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Eliot stayed still as Parker paced around him. She got like this sometimes—insistent, bossy, like she was masterminding sex. Eliot didn’t mind it.
No, that was a lie. Eliot loved it.
It was nice to let someone else take control, someone he trusted. When he put all his focus on the task right in front of him, he didn’t have time to agonize about the blood on his hands, how he’d never feel like he deserved Parker and Alec. And if the task in front of him involved sucking Alec’s cock, well, Eliot was good at it, and he liked giving his partners pleasure.
Eliot wasn’t actually sucking Alec’s cock yet, but he was pretty sure that was the direction they were headed in. The three of them were in various states of undress: Parker was still fully clothed, Alec had on jeans, and Eliot was completely naked. Parker had directed Alex to sit in an armchair, and Alec’s gaze flickered between Eliot and Parker as she paced a slow circle around them, analyzing them.
Parker placed Alec’s hands on the arms of the chair. "Don’t move," she instructed him. Alec nodded. She stepped around Eliot and stood behind him. "Wrists." Eliot crossed his wrists behind his back, and felt the cool metal of handcuffs encircle his wrists and pin them behind him. It meant a lot that Eliot was willing to let himself be restrained like this, and he only did it because he knew Parker and Alec didn’t take it lightly.
Parker nudged Eliot forward another step closer to Alec. "Kneel." Eliot was on the ground before she finished giving the command. Eliot looked up at Alec, noting the way his hands gripped the armrests, and couldn’t stop the slight smirk sliding across his face.
"Safe word?" Parker asked. Eliot snapped twice, as he wouldn’t be able to speak once they began.
"Pineapple," Alec answered.
"Good." Eliot shuddered the smallest amount at the praise, and he felt Parker’s eyes zeroing in on the motion.
Parker stepped up behind Eliot, her knees pressing into his shoulder blades, and threaded a hand through his hair. She gently pushed him forward, until the only thing Eliot could see was the bulge in Alec’s pants. Eliot obligingly mouthed along the outline of Alec’s cock, dragging his tongue across the denim.
Eliot heard Alec’s breath hitch but he didn’t look up, letting his attention crystallize down onto his mouth, his tongue, the way his nose nuzzled against Alec’s crotch. Alec’s hips twitched, but he didn’t move any further than that.
Parker released her hold on Eliot’s hair but didn’t step away, still pressed up behind him. Eliot leaned back and glanced up at Parker, waiting for his next task.
"Go on," Parker said. Eliot looked up and met Alec’s gaze. Alec stared down at him, mouth parted, panting slightly, and Eliot felt a thrill at knowing he was the cause. He still had a task to do, and so Eliot leaned forward again, dragging his tongue along the outline of Alec’s cock through his pants as best he could. He lifted his head a little higher and found the button on Alec’s jeans with his lips. This was something he’d done before, and could do it quickly, but he took his time with it, catching the denim between his teeth and pulling gently until the button popped open. Eliot pushed the fly cover out of the way with his nose, inhaling the scent of Alec’s musk, then bit down lightly on the zipper. He made direct eye contact with Alec as he pulled the zipper down, and was rewarded by Alec’s hips thrusting forward for a moment before he caught himself.
"Stay still," Parker said.
"Stay still, stay still," Alec repeated under his breath, still looking down at Eliot. Alec’s cock had nearly pushed through the fly of his boxers without any help, but instead Eliot lifted himself up on his heels to reach Alec’s waist band. He pressed his nose against Alec’s stomach, then carefully caught the edge of his waist band in his teeth and dragged it down until all of Alec was exposed.
Eliot’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of Alec’s cock standing fully erect, pre-come already beading at the head and dripping down the shaft. Eliot didn’t need to be prompted again to lean forward and lick a stripe up the underside of Alec’s cock, and was rewarded with a guttural groan as Alec’s hands flexed against the arm rests. Eliot swirled his tongue around the head of Alec’s cock, then began bobbing his head up and down.
Eliot’s eyes flickered shut as he found his rhythm, having done this so many times he could do it in his sleep. He knew exactly where to drag his tongue to make Alec gasp, knew when to moan so the reverberations traveled up Alec’s cock, knew how fast to bob his head to bring Alec closer to the edge without going over.
