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as much as teddy wants to be inside him, cock throbbing its protest at not being buried in that tight hole, he likes how desperate rhys has gotten far too much to change anything. the other's cock weeping so much has eliminated the need for any extra lube, providing the slickness teddy needs to keep his own cock thrusting up between his legs. " you sound so pretty when you beg for me, " he murmurs in rhys' ear, sliding a hand through the mess of his stomach, bringing those wet fingers up to press at lips. " suck. " it's not a request, but an instruction. his other hand moves, changing the position to press over rhys' instead, fingers lacing. as he thrusts up harder, more insistent. " yeah? c'mon, play with those pretty nipples for me. " his lips kiss at curly temple, so like his own, head tilting further so he can seek out the other's lips. " i want to cum with you. i know you can be a good boy and get me there, right? "

they couldn't sound prettier. beau's need to ruin noah has never been stronger. " such a good fucking boy, " he purrs in the other's ear, exhaling the ghost of a laugh against it. noah can pretend all he likes. beau knows exactly how much his boy enjoys the risk of being caught. even if he didn't, the way noah's hole is clenching tightly around his cock is proof enough. " yes, you do. you'd love it if somebody saw you being used as my pretty little toy. " beau's lips press just above the kissing snakes tattooed on noah's back, leaving a kiss of his own on bare skin. his hands can't find a place to rest. roaming from hips, to thighs; skimming up abdomen to tease nipples, deliberately skipping over the cock throbbing for touch & dripping for him. no, beau won't give noah that until he begs for it. it's so much more fun to deny him. " yes, " he repeats in that purr, insistent. " god, you sound like such a fucking slut right now. do you hear yourself? " beau asks, groaning as noah's hips push back towards his. forcing his cock to sink deeper inside that greedy hole. he meets it with enthusiasm of his own, making sure each thrust fills his pretty toy with every thick inch, dragging back out almost entirely so that only the tip remains before slamming back in. noah's begging is sweet music to his ears. " yeah, baby? you need more of this cock? tell me who you belong to & i'll give you what you need. " the power of beau's thrusts increases per his boy's request, every brutal joining of their hips forcing noah's cock against the window to make the prettiest mess beau's ever seen all over the glass.

whose cock is this? kai is hardly coherent enough to answer. face down, ass up, hands folded behind his back. silk blindfold over his eyes, already soaked through from his tears. mouth open, voice shaking as he cries out. it isn't griffin. that much he can tell immediately. his body knows his dom far too well to mistake it. it doesn't matter how good it is— and the guys are all good at fucking him. the disappointment that it isn't griffin hits kai hard each time. even when they're edging him the way it always goes, none allowed to make him cum. this cock, its owner's name is right on the tip of his tongue, lingering just out of reach. he's gotten decent at identifying them all. there's a tell with each. a way that they touch him, a rhythm of their hips. none fuck him exactly like griffin does. couldn't replicate him perfectly if they tried. another factor gives away the fact that it isn't his dom. kai's getting loud, thighs trembling as fucked out little whimpers leave his parted lips. and there aren't fingers shoved in his mouth. he's free to cry as pitifully as he likes. while griffin likes fucking loves hearing him so pathetic, his boyfriend also knows that he needs something to focus on when he's overwhelmed like this. especially when he knows he's not going to be allowed to cum. griffin will only let him when they've all had their fun toying with him. when it's his turn, truly, and he's not sharing him anymore. hands squeeze his hips, fingers splayed over the zigzagging stretch marks that decorate his bare skin. one hand strokes down his spine, brushing dark hair away from his face. there's a particular gentleness to the action, even as his spot is hit relentlessly with each thrust. kai sucks in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. " qu-quinnie, " he says at last, voice whiney but definite in its answer. quinnie is his best friend. the same age. american. dirty blond. gorgeous, with those striking green eyes. he'd had a little bit of a crush on him, before he'd entered griffin's orbit and lost all interest in anyone else. still, quinn is good at using him. sweet with him, in a way. doesn't hesitate to treat him like the whore they all know him to be— but sweet still. a laugh confirms his answer. that hand strokes through his hair, loving in its caress. ‘ he's too good at this, ’ comes his best friend's voice. they'll stop if he gets it wrong. that guts him, upsetting him deeply. he's lucky this time. quinnie's thrusts pick up in harshness, brutally slamming against his spot. kai can't fucking breathe, shaking hard, sobbing nearly hysterically. he can hardly make any other noise to plead, to warn that he's about to cum. ‘ that's enough. ’ griffin's voice cuts through the air like steel. quinn immediately goes still, the throb of his cock his body's only movement. pulls out of him, leaving his hole clenching & gaping slightly. kai sucks in a breath at last, shuddering with its release. takes a moment to pull himself back together the best he can, waiting until he isn't crying as hard anymore. " thank you, quinnie, " he speaks, polite in the words he's been instructed to deliver.

