Bobby and Eddie held still for a long, torturous moment, their thick cocks buried to the hilt inside Buck and Chim. 

The gym was thick with the scent of sweat and raw arousal, the only sounds were their heavy breathing and the faint creak of the stretching bench under their combined weight. 

Bobby’s hands gripped Buck’s hips firmly, thumbs stroking soothing circles over sweat-slick skin as he savored the impossible tightness clenching around him. 

Eddie mirrored the slow control behind Chim, rolling his hips in shallow, deliberate circles that made Chim whimper into Buck’s shoulder.

“Fuck… Bobby, move,” Buck begged, his voice already hoarse. His hole fluttered wildly around the...