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Robby pulled into the garage and went about his post-game routine. He let Moose out, fed him (with extra wet food as a special treat and an apology for the slightly later than usual dinner), then began to think about what he wanted to heat up for his own dinner while Moose happily chewed on his plush duck in the living room. Robby didn’t move when he saw the headlights pulling up his driveway, just put the pasta back in the refrigerator and poured himself a bowl of cereal instead. He’d eat real food when his company left.
The two Russians let themselves into the house in a storm of arguing, Torpo squatting down to greet Moose as Buch continued past him to the kitchen.
“Cereal?” Buch let the judgement drip from his tone.
“I was going to have pasta until you two showed up,” Robby replied, pointedly eating another spoonful of Captain Crunch and closing the box. He was not going to share..
“Thank god,” Alexey chuckled, entering the kitchen, “Garlic bad for what we have planned.”
Robby rolled his eyes and finished his bowl, rinsing it out and loading it into the dish washer before starting to head upstairs - the Russians following him eagerly and Moose looking up from his bone for a moment before deciding to stay where he was. Robby was relieved, he hated shutting his door in Moose’s face but he would not have his dog presentt while getting his brain fucked out.
“Was thinking,” Alexey started, gently sliding Robby’s suit jacket off, “that Pasha should watch for first round, yes?”
Robby blinked and Buch immediately started trying to argue until Alexey kissed Robby’s neck and said, “He liked watching me push you into boards. While he sat in box.”
“Did nothingk wrong,” Pavel muttered, but he still took his seat on the fucking couch Robby had in his bedroom that Pavel always mocked.
“Leave ‘em on, Pasha,” Alexey directed as Pavel moved to take his pants off - Robby would be mocking him for going for his pants before his shirt if Alexey wasn’t rubbing his dick through his own pants. Alexey pressed another kiss to Robby’s neck and said, “And you, sweetheart, take your clothes off.”
Robby swallowed as Alexy moved away but was quick to listen, always so quick to do what anyone told him to do. He was always good for his teammates. Once he was stripped he paused for a moment before stepping toward Alexey, drawing him down for a kiss and moaning when the younger man’s hands grabbed his ass. He made quick work of the shirt and pants, fingers teasingly tracing along Alexey’s briefs as he pulled away from the kiss to sink to his knees.
“God,” Alexey cursed, eyes slipping closed as his tangled a hand in Robby’s hair as Robby nuzzled his crotch, mouthing at his dick through the material before he decided to stop his torture and pulled the briefs down to take Alexey all the way down, both Russians groaning.
Robby knew he had a good mouth, learned how to use it in Juniors, perfected it in his year in the NHL, but he still revelled in the reactions it drew. And he revelled in knowing that it was taking all of Torpo’s self control to not start fucking his mouth. He smirked as Torpo whined and pulled him off his dick.
“Not yet,” Torpo ground out, trying to rapidly cool himself off, “Want to come in your ass.”
Robby smirked and asked, “Where to you want me?”
“On the bed,” Alexey replied, “Facing Pasha. Need him to watch you. Like he always does. Can’t take his eyes off you.”
Robby felt his cheeks flair up but ignored it and got on the bed, elbows and knees spread wide, back arched, making eye contact with Pavel. Whose eyes were glued to him. They always were, Alexey wasn’t lying. Pavel was always watching Robby. Had been since he first arrived in Saint Louis. Robby would look up and meet his eyes - in the locker room, across a crowded bar, in an arena full of screaming fans, he was always looking at Robby.
“Your ass,” Alexey muttered, mostly unconsciously to himself as he squeezed it before grabbing the lube from Robby’s nightstand, “Almost out.”
“You should pick more up then,” Robby replied, it was the Russians using most of it. Well, last week Ryan used A LOT of it, but that was an outlier. Robby had been trying since his rookie year to get O’Ry to fuck him.
“Should get cherry flavored,” Buch suggested from the couch, “Since Torpo like eating you out so much.”
“Hate cherry flavor,” Alexey stuck his tongue out at the same time as Robby said, “You saying my ass doesn’t taste good?”
“Best ass,” Alexey soothed him warming the lube before putting his fingers over Robby’s hole.
“Don’t need much prep,” Robby told him, not that Alexey couldn’t tell.
“Is that why you and Rouzy were in the showers so long?”
“No,” Robby rolled his eyes, “But I did ride Binner in his car.”
“Slut,” Alexey replied, voice full of affection as he slipped three fingers easily into Robby.
“Just fuck me already,” Robby rolled his eyes.
Alexey withdrew his fingers and squeezed more lube out to slick up his dick.
“Do not wipe that hand on my duvet,” Robby warned as Alexey was about to do just that.
Alexey groaned but got up to grab his undershirt to wipe his hand off on.
“Can I fuck you now, princess?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Buch snorted and Robby grinned at him, then dropped his head and moaned as Alexey pushed in and set a brutal pace. Robby gripped the duvet as he was moved with the force of Alexey’s thrusts, moaning as he changed the angle to hit his prostate. Robby looked up and held eye contact with Pavel as Alexey continued his assault on his ass, hips snapping harder and faster as he got closer. He talked big game but he never lasted long when he was in this mood. He groaned and bit Robby’s shoulder as he came, hips thrusting weekly until he finished riding it out.
“My turn now,” Pavel said, starting to take his pants off, “pull out.”
Robby rolled his eyes and moved as soon as Alexey was out of him. This was going to be his third dick of the night, he was gonna get fuck the way he wanted to be.
While Pavel got himself undressed, Robby settled with his head on his pillows. He gently traced a finger up his now hard dick as Pavel approached. Alexey stayed lounging on the bed, dick still laying against his thigh.
“Hi,” Robby smiled up at Pavel as he hovered above him, gasping when Pavel hitched one of Robby’s legs over his shoulder and kissed him as he pushed into him.
Unlike Torpo, Pavel set a relatively easy pace, rolling his hips as he kissed Robby, more worshipping rather than using. He was always watching Robby, he knew how Robby liked being fucked most. And while Robby liked being fuck hard and fast, he loved being fucked like this - slow and intimate, being taken care of.
His breath hitched as Pavel picked up the pace. He was getting close and Robby knew Pavel would be coming first.
“Ангел,” Pavel breathed, pulling away from kissing Robby to pant against his neck as he picked up the pace, chasing his own climax, coming with a groan as he pressed his face against Robby’s chest.
Once he recovered, he pulled out of Robby and kissed his way down Robby’s chest, taking his dick all the way and bobbing maybe four times before Robby was coming, Pavel’s name on his lips.
Buch pulled off and kissed the tip of Robby’s dick, grinning as it kicked and Robby groaned painfully. He then surged up and kissed Robby before getting up to get a washcloth to clean the mess between Robby’s legs.
“I’m not sucking that,” Robby groaned, spotting Torpo’s dick now at full mast again.
“Can I at least come on you?” Alexey replied.
Robby rolled his eyes but allowed it, chuckling at Pavel’s reaction to more come on Robby than when he went to get the washcloth. He gently cleaned the come off his center and threw the cloth in the laundry before getting in bed, Alexey on Robby’s other side and turning the lights off with the dumb controller.
“Next time,” Pavel kissed Robby’s neck as he wrapped his arms around Robby’s waist, “We put cockring on Alexey.”
Robby hummed, eyes closed. He liked the sound of that.