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Maybe the art most expected by you guys, if the two anon asks were any indication of it.
Here it is, Duck Duck Penguin first concert ever.
May in the guitar and vocal, June in the drums, and Skittles in the bass.
They made their debut in a small live house in Duckburg downtown. They play mostly covers, but they have some original songs (don't ask me to write a song for the band).
content: smut, overstimulation, dacryphilia, double penetration, domtop!strickland + khamzat, subbot!dricus, degradation + praise, spanking, nipple play, sean literally being just a freak :)
sorry if it's not the best compared to the other stuff I've written, i was kinda rushing :(
“Fuck—” Dricus squirmed, the white sheets wrinkling underneath him as the vibrator tied to his cock whirred violently against him. “Damn it, when are those two getting back?!” he whined, his movements similar to that of a fish out of water: practically thrashing.
Khamzat and Sean had left him alone for an hour, wrists bound, legs bound in a way that left them open and vibrator tied to his weeping cock.
The door to the bedroom opened, Dricus' eyes opened and a wave of relief washed over him when he saw Sean Strickland—in all his patriotic glory— at the door way with Khamzat stood beside him. “Finally, took you two long enough!” he whined, scrambling to try and sit up but failing.
Khamzat showed a wolfish smirk as he slowly approached Dricus, pulling him forward until his feet were near the edge of the bed. “Look at him, Sean, so needy.”
“I know right?” said Strickland as he tucked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. “Damn, DDP, you sure can hold on, huh?”
Khamzat ran a hand on the inside of Dricus' thigh, letting out a snicker when the man visibly flinched and tensed. “As he should, if he want to be good,” he murmured, “if he even came once, we wouldn't do what we want to do, right, Sean?”
“That's right,” the American sighed, kneeling onto the bed and sitting beside Dricus, watching and listening as he let out soft moans and whimpers he tried to hold back, “guess that endurance training really did help, huh? You're leaking like crazy, but you haven't came.”
Dricus shivered when Sean mentioned the endurance training, where the two of them forced Dricus to hold out for 3 hours and rewarded him with permission.
“C'mon guys, can we just get it over with?” he whined, pouting and looking up at the two of them with puppy eyes.
“Well, how can we say no to that?” Sean cooed, the tone almost mocking as he leaned forward to hover over Dricus. He cupped his cheek, rubbed the skin and feeling the stubble under his thumb before he firmly slapped him, earning a sudden whine from Dricus. “Damn slut, can't even go for an hour without begging.”
“Sean,” scolded Chimaev, as he shot a glare at Strickland. He gave Dricus a pitying smile, reaching out to gently stroke his cheek. “Let's start, then.”
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After removing the rope around Dricus's wrists and thighs, Sean laid down on the bed and unbuckled his belt and pushed down his jeans just enough for his cock to be revealed.
Dricus let out a soft hum of approval, before he moved to straddle Sean to quickly take his cock. He let out a quiet huff once he felt Sean slide inside him. His body leaned forward to hover over Sean's, his head craning back to glance at the Chechen. “Hey, Khamzat, I'm ready,” he purred, grinding down against Sean to tease.
“Damn, Dricus, stay still!” growled Sean, firmly holding Dricus by his hips to keep him still. The man let out a whine, trying to rock back against Sean once more. He scoffed in reaction at Dricus' behaviour, his hand letting go to firmly spank him twice before returning to his hip. “Hey, c'mon terrorist, we don't have all day,” Sean snarled, glancing up at Khamzat who was stood behind Dricus.
Khamzat rolled his eyes as he popped lube open, squeezing a dollop of it onto his hand to lubricate his cock with the slick liquid. “You two argue like child. Impatient,” he sighed. He placed a hand on top of Sean's, lining himself up with the upper edge of Dricus's hole, “Deep breath, Dricus.”
He slowly eased the head of his cock past the tight ring, earning a soft cry from Dricus. He watched as Sean let go of his hips to cup the African's cheeks, mumbling something in a low voice that Khamzat couldn't hear—he assumed it was comfort—before glancing back at him and giving him a slight nod.
