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The blood on the key had long since dried.
It sat in iTrapped's palm, the jagged edges still sticky where it had once hung from Chance's ridiculous gold chain. Now it was his.
Finally.
The floor still bore the stain where Chance had collapsed, a darker patch that had soaked into the wood.
iTrapped stared down at the key, smiling.
He planned for this. Waited for this.
Months of pretending. Of smiling. Of letting that greasy fool touch him, hold him, call him darling like he wasn't a puppet dancing on strings. All for this.
The Banlands Key.
He twirled the key once between his fingers.
He turned on his heel and walked toward the now unlocked door hidden behind the office bookshelf— a sealed portal few even knew existed. But iTrapped knew.
A digital prison, a wasteland where all unwanted things were sent— users too rude, too powerful, too dangerous to be deleted outright. His friends had been trapped there for years. Forgotten.
But not by him.
Never by him.
The key clicked into the lock.
The door opened, dragging with it a grating screech.
iTrapped stepped through.
The air changed instantly— denser, sour. Swords, potions, gamepasses, even full scale weapons tossed into piles like trash.
Cluttered and forgotten. Some items still sparked weakly, trying to activate. One shield flickered blue, then short circuited with a pitiful whine.
He scoffed.
"You'd think the almighty admins would organize their dumping ground." He muttered, kicking a hoverboard aside.
Silence. Too much of it.
No players.
No voices.
Just static.
His teeth clenched. "Where are you...?"
He moved faster, irritation clawing at his chest. He'd planned every step of this. Months of manipulation, and now he stood in the center of success and found only empty space and bad landscaping.
His hand flexed around the hilt of the Darkheart, itching.
Then—
A flicker.
Just at the edge of a fractured spawn platform.
Red.
He stilled.
A glint of a hood, barely visible past the field of broken lootboxes. His heart jumped before his logic kicked in.
It could be anyone. Could be bait. A bug. A person left here to rot like the others—
But as he stepped closer, his breath caught.
It was Ellernate.
And beside him, leaning casually against a chunk of corrupted terrain, was a second figure.
Caleb.
iTrapped didn't wait.
The moment he was certain— he was sure— he moved.
He shoved aside loose debris and didn't stop until he was nearly crashing into them.
"You're here," he breathed out, wild eyed.
Ellernate turned his head slightly, but the hood he wore was drawn so low, his face was still completely shadowed.
"You actually made it..." Caleb said, pushing off the wall. "Took you long enough."
Neither of them spoke for a minute.
“You shouldn’t have taken it that far.” Ellernate said.
Really? Now out of all times?
iTrapped froze, blinking. "What—?"
“You know what we're talking about." Caleb snapped. "Don't act like it didn't happen."
"That wasn't—" iTrapped's mouth twisted. "You think I wanted it to collapse like that?"
"Yes." Ellernate replied bluntly.
"You acted like we couldn't be touched," Caleb said, stepping closer.
iTrapped's hands curled into fists. "You did the same—"
"Yeah?" Caleb barked. "And what'd we get for it? Banned. You might've been fine, but we were left here. For years."
iTrapped looked at them both.
But he didn't apologize.
"I didn't come here to argue." He said, voice low. "I came here to get you out. We can talk later."
Caleb stared at him. "Still stubborn as hell."
"Still right." iTrapped muttered, already turning back toward the exit.
"You better hope you are." Ellernate replied.
They walked in silence.
Everything in the Banlands was junk. Nothing worth taking. The only real value left in this place was the people still breathing inside it.
The way to the exit was narrow— they walked pretty quickly back to the door, both Ellernate and Caleb being way too quick to get out of here.
Light.
The light of the casino.
The moment their boots hit stable ground, the Banlands gate groaned behind them then sealed shut.
Caleb exhaled.
For a long moment, the three of them simply stood— out of purpose.
Then iTrapped turned abruptly.
He looked at them both— and did something neither expected.
He stepped forward and pulled them into a tight hug.
Caleb grunted, startled. "What the—"
"Shut up." iTrapped muttered, arms tightening around them.
Ellernate didn't resist. He didn't return it, either— but he didn't pull away.
"You're lucky I don't bite." Caleb grumbled, arms awkwardly hanging there like he didn't know what to do with them.
"Do you?" iTrapped asked.
"Maybe."
Ellernate let out the faintest breath of laughter.
And for the first time in what felt like a decade... everything settled.
The casino's office was quiet. Clean. Almost too clean compared to where they'd just come from.
Caleb had already collapsed into one of the chairs, arms draped over the sides.
Ellernate tilted his head toward iTrapped.
"You got a place to stay?" He asked, voice dry. "Preferably one with water?"
Caleb groaned from the chair. "Hot water."
"And junk food," Ellernate added. "I want something so greasy it clogs two arteries before I even swallow."
iTrapped snorted, finally glancing over his shoulder.
