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Kyle’s whimpering, watching Roy laying on his back with Donna laid on top of him in the most gorgeous 69 he’s ever seen. They’re enviously familiar with each other, and Donna looks comfortably serene stretched out the way she is, her black hair tossed across one shoulder and her face tilted down to lap slowly at Roy’s folds. Roy, long and languid on his back, knees bent open wide, has his big arms wrapped around Donna’s waist to keep her pussy against his mouth. He lifts his head off the bed to follow any time she twitches away, only to flare her hips back and press into him again.
Roy goes for gusto, Kyle notices- had noticed when Roy sucked him off earlier, making Kyle so hard he slapped his belly button when Roy let Kyle’s cock go with a sassy little pop. His tongue dips inside Donna over and over, he tucks his chin and closes his pink mouth over everything he can, he makes her shiver and buck at him when he uses just the tip to draw wild patterns across her clit. Roy turns to the side and sucks on the softest skin of her inside thigh. Roy's jaw and mouth are glistening. His calloused thumb- Kyle knows how those rough hands feel- rubs back and forth like a beat across one dimple on Donna’s low back.
By comparison Donna would seem cooler than Roy’s exuberant labor. He’s loud and messy and moans just from the taste of her and lets off huffed pants through his nose while his mouth is occupied. Donna seems cooler, until the moment Kyle starts hearing her and then he can’t stop. She’s humming, a constant quiet moan sighing out of her on every breath. She breaths it against Roy’s mound, against the sensitive nub she keeps lapping at. It’s a patient, certain rhythm of her mouth until Roy's coming with muffled moans and twitching thighs.
They told Kyle about it, that they’ve known how to do this to each other since they were younger. That’s why they fit together like this, why they can pick each other like a lock.
They’re in Donna’s room. It’s comfortable and clean and the bed is bigger than Roy’s full size mattress. It smells like Donna. Late afternoon shimmers outside in the little park around the manor and the light makes Donna’s back look silky and warm.
Roy takes a moment to breath, replacing his mouth with the fingers of one hand that stroke back and forth across Donna’s clit. When he rolls his head to the side to look at Kyle he’s got a sinful grin across his wet mouth and his red hair is falling away from his face to curl and cowlick on the bed sheet.
“Don, he’s gone glazed over,” Roy says, and snaps his fingers jokingly, as if to snap Kyle out of his haze.
Roy’s right and Kyle likes being down like this. He’s been edging for twenty minutes beside them on his knees while they rubbed against each other until they found this position. Kyle’s allowed only a short ribbed construct to sit on and clench around. It comes achingly close to his prostate every time he lifts up and settles down again. He’d be stroking the black tendrils of Donna’s hair across Roy’s hip if his wrists weren’t cuffed behind his back in green and chained to a simple inch wide collar around his throat. Kyle can’t touch them or himself, he can only rock against the construct in his ass and watch while his mouth goes dry, imagining he could get his tongue on either of them.
“Do you hear him?” Roy says, looking back again at Donna. Roy lifts his head and drags his tongue from her clit to her ass. Donna pushes back against him, open. Kyle’s throat clicks when he swallows. Roy does it again and Kyle whimpers.
Donna swipes her hair back and lifts her head to look at Kyle. She smiles at him from her eyes.
“Please,” he mouths to her while Roy isn’t looking. Kyle’s begging with his expression, with his cock bobbing in free air every time he cheats a little and makes the construct inside him big enough to massage him where he’s swollen and needs it. “Donna,” Kyle whispers.
Roy hears him and frees his mouth to tease Kyle more, likely to make him beg, but Donna sits back and quiets him, biting her bottom lip with mirth Roy doesn’t quite see.
“Make me come and then Kyle’s going to get inside me. He’s been so patient.”
Kyle whimpers in relief and hope and Roy doubles down. Donna lifts herself onto straight arms and Kyle goes awestruck admiring the arch of her back and the pretty way her breasts hang.
