#3buggy

“Can’t I sample it from, say, a spoon?” 

“Oh c’mon I know you’ve put worse things in your mouth.” Buggy grinned, wiggling his eyebrows in suggestion. 

Mr.3 flushed but he tried hard to hide it, clearing his throat and adjusting his collar. It seemed he accepted Buggy’s logic because he guided the clown’s hand up to his mouth and wrapped his plush lips around Buggy’s single finger. 

Heat pooled in Buggy’s abdomen at the hot swipe of Galdino’s tongue, at the slight tightening of his lips around his fingertip as he pulled it out of his mouth. 

Buggy watched with bated breath, practically vibrating as Mr.3 savored the frosting, properly tasting it as was requested of him. His eyebrows lifted and he pursed his lips just slightly. Buggy bounced on his heels, knowing that Mr.3’s reaction was good. 

“Well?” He egged, leaning in nearly close enough for their noses to touch. 

Mr.3 let out an annoyed huff and covered Buggy’s eyes as he gently pushed him back into his own personal space. “Not bad.” He remarked, reaching out to dip a finger into Buggy’s frosting bowl, stealing an extra glob for himself. He was about to taste it again when Buggy grabbed his wrist. 

“Not bad!? But you’re going back for seconds!!” He huffed, yanking Mr.3’s arm up so he could lick the frosting from his finger. 

“Hey-” But he took a sharp breath instead of continuing his thought, watching Buggy swallow down his finger to the knuckle. Buggy gave him an impish smile and laved his tongue over the sensitive skin, sucking tight the whole way up until he released his finger with a ‘pop.’ 

Buggy licked his lips. “Damn, that frosting is good! I really outdid myself!” He boasted, holding onto Mr.3’s hand to dip his finger back into the bowl. 

“Now wait a moment, I’m not a utensil!” He tried to pull away but his arm went limp at the sinful swirl of Buggy’s tongue, entranced once more by the sight, the sensation of his partner’s teasing mouth taking in not one, but two fingers. 

His breath hitched, eyes darkening and Buggy felt very pleased with himself for being the cause of Mr.3’s obvious reaction. And he knew he could get a bigger one. Buggy moaned as he sucked on the fingers. It was like he could see Galdino’s heart leap into his throat at the noise. Mr.3 yanked his hand away from Buggy’s mouth, the sound slick and sticky. 

“You’re doing that on purpose!” He accused. Buggy didn’t miss the way he shuffled in his seat, adjusting his pants to accommodate the swell at the front. Mr.3 dipped his hand into the frosting bowl once again and pulled out a thick glob, smearing it over Buggy’s cheek, over his lips, down his chin to his neck. 

Buggy gasped, outraged, ready to grab a fistful of frosting to smash into that bastard’s face but froze as Mr.3 leaned in, licking over the same path he just created with his fingers. Buggy stilled, heart thudding in his chest, goosebumps rose on his skin, the sensation of Galdino’s hot tongue foreign on his cheek, and yet still familiar. He brushed over Buggy’s lips and without a thought he parted them, his own tongue flicking out to meet, tasting sugar and butter and vanilla and Galdino. 

Buggy dropped the bowl of frosting onto the desk and clasped Mr.3’s face between his hands to deepen the kiss. Their tongues slid over each other, slow, savoring, a practiced dance. 

“Gal.” Buggy breathed out, eyes fluttering as Mr.3 licked over his chin, teeth dragging over the skin, catching on his stubble. He licked down to the edge of his collar, sucking at the skin, giving him a necklace of hickies, the skin pink, red, and light blue. 

Buggy hurriedly removed his shirt, tossing off his clothes haphazardly until he was only in his socks. He grabbed a fistful of frosting and smeared it down his chest, over his abdomen, down to his cock. 

Mr.3 huffed, a mixture of amusement and exasperation. He slid off his glasses, folding them neatly and tucked them into a soft case he kept on the desk. He grabbed Buggy’s hands and guided him to sit on the edge. Buggy squirmed, eager to feel more, aching for Galdino’s touch. He picked up where he left off, mouthing at the hollow of Buggy’s throat, lapping over his fuzzy chest, hands squeezing his hips as he sucked one of Buggy’s nipples into his mouth. The heat, the slick of his tongue, had arousal swirling in his abdomen, the sensation spreading wherever Mr.3 dragged his tongue. 

Buggy moaned freely, cupping Mr.3’s head as if he needed the guidance, the encouragement. He didn’t. Really, Buggy did it for his own sake. He had to touch him somehow, had to tether them together. Mr.3’s head bobbed and dipped, sucking kisses along Buggy’s stomach, tongue dipping into his bellybutton. 

Buggy let out a giggling moan, squirming from the tickling of his mouth on his sensitive belly. He gasped and let out another huff of laughter, twitching from the firm press of Galdino’s tongue tracing shapes over his lower abdomen, close to his cock. 

