Feet feeling heavy, Josh sort of swayed in the doorway like a tree branch, lip sucked into his own mouth as his eyes dance between the two beautifully post-fucked men. Gosh they were both so fucking sexy. His mind reels and Josh notices how well used Sonny looked, hard bruises and scratch marks that were indications of Blurryface laying wreck to someone. Normally that someone was them so it was strangely surreal to see it echoed onto another personâs body for a change. Was Josh maybe a little jealous it was Sonnyâs turn to be stained by Tylerâs darkness? Perhaps, but Josh was also elated and intrigued for a third person to be involved in their hidden lifestyle. Sonny had obviously been able to handle Blurryface, which was least to say, impressive. It had taken Josh years of panic attacks, self doubting, reassurance and the learning of new skills to be in the position they were now to feel able to combat the entity that lives inside Tyler. But Josh never wanted to feel fully in control of himself anyway, that was part of the fun, being naive and imperfect with the dark clairvoyance that was Blurryface.
They notice Sonnyâs body language and Josh shivers a little trepidatious excitement. Tyler is smirking to them too, âYeah, Sonny is absolutely right, Kitten, come get cozy with us.â He says and is patting the dark green mattress with his hand. Josh nods his head towards the kitchen. âI-I wanted to get my tea.â They mumble out, stumbling over to the counter to pick up their mug, hiding their increasingly blushing face behind it. âAre you sure thatâs all you want baby?â Oh god Tyler, why do you have to be such a sadist, even withoutBlurry in control? Josh shifts his weight back and forth on the balls of their feet, hips swaying left and right anxiously, sipping a gulp of the still appropriately warm tea. It was bitter and Josh considers retrieving some honey from the cabinet but Tyler is making eyes at him and he feels frozen to the spot, dripping with mounting desire so hot that he can feel it seeping into the cool tile he stood on.
âCâmere, Josh.â Tyler makes a beckoning motion with his arm, sitting up on his elbows so the shared blanket falls to expose his chest, the black geometry of his tattoos flashing darkly. Josh obeys willingly, walking over to him like a trained animal. Tyler reaches out to hook a couple fingers into the waistband of their shorts so he can tug them in closer against the edge of the couch. Joshâs breath catches in their throat in surprise, nearly spilling their tea on the floor, so they ungracefully set it down onto the coffee table. They figure they wonât really have the opportunity to drink it in the next few minutes anyway.
Tylerâs breath is warm against his clothed stomach as he leans into him and presses his face into the spot, nudging the fabric of Joshâs shirt with his nose so it hikes up. He presses open mouthed lazy kisses to their toned belly and Josh feels their hard on respond in earnest. Tylerâs fingers trace around their hips, squeezing gently and he looks up and down Joshâs body ravenously, gaze stopping at his shorts that contained obvious excitement. âHmm. You got so worked up about us, didnât you sweetie?â Tyler looks up to Josh with heavily lashed dark eyes, hair and lips still bedraggled from their previous activities. He looked sleepy but excited still and Josh exhales a soft gasp of lust. Josh had been so patiently waiting, wanting his partnerâs cold hands and hot mouth for the past hour, maybe more. Who was he kidding, he always wanted Tyler. Even after years of being with each other, becoming so familiar with the curves of muscle and sensory responses of the otherâs body, the anticipation of being touched by him drove Josh absolutely wild to this day. Tyler presses an achingly soft kiss to the front of his shorts and Josh gasps, âOh!â His knees buckle a little and he has to rest his hand on Tylerâs shoulder to support themselves from crumpling. Joshâs eyes dart to Sonny, then to Tyler, then back again and he feels really overwhelmed by both the fact he had an audience of two beautiful people and how Tyler was practically displaying him to Sonny like a goddamn toy.
