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Luca Haas was enamored. As he walked into the rink for his first ever practice with the Centaurs, he fell in love immediately. It was bigger than the one he attended in the minor leagues, much more intimidating. With his nerves running wild, he practically stumbled into the locker room. Two pairs of eyes met his instantly, a pair of greenish blues staring and a pair of browns blinking. He gave an awkward smile.
Luca recognized the two as soon as he met their eyes. How could he not? The two were probably the most talked about pair in the league: Ilya Rozanov-Hollander and Shane Hollander-Rozanov. The first married players. He admired the two, both in their bravery and their hockey ability. He looked up to the married couple.
He hoped that one day he’d be comfortable enough to come out to the public like them. He blushed as Shane gave him a polite smile. Ilya just gave a small nod in greeting. “Hi,” he cleared his throat, “I’m Luca Haas.”
“Hi, Luca. You’re here early,” Shane noticed, cocking his head to give Luca a once-over.
Luca nodded, shuffling over to the bench and placing his large duffle bag down. “Yes, I am more of a morning person,” he anxiously chuckled. “I’m sorry if I’m intruding!” He inwardly slapped his forehead, unamused by the idea of interrupting their time together. Although, walking in on them kissing… Well, he’s thought about that once or twice before. No, he cringed to himself, now is not the time to think about his odd(?) fantasies.
Ilya’s eyebrows shoot up before he lets out a surprised laugh. “We can keep him, da?” he asks Shane. His husband, the captain, gives him a disbelieving look and slaps Ilya on his shoulder. Luca hopes that means Ilya likes him.
Ilya looks unperturbed by Shane’s slap; instead, the blonde looks almost proud. Luca looks at the wide lockers, looking for his last name. When he sees it’s next to Shane’s, he doesn’t know whether to be scared or confident. The two married players whisper among themselves, Ilya placing a protective arm around Shane’s waist. Luca stares at the movement, entranced. He’s imagined having Ilya Rozanov’s muscular arm cradling him close for years. Holding onto him as if he’s nervous to lose Luca. Being pulled into the Russian’s side, a comforting touch. Luca blinks, trying to rid his brain of the thought before it’s exposed on his face. Haas’s face could reveal all of his secrets, as he’s too expressive for his own good.
Ilya watches him silently, almost calculating Luca. The rookie nods at him and quietly hopes his face did not give away his fantasy. That would be so awkward — and on his first day too. Shane, however, didn’t seem to notice any subtle changes in Luca. He had heard rumors that Shane was diagnosed with ASD, but Shane had yet to confront these rumors to the public.
As the time passed slowly, more players started to trickle in, most of them politely introducing themselves to Haas. Yet none have piqued his interest more than the captain and his husband. He tried to keep his focus on hockey and hockey only, but when Ilya took his helmet off and shook his golden locks, it made focusing extremely difficult. The sweat drips down Ilya’s neck, his hand as he brushes his hand through his hair. All of it made playing nearly impossible for the rookie. He hoped it didn’t show in his performance.
Luca had to get it together. His mind was off balance, surely it was some hormone deficiency, or change in the universe. Tomorrow, his brain will be zeroed in on hockey, not even a millisecond of distraction. He can’t afford that.
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Luca was sorely mistaken when he thought his brain would be better come morning. In fact, he fears it’s only gotten worse. When he awoke to the chirping birds outside his penthouse window, his first thought was what Shane and Ilya were doing right in that moment. He wondered if they were still sound asleep, limbs tangled together, or if they were together, in other ways. Fuck, he thought to himself, I need to get laid. The problem with this train of thought, however, was that Luca Haas wasn’t really a part of the hookup scene. Sure, he slept with guys before, but they had talked for weeks before doing so. He wasn’t, say, a prude or anything, he just liked knowing the guy first.
Still, as he thought about practice tonight, his stomach flipped. He couldn’t contain his attraction to men for very long, for some reason he didn’t understand, they always clocked his intentions immediately. That was the most worrisome part to Luca— Ilya was known in the industry for his extremely accurate gaydar. But, perhaps, Ilya would know he is gay, not that he is attracted to him and his husband? He prayed to every god he could think of that that would be the case.
Luca was expertly flossing his teeth, arguably the most important part of his morning routine to him, when his phone pinged with a text. He made a confused hum and quickly discarded the floss. The text, plain and to the point, read:
This is Luca, yes?
