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He’s crying. Big fat tears rolling down his rosy cheeks and Tommy can’t do anything but stare.
“T-Tommy, he - ah!“ His entire body jolted forward with every thrust, harsh and brutal, gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles went white. “H-help, ngh.” His lips fell lax with a long moan, cheek falling against the sheets as Billy chuckled.
“Quit scaring him, Stevie.” Billy grabbed at his hair roughly and tugged to turn his head until Steve’s wet brown eyes met his. He rolled his hips with a sharp snap last second and Steve whined. “Bitch.” He laughed breathlessly and shoved his head back down into the sheets.
Blue eyes flicked up to Tommy’s wide ones and he smirked.
“Ignore him. He likes acting like a damsel.” Steve groaned and Billy held the back of his neck to keep him in place as he continued to drive into him. “He wants to be saved, it’s fucking adorable.”
“Y-you…” Tommy’s icy stomach churned with a conflicting heat. “A-are you fucking ra…?” He can’t get the word out, but Billy seemed to understand because he just laughed.
“Oh no, no, he likes it. Don’t you, Stevie?” He dug his fingers back into his hair and yanked his head back so hard it made Tommy flinch. “Go on, tell Tommy how much you love it, baby.”
“F-fu- ngh!” Steve’s eyes rolled back as Billy twisted his fingers, grinding his cock against his prostate, Steve’s cheeks stained with the salt of his fallen tears.
“See? He loves it.” Billy purred, taking the lobe of his ear between his teeth and delighting in Steve’s small squeal when he tugged and dug into the fleshy skin. “You always wanted it like this, didn’t you, baby?”
He latched his lips onto the skin of his neck, sucking bruising hickeys into his throat, biting and not bothering to soothe the marks with spit. God, Steve was squeezing him like a fucking vice.
“Always wanted someone to catch us.” He spoke more to Tommy this time, loosening his grip on Steve’s hair to let him drop his face into the sheets and writher.
“He’s fucked up in the head, I swear.” He gave a raspy little laugh. “Wants to beg for a saviour like I’m the bad guy, like I’m not giving it to him just the way he likes.”
His hips smacked against his ass audibly in the stiflingly tense room, Billy grinning as Steve shook his head, hiding his red face.
“Don’t lie, baby, I’ve heard every one of your fantasies.” Billy chuckled, slapping his ass and Tommy jumped, his burning face only growing hotter as Steve gasped. Billy gripped the pink cheek and squeezed, enticing a whimper from the brunet beneath him.
“Like how you wanna beg for a white knight, but you don’t really want to be saved. No…” Billy moaned lowly, dragging every last inch in and out of his tight hole. “No, you want them to betray you. To use you too.”
He cupped his hand under his chin and gripped his jaw, forcing Steve to reveal his messy face; lips obscenely red, cheeks matching and perfect hair falling into his blown out eyes. He looked so fucked out, it was hard to belief he could take much more without passing out. Billy slipped his thumb passed those puffy, bitten lips, and Steve sucked instinctively, not a thought behind those blacked out brown eyes.
“Have you ever seen a slut so well trained, Tommy?” Billy took his sadistically pleased eyes off Steve to glance at the freckled boy. “Don’t you wanna try him out too, white knight?”
There was challenge there, his deep blue eyes luring him in like a siren, and Tommy gulped. Those magnetism eyes dropped lower and Tommy followed them, a flush of shame heating the back of his neck when he realised he was pressing against his zipper. It was obvious in the beige colour of his trousers, and he attempted to cover it with the hem of his polo.
Billy smirked, leaning in to murmur in Steve’s ear.
“What was that other fantasy of yours, Stevie? You know, the one involving the showers…” Steve had the decency to look embarrassed even as he moaned around his thumb. “You always wanted to get stuffed from both ends. A cock in your ass, another down your throat. Why don’t you ask nicely, baby? Maybe Tommy will choke you on his dick so you stop moaning like a bitch.”
Tommy’s cock throbbed at the thought alone.
Steve whined, tears renewing in the corners of his eyes as Billy pried his thumb from his lips, the other chasing it for a moment before Billy picked his pace back up.
“Go on. Ask.” Tommy’s heart was pounding as his eyes nervously met Steve’s, the brunet reaching forward with one hand over the edge of the bed.
“P…ple-ease. T-Tommy, p-please.” He couldn’t tell if he was begging for him to save him anymore or pleading like Billy told him to do. Somehow, both ideas were just as tempting.
Hesitantly, he took a step forward and Steve moaned as his fingertips brushed his pant leg, the next step bringing him close enough for the former king to run his hand up his thigh, smoothing over the fabric and placing his hand over the heat of his crotch.
Steve moaned softly, as if in awe, as he fondled the outline of his cock, squeezing impatiently. He opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, wanting Tommy on it, to feel that length push past his lips and fill it until he was gagging.
“Shit, Stevie.” Tommy groaned, reaching for his belt. Fuck rational thought, all the blood in his head was in his cock and that was the only thing leading his body right now.
