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Cellbit rubbed his cheek against Roier’s chest and sighed contentedly. The alcohol from earlier buzzed in the back of his head, keeping him fuzzy, keeping him warm. He propped his chin up on his chest, smiling sleepily up at him. Somewhere to his left, someone moaned loudly. Right after, Cellbit heard a hushed whisper, something loud enough to filter through the wall, but nothing he could really parse. Another moan, louder this time, but then his attention drifted back to Roier.
“Shh, gatinho,” Roier said as he ran his fingers through Cellbit’s hair. “Don’t worry about them, just focus on me.” Roier’s voice was heady, soft and wanting, but content to rest. Cellbit would have to wait for another round anyways, what with Roier’s cock soft against his stomach and his hole still dripping with his husband’s cum. His cunt pulsed in want, but he could be patient. He could wait for Roier to feel back up to fucking him.
The French really knew how to throw a party. They invited the entire server for drinks and fun, among other things. He didn’t really know who first started the orgy, but it went from them chatting to Bad yanking Forever close before pinning him to the ground in the center of the room. Cellbit had started to turn his head to give them privacy, but Roier pulled him into his lap and forced his head to stay still, to keep watching as Bad fed his wriggling cock into Forever’s hole.
“Keep watching, gatinho,” Roier said, already unbuttoning Cellbit’s pants. He nodded and watched Bad slide right into Forever. He knew just how loud Forever would get; already, the man was gasping and dissolving into a mess of moaning and begging. Cellbit’s own breath hitched as Roier slid his finger over his slit. He worked him open, his mouth near his ear as he whispered a slew of the filthiest shit into his ear. Cellbit bit down on the moans that threatened to pour from his mouth as he rolled his hips forward. His hole was slick, needy in no time as his husband stretched him open.
Forever came with a loud cry in front of him, and Cellbit lurched forward with a whine in time. He was close, fuck, he was close. Roier held onto his hips, his fingers pulled out and rubbing his slick against his thigh as he waited for Cellbit to come back from the edge. Cellbit whined again, but Roier made sure he was still watching the sight before him.
Bad slammed into Forever’s hole with a shout, holding still as he filled him with his cum, before pulling out. He licked a long stripe up Forever’s back, grinning as he stepped aside. Pierre took his place and pulled Forever back onto his cock by his braid. Cellbit watched his friend get passed around the others, Roier edging him the entire time. His attention drifted over to the far wall, to where Etoiles had Antoine hovering just above his lap. Cellbit watched with a growing hunger as one of Antoine’s mouths opened against Etoiles’ lips, focusing on them as they kissed. Etoiles’ hand slipped under Antoine’s robe and then Roier was tugging his face to his so they could kiss too.
Everything turned pretty hazy after that.
At some point, he remembered Pierre coming in and pressing a glass to his lips. He drank it down greedily, the alcohol burning as it slid down his throat. Pierre left some more on a nearby table, but then Roier thrust up into him hard enough that he saw stars, and he forgot all about anything else around him.
Roier’s cock was good, a filling weight inside him that felt right, felt perfect, felt like it belonged there always. He felt empty without it buried deep inside him, skin to skin, flesh to flesh, his slick and Roier’s cum dripping out of his hole as Roier fucked into him at a steady pace. He came back to himself as he came with a half-strangled shout, his eyes fluttered as Roier’s cock throbbed and twitched and spilled into him.
Cellbit heard footsteps behind him, almost recognizing the sound, when a pair of heavy, rough hands grabbed his hips. Etoiles laughed deep in his chest as he tugged at Cellbit meaningfully.
"Is it alright if I borrow this?" he asked, his accented voice carrying over Cellbit's head to Roier. Roier’s eyes flicked down, fixing his husband with a hungry stare. His gaze returned to Etoiles; Cellbit watched his hand drift down to wrap around his cock.
"Only if I get to watch,” he replied, his voice heavy with arousal.