Luca, confused, text back: Maybe. Who is this? Instantly, his phone pinged with a reply.
Rozanov.
Luca blushed at the sight of his name. The idea of Ilya texting him while he is shirtless in bed causes a flush of warmth to spread to his lower stomach.
Oh, hi! Yes, this is Luca.
It was about two minutes of Luca pulling at his blonde hair before Ilya, not so promptly, responds.
Good. Penthouse 1. Be here in 10, da? Code is 8124.
Sure! is what Luca manages to reply. His stomach flips insistently as his mind whirls with tons of different scenarios. Mostly, he is confused. How did Ilya get his number, and how does he know where Luca lives? Although he should be worried, he is strangely aroused by the idea of the married men searching for Haas’ information.
Approximately nine minutes and fifteen seconds later, Luca is strumming his fingers against his soft sweatpants he threw on after receiving Ilya’s most recent text: Dress comfortably :), which he assumed Shane wrote out.
A few uncomfortable seconds pass before the elevator comes to a halt, its doors smoothly opening to a grand foyer. Luca takes a moment to breathe in deeply, the disappearing scent of a morning breakfast invites him in. Shane appears in the foyer, a nervous but bright smile on his face as he gestures for Luca to come in. “Morning, Haas.”
Luca smiles at Shane, awkward and hesitant. “Good morning, Hollander, or uh, Shane. Sorry.”
Shane’s smile grows, “Shane’s okay. And no apology is necessary. Follow me?” Luca nods and walks towards Shane when he is surprised by a hand gliding down to the small of his back, pushing him forwards. He nearly stumbles forward at the touch, but he manages to keep his cool as Shane guides him to the kitchen. Hollander’s hand slides lower until it is just barely touching his tailbone. His breathing has shuttered, both from nerves and the start of a flame of arousal.
He is guided to a large kitchen, similar to the one in his penthouse, but slightly larger. The marble countertop and island scream rich, but they’re loaded with various pictures and personal items that make it feel like home. Ilya Rozanov is standing at the island, arms and legs crossed as if he’s been awaiting Luca’s arrival for hours. To Haas’ confusion, Ilya’s eyes travel down his body slowly, and when he makes eye contact with his groin, he licks his plump lips. Luca has to stifle a moan.
It only takes him a second to notice that Ilya is shirtless—- the only covering is his low-riding sweatpants that tease his v-line and the dark hair that falls below his bellybutton. Luca swallows, though his throat is drying up.
“Haas,” Rozanov acknowledges, his voice deep but kind. “Sit,” he nods at the island. Luca shuffles over and pulls out one of the barstools, but the Russian tuts. Luca’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, wanting to murmur an apology but promptly gets cut off by his accented voice.
He pats the sleek marble top, commanding Luca. “Up,” he says roughly.
“Uh,” Luca stutters. “A-are you sure? I can—“
Shane steps forward and brushes Luca’s hair out of his face. “Listen to him, baby.” Luca’s mouth drops open, his brain riddled with confusion along with arousal.
“Okay,” he agrees quietly and hops up to the counter, sitting right where Ilya’s hand was patting. His back stands straight, his head going back and forth from Ilya to Shane.
“Good boy,” Ilya praises as he predatorily stalks to the rookie. He stops right in front of Luca and stares directly at him, causing Luca to blush and look away. Luca’s cock hardens under the dark energy Ilya is exuding. He’s so confused right now, but also extremely hot. The Russian leans in close, his lips grazing Luca’s sensitive ear. “I saw you looking at my husband yesterday,” he stops.
Luca’s eyes widen almost comically wide. He tries to scoot back away from Ilya, but the bigger man places his hands on Luca’s waist, pausing his movements. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, his embarrassment clear. “I won’t—“
“Ah ah ah,” he tsks slowly. “Did I say you could talk?” Luca shakes his head and slams his mouth shut. Ilya hums his approval before traveling his eyes down Luca’s body again, slower this time. More calculating. “He listens so well, doesn’t he, Shane?”
Shane nod, giving Luca an encouraging smile. Shane shuffles closer too, his body hovering over Luca’s right side. “Maybe we should reward him. For being a good boy for us,” Shane suggests, his brown doe eyes lingering on Luca’s lips. Luca’s cock is straining against his pants painfully. He lets out a whimper at the graze of his skin against the material.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Ilya’s lips move slowly, his words teasing. His right hand moves away from his hip before he nudges open Luca’s thighs. “Being rewarded for the good boy you are?”
