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Nora’s hands scrabbled at Nate’s scalp, frantic gasps escaping her lips as her husband’s mouth sucked mercilessly at her clit. Leather-clad thighs squeezed tight around his head, and all Nate did in response was pull her closer, his tongue running hard up the length of her, rubbing against her nub. Nora tossed her head back with a whine as the pleasure between her thighs began to coil.

“Nate,” she sobbed, “priya, I’m- I’m- fuck-!”

He laughed, one hand going to grope her breast. He could happily edge her another day but right now he just wanted to fuck her, and his favourite way of getting her ready for that was this. Especially when she kept the boots on. 

“Nate,” she arched up, “I’m- coming!”

After handling the situation with Danse not too long ago, the Prydwen no longer had a paladin, leaving the spot of highest-ranking field officer open and ready to be filled. Arthur was reluctant to replace the spot his friend had once held, the situation still raw, but how he felt about what happened didn’t matter in regard to what he needed to do—he had to find someone suitable to replace the man who had once been a remarkable soldier and his best friend. 

He’d taken some time to think it over but had come to the realization that there was only one soldier aboard his ship who’d earned the right to replace Danse and take over the rank of paladin: Nate Pendleton. The man was an exceptional soldier, having went above and beyond while completing missions and tasks and easily earning his place within the Brotherhood. It really wasn’t difficult for Arthur to finalize his decision on promoting Knight Pendleton to Paladin Pendleton.

But there was one problem: he couldn’t find Nate anywhere. The older man had a bunk with the rest of the soldiers but wasn’t in it, though Maxson knew he was aboard the ship; he wasn’t in the medbay or mess, nor the power armor bay. And just as the Elder started toward the ladder to descend his way to the lower deck, the sound of Nate’s wife’s voice hit his ears from his right—Danse’s old quarters. General Pendleton was known to use them when she spent the night aboard the ship while Danse wasn’t present, but he wasn’t aware she’d recently docked the Prydwen. Still, wherever Nora was on the ship, Nate was surely with her.

Approaching the door, he rapped his knuckles on the bulkhead, knocking to announce his presence, only to hear a muffled ‘come in.’ Maxson immediately opened the door and started walking in, but the sight he was greeted with was… not what he expected.

The door swung open, not exactly subtly, and Nate looked up to see his CO standing in the doorway, staring at them. 

“Holy shit!” he hissed, and even as Nora gasped, he dragged Nora down off the bed into his arms, blocking her from Maxson’s sight. “Shut the door!”

Nora clung to Nate, whispering ‘oh my god,’ against his neck, embarrassment burning through her. She didn’t dare turn around and look. Oh god.

Arthur had already stepped inside, his hand still on the helve as his eyes locked with Nate’s, and his jaw nearly dropped at what he’d just interrupted. But the command to shut the door sent a flush up his face that rose from beneath his beard and he quickly turned around to do as he was told, only… he remained on the inside of the room, rather than on the outside, the panic that had shot through his veins like med-x making him fumble in his actions.

“Fuck, shit, sorry, I didn’t—” he started, his eyes wide and staring at the door, not even realizing he’d just shut himself inside with them.

Nate grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around Nora’s shoulders. They twisted, Nate’s back facing Arthur as they stood up to shield her from his view. Nora bit her lip, her cheeks still burning. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t know you were—” Maxson cut himself off, running a hand through his hair as he glared at the bulkhead like he was punishing it for letting him walk into the room. “I thought I was told to come in.”

Nate paused. Then he snorted. “Oh, jeez, honey, Nora, what did you do?!”

She glared up at him, and then peeked past his arm to see her suit draped across the nearby cabinets. Nora tapped her husband’s arm and he shifted just a little. “Could I please,” she cleared her throat, “could I have my suit, please, Elder?”

Without turning to face them, the Elder glanced at his immediate surroundings, keeping his eyes far away from the Pendletons, and once his gaze landed on her suit, he swallowed hard. It was… a slight distance away, which meant he’d have to risk seeing them, and that would just make it even more awkward. Fuck, why was he so nervous?

“Ah… of course, General,” he replied before quickly moving over to the cabinets that held her suit, keeping his eyes strictly on the ground. He grabbed it and moved over to them, holding it out for her while trying to stop himself from looking at either of them, but a quick glance at Nate’s bare back was made before he looked away again. “Here.”

Nate let go of his wife, handed her the suit from Arthur’s hand, and then turned around, blocking her from sight. He didn’t bother pulling the suit up from where it hung loosely just below his hips. “Wasn’t expecting to see you today, sir,” he admitted, idly scratching at the trail of black and silver hair that ran down his stomach, as Nora tossed the blanket onto the bed behind him and began to slide off her boots so she could get her suit on. 

There was a slight internal conflict within Arthur’s head about what exactly it meant when Nate was scratching at his lower stomach, the action clearly drawing attention to the area and the younger man’s eyes immediately dropping to watch, taking in the sight if only briefly; he caught himself, however, and diverted his gaze away, brows furrowed while that internal conflict was suddenly written on his face.

“Yes, well, I came to, uh…” he paused, clearing his throat, “I came to speak to you about… something…” What the hell had he wanted to speak to Nate about, again? A hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously. “You know, I should—I should leave. We can talk later.”

Nate grinned at him. “Don’t worry, sir, I’m sure this won’t cause a diplomatic incident between the Minutemen and the Brotherhood.”

Nora reached round and slapped his arm, her hair swinging free. She made brief eye contact with the Elder, and then her face burned and she swallowed, looking away. “Don’t- he’s being a- Nate, don’t be mean to him.”

“Hey, he’s my CO,” Nate chuckled. “I’m the one who gets in trouble, not you.” He tugged on the waistband of his suit casually. “So, if you’re leaving, Nora doesn’t have to worry about putting her clothes back on, right?”

Diplomatic incident? Confusion washed over Arthur’s face as he glanced over to the knight, then to Nora, locking eyes with her momentarily before she looked away. “No one is getting in trouble,” he said quietly, attempting to clarify that fact; he was the one who had walked in on them, after all.

But his eyes dropped once again as Nate tugged on his suit, and Arthur shook his head and turned his chin away, cursing beneath his breath at himself. It felt like Nate was toying with him, but he wasn’t entirely sure—despite having worked with the older man for a while, he didn’t really know him that well nor well enough to understand his personality. Not like he understood anyone’s personality, anyway.

“I—” he started to answer the question but just shook his head again, “I have to get back to work.” Turning away, Arthur fled toward the door, not really knowing what else to do because the entire situation was just uncomfortable, his mind telling him to retreat. 

“Hold on, sir,” Nate called, “I just have to,” he looked down at Nora, asking her wordlessly, and Nora’s brows raised, her eyes widening. 

“Oh,” she murmured, “really? Is he- I don’t- you don’t even know if he-”

Nate shrugged. “But yes or no?”

Nora nodded, and then looked away, biting her lip. “Yes.”

Maxson stopped in his tracks but didn’t turn around, listening as the married couple conversed behind him; what they were saying made no sense. Was he what? Yes or no to what?  

Nate cleared his throat. “So, the interruption was unexpected,” he chuckled, “but we’d like to get back to it, and if you’re too busy, I get it, I do, but if you’re not actually busy and just booking it because you’re massively embarrassed, well, Nora’s wanted to fuck you since she first came aboard and if you wanna stick around, that’s preferable.”

Nora’s protest was squeaky and followed by a soft ‘says you!’ but Nate just shot her a grin, and then looked at Maxson’s back. 

Arthur was silent at first, remaining still as he let the proposition roll around in his head; the Pendletons—both of them—wanted him to join them in bed; he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t think about it before. But joining them wasn’t like taking a sub, was it? It seemed a bit more personal, and that was something he wasn’t used to.

Clearing his throat, he turned around, his eyes flicking back and forth between their faces; he was quiet for a few seconds longer before finally speaking. “And you’re… fine with that?”

“With watching you fuck my wife?” Nate asked casually. 

Arthur crinkled his eyebrows, hesitating on the answer. “… What is it you’re wanting, exactly?”

“Me?” Nate clarified. “Or just this situation?”

That made him flub for a second, his mouth opening once before snapping shut; he cleared his throat. “I, uh… both, I guess?”

“I mean I personally have enjoyed watching you walk around in that damn suit for several months,” Nate informed him. “So has Nora. Frankly, just getting you out of it has been something I’ve wanted to do for a while. And you don’t exactly seem like you’ve been…” his brow quirked, “intimate recently.” He shrugged. “We want whatever you want from it. Just sex is fine. We’ve done that before.”

The revelation was news to Arthur—but welcomed news, nonetheless; not that he’d ever admit it aloud, of course, but he was certainly glad his battle coat was big and his flight suit was black because… well, the images in his head were certainly effecting him. “I see,” he said after clearing his throat yet again, his eyes shifting off to the side and away from the two. “It has… been a few months, yes. Since before I left the Citadel, actually. I haven’t had the time to find—” he cut himself off and shook his head, momentarily looking down before his gaze returned to Nate. “I will admit I am… interested in your offer.” 

