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The chair moved again, Liam’s legs lifting so he was bent in half, before the back lowered until he was lying flat.
“You okay?” Addy asked in a whisper against his ear. Liam nodded, moaning as King fucked him with the plug. “This is gonna get intense for a little bit. Not painful, but you’re going to want to come. But King doesn’t want that yet. So, use your hand to tap out when you’re nearly there, okay?”
“Yeah,” he rasped. His voice sounded like he’d swallowed a bucket of sand. Deep and raspy, he was so fucking turned on he was going cross-eyed.
Addy started talking again, explaining something about suction, and Liam’s cock flexed. He was harder than he’d ever been before, desperate for King to suck him off. But it wasn’t his cock that got a workout. Instead it was his hole, King pulling out the thick plug he’d been using. His hole clenched, empty and mourning the stretch. But King didn’t leave him waiting.
Another cool touch against his pucker and Liam bore down, this time the stretch morphing into a burn that had a cry leaving Liam’s lips. King’s heat was against his side, as the sharp stretch stung him. He bent, bringing their bodies close. Liam reached up, clutching him and tugging King closer. With one hand on his shoulder, King squeezed and murmured against his lips, “You’re doing so beautifully, baby. This is just as thick as my cock. You’re nearly ready for me.” It was what Liam needed to hear, the physical encouragement he needed.
“I need you,” Liam moaned.
“Soon.”
The chair moved again, Liam’s knees lowering and his legs falling open. He was on display for the entire room to see. Hole stretched tight around a fist-sized plug, his cock slick with pre-cum leaking in a steady stream. He loved it. Loved being naughty and revelling in being the centre of attention even if for only a moment. But the part he loved the most was King’s concentration on him and Addy’s soft touches and reassuring presence. The way that even though, there he was—a minor celebrity—capable of being recognized and his secrets exposed, King and Addy were there. Protecting him. But also making his fantasies come true. They were showing the world around them exactly who they wanted. And it was him. He was being cherished. Cared for. They were standing up saying they were with him. Not turning away. Not discouraging him. Not judging him for things he had no control over.
No, these two incredible human beings were giving Liam more than just a bloody great orgasm. They were claiming him as theirs.
Liam’s head spun and he sank further into the soupy float his body had drifted off into. Then it was there. Warm wetness like Addy’s pussy rubbing over his cockhead. Instinctively he thrust up, trying to get closer. Ooohs sounded in the background, and the gravelly moan from King spurred him on. He clenched around the monster in his arse and scrambled to get purchase so he could sink into Addy’s heat. His eyes sprung open, the spotlight almost blinding him, as heaven closed around his cock. But it wasn’t Addy’s pussy. She was right there, bending over him and whispering something in his ear. It was long and plastic, with nodules and ridges inside it. Warm and wet and tight. Liam shouted, his whole body shuddering as his hips punched forward, sinking deeper into the toy.
The vibrations started simultaneously. The ones in his arse hit his prostate and sent a lightning bolt through him straight to his balls. They drew up tight ready to fire off. The ones centred around his cock were different. It was more of a ripple like a wave. Suction and clenching at the same time as a milking sensation.
Oh fuck.Liam cried out, his body lighting up like he was made of neon.
His head fell back, his throat stretching. Liam gripped the chair, stopping him from slipping away, but Addy was right there. “It’s okay. We’re lowering the headrest. You’re hungry, yes? Want to be fed?”
The words didn’t make sense to Liam, but Addy’s fingers in his hair settled him even as his head fell back. Then King was there, kissing him. Liam reached up, threading his fingers through King’s hair, their tongues tangling as King’s chin scraped against his nose. The zip undoing was like a thundercrack. Liam moaned into King’s mouth, and King’s lips turned up in a smile against his own. “Feed it to me,” he begged.
King pulled away, and a moment later the soft skin of his sac was brushing up against his cheek. Liam breathed him in. King’s scent was like a drug, one he’d gratefully gotten addicted to. Slightly musky, the smell of sex from the pre-cum dripping from his slit, Liam lapped at his balls, sucking one in, then the other. Laving King’s sac with his tongue, Liam rode the high, loving the tensed muscles and moans he was ripping from King’s chest. Gripping his solid arse, Liam manoeuvred King where he wanted him—straddling his face. Liam licked a stripe down King’s cock and over his balls. He wanted to keep going. Wanted to taste King’s hole like he’d done for the first time only a week earlier, but King’s sexy-as-fuck pants were in the way, and Liam loved it.
