Spontaneity Pays Off Sometimes

by Adelisa_B

Summary:

Two broad, hairy torsos are visible in the profile picture, one slightly softer through the middle than the other. Adam can see the bottom of a beard at the top of the image, and the other man is covered in what must be literal hundreds of scars.

Adam swallows hard and before he’s even really thought about it, he taps the picture.

“We share boys,” are the only words in the description.
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Lonely in Denmark, Adam downloads a hookup app and discovers a pair of men who will give him everything he wants.

Chapter 1: First Day

About a year after Adam moved to Denmark, he was finally settled enough to be capable of feeling isolated.

His social skills had grown in California to the point where he found himself being invited out semi-regularly and built a small friend group at a local board game store.

He’d started casually dating one of the patrons, a tall and willowy man named Viktor. The relationship didn’t last long and they only had sex seven times, but it ended much better than Adam’s relationship with Beth. Viktor was friendly, and very attractive with his dark hair and darker eyes, but once the initial rush of getting together faded, it turned out that they didn’t have much to talk about aside from board games.

Adam confessed it bluntly one night over a dinner of macaroni and cheese, saying that he didn’t feel as interested as he had before, and that he thought maybe Viktor felt the same way. Viktor had been sad, but confessed that it was indeed mutual, and he just hadn’t known how to talk about it yet.

“Oh,” Adam had said. “That’s unfortunate, but understandable. Maybe we should break up.”

“Probably.”

Just like that, Adam’s first relationship with a man ended. Overall, it had been a very informative experience and easier than everything with Beth. He was a bit sad to let it go, but happy that it happened.

Partially because it showed him that he very, very much enjoyed getting fucked.

He found himself ravenous for it, in fact. His need outpaced Viktor’s by a wide margin. That was part of why Adam began wondering if they might not be compatible, and thought maybe he needed someone with a similarly strong sex drive.

As important a discovery as that was, and something he wanted to pursue, the move to Denmark was unbelievably stressful. There’d been so much to get in order, so much to deal with. He’d only just recently begun to notice how much he was missing being with another person sexually.

Once he had the realization, he resolved to call upon his shiny new social skills and find a man to date, or at least to have sex with. He thought about women and found that he just wasn’t quite as interested. If he happened to meet a woman he was compatible with, then he would be fine with that.

But something about the rough way Viktor had kissed him just made Adam feel like he was burning up on the inside. Kissing Beth hadn’t been anything like that, and he thought he’d be sad if he didn’t get that again.

So, he searched for men.

At first he tried going to a bar because he remembered reading that people frequently find partners there, but he ended up leaving almost immediately. It was too loud, too crowded, and too far outside his comfort zone. Viktor had approached him first, and it was in a quiet store where neither of them had to worry about trying to speak and hear over pounding, eardrum-shattering speakers. At the bar, Adam wouldn’t even know where to begin.

He went home early that night, dejected, and abandoned the idea for a few days.

Now, the sting of it has faded, and he has decided to try another method. A ‘casual dating’ app on his phone.

Byter, it’s called. It pops up on a cursory internet search and Adam spends a short while reading about it before picking up his phone and navigating to the app store.

He watches the download percent go up, and realizes that talking to someone from the comfort of his own home has been the best option all along. Unsavory or rude people can be blocked, plus it means he’ll have time to talk before moving forward with anything.

His phone vibrates when the download is finished, and he’s making his profile within moments. The research he’s done indicates that a far higher percentage of users with profile images receive responses than those without, so it’ll be important to include one. He heads out to his balcony and tries to look good, guessing at what might be appealing. Concentrating hard, he smiles, strategically and very consciously wide but not too wide, and uses the lighting to try and emphasize the blue-green of his eyes.

Viktor once said they were beautiful enough to stop a man dead in his tracks. Adam doesn’t want anyone to die, but he does want to attract attention.

It turns out that he does appeal to someone. Many someones.

Most of them open with vulgar words and photos of their penises, their faces out of the frame. Adam’s eyes go huge in shock when he sees the first one, but by the thirtieth he just blocks and moves on.

Deciding that waiting to be approached isn’t going to work, he leaves it alone for a few more days while he builds the courage to ‘like’ or message someone first.

When the night comes, he lies in bed holding his phone above his face and scrolls through the options. No one is really standing out, and he’s about to give up on the whole thing when he spots it.

A profile that makes his heart race.

Two broad, hairy torsos are visible in the profile picture, one slightly softer through the middle than the other. Adam can see the bottom of a beard at the top of the image, and the other man is covered in what must be literal hundreds of scars.

Adam swallows hard and before he’s even really thought about it, he taps the picture.

“We share boys,” are the only words in the description.

Heart fluttering and without much thought, Adam presses the ‘like’ button and immediately sets his phone to silent. Then he puts it to the side and lies back with his arms tight around his chest. Anxiety like he hasn’t felt in ages rears its head, telling him he’s just made a huge mistake. Had a bad idea and acted on it without stopping to think first. He can barely handle one person, never mind two.

He’s not alone with his thoughts for very long. His phone vibrates on the pillow next to his head less than ten minutes later, and with a deep, shaky breath he picks it up.

“Hey,” the message reads.

Adam’s brow furrows. That’s just one word. What is he supposed to do with that? His lips thin into a frown and he types, “Hello. What are your names?”

He shudders after hitting send and smacks the phone face down on the pillow again. Moments later, a reply.

“I’m Duncan. Markus is the other man in the photo. You’re very attractive, Adam. We’d like to get to know you.”

That’s better. If they find him attractive, Adam might be able to work with that. He uses that thought to fight through his anxiety.

If he can move across an entire ocean to live and work in Denmark, he can do this.

“I think this app is for sex, but I would prefer to get to know you. Who are you in the photo? Do either of you have hobbies?”

The next reply takes longer. It gives Adam just enough time to curl in on himself, face going hot with certainty that he’s ruined everything already. When his phone goes off again, he lets out a quiet moan and peers at the screen with one eye.

“Markus is on the left, I’m on the right. You might say this is our hobby. Is this your first time?”

Adam sighs. Better to just admit it. “Yes, but I have had sex before. I’m probably doing this all wrong.”

The anxiety rears its head again. He clutches his phone to his chest, breath coming out in short and stuttering bursts. This whole thing is too much. He’s too nervous, and it’s making him ruin things at every turn. He vows to delete the app once Duncan rejects him, and to invest in acquiring an even larger collection of sex toys instead of trying to find a partner.

“I think it might be better if we all meet in person. Your profile says you’re less than half a kilometer from us. Is there somewhere you’d be comfortable?”

Adam hums, breaking through the panic to consider it. That sounds like a good idea and he can think of a few different places. The first that feels right is a local café. A café is a public place, which feels safer, and this one is a very short walk from his apartment.

He responds with an affirmative answer and tells Duncan the location.

“Perfect. Would Saturday be good?”

Adam stares at the message, stomach flipping. Saturday is only two days away. It’s both too soon and not soon enough. He rolls onto his side, lip bitten as he types out a response.

“Saturday would be fine. Let’s meet at 14:30. There will be less people.”

“Perfect. See you then.”

“Okay. Thank you, Duncan.”

Adam isn’t entirely sure why he sends the thanks, he just guesses that it might be the right thing to do. Duncan has been patient with him, and the idea he suggested was good. Adam appreciates that.

He doesn’t expect a response, so he’s surprised when his phone goes off again. He opens the new message and his eyes go wide.

Attached to a simple “You’re welcome,” is a photograph of what must be Duncan’s penis.

