PartyNoob had made hot chocolate for themself and Infected, saying the warm drink would calm his nerves down. Even then, Infected didn't feel any less nervous or anymore confident; the idea of being the first top for your boyfriend is a little scary. He wants to do it right, even if they never do it again. The worst thing Infected could do in this scenario was hurt Pest so badly he never wants to see him again. It feels a lot like the first time having sex and the anticipation Infected felt, but coupled with a lot more anxiety.
"You'll do fine, handsome. I think your idea is good, really!" they assure him. "I went through the details with Pest in the group chat and he agreed to all of it."
"That's a relief," Infected replies with a sigh. He closes his eyes as he takes a sip of the hot chocolate. When he puts it down, he licks his lips and looks at Poob. "Honestly, I'm surprised he agreed to all that."
"He trusts us," Poob says simply with a soft smile, "otherwise he wouldn't have. Though I am a little surprised—some parts of it are pretty intense."
"If we only have one shot to do it, well, I wanna do a lot," Infected says, rather eloquently (in actuality, he stumbles on his words a lot). Every now and then, he glances at his phone and looks at the time, as well as the text message from Pest. Getting on the elevator. ETA 2 minutes.
The only thing that snaps out of the trance Infected is in is the elevator dinging. He whips around in his chair, watching as the doors open to reveal Pest standing in the middle of the small room. He enters.
"Hi, Pest!" Poob greets, leaping out of their seat to give him a big hug. "Happy birthday!"
"Happy birthday," Infected echoes, following in Poob's footsteps as well. Poob gives Pest a big kiss on the cheek, and when they pull away, Infected hugs him and kisses him on the opposite cheek as well.
"Ugh, you two," Pest mutters, but he doesn't sound mad, just a little shy from the special attention. "You two are evil."
"Are we?" Poob sing-songs, resting their head on the skater's shoulder. "Whatever did we do?"
"You made me wear the fucking thing."
"We didn't make you wear it. Though, if you don't wanna wear it, that's fine."
Pest's glares a bit at the both of them. "I'm wearing it."
"Do you wanna take it off?"
Infected stands there, speechless, unsure of how to really break the tension. He honestly didn't expect all of this to happen so quickly. The elevator doors begin to close and he still quite isn't sure what to say when the elevator leaves.
"You're our good boy, aren't you, Pest?"
Pest's face turns dark, scowling at Poob. "No."
"Would a hundred credits make you our good boy?"
Pest has no response for that.
"How about two hundred?" They lean closer. "…Three?"
He crosses his arms over his chest, staring icily at them. "Four hundred and fifty."
"Sold!" Poob turns to Infected. "Four hundred and fifty credits, please."
It takes Infected a bit to remember what he was supposed to do in this scenario, but eventually he reaches for his phone. "Four-fifty to you, Pest." It's all roleplay, Infected knows that, but it still makes him wonder how far Pest would allow them to go with real money.
"Let's go to the bed now! I wanna look at our pretty toy." Poob walks behind Pest and pushes him to the bedroom with glee, while Infected follows on their heel like a lost puppy.
When the group finds their way to Poob's bedroom, the birthday boy is laying on his back and Poob is mounting his waist. Pest's hands are awkwardly placed at his sides with no clear direction of where they should be. Infected sits next to them on the bed, ready to listen to Poob for any orders they have.
"First of all…" Their fingers trace up Pest's bicep, strong and firm. "I wanna see if you're really wearing it."
"Nah-ah-ah! Let me unwrap my gift."
The words aren't directed at Infected, but he still feels overwhelmed by what Poob is saying. He watches closely as Poob's hands trail down; Pest deliberately didn't wear a shirt, instead just wearing a tank top, which hugged his figure nicely. Each muscle was visible and Poob pressed against his pecs as their hands traveled down to the bottom of his torso. They grab the shirt and pull it up, revealing his muscles to the cold air.
"Look at you!" Poob's hands cup his chest, thumbs grazing over his nipples that are hardening to the open air. "Infected." They put their hand in his hair, and pushes him down. "Go lick his tits."
