Final Fantasy VII, Kadaj/Yazoo/Loz, three of a kind
Kadaj arched in the center of the bed, his skin slick and sweaty, breathless moans escaping him.
Across the room, Yazoo was splayed over Loz’s lap, penetrated and filled, his head tilted back and staring toward the ceiling with distant eyes, his hands dangling almost uselessly toward the floor. Loz’s mouth was attached to his neck, large hands holding his thighs spread wide even as he shifted his cock in and out of his brother.
When he adjusted his angle just so, Yazoo and Kadaj moaned in unison.
One of Kadaj’s hands flew down finally to curl around his cock, gripping and pulling with just the right amount of force, his other hand teasing through the sparse silver hair that surrounded his sex before shifting to cup and toy with his balls. The sensation of Yazoo’s body around him was coupled with the illusion of Loz within him, and the other two twitched at the additional stimulation from him.
“Kiss,” he gasped, a request, a command. They obeyed without question, without thought, and then all three of them were twitching and shuddering as climax rushed through them, doubled and tripled from the other two brothers, until it reached the height and let them fall, all together.