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[Things had gotten out of hand.

Altair hadn't exactly meant for things to go that far, hadn't meant to go down that particular road with Jacob. But there was a strange sort of tension that he had felt building between them, one that was liable to explode in spectacular fashion sooner or later. It felt as though, somewhere along the way, their friendship had transformed from just sending each other details of their sexcapades into something deeper, bordering almost on inappropriate. To anyone with a normal moral compass, at least. Something they both seemed to lack. It wasn't as if there were romantic feelings involved, just unspoken desires that seemed to manifest when they were around one another.

Altair hadn't exactly meant for Malik to actually see the messages that had been exchanged, although he would later admit that he should have known better. Snapping the photo of them while he had been on his knees had been a calculated risk, and despite how careful he had tried to be - had thought he'd been - Malik was far too perceptive to be easily fooled. There had been no struggle when the other man had snatched the phone from his hands, only a look that was very near that of a repentant disciple, praying for salvation and mercy.

Begging for permission to allow those fantasies to come to life. Never before had his pride allowed him to come so close.

"Please, Malik."

Two simple words were all it took to get them here, to get Altair and Jacob resting on their knees before Malik in mock worship.]

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[ Jacob's bobbing now, taking more of Malik with each movement, pulling back only a little after travelling down further, hungrily consuming him, desperate to show him and Altair how much he's learned, desperate to hate Malik filling his mouth and his throat. But that will have to wait, as Altair's lips brush against his heated skin and he pulls back a little, wanting to give Altair the room to enjoy Malik's cock, hard and throbbing just for them, the man's body shivering with want.

He feels Altair move, going lower and lower and Jacob pulls back, saliva caught on his lips before he licks it off and begins to press kisses back over Malik's length, full bottom lip dragging against the vein beneath. He'd love to watch Altair, love to watch his own tongue trace over Malik, but he already knows that he'd not allowed. He's allowed Malik's cock, and he'll enjoy it.

But that doesn't stop one hand moving gently from Malik's leg, to find Altair's hip, to caress over the mass of scared skin and then curl around him. Altair is so hard, so gorgeously turned on by all of this, Jacob can't help but stroke him, pump his cock and then let his fingers trail off. He wants to hear Altair's breath catch, wants to know how much he wants to be touched. As much as Jacob wants it, he's sure, as much as Jacob's body hums with need. But he likes that, he likes being on edge, he likes the desperation. ]

[There's a low, throaty moan as Altair's lips and tongue find the base of his cock and Jacob is bobbing furiously over the rest of him. His appreciation is marked by the rhythmic and more frequent noises being pulled from him, fingers tensing against Altair's scalp to dig his nails in a little before the other starts to move down, down past his balls. He opens his eyes to look down and watch, shifting his weight a little to hook a leg over the arm of the chair. There's a sharp shudder as he's pulled forward and spread open and the first press of warm tongue over aching, tight flesh has him gasping. Between the pair of them, Jacob still hungrily working his lips over his cock, and Altair pressing his tongue to his entrance he arches, breaths chopped softly and hitching. And when he moans again it's gone up an octave, a little more desperate and slutty.

He catches himself, untangling his hand from Altair's hair to press his hand over his mouth again, muffling the next keening moan that's pulled from him. It's lewd, and dirty, all of this is almost too much and the sounds he's making are embarrassing. When it was just Altair he learned to let them be heard, to make more noises of his pleasure for him, to please Altair, but with Jacob there it's as if he's suddenly ashamed of the sounds he makes. He's meant to be the one in charge, to keep himself steady and his moans low. He shouldn't enjoy being eaten out as much as he does, its wrong, but he loves it and it turns him into a mewling, writhing whore. Its as if Altair has let Jacob see a part of him he wasn't meant to. And yet, he absolutely can't help himself.]