Luca nods instantly while biting down on his bottom lip. Pre-cum is causing a pool of wetness on his pants leg, which the two other men notice immediately. “Ah, getting so wet already? We haven’t even touched you yet,” Ilya smirks. “You’re such a needy boy, aren’t you? You need us to make you feel good?”
Luca tries to nod but he can’t focus on their words anymore. His mind is so jumbled, English has left his brain entirely. He abruptly squeaks when Ilya drags his body towards him by thighs so that their groins are touching. “You’re so pretty,” Shane coos, brushing his hands through the blonde waves. Luca shivers.
“Answer the question, baby. Tell Daddy what you need,” Shane kindly whispers, his lips placing a gentle kiss below Luca’s ear.
“I—,” Luca struggles, his eyes becoming watery by the overwhelming sensation of having two large men touching you without really touching you. Just a whisper of a touch, not nearly what Luca needs. “Fuck, I don’t know,” he mutters quietly.
Ilya’s nostrils flare, his jaw ticking. He roughly gropes Luca’s balls, which makes Luca startle. “Watch your language.”
Luca nodded. “I’m s-sorry,” he apologizes.
“Sorry what?” Ilya prods, his grip becoming softer as he gently palms Luca’s cock.
“Sorry, Daddy,” he replies instantly. It didn’t require much forethought, and in fact, it felt natural. It rolled off his tongue so easily.
“Good boy,” Ilya praises once more. Luca blooms when he’s called that— it makes him feel nice. Hot and wanted. “Take your cock out for us, da? Let us see you.”
Luca hands shake as he wiggles his pants down partly, revealing that he isn’t wearing any underwear. He should be embarrassed, but seeing his two idols almost drooling at the sight of him gives him confidence. He only pulls them down far enough so that his cock frees itself, his tip dribbling pre-cum down its base. Ilya swears while Shane blushes, both of them entranced by the smaller man.
“Such a pretty cock, isn’t it, sweetheart?” Ilya steps toward Shane and places a possessive hand on his ass. Shane nods, his own cock straining against his uncomfortable pants. Shane swallows his own saliva, making a loud gulping noise. “You want to taste it, don’t you, love?” Shane nods his head quickly as he licks his lips. “Tell me how badly you want to taste him.”
“Need to taste it. Wanna suck it, please. Please,” he begs. He’s unsure whether he’s begging Ilya or Luca, or both. Probably the latter.
Ilya makes eye contact with Luca, holding eye contact until Luca is forced to look away. Quickly, however, Ilya grips his chin and guides his eyes back to his own. “My husband wants you to fuck his mouth. You want that, hm, baby?”
Luca nods in response. “Please?” he asks.
“Mhm. You’re gonna fuck his mouth. Better make him feel good or I’m going to have to punish you. You don’t want to be our bad boy, do you?” Luca shakes his head. “Good. Then fuck his desperate mouth nice and good. He likes it rough.”
To Shane, he says: “Let him fuck your mouth, Hollander. Now.”
The two men instinctively listen to Ilya’s commands as he gets undressed. Shane takes a small lick of precum from Luca’s tip, preparing for the sex. Shane hums at the salty taste, before diving in for more. Luca whimpers as Shane moves slowly, licking the path of his thick vein. He places his large hands on Luca’s thighs, widening them. Luca pants when Shane teases the slit, flicking his tongue a few times.
“Oh God—“ he whimpers, his hands falling into Shane’s dark hair. “Feels good.” Shane becomes more confident with Luca’s words, so he hollows his cheeks and sucks him down. Luca practically screams, his arousal building painfully in his cock. It feels so good to finally be touched. His eyes roll back when Shane moves one of his hands to roll Luca’s balls between his fingers. This causes Luca to make some noise he’s never even heard before. He can’t help but push Shane’s face down towards his cock, searching for release. He almost feels bad for the force but Shane only moans in pleasure.
“I said he likes it rough, baby. Fuck his mouth like the little cockslut he is,” Ilya’s voice carries throughout the room, which eggs Luca and Shane on simultaneously.
Shane works his mouth faster, sucking Luca’s cock harder. Luca’s noises are out of his control, he doesn’t even know if he’s making any sense right now. He pumps his hips into Shane’s wet mouth, harder and faster, seeking his release. Shane whimpers when Luca wraps his legs around Shane’s back, holding him right where he needs to be. “Shane, oh God. You’re so,” he moans, “so good. Love your mouth.”
