Snide comments
Synopsis: You didn't expect a passing joke that you'd take them both would be taken seriously, but both Cain and Samuel seemed to take you up on it.
Content (& warnings): smut (mdni), threesome, drunken sex, overstim, oral (reader giving), hj (reader receiving), sub! m! reader, there might be more but nothings coming to mind </3
A/N: poll's choices! unfortunately, i was FIGHTING writers block for this one so its shorter than the others :( i hope you enjoy none the less! -
A passing joke. You didn't expect a joking "would" about both of them would lead later to this. And yet, one drunken time at the better, they were both making you undone on their bed, the room stinking of cheap beer, sweat and sex.
Your sloppy attempts at giving Cain head had quickly ended up with you getting your throat torn apart from the way Samuel was thrusting into you, your only ground in reality from both being your hands digging into Cain's thighs.
From the way it feels, it seems like Cain is just as lost in the pleasure as you are. Each moan that escapes your mouth is making Cain squirm his hips or dig his hands deeper into wherever he's grabbing you- hair, shoulders, arms, anything within reach as he starts to cum in your mouth. Your poor attempts to swallow weren't unnoticed by Samuel, who was pulling you up to have your back flesh to his chest as he pulled you in for a kiss. The angle change seemed to be enough for him too, an almost guttural groan spilling through the kiss as he came in you. The squelching as Samuel continued to roll his hips through it was only a sign of how long the three of you were at this.
"Fuck, makin' a mess outta me, aren't 'cha?" Samuel's words weren't even registering as his lips moved to your neck and a hand to your stomach. They especially weren't registering when you felt Cain's thumb beginning to circle your tip. You couldn't even dream of holding back any response, letting out a "fuck!" in more of a whine than an actual response.
"Workin' on it." Was the only response you got from Cain before his lips locked onto yours, his hand quickly making work by pumping up and down your shaft in tandem with the rocking of Samuel's hips. All you could do was messily roll yours in whatever direction felt best as you tried to finally chase that high, and when you finally did, it was pure bliss. Your chest was tightening and whatever noises were coming out of your mouth weren't really words, and you could swear you were loosing vision for a moment, but when you finally started coming down?
You knew two things: This night wasn't over yet, and if jokes like that led to more moments like this? You should run your mouth more often.
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