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“Such pretty boys.” Argyle cooed from his armchair, his lazy smile widening as he got twin whines in response. “And you’re doing so well too, taking your punishment so bravely.”
He’d come home earlier in the day to find Steve and Billy in separate parts of the apartment, sulking and refusing to talk to each other as they nursed various hurts. It was rare enough for his Subs not to be joined at the hip, but for them to have actually argued to the point where they’d thrown hands was unheard of. Something big had clearly happened but he’d had Steve and Billy under his care for long enough to know that apologies and explanations wouldn’t come easily.
He had to break them down first. So that was what he was doing.
Billy was on his back, blanketed by Steve’s body as they rutted languidly against each other. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat, saliva and pre-cum. Steve’s thighs were visibly shaking and Billy was whimpering almost constantly as they kissed, tongues sliding against one another, the sound of their pleasure almost deafening in the quiet of their living room.
Argyle rose to his feet and made his way over to them, ratcheting up the intensity of the vibrations coming from their matching plugs, causing Steve to break the kiss with a shout, his hips moving abortively as his orgasm was robbed from him. “How are we doing babies?” Argyle asked, stroking a hand through Billy’s hair as he blinked up at him. Billy was still fighting subspace, just like he always did, but his blue eyes were getting hazier by the second. “That’s it, go down for me, my love.”
“Daddy.” Steve whined, already deep in subspace himself, his grip on Billy’s waist causing his knuckles to whiten and dark bruises to appear on Billy’s tanned skin.
“Shhh.” Argyle soothed, tangling a hand in Steve’s soft hair and guiding him back up until he kissed Billy again. “Good boys, you’re doing so well.” He whispered, petting down Steve’s damp back. “See, isn’t this so much better than fighting?”
The two Subs simply moaned in return, their swollen, red cocks sliding against one another as they desperately tried to get relief despite the cock rings locked securely around them both. The chain that Argyle had used to connect their collars together jangled as Billy arched and threw his head back, gripping hold of Steve’s ass and tugging him as flush as possible as he rode out his first dry orgasm of the night.
“Mhhhmm, pretty.” Steve slurred, nuzzling against Billy’s throat.
Argyle couldn’t help but smile, even when they were arguing it was so clear to see how much his boys loved each other.
He still remembered the first day he’d found them, two bonded Submissives, shivering under the pier, clutching at each other as they desperately tried to stave off their respective drops. They’d been together since they were teenagers, had fought side by side against a world that didn’t see them as anything other than a Dominant’s property. It hadn’t mattered to them that they were both Subs, their love and devotion to one another had been enough.
Until it wasn’t.
A Submissive could only go so long without Domination, and as Submissives Steve and Billy couldn’t Dominate each other, so they’d grown sick and weak. It didn’t matter that their Submission styles were highly compatible, with Steve’s Submission hinging on caring for someone and Billy’s on the need to be cared for, they couldn’t get each other into Subspace. Their refusal to separate and find a Dominant had led to them both being disowned by their families, and so they’d made their way to California. Where Argyle found them.
Initially he’d been determined to act as nothing but a proxy Dom. He didn’t want to get between Steve and Billy when they were so clearly infatuated with one another. So, when he’d collared them and brought them into his home, they’d had their own room, their own space. They came to him when they needed levelling out, knelt at his feet until they felt more balanced and then returned to their own cosy little nest.
And despite his growing feelings for both of them Argyle had stuck to his promise. Sure, he may have spent his nights jacking off to the sounds of Steve and Billy making love in the next room, but that was as far as it went.
Until one day, the best day of his life, when Billy and Steve had stood in front of him, looking so cute and bashful, as they shyly asked him to join them. They had confessed their feelings for him in a flurry of overlapping voices, both short of breath by the time they finished, their cheeks flushed and their eyes shining with unshed tears.
That had been two years ago. And since then, nothing close to the sight he’d walked in on today had happened.
He traced the edge of Billy’s black eye with his thumb, and then the cut on Steve’s cheek before climbing onto the sofa behind them. He pressed down on Steve’s lower back, stopping any more movement as he turned off their vibrators, letting both of his Subs catch their breath for a moment. “You ready to apologise?” He asked, eyes tracking over the line of Steve’s blue thigh straps until he reached the short length of chain connecting them to the matching pink straps secured around Billy’s legs. He’d tied his Subs together on a number of occasions, made them work together to get off or simply bound them so that he could fuck them both at once, but he’d never done it to force closeness like this.
He’d never needed to before.
