Mara

It’s not until after the show, when they’re back in the hotel that Luke gets Calum the way he wants him.

Back on his knees, striped down to nothing but his skirt, cheek resting against Luke’s thigh as he stares up at him, mouth agape and hands folded neatly in his lap. Luke can see the tent beneath the skirt, can see the tremble in Calum’s shoulders as he tries desperately not to touch like a good boy.

The way Calum looks is sinful, makeup smudged at the corners of his eyes that are glistening with pure need, cheek smooshed against Luke’s open legs, face just inches from his cock.

Luke tangles a hand in Calum’s curls, raking his fingers through them. Calum practically melts under the touch, body shuddering as he lets out a soft whimper.

“Such a good boy,” Luke mutters, watching how Calum’s hands flex in his lap. Calum makes a noise of satisfaction with the praise, half lidded eyes staring up at Luke.

Calum felt the bed dip as Luke sidled up behind him, plastering himself against Calum’s back, draping an arm around his waist and splaying a hand over his stomach. Calum twitched as he felt the press of Luke’s cock against the cleft of his ass, biting his lip to prevent any embarrassing noises from escaping.

“Have you been waiting long?” Luke purred, pressing his face into Calum’s neck, nipping his teeth on the smooth skin that was entirely unmarked. Calum didn’t reply; he could only gulp thickly as he tried to steady his breathing. Calum would have found it funny that Luke absolutely knew exactly how long he had been waiting- down to the second, if not for how riled up he already was.

“Have you been a good boy?” Luke asked, his other hand reaching beneath Calum’s boxers to push against the toy that nestled between his legs. Calum whimpered, lurching forward at the sudden stimulation, but the hand on his stomach kept him in place.

“It seems like you have, keeping this in all day, you must be so desperate, right, baby?” Luke asked, his voice teasing as he put pressure on the plug again. Calum choked out another whimper, his sensitive cock head spurting out precum- desperate for release.

Calum couldn’t help it when his head suddenly dropped into that warm, disoriented space, with Luke’s strong hands holding his body steady- he breathed out a sigh, tension leaving his body as he ground back on Luke's hand, pushing the plug against his prostate. Luke let him, watching as Calum's mouth dropped open in a silent moan as he continued to roll his hips.

“So desperate for me, for daddy,” Luke said, sliding his hand up Calum’s stomach until it stopped at his neck. Luke squeezed lightly, just to make Calum aware of the heavy presence of his hand against his throat- remind Calum who was in control .

Calum’s eyes were bleary with tears as he leaned his head back helplessly. Luke smirked down at him with a hungry expression. Calum didn’t know how much longer he could take without cumming.

“Please,” he whimpered, his eyes wide and pleading as he stared at Luke, his body twitching uncontrollably.

“Hm?” Luke hummed, licking a strip along Calum’s tilted jaw. Calum shuddered out a gasp as his body twitched again, eyes searching out Luke’s.

“Please, daddy, I want-,” Calum choked, still grinding his hips against the toy. Luke chuckled lowly in his ear before flipping him on his front, pulling down his boxers so that they rested below his ass. Calum whimpered at the sudden friction of his dick against the mattress as Luke grabbed him by the hips, pulling them up so that his ass was presented to Luke in all its glory.

“Look at you. So beautiful,” Luke whispered, plastering himself over Calum’s back again. Calum let out a small whine at the sudden weight on top of him, but didn’t make a move to push him off. Luke leisurely started to grind his hips against Calum, nothing to separate them now as their skin made contact.

“So desperate for daddys cock, aren’t you?” Luke asked, his tone sing-songy as he grabbed a fistful of Calum’s hair and tugged lightly. Calum gasped at the sudden pressure on his scalp, letting out a small sob.

“Say it, tell me how bad you want it,” Luke growled, gritting his teeth as he yanked again. Calum choked out another sob.