Khamzat let out a soft huff, pushing in ever so slowly so that Dricus can adjust properly. The more he was inside of Dricus, the more he seemed to get more squirmy and uncomfortable. He ran a hand over Dricus's back, trying to comfort him, “halfway in now, младенец (baby), just don't move.”
“It hurts, shit-” Dricus cried quietly, his body quivering despite how much he tried to will it not to.
“It'll go away soon,” cooed Chimaev, grabbing the bottle of lube again to squeeze some on the rest of his length. “Doing so good, Du Plessis.”
Dricus let out a low mewl when he felt Khamzat eventually bottom out inside him. He felt so full, having two cocks inside him. He felt like he couldn't move whatsoever. “Move, damn it-”
Strickland and Chimaev locked eyes for a moment before the American let out a growl mixed with a mumble and, the Chechen let out a hum of acknowledgement. Khamzat pulled his hips back before firmly snapping them forward, in sync with Sean's harsh thrust up into Dricus which pulled a loud sob from the receiving.
They continued with this pace—slow and firm thrusts— while sprinkling praise and degradation.
“Damn slut, taking both of his daddies' cock so well, huh?” Sean murmured, loving how he got to see how Dricus's brain became foggy with lust. He slapped him, not as hard compared to earlier, just to get him to be somewhat coherent. “Jesus, we're really taking a toll on you, hm?”
Khamzat ran a soothing hand over Dricus's back and leaned down to plant kisses on the back of his neck, “so good, taking us so good,” he whispered, which made Dricus's body shiver with need.
Khamzat and Sean eventually sped up their thrusts. Strickland, from Khamzat's observation, was getting a lot more into it compared to him. He kept himself busy by tugging his hair on the back of Dricus's head, calling him their designated cockwarmer as the other male sobbed and cried from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Fuck, you look so damn pretty when you cry, you know that?” Sean whispered as he leaned forward, his tongue shooting out to lap up the tears running down Dricus's cheek. “You're gonna take our cock and keep our cum in you for as long as I want you to, you hear that?”
Khamzat let out a soft grunt, his cock throbbing in response to Sean's filthy words. It was his guilty pleasure to hear Sean talk like that, but he'd never admit it.
“You like that, Chechen?” Strickland asked, his voice a little louder so Khamzat can hear clearly. The two of them were staring at him now. Sean's smug face and Dricus's tear-stroked face which pouted in his direction.
“Shut up, Strickland,” he growled as he leaned forward, a hand on the bed and the other running over Dricus's back once more before it ran over his sides and over his chest. He found the man's nipple, playing with it between his fingers which dragged a louder sob from him. “Good boy, Dricus,” he whispered, kissing the back of his neck once more.
“I'm so fucking close—" Dricus whimpered out, his voice almost shot from how loudly he'd been moaning and sobbing, “Please, please don't stop, please let me cum, please-” he cried, his head craning back to look up at Khamzat with those desperate eyes that he couldn't resist.
“C'mon, you're going to melt just from that, terrorist?” Sean snarkily commented, clearly wanting to rile Khamzat up so this would go on for longer.
“Don't,” he said, glaring at Strickland, “you're close too. You throb under me.” His comment earned a glare and an eye roll from the American, who didn't exactly deny it.
The three of them continued, their thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated until Khamzat and Sean simultaneously let out a feral groan, pumping their cum deep into Dricus, who quivered and clenched around the two of them to drag out and milk the sensation as long as he could.
After, Sean and Khamzat cleaned themselves up first, peeling off their clothes off of their sweaty bodies before focusing back on Dricus, who lied on the bed and panted quietly. The two of them noticed how their spend leaked out of the man and Khamzat had to hold back a sound from escaping the back of his throat.
Sean's earlier smirk returned as he walked to the cabinet and rummaged through it before pulling out a butt plug, coming back to Dricus and popping the plug into him, “I keep my word, Dutch man.”
Dricus was too tired to protest properly, so he only whined quietly and muttered 'I hate you guys,' which earned a soft chuckle from both men.
They got into bed and Khamzat draped the blanket over them as they snuggled Dricus from both sides. “We should do that again.”
