Serendipity alone cannot describe the good fortune that Carlos picked up that extra shift at the catering company, nor can it begin to explain how in a single night, the course of his life was forever altered. As he packs three lunches, all made from scratch, he remembers the night before. Buck's hand in his hair, TK's lips on his thighs, Eddie's hand at his waist- all three of them take care of him in every sense of the term, and Carlos can't imagine a better life.
Serendipity alone cannot describe the good fortune that Carlos picked up that extra shift at the catering company, nor can it begin to explain how in a single night, the course of his life was forever altered. As he packs three lunches, all made from scratch, he remembers the night before. Buck’s hand in his hair, TK’s lips on his thighs, Eddie’s hand at his waist- all three of them take care of him in every sense of the term, and Carlos can’t imagine a better life.
He secures the lids on top of the small tupperwares containing servings of pasta. It’s nothing fancy, and it’ll reheat well. This is such a small thing, in comparison to everything his boyfriends do for him, but he feels like it matters to take care of them, even in such a small way. All across the penthouse, he can hear them going about their morning routines. Buck has finished his morning workout and is now in the shower. By the sounds of it, Eddie is in there with him and not doing all that much to hurry the process of cleaning up along. It sounds like TK is watching the morning news, probably while he fumbles through the process of putting on his tie- when he does eventually give up, Carlos will fix the knot and straighten it for him.
Carlos puts the pasta into the lunch boxes, and turns his attention to cutting up fruit. It feels a little domestic. He knows that the three of them were taking care of each other as well as they could before him, but when they’re all living in the same cutthroat corporate environment, some things just slip through the cracks, and that includes breakfast and lunch. All three lunch boxes are identical and well stocked, far more professional looking and well insulated than anything Carlos had growing up.
“Good morning, beautiful,” TK says as he walks into the main area. True to Carlos’ assumption, his tie is crooked. Carlos takes it in hand and begins to fix it right away, trying his best not to be distracted by TK’s hands settling on his waist and threatening to explore further. “How do you look this good at seven in the morning?”
He laughs and finishes fixing TK’s tie, which allows him to grab his chosen travel mug off the counter and hand it over. TK prefers espresso with a lot of oat milk, a lot of sugar, and a lot of caramel sauce. It’s barely coffee, in Carlos’ opinion, but he likes it that way and it seems to wake him up. As he takes a huge drink, Carlos goes back around the counter and piles a breakfast burrito and a few strawberries onto a plate, which he then slides over to TK.
Just as TK picks up a strawberry to eat, Buck comes out next. He’s still a little flushed from his shower activities, but he’s completely put together save for his shoes. He swipes his own cup of black coffee off the counter, downs it in a matter of seconds, and accepts the offered plate of breakfast.
“You’re an angel,” Buck praises. He then promptly shoves half of the burrito in his mouth and starts rifling through his lunch box to see what’s packed. “Fuck, this is good.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Eddie scolds, joining them at last.
He scarfs down his fruit and puts his own breakfast burrito- wrapped purposefully in tin foil- into his pocket to eat while he goes through his emails when he gets to work. Eddie is rarely hungry first thing in the morning, but so long as he gets breakfast eventually, Carlos doesn’t mind him putting it off a bit.
“Fun plans for the day, baby?” TK asks.
Carlos shrugs and starts putting things into the dishwasher, now that everyone has their plates and mugs and such. “I don’t know. I was thinking I might invite Michelle over for a bit, maybe have a couple drinks, or something.”
Buck nods between bites of his breakfast. “Don’t drink too much, we have a party tonight, remember?”
“I remember.”
He thinks about the outfit hanging up in the closet, hand picked by his boyfriends and then tailored to fit him perfectly. Most of his clothes are, but for these parties, it’s always just a little different. These parties, while primarily social, are sometimes the place of business deals that have too many zeroes tacked onto the end of them. Carlos knows what the expectations are. Be good. Be pretty. Be there. He’ll probably make a couple drinks for the four of them to have, but for the most part, he’s supposed to sit there and look hot. Usually, his clothes determine the mood of the night. Well fitted suits mean it’s more formal. What he has waiting means otherwise.