“You’re so beautiful, Donna,” he rambles. “I love your skin. You're so soft and strong. Your hair smells fucking amazing when you let me kiss your neck. Thank you, thank you, I’m gonna do so good when I get inside you, I promise.”
Donna rises up like a Sphynx and sets a little grinding rhythm against Roy’s face. She’s closed her eyes but doesn’t hide or tease. It’s as if she radiates the whole bed from the pleasure of her mounting orgasm.
“So good...I’ll do it just like you showed me. Yeah? I like it that way, slow, a little bit at a time.” Kyle’s hips twitch forward, antsy to be inside. “Thank you, I’ll wait for you. Thank you.”
Donna comes with a long moan. She breathes in a lungful through her nose and sighs it out every time. She shivers and fists the sheets. Donna shimmers. Fuck, Kyle wants to make her do that.
It’s a slow melt until Donna lays down again and pillows her cheek on Roy’s thigh, breathing deep and steady in the afterglow. Roy has his head back against the bed and pants hard enough that Donna’s body rises a little with every heave of his chest. Still he finds it in him to turn to the side and kiss up her thigh.
Roy meets Kyle’s eye. “Get off that construct and come here.” His voice is deep and solid and Kyle crawls toward them on his knees before he realizes he’s done it. The construct massaging his insides dissipates.
“Where?” Kyle asks dumbly, like he hadn’t just been thinking about exactly this. Roy frees one of his arms from the tangle of Donna’s legs and reaches out, hooking Kyle by the hip and guiding him down the bed until he’s kneeling over Roy’s head. Kyle’s trembling, feeling all of his soft spots exposed to Roy below him. He’s shivering, staring down at Donna’s cunt, her folds swollen and reddened from two orgasms already. She’s clearly wet all over.
“Gorgeous, right?” Past his cock Kyle can see Roy’s face underneath him and his sharp grin. Roy’s hand slides from his hip to the base of his dick. Kyle inhales a hiss when Roy strokes him strongly to the tip and encourages a bead of pre to pool at the slit. “Shit, you’re so fucking hard.” Roy strokes down again and Kyle’s hips twitch forward into the calloused grip.
“Roy, don’t-” he begs as Roy keeps stroking, slow and tight.
“You’re not gonna come already, are you?” Roy teases from below.
Kyle knows that his bitten down moan is enough of an answer. There’s sweat beading on the back of his neck. He looks from Roy to where Donna’s waiting patiently, barely disturbed by Roy’s antics. She looks goddamn peaceful pillowed on Roy’s thigh. She’s looking back at them, eyes half lidded and mouth hidden behind the curve of her muscled shoulder.
Roy tightens his thumb and first two fingers around the base of Kyle’s cock painfully. “Rayner,” he says, in that short way that means he’s fucked up.
In his moments of adoring Donna, Kyle’s bonds had dissipated. He was reaching toward her.
“Sorry. I’m sorry, I just want to touch her, please,” Kyle begs, hoping to get out of this one, hoping he didn’t just wreck his chance at getting inside her. He quickly puts his wrists behind his back, summoning the cuffs again to look as if he’d never forgotten about them. “I’m gonna be good. I swear I’m gonna be really good.” He looks between them both, unsure which one might fold to him.
Donna turns her face away and closes her eyes. She noses at Roy’s milky thigh. “Be nice, Roy.”
Kyle looks down at the red head and catches the way Roy runs his tongue over his top teeth.
“Okay, Rayner.”
Kyle expects Roy to let go but instead he feels a tug and has no choice but to follow, rocking his hips forward. Roy’s scarred knuckled grip guides him up and rubs Kyle’s cockhead across Donna’s clit. Kyle bites his lip.
Roy plays with them. He gets Kyle wet by rubbing and sliding him between Donna’s folds. His grip isn’t so painful anymore but he’s still commanding where Kyle goes.