"You guys starved in there?"
"Not… exactly." Caleb said, eyes half closed. "The Banlands don't let you die. Not really. You just stop feeling like a person. No hunger. But no satisfaction either. Just this…" He paused, then tapped his chest. "Empty pit. Like being hollowed out."
iTrapped didn't say anything at first. Just nodded once.
"You can use the penthouse upstairs." He said. "Showers still work. Food's a mess, but I'll order something."
"Something deep fried and morally questionable." Caleb muttered. "Please."
"Got it."
Ellernate looked around the office for a moment.
"How'd you get the key anyway?"
"I had my ways."
Ellernate didn't press further.
The moment the elevator doors slid open, Caleb made a sound halfway between a gasp and a growl then bolted.
"Shower!" He yelled, already tossing off his coat. "Nobody stop me. I swear I smell like dog shit."
"Three bathrooms." iTrapped called lazily as he stepped in after them, phone already in hand. "Don't break anything. And don't bleed in them either."
"I'm bleeding?" Caleb asked, pausing mid jog.
"No." iTrapped muttered, already tapping through the delivery menu. "But you smell like you might."
Ellernate had already vanished down a hallway— likely towards a bathroom himself.
Alone now, iTrapped took a breath and leaned back against the kitchen counter.
His fingers moved automatically through the app, scanning food options. Burgers. Fries. Fried chicken. Pizza. Pizza with fried chicken. He hovered over one of the options that looked like it could stop a man's heart in two bites and ordered two of everything.
He placed the phone down and looked around the penthouse again.
It still didn't feel like his.
But it should.
Shouldn't it?
✿
Ellernate was the first to reappear.
He stepped out of the hallway barefoot, dressed in soft grey pajamas that were clearly too new to be his. The shirt hung a little loose on him.
He tugged at the sleeve as he entered the kitchen, where iTrapped leaned against the counter, still waiting on the food.
"Hope you don’t mind..." Ellernate said casually, gesturing at himself. "Found these in a closet upstairs."
iTrapped blinked once. "It's fine."
"No biggie, then."
"No biggie.' iTrapped echoed.
Moments later, Caleb strolled in behind him, towel draped over his shoulders, wearing a mismatched pajama set.
He stretched his arms overhead and groaned. "Finally feel clean. I think I showered off five years of Banlands dust. And three layers of existential dread."
iTrapped gave him a once over, then waved a hand in mock approval.
"Nice. Now I don't have to wrinkle my nose when I look at you."
"Wow." Caleb deadpanned. "This is why I missed you so much."
"You'll live." iTrapped muttered, brushing past him.
"Food coming?" Ellernate asked.
"Ten minutes." iTrapped replied.
"Greasy?"
"Artery ending."
Caleb gave a thumbs up and flopped onto the couch with a content sigh. "God bless."
iTrapped leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. His gaze flicked from the time to the two men lounging.
"So… how was it?" He said flatly.
Caleb blinked. "What, the Banlands?"
"No." iTrapped said drily. "The spa resort I sent you to."
Caleb gave him a wide grin.
"Oh, it was great." He said. "Five star views. Food so non existent I developed a deep emotional bond with the smell of rocks. Really, couldn't have asked for better. Thanks to you."
iTrapped's brow twitched. "You're welcome?"
Caleb rolled his eyes and slouched deeper into the cushions. "Seriously, I'm thrilled. If you hadn't gone full nuclear back then, I'd still have… what? A working account? Friends? Dignity?"
"I got you out."
"You put us in."
"Untrue."
"Untrue adjacent, then."
Ellernate reached for the remote and turned down the lights a touch. Gods, those two.
iTrapped pushed off the counter with a sigh. "You are being dramatic."
Caleb pointed at him without even lifting his head. "Says the guy who let greed get to his head, and walks around like he's entitled to all of this"
Ellernate slowly raised a hand.
"Pause," he muttered.
Both men turned toward him.
He motioned lazily toward the door. "Food's here."
iTrapped glanced at his phone. Sure enough, Order Delivered blinked at the top of the screen.
He turned to get it.
Caleb grunted, arms crossed. "I hope it's poisoned."
"Just yours." iTrapped muttered over his shoulder.
Ellernate sighed.
The table was a disaster.
Boxes stacked between soda cans and paper wrappers, burgers stacked too tall, fries drowned in cheese and questionable sauces, a pizza so oily it quite literally glistened.
Caleb was already elbow deep in a box of wings. "This," he mumbled through a mouthful, "is divine."
Ellernate nodded, box of fries nestled in his lap, a half eaten sandwich in one hand.
Caleb reached for his third slice of pizza. "If you don't finish yours..." He said, pointing a finger at iTrapped, "I'm eating it."
iTrapped sat back in the chair, half a burger untouched on his plate. He'd eaten maybe four bites.
