” Aodhan chuckled. “It’ll be dripping from him when we leave. He’ll be sitting in it the entire ride home. Did you remember to pack a towel? I don’t want my back seats ruined, just his.”

Cal growled at that, then gasped when Titus squirted the rest of the bottle into him, tossed it, and spanked him again for good measure.

The wet sound that emitted from his ass had him whimpering from the humiliation he’d been trying to avoid when he’d decided to listen to the director and not get fucked in a crowded room.

Was this actually any better?

…Yes. As frustrating as it was, it was still better. Because it was just Aodhan and Titus, and for some reason, that mattered.

He didn’t feel safe or respected with them—he wasn’t completely deluded—but he didn’t feel judged either and that…

Damn it. That was apparently enough to sway him.

If he’d known he was this easy, he would have quit the I.P.F.

sooner and remained on that alpha planet after all.

Found himself a nice, and aggressive, man who’d—Cal yelped as he was slapped again.

“I don’t like being ignored,” Titus said. “Do I even want to know what you were thinking about just now, little monster?”

Cal shook his head with no hesitation.

Titus drove his hand in and out of him hard enough that he needed to brace an arm on Cal’s narrow back just to keep him from falling off.

“You sound so wet,” Aodhan commented. “It’s already getting everywhere. Seriously—”

“Ask me about the towel one more time and you’ll be put over my knees next,” Titus warned sternly.

The doctor shut up.

“Come here,” he ordered Aodhan. “Help please our Third.”

Calix was hauled up off the ground and plopped down in Titus’s lap. The squish of the lube that immediately dripped from his hole had him wincing, but the director held him tightly until he’d settled and gave in.

As soon as he was satisfied Cal wouldn’t try getting off him, Titus reached down and hooked his hands beneath Cal’s thighs, lifting and spreading him wide.

“Wait!” Calix slammed back against Titus’s hot chest, realizing with a start the other man had removed his shirt at some point.

Titus didn’t listen, partially curled around Cal to keep him in place. “On your knees, little killer.”

Aodhan did as he was told, dropping to the ground between their legs, gaze greedily taking them both in. His left hand stroked against the side of Cal’s swollen dick, causing him to jerk at the contact. “Lift him. Our Third should please you as well.”

“Hold on.” Calix struggled to find purchase as he was hauled up an inch off Titus’s lap, hands eventually landing on the armrests. He didn’t get to say or do much else, eyes widening when Aodhan reached beneath him and the sound of a zipper being undone followed.

Aodhan dragged Titus’s pants down to his ankles, then brought his hand to Cal’s leaking hole and collected a glob of lube. When his hand disappeared from view again, it was obvious he was coating Titus’s cock from the way the director tensed behind Cal.

“Hold on,” Calix breathlessly repeated, unable to hold back a shiver when Aodan winked at him. A second later, he felt the unmistakable brush of a cockhead circling his entrance.

“I opened you up enough. It won’t hurt,” Titus whispered against the crook of his neck before he bit at him, hard enough that it stung but didn’t break skin. “Much. But feel free to scream all you like. The two of you are always so vocal outside of the bedroom. Carry that energy over, okay?”

“No, I—” He wasn’t ready.

But neither of them cared.

Calix felt the push of Titus’s heated crown notch into him before he was suddenly dropped down onto it fully. In one move, he was impaled, the impossible length of the older man tearing through him despite how stretched he’d already been in preparation.

A howl ripped from his mouth, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as the man beneath him started to thrust, jabbing his insides over and over with what felt like a searing steel rod.

He scrambled for a better purchase, finding Aodhan’s shoulders, and dug his nails into the fabric of his suit jacket, wishing it were flesh instead.

Titus pounded into him mercilessly, jerking Cal’s body up and down on his cock like he weighed nothing. Everything seemed to be happening too fast, his body unable to keep up as it was forced to receive him over and over again.

Cal cried out. It was too deep. Too full. Too everything.

“Is he being too rough?” Aodhan asked. “Want to get back at him?”

Calix shook his head, mostly because he couldn’t think past the zips of electricity shooting through his veins. He shook everywhere, his body going into a mixture of shock and intense pleasure that was too overwhelming to process.

The doctor cupped his face in both hands, his thumbs trailing beneath the edge of the mask almost lovingly before he broke out in that wicked grin that signaled he was about to do something dangerous.

“Kiss me.” Aodhan pulled him in closer, bending Calix over more in the process.

He gave another cry when that allowed Titus to drive in even deeper, but Aodhan merely laughed at him.

“Kiss me,” he repeated, bringing his mouth close before whispering, low enough Titus probably couldn’t hear, “Let’s shut you up and see what happens.”

“No—” Opening his mouth was a mistake. The doctor instantly took advantage, and Cal gagged when Aodhan’s tongue thrust past his lips and stroked against his.

The invasion was every bit as brutal as the one in his ass, the assault frenzied and possessive, as though it was a competition between the two of them with Calix caught between.

Titus grabbed a handful of Cal’s hair and yanked him back roughly, grunting when Calix gasped.

“If you’re going to be brats, I can think of better things you both could be doing with your mouths.

” His gaze roamed down Cal’s chest, settling on his dick and then he motioned to it with his chin. “Suck it.”

Aodhan moved closer and licked Calix’s tight balls.

“I told you to—” He didn’t get the chance to finish his scolding.

Aodhan wasted no more energy on being a tease, wrapping his lips around Calix’s dick and making a big show of swallowing him whole. He hummed when his crown hit the back of his throat, then bobbed up and down in the same quick motions of Titus’s hips.

Cal moaned and thrashed, only quieting when Titus captured him by the jaw and turned his head for a kiss.

The director’s mouth devoured his, delivering nips and swirls of his tongue to rival the way Aodhan was gulping down his dick.

He drew blood more than once, chuckling darkly whenever he did and Calix made a sound.

His free hand played with Cal’s right nipple, pinching and tugging at it until it was sensitive and red, not letting up even when he pulled his mouth away and tipped Cal’s head to the side to expose the length of his neck.

“Wait,” Calix felt a wave of fear rush through him. “I won’t. I don’t give consent.”

Titus growled threateningly, but Cal refused to let his instincts dictate his actions on this. On something so permanent.

“No.”

“You’ll bond with us now or later,” Titus declared. “It makes no difference when, so why put off the inevitable?” He slammed Cal down on his cock and rocked his hips, ensuring he hit all those spots inside of him that made him feel like he was being electrocuted.

“If it doesn’t make a difference,” Calix somehow found it in him to argue, “then why can’t you give me more time?”

“If you don’t love me now, you won’t ever,” Titus retaliated. “Isn’t that what you said to me earlier, little monster?”

Shit.

“I…didn’t…”

“What? No longer confident you can resist me?”