The shirt is tight, like most of his nicer clothes, but it’s also very thin. His piercings will be visible through the thin pink material. His slacks, a deep, rich black, will accentuate the length of his legs and the curve of his ass. The shoes set aside have just enough of a heel to click against the floor when Carlos walks. None of that is even to mention all the jewelry picked out for him. Absent-mindedly, his hands drift to the chain around his neck. The gold is warm against his skin, a constant reminder that he is wanted and cared for.
“Caterers arrive around four,” Eddie says, now adjusting the cuffs of his suit. “Bartenders at five. We’ll be home around six, as always, and the guests will arrive at seven. I’d like for you to be dressed when we get home.”
“There’s a box on the top shelf of the closet, please add that to your wardrobe,” TK adds.
Before Carlos can wonder what that means, each of his boyfriends kisses him goodbye and files out the door with their lunchboxes, briefcases, and the power that radiates off of them.
Just a few short months ago, Caros had been a caterer at one of these parties. He wasn’t even supposed to be there; he was covering a shift for Michelle because her sister was having a really bad night. Lo and behold, something about him must have been good enough to catch the attention of Buck, TK, and Eddie. It was Buck who pulled a chair out for him and told him to have a seat so they could chat, and he’d make sure Carlos didn’t get in trouble with his boss. Eddie poured him a drink. TK put his hand on Carlos’ leg. One thing led to another, and by the next morning, he found himself curled up in an Alaska King with three of the most handsome men he’s ever laid eyes on and they told him they wanted to see him again.
Reminded of the party, Carlos decides to rain check on Michelle. He likes being shown off, of course, but he can be a bit nervous about the whole thing. People look at him at parties like this. Some of them with desire, some with jealousy. Some with something he can’t quite interpret, but often settles on disgust. Who is he to be rewarded with the attention of TK, Eddie, and Buck? He can’t possibly deserve the lavish lifestyle they give, or anything else that comes with loving them.
He banishes that train of thought from his mind. It’s not helpful. He is enough. He is wanted, and loved, and cared for, and no matter what some random person from the company thinks, he’s earned his place here.
Left to his own devices, Carlos tidies up. The place never gets too messy, because he cleans when he’s bored and the maid comes on Tuesdays, but there’s bits of trash and clutter that accumulated over the course of the previous day. Buck has left some receipts on the desk by the window. Eddie’s running shoes are next to the door, not even on the shoe rack. TK has a bad habit of taking his jewelry off when he gets home and leaving it on the nearest flat surface. It has a way of making the place look more lived in, but it won’t be acceptable when the place is flooded with guests later tonight.
Carlos even takes the time to sweep and mop, trying to run down the clock on the day until it’s closer to time. He lets the caterers in, and then the bartender, and then goes to the more private space of the penthouse, where no guests or employees are permitted. He takes a shower, spending time to make sure he’s clean as expected of him. He puts in his earrings and changes his piercings before getting dressed. He remembers the box TK told him about just as he’s laying his clothes out on the bed and retrieves it.
It has a logo on it he vaguely recognizes, but more important are the contents. Carlos carefully opens the box and unwraps the tissue paper inside to get to the gift. Pale white lace greets him. He pulls the set out one piece at a time until it’s spread atop the covers just like his actual outfit. There’s a bralette, panties, a garter belt, and thigh highs that all exist in the same shade of cream that he just knows will feel so soft against his skin.
He puts it on and takes a moment to admire himself in the mirror before adding his actual clothes for the party. The person he sees in his reflection now is worlds different from the one he once was. Carlos has become something more than just a minimum wage waiter scraping by, for reasons he doesn’t understand, but he dares not question the good fortune.
By the time he’s putting finishing touches on the look- a hint of cologne, his favorite Rolex- his boyfriends walk in. TK whistles, but Buck and Eddie simply give him an appraising look. He imagines this is what runway models feel like when the cameras start flashing.
“We are the luckiest men on the planet,” Eddie finally says.
He closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around Carlos’ waist, pressing kisses up his neck as though he intends to do much more than just admire. That’s how it would go if they didn’t have a party to host. It’ll probably get there by the end of the night, anyways.
“Remember to share,” TK teases.
Eddie rolls his eyes, but finally backs off enough for Buck and TK to get their hands on Carlos next. It’s almost overwhelming, the weight of their hands on his body and pulling his attention in opposite directions. He likes it that way, however, and doesn’t mind when a third pair of hands rejoins them and every inch of his body feels touched.
