Double Trouble ā Waxer and Boil
Masterlist [MDNI]
3. Threesome (heh) / NO CLONECEST, Alcohol use, smoking, recreational drug use, reader has a shitty friend, brotherly banter, multiple reader orgasms (to make up for last time), no proofread
Ā Absolute fucking bitch.
Ā What aĀ blithering fucking idiot --!
Ā You were parked in the vacant lot of your apartment, tapping incessantly on the dash of the taxi door as your eyes scanned the haphazard message that had slipped onto the small interface of your holo-comm, bouncing your leg as you read it over and over again.
Ā "Hey !! sorry girl, i can't make it out with you tonight :(("
Ā "Suuuper last minute, i know, but some things came up at my flat :/"
Ā You heard your cab driver hiss.
Ā "I hope this didn't ruin your evening, babe, have a good night !<3"
Ā Yeah fucking right.
Ā Someone might send a few lame-ass texts like that over a missed date or a change in plans, but you knew exactly what this was about.
Ā It was theĀ entireĀ reason you tried getting her miserable ass out of her flat in the first place.
Ā This was about her ex from the Ninth ring of Hell, likely making his guest-star debut in your friend's sheets for some reconciliation. Gods, it made your blood boil. She could be so damn stupid, Maker love her, and that idiot hardly has an ass-hair's amount of decorum to his name.
Ā You had half the mind to turn the taxi around and reprimand her yourself. All the bantha-shit you went through to arrange this skrag, and she can't even cancel plans in person? You hardly even wanted to do something like this anyway!
Ā "Hey!" The Bith taxi driver barked, an arm propped up on his seat to look at you as your head shot up from your comm. "You're shaking the cab."
Ā "Sorry," you apologized lamely as you ceased your idle leg-dribbling, pursing your lips as you glanced back down to send your girl friend a slew of messages she likely wouldn't see until morning, anyway.
Ā "Just--Ā C'mon, miss, I got other routes. Where am I takin' ya?" The cab driver exasperated.
Ā Frustrated, --Ā beyondĀ that now -- you look up to give the cab driver an agonizing blink before relenting with a sigh of your own. "Yeah, just... take me to that address."
Ā With an exaggerated roll of his large black eyes, the Bith faced forward once more, taking the steering into his large hands to navigate out of the dim, empty lot into the skylanes.
Ā You should've known she'd opt out. She wanted to forget her ex in the simplest way possible; Another man.
Ā Verbatim!Ā Ver-ba-tim.Ā
Ā You could pull your hair out, stressing over how you were going to tell these two strangers about this. It would've been much simpler for you if she'd been looking to hook-up with two Coruscanti randoms pulled out of a hat, butĀ no, she wanted to fuck a goddamn soldier.
Ā Oh, yeah, just those six-foot-tall, two-hundred-somethin' pound, genetically enhanced, built-like-a-brick-shithouse soldiers. There's a load of them, how hard can it be?
Ā Very fucking hard, unless you stood outside on the corners near Clone bars, hoping a fucking convoy of them passes you in a cab.
Ā There were a myriad of variables. Serviceman shore leave on Coruscant was always brief, this was especially the case for clones. Where a citizen might have allowances, the clones had a grain of it. They had curfews, protocol, check-ins, too, far more rigid than the typical standard, you assumed. They weren't seen as citizens, not even second-class -- military equipment -- and they had their limitations.
Ā And you worked withĀ two of themĀ to make sure this shit panned-out --
Ā -- For a friend that ditched you for some chump and his chapped pecker. Unreal.
Ā You weren't entirely off the hook, either, you were pretty enthusiastic about this during the week before tonight, egging yourself on to ease your nerves. The profound guilt was there, a ball of lead behind your sternum, yet fluttering with excitement any time you toyed with the notion of sleeping with a clone.
Ā You weren't blind; They were goddamn hot!
Ā It didn't matter if their duraplast was splattered with heinously clashing colors, or if their hair was dyed or trimmed oddly, the bastards must know they could get away with it. You'd gone to the clone bar, The 79's, only a few times with your friends, witnessed a few clones dressed-down out of their armor, sans-helmet, baring their tattoos, scars, implants, cybernetic eyes or whatever feature made them stand out from theirĀ 'standard issue'Ā brethren, even if it was only for a handful of hours.
Ā For crude military equipment with strict limitations, the clones seem to let loose better than anyone you've ever met. Perhaps that was the paradox. The 79's is definitely a good place to people-watch.
Ā So you stupidly agreed to this "two-man" as she called it, and now you were en-route to the rendezvous, spending your credits on this shitty cab and this shitty room, for absolutely nothing. The ride to the motel was short, your driver's tense silence made it no less awkward for you.
