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Jack is asleep as Gabriel slips into his office, a freshly emptied mug sat on the desk beside his slumped form, mug still warm. Gabriel knows exactly what happened; he had drank the coffee Gabriel had brought him, like he brought him every day for years, and he had slowly grown more and more tired until he had just slumped over in his chair.

Jack would just chalk it up to being so stressed from work that he had just passed out. Gabriel knows the truth though. He knows exactly what pills he had mixed into that drink, something tasteless, odorless, easily smothered with the caramel syrup that Jack was oh so fond of. Gabriel had been bringing Jack coffee since they were in SEP together. He had no reason to suspect the truth.

The base is completely empty, almost all the lights have been turned off. It’s been so long since their headquarters had been closed for so long, by now, that even the janitors had finished their jobs and gone home. And, given the state of interrogation room three, which had housed a particularly snappy cowboy that had tracked mud and dust all over the floors and tables, they had worked hard. They would be far too tired to investigate anything.

Gabriel doesn’t have to worry too much about making noise as he pushes Jack’s rolling chair away from his desk, leaning Jack back so he doesn’t fall out of his seat. Jack is snoring softly, mouth hanging open slightly. Gabriel will have to wipe away his drool later.

He kneels in front of Jack, pushing his legs open wide to make space for himself. Jack’s face twitches like he’s trying to smile. Gabriel hopes that he is having a good dream while he does his work.

He focuses back on the task at hand, hastily pulling open Jack’s belt, and unzipping his pants. It takes some fumbling around to pull Jack’s pants down to his ankles, the drugs are the only things that keep him asleep.

Jack’s dick flops out as Gabriel pulls his underwear down, already starting to stiffen. Gabriel had done this enough that Jack’s body had gotten used to the routine, like a pavlovian response Jack had started getting hard every time Gabriel had drugged him. It’s beautiful.

Gabriel hardly has to do any work to get him excited, but that’s not going to stop him. Gabriel sticks two fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them to make sure they are thoroughly coated. Then, he pulls Jack down in his seat a bit, exposing his asshole. When Gabriel prods at it with one finger, Jack twitches, reacting to his touch. He settles, when Gabriel slips one finger inside, sliding in and out slowly, working him open.

He works a second finger inside, scissoring him open slowly, gently. He makes sure to pay special attention to Jack’s prostate, pressing his fingers against it, rubbing around it, anything he can do to please Jack. The drugs work to keep him asleep, they will be keeping him asleep for another five hours, at least. Gabriel has time.

He pulls his fingers out of Jack’s ass, smiling when he visibly slumps.

“Don’t worry, Jackie, I won’t leave you high and dry.” Gabriel whispers, patting Jack’s thigh affectionately. “I never do, do I?” He imagines Jack nodding in agreement, but no. Jack doesn’t know about this. He shouldn’t know about this. Jack never wanted to admit he needed help.

Gabriel takes Jack’s cock in hand, pressing the tip to his lips. Jack’s dick is hot, red and ruddy, the tip leaks precum on his lips, which Gabriel laps up greedily. He goes further, dragging his tongue across the head of Jack’s dick. Jack keens softly, and Gabriel freezes, ice in his veins. But no, Jack is still fast asleep, his body unabashedly reacting to everything while his mind isn’t present.

Gabriel does it again, relishing the sounds Jack makes in his sleep. So beautiful. Jack sings so beautifully.

Gabriel can’t hold himself back anymore, he swallows Jack down to the hilt, so that his nose is buried in the short blond pubic hair circling his dick, and his lips are practically suction cupped around it. He swallows, and Jack shudders.

For a second, he just sits there, Jack’s cock heavy on his tongue, the sleeping man above him. In the morning, Jack will have no idea what happened, he never does. He will chalk it up to finally passing out and getting a good night's sleep, completely unaware of what Gabriel had done for him. And Gabriel is ok with that.

Gabriel snaps out of it. He’s not here to get lost in some fantasy, he’s here to give Jack a mind blowing orgasm while he sleeps.

Gabriel sets to work, bobbing his head up and down on Jack’s dick, swirling his tongue around. Jack is reacting; twitching and moaning, Gabriel imagines that his toes are curling in his boots. He hopes they are.

Gabriels fingers find Jack’s ass again, slipping past the ring of muscle that he had loosened earlier, finding his prostate with ease. Jack gasps, his jaw more slack than before. For a second his eyes flutter open, but Gabriel doesn’t worry. He’s done this before, he’s never woken up.

Gabriel circles Jack’s prostate with his forefinger, grazing Jack’s cock with his teeth at the same time to earn an absolutely gorgeous, long, drawn out moan from the man. With one more aggressive press on his prostate, and a swipe of his tongue across Jack’s cock head, Jack is orgasming down his throat.

Gabriel milks him of every drop, sucking him dry until there is nothing left of him to give. Only then does Gabriel slowly pull his fingers out, and pull his mouth off of Jack’s dick. He is already going soft, satisfied by Gabriel’s treatment. His face is peaceful, a smile gracing his lips, clearly happy.

Gabriel reaches behind him for the box of tissues on Jack’s desk, wiping away the spit on his friend’s cock. He cleans Jack up, and then tucks him back into his clothes, fastening his belt nice and tight. He rearranges Jack’s desk exactly as it was, and puts Jack back on top of it to sleep the rest of the night away.

Then, without a word, he quietly slips out the door, letting it close behind him, satisfied with his work.

The next morning he meets Jack at the coffee maker in the cafeteria. Jack looks rather relaxed, less stressed than usual. He has a lopsided grin on his face as he fills his favorite mug with coffee.

“Morning Gabi.” Jack greets, stepping aside to let Gabriel fill his own mug.

“You look happy today.” Gabriel comments, as he fills his cup. He hopes it doesn’t come off as weird.

“Ah you know, it’s just me being weird.” Jack shrugs, shaking his head. “I know it’s crazy, but sometimes I end up passing out at my desk, and when I wake up in the morning…I don’t know. I just wake up feeling so…happy. Satisfied.”

“No idea.” Gabriel shrugs. But when Jack turns away, saying something about it probably being sleep deprivation, he smiles to himself.

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A week to the day, Gabriel is back in Jack’s office, and Jack is sprawled over his desk again. This time, when he had fallen, he knocked over his empty mug. Thankfully, he hadn’t broken the thing. Gabriel wouldn’t want him to break his favorite mug, or cut himself on the shards.

Gabriel collects the mug, and all the other clutter on his desk, moving them aside. He has something special planned for Jack tonight, he needs the extra space.

Gabriel pulls Jack away from the desk, wheeling him over to the little couch Jack had insisted he put in the corner of his office. Jack had claimed that it was for when he had large groups in, or when he had to make people wait. Gabriel had been convinced it was just so he could nap during work hours. However, now he finds it quite useful.

Gabriel sprawls Jack over the couch, propping him up with some of the pillows, and spreading his legs wide. Gabriel unbuckles Jack’s belt hastily, yanking his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Jack doesn’t move, but he is snoring now, wrapped up in whatever dreams he is having.

Jack’s cock has stiffened already, his body used to Gabriel’s ministrations. It makes Gabriel’s own cock jump to life in his pants. But, this isn’t about him. Gabriel takes a deep, calming breath.

Jack is peaceful as ever as Gabriel prods at his hole with slicked up fingers. He barely even flinches as Gabriel slips the first finger in, and then another. Gabriel is excited by the thought of it. The thought of Jack being so used to Gabriel sneaking in and treating him so well. Gabriel imagines he will be very pleased with what Gabriel has brought him.

Gabriel works Jack open quickly, maybe even sloppily, watching Jack’s ass open more and more, until he is wide enough to take what Gabriel has to give him. Gabriel grins to himself as he slowly pulls the toy from his pocket, relishing the thought of how wonderful it will make Jack feel.

He had seen the toy online, along with hundreds of others just as tantalizing. This was the smallest one, almost a regular dildo, save for a few extra bumps near the tip, and the fact that it comes with a little remote control to make it vibrate. It was good to start small, work Jack up to some of the more intense toys Gabriel had seen.

Gabriel pushes the tip of the toy against Jack’s gaping hole, watching the puffy ring of muscle kiss up to it, like Jack’s body is just so eager for it, like it knows how good the toy will make him feel.

Jack groans as Gabriel slowly pushes the toy inside him, watching greedily as the little bumps push their way into his ass. Jack swallows up the toy like he was built for it, and he is clearly enjoying it. Gabriel pushes and pushes, until the toy is fully bottomed out inside of Jack, and the fake pair of balls at the bottom are pressed against Jack’s real ones.

He gives the toy a few tiny little thrusts, watching Jack slowly relax into the pleasure Gabriel is giving him.

“You’re doing so good for me.” Gabriel praises, even though Jack can’t hear him. He won’t remember any of this, he will only wake up with the pleasant feelings leftover from being fucked by the toy. But, Gabriel still praises him, still strokes his inner thigh like he is trying to comfort the man.

“I’m going to turn it on now, ok?” Gabriel explains, reaching for the little remote in his pocket. This will be sure to please his Jackie. Gabriel gives him one more second to adjust to the toy, before turning it on to the lowest setting.

The reaction he gets from Jack is immediate; his hips rock into the toy, trying to push it deeper inside, but it can’t go any deeper, and he is left craving more. But that is ok, Gabriel is willing to give him more. Gabriel would love to give him more.

“Don’t worry Jackie.” Gabriel soothes, pressing kisses to the inside of his thighs. “I’ve never let you down, have I jackie? I won’t let you down now.”

Jack can’t hear him, but he settles down anyway, as Gabriel’s hand finds its way around his cock. He gives Jack a few languid strokes, gentle, not wanting to over stimulate the man. He wants this to feel good for Jack, leave him well rested and happy tomorrow, not over stimulated and frazzled.

“I’m going to turn the vibrations up, ok?” Gabriel warns, slowly dialing up the vibrations until the humming is audible from where he sits. Jack’s mouth goes slack, his whole body relaxes, and that is how Gabriel knows he has reached the right frequency.

Jack’s dick is leaking precum all over Gabriel’s fingers, but he doesn’t mind. No, he doesn’t mind at all. This is exactly what he wants.

He begins stroking in earnest, now, determined to bring him to an orgasm. Jack can’t decide if he wants to fuck down on the toy in his ass, or into the palm wrapped around his dick, poor thing. Maybe, if he were awake, Jack might be a bit more coherent. But he isn’t awake, Gabriel had made sure of that.

Gabriel makes the decision for him, pushing the vibrations to the highest setting while at the same time teasing the tip of Jack’s cock with his thumb. The look on Jack’s face as his body spasms is absolutely heavenly; head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth turned up in a smile, his chest is heaving and his hands are grasping at whatever they can find.

Gabriel wraps his lips around the head of Jack’s cock, relishing the salty precum Jack gifts him. Jack has always been so kind and generous when he was awake, it makes sense that he would be the same when asleep. Gabriel just hopes that he can give as much as he gets tonight.

He does his best to keep the tip of Jack’s cock clean, milking the man’s precum right onto his tongue. He doesn’t want to make a mess for Jack to wake up to.

No matter how fast he strokes, Jack can’t seem to reach orgasm. Gabriel doesn’t want to tormen the poor man, he is trying to help him. Gabriel doesn’t hesitate to swallow Jack down to the root just like always does, and uses one of his free hands to fondle Jack’s testicles.

Jack, as it turns out, loves having his balls touched. He keens, his whole body curling up on himself just a little. Gabriel would smile if his lips weren’t wrapped around Jack’s cock.

Jack’s balls twitch as Gabriel holds them, as he drags his thumb over them, strokes them. A selfish part of him wants to do this to Jack when he is awake, to tell the man exactly what he is doing to him as he does it.

Jack’s balls pull up tight to his body, and his face scrunches up as his balls empty into Gabriel’s waiting throat. Gabriel coaxes him through it all, patting his hip, sucking his cock, milking those beautiful balls of his with his hand.

Jack’s orgasm eventually slows and peters out, until the last drop of semen is flowing down Gabriel’s eager throat. But he doesn’t stop then, he keeps sucking, greedily, almost mean. He can’t stop himself, he needs more.

It’s greedy. Very much so. Jack has had his orgasm, he will wake up fully refreshed in the morning, having had a wonderful sleep. But Gabriel still sucks that gorgeous, hot cock, still holds those gorgeous balls in his hands and rubs them all over. His other hand reaches lower, pressing on the toy inside Jack so that it is vibrating right against Jack’s prostate.

Jack’s eyes flutter, and he lets out a string of lewd noises, whimpers and whines as his body is forced to endure this pleasure so soon after his orgasm. Jack is so gorgeous, vulnerable, open. He has a habit of pretending he doesn’t like things when he really does, but now he can’t do that. Now he just has to enjoy his treatment.

Jack orgasms again, this time much quicker than before. Gabriel almost feels bad for pushing him over the edge again so soon, but Jack is making such beautiful noises that he just can’t regret it.

This time, he is able to pry himself off of Jack’s cock, and take his hands off of him too. It hurts him to turn off the toy, and even more so to slowly work the toy out from inside him. But he can’t have Jack waking up with that, he would know what Gabriel is doing, and he would hate being so vulnerable.

When Jack is cleaned up, Gabriel carefully puts him back in his chair, and pushes it back up to the desk. The mug goes on the table again, laying on its side. All the clutter is put back in its place.

Before Gabriel leaves Jack for the night, he places one last lingering kiss on Jack’s cheek.

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Hanzo stalks through the forest, bow clutched in hand. The forest is silent, save for the sound of the leaves rustling against each other. Sunlight filters through the leaves, dancing on the forest floor as the leaves shift and turn.

Hanzo creeps forward, slowly pulling an arrow from his quiver. He had tied his hair back in a ponytail to keep it from his eyes, had spent hours making arrows and days removing all unnatural scents from himself. No alcohol, no scented soaps, he had gone as far to leave his clothes outside at night in preparation for this day.

A twig snaps somewhere in the tree line. Hanzo springs into position, crouching with his bow aimed at the sound, an arrow in place, ready to shoot. For a second, nothing moves, Hanzo’s breath is caught in his chest, eyes focused on the brush in front of him.

Slowly, a buck steps out of the woods, head held high. It is graceful, picking its way through the underbrush with deft hooves. It is nervous, head on a swivel, tail held up like a white flag of surrender.

Its caution does not save it, though, as in a flash of earthy brown, a wolf leaps from the woods, latching to its throat ruthlessly. The buck screams, thrashing uselessly in the wolf’s arms. Slowly, it stills, leaving only the werewolf hunched over its lifeless form.

Hanzo takes a deep breath, aiming for the wolf's head. His arrows are tipped in silver. The kill would be clean. The village would no longer be terrorized by the wolf in their midst.

Hanzo takes just a half step forward to adjust his stance, and that is his fatal mistake. A leaf crunches under his shoe, and the wolf whips around to face him. Hanzo’s deep brown eyes meet the werewolves' wild golden ones.

Hanzo is frozen, captured in the wolf's terrifying, untamed gaze. Slowly, it stalks forward, the deer completely forgotten. Hanzo’s grip on his bow goes limp, the arrow falls from its place, clattering to the earth below.

No matter how hard he tries to move, he cannot. His limbs refuse to move, his body will not listen to his own commands. He is completely and entirely at the mercy of the monster in front of him.

Hanzo’s heart hammers in his chest as the wolf grows closer, extending one clawed paw towards him. He screws his eyes shut, anxiety coiling in his gut. Surely, the creature will tear him to shreds.

One massive paw lands on his shoulder, then another on his other shoulder, shaking his entire body. A cold nose pokes at his cheek, and Hanzo’s stomach churns at the thought of those massive teeth so close to his face. He can smell the fresh blood on the wolf’s mouth.

Without warning, the wolf shoves him back onto the ground, and Hanzo feels the thud as it’s paws slam into the ground on either side of him.

Suddenly, Hanzo snaps out of it, reaching for his bow that had been knocked aside in the scuffle. The wolf is faster, grabbing hold of his wrist and slamming it down on the ground. Hanzo reaches for the knife in his boot, only to have his other hand slammed to the ground in a similar manner.

Hanzo stares up at the wolf, chest heaving, mind racing for some way to get out of the wolf’s grasp, when it suddenly laps at his cheek. The wolf’s tail is wagging, he is licking Hanzo's cheek down to his neck.

A bulge presses against Hanzo’s groin, and when he hazards a glance downwards, he spots the wolf’s considerably large dick pressed against it, dripping precum onto his pants.

Oh.

Oh.

Hanzo understands it now. One of the first things Hanzo had learned about supernatural creatures was soulmates. The bane of every hunter; being stuck with another person, when it was so much easier to hunt solo.

This would do to fill the customers needs. They had only asked him to remove the wolf from their woods, they had not specified that the wolf needed to die. And, well, this is a much better alternative to being ripped to shreds.

The wolf is still licking him, now he is forcing his snout down the front of Hanzo’s shirt, lapping at the space between his pecs.

Hanzo spreads his legs, slowly wrapping them around the wolf’s waist, showing his interest. That makes him even more excited, tail wagging so hard it slaps against his own thighs.

Hanzo bites his lip, glancing around. No one is around to see him, no one would know what he did to complete his job…except for the massive werewolf following him around like a lost puppy. He had seen it before, some other hunter stuck with a werewolf that had latched onto him. It would be hard to hide a werewolf tagging along with him no matter what form he took.

But, he has already encouraged the man, and he is very, very eager.

One of the wolf’s hands lets go of Hanzo’s, and reaches down to his pants, one of the fingers dipping below his waistband. Oh fine. Just this once, though.

Hanzo uses his free hand to shimmy his pants down to his ankle, earning a rather patronizing pat on his head.

Hanzo throws his arm over his eyes as the werewolf eagerly explores the space between his thighs. His breath is hot on Hanzo’s mound, a contrast to the cold nose pressing against the lips of his cunt.

The werewolf drags its tongue from the bottom of Hanzo’s cunt to the very top, dragging against his clit. A zing of pleasure runs up his spine, warmth pooling in his gut. That’s so good.

“D-do that again.” Hanzo orders, and the werewolf obliges, licking Hanzo’s vulva from the bottom to the top agonizingly slowly. Hanzo’s toes curl, thighs quivering under the man.

And again, the wolf licks, tongue dragging against the hood of his clit, and just barely grazing the small little bundle of nerves nestled inside.

Apparently, he and the werewolf are not on the same page, as the other man begins lining up his massive cock with Hanzo’s hole. Nope. Definitely not. Hanzo is not going to be mounted and impaled on some massive dick with no prep in the middle of the woods, especially not when he has no way to clean up afterwards.

Hanzo shoves the wolf away, and he moves even though there was no real way he could have moved him. He tilts his head, watching Hanzo carefully. His cock still stands at attention between his thighs, leaking all over himself.

