#pitt harem

He makes too many important ones day in and day out that when he comes home he just can't do it any more. He hasn't picked what movie or tv show he's watched at the end of the day in decades, just lets the tv decide what he's watching. He'll cook or clean, but you have to decide the meal for dinner. Before you arrived, his house was bare - only equipped with necessities - and when it came time you made all the design choices for him.

He just wants to turn his brain off when he’s outside of the hospital - something that often translates to the bedroom. 

Which is how he ended up celebrating his birthday weekend this way. 

He’d started the day by your warm body on top of his, peppering kisses all over his face. He’s on his back, your legs on either side of his torso while he slowly starts to awaken. 

He’s barely rubbed the sleep from his eyes before you’re hovering above him, sinking the whole weight of your body on his face. He gets his arms around your legs to stabilize you, revelling in the way you consume his senses. His mind is foggy already, wrapped up in your scent as your clit glides along his nose. 

It’s too early for him  to really get hard, but his cock twitches against his stomach anyways. He reaches down to relieve the ache thats starting to build but he’s stopped by you grabbing his wrist and putting it back on his thigh. 

“Nuh uh, baby, you said you didn’t want to think this whole weekend.”

Robby is exactly where he wants to be. 

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Jack and Samira aren’t set to come over for a bit, meaning it’s just you and him in the kitchen together in the morning. He’s cracking eggs in the kitchen while you’re finishing up your shower, pouring the egg mixture into the pan. 

He can hear you walk down the stairs as the eggs sizzle in the pan. And really, he doesn’t know why he’s surprised when you push him up against the counter and deftly untie the drawstrings on his sweatpants and kneeling down between him, pinning his hips against the counter. 

He grunts, “Sweetheart, the eggs?”

“I’m about to suck your dick and you’re worried about eggs?” you chuckle as you pump your hand along his slowly hardening shaft, “clearly I need to step up my game.”

Robby has enough brain power to move the pan off the heat before your  mouth swallows him down. 

“Fuuuck, honey,” his hands get tangled in your hair, “So good to me.”

Robby is exactly where he wants to be.

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“How many has he had?” Jack asks tilting his head as he watches his girlfriend lapping at the head of his boyfriend’s cock. 

“Just the one this morning,”  you respond, “didn’t want to get him too loose this early. He's messy today though, had to wipe up the floors after.”

You watch as Robby’s head falls back towards the ceiling as Samira suckles at the head of his cock. You're unsure if Robby's red from the sensations, or from the way you and Jack are teasing him, but either way his pretty blush goes all the way down his chest.

“How you doing, Mira?” you step forward and caress her ass through the white lace panties she’s wearing that match her bralette, “Ready to make him cry?” 

She nods before sliding her head all the way down until her nose is nestled in the dark hairs at the base of his cock. Robby’s panting now, hips jutting up involuntarily.

“Easy now, Mikey, gotta behave for us,” you coo, using one your hands to push his hips back down

Samira looks up at you through her lashes, waiting for your next instruction.

You look at Jack, "What did you do to deserve her?"

He shrugs, "Your guess is as good as mine."

You gather her hair in your hand in a ponytail, using it to guide her head up you boyfriend's cock. When she's at the top, you push her back down down. You do this a few more times before you pull her all the way off, Robby's cock hitting his stomach with a wet smack noise accompanied by a groan from the older man.

"You still good, Mira?"

"Yeah," her response is breathy, eyes glossy.

"Wanna keep going?"

"Please."

And who are you to deny her. You keep you pace steady, watching Robby's face contort as she works him with her mouth. Jack comes to stand behind Samira, teasing her clit through the fabric of her panties. The motion makes her moan out, which in turn makes Robby gasp for air.

You can tell he's close, second orgasm bubbling near the surface as his chest heaves with exertion.

"Think he should get a second one so soon?" you ask Jack.

"You wanna clean him up?" Jack smirks.

You give Samira's hair one good yank, pulling her all the way off Robby once more.

"Finish him with your hands."

"Are you sure?" She asks eyes wide, "He's going to...spill everywhere."

Robby lets out an embarrassed whine that makes you laugh.

"Yeah, Mira," Jack interjects, pushing her panties to the side and sliding a finger through her folds, "we're sure."