Ā Honestly, you paid it no mind. There was far worse things to worry about, for instance, having to reject two servicemen at the last bleeding minute.
Ā It wasn't long until the cab pulled off the skylane, drifting out of the saturated luminescence that baptized every inch of Coruscant's night-life, blinking magenta and pulsing blues flickering across the dash and your lap. It faded away as the taxi pulled into a darker lane off the main route, down a skylane that was more seedy than a lower-level cantina.
Ā You were sure that numerous public officials had utilized the secrecy of backwater motels and hostels below Coruscant's surface level, maybe even that fat creep, Senator Free Taa. From what you understood, they had all a matter of lecherous perversions, one way or another.
Ā Might make for a good story over a drink if you spotted one, you mused as the taxi pulled to a stop. The Bith glanced at you through the rear-view expectantly, hardly bothering to turn around to receive his pay, let alone speak or wish you a safe night.Ā No, just extended an open palm to accept his credits.
Ā Jerk-off.
Ā Without a word yourself, you dropped your credits into your sour-breathed chauffeur's waiting hand before promptly exiting the cab, feeling the taxi's repulsorlift sink and jostle as you stepped out onto the tarmac. The incessant twat pulled off before you could fully close the door --Ā what-the-kriff-ever.
Ā It dawned on you then, the next tooth to be pulled, as you reluctantly made your way across the open pavement, utterly vacant, save for a few speeders and shanty little crotch-rockets. You could admit to yourself you felt paranoid as all hell walking across the empty lot toward the rental room, the setting doing little to put you at ease. It might've been less nerve-wracking to have company with you, you thought bitterly, gnawing into your cheek as you withdrew your comm from your pocket to briefly check if anything had changed.
Ā No messages.Ā Lucky bitch was probably riding that asshole into the horizon.
Ā More likely than not, the troopers were already there, punctual as ever, your palm were already damp as you mentally prepped yourself to let them down easy, preening yourself in the reflection of the transparisteel window as you walked along the array of rooms.
Ā Two-fifteen, two-fourteen, thirteen...Ā There!Ā Two-twelve.
Ā You let a sigh waft from your nose as you went to punch-in the code you'd been sent, only for the door swish open with a pneumatic whir, the threshold engulfed by a hulking silhouette a head taller than yourself.
Ā Well, you at least anticipated that.
Ā The pair of you stood there in silence for a moment, both parties unsure of what to say as you both gawked at each other. Clean-shaven, save for a handle-bar mustache, and a head of tight black curls kept tame with standard trim you saw on most clones. He was dressed-down from the waist up, a black GAR-issued body-glove fitted to his lean form as he leaned into the door frame.
Ā "You, uh... hiding your friend?" He asked roughly, his thick brows pulling together as he glanced around you, ducking out of the room to look up and down the walkway.
Ā What else were you supposed to say? As of right now, you felt like a Corellian hooker.Ā
Ā "So, I um..." you began, trailing off as your neck flushed, words failing you.
Ā The other suspect of the night poked his head out from around the corner of the refresher further in the hotel room past the two double-beds, dressed-down in a similar manner, save for his white and orange-swatched duraplast armor from the waist down.
Ā "Boil, what are ya doin'? Let 'er insideĀ for spit's sake,"Ā the other trooper chuffed, seemingly annoyed with his comrade's protocol.Ā "She bought the room, anyway,"Ā you heard him add under his breath from the other room. He seemed to have a shaven head, with just a soul-patch of hair under his full bottom lip. That was the most you could tell from a glance as you stepped into the hotel room, swallowing thickly as the door was shut and locked down behind you.
Ā The hotel room was rather plain, a mirror for the closet doors, two queen beds, and a bedside table between them. The HoloTV was mounted on the wall, and you didn't think there would be much use for it.
Ā The first trooper perched himself on the corner of the bed with a huff, the plates of his cuisses clacking together as he settled, looking at you expectantly.
Ā Maker,Ā how do you even begin with this?
Ā "So... my friend canceled," you decided to just blurt out, shifting your weight between either leg as you swayed in the middle of the room, arms folded. The interjection brought the other trooper out of the bathroom, a perplexed look donning his features. His comrade echoed his expression.
Ā "The reason for it doesn't matter," you sighed, reaching up to idly scratch your scalp. "I just wanted to tell the pair of you in person..." it sounded stupid, saying that aloud now, "...I'm sure the pair of you went through some trouble to arrange this with us."
