Theo's lips crashed against Kota's with a ferocity that stole his breath, the kiss deep and passionate from the start. it was hungry, demanding, Theo's tongue plunging in immediately, tangling with Kota's in a wet, heated dance. Kota's back pressed into the velvet comforter, his body still thrumming from the earlier overload, but the intensity of the kiss reignited everything. Theo's hands cupped Kota's face, fingers digging into his jaw as if to hold him in place, their mouths moving in sync—lips sucking, teeth nipping lightly at Kota's lower lip. Theo moaned into the kiss, a low, vibrating sound that sent shivers down Kota's spine, his breath hot and ragged against Kota's skin. The principal's body pressed close, his tiny nub grinding against Kota's thigh, leaking precum in thin, sticky trails.
Kota kissed back instinctively, his hands coming up to grip Theo's shoulders, feeling the smooth, pale skin under his palms. The kiss tasted like desperation and possession—Theo pouring every ounce of his jealousy into it, as if trying to erase the twins' presence even as they loomed nearby. Kota's cock, still sensitive from the recent release, twitched against his stomach, hardening again under the assault. Theo broke the kiss for a split second to gasp for air, his lips swollen and shiny, eyes dark with lust. "Mine," he whispered fiercely, before diving back in, sucking on Kota's tongue with renewed vigor.
From the other side, Elliot slithered in close, his body heat enveloping Kota's left flank. He nuzzled into Kota's neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below his ear before latching on with a soft, wet suck. "Mmm, fuck, you taste so good," Elliot moaned, his voice a low, throaty whisper laced with dirty intent. His tongue flicked out, tracing circles along the column of Kota's throat, teeth grazing lightly before he sucked harder, pulling a hickey to the surface. "God, I could mark you up all day, Daddy. Make you wear my bruises like a collar. Ahh... feel that? Your pulse jumping for me? You're so hard already, aren't you? Mmm, yeah, let me hear you moan while I suck this pretty neck."
Kota shuddered, the dual assault overwhelming—Theo's passionate kiss claiming his mouth, Elliot's mouth working his neck with relentless suction. Elliot's moans vibrated against his skin, dirty talk spilling out in breathy whispers between sucks. "Ohh, fuck, I bet your cock's throbbing for this. You like it when I bite? Mmm, yeah, right here—ahh, so sensitive. I'm gonna make you cum just from my mouth on your neck, watch. God, you're delicious, Kota. So strong, so tasty. Moan for me, baby, let it out—mmm, yes, like that."
Kota's head fell back slightly, a groan escaping into Theo's mouth as Elliot's teeth nipped sharper, followed by a soothing lick. The twins' presence amplified everything, their shared energy turning the bed into a heated tangle of bodies.
Grayson, not one to be left out, kneeled between Kota's legs, his hands spreading Kota's thighs wider. Without preamble, he leaned down and took Kota's cock into his mouth—slow at first, lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling teasingly. But then he sank deeper, and deeper still, until his nose pressed flush against Kota's groin. Kota's eyes flew open in surprise, breaking the kiss with Theo for a gasp. "What the—how?"
Grayson's eyes twinkled up at him, mouth full, before he pulled back just enough to speak, voice muffled and smug. "No gag reflex, baby. Born without it. Means I can take you all the way, every time."
Kota's cock throbbed harder at the thought alone—the idea of Grayson swallowing him effortlessly, no resistance, just endless wet heat. It was filthy, intoxicating; his length swelled fully in Grayson's mouth, veins pulsing against the tight suction. Grayson bobbed once, deep and slow, then pulled off with a pop, grinning wickedly. "See? You like that, don't you? Bet Theo can't do it like I can. Looks like Kota prefers me more, huh, big bro?"
Theo's eyes flashed with anger, pulling back from the kiss to glare at his brother. "S-shut up! He doesn't! He's mine!"
Grayson laughed, stroking Kota's cock lazily. "Oh, come on. Look at him—getting rock hard just thinking about my throat. Admit it, Theo, he loves me more. Right, Kota? Who do you want sucking you off? Me or him?"
Theo's pout twisted into a scowl. "N-no! He loves me! I was here first! I make him cum harder!"
The twins started bickering, voices overlapping in heated argument. "Bullshit, Theo—you're just jealous because my deepthroat game's unbeatable." "I-I'm not! He chose me! He came to my office first!" "Yeah, but look at his cock twitching for me now. Face it, he loves me most." Their words flew back and forth, hands gesturing wildly, but they turned to Kota in unison, eyes expectant. "Well? Who do you love more, Kota? Tell us."
Kota was at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing without sound. He barely heard them—Elliot's relentless assault on his neck drowned everything out, the twin moaning loudly as he sucked and licked, dirty talk pouring in whispers. "Mmm, ignore them, Daddy—focus on me. Ahh, your skin's so hot, so tasty. I'm gonna suck you dry right here—ohh, fuck, moan for me again." Elliot's lips latched onto a new spot, teeth grazing, tongue laving, his own moans vibrating through Kota's body. The sensation overloaded him, words failing as pleasure fogged his brain.
