#clark ibraham

Makoto stood up and turned around. Before he could open the capsule, Laurent wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close.

“I think it’s time we get going Edamame” he smirked at Clark “it’s late and you need to rest. In. Our. Bed.”

Clark’s eye twitched as he snaked a hand around Makoto’s waist and yanked him to his side. “Oh Makoto, but I need your help, my plane is acting weird, and you’re the only mechanic I trust to handle it. After I’ll treat you some food and drinks. In. My. Room. Alone.”

Laurent was starting to get visibly annoyed.

Makoto’s face started to turn red, he was between two very attractive men, but still wasn’t picking up that he was being hit on.

“Makoto” Laurent’s voice dripped of sweet honey. “Please.” He grabbed Makoto’s chin and tilted it up. “Choose me.”

Makoto felt like he was going to exploded. He felt as if his whole body turned red. He couldn’t tell, was Laurent messing with him? Before Makoto could register an answer, a hand grabbed his cheek, and made him face Clark. Clark smiled and lean their lips dangerously close. “Makoto.” He voice was angelic “please.” Clark traced his finger across Makoto’s bottom lip “choose me.”

He was going to burst, what was going on? By this point he was practically smooshed between two men who were fighting over for a hold on him. Both talking and saying things that turned Makoto into a tomato.

Makoto squirmed and pulled himself out of both their holds, catching his breathe as he hit the ground.

“What the hell?! Can you two chill!?” He stood up dusting himself off. “I have time for both of you ok? You don’t need to fight.”

Laurent and Clark looked at him in surprise “both?”

“Yeah, I’ll just go to the hanger with Clark and check out his plane, and Laurent I know you want me back in the room so I can cook, all you had to do was ask.”

Both the himbos felt like an arrow stabbed their heads telling them to stop being stupid and horny.

“That can wait until later, now if you excuse me. I promised Abby we go sitesee together.” Makoto turned to walk away, but decided to get some revenge before he did.

He turned back to the two men with a sly smirk. He nuzzled both their necks and then ran off towards Abby, not waiting them to see how red he was. He was proud of himself for doing something so bold.

“God you virgin” Abby flicked his head

“Shut up! Come on let’s go!”

Cythina waved goodbye to them, and walked up to the prince and con man who were currently fighting again.

“He did it to me first. So that means he chose me.” Laurent smirked.

“Like hell! Mine lasted longer. It’s obvious he chose me, I mean! Who doesn’t want a prince?” Clark proclaimed.

Cythina shook her head and whacked them both on the head. “Enough, he’ll chose when he’s ready, or when he figures out that you two are pinning for him”

Laurent and Clark glared at each other still.

“Again, I’m a prince, so, I think I already won”

“You are a prince, but I am experienced, him and I have a bond that your small head can never comprehend” Laurent smirked

“Oh, I didn’t know could have a bond with someone else. Considering it seems the only well being you care for is yourself.” Clark smirked.

It took everything is Laurent’s will power to not smack the prince in front of him.

Cythina whacked both their heads again sighing “alright ladies that’s enough. If you want an answer so bad just ask him straight. Makoto is too dense to see that you’re flirting.”

Both mean grumbled and looked at each other.

“May the best man win” Laurent extended a hand to him.

“Or prince.” Clark shook his hand.

Oh yes, Laurent is for sure the more needy one out of the three.

There are some times Laurent likes to team up with Clark to spoil Makoto, but he 100% loses it and becomes their submissive babe when they team up on him.

Laurent loves to be between them as they whisper sweet things to him and play with his hair. He whimpers when they start to kiss in front of him, teasing him a bit to wait patiently for one of them to kiss him.

He likes it when Clark holds/hugs him from behind and starts giving him kisses on his neck, ear, and cheek.

When Makoto wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him down to peck him repeatedly, making it his goal to make Laurent flustered.

Sex..

Starts off slow and sweet. They have Laurent between them. Laurent is sitting between Clark’s legs, with Makoto straddling his hips in the front. Clark and Makoto are kissing at his neck showering him in praise. Laurent tries to touch one of them, but Clark holds his arms behind his back “no.” No touching until he’s told.

They undress Laurent, making his suffer a bit of embarrassment being the only one undressed. Clark pulls him onto his lap so Laurent can feel his bulge, while Makoto starts working on stroking Laurent.

“You feel it princess?” Clark asks him as Laurent shudders a moan.

Clark leaves love bites along Laurent’s neck and shoulder, Makoto silencing Laurent’s moans with a deep kiss, giving him a painfully slow handjob~

Laurent tries to jerk his hips forward to get more friction, but loses it instead as Makoto pulls his hand away smirking. “No.”

Clark then moves Laurent off his lap, as him and makoto put on a little show for him, as they strip. They both start kissing each other, making Laurent watch. Laurent watches as the two pull each other closer. Makoto wraps his legs around Clark’s waist, as Clark starts to prepare him.

Laurent whines for their attention back on him.

“Patience princess” Clark tells him.

Cut to Clark pounding into Makoto, whos a shaking moaning mess, I mean, Clark has much experience, he knows how to pleasure his partners. Laurent watches, desperately air humping, touch starved for one of them to touch him. Clark decides to finally give him attention. Still pounding into Makoto as he motion Laurent to come closer.

Laurent scrambles over quickly. Clark kisses him, as Makoto rewards him for being patient, by taking Laurent’s dick in his mouth. Laurent moans into the kiss, feeling the vibration of Makoto’s moans against his dick. He slowly starts thrusting into Makoto’s mouth, still kissing Clark.

“Oh god..” Laurent mumbles about to come, but Makoto pops his dick out of his mouth, as Clark finishes up with Makoto.

Laurent whines again at the lost of contact. Being denied a second time.

Finally, finally. They give all their attention back to Laurent. Clark starts to prepare him, taking his time to stretch out Laurent. Laurent is a begging mess, begging Clark to rail him into next week. Clark smirks and promises to make sure he won’t be able to walk by tomorrow.

Laurent almost cums right there when Clark enters him. His legs start shaking a bit. Clark wastes no time and starts pounding into him. Laurent is just a moaning mess. He can’t even think straight. Makoto increase the pleasure by lowering himself onto Laurent. So he has Clark pounding up into him, and Makoto riding him.

What even is thoughts? all Laurent can think about is the pleasure he’s feeling, the amount of pleasure these two give him. Oh god he loves them so much. He can’t even speak words. All he can do it sloppy kiss back and forth between them and moan.

Finally they allow him to cum. Makoto pulls Laurent out of him, as Laurent cums over their chest. Clark pulls out and paints Laurent’s backside.

They both kiss him and praise him for being so good for them. Laurent just nods and whimpers happily.

Aftercare, they both help Laurent clean up, whos too much of a mess to leave the bed.

Sometimes they have to carry him to the bath.