Samira obeys, using bother her hands to jack Robby off, easily lubricated by her spit. You turn to your boyfriend, running your fingers through his hair.

"Wanna cum again"

He nods.

"Ask nicely."

"Please," his voice his is strained, "Please, wanna cum so bad, sweetheart."

You look at Jack, "You think he should?"

Jack pretends to think, "It's his birthday let him have a break."

"Thank you," he murmurs, "thank you, thank you."

You never can take your eyes off his cock when he cums, mesmerized by the way his tip keeps oozing out. Each time think he's finished more spurts out from the tip. His shaft is messy with it, Samira's hands covered, and now it's leaking onto his stomach.

Jack tsks, shaking his head, "Made a mess here Rob."

"Gonna stain my new sheets," you pout.

"Such a waste," Jack says, swiping his finger through the mess, lifting his finger to your mouth. You moan as you accept it.

Robby's still catching his breath, red in the face, "'m sorry I'll clean it up."

"Why would you do that?" Samira asks as she bends back down, her hands are still covered, but licks from base to shaft in one broad stroke of her tongue, "You're the birthday boy, I can do it."

He can't even remember his own name. Robby watches as Samira laps him up, each drag of her tongue sending shockwaves through his overstimulated body. He groans as you and Jack get down on either side of him to do the same thing, tongues laving at his tummy, picking up every last drop. Fuck, if he could cum again right now he would but that might actually be his undoing.

"Something tells me they'll get over it," you reassure her, as you play with her nipple through the thin fabric of her lacy bralette, "I know you think this movie is boring."

Not that you'd really given a fair chance. Jack and Robby were currently brining in your doordash delivery, but you'd seen enough of these 80s action movies since you'd started dating Robby to know guess the plot.

You know Samira agrees by the way she kisses you back, body going pliant under your hands. You get your knee between her legs, fully intending to let her grind against your thighs when you're being pulled back by your hair.

"I don't know what to do you with you," Jack shakes his head, "Can't spank you, cause you like it too much. Can't overstimulate you because you keep begging for more. I don't know how Robby kept up with you before we got involved."

"I didn't," Robby says from behind Jack, " Why do you think I was so tired all the time - still can't get a full night's sleep without her humping me like a dog."

You smile, still using your hand to grope at Samira's tit who groans at the feeling.

"You could say no, you know," Jack chuckles but Samira's doe eyes have him keeling over in no time.

"You know, brother, there is one thing we haven't tried yet."

And that's how you end up in a chair, arms tied behind your back, legs tied to the posts so you can't gain an ounce of momentum to grind your pussy against the seat while you watch your boyfriend slide into Samira from behind. Her head falls against the mattress, muscles lucid as Robby fills her from this angle, hitting all the spots she didn't even knew existed. Jack stands to the side, watching as Robby slams into her while he fists his cock through is pants.

Samira's high pitched whines fill the room accompanying the sound of skin on skin each time Robby's hips hit hers. You're entranced by the way the meat of her ass jiggles each time he bottoms out.

"Mikey," you call out.

"Yes, my love," he grunts, expecting you to start begging to be untied now.

"Touch her clit," that makes him stutter a moment, "Don't you want her to cum."

Robby stops, turning his head to you, making Samira cry out and start to thrust her hips back. Robby reaches down, fingers digging into her hips to stop her.

"Are you giving me pointers? Might I remind you of the noise complaint from your neighbours when we started dating?"

"Of course, she's giving you pointers," Jack laughs, "Why wouldn't she?"

You scoff, "I'm only trying to make sure Mira has a good time."

"Don't worry, kid," Robby grunts as he continues. "She's doing just fine, aren't you, Mohan?"

Samira nods, tears rolling down her face, "Yuh-uh-uh."

"You know Jack, you've got a perfectly good dick, you should use it to make her feel good too."

You can see Jack roll his eyes, "Maybe I will."

There's some maneuvering around, Samira squirming between the two men while Jack gets under her, Robby's cock slipping out only to pull out the plug you didn't know Samira was wearing earlier, and replacing it with his dick. You watch, as Samira falls forward, hands braced on Jack's chest as she pants at the exertion of Robby's massive cock stretching out her ass - a pleasure you know well.

