#until then

Now, they just couldn’t have that, could they?

Dennis and Robby yelped as a hard thrust slammed upward, Jack angling his hip and leg just right so he could grind his cock head down on the spot that made Dennis see stars while smacking his and Robby’s balls together, the sudden pain from the contact shot pure pleasures straight up Robby’s glan and that almost made him come. Fucking asshole.

But then said asshole chuckled, a bit of manic laced in his voice, shaky breaths punched out of himself with each hard bucking of his hip.

“Is that what tripping you up today, huh? You think a girl would be able to handle all this cocks?”

Jack slammed into both of them again.

“Nah sweetheart, only real faggots can love each other like this.”

Fuck, the mouth on that man.

Robby could feel himself getting real close to his peak, surprised by the sudden foulness from Jack. It has been a while since he used it to goad an orgasm from his partners.

Robby was certainly no sissy about those terms, he loved it when he and Jack would sometimes hurled them at each other while balls deep inside, the insult affirmed and reclaimed their identities for them both.

But the thing was, they never discussed using it with Dennis prior, both haven’t had a clue to how the boy would react to be unexpectedly called a slur.

Although, judging from the mewling oh fuck, Jack, what the fuck, man that was ripped out of the boy, which was accompanied by breathy moans and hoarse whines, Robby was pretty sure they were fine, and their boy was a damn freak just like them.

But man, if Robby couldn’t be mean to Dennis like Jack, then he could still be a damn comforting presence and supporting figure that he always was to the kid. While also calling him slurs.

Welp, when in Rome.

“Aww, Denny, look at me, baby,” Robby summoned his best calming doctor voice for scared patients and coaxed Dennis from looking at his own forehead to hold Robby’s eye contact instead.

Dennis managed barely.

Then Robby heard his own voice and didn’t know why that calming chief attending rumbles sounded so patronising now.

“Do you really believe that, Denny? You really think you can be anything other than our little faggot baby?”

Right. That was probably why.

It still had its intended effect though, because Robby and Jack were joining Dennis’s cries as his hole was choking their shafts together, liquid spraying down their balls and pubes, trying to take them to where he currently was, and they were following right behind him.

Robby was pumping ropes into the boy as he absentmindedly recognized Jack’s babblings right below them.

“Yeah, that’s it, shoot all that fag seeds on our cocks, baby. Shit, you’re gonna knock us up, Den. You’re gonna- Fuck!”

After the three convulsed on each other‘s cocks for a minute straight, Dennis collapsed back into his boyfriends’ loving embraces, little voices in his head subdued somewhat from the orgasm and the sheer bizarreness of what made them come in the first place.

And the voices were silenced completely because he was too busy giggling from bearded mouths peppering light kisses onto his face, softly whispering about how they would ‘fuck the man back into him’ whenever the doubts and insecurities resurfaced.

The man snorted. If that came from anyone else, he would have decked them right in the mouth.

But it wasn’t anyone else. This was Jack and Robby and their weird brand of affirmation.

And Dennis felt only butterflies inside his belly from the certainty of his image in their eyes, the undoubtedly man he was in their mind, how they will sear it in his too if need be.

Dennis chuckled to himself as his lids grew heavier, breathing in the weirdly comforting smell of Robby and Jack and man and sex.