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The three had a flight to catch and the airport was about 40 minutes away. They had already finished packing and getting ready—or at least, Sigma thought they had. He blamed himself for taking so long earlier and looked around anxiously, rushing to find Nikolai while yelling toward Fyodor, whose hair he could see peeking out from behind a wall.
“Where the hell is he? We’re gonna be late!” Sigma shouted.
With a shaky breath, Fyodor replied, “…He’s in the bathroom.”
Sigma rolled his eyes and gestured for Fyodor to tell Nikolai to hurry up. Unaware of what was happening behind the wall, Sigma continued to hear faint, odd noises—groans, almost like whimpers—coming from Fyodor.
“Ugh, Fyodor, why don’t you come help me load the bags outside and call the car? And grab some snacks, we’re not eating at the airport!” Sigma called out as he busied himself with the suitcases.
“Just… hah—give me a minute,” Fyodor responded, his voice strained as he tried to steady himself.
Sigma paused, growing suspicious. “What the hell are you doing, Fyodor?” he asked, stepping closer. His ears caught the faint sound of wet, rhythmic noises coming from behind the wall.
Before he could investigate further, a hand materialized out of thin air and pushed him back. Nikolai had teleported just in time, wagging his finger with an unseen mischievous grin. He teased, pushing Sigma away before his hand disappeared again.
“Kolya, you dumbass, giving us away…” Fyodor muttered faintly under his breath, though Sigma still caught it.
"Alright, that's enough! What is going on...?" he gasped as he turned the corner, only to find Nikolai's head positioned between Fyodor's legs. Most of Fyodor's clothing remained intact, including his cape, but his pants and boxers were strewn across the floor, revealing hickeys and bite marks adorning his inner thighs. As Nikolai pulled his head away, Fyodor's length slipped from his mouth with a soft 'pop.' Sigma averted his gaze, feeling flustered and somewhat embarrassed. "Are you serious... again?! Fyodor, you need to stop giving in to Nikolai's antics! I know this was his idea!"
Fyodor appeared visibly aroused and flushed, his hair disheveled, while Nikolai stood up and wiped his mouth with a grin that exuded innocence. Fyodor groaned, "It's not that bad, Sigma."
Sigma took a small step back as Nikolai approached him. "No... I—Nikolai, stop! We're going to be late. Couldn't you have done this earlier? Or at least waited until after?"
Nikolai merely shrugged with a smirk, showing no signs of shame. "What's the hurry, Siggy? Fyodor will make sure we arrive on time," he said, winking playfully. "Besides, you know he can't resist my... persuasive tongue."
Fyodor rolled his eyes in exasperation, leaning back against the wall, catching his breath while Nikolai inched closer to Sigma, his gaze filling with desire. "We really do not have time for this," Sigma protested, "Just finish up, and I’ll get everything ready."
However, Nikolai disregarded Sigma's objections, stepping even closer and wrapping his arms around Sigma's waist, drawing him near. "Your always so strict…" he murmured, nuzzling his face against Sigma's neck.
Sigma felt a rush of warmth spread through his body, particularly as he caught sight of Fyodor’s disheveled appearance. "I will give you two a few minutes to finish up…" He replied, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "A minute is all I need," Nikolai said gently, reaching out to run his fingers through Sigma's hair.
"Ah! I mean—no, stop! Your hands are probably all slimy," Sigma exclaimed, unable to deny that both Nikolai and the sight of Fyodor were affecting him. He mentally cursed himself for being so vulnerable to the jester's charms.
The two men exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles barely contained. Nikolai brought his moist fingers to Sigma's lips, tracing them lightly, while Fyodor adjusted his clothes just enough to reveal his evident arousal. "Does that truly bother you, Sigma?" he inquired, teasingly.
"Right now, yes, it does," Sigma replied, flustered. "We need to hurry—go finish with Fyodor, he looks... pent up." He whined, attempting to conceal his embarrassed expression.
Fyodor chuckled softly, standing up straight and fixing his hair with a playful smirk. "See Sigma, you are admitting that I'm pent up. Perhaps you should assist in relieving me instead?" he suggested raising his eyebrows, clearly interpreting Sigma's embarrassment as a form of encouragement.
With a resigned sigh, Sigma pulled himself together, averting his gaze from both of his boyfriends. "If this will speed us up, then I guess I should consider it," he conceded.
Nikolai clapped his hands together in delight, bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. "Oh, oh, oh! Let’s do it! Let’s assist Fyodor in relieving his tension!" He seized Sigma's arm, pulling him toward Fyodor. "Come on, Siggy, you can do it!"
Nikolai knelt down, tugging Sigma down to join him while wearing a mischievous smirk. Sigma glanced up at Fyodor, who noticed the anxiety evident in his expression. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to baby…” He said with a more gentle tone. “N-no.. I want to” Sigma admitted, slightly embarrassed.
Fyodor towered over them, his gaze intense and filled with desire as he looked down at Sigma. "Get to work, Sig," he commanded, his voice now low and authoritative. "Make Nikolai quiet for a moment and help me relax."
Nikolai met Sigma's gaze and winked before he began to lick Fyodor's impressive length. Sigma quickly followed suit, shivering each time their tongues intertwined.
Fyodor let out a loud groan, his head tilting back as he experienced the sensation of the twos tongues working in tandem on him. "Yes... just like that," he praised, placing his hands on their heads to gently guide their actions.
Nikolai accepted the affectionate gestures with eagerness, lighting up like a praised dog. Sigma blushed and felt a swarm of butterflies in his stomach as he continued to pleasure the raven-haired man above.
Fyodor's breathing became increasingly labored, and his hips began to move in a subtle rhythm as the two men collaborated to bring him pleasure. He glanced down at Sigma's flushed face, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. "Sigma, you truly are the worst, so cute beneath me…" he taunted.
"Mhm?" came Sigma's response, feeling degraded yet yearning for a reward. The vibrations from the sound sending a jolt of sensation down Fyodor's length, causing him to let out a soft whimper.
Nikolai chuckled at the sound, fully aware of the effect he was having on Fyodor's sensitive areas. Fyodor returned the smirk with an air of cruelty, one hand tangling in Sigma's hair as he said, "You're such a needy little slut, aren't you?"
Sigma whined against him, pulling back momentarily to protest, "Fyodor... you're the one who wanted this in the first place! How can I be the slut for wanting to finish this quickly so we don’t miss our flight?"
Fyodor laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Because you are the one down here on your knees, looking all innocent with that little blushing face and those big, puppy eyes!" he mocked.
"How am I meant to do anything about that?! That’s embarrassing…" he replied, clearly flustered.
Nikolai observed the interaction with a smile, obviously relishing the playful exchange. He reached out to affectionately pat Sigma's cheek. "Oh dear Sigma, getting all flustered and embarrassed. It's so adorable!" he teased mockingly.
"Ugh—just be quiet!" Sigma exclaimed, swatting Nikolai's hand away, despite the fact he enjoyed the teasing. He sighed and looked up at Fyodor again, this time positioning the tip of his member close to Sigma's lips.
Fyodor's smirk broadened as Sigma submitted, aligning the tip of his member near those enticing lips. "Now that is more like it," he purred approvingly, rewarding Sigma with a gentle stroke on his cheek. "Such a good boy, understanding his role."