Ā The two troopers glanced at each other with an inscrutable expression, your eyes drifted to the plates of armor that were stacked in the armchair in the corner, their helmets that were set down with care beside it. One had a red tack painted over the brow, a crude symbol painted on the side. The other had tally marks and a broad orange stripe going over it.
Ā "Ah, well... It's alright ma'am," the second clone butted in, drying his damp hands off on the front of his body-glove, right over the dark gray cog. "Well -- shit, where are our manners -- I'm Waxer, and this pouting lump is Boil."
Ā "I ain'tĀ pouting," Boil retorted after you introduced yourself in turn, a frustrated growl gilding the clone's tone. "You knowĀ damn wellĀ how much trouble we went through just to get the credits for that spotchka. And that's not to mention, you weren't the one that had to make excuses to Commander Cody."
Ā Waxer rolled his eyes in a dramatic display, hooking his thumbs onto his utility belt as he shot Boil a look of dismay. Before either of them could continue in their verbal sparring match, you abruptly spoke up.
Ā "Look, you both can have the hotel room to yourselves, keep the alcohol," you paused briefly, fishing-out the dented tin in your bag to toss onto the bed. Boil plucked it up between three long fingers, thumbing it open as you continued, huffing to himself as he caught a whiff of the strong-smelling herbal cigarras in the tin. Gods, you were pissed, it would've been a damn good night.
Ā "W-Wait, wait, wait -- " Waxer began, waving his hands in a display of disagreement. "You bought this room, arranged this entire thing, came all this way --"
Ā "Dolled up like a holo-star, might I add," Boil interjected, leaned over to one side with an elbow perched on his knee, idly stroking his mustache.
Ā " -- just to go home and forfeit... this?" Waxer didn't seem to have a better word for it, his lips fumbling around the letter 'm' like he was about to say 'mission.' Cute.
Ā "It's nothing against you two, just seemed rude to cancel plans over the frequency," you shrugged, shifting your weight as Boil stood up to retrieve that aforementioned bottle of spotchka on the bathroom counter.
Ā "We don't take offense to that, ma'am, just seemed like a waste of your time," Waxer replied, fighting something like a smile off his face. "I think it was rather nice of you."
Ā What were you supposed to say to that?
Ā "So, your friend," Boil began once more, pouring out a shot's-worth of spotchka into one of the paper water cups that came with the room, looking at you through the mirror. "May I ask what she canceled for?"
Ā Your shoulders sagged about two inches as a ragged, exaggerated sigh raked itself out of your throat,Ā "Don't get me started..."Ā You figured you could spare the preliminary details, accepting the shot of spotchka from Boil as he strode over to hand it off. "I'm working off a hunch, but I'm sure she ditched to sleep with her ex," you remarked regrettably, tipping your head back as you knocked back the spirit with a deep breath. "She is the one that pitched all this..."
Ā Waxer blew a raspberry as he snickered to himself, Boil mirrored his grin as he poured you another shot casually, "Is he more handsome than us, or something?"
Ā "Boil --!" Waxer's amusement blanched, wary.
Ā You snorted yourself, looking up from your shot to shake your head. "Making a comparison to thatĀ wet skugĀ would be an insult to the pair of you. She's missing out..."
Ā There was a pregnant beat of silence as you took the second shot, unable to see the thoughtful glance passing between the two batch-mates as you did, your expression soured by the lukewarm liquor on your tongue. Not that the bar was low, even if it was, these boys seemed pleasant on their own... save for Boil's wimpering.
Ā "In what sense?" Waxer prompted as you swallowed the taste of the spotchka from your tongue. You'd shrug, wetting your lips absentmindedly as Boil took the soggy paper cup from your fingers, nearly making a point to let his touch linger in the exchange.
Ā Before you could think of an honest answer aside from comparing the troopers to some common skeeve recieving charity work, Boil spoke up, interrupting Waxer's inquiry, "The night never had to end there, ma'am. You put all that effort in, you ought'a at least get something back."
Ā Granted it took you a moment to catch on to what was being said, watching Boil's fingers fold the damp cup into halves. That heat on the back of your neck returned, a sudden lurch in your loins as you realized you were alone in a pre-ordered back-alley motel room with two soldiers of the Grand fucking Army.
Ā To hell with her, and to hell with biting off more than you could chew. You were irritated, waist-deep in a dry-spell, and those two shots had somewhat loosened your inhibitions. Nothing like the watered-down skrag at the clone bars.
Ā "Kriff it," you chuffed, flattening your hair as you swept your hand back and shrugged. You were already here, gobbling up their precious spare-time.
