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It started off simply enough.
Cecil knocked on your front door, introducing himself, upfront about who he was and what he was here for. Then, politely, he'd requested to be let in, standing with his hand in his pocket. Faux casual. Not letting on that his heart was beating faster than normal as he looked from you to the tall hunk of pure Viltrumite power standing behind you, hand on your hip like Cecil could at all be a threat, like he would steal you away from him.
It didn't matter to the Viltrumite, Conquest, that Cecil was only above average strength for a man in his sixties, that he risked pulling a hip if he tried any maneuvers he used to be capable of when he was younger.
No, when it came to his ‘mate’, Conquest treated everyone and everything like a threat.
With a glance back and a silent conversation with Conquest that lasted a few seconds, which included glancing back at Cecil a few times, you'd let him in.
Again, things had started off simply enough. He'd sat in your living room, eyed the decor with some approval– he might prefer things tidy and clean but damn if your home didn't send a shot of nostalgia through his bloodstream– and began to talk.
Legs loosely crossed, hands resting on his lap, palms facing upwards– a subtle sign to show he wasn't a threat; he stated what he was here for again while adding how necessary this information was, how desperate they were at this point.
Cecil didn't like admitting weaknesses, and in front of the Viltrumite, it was like pulling teeth. But in front of you? For you? Yeah, that shit was easy as pie.
Regardless of any darkness inside you though– everyone had some, after all, he didn't doubt you had some as well– his earnest tone and words were enough to sway you, to make you look up at your alien lover with consideration.
And Conquest saw it. And Cecil saw him waver, consider, then agree all without saying it.
Hook, line, and fucking sinker.
It had been simple. Easy. He'd said what needed to be said, told the both of you what the GDA may want Conquest doing (learning his was training both Mark and Oliver was… both a positive and a negative, but he'd return to that in the future), and allowed you both to speak, listening and answering any questions you may of had.
Conquest hadn't asked many questions, simple stating he'd protect this planet if it made his darlin’ happy. The words were said with such affection Cecil felt his tooth ache.
And then as the main conversation died off and Cecil shifted, ready to get up and leave, you asked if he'd like to have a drink. A light snack. You were his host, after all, and it was only polite.
Looking back on it, Cecil should've seen your claws coming a mile away.
When he tried to refuse, it was Conquest who'd insisted.
“My darlin’ makes the tastiest treats you'll ever have, I assure you. It would be unfortunate if you didn't have a bite.”
And… well. Cecil had been raised by his momma to never be impolite to his hosts, to never refuse too much to a meal– rude implications, y'know? Plus… what was he going to do, say no to his newest asset? He might offend you and get his arm ripped off for it!
So Cecil had agreed.
So how the fuck had he ended up here?
Head lolling back and lips parting to pant harshly, Cecil could at least admit Conquest had been right; your baking was to die for. Even now he could still taste faint traces of the apple crumble on the back of his teeth, overshadowing the taste of your and Conquest's spit.
Blinking and forcing his head back up, Cecil’s icy blues met your own gaze, cheeks feeling flush as you smiled at him, looking properly debauched as you rode him fiercely, cupping the back of his head and playing with his hair.
Behind you, impossible to miss or ignore, was Conquest, hands holding Cecil's hips, his legs thrown over the bulky man's forearms as he fucked into Cecil's stretched out hole.
It had been a blur, honestly. One moment he was sitting at the table eating a dessert that took him way back and the next you were leaning in after staring at his lips for too long.
Cecil should've pushed you away. But he'd panicked. You were kissing him in front of Conquest, your very territorial, powerful and unhinged mate.
Yet the alien hadn't done much but huff, coming up behind Cecil.
“At least kiss ‘em back,” he'd muttered in Cecil's ear, breath hot; his heart jumped at the proximity, at having such a dangerous man at his back. “Ju– yeah, there we go…”
And as Cecil began trading kisses with you, tongues soon swirling together like he was a much younger man, he began to get into it, a growing part of him encouraging him to say fuck it and enjoy himself. Hell, maybe this is how he'd secure the both of you.