"Fuck..." Sigma muttered before taking Fyodor's length into his mouth, while Nikolai positioned himself beside them to lick the areas that Sigma's mouth couldn’t reach.
Fyodor let out a deep groan as Sigma enveloped his length with his mouth, his fingers weaving through the younger man's hair. "Yes, just like that... go deeper," he urged, his hips gently rocking to push himself further in.
As Fyodor's length vibrated with pleasure, Sigma reveled in the praise and gentle touch on his head, thoroughly enjoying the sensations. Nikolai momentarily pulled away, teasing him by affectionately, Sigma continued his efforts to please Fyodor, his actions fueled by desire.
Tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes as he struggled to accommodate Fyodor's long length, especially being less experienced, his gaze blurring from the effort. Fyodor's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he watched Sigma's distress, his own arousal intensifying at the sight of the tears and Sigma's desperate attempts to take him in.
"Look at you, choking on my cock and crying so beautifully for me," Fyodor taunted, his voice low and husky with desire, as he gazed down at Sigma with a smirk.
Sigma looked up, his vision hazy, and resumed his steady pace, his mouth and tongue working in tandem to pleasure Fyodor's member. He couldn't help but notice Nikolai, who was smirking and licking Fyodor's cock with a practiced ease, his tongue and hand expertly navigating the areas that Sigma's mouth couldn't reach.
Sigma's whimpers were muffled as Fyodor's hands ran through his hair, his tongue darting in and out to tease Fyodor's sensitive spots, his lips spiraling around the tip of his length. Fyodor's breath hitched, and he praised Sigma, his hips gently swaying to meet the rhythm of Sigma's mouth. "Just like that... Nikolai, guide his head now. Make him take just a little more."
Nikolai promptly followed Fyodor's instructions, a smile spreading across his face as he pressed his hand down on top of Fyodor's, which was tangled in Sigma's hair, gently guiding him deeper. Fyodor groaned as Sigma was forced to take more of him, the head of his cock hitting the back of Sigma's throat.
Tears streamed down Sigma's face as he gagged a few times, yet he continued to follow instructions, taking Fyodor's length deeper into his mouth. He sucked and licked all around, his tongue teasing the tip, and he could taste the salty liquid leaking out, precum staining his mouth as he swallowed.
Fyodor's jaw clenched tightly as the sensations intensified, his grip on Sigma's hair tightening. "You're so good, Sigma... " he growled, his release building.
"Nikolai, keep him just like that," Fyodor commanded, his voice low and husky.
"Come on, fill his throat with your cum," Nikolai whispered, his voice dripping with excitement. "Make him swallow every last drop."
Muffled whimpers and gentle cries were the only sounds that escaped Sigma’s lips, as he clutched onto Nikolai for support, his body trembling violently as he was thrust onto Fyodor's erection.
Fyodor let out a deep, primal moan as he finally surrendered to his climax, pumping his scorching semen into Sigma's waiting mouth. "Swallow every last drop," he commanded gruffly, holding Sigma in place as Nikolai steadied him. "Good boy... take it like a good slut," his voice laced with dominance.
The warm, salty liquid flooded his mouth, and he swallowed it down, pulling off Fyodor's cock and audibly expressing his disgust with an "ew." A small amount dripped out of his mouth, prompting Nikolai to lean in and gently lick it off his lips.
Nikolai giggled at Sigma's repulsed expression, his tongue carefully cleaning up the remaining cum from his lips. "Aww, look at him all messy and cute," he cooed, turning to Fyodor with a mischievous grin.
Sigma's blush never left his face, and the teasing, combined with Nikolai's gentle licking, left him flustered. He looked away, his voice barely above a whisper, "Yeah, well... I did what I had to, so... we need to get to the airport now."
Nikolai pouted, not wanting the moment to end, but he knew Sigma was right. "Fine, fine," he huffed, standing up and offering his hand to help Sigma up. "But you're going to sit between us on the plane, got it?"
"F-fine..." Sigma knew Nikolai would probably spend the entire flight looking out the window, discussing the various ways the plane could malfunction. He stood up, tears still streaming down his face. "Fyodor, go call the cab... I need to go clean up..." He sniffed.
Both Fyodor and Nikolai watched with amused smiles as Sigma stumbled towards the bathroom, awkwardly wiping his mouth. Once he disappeared behind the door, Nikolai turned to Fyodor with a cocky grin. "Damn, imagine that sexy, clumsy mess on the plane..."
"Nikolai, I only booked first class, not a private flight. However… I did book a limousine with a strict request to keep the window between the driver and us closed, as well as that the window tint and soundproofing is the most advanced. The space in the car is quite large, and the drive is about an hour. Don't worry, my dear," Fyodor replied, as Sigma washed his face in the bathroom. Fyodor cleaned up with a wet cloth and gathered their bags, chatting with Nikolai.
Nikolai's eyes lit up with mischief at the news of the spacious, private ride. "Ooh, an entire hour, huh?" he whispered conspiratorially to Fyodor, his voice low and seductive. "Plenty of time to..."
Fyodor placed his hand on the taller man's chin, forcing him to look down. "Don't get too many ideas in that dirty mind of yours, baby..." he smirked before walking away, leaving Nikolai flustered.
Nikolai watched Fyodor walk away, a grin spreading across his face as he muttered to himself, "He always says that..." He chuckled, adjusting himself discreetly before grabbing his bag and following Fyodor out to the waiting limousine.
Sigma quickly followed, his face still slightly flushed but much cleaner. "Ah... you booked a limo, I suppose that's fitting..." He knew how Fyodor loved to flaunt his wealth, practically having an endless amount due to his various criminal activities. Sigma smiled, knowing how much his boyfriends loved to spoil him.
Fyodor pulled Sigma close as they settled into the luxurious limo, making sure the driver remembered not to open the privacy partition. "Of course I did. Only the best for my ‘sugar baby’," he purred, adjusting his and Nikolai's positions to sandwich Sigma between them.
Sigma let out a nervous giggle, "Hah... don't call me that, it's weird!" His eyes darted around, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.
Nikolai chuckled, casually draping an arm around Sigma's shoulders. "Aww, but it fits you perfectly!" He teased, giving Sigma a playful pinch on the cheek. "Our little angel, spoiled rotten and adored..." The words dripped with affection, but also held a subtle undertone of seduction.
Sigma immediately flushed again, his cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. "A-ah, come on guys... and did you have to sit right next to me? There’s plenty of space to relax…" He protested, his voice laced with a hint of desperation, previously turned on from helping Fyodor.
Fyodor and Nikolai exchanged a knowing look, a silent understanding passing between them. They both shifted even closer to Sigma, their frames crowding him in the plush limo seat, making him feel trapped and vulnerable.
"What's wrong, baby?" Fyodor murmured, his hand resting possessively on Sigma's thigh. The touch sent shivers down Sigma's spine, and he felt his body begin to respond.
"Y-you know what you're doing..." Sigma crossed his arms, trying to appear defiant, yet spread his legs slightly, feeling himself growing wet, still aroused from earlier. He couldn't help but notice how Nikolai wasn't trying to hide his obvious erection, and it only made things worse, dirty thoughts running wild through his mind.