It’s long and thick. Thicker than anything Adam has ever had inside himself, and curved slightly to the side. Adam’s mouth goes dry, and he can feel himself getting hard too. He stares a little longer. Duncan’s cock is shiny at the tip in the photo, just barely visible poking out of the foreskin. His stomach is hairy too, though dozens of scars can still be seen littered all over his skin.

Suddenly, Adam desperately needs Saturday to go well.

Unsure of what else to do, he replies, “Thank you for the picture. Do you want one in return?”

“Let’s keep it a surprise for now.”

Is Duncan expecting to see Adam’s body then? Probably. After some thought, Adam decides he’s okay with that. More than okay. If everything goes well, they’ll have sex, and hopefully they’ll decide to see each other again for more. Finding someone for sex was the whole reason Adam started this process in the first place, after all.

Right as he’s about to fall asleep, he remembers it won’t only be Duncan at the café. Markus will be there too. Adam hasn’t said a single word to him yet, and the prospect is more than a little frightening. But Duncan seems nice enough, and Adam is lonely. He wants to trust that it’ll be okay.

———

Adam stumbles through Saturday morning after waking up about half an hour later than he intended to. His eyes snap open and he grabs at his phone, groaning when he sees he forgot to set the alarm. He rolls out of bed and heads to the bathroom and brushes his teeth, anxiety already threading its tendrils into his mood.

The following shower helps him calm down a little, but his nerves have ramped right back up by the time noon rolls around. There’s still two more hours before he’s scheduled to meet Duncan and Markus. Two hours to fill. He stares at the chore chart on his refrigerator for a while, then decides he should probably plan an outfit.

What does a person wear to something like this?

Beth had insisted clothes mattered a lot, and Adam has largely ignored that piece of advice, finding that his jeans, shirts, and sweaters are just fine for most indoor gatherings. But he can’t help but wonder if this is different, given the purpose of the meeting. He spends about twenty minutes digging through his closet for something, anything, that feels like it might be right for this sort of thing. Eventually he discovers a black turtleneck sweater that he’s never worn, a gift from Harlan from before the move, and considers it for a moment before giving up entirely. There’s no way he’s going to let that thing squeeze him around the neck.

They’ll have to be okay with Adam’s normal clothes. If they don’t like that, then they probably wouldn’t like him the rest of the time anyway, which would mean they’re not a good match.

He lays a pair of gray slacks, a cream colored dress shirt, and a navy blue sweater on his bed, along with a pair of dark socks. That leaves him with just enough time to watch a single episode of “Inside the Actor’s Studio” before he has to get ready to leave. He selects the episode featuring Robin Williams, and ends up laughing so much that he’s in a pretty good mood by the end of it.

Before he heads out, he checks himself three times in the bathroom mirror, running his hands over the front of his sweater and down his thighs. It’s good enough, he decides.

Less than ten minutes later, he’s sitting outside at a small round table nursing a small mug of tea. His foot taps rapidly on the ground, shoulders hunched forward as he scans the street for any sign of his potential partners. It’s not quite time for the meeting yet, but he’s terrified they’re not going to show up. Sweat builds on his brow despite the slight chill in the air, stomach twisting into knots. The clock on his phone ticks closer to the meeting time, and horrid certainty grows.

“Hey there,” he hears from behind him, and nearly jumps out of his skin.

He whips his head around and sees two tall, broad men standing nearly right behind him. They’re both dressed in dark clothing. The bearded man, who must be Markus, is wearing dark pants and a black t-shirt beneath a heavy gray jacket, and Duncan is in a long black coat and a turtleneck sweater, like the one Adam had found in his own closet.

“I almost wore one of those,” he blurts out, pointing at Duncan’s chest.

Then he notices that Duncan is wearing an eye patch. Adam’s gaze darts to it and then back down at the ground, embarrassment coloring his cheeks pink. He’s somehow even more attractive than Adam already thought he was, and it’s not helping the nervousness at all.

“Then you have good taste. You must be Adam,” Duncan says. His voice is smoky. Gruff. It makes the little hairs on the back of Adam’s neck stand up and he reaches out for a handshake, unsure what else to do.

Duncan lets out a quiet laugh, and Markus does as well. Adam’s cheeks burn, but he forces himself to focus.

“Yes, I am Adam. Do you want to sit with me?”

“Of course.”

They settle on the other side of the table, and Adam glances at their faces again, gaze flitting over their features. Duncan has the eye patch, but he also has shaggy silver and black hair, a mustache, and a sizable amount of stubble. His cheekbones are sharp, and something heats in the pit of Adam’s stomach at the sight.

Adam glances at Markus, and the heat turns to searing.

Markus looks very similar to Duncan, but his head is shaved and he has a big beard and a more severe look in his eyes, pronounced enough for Adam to notice. There’s something in that gaze that makes Adam’s lips part. Adam stumbles over his words.

“S-so we should probably just talk about what we’re here for.”

“Sure. No need to play games,” Duncan agrees.

Markus nods his approval, and Adam’s fingers knit together beneath the table. He bites his bottom lip, then says what he’d been planning to.

“First off, I am autistic. That means a lot of things, but right now it is most important that you know I need you to communicate very clearly with me. Just say what you’re thinking, it will be better for all of us. Additionally, I can be… particular about things. Because I need to. I’m not trying to be difficult.”

“Alright,” Markus says.

“That’s fine, Adam.” Duncan’s voice is soft, and another rush of heat flows through Adam’s body.

“Good. We can talk about it more in the future, unless you have questions now.” He waits for a moment to give them a chance, then continues. “Aside from that, you are both extremely attractive. I would like to have sex with you.”

The words hang in the air. Markus’s brow raises, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smile. Duncan’s own smile is a little less subtle, and he leans forward and takes one of Adam’s hands in his own.

“The feeling is mutual. We’ll treat you well.”

“Very well,” Markus adds.

Adam beams. It feels too good to be true. Too easy. But they’re not laughing, and Duncan’s hand is so fantastically rough against Adam’s skin, and he mourns it when Duncan pulls away again. Determined to make friends with these two men so maybe they’ll want to do this more than once, Adam racks his brain and remembers the advice Beth had given about meeting new people. Ask them questions.

“How long have you known each other?”

“Few years,” Markus says. “Together for one.”

“You’re in a relationship?” Adam had assumed as much given that they live together, but wasn’t entirely certain.

Markus grunts, and Duncan nods.

“You’re American,” Duncan says. “Been here long?”

“A little over a year. I haven’t really met anyone since I arrived, other than coworkers, that is. It’s nice though. I like walking everywhere.”

They talk about the city for a little while, Adam growing both more comfortable and antsier all the time. It’s easy talking to them. They ask and answer questions, and neither one interrupts when Adam explains what he does at his new job. It feels easy. Natural. Adam doesn’t get that a lot.

But he’s starting to get impatient regarding the main purpose of this meeting.

“Are we going to have sex today?” he asks about forty-five minutes in. “I’m a little nervous, but I’d like to.” It feels very important to reiterate that he’d like to.

Then, Duncan reaches for his hand again, picking it up and raising it to his lips. His mustache brushes against Adam’s knuckles. Adam feels like he might explode.

“I believe so. Why don’t you show us where we’ll be doing that, hmm?”

Adam’s hands shake as he pays the bill, glancing over his shoulder at the two men still sitting at the table.

This is real. It’s happening.

None of them talk much on the way to Adam’s apartment, and that’s probably for the best. Part of him worries that taking them to his home might not be smart, but that voice is quiet and easy to ignore. He wants to trust them. Wants to have fun with this in his own space, where he knows he’ll be more comfortable.

