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You rubbed comforting circles into Steven’s thigh as he drifted off with his head on your lap. A movie played on the TV, but your focus was on the beautiful man in front of you.
You moved your hand up from his thigh to his head and began massaging his scalp. He practically melted into you at that. A grin crept into your face. You know Steven, you know what makes him tick, and what gets you what response.
Steven was still in between the land of sleep and consciousness when your fingers trailed back down his body. He didn’t react at first, as you got closer to his lower abdomen, the more he tensed. With three fingers you pressed down lightly. A struggled moan escaped his lips.
With that, Steven’s eyes shot open. He hurriedly looked around before his eyes landed on you. The moment he registered it, his face was a bright red. He quickly looked back down only to notice your hands at the edge of his pants.
“Can I?”
“Yes,” he whispered out.
You slipped your fingers underneath the waistband and into his boxers. He shuddered as your fingers trailed his cock.
You reached with your other arm to get his pants off, but pretty much failed to do so.
“Hey-! I can do it!” Steven yelped, fingers also scrambling to try to pull them off.
You quickly put an end to it by flipping him, so he was laying flat on the couch and you were straddling him. With the easy access now, you unzipped him before pulling both the boxers and pants. Fuck. You could barely hold yourself back. He just looked so delectable.
Steven was practically screeching with the ferocity you were going at him, pulling off all his clothes. You were brought back to reality with Steven clawing at your back crying out. You slowed down and used your leg to spread his thighs apart.
You leaned forward and pressed a kiss at his hardness and used your hands to start palming his cock. Steven, ever so sensitive, arched his back off the couch straight into you.
You leaned back, taking in the sight of the already fucked out look of your lover. You leaned back in, one last time to tease his hole with your tongue. Right when you were about to slip your finger in, you remembered the lube.
“Fuck.”
Steven was brought back from high of pleasure when you suddenly stopped, “H-huh?”
“Why’dya stop” he whined with a slur.
“Lube love, so you don’t get hurt”
“H-uh, ah um..” Steven struggled to remember if he had any in the flat.
“My bed stand might have some…!”
“Alright.” You grab Steven up and lift him in bridal carry to the bed.
He squirms in your arms the entire walk, struggling to get comfortable. You gently throw him onto bed while you search for lube in the night stand. You quickly found it and practically leaped into bed after Steven.
You slotted yourself in between his legs.
“Slow down-!” He yelped as he watched you pour some of the cold lube onto his hole and onto your fingers.
You grinned up at him, so you pushed a finger in. He fell apart so fast after that. As you went from one finger to two, then to three, working him wide open for you, he devolved into a mess of pain and pleasure.
He was practically a liquid with how he was melting into it all. The mess of lube didn’t help the situation much either.
You continued to fuck him with your long fingers, pushing at his rim, while you kissed every part of him, even sucking some marks into his chest.
Once you thought he was all stretched out, you pulled your fingers out to replace it with your cock. You pushed your tip lightly at his hole, watching it slowly penetrate him.
Steven watched you too, lifting and holding his own legs up with the last of his strength to give you better access. Tears formed as he felt the intrusion push further and further. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears forced out of his eyes. It was all too much.
You rubbed his tears away as you finally fully bottomed out in him. He was so warm and tight around you, flesh barely relaxing, just continually squeezing. You lent forward and grabbed the legs he was still holding and wrapped it around yourself. You watched as his arms flopped back, exhausted. You stayed in position, not moving your hips while you kissed up his body again.
“Such a beautiful body for such a beautiful being…” you muttered once you reached his neck.
Steven’s eyes opened again at your words and felt you go down to bite his neck. You barely made a bite mark as you sucked a hickey onto him.
“move” he finally said.
“Hm?” You replied, still sucking at his neck.
Steven knew what you wanted, he knew you wanted to see him beg. He tightened his legs around your waist and moved his spent arms to lift your face off him.
“Move.” He said with a strained voice.
“Thought you had better manners than that love.”
“Please!” He begged with a strained voice.
He continued to beg, “please! I need it. I need you, please darling, please!” You could hear it crack with a sob, he was so desperate for you.