“I wan- I want your cock, daddy, please,” Calum whimpered, a desperate whine at the end of his sentence. Calum had been sleeping with Luke long enough to know that begging was his biggest turn on- that he loved to see Calum so desperate that he couldn’t think about anything else besides Luke fucking him.

That was the thing with Calum- always so unflappable, he knew how to keep his composure and never let his emotions get out of hand. That’s why Luke loved this so much. To break Calum down until he couldn’t help but show how he truly felt- how desperate he was.

It was only when Luke was finally sliding into him that Calum felt a little bit of relief, finally getting what he’d been waiting for all day. A harsh yank at Calum’s hair had him sobbing out another plea, moaning daddy with every sharp thrust. Luke hadn’t expected to be so into the daddy thing, but it was turning into something that sent him feral. Every time it slipped from Calum’s dampened lips, Luke could feel something igniting inside him- desperate to make him say it again, to fuck it out of him.

Luke’ pace was immediately brutal, fast and rough to the point where it had Calum letting out moans that sounded more like sobs than anything else. Calum felt like he was floating, with Luke's hands digging into his flesh, marking him up with fingerprints and scratches. Luke was muttering, and Calum couldn’t quite make out what he was saying aside from the odd ‘good boy’, but he didn’t really care, not when Luke was fucking against his prostate with each thrust.

He hardly noticed the click of the bedroom door and the presence of somebody else in the room- his mind completely filled with Luke and the way he was taking him from behind, consuming him entirely.

Calum’s eyes snapped open when he felt a warm hand rest gently on his face. It was so different from the way Luke was treating him that he couldn’t help but bring his own attention to it.

“M-Mikey,” He choked out, a little tear slipping from his eye as Luke kept up his pace, watching as his cock slid in and out of Calum’s slick hole.

“So perfect, this hole belongs to me, isn’t that right, baby?” Luke asked, clearly paying no mind to Michael’s sudden presence. Luke was always one for dirty talk; it was borderline rancid most of the time, but Calum couldn’t help but be into it. He loved how dirty it made him feel.

“Where’ve you been?” Calum managed, more of a whimper as he tried to reach out for Michael, who was now kneeling in front of him on the bed.

“I’m sorry baby, Ive been busy. Has Luke been mean to you?” Michael asked, a lilt of teasing in his voice. Calum whimpered, nodding quickly as Luke picked up the pace, his fingers bruising into Calum’s waist.

“My poor baby,” Michael cooed, stroking a hand along Calum's jaw. Calum leaned into the soft touch, a stark contrast to the animalistic way Luke was fucking him.

Before Calum had started sleeping with the two, he had assumed that their dynamic would be the opposite of what it was. He had assumed that Luke would be the soft one, offering him comforting touches as Michael roughed him up a little, but Calum had learned quickly that it was very much the other way around.

Luke liked control, liked to pick Calum apart piece by piece until all that was left was a desperate, writhing mess. Michael, on the other hand, always took it slow, praising him no matter what he did, telling him how well he was doing and how pretty he looked.

“You gonna show Michael what you call me when we’re alone?” Luke grunted, fucking into Calum at a pace that could only be described as brutal, as he finally acknowledged Michael’s presence. Calum whimpered, his eyes unwavering from Michaels soft gaze as he stared back at him with intrigue

They had never indulged in their daddy kink when Michael was around. For a while, they just assumed that he wouldn’t be into it and would find it weird. Strangely, it had become something that was their thing, something that they had just between the two of them. But now, with his mind clouded with lust, it seemed like Luke was willing to give Michael a front row seat.

Michael was still staring at them, watching how Luke’s hips snapped against Calum’s ass, his hands in his hair as he pulled Calum up off the bed. Curiosity and intrigue ghosted his features.

“Luke, please,” Calum begged, tears running down his face that were quickly wiped away by Michael's tanned hands as he held Calum’s face delicately, as if he might break. Calum wasn’t even sure what he was begging for at this point.

“That- that is not what you call me,” Luke grunted, panting a little from exertion as he rolled his hips in such a way that had Calum jerking forward with the force of it.