His hands are quaking so hard that he struggles to fit the key in the lock to his front door when they arrive.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Duncan asks, placing a broad hand on Adam’s shoulder.

“Yes. I’m fine. It’s just- it’s just a little anxiety inducing.”

“That doesn’t sound okay,” Markus says.

Adam finally gets the door unlocked. He scurries inside and kicks his shoes off, heart flipping in his chest. The older men walk in after, and a thrill goes down his spine when Duncan brushes behind him.

It’s a reminder that not only is this the first time anyone else has been in his apartment, but they’re there for sex. An unintentional whine breaks from his chest, overwhelmed by the thought. Markus finishes kicking off his boots and steps forward, wrapping his arms around Adam’s body and pressing up against his back. He doesn’t speak, just holds Adam tight.

“Let’s talk more about this,” Duncan says, then pushes the door shut and flicks the lock. “In private we can get into a bit more detail.”

“Yes,” Adam quickly agrees. “That’d be good.”

Just hearing those words is a significant relief. They’ll talk, and Adam will tell them how he’s feeling and hopefully they’ll know what to do.

He goes to the living room and sits on the left end of his couch with his knees drawn tightly together. His hands rub steady circuits on the tops of his thighs, fabric soothing on his palm, and he swallows hard when Duncan sits directly next to him. Markus sits in the chair next to where Adam is.

“Is there a specific way this usually goes?” Adam asks.

“It’s hasn’t been this formal,” Duncan says, a soft laugh in his voice.

“Oh.” Adam can’t help the pit of embarrassment that opens up, but he’s quickly distracted from it when Markus puts a confident hand on his knee and squeezes.

“Tell us what you like,” he says.

“I like how strong you both look.”

Duncan laughs again and moves closer, gently placing one arm over Adam’s shoulders. He leans in to kiss at Adam’s jaw. He’s warm and his mustache brushes lightly against the skin there and Adam shivers, lips parting.

“Inside me,” he breathes. “I want one of you t-to fuck me.”

He can feel the growl that rumbles out of Duncan’s chest at that.

“But not both at once. Not even touching or… using my mouth.” Adam’s cheeks burn, but it’s best to get this aspect out in the open right now. ”You’re both extremely attractive, but I might get overwhelmed. If I get overwhelmed, then I will panic and it won’t go well. Maybe we can try it when I’m more used to sexual activity with you both.”

“Markus likes watching.” Duncan’s voice is smooth, and right next to Adam’s ear.

Adam chances a glance at Markus’s face, head tilting to the side as Duncan kisses down his neck. Fingers trail up to pull at the collar of Adam’s shirt to expose more skin to be kissed, and Adam shivers. Markus is staring at him and his expression is so neutral that Adam isn’t sure of his interest. Worried, Adam opens his mouth to ask but then he sees the large bulge in Markus’s pants. Adam’s own pants are becoming uncomfortable.

“Are you sexually aroused by that?” he asks, just to make sure.

Markus nods, grunts quietly as he reaches down to adjust himself.

“Don’t worry. He’s interested,” Duncan assures. He runs his hand over Adam’s shoulder and down his chest, fingertips settling on his stomach. It’s heavy. Comforting. Inflaming.

“Okay. I think the talk is over then. Let’s go to my bedroom.”

They both laugh at that. They seem to find him very funny in general, and Adam finds that he doesn’t mind. More pressingly, he misses it when Duncan pulls away. But that’s okay. If they get to the bedroom then Duncan will touch him even more. Adam rises to his feet and starts off in that direction, but Markus catches him by the wrist.

“Wanna see you first.”

Adam blinks slowly. “See me?”

Markus stands, grips Adam’s sweater by the bottom hem and begins dragging it upward. Realization clicks in Adam’s mind and he shyly raises his arms so Markus can pull the sweater the rest of the way off. It falls to the side, forgotten. Adam’s shirt bunches up in the process and Markus runs his hand over Adam’s bare stomach for a moment before starting in on the buttons.

Adam’s heart is practically pounding in his chest. His blood rushes in his ears, and he just barely hears the sound of a zipper from behind him. He turns his head to look at Duncan and gasps. Duncan has pulled himself out of his pants, cock laying long and thick on his stomach, contrasting against the black fabric of his sweater. He’s gently rubbing at himself, eyes roaming over Adam’s body.

The shirt falls away and Adam turns back, head tilting back slightly when Markus cups the front of his pants, rubs over his cock. It’s so sudden, but it’s just what Adam wants. He presses his hips forward, whimpering when Markus gives him a squeeze through the fabric.

“Take these off for me,” he commands.

Adam nods jerkily, curls bouncing, and rushes to undo his pants. He shoves them down, stands for a moment, then hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and shoves those down as well. The fabric catches on his cock on the way down and Markus takes him in hand once again.

“He’s very cute, isn’t he?” he asks Duncan.

“Adorable. Turn around, Adam.”

Adam does as he’s told, spinning slowly in place.

“Beautiful,” Duncan says. His voice is rough, and Adam can’t bear it any longer.

He kicks his pants the rest of the way off and half-jogs towards the bedroom.

“Follow me!”

Just in case they don’t realize.

When he gets to the bedroom he feels a stab of relief that he purchased a much larger bed when he moved here. It had been a great investment for sprawling out, and now it was even better. He crouches down low, bare knees hitting hardwood, and grabs his chest of sex toys and accessories out from beneath his bed.

Markus and Duncan are entering the room when he’s opening it. They stand closer, Duncan’s cupping Adam’s ass and squeezing lightly. Adam’s hands shake as he grabs the lubricant from the upper left hand corner of the box, where it always sits when he’s not using it.

“Impressive collection,” Duncan says. “Have you used all of them?”

Adam nods. “Yes. Some only a couple times, because they’re not very good. Most of them are good though.”

Markus points at Adam’s largest dildo, a knotted silicone one. It’s striped with pink, purple, and blue and it’s the biggest he owns.

“What about that one?”

Adam bites his lip. “I use it a lot. It makes me feel really full.”

“Perfect,” Duncan says. He gives Adam’s ass another squeeze and starts removing his own clothes. Adam sets the lube on the bed, closes the chest, and sets it on the dresser rather than crouch down again and miss watching Duncan undress.

Duncan pulls the sweater over his head, revealing a gently rounded stomach overlaid with scars and dense, silver hair. Adam aches to run his fingers through the hair on his chest, and something about Duncan’s shoulders make that heat spike in his gut again. He stares, and moves backward to sit on the foot of the bed. His attention is drawn to Duncan’s cock again as the older man slips out of his pants. It bobs in front of him, uncut, very long and intimidatingly thick.

Way better than just looking at a photo.

Once naked, Duncan climbs onto the bed and lies down, confident in Adam’s bed. Adam realizes he’d been staring at Duncan so much that he’s missed Markus removing his clothing as well. He is no less impressive. His muscles are a bit more defined and his skin isn’t exactly free of scars.

There’s many of them, and a few are from what must have been bullet wounds.

Adam’s brow goes up, but he can’t dwell on the thought for long because then Markus is removing his own pants. His cock is longer than Duncan’s, but not quite as thick. He looks so strong, and Adam has a flash of desperate hope that they’ll like this enough to want to see him again. This is a situation straight out of Adam’s wildest fantasies, things he had assumed only happened in pornography.

“Perfect,” Duncan says. “Why don’t you show us how you open yourself up?”

