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How did it end up like this?
Joseph didn’t think he really cared. The thought simply crossed his mind as he was pinned to the hotel door, Wham’s thigh spreading apart his legs. The ring on his lip was still cold when their lips touched again, slow, sensual. Joseph’s mouth opened willingly and his tongue lazily poked forward to swirl around Wham’s, eager as always to be devoured.
The large man between them hummed. Caesar’s teeth sunk as deep as they could into the hard, muscled flesh of Wham’s back. Lips sucked on the meat eagerly, pinching until the skin was dark red against his natural, beautiful brown. Caesar loved Wham’s body, loved the muscles and the contrast of dark pigments under his fingers as they trailed around thick hips. Joseph felt Caesar’s hand snaking around, brushing against his length.
Wham was too big, though. Caesar couldn’t stroke them both, but Joseph was content with feeling his knuckles graze across his erection. Wham pressed his lower half closer, rubbing gently on Joseph’s body with quiet grunts. Their kiss broke and Caesar chuckled against Wham’s shoulder blade. His lovers were too alike, so needy.
“Mmm… Caesar,” Joseph said. His voice was small, distracted by Wham’s hands cupping his pecs and gripping them roughly. He moaned, eyes struggling to stay open. Wham squeezed and released, rubbing Joseph’s nipples on his calloused palms and playing with the hard nubs beneath his thumbs.
Joseph reached around with both hands, groping Wham’s tight ass. He grinned smugly and let his fingers explore further, wrapping them around Caesar’s neglected length. The corner of his lips tugged further up at Caesar’s sharp gasp, and the blond shot him what could only be described as a loving glare. He stroked him slowly, using just his fingers, coming to a stop each time he got to the tip. Joseph loved playing with the tip of Caesar’s cock, shaping it up with his fingertips and then tugging at it with his forefinger and thumb hooked underneath. It drove Caesar mad, and he always knew when because Caesar would stop stroking Wham and press his cock into Wham’s crack instead. It pushed him forward into Joseph, an attempt to stop his teasing.
Usually it worked. Wham’s cock was big and warm and when it touched Joseph’s it was like magic. Joseph couldn’t get enough, wouldn’t stop rubbing back against Wham. His hands became useless, all he could do was grab onto Wham’s shoulders and seek release.
Caesar never let him get off that way. Joseph protested, complaining instantly as if his bitching-switch had been turned on.
Some witty banter and defeat by Caesar would ensue. Wham let them continue their routine with increasing amusement each time, moving to lay on the bed with his legs spread wide. He’d palm himself sometimes, and that would catch their attention after they finished arguing. It was endearing how they hated and loved each other so much, though, and Wham never got tired of watching.
Tonight was much of the same. Joseph looked away first, realizing the large presence of their lover wasn’t hovering over their heights nearby anymore. When he noticed Wham’s position on the bed, each time they met, his mouth hung a little wider, his cheeks blushed a little redder. And just like Wham always witnessed, Caesar would take Joseph’s face in his hand and kiss him deeply. Joseph always forgot the argument at that point and let Caesar heave him up into his arms and take him to the bed.
Joseph was a man-child and loved being dropped onto the bouncy mattress, and Caesar always obliged. It was one aspect of their relationship Wham almost envied—only almost. He didn’t care all that much to experience human sentiment.
Wham found Caesar to be lucky tonight, however; for once Joseph hadn’t complained that he didn’t bounce him up high enough. Sometimes Wham would be called to do it instead, able to drop him with more force. But tonight Joseph laughed happily as Caesar climbed on top of him, and they kissed again, little short sweet ones. Wham hummed, waiting patiently until Caesar worked his skills, kissing Joseph deeper each time. Their tongues craved the taste of one another when they made out like this, allowing Wham brief views of wet pinkness here and there. He’d still stroke himself, watching, waiting—there it was, Joseph couldn’t breathe anymore and broke away, panting. The man who’d brought Wham down to his knees, whom he admired the most, was most beautiful when his vulnerability was in the open.
Caesar smirked, a trademark of his and sexy and he knew it. Wham’s body engulfed him from behind, and thin lips marked all down his neck and back. His pale skin tainted easily and this was a shared turn on between both Wham and Joseph.
The way Wham stole Caesar’s attention was actually a ploy, the two of them testing Joseph’s patience. Occasionally he’d last longer than they bet he would, but tonight, he was quite impatient. He struggled a bit, pressing on Caesar’s chest with flattened palms. But his determination won out, and he rolled both of them over with his arms, sitting up to pout at them.