Infected's eyes widens, but he opens his mouth to curiously deliver a small lick to Pest's nipple; the beetle makes a soft noise, not out of pleasure, but not out of discomfort either. He's just not used to it, and the same with Infected, who continues licking the nipple. Meanwhile, Poob has moved off of Pest's hips, now sitting up with their knees on either side of Pest's thighs, and is beginning to remove his pants. He's always wearing a belt, and Poob is always eager to take it off and throw it to the other side of the room. With that taken care of, they slowly pull down Pest's pants, bringing his underwear down with him.
"Oh. Look at that, Infected." Their voice is quiet, in awe.
Infected pulls away from his task and looks over, seeing it. The fucking thing Pest was complaining about wearing. A black cock ring is wrapped around the base of Pest's shaft—and because of his unusual ovipositor rather than a normal male dick, it's completely shut at the top where there's usually an open hole for his eggs.
"Kinda looks like our dicks," Infected murmurs, speaking as if Pest isn't there.
"It's so cute," Poob cooes, wrapping their hand right above the cock ring.
"Is one-fifty enough for you to shut up?" Poob snaps, yet sounds scarily sweet at the same time."
"Give him two hundred," Poob tells Infected. They tug his dick while Infected "sends" Pest two-hundred credits. "For someone four-fifty, you act like a cheap whore."
"Can I finger him now?" Infected asks quietly.
"Aw, you already wanna fuck him? Take off your clothes and let's switch."
Infected takes off his clothes quickly, but he notices after that Pest's hands are on Poob's waist. When he looks over, Poob is grinning at him and they have their hands on Pest's wrists.
"Pest, wanna show Infected what you found?"
Poob lets go of Pest's wrists, and Pest lifts up Poob's shirt with haste, revealing a black lacy bra. They don't even fill it out remotely due to having a flat chest, but they still put their hands underneath it and bounce it like they have one anyway. Infected follows Poob's hands as they trail down their body, revealing their unbuttoned pants, which shows their matching black panties as well. Their dick is barely just poking out the top; they just look delicious. They both get a better look at it when Poob sits up on their knees, allowing him to pull their pants down. The head of their dick is peeking out from the top, and their hard dick makes a noticeable bulge in the panties. Pest reaches forward to grab more, but Poob grabs his hand.
"Only Infected can touch, Sweetie," Poob says. "Here, come lick my tip."
They shift a little; both of them are sideways to Pest, sitting at his legs. From where Pest is laying, the way that Poob's dick bulges outward looks obscene. Infected is mouthing Poob's dick through the fabric, making them moan gently, before he licks their tip that pokes out from the panties. Fingers are woven into his hair, grabbing and scratching his scalp as he does.
"My good boy," Poob cooes, almost as if they adore him—unlike Pest, who they speak sweetly to in a condescending way, "doing really good licking Mommy's dick." They push some hair behind Infected's ear affectionately.
Pest has watched them suck each other's dick before, but the hotness of it doesn't go away. He wishes he could put his mouth on them, but the way his body is built, he can't do that and plenty of other things he'd like to do. He's jealous of it in a way, but he'd never admit that. He's pulled out of his head and his eyes widen when Infected pulls down the panties just enough for Poob's dick to fully reveal.
"You're so enthusiastic, aren't you?" Poob asks rhetorically, a grin reaching their face. They grab the base of their dick and rubs their head against Infected's lips, rubbing his own saliva and their pre-cum against it. "You're so easy, unlike this slut I have to pay for."
Both Infected and Pest moan at the degradation they receive. Pest wants to fuck his hand to the scene in front of him, but he has half a mind not to. Infected wants to take Poob's dick in his mouth so bad, but he resigns himself to licking once again, attempting to persuade Poob to do what he wants by open-mouth licking their dick.
"I'll let you blow me a little, then let's get back to our paid whore, m'kay?'
They moan again, Infected nodding up at Poob. He lolls his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes half-lidded, before Poob slides their dick into his mouth. Poob and Pest let out a moan, to which Poob grins at Pest for. They then return to Infected, sharing eye contact yet again, holding his head in place. They wait for a few moments, attempting to get used to his hot mouth, before they move their hips back and forth. Since they began dating, Infected's only got better at oral sex; he swipes his tongue over Poob's head and any surface of theirs that needs pleasing. He hollows out his mouth, making his lips nice and tight for them.
"Good boy," Poob moans gently. They move their hips in a slow, rhythmic manner, not enough to make Infected gag. "You love taking my dick, don't you?"
