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THIS CHAPTER IS HEAVY N$FW
Please don't it read it if you're not okay with it. I won't mark my blog as strictly n$fw because it'll probably be the only such fic here.
Alex tried to shift or free his hands. Where even was he?..
Actually, it didn't really matter. You don't exactly care to inspect your surroundings when hot, wet breath is brushing against your neck, and someone's neat ass is parked right on your lap.
From behind, warm, dry palms slid along his body from his armpits down to his thighs. Alex exhaled shiveringly. Every touch burned; his body felt scalding hot.
"Something wrong, champ?" a very familiar low voice purred in his ear. Alex couldn't answer; his tongue completely refused to cooperate.
Sharp nails traced up the inside of his thighs. Alex arched his lower back, but escaping was impossible. They kept holding him from behind by his sides, preventing him from even squirming. He couldn't help himself and let out a quiet laugh.
"So obedient today," a second voice praised, thick with a Spanish accent.
The nails returned, occasionally giving way to slender fingers. The hands crept closer and closer to his underwear, and Alex suddenly realized with stark clarity that he wasn't wearing any pants. He was about to voice his indignation over what they were doing to him, but a sudden burst of laughter knocked the wind right out of his lungs. He jerked sharply, but once again, absolutely nothing worked. What the hell.
He could feel insistent fingers digging into his ribs. Even worse was the voice in his ear.
"O-o-one, tw-o-o... How awkward, I lost count. Let's start over. O-o-one..."
Alex choked on his laughter and let his head drop onto the other man's shoulder. He didn't even want to break free anymore. A pleasant warmth spread through his stomach; his breathing was heavy, punctuated by occasional breathless laughs.
The hands that had been terrorizing his thighs switched to the creases between his leg and groin. Alex grew even louder, involuntarily jerking his pelvis.
"I like it when you laugh in my ear," Alex was certain he could come from that voice alone.
The tickling didn't stop for a single second. Done playing with his ribs, Elliot decided to move to his stomach. Alex turned his head, burying his face in Elliot's neck.
Alister had already slipped under his underwear, his fingers fluttering all around the coveted spot, though he hadn't touched it just yet.
"You're practically shaking, sweetness. You want it bad, don't you? Is now a good time? Come on, beg nicely."
Alex could only whimper. The rear front had no intention of resting. His neck was subjected to a new wave of affection: with one hand, Elliot lightly held his neck to keep him from pulling away, kissing him. Greedily, sucking at his skin in a way that would definitely leave a mark. El would love a mark on this pale skin. Or better yet, two. Even better, ten.
Alex tried to grab Alister by the wrists.
"What an impatient boy you are, Lexi. You're already dripping all over. What's wrong? Want me to help you with that?"
Alister's hand finally cupped his cock.
Alex opened his eyes, gasping for air. His ears were ringing. His heart was pounding somewhere in his throat. And his body... more than ever, he wanted those hands back, wanted it to never end. He craved that warmth; his boxers felt suffocatingly tight and wet. Damn it, he really was dripping.
Only now did he finally realize what had happened. He'd had a dream. And not just any dream, but a highly erotic one, to put it mildly. And to top it off, with two guys at once.
His body had clearly decided that whatever happened between him and Alister on that mat wasn't enough, painting the rest of the picture on its own and painting it with terrifying generosity, heavily laced with pure lust.
Shame washed over him in a sickening, sticky wave, but the arousal was stronger. His hand instinctively reached down, slipping beneath the waistband of his briefs.
His fingers brushed against the smooth head. His thumb traced his frenulum, making Alex exhale shakily. Wrapping his hand around his hard cock, he stroked it slowly. Alister's image flashed in his mind again. He placed his other hand on his chest, squeezing. Elliot would have done exactly that. Alex groaned long and low with pleasure. He didn't rush, trying to fully recreate his fantasy.
The images from his dream blurred before his eyes again. Alister was setting the pace. Harsh, almost painful. It was as if he wanted to bring Alex to his peak as quickly and efficiently as possible. Right at the moment he was closest, his hand stopped. Digging his heels into the mattress, Alex exhaled through tightly gritted teeth in sheer desperation. No, he wasn't going to finish this early.