Nikolai smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched Sigma squirm. Fyodor reached out and gently grasped Sigma's chin, turning his face towards him. "We know exactly what we're doing, we could always stop, if you wanted us too…" He whispered, leaning in to press a soft, teasing kiss to Sigma's lips. The touch sent sparks flying through Sigma's body, and he felt himself melting into Fyodor’s kiss.
"I… you can.. keep going.." Sigma's voice trailed off, no matter how long they'd been together, his boyfriends always seemed to find a way to get him flustered... and aroused... Their hands wandered up his thighs, and he swallowed his saliva nervously, his body responding to their touch.
Fyodor and Nikolai both chuckled softly as they felt Sigma tense beneath their wandering hands, enjoying the power they held over him. "G-guys, actually wait p-please... w-we could get caught..." Yet Sigma whined from their touch, desperately craving more, his body screaming for release.
Ignoring Sigma's protests, Nikolai continued to lavish attention on his neck, his breath hot against the skin as he whispered dirty promises in Sigma's ear. Fyodor, meanwhile, slowly traced his fingers along the edge of Sigma's waistband, toying with the button.
"Shh, baby," Fyodor whispered, his voice low and soothing, as he slowly undid the button on Sigma's pants.
Sigma let out a desperate whine, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He knew he had already folded, crumbling beneath them. He wanted them... he needed them bad.
With a sly smile, Fyodor popped the button on Sigma's pants open, his fingers delving inside to tug the zipper down slowly. Nikolai, sensing his partner's action, reached into Sigma's pocket and pulled out his phone, setting it to silent mode before placing it on a side table.
"A-are you sure these windows are a-all blacked out? And t-they-t-there soundproof right? You know how I get..." Sigma had valid concerns, after all, he was the most vocal, and he knew if he let them have their way, he would be naked and completely destroyed by the end of it.
Fyodor nodded confidently, his hand sliding into Sigma's pants to palm his wet cunt through his panties. Nikolai murmured soothingly against Sigma's ear, "Yes, baby, the windows are completely blacked out, and the limo is soundproof."
Sigma's eyes locked onto the two men he was sandwiched between, his gaze filled with a potent mix of desire and desperation as he gazed down at himself. He then met their eyes, and his own were met with an almost predatory gleam. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
Without hesitation, Fyodor and Nikolai began to strip Sigma bare, carelessly tossing his clothes aside as they exposed his vulnerable flesh. Fyodor spread Sigma's thighs apart, while Nikolai teased his nipples with his fingertips and teeth, eliciting desperate moans from their captive.
As they touched him, Sigma's voice trembled with worry, "Please, don't you have a towel or something?!" His concern was valid, as he feared they were about to ruin the fancy limo seats.
Nikolai's mischievous wink was accompanied by a flourish as he reached into his overcoat, producing a silky throw blanket. "Always prepared, my dear," he whispered, draping the blanket over the seats, signaling Sigma to move to that spot.
Sigma's nervous gaze darted between the two men as he hesitantly spread his legs, exposing his already slick, glistening opening. Fyodor's eyes widened with hunger at the sight, his lips curling into a hungry snarl. Sigma’s arm draped over the top of the seat, and his body splayed across the couch-like seats. Fyodor knelt between Sigma's sprawled legs, his hands tracing the smooth skin of Sigma's inner thighs, while Nikolai leaned over from the side, trailing kisses across Sigma's chest and stomach.
As they exchanged a silent, knowing glance, Sigma's hands instinctively rose to cover his mouth, as if bracing himself for the impending onslaught of sensations.
Nikolai's kisses continued, moving lower to Sigma's belly button and then down to the delicate skin of his thighs. Fyodor, meanwhile, leaned forward and pressed his lips to Sigma's dripping cunt, his tongue tracing a long, slow stroke up his slit.
Sigma's body squirmed in response to the touch, his voice barely above a whisper as he begged, "Please..." Nikolai's kisses reached his sensitive breasts, teasing the pink nipples with his tongue as Fyodor continued his wet attentions between Sigma's legs. The air was filled with the sounds of slick wetness as their tongues explored every inch of his body.
Nikolai's voice was low and husky as he whispered, "Please what, baby?"
Sigma's response was a whine, his voice trembling with desire, "M-more! p-pleaseee~" His hands instinctively rose, one grasping a fistful of Fyodor's hair, the other cradling Nikolai's head as he urged them on.
Fyodor and Nikolai's movements became more frantic, their tongues and lips working in tandem to drive Sigma to the brink of ecstasy.
Fyodor gazed up at Sigma with eyes that sparkled like diamonds, his face radiating an intense glow as it glistened with the essence of Sigma. He curled his fingers deep inside Sigma's warmth, as Nikolai wrapped his lips around one of Sigma's pink nipples, suckling gently with an air of gentle persuasion.
Fyodor's fingers worked in tandem with his tongue, he sucked and licked at Sigma's clit while his fingers expertly manipulated the inner depths of Sigma's dripping cunt. Nikolai's hand reached up to pinch and twist Sigma's other nipple, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through Sigma's entire being.
Nikolai's eyes locked onto Fyodor's fingers, curled and scissoring inside Sigma, stretching him open as Fyodor's tongue danced across his clit. The sound of Nikolai releasing the nipple with a soft 'pop' filled the air, as he looked up, his eyes wild with excitement and anticipation.
Nikolai's gaze fell upon Sigma's face, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his cheeks flushed with a deep blush, and his hair slightly disheveled from the intensity of the moment. Nikolai's face contorted into a smirk as he took in the sight of their beautiful, wrecked boy, while Fyodor pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
"Looks like our baby's already falling apart," Fyodor said, his voice laced with amusement.
Sigma whined, too embarrassed and flustered to form coherent words. Meanwhile, Fyodor spoke up, "Well, Nikolai, he pleasured me earlier, so would you like to do the honors?"
They exchanged knowing smiles, enjoying Sigma's vulnerable state. Nikolai's voice was laced with excitement as he said, "Of course. Get him ready for me, my love."
Nikolai sat back, unbuttoning his pants while Fyodor continued to tease Sigma's open pussy with his fingers. Fyodor worked his magic, as Sigma whimpered, "Mphhh," his voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, knowing that Nikolai's length was significantly larger than Fyodor's, and that Nikolai wasn't as gentle.
Fyodor scissored his fingers inside Sigma, stretching him wider, as Nikolai freed his large, throbbing cock from his pants, giving it a few pumps as he watched Fyodor prepare Sigma. The sight of Nikolai's thick length bobbing in front of them promised intense pleasure, but also a hint of pain from the initial stretching.
"I'm ready for you," Sigma muttered, his voice still shaky from Fyodor's ministrations.
Sigma spread his legs further, awaiting Nikolai's member, as Nikolai positioned himself between Sigma's trembling thighs. Nikolai rubbed his thick, blunt head against Sigma's stretched opening, sending shivers down his spine.
He wrapped his large hands around Sigma's thighs and pulled them up and back, opening him up even more. "You sure about this?" Nikolai asked, his voice laced with a hint of teasing.
Sigma's nerves momentarily forgotten, he teased, "Hah... don't act like we haven't done this before."