“Hhhnnn- hah- Galdinooo.” Buggy whined, his cock aching, jumping upward at the glancing brush of his lips along his shaft. He could feel him smile at Buggy’s obvious eagerness. He pressed one apologetic kiss to his weeping tip before kneeling down and lifting Buggy’s legs, bending him in half. He trailed sticky pale blue kisses down the back of his thighs, over his round cheeks, then dipped his tongue against his rim. 

Buggy’s hands shot out, clawing at Mr.3’s shoulders. He lapped lazily at his hole, every pass of his tongue searing, making Buggy pant and moan, legs twitching, cock aching, weeping. 

“Oh!” Buggy cried out, that hot tongue spearing him, pushing inside of him, wriggling and slick. His toes curled, muscles jumping under his skin, molten lust surged in his veins. It felt like too much, too intense, but not enough. 

“I-I need-“ Buggy gasped, jaw clenching as a shiver went through him, long tongue sliding in and out, driving him wild. 

Mr.3 pulled away, lips puffy, and pressed a kiss below his knee. “Tell me what you need.” It seemed he already knew the answer because an indolent smirk played across his lips, his fingers teasing Buggy’s rim before the pushed inside. 

Buggy let out a long whine, the feeling of being filled, even just with a finger had him craving more. He felt insatiable, insane with want. 

“Need,” Buggy choked out, swallowing hard, trying not to get distracted by those clever fingers. “Need you!!” He cried, sucking in a sharp breath, “I want you, need you, need you to fill me, please, I need it so bad!” He knew he sounded pathetic, petulant, but it was how he felt. Like if he didn’t get what he wanted somehow the world would end. 

Mr.3 groaned, sinking his finger to the knuckle as he leaned over Buggy, devouring his lips, swallowing down his needy sounds. Mr.3 scissored him open and Buggy kissed him back, fervent, hungry, needing more, needing his lover. 

“Pleeeease.” Buggy whimpered as soon as Galdino pulled his fingers from Buggy. The clown leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, as if attempting to beam his hungry thoughts directly into Mr.3’s head. 

“Impatient.” Mr.3 huffed pecking Buggy on the lips. “Needy.” He pecked Buggy on the nose. The clown squirmed, a flash of indignant anger came and went, eased by Mr.3’s next words. “And made for me.” He pressed a soft kiss to Buggy’s forehead and the clown melted at the touch. 

“My partner. For life.” Buggy whispered, cupping Mr.3’s face in his hands hard enough to make his lips jut out like a fish. 

“M’padna. F’life.” Mr.3 agreed, as much as he could while Buggy had his face smooshed. Buggy gave him a smattering of smacking kisses on his protruding lips, tasting the sweet remnants of sticky sugar. Mr.3 pushed forward out of Buggy’s grip to crash their lips together, overwhelming him, stealing his breath away. He moaned softly, chest swelling with affection for the man who kissed him so passionately, who entertained his chaos, who truly cared for him. He slung his arms around Galdino’s neck, keeping him near, trying to pour out all that love, all that aching affection into his partner.  

Mr.3 grabbed Buggy’s hips, rutting his still clothed cock over his ass, his movements had Buggy trembling in his hold, eager and wanting. Seems all that heat, the love, the need, was getting the better of both of them. 

“Stop teasing! Fuck me!” Buggy huffed, the pout clear through his voice. He bent himself on his own to keep himself spread open, a clear and desperate invitation. Mr.3’s already blushing cheeks turned a brighter shade of red, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. Buggy couldn’t help his grin, he really was so cute when Buggy managed to push his buttons. 

Mr.3 huffed and ignored him, pushing down the front of his pants to guide the head of his leaking cock to Buggy’s rim. It felt so hot, the velvety flesh like steel, ready to give him everything he wanted. 

“Yes, please, please, please-” 

Mr.3 pushed inside, breeching him and Buggy whined, the initial stretch always took him by surprise. The deeper Mr.3 pushed, the louder Buggy became. He couldn’t help it, every solid inch was like a fresh surge of electricity lighting up his blood, sparking pleasure in his belly. 

“Fuuuuck!” Buggy arched his back as Galdino bottomed out, “Yes, love that thick fucking cock, need more, give me more, fill me, breed me.” He babbled, filth falling from his lips without a thought. 

Me.3 dipped two fingers into Buggy’s mouth, holding onto his tongue. 

“Enough.” He rasped, trembling from head to toe, his skin glistening with sweat despite the fact that he hadn’t done more than enter his lover. 

“Hhhhhnnnggg” Buggy was sure his eyes pitch black with lust. The fact that Buggy had such an effect on his partner, that he was so obviously turned on, only heightened his own arousal. 

Mr.3 released his tongue and slowly rolled his hips, letting Buggy adjust, letting himself adjust, but Buggy couldn't wait any longer. When Mr.3 pulled back, just the tip inside, Buggy gripped his hips and pulled him abruptly forward, forcing him in deep. Both of them moaned together, squirming against each other, skin warm and tacky, hot breaths puffing hard enough to tickle the fine hairs along their faces. Mr.3 tried to muster a glare but could only manage a stiff-jawed pleading look. It went noted, but ignored.