Your pussy throbs, but you're unable to anything about it, as Jack starts to slide into her pussy. He's propped up against the pillows, easily reaching forward to kiss the sweet spot on Samira's next as she gets used to the stretch of both men.

"You gonna move or what?" you ask when her breathing evens out.

Robby's eyes are closed in ectasy, your comment doesn't reach his ears. He's told you before that anal is the only time he's not worried about bruising cervixes, letting him get completely lucid.

Jack however, turns to you, brow raised, "Why don't you just come here and do it yourself?"

"You said I couldn't! Give me my strap!"

Jack makes no move to do so. Instead he whispers something in Samira's ear.

He waits until Robby's pulled out before following suite. They keep the timing, each time one pulls our, the other is rocking in. Samira is completely limp, held against Robby's chest.

She opens her eyes and moans, "Miss you, baby. Want you here. Need your mouth on me too."

For the first time of the night you pull against your restraints.

"Please," she pants, "Need you so bad. Doesn't feel as good without you."

You whine, your thrashing useless.

"Fuck!" she moans. Robby reaches around her body, rubbing circles on her clit. She calls out your name as she does. You own clit is throbbing. You try to angle your hips to give you any friction, any relief but you are unsuccessful.

"I'm sorry," you sob, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

Everyone knows it's a lie but it brings a smile to Jack's face.

Jack looks good like this - shirtless, jostled blankets low on his hips. The freckles on his skin look downright delectable in this light. You turn, taking a picture of him quickly before shooting off a text to Samira.

You: Thanks for leaving me this gift :)

Her response comes surprisingly quick

Samira: Mean 😢 Samira: I miss you guys

You: Shouldn't you be working?

Samira: L&D was taking their time to pick up a labouring mom so Robby told me to send her up myself Samira: Walking down the stairs now

You: Have a good shift my love ♥️

"You shouldn't be using that right when you wake up," Jack's sleepy voice breaks through the comfortable silence, "Bad for your eyes."

"I was just showing your girlfriend how sexy you are in the morning," you lean down, giving him a kiss.

"Mm, what she say?"

"That she misses us."

"Wanna make them miss us more?"

That's how he his broad shoulders end up spreading your legs apart, stubble scratching at the sensitive skin, at your thighs. The sting adds to the pleasure rolling through your spine as he licks along your slit.

It's hard to keep your hands still and Jack in frame as he sucks on your clit, but you manage to find one usable one to send to the "Pitt Harem" group chat while you're catching your breath afterwards.

You: Hope your morning has been as good as ours

The next one is of Jack took after he rolled you over onto your stomach, propping your ass up on your knees while he slid in slowly, stretching your pussy around him. The picture you choose to send depicts his weathered hand on the globe of your ass, strong fingers dimpling the skin has he exposes your pussy to the camera.

Jack: Thanks for giving us the same day off, Rob

You're not expecting them to respond given the fact that they were preoccupied with saving lives and whatnot. But of course, you and Jack are loving, supportive partners so you do your best to make sure they have something to look forward to during their bleak shift.

You get a shot of Jack kissing your neck in the bathroom mirror, hand braced on the counter for stability as his fingers curl just the way you like them to A video of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy - sound included, with an accompanying video of Jack cuming all over your stomach. Of course, it would just be cruel not to send a picture of you sucking on his sticky fingers afterwards.

You need a breather after that, waiting until after breakfast to set up your phone on a makeshift tripod to get a video of you bouncing on his cock in the living room. And of course, you send a picture of Jacks back after it all, angry red scratches all over his defined muscles, just to show all the evidence of your day together.

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Robby is honestly a little bit concerned when Samira boxes his him into his office. It's out of character for her, she has always been the picture of professionalism - even after your whole arrangement had started.

"Mira," a nickname he'd never use if someone else could hear him right now, "Everything okay?"

"Have you checked your phone recently?"

And this is the first time Robby'd had a moment to breathe all morning. He'd felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, but hasn't had the chance to look at it yet.

He puts on his readers before he taps on the various notifications from "Pitt Harem," blood rushing straight to his cock the moment he does.

He looks at Samira over the frames of his glasses.

"You pulled me in here because...you're horny?"