Infected moans as they pull him by the hair off his dick. "Yeah, yeah I do."
"I know you do. Now, let's go back to Pest, okay?"
The bedsheets shuffle around a little bit. Infected assumes his position in front of Pest, and Poob assumes their position behind Pest, sitting on their knees. They wrap their arms around his front protectlvely, letting him lay against them. His clothes have also been thrown onto the floor, leaving all of them naked on top of the bed. Pest watches Infected between his legs, pouring lube onto his fingers to prepare him.
"Rub 'em together so it's not as cold," Poob instructs. Infected does, rubbing his hands together.
"You treat him like a puppet," Pest argues.
"Well, you like it when I treat you like a toy." One of their hands cups Pest's chest, two fingers rubbing his nipple. "And you can't complain, you're getting money for it."
Infected spreads Pest's legs further.
"You—ah." Pest moans softly when the first finger enters him. It's not pleasant; the sensation is new and uncomfortable. He looks down between his legs, seeing how focused and hard Infected is.
"Look at that." Pest decides he hates this position because he can hear Poob breathe into his ear and speak so softly. "You're getting fingered for the first time." Poob rubs their hand on Pest's inner thigh before holding it open.
"You—fuck off, don't speak to me."
Poob laughs, kissing his head. "If you say so."
Pest lets out a shuddering breath as Infected slides his finger in deep, so slowly he swears they've been here for minutes already. When Infected's finger finally bottoms out inside him, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Hey, breathe," Poob says softly. "You'll be okay."
Pest doesn't have the heart to respond in a snarky manner; he just nods instead, keeping his eyes firmly on Infected's arm between his thighs. When his breathing feels somewhat regulated, Infected starts to pull and push his finger slightly, just to get Pest used to the idea. His breath hitches again, and it still feels weird, but it doesn't feel comfortable anymore.
"How are you liking your birthday so far, Sweetie?"
"Sucks," Pest says softly.
Infected immediately stops, finger deep inside of him. Poob stops as well.
Pest's face darkens. "No, it's just—" He grimaces at Infected's hand between his legs. "Why can't I just get fucked already?"
Poob laughs a bit, kissing the top of his head. "Oh, you. We gotta prep you 'cause otherwise it'll hurt."
"That's stupid, you didn't need that much prep when we fucked for the first time."
"That's 'cause I was secretly hoping you'd fuck me. Infected, move."
Infected's finger begins to move again, pumping gently in and out of Pest's entrance. He presses his hand against his inner thigh, holding his legs open.
Poob continues, "I woke up ten minutes before you and used that time to prep for your dick. I would've prepped better if I knew how big your eggs were. They felt so good." They grab onto Pest's other leg, holding it open for Infected, and their other hand grazes gently over Pest's dick.
Infected bites his lip. Just like the diary, he feels like he's listening to something he shouldn't be, but he's so morbidly curious. He continues pumping his finger and listens to them speak.
"I always wanted you to fuck me. I got so lucky at that party, hehe." They lean down to kiss his forehead with a big grin on their face. "And look at that, we got lucky too."
Infected glances up and sees the both of them looking at him; Pest is still watching carefully, and Poob gives him a soft smile. "I'm so lucky," he replies quietly. "I love you."
"I love you too, and so does Pest."
Infected grins and he returns to Pest, thinking he can now handle another finger. After a bit of prodding at Pest's rim, the second finger slides in with ease. "Do you think two fingers is enough, Poob?"
"Hmmmm… Maybe three? Don't wanna hurt our birthday boy, after all."
Pest briefly glares at them, even if he knows they're right. He sighs as Poob slides out from beneath him, laying next to him now.
"I promise, this'll go by quickly and you'll get fucked by dick all you want," Poob says so casually.
"You're desperate enough for three-hundred, right?" Poob asks. They grab Infected's phone and tap on it, though everyone knows nothing's happening.
"I love you too, Pesty," Poob teases, kissing him on the cheek again.
Pest doesn't know when Infected inserts another finger. He just knows he's been laying here a lot, trying to relax, trying to finally prepare for what's about to come. He's anxious; he's nervous that something might go wrong, but he's also… somewhat excited. He wouldn't have agreed to any of this if he didn't want it of course, and he does trust his partners, but that little voice at the back of his head tells him something might happen somehow, somewhere.
