#a88fic

“Max?” Charles whines from the bed. He’s blindfolded and bites the edge of his lip as he hears the door open and close. He's poised on his hands and knees, naked and waiting. It would be easy enough to reach up and remove the cloth covering his eyes, but the not knowing is sparking arousal between his hips. “If you left I—”

“I’m here birthday boy,” Max answers, amusement practically dripping from his tone. “We have company.” 

Charles' body flushes, heat finding his cheeks at the idea of someone else seeing him like this.  Exposed and vulnerable, soaking wet and hungry to be fucked. 

He feels the bed dip in front of him, fingers curling into his hair. There’s a gentle tug as he’s urged forward until his lips are bumped with the tip of a hard cock. 

“Hi Charles,” a warm voice rumbles over his name. 

“Oscar,” Charles answers, smiling. As soon as his mouth opens Oscar presses down on the back of his head and groans at the willing and eager suction Charles offers. 

Another weight settles on the bed between his legs, and he assumes it’s Max until a finger teases along his pussy and a low whistle meets his ears. 

He doesn’t have time to question it, Oscar’s hand firm and unyielding, forcing him to keep his focus on sucking and pumping as an unknown body takes up position behind him. He’s expecting to be fingered, but not the feeling of lube being poured between his cheeks and an insistent pressure as a thumb opens him up. 

Company is more than just Oscar, and Charles whimpers at the idea that he’s going to get all his holes used. 

Every sensation is amplified by not being able to see, not being able to anticipate the next move. He chokes and Oscar lets him catch his breath, petting his sweaty hair from his forehead. 

“I’m always amazed at how good you are at taking it, kitten,” says the voice from behind and Charles knows who it is immediately. 

“Seb,” Charles grins again, wiping spit from his chin as he’s stretched further. Seb adding a finger, twisting and spreading them, driving Charles crazy. 

Even with all the stimulation and distraction, there’s part of him that can’t relax until he knows where Max is.

“Fuck,” Charles pants. “Max?” 

“Here baby,” Max answers, a hand resting on Charles’ side as the bed dips again. “Let me get underneath you.” 

There’s an arrangement of limbs, Charles’ body manhandled until he’s straddling Max. A comfortable and familiar position. He can still feel Seb behind him and Oscar’s hand stroking his cheek.

“Please,” he begs, but it’s cut off by his mouth being forced back around Oscar’s dick. 

Charles catches a quick breath through his nose before he can’t, but it’s nearly knocked out of him as Max grips his side and thrusts into his pussy. He’s soaked from Max’s previous attention and more than ready, but everything combined makes bursts of light explode behind his eyelids. 

Max hilts himself at the perfect angle, and Charles moans around his mouthful of Oscar as Seb’s cock nudges against his ass. 

For a moment he’s not sure he’s going to be able to take everything at once, a buzz of nerves making him squirm, eyes blinking open, forgetting the blindfold. 

“You can do it,” Max encourages, reading Charles’ mind or his body language.

“Nice and easy,” Seb adds, voice strained as he presses down on Charles’ lower back and pushes inside of him. 

Charles makes a strangled noise, and is allowed to pull back and inhale. He’s got tears on his cheeks, soaking into the black cloth obscuring his vision. 

They don’t wait before they find a rhythm to take him apart fully. Max is steady and quick beneath him, Seb rocking to a counterpoint, and Oscar insistent at his mouth. He’s never been so overwhelmed, in the best way, and he grips Max’s shoulder and Oscar’s hip as they all pound into him. 

Then Max reaches between his legs and rubs his clit with quick and precise movements. He crashes into his climax so hard his back arches and every muscle in his body tenses and trembles. 

They don’t stop.

Neither does his body. So full, so stimulated and turned on, one wave crashes into the next and he’s not even sucking as Oscar continues to fuck into his mouth. 

He loses track of them, of himself, of anything outside the feeling of electricity arcing through him. The room echoes with the sounds of sex and his ragged, desperate noises. 

Oscar comes next, pulling Charles back by his hair and painting his mouth and cheek with his climax. He rests his face against Oscar’s stomach and tries to relax, but Max has other ideas. 

Max and Seb both speed up, but it’s Seb that slaps Charles’ ass and says he’s close. It’s a blessing because Charles isn’t sure how much more he can take. He reaches down between his thighs and tries to hold Max’s hand so he can’t keep circling his clit, but his wrist is caught and held and he can’t believe the betrayal of his body as he comes again. 

He screams, throat raw, the force of his climax would be enough to push Max out if he didn’t have hands pinning him in place. Charles sobs and Seb finishes, the heat of it spreading inside him. 

Max is only a few thrusts behind him, grunting Charles’ name and wrapping his arms around him.