Ā After passing a triumphant grin between each other, Waxer and Boil sat you down to get the bottle to its dregs.
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Ā The progress of the spotchka bottle had been a slow crawl between the three of you.
Ā Stories were swapped as you sat on the bed together, personal tales contested between the two brothers -- you learned that the clones trulyĀ didĀ refer to each other as brothers. Seeing as most of their stories weren't public domain, you agreed to keep it all confidential, and thus learned about their unit, their commander, as well as a few battles while they removed the rest of their armor and toed off their boots.
Ā In exchange, you told them of the trivial things in your own world.
Ā Do you really have single-stall showers? You only need to get a physical once every six months? Do the civvies you know like us?Ā Among other rather devastating inquiries, you decided things needed to shift as you breached the latter quarter of the bottle. Boil and Waxer decided -- not without a back-and-forth -- that they could both risk the herb cigarras after the bottle seemed to have a mild buzz-like affect on them; Your only assumption for that would be their ravenous metabolism. The cigarras seemed to do it for them anyway, bringing Waxer and Boil onto your level as you shrugged out of your sweater and kicked off your shoes. The smoke wafting thick in the room nearly gave you a mild second-hand.
Ā As you finished off the bottle, Waxer had occupied his fingers with the ridge of your spine through your shirt, strumming away with his two centermost digits. It was a thoughtless motion, you confirmed it as you snuck a peak at him through the mirror on the closet doors, zoned-out on your profile as Boil lazily gestured through a story with the roach pinched at the ends of his fingers.
Ā Blame the alcohol or the second-hand, or even the lingering coals of your ire toward your friend, but you were tremendously emboldened. Reaching back with a slight and imperceptible lean, you let your hand travel to the top of Waxer's thigh, feeling the corded muscle through his body-glove flinch upon contact as you flattened your palm.
Ā Your eyes shifted back to Boil, and it was easy to let your mind wander with his current position. Leaned back on one hand, the butt of the cigarra in his other, smoking from one side. His throat would bob under his light stubble when he swallowed, the heave of his chest through the black compression suit caught your eyes without fail, especially since they'd rid themselves of the remainder of their armor.
Ā You'd managed to keep your eyes from their groins for the most part, but once the codpieces had been forgone, you were sneaking numerous glances. Your hand had roved up Waxer's thigh absentmindedly as your mind kept rolling, cupping his bulge through the front of his 'blacks' as his legs subtly parted. Waxer's hand quietly found your forearm as he gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist, a silent plea for you to remain put.
Ā HeĀ mustĀ be insane.
Ā While Boil went on, your grip on Waxer would tighten until he twitched, hearing his audible gulp as his cock throbbed to life in your hand, the reaction caused your heart to skip as you rolled his clothed balls between your fingers.
Ā "Boil, could I show you something?" You hummed after a thoughtful moment, interjecting his story with a smirk flirting upon your lips, batting your lashes as you blinked slowly in your drunken buzz.
Ā You could see how Boil seemed to realize where he'd forgotten himself in his intoxication, his mahogany-brown eyes focusing on you once again with a nod as he shut his mouth. With pursed lips, you'd gesture to the roach in his hand until Boil brought it to your lips with callused fingers.
Ā He watched intently as you pulled it in with your mouth and tongue like you'd shown them, eyes flickering to meet you when you withdrew with fluttering cheeks, beckoning him with raised brows. Boil caught on with a throaty chortle, none-the-wiser of his brother being fondled to full hardness at your back as he ducked his head to your own, parting his lips expectantly.
Ā The thick smoke of the herbal mix wafted from your lips as you parted your jaw, pressing the muddy ball of smoke from your mouth into Boil's as he struggled to fully inhale the shotgun, a groan trapped itself in his throat, echoing Waxer's as you palmed at the end of his erection. Only then did Boil fully understand what you were doing, withdrawing as tendrils of smoke dissolved around his mouth, exhaling the most of it past his nostrils as he cocked his head to get a better look at the scene before him.
Ā You could feel Waxer rest the crown of his head against your shoulder, his hand having completely fallen away from your wrist as his breath puffed down your bare arm, only stopping to gulp against his parched throat.
Ā "Fuckin' sithspit,Ā n' here I thought you were shy," Boil commented with a snort, blowing out the rest of the smoke as he stubbed out the cherry in the ash tray. He'd take the bottle from your other hand for a swig himself -- for confidence, perhaps -- before getting up on his knee, a foot planted on the ground to tower over you.
Ā Boil took your jaw in a firm pinch, pouring at least two-shots-worth of alcohol down your tongue, muttering,Ā 'We're gonna need it, doll,'Ā as you swallowed it down. At this point, you could hardly taste the sting of it.
