Ivo barely had the time to make sense of Vice's words before Davi was mouthing gently at the head of his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath at the teasing heat of Davi's tongue, laving the slit like he was trying to coax precum out of it.
Davi's eyes were closed, sooty eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Ivo's fingers dug into his scalp at the sight. He was so concentrated, as if bringing Ivo pleasure was the most important thing in his life.
Vice's rapid breathing behind him was a distraction, as was the insistent pressure of his cock. Ivo shifted around, making it more comfortable for Vice to grind up between his cheeks. He sighed in satisfaction at finding an angle that worked for the two of them.
Vice bit his earlobe playfully. "Little slut. I know what you want."
Moments later, Ivo felt a thumb pressing against his entrance. Davi was holding on to his hip with one hand and reaching between his legs with the other.
This is still oddly sweet, but I promise the heat level is going to go up uwu