It wasnât their first time for a third to be included, in fact, Jenna, Tylerâs ex girlfriend had often wanted in on their love making. Josh and Tyler were eager to oblige, Jenna was a very gorgeous woman and Josh adored her greatly. She was pretty amazing in bed, and tended to have a dominant streak. Times with her were always fun, but never felt the need to be expected and it didnât get too heavy besides just casual fucking. Since Jenna didnât know the extent of Blurryface, Tyler used the usual excuse of âbipolar disorder with manic depressive tendenciesâ which, by paper was what he had been professionally diagnosed with. However this time with Sonny involved felt different, he was totally aware of Blurryface, so Josh felt an openness with him, an almost kinship that said something along the lines of, âHey, we both have been fucked by Tylerâs darkest side, we donât have anything to hide so, whats up?â It felt really nice to share that commonality with somebody.
Josh trembles, hand that wasnât using his boyfriend as support comes up to their pink hair to rake through it frettingly. âMâyou wanna give our friend a little show, sweetie?â Tylerâs voice was raw and tired sounding and Josh almost wanted to say wait and make him another cup of tea but there were hands already tugging his shorts down, palming his cock and groping his ass. âA-ah.â Is all Josh responds with and nods his head, grip tightening on Tyler as his head spins with a bubbly concoction of arousal and nerves. His boyfriend drags his tongue across the already wet front of his briefs and Josh sucks in a sharp breath, watching his pink wet lips part and his eyelashes fan across his tan cheeks. âDid you not finish yourself off in the studio?â Tyler laughs breathily against Joshâs crotch, flashing him a playful smile. âSometimes I think maybe youâre a little bit too obedient.â Hot breath ghosting against the sensitive area of Joshâs lower stomach, Tylerâs hands are up under his shirt now, rough finger pads tracing over the contour of their stomach and lower back, sending small flashes of electric blue pleasure from their spine straight into their crotch. For the love of God Tyler, please just take me into your mouth. And as if heard, Tyler slips the underwear down to Joshâs thick thighs, looking up again with that fucking stupid smile of his that made Josh melt into a puddle of pink and orange.
Josh feels abashedly exposed, cock twitching from the cold air and voyeurism. They look at Sonny again, eyes drinking in his beautiful self, pale skin that was littered with smokey hickeys like splatters of paint against white paper, his hair was so black and contrasted to the rest of his soft light face, he seemed to sink into itâs dark voluptuousness comfortably. Josh can only imagine that itâs incredibly soft. He wants to touch Sonny, is close enough to, wants to include him and feel the curves of his body, but also wasnât sure if thatâs something he wanted and if so, how.
Gentle biting and soft touches against their inner legs brings their attention back to Tyler as he was grabbing at Joshâs ass and possessively squeezing. Tylerâs fingers come to trace just above his left knee where Tyler himself had tattooed his name onto him. This was something Tyler did when feeling the need to reaffirm their relationship. Tyler could be possessive and it had been a problem in the past, jealousy was a common challenge that was always hard in a partnership no matter who you speak to, but with enough reassurance and patience, overtime Tyler had been able to loosen his vice grip on the idea of Josh âbelongingâ to Tyler and only Tyler. They really didnât have to prove that to anyone, even to each other, after years, their past and present told all it needed to. Tyler and Josh both equally understood how important and special they were in the otherâs eyes. Learning to trust the other came easier than trusting yourself. It meant being incredibly open and human and even as scary as that was; Josh found that being that way was easiest with Tyler. And just because they were in love didnât mean they couldnât have time with other people who were also important to them. Tyler had to learn that rather harshly, is still learning it. Josh was patient, and Tyler, as stubborn as he was, was willing to put in the hard work. Isnât that what a good relationship is? Attempting to learn and become better people together, for them and for yourself.