Hanzo can’t leave him like that, and not just because the wolf is going to follow him around town with no clothes on.

“How about we compromise?” Hanzo suggests, urging the werewolf forward. He takes one hesitant step forward, nervous about upsetting Hanzo again. It takes a bit more encouragement to get the werewolf close enough, but when he does, Hanzo gently takes hold of the werewolves cock.

The werewolfs hips buck, and his ears spring forward. Hanzo scoffs at that, shaking his head. Such a massive, terrifying man so eager under his touch. Hanzo is a bit flattered, to be honest.

The werewolves dick is so big, he can hardly wrap his hand around it, ruddy red from where it erupts from his shaft. The tip leaks a steady stream of precum all over Hanzo’s hand.

Oh, now that just won’t do. Hanzo leans forward, dragging his tongue across the massive tip. The werewolf above him is shuddering at his ministrations, making small, pathetic whining sounds as Hanzo wraps his lips around the crown.

Hanzo cleans the tip of the werewolf’s cock with his tongue, slowly inching lower and lower. The wolf above him is trembling, and when Hanzo reaches down to cup his balls, they are hot and heavy.

With one hand, he toys with the man’s balls, and the other strokes up and down the part of his cock not in Hanzo’s mouth. The werewolf’s cock is hot, almost pointed at the tip, and with every stroke, his hand gets caught on the growing knot at the base.

Then, Hanzo gets a cruel idea. This time, when his hand is cresting over the werewolf’s knot, he stops and he squeezes. The werewolf whimpers, hips bucking into Hanzo’s touch. That brings a smile to his face, and he squeezes the knot again.

Maybe Hanzo had made a mistake antagonizing the werewolf, as suddenly he is on his back, staring up at him while his own mind reels at the sudden change in position. The wolf looms over him, pushing his thighs apart to press his massive cock against Hanzo’s cunt.

Hanzo shudders at the heat of it, the weight pressing against him. The werewolf thrusts once, dragging his dick against Hanzo’s clit, rubbing Hanzo's slick all over his dick. Hanzo’s mouth goes dry, he swallows.

He really, really shouldn’t let the werewolf breed him here, he reasons. But…staring at the cock laid against his skin, feeling the heat of it so close to his vagina, it’s getting harder to resist.

Hanzo can’t muster a word of protest as the wolf lines up, slick, throbbing cockhead pressing against his waiting cunt. He should at least ask the wolf to prep him a little, do something other than just open himself for the wolf like a whore. But the thought of being speared in half on that massive dick with no prep is driving him mad.

The werewolf slowly pushes inside, stretching Hanzo’s cunt with just the tip. Hanzo moans loudly into the woods as the werewolf pushes deeper and deeper. It burns, but it is so addictingly good. He should be ashamed, really. Being whored out in the woods to some werewolf he just met. What if someone saw?

The wolf’s knot gets caught on the entrance of his vagina, and gods it is already buried so deep inside of him. Hanzo didn’t know when he started panting, but now he’s painfully aware of it. His loud, ragged breath fills the forest, overshadowed only by the rugged panting of the werewolf above him.

Slowly, the werewolf pulls out, dragging against Hanzo’s walls until he is a trembling, shuddering mess. The tip pops out of him with a lewd sound, hovering around his hole. Hanzo breathes heavily, one hand grounding himself against the forest floor. The other hand strays down between his own legs, two fingers slipping between the lips down there, circling around his clit. Now he’s really acting like a whore.

Imagine if someone saw him here, legs spread for a monster, pleasuring himself shamelessly. Or, worse, if they heard him. Heard the fuck out, lewd noises he is making, listened to the moans and the whines from the both of them.

The werewolf pushes back in, spreading him again. More burning and stretching and wonderful pleasure. It feels so good Hanzo doesn’t know what to do with himself. He can feel every nook and cranny of his cunt being filled, can feel the tip of the werewolves dick reaching places no other man has ever gone inside of him.

Hanzo grabs at one of those massive paws of his, dragging it up to his head. He wants to be manhandled, wants to be dragged around. He has to pull the ribbon out of his own hair, and practically force the wolf to pull it to get him to play along, but then he is yanking Hanzo’s hair so hard Hanzo is left staring at the sky.

Now, the werewolf really starts fucking him, thrusting his hips in and out, filling the air with sick, wet slapping noises, and filling Hanzo’s gut with that wonderful heat. Hanzo picks up the pace on his clit, pinching the hood between two fingers, tugging on it, anything he can.

All too soon, he is riding the crest of his orgasm, body clenching around the werewolf, limbs going limp. The werewolf doesn’t stop, Hanzo is forced to continue enduring the wonderful feeling of his cock, something Hanzo is more than willing to enjoy.

Hanzo gets no warning before the werewolf leans down, dragging its tongue across one of Hanzo's sensitive nipples. He gasps, enjoying the shock of pleasure it sends through his chest. Again, he laps, and again Hanzo gasps.

With the cock rabbiting into his already over sensitive body, and the werewolf doing his damndest to drive him into another orgasm, it’s no wonder he cums again so soon. He’s not alone, the werewolf pumps him full of hot, thick semen, filling Hanzo more and more until semen is pouring out around his dick.

Hanzo is painfully aware of how much of a mess he is; spread on Werewolf cock, that same wolf tugging on his messy hair filled with twigs and leaves from the forest floor. He looks fucked out, he knows, mouth gone slack, eyes unfocused, face colored pink in blush.

Slowly, the wolf pulls out, dragging against his innermost walls, pulling out more semen. Hanzo gives one last shudder before going completely limp under the wolf.

Right. Now what?

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Niran stands in his lab, bobbing his head to the music in his earbuds. The plant in front of him sways in the breeze of the small little fan Niran had set up in front of it. Its petals were bright pink, the leaves and stem a bright green, a contrast to the bright yellow anthers and filaments.

“Hello, beautiful.” Niran smiles, gently petting one of its soft petals. Praise will make it grow faster. This one he is proud of, yes, but what he is more proud of is its progeny, the one that hasn’t bloomed yet.

He turns his attention to that plant instead, checking the PH of the soil, making sure it has enough water, but not too much. When this flower blooms, it will release an engineered chemical agent that should, if he has done it right, work as a truth serum. This one is close to blooming, so with a giddy grin on his face, he moves the pot over to his collection chamber.

“Don’t worry, little friend, you will do wonderfully.” He assures the little plant, finally pulling the earbuds from his ears. The music cuts to a stop as he places them in their case. Just him and the plants, now.

“Make your maker proud.” He orders, a bit sternly. Oh, who is he kidding? It’s one of his plants. It might not do exactly what he had made it for, but it will find some way to make him proud. Even if that is just being very pretty and tolerant of changes in conditions.

Just as he goes to close the chamber, the plant slowly begins to peel apart. His eyes go wide, and he rushes to close and seal it. But, alas, he is too late, and the flower is pushed open as it dispels the chemical agent inside. The air is colored a soft yellow by the chemical agent, as all his hard work seeps out of the collection chamber and into the open air.

Niran sighs in dismay, watching the wasted chemical agent in front of him. The problem with the current generation is that they only bloomed once per lifetime, something Niran was trying to edit out of the plant’s genetics, so far unsuccessfully

“Well, at least you are still pretty.” He sighs to himself. The yellow cloud settles as Niran pulls the plant from the chamber, and places it back in the sunlight. Well, he still needed to edit the genes anyways. He will just have to test the actual chemical agent later.

Niran takes a rag to the now yellow counter, and begins cleaning. Yet, he can’t help but notice he feels a bit…off. It can’t be the chemical agent, though, as that is only for truth telling. Not whatever this strange heat he is feeling.

….Still. Niran steps back, tossing the rag aside. Maybe this is an unseen side effect of his chemical agent? He still hadn’t tested if it was working correctly. If he doesn’t get the chemical agent right, then he can’t move onto the next phase of the genetic editing.

A whole different mess.

His head spins, and he has to lean against the counter behind him for support. Ugh. Something is definitely messing with his head.

Blood rushes between his legs, and Niran has to bite his lip to stifle a moan. Oh. Well, that is certainly not what he had meant for the agent to do.

This time, Niran isn’t able to suppress the moan. His cheeks flush pink, and his heart rate skyrockets, before he remembers he is home alone. Right, Bap had gone to volunteer at the clinic today.

He needs to get out of the greenhouse before he gets any worse. Niran darts out the door, and up the little stone path to their idyllic house, slipping in through the back door. He doesn’t make it up to the master bedroom before the effects get worse. Each step he takes, he can feel his underwear rubbing against his dick, can feel the need for an orgasm so bad.

He hardly makes it up the stairs and into his room, leaving the door wide open as he flops onto the bed. Niran has to stuff a pillow between his thighs to satiate the terrible arousal, grinding his already hard cock against it as he frantically searches the nightstand for a suitable toy.

He grabs one of Baptiste’s toys, and groans at the sight of it. It’s the bright pink one, as long as his forearm and just as thick, covered in little rounded nubs all over for extra pleasure. Oh this is exactly what he needs.

He grabs the bottle of lube from his dresser, hastily pouring it onto his hand. It spills onto the sheets, but Niran is far too busy stuffing himself full of his own fingers to really care. He revels in the stretch of his ass as he spreads himself wide open, coating his walls with a copious amount of lube.

He scissors himself, ass in the air, head buried in the pillows. Distantly, he knows that Bap just made the bed this morning, and he will be so annoyed that Niran had messed it up. But he can’t care about that now, his head is filled with thoughts of being pinned to the bed, of Baptiste grabbing him by the hips and driving into ruthlessly, again and again, until Niran was spent.

He flops onto his back, one hand spreading himself wide open as the other strokes himself to the thought of Baptiste looming over him, taking him by the hips and breeding him.

Niran squeezes the base of his dick, pressing ruthlessly against his prostate for an extra zing of pleasure. More. He needs more.

Niran pulls his own fingers from his ass, reaching desperately for the toy. It’s not Baptiste, but it will suffice. Slowly, he pushes the toy inside, each line of little bumps catching on the rim one by one. And then, one by one, they drag across his prostate as he pushes deeper and deeper.

It’s not enough. He drags his hand up and down his cock roughly, dips his finger in his foreskin and pets the tip of his cock, but no matter how good it feels, it is never enough. He pumps the toy in and out, forcing the little bumps across all his sensitive spots.

Downstairs, the front door opens, Niran hears Baptiste putting his keys in the key dish. Yes. Yes, Niran needs him right now.

“Bap!” He whines needily, voice echoing throughout the empty house.

“What is it, Bua?” Baptiste calls, as he climbs the stairs. Niran’s back arches as he angles the toy inside him just right.

Baptiste pauses at the top of the stairs, eyes wide at the sight of Niran spread out on his bed, fucking himself on the toy and stroking his dick. Niran meets his eyes, urging him forward silently. Please, he needs this.

Baptise takes a hesitant step forward, then another. Niran whines needily, spreading his legs wider, inviting him in. Slowly, Baptiste makes his way between Niran’s legs, gently resting one hand on Nirans thigh. His eyes are fixated on the toy pushing in and out of Nirans ass, transfixed by the sight of it.

“Please.” Niran begs, wrapping his legs around the man's waist, pulling him in. Bap finally snaps out of it, moving Nirans hand away from the toy, slowly pulling it out of him, watching each little bump slide out.

He whines needily as the toy is finally pulled all the way out, leaving him empty. He isn’t left waiting for long, though, as Baptiste undoes his belt, taking his dick out and pushing the tip against Niran’s eager hole.

“ne t'inquiète pas mon amour”, Baptiste whispers, as he slowly pushes inside. Niran groans, throwing his head back as he is so wonderfully filled. No matter how many times he had been fucked on that amazing, thick cock, it never got old.

Baptiste inches in slowly, pulling whines from Nirans throat with every inch. With one last push, their skin is touching, Baptistes wiry hairs against the softness of Nirans ass. The other man leans over him, face inches away from Nirans.

He leans forward, lips brushing against Baptistes.

“I love you.” He whimpers, as Baptiste finally begins moving inside of him. The other man’s balls slap against his ass, filling the air with the sound of skin on skin. Baptiste makes sure he hits Nirans prostate each time, and he takes Nirans dick in his hand, stroking it in time with each thrust.

A familiar knot builds deep in his gut, and Niran barely has time to react before he is orgasming all over himself. His vision goes white, his head snaps back, his balls churn white ropes all over his stomach.

Baptiste doesn’t even stutter, even as Niran’s body contracts around him. Niran is fucked through his orgasm, has his cock milked all the way through it. He pants, chest heaving as Baptiste continues to fuck him and stroke his dick. How had he been so lucky as to get such an amazing husband?

“More!” He begs, rocking his hips in time with Baptistes thrusting. The man above him chuckles, shaking his head.

“What has gotten into you, Bua?” He asks, as he runs his palm over the head of Nirans dick. Every part of Niran is tingling, begging for more.

“Nothing.” Niran lies. He doesn’t know why he does it. So much for that truth serum. “Please just give me more. Please I just need more.”

Baptiste locks lips with him, cutting him off swiftly. Niran opens his mouth for Baptiste, relinquishing every part of him for the other man. Baptiste is rearranging his guts, his tongue is exploring the inside of Nirants mouth, he is the only thing Niran can smell. Baptiste fills his every sense, until the line between Niran and Baptiste is more than blurred.

When Baptiste orgasms, he grabs Niran’s hip, driving deep inside of Niran and unloading his semen into the depths of Niran’s guts. Warmth floods his lower half as Baptiste moans into his mouth. Niran holds him close, legs wrapped so tightly around Baptistes waist he thinks he might be crushing the man.

Baptiste slows to a stop inside of Niran, stopping with his pelvis pressed against Niran’s ass. His hand is still working Nirans dick, at least, pumping from the very root to the very tip. It’s good, yes, but it is just not enough.

“I need more.” Niran whimpers, finally pulling their lips apart. Baptiste looks confused, maybe a little confused even. But he is a good husband, and he leans over and reaches into the drawer of the night stand.

For a second, Baptistes pecs obscure Niran’s view, and before he knows what he is doing Niran buries his face between them, inhaling deeply. Baptiste snorts, pushing Niran’s head out from between Niran’s pecs.

“So needy, Niran.” Baptiste laughs, pouring lube into the opening of the newest toy. Niran’s eyes widen at the sight of it.

Baptiste had only bought it a week ago; a clear cylinder, hollowed out in the center so that it can be slid over a cock. The very back is shaped to cup the tip of said cock perfectly, and Niran knows it vibrates.

He swallows, glancing nervously at Baptiste as the man uses two fingers to spread lube inside the toy. Well, he had wanted more, hadn’t he? This was certainly more.

Baptiste has to guide his dick into the toy for him, as his hands are too busy gripping the sheets below him. It’s tight, squeezing him perfectly. He pants, back arching as his cockhead finally makes contact with the vibrator inside, sending white hot pleasure down his spine. His slit is pressed right up against the vibrator, every inch of his sensitive, red hot crown is pressed against the vibrator, not an inch of it spared.

Niran tries to say something, but when he opens his mouth the only thing that comes out are small, pathetic whimpers as the toy has its way with him. He tries to reach down and pull it off, but in an instant Baptiste has his hands pinned above his head, refusing to give him even a second of relief.

He doesn’t even get a second of relief when he orgasms again, semen spilling out of the toy and pooling on his pelvis. Baptiste doesn’t take the toy off yet, nor does he let go of Nirans hands.

Niran is forced to endure more of the wonderful, terrible vibrations. Another orgasm rocks through his body, this one more intense than the last.

“No more.” Niran begs, pleading with the man. Baptiste gives him a sadistic smile, pushing the toy harder against his dick.

Then, Baptistes hips start moving again. Niran’s head spins, his senses drowned out by all the different sensations. It’s too much. He loves it. He hates it.

Another orgasm rips through him, he thrashes and spasms under Baptiste, vision gone white. Finally, when he comes down from the high, Baptiste lets him go. He pulls the toy off of Niran’s cock, letting it flop against his thigh while he tosses the toy aside for cleaning later.

Baptiste slowly pulls out of Niran, making a mess of the sheets. Neither can be bothered to care.

“Better now, my love?” Baptiste asks, stepping back to stretch. Niran takes the opportunity to stare at the man. Niran nods, stretching out over the bed.

“Bathe together?” Niran asks, gesturing to the bathroom attached to the room.

“Of course, Bua.” Bap says, pressing a kiss to Niran’s forehead. “I’ll get the water ready.”
Niran smiles as Baptiste disappears into the bathroom, and the shower turns on. He will have to keep this strain of flower.

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The next week, when Gabriel lets himself into Jack’s office, he is surprised to find Jack awake at his desk, blearily typing away at his keyboard. The man seems just as surprised when Gabriel barges into the office, and Gabriel is quick on his feet with some lame excuse about coming to check in on him.

The week after that is the same, and so are the two weeks after that, until it has been four weeks since Gabriel has been able to help him. Jack looks like the walking dead; massive black bags under his eyes, his skin lacks its usual healthy color, and his mood is terrible. Gabriel has to wonder if even sleeps at all without his help.

This time, when Gabriel steps into his office, though, Jack is slumped over his desk like he is supposed to be. The coffee mug is nowhere to be seen, but Gabriel pay’s it’s absence no mind.

He pushes Jack away from the desk, leaning him back in his chair. He quickly settles himself between Jack’s legs, pushing them apart, frantically pulling at Jack’s belt buckle.

“Gabriel?”

He freezes, blood turning to ice in his veins. Jack is staring down at him with wide blue eyes. Gabriel stares back, mirroring his shocked expression.

Gabriel scrambles back, holding his hands up in surrender. At the same time, Jack sits up in his chair, rolling back.

“I can explain.” Gabriel blurts. Except, there is no explanation for what he’s doing. What could he say to make this ok? There isn’t any excuse for what he is doing.

How could Jack have woken up!? He should have been drugged. He drank the coffee, hadn’t he? He should be fast asleep for the next eight hours.

“Gabriel.” Jack breathes, shock evident on his face. “It’s…you.”

“Jack, I swear I never did anything to hurt you.” Gabriel interjects, panicking. He doesn’t want Jack to be done with him. He doesn’t care if the man reports him, if he loses his job. But, if Jack stops talking to him, if he stops being able to see Jack, he can’t handle that.

“Gabriel.” Jack says again, more sternly. Gabriel stops, mouth snapping closed. “You…slept with me. You drugged me and you slept with me.”

“It was just toys.” Gabriel reasons, trying to save himself. “I only used toys on you. I just wanted to help you.”

Jack stands up, and Gabriel sinks, heart hammering in his chest. This was his own fault. Jack was going to report him, he would be fired, it would be all over the news, and Jack would have nothing to do with him again.

