Gabe, his arms wrapped tight around Noah from behind, shifted his hips, no longer grinding between his legs, but pushing the head of his cock between Noah’s cheeks. Noah shifted, too, trying to help Gabe line himself up. He felt the head of Gabe’s cock against his anus and shuddered. “Yes, please,” he moaned softly.
Gabe pressed his lips against the back of Noah’s neck and began to push forward, his hands on Noah’s hips. Noah’s own wetness was enough lubricant for Gabe to enter him painlessly, though he was large enough to stretch Noah quite a bit. Jack held still while Gabe sank in, not doing anything, just being there against Noah, until Gabe had pushed into the hilt. He ground his own hips forward then, his cock rubbing against Noah’s stomach. “Does he feel good in you, hmm?” said Jack.