Josh groans as Tyler is placing little delicate licks to the V of his hips. Their hand comes to grab desperately at Tylerâs short cropped hair, tugging to communicate that he really just needed to get off, please stop teasing me. Tyler bites him a little harder this time on the hip in response to his hair being pulled, Josh whines rather pathetically but finally, finally, Tyler gives a nudge of his nose against the base of Joshâs cock, kisses there wetly, and trails his mouth down their length. He takes them into his mouth and Josh sighs in utter relief, watching Tyler work his magic on him. God he was so fucking good at giving head. Josh was so stunned the first time he ever took them down his throat.
âAre you s-sure youâve never done that??â Josh had squeaked out as Tyler was wiping his messed mouth with the back of his hand. They were in the treehouse that Tyler and his brothers had built together. It was often a hideout for him and Josh after his mother found out about them. âYeah, no that was totally new. Iâve done stuff with a girl beforeâŠbut never a dude.â Josh shook his head, blushing. âI donât believe you man, you like, you have n-no gag reflex!â Tyler had to burst into laughter, cuffing Josh on the shoulder playfully. âDunno dude, guess Iâm just a natural dick sucking champ.â Josh rolled his eyes and scooted into Tylerâs side sleepily. âDo you like, have to be competitive with everything Tyler?â He ruffles Joshâs curls and grins. âI donât have to compete if Iâm already the best at it.â Josh rolls their eyes again.
It was like everything Tyler did, once he was focused on something, he was so invested in it. This particular activity he was invested in was one of Joshâs favorites to the experience. Well this and when Tyler performed. His partner bobbed him up and down his throat in rhythm, filling in the gaps of friction by using his hand. Josh felt like an instrument being played by a musician, so in awe by watching Tylerâs strong deliberate hands work him methodically, how his tongue was careful to lap at the underside of his slit, exactly where it sent sparks of white hot pleasure through him, his eyes were closed blissfully, nostrils flaring out from breathing around his girth. Tyler pulls off him with a lewd pop. Eyes flash open, âShirt off too, want to show you off to Sonny.â He demands in a slur, looking to the other on the couch briefly in acknowledgment. Josh groans and does as they are told, shedding the shirt that was beginning to stick to their sweaty skin.
Josh knows logically he doesnât have a really valid reason to feel self conscious, I mean he works hard on keeping in shape and Tyler consistently tells him how he looks like a greek God (Josh thinks thatâs going a little far but Tyler was dramatic like that), the harsh awareness of being stark naked in front of someone other than Tyler does take them by surprise however. Josh is anxiously wondering what Sonny thinks of them, hopes they look okay, hopes they are aroused by him, wants to touch him, wonders if thatâs okay. Joshâs mouth was so dry and his knees felt weaker than usual, and with frustration, Josh realized a panic attack was starting to threaten the edges of their mind and it made everything seem like a shaky film recording. Josh blinks to try and steady his vision. He hates when their anxiety ruins a perfectly good moment like this and they want to be upset with themselves for it, but in the chaos that was starting to happen in the reality of their skull, Tyler knowingly locks eyes with him and he slows his motions. A hand comes to rest on his lower back and rubs there soothingly. âYou look beautiful, as always.â Josh smiles to him through a bitten lip, appreciating the fact that Tyler was capable of feeling energy changes in them so easily. It made it so conveniently effortless when Josh was at a loss for words, Tyler always had them to fill in the gaps. Tyler squeezes his dick again reassuringly and Josh lets out a puff of nervously held air, almost forgetting that this was what they were doing, they relax into their partnerâs touch. âWould you be okay with Sonny helping me, Kitten?â Tyler looks to the man sharing the blanket with him again, smirking suggestively. âI have a feeling he may enjoy that.â Josh swallows, Tyler was always seeming to speak the thoughts that Josh was too self concious to voice. Another convenience. Josh watches Sonny as well, arousal flashing through his whole body excitedly at the suggestion. Oh yeah that was something Josh would be totally okay with. âI-I-yes that would be cool.â Cool. What are you? Seventeen again? He feels dumb and hopes that Sonny would see past his awkwardness and want him. Swallowing dryly, Josh swivels their hips towards Sonny, hoping that he looked inviting.