“You know, we have a bit before people arrive.”
TK laughs at Buck. “That’s not enough time, babe.”
“I don’t mind being late.”
“The rest of us do, and you probably should,” Eddie replies.
Buck looks ready to argue, but then Carlos curls a hand around his tie and pulls him in for a kiss, effectively killing the argument. Not every fight can be solved so easily, but silly ones like this can be dismissed without a second thought.
“Get dressed, now, come on,” Carlos teases, and plops back onto the bed to watch them.
They don’t take as long as Carlos had. They change their shirts from a formal white to something more representative. The black slacks and suit jackets are kept, but otherwise their outfits become more befitting of the party. TK likes bold patterns, and it shows. Eddie wears more charcoal and black rather than anything light, nearly matching the deep color of his suit. Buck winds up in a pale blue shirt that brings out his eyes. All three of them look dressed to kill. One of them alone would draw all attention in any situation, but at each other’s sides, they’re almost frighteningly beautiful.
He doesn’t know what to say, so he remains quiet and admires them. God, he’s lucky. He’s so, so, so damn lucky and he will never take any of this for granted. TK holds out a hand to him to bring him to his feet, which he happily accepts. The clock by the bed tells him it’s almost seven. Guests will be arriving any second. He curls a hand around his necklace and it grounds him just as much as any steadying touch from his lovers. He’s wanted. He’s good enough.
“Why don’t you make us some drinks, baby?” Eddie prompts.
Carlos nods and makes his way over to the bar against the far wall, typically just for show and to display liquor, but currently boasting two smartly dressed bartenders in anticipation of the people coming. He lets himself behind the bartop and pulls out three glasses. For TK, he chooses a selection of fruity white wine, letting it aerate before pouring it into the chilled glass. Buck likes beer best, but won’t drink it at a party like this, so he gets him a glass of proper bourbon, imported all the way from Kentucky because they make it best. Finally, he makes a cosmopolitan for Eddie. By the time they’re all ready and balanced in his hands, people are starting to arrive, meandering straight to the bar or the food carried on platters by white-aproned caterers.
Multiple people give him appraising looks on his way back to his boyfriends, though before they say whatever comes to the tips of their tongues, their eyes land on his clothes and his day collar. He isn’t working the party; he’s taken. They back off without a fight, but he feels their gazes following him all the way until he reaches the sectional where the others are stretched out and engaged in conversation with some investor in a pale grey three piece suit.
He carefully hands the drinks to each of his boyfriends, and then Buck pats his leg in a silent order. Carlos immediately obeys, slipping into his lap at an angle so his back is against one of Buck’s shoulders, and his feet stretch into Eddie’s lap. Eddie sets a hand on his shin in reassurance while Buck wraps his arm around his waist. The investor gives Carlos a long once over, but seems to know better than to say something inappropriate.
“I wanted to discuss your latest venture,” the investor says, eyes never straying far from Carlos. “I heard you’re making a foray into surveillance technology.”
TK nods. He’s also watching Carlos, but with less of a slimy interest and more the usual affection and want. “That’s right. We signed on with Gelicorp last week. They wanted to use our data storage methods in their surveillance drones, and we’re pretty familiar with the usage of video technology- we were involved with Cannon until a few months ago, you may recall. This has huge implications for the future of the company. Already we’re up 3.6% on the Dow Jones since we put the contract on paper, and it looks like we’re going to keep going up.”
“I personally met with your father a few months ago,” Buck interjects. “He said you had a good head on your shoulders, so I should expect your contributions, right?”
The investor laughs and says something in agreement that Carlos has stopped paying attention to. He’s more focused on the fact that Buck is half-hard beneath him than whatever business conversation is happening. Buck catches the look on his face and moves the grip on his waist to his hair, pulling it so he tilts his head back as Buck’s bourbon glass presses to his mouth. He accepts the sip and smiles as he licks the dregs of it off his lips, meeting Eddie’s dark gaze as he does so.
