Of all the times Anna had seen Mitchel and Ronan go at it, he had never taken this much initiative before. His grip was weak as shit. The cock only slowly pushed itself in his boyfriend. Mitchel did not care about the rhythm at all when inside of his boyfriend. And no one could forget the signature goofy face he made as he flopped all of his weight down on Ronan's back. Until Anna had taught everyone about Fever Time, he just went one round and was done. Even after learning about it, he would barely make through a single session of it before blowing all his load. This was a different person. It was not that he was not capable of doing a good job. Anthony was another beta male and he could do it. Reid, Reilly and Rhys were all omega males. They could do it better than him. Anna was a beta female that suffered a 50% penalty for not having a cock. She was the master at it. There was nothing wrong with Mitchel. He simply gave out trash cock because he was lazy and did not care to do better. Ronan loved whatever he gave him. This was very different. It just had to be.
Rhythm was crucial for the minigame. Anna made sure to drive that home in everyone's heads. Mitchel was able to find one and stick to it. Ronan was not used to such a vigorous love making session. Unfortunately, a lack of practice led to a lack of results. He had the stats of a pro athlete. Anna was not surprised that he could start out strong with deep thrusts, stroking as far as he could go. Ronan was perfectly in position. However, he had never tried improving his performance or his sexual stamina. It was great that he was actually trying, but that did not mean he was a stud all of a sudden. Getting to position 2 a minute before the end of Fever Time was pathetic. That meant he was missing the timing on most of his thrusts. Still, Ronan loved Mitchel. When the beta lifted his thigh up for the first time in their relationship, Ronan came. It made the jaws of the alphas drop. Mitchel made his goofy face, but he was able to catch himself to keep from flopping like a dweeb. His arms were shaking like they could give out at any second. Ronan came again from the pounding.
Lovey-dovey, simultaneous orgasm aside, Mitchel had actually done really poorly at this. Ronan was only so happy because this was the best sex they ever had. It was honestly a crying shame. To be fair to him, 3 orgasms was a record performance. It was also 3 more than either alpha thought was possible for a beta male going into this. There was still time left before 6. Mitchel had to take a moment for himself to get ready for a round 2. This was where things fell apart. Old habits died hard and he was too tired or too overconfident to fix them. His grip was so limp wristed, he was barely holding Ronan's grip. He could not find the rhythm at all. Mitchel was too tired after busting his nut. Ronan had to throw his ass back on Mitchel to even keep the minigame going. The beta male only reached the end before blowing his second load balls deep in his boyfriend. Mitchel's face was even more ridiculous before he flopped onto Ronan's back. He actually fell asleep from the pleasure and exertion. When he began to snore, Simon and Owen laughed. Anna shook her head.