Jack reaches into his desk, grabbing a canteen from under his desk. Gabriel doesn’t understand what he is doing, until Jack opens the top, and the smell of coffee fills the room.

“I need you to take care of me.” Jack begs, holding the canteen to his chest. He looks about as desperate as Gabriel feels. “Please. I can’t do it anymore. I haven’t slept well in so long. I trust you. Please.”

“That's the coffee I drugged?” Gabriel asks, hesitantly. Jack nods, and then puts the canteen to his lips, and pours the entire thing down his throat.

Gabriel can’t believe what he is seeing. Jack needs him. Jack is taking the drugged coffee, Jack wants Gabriel to fuck him to sleep.

Gabriel rushes to Jack’s side as the man settles onto the couch, downing the rest of the drugged coffee. Jack reaches into his own pants, pulling his cock out and resting it on his thigh. Gabriel quickly assumes his position between Jack’s legs, hesitantly taking hold of the man’s dick.

Jack nods to him, adjusting his legs to make more room for Gabriel. The drugs are already working their magic on Jack, his eyes are half lidded, and he yawns.

“Fuck me.” Jack begs, sleepily shifting in his seat, trying to entice Gabriel. “Please. I need your dick.”

“O-of course.” Gabriel nods, leaning forward to take Jack’s cock in his own mouth. Jack makes a pleased noise as he settles into sleep, leaving himself completely at Gabriel’s mercy.

Jack slips into sleep before Gabriel has even managed to get him hard. He gives Jack’s hip a squeeze. He will not fail his beloved Jackie.

Jack quickly hardens under his touch, and he mumbles something in his sleep. Gabriel cannot believe Jack is letting himself be so vulnerable in front of Gabriel. For Gabriel. The thought of Jack needing him, of Jack drugging himself and begging for his help is intoxicating.

Gabriel’s head sinks lower and lower on Jack’s cock, until his nose is pressed against the wiry blond hair on his pelvis. Gabriel stills there, the other man’s cock heavy in his throat, the taste of Jack’s skin on his tongue.

Gabriel shudders as Jack’s cock twitches in his mouth, happy to be taken care of. Slowly, Gabriel pulls back, until the head of Jack’s dick pops out of his mouth. Jack’s ruddy red tip stares back at him, covered in his own spit, desperate for attention.

Gabriel can’t help himself, he leans forward, slipping his tongue under the man’s foreskin. Jack reacts so wonderfully to that, mewling softly in his sleep as Gabriel swirls his tongue around inside Jack’s foreskin.

Slowly, Gabriel pulls his tongue out from under Jack’s foreskin, a thin line of spit connecting him to Jack’s dick for just a second, before it breaks. Blood surges to Gabriel’s own cock, wanting nothing more than to breed the man in front of him.

He gives into his urges, fumbling with his belt, pulling his cock out with one hand, and pulling jack off the edge of the couch with the other. He is surprised to find Jack has already worked himself open, and not only that, but he left a plug inside himself. A large, glittery blue gemstone stares back at him from where it is nestled between Jack’s cheeks.

Oh. Oh. Jack had been so eager for him. Gabriel likes the thought of the man fingering himself open in the morning, stuffing himself with a toy and waiting desperately for Gabriel to visit him in the night. Or maybe Jack had gotten the idea during the workday, and had frantically stuffed his fingers inside his own ass with the door locked, hoping no one would notice.

Those thoughts fill his head as he carefully pulls the toy out of Jack, watching the man’s rim open around it. Jack has coated himself so thoroughly with lube, stretched himself so wide, that Gabriel is able to press the tip of his dick against Jack’s rim and slide inside.

Beneath him, Jack’s back arches, and his eyes flutter open for just a second. His body clenches around Gabriel’s cock, velvety soft insides welcoming him in like one of their own. Gabriel adores the way they fit perfectly together, the way that Jack’s ass meets perfectly with his hips. Like they were made for each other.

Gabriel fucks into Jack slowly, methodically, making sure to hit the other man’s prostate with each thrust. Jack makes the most beautiful noises, mewling and moaning as Gabriel keeps hammering into his prostate.

Jack’s orgasm takes Gabriel by surprise, as the man clenches around Gabriel suddenly seconds before his cock is spewing semen onto his own shirt. Gabriel sees stars as the man practically milks his cock, riding out his orgasm.

When his vision finally returns, Gabriel can’t help but smirk at the mess Jack has made of himself, painting his own uniform with cum. Poor thing.

Jack whines as Gabriel continues to fuck him, selfishly chasing an orgasm. He wants to orgasm inside Jack, to fill the man with his semen, knowing that Jack would never let anyone else do so.

One of his hands sneaks up Jack’s shirt, latching onto one of those massive pecs of his. God, Gabriel loves Jack’s pecs. He likes seeing them through his uniform, loves how they strain against Jack’s shirt when he stretches, or during training. And, he absolutely adores the noises that Jack makes when Gabriel squeezes his pec.

And then, Gabriel gets an idea. Hastily, fighting off his impending orgasm, he pulls Jack’s shirt up, exposing those beautiful tits. They bounce in time with Gabriel’s thrusts, enticing Gabriel who leans forwards, wrapping his lips around one beautiful nipple. Jack loves that, keening loudly into the otherwise silent office.

Gabriel orgasms deep inside of Jack with his mouth on Jack’s pectoral, and his hand wrapped around the other man’s cock. Jack shudders as he is filled with warm cum, and for a second the room is filled with nothing but the sound of Gabriel’s balls smacking against Jack’s ass, and the smell of sex emanating from them both.

Gabriel lets out a groan as he empties his balls inside Jack, vision made fuzzy by the pure pleasure. He pumps load after load of semen into Jack until it is spilling out over the man’s thighs, and onto the couch below.

Gabriel stands panting, dick still tucked safely inside Jack. The other man is smiling in his sleep, face buried in one of the little pillows on the couch. Gabriel pulls his face from the blond's chest, smiling down at the man. His man.

Tentatively, he reaches forward, guiding Jack’s face towards his own and pressing his lips against Jack’s own. Jack is pliant beneath him, jaw slack as Gabriel invades his mouth. Gabriel just can’t get enough of Jack, he pulls the man close against his chest, practically suffocates him in a bone crushing hug.

“It’s ok, Jack.” Gabriel pants, when he finally pulls his mouth away from Jack’s to let them both breathe. “I am going to take care of you. Such good care.”

Jack, of course, is still asleep and cannot answer him. But Gabriel still smiles to himself as he collects the blond, throwing him over his shoulder.

He carries Jack back to his quarters, using the man’s thumb to let himself in. Jack will wake up satisfied, well rested, and loved. And Gabriel will be by his side.

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Gabriel enters the spa, hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie, clenching the business card Jack had slipped him tightly. His hood is up, and his face hidden mostly by sunglasses. He had booked an appointment early in the morning during work hours, when no one else would be around.

True to his predictions, the waiting room is completely empty, filled only with empty gray chairs with plenty of cushioning surrounding a table scattered with magazines. Gabriel stalks past them, stopping short at the front counter.

“Appointment for Reyes.” He grunts, hands clenching in his pockets. He doesn’t like going out. He hates people. And even worse, he hates being vulnerable around people. But, Angela had said that if he didn’t start managing his stress, and all the bad things he had done to his body, he would regret it.

“Of course!” The receptionist chirps, clicking a few things on her computer. “Looks like you’re five minutes early. That's ok, your masseuse doesn’t have anyone scheduled before you. Just follow me to the room.”

The receptionist guides him through a door behind the front desk, which leads to a hallway lined with numbered doors. She takes him to room four, opening the door for him.

“You can undress in here.” She instructs, and now she is whispering. Everything is so quiet here. “Lay on the table when you are done, cover yourself with the sheet.”

“Thanks.” He says, and then cringes. His voice sounds so loud against her whispering, and the soft music playing in the background.

She leaves him there, and he steps into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He takes off his shoes and socks with no problem, and removes his shirt and pants with no problem. Then, down to just his boxers, he pauses.

He doesn’t know if he should take these off. He’s never been to one of these places before. It was Jack who had recommended the place to him, and Jack himself had learned of the place from Zenyatta.

Gabriel bites his lip. He will be under the sheets, yes? Then the masseuse will never know whether or not he took them off, would they? Gabriel quickly shrugs off his boxers, hiding them under the pile of other clothes. He ditches his sunglasses, and quickly climbs onto the table, covering himself with the sheet.

He feels so cold, even under the sheet. He feels exposed, skin tingling as if someone were watching him already. Gabriel takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He doesn’t do this.

The door swings open, snapping Gabriel out of his own head. He takes one last deep breath, staring down at the floor.

“Good morning.” The masseuse whispers, voice soft and calming. “My name is Carla, this is my partner Antonio, we are going to be your masseuses for today. If you aren’t comfortable with either one of us working with you, please let us know. The same goes for if you would like us to stop doing anything.”

Gabriel nods silently, cheeks dragged against the soft sheets of the pillow circling his face. He flinches when the masseuse at his head, the woman, pulls the sheets down to his mid back, exposing his shoulders and neck. The masseuse at his feet pulls the sheet back to his knees.

Gabriel isn’t cold anymore, nor is he worried. At least, not as nervous as he was before. He can hear the masseuse’s spreading oil on their hands, so he is prepared when they place their hands on his skin.

The oil smells faintly of lavender, helping him calm down a bit more. He slowly relaxes as Carla begins rubbing her hands up and down his back, pressing the heels of her hands into his muscles. At the same time, Antonio rubs his hands up and down Gabriel’s calves, slowly, methodically.

Gabriel relaxes bit by bit as Carla rubs his shoulders, releasing the tension from his back bit by bit. Antonio moves down to his feet, pushing his thumbs into the arches of Gabriel’s feet, removing years of pain.

Gabriel’s skin tingles as Carla moves to his arms, starting with the left. Slowly, she works her way down his arm, kneading from his shoulder all the way down to his hands. At the same time, Antonio pushes the sheets up all the way up to his thighs, stopping just short of his ass. Gabriel hardly even notices, as Antonio’s hands move towards his thighs.

Gabriel forgot how wonderful it felt to have another person touching him. He was always so distant. Even Jack was hardly allowed to touch him. But this makes him rethink that decision. Carla’s hands are so warm, and the way Antonio drags his palms over Gabriel’s thighs makes him feel so good.

Gabriel is practically asleep by the time they tell him to roll over. With half lidded eyes, Gabriel manages to roll over onto his back without exposing himself to either masseuse. Antonio sets to work on Gabriel’s thighs, again, as Carla begins to rub his face. Gabriel can’t help but lean into her palm as she works, relishing the feeling of someone touching him, of someone treating him with kindness.

Gabriel is so wrapped up in the wonderful feelings that he doesn’t even notice as Antonio pushes the blanket up just a bit more, exposing his cunt to the room. He’s startled when the man drags his tongue across Gabriel’s vulva, dragging across the hood of his clit.

Gabriel freezes, breath caught in his throat, mind reeling. What is he doing!? Carla hasn’t reacted. She must have seen, right? Carla hasn’t even stopped working, her hands moving up and down the sides of his neck in time with Antonio’s warm breath against his now wet cunt.

He could tell them to stop. Carla had told him as much. Antonio licks again, slowly dragging his tongue over Gabriel’s vagina, across his clit, sending warm pleasure up his spine. He could tell Antonio to stop. He does not.

Hesitantly, Gabriel spreads his thighs just a tiny bit, encouraging Antonio, inviting him in. The man takes his invitation, pressing his mouth to Gabriel’s clit, wrapping his lips around it as Carla’s hands sneak lower and lower, until they find his pecs.

Carla kneads the flesh of Gabriel’s pecs, thumbing over his nipples as Antonio laps at his clit. It feels so wonderful, so warmly pleasurable. He hasn’t done this since his twenties, he forgot how wonderful this was.

Gabriel can’t stifle the pleased sigh he makes, as Antonio’s tongue manages to dip beneath his clitoral hood, grazing against his clit. Oh, that’s so good. Antonio’s tongue is soft and warm against all the right places, leaving him slick not just from his saliva, but Gabriel’s own arousal.

“Is that alright, Gabriel?” Carla asks, as she gently pinches one of his nipples between two fingers.

“So good.” He manages to squeak out, breathlessly. He rocks his hips into Antonio’s face, riding him gently. He should be ashamed of himself, letting a complete stranger touch him like this, let alone two of them. But oh, it’s so good. How could he say no to something so wonderfully good?

His comment earns him a pat on the head that has him beaming. At that moment, Antonio pulls his mouth off of Gabriel’s clit with an obscene pop. Gabriel’s thighs tremble as the man pulls off of his clit, embarrassing him. God, is he really that desperate? It’s painfully obvious he hasn’t done this in a long, long time. He’s practically begging them to help him, to touch him.

And touch him they do. Carla pays plenty of attention to his chest, kneading his pecs, pinching and twisting his nipples. And Antonio slips his tongue inside of Gabriel, wrangling a gasp from his lungs.

It feels amazing, Gabriel is intoxicated by the feeling of soft against soft, Antonio’s tongue against his most vulnerable, sensitive parts. Gabriel groans, bearing down on the man’s face, pushing his tongue deeper inside of himself. Gabriel probably shouldn’t be spearing himself on a stranger's tongue. He shouldn’t let Carla touch him the way she is. He should have told them to stop a long time ago.

But he can’t. He can’t tell them to stop, because he is too caught up in the warm pleasure, caught up in the feeling of finally being treated kindly for the first time in so long.

When Antonio finally pulls his tongue out from Gabriel’s vagina, he whimpers at the loss. It’s pathetic, needy even. But he feels cold on the inside with Antonio gone, he misses the soft touch of Antonio’s tongue against his insides.

“Shh, don’t worry.” Carla soothes, petting his head affectionately. “Just roll over for us, Ok?”

Gabriel nods mutely, forcing his limbs to work again and turn himself onto his back. As he does so, he spots Antonio ripping open a condom, and his gut twitches in anticipation. When he lays back down again, he makes sure to spread his legs extra wide for the man, presenting his sopping wet cunt to him.

Antonio fumbles with his belt, as Carla uses a wipe to clean the oil from her hands. Then, Gabriel’s head is gently pushed into the circular hole in the bed, and he closes his eyes, waiting to be fucked by a stranger.

Carla finishes her task first, and begins gently combing through his hair, leaving his skull tingling in pleasure. Antonio settles over him, as Carla rubs the back of his neck. Gabriel shivers at the feeling of Antonio’s condom clad cock pushing through his labia until the tip is just touching the entrance to his vagina.

Gabriel wiggles his hips, desperate to be filled with Antonio’s cock, needing the pleasure, the release. Antonio’s hands are on his ass cheeks, Carla’s are rubbing his shoulders, his neck, sometimes straying upwards to pet his cheek.

Gabriel moans quietly as Antonio slowly pushes inside him, spreading his cunt wide around his cock. God it’s so nice to be filled, it feels so right, so good. He feels warm inside, feels pleasure emanating from every inch of skin that touches Antonio’s cock.

Antonio sets a mild pace, dragging his cock against all the right places inside of Gabriel while Carla returns to rubbing his back. Gabriel’s jaw goes slack as he has the brains fucked out of him, thoughts washed away by the man thrusting in and out of his cunt.

One of Antonio’s hands slips beneath Gabriel, slipping his fingers between Gabriel’s labia to reach his clit. His fingers slip against Gabriel’s clit before they finally gain traction, pressing Gabriels clit against his pelvis and rubbing it back and forth.

Gabriel is panting, rocking his hips into the pleasure emanating from his genitals, and leaning into the soft touches from his shoulders. He can feel a knot quickly forming in the bottom of his stomach, his body feels like it’s made of jelly. Gabriel feels like he’s floating on clouds.

He gets no warning before he orgasms, body contracting around the man buried inside him. His whole body goes numb, white overtaking his vision. He quakes and trembles as his body heaves, and a rush of liquid flows between his thighs in an explosion of pleasure.

It is only moments later, as he struggles to regain himself, that he realizes what happened; he squirted.

Gabriel has just ridden the face of a total stranger, let said stranger fuck him, and then squirted all over himself and the massage table.

His face burns in shame as the full reality of the situation hits him. Oh god, what is he doing? He shouldn’t have done any of that, no matter how amazing it had been. He tries to lift his head from the pillow, only to have it gently guided back into pace by Carla, who shushes him softly.

Antonio pulls out of him, covering him with the sheet again. Gabriel is left on the table, still reeling from the mind blowing orgasm, as the two masseuses resume as if nothing happened.

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“Hear me out, Ok, I know how it sounds-” The blond - well, his hair leaned more towards white than blond, to be honest- in front of him chatters, gesturing wildly with his hands until Gabriel cuts him off.

“It sounds like a terrible idea.” Gabriel grunts, arms crossed in front of his chest. He had not moved from that position in five minutes, a stark contrast to all the movement Niran had been doing.

“-The full moon is tomorrow night.” Niran says, face fixed somewhere between a pout and a frown. “And I already told my roommate that you two were coming over, sooooo…” He trails off, gesturing to Gabriel.

“Let me get this straight.” Gabriel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You want me and my werewolf boyfriend to go to your house, on the full moon, and have a threesome with you?”

Gabriel takes a deep breath as Niran nods enthusiastically. This man is a nutcase.

“Fine.” He finally relents, groaning internally. This is a terrible idea. Horrible really. Jack got rather…greedy, under the influence of the full moon. Gabriel knew how to handle him, after years of dealing with him. Niran….Gabriel has no idea if Niran has ever slept with a werewolf period, let alone on a full moon.

“Yes!” Niran cheers, pumping his fist. Gabriel has a feeling he is going to regret this.

When he brings the idea up to Jack, the other man is surprisingly open to it. And, well, Jack is the werewolf expert of the two of them, so Jack is in charge of the werewolf activities.

So, the next evening, they arrange to spend the night at Niran’s place after dinner. Niran treats them to Mexican food from their favorite restaurant, surely an attempt at gaining Gabriel’s favor before the big show.

Gabriel softens to the idea as they talk over dinner. Niran is clearly experienced with having multiple partners at once, at least. Gabriel supposes that with his experience and Niran’s combined, it might not be such a terrible event.

Jack seems more than happy to try it out, which is enough to convince Gabriel that it might even go well. So, as the first stars come out, and Jack starts feeling the effects of the full moon, they all load into Jack’s truck, and Niran guides them to his house.

By the time they arrive, Jack is loopy, leaning all over Niran, trying to sneak his hands up the younger man’s shirt. Gabriel helps them both into the house using Niran’s keys, and the man guides them up to his room.

They leave him in the bedroom while they get undressed in the attached bathroom, where Jack hopefully won’t find their clothes and decide to get hair all over them.