"Knock yourself out." He said flatly.
"Don't tempt me."
"You already look like you're dying of happiness."
"I am!" Caleb said, leaning back with a sigh, holding his stomach. "And I want this to be how I go."
Ellernate made an amused sound— nearly choking. His shoulders jerked as he nearly inhaled his food.
"Don't die." iTrapped said, scooting over and giving him a pat on the back.
Ellernate gave a vague thumbs up, still coughing once or twice before finally swallowing. "Thanks."
Caleb sat up straighter, wiping his hands on a napkin.
"Got any alcohol?"
Ellernate raised a brow.
Caleb shrugged. "C'mon. You expect me to survive that long in that place and not want to drink myself into a pleasant fog?"
iTrapped leaned back in the chair, tapping the armrest. "Fine. I'll check the bar."
And sure enough— near the back of the room, behind a curtain— sat an ornate cabinet. Inside were several tall bottles. Expensive.
"About time!" Caleb called from the couch.
He pulled three down without much care for which was what. If they were all expensive, they'd all do.
iTrapped poured three glasses.
He handed the first to Caleb, the second to Ellernate, and kept the third in hand as he leaned back against the counter.
"Here, don't spill it. That bottle probably costs more than your average paycheck."
Caleb lifted his glass with both hands, squinting at the color.
"To freedom," he muttered.
"To freedom." Ellernate replied.
They clinked.
And drank.
The taste hit immediately— rich, sharp. This was the kind of drink that had aged in a barrel for decades.
Both men made nearly identical sounds of surprise.
Caleb coughed hard, eyes watering. "Oh my god."
Ellernate cleared his throat, groaning.
"Feels like I just got tackled by a luxury brand."
iTrapped sipped his without flinching.
"It's not that bad."
"Because your tongue's already dead inside." Caleb shot back, wiping his mouth.
Ellernate blinked a few times. "It’s good." He admitted. "Just... strong."
He swirled the glass in his hand and gave iTrapped a sideways glance. "You didn't bring this out just to get us drunk, did you?"
iTrapped raised a brow, barely hiding his smirk. "You think I planned for this?"
Ellernate tilted his glass toward the cabinet. "Rich alcohol. Private penthouse. You're two chairs away from seduction."
Caleb barked a laugh. "If he starts playing soft jazz I'm jumping off the balcony."
"Please do," iTrapped muttered, sipping his drink again.
Ellernate let out a quiet chuckle.
"I'm just saying." He added.
iTrapped swirled the drink in his hand, he didn't look at them when he spoke next.
"Maybe it'll loosen you two up enough to forget a little," he said lightly. "Indulge. Like we did before. Quite a few times, if I remember right."
Caleb froze mid sip.
Then sputtered violently, coughing into his arm as the alcohol went completely down the wrong way. He wheezed, eyes wide, mouth open in disbelief. "I'm sorry—"
Ellernate's glass paused midair.
iTrapped only raised a brow.
"What?" He said innocently. "It's not like I imagined it."
Caleb coughed again, face red for reasons beyond the liquor now. "You're out of your mind."
"You weren't complaining back then." iTrapped muttered, now watching him.
Caleb set his drink down, still fanning himself like the room had suddenly gotten hotter. "We were younger. Dumber."
"And still said yes." iTrapped cut in.
"You're not wrong." Ellernate finally replied.
Caleb shot him a look. "You're not helping."
Ellernate shrugged with a faint smile— almost teasing. "Didn't say I wanted to go back. Just that I remember."
Then, after a beat, he added— almost too casually. 'Would it be so bad, though? Just blowing off some steam?"
Caleb blinked.
Then again. And again.
"You what?"
He looked between them— first at Ellernate, then at iTrapped, who, to his absolute horror, was wearing that smug expression. Bastard.
"Don't look at me like that." Caleb snapped, shifting uncomfortably. "No way. I'm not gonna be on the receiving end of anything. No. Absolutely not."
Ellernate tilted his head slightly. "No one said you had to be."
Caleb's mouth opened.
No sound came out.
He snapped his fingers at Ellernate. "You— how much of that drink did you have? Are you even handling it? Because that sentence? That was beyond alcohol."
And then, just to make things worse— of course— iTrapped chimed in. "You say that now," he murmured, "but if I remember right, you liked it. A lot."
Caleb looked like he might combust on the spot. Embarrassed.
"God, you're cute when you're flustered." iTrapped said, just to twist the knife, tapping one finger to his bottom lip. "You always were."
"I am not flustered." Caleb hissed, immediately flustered.
"Oh?" iTrapped tilted his head and glanced at Ellernate. "He made that same exact face, you know— right before he—"
"Finish that sentence and I'm walking out that door."
