Make Me Beg [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 20

Rylan's POV

Kyler was, apparently, very good at multitasking.

It was impressive to feel him slide his fingers deeper inside of me all while keeping Chet's constant need for attention at bay.

My lip was caught between my teeth, trying to stay quiet, as I watched them make out. Kyler's hair was fanned out over my pillow with his head tilted up to kiss Chet.

It wasn't the most comfortable position for Chet to lean down like that, but he was more than happy.

I, on the other hand, felt more than comfortable while straddling Kyler's torso. It gave me an eyeful to look at while he prepped my ass for his c**k.

I felt stretched enough a little while ago but his fingers were long and hitting all the right places, I couldn't be bothered to tell him to stop.

His movements weren't rushed at all, seeming even slow. He was gentle when he slid two fingers past my rim and even gentler when he spread those two fingers apart. It felt like he was fingering me to give me pleasure rather than to prep me but I was hardly complaining.

He knew exactly where and how to touch my prostate and if I thought that was o****m worthy in itself, he knew when to stop.

As much as I liked giving overstimulation, I wasn't the biggest fan of receiving it. As if knowing this, he rubbed my prostate just enough to leave me breathless but not enough to have me shying away from his touch.

Kyler pressed a last kiss to Chet's lips before tilting his head back to me. I felt his fingers pull out a moment later before he rubbed my rim slowly. "You good?"

"Mhm." Before I could reach for the condom and put it on him, he was doing it first. I wanted to protest but my words quickly died in my throat when he sat up and slid his arms around my waist to grab his c**k.

I was reminded again about our size difference when we were basically pressed together and saw that his shoulders were much wider. Big guys are so.. His arms momentarily held me hostage while he slid the condom down his d**k before letting it rest against my ass again.

Unlike Chet, he wasn't shy about groping me. He took when he wanted and in this case, it was my ass. Looking like that, he can have whatever the f**k he wants from me. Considering how much he stared at it, holding my ass must've finally felt rewarding.

I could relate. All those daydreams I've had about him f*****g me prepared me for what's about to happen.

When I felt his tip slide past my rim, I only wanted to push down and take the entire thing. When he was close to bottoming out, I was quickly rethinking my decisions.

Holy f**k he's big- How did Chet take this in one go?

While Kyler and Chet were pretty matched in length, Kyler felt a lot thicker. My poor ass.

Before I could mentally question if Chet was actually a virgin or not, I was distracted with his hips finally pressing into my thighs.

Kyler took one of his hands off my thighs to grab the bottle of lube. He must've noticed the slight discomfort on my face since he sat up and reached behind me again. "Ah." The lube was cold against my ass but I was silently grateful he noticed, I doubt I would've asked him to wait.

"Is this better?" He checked while slowly running his fingers over my stretched rim. "I should've stretched you more, I'm sorry."

"It's not that." I denied before sucking in a breath, not expecting it to feel this good. "I'm prepped, you're just really big."

Chet curiously tilted his head over to see what Kyler's hands were doing. Noticing he was basically just playing with my rim, his ears flicked with interest. His tail gave a slow wag behind him while he watched us and it was oddly hot to see him stare so much.

I honestly wasn't sure how Chet would react to Kyler and I together but so far, it's been really well. Kyler's told me he gets jealous easily but that didn't seem to apply to either of us. I was almost curious to see who exactly it applied to.

When I was fully relaxed and felt the twinges of pain leave, I pressed my hands into Kyler's chest so he'd lay down again. "I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." I pecked his lips, not able to stop myself since he was so close, and then patted his chest. 

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Kyler, once again, got to show off how well he was at multitasking.

As well as I thought I was at it, I couldn't seem to think of anything else but his d**k in my ass, f*****g me. "Shit." I moaned breathlessly. "You're so fuckin' big."

Kyler groaned lowly but couldn't exactly respond, not when his head was titled to the side with Chet's c**k down his throat.

Chet was easily settled with kisses every now while he watched but there was no reason to leave him out when we both had perfectly capable mouths and hands. Kyler took it upon himself to coax Chet over and absolutely surprised him when he opened his mouth for Chet's d**k.