Edited 2018-02-03 10:10 (UTC)

[There was absolutely nothing that turned Altair on more than those sounds that would fall from Malik's lips, a beautiful sympathy of loud, desperate moans and slutty whimpers that sent his senses into over drive. Tongue snaking out, flattening against the aching entrance, laving slow, soothing attention over it, each lick lasting a little longer than the one before. A hand reached up, taking advantage of an opening between their bodies and grasped Malik's own, drawing it away from his mouth and tangling their fingers together, ensuring those sounds couldn't be muffled. Even as his tongue dips within the first taunt ring of muscle, working it open slowly with gentle flicks and thrust.

His entire body arches and still as those fingers wrap around his length, the sigh of relief that rises from his throat muffled by the cleft of Malik's ass. Had his hands not been otherwise occupied, he would have gladly returned the favor, hips arching outwards in a desperate attempt to gain more of the touch before it falls away, leaving him empty and longing.]

[ The truth is, Jacob is enjoying something he wouldn't normally see, something he wasn't allowed to see. He's heard details, seen photos of the two of them but it's nothing like being there, watching as Altair slowly takes Malik apart, watching the cold and remote man melt under those gentle licks. The soft noises that grow louder and needer are utterly unexpected, and despite the cock between his lips, he feels a smirk stretch across his features. It's a smirk of pleasure, like the cat who got the cream, because he's witnessed something that he's sure not to forget in a hurry. It's beautiful to see.

But he's sat back too long and as if to make up for it, he puts Altair's lesson into practice, bobbing his head again, taking more and more of Malik's cock in his mouth, until the head touches the back of his throat, and with a quick breath, takes the rest of him.

Malik won't last. Jacob knows that, can feel it building in the core of the man as Altair continues his work with that gifted tongue. And once he does, they'll give him a little while to catch his breath and then really get to work.]

[Malik reluctantly gives his shield up and laces his fingers with Altair's own as another prodding roll of his tongue and the slide of Jacob's lips over him pull a pleasurable cry from him. He arches as Jacob sinks further, bobbing and slowly sheathing him little by little. He's utterly surrounded by heat and wet and it's overwhelming in all the best of ways. He wants to thrust up into Jacob's mouth or rock down onto Altair's tongue but his body is trapped, stilled as he's completely at their mercy. He writhes, hips gently rolling to try and follow every suck or press of tongue and he's completely coming apart. It doesn't take long for him to lose any grip he had on holding back his noises, breathes chopped between gasps and moans of his pleasure.

His breath is completely stolen from his lungs the moment Jacob's lips reach the base of his cock and his head tips back as he tries to remember how to breath. He's so absolutely close and while the other swallows him whole, there's Altair moaning against his ass so the vibration of his voice shudders through him and he's trembling at the precipice of his own release. He's hovering there, needing a bit more of a push, but it's a beautiful torture as Altair expertly works him open, massaging his tongue into him and making him make the most needy sounds. Between the pair of them he wouldn't be able to find words to beg if he wanted to, reduced to panting, and keening and arching, struggling in his seat for his release while they hold him captive just a little longer with their lips and tongues.

He's almost there. Just a little more. A press of a finger into him to milk his prostate, coupled with the thrust of Jacob's mouth over him would set him off almost instantly. Not that he's complaining of course, they are no doubt enjoying how much he's melting for them, reduced to a slutty, shameful mess of sighs and whimpers.]

[Altair almost instinctively knows exactly how close Malik is, having spent so much time pleasing the other with his mouth and fingers, learning each and every sign that would come before release. Their bodies had grown to be incredibly in tune with one another, connecting in ways that he had never before experienced, in ways that were difficult to describe or put into words. Just as it was impossible to describe how much he loved those sounds that were falling from Malik's lips, how much he loved feeling him falling utterly apart for them.

Plunging as deep as his tongue would allow, rolling the wet muscle before retreating, thrusting in and out in a slow, taunting rhythm that bordered just enough. But Malik was close, he could feel the way his entire being seemed to tense in preparation, could feel how he was silently begging to be shattered. Shifting backwards, mouth falling away only to replaced by a finger, slicked with his own saliva, sliding slowly into the overwhelming heat. Seeking out that bundle of nerves, brushing over it softly before thrusting in and out, repeating the motion over and over as his lips found the expanse of a thigh, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh.]