Shane moves his head faster than Luca thought was possible, causing a pleasure Luca has never known before. “Oh fuck! Oh— oh, Shane, I can’t—“
“You need to come, baby?” Ilya asks, wiping his wet hair out of his face. Luca nods desperately. “Beg for it. Beg me to let you come.”
“Please, Daddy. I-I, fuck, I need it. Need to come, need to come,” he chants, his words becoming unrecognizable sounds as he gets closer to the edge.
“Hmm, you’ve been a bad boy, though, da. You looked at my husband yesterday. Without my permission.”
“No, no,” he shakes his head frantically. “I’m— I’m a good boy, yes. Please. I’ll be a good boy.”
“Hmm,” Ilya taunts, taking his time as Shane bends his head, sucking in Luca’s balls too.
“Fuck! Fuck! Please, Daddy. Please,” he cries out, tears starting to drip from the corner of his eyes. He’s so desperate for a release, he needs it more than anything.
“Okay, baby,” Ilya finally agrees, relenting. To Shane, he says: “Make our baby come.”
Shane sucks his cock and balls while prodding a middle finger at his rim, which is enough to make Luca finish. Luca screams, tears rolling quicker out of his eyes, come spurting from his cock while Shane swallows as much as he can, letting the rest of it leak down his chin. Luca’s eyes roll back from the sheer force of his orgasm, his body shaking. Ilya watches with a smirk on his face.
As Luca comes down, Ilya brings Shane in for a desperate kiss, wanting to taste Luca himself. He groans at the taste of his husband and Luca together. He loves it.
When Luca’s orgasm dies down, Ilya grabs hold of him and picks him up, carrying him to their bedroom. Shane follows silently behind the two men, his own desperation clouding his brain.
All three fall onto the Californian king mattress, which easily fits all three perfectly. Ilya cuddles the two men on each of his sides, praising them. “You did so well. Good boys.”
A few minutes pass before Luca whines. “What’s wrong?” Shane asks quickly, fear laced in his voice.
“I, uh… never mind.”
“Say it,” Ilya demands softly, playing with Luca’s blonde hair.
He sits up and turns towards the married couple. “I only came,” he frowns. “…wanna make you guys feel good too.”
Ilya and Shane share hesitant looks. “You sure? You’ve done plenty today already,” Shane asks, seeking assurance. Immediately, Luca nods in return.
“Wanna make you come,” he whispers nervously, batting his eyelashes at the two of them.
Ilya’s calm demeanor shifts back to his authoritative one quickly. “You want to make us feel good?” Luca hums. “How do you plan on doing that, pretty boy?” he teases, crawling onto Luca so that he’s forced to lay back down and stare at Ilya.
Luca can only shrug under the gaze of Ilya’s crazed look. “Use your words. Now.”
Luca’s cheeks grow red and hot. “I want you to.. fuck me,” his voice goes quiet at the end.
Ilya hums. “What about Shane, hm? What do you want to do to him?”
Luca looks at Shane, who is patiently waiting for Luca’s answer. Luca licks his lips and stares at his lower half. “I wanna taste him.”
“You want to taste my husband? And make him come?” Ilya wonders as urges Luca to raise his arms so that he can undress him completely.
“Yes,” Luca replies, watching steadily as Ilya undresses his husband. Their movements are simple, fluid. He hopes, even if it’s stupid, that all three of them will move that easily together one day. He doesn’t know if this is a one time thing, a strictly sexual thing, or what it is, but he does know he hopes this will be more.
Once the two older men get naked, Luca begins to feel unsure of the next steps. All he understands is that he is going to be fucked by Ilya Rozanov while he eats out Shane Hollander. Something he’s dreamed of doing for years. Ilya grabs lube from their nightstand while Shane neatly folds his clothes and places them on a dresser. Meanwhile, Luca is both freaking out from nerves and excitement. He’s nervously playing with his hands as he waits for his next command when the two men both get back into bed. Luca can’t help but admire the large, muscular men. Their build is similar to Luca’s but larger from age and experience. Ilya’s slightly more toned, but both make Luca feel tiny. He kind of loves that feeling, though.
Ilya seems to recognize Luca’s restlessness, so he takes control once more. “You’ve been fucked before?” he asks gently. Luca bites his plump bottom lip and nods. His eyes swing back and forth from Ilya’s to Shane’s and he watches as their eyes darken with either lust or jealousy. Ilya’s jaw tightens while Shane blinks quickly, possibly trying to hide their emotions.