“Just Nora or both of us?” Nate asked. “So I know who I’m getting to fuck.” 

Shit. Maxson was fully hard now, the realization and confirmation that Nate did, in fact, want to fuck him helping that along quite well, though he hoped neither of them could see it. “… Both.”

Nate nodded, and then stepped aside, revealing Nora’s mostly-naked body, one boot rolled halfway down her leg, the other still clinging around her thigh. She flushed and looked away, even as he reached down and slowly slid the leather back up her leg. 

“Don’t worry about the blushing and the half-caught sentences,” Nate told him. “She’s always been shy.” His hand skimmed her inner thigh and Nora gasped, gripping his wrist without pulling it away. Nate leaned in and kissed her cheek, grinning. “Besides, if you really get her going, she switches languages.”

He looked back at Arthur. “So, are you getting yourself naked or do you want one of us to do it for you?”

One of the Elder’s eyebrows cocked up, the anxiety he’d once felt having calmed a bit. “You invite me into your bed and expect me to do it myself? That seems like bad manners.”

Nate grinned. “Hey, everyone has their likes and dislikes, sir.” 

Nora sighed, moving past him to approach the Elder. One hand brushed her hair away from her face as the other reached for his collar, silently asking his permission. “Don’t worry about him, he just enjoys the sound of his own voice,” she murmured. 

“My wife is so mean to me,” Nate said with a dramatic sigh, and stepped beside her, one hand grasping Arthur’s coat. 

“Mm, he is not the only one,” Maxson mumbled, his eyes glancing up from Nora to Nate as the older man approached. When he returned his attention back to the woman before him, he leaned down and pressed their lips together, pulling her into a kiss.

Nate dragged the coat off Arthur’s shoulders and tossed it to one side as Nora moaned, her eyes shutting. Unbuckling the collar of his suit, she dropped her hands to his gloves and tugged them off before grabbing his shoulders and starting to pull the black suit off of him. Nate watched for a moment, drinking in the sight. His eyes fell on Arthur’s ass, and god, that looked even better now that the coat was out of the way. 

With his hands now free of his gloves, Maxson was able to press his bare palms against her skin, sliding them to her hips and then slipping them around to the small of her back before he abruptly pulled her body against his own, allowing her to feel how hard he was through his suit. They then slid down to her ass, grabbing and groping as he bit her bottom lip and tugged at it, pulling away from the kiss.

“I’ve always imagined what you looked like under that damned vault suit,” he said quietly, squeezing her ass. “I knew you’d look damn good, but I wasn’t even close to how sexy you really are.”

Nate helped Nora get the black fabric over Arthur’s broad shoulders, revealing the plain white t shirt underneath. “You’ve been daydreaming about fucking my wife, huh?” he asked, grinning, as Nora drew her hands down Arthur’s biceps, her lips parting. 

Jesus, he was big. She pressed her thighs together, biting her lip. 

A glance over to Nate was made and the Elder’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip as he gave the older man a quick look over before flashing a grin in return, turning his attention back to Nora, his mouth moving to her neck to place kisses and bites. “You both said you’ve thought about me, so it’s only fair.” 

Nate nodded concedingly. “Very true.” The suit reached the crook of his elbows, and then his wrists, and then it was off his torso completely, hanging around his waist. Not for long. Nate was already dragging it down. “Why don’t you tell Nora what you’ve been thinking about her and we’ll see if she can give you one of her fantasies?”

His arms shifted back to allow the suit to slip off him, but they were immediately back on Nora, one hand returning to her ass while the other threaded fingers into her hair, his lips still kissing at her neck, teeth nipping the tender flesh. “What I’ve been thinking, hm?” Arthur peppered bites up the column of her throat to her jaw before he pulled back so he could see her face, grinning wide—the feature upturning his left cheek more than his right. “I’ve been thinking about how I’ve wanted to bend you over every goddamn surface I’ve seen you by so I can fuck you numb and make you scream my name until you’re begging me to stop because you’re so sensitive.”

“That’s a lot of fun,” Nate agreed, gazing at his wife. “Nora?”

Nora gripped the Elder’s white shirt and lifted it up, dragging it off him and tossing it aside without a word. “Wall,” she whispered, her face burning. “A-against- against the wall.”

After lifting his arms to let his shirt be pulled off, a low noise rumbled from his chest and he licked his bottom lip again. “I’m sure that could be arranged,” he said, glancing over to an empty space on the wall.

“From behind,” she added quietly, hooking her fingers into his boxers as Nate dropped to his knees behind Arthur and pulled the suit down until it was caught in the thick leather boots. 

“Yeah?” he whispered, glancing down at her lips, then back up at her face. “You like getting fucked from behind a lot?” He reached down to take one of her hands, guiding it into his boxer briefs and to his bare cock, but his body slightly startled when Nate pulled his suit down almost all the way.

“Mhmm,” Nora whimpered, and then Nate reached up and pulled the white boxers off in one smooth tug, letting them fall at Arthur’s feet. 

“Wanna lean against me and get those boots off?” he asked.

Glancing back and down at Nate, Arthur leaned back a bit against the older man’s body to allow his boots to get taken off, his hand still holding Nora’s against his cock, urging her to touch him.

“Just kick ‘em off one by one,” Nate suggested. “I know she’s about to be kneeling down there anyway but she’s gonna suck your dick, sir, not take your shoes off.”

He shot Nate a glare, accompanying it with an irritated noise before he started pushing them off; they were tied tight, so it was a bit of a struggle, but he got them off in the end, kicking them to the side and stepping out of his clothes in the process.

Nora hooked the pile of black cloth up with her foot and caught it, throwing it onto the pile with his coat. Nate let him go as Nora leaned in to kiss Arthur again, her grip tight around his cock as her fist jerked back and forth. 

Standing up straight, Arthur returned the kiss while he slowly stroked his palms up and down her sides, callused hands rubbing against her soft skin—it was a new feeling, something he found enjoyable, as people of his time didn’t have such soft skin. But while his eyes were closed and he was preoccupied with Nora’s lips, his mind was wandering to what, exactly, Nate was doing, or at least what he was planning.

“Ok,” Nate nudged Arthur’s head to one side and placed a kiss on his shoulder, “do you want to keep standing here or go over to the bed?”

“Mm, the bed is fine,” he answered after having tipped his head to the side.

“Noted.”

Nate and Nora let him go at the same time, and Nora walked over to the bed to take a seat. Nate followed moments after, his suit still clinging to him. Nora’s blue eyes dropped to the orange fabric. 

“Excuse me,” she murmured, “this… isn’t very equal.”

“Hey, it’s ascending in age order,” he pointed out, smirking. “The youngest is naked, the middle one isn’t, and eldest-”

Nora grabbed his cock with a loud sigh and squeezed. Nate moaned, his mouth still curved into that smirk, and then he looked at Arthur. 

“You know,” Maxson began as he slowly moved to step behind Nate, pressing his chest against the other man’s back but not his hips, “I seem to agree with your wife.” He leaned his head forward a bit so his mouth was just beneath Nate’s ear. “It does seem a bit… unequal.” Rough hands were at the knight’s hips, just above where his suit was at, and they slid forward and around to the front of his body, stopping at his lower stomach, fingers teasing the trail of hair he’d tricked Arthur into looking at earlier. “Perhaps we should remedy that, hm?”

“Yes sir,” Nate replied, saluting, and stood at attention. “All yours.”

Arthur paused. “… Is he always like this?”

She laughed softly. “He’s showing off in front of you. Aren’t you, priya?”

Nate spluttered. “General, are you accusing me of showing off?”

She sighed, a fond smile on her face. “Yes. Now let your commanding officer do his thing.”

Rolling his eyes, Maxson couldn’t help the slight smile that upturned the corners of his mouth, but he pressed his lips to Nate’s shoulder and placed soft kisses, trailing them up to his neck and just beneath his ear where he nipped the skin. At the same time, the Elder’s hands were sliding into the older man’s suit, fingertips just barely grazing the base of his cock.

“God I love soldiers,” Nate groaned, as Nora grabbed hold of the orange fabric and started dragging it off him, boxers caught in her closed fists. “Hold on, let me just…”

His boots had been loosened earlier, one hand doing so whilst his head was between his wife’s thighs, and so they came off easily, kicked to one side. 

“Obviously Nora’s not taking her shoes off,” he added, looking down at his wife. “That’s a crime.”

“I’d be utterly disappointed if she did,” Maxson mumbled against his shoulder before clamping his teeth down around a chunk of skin there, biting hard while also sucking. His hands went a bit further in, the sides of his fingers now running along the base of Nate’s cock and just slowly rubbing, teasing, even gently and barely touching his balls.