Tyler reaches out to Sonny, stroking ever so gently against his soft arm, letting him know in a sensory color of orange that he was welcomed and safe, that he wasnât intruding on something if he participated. Infact, God, Tyler desperately wanted Sonny to join him, wanted to make it clear to Josh how beautiful and desirable they truly were. Tyler loved to boast about Josh, how gorgeous they were, how talented, how kind, just loved being able to see them and think internally, âThatâs my Josh and no one will ever have the same connection to them as I do.â He often didnât feel allowed to express that socially. And in a sudden moment of plummeting thought, Tyler becomes obsessed with the possibility of Sonny being better than him, Josh liking him more than Tyler. That idea threatens to extrapolate itself into a deep winding road, curving down into the trenches of Tylerâs mind that he tried to steer clear of. No. No, he repeated internally. Josh and him understood where their loyalty lay to each other. They communicated that often. Tyler has no reason not to trust Josh. Even if he did have a deep seeded fear of Josh one day deciding that his selves were too much to handle and leaving him for someone more normal. Admittedly he often felt vigilant over Josh, subconsciously keeping an energetic cage around him because he feared what the outside world could do to influence him. That same outside world that had mocked and misunderstood Tyler all his life. He didnât know how that could change Joshâs perception towards him. Tyler knows this is an insecurity of his and a tiny voice in his mind that wasnât Blurryface reminded him of how inadequate he truly felt most of the time. Thatâs where all the fear came from. That doesnât mean I canât feel able to share him though, itâs only fair, he decides, in fact the idea was extremely exciting for him. Josh, being used and pleasured under the supervision of Tyler himself. Fuck, the idea was actually so delicious it shakes Tyler from his worrying thoughts and licking his lips, he decides to lean over to kiss Sonnyâs mouth, fingers still wrapped around his partner. Sonny was so nice to kiss, Tyler remembered and he sighs happily to be close to the other again. He could trust Sonny. He could trust Josh. He could trust himself. That last thought rang like a bell, feeling unfamiliar in his mind, but satisfying.
This time Tyler was softer about his touches, he had already satisfied himself (and Blurryface) earlier so he didnât feel nearly as desperate to be physical with Sonny, but even this closeness, whilst giving intimate attention to his partner, was enough to stir interest in his belly and dick. âHmm.â Tyler flutters his eyes open as he pulls away from the kiss, he smirks and turns to look at Josh again, wrist flicking to give a tug of attention to their cock. âHeâs all yours, my friend.â And Tyler, somewhat fearfully, grants Sonny access to the most preciously important area of his life; Josh.
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The nervous energy radiating from Josh made Sonny feel more sure of himself, the desire to make them more comfortable overriding his own anxiety and making him feel more confident and mischievous. They were so endearingly bashful, but it seemed that he and Tyler both had no problem discerning what it was they wanted - Sonny wanted nothing more in that moment than to give it to them, to make their fantasies that had been swirling through their head as they listened in the next room come true. This was what he was comfortable with, what he knew - sex and desire was so easy to navigate, it was what came after that scared him, the complexities of emotion and complications of reality that set in once everyone was satisfied. But it was so easy to get caught up in the quickly building heat again, especially with the gorgeous scene unfolding before him, the air already warm and heavy around them.
The sight of Tyler and Josh, of Tyler lovingly taking his partner into his mouth, salaciously and intentionally putting on a show for him, left him entranced. They were both so beautiful, and the energy that they emitted, bright and warm as the rays of the sun when they were together, was almost overwhelming. They fit together like puzzle pieces, seeming to share an understanding that completely transcended words, and it stirred something in Sonny that was equal parts envy and inspiration. It was tempting to be intimidated, and on some level he still was, but Sonny couldnât deny the power of the display he had the privilege of viewing, of sharing. And fuck, Tyler was so impressively good with his mouth - his cock twitched with interest at the memory of being on the receiving end of those talents. Tyler was ridiculously talented on so many levels.
