GAZPRICE AND READER CUCK CHAIR FIC WHEN OH GREAT WIZARD
Price has been sitting there watching the two of you grind pitifully against each other for the past ten minutes, which- normally for people wouldn’t be that fun, but John is 4 glasses of scotch in and having the time of his life.
You’re cute under Gaz, teary eyed and desperately whining. For what, you might ask?
“John! Please- please, John- let him fuck me already- please- fuck-! I can’t- please- just-!” You keep whimpering, trying to pull and tug at your binds- yeah, Price tied your wrists to the bed frame. It had been so cute, watching you kick and yowl all angry like- snarling that it wasn’t fair. Oh, but that angry attitude fell apart when John shoved your favorite between your legs, sweet gaz to kiss and lick at your needy little cock. And right when he was about to move to fuck you-
“Ah ah. Neither of you have worked hard enough, sluts. Come on- frot for me, show me you want this.”
Gaz’s eyes had snapped to his- soft lips pushing into a pout that nearly made the older man take it back- having to grip his cock tight to keep his firm look.
Prices’ eyes slide up his sergeants sweaty back now, every muscle clenched as he rolls his hips back and forth across your sopping little cunt- his head bumping against your t dick. Slow, steady- keeping the same rhythm even as his arms shake with the effort of keeping himself up right now. Price can see how swollen both of your cocks are, how Gaz is leaking pre and making every movement slicker and slicker.
He hasn’t whined once though- Kyle Garrick has crawled through shit and blood and guts, Kyle has crouched perfectly still for 12 hours with a perfect shot lined up- he doesn’t complain, period. It’s funny though, seeing how quickly he’s begun to shake- your soaked hole seems to be the man’s one kryptonite.
Your pitiful sweet whimpers were probably what was breaking him more than anything. Gaz wasn’t a hard dom by any means on a good day- and with Price’s hot gaze on his back, keeping him in that light headed state? Oh, he was struggling.
Your hips were much less controlled, frantically humping his cock with teary whimpers. Kyle couldn’t even hold you still, forced to endure you falling apart under him. Tear stained face, wobbly lip and the most pitiful eyes looking up at him- Price saw it.
A twitch in the muscle of Kyle’s neck.
He squeezed the tip of his cock, smearing his own precum. That was what he wanted, what Price was waiting for.
Kyle looked up, his stern face cracking apart at the seams. Sweat dripping from his skin, full lips pulled into a desperate pout. Right at Price.
The captain steeled himself, tilting his head with a smile. More. He wanted more.
“Captain,” he says once. Price takes a deep puff of his cigar, stroking himself.
Fuck, that sounded so good. Price loved his favorite sergeant, loved listening to him beg to fuck the sweet boy under him. Price fucking loved having that power over him, loved seeing him shake and swear and sweat trying to follow his captain’s orders.
His hand sped up, a low groan escaping the older man’s chest.
“You think you deserve it, soldier?” He grunts out, excited by the way Gaz sucks in a desperate breath. You’re drooling, stuttering hips humping him so needily- driving the man to answer.
“Yessir- been good, sir,” the sergeant whimpers, his hips finally jerking against yours when his cock caught your entrance- nearly slipping in, only just avoiding disobedience. Price sits for a long minute, just enjoying the sights as his grip speeds up on himself- the pair of you looking over in desperation. Staring at his fist jerk up and down, needy and desperate- wanting that same pleasure.
“Well go on then, you filthy mutts,” the captain finally grunts out- and it’s like watching a bomb go off in real time. Gaz is slamming his cock inside to the hilt as you arch your hips, nearly breaking the headboard with how hard you’re tugging on your binds. You both let out choked grunts, starting the most desperate and frantic pace Price thinks you two have ever done in front of him.
Every slam of his hips claps loud and wet, Gaz’s noises engulfing your choked gasps. He sounds so fucking good, absolutely fucked out of his mind with pitchy whimpers. Full lips hanging open in need, eyes staring down at your teary face. Price could see how hard his balls were slamming against your ass, hear how hard his tip was slamming against your cervix- feel how hard you were cumming around Gaz’s cock in under two minutes.
Gaz’s moans get louder, like he’s trying to bite his lip and failing miserably before he cums deep inside. Every pathetic pump of his hips after is a reward for Price, pushed over the edge by your combined noises. It’s like music to his ears, listening to your overstimulated whimpers- looking at Kyle’s toned back as he trembled over you. Still not touching- but he did rip the sheets a little.
Price finally stands, filling his glass with scotch and standing over the pair of you. He pulls Kyle’s head back gently, tipping the alcohol into the man’s mouth with a hum.
“Hold it. Share with the pup,” John murmurs, staring when Kyle finally leans down to kiss you- lips desperately clashing as scotch leaks down your chins. It’s cute, absolutely pathetic.
John pats Kyle’s ass affectionately.