Shane tries to hold it back, but his words fall out of his mouth before he can help it. “Did he make you feel good?” he wonders, his voice cracking slightly at the end.
Luca shrugs and nods softly. “‘Was good.”
Ilya’s had enough. “Get on your hands and knees.” Luca practically springs into action, shifting so that he’s facing the headboard. He gets into position, letting the cold air nip at his vulnerable skin. He can’t see, but he hears the clicking of a bottle opening and the distant sound of the liquid squirting out.
A warm hand firmly grabs ahold of his right cheek, their nails digging into his skin. The pain is immediate, but it’s not unwanted. He bows his back so that his ass is closer to the hand. He’s unabashed, uncaring of how he looks now. “How’d he do it, hm? Soft and slow? Or did he fuck you like the whore you are?” Ilya taunted, clicking his tongue.
Luca wanted to protest against the idea of him being a whore, but he liked it, and it was true anyway. He was hot for a married couple. He wouldn’t judge anybody, but he’s kind of judging himself. Apparently Ilya wasn’t a fan of Luca’s silence, so he slapped his ass once. A warning.
“Uh, soft at first, I guess,” Luca replied shyly. “Harder after I…” he stops.
“After you what?” Shane prompts, grabbing Luca’s chin and turning his head so that they’re making eye contact.
Luca blushes, his neck becoming red too. “After I, um, begged for it.” Luca can hear a loud inhale behind him while Shane just nods, but his eyes do look slightly disappointed.
“You begged for another man’s cock?” Ilya damn near growled out the question, his unfounded jealousy apparent.
Luca didn’t know what to say so he opted for the truth. “Yes,” was all he could think to say.
Ilya chuckles, but it’s dark. Eerie. “Lay your head down and spread your cheeks,” he demanded. Luca listened instantaneously. When he looked as far as his eyes would go, he could see Shane kissing down Ilya’s back, probably trying to soothe him, while Ilya threw the bottle of lube to the side and planted one hand on Luca’s hipbone roughly.
“You want to beg for another man’s cock, hm?” he asks, though it’s rhetorical. He punctuates his sentences by rubbing Luca’s rim and sinking his middle finger in. Luca let out a satisfied sigh, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Ilya only wasted a second before he began pumping his finger in and out quickly, roughly, before curling it perfectly. Luca gasps when his prostate is just barely touched, the feeling indescribable.
“You want another man to fuck you?” he asks between his clenched teeth before he sinks a second finger in. Luca grips the sheets in a white-fisted grip, needing something to hold onto. His back bows with Ilya’s fingers, chasing friction.
Suddenly, Shane appears beside him, and takes a knuckle full of Luca’s blonde hair in his hand, pulling his head slightly up. “Answer the question, baby. Tell us if you want another man to fuck you.”
Luca gasps for breath when Ilya moves his left hand from Luca’s waist to grip his dick. He squeezes harshly, uncaring if it’s painful. “N-no, no. I don’t,” his shaky voice manages to let out.
“Are you sure, handsome?” Shane continues, moving his hand downward to grab his neck. “You are such a cockslut, you sure you don’t need another man’s fucking you?” His voice is soft but his words are not— they surprise Luca. He expected Ilya to say these words, but the unexpecting nature of Shane saying them only makes Luca hornier.
“I’m sure,” he grounds out, his hips moving in rhythm with Ilya’s fingers. “Only want yours,” he moans.
He hears the rip of a condom being opened and can make out Ilya’s figure sliding it onto his cock. Luca held back his pout— he wanted to put it on Ilya himself.
“Are you ready for Daddy?” Shane asks calmly, watching Ilya’s moves intently. Luca nods, to which Shane praises him. “Good boy. You’re doing so good for us.”
“Face Shane,” Ilya commands, so Luca crawls to move his body to the correct position. He’s on his hands and knees again, all while Shane is on his own knees, his cock right in front of Luca’s lips. It’s red and angry, dripping similarly to the way Luca’s was, and is. Luca feels a sudden wave of hunger, wanting nothing more to bend forward slightly more and take Hollander in his mouth.
Ilya doesn’t give a warning, still jealous from earlier, and shoves his thick cock into Luca’s hole. Luca gasps from the thickness— its circumference bigger than he’s ever had. His eyes and mouth open as Ilya works his way into him. He feels so full, so good. He loves it.