It was another thing Wham liked, being overpowered by a man or men smaller than him – and yet Joseph’s stature was, in normal standards, anything but small – or normal, for that matter. Wham purred, hidden in his throat and kneeled forward on the bed.
Joseph positioned his body underneath Wham. Caesar argued since he had the most experience—only in comparison to Joseph, of course—he would take Wham from behind. They switched it up every now and then, but Joseph had a harder time keeping rhythm when they did.
It was lucky for both of them Wham didn’t need much preparation. All parts of him were so much larger than their own bodies, all he needed was one cock to start off and a lot of lube. Caesar started, rubbing lube all over his bare cock, then handed the bottle to Joseph. The brunette watched with wide, sparkling eyes as Caesar whispered something into Wham’s ear, the Italian amore he heard, and pressed into him.
They were also very lucky that Wham enjoyed a little pain. Caesar’s cock on its own only allowed mild discomfort to the large, godlike being. Caesar moved at a steady, even pace to begin with, and from Joseph’s position on the bed Wham was fucking beautiful like this. He leaned up on his elbows, watching the jewelry on Wham’s face and body as it jingled from each thrust. His fat nipples were hard and his swollen pecs jutted forward, desperate for touch. Joseph couldn’t help himself and reached with one hand to feel the heavy muscle on his palm.
Wham’s face was always a pleasure to watch, too. His expressions ranged from indifference to denial—he liked to make them work to see his most shameful, uncontrollable faces—and then gradually the furrow in his brow would unknit and the hardness in his eyes would glaze over. He stared down at Joseph, moaning softly while his chest was played with.
But just as he craned his head up to use his mouth, Caesar’s hand grabbed Joseph’s length. He hissed, grumbling beneath his breath at the lack of warning but he didn’t complain too loud. Caesar stroked him a few times before poking the head of Joseph’s cock into Wham’s ass.
The large man nearly fell on top of him from their combined size. Joseph knew that was why he bottomed, he could hold more of Wham’s weight, especially in case he fell over entirely – but it did startle him sometimes. Wham took over from Caesar, soon sitting down halfway onto Joseph’s cock. Joseph licked his lips and ran his hands over Wham’s thick thighs, massaging them with his fingertips. The muscle felt lovely and flexed beneath his touch.
Wham only needed a couple of breaths and that stimulation to sit all the way on Joseph’s cock. He leaned forward, hands at either side of Joseph’s head so that Caesar wasn’t forced into an awkward angle. He stayed still for a moment; Caesar was rubbing up and down Wham’s back, then down his arms.
“Mio grande bella amanta,” Caesar cooed, “Ed il mio dolce Jojo."
"A-ahh…"
Joseph exhaled slowly; he loved that Caesar spoke in Italian during sex. It was romantic and sexy, and the only thing he wished were different would be that Caesar’s lips were on his ear and he was being fucked instead.
But they only got to do this every so often, and it was Wham’s night to choose how they made love. Joseph’s fingers traced along Wham’s hips, dipping into the crevice of his thighs. Wham’s abs felt good under his hands as they moved up, hard and strong and moving with each breath he took.
Wham arched his back, a sign that it was okay to move. Caesar pressed his chest against Wham’s body and started slow, pulling all the way out and then sliding back in. Wham lifted his waist to give Joseph room to move, too, and Joseph caught up easily to Caesar’s pace. It felt unbearably tight, squeezing in next to Caesar yet the friction and warm cock touching his own was exhilarating. Joseph couldn’t help the impatient groans rolling off his tongue or the stuttering of his hips.
“Slow down, baby,” Caesar said. “Wham needs to get used to two of us.”
“No,” Wham interjected. “Mmm… I like a little pain…”
Joseph stuck his tongue out at Caesar, claiming victory. The other just shook his head with a smirk and increased his speed. Joseph watched Caesar’s eyes close, hands gripping Wham’s waist tightly. The muscles were too tough to leave any indents or markings. Joseph’s own eyes closed, head falling back as they rolled their hips. He moaned a strangled sound and gripped onto the sheets.
Caesar couldn’t focus clearly anymore; they very rarely did it this way, and the heavy stimulation weakened his stamina. It was tight inside of Wham, hot and pulsing around their cocks. His muscles pulled at them as if they were being swallowed by his insides and combined with his cock touching Joseph’s—Caesar’s body was overheating. His breath came out in short puffs, though Wham was getting used to the two of them now. He could tell, it was when Wham stuck his chest out even further, inviting Joseph to play with him.
