(Mild Daddy Kink, Edging, orgasm denial, Slight dacryphilia)
Before, sex used to be fine. Hell, it used to be more than fine! It used to be amazing! Nightmare a moaning mess, riding his lover, Killer, into the mattress. Moan after moan spewing out of his mouth, most of them incoherent. His large chest pressed against Killerâs ribcage and his sharp phalanges digging into Killerâs shoulders as a way of support to the third orgasm he was being wrecked upon.
Before, sex used to be fine. Hell, it used to be more than fine! It used to be amazing! Nightmare a
But, then again, that was back then. And this was now. Sure, sex was still as amazing as it used to be, but something was always making noise at the side of his hearing.
 Scribble, scribble⊠Scribble, scribbleâŠ
 Nightmareâs eye twitched as he heard the obnoxiously loud scribbling to the right of him. âInk.. if youâre going to draw during the middle of what me and Killer are doing, could you at the most, keep it down?â Ink stopped his sketching and looked to Nightmare with his stupid smile and differently shaped eyelights and shrugged. âNow, câmon. I donât think thatâs too fair. Youâre the ones who decided to bone while I was drawing! Besides, I havenât made snarky comments for two hours now.â
 Nightmare growled. âYes, but everytime I feel myself coming to an orgasm, I get thrown off because I can hear you scraping that same fucking pencil on the same piece of paper youâve been writing on for the last two hours!â
 Killer sighed. Well, fuck. Nightmare knew that sigh from anywhere. He could feel the male inside of him go soft and he frowned. âLost the mood..?â Nightmare asked Killer, looking to him with disappointment. Killer nodded, giving him a sweet kiss before de-summoning his body. âYep.. Iâll.. go take a shower.â Nightmare watched as his lover left to go get himself clean, leaving the edged, sweaty, horny, skeleton alone with no pleasure and no orgasm. Again. Â
 Inkâs small snort rang out through the quiet room. âAwkwardâŠâ He said softly. Nightmare growled, head turning to look at him with an annoyed rage. Cockblocked yet again by a fucking squid. âShut your fucking mouth. Iâm sick of hearing your mouth.â Ink shrugged, staying quiet as that same scribbling filled up the room.
 Scribble, scribble⊠Scribble, scribbleâŠ
 âAnd stop, for the love of stars, stop with the fucking pencil. Iâm not in the mood for this right now. Get out of my fucking room and leave... Iâm tired.â Nightmare threw back on the discarded lace nightgown on the floor that was supposed to have been there since morningâŠ
 Ink sighed. âFiiiiiineeeee⊠you know Iâll be back tomorrow, right?â Nightmare didnât answer, only flipping Ink the bird before letting it flop back to his side. Why did he allow Ink in their relationship again? He was sure itâd been just a fever dream till heâd walked in on Killer and Ink making out one day and remembered that âoh yeah, Iâve got two boyfriends now.â
 Itâd only happened because of Nightmareâs loving relationship with Killer but Killerâs weird, hate-love, crush on Ink. He thought Killer wouldâve been over it and it was just a phase but when Killer told him he was literally in love with him, Nightmare had decided to help him, and heâd ended up catching feelings for the squid as well.
 Though Ink didnât have a soul, he was somewhat able of reciprocating by saying he felt artificially happy around the two of them and⊠thatâs how it happened. Surely Nightmare knew he didnât think about the future when doing that but thatâs just how the cookie crumbles. Though, he was happy, Killer was happy, Ink was⊠happy? And theyâd all consented so even if he could make Nightmare want to make him die a slow painful death then revive him repeatedly just to do it as many times as he wished, he couldnât lie. He loved him. Both of them.
 Nightmare sighed. âYâknow⊠on second thought. Stay.â He reached his arm from under the cover, gripping onto Inkâs sleeve. Ink flinched, dropping his pencil. âHuh?â He asked stupidly. Nightmareâs face flushed a soft cyan, tugging a bit more before Ink seemed to understand the message.
 âWhatever ya say!â Ink went ahead and got back in the bed which he was glad for. It was comfy from the mattress to the comforter set.
 Scribble, scribbleâŠScribble, scrib-
 Ink then felt two arms wrap around him and pull him close. Nightmare had huddled his way under Inkâs shoulder, his head lying on his chest. He slowly grabbed the notebook from his hands and threw it in the corner of the room, the pencil not long after. âPlease, just hold meâŠfor once you.â
 Ink blinked though he didnât say anything as he soon obliged. Holding Nightmare close, he rubbed small circles into his back, closing his eyes to listen to the otherâs breathing. Ink made sure to give him the affection he knew how. Nightmare appreciated this, though his body still craved for something more. He just hoped Ink could realize it and he wouldnât have to tell him.