Wordlessly, Adam grabs the bottle and clambers onto the bed, gaze darting between the two other men. His heart seems to flutter as he lies on his back, lifts his legs into the air and reaches between them with one hand, palm ghosting over his lower stomach, then over his cock and past his balls until his fingertips are pressing against his dry hole. It’s a little, instinctual tease.

Markus groans.

He curses and approaches the bed, grip loose on his cock as he stares down at Adam’s working hands. Adam’s body blazes from head to toe, both from embarrassment at lying so exposed to a near complete stranger, and from the sheer anticipation of it.

He’s the center of attention and for once that’s a good thing, a sign of things to come.

The thought spurs him on, and soon he’s rubbing slicked fingers against his hole, pushing two in at once with trouble at all. He’s so used to doing this by now that it’s second nature, and his hole seems to almost suck his fingers in. There’s a delicious, faint stretch and he can’t help but wonder how it’ll feel to get stretched out around Duncan’s cock. Markus’s someday, hopefully.

Another groan. Adam lifts his head. Markus is touching himself, slowly from base to tip in long strokes. His eyes are half lidded—he’s obviously aroused—and Adam’s confidence grows.

“Take your time,” Markus says, voice low. It’s even deeper than Duncan’s, and Adam hopes he’ll get to hear more of it tonight.

Duncan lays back and enjoys the show, one hand underneath his head and the other absently circled around the base of his cock. “Spread your legs a little more.”

Adam does as he’s told, tendons in his groin stretching with it, sliding his fingers in and out with slow and deliberate motions. He continues on like that for a few minutes, lazily fucking himself with his fingers and soaking in the sounds the other men make. The low, shuddering breaths he catches from Markus, the quiet grunts of approval from Duncan. It makes fervent arousal coil low in his stomach, growing hotter and hotter by the moment, and by the time he’s slipping a third finger into himself, his resolve is breaking.

Voice shaking, he says, “I’m ready now.”

“One thing first,” Markus replies. He takes Adam by the wrist and gently pulls his hand away, staring at where Adam’s hole clings to them. Without speaking, he pushes Adam’s legs back down to the bed and bends to take Adam’s cock into his mouth with no hesitation.

Adam gasps, eyes going wide. He holds his slick hand in the air awkwardly to one side, the other going down to brush over Markus’s shaved head. “Ah!”

Markus’s hand joins his mouth on Adam’s cock as he bobs up and down, tongue flat and dragging against the sensitive underside with each movement. Harsh breaths break from Adam’s chest, and he whines when Markus pulls away.

“On top of him, now.”

He’s a little hazy from the sudden rush of pleasure, but Adam scrambles to obey. He turns on his hands and knees, crawls up the bed and straddles Duncan’s lap. Nimble fingers instantly find their way to the thick hair on Duncan’s chest. Viktor hadn’t had anything like this, and Adam is rapidly finding that he enjoys it. A lot. He feels the bed dip as Markus settles on the other side of them, sitting with one leg crossed and the other dangling off the side of the bed.

“Why don’t you come down here?” Duncan asks. He gently grabs Adam by the arm, then chuckles when Adam settles down without letting his slick hand touch anything. “Tidy, aren’t you?”

Adam blushes, and mumbles a quick ‘thank you’ when Markus grabs him a tissue to wipe off on.

“Now that that’s settled…” Duncan cups the back of Adam’s head and guides him into a kiss. Soft and gentle at first, his mustache brushing against Adam’s lip. It tickles pleasantly, and a burst of warmth erupts inside him.

They quickly settle into a rhythm. Gentle but passionate kisses, Adam opening his mouth to allow Duncan’s tongue entry, moaning when he feels Duncan stiff against his ass. He reaches behind himself, breaking the kiss in the process, and wraps his hand around it, relishing the texture of velvety skin beneath his palm.

“I don’t want to wait any longer. Please.”

“I don’t want to make you wait. But we’re going to need a condom, aren’t we?”

Adam groans in frustration, and moves to leave Duncan’s lap and retrieve one from the toy chest, but Markus shakes his head.

“I’ll get it.”

He gets up and goes back around the bed, fishes one out from his pants. Its gold wrapper glints in the light. Adam rocks impatiently on Duncan’s lap, energy tight in his muscles.

“Eager little thing,” Duncan teases. Then he grabs Adam’s ass and lifts him up, chuckling at the surprised yelp Adam lets out in response.

Markus rips the condom open, and rolls it onto Duncan’s cock before settling back down where he was.

“Now,” Adam insists. “Please let me.”

“Of course.”

Duncan releases him and Adam readjusts. At this point he’s too full of anticipation to be nervous, movements fluid and natural. He lifts himself and crouches over Duncan’s cock, grasping it to aim at his hole before slowly sinking down.

It’s instantly a lot, stretching him and making his mouth fall open in pleasure, eyes half lidded and hazy. Duncan groans beneath him, hands moving to Adam’s thighs and squeezing. Slowly, slowly, Adam sinks down. It’s so much, so thick. It’s definitely bigger than any toy he has ever used, and though Viktor wasn’t small, he wasn’t this big either.

Through the haze, Adam hears rhythmic sticky noises, and Markus’s voice, low and grunting, “Take that cock.”

It’s embarrassing, but for some reason that just makes it better right now. Adam steadies himself with a hand on Duncan’s stomach, then seats himself all the way down, inch by breathtaking inch, until he‘s flush with Duncan’s body. He’s so thoroughly full he can’t possibly speak, thighs shaking, stomach sinking in over and over.

“Lean forward for me,” Duncan says. It’s perfectly rough and calming, and Adam instantly falls forward, hands grasping Duncan’s chest, cock twitching between their stomachs.

They lie there for a moment, Adam’s breathing heavy. Duncan’s so big and so hard that Adam swears he can feel his cock throbbing inside him.

Then, Duncan starts to move. He holds Adam open and rocks his hips slowly. Adam nuzzles his face against the pillow, breaths coming out in quiet gasps with each gentle thrust. His hand drifts to the side of Duncan’s head, fingers threading through salt and pepper hair. Duncan is so solid beneath him, taking control of things and Adam can feel with primal need the strength in those muscles. It makes him want to cling onto this man as much as possible, mind going hazy as his hole is stretched open again and again with thrusts that are growing quicker, a bit more forceful.

“Look at me, Adam,” Markus says, and Adam obeys.

From the looks of it, Markus is deeply enjoying what he sees. One hand is wrapped around himself, stroking fast, revealing the dark red head with every down stroke. It’s veiny, and Adam’s hole clenches automatically at the thought of having it inside him someday, of being crushed beneath Markus’s weight and fucked down into the mattress.

The sight of it just adds to the sensation coming from being split open, reminds him that there are two men here who want him like this, who enjoy being with him this way.

The thrusts pick up again and Adam moans, eyelids fluttering shut. There’s searing pleasure radiating from where Duncan relentlessly fucks against his prostate. His toes curl and his hand tightens in Duncan’s hair before moving down again, instinctively massaging at Duncan’s chest and rolling his thumb over a nipple.

Duncan grunts, and laves at Adam’s jaw before laying a kiss there. Then suddenly he’s pushing Adam off of him, gently but forcefully. Broken from his pleasure reverie, Adam flops on the bed.

“What?” he asks, disappointed and bewildered.

No verbal response. Adam squeaks when Duncan picks him up and turns him so he’s laying on his side, facing Markus. Then Duncan is settling on the bed again, grabbing Adam’s top leg and lifting it up. He guides himself to Adam’s hole and shoves in without preamble.