Nikolai barked out a laugh, pressing the tip of his cock against Sigma's entrance. "Smartass, aren't we?" He gave a sharp thrust, sinking deep inside Sigma's welcoming heat. "Fuck, you feel good around me."
Sigma's voice escaped his lips in a loud moan, "Ngh~!," as Nikolai's cock stretched his wet cunt open, the unexpected thrust going almost all the way in.
Fyodor watched with a cold, calculating gaze as Nikolai fucked Sigma eagerly, starting off slow to let Sigma adjust, and gradually increasing the pace to intensity. He reached out and grabbed Sigma's hair, yanking his head back to reveal his throat, leaving him completely at their mercy, ‘punishing’ him for talking back.
As the scene unfolded, Fyodor's eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and dominance, while Nikolai's eyes burned with an insatiable hunger, and Sigma's body trembled with a mix of pleasure and submission.
"Look at him, Nikolai. So beautiful, so tight. He was made for this, wasn't he?"
Sigma responded with a series of needy whimpers, prompting Nikolai to thrust forward his movements with deep, rapid strokes that stretched Sigma wide open. It was so overwhelming and pleasurable, Sigma couldn't help but let out loud moans and whimpers, enjoying the rough treatment.
As Nikolai continued to thrust, Fyodor maintained his firm grip on Sigma's hair, forcing him to watch as Nikolai's erect cock disappeared deep within him. "Does our sweet boy enjoy being stretched open and completely filled?" Nikolai inquired, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, hitting Sigma's deepest, most sensitive spot, and causing him to arch his back and gasp in response.
Sigma attempted to respond yet his words were replaced by moans as he felt the familiar sensation in his stomach return, building in intensity. Sigma let out a pained whine, struggling to endure the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume him. His fingernails dug deep into the seat for support as he teetered on the edge of release. "Ngh~ ah- ahhahh- mpfh-mhhgh-p-ple-please- ah~" he begged, his voice trembling with an unspoken plea for mercy.
Nikolai adjusted his angle, deliberately targeting Sigma's most sensitive spot as he took Sigma's leg over his shoulder, expertly pushing him over the edge of release. "Please what?" Nikolai asked, his voice husky with desire, "Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to continue fucking you through your orgasm?" Instead of letting him respond, Fyodor leaned down, claiming Sigma's mouth in a passionate kiss that silenced his desperate cries, their lips meeting in a sloppy kiss as Sigma struggled away from it.
As Nikolai's thrusts continued, Sigma felt himself aiming toward his ecstasy, body trembling with anticipation. Fyodor's kiss only added to the intensity of the moment, leaving Sigma completely at the mercy of his two lovers. The sensations were almost too much to bear, and yet, Sigma couldn't help but crave more, his body responding eagerly to the rough, passionate treatment.
As Sigma's body convulsed intensely around Nikolai's length, he wrapped his arms around Sigma's waist, pulling him even closer as he continued to thrust vigorously into his quivering, sensitive hole, heightening the sensations that overwhelmed Sigma's exhausted body. Fyodor broke the kiss, gasping for air, and panted, "You're being so rough with him… but he’s so cute like this…" Sigma tried to catch his breath, his chest heaving as Nikolai continued to ravage his cunt, chasing his own release with unrelenting ferocity. Tears streamed down Sigma's face, a testament to the overwhelming intensity of the experience. He clutched tightly onto the man above him, his fingers digging deep into Nikolai's skin, he arched his back and his body shook as he came around Nikolai’s length. Moaning and gasping for air he barely noticed his orgasm due to the continued pleasure he received. Yet Nikolai noticed, he felt Sigma’s hole throbbing and clenching around him, sucking him in.
Nikolai's movements became more erratic, his thrusts growing deeper and more powerful as he approached his own climax. "Cum inside him, Nikolai," Fyodor urged, his voice husky with desire, "Fill him up completely." Fyodor groaned, continuing to touch himself at the sight, which is what he had been doing since they started. Sigma sobbed, his hole being used to no end, his body shaking and overstimulated yet still craving more. Nikolai's cock throbbed inside him, adding to the pleasure yet signaling his approaching climax.
Nikolai let out a shuddering groan as he buried himself deep inside Sigma, his cock pulsating as he filled the boy with his hot, thick cum. "Fuck… you took it so well bunny." he whispered, his voice trembling with desire, rewarding Sigma with his favorite nickname. He pumped his hips erratically, ensuring every last drop was deposited deep inside. "N-nikolai~" Sigma cried out, tears running from his eyes, the stimulation slowly receding, their fluids mixing together in a sensual blend.
Fyodor's fingers grasped Sigma's jaw firmly, tilting his face to the side to meet his intense, piercing gaze. "Look at you, utterly spent, you took it so well." Fyodor whispered, his voice low and husky with unbridled desire, the air thick with tension as he spoke. Meanwhile, Nikolai slowly withdrew, both men marveling at the sight of their combined fluids slowly trickling out of Sigma's well-satisfied hole.
Sigma's response was reduced to a mere, stifled moan, "Mm-" as he was held in such a way, the heat of the moment overwhelming him, Fyodor's piercing eyes locking onto his, both men now intently examining his exposed, vulnerable body. Nikolai's hand reached out, gently yet deliberately spreading Sigma's legs apart, giving Fyodor an unobstructed view of the messy, carnal aftermath of their passion.
"He's breathtakingly like this," Nikolai whispered, his voice filled with wonder and awe, "So messy and flustered…"
As he struggled to catch his breath, Sigma muttered almost incoherently, "F-fuck... Nikolai.." His voice was barely audible, a mere whisper of desperation as he tried to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. With a swift motion, Nikolai stood up, pulling Sigma along with him, their bodies still entwined.
He wrapped his arms around Sigma, holding him securely in place as he spread his legs, allowing his head to rest against Nikolai's neck. Fyodor leaned forward, his tongue extending to deliver a delicate, sensual lick to Sigma's dripping wet opening, savoring the intoxicating flavors of their combined liquids.
Sigma's body squirmed and contorted in a futile attempt to escape the sensations, but Nikolai's firm grasp held him fast. Fyodor's tongue moved with gentle persistence, meticulously cleaning every last drop from Sigma's well-fucked hole, leaving him feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable.
Nikolai watched the scene unfold before him, his hands roaming over Sigma's body with a possessive, almost primal, hunger. "Look at him, still so wet... And so sensitive," he murmured, his voice heavy with desire.
Sigma's whimpers and whines filled the air as he hid his flustered face into Nikolai's neck, his thighs still forced open, his body squirming in a desperate attempt to escape the intense sensations. Fyodor finally pulled back, his lips messy and wet, and gazed up at Nikolai with a hungry, almost feral, grin.
"He's all clean now, Nikolai. All soft and sensitive, no more cum dripping out of his needy hole. " Fyodor declared, his fingers reaching out to touch Sigma's hole gently, feeling the swollen, puffy flesh. Nikolai's eyes gleamed with a dark, unspoken promise as he spoke up, "Hmm... I still have one thing to do..."
With a swift motion, Nikolai pushed Sigma's head away, his mouth descending upon the boy's neck, his teeth grazing the skin as Sigma waited patiently, his body still squirming in Nikolai's arms. Nikolai's teeth sank into Sigma's neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a visible mark, a symbol of possession and ownership.