It's not like he hasn't played honeypot before, after all.
It had only gotten hotter from there. Conquest's metal mitt caressing his backside; your thighs bracketing his as you straddled him; Conquest kissing his neck and jaw while you helped him undress, then gasping as the Viltrumite swept you both up, carrying them to the bedroom with ease.
Usually, Cecil was much more meticulous about his clothing. On the rare occasions he'd sought out a one night stand over the years (though it had been a long while since he last had), he'd take his time undressing, setting his clothes aside, making sure they were folded and ready to be put back on afterwards. He was always busy after all, and after a quick fuck to release the stress it was back to work for him.
That's not what happened here. Instead, you peeled him bare while whispering praises into his skin, nosing at his hair and jaw.
“I think I have a type,” you joked, hugging Cecil from behind as Conquest stood at the foot of the bed, undressing and revealing a monstrous cock that had Cecil nearly fainting. The fuck was that?! You took that?? Regularly??
Popping the lube open, Conquest had given you an endeared look. “Really? I couldn't tell, pumpkin.” He said before beginning to stroke Cecil's half hard cock.
He'd moaned. Your fingers danced along his chest, plucking his nipples until they were hard and flush, angling your head to suck on his pecs like a pair of juicy tits, slurping and squeezing them until Cecil was properly hard, old age no longer a problem when he had two attractive individuals pleasuring him.
Conquest's hand was rough and coarse and warm, lube slicking him up nicely as he jerked Cecil's silky cock. The alien had hummed, eyes half-lidded as he gazed down at the view. His own cock, hanging heavy between his legs, gave a vicious twitch.
“Look at that. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine finding myself with two beauties in my bed, yet here I am!”
He chuckled, kneeling down in a hover, nudging Cecil's thighs apart, hand abandoning his cock and making him whimper– actually fucking whimper– at the absence of sweet warmth.
“Easy, sweet thing. Just lemme…” A finger, thick and long and terrifyingly broad rubbed around his furl, and Cecil twitched, not able to remember the last time he'd taken something in there. Not even a finger when he was alone and had some time to properly release some stress. “Shh, shh, it's okay, daddy's here, hmm?”
Then a mouth. Hot and wet. His moustache tickled him as Conquest took him down to the base, nose pressed into Cecil's own grey pubes.
Funny how they matched. He might've given a dry little chuckle if you weren't sucking hickeys onto his pecs and abs, stroking his sides soothingly.
How had he got here again?
And then Conquest was sucking and any and all thoughts Cecil still had went out the window.
He moaned and cried out and groaned low in the back of his throat as his body shook, not even noticing when Conquest stuck a lubed up finger in his butt. He was too focused, too consumed by the Viltrumite level suction on his cock and the swirling muscle of his tongue, round and round, slippery against his crown and frenulum.
The fat muscle lapped across his slit, spit dripping down his length and slipping between Conquest's lips, dripping down to his balls and making him hiss, the saliva cooling quick.
You cooed in his ear, nibbling on it.
“You're so pretty, director. Has anyone told you that?” Not since he was still in highschool, no. “I knew I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you, I just didn't know if Con did as well.” You peered down at your husband then, still giving his tits a squeeze. “Ain't that right, hun? You could read me like an open book these days. It's honestly embarrassing.”
Pulling back to answer, Conquest licks his wet lips. “How could I not, darlin’? You kept giving him those looks you give me.” He pointed out with a breathless chuckle. Then, at your slightly ashamed look, he aww’d. “Oh, none of that, darl’! I'm not offended. I'm glad you like him. Would've made me feel bad if you didn't…”
Cecil just blinks, dazed, eyes heavy and face burning as Conquest continues moving his wrist, fingering Cecil in the ass until he was loose enough for another. His cock laid flat on his belly, occasionally twitching.