“So,” Nate exhaled heavily, “before we get to the fun part, I need to ask, mm, a few important questions about the, ooh, next step- nice hands.”

“Mhm, I’m listening,” Maxson mumbled after releasing Nate from his bite. One of his hands wrapped around the other man’s cock, pulling it upward and pressing it up against his stomach, Arthur’s palm slowly rubbing up and down against the underside of it.

“Mmkay, so,” Nate tapped Arthur’s thigh, “who’s going in the middle?”

The Elder paused in his movements and he remained silent for a few seconds. “… I’ve never—” he started, but cut himself off.

“Yeah, no offense,” Nate drawled, “you didn’t exactly seem to know what to do with a guy flirting with you like I was, which is either a testament to my sheer charisma or evidence that a guy’s never fucked you. So,” he slid out from Arthur’s grip, and took a seat next to Nora, patting the empty space by him, “is that something you want to do, or not?”

“I don’t think that has to do with…” he paused, sighing and shaking his head, but took the seat beside Nate when it was offered. “I have been with men before, just not on the receiving end. I’m not… really sure how I feel about it, I suppose. I need control and I think that may relinquish what control I have in the situation.”

Nate nodded. “Have you had anything in you? Fingers?” 

“No.”

Nate hummed. “All right.” He gestured to his cock. “Well, you’ve seen me, Nora’s taken me, so it’s really up to you. But Nora will tell you,” he glanced over at her, “okay, maybe she won’t but you know, I’m good, she enjoys it, and pun intended but there’s no pressure.”

Arthur made a low noise as he leaned back on the bed, one hand going to his chest and the other to his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling, thinking. The thought of not having that control made him uncomfortable—he didn’t enjoy not being in complete control, let alone not having any control at all; that was the specific reason he’d never let anyone fuck him before. That didn’t mean he’d never fantasized about it, of course, because he certainly did, but it always ended with the fear of losing control outweighing the desire for pleasure. 

“Not having control is something I am unable to really accept,” he said quietly. “I’m unsure how to handle it.”

Nate reached over and picked Nora up. She gasped as he dragged her into his lap, and then Nate looked over at Arthur. "Would you like to mess around with Nora whilst I do that?" he asked him. "That might help."

Looking over at the two of them, Arthur studied them for a few moments before taking a deep breath and then nodding. “Alright. I’ll try it.”

Nate grinned. "Ok, fair warning, we have no damn clue what passes for contraception round here because I'm not actually able to get her pregnant anymore after the Sea. So either you stay out of her, use her ass or her mouth, or you continue the glorious line of Maxson."

Nora sighed. "Don't scare him."

Raising his eyebrows, Maxson glanced between the two of them. “Ah. I see.” He cleared his throat. “There is no contraception, unfortunately. Just… pulling out and hoping for the best, for the most part.” Looking away, his eyes were back on the ceiling as he thought, considering the options; it wasn’t really about the options on how he could fuck Nora, but more about the options on how she could provide him heirs. He’d been pressured by the Elder Council to marry and reproduce, but he didn’t necessarily need to get married to have children. This was… sort of a win/win.

“But, I do need children eventually,” he said with a shrug of one shoulder.

Nate blinked. "Oh, god, you're serious." He looked over at Nora. "Hon?"

She paused. "… I mean I didn't expect to be thinking about this right now. I'm sure I can ask around and see if anyone in the Minutemen knows anything…"

Nate nodded, then looked back at Arthur. "Ok. You're ok with it if she does get pregnant, are you ok if Nora does find something after this that might be able to stop her getting pregnant or not?"

The sudden realization that Nate wasn’t actually serious hit him like a deathclaw swiping at high-speed and a deep red flush ran up his face from beneath his beard. Arthur kept his eyes on the ceiling, refusing to look at either of them as they spoke back and forth, his mind continuously telling him to flee the uncomfortable situation that he’d clearly misread and misunderstood—but all he actually did was just lay there. 

When the older man returned his attention to Maxson, though, he swallowed hard. “That’s fine,” he said, his hand running up and down his chest as if that might soothe himself from feeling like an idiot. It still made no sense why he was even feeling so nervous around them—he never felt this way.

"You threw us a little," Nate admitted. "Most 20 year old men aren't looking for children, or at least they weren't when we were 20. We've been kind of doing it knowing that I can't have more, and if she gets pregnant, that would be an amazing surprise, but we weren't expecting more. So uh," his lips quirked, "either fuck her somewhere else or prepare a really good cross-faction alliance, cause we might not find anything and then you're gonna end up being a father."

The Elder finally turned his gaze over to Nate again, though this time he held it there. “I am under an enormous amount of pressure to find a wife and have children, but I am less concerned about finding a wife and more concerned about having children, more so to pass along my name and bloodline.” His eyes flicked to Nora. “If you do not wish to bear my children, then I understand. I… did not realize you were joking. It’s sometimes hard for me to understand certain jokes, I think.”

Nate nodded, as did Nora. "Understood."

Nora slipped her hand into his. "I'm ok with it. You're just gonna have to put up with me."

“I think I can handle that,” Maxson said with a slight smirk.

Nate grinned. "You say that now. Go ahead and see just how you handle her. I wanna watch this for a second."

Glancing back and forth between them, Arthur pushed himself to where he was sitting up but slightly leaning back on his hands. “You say that like I should be worried.”

"She's stubborn," Nate said. "Frustrating sometimes. But I can tell you what she likes and doesn't like, or did you want to find that out yourself?"

“Mm, what are the boundaries, first?”

"Nora?" Nate asked. 

She took a deep breath. "No choking, no slapping or pain or beating, no body fluids, don't call me rude names, and if you've been in my ass, well, that's the end." There was a pause. "Ice is fine, wax isn't, nothing in public either. And no cutting."

Arthur nodded before looking at Nate. “And you?”

"Pretty much the same," he said. "You?"

“No body fluids, hitting, or choking, otherwise everything else she listed is fine with me. I also don’t want hands on my throat regardless of whether they’re choking or not.”

"What about teeth?" Nate asked. 

“Teeth are fine, just no hands.”

Nate nodded. "All right. Nora, you get him comfortable."

Leaning over, Nora ran her fingers up his chest and cupped his cheek, her lips meeting his. Nate slipped off the bed, and headed over to his bag, pulling out the bottle of oil. 

Arthur kept one hand behind him on the bed to hold himself up, the other moving to her waist to pull her into his lap so she was straddling his thighs as he returned the kiss, ignoring whatever Nate was doing.

Nipping at his lip, Nora reached down with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock, beginning to pump gently back and forth. Nate watched for a few moments, enjoying the sight, and then he moved over with the bottle, placing it down by the bed. 

Nate laid down beside the two of them, one hand dipping between Nora's thighs from behind and pushing into her. Whimpering, Nora's lips parted, her lashes fluttering shut. 

"Having fun?" Nate chuckled. 

Pulling away as she whimpered, Maxson’s lips went to her throat, kissing along the column while a soft moan rumbled from his chest. “I would say it depends on who you’re asking,” he started, his teeth peppering bites onto Nora’s skin, “But I think it’s pretty obvious we’re both having fun.” 

Reaching behind her, Arthur grabbed a handful of her ass before he pulled his face from her neck to look over at Nate. “But you look a little left out.”

"I'm just waiting for you to relax," Nate purred. "Roll over on your left for me whenever you want."

Licking his bottom lip, the Elder shifted his and Nora’s bodies, pulling her along with him as he lay back again and rolled over onto his left side, his back to Nate. He could feel his heart rate picking up already in anticipation, but in an attempt to distract himself, Maxson crashed his lips back onto Nora’s in a slightly rough kiss. 

Nora moaned, arching up against him, breasts pressing against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she draped her thigh over his, cock rubbing against her folds. Nate slid up behind him, and reached beneath Nora's thigh to grip Arthur's cock and stroke it. He kissed along Arthur's shoulder. 

"God, I can't wait to see you buried in her," Nate groaned. "You're gonna look so good all breathless and fucked."

Pulling back, Arthur was panting, his hips flexing into Nate’s hand with each stroke. “You think about me fucking—mmm—fucking your wife a lot?” he asked, his lips pressing against Nora’s jaw as he nipped the skin there. 

Nora ducked her head, kissing along his jaw, and then along his neck, where his beard stopped.

"Hell yeah," Nate chuckled. "God, yeah. I've been wondering what you would wanna do to her."

“You have no idea how many times I’ve—oh, fuck—” Arthur groaned when she reached a certain spot, a shiver running through his entire body, “—How many times I’ve heard you two fucking and—shhhhit—and wanted to come over here to either tell you to shut the fuck up or—“ he stopped as he moaned again but didn’t finish his sentence. 

Nate grinned, and Nora moved her hands to let her husband at the other side of Arthur's neck as she moved her hand beneath Arthur's cock and began to rub at his balls. Nate's hand slowly slipped away and Nora's replaced it, her teeth nibbling along the line of his beard. 