He still hadn’t had a response and looked up to see Steve and Billy pointedly not looking at each other. “You know you’re not being let out of this until you do, right?” He asked with a sigh.
Still no answer.
“Okay then, if you don’t want to say you’re sorry yet, will you at least tell daddy why you were fighting?”
“You tell him.” Billy growled, subspace falling away almost instantly. Argyle had always been equal parts proud and heartbroken at how easily Billy was able to fight against his instincts. He knew that it was a trauma response from his childhood, something he’d had to learn to survive growing up with his abusive father, but it still awed him that Billy could snap out of subspace whenever he wanted.
“Why should I? It was your stupid fucking idea.” Steve spat, pushing onto his hands and attempting to sit up until the chain between their collars grew taut.
Argyle’s eyes widened as Steve attempted to unclasp the chain with an annoyed whine. “Hey now.” He said, catching Steve’s hand. “Who said you could touch?”
“I don’t want to be near him right now.” Steve shot back, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Well I don’t want to be near you.” Billy shouted. “And I was trying to be nice.”
“Nice?” Steve was practically screeching now. “It would have been nicer to just tell me you don’t love me anymore.”
“I...” Billy froze, eyes wide. “What?”
“Well...” Steve hiccuped, wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand. “Why else would you want to do separate scenes? It’s because you don’t want me anymore, it’s because I'm not good enough, you don't...”
“Bambi.” Billy sat up, tears of his own tracking down his face. “What are you talking about? Of course I love you.” He grabbed Steve’s wrists, pulling them away from his face and ducking his head as he tried to catch Steve’s eye.
“Then why did you say I should ask daddy to fuck us separately?”
“I just thought you might want some one-on-one time with him, you know, so that he can make you feel special.” Billy said gently, a blush forming on his cheeks as he glanced at Argyle. “Daddy’s always so focused on me, and so are you, pretty boy. I’m difficult, I know that, it takes more effort to get me under, and you’re such a good boy that you never complain about it. I figured that it must get frustrating, I thought you must be feeling left out, or taken for granted. I wanted you to feel special.”
“I feel special with you.” Steve sobbed. “I love looking after you. I'm a service Sub Billy, you know this.”
“Yeah but...”
Steve dove forward before Billy could finish his sentence, crashing their lips together. “I don’t want to do a scene without you.” he whispered against Billy’s lips. “I love you baby, I want to help daddy take care of you.”
“I love you too, pretty boy. I just want you to be happy.” Billy replied, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist as he kissed him back.
Argyle smiled as his Subs gently loved on each other. They’d been kissing earlier obviously, but Submissives in a shared scene often needed to kiss and touch for comfort, this was closer to how Steve and Billy normally kissed. It was slow and deep, little hums escaping both of them as they sunk into it, their tongues dancing almost hypnotically.
“Good boys.” He whispered, nudging Steve’s shoulder until they were both laying down again. “Such good boys.” He reached between them, unclasping their cock rings. “Now, just say the magic words and Daddy will let you both come.”
“I’m sorry.” Billy gasped, eyes growing glazed again as Steve gently rocked against him.
“I’m sorry too.” Steve replied instantly, resting their foreheads together.
“Well done, that’s my beautiful babies. Come for me now, come for daddy.” Argyle put just the faintest hint of Dom voice into his order, just enough to push them over the edge and he cooed gently when his Subs did as they were told, coming all over themselves with twin moans.
Steve slumped against Billy’s chest, panting even as he continued to press lazy kisses to Billy’s damp skin. “I love you.” he repeated quietly. “I don’t want to stop taking care of you.”
“I love you too.” Billy replied instantly, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry, I'm so sorry.”
Both Steve and Argyle looked up at Billy in shock as he started to sob, covering his face with his hands.
“Billy?” Steve asked, pushing himself up onto his hands, looking at Argyle desperately. “Billy, what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” Billy repeated, his breaths stuttering in and out of his chest the way they always did whenever he was on the verge of a drop.
“Okay little one, let’s get you cleaned up and warm yeah?” Argyle soothed, unclipping Steve and Billy’s collars. He made quick work of releasing the rest of their bonds, guiding Steve into a standing position before scooping Billy into his arms. “Come on Stevie, wanna help me with baby boy?”
Steve nodded, chewing worriedly on his bottom lip as he followed them into the bathroom. He hovered in the doorway whilst Argyle placed Billy on the closed toilet lid and wrapped him in a towel.
