thank god fish aren't into cash...

Jackson is big, girthy, wide enough that you can only just about touch the tips of your fingers together as you stroke him. Holland's dick is humbler but has that delicious curve to it that hits you in all the right places when he's rutting into you like a wild dog so you don't really like to play favourites. You get two hot men who like to fuck you, for christ's sake. You don't look a sexy gift horse in the mouth.

Your knees ache and your jaw is killing you, but it's all worth it. They look down at you like you're the centre of the universe. Holland gets pretty verbose when he's getting off, a mantra of "ohh fuck, that's it, just like that, you're so perfect..." not uncommon, but Jackson remains quiet except for his heavy breathing and the sound of his fingers carding through your hair right next to your ear. You keep working your hands. You're pretty sure they're both close and it would be ideal to have them come together.

Maybe you're a little freaky, distracting them from an investigation so you could have them fuck your throat right here in this alley where where anyone could catch you. But maybe they don't mind, because they're the ones who followed you when you suggested it.

You reach in to take Healy in your mouth, rolling your tongue around the head until his groans in the back of his throat. When you let him go, you make sure a filthy trail of spit goes from his slit to your bottom lip, rolling your eyes back when it breaks and hits your chin. Holland chokes.

"Holy shit, look at you, you're so fuckin' dirty..."

"I am!" you agree, before taking him down to the base in one swift movement. Holland does that tiny little scream and tries to grab onto something for support, but only succeeds in gripping Healy's sleeve. Healy lets him.

"Boys... can you do something for me...?" you ask as you lean back on your heels, stroking both of them at a slow, sweet pace.

"Name it," Jackson growls as Holland nods so hard that you're sure he'll have whiplash.

"Can you kiss? For me?"

They tend not to kiss each other, not the way that they kiss you, anyway. With you it's easy little pecks of affection throughout the day, a thumb caressing your jaw and a hint of tongue. Even though they're partners in business and romance, they tend not to kiss each other unless it's in the heat of the moment. And if the moment you're in right now were any hotter, it would be on fire.

So Holland dives at Jackson's mouth tongue-first.

"Jesus, March," Jackson spits, before grabbing Holland's head in his hands and directing him properly. Their lips slide together obscenely as they give into your demand, all tongue and spit and lewdness. It's perfect, and it makes you so horny that you're sure you'll never be able to wear these jeans again without blushing over the memory of the mess you're making in them.

"That's it," you groan, and spit on each of their cocks before you start to speed up the pace of your stroking. "Now both of you jizz on my face so I can rub it into my skin like moisturiser, mmkay?"

"Really?" Jackson splutters.

"Sure thing!" says Holland.

Yeah. Maybe they like when you're freaky.