Niran produces a large bottle of lube from his cabinet, which he hands over to Gabriel, and they both go to face the wolf in the bedroom.

Jack has fully shifted by the time they return, and he has pried apart the mattress and the mattress topper, and was furiously humping the bed. Gabriel sighs at the man, shaking his head. Time to get to work.

“Hey Jackie.” He croons, cautiously approaching the werewolf. Jack’s head whips around, ears strained forward. His hips slow, and he stops violating the poor mattress. “C’mere, baby. Let me help you.”

Jack whines, pulling away from the bed, stepping back so that Gabriel can reach his dick. Gabriel pours a generous amount of lube in his hand, noting the strawberry flavor boasted on the label, and grabs hold of Jack’s cock, slathering it with sticky pink lube.

Jack’s tail wags as Gabriel uses lube to polish the tip of his dick with his palm, making sure the wolf’s entire cock is covered with a generous coating of lube. Gabriel guides Jack onto the bed by his dick, letting Jack tower over him, backing up until his back hits the bed board and he’s resting on the pillows.

Carefully, Niran climbs onto the bed behind Jack, putting one hand on the werewolf’s thigh. Jack’s hips buck desperately, he widens his stance, inviting Niran to keep touching him. Gabriel, in the meantime, opens his own legs, putting a still sticky hand to his cock and stroking where Jack can see it.

He drags his hand from the base to the very tip of his cock, squeezing himself tightly. Jack’s eyes follow Gabriel’s hand all the way up, mouth hanging slightly open, drooling at the sight of Gabriel’s dick.

Niran’s hand wraps around the base of Jack’s cock, squeezing. A small little drop of precum beads out of the tip, rolling down his bright red shaft.

“I’ll take care of Jack for a minute, you do what you need.” Niran says, as he guides Jack’s dick towards his mouth, wrapping his lips around the massive, pointed tip. Instantly, Jack is on top of him, one massive pawed hand on the back of Niran’s head, slamming his cock in and out of the other man’s mouth.

Gabriel sets to work, taking the opportunity given to him he slips his fingers inside himself, spreading the last of the lube all over his insides. He scissors himself open, trying to make room for Jack when he inevitably mounts Gabriel.

Gabriel eyes Niran, listening to small slapping noises as Jack’s balls smack against his face, watching his throat contort around the cock inside it. Jack isn’t stopping anytime soon, and for now, Niran is left completely unattended.

Gabriel can help with that.

He scoots closer, fingers still pumping in and out of ass, and wraps his lips around Niran’s cock. The other man makes a surprised noise around Jack’s cock, only to be silenced as his face is once again smashed against Jack’s pelvis. Gabriel slowly takes Niran’s cock all the way to the base, sucking slowly, scraping lightly with his teeth. Beneath him, Niran shudders.

Suddenly, Jack stops, chest heaving as his cock pumps load after load of cum down Niran’s throat, until some of it bubbles up around his own cock. Jack pulls his cock out of Niran’s mouth, letting the man gasp for air.

Jack, on the other hand, grabs hold of Gabriel, pulling him off of Niran’s cock. Gabriel gets no warning before Jack is mounting him, pinning him down with one massive paw, and letting himself into Gabriel’s body. Gabriel’s back arches as Jack pushes inside, splitting him apart despite all the time Gabriel had spent preparing himself.

Jack is ruthless, setting a grueling pace, hammering his dick into Gabriel’s prostate over and over again, sending zings of pleasure up his spine with each thrust. Jack’s knot smacks against his hole with each thrust, jerking his whole body with it. His cock bounces against his abdomen, flinging flecks of lube against his skin.

Niran, tired of being on the sidelines, inserts himself between Gabriel and Jack before Gabriel can stop him. It’s a terrible idea to get between a werewolf and whatever person they are mating with. Jack bares his teeth, growling low in his throat. Gabriel can feel the vibrations in his bones.

Niran slowly reaches back, grabbing hold of Jack’s knot and massaging it with one hand. Jack’s growl peters out, and he regards Niran with one last suspicious look, before he is back to fucking Gabriel like normal. Gabriel lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Niran, emboldened by his success, lets go of Jack’s dick and instead takes Gabriel’s. He only has time for a confused look, before Niran is guiding Gabriel’s cock into his ass. Gabriel gasps as his shaft is enveloped by Niran’s body, both of them jolting in time with Jack’s thrusts.

It feels wonderful to have Jack rearrange his guts at the same time as Niran rides his cock. Gabriel is lost in the feeling of Jack using him for pleasure, not really all there thanks to the full moon. Niran bouncing up and down on his dick is wonderful, he loves the way the younger man practically squeezes the semen out of his cock, the way Niran touches him in all the right places.

Gabriel stares up at the man, jaw slack, watching as Niran’s face contorts in pleasure. God he looks so gorgeous. They both look so gorgeous. He reaches for Niran’s face, grabbing the man on top of him and pulling him in for a kiss. Niran’s lips meet his eagerly, and then Gabriel is tasting his tongue.

Jack’s hips slam against him particularly hard, then stop as Jack fills Gabriel’s guts with searing hot semen. Gabriel groans into the kiss as Jack empties his balls inside him, consumed by all the different feelings.

Then, Jack pulls his cock out of Gabriel’s ass, letting the fresh cum spill out over his thighs and the sheets. Gabriel whines, immediately missing the wonderful feeling of being fucked by werewolf cock. He didn’t even get knotted.

Niran is dragged off of him, finally ending their kiss. Niran’s face ends up pressed against Gabriel’s waist, and his ass in the air, presented to Jack. Jack doesn’t waste a second claiming Niran’s ass, breeding him just like he had bred Gabriel. The room is once again filled with the “plap plap plap” noises of Jack once again chasing another orgasm.

Gabriel takes Nirans face in one hand, guiding his mouth to his still hard cock. Niran is quick to understand what he wants, and just as quick to tease him. Niran drags his tongue across Gabriel’s piss slit, back and forth, teasing against his urethra. Gabriel whimpers, trying to push Niran onto his cock.

Finally, Niran pops the head of Gabriel’s cock in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive crown of Gabriel’s cock like a sweet treat. It’s still not enough. He needs more. Gabriel bucks his hips, managing to sink his dick just a few more blissful inches inside Niran’s mouth.

Jack comes to his rescue, thrusting particularly hard so that Niran jolts forward, and Gabriel’s dick slides down his throat. Gabriel moans, throwing his head back as Niran swallows around his cock, punishing him for taking something he didn’t want to give. Jack is still looming above them both, taking what he wants from Niran’s ass just as he had done with Gabriel’s.

Niran drags his mouth from the base of Gabriel’s cock to the very tip, pausing there for just long enough to meet Gabriel’s eyes, only to plunge back down again. Gabriel shudders, on the edge of an orgasm. He’s trying to hold himself together, but Niran knows what he is doing.

Niran teases Gabriel’s cock with his tongue, dragging it against his shaft, swirling it around the tip of Gabriel’s dick as he pulls off of it with an obscene pop. Gabriel’s eyes are fixated on his own cock, watching Niran press a kiss to the side of it, watching him though half lidded eyes.

Those eyes quickly go wide, though, as Jack grabs a fistful of his long hair and yanks it to make the man arch his back for better leverage. Niran’s moan makes Gabriel’s dick twitch eagerly, and he watches closely as the man’s ass is pounded from behind, flesh rippling with each slam of Jack’s hips.

He’s jealous. He’s so jealous of that. He wants to be mounted and bred by Jack again, wants the werewolf to pull his hair and use his body as a toy.

Suddenly, semen starts leaking out of Niran with every thrust. Jack has orgasmed inside of him. The werewolf shows no signs of being worn out, despite having had three orgasms by now.

Niran has to crawl away from Jack, upsetting the werewolf. Gabriel is quick to take up the space between his legs, though, presenting his ass for Jack’s use. He needs this. He needs to be bred by his husband.

Gabriel grinds against Jack’s still hard cock, whimpering needily. Finally, Jack slips back in again, and sets a brutal pace once more, giving Gabriel the stimulation he so desperately needs. With one hand roughly jerking his cock, and the other shielding his face from the world, Gabriel lets Jack use him like his own personal fuck toy.

Jack pounds into him from behind, and in front of him Niran is jerking himself off, both of them making noises so lewd that it makes him blush.

Gabriel can feel how close he is to an orgasm, can feel that he is just on the edge of it. He thumbs over the head of his dick, and leans into each thrust from Jack, chasing release.

Finally, finally, Gabriel gets his orgasm. His balls release with a massive surge of pleasure. Gabriel goes limp under Jack, only held up by the cock inside of him. His limbs tremble, his cock spews semen all over his chest and the blanket beneath him.

At the same time, he can feel Jack dumping another load of cum inside of him, until it spills onto his thighs and the bed beneath him. Gabriel moans, long and loud, relishing the feeling of his own orgasm, and the one Jack had just had inside of him.

This time, when Jack pulls out of Gabriel’s ass, he doesn’t go for Niran. Instead, Jack curls around Gabriel, hugging him close to his furred chest. Jack has finally had enough.

Moments later, Niran joins them, painted with the semen from his own orgasm. Gabriel can’t make himself care about the absolute mess they’ve made of themselves and the sheets. That is a problem they can solve later. He just rests his head on his husband’s chest, and lets Niran cuddle up to his back, slowly slipping into sleep.

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“Cole!” Hanzo hisses in warning, glaring at the werewolf in front of him. Cole is doing his best to look innocent, ears pressed to his head, glancing behind him as if Hanzo could be talking to some other werewolf named Cole. “What has gotten into you!?”

Cole was needy, sure. But usually, it only took one warning from Hanzo to get him to back off. This is the third time that Hanzo has caught Cole trying to stuff his snout down his pants.

Cole whines, nosing at Hanzo’s leg needily.

“I will not stand your behavior.” Hanzo huffs, crossing his arms. “Until you learn to behave yourself, you will find yourself sleeping on the floor.” That earns another pitiful whine, and the werewolf gives Hanzo his best attempt at puppy eyes.

Hanzo would be swayed, if he had a heart.

Hanzo turns his back on the man, setting to work packing up his belongings. They have one more night in the inn before they will be on the road again, heading off to Hanzo’s next job. It was hard enough finding an inn that would take a werewolf client here, in a bigger town. He dreads finding bed and board in the small town he is heading to next.

He packs their supplies into the bag, and then reaches for the calendar hanging above the bed, only to stop short, staring at the date. Oh. Well that certainly would explain Cole’s behavior, wouldn’t it?

Hanzo rounds on the werewolf, who perks up when he notices Hanzo is looking at him.

“Tonight is the full moon.” He states, arms crossed in front of his chest. Cole’s tail wags, thumping against the wooden floor loudly. “You won’t be able to sleep until you are taken care of. If you can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.”

Hanzo tells himself that is the reason for his actions, as he undoes his robe, and slides his pants off in front of the increasingly excited werewolf. It is just so that he can sleep, he reasons, as he lays back on the bed and slides his underwear off, presenting his cunt for the wolf.

Cole surges forward, pinning Hanzo to the bed with one massive paw. Hanzo is entirely at his mercy. Cole’s massive cock is already erect, sliding out of it’s sheath the moment Hanzo presents himself for breeding. Much more eager than Hanzo himself is, of course. Hanzo would not be caught dead enjoying being bred by a werewolf.

Yet, he can’t help but note the spark of excitement as Cole’s snout approaches his cunt, hot breath against the sensitive area. He can feel himself getting wet at the thought of Cole mounting him again, like the first time they met.

By the time Cole dares to cautiously lap at Hanzo’s clit, he is already soaking wet. Cole laps at Hanzo’s clit, sending a zing of pleasure up his spine. Hanzo frowns, leaning just a little closer to the werewolf. Because he wants this to be over, of course. Not because he is enjoying the pleasure. He has things to do, of course.

Cole, thankfully, spares Hnazo the embarrassment of having to ask, happily licking Hanzo from the very bottom of his vulva to the very top, the flat of his tongue dragging across the front of his clittoral hood. Warm pleasure pools in Hanzo’s gut as Cole continues to lick him, filling the room with wet slurping noises as he licks all over Hanzo’s clit.

Hanzo eyes the cock bobbing between Cole’s thighs, straining upwards as if searching for stimulation. Surely, the whole ordeal would be over once Cole was satisfied, right? Hanzo reaches below him, grabbing hold of the hot, thick length. Cole’s hips buck into his fist, fucking into the channel offered to him. Only because Hanzo wants it to be over with, of course. It’s a waste of time. It’s not like Hanzo is enjoying it or anything. Obviously.

Hanzo’s thighs tremble as Cole continues his work, at the same time he rubs up and down Cole’s cock, inching the wolf closer and closer with each rub. He circles his thumb over the pointed tip of his cock, smearing the wolf’s own precum over his skin. Cole obviously enjoys his ministrations, doubling his efforts to bring Hanzo to orgasm.

Hanzo yelps as Cole’s tongue slips inside his eager hole, fucking him open with his soft, pliant tongue. Hanzo’s body quivers around his tongue, unsure how to feel about this strange intrusion. It feels so good, but part of him thinks it shouldn’t. His thighs close around Cole’s head, as the werewolf finds a particularly sensitive spot, dragging his tongue over it again and again just to watch how Hanzo reacts.

Suddenly, just as Hanzo fears he might lose his mind to the wonderful pleasure between his legs, Cole pulls his mouth away from Hanzo’s cunt, leaving him trembling, cold and sticky. Hanzo’s hair is plastered to his face with sweat, and his skin burns bright pink in shame. This sort of behavior is beneath him, yet he can’t help but miss the feeling of Cole reaching his innermost parts with his tongue, miss the feeling of him licking deep inside of Hanzo’s body.

He doesn’t miss the feeling for long, though, as the wolf attempts to mount him. The first attempt misses, and his cock slides between Hanzo’s lips, grazing his oversensitive clit. He throws one arm over his face, covering his eyes as Cole pulls back, dragging against his sensitive skin again, coating his massive cock in Hanzo’s slick. Precum beads from Cole’s bright pink tip, leaking steadily from Cole’s cock onto Hanzo’s overheating cunt.

Hanzo’s body longs for Cole’s cock, though he hates to admit it. He needs to be bred, to be mounted and used by a massive werewolf, split apart on a gigantic cock until he can’t think straight any longer. He should be ashamed of himself. He can’t find anything inside of him except lust and greed.

Cole takes a moment, desperately humping against Hanzo’s cunt, forcing him to endure more pleasure. Hanzo’s thighs squeeze tightly, trying to glean whatever pleasure he can before Cole pulls back for another try.

This time, Cole’s cock finds Hanzo’s vagina, sinking into Hanzo’s warm, willing hole. Hanzo gasps softly, back arching to meet Cole as the man pushes deeper and deeper. Hanzo’s body stretches to accommodate the massive, hot length, searing pleasure filling every crevice of his insides.

Cole slows to a stop as his hips finally meet Hanzo’s ass, leaving the man below him panting. He can feel every twitch of Cole’s cock, can feel the wolf’s heartbeat deep inside of his own body.

“Cole…” Hanzo trails off, shuddering as the man shifts, moving the massive cock inside of him. Hanzo peeks out from under his own arm, eyes landing on the small, almost unnoticeable bulge in his stomach. That should not make him as excited as it does.

“Move.” He orders, bucking his hips a little to emphasize his point. And move Cole does. The werewolf above him quickly sets to breeding him, flooding his senses with pleasure as he thrusts into Hanzo like a wild animal.

Hanzo’s jaw falls slack, his eyes rolling back in his head as Cole fucks him thoroughly. Hanzo’s body jolts with each thrust, his legs twitch as Cole hits all the right places in all the right ways. At the same time, Cole’s thumb finds Hanzo’s clit, attacking with predatory efficiency, pressing Hanzo’s clit against his own pelvis.

Soon, the room is filled with Hanzo’s lewd moans, and the soft squelching noises as Cole rends him in two with his massive cock. Hanzo can’t help but think about what might happen if someone were to find him like this, spread apart on a massive werewolf cock, letting the thing use him like its bitch. They hadn’t even locked the door before they had started this filthy activity. He is sure that if there is anyone in the hallway, or the rooms adjacent to them, that they can hear him absolutely losing his mind to Cole’s dick.

Hanzo orgasms hard on Cole’s cock, body squeezing around the wolf, milking beads of precum from the man's cock. Cole growls hips stuttering to a stop as Hanzo constricts around his cock. Pleasure floods his body as his first orgasm comes to an end, leaving him tired, chest heaving, staring up at the werewolf with wide, fucked out eyes.

Cole resumes fucking him.

The bed under them is a complete mess, sticky with Cole’s saliva and Hanzo’s slick. The sheets around him are soaked with sweat, as is his hair.

Slowly, Hanzo becomes aware of Cole’s knot catching on his entrance just a little bit more with each fast, desperate thrust. His eyes widen as he realizes that Cole is going to knot him. He pushes uselessly at the wolf’s shoulders, trying to shove him away as his thrusts grow faster and more desperate. But the wolf is much stronger than him, and Hanzo cannot push him away before Cole slams inside for the last time, and his knot locks them in place as his balls pump load after load into Hanzo’s waiting womb.

Hanzo shudders, clinging to Cole’s fur as the wolf breeds him like Hanzo is his bitch. Hanzo’s mind reels at the feeling of being bred, of having Cole fill his cunt full of fresh, hot semen while they are locked together by his knot.

Even after Cole’s orgasm finishes, the wolf himself isn’t done. Instead, he bends awkwardly, bending forward as much as he can so that he can go back to licking at Hanzo’s clit.

That is the last push Hanzo needs, and he orgasms again, a wave of tingling pleasure washing from the crown of his head down to the tips of his toes, which curl as his body once against squeezes down on Cole’s cock, pressing that white hot cock against every single inch of his over stimulated vagina.

They are both left panting, staring at each other in the wake of Hanzo’s second orgasm. Hanzo swallows, looking away from Cole.

Right. Ok. Well, it is a good thing that Hanzo had packed beforehand, as it would be hours before Cole’s knot deflated enough for them to part.

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Niran bounces up and down in the crowd, waving fistfulls of glowsticks around in the air frantically. Music blares from the speakers, and hundreds of other people dance along with it. Niran can feel the beat vibrating deep in his bones, can feel it rumbling in the ground around him as he dances.

All too soon, the music is fading out, and Lucio is stepping away from the stage, giving one last wave to his fans before he disappears backstage to let one of the other acts play. Niran frowns as someone else takes position on the stage, and the energy dies down.

Niran isn’t really interested in this new DJ, so he hands his glowsticks to the nearest person, and pushes his way through the crowd. He apologizes and excuses himself through the crowd, ducking down so that he won’t block the view of people shorter than him.