[ Jacob feels the quiver, he feels the way Malik's body tenses as Altair continues to work his magic. It won't be long, and when Malik's orgasm comes, it will be spectacular. That's why Jacob doesn't pull back, not yet. He needs to push Malik right to the edge, to keep building that pressure.

It might be cruel, to give Malik too many sensations to deal with, it might be too much for him, considering this is entirely new. But they want to give him something to really remember, and besides, the harder he comes now, the easier and quicker the next orgasm will be.

While Altair is busy lavishing his attention to Malik's thigh, his fingers working him open, Jacob lets his own hand slide from Malik's hip. Down over dark, flushed skin, dancing over the tight skin and muscle of his lower abdomen and around the base of his cock, so close to where Jacob's lips are stretched. Then they circle lower, brushing over his balls, coaxing him closer and closer to the edge. ]

[It's not long the moment Altair's finger is pressed into him and massaging that sensitive bundle of nerves. He's gasping loudly, whimpering desperately as he shudders and trembles, writhing in his seat. The brush of Jacob's hand, the working of his tongue, throat and lips to cage his entire length in his mouth, the hum of each moan around him, pressed to him. By the third thrust and hard press of the digit in him he shatters completely, bucking as his whole body tenses and his back curls delightfully. He's blinded by his orgasm, as it wracks him like electricity, hot, intense heat swirling and building in his abdomen before breaking out in waves over him. He spills himself into Jacob's throat and all over his tongue, his balls seizing in his hand as they jettison every ounce of come like spurts of liquid heat.

Slowly but surely his body comes down, easing and melting back into the seat until he's a boneless lump, draped dizzily where he sits. His head lulls, chest rising and falling quick and hard with his breaths as he tries to catch them and remember how to fill his lungs properly. His head swimming, eyes glazed and drugged as the world blinks back into focus and he can see the pair of them blurring into view before him. He's barely aware of whether or not all of his seed ended up in Jacob's throat or on his face and neck if he pulled off mid orgasm.]

Edited 2018-03-02 12:44 (UTC)

[ At least it's clear when the organ starts, the sharp movement of Malik's hips, the shudder that runs through him goes Jacob the second he needs to prepare himself, to swallow part of the load down so he can take the rest, pulling back as a little way so he can manage the hot thick cum that fills his mouth and throat. All he wants to do is keep swallowing, greedily suck out as much as he can but he's also fully aware that Altair will want a taste too.

He fights the urgent keep it all for himself, pulling back still further and letting Malik come over his face, over his lips and cheeks, hot and thick. It's all Jacob can do to reach for Altair then, taking him by the chin and pulling him in to a kiss.

It's all tongue, wet and slow, sharing the way Malik tastes in his mouth, letting the Dai watch. He reaches out to stoke Altair's aching cock, enjoying the way Altair reacts to both. ]

[Swollen lips part instinctively, tongue delving into the deep cavern of Jacob's mouth, lapping up the thick salty ropes of come. A low, keening sound emits from within his throat, body shifting and moving until he's crawling into the other's lap, leg's spread wide and weight resting firmly upon the aching length. Fingers card through dark hair, pulling and tugging, tipping Jacob's head back as his tongue continues to plunder his mouth, nails scraping across firm muscles and heated skin.

His entire body is desperate for those talented fingers stroking over his cock, hips rocking back and forth in silent encouragement. Tearing his mouth away from Jacob's takes far more effort than it should, but it's growing harder and harder to get enough air and to keep the burning in his lungs at bay.

Eyes drag over Malik, sharp teeth nipping into the swollen expanse of his bottom lip at the sight, the other's name falling from them in a soft worship. Knowing that the other man was so utterly satisfied and boneless before them, watching as they partook of and enjoyed each other made it all the more pleasurable.]

[For a moment he's spread out in the chair in what would normally look very uncomfortable if it weren't for the fact he's absolutely spent, and just bonelessly drugged and draped wherever his body had sagged. He watches the pair of them as Altair almost greedily crawls into Jacob's lap to tip his head back and consume him. Malik shifts in his seat as he comes down from his high, intrigued and alert as he enjoys the show. He can see how his lover seems to want to almost steal every bit of his taste from Jacob's lips, how he breaks to look at him, eyes lidded and hungry, hips jerking and rolling, wanting desperately as Jacob's hand works his hardened cock.