Eventually, Infected wraps his arm around Pest's leg, hoisting it up onto his shoulder. The movement alarms Pest and he inhales sharply, but Poob shushes him down with a few kisses to the cheek.
"You're going to have to relax if you want his dick inside you, Pesty." Poob's voice was different to the approach they had with Infected; it's softer and breathier, not like how they approachced Infected, with a teasingly sweet and clear voice.
Pest's face hardens. "I—" Infected could literally see the gears turning in his head, whether or not it'd be more troublesome to lie or to just keep his mouth shut.
"Hey." Poob places their hand on Pest's opposite cheek and makes him look at them. "Pay attention to me, honey. It'll be easier if you're distracted."
Pest, on his back, and Poob, on their side, lay next to each other tantalizingly. His face is dark with embarrassment, looking into Poob's eyes. It's hard, but Pest tries to regulate his breathing while Poob soothes him with a soft voice, so soft that Infected above them can't understand what they're saying. The only thing that matters is that it's working in aiding him in penetrating his dick further into Pest, so slowly that it could kill Infected from impatience. He deserves a treat later for being so well-behaved. Infected's only keeping himself sane by watching the way Pest's cock jumps whenever Poob rubs his mandible, something that he knows is a sensitive spot.
"I know, I know," Poob cooes quietly to Pest. "You love it, don't you?"
"I'm going to fucking kill the both of you when we're done."
Poob smirks a little. "Just relax, honey. It won't last that long, I promise." They wrap their arm around his front and rests their head on Pest's shoulder. "You'll enjoy yourself in no time."
Pest turns his head back to Infected, who at this point (with some discomfort that Pest chose to deliberately ignore) had managed to fit the entirety of his dick inside Pest. He's not big by any means, but any length or girth is big when it's the first time you've taken a dick. Pest grabs onto Poob's arm, his other hand grabbing the bed sheets.
"It's cold," Pest complains.
"You'll warm up soon, don't worry."
It's a miracle that Poob always knows what to say; if it were Infected by himself, he'd say something stupid and ruin the mood entirely. Infected bites his bottom lip, focusing on the image of him entirely sheathed inside Pest, and the beetle's dick stifled with the cock ring. Poob is rubbing Pest's abdomen in a slow, circular motion, making Infected lick his lips and grow even more aroused, if possible. He's not big enough to make Pest bulge, but maybe, just maybe, he could imagine his dick inside the fleshy walls of Pest.
"Your ass is tight," Infected sighs.
Pest half-glares at Infected, half-hearted as he starts to clam up and tighten again. Infected takes this opportunity; he slowly pulls his dick out, not all the way out, and slowly pushes his hips forward, watching him carefuly as he thrusts rhythmically. The first thrust makes Pest groan. He then closes his eyes, a grunt coming from the back of his throat with each movement of Infected's hips—but maybe he's imagining it that Pest also whines a little when he pulls out, keening with each loss of pressure from inside. Poob is watching the scene diligently and up close, running their fingers up and down Pest's buff front, occasionally brushing over his hardened nipples. They shoot a patient smile up at Infected, who couldn't help but grin just a little in silent reply, before they kiss Pest's temple.
"I can't," Pest whispers, barely whimpering at the tail end of his sentence.
"Yes you can," Poob says softly. They place a hand on his jaw, carressing his cheek with their thumb. "Just breathe, Pesty."
Pest tries to breathe heavily through his nose, feeling overwhelmed at the feeling of being so full. Infected's dick is only slightly above average in length and yet he's struggling so bad—is this what it's like to be a bottom? If Pest were a more empathetic man, he'd feel bad for all the times he barely prepped Poob. He's breathing, but he's not relaxing, so he releases all the tension he didn't realize he was holding in his shoulders.
At that moment, Infected's thrusting speeds up. He's not destroying Pest by any means, but it keeps Pest from getting too comfortable with how Infected is treating him. He moans, something he'd probably deny, deny, deny later, and squeezes Poob's arm gently.
"Oh, you do?" Poob grabs Pest's dick, playing with it in their hand; in this state, it's almost like Pest's dick is flaccid. "That's a shame."