Kyle’s tip lines up with Donna’s center and Roy drags him in to get wrapped in the wet heat of her. She shifts, digs her knees into the bed, and pushes back. A low hum from her interrupts his own excited breathing. It’s a slow sink, a steady press.
Kyle’s lodged inside as deep as he can be with Roy’s fingers still around the base of his cock. They’re there for a reason, Roy’s reminding him to keep it cool, Roy’s keeping him in check when all Kyle wants to do is push and push and push and come so sweetly inside Donna. He can’t do that, so he starts babbling, looking down at the place they’re joined.
“You feel so good. Oh my god I’m in love with you. I’m so hard, I could come right now. I feel like I’m gonna come. Donna, the shit you do to me. Thank you. I’m gonna be good. Am I being good?”
“You’re being very good, Kyle,” she says, looking back at him over her shoulder again. Kyle’s fixed on her face now, the way her hair is falling over one eye. He’s going to draw that tomorrow. He’s going to relive this.
“Thank you. Thank you, Donna,” he pants.
Roy guides him back to the tip and out again and Kyle sobs.
“Please. Please. Again, please,” he begs, cool air on his cock. Kyle’s stomach is twitching, his hips are hitching forward. His cock angles down and-
Roy’s lips wrap around him and Kyle is allowed to thrust shallowly into his mouth. Roy’s tongue swirls around him and a moan vibrates from him and right up Kyle’s spine.
“Shit!” Kyle squeaks. Roy’s sucking Donna off of him.
Donna isn’t left alone for long. Roy guides Kyle in an overwhelming parade of heat and sensation. He gets to thrust into Donna slow and deep, listens to her moaning for it all while Roy licks and suckles at his balls. When Roy seems to get needy he pulls Kyle out and takes him down his throat.
Roy ignores him entirely when Donna gets louder. His mouth goes to her clit and Roy closes his eyes with focus. She holds there, balanced on her forearms and pressing back against Kyle.
“Roy,” she moans in a long breath. Donna sounds like she’s asking for help, like she’s so close.
“Come on, Don,” Roy says, breaking away long enough to encourage her. “Come for Kyle. He’s doing a good job, isn’t he?” He swipes his tongue on her clit. “Show him how good he’s doing.”
Kyle gasps when Roy lets go of his cock and uses both hands on her cheeks to spread her open. That’s permission to come, if Kyle ever saw it.
“He’s looking at you, aren’t you Kyle? You think she’s so gorgeous here?”
“I’m-” Kyle’s crashing toward his own orgasm, he’s pushing and pushing and she’s hot and getting tight.
“Fuck, Donna, you don’t even know.” Roy’s thumbs dive in and massage either side of where Kyle’s thrusting into her. He ducks his chin and closes his mouth around her clit and mound.
Donna comes pressing back on them both. Kyle’s going to follow her, he’s going to-
“I’m-! Oh my God.” He paints the first pulse of cum inside her and then Donna slips off of him and off Roy’s mouth, oversensitive and shaking. The rest leaves pearly ropes across her ass and Roy’s face. It strings and snaps between them. Roy’s tongue swipes out and cleans his lips off. A touch on his cock angles it down so Roy can catch Kyle in his mouth and suck at him one more time. Roy’s throat bobs when he swallows then he opens his mouth and shoves at Kyle’s hip.
Kyle slumps to the side and avoids kneeing Roy in the head by some miracle. He lays panting. His eyes close and he listens while they move.
“Come on baby,” Roy says, a soft rumble. Donna sighs and the bed shifts. Kyle barely peeks at them and sees that they’re untangled. She’s close by, stretching out on her back. Roy is sitting up and dragging the corner of the sheet over to wipe his face. Kyle closes his eyes.
When the bed dips again, Kyle’s bleary and the corner of his mouth is damp. He was nearly sleeping. A hand closes around his forearm and Roy’s voice is close to his ear and makes Kyle shiver.