"Oh yeah, Nora's a loud girl," Nate laughed, gently squeezing Arthur's ass. "You can join in whenever you want next time."

“Good to know,” the Elder breathed, tipping his head to the side to give more access to his neck. When he’d been with two people at once in the past, it was always with two subs, and they’d focused on his pleasure—but this was different somehow. He wasn’t entirely sure how to explain it but even though both Nate and Nora were, essentially, sandwiching him between them and touching all over him, focusing on him alone, it was still different from what he knew. 

“I’ve always enjoyed loud partners,” he admitted, his voice still breathless. “Letting everyone hear them scream my name…” One of Arthur’s hands reached back to Nate’s hip, fingers gripping into the skin while his other one was on Nora’s chest between them, grabbing and squeezing. 

"Try putting a couple fingers in Nora and seeing how loud she gets," Nate suggested, and uncapped the bottle, pouring out some of the oil onto his fingers. 

"I'm right here," Nora gasped, even as she nibbled on a different part of Arthur's neck. 

Maxson made a displeased noise at the suggestion when it sounded a bit too much like an order, but he leaned in toward Nora, regardless, his hand leaving Nate’s hip and instead slipping between the General’s thighs as he slowly rubbed along her folds, teasing her. “How many times have you already cum today, General?” he asked quietly. 

"Once," she breathed. "You… walked in and saw it.”

“So then I haven’t missed much. Good.” Pushing his fingers between her folds, he then slipped his middle one into her to the last knuckle. 

Nora moaned, pressing her lips together as her hips gently rocked against the single finger. Those fingers were rough, and she dripped down the digit as Nate gently touched his wet finger to the ring of muscle between Arthur's ass. 

It was a sudden and immediate reaction, one he didn’t even think about before doing it—but the Elder’s finger was quickly pulled out of Nora before he reached behind him and roughly grabbed ahold of Nate’s wrist, squeezing without letting go while his entire body tensed up. Arthur could feel his heart pounding in his chest as panic started to set in, the thought of losing his control making him want to flee the situation yet again; but, instead, he remained as still as possible, swallowing hard, unable to even find the words to express the anxiety that was running through him. 

Nate kissed his shoulder gently again. “Arthur,” he said softly, “breathe. Deep and slow. You’re in control. You set the pace. You tell me when you’re ok.”

Nora petted her fingers through the hair on Arthur’s chest, looking up at him. 

After taking a few deep breaths while his eyes locked with Nora’s, he slowly started to relax and, eventually, released the hold he had on Nate’s wrist. Maxson made a slight nod of the head. “Okay,” he said quietly.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do.” Nate kissed his way up Arthur’s shoulders to his neck. “I’m gonna gently start touching this bit here, just the muscle. I’m not gonna go any further until you say ‘green’. Do you have a safeword? Nora’s is ‘south.’”

He nodded again. “‘Cram.’ My safe word is ‘cram.’”

“Let’s make green ‘everything is fine,’ amber is ‘give me a second’ and red is ‘stop this.’ Cram, how about that ending the whole scene?” Nate suggested. “How do you feel about that?”

Arthur was familiar with the sort of safety technique Nate was describing, though he hadn’t really ever used it himself before. “That works,” he agreed. “Thank you.”

“I’m gonna keep going, if that’s ok,” Nate said, as Nora reached up and slowly ran her fingers through Arthur’s hair, her other hand scratching along his beard. 

“Yeah. Yeah, go ahead,” he replied as he shifted his top leg forward a bit, knowing that’d make it easier and more comfortable. But before Nate continued, Arthur made sure his lips were back on Nora’s to keep himself distracted; his hand slipped back down between her legs, middle finger sliding into her once more. 

Nora’s muffled moans were accompanied by her hand stroking Arthur’s cock gently, and she reached past Arthur to get some of the oil on her hand before she began slowly stroking and pumping at him with both hands. 

Nate dripped some of the oil onto the firm curve of Arthur’s ass and began to stroke his fingers repeatedly over it, down towards the ring of muscle. After a few moments of doing this, he lubed his fingers again, and began to wipe just one, very gently, over the ring. “Green?” he murmured softly. 

Soft moans rumbled from the Elder’s chest as he kissed Nora, the sounds muffled against her lips. He’d managed to not panic or even tense up when Nate was touching him again, the reassurance of still being in control having helped. Nodding his head, he broke away from Nora long enough to answer. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Green.” When their lips were back together, his ring finger joined his middle one inside her. 

“Whenever you’re ready, I’m gonna start to really, really slowly push my finger in,” Nate told him, adding a little of the oil to his finger again as Nora’s eyes fluttered shut and she tried to resist pulling Arthur’s mouth harder against her own. He needed to be able to talk after all. 

“Alright, go ahead.” His two fingers wiggled inside Nora, searching for that bundle of nerves. 

Nora tried not to tense up or move too much and disturb her husband, but when his fingers brushed her sweet spot she whined, nipping Arthur’s lip. Nate laughed, and pushed the tip of his finger into Arthur’s ass briefly before withdrawing it. 

Maxson’s shoulders tensed and he shifted his upper body closer to Nora, but pulled his lips away. “Bite my throat,” he ordered, tipping his head up for her. “On the column, right where my beard ends.”

Nora did so without hesitation, her teeth sinking in as Nate slicked up his finger once more and pressed it against the ring of muscle. The oil was dripped up and down his finger, leaving it wet and sliding easily into Arthur’s ass.

The bite made his entire body momentarily tense before he completely relaxed, a breathy moan escaping him. Normally, he would have preferred to let his partners find that weak spot on their own as they explored his body, but, well, he knew that was what would help. And it certainly did, because as the older man was sliding his finger in and out of Arthur’s ass, Maxson wasn’t having any trouble with it—and, aside from the slight burn that dissipated fairly quickly from the stretch of a finger, it felt good. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, shuddering. 

Nate slowly pushed a little more of his finger in, slipping out to the tip before he carefully eased it back in. “How’s that?” he teased softly, kissing the space between Arthur’s shoulders as he worked the full length of his finger into Arthur’s ass, probing around to find the man’s prostate. 

Nodding, the Elder exhaled heavily. “Yeah. It’s—it’s good,” he breathed. The feeling of Nate’s finger moving around made him aware that he had left Nora high and dry despite how his own fingers were still inside her; Arthur went back to wiggling them a bit, twisting his wrist until he finally found that patch of nerves and just immediately attacked it with the pads of his fingers—rubbing and tapping and stroking, touching it over and over and over. 

“Let’s see if we can’t get you experiencing what you’re giving Nora,” Nate hummed, even as Nora arched, her voice filling the room. Her head was still buried in Arthur’s neck, and whilst one hand was still gripping his cock, the other dug into his back. Her moaning was broken and breathless as she rode his fingers. 

“Arthur,” she gasped out, her eyes shutting tight, “oh, fuck!”

Nate moved his finger a little faster, angling it. When he found that spot, he pressed at it, beginning to rub.

The breath was nearly knocked out of him; Arthur’s eyes grew wide as his lips parted and back arched, his fingers no longer moving inside Nora as he couldn’t focus on anything other than the pleasure Nate was giving him. He’d had some external stimulation of his prostate before—but that was nothing compared to this. 

“Oh, go—fu— shhhhfuck,” he moaned, his chest already heaving from his heavy breaths. “Nate— fuck.”

Nate brushed his lips along Arthur’s neck. “I’m gonna go faster,” he told him. “Still green?”

Nora just watched, her hand roaming and caressing as the other kept pumping Arthur’s cock. Watching the put-together Elder’s face crumple in shock as the pleasure hit him… she put her mouth back to that sensitive patch on Arthur’s neck and started to bite and lick and suck, helping him along. 

“Green. Still green,” he panted in confirmation. His fingers started moving inside Nora again, rubbing along that patch of nerves, though he didn’t hold any real rhythm to his touches since he kept getting distracted by what was going on below his waist. And adding the fact she started biting at his throat again… well, that familiar heat already began to coil deep in his belly. He wouldn’t cum yet—he’d be able to hold off for now—but all the stimulation was doing him in. 

“Mmm,” Nate nipped at him, “gotcha.” 

His finger moved faster, rubbing harder at that spot as Nora’s hand sped up, concentrating on the tip of Arthur’s cock. The noise of his finger was wet, but that was good, and Nora licked a line up her hand momentarily to wet her palm, her eyes meeting Arthur’s before she went back to biting him, distracted by the very rhythmless touch of his fingers. He was trying his best, but Nate had clever fingers and Arthur had never had anyone touch his prostate, so the fact he could still speak was impressive. 

A sharp inhale was made, the sound hissing as the air was sucked between his teeth; his neck and throat would surely have bruises on them by now, and he had no doubt there’d be even more by the time they were done—not that he minded, of course.