She bites her lip, embarrassment evident on her face, "Seems like it's starting to get S-L-O-W out there. Could send them something back, if you wanted."

She leans forward, fingers catching the silver chain that rests on his chest, pulling him closer to her, "Besides, you don't get the luxury of being able to hide your erections," she palms him through his scrub pants.

"I don't drink milk," Jack says, kissing her cheek before shimmying past her, "Gives me the runs."

You scrunch your nose, "TMI, Jack."

"We work in an emergency department."

Samira ignores him, turning her gaze to you, "Why'd you finish the milk?"

You put your hands up in surrender.

"I've been trying veganism this week, remember? Not me."

Samira's head whips around to where Robby is sipping on his coffee - uncharastically quiet. Ever since he quit smoking, he can't drink his coffee black anymore.

"You! You finsihed all the fucking milk. Everybody's always on my ass about unwinding, how the fuck am I supposed to do that when I can't make hot chocolate."

He laughs, "And? What are you gonna do about it?"

Samira crosses her arms, "I'm not putting out."

Robby chuckles, "I've got other options, you know."

"You're forgetting that it's gonna be just us for the next week while they're on night shift."

*****

"Mikey," his breath tickles your neck as he pushes your tummy against the counter, "I gotta go to work. If I'm late Ellis gonna give me the annoying patients."

"I know your boss, I'll cover for you," he grunts.

Suddenly the weight on your back is being pulled off you, "Nope! Already understaffed 'cause half the nurses are sick."

Jack's hand slips into yours, giving you just enough time to kiss your boyfriend goodbye before whisking you away.

"Mira's downstairs," Jack says as he pulls on his shoes, "She's watching that horny renaissance show."

Robby shakes his head and walks down the stairs.

Samira's sitting on the loveseat, KJ sleeping in his cat tower next to her. She nods at him before he plops down next to her, scratching KJ's chin as he does so.

"Whose that?"

"Anthony Bridgerton - the male lead for this season."

Robby nods, "Whose she?"

"Kate Sharma - they're in love but can't admit it."

"Why not?"

"Because he's courting her sister."

Robby frowns, "Why doesn't he just court her."

"Robby shut up and let me watch the show."

He puts his feet up on the coffeetable with a groan, watching the episode unfold. The two stand in an empty church. The dialogue means nothing to him, but that doesn't matter when the two surge forward, capturing each other in a passionate kiss. He clears his throat, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.

Samira laughs, eyeing him from the side, "That's all it takes to get you hot and bothered?"

Robby rolls his eyes, "If you must know, my sweet girlfriend decided to start something she didn't have time to finish."

She smirks, crawling into his lap.

"Don't care about the show now?"

"You complaining?"

Samira holds his face in both her hands, leaning down to kiss him. She sighs against his lips, noving her hips against his. Robby adjusts his stance, giving her better access. She wastes no time. Samira rarely takes the lead, Robby's just happy oblige. He meets her movements with his own, dropping his hands to her hips, guiding her along. It's not long until she's mewling in his lap, cuming with a full body shudder.

His fingers tighten around her waist when she tries to get up, "Where you goin?"

"I told you," she leans down, kissing the spot behind his ear, "I'm not putting out this week."

*****

Because you and Jack were on your own schedule, Samira was upstairs in the master bedroom with him. She still likes to wake up early on her offdays, something Robby will never understand.

Though, he can't say he hates it, when he wakes up to the sounds of her soft moans carrying through the room.

He blinks, wiping the sleep from his eyes, "What're you doing over there?"

You doesn't respong, letting the hum of the vibrator speak for you. She gasps, hips bucking against the bed. He rolls onto his side drinking in the sight of her squirming against the bed. She's still wearing Robby's old sweats, hand invidisble under the waistband. Her other hand is under her shirt, massing her breast. Robby tries to reach over, but she slaps his hand away.

"What the?"

"No touching, Robinavitch," she pants, "only watching."

*****

Robby's going crazy. Everywhere he turns Samira is taunting him. It feels like this house only has phalic shaped food at this point with how often her finds her sucking on a popsicle or eating a bananda. Not to mention how she ends the night calling out his name with her hands down her pants, and starting the next day the same way. Truthfully, he feels like this is overkill but he's not about to piss her off again.