Adam moans, the loudest he has all night. The thrusts are almost brutal this time, the slap of skin on skin filling the air. He feels dominated, powerless. Duncan’s cock is going to leave him aching for hours, if not days. It’s wonderful. Perfect. Better than he could have ever dreamed.

“Fuck,” Markus curses. His hand flies over his cock, lip bitten between sharp teeth. “Touch him.”

Duncan lets Adam’s leg go and reaches forward, large hand wrapping around Adam’s cock and pumping it in time with the thrusts. A half scream breaks from Adam’s chest and he arches his back, presses his ass against Duncan as hard as he can, greedily chasing cock as his orgasm barrels toward him.

The bed squeaks, and Markus is letting out a stream of grunts and curses, head lolling to the side as he stares at the scene before him. Adam watches in return as much as he can, tries to sear into his memory what Markus looks like right now, all desperate and near animalistic himself as he fucks his fist. His hips are bucking into it, and before he can stop himself, Adam is begging.

“Please,” he whines. “W-wanna do this again! I want you too! I-I’m going to come!”

“Then come,” Duncan grunts. He’s pounding into Adam’s body now, precise and powerful thrusts aimed to make Adam shake and sob with pleasure.

It’s getting closer, inevitable now with how Duncan works Adam over, but Markus comes first. He suddenly grunts, hand speeding up and then slowing down as jets of white spray onto his stomach, and then start oozing out and down his fingers.

Adam is right behind, his hands gripping like a vice on Duncan’s forearm. Fire spreads through his hips, each little drag of the massive cock against his rim heightening it, and then it happens. His hole clenches wildly, cock spurting and coating Duncan’s fingers with his release.

Adam’s voice dies in his throat, then returns in a whimper when Duncan says, “So good. Perfect boy,” right next to his ear.

Just a few short moments later, Duncan finishes as well. His thrusts turn near violent before stilling almost entirely as he clings onto Adam’s sweaty body and fills the condom. Foggily, Adam wishes it wasn’t there. It’s messy, but something inside him aches for skin on skin.

Then the air goes silent, save for the heavy breaths of all three figures in the room.

Adam lies there, head collapsed on his arms. The pleasure is fading, and his ability to think is slowly returning. Duncan pulls out with a wet squelch and Adam grits his teeth at the strange sensation. His bones feel like jelly and he’s torn between wanting to fall asleep right here, and worrying about whatever happens next.

He hadn’t really thought this far. Panic wells up in his throat, but then he feels Duncan settling in behind him once more, a heavy arm coming to lay over Adam’s chest and pull him in even closer. Both of them are tacky with sweat and Adam can’t help but grimace a little at the physical sensation, but it’s instantly reassuring that Duncan isn’t just instantly getting up to leave.

“How was that?” Duncan asks.

“Amazing. Very satisfying,” Adam replies. He should probably ask that question too. If they enjoyed themselves, maybe they’ll want it again. Based on the way Duncan is mouthing at the crook of his neck, Adam is daring to think it might really be possible. A little spark of hope in his chest, a little bit of fluttering nervousness. “Did you both like it?”

“Yeah. Really good,” Markus confirms.

Duncan squeezes Adam tighter, then runs that hand down to lightly cup Adam’s soft cock. “Loved it. You felt wonderful.”

Adam squirms with happiness. “Do you want to see me again? I hope so.” Then he frowns. “It’s okay if you don’t, though.”

“We’ll definitely be seeing each other again,” Duncan replies.

“Of course.” Markus says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and a crooked, beaming grin spreads on Adam’s face.

He feels safe and warm. He’s unfamiliar with these men, yes, and it’s clear that they’ve lived dangerous lives. But right now, Adam doesn’t care about any of that. Today has been a success beyond his wildest dreams. He’s satisfied and relaxed, his hole is deliciously sore, and the way that Duncan is palming at him makes him think they might not even be done for the day.

They relax there for a while longer, mostly silent save for some light conversation about how Markus and Duncan met. It was on a mission of some kind, Adam discovers. They don’t give details and he doesn’t press for any. He learns that they share an apartment in Copenhagen, that Duncan has no children but Markus has an adult daughter.

It’s the beginnings of familiarity growing between them, the gentle blooming of friendship, and maybe something more.

They end up having sex again, and part ways hours later with plans to meet again on Wednesday evening. They each give Adam their phone number and overwhelmed with happiness, he grins and hops around in place once they leave.

Right after that, Adam deletes the app from his phone. Then he takes a long, thorough shower, and goes to bed excited for the future to come.

Notes:

There is a second chapter planned, to be completed and posted Eventually. I just love the idea of Adam getting squished between these two. Thank you for reading, and I would love to hear your thoughts if you feel like sharing them!

Let it be known that Chapter 1 is 6,969 words precisely.

Chapter 2: In the Future

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“And there’s your receipt. Have a good evening.”

Duncan takes the two bags from the cashier. Adam flashes her an awkward, uncertain smile then moves towards the door as fast as he can, given the state he’s in. He’s faster than Duncan at least, pushing the door open and ducking his head and murmuring “Sorry,” when he almost bumps into another patron. Duncan’s out a moment later, eyes crinkled with a smile.

“You’re in a rush,” he teases.

“You know why,” Adam replies, voice pitching a bit high at the end. 

“Are you upset?”

“No.”

Adam is actually pretty far from upset. That’s the whole problem. 

Every little moment, every little step, is torment. His cock aches and leaks in the cage he’s wearing, a relatively new addition to their sex toy rotation. A much less new addition is the vibrating plug that’s seated inside him, buzzing maddeningly against his prostate and spiking the sensation with each step he takes.

He slides into the car and his hand has to fly up to muffle a moan. He pulls the door shut and finally he’s able to relax, he leans back and lets his mouth and thighs fall open. 

The trunk slams as Duncan finishes putting the bags away, and Adam’s eyelashes flutter when Duncan gets in the driver’s seat beside him.

“Either turn it up or turn it off,” Adam demands, knowing Duncan won’t listen.

That’s part of the game they play nowadays. They’ve explored and tried a lot during the year they’ve been together, and Adam has discovered he loves it when Duncan and Markus take charge. That part is amazing. He gets to let go, let them take over and tear him apart in a way that leaves him sated and exhausted in the best way afterwards. 

But he’s also discovered that he likes making them work for it sometimes.

Duncan recognizes the little bit of defiance for what it is. His brow raises. “And why should I do that?”

Adam squirms in his seat, thighs drawing together and a pulse of precome leaking out, staining his underwear. 

“I want to come, or I want to relax. I can’t do either when it’s on this setting.”

Duncan hums. He reaches into his pocket and Adam moans. The vibrations kick up a little, vibrating fast then slow in alternating waves and the way he’s sitting means it’s grinding constantly just where he needs it. 

People pass by their car and he doesn’t even notice. If he were a little more cognizant he might be thankful the windows are tinted so dark. 

Heat pools between his thighs and his cock throbs against the plastic barrier containing it. His nipples are stiff beneath the sweater he wears and as soon as he reaches to play with one, the vibrations stop.

“No…” he whines. 

“You’ll have to wait until we get home. Markus can deal with you then.”

Adam shivers. It’s as much a promise as it is a threat. Duncan has been indulgent today, buying so many gifts for Adam, selecting items that won’t upset his skin with rough texture and wrong-feeling fabric. Really, he shouldn’t be this impatient.

But his body burns with arousal and frustration, like he’s about to burst from the sheer torment of clothes shopping while the toy is inside him.

“Then tell him! Tell him you won’t stop teasing me and that it hurts.”

Duncan’s mouth quirks in a smirk, and he leans across to lay a soft, ticklish kiss against Adam’s cheek. 