Finally, he pops out of the other side of the crowd, intending to catch a cab back to his hotel and spend the night riding the high of the night. Until he spots Lucio.

The DJ is walking through the parking lot towards his trailer, surrounded by his security. Niran’s eyes widen, glancing around. There is no one out here but him, everyone else is still listening to the event. And, Niran recognizes one of the security guards, a man named Anton who he had slept with last summer.

Niran can’t believe his luck when the other security members leave, and only Anton is there to guard the door. Niran grins, adjusting his shirt a bit, before he approaches the trailer.

“Hey Anton.” Niran grins, giving the man his best sultry eyes. Antons face lights up, and his stance relaxes.

“Niran!” Anton greets, grinning broadly. Oh this is far too easy.

“Long time no see.” Niran saddles up next to him, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder. Anton leans into his touch. How did Niran get so lucky?

“Yeah. I had a great time with you, you know, when we…” Anton trails off, blushing. Niran grins, nodding along. Anton had been amazing. Maybe Niran should text him later.

“You were amazing.” Niran gives him a sly grin, watching the man’s eyes light up. “So, uh, since you’re able to keep a secret, maybe you could just let me into Lucios trailer? He doesn’t need to know I don’t have a VIP ticket.” Niran throws in a wink for good measure, hoping to up his chances.

And, to Niran’s delight, the man lets him in. Without a word, but with a mischievous look, Anton knocks on the door with a specific rhythm, then opens the door. Niran cheers internally, making a little phone motion by his ear and mouthing “Text me” to him as he slips into the trailer.

In the time that it has taken Niran to get into the trailer, Lucio has changed from his skates and iconic shirt, into a pair of sweatpants, and one of the T-shirts he had been throwing into the crowd earlier.

Lucio looks surprised to see him, scrambling to his feet.

“Oh my god i’m so sorry!” Lucio blurts, running his hand over his braids. “I thought I had told everyone I canceled tonights meet and greet. I guess some of security didn’t get the message. I can get you a refund for your ticket-”

“I, uh, don’t have a ticket.” Niran blurts, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t mean to make Lucio feel like it was his fault. And, worse, what if he gets Anton in trouble? That was rather selfish of him.

“Oh thank god.” Lucio sighs, slumping on the little couch again. Niran can’t help but chuckle at that.

“Sorry, yeah. I snuck in.” Niran admits, shaking his head. It seems kind of stupid, now. Almost stalker-ish. Oh no, is Niran a creep? Niran feels like a creep.

“You snuck into the backstage of a mostly free concert to see a DJ?” Lucio asks, face twisted in a look of confusion. Niran’s cheeks burn pink, and he looks away.

“Well, it’s not like you’re a nobody.” Niran defends, helping himself to the chair beside the little couch.

To his surprise, Lucio bursts out laughing, flopping down on the couch behind him.

“Sometimes I feel like a nobody.” Lucio sighs, shaking his head. “Thanks. For…sneaking into my tour trailer?”

“Anytime.” Niran says, giving an awkward thumbs up. Niran is not beating the creep allegations. Thankfully, Lucio takes it in stride, blessing Niran with that wonderful laugh of his again. Niran finds himself smiling again.

Lucio scoots to one end of the couch, patting the cushion beside him. Niran is all too eager to take the seat beside him, crossing his legs under him. Is this too casual? This feels so casual.

Lucio groans, stretching out on the couch.

“Why did you sneak in here, anyways?” Lucio asks, quirking a brow at him. Now, Niran’s face is turning pink again, and he bites his lip, turning away.

“I mean, you’re one of my favorite DJs.” Niran admits, and it sounds rather pathetic when he says it like that. “You’re cool, and you’re funny, and you’re hot-”

“I’m what?”

“You’re funny!” Niran panics, hoping Lucio won’t question him anymore. He did not mean to say that! “I love how funny you are.”

“You said I was hot.” Lucio accuses, pointing a finger at him. Niran opens and closes his mouth a few times, for lack of anything to say. Wow. that did not go well.

Niran flounders for a moment, struggling to defend himself, before Lucio speaks again.

“I’m glad you think so.”Lucio laughs, adjusting himself on the couch so that he is facing Niran, legs spread wide. “Want to do something about it?”

Niran can hardly believe his ears, but god he wants to do something about it so bad. He nods quickly, reaching for the waistband of his pants. Lucio reaches down for a bag beside the couch, pulling out a green and black vibrator. It’s shaped like a cylinder, ending in a blunt tip for better insertion, and only a little less thick than Niran’s wrist.

Lucio twists the bottom, and the toy springs to life, whirring and vibrating loudly. Niran’s heart leaps in his chest as he tosses his pants and underwear on the floor, mimicking Lucio’s pose. The other man slides his own pants off, tossing them beside Niran’s.

To Niran’s surprise, Lucio hands him the toy with a sly grin. Niran eagerly presses the toy against his body, parallel to his clit. Pleasure floods from his clit, and then from his vagina when he lines up the bottom with the entrance. Niran has to fight back a small noise, sliding the toy up and down over his clit, spreading his own slick all over his vulva.

Across from him, Lucio is just watching, rubbing circles over his own clit. Niran can’t tear his eyes away from the sight, arousal spurred on by the sight. Teasingly, Lucio dips one finger into his hole, pumping it in and out slowly. Niran’s mouth goes dry, and he grinds the toy against his clit harder.

Before he can think better of what he’s doing, Niran scoots closer to Lucio so that his cunt is pressed against the other man’s and the vibrator is trapped between them. Lucio’s clit slips and slides against his own in the best way, and his body pins the toy against Niran’s clit perfectly.

Niran grinds himself against the toy and Lucio, humping gently against the man. Lucio does the same, sliding the toy between them wonderfully. Without warning, Lucio pulls the toy from between them, so that Niran’s clit is directly pressed against Lucio’s. The sneaky man presses the tip against Niran’s hole inquisitively. Niran’s eyes go wide as the toy vibrates against his entrance. When he doesn’t make any noise of protest, Lucio slowly pushes it inside.

Niran’s head falls against Lucio’s shoulder as the toy vibrates all the right places, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. Lucio’s breath puffs hot against his shoulder, and their sweat sticks them together, and Niran is pretty sure they are rocking the entire trailer with them.

Lucio angles the toy just right inside of him, letting him rock against the toy desperately, almost fervently.

“Oh, mmph, deeper.” Niran begs quietly, lips pressed against the smaller man’s skin. Lucio grunts, and then obliges and stuffs the toy deeper inside of him. Niran moans, mouthing against Lucio’s shoulder.

And just like that, Niran orgasms, body clenching around the toy. Niran Gasps, nails digging into Lucio’s back.

The moment Niran’s orgasm is over, he’s back to chasing after another, riding the toy stuffed inside of him, and grinding his vulva against Lucio’s.

The other man grabs a fistful of Niran’s hair, messing it up. Niran tugs on Lucio’s dreadlocks in retaliation, yanking the man’s head back. Lucio moans loudly, and Niran takes the opportunity to lock lips with the other man, pulling Lucio into a kiss.

When they finally part, gasping for air, Lucio reaches down and takes the toy with him. Niran doesn’t even get a word in edgewise, pushing Niran onto his back and bearing down on him with the toy in hand. Niran can’t help but swallow at the evil look on Lucio’s face.

Lucio is ruthless and efficient, pressing the blunted tip of the toy directly against his clit while he presses his mouth against Niran’s entrance, sliding his tongue inside.

Niran’s legs tremble and spasm as the toy is pressed directly against his clit, under the clitoral hood. Practically blind from pleasure, Niran is unable to do anything but ride Lucio’s tongue, gasping and huffing loudly into the otherwise quiet trailer.

Niran tries to say something, but all that comes out is a lewd, fucked out noise somewhere between a wail and a moan as he is taken over by his second orgasm. His legs snap shut around Lucio’s head, squeezing him tightly as Niran gasps and heaves around his orgasm.

When Niran’s second orgasm passes, and Lucio pries Nirans legs from around his head, he finally parts from Nirans cunt, a trail of saliva connecting them for a brief second before it snaps. The toy is pulled away from his clit, and he is given a brief moment of reprieve.

In a shocking turn of events, Lucio turns the toy on himself, sinking the toy inside himself slowly. His eyes roll into the back of his head, and he pants in shallow, desperate gasps. Niran is transfixed by the sight in front of him, enamored by the sight of Lucio riding the toy.
Niran’s hand finds his own cunt, gently rubbing at it to let the pleasure pool in his body. He has already orgasmed twice tonight, but he doesn’t doubt that he can make it a third. Especially with the handsome man in front of him.

It doesn’t take long for him to get bored of just watching. As gorgeous as the sight in front of him is, Niran wants to be part of the action. So, as he always does, he takes action.

Niran leans forward, wrapping his lips around Lucio’s clit, savoring the sweet taste of it. Lucio laughs, voice raw and obviously fucked out. Niran drags his tongue across the other man’s clit, before he invites himself into Lucio’s clittoral hood, circling around the small bundle of nerves under the hood.

The noises Lucio makes are heavenly. Niran could live and die for the wonderful, almost sinful noises Lucio makes. The way he whines when Niran brushes against his clit oh so delicately, and the way he wails when Niran starts touching in earnest.

Lucio orgasms loud and hard, throwing his head back, clawing at the couch beneath him. Niran doesn’t let up, teasing and torturing him through his orgasm until he finally comes out on the other side.

Weakly, Lucio pushes Niran off, and tugs the toy out of himself. Niran takes it from his hand, letting the man collapse on the couch while Niran finishes himself off.

Eyes focused on Lucio’s stretched out vagina, on the man’s engorged clit, Niran pumps the still vibrating toy in and out of his body, rubbing circles over his clit. Part of him wants to rope Lucio into one last orgasm with him, but that seems cruel given Lucio’s current state.

Niran bites his lip until it bleeds, pain and pleasure mixing in some unholy concoction. Niran manages one last orgasm, blinding white pleasure washing over him. His body trembles and thrashes, and he lets out one last lewd noise before he is finally released from the grasp of his orgasm.

At long last, Niran turns the toy off, tossing it aside. For a second, the both of them just sit there, breathing through the afterglow.

“So, uh, can I stay the night?” Niran asks breathlessly. Lucio laughs, and thankfully nods, meaning Niran doesn’t have to do the walk of shame back to his hotel. .

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In September, when Gabriel had bought the house, he did not realize that his property fell in werewolf territory. He hears barely a peep from them through October and November, and just barely saw them when December came, and the winter got harsh. By January, Gabriel had grown quite used to the distant howling from deep in the forest, and it doesn’t bother him.

Then, in February, the werewolves begin encroaching on his property. Gabriel doesn’t mind, at first, until the werewolves are at his doorstep in March.

Gabriel hadn’t thought about it when he opened the door, but now, as one large, white mottled werewolf stalks forward, teeth bared, Gabriel regrets it all.

The wolf towers above him, ears strained forward, eyes fixed intently on Gabriel. His heart is caught in his throat, he can feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He wants to run, every fiber of his being is screaming at him to flee from the predator in front of him. Except, the wolf has him backed up against the kitchen island, with his back pressed to the cold wood, there is nowhere to go.

The wolf takes a step forward, crouched on all fours awkwardly. It’s long claws click against the wooden floor, drool drips from it’s maw as it approaches. Gabriel cringes away, eyes screwed shut, waiting to be mauled.

In an instant, the wolf is on him, dragging him away from the small shelter of the kitchen island. Gabriel yelps, clawing and fighting at the werewolf above him, but he is no match for the inhuman strength of the beast.

The werewolf pulls his legs open, taking up the space between his legs. With one massive hand, Gabriel’s hands are pinned above his head, and he is left with no way to defend himself. Gabriel stares up at the wolf, who in turn looks down at him eagerly.

Why is it not ripping him to shreds? Gabriel stares, frozen, as the wolf leans down, sniffing at his cheek. It does not hurt him, it doesn’t growl. Nothing.

The hand not pinning his hands above his head strays downwards, shredding his pants and underwear effortlessly. Gabriel whimpers, face burning red with shame as his cunt is exposed to the world.

The wolf eagerly sniffs at his mound, hot breath against Gabriel’s equally hot cunt. Is this…? Did it come here for this? Gabriel swallows, looking away. It’s not the worst thing that a werewolf could do to him. Not by far.

Gabriel hardly moves as the werewolf opens its maw, dragging its tongue roughly across his cunt. It was far from the worst thing that the wolf could do. Again and again that tongue glides over Gabriel’s cunt, from one end to the other, covering him with sticky saliva. Pleasure pools in his cunt, and slick drips from his hole, only to be quickly lapped up by the eager tongue spreading his labia.

Gabriel’s chest heaves, he buries his face in his arm. Oh god. Why…why does this feel so good? Gabriel swallows, trying not to give into the pleasure. He shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he can’t deny the way his body reacts when the werewolf licks over his clit again and again.

Without warning, the werewolf freezes, and Gabriel freezes too. Then, the wolf moves lower, until its hot breath is pressing against his vagina. Gabriel snaps into motion, legs kicking at the floor, trying to escape from under the massive wolf.

With one free hand, the werewolf grabs his hip, holding him still. Gabriel cannot escape as the werewolf’s tongue enters him. A small, weak noise slips out of Gabriel’s throat as the wolf tongues at his insides.

Gabriel bites his lips, eyes screwed shut as the werewolf pumps his tongue in and out of Gabriel’s body. It feels so traitorously good. Every thrust of the tongue brings a new wave of warmth to his body. The werewolf’s tongue hits all the right places inside of him, making his walls quake and his body tremble.

And then, the werewolf pulls away from him, tongue slithering out of Gabriel’s insides. He feels strangely empty without the tongue inside of him, cunt left cold and hollow in the wake of ministrations. Gabriel hates that he misses it, hates that he longs for the werewolf to resume licking at him, just to stave off the cold.

Cautiously, Gabriel tries to find his footing again, hoping that the werewolf is finally done with him. He manages to get his feet in position, and tries to push away from the wolf above him. That, of course, does not work. Gabriel is quickly wrangled back into place, legs spread on either side of the werewolf.

Gabriel’s breath catches in his throat as the wolf pulls his hips upwards, angling him towards the massive cock that has unsheathed itself. Gabriel’s mouth goes dry, his heart hammers in his chest. It’s massive, ruddy red and inhuman. It’s so, so thick, and the tip is flat, not rounded, with a pointed tip.

Gabriel trembles, trying to push away yet again. He can’t take that! The werewolf seems oblivious to his fear, too busy trying to decide which part of Gabriel he should let go of to properly line up with Gabriel’s cunt.

In the end, the werewolf chooses to let go of his hands. The moment Gabriel is free, Gabriel pushes himself forward, smacking at the werewolf’s chest, digging his nails into the wolf’s skin. That, of course, does nothing. The werewolf doesn’t even notice, of course.

Gabriel can do nothing as the wolf pushes inside him, spreading him to his limit. Gabriel whines, arms wrapping around the werewolf for lack of anything better to do. Despite the circumstances, Gabriel loves it.

Gabriel can’t get enough of the werewolf’s massive cock, clinging desperately to the wolf giving it to him. He buries his face in the wolf’s fur, clenching fistfulls of it as he desperately rides the werewolf cock thrusting inside him.

The werewolf no longer needs to hold him in place, as Gabriel is desperately bouncing up and down on his cock. Instead, one hand is laid on Gabriel’s back, holding him upright as the other strokes his head, claws getting tangled in his curly hair. Gabriel moans into the werewolfs fur, body squeezing around the man’s cock as he endures his first orgasm.

Gabriel wonders, distantly, about the lack of protection. He doesn’t take birth control pills, and the werewolf isn’t wearing a condom. He doesn’t seem like he is going to pull out anytime soon.

Gabriel can feel the knot beginning to catch on his rim, adding a pleasurable burn to each thrust. Gabriel knows he should be much more worried about the situation than he is, but he can’t bring himself to care about anything except how good it feels.

Gabriel would love to be bred by the wolf. He wants to be pumped full of hot semen, bred so thoroughly until he’s pregnant with the werewolf’s pups, he wants to breed a whole pack of werewolves with the one breeding him.

The werewolf is panting, now, and his knot catches on Gabriel just a little bit more. Gabriel feels it pressing perfectly against his g-spot, highlighting the way the werewolf’s thick dick reaches into every crevice of his body, touching him just right.

Gabriel pants desperately, bucking his hips with each thrust, nuzzling into the crook of the werewolf’s neck. He doesn’t even remember why he was afraid in the first place. Why had he tried to run away from the werewolf, again? Gabriel thinks that if he ever comes back to visit, Gabriel would greet him with open legs. He hopes the werewolf comes back.

Gabriel squeezes the werewolf tighter, hoping that he stays a while longer.

Another orgasm rocks through Gabriel’s body, tingling from his head to his toes. His body squeezes tightly around the werewolf’s cock, milking him for all he is worth. Finally, the knot catches for the last time, and the pair are locked together. Gabriel moans as he is pumped full of thick, hot semen, only amplifying his own orgasm.

Semen leaks out from his cunt, spilling onto the wooden floors below. Gabriel groans, falling limp against the werewolf as his orgasm finally finishes, patting the wolf awkwardly. He feels so full and stuffed, satisfied like he has never been before.

Gabriel stares down at the semen seeping out from around the werewolf’s cock, gut stirring in interest. God he hopes he gets knocked up. He hopes that he gets knocked up with a litter full of werewolf pups, and his werewolf brings him back to the pack to raise them and breed more. Gabriel wants nothing more than to swell up with werewolf pups, to raise a family with his mate, breeding like animals each spring.

Gabriel doesn’t regret the house, or the werewolves. Especially not the werewolves.

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Later that week, Niran lures Baptiste into his greenhouse with the promise of something exciting, and he does not intend to disappoint. He covers Baptistes eyes with his hands, leading him around tables full of potted plants and science equipment, guiding him all the way over to the table he had set the newest plant on.

They stop in front of the display, and Niran uncovers Baptiste’s eyes, presenting the flower in front of him.

“Oh!” Baps eyes light up, and he smiles. “It’s so pretty. What is it?”

“It’s the new plant I have been working on.” Niran responds, dragging one finger down Baptiste’s chest. Bap looks at him questioningly. “From saturday. When we had such a good night together.”

Baptistes eyes light up as it dawns on him, and he gives Niran a flirtatious look. Niran grins evilly.

“And it’s ready to bloom.” He sing-songs, laying one hand on Baptistes chest, leaning against the man.

Both of them watch as the flower begins to peel apart, one delicate petal curling away from the rest. A tiny bit of pollen escapes with that, fans blowing it in their direction. Niran breathes deeply, feeling it spark something warm in his chest.