“Let the cuffs go.”
The green restraints blink away. Roy eases Kyle’s arms to his sides and rolls him to lay on his back. The calloused hands squeeze life back up Kyle arms from wrist to shoulder and by the time Roy’s asking him to sit up, Kyle’s eyes are open and he’s thirsty as fuck.
A cool glass of water appears in his hand and he drinks all of it. Roy takes it back and Kyle hears it find a home on the nightstand.
The light outside had passed through sunset while he’d closed his eyes. It’s darker now in the room, but the city never truly sleeps. The room is full of blue and black shadows, and Kyle watches Roy and Donna move with yellow grainy edges on the planes of their bodies that face the window. Kyle finds that he’s oriented the right way around in the bed so he sits back against the pillows and watches, feeling hazy like he’s dreaming.
Roy’s up and bracing one hand on the bed to lean over Donna. For a minute he just strokes her hair and her shoulder blade. Then Donna rises up from the sheets like liquid, up to sit on her hip and then swings her legs over the side. Roy stands up, bending a little to kiss her where she sits. The hand he has in her hair pulls and Donna’s head drops back, her spine goes curved. Roy’s kissing her hard.
When Roy finishes the kiss he mumbles against Donna’s mouth.
“Put my harness on me.”
Donna inclines her head and brushes another kiss onto Roy’s mouth. She slips off of the bed and doesn’t make a sound walking to the dresser; Kyle knows she’s floating. The black leather harness is sitting on top of the dresser where Roy had put it when they came in earlier, distracted by trading kisses and removing clothing. Donna brings it back with Roy’s favorite cock and the bottle of lube. She puts those on the bed and holds out the harness toward the light until she can orient it.
Roy made it himself; it fits him perfectly. The straps wrap around his thighs and waist and leave him mostly free to be played with while he wears it. There’s extra geometric straps to accentuate his ass and Adonis belt, all decorated with a pattern of steel rivets. It all comes to a center around the steel ring at the front.
Roy stands still with his arms loosely folded and out of the way while Donna slips it around his waist and thighs and closes the buckles. She gets on her knees to do this, she circles him and checks the arrangement of the straps. Donna slides against his back as she rises up again. She squeezes his shoulders and Roy unwinds his arms.
When Donna comes around to face him Roy bows a little as she cups his jaw in her hands, bringing him close enough to push their foreheads together. Then she slides closer and puts her mouth on his ear and Kyle can’t hear what she’s saying.
As he watches, straining to listen, Donna pushes one hand back into Roy’s hair and fists it tight. Her other hand slides down his body and cups between Roy’s legs, fingers disappearing in the shadows there.
Roy closes his eyes and takes a shaky breath. His hands are resting lightly on her waist, barely holding her. He nods once to something she says.
Donna leans back and lifts her hand from between Roy’s legs and suckles her fingertips into her mouth. Roy is watching with his mouth slightly open and slack.
“Good boy,” Donna tells him. Kyle knows the way Roy flushes with pride whenever she says that. Donna floats a few inches as she steps aside. By the grip in Roy’s hair she turns him toward the bed, toward Kyle, and lets go. Roy comes toward him like a wound up doll, palming up the lube as he crawls onto the bed with intense focus.
Kyle’s already sinking back into the pillows, bracing himself for whatever Donna has set upon him.
It’s slick. It’s Roy pushing lube into him with two fingers first and then three.
Donna climbs onto the bed with grace and stretches out beside Kyle, her tits brushing his ribcage. She takes both of his wrists in one of hers and holds them above his head against the headboard. Donna’s strong. Kyle’s starting to writhe on his back, starting to feel open and caught between her grip on his wrists and the instructions she’d given Roy; clearly something about overwhelming Kyle until he’s a panting moaning mess.
