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Mike’s nails dig into the lacquer finish of the wooden chair, the arms of it creaking with how hard he’s grasping it. A moan from Will follows, and his dick twitches again in his pants.
He can’t tell you clearly how they got from point A to point B, but the only thing he knows now about the now is that he’s forced to observe as an alternate version of him—a version where he’s actually Mike the Brave—eats Will out. Somehow with his charming wiles and accent, the other Michael had managed to insert himself between Will and him, which had led to him somehow convincing the two of them that he could show Mike how to truly please Will.
It felt like and still feels like a goddamn humiliation ritual as he watches Will reach a hand down and tangle his fingers in the paladin’s long curls, keening as the wet sounds of Michael lapping at his folds fills the air.
“Mike, Mike, Mike,” Will chants like a prayer as his toes curl into the bedsheet. Mike clenches his jaw hard enough to hear his teeth grind together as he watches Michael lift a hand, placing it on Will’s lower stomach to hold him in place; his hand is large enough to fully encompass the breadth of it as Will whines and jerks in his hold. He can see Will’s thighs start to tense, hand curling into a fist in Michael’s hair as he presses his heels into the bed, trying to find leverage and grind onto the paladin’s face.
Michael seems to take it in stride, loosening his hold on Will enough to allow him to rub his pussy across the man’s lips and nose. The pace of it grows sporadic as Michael continues to lick and suck at what he can, and Will cries out, “Oh, fuck, oh fu-ck!”
Mike watches as his thighs clamp around Michael’s head while Will’s own head is thrown back, a long and drawn out moan pulled from Will as he comes. His hips twitch as Michael tongues him through his orgasm, and he only pulls back when a strangled sigh escapes from Will, his grip on the paladin’s hair loosening.
“That was merely the beginning,” Michael says, and he turns his head enough to smirk at Mike. Mike thinks from how hard he’s gritting his teeth together, one of them is surely going to crack as he sees Will’s slick glisten on Michael’s lips and chin.
“Was that good, sweetheart?” Michael asks softly as he rises from where he was knelt, the hand on Will’s stomach trailing to his side then down his thigh.
“Mhm.” Will sounds like the cat that got the cream as Michael pulls his hand away and pulls his underwear down, kicking them off somewhere into the room. Mike averts his eyes for a moment, not really wanting to see how he measures up against the great and mighty paladin, but finds his eyes drifting back as he hears the bed creak, finding Michael clambering onto the bed. The scars that mar Michael’s back continue down almost to his ass, and Mike scrunches his nose, unsure of what emotion he feels as he sees Michael’s stupid dick and balls hang heavy between his legs as he maneuvers Will up. Thankfully, it seems like their packages are the same—he feels some sort of relief at that.
“Come, darling,” Michael gently says as he settles onto his knees and Will crawls in front of him, positioning himself on his hands and knees as Michael’s hands settle onto his hips to keep him in place. Mike thinks he wants to take the tableside lamp and smash it over the other man’s head if another pet name slips from his mouth.
“Is there an oil you use?” Michael asks and Mike watches as Will’s face blossoms red.
“Um, yeah. But… I don’t need it. I wanna feel it,” Will says softly—so soft it’s almost a whisper. Mike still hears it anyway, and he thinks afterwards he’d take the lamp and smash it over his own head too, to put himself out of his misery.
Michael lets out a soft hum of acknowledgement, then removes one of his hands. Mike feels the arms of the chair bite into his hands as he tightens his grip around it again, keeping his eyes on Michael and Will. He doesn’t have to exactly see it to know Michael is holding his cock to line it up with Will’s cunt.
Will makes a soft noise as Mike assumes the paladin is starting to enter him, and he sees Will’s brows draw together before his head drops between his shoulders.
“Oh my god,” the brunet breathes out, shoulders hunching as Michael continues to press into him. An mmph is pushed out of him as Michael bottoms out, and his hand returns back to Will’s hip.
“All right?”
“Yeah. Burns a little, but… it’s good.”
Michael takes that as the go-ahead and pulls back, then thrusts back in. It punches a loud noise out from Will. Mike doesn’t think he can take it anymore with how hard his own dick is, and reaches a hand down to rub at it through his pants. The friction of his boxers is enough to make him groan.
He keeps his eyes on the scene before him as Michael pulls out then thrusts back in, punching little unh noises from Will. He sees the jiggle of Will’s ass as Michael’s hips meet it, the noise of skin-on-skin loud alongside the moans and groans that come from all three of them. Mike still finds himself hesitating to actually touch himself and continues to simply rub at himself through his jeans, letting the friction do all the work.
Michael keeps a steady pace and Will breathes in tandem with each thrust of his hips. He can see the sweat glisten on their skin under the glow of the dim lighting within the room.
Michael halts and Will lets out a whine.
“Hold on, sweeting.”
Michael moves his hands and places his arms under Will’s, easily shifting them. He can see Will’s blush race down onto his chest, red blotches forming as Michael manhandles him.
