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The living-room carpet scratched my knees as I sank down between them. The lamp in the corner cast long shadows across the floor, turning the room warm and hazy, like the air itself had thickened with everything we weren’t saying. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my clit, in every shallow breath I took. Elliot and Damien stood side by side in front of me—naked now, cocks jutting forward, flushed and heavy. Elliot’s was longer, straight, the head already slick with pre-come; Damien’s thicker, slightly curved, veins standing out under the skin. Both of them looked down at me with eyes that...