Caesar had to tilt his head and lean to the side to watch. Wham’s head fell back and he caught a glimpse of Joseph’s mouth around a nipple. He hummed and grabbed a handful of Wham’s tight ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze before he slapped it lightly.
“Nngh…”
All the sensations caused Wham to rock back and forth with them as they moved inside of him. Caesar purposefully got off-rhythm and moaned deliciously as he and Joseph’s lengths rubbed together in the opposite direction. The friction was teasing Caesar’s cock and then Wham started moving faster and harder. He tried to slow him down, palms on Wham’s lower back but the bulky body didn’t take the hint.
“A-ahh, Joseph… Jojo,” Caesar said, feeling heat rising deep in his belly.
Joseph had stopped doing any work himself, letting Wham ride him and just enjoying the view. He noticed the sudden increased pace, though, the hard ass slamming back on both of them, and then Caesar called his name and he knew. He pinched one of Wham’s nipples, fairly hard. It was enough to bring back the big man from his oncoming ecstasy.
“Wham,” Caesar panted. “Slow down, amore…”
“Haah… Aw, Caesar just can’t handle you,” Joseph teased, panting slightly. “Too… you’re too much sexy for us, big boy.”
“Mm… ahh… Then what are we…”
Wham whined, just a small sound that Joseph barely heard—he couldn’t finish his question. Caesar slipped his cock out and whispered something in Wham’s ear. He looked at Joseph with sharp eyes and a glint in his pupils. Wham chuckled, a low, deep sound that they heard only when he was excited. Joseph cherished the trembling it brought in his heart and resumed his pouty face and impatient vocals as Wham slid off his cock.
He didn’t move far, though. Joseph tried to sit up but was pushed back down by Caesar. He bared his teeth and opened his mouth, ignoring Wham’s repositioning as his body twisted and sat right back down on Joseph’s cock.
That shut him up.
Reverse cowboy. Wham was going to ride him reverse cowboy, and… “Damn, baby,” Joseph mused. His grabby hands found their way to Wham’s ass and massaged his cheeks in wide, stretching circles. “That’s a nice view…”
“Thought you’d like that, Jojo,” Caesar said. “Still grumpy?”
“Enough banter.”
Wham’s stern voice caught both of their attention. He was bouncing up and down on Joseph, slowly at first, then faster, trying to regain the delicious feeling of friction that both of them gave him earlier. Caesar bit his lip and set his hands atop Wham’s shoulders, leaning forward to kiss him. Wham gradually slowed his hips, wrapping arms around Caesar’s much smaller waist and holding him close. Joseph could only choke on his words. Wham’s mouth overpowered Caesar’s, and Joseph swore he could feel the vibrations of their sweet humming travel down his body and through his cock.
He moaned, wiggling his hips to remind them of his existence. Caesar didn’t stop the kiss, but Wham shifted his weight further up to make room. Joseph watched Caesar feel around, brushing his hand against Joseph’s cock. He held his breath, not wanting to give Caesar the satisfaction; but Caesar finally found Wham’s entrance and grabbed his own cock to guide it back into him.
Their pace resumed its steady rhythm. Wham rode him wonderfully well; every time Joseph and Caesar’s cocks were exposed, Joseph spread Wham’s ass cheeks to admire the view. His hole was gaping around them, and he watched the throbbing red lengths disappear from view every few moments. The tingling sensations that touching and rubbing them together brought while inside of Wham made Joseph feel lightheaded.
“You take us both so well, Wham,” Caesar said. Joseph’s mouth hung open, mesmerized by the picture of Wham being fucked facing Caesar this time. Wham leaned back on his hands, closer to Joseph when Caesar started pounding him harder. Wham was bouncing faster off of him and Joseph cried out helplessly. He leaned up on one elbow and wrapped his other arm around Wham, fingers groping at the muscles and feeling up his torso.
“F-fuck,” Joseph cursed.
“Mmm—Wham,” Caesar breathed. He was driving them both insane.
Wham knew he had control, then, leaning back into Joseph’s touch. Moans and grunts were shamelessly coming from Wham’s mouth, now. The feeling of two larger-than-human-normal cocks fucking him made his body shudder and arch as if inhuman.