Another petal peels back, and then the rest, until the flower releases all of it’s pollen into the air, and the fans blow it towards Niran and Baptiste.

Niran feels the effects immediately, his dick stirring in his pants, his body heating up. Baptiste is doing no better, biting his lip as his dick tents his pants. Niran can’t take his eyes off of it, can’t help but imagine how delicious it must look right now. Niran licks his lips. How long would it take before his cock started leaking? Or, was it already leaking? Baptiste was always so eager when it came to him.

Before Niran knows what he is doing, he is kneeled in front of Baptiste, panting. His body is so hot, he frantically pulls his shirt off, struggling to cool down. Then, Niran presses his face against the bulge in Baptistes pants, mouthing at it from outside his pants. Niran wants - no, needs - Baptistes cock right now.

One of his hands pushes into his own pants, grabbing his penis almost aggressively. Niran pumps his own cock, lapping and nipping at Baptistes greedily.

Baptiste stumbles backwards, leaning against one of the tables. He fumbles desperately with his belt, before shoving his pants and underwear down, letting Niran have his cock. He is quick to leap onto it, lapping eagerly at the head of Baptistes cock, savoring the salty precum dripping from his slit.

“You’re insatiable.” Baptiste groans, as Niran hungrily swallows his cock. His own hand pumps his cock, stroking from the base to the tip, slowly. At the same time, he is swirling his tongue around Baptistes dick, trying to tease the man into orgasming.

Niran pushes forward until his lips are pressed against Baptistes pelvis, nose buried in his pubes. Despite the fact that Baptiste’s cock is buried deep in his throat, Niran can’t help but find himself wanting more.

Niran pulls himself off of Baptistes cock with a loud pop, letting the tip rest on his lips. Slowly, teasingly, he drags his tongue across Baptistes slit as he thinks of what to do next. And then, his eyes land on Baptistes balls.

Instantly, Niran switches his focus, letting go of Baptistes cock to press his face against Baptistes testicals. The hand in his pants moves to his own balls, tugging on them as he cleans Baptistes balls with his tongue. He cradles his balls, squeezes them lightly one after the other.

Slowly, he works his tongue up Baptistes ballsack, and then up his cock again, until Niran is polishing his tip with his tongue again.

With one hand, he squeezes and tugs at Baptistes penis, and with his mouth he sucks and licks at the top. Baptiste heaves and gasps above him, gripping the table so hard that his knuckles go pale.

Baptiste throws his head back, moaning loudly into the greenhouse as his cock pumps a hot load of cum onto Niran’s face. Niran opens his mouth and closes his eyes, happily accepting the gift as Baptiste orgasms all over his face, ropes of hot semen splashing onto his skin. A small bit lands on his tongue, and he greedily swallows it.

Finally, when Baptiste has stopped orgasming, Niran opens one eye, peeking up at him. When he realizes that Baptiste isn’t going to orgasm anymore, he quickly leans forward to lap up what little semen was left on the tip of his cock.
“I need you to fuck me.” Niran blurts, looking up at him with big, desperate eyes, cum still dripping off of his face. He feels so pathetic right now, it’s arousing.
Baptistes eyes go wide, and he nods breathlessly. Then, Niran pushes him out of the way, bending himself over the table and shoving his pants down, spreading his legs for his partner.
Baptistes still wet cock presses against his ass, unprepped, untouched until now. Niran groans at the thought of letting Baptiste fuck him like this, raw with no lube.

Baptiste is less desperate than he is, pressing two fingers inside of Niran’s eager, greedy hole. Niran gasps, throwing his head back and rocking back onto Baps fingers as he presses them into his prostate. Sparks fly, his vision goes fuzzy for a second.

Niran wiggles his hips, urging Bap to fuck him already. He does not have to beg, as Bap presses the tip of his cock to Nirans waiting ass, and pushes in.

Niran lives for the stretch, the burn. Baptiste slides into him without any resistance, pressing against his prostate perfectly. Niran gasps, going cross eyed as Bap finally gives him what he needs;a good dicking down.

Baptiste grabs him by the hair, using it to hold him still as he pummels into Niran from behind, rocking the both of them with each thrust. Niran grunts with each thrust, mouth open as his brains are fucked right out of him.

Oh this was a wonderful idea. He should do this more often.

Baptistes hand wraps around Nirans aching cock, pumping it along with every thrust. Niran can feel that he is close to orgasming, and he manages one last loud moan before he finally cums.

A wave of white washes over him, overtaking his vision. His legs go weak, and he collapses against the table, panting heavily as his cock spews semen all over the floor.

Nirans vision returns, and he finds himself slumped over the table, hair halo’d around him. Baptiste is leaning over him, still buried deep inside of his ass. Semen leaks around his cock, dripping down Niran’s thighs.

And yet, Niran is still horny.
“Round two in the bedroom?” Niran asks, already thinking about the wonderful toys they have stashed in the nightstand.

“Truly insatiable, Bua.” Baptiste groans, slowly sliding out of him. Niran shudders, a fresh wave of cum sliding out of his stretched out hole. “You are so lucky I feel the same, at the moment.”

Nirans eyes light up, and he hurries over to the house to rush up to the bedroom. Baptiste follows closely behind, grinning like an idiot in love. The both of them race through the house, laughing and giggling, up the stairs and into the bedroom until the both of them tumble onto the bed.

Niran rolls on top of Baptiste, pinning him down at the shoulders. Baptiste grins up at him, eyes filled with adoration. Niran loves him so, so much. He leans down, locking their lips together, and Baptiste wraps his arms around Niran, pulling him in close until they are chest to chest on the bed.

When they part, they are both breathless, but happy.

“You want me to fuck you again, Bua?” Baptiste asks, one hand on Nirans hip. As tempting as the idea is, Niran has been fucked enough. He needs something else right now.

“I was thinking we could do something different, this time.” Niran teases, tapping the tip of his nose affectionately. Baptiste chuckles, and pushes him off.

Niran practically flounces over to the nightstand, pulling open the topmost drawer and perusing the toys on display. He waggles his fingers over them, before selecting something.

Niran approaches the bed with two toys in his hands; a matching pair of toys that slide over the cock like a sleeve. Baptsites eyes widen at the sight, and he bites his lip. Niran waggles his eyebrows at the man playfully, tossing one of the toys to him.

Niran spits in his own palm, spreading it all over his cock as lube. Then, as his cock is slicked up and ready, he slides the toy over it. The toy fits like a glove, squeezing him in all the right places tightly. Niran hisses in pleasure, gripping his fists at his side.

Across from him, Baptiste has the toy on his own cock, fumbling with the little remote. Suddenly, the toy buzzes to life, vibrating loudly and intensely. Baptiste whines needily, bucking his hips into the toy.

Niran quickly turns his own toy on, ratcheting up the vibrations until he is fighting to maintain upright. That feels so, so wonderful after everything. Niran carefully climbs onto the bed next to Baptiste, fighting the way the toy makes him want to crumple in on himself and just hump the thing.

Niran at least manages to grab hold of Baptiste, and the two of them cuddle up against each other, foreheads pressed against each other. Finally, Niran gives into the urge, grinding his cock and the toy against Baptistes thigh, mouthing against his shoulder.

Baptiste has one hand wrapped around the toy, gliding it up and down his cock, mouth open, eyes closed. The other hand is buried in Niran’s hair, rubbing his scalp affectionately. As much as Niran would like him to yank his hair, rough him up a little, that doesn’t seem like the right move at the moment. Baptiste wants this, wants something soft and affectionate. Niran doesn’t mind providing that.

With what little coherence Niran has left, Niran presses kisses up and down Baptistes jaw, nuzzling against his face affectionately. Baptiste moans, fucking into the toy ruthlessly, lips grazing against Niran’s skin.

Niran is close to a second orgasm, he can feel it. Baptiste is too, given the noises he is making. He wraps himself around Baptiste, pressing their bodies close together. And then he orgasms.

This orgasm is more extreme than the last one, pleasure washing over him, drowning out every other sense, until all he can feel is his orgasm. His limbs shake and spasm, he moans and wails, digging his teeth into Baptistes skin.

It takes him minutes to recover from his orgasm, chest heaving, dragging air into breathless lungs. Beside him, Baptiste is coming back similarly. Both of them are painted with their own semen, still trembling from the experience.

“That was…” Baptiste trails off, squeezing Niran close to him. Niran smiles, resting his head on the mess of Baptistes chest.

“Nice.” Niran finishes the sentence for him. And, it was. It was so, so nice.

“Yeah.” Bap nods, smiling faintly. “I think we should do that again sometime.”

Niran can hardly wait.

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Gabriel lays on the table, legs pulled apart, strapped into the holsters. His arms are similarly pinned by his sides, strapped to the table with heavy duty restraints. His mouth is stuffed with a ball gag, strapped around his head.

Gabriel swallows, glancing around the clinical white room. The lights are almost blinding, and the walls are completely uniform. Gabriel feels cold, exposed, left without any clothes, no way to defend himself.

Cole stands over him, frowning down at Gabriel as if he had done something wrong. And, to be fair, he had.

“Do you know why you’re here, Reyes?” Cole asks, and with one hand he sticks two fingers into Gabriel’s cunt, spreading his labia.

Gabriel glares at the man, jerking against his bindings. Cole doesn’t acknowledge that, running his fingers up and down Gabriels labia, around his clit, getting close but never touching.

“You’re here because you skipped your day off.” Cole scolds, dragging his thumb over Gabriel’s clit. Gabriel huffs.

“You were supposed to rest yesterday.” Cole continues, pulling his hand out of Gabriel’s vulva. Gabriel almost misses the touch. “I am disappointed in you. So is Morrison.”

Gabriel’s head hangs a bit at the comment. Morrison had told him to take yesterday off, and Gabriel had ignored the order in favor of burdening him with more work. And, in doing so, let his partners down. He was supposed to look after Cole, who in turn looked over Morrison, who looked after him.

“Morrison took the liberty of scheduling the week off for you.” Cole explains, and he pulls something from his bag. Gabriel’s stomach drops as he spots the vibrating wand in his hands, eyes going wide. Gabriel knows what punishment he will face, he had seen Morrison use it on Cole before.

Cole takes a bottle of lube from his bag, pouring a generous amount on his palm. Gabriel gets no warning before Cole presses his calloused hand against his vulva, rubbing up and down to spread lube all over.

Gabriel takes a deep breath as Cole slides two fingers inside of him, spreading the lube over all over his walls. Gabriel is spread wide, and he knows that Cole is going to put something inside him.

The toy is plugged into the wall, and then the tape comes out. Gabriel remains still as Cole sets up the toy, pressing the head against Gabriel’s clit, and taping the handle down against his skin. Gabriel’s heart pounds in his chest, he can feel his skin heating up.

Once the toy is in place, Cole leans over, and turns on the wand. It starts slow at first, buzzing against his clit, pleasure pooling in his gut. His hole begs to be filled, but for now Cole ignores it.

“You understand that we are doing this for your own good, don’t you?” Cole asks, grinding the toy against his clit. Gabriel trembles, bucking his hips into the pleasure. He nods, digging his teeth into the gag in his mouth. Cole lets up on the toy, and Gabriel misses the wonderful pleasure.

With that confirmation, Cole leans over once again, turning the toy all the way up. Gabriel throws his head back as white hot pleasure floods from his clit. The machine whirrs against his flesh, filling the room with the lewd sound.

Gabriel watches with a sinking heart as Cole returns to the bag, rummaging around. This time, he pulls out a large dildo and a remote to match. Gabriel will not be let off easy.

He groans as Cole sinks the toy into him, sliding the thing into him in one swift motion, the toy fitting just perfectly inside of him. The toy is ringed, perfectly pressing against his insides, stretching him just enough that it doesn’t hurt, but puts wonderful pleasure on all the right places.

Cole holds up the remote, and Gabriel shakes his head. The wand is already so much. The dildo is already pushing his limits. He pleads silently with Cole, looking into his eyes, hoping he can communicate with the man how much he is experiencing right now. And Cole understands.

The problem is that overstimulation is the point.

Cole turns on the dildo inside of him, setting the vibrations mercilessly high. Gabriel strains against the straps holding him down, gritting his jaw against the sudden onslaught of pleasure. It’s good, far too good. And it’s terrible, horrible at the same time. The best and the worst mixed together.

Cole sets a hand on Gabriel’s thigh and he flinches, still trying to manage both sources of pleasure. He can’t take any more stimulation.

“Are you going to do it again, Reyes?” Cole asks, squeezing his thigh painfully. Gabriel whines pathetically, pleadingly. It’s too much. His brain doesn’t know what to do with the pain, unsure if he should like it, if he should hate it, or if it should simply be drowned out by the blinding pleasure coming from the toys.

Gabriel somehow manages to shake his head, despite the fact that it feels like he is being torn apart by the vibrators. Gabriel can feel an orgasm building inside of him, gaining more and more momentum as the minutes drag on.

Gabriel manages a few desperate gasps for breath before the first orgasm crashes over him, blinding, searing pleasure starting in his very core and spreading all the way to the tips of his toes and the crown of his head.

It takes him a whole minute to regain his senses, still being tortured by the toys. Gabriel looks over at Cole, who watches with an impassive look on his face. And yet, Gabriel can spot the tent forming in his pants, dick pressing against his underwear and jeans like it was trying to escape.

Gabriel had first seen it three years ago, when after two years of working for another agent, Cole had been transferred to him at the age of twenty. Then, Gabriel and Jack had spent three years teaching him to use it when he had come to them, begging one of them to reciprocate his affections only a year later. Gabriel had not known at the time that the decision to include him in their relationship would come to bite him in the ass.

Cole palms at his bulge subconsciously, thumbing over the tip absentmindedly. Then, as if the idea has just struck him, Cole grins. Gabriel knows what he is going to do.

Gabriel has spent enough time with Cole to know how much the man lusts over his mouth. Gabriel had teased the confession out of the man two and a half years ago, and then had subsequently rewarded Cole with a mindblowing blowjob that left him reeling. And now, Cole wanted another.

Gabriel resigns himself to his fate as Cole pulls the ball gag from between his teeth, obediently opening his mouth for Cole’s eager cock. He hears the familiar sound of that obnoxious belt buckle coming off, and then the sound of a zipper being undone. Then, Cole’s dick flops out onto his face, and all he can smell is the man’s musk. Cole’s dick feels burning hot against the cold room, practically scalding him.

Cole is already fully hard, thick and heavy on his cheek. Cole’s cock slides down his throat without issue, as if his throat was made for holding dicks. Cole makes good use of his mouth, fucking in and out of him, using him like Gabriel is his own personal toy. Gabriel does not hate Cole, much the opposite, actually. So, he does his best to help, sucking on Cole’s dick so hard that his cheeks press against the sides of his cock, so that his lips drag against Cole’s dick with each thrust.

Cole is very, very appreciative, pounding into Gabriel’s mouth like his life depends on it. And, with each thrust, he sends Gabriel deeper into his own mind, until he is nothing but a body, his mind lost in the warring sensations.

Gabriel’s next orgasm takes him by surprise, his legs spasm, his body thrashes, and he is once again lost in the pleasure. Cole doesn’t stop using his mouth, nor does he turn off any of the toys, leaving Gabriel to ride it out on his own.

Gabriel returns to his senses, shuddering and twitching, mouth still wrapped around Cole’s cock. The man above him seems close, grunting and gritting his teeth. It is petty, he knows, but Gabriel doubles his efforts to make Cole cum, swirling his tongue around Cole’s cock, swallowing around it.

Gabriel gets his wish, Cole orgasms down his throat, pumping a load of semen into Gabriel’s face. For a second, Cole just rests there, dick still sheathed in Gabriel’s throat. The, he pulls out, tip coming free of Gabriel’s grip with a lewd “Pop”.

Without the dick in his mouth to dull the sensation of the toys, Gabriel is once again forced to feel the full force of the toys, burning hot pleasure burning through him. He rocks his hips into the toy buried inside him, rubbing his clit against the vibrating wand in the process.

Gabriel doesn’t know how much longer he can take it. He can practically feel his brains being scrambled by the vibrations, not at all helped by the orgasms. He is going to need that week off of work after this, even with his super soldier recovery.

“Cole.” He rasps, pleading with the man above him. Cole was a good, attentive partner, even when he was punishing one of them. But even then, he could be cruel. Cole knew just how to punish Gabriel, how to push him over the limit without hurting him.

“You’re doing so good, Gabriel.” Cole pats his head affectionately, but despite the affection he does not move to help Gabriel in any way. “Just one more. You can do one more, can’t you?”

Gabriel shakes his head, but Cole just continues petting his head, waiting for Gabriel to finish. No matter how he whines or begs, Cole refuses to turn either of the toys off, or even lower the vibrations.

Gabriel feels another orgasm building in him, and he fights. He thrashes uselessly against the straps holding him down, he begs Cole to let turn the toys off, and yet no matter what he does Gabriel cannot escape the impending orgasm.

Gabriel’s whole body tenses up, and his vision goes white, and then he hears something splatter on the floor below as he rides out his orgasm. Cole pets him through it as the pleasure tears through him, ripping him asunder and putting him back together.

Gabriel comes out on the other side gasping and shuddering, limbs trembling, sweat dripping off of him. Cole is still there, petting him, praising him. Or, at least, Gabriel thinks he is being praised. He is beyond being able to understand words anymore.

It takes him a moment to understand what happened, but when he does, he can’t help but burn in shame. Gabriel had squirted all over the floor, on display in front of Cole. Gabriel shudders, before he is distracted again.
Cole turns off the toys one after the other, then he sets to taking them off. Gabriel whimpers as the tape peels off of his skin agonizingly slowly. Then, the matter of the dildo comes up. Gabriel wails pathetically as Cole carefully pulls it out of him, each ring catching on the rim of his hole, sending waves of overstimulation through him again and again, until the tip of the toy slides out, and Gabriel is finally empty.

He feels stretched out, used and discarded. Like he has been wrung out like a dishrag. Cole removes the restraints from his arms and legs, and then the one around his waist and the one around his torso, until he is finally free.

“Alright, Gabriel.” Cole says, voice much kinder now that Gabriel has served his sentence. “Come on. I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson by now.”

Gabriel cannot stand, so when Cole pulls him up, and slides him off the edge of the table, he just collapses onto the floor in a heap. Cole sighs at him, shaking his head, though he is smiling.

“Don’t worry, Gabbi. I will call Jack to walk you back to our room.”

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Gabriel goes back to the spa again. This time, he’s scheduled himself for longer, with the same masseuses from before. His heart flutters nervously in his chest as he crosses the empty waiting room.

He confirms his reservation with the smiling woman at the front desk, and once again she leads him down the hall with all the numbered doors. Faintly, as he passes, he can hear someone moaning lowly in the room.