Roy’s satisfied with fingering him and he twists away to grab his cock laying on the sheets. It’s pink, Kyle’s seen it in the light. It’s pink like Roy’s nipples and his sunburns and his mouth and between his legs when he’s worked up horny. Roy fits the base snugly into the harness ring and dribbles lube along it. It sounds wet when he fists it and strokes.
Kyle’s legs open wide when Roy cups him behind the knees and spreads him. The head of the cock is cool with lube when it taps against his hole.
“Oh my god. Roy, Roy,” Kyle says. Roy’s pushing inside and rubs right up against his prostate. Kyle’s head whips back against the pillow and he shakes.
Roy pauses and Kyle can feel their eyes on him.
“Don’t stop,” he begs hoarsely. Kyle inclines his head toward Donna beside him. “Donna, tell him. Please, please, tell him.”
“Fuck him, Roy,” Donna says, barely looking away from Kyle’s sweaty pleading.
Roy does.
Kyle feels split open and full up on Roy’s cock. He’s choking on moans and pulling against Donna’s hold on his wrists. Roy is unleashed. Roy fucks Kyle until his eyes roll back and he’s riding one long high. His chest is aching, his balls are drawn up tight and aching. They won’t touch him, he has to come like this, Kyle already knows.
At some point Donna climbs on top of him and Kyle opens his mouth and gives her his tongue. She’s salty. That’s him. Kyle licks his cum off of her and gets his face wet for it. He sucks her clit in pulses and takes after Roy in a breathless reckless display of patterns.
“Yes, that’s good, Kyle,” Donna murmurs above him, stroking his sweaty hair back from his face. “Mmn...yeah, keep doing that.” Kyle’s jaw is aching but he flicks his tongue over and over across her clit and folds. “Oh Kyle…!” Her petting turns to a firm grip in his hair that keeps him close. Kyle can hardly keep any kind of rhythm, Donna just grinds against his face, getting him soaked, and comes. She’s high pitched and quivering, convulsing in waves.
When he can breathe again and she’s backed off to sit on his chest, wet with a comfortable weight grounding him against Roy’s onslaught, Donna grips his chin.
“How does it feel, Kyle? Does it feel good? Roy’s going to fuck you until you come. I know you can’t hold out. You can do it again, can’t you? I’ve seen you do it, nothing but a cock inside you and you come all over yourself.”
Kyle imagines he can feel Roy in his throat. He keeps looking up at Donna. He’s fading out.
“Let go Kyle, come for me.”
Kyle blinks slow and heavy and feels it coming on. Roy’s dragging inside him in ways that make him feel unmade. He hears Roy talking too, between his panting.
“Come baby. Show me. You like that? Little slut? All full of me? Come, Kyle.”
When Kyle comes he arches off of the bed from tailbone to shoulders and cries.
“Oh fuck! Oh shit-shit oh fuck-”
“Yeah, that’s it.” Roy sounds so fucking satisfied and smug.
Donna’s hand slips from his chin to his throat and Kyle feels it rest there, steady and warm, a little pressure to ground him. She lets go of his wrists and he drops his hands to hold on to her strong forearm.
Kyle’s spine drops to the bed and he shivers while Roy slows and stops. The man is panting just as hard as Kyle. As they catch their breath Roy gentles Kyle’s legs down to rest splayed across Roy’s where he kneels around Kyle.
The pressure on his throat lets up and Donna pets his hair again. She bends down and kisses him slowly with an open mouth.
“Fuck, I gotta-” Roy pulls out completely and he slings one leg over Kyle’s right thigh. Roy is soaking when he straddles Kyle. The leather strap on the inside of each thigh rub forward and back against his skin as Roy grinds against him. Roy’s heavy, Roy’s panting like a desperate man. Roy rubs himself on Kyle’s thigh until he comes, smearing Kyle’s hip with the head of his lube slick cock.
Roy keeps humping him like he’s only getting higher.
Donna shoves her tongue in Kyle’s mouth.
They’re not done with him and he’s so happy for it.
“You’re going to return the favor,” Donna promises.