“Come on, baby, show Michael how good you can be.”

“Cal, you’re doing so well,” Michael said suddenly, his voice low and soft as he pressed his forehead against Calum’s. Calum reached out, his hands grasping for Michael’s shirt to pull him into a kiss. It was short, and Calum couldn’t properly concentrate on it with Luke’ cock abusing his prostate with every thrust, but he tried his best anyway. It was only when they parted, lips slick with spit as Calum panted into Michael’ mouth, that the word slipped from his mouth, dancing its way to Michael’ ears.

“Daddy,” Calum panted, pulling a stunned Michael in for another kiss. This one was more heated, and Michael showed a lot more power during it, reaching around to the nape of Calum’s neck to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into Calum’s mouth.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Michael groaned, moving one of his hands down to rest over Luke’ hand that was firmly planted on Calum’s waist. Calum breathed deep, watching how Michael leaned over his shoulder to kiss Luke, pushing his chest flush with Calum, who was now trapped between their two bodies- nowhere to run. He could smell the mix of both of their colognes this close, their scents overwhelming his senses.

Another sharp thrust had Calum falling forward into Michael’s arms, his face pushing into Michael’s neck, where he made to work at sucking bruises onto the skin. Michael wanted to protest, force Calum away so that he didn’t leave any evidence in places that were difficult to hide, but Calum’s hand was hurriedly pushing its way into his pants, grabbing his half-hard cock before he began to stroke it in slow, leisurely snaps.

Michael was leaning towards his ear, his hot breath ghosting over his skin as he whispered, “You look so pretty like this, so desperate.”

The words alone were enough to elicit a whine from Calum as he could feel Luke’s thrusts starting to falter, his hand reaching around to tease at Calum’s leaking cock.

“Good boy,” Luke said, pushing himself even deeper- if that was even possible. Calum felt like he was suffocating, in the best way possible. He felt completely consumed by Michael and Luke.

“Come on, baby, show Michael how good you can be for daddy,” Luke grunted, grinding against Calum’s prostate roughly as he jerked Calum off, biting against Calum’s shoulder to muffle his own noises.

Calum practically cried out when he came, hands scrunching in Michael’s shirt as he spilt all over Luke’s hand and Michael’s jeans. Calum had half a mind to rip Michael’s jeans off him as he continued to stroke his cock, trying his best to bring him to orgasm, but it was proving difficult with Luke’s continued thrusts into his sensitive hole- driving his body into overstimulation.

“Daddy, I can’t, please,”

“Just a little more, you can take it,” Luke whispered as Calum tried to protest again, moaning out a pathetic daddy once more. He hadn’t even realised that Michael had suddenly gone silent, his eyes dark and clouded as he held Calum close, cumming in his pants with Calum’s hand wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck I- fuck cal, the things you do to me,” Michael said, leaning down to capture Calum in another kiss. Calum didn’t really participate; he let Michael take what he wanted as he felt Luke finally cum, spilling himself into Calum’s hole.

Calum cringed when he pulled out, feeling completely spent as he let himself be bundled into Michael' s arms, being dragged into the sheets as Luke tried to clean them up as best he could.

“Are you alright?” Michael asked, stroking Calum’s hair soothingly as Calum lay with his head against Michael' s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Luke asked, his voice laced with concern as he came up behind Calum, much as he had earlier, except this time his touch was light and comforting as he dragged his hand up and down Calum’s naked back. Calum hummed softly, and the stilling of Luke’ hands had Calum lifting his head to smile softly at him.

“It was great, Luke. You were perfect. I promise,” he said, using up the last of his energy to lean forward and place a soft kiss on Luke’s lips. Luke smiled back, wiping away unshed tears from Calum’s eyes.

“I love you both,” Luke said, looking between the two men, his boyfriends, who were cuddled together in his bed. Michael smirked at him, waving a dismissive hand in his direction.