Pest glares at Poob, but doesn't press on. He's starting to enjoy Infected fuck him, so he drops the conversation and lets Infected fuck him, who's trying his damn best to not lose himself in the pleasure. He doesn't want to completely overwhelm Pest—being accutely aware that this is his first time—so he keeps every thrust light yet deep, easing into each full insertion rather than being rough.
"Infected," Pest moans out, broken into each syllable. He closes his eyes and moans again with his mouth closed.
"Fuck, dude," Infected murmurs. "You're so, unh… Fuck."
Poob laughs a bit, reaching down to finally touch themself after denying themself pleasure for so long. They lick their lips, watching the scene in front of them; their two handsome boyfriends fuck, with Infected keeping a tight hold on Pest's waist. Pulling aside their panties, they push their dick through the bottom and wrap their hand around their dick, a high-pitched moan leaving them as they do so. "You're both so hot, do you know that?"
In this scenario, Pest doesn't know what to say or do. In other scenarios, he's quick on his feet; it's almost like a script, something he says in response to generic sex phrases, but being on the bottom is completely different. Any semblance of resistance is leaving his body, leaving a compliant and fluffy mush that's just taking anything being given to him. He's never been anywhere like this before. It's a little scary, but he likes it, and it'd definitely make him embarrassed to admit it.
"Pest," Infected moans out louder. Usually, that would make Pest feel prideful to make someone moan his name, but he feels smaller. Like he's being used, like he's actually one of those sluts paid for credits.
He's into it. Pest's gritting his sharp teeth, trying to stifle his moans through them. "Remove it." His brows are knitted together in a pathetic display of need, trying to desperately plead to Poob without begging.
"Hmm?" they ask sweetly. "What was that, Pesty?"
"Please remove it," Pest says, moans broken. "I wanna lay, please."
"Oh, how could I refuse you?" Poob grabs the lube, pouring it onto Pest's dick, making him groan. They rub it over Pest's dick before removing the cock ring in one swift motion.
"I'm gonna lay," Pest warns, closing his eyes and tensing up.
"Lay then," Poob whispers into his ear. "You better."
"I'm gonna come," Infected sobs out.
Pest opens his eyes and turns to face Poob, wishing he could kiss them as he comes, eggs shooting out of the head of his dick and landing on top of his abdomen. His back arches when he finally does, letting out a moan that Poob has never heard before; loud and satisfied, the only type of orgasm that comes from being denied for so long. At the same time, Infected's hips stutter and he unloads in the condom, burying his dick deep inside Pest and moaning. Each egg that comes out also provides a lot of slick, leaving his stomach wet. The eggs slide off his body and land on the bed next to him, where Poob collects them and sets them in a makeshift nest made out of clothes.
"You were wetter than usual," Poob comments as Infected pulls out.
Pest doesn't have anything to respond with. He's just staring emptily at Poob, who turns around and grabs tissues to clean them up. Infected quickly gets up to throw away the condom, leaving the bedroom butt-ass naked.
"I also got you something for your birthday—aside from this," Poob says. They sit up on the bed and open a box on the bedside table, revealing a cupcake inside. "I made you apple cupcakes! And I used the frosting you like." A candle sticks out from the middle of the cupcake. "Just… pretend there's a light on there. I don't want to accidentally start a fire here."
Pest slowly sits up and takes the cupcake in his hands. When Infected comes back in, they sing him happy birthday and he "blows" out the candle. He takes out the stick and devours the cupcake in one big bite.
"Happy birthday, Pest! We love you."
"Love you too," he murmurs under his breath, hopefully quiet enough for them to not understand.
Poob smiles, not saying anything, placing their head on his shoulder. Infected doesn't say anything either, but he wraps his arms around Pest, bringing him down on the bed with him. They lay down with each other.
"Poob, you didn't come, do you need help?" Infected asks.
"No, that's okay! I didn't really want to anyway—I just wanted to watch Pest if he's okay."
"I'm fine," Pest says quietly. "You can, if you want." He's spooning Poob while being spooned by Infected.
"No, no, I'm good. Really."
"...Man, you should really have a TV in here…"
"Why, so you can link your Xbox up to it and play COD while we're trying to sleep? Absolutely not."
"Hey! I gotta stay on my grind, y'know? Haters like you don't understand."
Poob laughs. "Boys, calm down. You're both sexy."
