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“She told me ya’know.” Rotxo said. He was almost humming the words, his deep voice vibrating across the mauri in a soft caress. Spider glanced up from his position on the woven floor, eyes distant and tongue slow and heavy in his mouth, nevertheless he tried to respond.
“To- told ya what?” he asked, rubbing his thighs together, it had gotten really hot and smokey in the mauri, smoke and deep incense entering and exciting his body with every breath he took. He had built up a sheer sweat and he yearned to stretch and spread himself out but under Rotxo’s heavy stare he suddenly felt- shy. Kiri was a sprawled mess a few feet away from him, watching them talk with heavy lidded eyes. It made her look even more gorgeous, the dim light peeking its way through the curtains of the closed home. It made her syuretan (navi word for bioluminescence) glow dully, lighting her body entirely.
“Told me everything, man,” Rotxo waved his arm absently through the air, the gesture frustratingly attractive. Rotxo was a big Navi, bigger than most of the people Spider had encountered, and his arms were corded with muscle from rowing and other work. His tattoos were beautiful as well, curling over his pec and leading down his left arm in beautiful tribal designs. His hair, wavy and loosely coiled, flowed down to his mid-shoulders and framed his face. Rotxo was handsome, Spider thought hazily. Very handsome.
“But what she didn’t tell me about her poor pet Spider,” he husked out eyes traveling across Spider’s body daringly, zeroing in one where Spider has his legs stubbornly closed “Was that he was so pretty.”
Spider swallowed thickly, as he heard Kiri’s laugh low and raspy join in the fray. “Does that matter, Ro?” she asked, sitting up lazily and stretching out, her legs brushing Spider’s arm and he jerked back, curling up shyly at the way the action had both of the Navi focusing on him. He wanted to move from his laid back position on the floor, the way that the two Navi were sitting above him made him feel like prey in a way. He looked at the muscle in Rotxo’s thigh, shifting whenever he made a movement and compared it to his own. While Spider wouldn't call himself weak by any standard a human would have no chance against them, born on Pandora or not.
“It matters a lot, Kiri,” Rotxo argued, shifting closer on his heels, the movement vaguely predatory and smooth. His hair shifted as he came closer to Spider and Kiri, covering a bit of his face, and Spider bit his lip, shifting at the deep tug in his gut. “Woulda made me more agreeable.” he grumbled as he sat near. He sat close Spider’s feet, kneeling over him.
Spider yelped as a warm hand covered his ankle and pulled gently, pushing him toward Rotxo a few inches. He didn’t let go on his ankle, but his hands moved up to touch Spider’s leg, tingles shooting up his spine as Rotxo’s hands found his thighs and squeezed there, making Spider’s thigh spill out on his fingers.
“See there,” Rotxo purred, big hands encasing his thigh “Pretty pet.”
Spider whimpered, the noise sharp and loud in the mauri. He had never been described as pretty before, sure he was cute or had a certain charm to him but never pretty, he was a man. But when one of the women had advised him of getting rid of his locs, warning of water rot he had listened and had spent the day brushing them out. When he had finished his hair was silky smooth, cascading smoothly down his back. He had received more stares than usual that day but it was nothing he wasn't used to.
But the description tangled and messed with him more than he thought it would, made him want to duck and hide under their heavy gazes, pull his leg back from Rotxo’s hand and dash out the tension filled mauri. But they had him here, submissive and open under their gaze and touch, and Spider wanted to melt into the floor. Spider’s leg twitched reflexively and Rotxo's hand became firmer and rougher, dragging him toward Rotxo’s body in one cruel tug.
Spider gasped as he made contact with Rotxo’s skin, warm and damp. His leg still caught in Rotxo’s grip was tugged out, leaving him spread open under him and Spider flushed. His hand came up to his lips to solace the sound that wanted to escape, his throat burning with the need to release it. His dick was rubbing against Rotxo’s and he bucked as he felt it twitch, a small startled squeak leaving his lips. He felt Rotxo's whole body vibrate with his chuckling and he tried to beat down the embarrassed flush.
“M’not pretty,” he muttered back lowly, flinching when Rotxo's eyes found his, dark iris gazing at him hungrily “And I'm not a pet.”