His dick was a genius, because nothing looked better than that pink tongue against the underside of his cock, Steve nuzzling the length with closed eyes, cheek almost as hot as his cock as he let it rest upon his face. His lashes fluttered, so drunk on pleasure he seemed unable to connect step one, get Tommy’s dick out, to step two, put it in his mouth.
“Fuck, you could make a pretty penny in the adult industry, Stevie.” Tommy laughed breathlessly, doe brown eyes fluttering open to look up at him. He looked completely out of it, moaning softly as Billy threaded his fingers into his hair and held his head up properly.
“He gets stupid after the second orgasm. Don’t be afraid to get rough with him.” Billy chuckled and kissed his temple.
Tommy swore. He hadn’t even realised Steve had already cum, especially not more than once, and when he glanced at where Billy was fucking into him, he could see the cum frothing around his dick from how he was pounding into the brunet. Not a single part of Billy was soft with him.
Tommy groaned and stroked himself once, twice, to ease the pressure before he fed the tip to the cock drunk boy. Steve groaned at the taste of pre, tugging against Billy’s grip to get more in his mouth, but Billy pulled him back like a dog on a leash.
“You take it at whatever pace he likes it, bitch.” Steve looked like he wanted to cry, but his mouth was still open and willing to be filled as Tommy sunk in slowly, lips parting in awe as Steve’s lips wrapped around the base of his cock. His throat was tight, hot as it constricted around the crown.
“Fuck, Steve.” Tommy pushed the fringe from Steve’s face to watch his nose nuzzled against his dark pubes. He experimentally rolled his hips and Steve moaned, vibrations making his cock throb. “Jesus fucking- how rough can I be again?” He asked Billy who chuckled.
“He’ll take it ‘til he pukes; have at it, freckles.” His grin was sleazy, almost disgusting with how lewd it was, but it made Tommy hot under the collar. Made him more confident in fisting the front of Steve’s hair and pulling back, thrusting back in to test it. Steve swallowed around him and Tommy swore, working his pace up, fucking every last inch into the babysitters mouth.
Steve was in heaven. His brain functions had fizzled out, only registering pleasure as Billy and Tommy’s pace began to synchronise, gagging slightly around Tommy, the lack of air making him light headed and his painfully sensitive cock trapped between his belly and the sheets, entirely spent. Every jab to his prostate by Billy’s cock was like lightning, painful but electrifying, much like the tugs to his hair, both of their hands tangled in the fluffy locks. Tommy’s in the crown and Billy’s at the base of his skull.
God, he might just cum again, but he was sure if he did, either nothing would come out, or he’d pass out. Billy had already made him cum three times before Tommy even arrived, the sheets sticky beneath him, his insides hot and wet from Billy’s own cum. He wanted more. Wanted to be cleansed with it like a baptism.
“God, Stevie.” Tommy moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, and Steve groaned at the thought of being able to taste his cum. He wondered if it tasted different to Billy’s, to his own.
“He’s good, right?” Billy laugh was strained, his thrusts getting sloppier. “Trained him well, didn’t I, T?”
“Jesus, you made him fuckin’ perfect, man.” Tommy tipped his head back with a groan, eyes falling shut as Billy watched his throat bob.
“Fuck, Billy.” Tommy sounded near pained as he moaned out his name and Billy’s hips stuttered, dropping his head to Steve’s shoulder with a shudder. His moan was near silent as he came deep inside the soft hole, cum leaking out past his cock as he rode out his orgasm. He panted harshly against the moles along his shoulder blades, pressing firm, lingering kisses to his skin.
As his grip loosened in his hair, Tommy’s tightened and Steve groaned low in his chest as the dark haired boy came down his throat. He drank it down greedily, spittles of cum gracing his tongue as Tommy pulled out, salty and bitter.
His jaw ached, his lips swollen and tongue tingling. He leaned in to suckle every last bit of cum off his cock, not wanting to miss a drop. Tommy pushed him away with a soft hiss and Steve whined in protest.
“Enough, baby.” Billy murmured and Steve pouted but obeyed, turning his head to get the kiss he rightfully earned.
Tommy watched the pair, his cock twitching at the idea of getting his dick between both of those red lips.
Billy pulled out of Steve with a grimace, cock overly sensitive after his intense orgasm. He rolled the brunet onto his back and dragged his thumb over his steadily leaking slit. Steve shied away from the touch weakly.
“Good, baby?”
“Mmm.” Steve’s eyes were drooping and Billy chuckled.
“Good, baby.” He looked up at Tommy who stood there awkwardly. Softly, he smiled. “Tommy?”
“Oh, um, yeah?” He shifted on his feet, fiddling with his pants to redo them.
“Wanna get me a warm rag?”
“Oh, yeah, dude, sure.” Tommy quickly got on it and Billy watched him leave the room. Steve made a small sound of protest and Billy chuckled, leaning in to kiss his distressed lover.
“Don’t worry. He’ll be back real soon, princess.” He knew he would be back for more after a show like that.
Billy’s like a spider; sneakily spinning his web. He had trapped Steve in it long ago, but he desired new prey, and his darling deserved fresh meat to sink his fangs into.
Tommy would be a wonderful addition to his and Stevie’s web.