You hum in his ear before moving, gently settling Cecil down on the fat pile of pillows. When had he last been handled with so much care? Cecil couldn't recall.
“I guess we both have a type then.” You murmur, laying beside him, kissing Cecil slowly as Conquest reaches between your legs, metal hand pleasuring you as he went back to sucking Cecil’s waning cock, coaxing the old thing back to full mast. “Though mine’s more obvious. If I had to guess, I think Con likes fearless humans.” You whispered to him like a secret, Cecil’s gaze tracking the way your lips form each syllable. Then they fall shut as you lean in, kissing him, lips clicking loudly in the quaint bedroom.
It's so good. So, so good. And Cecil enjoys it, basks in it, allows his hands to roam and touch just as freely as this pair have done to him.
He squeezes your ass and chest, sucks on your nipples almost sleepily in the aftermath of one orgasm– he's not a young man anymore, he struggles to get it up more than once. Then, as Conquest stretches him open and begins feeding him his cock, Cecil lays back and watches this titan take him, hovering over him and caressing Cecil's much more bony form, weaker and less appealing than his own.
Not that it feels like Conquest thinks that. Not with the way he's whispering praises you must've taught him. Not with the way his thrusts are slow and thorough, making Cecil feel him, the pace akin to lovemaking and just as gentle.
Cecil is completely off-foot and unable to recalibrate. He feels raw and open, skin cut to bare his insides to these people and there's nothing he can do but be seen.
Cradled.
Cherished.
And then Conquest is leaning back, making room for you, and then you're seating yourself on Cecil's cock and he can't breathe it's too good too much and fuck, but he doesn't want it to end, doesn't want to leave and–
What the fuck do you put in your cooking to tame two of the most dangerous and mentally fortified men in existence?
And it all leads to here. Cecil panting and gasping as he's ridden and fucked like never before. Not even when he was young and hot did he ever experience a threesome of any kind, and he's seriously regretting it because damn if this isn't easily top three of his best sexual experiences.
Then again, that just might be because of his partners, but he'll wait until after post nut clarity hits to be sure of that.
His hands grip and slide across your hips and thighs, stroke upwards to your chest; he watches through half-lidded eyes as Conquest and you make out, tongues licking together messily, lips pulled into loving, dirty grins as you both use and love him and each other.
The climax genuinely hits him so suddenly he passes out. Cecil will blame it on old age for the way he croaks, gasp caught in his throat, for the way his eyes roll back and he goes limp, heart pounding likes its at a marathon in his chest.
He's down for maybe five seconds before he's blinking, still overflowing with pleasure and endorphins, and–
You're on his side.
Conquest is on his other side.
Oh.
You hum, leg giving an odd twitch here and there as you trace shapes on Cecil's chest, kissing his shoulder affectionately.
Conquest is breathing deeply, resting, one hand gripping Cecil's own.
The Director of the GDA just stares at the ceiling, feeling sticky and satisfied and beginning to cool down now.
It was supposed to be a simple visit, he reminds himself, so how…?
It doesn't matter. He shuts his eyes, sighs. It happened. No point questioning it.
… though, now Cecil really wanted a smoke. It itched at him so bad he sat up to look for his pants, but you got them instead, plopping back down and giving him the pack with a lazy smile.
“I don't smoke, but feel free.” You whispered, Conquest already snoring. “Relax, rest. After he finishes his power nap, we'll have a bath, alright? Then I'll feed you something before you head out.”
He eyed you as he sat against the pillows, lighting and drawing on a cigarette. “That's quite unnecessary. I'll be fine–”
You wave him off. “Nonsense. It's basic aftercare. And I can't have taught Conquest it only to not do it the one time we sleep with someone else.”
You make a fair point.
Though Cecil is oddly worried if he eats your food again, he'll find himself back here again.
… Eh, worth the risk.
He exhaled some smoke, body thrumming pleasantly.
Definitely worth the risk.