Ā "Look alive,Ā verd'ika,"Ā Boil ground out as he withdrew from you, patting Waxer's cheek until his head peeled back from your shoulder, opening his mouth and tipping back to let Boil pour the dregs of the bottle in. Once he'd finished, swallowing the liquor with a curled lip, he cursed Boil in that same odd language you couldn't pinpoint -- you only knew it was a curse with the way he'd spat it out defensively.
Ā "He might just be jealous of us, Waxer," you reasoned, a slur clinging to your voice as you attempted to placate him. Boil simply snorted, setting the bottle down as he joined the pair of you on the bed, steering you by a forefinger on your jaw to face him as he scoffed.
Ā "Like fuckin' hell,"Ā Boil declared, before sealing the seam of his mouth to your own, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue as you reciprocated him in kind, thumbing at Waxer's head through his body-glove as you tilted your head opposite of Boil's. When Waxer latched the wet heat of his open-mouthed kisses across your shoulder towards your throat, you could only imagine he'd felt as if he was missing out as well.
Ā As he did, his scarred hand found your own on his clothed cock, bringing you away from his throbbing erection, up to his waistband. With his aid, you managed to slip a hand into the garment, feeling the bed jostle slightly as Waxer rolled his blacks down his hips enough to give you easier access. As he sprang out of the confines of his compression suit, your guts lurched and roiled behind your womb, flushing you to the tips of your ears.
Ā Just as you began to regret agreeing to sleeping with not one, but fuckingĀ twoĀ immaculately endowed clones, Boil's tongue pressed past your teeth to stroke along your own,Ā finallyĀ prying the moan he was foraging for from your throat wantonly. The noise had Boil on you in a moment, his hand enclosing around your throat, the corners of your jaw pressed between his thumb and forefinger, brows pinched together as he wrestled your tongue for dominance.
Ā Waxer had been more than content with his current arrangement, bucking into your hand as you rolled your damp palm over his shaft, sucking and biting mosaic hickeys into the crook of your shoulder, a gentle hand moving your hair aside. Remembering himself, he let his left hand drift between your legs, past your leather skirt as your thighs welcomed his path earnestly.
Ā When Waxer's fingers met the slick seam against the lace of your panties, he swore to the stars he could've keeled over there and then, allowing his debrief to roll from his tongue in the language Cody had passed on to them. Boil caught it with a growl, echoing his brother's comment in a tone dripping like candied fruit when he pulled back from your lips with a string of saliva, "You're fuckin'Ā drippingĀ for us, doll, s'that right?"
Ā Your response was a garbled moan as Waxer strummed the slick fabric of your panties aside with his middle finger, experimentally running that same digit up and down the seam of your folds with a mumbled praise as his cock jumped in your hand.
Ā "Answer us, sweetheart," Boil commanded gently, guiding your eyes back to him by your jaw as you swallowed hard.
Ā "Uh-huh,"Ā you confirmed, rolling your tongue over your swollen lips as Waxer dipped his middle finger into your dripping pussy, scraping his teeth against your shoulder as the grip of you passed his second knuckle.
Ā Your thighs parted on their own volition, the vice of your fingers tightening around Waxer's base as he squirmed beside you, nipping frames around the marks he'd left as he watched Boil lift your shirt through his lashes. No words needed to be said as Waxer pulled back from you, allowing Boil to pull your shirt over your head, the frigid chill of the old air conditioner erecting your bared nipples within seconds, remedied by the hot cradle of Boil's palms as his mouth recaptured your own.
Ā With your throat free, Waxer latched himself to your pulse, nipping and leeching a mark into your pulse as he added a finger into your cunt, thrusting his wrist into you with a slow, calculated rhythm as his blunt fingers searched deep within you.
Ā "She's s'fuckingĀ tight," Waxer ground out flattening his palm to the warmth of your mound as his mouth pulled back from your throat. Boil did the same, withdrawing from where he'd occupied himself with your mouth for a gulp of air, twisting both of your nipples between your fingers to draw out another strained noise from your drooling tongue.
Ā "Hng~Ā I can only imagine,Ā vod,"Ā Boil mused aloud, running his tongue along his full lips as he observed you from above, the strain of his cock leaving a wet patch on his body-glove. One of his hands drifted from your breasts to skim over your hips, you were a bit too distracted by the rhythmic pair of fingers in your cunt to realize what exactly Boil was doing until he pulled your comm from your pocket with a triumphant snicker. Just as Waxer's thumb found the swollen bud of your clit.
