#jack krauser

“Eager,” he growls against Leon’s mouth, taking the younger man’s bottom lip between his teeth, then letting it go. “You two been thinking about this?” he asks, turning his own cravings around on you both. Like he wasn’t the one pacing around his own room, wondering if he could indulge in this just one more time. 

Neither of you call him out on it, though. “Maybe a bit,” you murmur against Jack’s ear, and heat rushes through him. 

“Then what the hell are you still doing dressed?” Krauser asks the two of you, earning a shared glance over his shoulder. 

“Giving us an order to fix that, sir?” you ask, like you’d like nothing more.

Jack’s answer is simple. “You bet your ass it is.” As hungry as he is, Krauser’s become a glutton for punishment in some ways. The self-inflicted kind always feels best, in his book. That’s why, as much as he loves the feeling of your hands and Leon’s all over him, he steps out from between you both. He sits on the edge of your bed, then, legs parted, forearms resting on his knees. “Give me a show.” 

Watching the two of you is an old vice - a relic of a time long gone when the best he could hope for was glimpses of this. Now? He relishes as your arms come around each other, as your lips meet easily, like they belong pressed against each other. Jack takes a deep breath at the sight before him, eyes already dark as your hand slides between Leon’s legs, only to run back up the length of his chest. 

You both take your time, stripping each other of your clothes like it’s something you rehearsed. Practice makes perfect, Jack knows, and it isn’t long before you’re both skin to skin before him.

It’s torture in the purest sense, but Jack drinks in every moment readily. He always does. He likes it this way; starving himself for what he wants, putting that meal right in front of himself, just to see how long he can hold out. As he sees Leon’s tongue slip between your teeth, it’s enough to make him strain against his half-undone pants. 

He can see the adoration in every move. The desire. The love. 

“That’s it,” he praises, his voice thick. “Give me something good to watch.” 

Just as you both always have. The jealousy that once tore into him now just gnaws at his heels, enough to make Jack’s blood run hotter, and hotter, and hotter . . .

The ache of it becomes too much, but he’s determined to give as good as he gets, and once Leon tilts his head to the side, your mouth running a line down his throat? Once Leon’s eyes meet Jack’s own? The former Major leans back, making a show of palming himself while he takes you both in. 

Whether it’s that sight, you taking Leon in your own hand, or some combination of both, the younger man groans. 

“You like what you see?” Leon’s smart mouth hasn’t faded.

Krauser smirks at it more easily, these days. “Ain’t half bad.” 

That earns your attention, and you pull away from Leon’s throat with an offended look. “Come on, Krauser. You can do better than that.” 

“So can the two of you,” Krauser shrugs. “Thought I told you I wanted a show.” 

Leon scoffed, breathless as he shook his head. “Impossible to please, this guy. Always has been.” Jack knows that he’s speaking of more than just these more recent visits, but of long days under sweltering heat as the Major snarled at him to run one more lap. 

Then, if you’d have looked at him the way you are now? Well . . . if he’s honest with himself, he probably would have caved then, too. He just might have put up more of a fight about it. “He’s all bark,” you reassure Leon, mouthing at your lover’s jawline, even as your eyes remain on Jack all the while. 

“I can show you some bite, too,” Krauser promises, but you just laugh in return. 

And by the way you speak? That tinge of excitement in your voice? He can tell that what you say next isn’t just some passing threat, but something you’ve been waiting to spring on him for a long time. “Careful, Krauser. Bad dogs get leashed.” 

He hadn’t been prepared for the rush of something white hot and inescapable through him that follows those words. 

He should have raged at them. He would have, once upon a time. Before he'd lost everything and been given a second chance he wasn't sure he'd earned. Even now, some part of him bristled at the threat, wanting to stand and push you against another wall, and show you both just how hard this old dog could bite. 

You both knew him well enough to understand that, too. Which is why, Jack was sure, Leon went on. “I don't know that he's ready for all that yet, baby,” he said, too cocky by half. 

With the promise of something untested and new in your eyes, you looked back to Krauser. “Hmm, maybe he’s not.”

It was a head game, Jack knew that. Framing this not as submission, but as a challenge. A test of will. 

And if there was one thing Jack Krauser would never do, it was back down from a challenge. So, leaning forward once more, he all but ground the words out. “Give me your best.”

Leon’s smile is one of surprise, but yours? You wear wickedness like diamonds, looking at Jack like he’s your latest prize. He’s not so prideful that he can’t admit how good it looks on you. 

That pride does take a hit, though, when you prove how serious you are when that collar is fitted around his neck. 