“Fuck, baby. So fucking tight for me,” Ilya growls. He pauses, wanting to let Luca adjust to his size, but Luca is so ready for it.
“Move. Move. Move,” he chants, desperate to be fucked.
Ilya chuckles, grabbing ahold of his hips and thrusting deeply before backing out and doing the same. “You’re so needy for my cock. Can’t even wait a second. You’re a slut, aren’t you, baby? Our little slut.”
Luca moans at his words, loving the dirtiness directed towards him. He’s never really done dirty talk before, but he’s so into it. “Yes,” he moans. “Immaslut. Wanna be your slut.”
Ilya groans, moving his hips faster. He can’t help it, he takes Luca’s neck and shoves him down so that his back is arched more. He can go impossibly deeper now.
“Fuck, fuck. So good,” Ilya groans. His pace is unforgiving as he fucks Luca, his and Shane’s slut. His balls are slapping against Luca’s ass, loud and explicit.
Luca whimpers, loving the feeling of being fucked roughly. But he needs more, so he starts to grind his own cock into the mattress, chasing friction there. Shane, attentive as ever, notices his need for more, and perhaps understands what Luca is feeling. He places two fingers in Luca’s wet mouth, demanding for Luca to suck.
Luca listens, wrapping his tongue around Shane’s thick fingers while he’s being pounded into oblivion. The feeling of pleasure is more than he’s ever had before, the tightness in his lower stomach curling tighter and tighter.
“Did he fuck you like this?” Shane asks, petting Luca’s hair. “Did he make you feel this good?”
Luca shakes his head, replying. “Mmphno, ah. No.”
“No one can fuck better than Daddy, can they?” Shane questions, his other hand slowly pumping himself. Luca shakes his head again, sucking desperately on the fingers, his head bobbing back and forth.
Ilya’s hips roll just perfectly so that his tip brushes Luca’s prostate, causing the bottom to whimper. “Oh, I—“ his voice cracks as Ilya shows no mercy to Luca’s sensitive prostate, hitting it over and over again. “Fuck! Oh fuck.”
“Mhm. Who’s making you feel this good, baby? Who is it?”
Luca’s eyes are starting to water again, the pleasure building immensely. The knot in his stomach pulled tighter than he’s ever felt. “You, you, Daddy.”
“Yes. Good boy. Being such a good little slut for us, so desperate.” Ilya hisses when Luca clenches his hole. The two of them roll their eyes, their pleasure raw and uncontrollable.
“Are you going to let another man fuck you like this again? Let him see you like this?” Shane’s voice asks darkly.
Although Luca’s pleasure is more than he’s ever experienced, he’s also… curious. He wants to see what would happen if he just…
“Yes. Gonna let him make me feel so good,” he whimpers out, his lips smirking slightly.
Ilya stops immediately while Shane pulls his fingers out. Luca whimpers at the loss of movement. “What’d you just say?” Ilya questions from behind him. His voice is calm, abnormally so. Almost like the calm before a storm.
“N-nothing,” he stutters, suddenly nervous.
“Say it,” Shane demands.
“No.”
“Luca. Say it right now.”
“I didn’t say anything,” he whispers, his eyes cast downward. All three of them knew it was a lie.
The married couple looks at each other, talking wordlessly with their eyes. The two of them nod, both going to grab something out of each nightstand.
“Lie down,” the two of them demand to Luca. He’s still deep in his pleasure, so he listens. Then he feels two fuzzy fabrics being placed onto his wrist, before hearing the sound of handcuffs being clicked shut.
“Wha—“ he wants to ask but he’s cut off.
The two men give Luca a daring look, so he shuts his mouth. Shane crawls in between his legs, making them spread as far as they can go. He gives Luca a dark grin before enveloping Luca’s cock with his mouth again. Luca moans, his eyes fluttering shut. He distantly wonders how this is supposed to be a punishment? He doesn’t mind this. Not at all.
Shane sucks him like before, but his movements are rougher, angrier. Luca knows he made the married man jealous.
“Shane, ahh,” he chokes out. “Feels, feels so good.” Before he can process what’s happening, Shane releases Luca’s cock and places a plastic ring around it. A cock ring. Luca hasn’t ever worn one and never really looked into what it does, but he just goes along with it as Shane goes right back to sucking him.