After releasing another breathy moan, Maxson managed to speak again, though he struggled with it just a little. “Add—add a—add another—fuck—another fucking finger,” he finally groaned out through gritted teeth when Nora clamped down on his throat. 

“Damn, you’re doing well,” Nate murmured, and wet his index finger, gently wriggling his middle finger against Arthur’s prostate as he slowly, so slowly pressed another against the ring of muscle and began to work it in. “Don’t get too greedy, ok? Your body needs to adjust to this even if you’re screaming for more.”

Nora didn’t slow her hand for a moment, moving her teeth to another spot on Arthur’s neck. 

Maxson’s fingers paused in their movements while his other hand was gripping the bedsheets beneath him, another groan tumbling from his chest. But Nate’s advice of not getting too greedy had him shooting a glare back over his shoulder at the older man, irritation washing over his face. “I’ve fucked enough people in the ass to know how this—mmmfuck—to know how this works,” he growled. 

Nate bit down hard on the man’s shoulder. “I’m not going to let you waddle your ass back onto the command deck in pain because you tried to take too much too quickly,” he growled right back. “You wanna take more, you gotta be smart about it. So just trust that I know what I’m doing too, sir, because I’m starting to quite like you and the idea of hurting a man half my age the first time he has anyone in his ass isn’t a pleasant one, ok?”

Arthur’s face was burning, a flush running up from beneath his beard and straight into his cheeks after he was just scolded—like a goddamn child. And Nate wasn’t even wrong. Tensing and untensing his jaw, he might as well have been grinding his teeth as he glared off to the side at the wall, silently threatening it with only his eyes as he huffed in irritation through his nose—at least until he conceded. “Yeah. Okay,” he muttered. His shoulder rolled just slightly as there was still a stinging pain where Nate had bitten him—he’d been disciplined, too, like a fucking submissive. This was not going how he’d thought it’d go. 

Nate grinned. “Good boy,” he snorted, and with that he pushed another finger slowly in until he had two fingers rubbing at Arthur’s prostate. “Green?”

‘Good boy’?

‘Good boy’?

He would have grabbed Nate’s hair to make a threat about how that wasn’t an acceptable praise for someone like him but the man didn’t have enough hair to grab, and Arthur couldn’t exactly roll over to do anything about it, either—which left him with one other option. The hand that was on Nora’s hip shot back behind him and his palm clapped down onto the older man’s ass, fingers grabbing a handful as Maxson twisted his upper body back just slightly so he could look at him. “I’m not your ‘good boy,’ Pendleton,” he warned. 

“Don’t act like a brat and I won’t treat you like a brat,” Nate shot back, as Nora gazed up at her husband, stifling her laughter. The knight began to finger him, his attention entirely on Arthur’s prostate, and Nora wet her hand again to play with the head of Arthur’s cock. Arthur’s neck was exposed, and Nora jumped on the opportunity, biting him once more along the line of his beard. 

“I am not—“ The Elder’s protest was cut off from the multitudes of pleasure that increased and hit him all at once, the coil deep in his belly returning with a vengeance as he moaned loudly, unable to contain it, while his back arched—which ended up just pushing his ass more into Nate’s hand. 

“Won’t call you it again, I promise,” Nate pushed harder, nipping down his shoulder, “s’long as you cum for me.”

With a hand still on Nate’s ass, he held on to the older man, finding purchase wherever he could as the coil of heat was growing tighter and tighter, moving him closer to the edge until he was so close to tipping over it. “Oh, god. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he breathed, his eyes rolling up just slightly as they closed. The coil grew as tight as it could until, finally, heat blossomed at the base of his spine as he came, a low moan bellowing from his chest. 

Nora let out a weak gasp of protest as the spurts of white cum splashed her breasts and belly, and Nate heard those words and didn’t stop, working Arthur through his orgasm. “Tell me if you wanna amber or red,” he said, but his fingers weren’t going to let up until Arthur said so. He’d already proven he wanted more, he could take more, and Nate let him decide what he wanted. 

After coming, everything was so damn sensitive, and even where Nate’s fingers were touching and rubbing was almost an uncomfortable feeling because of how sensitive and tingly his body felt. Maxson tried to push through it at first but after a few moments, he shook his head, reaching to grab Nate’s arm. “Amber. Give me—I just need a minute.”

Nate slid his fingers out immediately, and drew his hand away, leaning up on one elbow. “Nora- oh,” he paused, grinning, “could you grab him some water? And maybe a cloth for yourself?” he suggested. “Or maybe not, you look pretty fuckin’ good like that.”

Nora narrowed her eyes at her husband and sat up, sticking out her tongue at him as she got to her feet and retrieved a can of purified water from the satchel nearby. The runnels of mess covered her skin, dripping down her stomach, and she handed Arthur the can even as she looked down at herself. 

“Oh, c’mon,” Nate smirked, “you’ve looked worse.”

“Hey, you try being the one who,” she broke off, her cheeks flushing. 

Nate winked at her. “Don’t worry, Arthur needs a little while to recover, so you’ve got time to clean up if you want to.”

“I don’t have a long wait period,” the Elder panted as he took the can of water, popping it open and taking a gulp. “Usually five minutes or so. But…” his eyes looked her up and down, lingering on where his spend strung across her chest and stomach, “I’ll gladly clean you off myself, if you prefer.”

Nora blinked. “Uh- oh, s-sure, if, if that’s, uh, ok.”

“Actually,” he started, wetting his bottom lip, “I think I’d rather watch your husband lick my cum off you, instead.”

Nate's brows rose. "Well that was not what I expected you to say," he chuckled. "Hold on."

He moved off the bed and headed over to the sink, running the hot water. Nora laid back, her eyes on his ass as she watched him wash his hands thoroughly of mess. 

"So, whilst you're taking a break," Nate inspected his hands, found them acceptable, and wiped them dry on the towels nearby, "I could use a little attention just to keep me going, but I also think we should let Nora demonstrate the noises that have been driving you insane."

Arthur sat up after a few moments, his eyes on Nate’s ass, as well, while the other man was washing his hands. But at the suggestion of needing attention, Arthur gave Nate a slow look over. “I’m sure I could keep your interest one way or another,” he said, glancing over at Nora.

"You still want me to clean her up?" Nate asked, approaching. "Whatever you want. I'm just happy to be here."

Nora snorted. "He's been talking about this since he first met you," she murmured to Arthur. 

“Oh? And what, exactly, is ‘this’?” Arthur asked, looking between the two of them. 

"Having sex with you," Nate replied. "And apparently you potentially knocking up my wife. But yeah. Been kind of hoping to get you naked and then get you off. So we got you off, and now the choice is yours."

 Arthur swallowed thickly but heat pooled in his groin despite how he couldn’t get hard just yet. “I want you to clean her first.”

“Yes sir,” Nate said with a grin, and knelt between Nora’s thighs, dragging her hips against his stomach. He was tall enough that he could easily still loom over here, even on his knees, and without hesitation he drag his tongue over her stomach, catching Arthur’s mess and pulling it up to Nora’s nipple. Arching into his mouth, Nora’s eyes shut, and she reached out, grabbing at Arthur’s shoulder as Nate’s tongue played with her breast. Dipping his head, Nate lapped up the next line, his mouth once more dragging up to her breast, and he did that again and again until Nora was a squirming mess and she was clean of Arthur’s cum. Hazy blue eyes gazed down into Nate’s silvery grey. 

“She’s clean,” Nate murmured. 

The Elder watched intently as Nate cleaned his wife, dragging his tongue up Nora’s stomach to lick Maxson’s spend off her skin, and he almost moaned from just the sight of it. Laying back again, he shifted onto his side once more as she grabbed his shoulder, one of his hands moving to between Nate’s shoulder blades and running his fingers along the older man’s skin. 

Once it was all cleaned off, Arthur glanced over Nora’s body. “Then how do you want to do this?”

“What did you have in mind?” Nate asked. “Do you want to mess around with Nora for a bit or get fucked?”

Arthur bit his bottom lip momentarily. “Why not both?”

Nate’s brow quirked. “Sounds good to me.” He looked over at Nora, who nodded, and then back to Arthur. “Brief forewarning, I’m 41 - I’m not getting it up again once I cum but I can hold out for a while, so however you wanna get fucked, make your choice. I can probably get you off a couple times like that, then after that it’s mouth and hands only.” There was a pause. “I do get up again but it takes a really long time.”

“Understood,” Arthur said with a nod. “I suppose… like this is fine. Like I said, I’ve not been on the receiving end, so I don’t know what feels best other than what I’ve been told.”

Nate leaned over and kissed him. “Go ahead and do what you want,” he murmured, “I can either fuck you from behind, with you on your back, or you can sit on my lap. Whatever you like.”

