| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tA sharp gasp and a whine backed by the sound of slow and measured panting—that's the sound that signals Max's knot popping out of Chase's well abused hole. The rest of Max's impressive girth follows to paint the last dregs of his orgasm across his brother's arched back. There's a moment of relative silence aside from the heavy breaths that push out from the boys' lungs. "Nice and wrecked. That’s much better," Max says with a hint of smugness. He reaches forward to spread apart the peach that he just demolished—only a gaping hole stares back and a weak whimper sounds from the other side as copious globs of Max’s seed drool and leak down the back of Chase’s balls. "M-Max?" Skye says with a meek voice. He's been beside them the whole time, on all fours in a similar "face down, ass up" position to Chase—forced to watch and listen to Chase get absolutely dominated by his little brother. Max brings an open palm down against Skye's ass, "You. Stay." he growls. Skye obeys, his head whipping back forward while he gives an affirmative whimper. He silently maintains his position, clearly anxious as his ears track the shifting drawers and movement behind him. That silence breaks from a yip, the instant that he feels Max's touch. "Wow, you really liked being next to all that, huh?" Max giggles. His hand wraps around the already firm and throbbing erection that hangs between Skye's thighs. Max slowly traces the length with his palm then looks towards Chase and back again, "Whaat? You're totally bigger than Chase! How come you're not the top?" A comment which provokes a discontent whimper from his brother. "I just, I just—" Skye’s voice begins to crack, “...I like being on the bottom!" His pitch raises up an octave as Max slides his still hard shaft between Skye’s cheeks, the tip threatening to slip right in as it trails up to the base of Skye’s tail. The shiver up his spine makes his body stiff—given that he was already being fucked before Max walked in, he’s still rather sensitive to touch. “My brother does too! But he still tries to pretend like he can top.” “M-Max…Shut up!” Chase complains, though it's barely audible through his heavy panting. Max puts on a pondering scowl, “But you told me you wanted me to say stuff like this!” “Yeah but… not in front of Skye.” “Well too bad!” Max lets out a defiant huff as he starts to grind against the teen in front of him, “Guess you should’ve thought about that before you went and had fun without me!” Max grips the base of his cock and guides it up and down Skye’s taint—prompting soft whines to escape his muzzle every time he feels it threaten to slip inside, “Now Skye gets to see why you always wanna bend over for me~” Max emits a soft growl, finally aligning his tip to Skye’s slightly used hole. And as Max begins to smoothly push his hips forward—Skye’s hands grip the top of his muzzle in a futile attempt to hold back the blissful moan that pushes from his lungs. The first of many, many more...\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t