Except now, it feels like the pressure can’t come out. Like reaching his climax isn’t possible. He’s confused, used, and horny. It still feels amazing, but the sensation is different.
Despite this, Shane continues like nothing’s changed, sucking him perfectly. His mouth feels so much better than before, making Luca lose his mind.
It’s when Shane raises Luca’s legs and places them on his shoulder when the punishment really starts to come. Shane’s wet tongue swipes around Luca’s hole, prodding his entrance. Luca’s caught by surprise when Ilya places his thighs on either side of his chest, and takes Luca’s erection in his mouth. Suddenly, the pleasure is tenfold. Shane and Ilya’s mouths move in sync, causing Luca to gargle out nonsense. Each flick of their tongue is timed perfectly with one another, each one being punctuated with a squeeze to his ass. The two are jerking themselves off, pumping their cocks for a release Luca is also desperate for.
“Ah fuck! Fuck, I-“ Luca cries out, his tears streaming consistently. “Feels so good I can’t.”
Luca’s cock hardens more, ready to release, but it’s not coming out. “What-? Gotta come, please. I can’t t-take it.”
The two remain in their movements, not paying attention to Luca’s pleas. When Shane adds a finger and prods his prostate, Luca loses his mind. He’s crying so hard snot is coming out, his cheeks red and wet. “Please! Please! Need to come.”
Ilya releases Luca’s cock with a distinct pop. He climbs off of Luca before facing him with a false pitying look. He wipes away the tears softly, but his words are harsh. “Nope. Only good boys can come.”
Shane is still unrelenting in his eating. “I’m a g-good boy. Please.”
Ilya tuts. “No, baby. You are such a bad boy. Telling Daddy that you’re gonna let another man fuck you.”
Luca whimpers, shaking his. “I’m sorry. ‘Twas a joke. A joke. I’m sorry, Daddy, please.”
“A joke? What if I told you I’m going to find another cockslut to fuck. He’s going to be such a good boy for us. Gonna make him come so hard,” Ilya smirks.
Luca’s crying more now, both from exhaustion and an overload of sensation. “No! No. No. I’m your only good,” he pouts, “boy.”
Ilya grabs him roughly by the chin. “You’re ours, yes? Ours. You let another man fuck you and watch what happens.”
Luca nods in agreement repeatedly and Ilya hums. “Don’t come until I say,” he demands before removing the cock ring. Luca sighs in relief but it’s short lived when he remembers Ilya’s command.
“You said you wanted to taste my husband, da? Well, open your mouth then, slut.”
Shane drops his legs, crawls up Luca’s quivering body, before kneeling on his shoulders and gripping the headboard. “You want me to fuck your mouth, baby?” Shane asks, staring down at the crying mess of a man. He simply nods, his eyes fluttering shut. “Open up. Let me fuck your mouth while Daddy fucks your tight hole again.”
Luca opens his mouth, the taste of Shane Hollander’s slickness coating his tongue. He feels Ilya spreading his legs again, getting into position again. Then the two begin thrusting all at once.
Luca screams into Shane’s cock, the vibrations weakening Shane’s resolve so easily. Luca’s full, so full. He loves it.
Shane grinds into Luca’s mouth while Ilya thrusts into his prostate. It’s so hot. But it’s too much.
“Gonna come. Gonna come, please.” Ilya thrusts upwards twice, three times into Luca’s sensitive spot, his toes coiling over, his hands gripping the sheets. He needs to let go. It’s too much. “Please— gotta. Gotta come.”
“Come for us, baby,” Ilya finally relents.
Luca’s eyes roll backwards, his eyesight becoming dark, his back bowing off the bed. He’s losing it, and it’s amazing. He’s dreamt of this moment forever and it’s better than he’s ever imagined. His come shoots out for so long, he’s concerned it’ll never stop.
When it finally does, however, he realizes his wrists are no longer handcuffed, and he’s cuddling between the two older men. His body quivers as he comes down, but the two are holding him, soothing him. It’s the best feeling— to be comforted when you’re most vulnerable.
When his orgasm subsides completely, the two drop soft kisses all over his sweaty body. “You did so well for us, Luca. We’re so proud of you, baby,” Shane coos, nuzzling his head into Luca’s chest, a peck of a kiss to his skin.
“You’re such a good boy. You’re made for us, da? Made to be right here with us.” Ilya whispers comfortably, petting and squeezing Luca’s soft skin.
He wants to ask if he can stay, but he dozes off before he could get the chance.