It's nearing the end of the weak when he gets sick of it.

He's running a towel through her hair when he catches Samira in the middle of the bed.

"Robby!" She bites her lip, keeping eye contact with him.

Robby shakes his head as he debates going for drive and then decides he's over being tortured in his own home.

She yelps when he tugs on her ankle, sliding her down to the edge of the bed. He yanks her pants down, groaning at the sight of her fingers buried deep inside her. He pulls them out of her, looking how they glisten in the light.

"What're you-mmhf," she's cut off when he sucks on her clit, relief flooding through his body

He's felt like an addict this past week, so close to the object of his desires and incapable of getting it. He wastes no time, laving at her pussy with broad strokes of his tongue. She pulls at his hair, he moans as she does.

"Oh I see you've forgiven him," your voice makes him jolt. He didn't know you two were home.

"N-not yet," she responds.

"Hear that Mikey?" you tease, "You gotta work for it."

*****

Bonus (because i wrote this but then the rest ended up very different so i didn't know where to put this)

"Jack!" You yell, throwing a pillow at your other boyfriend, "Leave KJ alone!"

Jack laughs, ignoring you, continuing to provoke your cat. Jack and Kitty Jack are on the couch, with kitty on his back swatting at his namesake.

"He likes it," Human Jack insists, grabbing the cat's head briefly and before letting go.

KJ lurches, grabbing his arm, stump kicking ferverently at Jack's arm.

"Doesn't look like he does."

"He's a cat, he'd use his claws if he was mad-fuck," Jack yanks his arm back, inspecting the freash puncture wound leaking from his wrist.

"What did I fucking say? This is why he doesn't snuggle with you."

"He doesn't snuggle with me because you always have treats in your pocket and he's a pig."

"Just like that, Mira," you encourage softly as she rocks forward into you for the first time, "Doing so good for me."

You reach up, tucking her hair behind her ear, "You feelin' good, baby?"

You show her the remote in your hand, and she nods. You fumble with it for a second before the vibration starts to hum through your bodies together at a low speed. Samira's forehead drops onto yours, panting into your mouth.

"That all it takes to make you weak in the knees, baby?" you chuckle, increasing the speed. Samira cries out, "Remember, princess, you gotta make me cum before they do or you lose."

"I know the rules," she says, a little breathy.

"Yeah? You gonna show those boys? Gonna make me scream out your name?"

She nods, but just as she's about to slide her hips back you reach up with your legs, locking her in place and turning up the speed even higher. She whimpers, head hanging between her shoulders.

You gather her hair in your head, giving her a strong tug so that she's forced to look at you, "Start moving, princess."

The dual-sided dildo hums through you, buried deep in your cunt. With the way Samira's hovering over you, it's not quite settled on your clit the way you'd prefer.

"Mira," she looks at you, doe eyes glossy, "You were so adamant that you could top me, but you haven't even paid any attention to my pussy."

"Oh," she gasps as you turn down the frequency, letting her focus again, "I'm sorry."

She reaches down, clumsy fingers slipping around your slick folds. She lifts up the hood of your clit, exposing the little bundle to the vibrator. You bite your lip, bringing the vibrations back up. You reach up, palming one of her tits in your hand, rolling her nipple between your fingers. You chuckle a bit to yourself as you release the pressure of your legs and let her start to thrust. It's clumsy, rhythm confident - just as you suspected it would be. But hey, everyone's gotta learn somewhere, right?

"C'mon pretty," you laugh, "Don't let those old men show you up."

Meanwhile, a mere six feet away, on the other side of the massive Alaskan King mattress, Jack's got Robby under him as he sinks all the the way down on his cock.

"Always forget how big you are, brother," Jack grunts, chest heaving with exertion has he finally bottoms out, "Swear you're gonna rip me right open one day."

Robby's flush, red tint going all the way down to his nipples. Jack leans forward, just enough to pinch one of them in between his fingers. Robby jolts with a hiss, jostling himself inside Jack.

"Love how stupid you get when you fuck me, Rob," he lifts up ever so slightly, dropping back down to make the older man moan out. He drags his nails across Robby's chest, leaving angry red lines in his wake.

"C'mon big boy," Jack's kneeling on top of Robby. He taps a Robby's hip with his ankle, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Gonna let me have a good ride?"

