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It started again. Soon after, JD still had the stamina for it. Mark didn’t.
“Harry, would you consider yourself particularly open-minded?”
Breath hot on his ear. JD, red-faced and entirely too warm to still be wearing a trench coat. Bottom lip still wet from how he drooled around his cock. It wasn’t actually a question, however. JD’s fingers quickly slipped between Mark’s open legs. He opened them wider, only half-aware of what was about to happen. Too fucked to think clearly, certainly, but not wholly opposed.
“You know, the kind of no-boundaries shit you usually talk about on the air. Because when you started ignoring me, I thought it probably wasn’t true, but maybe it is-”
Veronica interjected, smirking proudly at him. Arms folded as she reclined languidly on the bed. As if to say, well, he is obviously madly in love with me. Pointed glance. And not you. “He read mine,” she said. He also made me cum. You just sucked his cock. “Try giving him something worth reading.”
JD glowered at her as he went lower, under Mark’s balls. “Up.” He grabbed his right thigh and bent the leg up, until Mark had to angle his ass upward. Then he gave his inner thigh a light slap for good measure. Made him jerk up and do it perfectly. Responded well to those. “A little higher. Good boy.”
Veronica rolled her eyes, toying with the fabric of her skirt. “He’s not a dog.”
“Could be, you never know, we’re all the human animal-” JD replied, raising an eyebrow. A fingertip lightly stroked a small circle around Mark’s asshole. He suddenly pulled his arms hard against the restraints. His knees knocked together, legs closed and eyes wide, but it did little to deter JD’s hand. The finger rubbed against his taint, harder than he had been with the rim. His spent cock twitched as he let out a shaky exhale. Veronica watched JD’s hand move with morbid fascination.
Only now did it occur to JD that Veronica probably wasn’t privy to what he was actually doing. Not that he was a frequent consumer of a lot of gay porn - he had her, for one thing, he just didn’t need it - but that she didn’t even know how it worked. Not past the basics, anyway. To be a Heather is to lie there. That was the role, like any other woman in their lives. Because, by and large, that’s just what boys like, even if he knew she was far more perverted than that.
“You just gonna stare at it?” He asked.
Veronica blinked, sputtered something unintelligible, and looked away. It definitely wasn’t any kind of jealousy about him fucking a man, judging by the blush forming on her cheeks. “No, it won’t- I’m just thinking, he’s just not-”
“He’s not wet, I know that,” JD corrected. He cocked his head, smiling boyishly at her. Like they were talking about something a lot milder than their victim. “‘Course he’s not. You could help me out, if you wanted.”
She paused for a moment, to think. Why not? Who was here to judge her, really? It was easy to guess what was involved, and she wasn’t mad at it. Far from it. “Sure.”
He didn’t expect her to say it so easily.
She got up and repositioned herself at the bottom of the bed. With some force, JD opened Mark’s legs for her. He let out a long, broken-sounding whine that only stopped shortly after Veronica moved his thighs over her shoulders.
“No,” he finally managed to say. “No, no, no, I don’t- I can’t-” he frantically shook his head, feet tense on Veronica’s back.
JD roughly grabbed his jaw, holding it shut with a strong grip. “Shut the fuck up.” Truthfully, however, he liked it, so refrained from slapping him into compliance. Once he was able to hold him with one hand, the other wrapped back around Mark’s cock. “It’s okay, it’s fine, I’m sorry, Harry-” keep crying. In a mockingly reassuring voice, “you’ll like it eventually, I promise.” He started stroking the length, slow, still sensitive. “And if you tell me you don’t like our girlfriend, we’re going to have a problem, aren’t we-” he leaned over a little, to see her. Gave a wide grin. Hard enough to finish to the sight of her lips so close to a man’s asshole right that very second. Still, he had to instruct her rather loudly over Mark’s tears. “Give it a kiss, Ronnie.”
She did; long, wet, deep. Exactly as one would make out in a public place, but somehow even filthier. Nose pressed to his balls. Never more adorable than when her tongue was deep inside a man.
Veronica made a soft sound when Mark tightened around her, barely audible over the noise he was making. She pulled back, tucked her short hair behind her ears, and alternated between soft licks around the rim and sucking lightly at the puckered skin. JD’s thumb pressed maddeningly at the very tip of his cock.
Veronica suddenly moaned loudly. The telltale sound of her fingers squelching told JD all he needed to know. She was touching herself, with a hand gone from Mark’s thigh and trapped somewhere under her skirt. When he saw her hold one leg back and spit on his hole, he was practically already gone. Mark’s hips bucked at the feeling of warm saliva sliding over his ass. JD’s hand went faster. He shoved himself closer, into his side. Close enough to kiss, but far too preoccupied with Veronica’s tongue.
JD couldn’t take it any more. He let out an uncharacteristic, high-pitched whine. The exact kind of thing he never did, all vulnerable and girlish and everything his dad hated so much. Moon-eyed and dumb and really fucking horny. Mark’s cock was quickly left alone, red and leaking with a frustrated groan.
“I can’t, Veronica, I can’t do it anymore, I need it-” he gasped, pulling her up by the hair. She was annoyed for no longer than a moment, for about as long as her scalp burned after he so harshly yanked her up. Desperate looked far better on him than it had any right to be. No other man was like that with her - it was part of the reason why she just kept coming back, after all. Disgusting and devoted with want, rough and violent and always happier when he was under her thumb. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, cheek and mouth. “I need it,” he went on, reaching down, tugging her panties off and fitting his whole hand over where she was still so wet. “Please?” Imploringly rolling her clit until she struggled to stay upright. So many ways to say I want to see your pussy stretching around two cocks at the same time, really badly, like right now, yet so little brainpower. “Inside. Both of us. Please, please, please-”
She nodded. After she got up to help take her panties off, JD pulled her back on top of Mark. Thighs splayed out on opposite sides. He held her hips tightly as she hovered above Mark’s cock, then angled just the tip of his inside her. No preparation, right to the hilt. Wet enough for it to not matter at all. Veronica shouted as her hips collided with Mark’s. He bit his lip until it was bloody, all but silent until the forced exhale that came when their combined weight collapsed on top of him. He barely felt his arms anymore, but it was too good to matter. Enough to forget that he’d never done this before, that he was really fucking scared, that he was close enough to scream and still hated it. But maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was their boyfriend now. Maybe they were going to do this whenever they wanted, because nobody else would do the same.
Her wet heat tightened around them both, cocks grinding against one another. The ensuing orgasm hit not long after. One by one, Veronica first: tight, hot, almost painful, JD’s cum coating so much of her insides that it slicked up Mark’s own cock, and finally himself. Over Veronica’s body, her ass, JD-
No aftermath, at least not as far as he was aware. Spent enough to wake up in their arms the next morning.