"My turn," Ryker couldn't help the desire pooling inside his core. His eyes shine yearningly on Mylo's hot body, like he was his soul food.
"So desperate," Royce snorted, his voice strained. He continues to grind his hips, slowly thrusting in and out of Mylo's relaxed walls.
His cock already pumping hard again.
"I want to fuck our mate too," Ryker's tone drops to hysterics. He begs Royce to pull out of Mylo, almost coming to tears.
"Do you, now?" Royce wraps his fingers around Ryker's neck, ceasing his breath with ease until he was choking him.
"Royce…" Ryker chokes on his words, his fingers moving fast on his own cock. His face twisting in pain from breathlessness, his lungs locked, with his eyes red with tears.
Ryker doesn't struggle with Royce's devises, he lets the older one take his breath away, dominating him to a lucid state.
