Tintin gets up and bends over the bed, his cock and cunt leaving separate wet spots on the covers.

There's the sound of typing from behind him, and a muttered incantation, and then there's a cock rubbing up against Tintin's pussy.

And then there's another cock, rubbing up against his asshole.

Tintin cranes his neck, bewildered.

This action lets him see Ari, one hand stroking his cock, and the other hand stroking a second cock that sprouts from amidst his pubic hair.

He lets go of the upper cock to reach for a bottle of lube, which he starts fingering into Tintin's ass. "I thought it seemed like a waste to only fuck one of your holes," he explains. "And this is the Rose Bowers."

Tintin would respond to this, but he's too busy moaning at the feeling of Ari's fingers exploring his hole.

"Oh, you like that?" Ari's fingers curl downwards, seeking out Tintin's prostate.

"Yes, s-sir - oh - fuck, please fuck me, please," he babbles.

Ari can hardly refuse such a polite request.

He lines himself back up with Tintin's holes. "If it starts to hurt, stop me, alright?"

"Yes, sir - please -"

"Have some patience."

Slowly, he pushes in. Tintin's pussy is more accommodating, Ari's cockhead slipping between his folds with no real resistance. But Ari carefully guides his cock into Tintin's asshole as well, and the blunt head stretches him open.

Tintin is barely able to think. It feels like Ari can't possibly fit, twice over, and yet, impossibly, he does. It doesn't even hurt - well, his cunt is aching, but he can't tell if it's the stretching or just his need.

The noises he is making are desperate, numerous, and uncontrollable.

"Good boy," Ari murmurs. "You're taking me so well - so tight - such a good boy -"

He eventually bottoms out, his hips pressing against Tintin's cheeks and staying there for a good few seconds. "How's that?" he asks.

"God - fuck - please - harder -"

Ari can go harder. He withdraws a few inches, pushes back in, finds a rhythm. It's a little bit tricky to work with two cocks, but he knows what he's doing.

Tintin loves it. He ruts desperately against the sheets, whines and pants and, finally, shudders around Ari's cocks -

and shoots one, two, three ropes of cum over the bed. "Oh," he moans.

"Congratulations," Ari manages. Then, driven over the edge by the spasms, he pumps a massive load into Tintin's holes.

He collapses onto the bed beside Tintin, still buried in his pussy and his ass, and draws him into a hug.

Tintin feels Ari's seed deep inside him. It makes him feel warm, and happy, and - wanted.

He snuggles up and enjoys the afterglow.

Ari eventually mumbles "d'you want to clean up? Gonna get - sticky."

"I suppose."

"Alright. Hup!"

Ari removes himself from Tintin's holes, then picks him up without significant effort and carries him to the bathroom.

Oh! Okay, this is happening! Okay!

Tintin nuzzles his face into Ari's chest.

"You like it when I carry you, huh?"

Ari turns the shower on and steps in. The water's not icy, but it's a lot cooler than most would prefer. Ari sighs happily.

Tintin shivers a bit.

"- oh, right, normal people."

Ari turns the temperature up until it's not-quite-warm rather than not-quite-freezing. "Better?"

Tintin nods.