Eventually, the investor wanders off to mingle. Other people, some from work and others merely social contacts, come and go from the sectional on which they sit and have all manner of conversations. Carlos half listens to bits and pieces of it, but mostly just enjoys the atmosphere and the occasional sips of his boyfriends’ drinks. He doesn’t have to listen to any of it. All he has to do is sit here and be loved, and that is something of which he is more than capable. Throughout the party, whenever someone needs to get up- sometimes for another drink, sometimes to use the bathroom, sometimes to talk to guests- he’s passed into another’s lap, but he is always held and made to feel wanted.
By the time the party starts to wind down, his back is to Eddie’s chest, and Eddie has spent the last few minutes sucking hickeys into his neck while TK runs an innocent hand up and down his inseam. Buck isn’t touching him right now, but Carlos knows better than to take it as a lack of interest. It’s merely a result of Buck trying to make some last minute connections and getting too focused on the people around them rather than their safe little bubble.
“Why don’t you get some water from the fridge and bring it to the bedroom,” Eddie whispers in his ear. “We’ll meet you there in a few.”
Carlos gets up to retrieve the water bottles, earning a brief smack to his ass from TK in the process. He casts a shy smile and a wink over his shoulder as he goes.
While it seems most everyone has left, the party was still crowded enough at its prime for Carlos to need to make polite excuses as he works through the groups of people toward the kitchen. He catches his breath in the calmer space before getting the water. All the people, all the noise, can be a bit overwhelming, and he’s so turned on that he’s a little dizzy. Anyone who cared to look would be able to see the bulge in his slacks.
“Hey.”
He looks up at the unfamiliar voice to see a striking young man, probably about the same age as Carlos, in a forest green button down rolled up to his elbows. He looks a bit more rugged than most of the white collar workers who come around, so he must be a social guest or perhaps somebody’s plus one.
“Hey,” Carlos says. He doesn’t want to be rude, but he also doesn’t want to disappoint his boyfriends by not listening. “I’ve gotta go, so…”
The man leans forward against the counter and smiles at him. “What’s the rush? I’ll drive you home. Or to my place, if you’d prefer.”
Carlos reaches up to his necklace for reassurance. He knows he isn’t going anywhere, and that there’s no way this guy can make him- especially here and now- but it still puts him a little on edge to be hit on by a stranger. A month or two ago, he had a pretty close call he’d prefer not to think about.
“I’m sorry, I- uh, I’m actually here with-”
“They don’t have to know, it’ll be our little secret.” The salacious tone is accompanied by a wink that sends shivers down Carlos’ spine. “I’d like to see what your clothes aren’t doing a good job hiding.”
Before either of them can say anything else, someone clears their throat. Carlos is relieved to see Buck standing over the man’s shoulder, arms crossed. While this man is certainly imposing, Buck is bigger than he is and a lot more important in every sense of the term.
“We don’t tolerate sleazy disrespect here, or at the company,” Buck says calmly, “especially not to my boy, here. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, and not to come back to work on Monday.”
“Mr. Buckley-”
Eddie and TK approach as well, Eddie adding, “It’s not up for debate. He’s ours.”
The man looks like he wants to argue, but knows better. He swallows and shows himself out among the other people making their leave. Eddie reaches out to put a hand on Carlos’ shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance. Carlos nods to indicate he’s alright and finally pulls four water bottles from the fridge. He intends to carry them himself, but Buck holds out his hands to take them and adds a short order.
“Crawl.”
Carlos doesn’t even hesitate to sink down to his knees. While the cold tile of the main space of the penthouse is unrelenting under his knees, the act of crawling to the bedroom is one that gently eases him down into the floaty space of mind that comes with submitting for his boyfriends. His lovers. His dominants.
He can feel their eyes on him as they slowly walk behind him, the caterers still packing up their things and leaving. Tomorrow, the maid will come in for the second time this week to clean the mess. For now, though, all that matters is Carlos being a good boy for those who love him.
When he finally reaches their bedroom, he makes to stand up, but TK puts a hand on his shoulder to keep him down. No standing, then. He does, however, shift from all fours to kneeling, which is much more comfortable but keeps the purpose the same. No one corrects him on this change.
“You did so well tonight,” Eddie praises. “You were such a good boy for us, and you looked so beautiful. Take off your suit, show us how you look in the pretty new things TK picked out for you.”
Carlos stands up and starts by stripping away his jewelry. It all goes onto the dresser to be put away tomorrow. Then he takes off his shirt first, revealing the bralette, and folds it crisply to set aside for later. His shoes come next, then his socks, and at last his slacks so he’s down to nothing more than his lingerie in front of them. Every inch of his body feels like it’s being compressed by the weight of their gaze, but in the best possible way.