Gabriel walks to the end of the hallway, to room ten, where he is left to undress. The moment that the door is shut behind him, Gabriel starts to undress, already excited for what will happen. He’s already wet, cunt dripping in preparation for what he knows will happen to him.

He is almost shaking as he climbs on the table, covering himself with the thin, white sheet. He has to wonder if Jack had known exactly what sort of spa he had been sending him to when he had recommended the place.

Soon, though, his head is free of all thoughts as Carla and Antonio step into the room, and he readies himself for the pleasure he knows that will come.

“Welcome Back, Gabriel.” Carla greets warmly, he can’t help the way he smiles a bit at that. “We were happy to hear you decided to come back. We planned something special for you today.”

Gabriel’s breath hitches at that, and he can practically feel his cunt drooling. He feels so damn pathetic for being so excited about this. He has other people in his life he could do this with, if he could just work up the courage to let them. But this is just so damn easy, and it doesn’t help that he gets so excited at the thought of these two practical strangers being excited to see him again.

“We noticed how tense you were last session.” Antonio adds. A shiver runs down Gabriel’s skin. Oh. Oh he likes the sound of that. “We thought we might help you relax more this time. You let us know if you want us to stop at any point.”

Gabriel nods, swallowing thickly. His toes curl at the sound of the masseuses pouring oil over their hands, ready to put their hands on him.

The smell of lavender and massage oil fills the room, and then seconds later Carla peels the sheet down to his waist, and Antonio pulls the sheet all the way up to just below his ass. Gabriel lets his eyes fall close, mouth hanging open just a bit as he regresses back into his own head, ready for the pleasure.

Carla knows exactly what she is doing as she spreads the oil over his back, and Gabriel is desperate for her touch. Her hands rub along his back, applying just enough pressure to relax his stressed muscles. Bit by bit, he can feel himself relaxing as she starts on his shoulders, kneading out the knots, working out the tension.

At the same time, Antonio is dragging his hands up and down Gabriel’s calves, palms running over old scars, working away all the discomfort.

It feels so good to let people touch him, even after all the people who haven’t been so gentle. His body aches for it, his skin practically begs him to let people touch him. This feels like scratching an itch that he had been ignoring for years.

Carla’s hands trail up the back of his neck, to the nape of his hair. He has to hold back a groan, has to keep himself from leaning into her touch.

Antonio has reached his thighs, by now, palms smoothing over the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thigh, tantalizingly close to his cunt. Gabriel’s clit begs to be touched, his vagina begs to be filled. He swears he has to be leaking so much that he’s making a slick spot in the sheet.

Antonio’s hand slips between his folds, and Gabriel bites his lip as his clit finally gets the attention it needs. Gabriel’s hips move on their own, rocking ever so gently into the fingers pressed against his most sensitive spot.

Antonio rubs circles over his clit, pressing against it just right, spreading his own slick all around his vulva. A small, needy noise escapes him as Antonio touches him just right, and Carla doubles down her efforts to work out every bit of tension from his back.

Antonio’s hand peels away from his cunt, and Gabriel almost whines at the loss of it. He feels so cold and neglected without Antonio’s touch, without someone rubbing his clit. But, he doesn’t have to wait for long before that touch is replaced, this time by something lifeless and rubbery.

It takes Gabriel a moment to understand, before the toy jumps to life and starts vibrating against his clit. Gabriel is consumed by pleasure, helpless to the way it makes him feel. He pants, riding the toy as best he can, trying to milk it for all he can get.

“Doesn’t that feel so nice?” Carla asks, as she runs her fingers over his scalp, making it tingle. Gabriel nods and makes a vague noise of agreement.

His first orgasm washes over him, his walls clench against nothing, his limbs tremble. Still, they do not turn the toy off, or stop massaging him, and he is vibrated all the way through his climax. Gabriel huffs and pants his way through, riding the toy, leaning into Carla’s touch. At some point, he starts drooling, unable to keep his mouth shut.

He comes out on the other side of his orgasm gasping for breath, every muscle in his body feeling like it’s been unwound and then put back together again. Carla is tugging on his hair gently, just enough to feel so good.

Behind him, he can hear Antonio unzipping his pants, and he waits to let the other man fuck him. He only has to wait a few seconds before the tip of Antonio’s cock is pressing between his labia, waiting for him to object. Gabriel stays silent.

Antonio enters him gently, and Gabriel’s body parts for him without even a moment of hesitation, eager to be filled and bred like last time. Antonio sets a quick pace, thrusting in and out of him, making him feel so damn good. Everything feels so goddamn good Gabriel almost doesn’t know how to handle it.

Antonio leans over him, hands on either side of his hips, thrusting shallowly into his cunt. Gabriel’s tongue hangs out of his mouth, drool dribbles over his bottom lip. He is lost in the good sensations, of all the things being done to his body, he might have stopped thinking.

Gabriel can feel another orgasm building, still riding the endorphins from the first one. His skin is plastered with a thin layer of sweat, his breath comes in shallow pants. All the while, as Gabriel struggles through all the different sensations, Carla rubs his back, pulling him apart and putting him back together again.

Gabriel’s orgasm rolls through his body, cunt squeezing around Antonio’s cock desperately, milking it for everything it’s worth. His fists clench, his vision goes white, and he moans loudly as the pleasure washes over him.

It takes him a few minutes to come back to himself, body still clenching around Antonio’s cock desperately as he recovers from the mind bending orgasm. Semen froths out of his cunt and onto the table below, more spilling out as he pulls out of Gabriel. He almost misses the man’s cock inside him.

Antonio cleans up, and pulls the blanket back over him, covering Gabriel up again. Antonio puts his hands on Gabriel’s over sensitive skin, and the massage resumes, giving Gabriel that much needed human touch again.

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Another month passes, and the full moon is once again looming over them. Gabriel had set up the basement for them with plenty of sheets and pillows, and a big bottle of lube. Jack had helped him with it all, and helped him make dinner afterwards.

And then, with two days until the full moon, Niran invites them to lunch again.

Gabriel doesn’t want to go, but Jack puts it on the schedule anyways. And then, the next day, they are getting dressed up for dinner and Jack is teasing him about how antisocial he is.

This time, Niran managed to seduce them into the idea with a small, family owned Thai place. Gabriel can tell that Jack has already decided before they even sit down, but he still eats and pretends like he is on the fence about it.

Even when Niran brings up his roommate joining them, he agrees. Gabriel doesn’t think that is such a good idea, but Jack is nodding along with him the whole time. Gabriel doesn’t want to speak over him, and if Jack thinks it’s a good idea then he supposes he can’t object. He isn’t the werewolf, after all.

Arrangements are made, and then they go home, waiting for the full moon.

Niran greets them at the door to his apartment, and his friend Genji peeks out from behind him.

“Nice to meet you.” Jack grins, extending his hand to shake. The smaller man takes his hand and shakes it, eyes lighting up with a sort of mischief. Gabriel’s heat sinks when he sees that same look reflected in Jack’s eyes. Oh boy.

“Same to you, Mr Morrison.” Genji grins. Niran had given them his number at lunch, and they had texted a few times back and forth, so it isn’t actually the first time they are meeting. Gabriel appreciates the politeness, though.

“Just call me Jack.” The blond waves his hand dismissively, stepping over the threshold. “And this is my husband Gabriel.”

Gabriel smiles, and gets one in return from Genji. He is a polite man, that is clear. Gabriel likes that about him.

“Come in, come in.” Niran urges, cutting off their conversation. The man leads them through the apartment, to the bedroom.

Just like last time, they leave Jack in the bedroom to shift while they strip in the bathroom. Gabriel can hear him start to snarl and growl as he peels his shirt off, and by the time he is sliding his boxers down his thighs, the wolf is pawing at the door needily.

Niran drapes himself over Gabriel, grinning broadly, almost drunkenly.

“Are you ready to go out there and face him?” Gabriel chuckles, shaking his head. Jack is whining outside, now, needy and desperate. He knows the man is eager and hard already.

“God yes.” Niran breathes, reaching for a bottle of lube on the counter. Another big bottle of strawberry flavored lube.

“More than ready.” Genji’s fingers are already dipping in his labia, pressing against his clit.

Gabriel’s dick is already filling out as he pushes the door open, ready for the night.

Jack is rock hard already, massive throbbing cock standing at attention between his furred legs. His tail is wagging, and his eyes are focused intently on the trio of eager partners ready to present themselves for breeding.

Gabriel kneels before the wolf, taking his massive cock in hand. It’s hot against his palm, almost searing against his skin. He can smell the man’s musk prominently as he brings Jack’s cock closer to his face.

He drags his tongue across Jack’s crown slowly to savor the salty taste. His own dick is heavy between his thighs, begging for attention. He wraps his lips around the head of Jack's cock, putting himself to good use.

Genji lays on his back, spreading his legs for Jack. Two of his fingers circle his clit enticingly, the creamy noise of his slick drawing the wolf’s attention. Jack’s cock slides down Gabriel’s throat as he leans forward to get a taste of the waiting cunt.

Gabriel can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Jack’s tongue running over Genji’s vulva, dragging against his clit. Genji’s back arches, riding his tongue for all it’s worth. Gabriel is jealous, or at least his cock is, it twitches and drips precum onto the floor.

Jack humps his face at the same time he cleans all the slick off of Genji’s eager cunt. He gets no warning before Niran is pulling his legs out from under him, exposing his ass. Two slick cold fingers prod at his hole, pushing past the stubborn ring of muscle. Gabriel’s breath catches in his throat as Niran breaches him, back arching as Niran moves his fingers around inside, spreading him open and coating his insides with plenty of lube.

Suddenly, Jack stops fucking his mouth, pulling his cock out and turning his full attention to Genji. He approaches the breathless, flushed pink man, cock heady and ready to breed. Genji’s mouth hangs open, adjusting himself to prepare for Jack’s monster cock. Gabriel’s hand flies to his own cock, stroking vigorously as Jack starts shoving himself into Genji’s cunt.

Niran’s dick presses against his rim, and he shoves Gabriel’s face into the ground as he mounts. Niran slides inside without much protest from Gabriel’s body, pushing all the air out of his lungs. Gabriel embraces the feeling of being filled by the man, his body splitting apart to let Niran’s dick inside. It presses against his prostate in all the right ways, sending flares of pleasure up his spine.

Niran grabs a fistful of his hair, thrusting his hips in and out at a brutal pace, using him for pleasure. Gabriel’s eyes screw shut as he rides the cock inside him, milking it of all the pleasure he can get. His skin is hot, sweat drips down his back, Niran is panting above him as he drills into Gabriel’s ass desperately.

Genji wails as Jack orgasms inside of him, pumping him full of semen. His knot is pressed up against Genji’s rim but not fully inside, so he is easily able to pull out, pumping cum all over Genji’s vulva and thighs.

He pumps his own cock with his hand, fast, desperate. Genji is quaking from his orgasm, Jack is still pumping out more and more cum. Niran yanks on his hair, wrenching Gabriel’s neck back as he holds Gabriel in place to fill him with his own orgasm. He gasps as Niran fills him with semen, warmth flooding his gut.

When Niran is done with him, he carefully peels his eyes open only to be met face to face with Jack. Niran pulls out of him, and Gabriel only gets a second of reprieve before Jack is lining up with him.

Jack pushes him to the ground, forcing himself inside Gabriel’s already stretched out hole. Despite the fact that he’s already been fucked once today, Jack still stretches him out, carving his way through Gabriel’s body.

His whole body jerks as Jack’s knot hits his rim, stopping him in his tracks. Jack fills every niche and crevice in his body, pressing against his prostate perfectly, making pleasure pool in his gut. He’s close. So close. But he needs something more, this just isn’t enough.

His eyes land on Genji as the man scoots closer. That will do. He helps the man climb under them both, and Genji lines his cum covered cunt up with Gabriel’s needy cock. Slowly, Jack pulls out, dragging every inch of himself against Gabriel’s insides. Then, just as brutally as he had the first time, he thrusts back in, shoving Gabriel forward as their hips snap together. Gabriel’s dick plunges into Genji’s waiting body, embraced by the man’s warm, willing cunt.

Gabriel is trapped between the two of them, body moving without his control, forced to thrust into Genji with each movement of Jack’s hips. And then, Niran is in front of him, guiding his dick into Gabriel’s unoccupied mouth.

All of his senses are filled with pleasure, he can’t focus on anything else. The only thing keeping him upright is Jack’s cock filling him and Niran’s hips keeping his head held high. He can feel the knot building in his stomach, his orgasm getting closer and closer. He is too caught up in the pleasure that he can’t even warn the man before he empties his balls inside of him.

Jack's hips stutter to a stop, and that’s the only warning he gets before he is being filled with a second load of cum. Niran’s hips slam into his mouth for the last time, and then he is orgasming down Gabriel’s throat. His nose is pressed against Niran’s pelvis, his hips are sandwiched between Jack and Genji.

Jack pulls out of him, and he collapses onto Genji, still buried deep inside of him. His breath comes in short, shallow gasps, his body twitches and his mind is still reeling from the amazing feelings.

Jack still isn’t satisfied. He stalks over to Niran, pulling him away from Gabriel and bending him over the bed. Gabriel watches as Jack bends him over and breeds him, rabbiting his hips into Niran’s ass like a wild animal. And, despite himself, he’s getting hard again.

He is still buried inside of Genji, who doesn’t protest as he starts rocking his hips. Genji wraps his legs around Gabriel’s waist, and Gabriel rests his head against his shoulder. It almost hurts, chasing one orgasm so close after the other. But that pain feels so good, it drives him to thrust harder, rocking the man beneath him with each one.

Genji claws at his back, riding his cock desperately. They’re both desperate for it, both caught up in the heat of the moment. Gabriel is close already, still partially riding the high of the first orgasm. He can feel Genji’s body clenching around him, face twisted in pleasure, hand on his clit. That’s all it takes to push him over the edge, his hips stutter to a stop as pleasure washes over him, enveloping his every sense, blinding him.

It takes a few minutes of laying on the floor for him to come back to his senses. Genji is propped up on his elbows, panting. There’s a pool of semen between his thighs, bubbling out of his cunt. Jack is just pulling out of Niran, now, cum painting the other mans thighs, dripping onto the bed.

Now bored with the other man, Jack pads over to him, tail thumping against his own legs. Jack collapses by his side, panting.

“You two should stay the night.” Niran pants, as he climbs onto his bed and falls into the many pillows.

That’s good. Gabriel doesn’t think he could get up if he tried. Instead, he pulls one of Jack’s furry wolf arms over his body, and Jack snuggles him closer, nose pressed against his cheek. Tomorrow, he will have a mess to clean up. But tonight, he will just relax and enjoy it.

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Siebren stands in front of the white board, writing with one hand and at the same time seamlessly erasing the other side. There are exactly four half empty, cold mugs of coffee scattered around the room, one of which has spilled all over the papers on his desk.

Harold sighs, shaking his head. Poor De Kuiper, head always in the clouds, even all the way up in space.

“Siebren.” Harold calls into the room, finally snapping the man from his thoughts. Siebren turns, grinning broadly.

“Harold!” He greets, dropping the pen. He can tell that Siebren has spent too long in their zero gravity wing, because he looks surprised when the pen hits the floor. “How long have you been here?”

“About five minutes.” He laughs, shaking his head. “And I brought you dinner, since you skipped breakfast. And lunch.”

“Did I?” He tilts his head, then he glances at all the coffee cups around his room, and seems to accept that. “I hadn’t noticed. Thank you.”

Siebren takes the food, picking at it like he isn’t really hungry. He can see Siebrens eyes wandering towards his whiteboard again. Nope. He takes his love by the chin, guiding his face back towards him. Siebren smiles guiltily, and lets him press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Old geezer.” He teases. They’re both graying, but Siebren moreso. Probably because he keeps forgetting to eat. And sleep. Harold will just have to use positive reinforcement like he does with his test subjects.

All it takes to get Siebren to collapse into a chair is a gentle shove, and it’s no issue at all to slot himself between the man’s legs. Siebrens face turns a wonderful shade of pink as he tries his best to pretend like he isn’t embarrassed, staring at his whiteboard.

Harold unzips Siebrens pants with his teeth like he used to do when they were much younger. Siebrens dick twitches a bit, but he hasn’t gotten hard just yet. Harold can fix that. He pulls Siebrens boxers down to his knees, exposing his cock to the cold, clinical air of Siebrens lab.

His skin is hot, even in the cold environment. He had always been large, but it hadn’t been so difficult for them when they were younger. Now his hair is graying and his joints don’t work so well, and Harold has his bad back, and a knee that just doesn’t work as well as it used to. Still, they can make this happen.

He uses his good hand to pump Siebrens cock, his other ruffling through the man’s thinning hair. Siebren’s breath catches in his throat, he slowly relaxes under Harold’s touch.

“I should really get back to my work.” Siebren protests, eyes once again wandering over to his equations. He loves the man, really, but god does he need to let go of his work for once in a while.

“That can wait until later.” He guides Siebrens head back to facing him, meeting him with a smile. “Don’t you want to take some time for yourself? Spend a bit of it with me?”

He winks, and Siebren melts under him. He knew that would work.

“Oh, well, maybe just a bit.” Siebren sighs, shifting in his seat to make his work easier. Perfect.

Since Siebren is being so reasonable and agreeable, Harold rewards him. He carefully climbs into the man’s lap, pressing the man’s dick between the two of them and grinding against it. Siebren buries his face in the crook of his neck, breath huffing and puffing against his shoulder.

His own cock is pressing against his pants needily so he carefully reaches down, pulling his dick free and holding it against Siebrens. It feels so good to have his dick against Siebrens. So right. He leans against the man, pressing their chests together so he can hear his love breathing. Siebrens cock leaks precum over both of their dick heads, which he spreads over both of their dicks with each stroke.

Their lips ghost against each other, Siebrens breath is hot against his face. It’s been far, far too long since they were able to do this.

“I love you.” He breathes into the other man’s ear. Siebren shudders beneath him. He knows the man feels the same about him, even when he is too caught up in his work to actually say it.

Siebren orgasms with a shudder and a grunt, gripping Harold’s shoulder tightly. Harold strokes them both through it, holding them together, helping him through his orgasm. Siebren pants against his shoulder, hunched over now from the effort. Harold is sure he can get one more orgasm out of the man.

“Come on, big guy.” He grunts, pushing off of the man’s lap. Siebren whines needily, reaching for him as he pulls away. It takes a bit of shimmying to get his pants and shoes off, until he’s only wearing his socks and his shirt. “Don’t suppose you have some lube just laying around, no?”

Siebren stares at him with wide, warry eyes, clearly still feeling the effects of his first orgasm. He will be fine.