He pushed King’s hips back, positioning his cock at Liam’s mouth. His man painted his lips with pre-cum, and Liam greedily lapped it up. He loved King’s taste, salty and tangy; it was the evidence that he was pleasing King. Just like the crazy power that those shoulder squeezes had over him, King’s pre-cum was an aphrodisiac.
He opened his mouth wide, and King pressed forward, his crown sliding along Liam’s tongue. Grasping his hips, Liam pulled him closer, taking King as deep as he could. His throat opened up, and Liam instinctively sucked in a breath, shuttling King’s cock deeper. He swallowed, his throat closing around the cock it wanted to swallow, and King shouted out.
It was too much far too quickly. King’s cock stretching his jaw, the vibrations in his arse, the suction on his dick. It coalesced until Liam was about to tip over the edge, chasing the high he was so close to. His body went rigid as the rushing in his balls catapulted him to the edge. Liam remembered King’s instructions and tapped his meaty butt. Instantly, the suction on his cock stopped, the toy getting yanked off him. But then King’s hand closed over him and Liam shouted again, his orgasm rushing through him. Jets of cum shot from his cock, coating his abs and chest. His chin.
King pulled back, his cock slipping from Liam’s mouth on a moan. King’s tongue traced the length of his body, setting every nerve ending alight even while the buzz from his orgasm sang through his veins. He leisurely stroked Liam’s cock, getting every last drop of cum out of him, stoking the fire simmering in him at the same time. His fingers trailed down his sac to the plug in his arse and slid it fractionally out before pumping it in again. Over and over, he fucked Liam’s channel with the toy, Liam’s cock going steely within seconds. More moving his body around. This time, his head came up and his body lifted until he was sitting once more, his knees up around his shoulders and spread even wider.
King moved to his front, slowly pulling out the toy, but before Liam could protest, he was there, the head of his cock pressing against his hole. Liam opened his eyes, King’s face the only thing in his field of vision. Liam reached for him, cupping his face and bringing their lips together.
“Come inside me, King. Make me yours.”
“You’ve always been mine and Adds’s, baby. You always will be. We love you.”
Addy’s hand slid through his hair, but Liam needed more. He reached for her wrist, bringing her hand to his lips and threading their fingers together as King pressed forward. Even with the toys and the plugs, his hole stretched tight. Farther than it had ever stretched before. The pinch turned into a burn and King paused, reading the tight lines around Liam’s eyes partially hidden by the mask. But Liam needed King inside him.
“More,” he gasped.
King bucked his hips forward, his crown popping through Liam’s resistance, and he paused. Liam hissed. Shuddered. Desire flowed through his veins like hot lava. If the storm in King’s dark eyes was any indication, he was under the same influence. Reaching between them for Liam’s cock, King stroked until he was hard again and ever so slowly pumped his hips forward until he was buried deep.
“You did it, baby. Took me all in. Fuck, you’re so beautiful, and all ours,” King uttered as he sucked a mark onto Liam’s collarbone.
He pulled back, dragging his cockhead over Liam’s prostate again and his body lit up. Over and over again, King’s movements were slow and calculated. Long, deep thrusts. Unhurried lovemaking that set Liam’s body on fire and sent his mind spinning. The whole time, Addy was connected to them too, holding his hand and brushing her fingers through his hair. King kissed him, languid strokes of his tongue against Liam’s. His orgasm rushed at him, careening through his body at the speed of light. Liam gasped and pulsed in King’s hand, the only warning before his consciousness whited out and star bursts exploded behind his eyelids. His body was picked up and carried. Higher and higher he rose until he was freefalling.
There was no hard landing, no bone-shattering crash. Instead, he slowly came back to himself in time for Liam to blink open his eyes and connect with King’s. His man only broke his stare to turn his gaze to Addy, before he stiffened in Liam’s arms and his cock throbbed. The heat of King’s cum inside him filled him, painting a tattoo-like mark on Liam’s body and his heart. King collapsed into his arms, and with his free hand, Liam cupped his face and brought King’s lips to his. They shared a slow kiss. Lazy and satisfied, Liam didn’t want to move. He never wanted King to pull out. To leave him empty again. But there had been a shift in him that night too. A moment when Liam had truly understood just what King and Addy would do to show him that he was theirs. To give him their hearts and tell the world he belonged.
Because it wasn’t just public sex that they’d just had. It was so much more.
When King’s softening cock slipped from his channel, Liam moaned, but King swallowed the sound. He flushed, heat crawling up his throat when King’s essence started to slip out of him, thick drips landing on the stage. There were cheers and whistles and still the dripping didn’t stop.