“It looks even better than I imagined,” Buck says.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
While the title isn’t one TK or Eddie particularly enjoy, the mere mention of it makes Buck’s pupils blow wide. He knows that he could call Buck sir, just as he does Eddie and TK, and that would still be fine, but he likes to give all of them exactly what they want.
Buck sits on the edge of the bed and spreads his legs wide for Carlos to step between, which he happily does. He finally gets a real kiss from him, one that steals his breath and makes it hard to focus on the way Buck is squeezing his ass. The competing sensations have him whining in a matter of moments. Buck laughs a little.
“Oh, baby, are you desperate already?”
He nods and reaches to cling to Buck’s shirt, but his hands are batted away with a reminder to be a good boy. The words are accompanied by Eddie pressing up against his back and grinding into his ass. He knows he’s definitely going to get fucked tonight, it’s just a matter of who and how.
Eddie wraps the chain around Carlos’ neck around his fingers and pulls tight, causing the warm metal to dig into his throat. He instinctively tips his head back onto Eddie’s shoulder in response. It takes so much effort to keep his eyes open, but he knows that his boyfriends like him to see everything that’s happening- save for the rare occasion they break out the blindfold.
“On the bed,” TK orders.
Buck stands up and gets out of the way for Carlos to do as told. He isn’t sure exactly how they want him, so he settles for the usual position- up on his knees, head pillowed in his folded arms so that his upper body is flat against the bed. It immediately leads to who can only assume is TK peppering kisses on his ass and upper thighs, judging by the slight scratch of stubble.
He tries to stay still, but can’t help the small thrusts of his hips because of how desperate he is to be touched already. TK responds by gripping his hips tightly and keeping him in place. “Don’t make me spank you, babe.”
“That’s hardly a punishment,” Eddie replies. “He likes it too much.”
“If you really wanted to punish him, take off your belt.”
Carlos whines in response to Buck’s words, which makes them all laugh a little. Buck takes that opportunity to get onto the bed near the headboard, down to just his boxers. It takes a little maneuvering, but he guides Carlos’ head into his lap and plays with his hair while TK teases him. He doesn’t know quite where Eddie is, something which once would have made him nervous, but doesn’t anymore; he knows that he’s safe, and they love him.
His presence makes itself known once more when Eddie murmurs something to TK and his weight causes another dip in the mattress. It’s more than likely Eddie who pulls his panties down his thighs and presses down on the small of his back to force him into a tighter arch. Out of the three of them, Eddie tends to be the one calling the shots over the other two, though they’re all in charge and all more than happy to make Carlos squirm.
“You’re so pretty,” Eddie praises.
“Thank you, sir.”
Eddie must give Buck a look, because he reaches onto the nightstand to get the lube for him, and Buck reaches into his boxers to pull himself out. Instantly, Carlos’ mouth starts watering and he tries to put it to good use, but Buck stops him with a tight grip in his hair.
“Wait for permission like a good boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
TK laughs as he spreads Carlos’ cheeks. “Oh, how can you deny him when he’s so polite, Buck?”
“Guess you’re right. Open, baby.”
When he opens his mouth, Buck doesn’t immediately take advantage of the fact. Instead, he spends a long moment tracing Carlos’ lips with the head of his cock, watching him closely, until Eddie pushes a lubed finger into him. Carlos’ slight gasp seems to be the thing he was waiting for. Of course Buck isn’t overly rough with him, but he’s certainly not gentle as he pulls Carlos down by the hair until he has to take deep breaths through his nose to avoid gagging.
As if they’re all attempting to overwhelm him with sensation- something Carlos wouldn’t put past his boyfriends- TK closes a wet fist around Carlos’ dick and starts up a slow but steady rhythm that has him moaning already. For once, Eddie also seems more interested in working him open than teasing him, so he adds a second finger almost as soon as Carlos has adjusted to the first. He’s so bombarded with sensation that there’s absolutely no way for him to think about anything besides their points of contact with him.
“Carlitos,” Eddie says sharply, drawing his attention and suggesting it wasn’t the first time he’d tried to get Carlos’ attention. “I have a question for you.”