Alex kept pleasuring himself, closing his eyes tightly to prevent the visions of his dream from dissolving into the morning twilight. A finger brushed his nipple, and a fresh wave of sparks jolted through his brain. He gripped the base of his cock tighter and tried to catch his breath. Too soon.
After a few seconds, he couldn't take it anymore and picked up the pace again. Alex kept rubbing the head. Fingers slightly calloused scratched the sensitive skin, tickling it. The sensation made his vision go dark with pleasure as the orgasm rolled in with increasing insistence. His hand moved up and down under his underwear. Alex bit down on the flesh of his palm and let out a loud, shuddering breath. Warm white fluid spilled over his hand.
"Pathetic," Alex thought, standing over the sink at four in the morning. His boxers were covered in cum, his hands too, and his face was as red as a schoolboy's after his first time. Why on earth had his body rebelled like this?
How was he supposed to look them in the eye after this?! What a shameful, degenerate mess! And with both of them at once! Seriously, what kind of decent person imagines themselves in a threesome, let alone on the bottom? Exactly, Alex didn't think a decent one did.
The worst part was that it made him want to go to the club with triple the intensity. His body wasn't just asking; it was practically demanding a sequel. Absolutely with those two, and absolutely at the same time.
He repeated it like a mantra: "It's a stress response. It's a stress response. It's a stress response..." Though what kind of damn stress was this? Stress gives you headaches and makes your hair fall out; it doesn't give you a hard-on.
He crashed into his teammates at practice with extra zeal. He didn't dare go to the club just yet, much as he wanted to, so he had to use every means necessary to beat out everything that didn't fit the criteria of "decent." He worked himself to total exhaustion and crashed into bed straight after practice, ensuring no erotic nonsense could find its way into his dreams. His teammates chalked it all up to the upcoming big match. Look at the captain putting in work, training hard. Isn't he an excellent role model?
He held out strong for nearly a week, but a humiliating defeat to his own libido awaited him.
He returned to the club practically dead on his feet. The constant tension, both sexual and ordinary muscle strain, was taking its toll. To make matters worse, he was terribly anxious about seeing the heroes of his fantasies. Just the phrasing made him flinch. What was he, a schoolgirl daydreaming about her favorite character? But there was no other way to put it.
Alex was already walking toward their usual spot at the table when he spotted Alister and Elliot. They were sitting on a mat by the wall, talking. Alex couldn't hear a word they were saying, but just the sight of them made his face flush. The last thing he needed was to blush. He was a grown man, for God's sake!
They noticed him, too. It was hard to miss him.
"Captain!" El called out, gesturing with his hand. Alex obediently trudged over to them.
"Where are Kill and Jess?"
"Jess is on a shift, she'll be late, and Kill, unfortunately, doesn't report to us. He's like a cat. Disappears for God knows how long and pops back up out of nowhere. Take a seat," Elliot patted the mat between them.
"You look tense. Look at those bags under your eyes... Is there anything you want to share with us, Lexi?" Alister reached out with a hint of concern, gently brushing his finger over the dark circle under his eye. Alex softly nudged his hand away.
Sure. Why not tell them that you imagine two of your... whatever they were, in compromising positions, and then happily jerk off to it. Great conversation starter, just perfect. Thanks, Alister.
But Alex only replied:
"My coach has been driving us ragged, we have a game coming up."
Alister put on an understanding expression and nodded sagely.
Elliot just smirked and squeezed his leg. Alex practically jumped. They just had to get handsy.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're awfully jumpy for someone who's just tired," El remarked.
"And your cheeks are pink. Alexander, this is atypical even for you. Are you getting sick?" Alister reached for him again, this time to check his temperature.
Alex only blushed deeper. Why did they have to be so perceptive?
"Come on, spill it, jock," Elliot poked him in the ribs. No way, it was like they conspired against him today!
"I'm just really glad to see you guys!" Alex recoiled as if scalded. And he wasn't even lying. He was so glad that he was practically aching down there.
