BJ Marathon #6 - Lucid/Baxter/Elton
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maderrSince apparently I can't make my fingers hold still, and I think I'd likely find myself being threatened if I didn't finally give in and do something with these three ^^;;
Elton stirred at the touch of warm lips to his wrist, shivering as the mouth continued to trail up his arm until it hit the short sleeve of his shirt.
Fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, pushing it open, two hands splaying across his chest. He shuddered and tried to move, but there were hands everywhere. Tingling. Burning. With a sound that was part moan, part sigh, Elton fell back against the leather chaise on which he'd been dozing. It was probably his favorite piece of furniture in black dragon, wide and long, sinfully perfect for luxurious naps.
And didn’t he feel lazy and spoiled napping in the middle of the day…not that day and night were easy to distinguish in his world, nor was it really necessary to distinguish them. Still, he felt decadent and spoiled.
Especially with the mouth nipping the lobe of his ear, moving along his throat, while another lavished attention upon his nipples. Hands pulled his shirt away completely, shifted him, and Elton found himself sitting in someone's lap, pressed against a hard heat, while another attacked him hungrily from the front.
He groaned, arching back, begging for more, but still did not open his eyes. A mouth closed over his, kissing him properly, and Elton lifted his arms to twine them around the neck of the man kissing him, fingers combing briefly through soft hair that he knew to be as dark and rich as Jupiter ink..
Leaning into the man in front of him, taking kisses like they were necessary to his survival, he did not notice the hands fumbling with his clothes until his pants were shoved open and a hand wrapped firmly around his cock, pumping firmly. Elton bucked, feeding hungry whimpers into the mouth that would not let his go.
Then he was urged up onto his knees, thrusting him firmly into the embrace of the one in front of him, air washing over his skin as his pants were shoved down, the shock of cool air contrasting the hot hands exploring his body making him shudder hard. Still his mouth was not released, except for brief spaces in which to catch his breath.
He rocked, bucked, as warm, wet fingers slid between his crack, delved deep to explore his entrance.
Briefly he was moved again, whimpering as they turned and shifted him, but almost immediately the probing fingers returned and Elton spread his legs a bit more, careful not to go over the edges of the chaise but wanting to grant all the access he could.
Then a hot tongue was bathing his cock, making him jerk, cry out – still he did not open his eyes. He fumbled briefly, not knowing where to put his hands, but they landed on a head, that so-soft hair, and he slid them down to grip the shoulders of the man kneeling before him, sucking him hard and fast now.
Breathing heavily, whimpering and moaning and begging, rocking between the mouth on his cock and the hard, blunt heat now sliding into him with agonizing slowness. Still he kept his eyes closed, content to be swept away by touch, by feel, whimpers turning into cries, moans into shouts, the world dark and dizzying, nothing but a hot mouth consuming him, a hard cock pounding into him. Hands held his hips, guiding his movements as he moved between the two sensations, another set of hands exploring his skin, touching whatever they could reach, touching his cock and the mouth stretched over it.
He screamed as he finally climaxed, and would have collapsed save for the arms which caught him and he soon found himself once more sandwiched between too slender, hot-to-the-touch bodies.
Smiling faintly, he reached out and dragged close the one who had sucked him off, kissing him deeply, tasting himself there. "Lucid."
"Hello, pretty," Lucid replied. "We missed you."
Laughing softly, he turned and met the eager kiss of the second. "Baxter."
Slowly he finally opened his eyes, drinking in the sight of his smiling lovers. "I missed you both, too. Are you home for a bit?"
"Two whole days, pretty," Lucid said, lazily trailing kisses along his shoulder, his arm.
Baxter fed him another kiss, hand stroking along his legs.
"Good," Elton replied, and smiled in satisfaction and renewed lust as the brothers leaned over him to kiss each other.
Naps were good, but there were better things to do with his favorite chaise.
Elton stirred at the touch of warm lips to his wrist, shivering as the mouth continued to trail up his arm until it hit the short sleeve of his shirt.
Fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, pushing it open, two hands splaying across his chest. He shuddered and tried to move, but there were hands everywhere. Tingling. Burning. With a sound that was part moan, part sigh, Elton fell back against the leather chaise on which he'd been dozing. It was probably his favorite piece of furniture in black dragon, wide and long, sinfully perfect for luxurious naps.
And didn’t he feel lazy and spoiled napping in the middle of the day…not that day and night were easy to distinguish in his world, nor was it really necessary to distinguish them. Still, he felt decadent and spoiled.
Especially with the mouth nipping the lobe of his ear, moving along his throat, while another lavished attention upon his nipples. Hands pulled his shirt away completely, shifted him, and Elton found himself sitting in someone's lap, pressed against a hard heat, while another attacked him hungrily from the front.
He groaned, arching back, begging for more, but still did not open his eyes. A mouth closed over his, kissing him properly, and Elton lifted his arms to twine them around the neck of the man kissing him, fingers combing briefly through soft hair that he knew to be as dark and rich as Jupiter ink..
Leaning into the man in front of him, taking kisses like they were necessary to his survival, he did not notice the hands fumbling with his clothes until his pants were shoved open and a hand wrapped firmly around his cock, pumping firmly. Elton bucked, feeding hungry whimpers into the mouth that would not let his go.
Then he was urged up onto his knees, thrusting him firmly into the embrace of the one in front of him, air washing over his skin as his pants were shoved down, the shock of cool air contrasting the hot hands exploring his body making him shudder hard. Still his mouth was not released, except for brief spaces in which to catch his breath.
He rocked, bucked, as warm, wet fingers slid between his crack, delved deep to explore his entrance.
Briefly he was moved again, whimpering as they turned and shifted him, but almost immediately the probing fingers returned and Elton spread his legs a bit more, careful not to go over the edges of the chaise but wanting to grant all the access he could.
Then a hot tongue was bathing his cock, making him jerk, cry out – still he did not open his eyes. He fumbled briefly, not knowing where to put his hands, but they landed on a head, that so-soft hair, and he slid them down to grip the shoulders of the man kneeling before him, sucking him hard and fast now.
Breathing heavily, whimpering and moaning and begging, rocking between the mouth on his cock and the hard, blunt heat now sliding into him with agonizing slowness. Still he kept his eyes closed, content to be swept away by touch, by feel, whimpers turning into cries, moans into shouts, the world dark and dizzying, nothing but a hot mouth consuming him, a hard cock pounding into him. Hands held his hips, guiding his movements as he moved between the two sensations, another set of hands exploring his skin, touching whatever they could reach, touching his cock and the mouth stretched over it.
He screamed as he finally climaxed, and would have collapsed save for the arms which caught him and he soon found himself once more sandwiched between too slender, hot-to-the-touch bodies.
Smiling faintly, he reached out and dragged close the one who had sucked him off, kissing him deeply, tasting himself there. "Lucid."
"Hello, pretty," Lucid replied. "We missed you."
Laughing softly, he turned and met the eager kiss of the second. "Baxter."
Slowly he finally opened his eyes, drinking in the sight of his smiling lovers. "I missed you both, too. Are you home for a bit?"
"Two whole days, pretty," Lucid said, lazily trailing kisses along his shoulder, his arm.
Baxter fed him another kiss, hand stroking along his legs.
"Good," Elton replied, and smiled in satisfaction and renewed lust as the brothers leaned over him to kiss each other.
Naps were good, but there were better things to do with his favorite chaise.