Robby nods lifting his hips and Jack makes a show of rocking forward like he's riding a mechanical bull. The older man's hips hinge, slamming up to meet Jack's hips.

"Good boy, Rob," he hums.

Jack's own dick is throbbing, leaking from the lack of attention. He reaches down, squeezes the base. His head falls back, reveling in the sensations traveling through his body.

He's brutally ripped out of his own little world when one of the small throw pillows hits him in the face.

"What the fuck?"

"No touching yourself! That's cheating," you call out from your side of the room.

"Since when?"

It's not that Samira never initiates, just when she's given strict instructions from Jack she likes to follow them.

But everybody's got a rebellious streak somewhere.

"What are you doing?" You ask from underneath your girlfriend,"Usually this is the other way around."

Robby and Jack were outside, manning the grill. They'd left you with very strict instructions not to

She peppers kisses along your neck, "I just thought we could have some fun while the boys were out."

"Mm," your head falls back against the couch, "What were you thinking?"

"Maybe we can try out that new thing the boys bought us?

"You mean the box they told us not to open?" the box in question is sitting on the table in front of you. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it, "You're feeling bold today. They're gonna be back soon. "

"So we should be quick then," her head dips down to meet yours.

You groan, shifting under her so she's comfortably on your lap. You get your fingers tangled in loose curls, pulling her plump bottom lip between your teeth.

"Open it then," you say when you pull back, "If you wanna know so bad then you do it."

She pouts at you.

"If you're gonna get me in trouble you gotta commit, Samira."

She lets out a dramatic sigh, getting up off you to the reach over the coffee table. Which is when Jack decides to make his presence known, snatching the box away from her.

"Have to say I'm disappointed in you, Mohan," he shakes his head, "But if you wanna so bad I'll show you."

Which is how she ends up naked, hands tied behind her back on your designated cuck chair in the bedroom. Jack positioned her so her legs were spread with the brand new thigh strap holding the wand vibrator placed perfectly on her clit. She's been squirming in her seat ever since Jack turned it on.

Not that you've been able to focus on her. Not since you'd sunk all the way down on Robby's cock and Jack had pushed you forward, chest to chest with your boyfriend, and buried his cock in your ass. Your thoughts are fuzzy, too full to focus on anything except the pressure in your belly. You're drooling all over Robby's chest, head limp under sensations.

"Makin a mess, sweet girl," your boyfriend taunts.

"Let her, she was the one behaving today."

Samira's moaning, unable to squirm away from the vibrator between her legs. She calls out as her second orgasm wracks through her body. Jack chuckles, pace never faultering.

It's been a very long time since Robby's celebrated a relationship milestone as big as one year, so he's making sure to do it right this time. He wakes up early to start the pancakes, but isn't quite quick enough to meet you back inbed.

"You've ruined my surprise," he shakes his head as you pad down the stairs in nothing but his shirt and your fluffy lilac slippers.

"Bed's too cold without you," you respond, pulling out the barstool to sit down, "Besides if one of us spills syrup in the bed I'll be mad."

"Could be sexy," he winks at you.

"Or sticky."

"Most things that are sexy are sticky," he retorts.

"Touché."

After breakfast Robby just so happens to drive by the local animal shelter.

"You better be serious," you say as he pulls into the parking lot, "Because if I go in there, I'm walking out with a cat."

"Good thing the application went through and we're pre-approved to take one home today."

You grab the sides of his head and plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek, "Has anyone told you that you're the sexiest man on the planet?"

"You've mentioned that once or twice," he says, leaning in for a proper kiss, "But I am going to be standing firm on one only."

"We'll see about that."

Truly, Robby will be okay with whichever cat you choose. He leans against the wall, watching you talk excitedly with the volunteer about each cats personality, whose been there the longest. He lets you move from kennel to kennel, talking excitedly to each cat individually.

"Mikey, come here!" you beckon him over excitedly.

He crouches next to you peering into the bars. He laughs when he realizes why you were immediately drawn to the one inside.

"This the one?"

"How the hell are we going to leave him here?"

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"Where's the kitty?" Samira says as soon as you open the door, "You don't know how hard it's been for me to keep my mouth shut about this."