“Oh, I will.”

Then Duncan is reaching for Adam’s jaw to turn him for a proper kiss, nipping gently at Adam’s bottom lip with sharp teeth and sending another shiver down Adam’s spine. The same moment, the vibrations inside Adam’s body pick up again and his thighs seize, mouth falling open and allowing Duncan’s tongue to slide deeper inside. Adam rocks back against it, chasing the pleasure and losing himself in the feel of Duncan’s lips against his own. He whimpers and rolls his hips, hand shooting out to grip the center console as sensation heightens.

Duncan pulls away and turns the toy completely off.

Adam slaps the center console and whines.

“Impatient boy,” Duncan says, shaking his head. There’s a teasing edge in his voice and it’s the only thing that keeps Adam calm. He can tell by now that when Duncan sounds like that, it means he thinks what Adam is doing is cute, so he doesn’t want to mess that up. He so, so badly wants that orgasm, though. And the cage around his cock is starting to be more than he can handle, more irritating than enticing. 

“Let’s go home, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

When they get to the apartment, Adam kicks off his shoes and goes to the living room as fast as he can. Duncan follows behind, pushing the door shut and dropping the bags off in the foyer.

“He’s very desperate to see you,” he calls into the apartment. 

Markus’s voice rings out from their bedroom. “Yeah?”

He walks out. He’s not wearing anything but gray sweatpants and his black house slippers. He looks the same as he always does, which is so attractive it makes Adam a little lightheaded, even after a year of being in a relationship and six months of living together.

 Adam bites his lip.

“Was he well-behaved?” Markus asks. He sits down on the couch, stomach rounding out a little bit, and Adam aches to run his fingers through the hair there.

Duncan hums. “For the most part. Got a little pushy, though.”

Markus nods solemnly, then fixes Adam with a dark gaze. “Strip.”

Adam doesn’t waste any time. He rips his sweater off, then shoves his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. He stands there with his arms stiff at his sides before Markus points at his feet.

“Socks too.”

His mouth twitches in a smile as Adam rushes to obey, tossing the socks across the room.

“First, I want to see what Duncan bought for you. Stay right there.”

Duncan begins unpacking the bags, pulling out panties, corsets, and a light blue, satiny nightgown that Adam had held and practically melted from the satisfaction of the material against his fingertips. Markus points at that one.

“Try it on.”

As much as Adam loves that, he isn’t looking to model right now. “But--”

“Do you want to go over my knee and stay in that cage for the rest of the night?”

“No, but—”

“Alright, then strip.”

Adam lets out a petulant little whine, and his fists ball at his sides. “Fine.”

“Try again.”

A deep sigh. “Yes, daddy.”

Markus’s brow raises minutely, but then he nods at Duncan. “Put it on him.”

Adam lifts his arms to cooperate, heat rising in his cheeks both from frustration and a strong excitement from being displayed like this in front of him. He wouldn’t have ever guessed before that he’d enjoy clothing like this, but there’s something about it. It might be the fabrics, the light and delicate way the pieces sit on his body, or it might be the knowledge that it’s something different. Exploration in a way he wouldn’t have envisioned before, but deeply enjoys now. 

Right now he’s not particularly interested in asking himself why he likes the lingerie. He just wants to enjoy it.

Duncan slips the nightgown over Adam’s head, pausing to kiss lightly at Adam’s stubbly cheek before petting down his sides, smoothing the fine fabric against his body. Adam misses the heat of him when he steps away, brain going a little hazy from the force of his desire. Suddenly, modeling for Markus doesn’t feel quite so bad, if it means he’ll get this kind of attention.

“Very good,” Markus says after a moment, and Adam audibly shudders. 

Markus isn’t very generous with praise, and just that little bit of it spoken with that deep, rough voice is enough to make Adam’s cock throb in the confines of the cage and to make frustrated tears spring at the corners of his eyes.

“Is that enough?” he asks, with a pleading edge in his voice. “I don’t want to try on clothes right now but I will if you’re going to make me.”

“I’m going to make you.”

Adam whines again, and Duncan speaks up.

“Maybe just one more thing? He’s been a good boy today. Mostly.”

Adam’s normally skittish gaze flits to Markus’s amber eyes for once, lip bitten between his teeth. Hoping, praying, that Markus will listen to what Duncan is saying.

“Alright. Just some underwear, then.”

Duncan gently slides the nightgown over Adam’s head and sets it to the side, then picks out a light blue, lacy thong. It’s sheer on the front and Markus lets out a low growl at the sight of the cage through it. He readjusts himself by reaching into his pants and Adam stares at the bulge moving there.

“Arms above your head. Arch your back.”

He follows all commands, posing as well as he can despite his nerves, arms trembling when he holds them in the air and juts his chest out at Markus. 

Mercifully, it doesn’t last that long. 

“Show Duncan your appreciation. If you do a good enough job we’ll take the cage off.”

Immediately, Adam sinks to his knees. He turns on them, reaching out to Duncan and practically moaning in relief when Duncan comes close, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses against dark curls before standing upright again.

“Take me out,” he says gently, and Adam does as he’s told.

He opens Duncan’s pants and shoves them to the ground, then fishes Duncan’s already straining cock out of the confines of his underwear. Adam isn’t sure he’ll ever get used to holding it in his hand. Of course he has one of his own, but it’s different holding someone else’s, and his own is not like this, so thick and heavy it can’t help but droop a little. 

“Do you want me to suck it, daddy?” The word flows off Adam’s tongue and sends coiling heat between his legs. 

“Yes, little one.”

Duncan pulls the bottom of his black turtleneck up to reveal the furred, scarred plane of his stomach. Adam practically moans and kisses Duncan’s cock over and over, along the veins and then up on the head, blunt and still covered with foreskin. He snakes his tongue into the soft skin tunnel, tongue pressing lightly against the tip and he moans at the salty, perfect taste of it. He pulls the foreskin back is rewarded with a grunt and strong fingers threading into his hair.

“Perfect.”

A shiver rolls down Adam’s spine, then again when he hears the shuffling of Markus finally pulling his sweatpants off and kicking his house slippers across the floor. Soon he’ll be touching himself, and Adam will get to hear that too. 

Fevered, he grabs Duncan’s cock around the middle and strokes, bobs his head in time with the movements. The ridge of the head brushes perfectly against his lips, the valleys on the underside where the foreskin connects are so satisfying to press his tongue against. It’s easy to get lost in the sensation of it all, and he does. Skin, saliva, scent. It’s all Adam knows right now.

Despite how frustrated he’s been, right now he barely registers the throbbing of his cock in its cage, or the fullness of the plug in his ass. He’s too lost to care about any of that. It’s so easy to calm him by giving his mouth something to work on, which is something they take advantage of frequently.

Adam rounds his lips and sucks at the tip, letting saliva pool and drip out of his mouth as wet kissing noises fill the air. His hands slow to a halt, all attention centered on the sensation buzzing in his lips and tongue. 

Soon, so terribly soon, Duncan gently pushes him away. Adam blinks up in confusion.

“Why?” 

“I’m going to come if you keep that up, and then it’ll take me a long time to be able to go again. Is that what you want?”

No, that's not what Adam wants at all. He slowly shakes his head, hands lowering to fold in front of him. His lips tingle all the while, and he misses the weight in his mouth.

“Didn’t think so,” Duncan says, a smile in his voice.

“Send him back over here,” Markus calls.

“Your other daddy wants you now, boy,” Duncan says, voice warm. “Do as he says.”