It was adorable to hear his choked moan and judging from how Kyler pulsed inside me, he liked it too.

I wanted to tease him that he's now gotten a b*****b from both of us but I was too focused on f*****g myself on Kyler's c**k. Pressing my hands flat onto his stomach, I couldn't even take the time to admire how hard it felt, so defined from years of working out.

God, I can feel him everywhere. With a breathy sigh, I sank back down and felt him fill me to the brim.

It was even hotter that he wasn't just laying there and making me do all the work. I've had to deal with that so many times in the past and it got tiring real quick.

Along with sucking Chet off, he had a firm grip on my hip, guiding my ass back and forth on his c**k. It helped my thighs not burn as much and let me actually focus on the pleasure and not on how quick I can get him to finish so I can stop.

Fuck, I love big guys.

Absolutely refusing to even try f*****g into Kyler's mouth, Chet took whatever Kyler gave him with a blissful expression. God- they're so cute, I wanna sit on their faces.

Kyler's c**k would do for now. Next time I'll sit on his face.

Sliding my hand up Kyler's chest, I let myself lean forward so I could gain Chet's attention. "Give me a kiss, baby."

He seemed overjoyed by my sudden attention and immediately leaned over to close the gap. Cupping the back of his neck, I pulled him even closer and faintly heard Kyler groan.

Ah- Chet's d**k must've slid even further down his throat when he moved, my bad. To apologize, I pressed further down on his c**k and made my walls tighter. He groaned again but this time, out of pleasure.

Cute- so receptive.

"How's it feel?" I mumbled against his lips. "Is it good?"

Moaning into my mouth, he nodded. "So good, it's really warm."

"Yeah?" I mused. "He's being real good to us, isn't he?"

"Yeah." He breathed out. "You feel good too?"

Pressing one last to kiss to his lips, I squeezed his chin and pulled back to properly ride Kyler. "Mhm, really good. You know how this feels, don't you, baby? He's so big."

Chet glanced down at Kyler and chewed at his lip for a moment. "..I like it."

Wanting to hear him say it, "What do you like?"

"How big he is.." He mumbled. "It makes me feel smaller than I am."

Ignoring how cute that was, I focused on how Kyler's d**k twitched inside me. Instead of telling Chet I think Kyler likes it too, I focused on my own pleasure, feeling myself start to get so worked up.

Fuck, he keeps rubbing right into my prostate. The pleasure was overwhelming in the best ways. It was hard to keep my moans quiet, especially when his c**k pulsed inside me like this.

He's so big, his d**k dragged against my insides as I lifted myself up before plunging right back in. It had a moan tearing from my throat, too worked up from how good it felt.

I momentarily lost my focus when I heard Chet whimper. Looking up, I saw Kyler reach under him so he could run his fingers over his rim.

Now stimulated from both sides, Chet panted softly with pleasure. He looked like he could c*m again any second and I could relate.

I expected him to c*m soon but Kyler only had to finger him for a minute more and Chet was shaking with another o****m. "Mm-" Not wanting to swallow his c*m, Kyler slid Chet's d**k out his mouth while steadily fingering him.

Not able to avoid it, I watched as Chet came on his face.

It wasn't until his o****m had subsided that he realized what he did. "I'm sorry." He quickly rushed out as he frantically went to wipe Kyler's face with his hand.

When it was pretty much gone, Kyler tilted his face away. "It's fine."

Chet and I both paused when we heard his voice. It was extremely hoarse and sounded like he just had a d**k shoved down his throat. I think Chet was a little nicer when he did it, but basically.

Hot.

Kyler squeezed his thigh a last time before finally letting his gaze focus on me. His eyes trailed over my body before stopping on my d**k. My tip was pearling with precum and flushing pink with pleasure, basically begging to be touched.

Kyler didn't disappoint. Though, instead of grabbing my c**k like I thought he would, he gripped my hips and sat up.

