#firedickshock

 Look at this nonny right here! Pushin’ all my fic buttons just right.

Have a fic-y answer to your question.

Brock grunted just as Darcy nestled the small tapered plug into place in his ass. His hips jerked and Johnny moaned beneath him and someone knocked at the front door.

“Noooo,” whined Johnny.

“They better fuck right off,” Brock growled.

“No, it’s okay. You two just do the bump and grind you’ve got going,” Darcy said, slapping Brock right on his perky little ass and watching him jump against Johnny again. “I’ve got this,” she said.

She grabbed one of Johnny’s shirts from where he tended to pile them at the end of the bed and hurried to the front door.

“Hey buddy,” Darcy said upon opening the door and finding Thor.

“We’re getting curry!” Thor shouted jovially.

“Yay curry!!” Darcy cheered, pumping one arm into the air. “Okay, you ready for this order, Jarvis?”

“Ready…Freddy,” Jarvis intoned reluctantly. (Messing with Brock wasn’t the only thing Darcy had gotten done in the mainframe.)

“We will have an order of Tiki Chaat, some veg pakoras, beef saagwala, shrimp mango curry, chicken bhuna, channa masala, two orders of lamb vindaloo, four orders of garlic naan, two paneer kulcha, all the chutneys, two mango lassi, two sweet lassi, and then whatever Thor wants.”

“Dining well tonight!” Thor beamed at her.

“I have gentleman callers,” Darcy said, winking up at him.

Thor grinned and chuckled. “Then I will leave you to your wooing,” he said and began to recite his own order off as he made his way down the hall back to Jane.

Darcy made it back to the bedroom into to watch Johnny scream into the pillows as Brock pumped his hand over the other man’s cock, making him spill over Darcy’s sheets and Johnny’s belly.

Johnny turned limp in his own mess as Brock held his hips still and arched his throat back, coming with a long and drawn out groan.

Darcy stripped the t-shirt away as both men rolled onto their backs.