 But, after an hour or two, he realized that Ink wasnât even going to try and make a move, so he made it for him. Grabbing Inkâs wrists, he guided his hands to his newly formed ecto-breasts to squeeze, hoping thatâd persuade him. He knew Ink, oddly, like his chest area more than any other part on him. Ink had always called them âsquishyâ in a way which was more humorous than it was arousing but he expected nothing more from him.
 Nightmare spread his body out on the bed, allowing Ink to sit up for better access. Inkâs small yet skillful hands squeezed and pinched Nightmareâs nipples. Everytime he pinched; Nightmare felt his body flinch before a moan escaped his throat. âYouâve always been sensitive here, huh?â Ink said softly, voice going down to a whisper as his pulled on Nightmareâs perky, hard nipples easily. Nightmare gasped, tears forming at his eyes. He couldnât even find the words to answer him, to caught up in the tangled pleasure.
 Nightmare felt he could cum just from this. When Ink leaned over and bit down one of his breasts, his hands grabbed handfuls of the sheets, his body arching upwards and a stray tear rolled down his cheek. âFuck⊠Ink..â He groaned softly. Ink let his hands carry down farther with a slow temptation. He crept past the clit, his fingers gliding over the entrance before pulling away and going back to his sides to repeat. Nightmare frowned at that. Whyâd he stop? He had already been rejected of his orgasm once... now no pleasure?â
 âWow, you couldnât even wait for me to be finished?â Another voice chimed in. Ink and Nightmare looked to their third member of their relationship: Killer. His ribcage still a bit wet from humidity, smelling like fresh lavender from the soap heâd only recently used. Heâd at least bothered to put pants on. He crawled onto the bed, sitting comfortably as he looked down at Nightmare. âI never thought Iâd see the squid doinâ this to you. Did you threaten him?â
 Ink laughed before continuing his skillful work. âSomewhat.â He leaned forward, taking one of his nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, his other hands occupied with his left breast and his clit. Nightmare felt himself teetering over the edge again. The pleasure building up quickly with each lick and bite on his sensitive nipple, each hard rub pressed into his clit, and the embarrassment of being watched by another person.
 When he felt Ink pull away again, he groaned. Why was he doing this to him?! Killer let out a soft chuckle at his behavior. âYou seem a bit pent up, Little Moon. Ink ainât being fair with ya?â Nightmareâs face coated a bright cyan at Killerâs words. Why was he being treated like a kid now? All Nightmare did was nod, hoping his other lover would at least be kinder with him and let him cum.
 Boy, was he wrong. Instead of switching with Ink, they just worked together. Killer had Nightmare on his lap, Nightmareâs back to Killerâs chest with his legs spread open for Inkâs accessibility. Nightmare let out a soft, shaky moan as he felt Inkâs tongue glide over his clit, his hands keeping Nightmareâs legs spread so he couldnât get himself to edge from friction. He let his tongue slip inside of Nightmare, swirling around and lapping up the wetness. Nightmare couldnât even put a hand on his mouth to muffle the lewd noises leaving him.
 When he felt himself coming close once again, Ink pulled his tongue away. He instead licked up from his clit to his chest to play with his hard nipples once again. Nightmare couldnât take any more of this! It was becoming to much for him! âInk.. fuck, Ink, please!â Ink stopped his sucking, letting his mouth leave the bruises tit and he looked to Nightmare. âPlease, what?â Nightmare could feel Inkâs fingers tracing over his tight entrance and he felt a tear swell at the corner of his eye. Donât make him say it, please.
 Killerâs cocky smirk widened. âWhaddya want, Little Moon, hm? All you gotta do is say it and weâll give you what you want.â Nightmare growled. âI..I hate you.. I hate you both so much...â He sobbed softly. No way in hell heâd say that. He couldnât⊠âSay it and Iâll give you exactly what you want.â Ink promised. Nightmare really hoped Ink keep up to his word this time. âPleaseâŠPlease, daddy.â Ink smirked and Killerâs smile widened. Killer tilted Nightmareâs chin to look at him. âArenât you an obedient little slut.â He trapped Nightmare in a tongue-tangled kiss.
 Nightmare moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of three fingers being inserted inside of him. Along with how Inkâs tongue sucked on his clit. His walls throbbed as Ink added a fourth just as quickly, egging Nightmare on to orgasm. His orgasm was growing close too. Killerâs dominant kiss along with Inkâs fingers and tongue easily getting him to the edge. Though⊠that intense pleasure soon went away and Nightmare felt like he was going to scream in anger.  âCalm down, Little MoonâŠâ Killer calmly re-assured him. Nightmare was about to object before he felt two hard cocks pressed against his wet, pussy lips. Ink chuckled softly,
 âWeâll give you what you want.â