The vulnerability hit him hard, the trust in his friends who'd taken him apart piece by piece, now weaving him back into their raw intimacy.

Jake's eyes darkened, that dominant smirk curling his lips as he eased out of Derek's ass with a wet slide. 

'Get on me then,' he commanded, dropping to the bench with his thick cock standing rigid, veins pulsing. 

Chris didn't hesitate, his athletic frame trembling with anticipation as he straddled Jake, positioning his stretched hole over that blunt head. The emotional rush surged—Jake's gaze holding his, promising control amid the chaos. 

Chris sank down slowly at first, the burn of entry making him hiss, but...