Ā You could've fuckingĀ criedĀ in relief.
Ā "I've been working off a hunch myself," Boil chortled to himself, earning a perplexed look from his brother as he thumped his way into your comm-link, his other hand still occupied at your teat. "What would your little friend think if she really knew what she missed out on, eh?"
Ā Your mind caught on to what Boil had been insinuating, even as Waxer scrambled your mind with the thorough, consuming pace of his longest fingers knuckle-deep within you, and his complementary thumb drawing tight circles around your clitoris. Just as Boil raised his arm over the three of you, ensuring all of you were in-frame, your free hand reached over to palm over the damp spot under the tent in his body-glove as the holo-still was taken.
Ā You would've thought Boil had been punched in the stomach by the way he blenched away from your touch, his eyes fleeting back to meet your own as his hand fled your waistband to flatten your palm to his clothed erection.
Ā "I'm not going anywhere, take my skirt off," you retorted, all while writhing your hips into Waxer's palm, desperate to feel anything more on your skin as it already burned like hellfyre.
Ā Boil audibly groaned as he folded to his knees onto the floor, obeying your breathy command instinctively as his legs gave out before he fully understood, removing your socks swiftly as Waxer withdrew from your cunt long enough to peel your skirt down your legs. His brother would pull it the rest of the way past your knees and down your calves to be lackadaisically tossed aside, allowing Boil to duck between your doughy thighs with a muted moan as his hands skimmed up your calves.
Ā Waxer would opt to peeling his shirt up from his abdomen and over his head to join the rest of your clothes, shedding his pants along with it as you grappled his thigh for purchase. "These walls are thin, hon', you gotta keep it down for us."
Ā Boil chuffed into your inner thigh as he nipped a deliberate path upwards to your sex, shooting his brother a stern look as he quirked a brow; "Shut her up then,Ā vod."
Ā Waxer was slow to the realization, evidently tranquilzed by the entire situation as his eyes fell to you again. With a confirming nod, you laid back on the bed as Waxer shuffled up toward your head, running a hand down his face with a puff of air as your lips parted. Swollen, your waiting tongue and wide eyes, Waxer could've lost it right there while he spread your arousal over himself, biting his own tongue until he drew blood as he slowly guided his cock into your mouth.
Ā One of your hands found its way to his bare thigh as your lips closed around his tip, feeling his muscles shudder with an accompanying whimper as Waxer's hand went to your hair. Just as he thought he'd stabilized himself, even under the roll of your searing tongue, Boil abruptly licked a flat stripe up the seam of your pussy and ended it with a sealed suction around your clit. Overstimulated, nearly brought to the edge already, Waxer could only assume how agonized you were.
Ā When you began to hum and whine around the tender head of him, however, all sympathies dissolved within seconds as his hips bucked into your mouth on their own volition, the sensation of your throat repelling him with a gag damn-near had him.
Ā Boil was utterly lost himself, occasionally scraping his teeth against your swollen clit after pummeling you with his tongue until your legs quaked around his head. He pawed at you greedily, stealing glances at the way you'd attempt to swallow Waxer down, or try to breathe around his irregular thrusts.Ā Fuck,Ā it made him throb.
Ā So, as he buried his face into your puffy vulva, Boil fished himself out of his body-glove to pump himself slowly, drawing his pleasure out as he watched you writhe and shudder from under his lashes as he fucked his fist. All while multi-tasking, Boil brought that comm-link of yours out with an extended arm, snapping another few stills to document their progress before setting it aside to pet the tremors from your thighs.
Ā Waxer looked absolutely debauched from your point of view, eyes crested with tears as he tried to hold back, only your sustained eye-contact kept him at-ease as he thrusted against your tongue. That language of theirs was constant on their lips, passing between each other every so often before another change was made.
Ā Suddenly, Waxer withdrew himself from your mouth with a pained expression, his cock an angry shade as he shuffled back on the bed, gently taking you along. Boil joined you, clambering over you rather gracefully for such a large male, setting himself on his knees between your legs before muttering something else to Waxer. Like it was rehearsed, you were carefully flipped over onto your hands and knees, feeling the mattress dip and shift as they both adjusted you accordingly.
Ā You had absolutely no qualms with it, your throat tight as you tried to anticipate what they had in-store for you, and for a moment, you didn't think they even knew -- until you saw Boil through the mirror. Sat-up on his knees behind your presenting form, the hem of his shirt pulled up over his abdomen as he took his cock in hand.
Ā That was when you felt him rub himself over your ass, tapping at you experimentally like all men seemed to -- "Not tonight," you answered, when you caught Boil glancing at you inquisitively through the mirror. His chagrin was short-lived with the promise of another occasion, smirking to himself as he redirected to your dripping cunt.