parker makes a little sound of surprise to be suddenly topless. the cool air causes her nipples to peak at once. she bites her lip, brown eyes quickly flicking towards her sister's form. she releases a pathetic little noise at the sensation of mouth on her skin. tongue. " kor, " she protests weakly. her nipples are sensitive, causing her matching pink lips to part in a reaction that lacks any sound to accompany it. she folds her legs alongside her body as she tries to curl further into her twin's form, one hand on her arm while the other loosely laces into the silky black locks that mirror her own. still, her eyes stay trained on the screen. it's become abundantly clear to her that that's what kora wants— her attention drawn away. it doesn't help that the show is building to its climax. darker scenes, with the occasional jump scare. parker doesn't think she's too fearful, but it's difficult to keep her wits about when she's distracted like this. swallows— chokes on the noise from her throat as her hips buck. the lace caressing her cock, the slightest bit rough in its slide. parker sucks in a breath in order to keep her composure, ignoring the way her cock is begging for more. kora's hand pulling away hits her like a slap to the face. " why'd you stop ?? " she whines, surprising herself with how pathetic she sounds as brown doe eyes turn towards her twin at last. it doesn't last long, however. then that palm is hot on her bare skin as it traces her body, known like the back of it in its mirror of her sister's own in nearly every way. both nipples are teased, causing parker's back to straighten in effort to push toward the touch. brows push together as her lips part again at the sensation of kora's fingers so feather-light over her cock. it's almost enough, yet she knows her twin won't give her that so easily. that dumb head of dark hair tilts slightly at the question, frown crossing those lips. eyes flick back towards the screen. " i think … " she hesitates, trying to bring her mind back to where it had been before. " i think it was the boss? he's in love with her and she rejected him. "

the team's annual cookout is in full swing — the air smells like bbq. there are a handful dogs chasing each other in circles. there are multiple coolers stuffed full of ice & beer. the big yard offers the space that helps cut down on kai's anxiety at being in close quarters with so many people. his collar is a comforting presence around his neck, tag jingling softly when he moves. griffin has the matching leash, of course, but for now he's allowed to roam & mingle. he's not really drinking, despite the cold can in his hand. doesn't really care for the taste, but it had been offered to him and he's too polite to refuse. perhaps it's not polite, however, how a handful of his teammates have been softly murmuring to him. well within the bounds of what griffin has told them is okay, nothing they're expecting a result from, even if they'll get lucky today. a comment about how pretty he looks in his collar— another specifically about how useful his leash must be when guiding his head up & down a cock. a mention of how he should be in the grass like the other dogs. little things that leave kai blushing & adjusting himself in his jeans. clenching down on the plug that fills him. eventually he finds himself clinging to griffin as his dom chats with the others, both bodies tucked into one chair. whining into his boyfriend's neck, reduced to a pathetic puppy by a little teasing. " please? " kai repeats for the umpteenth time, canting his hips forward to press his needy cock closer. curls his fingers tighter into the material of griffin's shirt, clenching down again. " the guys are being mean. s’not fair. "

the noise rowan releases is nothing short of a snarl. nothing— no one frustrates them more than hayes. it seems to be his personal mission in life to get rowan as worked up & desperate as possible at every opportunity. " am not. don't fucking call me that, " they hiss, venom in their voice. they're tempted to push up on their hands, to break the position in their defiance. there's a line, however, and they know that it serves their best interest to stay on the good side of it. the audio from the phone buzzes around in their head. they can't tell exactly what it is, but it's pissing them off. why should hayes pay it any attention, when rowan is bent over with creamy slick running down their thighs? they let out an annoyed huff. " i'm sick of waiting. you're not even doing anything. " rowan is beyond grateful hayes can't see their face to catch the way those green eyes go wide at his touch. the brush of his hand alone has their mind yelling at them to melt for him. their features twitch & they swallow the noise that builds in their throat. hayes has done nothing to make them want to give him their moans. the fact that he's touched them, fingertips passing over spots that light up with pleasure, is something they should treat as infinitely more casual than an act that would cause them to sigh & relax into submission. they're entirely too sensitive for their own good. rowan's hands move to clutch at the sheets instead in an attempt to ground themselves. their jaw is tight, teeth clenched. breath huffed out. whatever the fuck he wants? they're not about to let that slide. " yeah? since when is it about what you want? when has it ever been? " darkness glints in their eyes. his authority is something they treat as a boundary to push. the dynamic is defined by rowan seeing how much he can get away with at any given time. " i'm pretty sure we both know who's in control here. " fuck it. they'd rather beg for forgiveness than take a hit at their ego. one hand presses flat against the mattress, attempting to rise. they get as far as beginning to slide their knee to mirror it before hayes' fingertips press against their asshole. so caught off guard that they let the sharp intake of breath grace his ears. lips press together into a tight line. they're not going to submit. they're not. still, they allow themselves to relax slightly, so that the digit working into them isn't met with resistance. " oh, fuck you. you knew i wasn't going to do it. was just saying what i thought you wanted to hear."