A wicked grin crept across your face as you gave one harsh push with your hips.
He almost screamed at the motion. You slowly started thrusting into him. He went a little fast, trying to angle yourself until you hit his prostate. He eyes went wide and you could tell he was about to scream from the pleasure. You quickly covered his mouth and he screamed into your palm.
“Neighbors baby” you said, still thrusting into that spot, “you wouldn’t want them to get mad at us again, right?”
He quickly nodded and bit back his tongue. Despite this, he still tried to get his hips to meet your thrusts to feel more of you, to go deeper. You let go of his face and move both hands to his hips to hold him in place as you pushed him even further.
He watched as you pounded him, his own cock hitting his stomach from the force. He reached down to touch himself, but you stopped him. You led his hand to his stomach, where you had watched your dick make a small bulge into his stomach with every thrust. Steven blushed at the realization of what he was feeling with his hands.
“That’s- that- how-“ he could barely formulate a sentence through his moans and barely delirious mind.
You sush-ed him and went on. You grabbed him and twisted him onto his side to get an even better angle, to breach him even further if that was possible.
And it seems like it was.
Steven was outright crying now, “To big! Ah! Itstoomuch”
“toomuchtoomuchtoomuch” he was chanting.
You gripped his hips tighter, it would leave marks over his pretty body, but you liked seeing it over your moaning lover.
Steven was panting so hard now, the sensation of being stretched and pushed up again was making him feel so dizzy, it really was too much. Even in your own lust-filled haze you recognized Steven’s cries. You slowed down but it was too late.
He finally released, a loud moan breaking through all sounds. Cum landed on his stomach as his eyes fluttered closed.
Shit, he passed out. You came to a complete stop.
You were about to pull out when he suddenly woke up. He grabbed your arm.
“Steven? Are you okay?” You didn’t mean to push him like that. You really didn’t.
“I- I… ya”
Your eyebrows furrowed. You were relieved for a moment, but that wasn’t Steven’s voice. You could tell. His high voice and accent were replaced with a deeper voice. Then you realized. Marc.
“Huh, didn’t expect this how we would meet for the first time Marc.”
“Fuck- Steven lost control”
“I figured.” You sighed.
You really fucked up.
“Well this was an awkward first meeting, here I’ll-”
You were about to pull out again when Marc interrupted you.
“Wait.”
He was completely red in the face, “You can keep going…”
“Marc, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable love. I went too far, we have to stop.”
“No-! It’s.. It’s fine, you haven’t finished yet.”
You hadn’t, but was that really important right now? Steven lost consciousness, you forced a switch like that. You should’ve paid closer attention. You were opening your mouth to argue back but Marc’s voice came out first.
“And..” Marc looked away and continued with a whisper “Steven can still feel this…”
You didn’t even know his body could even turn that red.
You paused.
“He’s still there?”
“Ya, he’s just… I don’t know, but he’s still here, he’s wanting you. He- we want you.”
Then you realize what he was asking, now it was your turn to turn red.
“you both want this”
He wrapped his arms around your neck and legs around your waist, your dick still slotted in his ass.
“Yes,” he whispered even more quietly.
This whole time? Was Marc there too? Steven never mentioned it, but maybe Marc was there all the time when they-
You stopped your thought, those were questions for another day. Right now you had a needy Steven, no Marc, in front of you.
You slowly started moving against his hold, just to test the waters. A stuttered moan left Marc. Shit, he sounded so hot. He held on tight around your neck.
“Go faster… Steven wants you to go faster” he said in a quiet yet sultry voice.
“Please” He sounded like he was almost begging.
The words went straight to your dick. Having both of them under you, practically begging for you to wreck him. You decided to go forward, this time with a lot more clarity.
“You sound so pretty under me, all those cute noises. You both sound so gorgeous. ”
He buried his head even further into your neck, muffling his face and moans. You pulled his arms away from you and pushed his head back onto the pillow.
Marc’s eyes were blown out, his face still fully flushed. He used his now free arms to try to cover his face, but you held his arms in place next to him.
