Chapter 1: Midnight Capture
The air in the cramped apartment was thick with the musky scent of sweat and desire, the kind of heat that clung to your skin long after the party had died down. Only four of us remained, sprawled across the worn-out couch and sticky floor, bodies still buzzing from the night’s earlier chaos. I could feel the warmth of skin against skin, the lingering taste of stolen kisses, and the heavy breaths that punctuated the dark. It was intimate, almost sacred—until the door creaked open with a slow, deliberate groan.
In stepped Tobias, stark naked, his presence commanding the room like a predator who’d just spotted prey. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, half-hard but impossibly thick, swaying with every step. In his hand, he held his phone, the camera already on, a wicked grin splitting his face. My heart slammed against my ribs, a mix of shock and raw, unfiltered want coursing through me.
‘I had to come back,’ he drawled, voice dripping with mischief as his dark eyes locked on mine. ‘I’m not missing the chance to film Henrik getting his face painted. Every inch of that pretty mug, drenched for the lens.’
His words hit like a punch, igniting a fire in my core. I trembled, not from fear but from a desperate, aching need. Rising from the couch, I dropped to my knees before him, my gaze flickering between that massive, pulsing cock and the cold, unblinking eye of the camera. I licked my lips, already imagining the weight of him.
‘Please, Tobias…’ My voice was a husky whisper, thick with lust. ‘Give it to me. All of it. I need that huge cock down my throat.’
He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound, and gripped the back of my head with a firm hand, guiding himself closer until the tip brushed my lips. ‘Look up at me while you beg for it again, Henrik.’
My eyes met his, hazy with desire, spit already glistening on my mouth as I parted my lips wider. ‘Please… let me take your cock all the way down my throat.’
A growl rumbled from his chest as he pushed in, slow at first, letting me feel every inch stretch my mouth. The camera tilted down, capturing the way my lips wrapped around him, the way my throat struggled to take him deeper. ‘Fuck, look at this, boys,’ he taunted, glancing at the others still watching, their own hunger evident. ‘He’s begging for my cock, and I’m giving him every damn inch.’
From the corner of my eye, I saw Edvard rise from the sofa, his own hard length in hand, stroking himself as he watched the scene unfold. He stepped closer, his cock glistening with precum, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘Don’t forget me, Henrik. You want me too, don’t you?’
I pulled back from Tobias just enough to let his cock slip free with a wet, obscene sound, panting hard as I turned my heated gaze to Edvard. ‘Hell yes,’ I rasped, my voice raw. ‘Give it to me. I want your cock in my throat, just like his.’
Edvard groaned, his hand cupping my cheek as he dragged the head of his cock across my swollen lips. ‘Goddamn, you’re filthy. Begging for cock like you were made for it. You’re built to be filled, aren’t you?’
Before I could answer, Tobias thrust back in, deeper this time, making me gag as spit dripped down my chin. The camera caught every messy detail, every desperate sound, while his cock throbbed against my throat. ‘That’s it, Henrik,’ he growled, his grin feral. ‘Take it all. I’m filming every second so everyone knows how much you crave this.’
My body burned, sweating and trembling with every push, every word. I was dripping with need, horny beyond reason, and as Edvard edged closer, I knew this was only the beginning of the night’s explosive unraveling.
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