Family Ties - He Was Mine First

Frank & Ron POV

After the intense session, Alex was passed out cold in the middle of the bed, utterly spent. His body was limp, covered in drying cum, bruises blooming fresh across his hips and ass. Frank and Ron exchanged a look over his unconscious form.

“Kid’s out like a light,” Ron murmured, already half-hard again.

Frank ran a hand over Alex’s sweat-damp back, feeling the heat radiating from him. “He won’t mind.” His voice was low, possessive. “He never does when he’s like this.”

They took him twice more while he slept. First Ron, sliding into Alex’s slack, cum-slick hole with a wet squelch, fucking him slow and deep while Frank held Alex’s legs apart. Alex stirred once, a soft, broken moan escaping his lips, but his eyes never opened. His body just clenched instinctively around the intrusion, milking Ron until he pumped another load inside him.

Then Frank took his turn, rolling Alex onto his stomach and mounting him from behind, grinding deep while Ron lazily stroked himself and watched. Alex’s only response was a sleepy whimper and a slight push back of his hips, as if even unconscious his body craved more. When Frank finally came, flooding him again, Alex sighed contentedly in his sleep, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.

Alex POV

His hole pulsed with a familiar, ruined ache when consciousness finally dragged Alex back to the surface.

Morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains, casting pale stripes across the king-sized bed. Every muscle in his body sang with that deep, thorough soreness that only came from being properly used. His thighs were sticky. His ass felt loose, gaping, leaking something warm and wet that had to be cum. Fresh cum. Multiple loads.

He didn’t remember them fucking him again.

The thought should have bothered him. Should have sent a spike of alarm through his sleep-softened brain. Instead, Alex’s lips curved into a lazy, satisfied smile. His body remembered, even if his conscious mind didn’t. The way his hole still pulsated, the sore stretch of his rim, the fresh bruises blooming across his hips.

Good boy, some dark, primal part of his mind purred. Took it all. Even in your sleep.

He stirred, groaning softly, and felt the weight of Frank’s arm draped across his waist. Warmth radiated from the older man’s body, solid and grounding. On his other side, Ron’s hand rested on his hip, fingers idly tracing the fresh fingerprints left by the night before.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Ron rumbled, voice thick with sleep.

Alex turned his head, blinking up at Frank’s familiar grey eyes. “Morning, Daddy.”

Frank’s hand slid up his back, fingers threading through his hair. “How do you feel?”