Cellbit didn’t even need to turn to feel Etoiles’ face crack into a grin; he could feel it boring into the scarred slope of his back. He heard Etoiles rumble something in French, but the translation was lost to him as Etoiles spread open his legs and slotted himself in between them. He felt something thick and warm press against his ass, and groaned into his arms when Etoiles spread his cheeks apart.
“He doesn’t need prepping,” Roier said above him. Cellbit groaned again into his arms, then pressed backwards, trying to get a feel for how big the French Beast really was.
Behind him, Etoiles chuckled darkly. “It is not that I don’t trust you, Roier, but I do think he’ll need something.”
“I’m loose,” Cellbit replied. He waited a beat for the translator to catch up, then added, “I’m slick, you can start.” A warm, calloused hand slid down his side, then coaxed him to lift up his body with a croon. Cellbit propped up on his elbows and Etoiles’ hand slipped down his front to slip a finger into his slit. His breath hitched, then it turned into a groan as the single digit became two, both probing open his hole. Etoiles murmured something again, but Cellbit had given up trying to pay attention to the translator. Besides, he could hear how pleased the other man was just in his voice.
“Good, good, Cellbit,” Etoiles praised right as he pressed a third finger into his cunt. “You are so slick for me, but so quiet. I want to hear you scream tonight.”
Cellbit bit down on his moan, his skin flushing red as Roier burst into a laugh.
“Give him an enigma if you want to hear him scream!”
“I think I can manage that,” Etoiles hummed as he pulled free his fingers. “The enigma of how much he can take of me before he becomes loud.”
Cellbit shivered; Etoiles’ fingers had been thick inside of him, the stretch of three even more than Roier needed. He felt something thick and heavy press against his hole; Roier’s cum still dripping out of him made for extra lube. But Etoiles didn’t press in right away, just let him feel the tease of his cock. He rocked back against it, gasping as part of the head slipped into him. It was big, but nothing he couldn’t take. He’d seen the size of the toys they used down in Baghera’s dungeon, the ones they used with the fucking machines. He wasn’t sure how anyone would be able to take those, but he knew Forever would definitely try. He knew Phil had been considering it earlier before dragging Missa down there by the collar.
His thoughts were cut short when Etoiles jerked forward with a sharp thrust. It forced more of his cock into Cellbit’s leaking hole, and he jerked forward in time with a gasp. God, he was huge inside him, so fucking big, so fucking thick. Cellbit felt his head get tilted up, Roier’s hand a familiar warmth against his cheek.
“Oh, gatinho, you look so pretty like this. How does he feel?”
Cellbit tried to answer, but then Etoiles thrust forward again, feeding his cock into his cunt centimeter by centimeter. All that came out was a strangled gasp and a whine. Behind him, he felt Etoiles’ hands grip his hips as his laugh bubbled out of him.
“I can see why you call him ‘kitten’,” Etoiles laughed, taking a moment to let Cellbit rest, to breathe, to gasp and whine. Etoiles’ hands curled with another laugh, “It is because of the way that he purrs.” Without much more warning, the man jerked Cellbit back as he thrust forward. Cellbit cried out as his cock dragged against his inner walls, boring a hole deep into his core until he felt Etoiles’ balls slap against his clit. He was hilted. He was speared. He was impaled on Etoiles’ fat cock, and he was pretty sure he came again. Maybe. It was hard to say as he tried to wrap his mind around how stretched he felt.
Etoiles’ stomach pressed against his ass, his cock a thick weight inside him, his balls heavy with the seed needed to–
“Oh, it’s good, isn’t it, gatinho?” Roier teased as he smirked down at him.
Cellbit groaned in return, his head lifting up enough to shoot his husband a glare. Roier was sitting back, his cock in his hand, and Cellbit found his eyes drawn to it like–
“You’re a real bitch in heat, aren’t you? Look at you. Etoiles barely had to offer before you were presenting yourself for him. You’ve been wanting this a while, haven’t you? I’ve seen the way you’ve been staring at him all night, gatinho.” Roier adjusted his position, moving closer, moving just out of reach for Cellbit to wrap his mouth around his husband’s cock. It was the worst kind of torture and Cellbit loved it as much as he loved him.