"I'll finish it and reenact it, if you like." iTrapped beamed. "We've got time, space, and memory to work with."
Ellernate chuckled, setting his glass aside. "iTrapped." He warned lightly, but the look in his eyes said go on. Those fuckers!
Caleb stared at both of them like they were aliens.
"You two are the worst..." He muttered. "It was one time. One. I was drunk."
"We were all drunk." iTrapped replied. "Except Ellernate. Which made it funnier when he—"
"Don't you dare."
"I was sober enough to remember how eager you were, actually." Ellernate shrugged, only making it worse.
Caleb made a noise.
Officially, God has betrayed him.
"I wasn't eager. I was— experimenting!"
"Mm." iTrapped nodded, disinterested. "And moaning my name like that was, what, curiosity?"
Caleb visibly tensed.
"Look, all I'm saying..." Ellernate said gently. "Is we're not expecting anything. You can just hang out. Chill. No pressure."
Why are you siding with him?
"Right..." Caleb eyed him. Then eyed iTrapped. "You're both just offering."
"We're saints." iTrapped smiled.
"Demons."
"Saints," he insisted, then winked. "Who happen to remember every single detail!"
Ellernate's fingers grazed the rim of his glass. "And if you did want a repeat, well— no one's stopping you."
Caleb stared. And then, for just a second— just the briefest light of hesitation crept into his eyes.
iTrapped saw it.
Unfortunately.
"Oh, there it is," he purred, rising from his chair. "That little pause. That tiny, little pause."
Caleb sputtered, backpedaling on the couch as iTrapped approached.
"Get that look off your face—"
"What look?" iTrapped said, grinning. "I'm just remembering how flexible you were. Or was that Ellernate? Hmm."
Caleb shot a glare at Ellernate, who merely raised an eyebrow and gave him an innocent look.
"Seriously though," iTrapped said, voice softer. "You okay?"
Caleb blinked.
He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face.
"I'm not a damn porcelain vase." He muttered, and then glanced sideways at Ellernate. "You two are just— pushy."
"We're persistent." iTrapped admitted.
"You're horny dogs in heat." Caleb shot back.
iTrapped burst out laughing. "Takes one to know one."
"I'm not the one humping someone's leg every time I get a drink in me." Caleb grumbled.
Ellernate stood then and moved beside him. "But?"
Caleb huffed, looking between them. "But. If we're doing this again, I swear, you make one joke about my legs shaking and I'm stabbing someone."
"Consent confirmed!" iTrapped announced, triumphant. "Shall we?"
✿
The bedroom was dim— Caleb was already half out of his shirt by the time they stumbled in, pushed gently by iTrapped's hand at his lower back. He was muttering curses the entire way.
"I cannot believe I agreed to this again. You're both disasters. Terrible influences."
Ellernate was behind him, fingers wrapped over Caleb's shoulders as he slipped the shirt the rest of the way off, exposing skin that flushed deeper the closer their bodies pressed.
"We're very convincing." Ellernate whispered near his ear.
"You're manipulative snakes." Caleb replied, but didn't stop him.
iTrapped was already undoing his own belt, that damned smug look still on his face— Gods, Caleb will punch him one day.
"Snakes don't purr when you touch them like you did. Or moan like your life depended on it."
Caleb groaned— less from anger, more from trying to hide the way that memory hit.
"God, shut up."
"Make me." iTrapped murmured, walking forward until they were chest to chest. "Unless you want Ellernate to do it. Or both of us. You know. Like before."
Ellernate's hands slid down Caleb's sides, warm, nice.
"No pressure," he whispered. "Whatever you want."
Caleb hesitated— then turned around between them both.
"Well," he said, tone dry. "If you're going to keep yapping, I might change my mind. So you better hurry the hell up before I remember how annoying you are."
iTrapped's grin widened like he'd just been handed a gift. He took one step closer. "So does this mean you're really gonna bottom again?"
Caleb's face twitched.
Then his hand shot out, grabbing iTrapped by the front of his shirt.
"If you don’t shut up and get to it already…" He muttered. "I swear to God I will punch you in the dick before either of you gets the chance."
Ellernate made a quiet sound, his hands resuming their slow slide down Caleb's waist, dipping below the waistband now.
iTrapped, still grinning, raised both hands in mock surrender. "Violent."
"Keep talking." Caleb warned.
"Oh, I plan to." iTrapped replied, stepping forward until Caleb had no room left to move.
That was all the warning they got before Caleb pulled iTrapped in by the collar, dragging him down into a kiss.
Behind him, Ellernate's hands resumed their descent, tracing the path of Caleb's hips then lower, slipping past the waistband of his pants— stroking him smoothly. Caleb broke the kiss with a sharp breath against iTrapped's mouth.
"You're welcome." Ellernate murmured near his neck.
iTrapped slid his knee between Caleb's legs, parting them, lifting just enough to wedge his thigh up against him. The angle was perfect.