Michael lays down, legs over the edge of the bed and feet resting on the ground. His dick has slipped out of Will’s cunt, rubbing against the outside of it as Will adjusts to their new position, his hands flying back to rest on Michael’s broad chest to stabilize himself. Mike grimaces as he sees the pre-cum smeared over the tip, coating Will’s folds as he grinds against it.
“Go ahead,” Michael murmurs, easily reading Will’s doubt. Will reaches a hand down to press his fingers carefully against it, the length seeming even larger with how small Will’s fingers and hand are against it. Mike bites his lip as he watches Will push the head of it deeper into his folds—watches as it breaches Will’s hole. Will lets out a whimper as he sinks onto it.
Will’s plush thighs tremble as he raises himself up and drops himself down, wet squelching noises emanating from the movement. Michael’s hands come to wrap around Will’s waist again as he thrusts up into Will, meeting him halfway as Will raises himself up and goes to lower himself again. Finally, Mike snakes his hand inside his pants, rubbing his fingers over the head of his cock and groaning at how slick it is with how much cum he’s leaked from watching Will.
He goes to unzip his pants with his other hand as Will continues to partially use Michael, the paladin pistoning his hips up to assist Will in chasing his pleasure. He’s drawn from the action as he hears Michael speak, breaking the routine him and Will had settled into.
“Come on over,” Michael calls and it takes Mike a moment to realize he’s talking to him. Mike hesitates, and Michael sighs, propping himself up on his forearms to look at him as Will slowly grinds down onto him.
“Yes, you. Come here and put into action what I showed you before, Michael.”
Mike can feel a sneer forming on his face as he pushes himself up out of the chair and carefully steps over to the bed. Will’s gaze lifts to look at Mike, and he feels his cock ache with how out of it Will looks, his eyes glassy and lashes fluttering.
“Mike,” he sighs, and having Will’s eyes on him and finally addressing him is enough to send Mike to his knees instantaneously. He watches as Michael’s dick slides in and out of Will’s pussy, both of them wet from each other. He doesn’t think as he leans in, parting his lips to allow his tongue to loll out. His tongue meets Will’s slick folds and Will mewls. That’s enough to spur him on as he presses his tongue onto him, flattening it as he tilts his head and drags it up. He rubs over the hardened clit that pokes out, a pretty little pink thing. In doing that, Will’s mewls turn into a loud gasp.
“Oh, Mike—hn—right there, please.”
That spurs the both of them on, and Mike gets his lips around the bud, sucking on it and curling his tongue to drag the tip of it up on the underside of Will’s clit. Will seems to become enthused by both of them and starts to move up and down, more unh noises slipping from him. A hand comes down to cup Mike’s cheek, the fingers soft and warm. He glances up from under his lashes to meet Will’s eyes, soft but still hazy with his lips parted as he continues to make noises from the double stimulation.
“Mm, Mike, right there, right there,” Will sighs, pleasure laced in his words as he rubs a thumb over Mike’s cheek.
Mike continues to suck and lap at Will’s clit, pulling off with a wet pop to move down his folds, trying to avoid Michael’s stupid fucking dick as he works to pleasure Will with his mouth. He can hear the wet glide of the other man’s cock as he continues to fuck into the brunet.
Will seems to pick up the pace, moans falling from his lips more frequently; Mike knows he’s close to coming again as he sees his thighs twitch, the unconscious urge to close them visible. He can hear Michael grunting as his own orgasm draws near, and Mike drifts back up to Will’s clit, wrapping his lips back around it and sucking hard at it.
“Mike!” Will cries out, and that seems to be his undoing as he comes. Mike’s lids flutter as this time a gush of liquid comes out of Will, splashing onto his face and dripping onto the edge of the bed and onto the carpet. His whole body shakes, moans and whimpers drifting down from him as he rides his orgasm out. He barely hears Michael groan as he comes as well, thrusting up into Will one last time as he fills him. Will whines as Michael gently pulls out, his cum dribbling from his hole. Mike lifts a hand to push Michael’s cock away, ignoring this hiss of sensitivity that comes from the man. He dives back in to lap at Will’s cunt, wanting to remove Michael’s claim.
Even with the overstimulation Will must be feeling, his hand is still gentle as he continues to hold Mike’s cheek and rubs against his tongue. Mike sucks and licks at it furiously, cleaning him up.
“Mmmike,” he keens, his voice cracking. Mike lets out a pleased huff as he pulls back enough to take in how wet Will’s pussy is from his spit, but bare of any cum—at least on the outside.
“I see you did take something in from the lesson,” Michael says, and Mike looks up to see he’s shifted to sit, Will still in his lap. His chin is hooked over the brunet’s shoulder, curls mussed and damp from sweat. As if to combat how close Michael is to Will, Mike places a hand on the soft inner part of Will’s thigh, feeling the heat of it under his palm.
“I didn’t need you for that,” Mike snaps back. The corner of Michael’s mouth curls up and his lips part to continue poking at Mike, but a sigh from Will cuts through the tension.
“Both of you guys did good,” he says, voice weak as his head rests against Michael’s; his eyes are on Mike though, and he smiles tiredly as a hand reaches over to intertwine with Mike's. “Really good.”