Another installment in the series: "no one asked for it but you're getting it anyway"
Inspired by Doby's mattress ad over the summer and my love for Alex Carrier (ft. the habs pack!)
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The new position only sends him deeper into that sweet mindspace where all he cares about is giving the pack a show. He can see their faces now, little squares clustered on the FaceTime call; their voices ringing softly in his ear, like a whisper. Slaf shoving popcorn into his mouth, like he’s watching a movie, with Guhls and Arber at either side. Cole, half-turned away from the camera, leaning back to tell Nick to come watch too. Monty whispering to himself in French as his eyes take in the view, tongue darting out to lick his lips. They can all see him, hear how ragged his breathing already is, and it makes Doby ravenous.
He almost misses the warm body pressing into him from above; Alex’s hands grip his hips as he presses his chest to Jakub’s back, leaning over to his free ear. “They all tuned in for the show, Dobs. Are you gonna be good for them?” He can only nod in reply, tries to bury his face into the bedding before a hand on his jaw forces his to look up again, lock his gaze on the camera in front of him. “Are you gonna be a good slut for them? For me?” Another nod and Carey’s grip becomes firmer. Jakub realizes a moment too late that the group probably can’t hear Alex, his voice too low and gravelly for the mic to pick up.
“Say it, Jakub. Tell them what you are.”
With a breathy groan, the goalie locks eyes with himself on the screen, barely recognizes the sweet desperation he sees. “I’m the pack’s slut.” Cheers ring in his ear, push him to keep going. “Gonna put on a show for the pack.” The noises of excitement and encouragement from the group are like a punch straight to his prostate. Jakub’s hips twitch to grind against the bed but he can’t, he has to be good.
“Make him squirm, Carsy,” Kaiden shouts out.
“Too many clothes. Show us some skin, boys!” Slaf chimes in.