He tries to pull off Buck to answer, but Buck holds him down, greeting Carlos with a raised eyebrow when he looks up at him. All he can do is wait for Eddie to ask it, and hope he can communicate to respond.
“Do you think you can take TK and I both, baby? It’s alright if the answer is no.”
Carlos takes a moment to think about it. They’ve done it a couple of times before, but with a lot of prep physically and emotionally. He would have said yes if they asked earlier, but this late in the evening, he’s just not emotionally prepared, so he hums his dissent. TK kisses his thigh.
“Okay. Good boy, communicating your limits,” Eddie praises.
He takes a deep breath to center himself, during which his boyfriends let him relax. They’re perfect like that. Once he nods- as much as he can with Buck’s cock down his throat- it all resumes at the same intensity as before. He can only guess as to what’s in store for him when Eddie deems a few moments with three fingers to be enough prep. TK moves, letting go of Carlos’ dick and laughing at his whine of protest, so he can sit up on the bed next to him. At some point, he’s also stripped down to nothing. Carlos can’t turn his head to look at him, occupied as he is, but he wishes he was able to make him feel good too.
Then Eddie pushes into him, slick with lube but still providing a slow burn with the way he stretches Carlos open on his not insubstantial cock. He’s long and thick enough that taking it always makes Carlos sore for a day, no matter how well he’s prepared. He moans, causing Buck to lift his hips up and thrust deeper into Carlos’ mouth.
“I will never get tired of this,” Eddie says, voice breathy enough to betray how much he’s enjoying himself. “Fuck, Carlos, you’re perfect.”
TK grabs one of Carlos’ hands and guides to touch him, giving Carlos the opportunity to pleasure him as well. There’s nothing quite like the knowledge that they all feel good because of him, and they want to reward him by giving back that same pleasure. He’s so lucky.
“My turn,” TK whines.
Just like that, Buck guides Carlos’ mouth off of him. He makes a downright pathetic sound in protest, but the separation is only for TK to slip almost into Buck’s lap and pull Carlos in close enough to suck him off instead. Like this, both TK and Buck are touching his head and his shoulders, all while Eddie fucks him with the steady precision of a machine.
“Behave, boys,” Eddie warns, earning a nod from Buck and a playful eye roll from TK. Eddie yanks Carlos’ hips up a little higher. The change in angle is exactly what he needed. He’d be screaming in pleasure if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.
“Gonna let him come?” TK asks, half-lidded eyes trained on Carlos’ face.
Eddie huffs behind Carlos. “Probably. He was very well behaved today.”
“I, for one, would like to see him beg for it,” Buck says.
“His mouth has better uses than satisfying your Daddy kink.”
TK’s teasing comment has incensed Buck now, and by extension, Eddie. Carlos knows not to get in the middle of that. Eddie pauses. The sudden lack of friction is torture, but Carlos gets the sense that he’ll be taken care of well, as always. Although he can’t see them, he can imagine the heated looks they exchange over his head.
Suddenly, both TK and Buck are gone, leaving Carlos to collapse into the pillows and gasp for breath, suddenly keenly aware of how swollen his lips are and the amount of drool dripping down his face. Eddie pulls out, but before Carlos can voice a complaint, Buck takes his place. It must say something about the frequency of their dalliances that he knows who’s fucking him just by the feel of their cock. If he had any illusions otherwise, however, Buck’s large hands bracketing his hips would clear them up.
Eddie pins TK down next to Carlos- another advantage of having such an exorbitantly large mattress. He watches them as best he can as he’s fucked so hard that he begins to inch up the bed. While he knows there’s no genuine anger here, that Eddie is simply enforcing some respect, the roughness with which Eddie throws TK over his lap to spank him is enough to make a thrill run down Carlos’ spine.
Midway through TK’s spanking, Carlos realizes he’s broaching the point of desperation. “Can I come?” he asks, scarcely recognizing his own voice.
“Dunno,” Eddie replies smoothly, not faltering in his punishment, “I don’t remember ever hearing you actually beg. It’s up to Buck whether you deserve it.”
He doesn’t even wait for Buck’s instructions, because he knows exactly what he wants.
“Please, Daddy?” he begs. “Please, can I come? I’ve been good, I swear, I need it.”