I didn't expect him to roll me over on my back but I definitely wasn't complaining. As much as I liked being on top, something about Kyler had me wanting to be on the bottom while greedily taking anything he gave me.

Big guys really are my weakness.

If I thought he felt big before, it was nothing compared to when he f****d me in this position. He felt even deeper and bigger before, I couldn't contain my moans.

"Shit." I breathed out when his hips slapped into my thighs again.

His hands were cupping my outer thighs as he sank his c**k into my ass over and over, almost at a brutal pace. If I knew he could f**k like this I wouldn't have ever offered to ride him-

My stomach jerked as I watched his c**k pull out to the tip and slam back in me. "f**k-" My back arched with a sharp moan, "I'm gonna c*m soon."

He groaned lowly and just before I thought it couldn't get any better, he bottomed out and grabbed my leg. Guiding one of my legs over his shoulders, he leaned down until he was just a few inches away and continued to f**k me like he didn't get even deeper.

"You're so big, oh my god-" I rambled, practically losing my mind from the constant stimulation on my prostate.

Needing to hold onto something, I slid my arms around his neck and he took the opportunity to close the gap and kiss me. It was a messy, uncoordinated kiss but as I felt him groan into my mouth, I couldn't bring myself to give a f**k.

"Been wanting do this for a while." He breathed against my lips. "You're a lot tighter than I thought."

"Mm?" My stomach clenched, feeling myself so close to an o****m. "You thought about f*****g me?"

"All the time."

Fuck- "Me too." My hips raised, trying to get impossibly closer as I licked into his mouth. "It's better than I thought." He groaned in agreement and thrusted into me sharply.

Sucking in a breath, I clenched around him tightly. "Ah- yeah. Right there." If I noticed I was doing it, I might've felt a little bad about scratching up his back. But since I didn't, I continued to dig my fingers into his back while he f****d me relentlessly. "I'm gonna c*m-"

He didn't think twice before grabbing my d**k to jerk me off. The movements were a little shaky but I still pressed my hips up to f**k into his hand, chasing anything that felt good at this point.

When I came, I almost felt dizzy from how intense it was. I could feel my balls tighten before my d**k was pulsing with an o****m.

He jerked me off the entire time and dragged out my o****m while I shot rope after rope of c*m onto my stomach. Even when my balls were empty and my d**k twitched from sensitivity, he jerked me off.

"Stop-" I moaned helplessly and pushed at his hand.

His eyes were heavy as he stared down at me and dug his finger into my slit. It had a sharp gasp falling from my mouth while my back arched into him. I'm not gonna beg, I'm not gonna beg, I don't beg- "Please-" I breathed out, not able to stop my body from twitching with sensitivity. "f**k- it's so much."

Eventually, when I felt like on the verge of tears, he stopped rubbing my tip and let go altogether. 

Noticing my hostile stare, he let out a breathless chuckle and squeezed my chin. "Don't look too mad."

Thinking he was going to pull out, I relaxed into the bed but almost immediately went rigid when he leaned up, gripped my hips tightly, and pulled me forward to thrust his c**k inside.

"What-"

"Why didn't you tell me he felt so good, Chet?" Chet perked from the attention but Kyler's eyes were steady on me. "I would've f****d him a lot sooner."

I take back everything nice I ever said about him.

"You're a f*****g-" Before I could call him an asshole, he thrusted directly into my prostate, causing my mouth to go slack with a moan.

"I'm a what?" He mused. Instead of answering, I tried staring at him blankly. It wasn't working so well, especially not when he pulled out to my rim, only to thrust right back in. "You think I'm being mean?"

Chet looked really interested all of a sudden and I mentally told myself to scold him for enjoying this later.

Kyler turned towards Chet. "Am I being mean?"

Chet's mouthed opened before quickly closing. His eyes trailed over to me before watching Kyler's c**k disappear inside me over and over. "..I like when you do that.."

Anything nice I ever said about big guys were all lies.

"Why are you pretending not to like it? You're hard."

"Shut up." I moaned pitifully. "I can't help it."

