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Dinner felt relatively normal compared to the rest of the weekend. They cooked together, roasted a small chicken, sauted some vegetables. Everyone sat at the table, talked and laughed, glasses of Chardonnay clinking. After the table was clear and the kitchen tidy, John drifted over to the French doors that offered a sweeping view of the back yard. Despite the purple night, John could see the edges of the foliage in the moonlight. Quite pretty.
“You know, Lafayette, I do believe our prisoner is getting mighty comfortable,” Alex said. “Too comfortable, in fact.”
“I agree, mon chou.”
John took a sip of his wine, turned to face his boyfriends wearing twin smiles. Evil smirks.
“Ya’ll gonna gang up on me again?” John drawled. Downed the rest of his drink, set the glass on the table.
He wasn’t granted a response. He braced himself for a struggle, was mostly shocked when Laf strode over, hoisted him over his shoulder and carried him back into the bedroom, Alex in tow.
At some point in the evening, Alex must have returned to the bedroom to set out coils of ropes. Just the sight of the ropes, in neat matching piles, shot pure arousal through John. Had intimate, deep knowledge of the sort of torment Alex could craft with just rope and time. After the exploits from earlier, John had been sure he was sated for the evening, what with the hours long game of teasing leading up to some of the most connective, raw sex he’s had in awhile… Really thought his cock had retired for the night. But alas, the sight of those ropes, innocuous and curled innocently on the rumpled bedsheets, set something alive inside him. Ropes meant slow, deliberate choices. Meant an elegant sort of surrender. There was a beauty in helplessness.
“Be good,” Lafayette requested. Sat on the edge of the bed, John standing between his open thighs. Pliant as they undressed him to his underwear. Uncovered flesh pressed with kisses. There was a softness here, still authoritative, but affectionate.
They had come full circle. His two lovers had put him through his paces, working through his list, both written and unspoken, as they indulged various facets of his fantasies. This latest one-- firm, loving submission--was a personal favorite of all three. Alex could show off his creative side, found something meditative and relaxing in the art of tying one up. Lafayette would position himself with authority, could direct and derive pleasure from being in control. And John would be permitted to surrender to whatever sweet torment the other two decided. Rope work, the speed of it, usually meant long, sensual teasing that may result in any number of combinations of relief. And in contrast to other types of play for them, there was a distinct lack of edge. The teasing would be almost kind, accompanied by reverential words and praise and compliments. This type of session stroked all of their egos, and would end with the sort of orgasms that make you feel well fed.
Rope wound around his chest and shoulders. Alex pulled his arms taught behind his back, inhaled with pleasure at how flexible he was, at how close he could get his arms to touch. Wrapped rope that led from the makeshift chest harness and around his biceps. Tied off a knot at his elbows. Used another length to weld his wrists together.
Laf hoisted John into his lap, his hands planted firmly on the outside of John’s thighs. Alex trailed his fingertips along the paths of the ropes where they embraced John’s skin, checking for appropriate tension. Admired his own handiwork. John curved towards Alex, hovering in front of him, vied for his lips. Alex coaxed him into a kiss, a long open mouthed one. John could taste the smile in the arc of Alex’s mouth. Laf’s hands slipped to his inner thighs, prized his legs open, enticing Alexander to gravitate closer.
The kiss broke. John tilted his head, let Lafayette come forward over his shoulder and catch Alex’s lips himself. John treasured these moments, when the three of them could move in unspoken synchronization. Almost like he was watching it happen. Knew when to drop his head back, when Laf wanted to kiss the side of his face. Alex mirrored his actions, their lips centimeters away as they both traced his jawline, pausing only to meet in their own short kisses.
“Jack,” Alex whispered in one ear. Laf tongued at the other. “Darling. Ready for your birthday present?”
John laughed, low and indulgent. “Hasn’t that been this whole weekend?”
“Of course, dear. But think of this as the grand finale.”
John tossed his head, felt his hair gathered at one shoulder. “Gonna be awful to me?”