“Okay.”

Adam drops to his hands and knees, the tug of the cage a pleasant tugging pressure between his legs. He crawls to where Markus is, staring at the ground and awaiting the next order.

Markus tilts his head to the side, considering. He’s palming at his own cock, stiff and dark red at the head. Adam’s mouth waters at the sight of it, the recent memory of Duncan in his mouth. Maybe he’ll get to suck Markus too.

But then Markus says, “I like to put my feet up for a while first.”

It’s impossible to stop himself from whining, but Adam does as he’s told. He crawls forward, bracing his core and letting out a shaky breath when he feels the weight of Markus’s feet coming to rest on his back.

“Stay there for five minutes.”

Adam’s fingers flex against the wood, and his head droops down. What a relief. Usually he has to do this for ten minutes, and one time he’d been so disobedient that Markus made him hold this position for thirty entire minutes. Adam’s knees had been bruised by the end of it, his arms and back aching from the exertion.

But that’d been what he’d earned. The pain reminded him that maybe next time, he shouldn’t be such a brat and make his daddy put him through something like that. 

Now, he keeps the position and trusts that Markus will let him stand up once the five minutes has passed.

He gets only a few seconds into it before he hears Duncan’s footsteps, slow and surprisingly light on the hardwood. He wants to turn his head and see what Duncan is doing, but he knows he’s not allowed to. Markus will start the timer all over again if he moves that much.

His question is answered for him when a few moments later, he feels the brush of rough fingers on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

They glide up and in, teasing against soft places that only he and Markus get to touch anymore. Then he reaches forward and cups the cage in his broad palm. Adam moans from the heat of it, and the tiny amount of friction he gets from Duncan’s skin pressing between the bars. His heart catches in his chest, thinking Markus will restart the timer, but it doesn’t happen.

Duncan gives a teasing squeeze and then Adam feels fingers sliding towards his hole, teasingly gripping on the end of the plug and pulling.

His eyes roll back in his head and his posture almost falters. Duncan is tugging at the plug, out just far enough to make Adam’s rim tug with it, then pressing it back in and down again, putting incessant pressure on Adam’s prostate.

Adam’s thighs draw together, and the tears come back. They’re teasing him so much, and every little motion of Duncan’s hands pushes him closer to the limit. His arms shake and his mouth draws in an grimace that looks agonized as fights to keep control of himself. To be good for them.

Then Duncan is pressing his palm against the plug’s handle, swirling it in little circles that put pressure against his walls and tease at the sensitive, puffy skin of his rim.

“Please!” he suddenly cries, voice pitching high at the end.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Markus says.

“Thank you!” Adam cries out. He collapses onto his side and looks up at his daddies. “Take it off! I wanna come, and I want to feel you inside me. Let me have what you said you’d give me!”

“He’s being demanding,” Duncan says, voice soft. “But he’s earned it by now. Right?”

Markus must agree, because he gently pushes Adam onto his back, then grabs the key from a small box on the end table beside him. The tears that have been threatening to spill for so long finally crest and slide down Adam’s cheeks when he feels Markus’s hand on his lower stomach, then the perfect aching sensation of the cage coming free and his cock instantly pulsing to full hardness. 

He murmurs “Thank you,” hips rising and rolling on their own, almost as if his body is exploring its newfound freedom. Then he feels himself being whisked up, lifted and carried into the bedroom. Adam is small, but not absolutely tiny. It speaks to the strength still in Duncan’s muscled arms and makes Adam’s stomach flip.

Then his back meets the bed, and as typically expected of him on days he wears one, he lifts his legs and hooks his arms behind his knees, presenting his plugged hole.

“Ah!” he cries when Markus slowly pulls it free, leaning down to watch how the rim clings to it.

“There’s a good boy,” Markus says, and Adam lets out a quiet, overwhelmed moan. 

“He looks beautiful like that, doesn’t he?” Duncan asks.

“Very.”

Adam squirms, legs slowly sinking to the bed again and hands coming up to shield his burning face, wiping the few remaining tears away in the process. 

“No, no. Let us see you,” Duncan says. He pulls Adam’s hands down again, smiling in that warm way he always does. 

He and Markus are both standing beside the bed, two big, broad men right next to each other and on the cusp of doing to Adam something that he’s been imagining for months now. Their shoulders brush and it sends a wave of lust through Adam that’s so heady, so thick that he lets out a quiet moan without even being touched.

Markus’s eyebrow raises. “What’s all that about?”

Adam squirms a little in place, excitement and pent up energy sending him moving without entirely realizing. 

“Can I watch you kiss each other?”

Duncan laughs softly, then turns and cups Markus’s cheek. Their eyes flutter shut and Adam’s go wide. He’ll never get tired of this. He loves what they do to him, but he loves what they do to each other too. All that muscle and body hair, the way their sharp cheekbones look angled against the light to cast shadow on their face. They kiss and somehow it feels dangerous in a way Adam enjoys, and when Markus’s sharp teeth gently bite at Duncan’s bottom lip Adam reaches down to palm at his cock with a whine.

“Oh, none of that,” Duncan says. He reaches down and takes Adam by the wrist, gently tugging it away. Adam’s cock jumps angrily, the tip of it deep pink and shiny with precome. “Let Markus lie down, then we’ll have some real fun.”

Adam’s face lights up with a grin. Finally, he’s about to get everything he wants.

Markus slides onto the bed, scooting up on a pile of pillows and giving his cock a few languid strokes.

“On his lap, now.” 

Adam scrambles to his hands and knees, crawling across their massive bed and straddling Markus, leaning down to kiss him unbidden as he situates himself in his daddy’s lap.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” Adam asks. He already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it too. Markus’s broad hands are roaming over his body, fingers sliding over ribs and curling to cup Adam’s ass, and it pulls a quiet moan from his throat.

“I’m going to fuck you, and then Duncan is going to slide in behind you too,” Markus half-whispers in his ear. 

Adam shivers, skin tingling where Markus’s breath hits it. Adam’s own breaths come out trembling, and when he feels Markus nudging him to sit up and then the press of cock against his relaxed, slick hole, he lets out whimper.

“Hush,” Duncan gentles. He’s settling onto the bed next to them, tugging at his cock and watching intently. 

Markus grabs Adam’s hips and presses them downward, pushing himself smoothly inside with just a few steady thrusts. Adam cries out, grabbing at Markus’s chest and squeezing hard as he sinks down all the way. It’s so big, still so much even though he’s used to it and he’s had the plug inside him all day. 

“Mm, good,” Markus grunts. “Bounce on me, and don’t come.”

Adam plants his hands, fingers splaying in the thick thatch of chest hair, and does as he’s told. He bounces like his life depends on it, because his satisfaction definitely does. Markus’s cock is a heavy weight in his ass, pulling and tugging at his rim so perfectly. He could get lost in this, and barely resists. He wants Duncan, too. This feels good but he needs to know what it’s like to feel them both inside at the same time. 

They’re both his daddies, and they share him in all ways. 

Duncan’s lip twitches in a snarl, his hand speeding up on his cock and adding to the quiet din of filthy noise. 

“Is this good? Am I making you feel good?” Adam asks wildly.

Markus just nods and tilts his hips. Adam’s rhythm falters, lips parting from the wave of pleasure as Markus’s cock strikes against that perfect spot on the down stroke. Markus laughs, and the sound of it just makes Adam burn all the more. It’s so much, he’s so wound up, and each bounce sends him higher and higher, blanking his thoughts as he careens towards his climax.