"You can say you like it, it's okay." Kyler bottomed out and ground his hips into me with a soft moan. "God, you're still so tight. I'm gonna c*m soon."

I hated that I didn't want him to c*m yet. Instead of the previous sensitivity I felt, I was starting to feel my own o****m start to build. Of course, I would never tell him this.

When Kyler did eventually c*m, he let out a low groan and gripped my thighs tightly. Wanting to get his c**k impossibly deeper, he pressed me closer and gave short, little thrusts inside my ass.

As he filled up the condom, I silently wondered what it would feel like if he wasn't wearing one. Maybe next time-

Even through the condom, I could feel his c**k pulse and he spilled into the rubber. It was warm and I was suddenly a lot more desperate to have him f**k me raw and paint my insides with his c*m.

Next time.

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I needed to shower but for right now, wiping the lube out of my ass would do. My shower's only so big so I gave them a bag of wipes to use as they pleased. Was it the most sanitary? No, but it did the job.

After washing my hands and ruffling my hair back into my place, I gave myself one last look in the mirror. The shower's suddenly looking a lot more tempting.

Before I could actually ditch them to shower, I opened the bathroom door and was about to head back to my room but quickly froze.

Chet was leaning against the wall, completely scaring me shitless from how close he was. "Holy s**t-" I stared at him while my heart raced. "You scared the f**k out of me. What're you doing?"

His head titled while he stared down at me. "I was waiting for you."

I tried to mentally comprehend why but couldn't think of a single reason as to why he would. Instead of questioning it, I grabbed his hand and started to lead him back to my room. "Did you listen to me piss?"

"No?" He looked confused about why I would even think that was a possibility. "I was just waiting for you."

Why, why, why.

Back in my room, I looked around when I didn't see Kyler. "Where's Kyler?"

"He said he was gonna smoke." Chet sat on my bed as his ears twitched. Not a lot could stop Chet from being around Kyler, but apparently smoke could.

Glancing towards my door, I hesitated. "..I'm gonna go get him."

His head titled up. "You're leaving?"

"He probably doesn't have an ashtray so I was just gonna get him one."

"Oh." He nodded like that made sense, even if I made that bullshit up from the top of my head. "You'll be right back?"

"Yeah." I promised. He looked like he didn't want me to go but he still nodded and relaxed back into the bed.

Finding Kyler was easy. Much like his apartment, mine had a balcony too.

When I slid the door opened, he glanced back and I was left surprised that he wasn't smoking. He had a cigarette and lighter in his hand but they were just sitting there. "Not smoking?"

"I don't know." He turned towards me and leaned back against the railing. "Maybe. I'm trying not to but.." He trailed off but I understood, having dealt with the intense cravings myself.

If we weren't dating and I didn't know he was trying to quit, I wouldn't have grabbed the cigarette from him. But because we were and I could vividly remember all those times I went days without smoking only to mess up one time, I knew he'd feel like s**t afterwards.

Leaving the lighter, I leaned right next to him. "It's cold."

He stared at the cigarette in my hand for a moment before looking away. "Yeah."

"Can I ask you something about Chet?"

"Yeah, sure. What about him?"

I wasn't exactly sure how to word it because I didn't exactly know what I was trying to ask. "Do you know if maybe he has, like, attachment issues? Or anything like that?"

His gaze returned to me. "Did he do something?"

"Does he?" I asked again, taking note that he wasn't surprised or confused about the question at all. He didn't even say no, he immediately asked a question in response. "It's fine if he does, I'm just wondering."

"We've never talked about it so I'm not sure."

"Okay." I nodded. "Do you think he does?"

He took longer to answer this time. "I'm not sure. Did he do something to make you think that?"

I've never told Kyler about any of the past instances about Chet lying to me or showing up at my workplace and I highly doubted Chet did. So instead of revealing them, "No."

It was silent for a moment while we both just stood there. "...Sometimes he can get clingy but not in a bad way. He wasn't like that when he was just my client but it started happening after he moved in and we spent more time together."

