#imincognitohere

The stretch of his cock is nice, and Link can’t help how he chokes on a sob. He wiggles his hips a little, and Dave gets a hand on his stomach as he sucks in a sharp breath, says, “Fuck, baby.” 

Link has his eyes closed, his head tossed back, and he’s tethered to reality by the hand Dave has splayed across his belly. It’s good. It’s fucking incredible, and he knows Rhett is watching them. 

He can feel him watching, can hear how he’s breathing heavily, the shift of fabric when he resettles himself in the chair every couple of minutes. Link wants to tell him to just fucking get over himself, but he doesn’t. He respects Rhett’s decisions, and if he just wants to watch Dave fuck Link, that’s fine. Link is good with it. 

He just can’t believe they’ve even gotten this far, feels exposed and open and vulnerable in a way that he doesn’t, usually. And even with the familiar feel of Dave’s hands on him, the sound of his voice murmuring filth and promises, this all feels new. 

There’s a beat, a pause, before Dave starts rocking his hips up, encouraging Link to move with him. And gosh, he feels so full like this. He hears a whine tumble out of him, a thick, “Dave.” 

His eyes shoot open as he sees the shadows shift behind his eyelids, hears Dave groan around a laugh. Rhett is standing in front of him, eyes dark, and when Link looks down, the outline of his dick hard in his pants. Link, breathy, panting, says, “Kiss me.” 

It barely gets out, and for a second he doesn’t think Rhett heard him, watching him stand still, eyes flickering between Dave and Link. But then he’s moving even closer, and Link is tilting his head up, letting his eyes sink shut again as Dave fucks up into him all the harder. Rhett’s hands card into Link’s hair, careful and gentle and too slow to match Dave’s pace, but it’s good. It’s so good, and Link swallows down another sound. 

All at once, Rhett’s tangling his fingers in Link’s hair and leaning down to press their mouths together. It’s sweet at first, slow and easy and dry, and then Dave is hitting him just right and Link makes a sound against Rhett’s mouth. 

And it’s a rush of wet and hot, the slick feeling of Rhett’s tongue in his mouth, the desperate feeling of his fingers too tight against Link’s scalp as Dave’s fingers tighten on his hips.