The argument between Theo and Elliot escalated, voices overlapping in a chaotic mix of moans and snaps as Kota thrust deeper into Theo's tight heat. Theo's legs trembled over Kota's shoulders, his body arching with every powerful stroke, but his mouth didn't stop—spitting retorts at his brother even as pleasure twisted his features.
"Y-you're wrong, Elliot! Missionary is for l-lovers—ahh, fuck!—it's intimate, it's real! Kota's choosing me right now, f-feeling me, not you!"
Elliot laughed breathlessly, his hand trailing down Theo's side to pinch his hip hard. "Intimate? Please, you're just a hole to him right now. Look at you moaning like a desperate slut—'oh, Kota, deeper!' If it was love, he'd be whispering sweet nothings, not pounding you silent. Admit it, this is just a fuck, and you're deluding yourself into thinking it's more."
Theo's eyes flashed with fury, his walls clenching tighter around Kota's cock in response. "S-shut your mouth! He loves how I feel—t-tight and perfect for him! Y-you're just jealous because no one's ever f-fucked you like this—ahh, yes, Kota, right there!—you're the one who's always chasing, never catching!"
Kota tried to ignore them, focusing on the rhythm—his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt in Theo's fluttering hole, the slap of skin on skin drowning out some of the bickering. But the words flew like sparks, igniting the air around them. Grayson watched from the side, stroking himself lazily, chuckling at the sibling rivalry. Elliot leaned in closer, nipping at Theo's earlobe mid-thrust. "Jealous? Hardly. I'm saying missionary's vanilla—boring for lovers, perfect for quickies. If Kota really loved you, he'd flip you over and rail you like the bitch you are, make those fat cheeks clap for him."
Theo shoved at Elliot's shoulder weakly, his body jolting with Kota's next thrust. "N-no! Vanilla? It's p-passionate—face to face, eyes locked—oh god, Kota, harder!—you're the vanilla one, always talking big, but—f-fuck!—but never delivering! Kota's mine, he wants this with me!"
The fight raged on, their bodies shifting on the bed as they gestured and shoved, but Kota tuned it out as best he could, his focus narrowing to the heat wrapped around him, Theo's moans growing higher and more desperate. Grayson, growing impatient with the sidelines, suddenly moved—climbing onto the bed with a wicked grin and straddling Kota's waist from behind, his own hard nub pressing against Kota's back.
Before Kota could react, GGrayson laughed, adjusting quickly; he hopped on Kota's lap in a way that pressed his ass against Kota's lower stomach, bouncing experimentally as Kota continued thrusting into Theo. The added weight and friction made everything tighter, more chaotic—Grayson's cheeks clapping softly against Kota's hips with each bounce, his body rocking in time with the rhythm.
"Ohh, fuck yes," Grayson moaned, grinding down. "Feel that, Kota? My ass on you while you fuck him—mmm, so hot. Bounce with me, make him feel it deeper."
The sensation was overwhelming—the extra pressure forcing Kota's thrusts harder into Theo, Grayson's bounces creating a rhythmic slap that amplified every movement. Theo cried out louder, "Ahh—G-Grayson, get off!—this is our m-moment!" But Grayson ignored him, bouncing faster, his own cock leaking onto Kota's abs.
Kota's control shattered quickly under the dual assault. The friction, the heat, the way Grayson's bounces drove him deeper into Theo's clenching walls—it was too much. Within moments, his orgasm hit like a storm, cum flooding Theo's ass in thick, pulsing ropes. He groaned deeply, hips stuttering as he filled him, Theo's moans turning into whimpers of bliss. "Y-yes—fill me, Kota—ahh, so much!"
But Grayson didn't stop bouncing even as Kota came, his grin turning taunting. He ground down harder, milking the last spasms from Kota's cock indirectly through the pressure. As Kota slumped slightly, panting, Grayson laughed breathlessly. "Already? Damn, quickshot much? Came so fast from a little bounce—pathetic, Kota. Thought you had more stamina than that."
