The X Guide

Ayen bounced up and down as Khal used his body to release all his pent-up emotions for the last three months. The way he thrust upwards was absolutely merciless, pounding Ayen’s insides with such ferocity.

It was really a good idea that Devion had loosened and fucked Ayen first, or else he might not have been able to take Khal this smoothly.

Ayen’s whole body was screaming with pleasure; this position made Khal feel deeper within him. That same spot where Devion brutally made him a mess was intentionally ignored as Ayen’s feet curled.

"Khal..." he called, almost desperately. His hand gripped the other’s hair, frustrated. "Khal...nghh... Please..."

Khal clenched his jaw and rapidly pounded his hips upwards. He did not need to be told twice, and Ayen’s prostate experienced another new round of ecstasy.

The esper aimed at it, stirring Ayen’s insides, his cock visibly outlined in Ayen’s stomach. Just as Ayen was about to lose his mind, if he weren’t already, Khal stopped.

Ayen’s brow knitted slightly, his gaze confusingly landing at the esper. His hips subconsciously moved to grind for friction.

"Why... why do you stop?" Ayen asked, almost like a cry.

Khal stared at him, hands settling on Ayen’s hips so he could not move excessively. This frustrated Ayen more, and he could not help but glare at Khal.

The pleasure in his gut was already building up for another release, and yet Khal suddenly stopped for whatever reason. Khal smiled deviously, amused.

Devion, behind them, had already started playing to himself; he also almost cursed the cunning Khal when he stopped. It was not only Ayen who was deprived of climax, but he also felt the same way.

Khal patted Ayen’s buttocks and leaned to lick his right nipple with his tongue.

"Move yourself... ride me,"

"You little shit," Devion exclaimed. Truly cunning.

Khal glanced at him, eyes darkening as he chuckled. "Come here," he commanded. He then turned to Ayen. "Come on, fuck yourself exactly how you wanted, Ayen."

It was both a command and an enticement.

Devion had already come closer to them, kneeling just to their joined bodies and watching the next stage of Ayen’s show.

Ayen bit his lips, his ears ringing from intoxication. He then used Khal’s shoulder to stabilize himself. He slowly lifted his body, gasping at the clear sensation of his insides wrapping and not letting go of the girth inside him.

Half of Khal’s cock appeared, and he could not help but watch it, blushing as he did so. Then, he lowered himself on it again; this was repeated a few times as he began in a new rhythm.

It was nowhere near the pleasure that Khal gave from pounding himself inside Ayen, but it gave a new sensation. Something that seemed to explode his sanity as he bounced himself on that cock in his own initiative.

"Just like that, Ayen, faster..." The command seemed to be a devil whisper in his head that Ayen could not resist. His hips’ movements sped up, the slapping sounds of their skins becoming louder.

Devion leaned forward, watching their joined bodies.

"You... actually did it. Ayen’s look is so seductive." Dvion could not help but reach out and touch Ayen’s flapping cock, which was already leaking again.

He was amazed by how Ayen could actually keep up with them even in bed. It also made sense, as he was a guide and unlike ordinary people.

Just as he was thinking of that and watching Ayen move himself in Khal’s lap, a breath lingered on his nape, and he felt a tongue lick the skin.

He did not need to look who it was.

"Khal..." Devion called, and Khal wrapped a hand around his waist, his left still settling on Ayen’s waist to stabilize him in case the other fell over from the stimulation.

He averted his gaze from Ayen’s arousing expression and turned to Khal, who was also looking at him.

"You don’t think you’re already spared, huh?"

Devion gulped, those eyes... Khal had fixated them as his prey... and Devion had no intention to resist either. In fact, he had never felt this excited before.

Guess he was also pent up. After all, their sex life was quite healthy or a bit excessive sometimes. Then, suddenly, almost none for a month, and then occasional kisses, and most of them were only to satisfy Ayen and let him get accustomed to their sexual encounters.

There was no way to truly satisfy the beast within them.

Although he had already released once... it was not enough.

Devion glanced at Ayen and then back at Khal, his hand cupping Khal’s jaw.

"You greedy motherfucker," he cursed, but his actions said otherwise. Devion leaned and kissed him. Ayen paused, watching the two in front of him.

He then leaned and sucked at Devion’s chest, the other giving him access. Khal’s hand made its way to Khal’s waist and then downwards to his buttocks.

Khal squeezed Devion’s plump cheeks, fondling them. Devion was so used to his touch by this point that he never bothered with it. Khal soon responded to Ayen’s movement, driving his cock further inside.

Ayen shivered, being so sensitive after repeated climaxes.

Dveion’s lips parted from Khal; he turned to Ayen. Their eyes met, and soon both were already leaning for a new kiss.

This time, Ayen was somehow too tired to move on his own, and so Khal helped him by lifting his body before lowering them with such force that Ayen grunted in Devion’s lips.

Khal’s hand was already playing around Devion’s rim by this time, multitasking between fucking Ayen and fingering Devion. He was hyper-focused on tending to both his precious partners.

Devion and Ayen kissed, moaning on their lips. Ayen had actually not noticed what Khal was doing yet; his attention was on his impending climax once more.

His body jolting upwards with every thrust, Devion bends slightly to accommodate more of Khal’s fingers inside him and spreads his hips.

Devion embraced Ayen as the other showed signs of him cumming. Khal also did not stop and pounded into Ayen, hitting the spot that made him inwardly scream.