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Cypher's hands tugged impatiently against the confining ribbon, unable to move otherwise.
It felt like it had been an eternity since Omen departed, set on the mission to go find Sova and bring him back for his Christmas surprise.
They had been planning this for a month, making sure everything was perfect and Sova was out of Amir's room for a few hours, as well as making sure they had all the… materials.
Cypher donned a festive red ribbon, wrapping around him like a present over his legs, chest, and arms, and trailing up to his neck, where it was tied in a bow. Omen had assisted him in tying it, a master of the craft due to countless hours spent wrapping his own body in bandages to hold himself together.
He had his mask on still, but instead of his normal hat with the antenna, he had a Santa hat, red with a little white puff ball at the end.
He was sure he looked ridiculous, but Omen assured him he looked sexy, giving him a scalding kiss before fastening a ball gag in his mouth and replacing his mask over his chin.
It had initially just been meant as a gift for Sasha and Omen, allowing Amir to care for their needs for all the times they had cared for his, but he knew that it was just as much a gift to himself as it was to them.
He threw his head back on the bed, hot breaths puffing out around the ball gag as the vibrating ring attached to the base of his cock buzzed to life suddenly, electricity shooting through his spine and reminding him it was still there.
Omen had the controller to the damned thing, and he would switch it on playfully at random intervals, just to keep him anticipating what was to come. He had yet to return with Sasha, likely taking his sweet time on purpose. He could imagine him now, sauntering through the halls with that commanding stride of his, walking slowly to waste time before fetching Sova. He'd reach into the pocket of his hoodie, fumbling for the tiny remote before playing with the settings, switching between high and low frequencies and different patterns.
Cypher writhed in his spot, drool threatening to leak out of his mouth and soak into his mask as a guttural whine escaped him.
He looked down at himself, at his bare chest covered with a sheen of sweat and his aching dick, standing proudly with its tip flushed red, and he shivered in anticipation.
The active imagination he had was blooming, unhelpful to his current situation by supplying images of his boyfriend's hands all over him, unwrapping their present carefully. Would they leave him tied up while they overstimulated him to the brink, watching his every shiver and jolt with rapt attention? Or maybe they would be more proactive, taking off the ball gag only for him to make better use of his mouth.
Cypher broke out of his thoughts with a strained whimper, the vibration pattern suddenly switching from a dull buzzing to pulsing waves. If Omen planned on having any fun with him at all, he definitely needed to return with Sova soon or the show would be over before it even began.
Unless that was Omen's plan, to make Amir spill all over himself before they even got back, dirtying the pretty ribbon and embarrassing him so he could tease him for not being able to last. Sova would tell him not to be mean, tilting Cypher’s chin up and rubbing a soothing thumb on his cheek, pressing a kiss on his forehead. He knows that the slightest touch is enough to set him off in these situations, and he'd grin down at him as his spent dick twitched in interest at the affection.
Not a moment too soon, the vibrations ceased, leaving his dick pulsing and his chest heaving as he came down from his high. Puffed breaths forced out through his nose, his mask adding just enough restriction on his breathing to make him feel heady.
He sat up straighter as he heard the access card swiping in the door, hearing muffled voices outside of it. He wasn't sitting right in front of the door, hidden slightly inside the room in case someone got ahold of one of their cards and decided to do some snooping (not that they wouldn't end up eventually discovering him, it would just take a little longer).
The familiar voices of his partners filtered into his ears as the door swung open, and he sighed in relief, settling back down in the chair.
“What do you have planned?” He could hear the grin in Sasha's warm voice, barely hiding his excitement.
“Shh, you'll see.” Omen's rasping voice came from behind him, and he heard the door click shut.
The two came into view, Omen's large hands over Sova's eyes. His slits raked over Cypher's disheveled state and he looked pleased, tilting his head to the side. He tried his best to suppress his heavy breathing, not wanting to give any hints to the surprise before Omen removed his hands.
“Are you ready to see?”
Sasha nodded earnestly, teeth pulling at his bottom lip in anticipation.
Omen removed his hands, resting them on Sova's shoulders to turn him towards where Cypher was sitting.
His reaction was immediate, eyes widening almost comically and his jaw falling open.
“A-Amir?” He spluttered, raising his hands in the air towards him then pulling back, unsure what to do.
At that exact moment, Omen flipped the controller back on from behind him, making Cypher tremble and moan.
A slurred mess vaguely resembling Sasha's name tumbled out from around the gag as he leaned towards the blonde, cybernetic lenses following the motion of his eyes as they squinted up at him, eyebrows threading.
