#norapinto

“don’t worry, franco, they said they wouldn’t be home for a while” lando mumbled, kissing franco’s neck.

“they said that a while ago” franco cries out desperately trying to move away from lando’s grip. “lando enough!” franco please, moving away, “i don’t want to be punished!” now holding lando an arms length away.

“come on fran, i can see you are excited and want me” lando says, moving franco back into him, so their hips are touching, “let’s enjoy a bit of alone time, they won’t be back for a while” he adds.

“promise me to stop as soon as they text us that they are on their way back?” franco asks, gently moving his head to connect his lips with lando’s adam's apple, slowly and gently nipping the skin, not enough to leave a mark and cause a scandal in the paddock.

lando sharply inhales “mhm” is all he manages to make out, before the argentinian is hastily moving him to sit on the sopha and straddling his lap. “i thought you were worried about us getting caught” lando teases, moving his hand under franco’s shirt to pull it off him in one swift move.

“shut up” franco breathes out, “please take your shirt off and kiss me” he cries out slowly but roughly grinding against the brits thigh, making lando chuckle while taking his shirt off. lovingly looking into franco's eyes he traces his hands from the argentinians shoulders all the way to his ass, where he abruptly grabs it making his hips come to a halt. franco tries bringing their lips together but lando moves his head back.

“why don’t you strip off the rest of the clothing while i get our toys?” the brit asks in a suggestive manner, in a second the argentine is off him and ripping his shorts off while plopping down onto the sofa next to him, slowly moving his palm to his now fully erect cock.

“what are you waiting for?” franco answers teasingly, “go get them” he spits the words out more like a command then anything, making lando get up and swiftly move to the bedroom to fetch their fleshlights and lube. while returning from the bedroom quicker than ever, he opens the lube bottle and squeezes a bit of it into both fleshlights, rapidly discarding it on the coffee table behind him and straightening himself out in front of franco.

“you ready?” he questions passing one fleshlight to the argentine, and dropping his underwear to his ankles.

“yeah” franco mumbles, gently but securely wrapping a hand around the brits waist pulling him in closer, where he gently kisses the tip of lando’s penis, making him rest his hands on the argentines shoulders, one hand clutching the toy harder, and his eyes rolling back.

when suddenly franco aligns lando’s cock with the hole of the fleshlight and in one swift move makes the toy take his entire length, making lando dig his nails into the soft skin of franco’s shoulders, and groan the argentines name out. “fuck, franco don’t move” lando cries out before the other even got a chance to move the toy away, “let me sit down, so i can also jerk you off” he whispers.

so the argentine complies, he lets the toy still on lando’s cock go, so that the brit can sit down to his left, and can sink franco’s cock into the soft silicone material of the fleshlight at a teasingly slow pace, “i wasn’t such a tease with you” the argentine groans out.

“i’ll take every chance i get” lando proudly exclaims with a smirk appearing on his lips.

“you bitch” franco exclaims, laughing and roughly moving the toy on lando’s cock, making the older man drop his head back onto the sofa cushions groaning in pleasure. the argentine firmly grabs the brits hand which is clasped around his fleshlight making lando get out of a trance and start moving the toy up and down the younger guy’s shaft. soon enough they are matching each other's pace and groans, occasionally moving their heads closer together so they can kiss.

what they didn’t hear is the keys jingling in the door, and you entering your shared apartment calling for them, but receiving no response. thinking they went out, you make your way to the bedroom, where you toss your bag on the armchair in the corner of the room. and then drag yourself to the vanity where you start taking off your jewelry when you suddenly hear a moan coming from the living room, as quietly as humanly possible you enter the living room where you see two of your lovers sitting on the sofa jerking each other off.

you wanted to yell, but before you could get the words out an idea struck, so you still quietly make your way over to the two and grab one hand of hair from each head, making the two abruptly stop, and look at you with fear in their eyes.

“lando made me do it!” franco practically yells, “i told him i wanted to wait for you, but he didn’t want to listen” your gaze now shifting onto lando.

lando attempted to speak, but you cut him off “there is no need to plea and cry now, i know you were the mastermind behind this whole thing”. loosening your hold against their hair, you motion, with your head, to lando to go grab a chair from the dining room and bring it back, while lando was gone you crouched down to franco’s level and asked him to go grab the handcuffs. he practically jumps up from the sofa, ripping his fleshlight off, setting it down on the coffee table and moving with a long stride to the bedroom.

“place the chair over there” you motion for lando to place the chair on the other side of the coffee table, “where is your fleshlight?” you ask in confusion, knowing he left to retrieve the chair with it still on.

“i threw it in the bin” he says shyly.

“good boy” you praise sincerely, “come sit in the chair” you suggest with a grin.

“no, please i will be good” the brit cries.

“lando, you had your chance” you state walking over to him, now looking him dead in the eye “now sit” you speak sternly with a smile appearing on your lips, lando only cries out as a protest, but a quick glance from you shuts him up and makes him sit in the chair.

“sorry it took so long, i couldn’t find them” franco spits out hurriedly handing the pair of handcuffs to you.

getting up on your toes, you kiss the corner of his mouth and praise him, instructing him to sit down on the sofa facing lando, so he does, while you move to lando, “arms to the back of the chair”, lando moves them with no protest, “good” you move to the back of the chair where you handcuff each arm to the back of the armrest so there is no way for him to jerk himself off. “are they too tight?” you question sincerely.

“no” he yelps out quietly. with a last kiss to his lips you move back to the sofa, and sit down next to franco.

looking franco up and down a few times, stopping when you catch his gaze, “how many times did each of you cum?” you ask, now slowly moving your hand to play with the short hairs on the end of francos head, your other hand resting on his thigh making him suck in a breath of air.

“we didn’t” he speaks softly, “i promise” he cries.

“alright, then you will have to make me cum once” you reveal, making the argentine smile, and grab you by your waist to move you to straddle his lap. “hold on, i didn't say you were completely innocent” you say gently making franco freeze all his movement.

“what?” he stammers, eyes widening in surprise, alongside lando’s mouth.

“yeah, you could have walked away from the situation” you state, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“but i-” franco attempts to speak, but lando cuts him off.

“i was persistent” he says, “i’m sorry” apologizing to both of you.

“still, franco could have walked away” you tell lando, “you have a mind of your own, don't you?” provocatively you question the argentine.

“i do” he whispers, gently tracing shapes into your lower back.

moving your head down you catch his lips with yours, gently guiding them into a makeout session, once you pull away to catch your breath you look franco in the eye and lay out his punishment, he has to make you cum using his mouth.

“understood?” you ask.

“yes” franco mewls out, making lando groan out in frustration.

turning your attention away from franco to lando now, you give him a look and ask if the gag is needed, to which he responds no, so you turn your attention back onto franco, “take my dress off” you state, there is no need telling franco twice, and he gently pulls it over your head, not daring to look at your breasts without permission, “good” you mumble the praise against his lips, where you feel him shudder. “please start” you gently whisper, which makes the brit cry out in protest, and the argentine slowly moves you to lay on the sofa with him between your legs.