Ruslan Angelo shoves Mystery Man onto the bed, Brandon Vel’s knuckles whitening around the bottle of lube as their eyes lock—too long. Ruslan’s chuckle is razor-edged, peeling off his jeans to free the thick, uncut cock he knows Brandon Vel’s been side-eyeing all night. Mystery Man spreads obediently between them, but the real heat crackles as Ruslan Angelo grips Brandon Vel’s jaw, forcing their gazes to hold. “Quit pretending,” he growls, slamming Brandon Vel’s hand onto Mystery Man’s throat. “You want this cock—not his.”

Brandon Vel’s restraint snaps. He tackles Ruslan Angelo onto the mattress, crashing their mouths together in a bruising kiss as Mystery Man scrambles beneath them. Ruslan Angelo flips Brandon Vel onto all fours, lubing his hole roughly while Brandon Vel sinks his own throbbing length into Mystery Man’s throat.

Double penetration—Ruslan Angelo sheathes himself in Brandon Vel’s tight heat at the same moment Brandon Vel buries into Mystery Man’s ass. The rhythm’s savage, synced, Brandon Vel’s moans swallowed by Mystery Man’s desperate gagging. Ruslan Angelo grips Brandon Vel’s hips, drills deeper, harder, until the bedframe cracks against the wall.

They cum together—Ruslan Angelo’s load flooding Brandon Vel’s guts as Brandon Vel pumps his own release into Mystery Man’s quivering hole. Panting, Ruslan Angelo slaps Brandon Vel’s ass, lips grazing his ear: “Knew you’d break first.”