“Come on pretty baby, come and snuggle with your boy.” Argyle held his hand out towards Steve. “You’d like that wouldn’t you blue, for Stevie to hold you?”
Billy didn’t reply verbally, just continued to sob, leaning against Steve’s chest when he settled down next to him. “’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to keep saying that baby.” Steve cooed, stroking through Billy’s hair as Argyle filled the bath. “We already apologised to each other, we’re okay.”
“But...but...” Billy trailed off, rubbing his face against Steve’s shoulder. “I’m making you take care of me again.”
“And I love taking care of you, didn’t you listen when I told you that?”
“But...”
“No buts baby.” Argyle interrupted this time, he knew how Billy got when he was in a drop. He spiralled, all the insecurities that he’d built up in that house with his father rising to the surface, making him feel like he wasn’t good enough. Steve did something similar when he dropped as well, but he was less weepy, he instead channelled all his energy into proving that he could provide, for both Billy and Argyle. “Steve wants to take care of you, just as much as I do, and so you’re going to be a good boy and let us, okay?”
Billy sniffled but allowed Argyle and Steve to move him into the bath. He let out a whine when Steve climbed in behind him, wrapping his arms around his chest and pulling him close. “I’m...”
“Don’t say sorry.” Steve said, laughing quietly when Billy huffed. “Why won’t you let me take care of you, baby? Why is daddy the only one that can?”
“Cus if you’re taking care of me then you won’t go down.” Billy muttered, flinching slightly when Argyle began washing him. “I don’t remember the last time you went down.”
Steve and Argyle shared a confused glance.
“What are you talking about baby? Stevie went under yesterday. I had you both in Subspace for two hours.”
Now it was Billy’s turn to look confused. “But...” He looked down at where Steve was stroking his stomach. “Steve was up when I came back, and he didn’t need any aftercare.”
Steve laughed, the sound light and relaxed. “Oh my god, I get it now.” He placed a kiss on Billy’s cheek. “I thought you realised that taking care of you was my aftercare? Have you been thinking, after all this time, that I wasn’t getting to Subspace because our aftercare looks different?”
From the flush on Billy’s cheeks Argyle could tell that that was exactly what Billy had been thinking. “Oh, my poor sweet baby.” He cooed. “My sensitive, silly little man.”
Billy huffed again, slumping further into the water with a pout. “Shut up. How was I supposed to know that Steve didn’t want snuggles and shit after a scene?”
“Oh, I definitely do want snuggles.” Steve said, tightening his grip on Billy and nosing at his neck until the other boy snorted out a laugh. “But I think you need to say sorry again.”
“What?” Argyle and Billy said in unison.
“Thinking that daddy wasn’t taking care of me.” Steve and Argyle locked eyes, a positively evil smile crossing the Subs face. “What a bad boy.”
“I...” Billy trailed off, looking between Steve and Argyle desperately. “That wasn’t what I meant.”
“I know it wasn’t sweetheart.” Argyle said gently, he helped Steve and Billy back out of the bath, drying them both off with the fluffiest towels they owned. The ones he always kept specially for after-drop aftercare. “Stevie’s just teasing you. Now, let’s go to the bedroom, shall we? I think after you were both so good at taking your punishment and talking it out, you deserve a little playtime.”
“Are you going to play as well, daddy?” Billy asked, following Argyle’s silent command and laying down on their bed. He followed his question with a gasp as Argyle slowly removed the plug he’d been wearing since Argyle had come home.
“I am indeed, watching you two together really got me going.”
Argyle was a rarity when it came to Dominants, and he really didn’t have much of a sex drive. He’d known he was on the asexual spectrum since high school, and it was one of the reasons why he’d never collared a Submissive until meeting Steve and Billy. Most of the time he was content to simply watch his pretty Subs play with each other, listen to their noises of pleasure and bask in the knowledge that he was the reason they were in Subspace. But every now and then the urge to join in was so overwhelming that he couldn’t help himself, and those nights often led to some of the longest sessions they had as a trio.
“You next Stevie.” Argyle said, guiding Steve down until his Subs were in the same position as they had been before, grasping Steve’s swollen cock and pushing it past the slight resistance of Billy’s hole. “Now, you boys be good and stay there. Daddy’s going to fuck Stevie until he comes in that pretty little hole of yours and then Daddy’s going to fuck Billy.”
“We’re both going to fill him up?” Steve asked, hips twitching minutely, just enough for Argyle to spot. He let out a whimpering moan when Argyle slapped him lightly on the ass in admonishment for moving.
