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“You sure about this?” Abe had to ask, it was polite, he was polite, he was…probably drunk, honestly, but when isn’t he? Right, he’s—
“he’s the one who asked, dick,”
A hand dropped onto his shoulder, reminding Abe that they weren’t alone. His skin goose-bumped where Dark had touched him, the man already moving on, his gaze trained on the person Abe was here for.
“Boys, boys, don’t fight,” Wil wiggled his shoulders, “make love, not war,”
Dark huffed, but his eyes softened around the edges. Abe knew what love looked like, and Dark didn’t seem far off. It’s no wonder that Wil asked if he could join, maybe he knew and wanted to make Dark jealous, or maybe he just had a thing for messy love triangles. Not that it mattered, Abe would’ve agreed to anything, if Wil had asked.
Wil leaned up on his elbows, spreading his legs wider, making room for Dark to join them. He was splayed out on Abe’s desk, legs hanging over the edge, open and drawing his eye to the delicate lingerie set he was wearing. Dark propped his hands on either side of Wil’s body, leaning closer, but not close enough to touch. Abe could see the way Wil’s eyes glittered. He always did love a challenge.
“Are you going to behave?” Abe could barely hear Dark’s growl over the ringing in his ears. The notes that filtered past his rampant tinnitus made him shiver, though. There was something about his ever-present rasp that made his knees a little weak. He understood why Wil thought he’d like him. He did like him. He liked him a lot.
“Are you gonna make me?” Wil tried to dart forward to steal a kiss, but Dark’s reflexes were faster. One of his…friends? Glitches? Astral projections? Shot forward and pushed Wil down, it’s hand crackling and fazing through skin where it was pressing into his chest. It was so fast, so violent, he didn’t notice when Dark addressed him directly, left to play catch-up.
“h—what?” Abe’s breath caught in his chest; his eyes homed in on the red energy passing over Wil’s lace-covered chest. It was almost vulgar, the way it bled into his skin, dying whatever it touched a crackling crimson.
“I said,” Dark turned towards him, his void-black eyes crinkling at the edges, “why don’t we teach him a lesson,”
His voice was overlayed with another, lighter but twice as menacing. Red fizzed and popped around him like a halo from hell. It made Abe feel stronger, somehow. He nodded.
“Yeah,” he drawled, tugging Wil closer by the legs, making him yelp, “I think prettyboy here needs to learn his place,”
Dark smiled, a dreadful, sadistic thing that sent waves of excitement down Abe’s spine.
“Still got those handcuffs on you?” he asked.
“Yeah, but he can just pop out of them, right?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” he glanced at Wil, “he’ll keep them on,”
Wil tugged on the handcuffs, testing their durability. Strong, tight, standard police issue, if a few decades old. They’d be a piece of cake to get out of, but that wasn’t what he was testing them for, no, he had other plans.
His head lolled back, eyes fluttering closed. He liked this bit, the set-up, the foreplay, whatever you want to call it; when all eyes were on him, all the focus dedicated to making him feel good.
“Look at him,” Abe’s voice rumbled around him, “all relaxed,”
“we’ll see how long that lasts,” Dark’s voice was, well, darker. He could feel something else in the reverb, but he was too far away to hear it clearly.
His vision fluttered back when he felt a warm hand slide up his thigh, pausing to snap the band of his stockings on their way. Another hand on his chin kept him from looking down, though. Instead, Dark held his gaze, leaning over the back of the chair Wil was strapped to.
He clucked his teeth disapprovingly.
“Eyes up or shut, dear, let him work,” one hand stayed under his chin, the other tracing down his throat, splaying over his lingerie top, his thumb hooking under the lace.
“Or what,” Wil bit his lip, knowing damn well what a pretty picture he was painting.
Dark sighed, his eyebrows drawing together in feigned disappointment. His hand dropped from Wil’s chest, reaching for Abe instead.
“If you won’t listen, then we’ll leave,” his eyes glittered, “I’m sure we could keep ourselves entertained,”
Wil didn’t need to look down to know Abe was flushed. He bit back the self-gratifying remark he so desperately wanted to make. He knew they’d hit it off.
Dark had moved back a step, but Wil could still feel a hand under his chin. Red crept into the corners of his vision, slipping over his cheeks, filling his senses like a bad nosebleed.
“Hello, darling,” Wil sighed, closing his eyes when he felt sharp nails burn half-moons at the nape of his neck.
Dark tch’ed above him and the heat faded, replaced by a cold glare.
“Aww,” Wil pouted, “it was just getting interesting,”
“Well, if you’re bored,” Abe’s breath fanned over the inside of Wil’s thigh, “maybe this’ll entertain you,”
Wil’s chest hitched, his nails digging into his wrists. He tried to look down, to catch a glimpse, a warning, a teaser of what was about to happen to him, but Dark grabbed a handful of hair, yanking his head back.
His skull banged against the back of Abe’s desk chair, punching a gasp from his chest.
“Eyes. Up.” He growled.
“But—” Wil was cut off by another yank.
“So noisy,” Dark bit, “maybe this’ll shut you up,”
Wil’s eyes rolled back in his head when he felt two fingers press against his lips. They pushed in easily, his tongue flattened and ready.
“Suck.” Dark ordered, and Wil was all too willing to obey. He was trying to get them deeper when he felt breath between his legs again, this time accompanied by more fingers, pulling his lingerie aside.
He whined when he felt warm air hit his hole, the wet probing of tongue making him choke around Dark’s fingers.
“Shh, that’s it,” Dark cooed. His eyes were lidded and rich when Wil tried to look at him, “just take it, there you go,” Tears mixed with spit mixed with sweat and he couldn’t stop feeling.
Lace rubbed at his dick and his nipples, catching on the latter’s piercings and making the former all the more sensitive. He could feel Abe’s hands, his large, strong hands, kneading his ass in time with the thrusts of his tongue; and then there was his own tongue, lax and pliable, unable to keep pace with Dark’s fingers fucking his throat.
And it still wasn’t enough.
“How’s he look?” Dark’s voice cut through the haze building in his mind, making his body perk up.
“Mm,” Abe pulled back, “gettin’ there, you wanna go?”
“Yes, trade me,”
For a brief moment, no one was touching him. Wil squirmed, debating popping out of the cuffs so he could finally give his dick some attention. Dark beat him to it, a palm sliding over his crotch when he kneeled between his legs. Wil’s body arched towards the touch, groaning when the hand pulled back.
Dark snorted.
“Needy, are we?” he teased.
Before he could answer, Abe spoke up.
“Let’s move him to the couch, wanna fuck his mouth,”