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꒰ william afton ﾉ fem. reader ﾉ henry emily ꒱
william’s hands were clamped onto your hips with bruising force, his knuckles white as he held you in a desperate doggy style position. whenever he drove his length deep into you, his hips slammed against yours with a fasting heat that made your vision swim. but the ecstasy wasn't just coming from your heat.
behind him, henry was a heavy, grounding weight, his hands anchoring william’s waist to facilitate the friction they both craved. as William thrust into you, henry was simultaneously driving into him, filling william’s tight heat from behind.
william’s head fell back, his eyes rolling into his skull as a choked, guttural moan tore from his throat. he was caught in a vice of pleasure, the sensation of being filled and filling all at once sending tremors through his entire frame. his muscles corded and jumped; he was trembling violently, his skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made him glisten under the low light.
"god... darling..." he gasped, his voice a wrecked, airy thing. he bucked against henry’s rhythm, his movements becoming overwrought and uncoordinated as the dual friction pushed him toward a precipice. he became a man undone, lost in the exquisite agony of being completely, utterly consumed by the two of you.
the friction was becoming a fever—a blurring of boundaries where you could no longer tell where your own pleasure ended and the heavy, frantic heat of the men began. william’s chest was pressed hard against your back, his skin burning hot against yours as he clung to you.
he had abandoned his usual dominance for a desperate, clinging sort of need, his arms wrapping tightly around your hips to anchor himself as the world tilted.
as he pumped into you, his thrusts became shorter, more jagged, driven by the relentless force of henry behind him. henry was pounding into him with a bruising, rhythmic intensity, his hands gripping william’s hips to drive his cock deeper into william’s tight, yielding heat. the feeling of being sandwiched between two forces of nature was too much—william’s head slumped onto your shoulder, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
a muffled, high pitched whine escaped him, a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender that he would have died before letting anyone else hear.
he was a mess of contradictions his body was taut and trembling, yet he felt liquid, his muscles unravelling under the dual assault. his eyes were glassy and teary, flushed with a feverish bloom of pleasure that made him look almost vulnerable. every time henry bullied his prostate from behind, william’s cock would twitch and leak, his seed being milked out of him in frantic, uncoordinated pulses. he was caught in a beautiful, agonizing loop of pleasure.
his breath coming in hot, ragged hitches against your skin as he was stretched and filled from both sides, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy of being completely conquered.
henry’s pace became punishing, his hips slamming into william with a raw, unbridled force that left no room for breath. He was burying his thick length deep into william’s ass, each thrust a heavy, wet thud that sent jolts of electricity through the entire trio. william was caught in the middle of a sensory storm; he was grinding his hips wildly against yours, his cock buried deep in your cunt as he tried to find a rhythm that could match the onslaught from behind.
"..h-henry please—!" william’s voice broke, a strangled, breathless plea as he reached his limit.
the dual stimulation was too much to contain.
as henry delivered a final, devastatingly deep slam, william’s body arched violently. he let out a choked cry, his entire frame seizing as he began to spurt thick, hot ropes of seed deep inside you, his cock pulsing in frantic, uncoordinated bursts.
simultaneously, henry let out a low, guttural growl, his own climax hitting as he flooded william’s heat with a heavy, overwhelming load. the sudden release left william utterly spent. he collapsed forward onto your back, his heavy, sweating body draping over you like a shroud. he clung to your hips with a desperate, trembling strength, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent.
seeking the grounding warmth of your skin to pull him back from the brink of unconsciousness as his breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches.
yet, the mercy was short lived.
even as william lay limp and spent, henry wasn't finished. he continued to pump into william’s twitching, overfilled heat—his movements slower now but no less deep.
william could only offer breathy, broken moans in response, his legs trembling uncontrollably, one thigh still hooked up and draped over your hip as he drifted in a haze of pure, exhausted sensation.
henry’s thrusts were relentless, his thick cock sliding in and out of william’s overstimulated heat core with a heavy, suctioning sound that echoed against the metal workbenches.
every time he bottomed out, the sheer force of it sent a fresh wave of lubrication a cocktail of sweat, pre cum—and the heavy loads they had just exchanged spraying outward, coating your thighs and the floor in a glistening, tacky sheen.
william was completely unmoored. his mind had fractured under the weight of the pleasure, leaving him in a state of delirious, beautiful nonsense. he was slumped against you, his forehead pressed hard into your shoulder, his lips brushing your skin as he rambled in a broken, breathless stream of consciousness.