“Of course we are, baby boy here isn’t happy unless it’s dripping out of him, are you baby?” Argyle asked as he lubed up his own cock, guiding it into Steve’s tight hole.
Billy’s answering moan was almost drowned out by Steve’s as he collapsed against Billy’s chest.
Argyle tangled a hand in Steve’s hair, tugging until he lifted his head before diving down and capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. He repeated the motion with Billy before letting go, smiling when the Subs instantly began making out on their own. He gripped Steve’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock and then forward into Billy’s hole, using him to pleasure the both of them.
“That’s it, such good boys.” He husked, voice rumbling out of his chest as he chased his pleasure. Argyle had a pretty good handle on himself, and he knew that although Steve enjoyed getting fucked, he hated the feeling of cum inside of him, so Argyle focused on getting Steve off first. He normally had fairly good stamina, but their earlier scene had been a long one and Argyle could already feel the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching. “Come for me.” He ordered, snapping his hips harder and startling a cry out of Steve’s lips. “Come on Stevie, come for daddy.”
“Daddy.” Steve shouted, shivering through his orgasm. “F-fuck.” He slumped back down against Billy again, whimpering as Argyle pulled out.
“Bend him in half for me baby, that’s it.” Argyle ordered gently, watching as Steve hooked his arms under Billy’s knees and lifted. “Look after our boy now, while I use the fun thing between his legs.” Keeping Steve sandwiched between them to stop the Sub from getting cold, Argyle sunk into Billy’s stretched hole.
That was another difference between his boys, Billy’s need to be used. Argyle really didn’t understand how they had gone so long without realising it about each other, why Billy had assumed that Steve felt unfulfilled, but maybe it had something to do with their differences in minor designation.
Steve was a service Sub, just like he’d said. He dropped best when he was looking after his partner, when he was a good boy and providing for them. He was also much closer to the Princess designation than Billy, he needed kindness and a gentle hand when he was in a scene. Steve couldn’t handle bad names, didn’t like to be treated like anything other than the precious boy he was.
Billy on the other hand, was a pleasure Sub. He dropped best when he was being used for something, it was just a different kind of service really. He was also a Brat, and delighted in the rough handling and degradation that came from bucking his Doms authority. Argyle had lost count of the number of times Billy had broken a rule purely because he wanted the punishment that came with it.
“That’s my perfect slut.” Argyle growled as Billy writhed and moaned in Steve’s grip. “Going to go to sleep with Daddy and Stevie’s ownership seeping out of you, aren't you?”
“Y-yes...daddy.” Billy arched, painting his spend over his and Steve’s chest. “H-harder, please, harder daddy.”
Argyle did as Billy asked, snapping his hips aggressively enough that the headboard smacked against the wall and Steve was driven forward with each movement. It only took another minute or so before Argyle was coming, driving his cock as deep as it would go as he moaned.
“You taking it all?” Steve whispered against Billy’s cheek. “You taking everything daddy gives you?”
“Y-yes.” Billy stuttered in reply, turning his head and capturing Steve’s lips in a kiss.
Steve smiled into the kiss, pushing his tongue past Billy’s lips and swallowing his overstimulated whimpers as Argyle pulled out of him. “Good whore.”
Argyle couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the pathetic whine that came out of Billy when Steve spoke. To think that Billy had been convinced that Steve didn’t love doing this, when the Sub was practically glowing as he petted up and down Billy’s sides, whispering filth against his lips with the evilest smile on his face.
“You two are insatiable.” He said with a warm smile as he manoeuvred everyone under the covers.
Steve smiled at him over Billy’s shoulder as Billy nuzzled against his neck. “I just love watching him get all fucked out. It makes me so happy to look after him, to make sure Billy is well taken care of.”
Billy huffed, slapping at Steve’s chest. “I fucking get it already, Jesus Christ.”
Argyle and Steve laughed, snuggling down into the warmth and safety of their bedroom.
“Well, I'm beat.” Argyle said with a yawn, flinging his arm over both of them, tugging at Steve’s back until Billy was sandwiched tightly between them. “But if you two still have energy then don’t stop on my account. You have my permission to come as much as you want, just fuck quietly, okay?”
“Okay daddy.” Steve and Billy replied in unison and Argyle heard the unmistakable sound of a lubed-up cock sliding home as he turned off the bedroom light.
“You hear that baby?” Steve whispered as Argyle closed his eyes. “Daddy’s given me permission to fuck you all. Night. Long.”