Maxson’s face flushed a bit from anxiety after he returned the kiss. “Uh, I guess… on my back, so I can—so I can see.” There was clear nervousness in his voice; despite being charismatic and in control everywhere else, he just wasn’t so sure about things right now. New experiences topped with the potential to discomfort was making him anxious to hell and back. 

Nora gently touched his shoulder, one hand cupping his face. "Come here," she said softly, as Nate retrieved the oil, and she rolled him over and straddled him, leaning in to kiss him herself. 

Turning his attention to her, Arthur leaned his face into Nora’s hand and immediately went with her roll, his hands finding her thighs. He made a soft noise into the kiss, leaning up a bit more to press closer to her mouth. Nora surged into him, deepening the kiss, and her nails raked down his chest, over his belly, until her fingers were wrapping around his cock. 

Nate watched, idly tipping oil into his hand, and began to pump his cock, stiffening once more as he looked down at the two of them. As though the sight of them hadn't been enough to have him completely hard in moments. He let the oil dribble down over Nora's fingers and over Arthur's balls, reaching over to massage them in his palm. 

"She relaxing you or just riling you up?" Nate asked.

It took a few moments of Nora touching his cock, but Maxson was slowly starting to get hard again, that refractory period already passing. A soft sigh was made against her lips and his fingers dug into her thighs when he felt another hand on his balls, his legs spreading just a bit. “Maybe riling me up,” he admitted, pulling away from her to speak. 

Nora's teeth immediately sunk into his throat just along the line of his beard, and Nate reached down to touch his ass again, just briefly. 

"Green?" he asked.

He only tensed for a second before his body relaxed, head tipping back and baring his throat as a low, breathy moan escaped him. “Yeah. Green.”

Nate dipped his hips a little, his cock slick with oil, and he moved Nora's hand away from Arthur's erection, replacing it with his own. The other gripped himself tightly, and he pressed the tip to the ring of muscle. "Green?"

The Elder’s eyes were open as he stared straight up, his breathing already heavy from the pleasure he was receiving but also the anxiety that was continuing to flow beneath his skin. His legs spread a bit more, knees bent out to the side and pulled up to make room for Nate’s frame while he held on tightly to Nora’s thighs. “Yeah, green.”

Nate pushed a little deeper, slowly starting to spread Arthur open as Nora rolled over onto her side, mouth still kissing along Arthur’s neck. “Green?” she murmured. 

No longer having his hands on her thighs, he sought purchase elsewhere—the sheets, himself, somewhere, anywhere—but ended up reaching down and cupping Nate’s hand as it was wrapped around his cock, his other ending up between Nora’s thighs and gripping the inside of one. Arthur’s eyes rolled up just slightly as they closed, his head tipping back while another low moan rumbled from him, back arching. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Yes. Fucking green.”

Nipping at him, Nora gently ran her hands up and down his chest. Nate did not stop watching him for a moment as he slid just a little deeper, then pulled back to the tip, dripping more of the oil onto his cock and slowly working it back in. One finger played with the exposed head of Arthur's erection. "You're doing well," he told him softly. "Fuck, I've been thinking about this for so damn long, you have no idea."

Opening his eyes, Maxson shot a glare up at Nate. “Don’t praise me,” he snapped, “I’m not a sub. I don’t need your—fuck—I don’t need your praise.”

Nate grinned. "Whatever you say, handsome."

Nora bit down hard on that spot on Arthur's neck. "He likes praising people," she whispered, and one hand sneaked up to pinch his nipple. "So don't be mean."

He made a sharp inhale between his teeth from the bite, but her words touched a nerve. Maybe he couldn’t really do much to Nate at the moment considering the man was… well, considering Nate had his dick in Arthur’s ass, but he could take it out on Nora to some extent. Sort of. Letting go of how he had his hand wrapped around Nate’s hand and his own cock, he instead wrapped his fingers around Nora’s throat without squeezing, pulling her head up so their faces were close, his lips and nose pressed against her.

“I don’t want his praise, General,” he quietly growled; but rather than waiting for a response, Arthur roughly pushed his lips against hers.

Nora grabbed his wrist, her teeth sinking into his lip as Nate reached up and grabbed Arthur's shoulder, clearing his throat. 

That was all it took for Maxson’s hand to unwrap from her throat, but she had ahold of his wrist so he didn’t move it—and when he pulled his lips from hers just a bit, she still had her teeth in his bottom one between them, so he could only return to kissing her.

Nora released him, panting, as Nate gripped Arthur's jaw firmly and turned his head to look at him. "Please be gentle with my wife around her neck," he said softly, in a voice that threatened violence for anything less.

The hand on his jaw was… unexpected, though it was something he often did to his subs—it just wasn’t something he expected someone else to do to him. And it fucking enraged him. Both hands gripped Nate, one on his wrist and the other on his forearm, as he stared up at the older man. “Let go of me,” he ordered in a low growl.

Nate let him go, waiting for Arthur to release his wrist. "Do you need a second to breathe?" he asked carefully. His eyes darted to Nora, and she gave him a reassuring nod. His hand brushed over her thigh as he looked back at Arthur. 

Releasing the knight’s wrist, Maxson inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to calm himself down as his eyes remained on Nate even when the other man wasn’t looking at him. But after another deep inhale, he shook his head. “I’m fine. Come here,” he said, holding an arm out for Nate to bend over him.

Nate did so, his eyes locked on Arthur's. "Ask her next time before you do something like that," he told him. "You don't even know if she likes that and you didn't check."

The Elder leaned up on one arm, meeting his soldier halfway as his other hand wrapped around the back of Nate’s neck to pull him down. “Okay. You’re right, I should have asked.” Their faces were close but he looked over at Nora, studying her for a second before the left corner of his mouth upturned just slightly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

"You're a pretty big guy and you looked kind of pissed," she pointed out. "I don't mind you touching my neck, just no grabbing."

“I’m told I always look pissed,” he mumbled, looking away from both of them. “I don’t convey my emotions well, so that’s my fault. But I’ll be more aware and communicate better. I’m… used to subs who prefer things like being choked and grabbed, so this is a change for me.”

Nate's brow quirked. It was possible some of Arthur's subs had gone along with what he enjoyed because he was Arthur Maxson, Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, but he didn't say anything, and instead he leaned in and kissed him softly. "You just need to play nice with others," he said softly, "and you're doing well, even if you don't think you want to hear it. Giving up control isn't easy. I'm just hoping you're enjoying yourself."

"Agreed," Nora murmured, and her fingertips ran over Arthur's jaw, up to his hairline. "And… yeah, you look pissed a lot, but…"

Nate grinned as she trailed off. "It turns her on."

Arthur returned the kiss, having to stop himself from chasing after Nate’s lips as they retreated. “I am,” he admitted quietly before turning his attention over to Nora as she spoke. But the admission that him looking pissed turned her on… well, that had him raising one eyebrow. “It… turns you on,” he echoed. “Why?”

Her face burned. She looked up at Nate, nodded and then buried her head in Arthur's neck.

"She likes being manhandled," Nate told him. "Tossed around and picked up and slammed against walls and furniture. The pissed expression kinda hammers that home."

A wide grin stretched across the Elder’s face. “Noted,” he mumbled before turning back to Nate. “And what is it that you like? Because I imagine it’s not the same thing as her.”

"I like pinning her down and manhandling her," Nate grinned, "I like tying her up, having her sit on my face."

Nora moaned softly, her nails digging into Arthur's shoulder as she shivered. 

"I like making her do that," Nate added, smirking. "I like eye contact. I don't mind receiving if you wanna do that to me. Does that help?"

He slipped his hips a little further forward and pushed a little deeper into Arthur's ass.

Licking his bottom lip, Maxson nodded his head. “Yeah, it helps—” he started, but stopped as soon as Nate was pushing more into him, his words being replaced by another moan. The hand that was still on the back of the older man’s neck pulled him down as Arthur crashed their lips together in a kiss, his tongue sweeping over Nate’s bottom lip.

Nate squirted a little more of the oil onto his cock and started to slowly thrust back and forth, working a little more of his cock into Arthur each time as he did so. 

"Good, let me know if I can be of assistance," he laughed breathlessly against Arthur's mouth. Nora watched, her hand wrapping around Arthur's cock once more. 

A heavy exhale was made against Nate’s lips as Maxson’s eyes tightly closed, the pressure of having more of Nate’s cock inside of him giving him so much damn stimulation—and when pairing that with how Nora’s hand was on his cock… well, he couldn’t help how he was panting, his chest heaving and dull nails involuntarily digging into the back of Nate’s neck as he held the other man where he was, their faces still close.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hips just slightly flexing into Nora’s hand; he couldn’t move them too much since Nate’s cock was in his ass, but still. “More. Come on, push in more.”

Nate looked down briefly. Arthur had taken the thickest part of him now, and so he did as the Elder asked, pushing the rest of his cock in, albeit slowly, until his hips were flush against the man’s ass and he grabbed a handful of Arthur’s thigh, a soft moan escaping him. The man was fucking tight, but that was to be expected, and he paused. “Green?” he asked softly, even as he reached over and pushed two fingers into his wife to watch her arch up with a yelp and cling to the younger man. 

