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Leeroy decided that he’ll let Liam have his fun, let him have it before he’d fucking break him into tiny pieces, break his ego so much that he’ll finally stop with that attitude. In the meanwhile though, he had to keep himself busy, and what a nice coincidence that Maxim practically just got ditched by Liam. He sat on the bed, and invited Maxim to sit on his lap, which the latter did without asking any question.
They didn’t even had the time to start kissing that Liam was already making Keith moan again, as loudly as before if not more. A quick glance to their left was all they needed to understand why exactly Keith was moaning:
Liam has already sank down all the way it, bottomed out until his piercings were rubbing on his prostate, and he was yanking Keith’s head back by having a grip on his hair too. His free hand was on Keith’s lower back, staying there as some reminder of his presence (as if Keith needed another one…)
Maxim tried his hardest to focus on Leeroy to kiss him more or less properly. But with Keith fucking screaming in the background because Liam was mercilessly battering his prostate, it was slightly harder to focus on a french kiss.
“Liam- Fuck, Liam!”
“Shut up puppy.” Was the only answer Liam gave, a proud, arrogant smile plastered on his face as he tugged harder on Keith’s hair.
“Don’t be so mean.” commented Leeroy without even looking at the scene happening behind him. His lips left Maxim’s to attack his neck instead, but he kept attacking Liam’s attitude as well. “I wanna hear him. And he has spend enough time barking at your feet for tonight don’t you think?”
Liam groaned, annoyed, but he was the one who shut up, giving Leeroy all the space needed to praise and encourage Keith.
“Go on Flinty, let us hear how good you’re feelin’”
It took a little moment for Keith to start to moan out loud, because of the conflict of commands. He wanted to obey to both, but they were a bit too contradictory for him to be able to do that. He went on Leeroy’s side, hoping that Liam won’t be too mean next time they’ll be only the two of them.
So Keith moaned again, loudly, having long forgetting that they were in a public hotel. Liam let go of his hair, and instead pinned his head down the mattress.
Liam was busy ruining poor Keith, Leeroy was nibbling Maxim’s neck. And the latter could easily lock eyes with Keith as he tried not to moan too loud. Maxim wanted to kiss Keith, wanted to wipe away the tears that were running down his cheeks because of the overwhelming pleasure. He wanted to take care of him, to reassure him about his self worth that surely went down the drain because of the other to guys. He had pity for Keith, but wasn’t mad at Liam for it also. But if he could have tweaked the situation to be in his place, he would have loved it.
“Leeroy, let me go for a sec.” he kind-of pleaded. Leeroy stopped kissing him, and Maxim moved out of his lap, crawled to Keith and gave him a long, languid, loving kiss, muffling his moans. He ignored the fact that Leeroy pulled his boxers down, ignored the tongue he started to feel on his man-cunt.
He focused on Keith tongue, focused on his sweet, delicately broken moans. He drank them from the source, and let Keith have it too as he started to moan just the same, may Leeroy’s skilled fingers be damned. Keith’s mouth left his as Liam pounded into him harder, pushing him down into the mattress. He was also now leaning forward, his head just above Keith’s, close enough for Maxim to kiss him if he felt like it. But he didn’t, he’d rather let Liam do this thing until the end, that he was reaching for sure. Maxim could tell with his groans and scattered breaths.
With a moan that was louder than any that Keith let out, Liam came inside of him, his legs shaking and his whole body being shaken by spasms. Slowly, his grip onto his friend weakened, and Maxim saw the very visible change on his face, the whole tension going away in a second to let place a way calmer and kinder Liam.
The only noises filling the room now were Maxim’s scattered moans, Keith heavy breaths and the delicate sound of Liam peppering kisses on Keith’s cheek. It was nice to have this… calmer phase coming in. They’ve been on their nerves all night, and it seemed like it was finally time for the more relaxing part of it all. Except maybe for one of them.
Leeroy retrieved his fingers, and slightly pushed Liam aside to replace him.
“Y’can go have your fun with your partner now.” he said, snarly, with his stupidly big smile. Liam did not have the strength to fight back, so he just blushed, grumbled, and made the three steps he needed to do to be on the other side of the bed, where Maxim was waiting for him, laying on his back. Liam forgot about aborning a mildly annoyed face as soon as Maxim flashed a smile at him. He couldn’t help but share it, it was instinctual almost. He even shared his chuckle as he passed a leg over him, sitting just above his groin, not even needing to speak to express his current desires.