“Quite the contrary, little one.” Lafayette’s voice in his ear.
“Gonna love you so hard you break,” Alex finished. Pressed his lips to his neck. Reached behind Laf for the blindfold.
John made a little noise of protest, but Lafayette kissed his shoulder in solidarity. “There, my love. Darkness helps you feel more, feel everything, yes?”
He wasn’t wrong. Hands were all over him, on the fabric of his underwear, his abs, his thighs, his hips. Light, measured touches that worked him up, made his skin sparkle. He knew the difference, Lafayette’s big, bony hands from Alex’s smaller, plush ones. But when moving in outrageous tandem, Laf’s from behind, Alex’s from below, the sensations blended. Blurred.
Hand plunged down the front of his shorts. Brushed light, light fingers up and down his length, over his balls. Gave a few warm squeezes before retreating. A different hand pulling his hair. One wet mouth on his ear, another at his waist. Hands on his calves. Hands on his sides. Hands on his chest. Hand stroking him through his underwear.
Lips on his, a tongue in his mouth. Lips on his earlobe, hot breath in his ear. “Love you like this.” Another mouth at his other ear, could feel a body pressed against his front. Hands on hips drew them closer. Felt a hardness against his, insistent.
A thumb pad circled the head of his dick, pressed at his slit. A few strokes, loving, and Lafayette’s giant hand cupping his jaw, running a finger over his lips. His mouth parted, Laf pressed one finger in, let out a hungry groan when John sucked. A clunk of knees hitting the floor. Tongue on the tip, lapping, tiny little infuriating licks. Even without his sight and the knowledge of Lafayette’s positioning, would know Alex’s oral style anywhere. Had a ritual of teasing the head first, of tasting what he could, like it was the sweetest fucking confection ever.
Lips, round and full and velvet, on the back of his neck. Lafayette’s, definitely, knew where both of sets of lips were. Alex’s wrapped around his dick, Laf’s on his neck and shoulder. Felt him nip at one of ropes binding him.
“Fuuuuuck,” he whispered. Broad hands, Laf’s he registered, pressed into his chest, fingers spread wide, rising and falling in time to his breath, almost like he was within him, a part of him.
And then Alex’s mouth was gone. Shuffling sounds, the loss of heat against his legs. A click and some wet noises. Lafayette was speaking French into his ear, meaning lost, but the cadence of the words with the heat and flutter of his breath was simply dizzying. He leaned back into it, where he could smell the cloud of his hair, the scent of his skin. “Lafayette, my darling…” His voice low and pleading. Wish fervently for Laf’s hands to slide south, to pick up where Alex left off.
Before he could beg in earnest, two wet fingers slipped into his mouth. Slick with lube, the organic stuff flavored with an undercurrent of vanilla, not their usual choice, but a welcome one if he had to taste it. The fingers pressed, explored. Retracted. With the shock of a thunderclap, Alex took him in his mouth again, as much as he could fit. More shuffling, confused noises.
“Hear that, mon cher? Do you want to know what our Alexander is doing? Aside from devouring your lovely, hard dick?”
The sound John made was something like an affirmative, but he really couldn’t think, not with Alex’s mouth making magic and Laf’s tingly words in his ear and his hands petting his abs.
“Well, I will tell you. If only you could see him. It is quite the sight I must say. Also, unsurprising. We know how much our Alexander adores the flavor of cock. So of course, you can imagine just how hard he is simply from tasting you.”
Alex flicked his tongue, as if in agreement, or to emphasize Laf’s point.
“Since you cannot see, I will be more than happy to describe for you. He is crouching, his legs are spread quite wide. His erection looks fit to burst, such a pretty pink color, and oh my, he is dripping. I do not think he has even touched himself, not once. Sucking your dick is driving him mad, it appears.”
John lost what tiny shred of composure he had left and tossed his head back. Moaned, tried to buck into Alex’s mouth but Laf caught him, held him flush with one arm wrapped around his waist.