Before I could respond, "But he means well and he's a good kid." He talked to me like he was defending Chet, like there was something to defend.

"I never thought he wasn't. I just noticed he's been wanting to see me more and more lately, like you said."

"Alright." He still seemed wary. "When he likes someone, he likes them hard. He doesn't mean.. I don't think he means anything bad by his actions. It can come across a certain way but he's only doing it because he thinks it's right."

I stared at him, a little unsure about what to say. "I feel like we're talking about different things."

"I don't know." He ruffled his hair back with a sigh. "Just.. don't think badly of him."

"Why would I? He's my boyfriend too."

"I know, that's why I don't want you to think badly about him.

"..Did you know he came to my job?"

He hesitated, "I talked to him about it. He won't do it again." I thought he was ignorant, but he was just ignoring it. I wasn't sure what kind of face I was making but it promoted him to say, "He really likes you. He worries a lot if you'll still like him even if he does nothing. So if it starts getting too much for you, just talk to him about it."

"Talk about what? You're making it seem like I'm gonna hate him or something. I'm not a douche, if he has issues it's fine. I just need to know about it."

"I honestly don't know if he has 'issues' or not. I've never talked about it with him. I'm just saying from my experiences with him, some of the stuff he does can come off as..." He trailed off, trying to find the right word.

"Obsessive?"

"No- he's not, it's just.." He trailed off again, "Yeah, I guess. He doesn't mean anything bad by it, that's just his way of liking people."

"I don't think it's bad either." I told him, slowly starting to get a little irritated. "He could do anything and I'll still like him. If he can't help it, which is what you're basically saying, then he can't help it. I don't give a f**k about that. I care that you knew he could get like that and you never told me."

Continuing, "Who else is supposed to tell me? You're pretty much saying he doesn't know what he's doing can come off as obsessive. But you knew and didn't tell me. Don't you think I was a little put off that he waited outside my job for two hours, more than once?"

"He did it again?"

"That's not the point."

He ruffled his hair again and I quickly picked up that he must do it when he's unsure about what to say.

"You're right, I'm sorry." He looked conflicted. "I don't wanna talk badly about him but I don't know how to explain to people without it coming across that way. Unless you've experienced it, it's hard to understand that he doesn't do it purposely and it's only because he likes you. I know it's still not normal but he's.."

"Okay, I understand why you didn't." I cut him off since he was unsure about what to say anyways. "So you think he has a mental health problem?"

"I'm not gonna diagnose him or anything but probably." He finally admitted. "I know I keep saying it but he really, really doesn't mean any harm by what he does. It doesn't affect anyone else either, usually it's only me and now you."

"Okay." I mumbled, already have expected this answer. "Chet's probably wondering where we are so we should go back inside. But last thing- I didn't ask because I was creeped out by him or anything. He hasn't done much. I just wanted to understand why he was doing those things and I don't want to have a misunderstanding with him one day because of it. I like him a lot so I want to understand him more and help him if he does struggle with a mental illness."

"I'm sorry." He apologized again. "I know I should've told you."

"Yeah, you should've." I elbowed him in the side, not wanting to see him upset. "It's not like he killed someone or something. He just likes us a lot, yeah? It's not a big deal."

Sliding the door open, "You really don't think it's a big deal?"

"No." I answered, waiting to step in so Chet wouldn't hear us. "If it's like you said and he doesn't do it purposely, then we should be understanding of that. I don't think we should just let whatever happens, happen either. If what he does is too much, we'll let him know."

He eyed me. "You're surprisingly calm about him stalking you."

"I don't really think of it as stalking. He only showed up at my job twice, that's really all he's done. It's not that big of a deal, he's still him, y'know? I don't think he should be treated differently."

Even if his actions came off a little obsessive sometimes, Chet was already one of the nicest boyfriends I've had. He treats me extremely well, constantly shows me affection, and he's a sweet person overall. That's a lot more than I can say for my exes.

Helping him with any possible mental health issues paled in comparison to how well he treats me.

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hey besties i'm never writing smut again

okay bye ily,

maddie