Alister looked at the two of them and uttered:
"¡Todo esto es porque siempre le estás buscando las cosquillas!" and then he smiled like an idiot.
"Sabes que no entendió el juego de palabras, ¿verdad?" Alex didn't understand a single thing, but Elliot clearly found the phrase amusing too.
"Is that something I'm not supposed to hear?" Alex raised an eyebrow.
"You wouldn't get it, Lex," Elliot leaned against his shoulder, speaking directly into his ear again. What kind of habit was that? Did he do that with everyone? How did people even talk to him? Well, people who weren't Alex.
"You're all red again, don't change the subject," Alister just couldn't let it go.
"Maybe you want us to find out for ourselves?" Now this was entering dangerous territory. Elliot's tone boded no good.
And just like that, he was lying with his back against Elliot's torso, nestled comfortably between his legs. Some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy. Should he go buy a lottery ticket or something?
Naturally, Elliot started first. He had zero patience.
His hands slipped under his T-shirt with surprising ease, despite all of Alex's efforts. He automatically tried to crawl away, but at that exact moment, Elliot gleefully dug into his sides. From fleeing, he switched to resisting, but you try resisting him. It felt like trying to push off a playful lion: if he does let you go, it's only to suddenly grab you again. And you couldn't budge the bastard an inch.
His nerves regarding who was doing this only heightened Alex's sensitivity. Naturally, Alister found himself a perfect seat - Alex's thighs. Where else would he sit?
"So what's the matter, Alexander?" Alister drummed his fingertips impatiently against his stomach.
"Calm ho-ho-down your i-hi-hi-diot first."
"Idiot, calm down, don't interrupt our conversation," he waved a hand at Elliot with a tone that said, "Wait, peasant, can't you see the master is speaking?"
"Al, you better not push your luck, or I won't care about the color of your wristband," El snapped back, though he pulled his hands out from under the T-shirt.
"Feel like talking now?"
"I've already said everything," Alex snapped. He was doing a stellar job keeping a straight face. Really impressive, considering his stomach was tied in such tight knots that he could barely keep himself from squirming.
"What you said wasn't particularly convincing. You've had practices before, but you never came back from them looking this wild."
"Do you know what we do to liars, Alex, mm? Especially those who lie straight to our faces so blatantly and terribly."
Alex sucked in his stomach, as if that would help against an attack.
"Lexi, I'm counting to three. Confess, or we will be forced to take action," Alister said in a tone far too serious for such an absurd situation.
"Oh, I love that part," Elliot chipped in ominously. "Come on, Lex. O-o-one..."
His hands hovered over Alex's tense body. He wiggled his fingers, taking immense pleasure in the expression on his victim's face.
Alex closed his eyes, but not watching the catastrophe approach turned out to be even more nerve-wracking, so he opened them, awaiting the attack with anticipation.
"Guys, come on, what about per-he-personal boundaries?" Alex simply couldn't suppress a nervous giggle.
"Their boundaries, cariño, are blurred in the dark."
"And nobody canceled the safeword, dummy. Where were we? Tw-o-o..."
Alex tried to pull his legs up, forcing Alister to shift closer to his stomach, right onto his crotch. The terror on Alex's face was mistaken for anticipation. This was the end, absolutely the end. Now they would start their dirty business, Alex would start squirming, and Alister would end up rubbing his ass all over him. If this kept up, a hard-on was only a matter of time. And judging by the pace, not a lot of time at all.
But the guys didn't see anything provocative about the position.
"Last chance," Alister crooned. Alex just shook his head.
"Three!" Oh, with what sheer delight Elliot dug into his ribs.
Alex held out as best as he could. His chest arched high, his cheeks puffed out. Was he an athlete or what? He locked his pelvis in place and tried not to move too much. Maybe he'd get lucky?
He completely failed to account for Alister's mischievous hands. With the persistence of a seasoned interrogator, Alister launched into a proper enhanced interrogation. That ought to be illegal, by the way! And Alex felt exactly why on his own skin. Tickling someone's hip bones is a literal crime. His plan to hold out and remain motionless failed miserably.
Elliot's hands roamed freely under his T-shirt, lightly scratching his skin with dull nails.