A deep pink blush rose from Sova's neck, mottling the skin with color. He reached out a hand, his cool touch soothing Amir's flaming skin through the mask as he brushed his thumb against his cheek, tilting his head up.
Cypher was long past the point where he'd play coy, fully leaning into Sasha's touch and ready to give him whatever he wanted.
His fresh cologne filled his nose and he moaned lowly, needing more touch, more stimulation, more anything.
Omen stopped spectating, walking to the left of the spy and rubbing his clawed hands along his shoulders, trailing his nails lightly against his neck to make him shiver.
“How long has he been like this?” Sasha's tone was low, rumbling from his chest in a way that was way too attractive.
“About thirty minutes…” Omen hummed, snapping one of the ribbons against his skin.
“No wonder he's so needy… he's practically melting onto me.”
He nuzzled into Sova's hand, closing his eyes.
“Hmm… what to do with you…?” Omen's hands slid atop the smooth ribbon circling his neck and he breathed hard, the scenarios he imagined earlier all flashing in his mind.
“He's so pretty like this,” Sasha breathed, making Amir sit up a little bit straighter at the praise.
A hum of agreement sounded from behind him. “What do you want to do to him, Sasha?”
Sova inhaled sharply, eyes lidding as he stammered.
“I-I want, wanna- God, wanna be inside, please…”
Cypher nodded eagerly, more than happy to oblige his request.
“Yeah?” Omen taunted, leaning over Cypher to kiss Sova deeply, tongue sliding into his mouth. Amir moaned at the sight, fidgeting against his constraints with the desire to kiss them both.
“Aww, feeling left out?” Omen pulled away from Sova's lips to lick and mouth along his jaw, tilting Cypher’s head back to make him watch.
Sasha moaned and pulled at Omen's hood, getting handsy with pleasure.
So pretty, Sasha. Omen, fuck, kiss him just like that…
One of the Russian's hazy eyes cracked open to stare at Cypher while Omen assaulted his neck with kisses, his pupil blown and his ears red.
Cypher shivered at his gaze, lenses fluttering with a quiet clicking noise. That brown eye rolled into the back of his head as Omen licked a stripe along his neck, tasting his sweat-salted skin. At the same time, he ran his fingers along Sasha's toned stomach, sliding his hand under his shirt.
Omen stripped Sova in front of him, making him watch every detail, stopping if he closed his eyes or tilted his head back. By the time he was fully unclothed, Sasha was all but trembling with want, dick heavy and leaking precum out of the tip. Cypher could sympathize, tugging against the ribbon with the desire for any sort of stimulation, having been hard for way too long.
He made a pathetic noise from behind the gag, begging for their attention. The fact that he had two boyfriends and neither of them had their hands on him was appalling to his lust-riddled brain.
“Don't you think he's been teased enough?” Sasha whispered, leaning his weight on Omen as his legs trembled slightly.
“Mmm, what do you think, pretty?”
Sasha nodded fervently, and Amir smirked inwardly, knowing he was just desperate to get to the good part already.
“Well, what are you waiting for then?” You wanted to be inside him, didn't you? Get him ready.”
They turned him over, pressing his face into the mattress and sticking his ass in the air.
Sasha's eyes lidded, and he dove forward, squeezing at Cypher's ass briefly before pressing a kiss onto his hole. He licked it wetly and let saliva drip from his tongue onto his rim before sliding over a thumb to spread it around.
Cypher groaned lowly, rubbing his masked face against the soft sheets as Sova worked at him with his skillful tongue and fingers. He slid his thighs together, his ass slightly wriggling against the Russian's face as he tried to stimulate his poor, weeping cock.
“Stop moving.” Sova murmured against his skin, grabbing onto his waist to hold him still.
He rubbed the rough pad of his finger over Cypher's hole, collecting the spit before pressing in.
Omen settled in front of the two, crossing his legs and staring unblinkingly into Cypher's eyes.
God, how Cypher wanted Omen to come closer, to run his hand over his head soothingly or to pinch his cheek the way he always loves to do. He tried to convey his want through his lenses but it was to no avail, the striking blue blinking all the same.
Sasha pressed deeper, momentarily breaking his train of thought as his eyes fluttered closed, reveling in the feeling. A hand slid under his chin and tilted it back up, and he found himself mere inches from Omen's face.
“That's it, keep those pretty eyes on me. You've done well so far, keep being a good boy and take it.” Omen let Amir’s head rest on his thigh, and he stroked the top of his mask where his hair was underneath.
He felt himself starting to drool, likely leaving a wet spot on Omen’s pants thanks to the thin material of his mask and the slanted position he was in. Sova slid in another finger, rubbing against his prostate mercilessly as he stretched him further.