Leeroy kept his smile for a little more, until his attention drifted away from the two love doves on his side. Slowly, he took Keith’s weak body into his hands, flipping him over gently so he would face him, back against the wet bed sheets (probably just of sweat, but there might be a bit of precum as well, who knows?).
He looked… Pathetic. A complete shadow of his usual self. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet and red, his mouth half open as it has been for the past hour or so. Such a debauched sight of the man who never had enough.
“What a pretty, little, whore.” Leeroy smiled, accentuating each word more and more, his fingers caressing Keith’s thighs. “Surely a slut like you can take another load?”
Keith whimpered, not capable of forming unintelligible words anymore, but still having some kind of weak will to keep going.
“Good boy,” he praised, a hand caressing his cheek as some sort of reward. “Good toy.” he added with a chuckle as he positioned himself in front of Keith’s already ruined entrance. He slid in, as easily as a knife would have went in soft butter. When he did the opposite movement, he looked at his dick getting out with a thin layer of Liam’s sperm serving as lube.
Leeroy, maybe for the first time of tonight, felt a very uncontrollable warmth pooling in his lower abdomen. It was, perhaps, the sexiest thing Liam ever did for him. The more he did this thrusting movement, the more he drew out Liam’s sperm out of Keith’s body. He watched this show in awe, looking quite egocentric as he was kind of fixing his own dick at the same time.
Keith, who was looking at him this whole time, hoping he would get attention, gave up on it, and instead looked at the other pair. They’ll probably help him reach his second, third? Maybe he came and as Liam fucked him and didn’t realized… orgasm.
Liam and Maxim had moved around a little, Maxim now properly sitting, a pillow in between his back and the wooden headboard. And Liam kept his place on his lap, facing him. He had his arms wrapped around Maxim’s strong shoulders, that were glistening with sweat, making his muscles shine and appear even bigger.
The youngest man had his head buried in the crook of the other’s neck, trying to be as close as possible to him as he was slowly going up and down on his dick, taking it from top to base, before going up until the tip was almost slipping off. His moans were as rhythmic as his tracks, timed perfectly with every moment when his ass fell down against Maxim’s thighs.
Maxim was holding him too, an arm crossing his back until his hand was on Liam’s shoulder, and the other wrapped around his waist, guiding him up and down, even though Liam didn’t really need it.
Keith was mesmerized. He loved them both so much, it just did incredible things to him to see them like that, so clearly fond and down bad for each other. He wanted them both. Fuck he wanted them both inside him instead of Leeroy. Yes, it was a bit… egoistic and irrespectful to his third un-official partner, but did he give a fuck? After being treated like a cheap slut, he could allow himself to fantasize a bit.
For an instant, Maxim glanced at him, and flashed a smile. Not to be mean and make him jealous, but a genuine smile that showed that he care, that he was there for him too. It made Keith smile. And cum. But that wasn’t such an important thing. His orgasms weren’t the center of the show tonight.
Liam was capturing Maxim’s smile with his lips, getting full attention of the passive top again. Keith wanted to watch, but he got captured as well, held hostage by Leeroy’s lips just the same.
Things grew more heated for a second, Leeroy fucking battering Keith’s prostate and Liam moaning louder for some reason. Keith’s mind was just sleeping away with all the overwhelming signals reaching it, completely blanking out of his control, until he came back to reality a few seconds later, but it really felt like an hour for him.
Leeroy had came in him, that was for sure. And judging by the sounds of a sloppy make out coming from the side, Maxim probably had finished in Liam as well. Keith felt Leeroy withdrawn from his insides.
He would have collapsed further down the mattress if it was even possible. He closed his eyes with a sigh, completely drained and fully incapable of motivating himself to get up and get a shower like Liam.
He let Leeroy spoon his limp body and cover the back of his neck in kisses, let Maxim hug him from the front and give his forehead the kisses treatment as well.
“Poor Flinty. We broke him with our mean attitude” chuckled Leeroy
“We gotta be extra kind when we get back to England. What’d’you think Keef? You'd like a good old romantic night?”
The concerned one just let out a whimper, earning a genuine, big smile from the two men cuddling him.
“You’re right, let’s not worry your sleepy head right now.” Maxim added, giving him a last peck before leaving the bed to take a shower as well.
Few minutes later, they were all back in the king size bed, cuddling close so they would all fit within the bed without having a feet outside the blanket. They were all satisfied with that night that was very much needed to fully enjoy their snowboard based trip for all the upcoming days.