Ā Boil spoke to Waxer in that language once again, a complicated, yet pretty tongue that made your breath seize as you tried to understand it. Waxer only nodded in confirmation before glancing down at you, taking your cheeks in the cradle of his palms as he lowered your top half into his lap.
Ā You were forming your lips to inquire what they were saying before Boil filled you in one bruising, yet slick rush, plunging into the depths of your walls with a shuddering moan as his hands found their vice on your hips. Boil took a moment, swirling himself into your cunt as you gaped for air in the musk of Waxer's bare groin, drunkenly squirming to meet the coarse hair at Boil's base before he set a ravenous pace. Slow and hard, his balls slapping against you each time he bottomed out.
Ā A gentle, yet engulfing hand on your nape guided your head toward Waxer's velvety cock, stiff against your cheek as you gawked from Boil's consuming pace. When Waxer managed to coax himself into your mouth, remaining shallow as you struggled to breathe around Boil's thrusts, you could hear that familiar,Ā 'ch-klick!'Ā of your comm's still sound effect going off as Boil snuck another picture.
Ā "Y'feel soĀ fucking good, sweetheart," Boil moaned overhead, running his palm over your spine as his hips drove into you relentlessly, pushing you further up onto Waxer's cock as he graciously held your hair out of the way.
Ā Waxer cursed again with a low hiss, mumbling a string of phrases in their tongue as his head dropped back on his shoulders.Ā "I could live in your fuckin' mouth, hon',"Ā he huffed carding your hair back when his praise doubled your efforts, a hand managing its way to Waxer's balls.
Ā "You gotta try her from here,Ā vod,"Ā Boil wheezed from behind you, pausing his rhythm momentarily to nudge your legs further apart, applying a small pressure to the small of your back before resuming, punching lewd cries from your lungs as Boil fucked up into you.
Ā "I fully intend on it," Waxer sighed, his shoulders shaking as you mewled around his cock. "Give it to her good, sheĀ fuckin' lovesĀ that..."
Ā Boil took Waxer's report with an affirming nod, his pace unrelenting, unchanging as he pounded into that tender spot within you, slightly to the left of your cervix. It was easy go angle himself there, brows knitted in focus as he honed in, Boil groaned as your walls sucked and repelled him with every insatiable thrust.
Ā When he was sure he had you right, he brought a hand around your hip to snake between your thighs, calculatedly drawing tight circles around your swollen, oversensitive clit until you quaked. Waxer echoed your muted moan with a response, and Boil joined the rally as you pulsed and clamped around him, breathing frantically as that violent hellfyre raged in your guts, damn-near cramping uncomfortably until you climaxed with an unforgiving snap.
Ā As you cried out around Waxer's tip, you felt yourself gush and run between your legs, catching on Boil's pubic hair as he kept himself seated for a moment to feel you. You could feel him fight the urge to keep moving until he withdrew with a haggard sigh, shifting away from you on the bed.
Ā "Iviin'yc,Ā before she settles," Boil advised, giving your ass a few pats as his brother took his place. Inquisitive, Waxer drew two of his fingers through your slippery folds before bringing them to his mouth, treating himself as he watched Boil rearrange you onto your back.
Ā "Might be easier this way, hm?" Boil placated you, pushing you hair back on your head as Waxer lowered himself, cupping your ass to maneuver you onto his cock. Once notched, Waxer slowly,Ā slowlyĀ sank into your fluttering clutch, slack-jawed and shell-shocked as his blown pupils drifted over your bare frame like a carved statue from Naboo.
Ā "Keep looking at me," Waxer whined, his abdomen visually clamping as he brought your legs over his arms, holding your lower half up as he sat up on his knees to thrust into you. As you watched Waxer bite into his lower lip, Boil entered your watery periphery with a hungry look, nodding to you pointedly as he lowered his cock to your mouth with a thumb.
Ā Going back on what he'd said, Boil might be right about that angle thing.
Ā Your only confirmation was a silent one, parting your lips to welcome Boil onto your tongue next, glancing between Waxer's flushed, intoxicated expression of desperation, and Boil's insatiable infatuation with how much you could take. You found out you could take quite a decent amount of him like this, letting Boil angle your head and cradle your neck as your weight distributed oddly with each of Waxer's thrusts when his pace quickened.
Ā Distracted by the taste of yourself on Boil's member, you hadn't been able to anticipate Waxer's abrupt bites and open-mouthed kisses on the insides of your knee, pulling your calves over his shoulders as he used your weight to pound into you, fighting to gather your attention away from his brother, even if Boil was halfway down your throat. Their banter might be your end.