As Nikolai held Sigma in place, his arms locking around the boy's waist tightly, he whispered, "Shh, pretty baby. Just relax." Sigma's moans filled the air, a mix of pain and pleasure, as Nikolai took this as a sign to continue marking him, Fyodor joining in, his voice muttering possessive words.
Fyodor found a spot on Sigma's shoulder, marking him as well, as Nikolai continued to claim the boy's neck. "That's right, baby. Show everyone who owns this delicious body," Fyodor declared, his voice filled with a primal, possessive hunger.
Meanwhile, Nikolai held Sigma tightly, his hardening cock pressed against the boy's hip, as Sigma's whimpers turned to loud, desperate moans, his fingers digging deep into Nikolai's arm as they bit, licked, sucked, and kissed all over him, leaving him a canvas of their unrelenting desire.
After meticulously marking Sigma's skin, Fyodor stepped back and admired their handiwork, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he gazed at the intricate patterns of fresh bites and bruises adorning Sigma's sensitive flesh. Fyodor's voice laced with sadistic pleasure as he spoke, "Fuck, look at him now...". His eyes raked hungrily over the newly inflicted wounds, none of which deep enough to bleed.
As Sigma panted heavily, he was showered with endless praise, the torment finally over, and a sense of relief washed over him. Nikolai finally released his grip, allowing Sigma to slide down his body, and both men helped steady him on shaky legs. “How was it baby~? Getting fucked in a limo, the risk of someone hearing…” Nikolai teased, Sigma’s voice was barely above a whisper when he responded, "G-good... it felt... good..." Sigma could barely stand, his legs shaking intensely as he struggled to maintain his balance.
Fyodor grabbed a wet towel and gently cleaned between Sigma's legs, making sure to get everything his tongue hadn't. He then set Sigma down on the seats, a clean soft blanket beneath him, while they praised him endlessly for all he had endured. Fyodor and Nikolai let him rest with gentle touches, telling him how proud they were, how beautiful he looked with their marks all over him, how well he took their touches and bites as well as everything they did to him. He lay there, fucked out and exhausted, noticing that both Fyodor and Nikolai were hard again.
Fyodor and Nikolai exchanged a look, their eyes darkening with desire once more. They knew Sigma was exhausted, so they turned to each other, Nikolai immediately pouncing on Fyodor. Sigma rested, close to falling asleep, and he rolled his eyes at the sight of Fyodor and Nikolai violently making out. When they pulled away, they argued over who could top, their competitive natures fueling their arousal. Fyodor's voice was laced with determination as he spoke, "I deserve to top this time. You always get your way, I let you use Sigma today after all." Nikolai's response was equally determined, "Yeah, but you know he likes mine better, plus you got his mouth!"
Fyodor's face contorted in a scowl, "That's beside the point! I’m topping." Nikolai's eyes sparkled with amusement as he spoke, "Oh, is that so?" He loved when Fyodor acted like this, but he liked topping better. He grabbed Fyodor's neck, squeezing gently. Fyodor quickly reacted, bringing out a hidden knife, pressing it to Nikolai's throat, which only turned them both on even more.
Their eyes burned with intense desire for each other's dominance, the tension between them thick. Fyodor's knife pressed ever so slightly into Nikolai's skin, a thin trail of red appearing, his hands shaking being short of breath. Fyodor's voice was husky with desire, "I could slice your throat right here." Nikolai's response laced with a sinister smile, "And I couldn't choke you out right now."
Their competitive natures fueling their arousal, they remained locked in this intense standoff. Fyodor's voice was low and husky as he said, "We both know you wouldn't dare. Not when I've got this beautiful knife just waiting..." He pressed it a bit harder, and Nikolai's grip on his throat tightened slightly. Nikolai's voice was laced with a challenge, "You think I won't take that risk?"
Fyodor's voice was laced with a mixture of excitement and amusement, "Is that right? Then why haven't you? Because you know..." Nikolai's response was laced with a tinge of pain, "I know... that you're a little bitch who wouldn't dare slice my throat." He challenged Fyodor, feeling a tinge of pain as a small amount of blood poured out from a thin cut, not enough to seriously hurt him.
Fyodor's face twisted in a mixture of challenge and arousal as his hand trembled slightly, the knife pressed harder against Nikolai's throat. "Do you think I'm bluffing?" He applied a slight increase in pressure, causing the blade to draw out more blood.
"I know you're bluffing, and I know you're into this – little slut," Nikolai growled, his voice laced with desire. "Just let me fuck you..." As Nikolai spoke, Fyodor's air supply began to dwindle beneath him.
"We all know your anemic ass can barely handle this, you'd probably pass out halfway through fucking me," Nikolai grumbled, his voice laced with venom. "You know how good it feels to be beneath me..."
Despite struggling slightly against Nikolai's chokehold, Fyodor's eyes burned with a mixture of lust and humiliation. "You... you fucking bastard..." Fyodor's grip on the knife loosened, his body betraying him as Nikolai's taunts stirred a deep, shameful desire within him.
Nikolai dangerously bucked his hips gently, both of their aching members still exposed, despite the rest of their clothing being on. "What are you going to do about it, slut?" The challenge in his voice hung in the air, taunting Fyodor.
Fyodor's resolve crumbled as Nikolai's words and movements stirred a deep, shameful desire within him. He let out a desperate, pained gasp as he finally dropped the knife, his arms giving out as he collapsed on top of Nikolai.
"Fuck... fuck you..." Fyodor muttered, his voice barely audible, the lack of oxygen catching up to him.
"Hmm, what's that? Sounds like you want me to top you?" Nikolai taunted, releasing his grip slightly to allow Fyodor to breathe better.
Fyodor's chest heaved as he panted for air, his eyes watering slightly from the lack of oxygen. He glared up at Nikolai with a mix of annoyance and longing. “Just shut up and fuck me already... next time, if we don't go so many rounds, I'm topping."
"Aww, baby, finally listening to me," Nikolai said, his voice laced with amusement. "Do we have any lube in this fancy car? I doubt it was made for this..." Nikolai let Fyodor rest his head in the crook of his neck.
Fyodor groaned in both frustration and need, nestling his head against Nikolai's neck. He muttered, almost shamefully, "Of course, there's lube you idiot. I know you packed some, just use your ability."
"Ah, I see... you know me too well," Nikolai smirked, putting his hand through his coat, reaching and pulling out a bottle. He squirted a generous amount on his fingers, placing them around Fyodor's rim. Sigma watched from afar, feeling himself get turned on again by the sight of the two men together. Fyodor tensed as Nikolai's fingers teased his entrance, a shudder of pleasure running through him. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, glaring at Nikolai with narrowed eyes. "Fuck... you know what you're doing... making me wait like this..."
Nikolai just chuckled and continued to tease Fyodor's entrance, slowly letting one finger enter. Fyodor's breath hitched as Nikolai's finger breached him, his body clenching around him. He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his composure.
Nikolai laid Fyodor down for easy access, marking along his body as he teased Fyodor's hole, deliberately avoiding his sweet spot. Fyodor squirmed beneath him, his body aching for more stimulation. He could feel his hole clenching around Nikolai's fingers, desperate for them to hit his prostate.