It’s so good that it manages to take his eyes off his goal. He fucks himself faster, cock throbbing and pulsing out streams of precome as his fingers grasp wildly in Markus’s chest hair. 

“Stop,” Duncan says, and puts his hand on Adam’s thigh to still him.

Adam lets out a frustrated whine, so Markus pulls him down, wraps his strong arms around Adam’s chest. 

“I think it might be time,” he says, addressing Duncan. “Let’s not keep him waiting.”

Adam feels like he might cry from relief when he feels Duncan moving behind him, straddling Markus’s thighs and placing a broad hand on the small of Adam’s back. The pop of the lube cap, and then there’s cool, slick liquid being poured onto Adam’s over-warm skin. Markus holds him close, presses soft, closed-mouth kisses to Adam’s cheek. 

“Stay very relaxed, Adam,” Duncan says. “I know you can. It’ll be just like when we practiced with your toys. But much better.”

His voice is smoky and warm, successfully calming Adam with just the sheer tone of it. Adam feels so safe here, pressed between the two powerful, dangerous men. They treat him so well, and his little adventure with the hookup app has paid off more than he could have ever imagined in his wildest dreams.

Duncan presses a finger to Adam’s rim, steadily and forcefully. It slides in, sending Adam’s thighs twitching and trembling on either side of Markus’s waist. He squirms, panting and clinging on. 

“Deep breaths,” Markus says.

Adam cries out when the second finger presses in alongside the first. White flashes behind his eyes, and along with it the realization that Duncan’s fingers are touching Markus’s cock, sliding alongside the thick vein on the underside, pressed up tight as they both invade Adam’s body.

“I’m ready!” Adam pleads.

“Are you sure?” Duncan asks. He slides his fingers out, then slides three back in.

The stretch is intense, and Adam’s cock won’t stop leaking where it’s pressed against Markus’s stomach. It’s perfect. Hurts just the way that sends Adam’s nerves buzzing in ceaseless waves. He’s sinking into it, and he might burst into tears if Duncan doesn’t give him what he wants soon.

“Yes! I am! I want it! Stop teasing me, you’ve been teasing me all ni--”

Pressure. Bulbous and insistent. Slick and searing hot. Duncan’s big hand is on Adam’s ass, squeezing hard as he pushes inside. Markus groans, head falling back against the pillow. His hands move to Adam’s chest, thumbs circling the sensitive nipples. Between that little touch and the massive cock stretching him open, dragging against his sensitive, puffy rim, it’s like a circuit completes within Adam’s body.

“Ah!” 

His head falls forward, eyes screwed shut and breath coming out in hot huffs. Duncan keeps pressing in, and Adam can feel every last bit of each thick inch.

When he finally feels the press of Duncan against his ass, he collapses down again. Adam’s hole sears, his sensitive rim stretched to its absolute maximum limit, both their heavy cocks deep inside him, rubbing up against one another. He can feel them throbbing inside him, can hear their pleasure in their quiet moans and alternating, broken words.

“Move!” Adam demands. 

“Say please,” Duncan replies, but his voice is tight.

“Please!”

That’s all it takes. Duncan grips his hips—hard—and begins to thrust. It’s slow, but it’s enough. 

Satisfied tears prick at the corners of Adam’s eyes and loud moan breaks from his throat. 

Duncan grabs at his ass, kneading the flesh of it, and stares down at the hole as his cock slides in and out. It’s such a tight fit, and soon enough they’re all wrapped up in it, moving in little jerky movements together. Markus slowly rolls his hips too, never far but enough to press against Adam’s prostate, grinding against it with unstoppable pressure.

It’s perfect. Beyond what he expected. The way his daddies are trembling and cursing just makes everything that much better. His cock is iron-stiff, leaking constantly, and Duncan’s thrusts make it rub against Markus’s stomach, too. He’s enveloped in heat and pleasure, the mixed scents of them winding into his mind and pulling him down to some primal place. He’s just a hole for them to use. Their good boy who takes his punishments and his rewards too. 

Normally so neat and tidy, right now he’s obliterated, his curls sweat-damp and sticking to his forehead, skin shiny and ruddy blush on his cheeks spread down his back.

The slow, deep push and pull of it. How he’s pressed between their bodies and all the intoxicating sensation that entails. The drag on his rim combined with the feeling of his hole being so full.

Soon Adam is shaking, mouth open in a silent scream against Markus’s hairy, sweaty chest. 

“He’s gonna come,” Markus grits out. 

Duncan doesn’t change anything, keeps slowly fucking in and out, grinding deep inside when he bottoms out, balls pressing against the base of Markus’s cock when he does.

Adam’s eyes roll back in his head, and he turns his head and bites. Markus laughs quietly, then lets out an uncharacteristically loud “Fuck.”

Adam is coming. His hole, widened by two cocks, clamps down as hard as it can when it’s stretched so wide. His poor, tormented cock spills into the hair on Markus’s stomach. Searing pleasure racks his body, and spikes higher again when he feels both of them start to fuck in and out of him, alternating strokes and chasing their pleasure with his body. He can feel their cocks sliding against each other and moving around inside of him, and that scream he’s been holding in for so long breaks from his throat when a second orgasm slams through him, strange and almost painful in how good it feels.

Markus curses again, then grinds deep inside as he comes. Duncan follows soon afterwards, thrusting and pushing Markus’s cock free of Adam’s ass. Then Duncan takes the opportunity to pound into it almost viciously, pulling hurt little whimpers out of Adam until his orgasm hits, and he floods Adam’s ass alongside Markus’s load.

He pulls out, and Adam shivers as he feels their mixed come leaking out over his puffy rim, and the sudden rush of air into his hole which is hanging open, widened out enough for two cocks and suddenly feeling so empty.

Duncan immediately begins showering him with praise, Adam doesn’t catch most of it. 

He collapses, floating somewhere in a haze of exhaustion and bone-deep satisfaction. Duncan’s voice goes quiet, then stops. Adam just lies there on Markus’s chest despite the mess and sweat of it all. He’ll care about that in a moment, but he can’t right now. He feels a heavy hand on his back, then drifts off into a shallow sleep.

They let him lie like that for about fifteen minutes, before gently rocking him awake.

“Adam?” Markus says. “We need to shower.”

“Okay,” Adam murmurs. He snuggles in a little, and plants a kiss on Markus’s chest. “Can one of you carry me there?”

“Of course. Here.”

Adam allows himself to be handed off to Duncan, turning and clinging to him as he’s walked to the bathroom. Adam isn’t tall, but he’s not very short either, and Duncan doesn’t struggle to carry him at all. 

They go to the bathroom, where Duncan runs a warm shower in their big, glass-walled shower stall, and they wait for Markus to join them.

“So, how are you feeling?” Duncan asks as he rubs shampoo into Adam’s curls. “Satisfied?”

“Tired. It felt good though. Really good.”

“Wonderful. Do you want to do it again?”

Adam’s eyebrows go up. “I’m too tired to do it right now.”

Markus laughs again. It’s nice hearing him doing that so often. It wasn’t as common when they first started dating. Adam warms, even though Markus is chuckling at him.

They finish washing and dry themselves off with thick, dark gray towels. The rest of the evening is spent curled up in the living room, watching old sci-fi movies. Adam is curled between the two of them on their long couch, and he feels the most at home he ever has in his life. His hole aches, too. But in a good way, he decides. He definitely wants it to happen again someday.

Notes:

and they all lived happily ever after 🥰

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. I would love to hear your thoughts if you feel like sharing them. I love these 3 so much, and Adam couldn't possibly be happier with his two dangerous, gruff men.