Cypher squirmed, his body jolting to try and escape the painful pleasure but unable to get very far with the hunter's strong grip on his waist and Omen's unmoving hand on the top of his head.
He felt so powerless, only able to endure the overwhelming pleasure as he screamed behind the gag.
In every situation he was always in control; with a level head and suave manner he always made sure he was two steps ahead, if not three, but these two always kept him on his toes, everything they said and did, every touch and sensation was something new and exciting.
In front of him, Omen slipped a hand down the front of his own pants, touching himself languidly while watching Sova stretch the Moroccan out. Cypher moaned, wishing he wasn’t gagged so he could help Omen, so Omen could take his pants off and force him to eat him out or better yet, sit on his face.
Sova had moved on to three fingers, ending the overwhelming stimulation to focus on actually stretching him out, spreading his fingers methodically, and avoiding Cypher’s prostate. He was thankful for the break, panting against Omen’s leg as his eyes fell shut.
“Look at me, Cypher, keep your eyes open, you're almost there.” Omen's voice was strained as he kept touching himself through his pants, and Cypher followed his command, blinking up at him unfocusedly.
Finally deciding he was stretched enough, Sova pulled out his fingers. Cypher could vaguely hear the blonde moving about behind him, likely looking for the lube, but he was more focused on Omen.
He was still going, likely fingering himself by the movements of his arm and the slick noises that were slipping out from between his legs.
Cypher's nerves felt like they were on fire; he felt almost dumb from the pleasure yet he still craved more.
Sova was behind him again, lubing himself up and rubbing the tip against his entrance. How he wished he could tell Sova to get on with it, to stop teasing him. All he could do was squirm petulantly and hope the blonde got the message.
Either he understood or was just as desperate as him; Sova quickly began to push inside, making him shudder and whine. Each time he took the Russian it was like a surprise to feel how wonderfully thick he was, able to press against every single spot and then some.
“Feel so- so fucking good for me, Amir, so tight…” Sova leaned down, groaning against his neck as he pushed in fully. His voice sent goosebumps running down Cypher's spine and a pulse of arousal straight to his dick, and he couldn't help but try to rut backward into him, desperate to be fucked properly.
Omen tsked at him, telling him to stay put and he whined, almost unable to bear the delayed gratification.
But then Sova started thrusting and he forgot all about his worries, only able to focus on how good and full he felt.
He moaned at every thrust, his body pulled and pushed each time as he was unable to hold himself still.
Over his shoulder, Sova and Omen shared a nod and Cypher paled. What did they have planned? He was almost certain Sova had been in the dark about this, but did he know more than he was letting on?
Omen slid his pants off and dropped them off the side of the bed, leaving him with just his oversized hoodie draped over his frame. Sova lifted Cypher so Omen could position himself underneath them, and he inhaled sharply when he realized what they had planned.
The wraith smoothed his hand down Cypher’s abdomen, making his stomach do flips when he led his dick to his entrance. Omen hummed deep in his throat as Cypher slid in with little resistance; he was already prepped and aroused enough to get things going.
The pleasure from both sides overwhelmed all his senses, his brain felt fuzzy and warm and he felt loved. Sova set him back down so he was laying atop Omen, his dick fully sheathed inside the wraith.
Omen rubbed his hands along Sova’s back, shuddering quietly when Cypher twitched inside of him. The hunter was so warm against Cypher’s back, their sweat mixing as he started to thrust again, pushing him deeper into Omen each time.
Cypher was almost certain he sounded depraved, wet groans muffled from behind his gag as he breathed harshly, his heartbeat one of the only things he could hear in his ears besides Sova’s quiet moans and Omen’s deeper hums and sighs of pleasure.
He saw Omen reaching into his pocket and immediately his heart rate spiked, whimpers of protest too muffled to be decipherable. The vibrator switched on and his body reacted immediately, tightening around Sova and stiffening like a rod, his muscles straining against the restraints.
Cypher knew he was drooling down his chin, knew tears of pleasure were beading in his eyes, but he couldn't wipe them away, forced to lay there and writhe and shake.
Sova quickened his pace behind him, swearing as Cypher spasmed around him and rubbing his hands on his sides soothingly.
“Fuck- Amir, I'm gonna cum, I-! Ngh, дорогой, can I cum inside?”
He nodded against Omen's chest, looking back over his shoulder at Sova. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his chest, ears, lips, and cheeks the same shade of alluring red. Sasha noticed his gaze and smiled, reaching under his chin and tilting his face to kiss his cheek.