For the life of him, he doesn’t know why he’s letting you both do this. It’s anathema to everything that he’s supposed to be . . . but he does know that having you hold the leash at his throat makes something in him flare to life. “I’m guessing I have Kennedy to thank for letting me borrow this?” Jack rasps, glancing down at the black leather, then back up at the two of you. He’s still seated on the edge of your bed. Leon had rid him of his shirt, but the fabric of Jack’s pants is now more strained than it was a moment ago. 

Leon’s eyes catch on it, but he takes pity on the Major and doesn’t mention it. Instead, he shrugs. “We share a lot of things in this house, Jack. Thought you knew that by now.” 

By the grin the two of you share, you aren’t ashamed to admit it. 

He doesn’t understand that. He doesn’t quite get how either of you can fully give yourselves over. He doesn’t intend to, after all. Even if you have him leashed, he’s not gonna be obeying you forever. 

He just wants to see what the two of you will do. That’s all. He just wants the challenge of this, nothing more. 

Nothing more . . .

“Not too tight?” you ask, and Jack just looks up at you with a raised brow. 

“You gonna fuss or are we gonna do this?” 

That gets him a soft laugh. “Now who’s eager?” You tug a little on the leash, and Krauser just grits his teeth as it makes the ache deepen between his legs. 

“Just get on with it.” That’s all he can say. All he can do as you look at Leon with a smile, as Krauser enters new territory with you both yet again. It’s not supposed to be like this. Nothing about this is supposed to be like this, but he doesn’t stop it. He could - you all have those rules readily established, but he doesn’t. Not even as you climb up onto the bed behind him, your knees making the mattress dip.

Krauser just sneers at Leon as your warmth presses against his back, familiar and almost comforting as your free hand smooths up his scarred arm. Like it’s precious. Like it hasn’t dealt pain to you both in the past. He thinks about what it must be like to have that touch always. What it’s like for you and Leon to be able to reach for each other when you need to, to have that warmth available always.

That thought makes him strengthen his resolve to keep his composure. 

However difficult that might be. 

“Now,” you all but purr in his ear, “be a good boy and stay. No touching, got it?” 

Krauser scoffs even as his throat tightens. “Sure.” 

You pull on the leash again, the collar pressing gently but decisively into his throat. “Try again.” 

He’s at war with himself as he grits out. “Yes, I understand.” 

It’s enough for both of you, and then Leon is moving forward, kneeling in front of the bed. He smooths his legs up Krauser’s thighs. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

“Fuck off, rookie-”

Another pull of the leash, more definitive this time. “Be nice,” is your command, murmured into the side of Krauser’s throat, just above where the collar sits. You’ll both pay for this later, but for now? As Leon undid his pants the rest of the way and took him in his mouth? Krauser may have been good at giving orders, once, but he was just as good at following them. 

It was just more difficult when Leon was bobbing his head, those perfect lips around him while you whispered praises in Jack’s ear. 

“There you go. Being so good for us . . .”

A muscle in Krauser’s jaw ticked, strained from the tension he held. Heat had long since settled in at his neck and cheeks, and his thighs were taut as he dug his heels into the floor. Everything in him wanted to move. To grab a fistful of that soft hair and thrust his hips up into Leon’s mouth. 

So why wasn’t he? 

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, and Krauser grabbed a fistful of the sheets instead as Leon took him deep, as you tugged on Jack’s earlobe with your teeth. 

He couldn’t help the grunts that escaped him, or the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed those sounds back. “Just wait ‘til I’m out of this,” he hissed. Leon hummed his response, the sound too close to a laugh for Krauser’s liking. 

Your lips were freer for words, though. “Yeah? Well, if you can hold out for a little longer, maybe we’ll let you touch.” Your tongue swiped up the shell of his ear, the hand that didn’t hold the leash wandering freely over his chest. “Maybe we’ll let you do more than that, hm?” 

He’s not gonna last long to do much of anything, if you both keep this up, but even now, even out of the fight, he’s not one to give up. So even as Leon puts his tongue to deadly use, even as you kiss and nip at what is exposed of his throat, Jack makes himself steel. He’s survived a hell of a lot worse than this, after all, even if each drag of Leon’s tongue makes his fingers flex into the sheets. 

Eventually, though, Leon pulls his mouth away, a string of saliva snapping in the dim light. “Think he’s had enough?” It takes everything in Jack not to chase after him, the length of him twitching for lack of attention.

He knows the pause you give him is deliberate. That it’s meant to toy with him as much as the leash is. The leash, which after a moment, you hand over to Leon, just as the younger man wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “Yeah,” you answer. “Think he’s earned a treat, don’t you?” 

You’re relinquishing control, and Krauser finds a new thrill as Leon smiles. “I’d say so.” With that, he rises, one hand replacing where his mouth had been, the other tugging on the leash. There was that boldness again, as Krauser found himself pulled into a searing kiss. 