Caleb let out a choked sound, half gasp, half groan.
Pinned between them now, he had Ellernate's hand stroking him from behind, while iTrapped's thigh pressed up from the front— so that every little shift ground Caleb right into that maddening friction.
"Fuck—" Caleb's voice cracked, forehead pressing to iTrapped's shoulder.
Caleb opened his mouth— but Ellernate's thumb dragged along the slit and all that came out was a ragged breath.
"Oh," iTrapped said, mock surprised, "that one's new."
Caleb moved to swing at him again— reflex— but his hips bucked instead, helplessly grinding against both Ellernate's hand and iTrapped's thigh.
"You're the worst." He gritted.
"And yet," Ellernate murmured against his ear, lips brushing skin, "here you are."
By the time Caleb's knees hit the edge of the bed, he was already breathing harder. His shirt was gone, pants half undone, hanging from his hips. iTrapped's hands didn’t stop moving— tugging, pushing, undressing him piece by piece. Greedily wanting to see more skin.
The sheets were cool beneath Caleb's back as they lowered him down onto the bed. Ellernate was beside him in an instant— leaning in, his mouth brushing Caleb's jaw, then lower, lips pressing hot kisses down his neck while his hand didn't stop stroking.
Click.
The sound of the nightstand drawer opening.
Caleb turned his head— barely— just in time to see iTrapped pulling out a small bottle. Lube. Of course he had it ready.
The bastard met his eyes with a grin.
"I hate you." Caleb muttered, voice rough.
"You're going to say that." iTrapped said, kneeling between his spread legs. "Right up until the second I have you begging."
The cold hit first— slick fingers coated in lube pressing in with no warning at all. Caleb flinched, hips jerking slightly off the bed.
"Fuck—!" He hissed, glaring down. "You could've warmed it up, you damn—"
"Oh, I could've…" iTrapped said sweetly, pushing in the first finger. "But then I wouldn't get this reaction."
Ellernate's hand wrapped tighter around Caleb's cock, matching the pace of the finger working inside him. His mouth dragged lower, kissing along the slope of Caleb's throat to his collarbone.
Caleb gritted his teeth, jaw tight, every muscle in his body tense.
iTrapped crooked his finger— just once— and Caleb made a noise that could only be described as betrayed.
"See?" iTrapped said. "Still fits you."
"Shut up—"
A second finger joined the first, slower, opening him up. Caleb sucked in a breath, head tilting back against the pillows, eyes fluttering closed as Ellernate's kisses moved across his chest now.
"You're doing well." Ellernate murmured. His hand never stopped moving, coaxing him upward with every stroke. "Relax."
Caleb huffed a breath, chest rising fast. "I am relaxed."
Another twist of fingers. Caleb bit his lip hard.
"Uh huh," iTrapped smirked. "You're gripping me like a vice and you're still talking back. So much tension. Should we stop?"
"No."
The third finger was slower— more careful. Caleb groaned, hips bucking instinctively.
"You're beautiful like this." Ellernate whispered.
Caleb made another sound— half strangled— and for once, didn't argue.
The slick sounds filled the bedroom, the occasional wet shlick that made Caleb grit his teeth and groan through them.
"How," he ground out, head tipping back, "are you still going? I'm ready. I've been ready."
"Oh?" iTrapped replied, far too casual. "You want me in already?"
"I want you to stop dragging it out like it's a damn five course meal!" Caleb snapped. "I'm not made of glass."
"No," iTrapped murmured, leaning in just enough to let his breath ghost across Caleb's thigh. "But if I don't stretch you properly—"
He slid his fingers deeper, curved them just so, making Caleb arch with a curse.
"—there's no way you'll take both of us."
What?
"Both?!"
Caleb's voice cracked, eyes snapping wide. He made the mistake of looking up— only to see Ellernate beside him, still calmly stroking his cock.
And then— without a word— he squeezed.
Just at the base, fingers tightening in a grip that stopped Caleb's climax dead in its tracks.
"Ah— fuck!" Caleb bucked hard against the sheets, muscles locking, chest heaving. "Wh- what the hell—!"
"You were close," Ellernate said simply. "Can't have that yet."
Caleb's entire body trembled— thighs tense, stomach drawn taut with need. iTrapped, still between his legs, was grinning like a devil.
"You should've seen your face." iTrapped laughed, fingers still moving lazily inside him. "God, it's like Christmas."
"Both of you?" Caleb demanded, voice wrecked. "At the same time?"
"That is what you agreed to." iTrapped said sweetly.
"I did not—!"
"Consent by implication," iTrapped teased, pulling his fingers free before reaching again for the lube. "Besides. You're the one who said to hurry up."
Caleb groaned, throwing an arm over his face as if it could somehow drown out the obscene mess he was becoming.