Maxson’s back arched, his hand falling away from the nape of the other man’s neck. He was still panting, his eyes having closed once more as he adjusted to the new feeling, as well as the size of Nate’s cock—the man wasn’t exactly small—and Arthur nodded his head in response to the question. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Still green.”

Nora whimpered in his ear as Nate’s fingers slowly fucked her, lips pressing against his jaw. Nate kept his thrusts gentle and languid, still gripping Arthur’s thigh as he groaned softly. “You want more?”

“Yeah, more,” he answered before looking over at Nora as she was clinging to his side. Maxson reached his far arm over his body, having to twist his torso just a bit to do so, and hooked his hand around her waist so he could pull her atop him. “Come here,” he growled. 

Exhaling heavily, Nora straddled him, and Nate dipped a kiss to her shoulder as his hips sped up a little, the gentle sound of his body meeting Arthur’s broken briefly by Nora’s disappointed whimper as he pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed her clit for a few moments, just long enough for her lips to part, before he grabbed Arthur’s hip and used it as leverage, watching his wife to see what Arthur would do first. 

Grabbing onto her thighs, the Elder yanked her up his body until she was straddling his chest, then slid his arms beneath her legs and pushed her the rest of the way up so she was over his face. Immediately, he dove between her legs, the flat of his tongue dragging along her folds. 

The strangled shriek that escaped Nora’s lips made Nate moan as he watched her back arch, her body trembling. “CanIpullyourhair?” she gasped out to Maxson, even as he watched her flail desperately, trying to find something to hold onto. 

He turned his head and nipped the inside of her thigh. “You can grab but don’t yank,” he answered before returning his mouth to her folds. Maxson’s arms wrapped around the back of her thighs, one hand gripping her leg while the other went to her mound, his thumb reaching down to pull back the hood of her clit a little more just as his tongue found it, rolling against the swollen bud. 

Nate let more oil drip down Arthur’s cock and then over his own, hips working the Elder a little faster as he dug his nails into Arthur’s thighs and ran one hand up and down the man’s cock. Nora grabbed the bedsheets around Arthur’s head, holding on tight as she rocked against the man’s mouth. God, he was ruthless. He was eating her out like he wanted to watch her collapse onto him, and fuck but he was going to end up doing so if he kept this up. When Nate raised a slick finger to her nipple, still gripping Arthur’s hip tightly, to tweak the stiff peak, she pressed her lips together for a second, her breathing heavy, before she cried out. 

“Look at you,” Nate murmured. “He’s got a mouth on him and he knows just what to do with it. I remember you getting really squirmy when I asked you if you’d thought about his mouth, and now see what he can do. Got you all breathless and gasping. Perfect. Keep it up, sir.”

Arthur couldn’t help the low moan that rumbled from him and straight into Nora, his legs briefly shifting around Nate’s hips and pulling the other man closer. Fuck, his cock was aching; he was still hard and pressed up against his lower belly, nearly pulsing and begging to be touched longer than the few strokes he was getting here and there.

Unwrapping one of his arms from around Nora’s thigh, he reached down and grabbed ahold of himself, stroking to find some relief. Still, he kept his tongue flicking at Nora’s clit, thumb holding the hood of it back before he pulled the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucked—hard. 

Arthur was clearly going to get Nora there without Nate’s help as Nora’s thighs clamped hard around Arthur’s head, her back bowing over Arthur’s face. Nate knocked the Elder’s hand away and his own wrapped around Arthur’s cock. Hips speeding up once more, the sound of him fucking the younger man was now much louder, and he jerked him off roughly as Nora’s cries of pleasure filled the air, her body trembling. Nate dug his fingers harder into Arthur’s hip and then dragged the nails down, scratching old scars and the thick hairs covering Arthur’s thigh before he dug the nails in once more just above the knee, and then he leaned closer to kiss his wife’s shoulder. 

Heat was slowly beginning to coil in Maxson’s body the harder he got fucked and when his hand was batted away, he just raised it up to Nora’s back, fingers splayed as his palm was pressed against her spine. The pain of nails scratching him only garnered another deep moan from him that vibrated right against Nora’s clit, and Arthur just barely scraped his teeth against it before he started alternating between swirling his tongue along the sensitive bud and flicking the tip against it.

“Arthur,” tension was building unbearably quickly with each lick and suck, “Arthur, Arthur, god, fuck, oh!”

Her voice became a series of half-broken sobs of pleasure, and Nate rewarded him by fucking him harder, grunting in effort as he bit his lip and kept scratching him, listening to the noises that Arthur rewarded him with when he did so. 

“Think we wound Nora up quite a bit earlier,” Nate panted. “Good to see you’re keen to rectify that. For now. She loves edging.”

“F-fuck, you, Nate!” she ground out, her eyes squeezing shut even as her thighs quivered and began to shake around his head. She was going to cum, and she was going to cum very soon if Arthur kept this up. And if her husband kept talking like that…

Edging her was certainly an idea, but Arthur wasn’t sure he could focus well enough to keep it going—but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. With her thighs shaking around his head, the Elder pulled his mouth away from her clit, his thumb releasing the hood as his head fell back against the mattress. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, listening to how Nate’s hips were clapping against him. It was so loud and the combination of pressure and pleasure was fucking intense. But his eyes looked up to Nora and he gave her a lazy, lopsided grin, his beard shining with her slick. “Not yet.”

Nate laughed, pounding Arthur now as his grunts and growls filled the air behind Nora. “Mm- mm, gonna, fuck, gonna tease her, huh?”

“Oh fuck you!” Nora cried out, slumping back onto Arthur’s chest. That heat, that tension, it all began to fade away and she pressed her lips together, eyes closing. 

A sharp inhale through his teeth was made as his body jolted—shit. So far, the angle had mostly kept Nate from hitting his prostate, but perhaps the change in roughness had done something, because he felt Nate’s cock just barely brush against it. But he reached around between Nora’s legs again, his thumb finding her clit—yet, rather than pulling the hood back like last time, he, instead, started rubbing it in quick, rough circles. 

Nate felt the jolt, smirked, and grabbed Arthur’s hips with both hands, angling himself to try and brush against that spot again and again with each thrust. Nora jerked upwards, hands clenching into fists in the bedclothes as she tensed, gasping. 

“You wanna fuck her?” Nate asked breathlessly. 

The new angle certainly hit the spot and it had Arthur nearly shaking, his free hand gripping onto Nora’s thigh while the other kept rubbing her clit. “What, you wanna watch me—mmmshhhhit—you wanna watch me fuck your wife that bad?” he asked, panting. 

“Keep, mm, taking my hand off your cock,” Nate apologised. “But if No-Nora’s there…”

Nora straightened up, her hands bracing against Arthur’s shoulders, digging in. “Please,” she gasped, “I-I need-”

“You need what?” Maxson asked, sliding one hand up her thigh and to her side, then to her breast where he grabbed and squeezed. “You need my—fuck—you need my cock in you? That it?”

“Might not last long,” Nate teased, and with that he stopped showing Arthur any mercy, nails digging in, ignoring the constant stroke of tight muscle around his cock as he fought down his own pleasure to get the man off on his second orgasm. “C’mon, Arthur. Y- oh, you can, fuck, fuck her in a second.”

Throwing his head back, the Elder was unable to hold back the groan that escaped his chest, the heat that had been coiling deep in his belly growing even tighter with the harder thrusts, better angle, and sharp pain of nails in his skin. Reaching down, Arthur grabbed ahold of his cock again and started stroking once more, twisting his wrist with each change of direction and bringing himself closer to the edge with the added stimulation. 

“Next time,” Nate’s eyes fell on Arthur’s face past Nora’s shoulder, “you wanna share her?”

“Mm, fuck yes,” he groaned, stroking himself faster while he locked eyes with Nate, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. “I take one hole while you take the other?” 

Nate grinned. “Sounds good.”

Nora’s breath escaped her sharply, the picture clear in her mind. “Hate you both,” she breathed, eyes dropping to meet Arthur’s. 

“Mm, you say that,” Nate could feel Arthur trembling, “but you don’t mean it.”

The Elder lazily grinned up at her. “I agree with your husband. I’m actually— mmm—I’m actually starting to think you like me—“ Arthur made a sharp inhale, “—Fuck, you like me more than you did before.”

“She does,” Nate breathed, “and now she’s gonna, fuck, like you cumming on her back.”

“Good, because I’m so fucking close.” Reaching his free hand up, Maxson wrapped his fingers around the back of her shoulder and pulled her back a little, ensuring she wasn’t hunched over him while he felt the coiling in his gut so damn close to springing free—and after only a few more pumps, twists of his wrist, and thrusts from Nate, Arthur was tipping over the edge. He arched his back as he came, squeezing his cock while a breathy moan bellowed from his throat. 