"I'm impressed," Jack nods.

"Did good, kid," Robby laughs, "I will not lie, I had no faith in you."

"You're all so mean to me," Samira pouts, accepting Robby's kiss in apology, "You better make it up to me. After I meet the new baby."

"We set him up in our bedroom," you say leading her up the stairs, "You're gonna love him."

In your room, the silver gray tabby cat is curled up inbetween the pillows. His eyes open at the intrusion and he yawns while stretching.

"Everyone," you say, unable to stop smiling as your new son starts to limp forward, "Meet Jack."

"Oh fuck off," Human Jack starts to laugh, "That's not his name."

"Shelter gave it to him," Robby says and you nod to confirm.

"Oh so you picked the one with my name?" He shakes his head.

You look at Robby, "He didn't notice."

Samira laughs, "Jack, baby, look at him."

The way Cat Jack is sitting currently makes it hard to see so you use you reach out, scratching his head until he falls onto his side exposing the stump where his left leg should be.

Jack's gaze softens and he walks forward, bending down to look at the semi-recent amputation site. Cat Jack sniffs his hand before flopping onto his back, exposing his belly.

"I'm taking him home."

"Jack, I love you, but I would kill you with my bare fucking hands before I let that happen."

"You don't know his needs like I do!"

"We'll learn."

"You two could just move in, brother." Robby says, sharing an amused look with Samira, "Ditch the bachelor apartment. We'll get new furniture, repaint, do whatever we need to make it yours."

A decade ago Robby had rented the basement suite to students for cheap. It's been unused for years.

"You're here most of the time, anyways," you add-on, "And the house is plenty big enough for us all."

"It is closer to work," Samira says as she scratches Cat Jack's chin.

"We'll think about it," Jack says with a smile, "But we gotta change this guys name first."

"Why?" Samira holds up Cat Jack next to Human Jack, "You look alike."

Your old men were both coming off a week straight of work, while you and Samira were in the middle of a few days off. This resulted in the two of you electing to pamper them for a day or two before you had to go back. You'd driven, practically throwing Jack out of the drivers spot because of his chivalrous nature.

"You know, Jack, at a certain point, not letting me drive is just misogynistic."

Jack snorts, "It's not that I don't trust you. I like to be drving when I'm in the car. I don't even like Robby in the front seat."

Robby, however, had no such qualms, stretching his long legs out on the centre console while Samira rests her head in his lap. He's not paying attention to your conversation, readers on as he swipes through whatever book he downloaded onto your e-reader as his hand lightly scratches at Samira's scalp whose eyes are already closing.

"Go be passenger princess, doll," you emphasize the nickname he uses for you, "Go nap, daddy will get us to the cabin in no time."

Eventually Jack relents, walking around the car to the seat next to you. You start the engine once you hear his seatbelt click, looking back in the rearview mirror.

"How long till those two pass out?" you ask as you start to back out.

"No chance they're awake by the time we hit the freeway."

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Some time later, you and Samira decide to reward your old men for working so hard.

You've got Jack under you as your leaning forward, using the headboard for leverage as you spear yourself on his cock. His stubble scratches at your chest as his face is buried in your tits.

Samira is in the exact same position - sorta. The plan was to ride the ER cowboys like god intended, which you were doing grunting as Jack's fingers dug into your hips to guide you along his shaft. Except Samira hates being on top. You'd told her she didn't have to, but she'd insisted.

Now, she was whining on top of Robby, hands braced on his shoulders as she tries to bottom out.

"Fuck, Robby, I think-I think, you're too big like this," her voice is strained.

It's not the first time Robby's heard that, "Yeah, princess? Gimme a second."

Robby is always careful during vaginal sex, it's too easy for him to really end up hurting his partners. He reaches down to get a fist between their bodies, creating a barrier for Samira that prevents her from going all the way down. His cock pulses at the touch, spurred on by the sound of your moans just a few feet away.

"There, sweetheart, try that."

Samira tries again, digging her knees into the bed as she rises up with no problem, but crying out when she slides down again. She whines, still uncomfortable but she gives a few more valiant bounces that make Robby's head fall back against the pillow. Meanwhile, he know's you've had your first orgasm by the way your shouts reach a crescendo.

