The boy straddled Nigel again, but this time, the knight moved behind him, kissing down his back, hands gripping his hips with firm pressure. The boy gasped, caught between pleasure from both sides, Nigel's lips on his chest, the knight's mouth exploring every dip of his spine.
The rhythm started slow, teasing. The three of them shifted together, grinding, stroking. Moans filled the air like music. Mouths kissed anything they could reach. Hands gripped thighs, hair, and shoulders. The boy leaned down and kissed Nigel again, while the knight pressed kisses to the back of his neck, growling softly.
Heat built between them like lightning gathering in a storm cloud.
"Nigel," the boy whispered, voice broken, don't stop... gods, don't stop...
The knight's voice followed, thick with arousal. Take it. Both of you. I want to feel everything.