You leaned into his ear, “don’t hide, I wanna hear you just like I hear Steven…”
Despite the overstimulation, Marc’s cock was rising again. You moved your hand to his stiff dick and grabbed at its base. You gave him a good few strokes.
“Gonna cum. Gonna cum!” Marc moaned out.
You held tightly onto his dick. “Not just yet, I’ve barely even done anything to you.”
He let out frustrated moans as you pounded harder into him. Tears filled his eyes as you kept hitting his prostate. You moved your hands to twirl his nipples, while he wasn’t too sensitive there, he still reacted with louder moans. You wanted to pleasure him further, but all the sounds and the feeling of Marc’s tightness around you brought you close to release.
Marc cried out as you both reached your peak. He clenched so tightly around you, tears fell down his face as he felt pure pleasure. You were painting his overstimulated hole white with cum. Marc was moaning as more cum fell from his dick and made a bigger mess of his stomach.
He was losing consciousness again and he cried out more as he weakly lifted his hand to rest against your face.
“I got you.”
You kissed his tears away as he finally let go and fell asleep.
You pulled out watching the cum drip from his hole. You smiled at the view, your beautiful lover, all fucked out with tears in his eyes.
You calmed down and cleaned yourself off before going to get a wet towel to clean him up. You came back and wiped up his stomach and leaking puffy hole. You kissed his cheek as you then lifted his unconscious body up.
You really had to hold yourself back, unconscious twice in one session? What the hell was going on.
“Wake up love” you whispered, worry laced in your voice, as you carried him to the bathtub in his flat.
His eyes slowly opened, he wrapped his arms around your neck.
“I’m awake” came out Steven’s gentle voice.
You let out a breath of relief so you put him down in the tub. You climbed in after, turning on the hot water in the shower.
You had to make it up to him.
He was turned away from you, but you could tell he was embarrassed.
“You did great baby” you held onto his waist from the back, pulling him closer in, “Marc too.”
He hunched over a bit more, “I didn’t want you to meet Marc like that… I just got so overwhelmed. I didn’t know what was happening…”
“Baby” you turn him around to face you, “I’m sorry.”
You could feel the regret lacing through your voice.
“Why are you apologizing-“
“I didn’t realize how much I was overwhelming you.” You kissed his cheek then his collar bone where you had left the hickey, “I’m so so sorry.”
“No-! It’s fine!”
“Still.” Your voice strained, “I can understand if you don’t want to do that again.”
“Stop, stop! We enjoyed it! We both liked it! You didn’t do anything bad!”
Steven held your face and lifted it up to his eye level. He could see the pain in your eyes, he knew you didn’t enjoy hurting him or causing him any sort of pain.
“It’s okay.” He said gently, “You didn’t mean for it, you didn’t mean to make us switch.”
“…”
You didn’t know how to respond, looking into his determined eyes, you wondered how you ended up with someone like him, you really didn’t deserve him.
You leaned into the palm on your cheek, “Let's use a safe word next time though, just for my sanity, I got so scared. ”
He leaned in and kissed you, “Okay, I’d be okay with that.”
The rest of the time in the bathroom was silent. Not uncomfortable though, just a perfect and loving silence. You slowly cleaned the two of you up as Steven was still feeling weak from the whole sex session. Steam from the bath clung to your bodies as you worked on cleaning and kissing every part of him, while he was in your arms.
When you two were dry and dressed, you went back to the bed stripping the dirty sheets off of it, only leaving the fitted one behind. You opened the window to the street too, trying to air out the smell of sex into the cold city night. You lead him to bed.
Soon you two were under the covers, warming up from the cold of the outside air. Steven’s head laid against your chest. On the cusp of sleep, he looked up at you with his tired and gentle eyes. You gently rubbed your finger against his lips as he softly smiled. What a perfect moment.
It was in your nature to ruin it though.
You whispered with a grin into his ear, “I have another request. Next time, I wanna see your pretty lips wet around my dick.”
“Hey!” He yelped, smacking his hand against your ribs.
A laugh rose out of you as you tucked Steven back into your chest. You could faintly feel his heart racing when you rested your arms and hands across his back.
“Good night Steven”
He hummed.
“Good night to Marc too.”
Sleep came quickly after that.