kai can't help it — he's crying again. feels so bad about cumming without permission that it overwhelms him. griffin's words cause sobs to catch in his throat, body shaking with the pleasure he can no longer handle at the degradation. hand lingers near his mouth as he cries out his further apology. " n-no, you didn't, " he answers weakly, eyes lowered in shame. " i was a bad puppy & i did anyway. " hates to be a bad puppy. more than anything. he internalizes it more than he'll ever admit. even the moments when griffin doesn't get upset with him, kai still spirals. " m'sorry, " he repeats in a small voice. he can't lift his eyes, fearing the sight of disappointment or anger in his dom's gaze. even when griffin's fingers are forcing their way into his mouth, all he can do is whimper and desperately suck on them. his own cum upon his tongue feels like a punishment. a sob catches in his throat again as he swallows. the release of the cock ring gives kai a little hope. maybe he can relax a little now. feels like he's been tortured for an eternity. wants desperately to press himself into griffin's chest to be kissed & petted. praised, even. he knows he doesn't deserve it, though. it's not relief he's offered, however. his dark eyes go wide as a gasp escapes around the fingers filling his mouth. those eyes roll back, back arching. his cock is way too sensitive to be touched so soon. " n-no. no, no, no, " kai breathes out immediately in response, thighs twitching at the way his boyfriend's hand stroking his cock is overloading his brain. he's not protesting exactly. he knows to use his safe word or signal if he actually needs griffin to stop. it's more a pathetic whine to say it's too much. grits his teeth at the drag of that hand, fighting the instinctive urge to push the touch away. the words spoken to him don't help at all. his tortured noise is all he can answer with for a moment. head of dark hair falling back, his hand lifts to the necklace resting between his collarbones in order to self soothe. kai rubs the pad of his thumb over the engraved paw print, as he tries to put together a coherent string of words through the white-hot pleasure coursing through him. " yes? maybe? " he manages, turning up at the end into a confused question. " n-no, want to make you cum first. i don't– don't know. " it's cruel, to make him use his brain. feels like there's nothing in it.

teddy doesn't miss the reaction to kitten. he's too careful not to. the way rhys' eyes go wide & his breath catches, teddy drinks it in eagerly. while he was already pretty sure his roommate would like it, this is the perfect confirmation he needs. allows himself to lay back and just enjoy the feeling of rhys touching him. soft moans falling from his lips at the combined stimulation. his neck is sensitive and he's pretty sure rhys knows that. the sensation of lips & teeth has teddy's hips bucking, fucking up into the hand around his cock before he releases a sound verging on torture when he loses the grip. he's letting himself slip way too much. needs to reign it in before rhys notices. he wants to stay in control, needs to so that he doesn't lose it & start begging pathetically. he turns his head to the side, taking in a deep breath. lips curl upward at the corners, just a little, when he hears the question. " mmm, i don't know. maybe i'd rather have you inside me. " the thought sends arousal licking up his spine. either idea, really. lips part in a soft gasp at the light lines of stinging pain trailing down his skin, hand lifting to sink into chocolatey curls, unable to stop from pressing rhys' face closer. needs him closer, always. breath catching at the feeling of his tongue, still overly sensitive. teddy's thighs spread without a thought given to the action, automatically accommodating him. if rhys wants to be between them, regardless of what he wants to do, he's never going to complain. half-lidded gaze moves downward, finding the intense eyes looking back up at him. teddy feels the way he always does when he knows rhys is looking at him like that — somehow both turned on and shy. " that's it, kitten. take it in your mouth for me? "