The words hit like a slap. Kota's afterglow vanished in an instant, replaced by anger—raw, surging fury that boiled up from his chest. How dare this spoiled twin mock him? After everything—the relentless teasing, the barging in, the non-stop competition. Kota's hands clenched into fists, eyes narrowing as he shoved Grayson off with surprising force. "The fuck did you just say?"
Grayson tumbled to the side, laughing harder. "Quickshot! You heard me—popped like a virgin from a few bounces. Cute, but sad."
That did it. Kota's anger ignited fully—red-hot, blinding. He lunged forward, grabbing Grayson by the hips and flipping him onto his back with brute strength. Grayson yelped in surprise, but his eyes sparkled with excitement as Kota manhandled him into position—legs folded up against his chest, ass exposed in a deep mating press. Kota's cock, still hard and slick from Theo, pressed against Grayson's entrance without preamble.
"You think that's funny?" Kota growled, voice low and dangerous, thrusting in hard—all the way to the base in one brutal stroke. Grayson gasped, back arching, his hole stretching tight around the invasion. "I'll show you quickshot."
Kota didn't hold back. He fucked Grayson silly—hips slamming down with punishing force, the mating press driving deep, hitting that spot inside that made Grayson's eyes roll back. "Ahh—f-fuck, Kota—too deep—oh god!" Grayson moaned, but his body betrayed him, legs trembling, cock leaking profusely onto his stomach. Kota's anger fueled every thrust—hard, relentless, the slap of skin echoing loud in the room. He gripped Grayson's thighs bruisingly, folding him tighter, pounding without mercy.
"You like that?" Kota snarled, leaning down to bite at Grayson's collarbone. "Mock me again—call me quickshot now, you spoiled fuck."
Grayson could only whimper, body jolting with each impact, his massive ass cushioning the blows but doing nothing to soften the intensity. "M-more—ahh, yes—harder!" His hands clawed at Kota's back, nails raking red lines, but Kota didn't slow. Sweat slicked their bodies, the bed creaking under the force. Theo watched from the side, stroking himself slowly, eyes wide with a mix of jealousy and arousal. Elliot, meanwhile, had shifted closer, his mouth latching onto Grayson's neck now, sucking and moaning dirty encouragement. "Mmm, take it, brother—ahh, he's wrecking you so good. Fuck, Kota, pound him harder—make him scream."
Kota did. He angled his hips, hitting deeper, faster, Grayson's moans turning into high-pitched cries. "Oh f-fuck—Kota—I'm gonna—ahh!" Grayson came first, untouched, his tiny nub spurting weak ropes across his chest, body convulsing. But Kota kept going, anger not spent, thrusting through the clenching walls until his own release crashed over him—cumming deep in Grayson's ass, filling him with hot, thick loads that overflowed and dripped down his cheeks.
Kota pulled out with a wet pop, panting, but by then Elliot had already overstimulated himself watching—his body twitching on the bed, eyes glazed, passed out from the intensity, a weak dribble leaking from his untouched nub. He lay there, chest heaving, limbs jerking faintly in aftershocks, completely spent.
Kota collapsed back, wiping sweat from his brow, chest heaving. He was at his wits' end—having cum four times in a row now, body exhausted, muscles aching, cock sore and twitching. His vision blurred at the edges, breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Enough... fuck, that's it..."
But that didn't stop the remaining two—Theo and Grayson—who were still hungry, eyes gleaming with unsatisfied lust. Grayson sat up slowly, cum leaking from his ass, grin feral despite the wreck Kota had made of him. Theo crawled closer, his own hole still dripping from earlier. They exchanged a look, then turned their gazes back to Kota, bodies pressing in from both sides.
"Not yet," Theo whispered, voice husky. "We need more."
Grayson nodded, hand reaching for Kota's spent cock. "Come on, quickshot—round five."
They loomed over Kota again.
(they gon kill that boy 😭)