“That’s a nice sound,” Nate panted, and he didn’t stop. He fucked Arthur through his orgasm, watching the spurts of white painting Nora’s back and drinking in the soft gasp she let out as she trembled, waiting between the two of them for someone to touch her. “Don’t worry,” Nate breathed, “we’re gonna take care of you, ok?” He wasn’t entirely sure if he was talking to his wife or his Elder, but either way, he was going to reach his own limit soon, and the sight of the two of them was doing nothing to slow that down. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Arthur growled, his hand stroking himself even after he finished coming; he had to slow his movements, however, eventually squeezing out the last bit of his spend onto himself—but his breathing was still ragged, his body moving up and down the bed with each thrust Nate made into him, and everything was so damn sensitive.  

Maxson raised his eyes to Nora as the hand on her shoulder returned to her thigh, and he moaned again as his thumb found her clit, rubbing circles on it. 

“Green?” Nate panted, even as Nora bucked her hips, rocking with his thumb. A soft sob escaped her at the direct stimulation and Nate raised a hand to cup her breast again. 

“Green,” he confirmed, swallowing hard. It was green for now, at least—but he knew that might not stay the case, at least from what his past subs had told him; he’d become more sensitive and it might become too much. “Are you close?” he asked Nate, his gaze flicking up to the older man. 

“Almost,” he groaned. “Tell- uhn, fuck- me if it, ahh, gets… gets too, oh, fuck, Arthur.”

Nora didn’t move from Arthur’s chest, though she shifted a little, feeling the cum drip down her back even as that tension started to coil between her thighs again. 

“Don’t you,” she panted, “stop, don’t-”

Arthur pulled her up his chest again, setting her over his face so he could quickly pull the hood of her clit back and suck the swollen bud back into his mouth like before, flicking his tongue against it. His cock was soft by now, resting in the crook of his right hip and groin as he spread his legs a bit more. 

The strangled cries that escaped her were accompanied by her hips furiously rocking into his face, and Nate watched, fascinated, slowing down just a little as Nora’s head tossed and she worked herself against Arthur’s mouth. Her shoulders were tensing- her whole body was tensing, trembling, preparing itself for the peak she had been denied before. Nate wondered if Arthur was going to let her reach it, and then he grinned, speeding up again as his cock began to twitch. Well, it would be both poetic and fucking hilarious if he came before her. He was already almost there, his thrusts quickly becoming erratic as he chased his pleasure. 

“Sound so fuckin’ good on his mouth,” Nate panted, “thank, you, Arthur, for, fuck, teasing her for me!”

And if he wasn’t getting it up again, that meant he got to watch Arthur fuck her. And god, if that idea wasn’t what tipped him over the edge. Growling, Nate’s nails dug into Arthur’s skin, leaving crescent shapes, and his cock jerked, filling Arthur with Nate’s release. He prolonged that pleasure with frantic cants of his hips until it was just too much, and then he slumped over his wife, his head on her shoulder as he panted loudly and heavily. 

With each roll of her hips, Maxson could tell she was getting closer to coming, her body almost moving frantically as it searched for release—but Nate came first, spilling inside him, and Arthur pulled his mouth away from Nora’s clit as he closed his eyes and moaned softly at the feeling, sighing with a mixture of relief and pleasure. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about having Nate cum inside him, but he didn’t get to think on it for long with a squirming woman atop him who’d had her second orgasm denied. 

Nora’s desperation came through in her sob the moment Arthur’s mouth pulled away from her and she swallowed. “Arthur, Arthur,” she gasped, “oh god, please!”

“You gonna do that again or let her cum?” Nate panted. “Either way. I’m gonna enjoy watching.”

The desperation in her voice had him laughing as he looked up to her, licking her slick from his lips. “Not yet, pretty thing,” Arthur purred, sliding a hand up her side. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum. I don’t think your husband would let me leave without doing so.”

Nate snorted. “You kidding? She’d love it. Go ahead.”

A frustrated keening sound escaped her throat and she exhaled heavily, sitting up. Her back met Nate’s chest, and Nate reached up to push some of her hair from her face. 

“How about,” he reached down and tapped Arthur’s soft cock, “I clean up, and whilst I’m cleaning up, you carry on making my wife beg?”

Grinning, Arthur nodded. “I think I can handle that.”

Nate slowly pulled out of Arthur’s ass. “Actually… you might need to come with me.”

The Elder nearly whined when Nate was pulling his cock out, the feeling sensitive and his body briefly tensing up; he could already feel cum starting to seep out of him. “… Ah, yeah, I guess I do,” he quietly agreed. 

Nora quickly clambered off him and sat down on the bed, panting softly as Nate peeled off and headed towards the sink. 

“You’ll - hopefully - get used to that feeling and the need to run off and clean up,” Nate chuckled, running the water and starting to clean himself off. “At least, I don’t think I put you off. You seemed to be having fun.”

Slowly, Arthur started to get up, groaning a little as he did; but when he was on his feet, he followed after Nate and started toward the sink. “Yeah, it was good. Just… new. Something I’ll have to get used to,” he said as he started to clean himself up. 

Nate nodded. “Well, I’m literally at your command whenever you want, so you just need to ask if you want me to help you relax a little.”

He looked up to Nate from where he was partially bent over, then glanced back at Nora where she was still on the bed. “Even without your wife?”

“I don’t have to be there,” Nora said. She managed to calm her breathing just a little. “You’re… fun. And so is he. Enjoy it.”

“Hm.” He looked Nate over. “You gonna be able to keep up with me? With your age?” he asked; there was a slight curve to one side of his mouth. 

“I can always just suck your dick,” Nate pointed out. “And use my fingers. Besides, I was flagging more from it being a while between getting touched again.”

“Uh-huh.” He was trying to have his tone come off as joking but it was starting to hit him it may not have worked. “Well, I’m sure there are plenty of things we can do.”

Nate looked over at Nora and grinned. “Hell yeah.”

He left her to squirm as he finished cleaning up. “Hey, if you ever need any advice; well, I don’t know everything, but I think I can help.”

“… Advice? About what?”

Nate gestured to Nora. “Doing scenes like this. You’re not exactly an old hand at this, are you? Not if you’re only 20 and you’ve gone literal months without a sub.”

Maxson hesitated before answering but sighed. “No, I’m not. I mean… I was introduced to all this when I was sixteen, but I didn’t exactly have anyone to help me along after a while. Once I became Elder, the first person I slept with wasn’t part of my life anymore and I was on my own from there, so it was all sort of touch-and-go.” He stood up straight and rolled his shoulders. “I try to be careful about what subs I take. It’s… difficult to have a sub when you’re at my rank.”

Nate and Nora’s brows rose. Sixteen. They exchanged glances. “Understood, and it’s good to know you take this shit seriously,” Nate told him. “You and Nora - people will do a lot to get on the good side of people with your kind of clout, so I’m glad you’re being cautious. If you like, we can start pretty much straight after this. Unless you want to stop and take a break to go over it now?”

“What is it you want to go over, exactly?” Arthur asked, hoping he wasn’t about to regret it. 

Nate hesitated. “You’ve got communication issues,” he pointed out. “Nora said no choking, you grabbed her neck without asking, that sort of thing, even though you said you don’t like hands on your neck, but you didn’t ask if she felt the same way. I’d say that’s the only one that stood out. I’d like to ask about your aftercare, how you set up the scene, if you talk about likes and dislikes, that sort of thing. It’s important stuff that I’m hoping you mostly already know about, but if you don’t… well, I’m sure the next sub you take will like it more if we teach you a few things you didn’t know before.”

Arthur’s nails were scratching at his jaw through his beard as he listened, frustration already blooming beneath his skin. He knew he wasn’t the best Dom; he’d had subs in the past who’d complained to him about some of the things he did—and didn’t do—that made him want to improve, but he didn’t always know how. Yet, despite the opportunity presented before him and despite how he was willing to accept whatever help the Pendleton’s were offering, he couldn’t keep his frustration from growing. 

“I do typically ask about likes and whatnot. My previous subs have all expressed an interest in being grabbed that way and I think I may have just gotten lost in it rather than paying attention. My aftercare…” he paused, exhaling heavily, “Needs work.”

“Arthur,” Nate said, “this isn’t a criticism. You’re inexperienced. It happens. You wanna talk about it now or later?”

A low grunt of frustration was made before he waved his hand. “Let’s just do it now.”

Nora exhaled heavily and leaned back against the bed. Nate glanced over at her, grinning. “Oh, honey. Are we leaving you high and dry to give Arthur some lessons?” He looked back at Arthur. “Do you want to get her off first or do that later?”

“Hm.” Looking Nora over, he wet his bottom lip with his tongue before smirking. “Maybe tease her while we talk. How does that sound?”

“Sure, if you can concentrate,” Nate drawled.