The Twin Dragons - Page 6 (NSFW)

Some extra panels for the ending of part 5.

The Twin Dragons
by Montréal Merman (Part 5)

Finn extricated himself off of Leon, hearing something from Leon about wanting to last longer. Finn was satisfied with a job well done, quickly moving over to Liam who was still hard as a rock.

“It’s no big deal.” Liam said, before slamming an open palm on the face of the table and biting his lower lip. “Fuck he’s… good.” Finn pursed his slippery lips and placed Liam's cock head in between them before shaking his head a few times. A “technique” he thought of as rather like shaking a champagne bottle. “Jesus…” Liam muttered before beginning to run his hand through Finn’s curls.

And finally, the anticipation came to an end, when Ian’s thick beast was angled so that just his cock-head punched through Finn’s sphincter. Finn’s eyes closed tightly, and his lips firmly snatched onto the meat in his mouth as he groaned along with Ian who was fighting back his own urges.

“I’ll go slow big boy. Don’t worry.” Ian huskily muttered. Finn was too overstimulated to really register the statement, he just didn’t want it to stop. Liam made it easy by thrusting up into his mouth at an uninterrupted pace.

Finn felt his ass chasm shudder and resonate up and down his spine and all over his skin as the heat of Ian’s tool inched inside him. Finn’s eyes clenched close and his lips pressed hard onto Liam’s own cock. That conflicting and yet exhilarating feeling of pain, pleasure, alarm, and desperation to continue… that was the good stuff. Finn placed himself back in his body and mind, back in control. He inhaled deep and exhaled slow.

“That’s it…” came a whisper from behind as Finn simultaneously felt his ass splitting apart with even more elation.

“Fuck…” Finn muffled with his eyes closed. He felt the strength in his upper body start to give way, coaxing him to make this easier on him. He felt himself collapsing, and Ian kinda stopped suddenly.

“Here, give him this to rest on.” Finn has no clue what was happening on the top side of the table. He felt Ian’s cock twinge inside of him and he moaned. And then, from above his head, he felt a soft material against his stubbly face. Finn felt the warmth of appreciation in his chest, but couldn’t get himself to utter any words of gratitude. The fabric was between his cheek and the floor and it was a relief to not hold himself up anymore.

And then it was back to business. Everyone neuron of euphoria firing as the thickness slid back all the way inside him, the tension, the release—and then the retraction. Repeat. Again. And again. The rocking and his face against the cotton and the sounds escaping his mouth with more and more volume and the smacking sounds from behind him coming with more and more vigour.

“Shiiiit…” Ian’s grip tightened and he spoke while also biting his lower lip. “…you good down there?”

“So… fucking… good.” Finn responded. His own cock freely raging in the air as he took every inch of his new friend’s cock. Reaching ever closer to the breaking point. “I fucking love it!”

There was a loud gasp from just above him, and though he didn’t look to see, Liam was pumping his own meat faster and faster and he let out a ferocious grunt as he jutted his hips out and burst his seed under the table. Finn felt the hot drips on his back and his face and it sparked a reaction in him. Being seen, being witnessed in such a state sent him over the edge. He gasped for air as Ian seemed to intuitively understand and began ramming him with increased enthusiasm.

“Who’s ass is this?” Finn heard himself being asked.

“Yours fuck! Fuck it’s yours, fuck—give it to me!” He exclaimed as he felt himself tense up and yet Ian didn’t let up. Gotta love a man who follows directions.

Simultaneously, both men moaned. Finn exploded on the floor and all over his hand, Ian sheathed himself as deep he could go and coated Finn’s inner walls with hot sticky man juice. And then there came that moment, that moment that always came, where all anyone is doing is catching their breath as they reveled in the gratitude of post-coital relief.