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Mike lay flat over Will, his back against Will’s chest as the younger plowed in and out of him with quick, shallow strokes. Will had his hands cupping the back of Mike’s knees, keeping his legs up and splayed open.
Mike reached out behind himself, clambering to clutch the headboard in an attempt to brace himself as Will planted his feet firmly against the bed, working his hips harder to drive into him at a more ruthless pace. Will subdued grunts resounded next to his ear, accompanied by the persistent smack of their skin, and the sloppy, squelching sound of Will’s cock sliding against his lube-slicked walls.
Mike reached down with his free hand, fisting his soft, spent cock. He gritted his teeth, his brows furrowing as he pumped his hand over the length with short, steady strokes; the slide of his calloused hand felt rough against his hypersensitive cock as he tried to work himself up to another orgasm.
“Mmm…” Mike drew his bottom lip between his teeth, sucking and pulling on it as he tilted his head back against Will’s shoulder. This exposed the delicious expanse of his throat, which was littered with varying hickies: it bloomed with pink hues and deep purples—courtesy of Lucas.
Speaking of Lucas, the man lay on his side, lazily palming at his hardening cock in a seemingly disinterested manner; he’d already come so he wasn’t as interested in getting off again, rather preferring to soak in the enticing sight of Will having his share of Mike.
Mike’s hips jerked, lurching up with a jolt at the deliberate swipe of his thumb over the head of his cock, and he let out a quiet, suppressed whine, his toes curling at the agonizing sensation. Pre-cum had begun to spew out of his slit in streams, dribbling over the length of his cock and providing a nice lubricating layer to make the slide of his hand almost effortless.
“ Yeah—fuck— just like that,” Mike panted out, his voice coming out in a strained pitch. He canted his hips, arching back, trying to meet Will’s thrusts.
A heavy, encompassing warmth had begun to take root in his pelvis, unfurling at the base of his cock and branching outwards.
Mike took his hand off the headboard to thumb at his nipple, proceeding to roll and pinch the protruding bud between the pads of his fingers. He swallowed down a breathless gasp, his mouth splaying open wordlessly as he shuddered at the titillating ache spreading in his chest. His cock throbbed with the immediate rush of arousal, swelling within his hold.
“Unghhh, Will, hurry—s’close,” Mike said in between little shuddering breaths, frantically working his hand over his cock.
“Just a little longer,” Will grunted out, panting heavily. He tightened his hold on the back of Mike’s knees, gripping him so hard that Mike was sure the shape of his fingers would be imprinted on his skin for days—and the thought of bearing his marks had a high, keening whine spilling past his lips.
The next thrust was hard enough to jostle Mike’s body, and Mike scrambled for purchase, a loud cry tearing it’s way out of his throat as Will set up a brutal and unyielding pace, intent on reaching his completion.
Mike fisted the sheets, letting out a litany of soft moans interspersed by subdued grunts. His hard cock bounced along with each thrust, glistening with pre-cum.
Mike’s thighs began to quiver with his orgasm looming around the corner. And when his orgasm hit, it hit him hard. So much so that Mike could only hold on as taut spasms wracked his body, his abdominal muscles tightening and convulsing to the point of cramping. His spine curved as it lurched up before he bore down on his orgasm, collapsing back down on Will with a breathless sob.
Mike continued to twitch bodily, his cock pulsing and sputtering pathetically, as the aftershocks of his orgasm ran their course through him. Faintly, he was aware of Will burying himself up to the hilt and releasing into him with a low, drawled-out moan.
Will carried on thrusting with little, shallow strokes, mindful to be as gentle as possible as he rode out his orgasm. He settled Mike’s legs down after the last of his orgasm ebbed away, carefully adjusting him until he rested more comfortably atop him, murmuring soft, loving praises into his ear whilst doing so.
mike’s puffy hole spasmed as Will pulled himself out, adjusting itself after being stretched taut for so long. It pulsed inwards and outwards convulsively, wringing out thin dribbles of cum.
Nose scrunched in distaste, Mike reached out between his legs, plugging himself with two fingers to keep more cum from trailing out onto the sheets, letting out an unrestrained hiss at the ache of his sore asshole—it felt like pressing on a bruise.
“Shh...Let me,” Lucas murmured soothingly, delicately encircling his fingers around Mike’s wrist to coax his fingers out.
He leaned down and dragged his tongue over the hot, cum-drenched asshole, licking up the leaked traces of cum. He smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, swallowing down the tangy taste, before dipping closer to enclose his mouth around the puffy rim.
Mike’s quiet whine broke out into a teary hiss, his hands scrambling to entangle themselves in Lucas’ hair as Lucas sucked hard —hard enough for it to ache. Tugging on Lucas’ hair, Mike voiced his protests.
“No, no, so sore, so sore.”