Ā A few strokes over your clit, and you were done for once again, shaking and spasming around Waxer's pulsing cock as you choked around Boil's. Neither of them relented. Boil held your head tight, keeping you huffing for air at the base of his cock as Waxer chased his end, dripping pearls of sweat across your heaving ribs until he pumped himself into your walls, stream after devastating stream.
Ā As soon as he had, Boil yanked your mouth off his cock and flipped you back over, allowing you optimal air-flow as you coughed and gagged around thick saliva, swallowing it down as you gasped for air, feeling Boil pet your hair out of your eyes.
Ā "Did she come?" You heard him ask Waxer.
Ā In the silence, accompanied by Waxer's heaving breaths, you assumed he nodded his head.
Ā In the next moment, you were manhandled across Boil's lap, wide-open with your legs strewn over his thighs. Waxer was on his knees, watching as your cunt hypnotically swallowed every inch of his brother's member, fluttering and sucking at him. Your head fell back over Boil's shoulder when Waxer attached himself to your clitoral hood, encircling your engorged, abused clit precisely with the tip of his tongue as Boil slowly rocked into you.
Ā "One o' these days, we'll have to get you to take us both at the same time, sweetheart," Boil mumbled into your ear, nosing at the shell of it before lowering his mouth to buckle marks into the opposite side of tour neck, unoccupied until now. His hands remained busy, stroking up and down your body, twirling your erect nipples cruelly in tandem with his occasional nips.
Ā "Need this on a damn holo-reel," Waxer commented briefly, before returning to his task, despite your agonized cries of pleasure while you trembled.
Ā "Helmet's been on the whole time,Ā vod,"Ā Boil added lowly with a snickers of his own, "Audio, at the least."
Ā Waxer huffed, gently pulling your clit between his teeth until you shouted and bucked, "Less incriminating than visual," he japed.
Ā "Shut up," Boil bit back, swatting his brother away so he could switch gears, pushing you forward in his lap as Waxer stood from the floor.
Ā As Boil pounded into you below, punching explicit and damning moans from your lungs with abandon, callused fingers finding your clit once more to finish you in tandem with himself. It would hardly be a feat, but it felt damn-near impossible as you thrashed in Boil's lap, wheezing for air until Waxer captured your frantic moans in his mouth, forcing you to breathe through your nostrils.
Ā All of their added ministrations in tandem vaulted you over the edge with a sharp sob, sinking your nails into Waxer's arms for purchase as Boil ground you down into his pelvis like he could mold himself to your insides -- evidently relishing in you, if that strange curse had anything to say -- until he allowed Waxer to pull you away and up the bed.
Ā You were utterly boneless, understandably, and the pair of them were obliged to take care of you at this point.
Ā Boil reluctantly rolled off the bed with a limp in his gait toward the refresher as Waxer preened you, fixing your hair and wiping away the sweat and fluids from your face until Boil returned with a hot, wrung-out rag to clean you up. Wiping at your face first, he worked his way down until he thoroughly cleaned your inner thighs and carefully navigated your sensitive sex.
Ā The pair of them still found amusement in the way you'd jump upon contact.
Ā Waxer figured it would be a better -- and cleaner -- idea to transfer you to the unsullied bed, touched from their sun without a single wrinkle in the fabric. With careful hands, he pulled your nude for into his arms with ease, carrying you over to tuck you into the other bed under clean sheets as Boil briefly took advantage of the hot water.
Ā Hardly anything else was said between the three of you, not even when Boil joined you two on the opposite side. You didn't mind it, wrapped up in their warm embrace, fucked-out of your mind... you drifted off under their spotchka-tainted breaths in minutes.
Ā Their warmth lingered in the early morning when you awoke to an empty bed. You paid no mind to the confused and backhanded messages from your friend manifesting in an array on your comm-link in response to your amateur photo-op last night.
Ā Hell no.
Ā Your sleep-swollen eyes smiled on that torn piece of flimsi with the frequency number scribbled down, signed by two haphazard winky faces and a,Ā 'Get home safe, hon'. Reach us anytime,'Ā written below it.
Footnotes : Tumblr was seriously trying my life with this one I POSTED ON AO3 A WHOLE HOUR AGOOO, the site crashed like four times when i tried to paste my work here i was abt to just go to bed LOL anyway, here yall go, i hope this one is better than yesterday's. Hunter's prompt may come later today too, but trust, i will prevail regardless
dividers by @uzmacchiato and @strangergraphics
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