Isaiah lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets in the dim glow of a single bedside lamp, his hand wrapped tight around the thick length of his cock as he stroked in slow, deliberate pulls, hips lifting off the mattress with each pass. "Dylan," he moaned, voice hoarse and needy, thumb circling the slick head while his free hand pinched and tugged at one peaked nipple, sending sparks racing down his spine. The house had quieted around him after the group's heated glances, but faint sounds filtered through the walls—Darren's low grunts and Iyan's answering gasps as they reunited in the next room, bodies slamming together again with wet slaps and bitten-off curses, Reign's jealous breathing audible just beyond as he listened.

The door creaked open and Dylan slipped inside, tall frame silhouetted for a moment before he closed it with a soft click, eyes dark with intent as he watched Isaiah's hand work that big cock. "Couldn't wait for me, could you?" Dylan murmured, stepping closer without touching, his own arousal already straining against his pants. He shed his shirt slowly, revealing the lean muscle of his chest, then unbuttoned his jeans to free his own thick cock, wrapping his stronger grip around it and giving a teasing stroke that made Isaiah's shaft twitch harder in response. Isaiah's moans grew louder as Dylan leaned against the wall, pumping himself openly—long, firm pulls from base to tip, pre-cum glistening under the light—refusing to let Isaiah reach out while he played, hips rolling in a show that had Isaiah's nipples aching and his hole clenching with want.

Dylan's free hand drifted down to tease his own balls, a low moan escaping his lips as he watched Isaiah's desperate strokes, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. "Look at you, so fucking hard just from hearing your name on my lips," Dylan breathed, voice cracking with pleasure as he sped up his own rhythm, the switchy tension building between them like a live wire ready to snap. From down the hall came Summer's soft cries and Lain's answering thrusts, mingling with the renewed rhythm of Darren and Iyan's second round, but Dylan's focus stayed locked on Isaiah, his big cock leaking steadily as he edged himself right there in front of him, building the heat until neither could hold back.

Dylan's rhythm faltered as Isaiah's desperate whine cut through the charged air, his own cock throbbing in his fist while pre-cum slicked his fingers in glistening trails. "Fuck, Isaiah, look at you—needy and leaking all over those sheets," he groaned, voice pitching higher with each stroke, the sound raw and unfiltered as his hips bucked forward involuntarily. Isaiah's hand pumped faster in response, his thick shaft pulsing visibly, but the tension snapped when Dylan finally closed the distance, crashing their mouths together in a heated kiss that tasted of sweat and want. Tongues tangled, teeth nipping, as Dylan climbed onto the bed and straddled Isaiah's thighs, their cocks brushing with electric friction that drew matching moans from both.

They switched without words, Isaiah rolling them so he hovered above, sucking feverishly at Dylan's nipples while his hand wrapped around both their lengths, stroking in tandem. Dylan arched with a loud, slutty moan that echoed off the walls, gripping Isaiah's hair to pull him lower until Isaiah's mouth closed hot and wet around his big cock, sucking with eager, sloppy pulls that made Dylan's thighs tremble. "Yes, just like that—suck it like you mean it," Dylan gasped, fingers tightening as Isaiah bobbed deeper, tongue swirling and teasing the head before he pulled off to kiss his way back up, lips swollen and shiny. Isaiah's own cock twitched untouched against his stomach as he ground down, the switch flipping again when Dylan flipped them, pinning Isaiah's wrists and sucking hard on his sensitive nipples until Isaiah bucked and begged, the room filling with their mingled cries and the wet sounds of shifting bodies chasing release together.

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