Don’t know when to quit

I barely have time to wipe the mess from my chin before I feel the couch shift. The dark-haired one is already on his feet, stepping around the coffee table, his boxers tented and straining. The quiet guy follows a second later, slower, more deliberate, but just as hard.

They both stop in front of me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off them.

I'm still on my knees. Still naked. Still dripping with the muscular one's cum cooling on my chest. I look up at them, then down at their cocks, then back up at their faces. I let a slow, exhausted smile curl my lips.

"You boys really don't know when to quit, do you?" My voice is wrecked, a little hoarse from the throat-fucking. "That's okay. I don't either."

I shift my weight, getting comfortable on my knees, and I reach out with both hands. My left wraps around the dark-haired one's shaft, my right around the quiet guy's. I feel them twitch in my grip, thick and hot and already slick with pre-cum. I don't stroke. I just hold them, one in each hand, like I'm weighing my options.

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