Buck, sometimes a pushover and the least likely to say no for the fun of it, quickly gives moaned permission. His words are the trigger to Carlos’ release, causing him to come all over the sheets and go limp. The overstimulation gets to him, though he should have expected it given that none of the others have come. He’s just a little too sensitive, and starts to squirm away before Buck tightens his hold on Carlos’ waist and firmly holds him in place.
“You got to come, baby, but I didn’t. Neither did Eddie or TK.”
Try as he might to suppress it, a pitiful whine escapes Carlos’ lips. Luckily for him, Buck was close anyways, and fills Carlos with his come within a matter of minutes. TK is sufficiently humiliated and his ass a bright enough red that Eddie lets him get up, face curved into a self-satisfied smile.
“My love, you think you can take a little more? I want to finish fucking you, and I’m sure TK would like your help getting off.”
“Yes, sir,” Carlos pants. “Anything for you.”
As Eddie replaces Buck behind him, he pauses to drop a smattering of kisses across Carlos’ shoulders. Spent and a little tired, Buck takes up residence next to him and watches as he’s penetrated from both ends. Behind him, Eddie is back to his ruthless fucking, and TK is more or less just tracing the flushed head of his cock along Carlos’ lips as opposed to actually fucking his mouth.
It’s TK who comes next, evidently overcome by even such a small amount of stimulation. He jerks himself off in quick strokes before coming all over Carlos’ face, making an irrefutable claim to him worth every word in the English language twice over. Eddie is last, and seems determined to wring a second orgasm out of Carlos before he comes himself.
The moment narrows down to just Carlos and Eddie. He’s vaguely aware of Buck helping TK rub aloe lotion into his pink ass, but mostly his mind is taken up by the deadly precision of Eddie’s every thrust and the hand wrapped around his cock.
“Do you wanna come again?” Eddie asks, voice faltering enough to reveal how affected he is.
“Please.”
“Beg us. All of us.”
Carlos turns his puppy dog eyes to Buck first, knowing he’ll fold immediately. “Please, Daddy, will you let me come again? I want it so bad…”
Buck folds like a house of cards.
“Sir?” He prompts, trying not to squirm too much no matter how good Eddie makes him feel. “Can I?”
“Be more specific,” Eddie prompts.
“Can I come again?”
For ten silent seconds, Eddie makes his decision. Finally, he says, “Yes, baby. You can come again. You earned it, being such a good boy tonight.”
Last is TK. He can be a bit harder to convince; he likes making Carlos wait for an orgasm until he’s dizzy with it days down the line, and while Carlos certainly isn’t opposed, he wants to come now.
“Please, sir. I need it, please, I just wanna come. Don’t make me wait, sir, please?”
For a painfully long time, TK pretends to consider it, despite all of them knowing he makes his decision right away. After an eternity, he smiles and cups Carlos’ jaw. “Yeah, pretty boy, you can come again.”
Eddie shifts from his careful rhythm to absolutely railing Carlos, only barely holding him tight enough to keep him from being pushed up the bed by the force of every thrust. It doesn’t take much more than that for him to come a second time, his cock only producing a small dribble of fluid in contrast to how much Eddie releases inside him. His vision whites out from the overwhelming amount of sensation.
The next thing Carlos knows, his lingerie has been stripped off him and TK is wiping the cum off his face with a warm wet washcloth. Buck and Eddie seem more preoccupied with kissing every inch of his body, as if they’re competing to see who can claim him with their lips the fastest.
“Back with us?” Buck asks when he sees Carlos staring at him.
“Still a little floaty, but yeah. I’m tired.”
Suddenly, he finds himself being cradled to Buck’s chest as opposed to on the bed, which TK and Eddie strip with methodical precision, down to the fitted sheet, to replace the soiled linens. For tonight, the dirty ones form a pile in the corner. A soft top sheet is placed on, alongside a clean duvet. As he’s laid back on the bed, each of his boyfriends kisses him somewhere on his face.
“Sleep well, Carlos,” TK says, clearly getting ready to fall asleep himself. “You did so good for us tonight. We love you so much.”
His sentiments are echoed by Eddie and Buck as they too get into bed. They each make sure to have a hand somewhere on him, and that they’ve found a spot to leave kisses as well. It is to their small acts of devotion that he falls asleep.