Fyodor's frustration boiled over, and he let out a demand. "Stop teasing me, you know what you’re doing." Nikolai just sucked on Fyodor's skin, pulling away to add a teasing remark, "Or what? Last time I checked, you're the one being a needy little slut beneath me."
Immediately, Fyodor reached for the knife once more, about to press it to Nikolai's throat, yet his actions were swiftly met with strong hands that grasped his wrists, holding them firmly in place. Nikolai teased, his voice low and seductive, "Mm, not so fast, you're being so naughty, I don't know if you even deserve to be fucked!" As he spoke, he restrained Fyodor's slender arms above his head, his grip firm on Fyodor's wrists.
Fyodor let out a stifled noise, a mixture of frustration and arousal, "Ngh-y-you asshole!" Nikolai, however, didn't wait to savor the sound, instead choosing to escalate the situation. Meanwhile, Sigma watched their movements with great intensity, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the face of the erotic scene unfolding before him. He moved his hands down to his clit once more, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that matched the rhythm of Nikolai's fingers as he teased Fyodor.
Fyodor's muffled whine filled the air as Nikolai curled his fingers inside him, skillfully hitting his sweet spot before pulling out again, leaving Fyodor craving more. Fyodor's hips bucked, seeking friction, but Nikolai continued to pull out, denying him satisfaction. Nikolai added another finger, scissoring Fyodor's hole open, stretching him to his limits as he struggled to maintain his composure.
Nikolai's dark chuckle filled the air as he scissored his fingers, stretching Fyodor's hole to its limits. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he glanced at Sigma, who was touching himself, his movements slow and deliberate. "Sigma, look at Fyodor trying to hold back his moans," Nikolai teased, "I knew you were a little slut too, watching us and touching your needy little cunt after we've already fucked you dry."
The teasing earned a whine from Sigma, who couldn't muster a response, instead choosing to continue his self-pleasure. Nikolai increased his pace and pressure, avoiding Fyodor's sweet spot while stretching him out, bringing him to the edge before pulling away completely. Fyodor's frustration boiled over, "F-fuck you, bastard! I was so close!" Sigma's wet noises from touching himself only served to encourage them both.
Nikolai's teasing continued, "Hmm, well, you wanted me to fuck you, right? That was just the preparation." Suddenly, he stopped fingering Fyodor altogether, leaving him whining and bucking his hips in a desperate attempt to impale himself on Nikolai's fingers. Nikolai's dark chuckle filled the air once more, "You like that? You like being stretched out but not getting any actual pleasure?"
Fyodor's face flushed with a deep blush as he looked away, refusing to meet Nikolai's eyes, his pride crumbling in the face of his own weakness. Nikolai simply smirked, knowing he had Fyodor at his most vulnerable. His voice was laced with amusement, "Look at you being so cute and embarrassed... all worked up because of some fingers in your ass... such a pretty little slut for us..."
Fyodor's threat was laced with venom, "Shut it, Nikolai, before I slit your throat." Nikolai, however, remained unfazed, keeping Fyodor down, arms held above his head. He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of Fyodor's ear, "Go ahead and try. We both know you'd miss me too much if I was gone."
Fyodor's glare was fierce, "Tch, as if. Sigma couldn't fulfill my needs anyway." His gaze shifted to Sigma, who was still caught in the act of rubbing his clit, the sight only serving to further inflame Fyodor's desire.
Nikolai and Fyodor exchanged knowing grins, and then Nikolai spoke up, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Mhm? Then why are you so desperate? Perhaps Sigma's just too gentle with you." As he moved forward, his erection pressed against Fyodor's open hole, sparking a surge of anticipation.
Fyodor retorted, his voice teasing, "Hah, you know he pleasures me better than you ever will." His words were meant to provoke Nikolai, hoping to elicit a rougher treatment from him.
With an intense glint in his eye, Nikolai roughly grabbed Fyodor's chin, his grip firm but not ungentle. "Is that so? Then maybe I should just make you scream my name instead," he whispered, his voice low and husky, as he pushed his length into Fyodor.
Fyodor's response was immediate, his voice a mixture of shock and pleasure. "Mmmgh-!" he moaned, trying to keep his cool. "F-fuck," he whined, his body adjusting to Nikolai's length.
As Fyodor struggled to maintain his composure, Nikolai worked on unbuttoning their shirts, revealing his own toned chest and Fyodor's skinny frame. He still held both of Fyodor's wrists above his head with one hand, Fyodor's legs spread wide, his cock buried deep inside him.
As Fyodor struggled to maintain his composure, Nikolai worked on unbuttoning their shirts, revealing his own toned chest, a chiseled landscape of muscle, along with Fyodor's skinny frame, a lean, wiry body to which Nikolai admired with unbridled desire. He still held both of Fyodor's wrists above his head with one hand, Fyodor's legs spread wide, his cock buried deep inside him, a position of surrender, of submission.
Nikolai's other hand roamed Fyodor's chest, his rough palms scratching against Fyodor’s sensitive skin, sending shivers down his spine. He gazed down at Fyodor's face, his eyes locked on his, a fierce, burning passion that seemed to consume them both.
Nikolai's mischievous grin spread across his face as he taunted, his hand was wrapped firmly around the base of Fyodor's erection, deliberately preventing him from reaching climax.
Fyodor's resolve finally broke, and he pleaded, "N-Nikolai, please, just let me cum." His voice was laced with desperation, a rare display of vulnerability.
Nikolai's dark chuckle sent shivers down Fyodor's spine as he tightened his grip on Fyodor's base. "Not until you answer a little question," he said, his voice low and menacing. A shallow, torturous thrust punctuated his sentence. "Earlier you said you had the power, because you could easily turn me in.” His words were separated by heavy pants “Who would be the first witness you'd call to testify against me?"
Fyodor's voice was laced with desperation as he responded, "A-ah, Sigma. You're so rough with him, he would gladly turn you in." He glanced over at Sigma, who was still touching himself, trying to find release. Fyodor's sassy retort was evident in his voice.
Nikolai's eyes softened at the mention of Sigma, his grip on Fyodor's cock becoming almost painful. He gazed over at Sigma, who was frantically rubbing himself, the same desperation in his eyes. Nikolai's cold, cruel grin returned. "Is that so?"
Fyodor's whine was music to Nikolai's ears. "Y-yeah, now let me cum. nggh-" He wasn't one to beg, but Nikolai always knew how to push him to his limits.
Nikolai's voice was laced with sadistic pleasure. "Such a pretty little thing, aren't you? Begging so nicely. Would Sigma really turn me in, or would he rather watch me fuck you raw like this every single night?" He maintained his punishing pace, keeping Fyodor on the edge but not letting him fall over.
Fyodor let out a desperate moan, his body trembling with need. "N-Ngh~ I-I'm not begging. He w-would be just f-fine if I- mh- was the one fu-fucking h-him every ah- n-night."
Nikolai's throaty laughter was a testament to his amusement. "Is that so? Mmh… Then why are you- hah- the one pinned down- with my cock almost tearing you apart, gorgeous?" He found Fyodor's defiance incredibly sexy, even in this state.