Before he could stammer a response, Grayson dove back down, deepthroating him in one smooth glide—no hesitation, just endless, tight heat enveloping every inch. Kota's back arched, a choked moan escaping as Grayson's throat contracted around him. At the same time, Theo slid lower, maneuvering between Kota's legs. He nuzzled in close, mouth opening wide to fit both of Kota's balls inside—hot, wet suction pulling them in, tongue rolling them gently but insistently. The sight alone was obscene: Grayson bobbing deep on his cock, throat bulging slightly with each thrust; Theo below, cheeks puffed as he sucked and laved Kota's balls, eyes locked upward with desperate hunger; Elliot still moaning against his neck, "Ahh, yes, cum for us, Daddy—mmm, so fucking hot."
It was too much—the visual, the sensations colliding. Kota's orgasm hit like a freight train, no buildup, just sudden, shattering release. He came hard down Grayson's throat, ropes pulsing out as the twin swallowed greedily, humming in satisfaction. Theo's mouth vibrated around his balls, intensifying every spasm, while Elliot's dirty whispers egged him on: "Ohh, fuck yes, give it to him—mmm, you're so powerful, so big." Kota's body convulsed, vision whiting out for a second, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
But they weren't satisfied.
As Kota slumped back, panting and spent, the three of them exchanged looks—hungry, insatiable. Grayson pulled off with a wet smack, wiping his mouth. "Not done yet, Kota. Theo needs you."
Elliot nodded, nipping Kota's earlobe one last time. "Yeah. Put him in missionary. Make him scream."
They manhandled Kota with surprising coordination—hands guiding him up, positioning Theo on his back in the center of the bed. Theo went willingly, legs spreading wide, hole exposed and twitching. Kota, still dazed, let them direct him; he climbed between Theo's thighs, cock already stirring back to life despite the back-to-back releases. He hooked Theo's legs over his shoulders, lining up and thrusting in slow—the stretch tight, hot, Theo's walls clenching around him like a vice.
Theo moaned like a bitch in heat from the first inch, back arching off the bed, eyes rolling back. "Ahh—f-fuck, Kota! S-so deep—oh god, this is... this is the p-position lovers use! Y-yes, like that—stutter—f-fuck me like you love me!"
His voice cracked on every word, body writhing as Kota bottomed out, hips grinding deep. Theo's massive ass cushioned each thrust, cheeks jiggling with the impact, his tiny nub leaking steadily onto his stomach. He clawed at the sheets, moaning louder—high, needy sounds that filled the room, stuttering pleas spilling out. "M-more—ahh, harder! L-lovers do it like this—face to face—oh f-fuck, Kota, I love you!"
Elliot, lounging beside them, laughed breathlessly. "Lovers? Oh, please, Theo—you're such a romantic slut. This isn't love; it's just a good fuck. Right, Kota? He's moaning like a desperate whore, not your soulmate."
Theo's eyes snapped open, anger flashing through the lust. "S-shut up, Elliot! It is love! He chose me! Y-you're just jealous because he—ahh!—he's fucking me, not you!"
Elliot rolled his eyes, reaching over to tweak Theo's nipple hard. "Jealous? Please. I'm just saying, missionary's basic. If it was real love, he'd be railing you doggy style like the bitch you are. Admit it—you're deluding yourself."
Theo bucked harder against Kota, moaning louder but glaring at his brother. "N-no! It's intimate! L-lovers look at each other—f-fuck, Kota, deeper!—you're wrong, Elliot! Always trying to ruin everything!"
Grayson chimed in from the other side, stroking himself lazily. "Oh, come on, Theo. Elliot's right. This is just horny fun. If Kota loved you, he'd say it. But look at him—he's too busy enjoying us all."
Theo's face twisted in fury, even as he clenched around Kota's cock. "S-stop! He does love me! D-don't you, Kota? Tell them—ahh!—tell them it's love!"
Elliot laughed, leaning in to nip at Theo's shoulder. "Dream on. You're just the appetizer. Kota's got us now—real fun. Admit missionary's for saps."
Theo shoved at him weakly, moaning through gritted teeth. "N-no! It's for lovers! Y-you're the sap—always flirting but never getting—f-fuck!—never getting anyone to stay! Kota stays with me!"
The argument escalated, voices overlapping in heated snaps, bodies shifting on the bed as they gestured wildly. "You're delusional, Theo!" "S-shut up, I-I'm not!" "Yes, you are—missionary's boring!" "It's romantic, you idiot!" Kota thrust deeper, lost in the rhythm, but the twins and Theo kept fighting mid-thrust, jealousy and teasing boiling over into a chaotic tangle of words and moans.