“Greedy,” he declared simply. Then launched back into his narration. “Do you know why his legs are spread my love? Can you guess? Those fingers you got nice and wet, he is plunging them right into that sweet little hole of his. Really, he is just teasing himself at this point, as you and both know that touching yourself in this way is supremely unsatisfying. What can we do to rectify that, my love? How can we help our Alexander?”
A hand gripped the root of his dick. Held him horizontal, held him still. Pressing heat at the tip. Slippery. Slid in, deep, engrossed in that welcoming heat, the tightness, the absolute perfection. Hand left his dick, two hands on his hips now. Knew it was Lafayette, that he was holding him still and sure. That Alexander’s ass was parting for him. He wished he could see, could watch the scene unfold.
He longed to thrust, to bury himself completely, but he was kept motionless. Just stood there, his dick cutting an agonizing path through Alex as he pushed against him, inch by tantalizing inch.
“You must tell us when you are close, yes?”
A muffled groan from Alex.
Then suddenly Alex was moving, was drilling himself back and forth, panting out John’s name. Worked himself up, chanting the most obscene things, love your dick, your huge fucking cock, fucking split me in two, you like that, like that pretty boy. Each stroke contained infinity like time dilated and curled around his gut. His world was the darkness, the firm pressure on his hips, the vise grip on his dick.
“Fuck, I’m about to come,” he said in a high voice he barely recognized. And Alex was gone. The air on his aching cock cold enough burn. He squealed at the loss, twitched at nothing, at not feeling.
“Breathe, my love,” Lafayette coaxed. “Come back down.” A hand over his heart, sussing out the beating. Vibrating. Someone fondled his balls, kissed his neck. Swallowed his whimper. Kissing him insistently, and gently. Reeled him back in with soothing, soaring touches that inflamed him. Blood on fire, building him back up and Alex was upon him again, his body inhaling him. Rocked back and forth. Dizzying pace. Cried out he was close again, still jolted when Alex’s ass was gone, when he was no longer being touched.
This pattern continued twice more, alternating between Alex’s ass working his dick and stark nothing, followed up with caresses and licks and whatever it took to lead him back to the edge.
“Please, please...let me come, I need it…” he begged. No one responded.
Instead, he pressed against Alex again, but instead of Alex fucking back onto him, Laf’s hands were driving his hips, forcing him to thrust into Alex, faster than really his overly stimulated dick could take.
“Close, I’m close,” he whined. Hips still, Alex pulled away. “Goddamn it!”
Lafayette chuckled. “Did you think this would be simple, my love? That we would tease you a bit, you would finish, and that is the end? No, no, no. What have you done to earn such a privilege?”
“Make me earn it,” he returned. “Use me.”
He could practically hear the lift in Laf’s eyebrow.
“What was that, Jacky? What you want, baby?” There was a definite smile in Alex’s voice.
“Do not tease, mon chou. Here…”
Hands spun him around, bent him forward, stretched him across something--Lafayette’s knee John realized with a shiver--and held him prone.
Laf switched to French, his voice breathy and rhythmic, lulling John into something like a trance. Alex made an agreeable sound, and for a moment there was just breathing and the cool air on John’s skin, save for the points that his hips and groin met Lafayette’s leg. Then, without warning, a warm, wet tongue at his hole, clever and eager. Fingers joined, impatient. Other fingers slipped under him, tugged at dick, pulled it free from where it was trapped against him and indulged him some long, slow strokes.
Alex moaned against his ass, hummed with pleasure the further he tasted. John was already relatively prepped from the day’s previous activities, but a little extra opening would only help. And if Alex felt like being generous, generous enough to eat ass, and with gusto? John certainly would never complain about that.
Then Lafayette was saying, “Enough. Now, my little lion,” and fingers were spreading him, the leverage changing. Alexander’s perfect cock, stoppering him, wedging into him. He winced, his asshole having already taken quite the beating, but he begged for it to continue.
“More,” he croaked, his voice bruised. “Christ, Alex, faster. Fuck.”