His asshole was raw, terribly sensitive, and he felt it all through his body as he squirmed and twisted, letting out little hiccuping sounds. But Lucas was persistent; he hooked his arms over Mike’s waist and interlocked his fingers together, preventing Mike from pushing him off.
Latching his mouth more firmly around the puckered rim, he pushed at it with his tongue. The stretched, swollen opening quickly gave way under the pressure, allowing his tongue to breach past the ring of muscle.
Lucas moaned unabashedly as he curled his tongue into Mike to dig out thick globs of cum. He ate him out like he was starving, letting out lewd slurping noises. His nostrils flared for breath as he pushed himself up into Mike, digging his tongue in deeper.
“Ple-please, I—hnhh,” Mike blubbered, shaking his head. “Too much. I-I don’t—“
He sounded near tears from too much stimulation, but Lucas continued to work his tongue into him with dexterity.
He pulled back periodically to gulp in large, lungfuls of air, before diving back in with renewed fervor. He was practically slobbering in his enthusiasm as he licked broad stripes over Mike’s opening, using the saliva accumulated on his tongue to moisten the orifice, smearing his saliva all over it.
Soon Mike didn’t know whether to push Lucas away or pull him closer; he would gyrate back onto Lucas’ tongue, only to try and pull away in a feeble attempt to escape the intensity of the sensations rippling through him with every calculated flick of Lucas’ tongue.
Mike sucked in a sharp breath when Lucas nipped at the sensitive skin where his thigh met his groin. He whined as the slight prickle of pain sent a pulse of arousal to his cock, causing it to twitch with a lurch. lucas proceeded to lick over the irritated spot. He used his saliva as a sort-of soothing balm, anointing it over the area, before moving on to suck bruises along Mike’s skin as he made his way back to his asshole.
Lucas accumulated the saliva in his mouth, gathering it over his tongue, only to let it dribble past his lips onto Mike’s perineum. He watched with twisted fascination as it trailed down Mike’s skin at a languid pace, gradually sinking into the dip of his twitching hole.
Fuck that was hot. No, It wasn’t just hot, it was absolutely obscene, and Lucas groaned, the sound coming out a little helpless and guttural. He rolled his hips, grinding hard against the bed in a futile attempt to relieve some of the arousal aching his cock. But it was hardly enough, and it only managed to sharpen his arousal.
He needed a moment to calm himself down. He began to count to six, taking deep measured breaths in between. However, his attempt to gather his bearings was cut short as Mike arched his back and canted his hips up with a needy whine. He tugged on Lucas’ hair in a wordless plea for him to continue.
And who was Lucas to deny him?
“Don’t worry, I have no intentions of stopping,” Lucas assured him, a promise lacing his words.
He dipped back down, his mouth seeking Mike’s cock.
Mike keened when Lucas pulled his cock into his mouth. He tightened his fists, tugging at the strands of hair woven through his fingers.
Lucas hallowed his cheeks to apply a light suction. He ran his tongue all around whilst continuing to suck on it. It resulted in the reaction he was looking for because Mike let out a low moan.
Overwhelmed, Mike pulled on Lucas’ hair at a particularly harsh suck. He yanked so hard that Lucas couldn’t help but let out a pained groan at the burn prickling his scalp.
“You’ll pull all his hair out at this rate,” Will spoke up with a light chuckle. He gently coaxed Mike to let go of Lucas’ hair, slotting his fingers through Mike’s to intertwine them together. “Here, you can grab onto my hands instead.”
Lucas hummed gratefully, and Mike’s hips jolted as the sound reverberated around his cock.
He lathered the saliva coating Mike’s hole with his fingers, rubbing them in small, languid circles until it was sufficiently spread across it. Pleased with the result, he spit on Mike’s asshole again, relishing the sight of his bubbly, viscid spit trailing over the puffy asshole. It was lewd and utterly disgusting, but it sent a heavy pulse of arousal to his cock.
Lucas leaned down and pushed his saliva into Mike’s hole with his tongue. He diligently plunged it in and out, making the hole loose and sloppy with his spit.
Mike squeezed down on Will’s hands, letting out little cries and faint gasps as his arousal built up in a wave of pleasurable pulses.
Lucas’ mouth was absolute sin, and his tongue was so flexible and strong, holding him at its mercy as it twisted and curled inside of him, making him brim with sensations that he was barely able to handle or contain.
Lucas pulled his tongue out to sweep its tip over Mike’s asshole with rapid flicks. He tickled the opening, reveling in the way it caused Mike to squirm and kick his legs out.
He pushed his tongue past the ring of muscle, working it in and out over and over again. His tongue was beginning to ache and the muscles in his jaw were threatening to cramp but the animalistic desire raging inside of him, urging him to devour Mike whole, kept him going, fueling him on.
“Ughh, Lucas, please, please.”
