Kyle fucks him in a controlled manner

Kyle begins to move in short, controlled thrusts. Never fast. Never rough. Just deep enough that Inigo feels every slide.

“He’s feeling it now,” Kyle tells you. “The stretch. The full feeling. The fact that both ends are occupied and his body likes it. Don’t speed up. Let him sit in it. Let him realize.”

You keep the pace deliberate. Inigo’s moans turn continuous, wet and desperate. Every time Kyle bottoms out, the boy’s cock twitches harder against the soaked fabric. His hands, which had been clenched into fists, open and close like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

The realization lands on him in pieces. You see it in the way his eyes lose focus, in the way he starts pushing back harder, in the broken little “please” that slips out around your cock before he can stop it. He is still crying, but the tears no longer look like pure distress. Something else has taken root underneath them.

Kyle’s hand settles on Inigo’s hip, steadying him. “That’s it. That’s the part you couldn’t admit when you were watching it on a screen. You like being used. You like having both ends full.”

Inigo’s answer is not words at first. He shoves himself back onto Kyle’s cock as deep as he can go and holds there, throat working frantically around you. A continuous broken sound pours out of him. His neglected cock finally pulses hard inside his pants, soaking the fabric even further as the orgasm tears through him while he is still stuffed full at both ends.

His whole body shakes. The wet heat of his release spreads dark across the front of his pants. He keeps making those small, helpless noises even after the last spurt leaves him, like his body hasn’t finished processing what just happened.

Kyle keeps him pinned there, fully seated, and looks at you over Inigo’s shoulder.

“Now,” he says quietly. “Finish in his mouth. Let him taste what he just earned.”

You push forward the final distance, burying yourself in Inigo’s throat as your own orgasm hits.