Alex tutted, dug his fingernails into the meat of John’s ass. “He really is insatiable, isn’t he?”
“Are you really one to be criticizing another’s appetites?” Lafayette returned. “I will say one last time, mon chou. Be nice.”
“Yes, sir,” Alex teased. But listened anyway, rubbed his hands all over John’s backside, his hips, the sides of his thighs. Ignored John’s request for something rough, set a tempo that was measured, even. A little tender. “You’re so goddamn sweet,” Alex groaned, digging in deep and deliberate. “Love you, love your ass, your cock. Love everything about you. Like you were fucking made for me. For us. Goddamn it, Jack.” He paused for a moment, caught his breath, pet where he could reach. When he picked back up, it was choppier this time, still loving, but more desperate somehow.
“How lucky I am this evening,” Lafayette considered. “Two dazzling displays in such a short span of time, both exquisite in their own right. Oh, little one, if you could see yourself right now, I am certain you would unravel. Trussed up, like we caught you in a trap. Taking Alexander so well, as if you were born to it. Slung across my knee like a naughty child. Go on, Alexander, get him nice and wet and messy for me, cannot wait to take him when you are done indulging yourself. Want to feel your cum deep in there.”
Alex’s hips were stuttering now, and his body tightening. “Hear that, Jack? Laf wants me to come inside you, fill you up. Can you take it, baby?”
“You fucking know I can--fuck!” His own sentence bitten off as Alex rammed in as far could, held himself there are pulsed his hips, his body rocking as he tipped over the edge. “Yeah, there it is. There ya go baby, all the way in just like that.”
Alex exhaled in a shudder, stilled. Fluttered his fingers at John’s waist. Laf’s hand was working his cock again, idly. The sound as Alex pulled out was a provocative squelch, and John truly enjoyed the sensation of the cold air on his wet hole, of Alex’s warm seed running down his ball sac. The anticipation of knowing he was about to be taken again.
Different hands on his hips as Alex’s weight left him. Handled him back up into a sitting position, smack on Laf’s lap. He squirmed. Impatient. Hand still on his dick, just resting now, not moving, still and driving him insane.
“Ready?” Whisper in his ear. Lafayette, smile in his voice.
“God yes.”
Hips lifted, pulling him back, up, then down right onto Lafayette’s waiting cock. His body being halved. Impaled. Lafayette felt obnoxiously huge from his angle, bordering on painful. The kind of sensation that made John grind his teeth and flex his toes, made him want to thrash. He was so full and wet, felt the itch of cum leaking out of him, streaked with lube and the sweat beading on his skin.
“Fucking…move...goddamn it,” he gasped. Rotated his hips in inches to entice.
“One moment--” And then Alex’s mouth engulfing him whole. He practically screamed. “There we are. Well done, Alexander. Time to move.”
Oh, how John wished he could see. Could only imagine the acrobatics Alex was performing in order to stay in sync with John’s cock while Lafayette maneuvered him. Lifted and dropped him with well timed precision, a stream of praising filth against his shoulder. “You like that? You like my big cock, you like getting split in half? You feel so good, little one, this small sexy hole of yours will be the death of me, I swear. It is your birthday and yet here you are, giving yourself to us. Our little present.”
John responded with something like a howl while he drowned in sensation, of his cock getting devoured and his ass getting throttled. He was positioned to feel every inch, to dig into that precise pressure on his prostate. Hand in his hair, hand on the ropes. Hand on his thighs, hand at the base of his cock. So much touching, his whole body alight like an exposed nerve. Everything was brewing, the pressure building.
“I--I can’t hold it,” he cried out. Every inch of skin screaming.
“Then don’t,” Lafayette growled in his ear.
Like a wave crashing over him. Consumed by the heat, by the tightening then the glorious release. A whole body thing, that stole his breath and took him from aching to reeling in a microsecond.