"Everything good over there?" Jack asks as you're catching your breath, peppering kisses over his jaw.

"Think Mira's giving up," you giggle.

"Not giving up," she groans, "Just - he's too big."

Robby leans up, kissing her pouty lips.

"Mira, it's okay. You're our princess. You wouldn't be able to do it even if it were Jack."

She looks at you, offended, "Yes I could."

Both Jack and Robby laugh at that.

"Yes I could!"

"Wanna switch?" you ask.

You watch as she bites her lip, clearly not wanting to let you all get away with making fun of her but also trying to find a way out of this.

And so you end up crawling onto Robby's lap with a smile as you grab either side of his head.

"Hi, baby," you say as you lean down to kiss him, reaching down to line his cock up with you entrance, "Miss me?"

"Always, kid," Robby responds, groaning into your mouth as you sink down.

You waste no time, grinding down on him as you grind on him. You know each others bodies well by now, hips rolling against each other in rhythm as you work yourself closer to the edge.

Meanwhile, Samira is still struggling, looking at Jack with pleading eyes but still to proud to tell Jack he was right.

Jack sighs, "C'mon, Mohan you're killing me here."

But he's nothing if not a gentleman so in one fell swoop he flips Samira over, not giving her any time to recover.

The slam of the Samira's back against the mattress in combonation with yours and Robby's aggressive thrusts is the bedframe's final straw.

You can't hear the creak over all the noises between the four of you, but your stomach drops as the bed gives way underneath you, clinging to Robby.

"Shit, you say, as you catch your breath, "You okay, Michael?"

You try to move slowly, trying to untangle yourself from him.

"I'm good, sweetheart. You okay?"

You nod, "No, I mean, like, is your penis okay? I was literally sitting on it. It's not... broken is it?"

He shakes his head, "No, no I think I'm fine."

"What about you, Jack?" you turn around, looking at the silver haired man, "Any broken weiners over there?"

"No," he grunts, "I'm good over here."

"Well," Samira says, lifting herself up on her elbows, "Looks like we get to go bed shopping

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"That one's nice," Robby says, pointing to one of the frames on the website.

"No Robby, that one's tacky," you respond, swiping away to look at the other options, "I'll give you a list of which ones will look good and then you get final pick."

There are fewer premade bedframe options for Alaskan kings. Jack offered to make it from scratch, but since there was currently no bedframe at the cabin, you needed something a bit quicker. Until the frame came in there would be no cabin orgies, since the double bed in the guest room barely fit two people on it anyways.

"You can stop pretending you care about my opinion," Robby says, kissing your cheek.

"I care! It's your house, you get final say."

"Our house, sweetheart," he corrects, handing you his card, "Besides whatever you pick is going to be better than my taste anyways."

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Of course, when the bed does arrive it means that it must be broken in. It's huge, more with than enough space for the four of you to spread out. So what better way to celebrate the new addition than four you all to spend a weekend wrapped up in the sheets?

"Jesus fucking Christ, you're trying to kill me Rob," Jack pants as Robby's hovered over him, slowly sliding his thick cock into the smaller man inch by inch, taking his time.

"You're such a baby, Jack," you laugh as you reach down and run a soothing hand along his lower belly, pushing down every so slightly. The added pressure makes Jack's back arch off the bed.

"Easy for you to say, your bodies are made for this shit," his face is turning red with exertion.

You and Samira share a look.

"We've both done it before Jack," Samira says, running her fingers through his curls, "In front of you."

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here," Robby mutters, face completely flushed.

You kiss his cheek, feeling the warmth under your lips, "Don't be embarrased of your monster cock, Mikey. We all love it. Don't we Jackie?"

Jack doesn't answer, just moans as Robby slides deeper and deeper inside him.

You reach down, gripping the top of his dick, spreading around the precum with your thumb. Finally, Robby's hips are flush with Jack's. You reach up with your other hand, scratching your fingers through his beard, making a shiver run down his spine.

"Mira," Samira eyes snap away from where she's been entranced watching where your boyfriends are joined, "Wanna go sit on Jack's face? Give him something to focus on?"

She nodes, scrambling up the large bed. She's only wearing one of Robby's shirt's, Jacks face disappearing underneath it as she kneels on top of him.