Buggy wet his lips, missing the sweetness. He dipped his fingers back into the blue frosting and smeared a glob over his mouth, tasting, feeling, smelling. So sweet and blue. He’d remember this taste forever, just like this, sugar and vanilla and butter and Galdino. Buggy licked his fingertip and offered it to Mr.3, who pushed his hand aside and licked Buggy’s mouth before pushing his tongue past his lips. It was so messy, slick and oily and gritty with sugar. But the hot swipes of his tongue, the way he rolled his hips, kept him spread open on his cock, made him ache in the most delicious way. It didn’t take long for Mr.3 to find a rhythm, letting Buggy lead the tangle of their tongues as his hips smacked a staccato pattern against Buggy’s round ass. 

Buggy tried to urge Galdino’s hips, pushing and pulling to get him to quicken his tempo. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. Each drag of his cock barely brushed over his prostate, enough to have his abdomen tightening with fizzling surges of pleasure, but he wanted it more, wanted to cum fast and hard. But Galdino liked to take his time, to enjoy, to savor him. Not today. Buggy yanked on his hips, harder, knowing he’d get annoyed, but the teasing thrusts were driving him crazy. 

“If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m going to lock them up.” Mr.3 warned, breath puffing against his cheek before nipping the soft flesh there. 

Buggy grunted, and continued doing what he wanted, pulling him faster, possessive and rebellious. Buggy’s control over Mr.3’s hips didn’t last much longer. Buggy’s hands were above his head, covered in wax before he could even think to break apart. Mr.3 locked him in place all the way to his elbows, hands and forearms coated and bound together like a demented pair of gloves. 

Buggy growled, more for show than actual frustration. He could feel his body lighting up from the new exposed position, the slightest touch or breeze making him shiver and gasp. Mr.3 leaned back, as if admiring his handiwork. His hand went up to his face to adjust glasses that weren’t there, a sign he felt he had the upper hand and was feeling quite smug about it. Bastard. 

Mr.3 grabbed him under his knees and forced him to fold, slowly dragging his cock in and out, watching Buggy with a look so dark and hungry it had his stomach flipping. 

Smug sexy bastard! 

Buggy could only take what was given to him and he moaned aloud at the thought, biting his sticky lips as he watched Mr.3’s thick cock disappear inside of him, over and over again, the sight mesmerizing. 

“You asked for this, you know.” Mr.3 huffed out, mistaking Buggy’s lustful haze for pouting. 

“Yes. Want you to give me everything.” He rasped, purposefully squeezing his inner muscles tight around Galdino’s cock. If Buggy was going to be driven wild, then it was only fair he torment his lover too. Mr.3 groaned, grip tightening, eyelids fluttering, and he thrust sharply, like he couldn’t help himself. 

“Again!” Buggy begged. 

And he did, thrusting quickly until that became the new pace, leaving Buggy writhing and moaning, body splitting apart, barely able to keep himself together. This. It was exactly what he wanted, what he needed.  

“Fuck! Galdino! Yes!” Buggy cried out, back arching, the pleasure so intense he was drooling. Or perhaps it was from all the sugar. 

Mr.3 sucked in a breath, the press of his fingertips on Buggy’s soft hips felt bruising. “You’re so-” He clenched his jaw, as if unable to say the words. But Buggy could hear it, even if he didn’t say them. Beautiful. The same words he heard while Mr.3 brushed his hair, pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek after he finished his makeup, helped him zip up the back of his outfit for the day. All those moments, just for them, when he felt comfortable enough to murmur his affections aloud. Right now, Mr.3 let his body tell Buggy how he felt, his steady hold, the surety of his thrusts, the way he supported his weight, ensured his pleasure. It was care. Passion. Love. 

Buggy felt like he was burning up, from head to toe, his heart swelling so much it felt stuck in his throat, choking on it. He wished he had his hands, his arms. He wanted to wrap them around his partner and never let go, to hold him tight as they both came undone together. 

“Kiss me.” Buggy whispered, his eyes wet and pleading. And he gave him what he wanted. Mr.3 released his legs in favor of wrapping his arms around Buggy’s torso, keeping them nearly flush as he kissed him deeply. Between the slick slide of his tongue, the brush of his thick cock over his prostate, and the press of his cock between their bodies, he was rocketed toward his orgasm. 

“Love you, I love you. So much. Galdino. Love-” Buggy gasped, the tight coil in his abdomen snapping. His cock twitched, making a mess between them, each heavy pulse from his cock left him moaning his lover’s name like a prayer. Mr.3 held him tighter, panting into his neck as he followed Buggy’s orgasm, desperately finding his lips as he filled him, pumped him so full he could feel it oozing as he pulled out. 

Mr.3 peppered him with soft kisses as he removed the wax from his hands and arms, murmuring a quiet ‘I love you’ with his face tucked against his neck. With his hands free, he hugged his partner back, holding him as they both came down, until lying on the desk became too uncomfortable and Buggy was beginning to leak. 

“You’re a mess. Let me take care of you.” Mr. 3 sighed, tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting his shirt.