Joseph moved both of his arms around Wham’s chest and hugged him tightly, thrusting his hips up into Wham’s ass. Caesar couldn’t follow their rhythm and let them move on his cock or rub against it, feeling dizzy and pleasured and like he wouldn’t last much longer. He reached forward and took hold of Joseph’s hands, mouth nibbling at Wham’s cheek. Joseph’s face was contorted into wrinkled brows and eyelids, furrowing at the middle just like when he concentrated for far too long.
When he did open his eyes again, Caesar stared at Joseph straight on and captured Wham in another kiss. The larger man eagerly accepted, no longer thinking about the odd angle they were at. Joseph watched them kiss and, of course, whined that he wasn’t part of it. He was getting close, though, so close and seeing his lovers make out above him while riding his cock was too much.
His entire body shook and he cried out Caesar and Wham’s names, thrusting his hips up a few more times before he came. His hot seed filled Wham up, at least halfway. Joseph was always the first to cum. Caesar tended to follow soon after. Wham felt Caesar’s lips stop kissing back and opened his eyes to see Caesar’s clouded vision glancing between himself and Joseph and then with his arms around Wham’s neck, Caesar came. His moans were high-pitched and he didn’t bother holding them back, riding out his orgasm to mix their seeds together.
This was what pleasured Wham the most. He loved being penetrated by both of his lovers, but the anticipation—the buildup to this point was what he enjoyed the most. The hot, heavy wetness in his ass dripped down the walls of his insides and he grunted and groaned, both of his large hands lifting to hover over Joseph and Caesar’s.
“A-ah… ahh… mmmm—Caesar! Jojo!”
Wham came, his full load spurting onto Caesar’s chest and chin. His lower half shook uncontrollably and a continuous moan drawled out from his throat. Wham breathed heavily, sitting down fully on Joseph’s cock now that he didn’t have to move. He waited for the rest of his thick cum to expel from the tip of his cock, untouched, and the tension in his body soon dissipated. The three of them stayed there for a moment or two, regaining their breath before Wham made the move and slid himself off of Joseph and Caesar.
He’d lay in-between them after that. Caesar was a stickler about cleanliness but their cuddling always came first. He did it mostly for Joseph, Wham thought, but they all gained a certain sense of completion that way. Wham had no desire to stick around and cuddle and sweet talk after sex, it was a human action that he didn’t understand. But after the first few times, he had gotten used to it.
Because as much as Caesar wanted everything clean, he was a dead sleeper after sex. It was cute, and Wham almost liked that his body was considered a large, muscular pillow for his lovers.
Tonight was no different. Joseph immediately cuddled up to Wham’s back, arms around his middle. His nose poked between Wham’s shoulder blades, and the large man couldn’t help but laugh within his chest. Legs tangled between his, and then between Joseph’s, and that was Caesar’s doing. Joseph’s arms would open up and Caesar’s chest pressed against Wham’s as he was brought into their embrace.
Wham would join in here, keeping one arm atop Joseph’s and the other around Caesar’s neck. He’d pull him in for a kiss, slow, passionate, waiting until Joseph got fed up and turned him halfway ‘round.
Initially they wouldn’t break their kiss, Joseph would just join in. Their mouths didn’t fit together in any three-way shape, but Wham took turns with kissing the corners of their lips at the same time, and then switching to give Joseph the attention he craved.
Their lips tasted different from one another to him. Wham enjoyed the burly muskiness of Joseph’s scent and the taste of candy in his mouth, contrasting against Caesar’s expensive scent and smoky mint breath. They were equally as delicious to him separate as they were together.
When they had all lost their breath from kissing and murmuring sweet words, Joseph would knock out first. Wham would turn around and watch him, stroking his hair gently. Caesar would move closer, too, chest against Wham’s back with his chin resting over Wham’s shoulder. They’d admire Joseph’s adorable face, serene and handsome even in sleep, until their own exhaustion took over.
Caesar caved first. Though they had a competition sometimes, as to who would fall asleep first, Caesar always lost. His droopy eyes would be close enough to Wham’s ear for him to feel the eyelashes blinking profusely, tickling behind his lobe.
And Wham noticed that Caesar would fall asleep just as quickly as Joseph, too. Wham never felt alone despite being the only one awake after their lovemaking. He enjoyed being left to his thoughts. Rather, he took this time to admire his lovers’ beauty behind their sleeping eyes, and kissed them on the forehead goodnight, and then allowed the satisfying dreamworld to overthrow his vision of the waking world.