Kiri made a disagreeing grunt from behind him, her long fingers curling around the edge of his jaw softly, stretching his neck and she came to his point of view. Her fingers continued to trace lazily, light fingers touching his face and jaw, pausing around his mouth before nudging them apart and taking his mouth completely. Her fingers were long and stretched his mouth out. He gagged as wetness spread down his chin as Kiri fucked his mouth with her fingers.
“See?” She whispered, plugging her fingers in efficiently, not stopping at his gags or drawn out groans. “Only pets do this Spider, baby. Only pretty little boys.”
Spider jumped at rough hands taking both sides of his waist, head trapped by Kiri’s humiliating acts, so he had no clue what Rotxo was doing. He soon found out as his loincloth was taken off and flung somewhere in the room and a heavy hot weight sat on his abdomen covering his cock completely. Spider whined as Rotxo began grinding slowly, strong hips forcing his legs apart. The sound came out gargled as Kiri continued to play with him, his body producing too much saliva and most of it spilling out.
A zing of pleasure, and rough dry slide of their cocks together made him arch. Precum spilling out and wetting them both, Rotxo continued to grind forward slowly, and Spider made a frustrated sound, wanting to go faster. Rotxo grip was lacking so with a bit of shyness he started to start to grind forward meeting him halfway.
Spider keened at the wet slide, a faint wet sound making its way through the room. His hips shifted eagerly, rutting forward onto Rotxo’s cock twitching and spilling pre while they grinded together. His sounds flew freely while Kiri occupied his mouth, she had stopped fucking it for now, but she now pressed down his tongue, letting every little sound escape. He shuddered, and let his arms grip softly at her wrist, his eyes unfocused as he looked at how big she was compared to him. He tugged wanting her to stop, not wanting these embarrassing sounds escaping him so freely, little slutty whimpers and trembling moans escaping into the mauri, and paired with Rotzo’s drawn out groaning and deep rolling moans, and Kiri’s soft huffs of lust, they didn’t sound like they were just smoking.
A wet slap made him startle, Rotxo’s body creating the sound and Spider cried out in embarrassment hips stuttering in surprise. Their bodies had made that nasty noise, cocks sliding together fluidly, sensitive and tense, Rotxo’s balls smacking into his perineum firmly, causing Spider to arch out, trying to get away from the pleasure, his eyes filled with tears and he moved his arm to cover the sight.
A sympathetic coo reached his ears and his arms were ripped away from his face, Rotxo gathering both of his arms and using them as leverage to push Spider on his cock more. Rotxo grunted madly at the friction his body provided. The wet slaps increased, filling the mauri and Spider cried out at the aggressive pace, used to the sweet rolling from earlier.
“Rotxo tries to be gentle, pet,” Kiri soothed. She removed her hand from his mouth and he smacked his lips together longingly. “But sometimes the man just can’t help himself.” she patted his head reassuringly as he sobbed out. Rotxo’s balls were slapping him where he was most sensitive, and he twitched every time they came together. Spider nodded, he just needed to take it. He relaxed his body letting Rotxo move him anyway he wanted shuddered as Rotxo eyes flicked down to meet his, lips twisted in a mean smirk.
“I thought you weren’t a pet?” Spider lashed out weakly, only managing to immerse himself further in pleasure and cried out.
“M’not, m’not,” Spider cried out, wincing when Kiri’s hand on his head turned rough. “M’ a good boy,” he mewled. He is a good boy , Spider thinks, letting the two Navi use him like this, accepting Kiri’s fingers without fuss and letting Rotxo use him. Good boy, goody boy, good pet.
Kiri hisses, grabbing his hair in retribution, and he yelps trying to free his grip of Rotxo to alleviate the pain. Rotxo laughs at the sight, teeth glinting in the dark and Spider, ignoring that dizzying rush of lust, tries to squeeze his thighs together, but is stopped by Rotxo’s body. This isn’t fair, he thinks whining, Rotxo should be the one getting punished not him, he taunts him! He got him in trouble. He huffs a bit under his breath and tries to squirm away. Rotxo looks down bemusedly, shaking his head at his attempts, “Where do you think you’re going, pet?” he thrusts forward this time harder and harsher and Spider can’t control his shriek, tears slipping down his cheeks. Nowhere, wanna stay under you.