Fyodor's whine was laced with desperation. "B-because you-you- a-already fucked h-him ah- senseless ah- and s-st-still needed- more. I was sparing him." Nikolai's slow, painful thrusts were a testament to his sadistic pleasure. Fyodor's body shook, and he questioned how much more he could take.
Nikolai's voice was laced with cruelty. "Sparing him? You mean he can't take my size like you can? He breaks after one round while you can handle being pounded like this all night?" Each word was punctuated with a harsh thrust, hitting Fyodor's sweet spot every time. Sigma covered his mouth—embarrassed but aroused—the way he was being used in the argument only adding to it.
As Fyodor lay beneath him, frustrated, he desperately pleaded, "W-we don't ah- h-have time- for this! Just- l-let me finish!" His demanding voice was laced with desperation, his words tumbling out in a frantic bid for release, excuses flowing out.
Nikolai's wicked grin seemed to grow even wider as he slowly rotated his hips, Fyodor let out a whimper as he felt the tip of Nikolai's cock dragging along inside him, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. "Time?" he taunted. "There's never enough time with you, is there? You're always running your mouth, even when I'm balls deep in your ass."
"The cab will arrive at the airport soon," Fyodor stammered, his words barely coherent. "Let me finish…”
Nikolai chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, let's make sure you're properly fucked and exhausted by then, shall we?" With a particularly harsh thrust, he reached around and grabbed Fyodor's chin, forcing him to look up at him.
Fyodor's frustration boiled over, and he whined, "T-then let me cum! You-y-you s-stupid clown!" He knew what would happen if he didn't comply with Nikolai's demands and cum without permission, but he simply couldn’t take it.
Nikolai's dark chuckle sent shivers down Fyodor's spine. "And there it is, the real you sneaking out again," he said, his pace slowing down once more. "You want to cum so badly, but you know better than to do it without permission, don't you? Such a good little slut."
Fyodor's tears welled up in his eyes as he finally gave in, his voice cracking with desperation, trying to give Nikolai what he wants. "Fuck-! J-just please- I'll beg- just f-fuck me harder! Let me cum!" He was beyond caring about how pathetic he sounded.
Nikolai's smirk grew even wider as he picked up his pace, fucking Fyodor harder and deeper than before. "That's what happens when you sass me, isn't it? Now beg properly, like the desperate little cumslut you are."
Fyodor's moans grew louder, his body trembling with need. "nghh~ fuck- I'm not… f-fuck please!" He practically screamed, his body wracked with pleasure and pain.
Nikolai's brutal thrusts punctuated each word. "What a sight… the Demon Dostoyevsky begging, whining, and crying beneath me... You really are my pretty little begging mess, aren't you?"
Fyodor's voice was barely audible, his words tumbling out in a desperate bid for release. "mmh~ give me permission… ugh- p-please!" He couldn't take it anymore, and at this rate, he would cum without it.
Nikolai's sadistic grin seemed to grow even wider, finally pounding into Fyodor without mercy. "Cum then, you pathetic whore. Cum all over both of us." His hand snaked down to tug roughly on Fyodor's cock.
After a few seconds, Fyodor's loud moan filled the air as he immediately came all over his stomach, his warm liquid shooting out of him, his eyes rolling back, and his back arching. Nikolai slowed down a bit, yet still thrust hard, chasing his own release, not too far behind.
Nikolai panted, his chest heaving with exertion. "Look at you, completely ruined." He picked up his pace again, fucking Fyodor through his orgasm. "Got your- ah- pretty eyes all glazed over, hah- you know that? Such a good little slut."
Fyodor retorted with a stuttered insult, barely audible, his voice hoarse from moaning and crying. Nikolai smirked, continuing his relentless pounding into Fyodor even as his own release approached. "You're in no position to be calling names, not when your ass is still stuffed full of my cock."
Nikolai leaned in closer, his voice lowering teasingly. Fyodor moaned and shyed away, Nikolai's cock pulsating inside him as he neared the edge.
"Ah, fuck it." He growled, bottoming out inside Fyodor one last time before exploding, his hot cum shooting deep into Fyodor's gut.
Fyodor whimpered as he felt Nikolai finish inside him, the warm liquid filling up his insides.
Nikolai released Fyodor’s wrists before collapsing on top of him, his breathing heavy as the last tremors of his orgasm washed through him. He chuckled, nuzzling into Fyodor's neck. "You're a brat, you know that? An absolute, fucking brat."
“Y-your no r-ra-ray of s-sunshine e-either asshole” Fyodor retorted with a stutter, clinging onto Nikolai and comfortingly rubbing his back, contradicting the venom in his words. His body shook violently, and his limbs felt like jelly, as if they were about to give way beneath him.
Nikolai smirked, wrapping his arms around Fyodor and holding him close in a warm, intimate embrace. "I absolutely adore it when you talk back to me like that," he whispered, his breath dancing across Fyodor's skin. "It only serves to fuel my desire to be an even bigger, more unapologetic bastard to you." He nuzzled into Fyodor's neck, his warm breath sending shivers down his spine.
Fyodor let out a deep sigh, leaning into the gentle touch despite his initial reluctance. "You're such a f-freak," he muttered, rolling his eyes in exasperation, yet a soft smile played on his lips as he gazed at the man hovering above him.
Nikolai's expression softened as he looked up at Fyodor, his eyes gleaming with affection. "And you're an asshole," he whispered, his voice laced with amusement. He kissed Fyodor's cheek, his heart still racing from their intense session. "But… I love you anyway, you crazy, stubborn, infuriatingly beautiful fuck."
Fyodor's face twisted in a scowl, and he let out a petulant sigh. "Ugh, pull out already! You're being so clingy, and cringe" he complained, though Nikolai knew it was all an act, a feeble attempt to mask the depth of his feelings. With a small barely noticeable whisper, Fyodor muttered out “I love you too Kolya…”
Nikolai chuckled at Fyodor's fake protests, slowly pulling out with one final, deliberate thrust that made Fyodor gasp, his body tensing in response. "Such a fucking liar," he teased, tracing Fyodor's lips with his finger. "You'd miss this the second I wasn't inside you anymore, wouldn't you?"
Fyodor's eyes refused to meet Nikolai's, and instead, his gaze drifted to Sigma, who had just climaxed as well, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The warm liquid seeping out of Fyodor's body was a stark reminder of the emptiness that followed Nikolai's withdrawal.
Nikolai followed Fyodor's gaze to Sigma, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Looks like someone was so desperate for more that he just had to get off while watching us," he teased, winking at Sigma, who was sprawled out on the seats, his face a deep shade of crimson.
Fyodor pushed Nikolai away gently, his eyes flashing with affectionate as Sigma became flustered and stuttered out a response, earning more teasing from Nikolai. Fyodor complained about being sticky, his voice laced with irritation.
"Then clean yourself up, you fucking princess," Nikolai retorted, his voice dripping with amusement. "Don't pretend like you didn't enjoy having my cum dripping out of you." He smacked Fyodor's ass playfully, making him yelp in surprise.
"Quit it, asshole," Fyodor demanded, his face twisted in a scowl. "Go wet a towel or something, and don't even think about eating me out like you did with Sigma. He was a little slut who enjoyed it, but I don't take kindly to being under you." His voice was laced with a mix of annoyance and vulnerability.