Mike rolled his hips, desperately working himself back on Lucas’ tongue. Noise after noise poured out of him as his arousal rose to unbearable heights. He felt like a live-wire: electric-hot and on the brink of short-circuiting.
Soon his whole body began to quiver, teetering on the edge of the fall.
“So clos— Oh God. ”
Face contorted, he threw his head back with a loud keen. Everything felt drawn out, including time, as his body went taut for a long second. His breath punched its way out of him when he jerked back down, and his hips humped the air with stuttered lurches as his cock sputtered with multiple violent convulsions. It came up dry, spewing out nothing despite it’s furious and insistent pulsing.
Lucas curled his tongue into Mike, tucking it in as far as possible as Mike’s walls spasmed around it, contracting and releasing convulsively as he rode out his orgasm.
When Mike came back to himself, he had to blink a few times to clear the haze in his vision. There was dull throbbing in his head from the intensity of his orgasm. Lucas was still lapping at his hole with kitten licks, and Mike’s legs twitched with the reflex to curl in on themselves.
Not able to bear it any longer, he whined, pushing at Lucas’ head. “Enough, enough, I don’t need more.”
“Sorry,” Lucas muttered. He planted a firm, open mouthed kiss against Mike’s hole, and Mike’s breath hitched in surprise.
Lucas pulled up after, rubbing his hand over his jaw as he worked out the kinks.
“Fuck, my jaw is killing me and I think pulled a muscle in my neck.”
Mike could feel Will’s chest rumble with laughter under him.
“You brought it upon yourself, Lucas,” Will muttered, winding his arms over Mike’s waist. He nuzzled his face into Mike’s hair, pressing soft kisses there.
“True...Can’t say it wasn’t worth it.” Lucas replied.
His lips were puffy and slick with spit, and Mike itched with the urge to kiss him, to taste himself on Lucas’s lips, and to thank him for going down on him so passionately, so eagerly.
“C’mere, Lucas, wanna kiss,” Mike murmured, and Lucas grinned.
“Yeah?”
He loomed over Mike, placing his hand on the headboard to support himself as he leaned down to capture Mike’s lips in a sweet kiss.
Mike moaned, soft and content, at the caress of their lips. He reached out to cup Lucas’ face between his hands, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
Will was stroking his palms over the plains of his stomach, and it made Mike’s chest swell with warmth. He felt enveloped by them, and he reveled in the feeling. He liked being the center of their world despite their tendency to crowd him in bed until he couldn’t fall asleep because he was sweating like crazy, squished between two space heaters.
*
Mike lay sprawled across the bed on his side, one leg thrown over Lucas’ thigh who was settled on his side beside him, resting the side of his head against his palm as they wallowed in the afterglow of their climaxes.
Their heavy breathing was loud in the quiet room, only accompanied by the muffled sound of the tap running in the adjacent bathroom. A heavy sheen of sweat coated their skin, the light whirring of the ceiling fan doing little to cool them.
Mike swiped his tongue over his dry lips, smacking them together. He felt parched; he could use a glass of iced water.
Mike stretched his leg out languidly, flexing his toes like a cat under the morning sun. There was a pleasant ache in his muscles, little tingles of pleasure thrumming through his body, filling him with a deep-rooted feeling of warmth and satisfaction. It was nice.
What wasn’t nice though: the warm, sticky trickle of cum leaking out of his swollen opening, clinging to his skin uncomfortably. His nose scrunched up at the feeling. He could use a shower too. Mike winced visibly when his hole convulsed, a tinge of soreness pulsing through his lower body. Was it possible to feel full yet hollowed out at the same time? Because that’s exactly what his asshole felt like. Lucas and Will had really done a number on him—reaming his ass six ways to Sunday.
As if appearing at the mention—well, thought—of his name, the bathroom door creaked open and Will walked in, clad in a pair of black boxer-briefs.
He made his way over and plopped down on the bed next to Mike, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“Here, I’ve got a washcloth,” Will muttered, leaning over to clean the dried streaks of cum littering Mike’s stomach, and Mike sighed at the cooling sensation of the wet cloth sliding over his heated skin. However, the reprieve from the heat was only brief.
His body twitched with a jolt when Will moved to wipe the wet cloth over his soft cock, forcing him to bite back a hiss. Will had been as gentle as possible but the terry fabric of the cloth felt teeth-gratingly rough against the tender skin of his cock.
“Sorry,” will murmured, pulling the washcloth away. He enclasped Mike’s hand within his hold and brought it up to his lips to press a kiss, stamping it against his knuckles.
“Give me a proper one,” Mike whined, holding his arms up to beckon Will between them, and Will huffed out a low chuckle. Balancing himself on one arm, he bent down to capture Mike’s lips in a sweet kiss just as Mike cupped his hands over his jaw, pulling him closer. Mike’s chapped lips were slightly rough against his but Will savored the soft press of their lips, a quiet, content moan rumbling in his throat.