Drawn further out of his head and back into the grounding reality of pure sensation when Tyler broke the spell and kissed him, Sonny melted into it with a little sigh, earning some of the sweet, soft attention that he craved after such an intense experience with Tyler (and with Blurryface). Sonny was tired and sore and a bit oversensitive, but his body still tingled with a complicated potion of endorphins, and the kiss had sparked up a low, slow burning flame in him. Tyler was inviting him in, reminding him that he was welcome and not just an outsider looking in on them, and Sonny smiled sheepishly when he pulled away from him, half hard and aching to be touched, to be held, to be filled again (and not so empty). At Tylerâs words, his permission that was obviously not lightly given, Sonny turned his smile to Josh, expression growing more impish and determined as he took in the state of them, making eye contact that seemed to ask permission from them, too.
Josh looked so deliciously wrecked already, and Sonny was in awe of their body - statuesque, like something from a museum, perfect expanses of soft skin stretched over muscle hard and smooth like marble, decorated with bursts of graffiti color. They looked like pure art. Wordlessly communicating with Josh, receiving the confirmation that he needed that this was what they wanted from their body language and the look in their eyes, Sonny slinked forward towards them at the edge of the couch, on his knees and worshipfully taking their hips into his hands, grabbing hungrily at the delightfully round and firm muscular curve of their ass. Savoring the moment and the connection that he felt when he looked up at Josh, Sonny didnât break eye contact as he licked them wetly from base to tip, letting out a shaky little sound of pleasure as he did. Being on display like this was doing something to him that he didnât expect, his fully hard cock now poking up from between his thighs to meet his belly button as he leaned forward on his knees to take Josh into his mouth while Tyler watched.
Giving head wasnât exactly Sonnyâs expertise, but it wasnât for lack of enthusiasm - his gag reflex and his throat was sensitive, but he did his best to overcome it with skillful use of his tongue, pushing himself as far as he could take to please his partner. He whimpered and choked slightly around Josh - who was fucking big, jesus - wanting to touch himself but holding back to make it last longer, hands still firmly on Joshâs hips. Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes and a little drool dripped down his lips as he worked Josh with everything he had, moaning around their cock wantonly and pulling back with an obscenely wet sound, a string of saliva and precum connecting his swollen lips to their cock. âFuck.â He gasped out, head spinning, eyes glassy with lust and something just a bit dark. Overcome with desire, Sonny couldnât help himself, and with a surprising amount of strength pulled Josh towards him, towards the couch, and shoved them down onto it with a sound not unlike a hungry little growl, pouncing on them. He was hungry. Sonny wanted more, more, more.
Looking to both of them for an interjection and hearing none, Sonny let himself sink into his fire, kissing and licking and sucking the beautiful solid expanse of Joshâs chest, desperately willing himself not to bite like he wanted to, straddling Josh and kissing hotly at their neck, feeling the warm rhythm of their pulse like a drum, stirring something primal in him that wanted to devour. Buzzing with intensity, desperate for touch, for connection, to feel full and wanted, Sonny pulled Josh into a dizzying kiss. Throat wrecked from being choked out, and his admirable attempts at deep throating, Sonnyâs voice was gravelly and smokey and full of crackling arousal as he slowly ground their hips together at a teasing pace, gasping against Joshâs lips when their cocks made contact, âWanna ride you - can I ride you?â It was a question for Josh and Tyler both, eyes darting up to meet Tylerâs for a moment, and Sonny waited with bated breath, holding Josh down demandingly with only a fraction of his true strength, wanting to take control, to demand, to consume. Blurryface was right, he was a twisted creature, and it was so hard to hold back the desire to bite Joshâs smooth flesh until he drew blood, to taste their fear, to use their body for his pleasure until they begged him to stop - but he pushed it down, burning for something he couldnât articulate, aching to feel the power of connection again.