Ellernate leaned in again, lips brushing just under his ear.
"You can still say no," he murmured. "But if you say yes—"
He stroked him again, still holding his cock tightly.
"—you won't be walking tomorrow."
Caleb whimpered. Actually whimpered.
And didn't say no.
He panted, lifting his head just enough to glare.
"Can we switch?" He muttered. "I don't want your fat ass on me."
iTrapped paused.
The look he gave Caleb was wicked— and immediately followed by a rough stroke of his hand between the man's thighs. Fingers pressed in hard, spreading him again, dragging pressure over an already sensitive rim.
Caleb jerked with a strangled sound.
"You're mouthy for someone who's begging to be split open," iTrapped shrugged.
Caleb groaned, hips twitching upward again, even as his body betrayed him.
"Still switching?" iTrapped asked with mock sweetness.
Caleb gritted his teeth. "Yes."
"Fine," iTrapped grinned. "Your funeral."
They moved quickly, iTrapped laid back onto the bed, naked now, cock hard and already shining from the same lube that coated his fingers. He reached out and dragged Caleb over— gripping him by the hips, pulling him down to straddle him.
"Face me," he murmured. "I want to see it."
Caleb bit back a retort and did as he was told, bracing his hands on iTrapped's chest, thighs spread wide across his lap. Behind him, Ellernate moved into place, settling between Caleb's legs.
"Hold him." Ellernate said simply.
"Oh, happily." iTrapped answered, gripping Caleb by the waist and guiding him downward, the head of his cock pressing right up against Caleb's stretched hole.
Caleb's breath hitched, arms trembling— but when iTrapped pushed in, he slid.
The stretch was still there, but it wasn't bad— it was maddening. iTrapped bottomed out with a groan, pressing deep, holding Caleb down tight against his hips.
"Fuck, you're ready," he panted. "Took me like you missed it."
Caleb gasped, back arching, hands scrabbling for grip. "Sh- shut up—"
But iTrapped was already moving— just a little. Enough to shift and grind in circles, dragging the tip against Caleb's insides.
"Ellernate," iTrapped said over Caleb's shoulder. "Get that lube."
Ellernate's hand moved, grabbing the bottle. The cap clicked. He smeared generously along his own cock.
"You ready for this?" Ellernate asked, caressing his sides.
Caleb nodded.
And then—
The press.
Caleb felt the pressure building as Ellernate pushed forward, as the stretch became impossibly wide, the burn crawling up his spine.
iTrapped held him tighter, arms wrapping fully around his waist now, holding him in place.
"You're doing so well." iTrapped murmured, lips brushing Caleb's jaw. "You feel that? You're opening up."
Caleb moaned.
And Ellernate kept pushing.
He had to stop twice— pull back, slick himself again, then press forward harder. Caleb's breath stuttered with each inch, his thighs trembling violently where they rested over iTrapped's.
Then—
Ellernate thrusted.
Just once.
The angle was perfect. His cock struck something deep— a slow drag across Caleb's prostate that made the man cry out, eyes flying wide as he seized up.
"Ah—!"
Caleb came hard his cock pulsing and spilling across iTrapped's stomach in thick, hot spurts as his entire body locked down.
"Holy shit." iTrapped breathed, watching him shudder through it.
Ellernate thrusted again, slower this time, now fully buried. Still so deep it made Caleb twitch with overstimulation.
He was trembling, sweat beading down his temple, arms useless where they'd gone slack against iTrapped's chest.
"You good?" Ellernate murmured.
Caleb whimpered.
iTrapped grinned. "Still don't want my fat ass on you?"
Caleb, dazed, just growled into his shoulder.
Ellernate hadn't moved yet. He was still buried to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against the curve of Caleb's ass. The fullness was unbearable— almost too much— and yet not moving made it worse.
Caleb's hands were digging into iTrapped's chest like he was trying to tear through muscle. Fingers curled, nails dragging down against skin until iTrapped actually flinched.
"Ow." iTrapped muttered. "Christ. I said ride me, not eviscerate me."
Caleb just groaned, head turning slightly, his cheek pressed to iTrapped's pec as his fingers gripped harder in response.
Behind him, Ellernate finally shifted— just the tiniest roll of his hips. Checking.
Caleb twitched, jerking slightly.
"Too much?" Ellernate asked softly.
Caleb exhaled shakily. "I don't know..."
"Hey." iTrapped whispered.. His fingers found Caleb's jaw, coaxing him to tilt his head back. "Talk to us."
"I'm—" Caleb swallowed. "I can take it. Just don't move too fast."
Ellernate nodded against his back, brushing his lips across his nape. "We'll go slow. Stay with me."
Then they began to move.
Ellernate pulled back inch by inch, the slow drag of his cock pressing and scraping against stretched nerves, until just the tip remained inside.