“Exactly what I thought,” Rotxo muttered, shaking his head at the burst of come that had spurted from Spider’s cock.
Before Spider knew what happened he's flipped over and roughly positioned on his knees, and his arms support him from below. He makes a strangled noise as he’s directed face down, ass up and a thick hot cock slotting between his thighs. He catches Kiri’s eyes, wandering over her body before getting stuck at her bottom half, where her hand is moving fiercely under her cloth. She moves faster once she sees him watching, a naughty smile on her face as she watches his thighs get fucked. Spider closes his eyes at the sight, clenching as Rotxo starts up his hungry dirty slide again. He doesn’t have much to go, tensing every time they brush together. He feels Rotxo’s hands wandering all over his body, grabbing and groping at his thighs, curling his hands in his hair and briefly to his face to hold open his mouth. As he caresses his back and Spider tenses as he touches his waist, whimpering high in his throat as two big arms encircle it entirely, “You’re so small here,” Rotxo grunts, thrusting harder and ignoring the garbled out pleas of close close please Ro, slow down.
Rotxo’s hands go under to clutch his stomach, his body blocking the light as he covers Spider’s body in shadow. Everytime Rotxo thrusts, his dick goes a little bit above Spider’s belly button. He hums, resting his mouth near Spider’s ear as he speaks. “How am I supposed to get my dick in you, pet?” Rotxo asks, biting down softly on his ear. “Hmm?” he asks again, laughing as Spider begins thrusting backwards into Rotxo’s cock.
“Dun know,” Spider cries out, and he can hear Kiri’s pussy, soft squelching as she watches them. She’s getting off to this, to Spider getting fucked and dominated. Spider moans as the thought makes his cock jerk, cock lazily spilling cum.
“Dun know ,” Rotxo mocks voice high pitched and mean and Spider sobs. He grabs Spider’s hair and forces him up, Rotxo’s chest against his back and Spider continues to hop in his lap. He lets go of his hair, the brown strands going every which way, covering his vision and just being an overall mess. He jumps as Rotxo slaps his thighs, making an appreciative sound as they jiggle with force.
“We just have you train you, pet,” Rotxo declares, putting his hands on Spider’s waist again and moving him as he pleased, little satisfied groans coming through as he felt those soft thighs clench around him. Spider arches, feeling a build up in his tummy. Train, he thinks training for what? Kiri’s fingers are louder now, Spider see’s her fingers move in and out of her rapidly, and he moans.
“My cock.” Rotxo deadpans and he twists a nipple harshly, smiling darkly when Spider jerks erratically. “We're training you for my cock.”
Spider cums, pleasure overriding sense for a moment, and he hears himself slur “Whatever you want, please, please, please.” Cum spurts weakly on the floor, and Spider twitches as Rotxo keeps going, ignoring his cock and pursuing his own pleasure.
Spider makes his body go limp, crashing his body against Rotxo’s chest but he squeezes his thighs to help Rotxo along. “Thank you, baby,” he mummers, face burrowing on the side of his neck controlling Spider’s body to move faster. Spider tries to respond to the thanks but all he can get out is a tired whine. Surprisingly that’s what does him in, the loud smacking noises stopping as he grinds in, cock spilling his release all over Spider’s thighs.
When Spider looks up Kiri is her arching back, low soft moans escaping her as she cums on her fingers. Their eyes meet again and Kiri crawls forward and catches Spider’s lips in a kiss. It’s sloppy, little overstimulated moans escaping and drool escaping both their mouths, but Spider thinks it couldn't be more perfect.
Spider is laid on his stomach, warm kisses being spread along his back, and warm soothing hands rubbing up and down his body in repetitive motions. Now you wanna be nice.
“You guys,” Spider starts, speech slurred. “Are explaining yourselves. When I get up and not a second later.”
Kiri and Rotxo wince when meeting the others gaze sheepishly, “Yes Spider.” They answer dutifully, tucking themselves and on either side of him eagerly.
Settling when Spider makes a warning noise from all the rustling. They glared at each other, sure that Spider was talking to the other person and not them and settled down, hand clutching each other over Spider’s body.