His hands remained at his side until he heard your voice in his ear: “You can touch now.” 

That was all the permission he needed.

His hands were on Leon in an instant, grip bruising. Moans tangled together as one hand took hold of Leon’s hips, all but grinding him down against Krauser. The other reached up for you, because just one of you wasn’t nearly enough. Once he’d kissed you breathless, he turned his attention back to the man in his lap. “You two want a dog?” Krauser snarled, pulling Leon’s hair back to expose his throat. “You need to be ready to get bit.” With that, he sunk his teeth into Leon’s neck. The noise that he got for his efforts was pure music. 

You, without needing to be told, intuit what's about to happen. You slip away for only a moment, and you return with shining fingers as you stand behind Leon. He groans as you prepare him, turning briefly from Jack to steal a kiss only for Krauser to grab his chin and turn him back his way. 

The three of you swapped messy kisses as Leon guided himself over Krauser properly, straddling his thighs. Not one to sit idly by, you return to your place behind Jack, your hand reached between them, taking hold of Leon just as Jack began to press in.

He’s been here before - Leon in his lap, you at his back, the two of you clinging to him as his hips work hard and fast. Once, he’d thought that one time would be enough. That he just needed to get it out of his system, like sucking the poison out of a snakebite. 

As if that was how it worked. As if this venom hadn’t spread through his entire body, playing with his heartbeat whenever he gets the chance to touch you both like this. 

And if this is what finally kills him? In the moment, as pleasure wracks his body, he decides he doesn’t care. Not as Leon moans, his head tipped back, his lips parted. Not as your hand words between them, speeding Leon along to his end. Not as Jack bites the man in front of him again, because he can’t be the only one with this poison inside him. Because maybe, just maybe, he can pour that same feeling into the little breaks in Leon’s skin.

Leon lets him do it, too. Hell, he yanks the leash so that Krauser has nowhere to go but that bare expanse of throat. So maybe he wants that poison too. 

Krauser lets himself believe that when, at last, it’s all too much. The moment his pleasure hits that peak, he lets himself think that you both are just as lost in this as he is. He grunts as he finds his end, his teeth bared to match the collar around his neck. It strikes him, then, how easy it is to play that part. How much the world spins because of this little experiment, how good it felt.

And when Leon finds his release a moment later? Spilling over your hand and Jack’s belly both? He didn’t resist when Leon’s forehead nuzzled against his. Mostly because he was too breathless and the moment was too brief to make a big deal out of it. 

Even if he would be stuck with the splinter of that moment later. 

A hum of contentment from you brought him out of his stupor, as did the feeling of your arms encircling him and Leon both. “That’s my boys,” you smiled, resting your chin on Jack’s shoulder. 

Your boys. 

Fuck if Jack didn’t feel a pang of something terrifying as you spoke those words. Something he was quick to press down. “You had your fun, now get this thing off ‘a me,” he demands as you rise to get a washcloth.

Leon laughs even as he catches his breath, shaking his head and very much not moving from Krauser’s lap. “You didn’t seem to be complaining too much a minute ago.”

A glare was Krauser’s response, even if Leon’s observation is dead on. Your hands are working at the fastening a moment later, though, and before long, Jack’s throat is free. You shift then, so that you’re sitting at Krauser’s side as you clean him up. “Not so bad though, is it?” you ask half statement, half question. 

Honesty isn’t the only thing he wants to give you, but it’s a start. “Nah. But I bet it looks good on you, too.” 

You laugh, and Jack wonders again how he can be given something like that so freely. “Wouldn’t you like to know, soldier boy.” With that, the collar is tossed across the room, landing against the wall, its leash falling beside it. The washcloth follows, sailing into the hamper to be dealt with later.

“Yeah, I would,” Jack grins, bringing an arm around you, all while still keeping Leon in place. He’s had his fun, but not his fill, after all. He’s not sure why he keeps coming back, but he’ll be damned if he leaves without making sure you’ve got what you needed too. And after that stunt you pulled? After collaring him up? Ordering him around? He intends to make it very difficult for you to leave this bed. 

But the collar can wait. “Next time, maybe,” you say, speaking aloud what he was thinking. 

Krauser just hums, rain beginning to patter against the window, before Leon stands - a little shaky - from Jack’s lap. “Next time? I don’t think we’re done here.” He crawls over you on one side, letting Jack flank you on the other. 

“Didn’t say that we were.” Again, you smile as you look between the two of them and it does something twisting and strange to Jack’s chest. Something he will think of later. For now? He just moves in as Leon guides you down, and the kisses begin again.

And in that tangle of bodies? Krauser once more sinks his teeth in, because that’s easier than speaking aloud what lingers in his veins. 

Day 1 | Day 2: Touch Starved/Leashing | Day 3 (Coming Soon!)

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