Then he slid forward again.
At the same time, iTrapped adjusted beneath him, thrusting up just enough to keep the pressure constant.
One in, one out.
And still, Caleb clung to iTrapped's chest. His nails dug deep enough to hurt.
"You're using my pec like a fucking panic button." iTrapped muttered, hissing softly through his teeth. "Jesus. I might bruise."
Caleb groaned against him, voice hoarse. "You deserve it."
"That's not a no." iTrapped said smugly.
Another thrust from Ellernate— slightly deeper this time. Caleb's hips trembled, and he made a wounded sound.
Ellernate paused again, one hand moving up to his side. "Still okay?"
Caleb nodded, panting. "Yeah. Just… slow. That's— fuck— that's good."
"Damn right it is." iTrapped murmured, brushing his mouth across Caleb's temple. "You're gripping me like you were built for this."
"Shut up." Caleb hissed.
"Still using my chest like a damn stress toy." iTrapped added. "Might as well leave marks."
Caleb groaned, eyes fluttering shut again as Ellernate pulled back and thrust slowly forward once more— this time grazing his prostate again, and his whole body jolted.
"Fuck," Caleb whispered. "Fuck, I can't— this is too good—"
"Then let it be good." Ellernate murmured, moving again.
"Okay." iTrapped grunted. "I swear to god, if he grabs at me one more time— Ellernate, can you handle this mess?"
Caleb barely heard him over the pounding in his ears, his head lolling slightly, lips parted as his entire body shuddered through another thrust from behind. But his nails were, indeed, still digging into iTrapped's chest.
Ellernate didn't answer at first.
He simply leaned forward, body moving in tandem with iTrapped's as they fucked into Caleb.
"Give me his wrists."
iTrapped grinned. "Gladly."
He caught Caleb's wrists and yanked them back, gently. Caleb groaned in protest— garbled, already slurring from the overstimulation setting in— but Ellernate took over them, pinning both wrists behind Caleb's back.
That new angle arched Caleb's spine just a little more, tilted his hips forward— opened him even further.
"Fuck—" Caleb hissed, head snapping up.
iTrapped slid his hands down to grip Caleb's hips, thumbs pressing into flushed skin, and started to thrust in earnest now. Each snap of his hips pushed Caleb back against Ellernate's cock.
"Ohhh," iTrapped moaned, watching Caleb shiver. "There it is. Look at you— shaking. You're such a slut for it, aren't you?"
"I hate— this—" Caleb growled between breaths, hips jolting with each thrust.
"You love this," iTrapped shot back, dragging Caleb back down onto both their cocks. "You're dripping on me. You're soaked. And you're so tight."
"I'm going to kill you." Caleb gasped, hips twitching violently. "You're— the worst—"
Ellernate leaned in. "You're saying a lot for someone who's barely coherent."
"I'm—fine!" Caleb snapped.
Ellernate's hand tightened around his wrists. "You're trembling."
"I'm not—"
"Look at you." iTrapped cut in again. "You're a mess. You're drooling, your thighs are twitching every time we bottom out— oh, there, yeah, right there—"
Caleb cried out, his head dropped again, mouth open, flushed all the way down his chest.
They fucked him deeper now, in rhythm. Every time Ellernate pushed in, iTrapped pulled back.
"You going to come again?" iTrapped whispered, kissing his cheek. "Or are you going to pass out first?"
"F- fuck you—"
"That's exactly what's happening." Ellernate murmured.
Caleb's breath was nothing but shudders now— his body jolting each time they thrust into him.
iTrapped kept his grip on Caleb's hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruised. "You're not gonna last." He murmured. "C'mon, you're gonna come again, aren't you? All stretched and shaking like that."
Caleb's only response was a strangled gasp.
Ellernate thrust forward, cock dragging slowly right across Caleb's prostate.
Caleb sobbed.
His entire body arched, and then he was coming again. No one was even touching his cock.
"Fuck..." Ellernate hissed.
"There it is." iTrapped whispered. "God, that was hot."
Caleb collapsed forward, slumping against iTrapped's chest.
Ellernate released Caleb's wrists. Immediately, his arms just flopped uselessly to the side.
"He's out of it." Ellernate said, voice softer now. His hands moved up to Caleb's sides. "Isaac, enough."
iTrapped blinked. He looked down and saw the way Caleb was trembling, lips parted, eyes glassy and unfocused.
"I wasn't—" iTrapped started, then sighed and rested a hand on Caleb's thigh. "Alright. Alright."
"Isaac…"
The word was barely audible. Slurred.
iTrapped looked down fast.
Caleb had his cheek pressed to his chest, eyes half lidded.
"Nate…"
Ellernate's eyes flicked down to him. He leaned in, brushing back the damp hair at Caleb's temple.