"so... so much... darling, it's too... the stars... they're all... ah—!" he choked out, his voice a wrecked, airy lilt. he couldn't form coherent thoughts, only fragments of orgasm. "everything is... so bright... h-henry, don't stop... the gears... they're turning inside... oh, god, the heat..."
his cock, still buried deep within your soaking wet cunt, was throbbing with a life of its own. it was hypersensitive, twitching rhythmically with every heavy lunge Henry made into his backside.
with every impact, william’s cock would pulse, leaking more thick, creamy remnants of his climax into you, the fluid bubbling and spilling out of the junction where your bodies met. he is moaning breathy, incoherent praises into your neck, his entire world reduced to the wet, pulsating pounding that refused to let him find peace.
when the final crescendo arrived with a heavy, shuddering finality. henry let out a long, low groan that seemed to vibrate through william’s very bones, his hips locking tight against his friend's backside as he delivered one last, devastatingly deep thrust.
he stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, as he released a massive, pulsing flood of heat deep into william’s core. the sheer volume of it made william’s entire body jerk and spasm—his toes curling against the floor as he let out one final, high pitched whimper of pure, unadulterated overload.
slowly, the frantic movement subsided. as henry finally pulled out, the sudden absence of his weight felt like a physical ache. you felt the heavy pressure lift from your back, leaving you feeling hollowed out and blissfully exhausted, your muscles twitching from the intensity. the silence that followed was heavy, filled only by the sound of three people trying to remember how to breathe.
henry stood up, his chest heaving, looking down at the tangled, glistening mess of limbs and fluids on the workshop floor.
he looked at the way william was draped over you, coated in sweat and the evidence of their shared excess, and a nervous, sheepish chuckle escaped him. "sorry," henry murmured, rubbing the back of his neck, his face flushed a deep crimson. "i think... i might have lost track of the tempo there. you two alright?"
william didn't answer with words at first. he simply let out a long, shaky exhale, his face still pressed into the crook of your neck. he looked utterly wrecked, his eyes glazed and unfocused—a small, dazed smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
he finally lifted his head just enough to look at you, his skin glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration.
"don't be sorry.." william rasped, his voice a low, velvet wreck. he reached out a trembling hand to stroke your cheek, his touch incredibly tender despite the chaos they had just endured. "it was... perfection. truly." he leaned down to press a slow, lingering kiss to your temple, his eyes fluttering shut. "a masterpiece of a performance, mh wouldn't you agree, darling?"
you let out a soft, contented hum, leaning up to press a series of peppered, lingering kisses against william’s jaw and the heated skin of his neck.
the feeling of your lips against his seemed to ground him, pulling him back from the brink of his delirium. as you moved, william’s hands drifted down to your hips, his long fingers splaying wide. he began to rub the skin there with a gentle, almost reverent touch, his brow furrowing slightly as he inspected the pale expanse of your flesh.
"did i... was it too much?" he murmured, his voice still thick with the remnants of his climax. he traced the edge of a faint, blooming redness on your hip, his thumb stroking the area with a cautious tenderness. "i didn't want to be too unrefined with you, love. i worry the enthusiasm gets the better of my control."
before you could reassure him, the warmth of another body joined the fray. henry, having gathered himself, slid back down onto the floor to pull you both into a tight, protective cocoon. he wrapped his arms around your waist and william’s shoulders, his chest a solid, comforting weight against your back. so the three of you lay there in a tangled heap of limbs.
william let out a soft, huffed laugh, leaning his head back against henry’s shoulder while keeping his eyes locked on yours. he felt heavy, his insides feeling uncomfortably yet pleasantly full from the sheer volume henry had just deposited within him.
"though," william added, a mischievous, lopsided glint returning to his grayish colored eyes as he glanced toward henry, "i do feel a bit... overstuffed. like a spring lock suit that’s been wound a turn too far. if we don't get some proper aftercare soon, henry dear, you might just cause me to burst right here on the floor."
the workshop, usually a place of frantic mechanical energy and the sharp scent of oil, had softened into a sanctuary of quiet intimacy.
the dim light cast long, amber shadows across the floor as henry moved with a quiet, purposeful grace. he had fetched a basin of warm water and several soft, clean cloths—his movements careful so as not to disturb the heavy, peaceful lethargy settling over the three of you.
henry knelt beside you first, his expression tender and focused.
starting when he began to gently wipe away the sweat and the slick, cooling traces of their passion from your skin. his touch was methodical and soothing, a silent apology for the intensity of his earlier hunger. every stroke of the warm cloth felt like a balm, washing away the frantic edge of the intercourse and replacing it with a profound sense of being cared for.
william, meanwhile, had shifted to sit partially upright, leaning his back against the workbench to allow you more space. he looked uncharacteristically subdued, his usual theatrical flair replaced by a raw, quiet vulnerability. he watched henry’s ministrations with a gaze that was both appreciative and slightly dazed.
when it was his turn, william didn't just want to be cleaned—he wanted to be held.
as henry moved to tend to him, william reached out to pull you closer into his side, his arm a steady, warm weight around your waist. he leaned his head against yours, his breathing finally leveling out into a steady calm.
then he let out a soft, contented sigh as the warmth of the water and the closeness of your bodies worked their magic. the heavy, stretching sensation in his lower abdomen was still there a constant, pulsing reminder of henry's generosity but it no longer felt overwhelming.
it felt like a secret they all shared, a physical manifestation of the bond that kept them tethered to one another in the quiet hours after the show had ended.
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