"DON'T-ha-ha-HA-HA!"
The screams only rippled Elliot up, and Alister was casting some rather predatory glances. Alex began to think that mercy truly wasn't on the table. The thought flashed somewhere between "please, just not the armpits" and "I beg you, not the stomach."
Alister traced a line with a single finger through the light fuzz on his stomach down to his belly button, circling it. Alex whimpered, unable to stop laughing.
"Leave me alone-hehe..."
"Refusing to testify automatically counts as a confession of guilt in the eyes of the investigation," judging by his tone, Elliot was smirking. Easy for him to laugh.
"The defendant is resisting," Alister noted as he was jolted upward again. What a... wild stallion.
El rubbed his cheek against his neck, but the tenderness was deceptive. His hands immediately darted into his armpits.
The sensation was unbearable and, because of that, deathly arousing. It couldn't go on like this.
"STO-HO-HO-HO-OP!" Alex roared, "I'LL TELL YOU EV-HE-HE-HE-ERYTHING!"
Elliot and Alister both stopped instantly. Were they really that interested?
Alex gave himself enough time to catch his breath. He needed to act as rationally as possible and try to minimize contact with...
"So, Lex? We're waiting for an answer."
Elliot gave Alex's cheek an expectant pinch, trying to coax him to speak.
Alex stuck out his tongue.
"Oh-ho-ho," yeah, he was probably a dead man now. That was super rational, of course. Not foolish at all.
"Have you ever heard the parable about not sawing off the branch you're sitting on?" Alister seemed genuinely surprised that someone was digging their own grave so stubbornly. And they'd given him a chance!
Alex just drilled him with a stubborn glare. Sheer recklessness and bravado...
Though Elliot actually liked the response. The more excuses to tickle him, the better.
There was no warning this time. All Alex managed to see was Elliot's hands flashing before his face. The next second, his wrists were pinned above his head.
"Come on, no way, guys!" Alex's eyes scanned the club in a panic, as if hoping someone would help him, but who would care?
He tried to suck in his stomach, but that didn't stop Alister's nails from raking across the taut, sensitive skin. The muscles under his fingers contracted wildly, putting his appetizing abs on full display.
"Ali-hi-hi-hister!"
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
Alex wanted to reply, but at that moment, Elliot blew a raspberry right on his neck, and he dissolved into laughter again, trying to shield his neck.
"Alexander, you should start talking," Alister poked him right in the belly button, causing Alex to make a series of amusing noises.
"Ho-ha-ha-w?! Sto-he-he-op tickling me!"
"Figure it out. Our trust in you has been compromised."
"No-hi-hi-thing hap-he-pened!"
"Well, look at that, you're dead wrong again," Elliot concluded.
His doom was sealed. El freed one of his hands and finally reached for his armpits.
Alex roared, laughing loudly and shaking his head. Not a single thought remained in his mind.
"Who do we have here that's so ti-"
"Elliot, hold on," Alister waved a hand thoughtfully.
"You're always stopping me from going all out today," El grumbled.
Alister clicked his tongue at him and turned to Alex:
"Cariño, joking aside, is there nothing you want to discuss with us?"
Alex couldn't find the words to answer. He couldn't even bring himself to look at them.
Elliot exchanged a glance with Alister. Alister shifted his weight, making Alex choke on the air.
They both stared at him expectantly.
"Uhh... Well, you... I dreamed about you..."
Alister made a hand gesture indicating they were waiting for the rest.
"Both of you..."
"Dreamed about us. Very interesting. In that way?"
"In that way," Alex breathed out, as if standing before a leap into an abyss.
Silence fell, and a few seconds later, a voice came from behind:
"Want us, Captain?" he purred into his ear.
In Elliot's eyes, Alex saw a hungry glint. It was slightly terrifying. A couple of minutes ago, El had been in his typical laid-back mood, and now it looked like he was about to devour him whole.
"Not here," Alex tried to crawl away.
"In a private room?"
"In a private room," Alister confirmed.
All Alex could do was stand up, not without Elliot's help, and follow them. Everything around him felt like slow motion; arousal always acted on him like a narcotic haze.