Only after indulging Mike thoroughly did Will pull back. “Baby, your lips are all chapped,” he said, nudging Mike’s chin up with the side of his index finger, pressing his thumb over the plump cushion of Mike’s bottom lip. He swallowed a little thickly when Mike’s tongue peeked out, brushing against the tip of his thumb as he swiped it over the inner edge of his lip, moistening it with saliva.
“You’re not playing nice,” Will said, sounding hoarse to his own ears. Mike just grinned up at him, looking extremely pleased with himself, and Will snorted—a little amused, a little fond. He flicked Mike on the forehead, pulling himself back up straight.
“Ow,” Mike said, rubbing his forehead, mostly for effect rather than actual pain. “Kiss it better,” he demanded with a petulant pout, but Will just gave him a shake of his head, grinning widely.
“Nope.”
“Asshole,” Mike said, kicking his leg out at Will. Will let out a light, airy laugh. He grabbed a hold of Mike’s leg and pulled it over his lap.
“I’ve got your leg, what’re you gonna do now?”
“Uggh, you two really aren’t going to let me sleep,” Lucas spoke up, opening his eyes. “C’mere, I’ll kiss it better. Case settled.”
“Traitor,” Will said to Lucas—as if he wouldn’t have indulged Mike the same way if it had been the other way around. Mike really did have them wrapped around his finger.
Mike smiled up at Will smugly as Lucas leaned down to press a kiss against his forehead, and Will narrowed his eyes when Mike poked his tongue out at him.
“Really,” Will said. “You’re really doing that right now? Are you five?” Just to rile him up, Mike did it again.
“Okay, that’s it.” Will encircled his hand around Mike’s ankle, grabbing a hold of it to pull Mike towards him. Mike let out a surprised yelp, a strangled ‘oof’ making its way out of his throat as he slid down the bed.
“You want kisses, huh,” Will said, looming over him, pressing Mike’s hands down over his head. He raked his eyes once over the thin spread of Mike’s lashes, the small bump on the bridge of his nose to the curve of his shapely lips, before leaning down to smother Mike with an array of kisses—pressing them all over his nose, cheeks, forehead and eyelids.
“Uughh...Will! Stop!” Mike giggled out, his voice breaking in to high-pitched squeaks as he wriggled within Will’s hold. “You’re getting spit all over me!”
“What, I thought you’d wanted a kiss,” Will said, his eyebrow raised challengingly. “The reason you were being annoying.” Mike squealed out in laughter, his legs kicking out when Will leaned back down to blow a raspberry against his neck. “That tickles! S-stop I’m sorry.”
Will finally let up, deciding to have mercy when Mike’s breathing turned heavy, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath in-between giggles and protests.
Mike wiped his face with the back of his hand when Will let go of him, making an exaggeratedly repulsed face. His nose was scrunched up cutely and Will bit back the urge to coo at him.
“Uggh, Will, you dick, get off of me; I can’t breathe,” Mike said, pushing at Will’s shoulder. Will let out a chuckle as he lifted himself off, settling down by Mike’s side, sitting up with his legs crossed.
A tranquil moment of silence followed as the three of them let their thoughts wander.
“Between Will and I…” Lucas spoke up after a while, lifting himself up to a sitting position. “Which one of us is better?”
Mike stilled. “W-what?”
Lucas huffed out a low laugh at the panicked expression on Mike’s face, and he reached out to thread his fingers through Mike’s hair, combing through the locks as he elaborated. “No, not like that. I meant, who fucks you better?”
There was a brief pause.
“Is that why you two were so relentless today?” Mike asked, propping himself up on his elbows, directing his gaze towards Will.“To prove a point?”
“Umm...well” Will replied nonsensically, letting out a nervous laugh.
Mike picked up the nearest pillow and chucked it at him. “You two are ridiculous; why do you have to turn everything into a competition?!”
“It’s not a competition—it’s a matter of pride,” Lucas said, pulling the pillow out of Mike’s reach before he could pick it up and hit him with it. “And it’s not like you didn’t get anything out of it.”
“Yeah, I got my ass plowed thoroughly . Several times .”
“Yeah? And what? You didn’t like it,” Lucas said, his voice laden with offense.
“You—“ Mike faltered with his retort. “Y-yeah, okay I liked it,” he admitted, looking away, crossing his arms over his chest sullenly.
“Thought so,” Lucas replied, his lips curled up in a self-assured smirk.
“Don’t look so smug,” Mike said, reaching out to hit him, only applying a little force behind the punch.
“Your tiny fist of fury isn’t going to do any damage,” Lucas said in-between huffs of laughter, using the pillow as a shield when Mike got up to hit him harder.
“My fist is going to do a lot of damage when it hits you in the balls!”