"I'm here."
"Are you with us?" iTrapped asked, one hand stroking along Caleb's thigh, coaxing him back. "Talk to us."
Caleb let out a weak breath— then nodded.
"I'm okay," he rasped. "Just— just been a while. Since. Y'know."
Ellernate kissed his temple. "We know."
iTrapped tilted his head. "Still want to keep going? Or are you tapping out?"
Caleb shifted weakly, trying to sit up and failing miserably.
"I hate how good this feels." He muttered. "But yeah. Yeah, I'm good."
"Then we take our time." Ellernate murmured, brushing his lips over Caleb's shoulder.
iTrapped's hands smoothed down his back. "That's a first."
"Shut up, Isaac."
"Oh, now everyone's using it."
Caleb groaned, eyes squeezing shut. "You're lucky I can't move right now, or I'd kill you with a pillow."
"Noted." iTrapped grinned, shifting beneath him.
His fingers traced idle circles along Caleb's back.
They hadn't moved in minutes.
iTrapped tilted his head, brushing his nose along Caleb's temple.
"You still good?" He murmured. "You want to take us both again? We can keep going. Or stop. Whatever you need."
"Yeah… it's okay. I want to. I just…"
He hesitated.
"You just…?" Ellernate whispered.
Caleb finally exhaled. "Can I… hold you?"
That took iTrapped off guard. He blinked. "You are holding me."
"No, I mean—" Caleb swallowed. "I don't like having my arms restrained. Not really. Not like that. It's fine, but… I'd rather hold you."
iTrapped was quiet for a second.
Then, he slid his hands gently up Caleb's arms, coaxing them from where they'd been draped and weak against his sides.
"Okay," he murmured. "Then hold me."
He guided Caleb's arms up, across his chest, curling them around his neck until Caleb was clinging to him properly. Caleb buried his face there, pressing into the crook of iTrapped's neck.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"For what?" iTrapped asked.
"For being like this." Caleb replied.
"Like what?" iTrapped pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. "Wrecked, hot, and honest? You think that's a problem?"
Caleb flushed, averting his eyes.
Ellernate pressed a kiss to the nape of Caleb's neck. "You did everything right."
"More than." iTrapped added, sliding his hands down to Caleb's hips. "Still want to feel us both moving in you?"
Caleb nodded slowly, clutching him tighter.
"I just wanna hold you. That's all."
"Then that's what you'll get." Ellernate said simply.
iTrapped shifted beneath him— adjusting, planting his feet— and this time, when he rocked his hips up into Caleb, it was slower. Ellernate followed suit, beginning to move again, careful.
"Good?" iTrapped whispered, kissing his hair.
"Yeah..." Caleb breathed. "Better than good."
They moved together in a slow rhythm— deep, smooth thrusts.
Behind him, Ellernate's breathing had changed— heavier.
"Caleb," Ellernate murmured. "Is it okay if we… speed up?"
He could feel how close Ellernate was— his thrusts had started to press in tighter, cock twitching deep inside him. And beneath him, iTrapped was tense too— arms coiled around his waist, jaw clenched.
Caleb let out a sigh.
Still, he nodded.
And he held iTrapped tighter.
"Go," he whispered. "Do it."
That was all they needed.
Ellernate's grip shifted, both hands now firm on Caleb's hips, holding him steady as he began to thrust harder. That angle again...
iTrapped matched him, rocking up into Caleb, filling him from below as Ellernate pushed in from behind.
And Caleb took it.
Held tight, trembling between them, overwhelmed and moaning softly against iTrapped's neck. He was too sensitive to come again, too exhausted to even try.
He groaned.
"Fuck— Nick," iTrapped hissed, hips jerking hard as he buried himself deep one last time. "Gonna—"
Ellernate's breath caught, his rhythm faltering. Then he slammed in once, twice—
And stilled.
And then came together.
Hot, thick spurts flooded him, pulse after pulse. Caleb let out a groan, eyes fluttering closed as he felt it— felt them inside, filling him, too much. It spilled out of him, dripping down around iTrapped's cock still buried in him, sliding messily down his thighs.
"Oh my God—" Caleb sighed. "I just showered."
iTrapped laughed. "You'll live."
Ellernate pressed one last kiss to the back of Caleb's neck.
"You're full," he murmured. "Overflowing."
No shit.
Caleb whimpered as they slowly pulled out— first iTrapped, then Ellernate. His body clenched involuntarily, mess trailing out.
"Fuck." He muttered, face buried against iTrapped's shoulder, still too limp to even pretend at dignity. "That's disgusting."
"Hot." iTrapped corrected.
Caleb groaned again. "Too tired for round three. I'm done. I'm so done."
"You did good." Ellernate said gently.
Caleb only muttered something incoherent and slurred into iTrapped's chest.
What a mess...