Nikolai laughed, grabbing a towel and wetting it. "You're so dramatic," he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You'd spread your legs just as wide if I tried." He knelt between Fyodor's thighs, wiping the sticky mess from his inner thighs, his touch gentle and soothing.
Sigma let out a pitiful whine as he was subjected to the teasing, some of which was directed at him, while Fyodor winced in discomfort as he felt the towel make contact with his skin, Nikolai being gentle and cautious with his movements but also knowing that his actions were laced with a playful intent, prompting Fyodor to kick him as a warning.
Nikolai grumbled under his breath, nursing the spot on his shoulder where he had been kicked. "You're a real pain sometimes," he said, finishing up the task of cleaning Fyodor before carelessly tossing the towel aside and standing up to grab another one, which he then used to pull Sigma into his lap.
"I'm sure Sigma will be a lot more appreciative, especially considering he managed to get himself all sticky again," Nikolai said, his voice laced with amusement.
"You know exactly what you were doing, so don't try to get him all worked up again – he's had enough as it is, just look at the way he's squirming around," Fyodor retorted, his voice stern, as Sigma let out a whine, clearly unsure of whose side to take.
Nikolai couldn't help but smirk as he ran his hands over Sigma's slender body. "He's always so incredibly worked up, even when I'm not doing anything to provoke him. It's honestly quite adorable," he said, leaning down to gently bite at Sigma's neck. "Just listen to that whiny noise he's making again – it's music to my ears."
Fyodor let out a frustrated sigh as he stood up, stretching his body and wincing in discomfort from the 'torment' he had endured. He took a shakey step closer, his eyes fixed intently on Nikolai.
Fyodor's voice rose in concern as he countered, "You're going to overstimulate him, Nikolai! He's already visibly exhausted, so for once, try to think with your rational mind and not let your desires dictate your actions." Fyodor then leaned over, wrapping his arms around Sigma in a possessive gesture, as if to shield him from Nikolai's advances. Nikolai rolled his eyes, but begrudgingly stopped nuzzling Sigma's neck and ceased teasing his body.
Nikolai shot back, "He's perfectly fine, you just want him all to yourself!" He attempted to pull Sigma back into his lap, but Fyodor held him tighter, refusing to relinquish his grasp.
Sigma, visibly flustered, stuttered in response, "G-guys, I-I'm not a toy! And I'm an a-adult, so w-why don't you b-both quit treating me like a possession?" His stutter was a clear indication of his frustration, and he would have been able to handle the situation more effectively if he weren't still reeling from the aftermath of his orgasm. As someone who frequently dealt with such situations, Sigma was usually more composed, but in this moment, he was struggling to maintain his composure.
Nikolai and Fyodor then turned their attention to Sigma, who was trembling in their arms. "He's got a point, you know," Fyodor said, a hint of amusement in his voice, as Nikolai let out a sigh and gently nudged Sigma towards Fyodor.
"Let's just take a moment to cuddle, and then we can clean up afterwards. I'm sure Fyodor is exhausted as well," he said, resting comfortably with both of them by his side.
Fyodor and Nikolai settled down on either side of Sigma, wrapping their arms around him and pulling him close. Fyodor rested his head on Sigma's shoulder, while Nikolai rested his head on Sigma’s own, feeling the warmth of their bodies together.
"You're always so adorable and affectionate after an orgasm, why aren't you and Fyodor like this all the time?" Nikolai asked, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of mischief.
"Maybe it's because you're annoying and clingy," Fyodor muttered, huddling closer as the chill in the air became more apparent. "And maybe if you didn't constantly interrupt our work, we'd be more inclined to be affectionate," Sigma added, giving Nikolai a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Nikolai pouted, leaning into the kiss as he felt a surge of affection for Sigma. "Mean," he grumbled, but tightened his hold on Sigma nonetheless. Fyodor simply scoffed, pressing closer to Sigma. "You only tolerate his behavior because he's cute when he's being clingy."
"Then I suppose that means he's always cute, since he's always being clingy," Sigma replied with a soft smile. "You know, you're also adorable when you're being clingy and possessive, and I don't get to experience that often."
Nikolai's face flushed with a blush as he grinned, clearly pleased with the compliment. "See, even Sigma knows I'm adorable," he said, kissing Sigma's neck again, which earned him a playful smack from Fyodor. "And you can shut up, Fyodor. It's clear that I'm the one who gets him all emotional and affectionate."
The three of them rested and cuddled for a few minutes, teasing and enjoying each other's company before Sigma spoke up, "Hey, how much longer until we reach the airport anyway?"
Nikolai picked up his phone to check the route, giggling as he did so. "Like 5 minutes," he said, which caused Fyodor to glare at him, while Sigma began to panic.
"5 MINUTES?!?! We need to get dressed! I can't be seen like this – we're going to miss our flight – we left the house late anyway!" Sigma exclaimed, trying to get up, but Fyodor held him back, still weak from their earlier activities. Nikolai got the message and kept him down.
"It's fine... we won't miss it – I lied anyway," Fyodor responded with a sleepy mumble.
Nikolai giggled, "Oh, we never know what to expect with you, dear." Sigma looked at him with a half-shocked, half-annoyed expression.
"You... what?!" Sigma questioned, mainly confused by Nikolai's admission.
"It's quite simple, really – I knew Nikolai would pull something like this and make us late, hence why I told you two that the flight was expected an hour earlier," Fyodor explained, still sleepy. "We have plenty of time before the flight takes off, and while we'll arrive at the airport soon, I'll simply tell the driver to give us more time. Just rest for a few more minutes, my love."
"I guess... I guess that makes sense... but you know I hate when you do that! And maybe Nikolai should just learn some self-control," Sigma muttered, relaxing back into the seat, no longer upset.
Nikolai pouted, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he taunted, "Wanna bet? Besides, you look absolutely adorable when you freak out like that." Fyodor simply shook his head, an amused glint in his eye as he chimed in, "You know he won't change, he's too clingy and horny."
Fyodor chastised Nikolai, warning him to quit messing with Sigma, who responded with a deep sigh and a quick retort, "I'm just playing, and he likes it." Nikolai whined, pressing closer to Sigma despite Fyodor's warning glance. "Besides, at least I'm honest about wanting him to be in my lap 24/7. You're just as bad, Mr. Mysterious!"
After a few minutes of back-and-forth teasing between the three of them, Fyodor agreed it was finally time to get up and start getting dressed. Nikolai groaned dramatically as he reluctantly disentangled himself from Sigma. "Ugh, do we have to? I was finally comfortable." He complained, stretching lazily as Fyodor rolled his eyes, already starting to gather their clothes, limping as he did so. "Right..." Sigma sighed, starting to get up as well, a little disappointed at having to get up.
As they all started getting dressed, Nikolai made sure to mope and drag his feet, making the process slower than necessary. Fyodor ignored his theatrics, focusing on getting their bags ready instead. "He's so dramatic," he muttered to himself.
Once everyone had their clothes on, Fyodor opened up his phone, shushing Nikolai as he called the driver, alerting him that they were aware they were near their destination, but to hold off until he said so, giving them time to be presentable. After Sigma’s endless complaints about hickeys being left on his body, they entered the airport, arriving on time to their flight.
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