It's enough to have him straightening up in his seat, both feet on the floor and cock quickly taken in hand. He'll stroke himself to keep it from going flaccid, rolling the damp skin in his fingers to work himself slowly back up again. Though truth be told the sight before him is arousing enough, his own touch is barely noticed, almost mechanical, just enough to keep his cock hard and aching, oversensitive and spent as it is, but wanting more. He squeezes a few beads of cum out of the tip so they roll down into the cleft, there if Altair wants to lean over and take it while Jacob touches him, and claims his body with his hands and mouth.]

Shall I fuck Jacob, Altair? He's been a good boy. Or do you want him first?

[ It's wrong that all Jacob wants in that moment is to keep kissing Altair like that. The hungry, squirming motions of the other man against him send trills down his spine, almost enough to distract him from the ache in his cock. He could go on like this longer, letting his tongue and Altair's caress, letting Altair taste Malik as Jacob's hand strokes him. Malik, for a moment at least, seems content to watch, and that's why Jacob gets all of Altair's attention.

But the moment Malik stirs, the moment his hand begins to lazily pump his cock again, both Altair and Jacob know that their moment of pawing at each other is over.

Jacob won't deny that Malik's offer makes him whine. He wants to be fucked, and right now he doesn't care who does it, as long as they do it soon. As much as his cock aches, as much as he'd love to have someone's hand or mouth on him, he'd much rather be fucked, ass in the air and fingers bruising his hips. The next kiss he presses to Altair's mouth is also part-bite, teeth catching on the other's scarred lip. ]

Someone better fuck Jacob. He's a slut and if someone doesn't do it, he'll pick a cock and climb on it.

[It's growing increasingly difficult to ignore the welling of desire within the pit of his stomach, to ignore how much he wants to be pushed onto all fours and fucked with wild abandon. All he wants to do in that moment is continue plundering Jacob's mouth and continue his mock riding of the hardened length pressed so teasingly against him.

But then there's the sight of those pearly drops seeping out of Malik's cock, waiting for him to lean forward and claim them. And he does, with tongue and lips, licking and sucking until there's nothing left and Malik is left thoroughly milked and rock hard.]

I want to watch you fuck him while I suck him off and let him come all over my face.

[There's a shudder that runs through him the moment Altair obediently leans over and sets to cleaning up his cock, sucking hungrily at the heat once more and lapping up all the cream. He smiles, huffing softly.]

Good. [Is uttered deep, and raspy, hand coming off of his cock to caress along Altair's jaw and swipe his thumb over that scarred, kiss-swollen bottom lip. He leans down to kiss Altair slow and sensual before releasing him. ]

Both of you, follow me. [He'll move out of his throne finally, standing on shaky legs to pick up a bottle of lube. He considers where they are for a moment, then decide on a place, robe open and billowing loosely around him before they disappear into the bedroom. But he doesn't go to the bed, he'll go to a pile of blankets, throws and pillows that are set up in a far corner, sometimes he has guests, sometimes they just like to fuck on the floor instead of the bed. This is one of those moments.

He sits back, and waves them over to join him, tossing the bottle of lube before him for Altair to take.]

Get to it then, my love. Slick his ass up good for me. [He's content to watch them for now.]

[ Jacob doesn't normally get off on being told what to do, not unless someone's got physical power over him, not unless he's tied or bound somehow. But his cock is hard and distracting and getting up and following Malik and Altair keeps him from curling a fist around himself. At least for a moment.

Once they're in the bedroom, and Malik's issuing Altair's orders, Jacob knows what to do. He sinks down onto the cushions, spreading his legs a little, and then leans down, forearms in the comfortable pile of fabric, ass in the air.

Altair might have sucked his cock but that's as far as it's gone, unless you count the occasional helping hand. This is new, this sends a tingle up and down his spine and makes him wriggle a little in anticipation, unable to help himself. ]

Yes Altair, don't keep Malik waiting.

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