“If this kitten is in heat, well,” Etoiles laughed again and rolled his hips meaningfully. “I believe I know exactly how to deal with that.” He pulled out slowly, chuckling as Cellbit gasped at the drag of his cock, then turned him over. Cellbit stared at the size of the cock in Etoiles’ hand when he saw it. It was so fat it looked like it was one of Baghera’s toys; how in the world did he manage to hold that much of the French Beast inside him?
He didn’t have long to wonder before Etoiles was forcing his cock back inside him. The slide was easier this time, and Cellbit could focus on the feeling of Etoiles inside him. It was still so, so much! He was panting by the time their hips met once more, and managed to get his mouth to move enough to spit out something he hoped was coherent. “Are you going to actually fuck me? Or are you going to move?”
“You know, I was going to fuck you, but I think, uh, I like this side of you more, Cellbit.” Etoiles pressed the flat of his hand across his stomach; Cellbit’s breath hitched when he felt the pressure of his hand against the cock buried inside him. “I like the way you bite.”
“Oh-ey-ey, be careful what you say, pendejo,” Roier said, holding his hand out. “He’s into that.”
Etoiles’ eyes flicked down to him and his smile grew a touch wider. “That is a good thing to know, but maybe another time, Cellbit. I still would like to fuck you tonight.” His grip on Cellbit’s hips tightened, pulling out a little before brutally thrusting in. The pace he set was fast, brutal, his cock pounding hard into his cunt until it almost hurt. Every thrust punched out another sound from Cellbit’s lips, his voice rising until it drowned out the others around him. At some point, Roier moved so that his head was between his legs, his breath panting on the underside of Roier’s cock. He didn’t try to fuck his face; instead, he opted to stroke himself over Cellbit’s face.
“Purr for me, kitten,” Etoiles groaned, never letting up. “Yowl for me. I’m going to fill your stomach, Cellbit. I can feel how much you want to take all of me. I can feel how much your body wants my seed, ha. You are a bitch in heat? Well, I’m going to breed you until all that heat vanishes.”
“Yes! Yes, do it, please! Breed me, Etoiles!” Cellbit cried out, shouted, screamed and begged and pleaded for his seed to take root inside of him. He was already dripping from his husband’s cum; what more would another load do?
All he could hear was Roier panting above him, Etoiles’ skin slapping against his own, and their heavy breaths and moans. The pressure built up fast inside of him, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t–!
“Fuck!” Etoiles swore, his hips slamming against Cellbit’s. He felt the man’s cock twitch as he spilled his seed deep inside his body, and Cellbit swore in return. He wasn’t there, he was at the edge, but he wasn’t there! He–
“Move,” Etoiles grunted, pushing Roier back. Cellbit gasped as those rough hands grabbed him, still impaled on his cock, and dragged him up. He tried to press against Etoiles’ body, to beg for something, any kind of friction, anything to push him over the edge, but then teeth sank into his throat and his world went white.
His orgasm crashed into him and he fell into the waves below, the teeth in his throat ripping out a wordless moan. Etoiles groaned into his flesh, and he pressed back into the touch, into the bite, riding the pain like he rode his orgasm out. He was coming down when he felt ropes of hot cum hit his back, belatedly remembering Roier was still with them. Cellbit laughed softly, his breath hitching when Etoiles finally released his throat. There was a lot more blood dripping out of him than he expected when he lifted a hand to his throat. Broken skin, blood on Etoiles lips, and Cellbit felt arousal curl in his guts again at the sight.
Etoiles’ hand was in his inventory, looking for a potion, when his hands twitched, Cellbit grinding back down on his cock. Their eyes met, and Cellbit grabbed his shoulder and dragged him in for a kiss. The blood on his lips tasted divine, and he already knew he wanted more.