With each bob Eliot got further and further down Alec’s shaft, until his nose brushed up against the wiry hairs above Alec’s cock. Eliot didn’t gag when Alec’s cock hit the back of his throat, but he stayed there for a moment and swallowed, letting Alec feel the muscles of his throat tense around his cock. Alec moaned again and tilted his head back, his hands gripping the armchair hard enough for the wood to creak. Eliot could feel the tension in Alec as he struggled not to move, to stay still as Parker ordered, and he began bobbing again.
Parker leaned forward from her position behind Eliot to whisper into Alec’s ear. As she did so she pushed Eliot farther down onto Alec’s cock, forcing him to take all of it into his mouth. Given Parker’s control over her body, Eliot knew she did it on purpose. Eliot let himself be pushed forward until Alec’s cock filled his throat, cutting off his air, but he didn’t panic. If he focused he could’ve heard what Parker whispered to Alec, but that defeated the point, so Eliot closed his eyes and held himself still. Parker finally leaned back and Eliot pulled away, sucking down heavy breaths through his nose.
Alec shifted, but Eliot didn't let the movement distract him as he kept bobbing his head. Alec pressed one leg in between Eliot’s own legs, his shin brushing against Eliot’s cock. Eliot jerked at the unexpected contact, fighting back a moan as he tried to keep his hips still.
"Don’t move," Parker repeated. It was much harder to obey now that Alec provided the tiniest amount of friction, but with immense effort, Eliot stilled himself. He breathed hard through his nose, Alec's cock still filling his mouth, and forced himself to relax.
Parker gripped Eliot's hair and began thrusting her hips forward, using Eliot’s mouth as a proxy to fuck Alec in her place. Eliot opened his mouth as wide as it could go and let Parker take complete control. With every thrust forward Eliot’s cock dragged along Alec’s leg, the rough denim landing just shy of painful. Eliot caught sight of the wrecked expression on Alec's face and felt a glimmer of satisfaction, knowing he was pleasing his partners.
Eliot moaned, relaxing his throat as much as he could. He didn’t have to do anything, he just had to sit there and take it, let Parker use him to blow Alec. He didn't even have to think, and he let his eyes slip shut as Parker used him.
Parker gripped Eliot's hair tighter and increased the speed at which she pushed him up and down Alec's cock. Eliot moaned, feeling Alec squirm.
With every thrust forward Eliot's air cut off as Alec's cock filled his throat, the sounds of his moans rising and falling in pitch as Parker moved his head back and forth. She pushed him forward until he was all the way down Alec's cock, his nose pressed firmly against Alec's stomach. Eliot heard Alec’s breathing pick up, felt his cock twitch in his mouth at the sensation. Parker bobbed him up and down a few more times, then on the next thrust she held him there, sunk as far down as he could go, Alec’s cock sticking all the way down his throat until Eliot couldn’t breathe around it.
"Alec, come," Parker ordered. Alec grunted, his hips jerking forward as come filled Eliot’s mouth. Eliot swallowed around Alec’s cock, feeling the come sink down into his stomach. He moaned, and was rewarded by another spurt of come, shooting past his mouth and directly down his throat.
Parker held him there for several more seconds as Alec shuddered through the aftershocks, until he finally went limp. Eliot was reaching the end of his air, but before he could snap, Parker released him.
Eliot surfaced with a gasp like a drowning man, still trying to swallow the last of the come in his mouth. Parker gave him just enough room to breathe while keeping Alec’s cock in his mouth.
"Eliot, come." It took Eliot’s mind a second to catch up to the command, but once he did he started humping Alec’s leg like a dog in heat. The jeans were rough, dragging along his cock, but they were already coated in pre-come which eased some of the friction. The pressure on his cock walked the line between pleasure and pain, and as Eliot thrust faster he felt heat building between his legs. Eliot moaned as it reached a crescendo, and Parker tilted his head up so he stared into Alec’s eyes as he came.
Eliot groaned, his body convulsing as his orgasm ripped through him. His eyes rolled back into his head as Parker gave his hair another tug, and he couldn't stop grinding against Alec’s leg. His body shuddered, still held in place by Parker standing behind him, and he felt the pull of the handcuffs around his wrists.
Eliot relaxed, gasping for breath through his nose, and Parker finally pulled him off of Alec's cock. He slumped against Alec's leg, unable to hold himself upright after the intensity of his orgasm. Hands petted his hair as he rested his head on Alec's thigh, his eyes fluttering shut again.
"Good boys," Parker whispered, crouching down behind him and unlocking the handcuffs. Eliot shuddered at the praise, and felt Alec sigh as well. "You were both very good for me."