Omen lowered his face to kiss Cypher on the forehead and he felt so warm, a whine building in his throat from all the attention he was getting. His body ached with the need to orgasm; all the sensations mixing together and burning at his core, but the ring at the base of his cock didn’t let him, forcing him to teeter on the edge.
It didn’t take long before Sova was finishing inside of him, his cum leaking out beside his dick as he thrust a few more times before pulling out slowly. Cypher moaned as he popped out, the weight from behind him disappearing as Sova went to go find a damp rag, making him miss his warmth.
Now, Omen could push him onto his back, climbing on top of him and preparing to bounce his hips. He knew it’d be too much for Cypher’s trembling pleasure-drunk body so he switched off the vibrator, much to his relief.
Omen began to ride him, setting a quick and unforgiving pace as the sounds of pleasure and sweat-slicked skin joining together filled the room. Sova came back into the room with a damp rag and a glass of water, placing them to the side while watching the two fondly.
“Do you like this, Cypher? You like being tied up while your boyfriends play with you like a little doll, hm?” Omen’s tone was sweet but his words were scathing, making him moan and nod pathetically.
Sova cooed at Cypher, shaking his head playfully. “He’s a good boy, you shouldn’t be so mean to him, дорогой.”
Omen hummed thoughtfully, still snapping their hips together as he ran a finger down Cypher’s neck. “You don’t think he’s been naughty?”
The blonde giggled, biting at his bottom lip. “Even if so, I think he’s atoned enough, don’t you?”
A long tongue traced the path his finger took, making a wet trail that was soon littered with bite marks and hickeys. “Payment enough. My mark on your skin…” Omen murmured, his pace losing rhythm as his thrusts became shallower and he started to grind against his skin.
The wraith reached down to rub at his clit, the pleasure racking through his body as he clenched around Cypher. They groaned in unison, and Omen was spasming around him, orgasm rushing over him abruptly with one good thrust.
Omen shuddered over him, his hole pulsing sporadically as he rocked his hips through his orgasm.
Once he was done, he climbed off of Cypher, who hadn’t cum yet, and rubbed at his cheek to get his lust-clouded mind to focus on the sound of his voice.
“Are you ready?” He nodded desperately, breaths huffing noisily from his nose. “Do you deserve it?” He nodded again, trying to give the biggest eyes he could under the mask.
“Go ahead.”
Omen slid the ring off the base of his dick, making him shudder in relief. Surprisingly, he also lifted Cypher's mask to his nose, undoing the ball gag and tossing it to the floor. He hummed in thanks, finally able to stretch his jaw muscles and swallow the buildup of saliva.
Sova watched the two languidly from his spot on the bed, content to observe the two in action.
Omen wrapped a hand around Cypher's base, giving a few slow strokes before speeding up, circling around the tip with his palm in random intervals.
“Ngh-! O-Omen pl-easee!”
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hips jerked, and he readied himself for his impending orgasm; all the symptoms rushing at him.
“Cu- fuck, cumming, I'm-!”
Omen pulled his hand away right before he reached his peak, but right as he throbbed and before words of complaint could fall from his tongue he brought his hand back, stroking fast and hard and catching him completely off guard. That momentary pause knocked the breath out of him, and the rough hand brought it right back, making him white out from how hard he came.
Cypher was vaguely aware of the sound of himself moaning like a whore and the muttered praises from Omen, as well as an interested “Holy shit,” from Sasha.
The last thing he remembered before slipping out of consciousness was his boyfriends’ voices whispering, praising him for what a good job he did, for how pretty he was for them, telling him how much they loved him. His mind was warm and fuzzy, and he never wanted to leave this moment.
He felt like a dead man walking for the next hour or so, stuck in a dreamlike haze and going through the motions as his boyfriends untied him and pulled him into a bath, peeling off his mask and scrubbing his hair and skin clean before pulling him into bed with them, tucking the comforter under his chin as they took their places wrapped around either side of him. Sometime before all of that, Sova had stripped the dirty sheets off the bed, replacing them with clean, soft ones that smelled like a fresh cotton cloud.
A happy sigh left his lips, and he closed his eyes, feeling way too warm, comfy, and utterly sleepy to keep them open for any longer.
…
“Are we ever going to tell him that this was actually his Christmas present?”
Cypher's soft snores filled the air as Sasha hummed thoughtfully.
“I don't think we should, дорогой, look at how content he is. And you are certainly relaxed too, are you not?”
Omen dipped his head in confirmation, pressing his face to the hunter's cheek and making him giggle. “You need to shave,” He murmured offhandedly, and Sova laughed, rubbing his face against Omen further and making him squirm.
“I suppose it was a present to all three of us. Merry Christmas, Sasha. I love you.”
“Merry Christmas, Omen. I love you too.”