Lafayette cradled him through it, Alex welcomed the deposit in his throat, moaned like it was a decadent dessert. John fell back against Laf, as much as bound arms would allow him. Quivered from Alex slurping at the head of penis, now raw and ignited. He went to protest, but Laf’s hand clamped over his mouth, muffled his cries. It was too much, too much as Lafayette gained some leverage, thrust up into him, as Alex’s greedy tongue flitted every which way. The pleasure had morphed into something excruciating, something unbearable. He couldn’t tell when the fog overtook him.
***
The shower this time.
When he came to, he was lounging across his boyfriends. Alex held his head and shoulders. One hand over John’s heart. The lower half of his body sprawled across Laf. The rainfall was on, and the steam made everything ethereal.
He was vaguely aware he was crying again. Silent tears cut paths down his cheeks. He didn’t really know why, he wasn’t in any pain or distress.
“Guys?” he croaked. They both turned to look at his face.
“Jack, sweetie, do you feel ok?” Alex said anxiously. Grabbed a handful of sopping hair.
John squinted his eyes against the tears. Tried to sit up, but a firm hand on his abs pushed him back down.
“A few more minutes, cher, do not want you light headed.”
He drank small sips from the water bottle Alex offered him, let the hot water and the steam, then one of their hands, brandishing a loofah, cleanse him. Returned his body, his normal body, to him.
Alex noticed he was crying first, plucked some tears away then bent to kiss him closed mouthed. “There, there, honey. Don’t cry. Did we--does it hurt?”
“The opposite,” John admitted. “I feel like I’m on fire.”
He begged to be taken out of the shower, needed to lay between them, feel every part of each of them at once. Still crying while they laid him out, took either side, possessive hands on his stomach, in his hair, his thigh. Pressed like a drying flower between a book’s pages, held tight and delicate all at once.
He let the tears flow, knew that Alex and Laf were used to it, used to this side of him, the side that felt so fiercely after love making, that drowned in feelings so deep, where he couldn’t differentiate between physical and emotional. Where every touch to his skin spoke devotion.
“Keep me,” he sobbed. “Promise--promise you’ll keep me.”
“Oh, Jack,” Alex sighed. “We’re never letting you go anywhere. Don’t worry about that.”
His crying began to taper off, just small hiccups into Lafayette’s shoulder while Alex rubbed his back.
Laf didn’t say anything, just hummed in contentment while stroking John’s hair.
They fell asleep like that, limbs tangled and coiled into each other for warmth and comfort.
***
Alex woke up to John inches from his face, his smile bright as a sunflower. It was still dark and silent outside, nothing but the sound of Laf’s quiet breathing.
“Hey,” Alex whispered. Pecked a quick kiss on John’s cheek. “What’s up, babe?”
John said nothing, but entertained him with some long, sensual kissing. Pulled away before things went from sweet to heated. Just as well. Alex’s cock felt overworked and welcomed the break.
“What was that for?”
“What? I can’t just wake you up to make out?”
“Of course you can. Always. I’m just surprised. You’re quite chipper for the hour.”
“Do you two ever shut up?” Lafayette grumbled. “Some of us did all the work this weekend and need our rest.”
Alex and John both giggled. John rolled over to pull Lafayette closer. He obliged, let his arm be pulled across both John and Alex. “My boys,” he noted affectionately.
John said something, muffled against the pillow.
“One more time?” Alex prompted.
“I said, Happy Birthday to me,” John sing songed, then swooped a kiss on each of them in turn. “Come on, let’s get up. I want cake.”
“It’s not even six am yet, weirdo,” Alex scoffed. “You’re gonna have cake for breakfast?”
John was already sitting up. Stretched and smiled radiantly down at the both of them. “It’s my birthday, I do what I want.”
They all laughed, let John drag them out of bed. Alex even lit a goddamn candle for the cake.
And while John stared hard at the flame, at Alexander’s and Lafayette’s faces, glowing in the dark of dawn, he thought on thirty years of candles and thirty unanswered birthday wishes. Now, he couldn’t think of a single thing to ask for.