“Are you sure?” Siebren asks, sounding almost nervous. It is true, they are not as young as they used to be. But, if either one of them ends up pulling a muscle or hurting their back, they can just move their work to the zero gravity section of the lunar colony. The benefits of being old in space, and all.
“Absolutely!” He chirps, sticking two of his own fingers in his mouth and swirling his tongue around them, soaking them in his saliva until they are dripping with it.

He pokes and prods at his own ass, forcing himself to relax and pushing his fingers in. He used to do this all the time, when he was younger, it can’t be too hard now right? Like riding a bike.

It’s easy enough to push inside himself, and from there it only takes a few well placed strokes to open himself up. Siebren’s face is a battle between nervousness and lust, the emotions warring against each other until lust finally wins out, and he holds his dick in place for Harold to lower himself onto.

He grunts as he carefully seats himself on Siebrens cock, old muscles protesting at the odd position as he slowly fills himself with more and more dick. Inch by inch, his lover’s cock fills him, grazing against his sensitive prostate, until he is finally seated on the other man’s lap. He sighs, filled to the brim, stuffed as much as he can be. It feels wonderful.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” He grins, pressing kisses all over Siebrens rather pointy face. If they can do this with just spit for lube, imagine what they can do with other things. He will have to convince Siebren to get out of the lab more.

“Perhaps not.” Siebren sighs, because he knows if he says anything he will be argued into a corner.

Harold lifts himself just an inch, relishing the feeling of Siebren moving inside him, scraping against his prostate. Then, he falls back on the man’s cock, forcing a gasp out of the other man. God that feels so good.

“Maybe we should do some extensive research about intercourse in zero gravity.” Harold laughs, grinning rather mischievously, if he does say so himself. Siebren huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Perhaps another day.” Siebren concedes, and Harold knows that he is a lot more excited than he is showing. “You would make a wonderful test subject, my dear.”

Harold can only laugh breathlessly, pulling himself up further and slowly easing himself back down again, stretching slowly around Siebrens thick cock. One of his hands sneaks up the other man’s shirt, brushing through salt and pepper hair all the way up to his nipples.

Siebren squeaks when he pinches his nipple, biting his lips, eyes wide. Quite like a deer stuck in headlights. He is so beautiful. Always has been, since they met in college so many years ago, and Harold had fallen head over heels for his study buddy. And every day after that as they graduated together, and moved in together, and then went to space together.

Harold sees a sky so filled with stars it is almost blinding every time he looks out the windows, and yet he finds nothing can compare to how beautiful his Siebren is.

He tugs on the other man’s nipple, just to see the way his eyes flutter towards the back of his head, to watch as he arches into Harolds touch. He lets go of the man’s sensitive nipple, brushing his thumb over it softly, almost apologizing for the mistreatment.

“I love you.” He croons, watching Siebrens face light up brighter than any Wolf-Rayet star he had ever seen.

Siebren get’s needy, hips meeting Harold’s half way. He can feel a knot building in his own gut, feel the orgasm getting closer. It doesn’t take long before it’s washing over him, blinding him like an exploding supernova, solar winds of pleasure running through him like electricity.

He doesn’t even notice Siebren reaching his own climax until his is finished, and he feels Siebrens cum leaking out onto the man’s lap. His dearest gives him a guilty look, as if he had done something wrong, which Harold assuages with a kiss to his perfect nose.

“What do you say about a nice shower and a nap?” Harold asks, climbing off of his lover's lap. No one would bat an eye at men their age taking a nap, given how close they are to retirement. Besides, it’s a big colony. Nobody will even notice they are gone.

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Niran sits in Akande’s office, watching as the larger man collects his things from his desk. They had started dating only three weeks earlier and already the man made his heart flutter and his leg bounce.

Akande had a love of well tailored suits with expensive cufflinks and tie clips that cost more than Niran’s old but reliable car. Niran was more…practical. He had an eye for fashion, yes, but he also had an eye for things that would get in the way of his lab work. Unfortunately, there was a lot of overlap.

“Where are we going, anyways?” He asks, one leg folded perfectly over the other. He’s wearing one of the dresses Akande bought him a week ago; soft pink, ending just halfway down his thighs, and silver sparkly heels that he had actually just learned how to walk in, despite having owned them for two weeks. He found that Akande got rather excited when he wore the gifts he had been given.

“Shopping.” Akande replies, simply. Niran frowns. “Do not fret about it.”

“I hate to rain on your parade, really, but that doesn’t tell me anything-!” Niran is cut off as Akande pulls him to his feet. He pitches forward into the man’s chest, unable to gain his balance on the ridiculously tall heels.

He freezes, leaning against Akande’s chest, heart hammering in his own. Warmth creeps up his cheeks, his whole body reacts, begging him to get closer. He meets Akande’s eyes, breath catching in his throat.

“You could use some more practice in those shoes.” Akande smirks, helping Niran to his feet. He opens his mouth, then closes it again before he says something a little too desperate.

‘Well.” He huffs, smoothing out his dress even though it is way too tight and short to have any wrinkles. He doesn’t think of anything good enough to follow up that statement, so he just glares at the other man.

“The car is waiting.” Akande reminds him, just a bit too smugly. Niran gives him a weak, limp slap on the chest, but when his palm lands against his breast it lingers a bit too long, taking the pettiness away from the act. Whatever.

Ever the gentleman, Akande offers him an arm to hold so that he won’t fall. Niran takes it and ignores the way his stomach does flips in his body.

Akande’s office is on the thirty-ninth floor, and has it’s own personal elevator. With a couch in it. Who the hell puts a couch in an elevator? There is even a very large, very leafy potted plant tucked in the corner. Ridiculous.

It takes them only a minute to make it to the lobby. The doors whoosh open, and they step out onto immaculate marble floors. A black Mercedes Benz is parked outside, the windows tinted so dark it must be illegal. That is, of course, their car waiting for them.

Akande holds the doors open for him as he steps outside, and then somehow cuts in front of him to also grab the car door. Niran can’t even be mad at that.

“Are you really not going to tell me where we are going?” Niran asks, once the car door is closed behind them, blocking out all the noise from outside.

“Of course not.” Akande states bluntly. “You would not agree to go if I told you.”

Niran wants to bite back some snarky response, but any insult he can think of dies on his tongue when Akande’s hand finds his exposed inner thigh, warm calloused palms rubbing back and forth, dangerously close to Niran’s crotch.

His dick twitches to life as Akande’s hand gets too close, grazing his underwear just barely. He curses, squeezing his thighs together. He cannot get a hard on in a dress this short!

“Is that silk I feel?” Akande asks, his fingers curl around the hem of Niran’s dress, pulling it up just a hair. Niran swallows thickly as Akande slowly pulls his dress up, exposing his underwear.

It’s not silk. Akande knows that, and yet he still pulls up Niran’s dress to check. Niran doesn’t stop him.

“Please.” Niran breathes, heart pounding in his chest. His skin is so hot, there is a need deep inside of him. He can’t tell if he is asking Akande to stop, or to continue.

The man drags his fingertips lightly against the outline of Niran’s semi hard cock, his touch makes Nirans skin tingle and his heart skip a beat.

“I will have to buy you something silk.” Akande decides, pulling his hand away from Niran’s hot skin. He feels colder in its absence. Akande pulls his dress back down, smoothing it out so that it sits naturally.

Niran swallows, adjusting himself in his seat and pulling his hair out of his face. He takes a deep breath, splaying his hands on his thighs. He needs to calm down before they reach the store, he can’t go out like this!

The car turns, then slows to a stop, and Nirans heart nearly stops with it as he realizes they have reached their destination; Tom Ford.

They pull into a parking spot by the door, marked as reserved under the name “Ogundimu”. Wonder who that could be. Niran bites his tongue.

The driver walks around the car and opens Akande’s door, and once the man is out, he helps Niran out. Arm in arm, they approach the doors, and Niran hopes that he doesn’t look as hot and bothered as he feels.

“I can’t let you buy me anything from here, you know.” Niran admits, narrowing his eyes at the man. He has only been dating Akande for three weeks, but they have been something akin to enemies for about a year now. He knows that the man can be just as stubborn as him.

“Yes you can.” Akande says simply, holding the door open for him. Not wanting to be embarrassed in public, he steps over the threshold.

“Mr. Ogundimu, welcome in!” A woman greets with a rather heavy French accent. She has long orangish red hair tied in a braid over her shoulder, and a black dress that goes down to her knees. “Will you be needing a personal attendant for you and your…guest, today?” She narrows her eyes at him. Niran narrows his back.

“Not today.” He says simply, breezing past her. Niran goes with him, because he is currently the only thing keeping Niran from toppling over. It doesn’t help that all of his blood is in his dick and none of it is in his head.

“Of course!” She calls out from behind them. Niran does not look back. Is it petty to glare at someone if they started it? “I will have someone bring you champagne.”

Akande pays her no mind, guiding Niran deeper into the store. He doesn’t even want to look at the price tags. Akande whisks him past the men’s section, and towards a selection of dresses. Niran bites his lips. It’s not as if he doesn’t like wearing dresses - they made his body that used to feel huge and cumbersome into something slender and elegant, for sure - it’s just that he thinks he has plenty. They aren’t something he can wear in his lab. And he also can’t wear any open toed shoes, and he has to have eye protection. Couldn’t Akande buy him cheap, comfortable clothes he can get fertilizer all over without caring?

Niran looks over the rows and rows of dresses, just to save face mostly. He can’t let Akande buy him any of these, not with price tags in the thousands.

Akande picks out three dresses for him to try on; a white dress with blue flowers on it and sleeves that puff at the wrists, a v-necked party dress in a rather flattering shade of pink, and a white dress with pink flowers all over it, boasting a corset in the back for a snatched waist, and tie in the front to bolster the bust.

And then, it’s off to the dressing rooms to try them on, and Niran can’t protest at an opportunity to hide his arousal from any prying eyes. It feels like everyone is watching them.

He steps into the spacious dressing room, pulling the door closed behind him and sliding the lock in place. There. Safe from everyone else.

One entire side of the room is lined with mirrors. His own face stares back at him, cheeks pink with blush, eyes just a bit too wide. His heart flutters in his chest, thinking about how obvious it is, how everyone who sees him will know how flustered and horny he is.

Niran shakes the thoughts from his head. Nope! This is not making the situation between his legs any better. He turns his attention to the clothes before he gets any more distracted.

The first one he tries on is the pink party dress, it’s the most like something he already owns. Except, when he pulls it on, he finds that it is far too short, not even covering his underwear. Absolutely not. He tries to ignore how warm he feels when he thinks of stepping out and showing off the outfit to Akande and anyone else in the vicinity.

He takes at least one minute to admire the way his dick is pressing at his underwear, how good it looks peeking out from under the edge of the dress. His fingers brush against his sensitive cockhead through his underwear. Is it just him, or is that spot a bit damp?

He wrenches his hand away, shaking his head. He cannot be distracted by these thoughts!

The next dress fits so much better; blue floral patterned fabric reaching past his knees comfortably, the skirt hanging loosely around his legs. He can’t even see his bulge in this dress. But he doesn’t like the way the sleeves hang around his wrists. It feels like they will get caught on things, or what about when he is eating?

Still, when he steps out of the dressing room to show Akande, he can see the man’s eyebrows raise all the way up to his stupid bald head.

“That one looks good on you.” He says. Niran disagrees. Blue isn’t even his color. Akande hands him a glass of champagne, and he takes a long sip to calm his nerves and tamp down the other emotions he is feeling.

Back into the dressing room, one thing left to try on. He is able to get the dress on himself well enough, but tying the back proves just too difficult. He glances at the door. Does he really want to call Akande to help him? He could just lie and say it didn’t fit. But, also, it looks really good on him and he actually kind of likes it.

In the end, curiosity wins out. Even if he doesn’t let Akande buy it for him, he would at least like to know how he looks in it. It is such a pretty dress.

“Akande.” He opens the door a bit to poke his head out of the room. “I need help with the back.”

Akande looks up from some magazine he had picked up, a sly grin spreading across his face as he rises from his seat. Niran ushers him in quickly, hoping that no one can see him entering.

“Just help me tie this thing.” He huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Akande takes the strings for the corset, slowly pulling them tighter and tighter. Niran watches in the mirror as his waist becomes more and more defined.

He can’t help but notice how low the knot ends up as Akande ties it, how close his hands are to Niran’s ass. He tries to distract himself by tying the front as tight as he comfortably can, admiring how it makes him look in the mirror.

The dress looks amazing on him, yes. But Niran can’t tear his eyes away from the way his bulge looks pressed against the taunt fabric of his skirt. It looks and feels so good. He traces the outline delicately, sending tingles up his own spine.

“Do you like that?” Akande whispers in his ear and he shudders. God yes he likes that. One of his hands rests on Niran’s hip, the other reaches around to cup against the bulge in his skirt.

Niran can’t help but buck his hips into the gentle touch, biting his lip so he doesn’t make a sound. Anyone could hear them, here. As nice as the dressing rooms are, they are still just that; dressing rooms. There is no sound proofing, the employees have keys. Niran desperately does not want to be kicked out of Tom Fords for having sex in the dressing rooms.

However he does not fear that enough to not have sex in the Tom Fords dressing room.

“Come on, help me with this!” He demands, hiking up the tight, almost pencil skirt. Akande is more than happy to help, massive hand diving beneath the elastic line of his underwear.

Niran’s legs give out beneath him as Akande wraps his hand around his cock, catching himself against the wall to keep from collapsing to the floor. He is not a small man by far, almost eye to eye with the man. But Akande is just so much bigger than him. Wider, stronger. Niran’s impressive six and a half inch cock practically disappears in his hand. It makes him breathless in the most wonderful way possible.

“Please.” He begs, and now he knows what he is asking for. He thrusts a tiny, pathetic thrust into Akande’s hand, urging him to make himself useful and do something.

“So eager. Needy.” Akande purrs, his free hand pets though Nirans hair, now. When Akande doesn’t move an inch to help him, Niran takes to desperately humping his hand, already dribbling precum into his palm that helps slick the way for him.

At first, Akande’s palm is rough, calluses scraping against Niran’s sensitive dick with each thrust. But slowly, as his cock leaks more and more precum, it becomes smoother, less grating. He almost misses it.

Akande is grinning, ear to ear, perfectly white teeth bared in almost a snarl. Niran shivers. Akande is leaning over him now, pinning him against the wall while he provides Niran with a pliant hand to fuck into. It shouldn’t be so hot but it is. Niran has to watch himself in the mirror, has to see himself pathetically humping the other man’s hand like some sort of wild animal.

Just like that, Akande takes his hand away, leaving Niran to hump uselessly at the air, erect cock desperate for some sort of appeasement.

Niran gasps, then clasps his hands over his mouth, heart hammering in his chest. But, no one comes to knock on their door, and he does not get kicked out of a Tom Fords for having sex in the dressing rooms.

He barely has time to recover before Akande is hiking his skirt up all the way past his ass, and grabbing him by the thigh to hoist up one of his legs, exposing his ass - and the sparkly pink plug peeking from between his cheeks.

“Already ready for me, hm?” Akande laughs, shaking his head. Niran would be embarrassed if he weren’t so horny.

“Hurry up!” He whines, hoping he is being quiet. He has half a mind to reach down and finish himself off, but he knows Akande won’t let him do that. Not before he has laid his claim to Niran’s body, at least.

He watches with baited breath as the man pulls his own pants down, eyeing up the gigantic bulge in his boxers. He needs that inside of him right now.

It’s even more impressive when he pulls it out; so thick that Niran can’t wrap his hand around it entirely - he knows, he had tried extensively to do so - and longer than his own cock by at least half an inch, maybe more since he is just eyeing it. The tip is ruddy red, precum bubbling out. Looks like Niran isn’t the only one eager for this.

He braces himself against the wall as Akande lines up with his pre-prepped hole, tossing the slick toy aside in the direction of the dress he wore in. The tip grazes against his puffy rim, Niran’s heart picks up in his chest. Finally, the man pushes in, spreading Niran’s body apart on it’s girth, pushing him to his very limits.

No matter how many times Akande spears him on that massive cock, it will never not make him feel like a tight, inexperienced virgin. He’s never had anything so big or thick before this, he doesn’t think his body will ever get fully used to it. He doesn’t want it to.

Akande pushes ever forward until he finally bottoms out inside of him, pushing all of the air out of his lungs. Akande’s dick presses against all the right places, especially his prostate, making pleasure pool in his gut. His mind is reeling, his body is struggling to accept the massive intrusion.

He doesn’t even get a moment to readjust before Akande is pulling back out, determined to lay his claim to Niran’s body. He wants nothing more than to just let Akande do that to him, but they need to be quiet or someone is going to come in and end this whole encounter and remove them from the store!

He shoots the man a glare, but Akande doesn’t pay him any mind, snapping their hips back together so sharply that Niran’s face smacks against the mirror. He would be mad, if it weren’t for the fact that it feels so amazing. His knees are weak from the pleasure, Akande had hit him right in the prostate, the pleasure so intense it nearly knocks him down.

“A-ah. Akande. More.” He paws uselessly at the other man’s chest, rocking his hips up and down on Akande’s cock, riding him. Akande obliges, reaching around and grabbing his throbbing, neglected cock.

“Mph. Thank you.” He huffs, leaning into the hand that strokes him. Akande toys with his foreskin, peeling it back from his tip, pulling it back over, using it to spread Niran’s slick all over his own cock.

At the same time, Akande’s cock glides in and out of his body, stroking over his prostate, splitting him apart. He jolts with each thrust, effectively jerking himself off at the same time. The thought of Akande being able to move him like that makes his dick twitch.

His whole chest is pressed up against the mirror, now. His breath fogs up the glass, and his chest slides up and down the smooth, cold surface.

Akande wrings an orgasm out of him without any warning, pumping his cock swiftly and rabbiting that massive cock into him at the same time. A wave of pleasure washes over him, over taking all of his senses, even his common sense, as he moans loudly into the space.

His body squeezes around Akande’s massive cock, pressing his prostate against it even more viciously. He gets his revenge, though, as that makes the larger man cum with him, filling his guts with a warm load of cum.

Niran gasps as Akande pulls out, slumping against the mirror. His own satisfied, fucked out face stares back at him, wide eyed and slack jawed. He had drooled on the mirror a little. Akande slides the plug back into place before any of his cum can drip out onto the nice dress, or the equally nice floor.

“Perhaps we should buy you this one.” Akande laughs, pulling his pants back up. Niran opens his mouth to protest, pushing himself off the wall. But then, he glances back at his reflection.

Even with his hair plastered to his face with sweat, and his legs barely able to hold him up, he still looks amazing in this dress. He tries not to look at the price on the tag as Akande rips it off to take to the counter. It’s best if he doesn’t know.