The moment the heavy door shut out the noise of the club, Alex seemed to wake up. But there wasn't much time to process what was happening. Alister gave him a soft shove in the chest, and he fell right back into Elliot's arms.
They sank down somewhere. Onto something soft, maybe a sofa or another mat. Alex felt his T-shirt being pulled off insistently and obediently raised his arms. As soon as the unneeded piece of clothing was tossed aside, his hands were locked above his head again. This time in handcuffs.
"Alexander," Alister settled over him comfortably again, "before we begin, you need to understand that we are going to go further than usual. Are you okay with that? Are you ready?"
"Ready," Alex nodded. How could he not be ready when his jeans felt suffocatingly tight, and he was staring at the two most attractive guys he had ever met?
"Alex, this is no joke," the last time he'd seen Elliot look this serious was during their conversation after the ring. "We might be rougher during this, are you sure that-"
"I fucking said I'm ready!" Alex yelled.
"Your wish is our command," Alister raised his hands.
The leather cuffs were soft but perfectly secure. Next to them, Alex felt a button. Safety was accounted for at every step here.
Elliot kissed his neck deeply, his hands wandering across his torso, brushing over his nipples every now and then. He was creeping closer to his armpits.
Alister, for his part, was stroking more than tickling. The gentle touches made him want to curl inward, sending goosebumps skating over his skin. Shifting position slightly, he settled between his legs. His lips brushed against his collarbones, chest, and stomach. Alex tried to suck in his stomach again, but that didn't stop Alister from continuing to kiss and drag his tongue across his skin.
Suddenly, he burst out laughing loudly again and tried to curl up. Elliot, completely unbothered and at a measured pace, moved his fingers against the skin of his armpit. Alex shook his head as if that could save him from the tickling.
"No-ho-ho-ho-o," a grin spread from ear to ear, wide enough to split his face in half.
Alister's hands moved to his fly, carefully catching the fastener. Alex tensed up again. Slowly, savoring the process, Alister unzipped the jeans and finally slid them off, leaving Alex in just his boxers. He groaned in relief, even though he realized how pathetic the wet spot on his underwear looked.
"So responsive," Alister's palm covered the bulge, squeezing lightly, and Alex let out another long groan.
Alister slipped his hands under the waistband, and Alex's vision swam with arousal. Crossing every line of decency, Elliot began to literally knead his ribs, making him lose track of his senses. On one hand, it was ticklish; on the other, having hands in such an intimate spot kept making Alex whimper.
He didn't even notice his last piece of clothing being stripped away, leaving him completely defenseless. Alister slid down lower, his lips pressing against the smooth head. Alex chuckled breathlessly, now shamelessly moaning right into Elliot's ear.
The Spaniard squeezed his balls at the base of his cock, cutting off any path to a quick finish. With his other hand, he stroked the inside of his thigh. From behind, Alex could feel hot breath against the back of his neck. Elliot squeezed his chest, playing with his nipples: alternately pinching and tickling the buds with a single finger.
Alex arched up when Alister suddenly took his entire length into his mouth without flinching. He had expected at least some foreplay, but no one was planning on giving him time to prepare. Alister's skilled tongue ran firmly up and down his length, while the hand that had just been resting peacefully on his thigh slithered like a snake behind his knee, threateningly dancing over the sensitive skin. Startled, Alex jerked his leg sharply and groaned, a sound mixed with laughter, but it didn't stop anyone.
Elliot simply bit his ear - something he'd clearly been dreaming of for a long time, judging by how often his lips used to hover millimeters away from it, whispering things. His fingers kept amusing themselves with his broad, soft chest, driving Alex completely out of his mind.
Alister's sharp nails lightly skimmed over his balls without stopping the tickling behind his knee, and Alex had to bite his lip to keep from squeaking.
He tried to jerk his hands, but only succeeded in making the handcuffs clank loudly. He wanted to grab Alister's hands and finally find release, but the opportunity just wasn't there.
"A-a-ha-lister," stringing sounds into words was barely happening; his tongue refused to obey entirely. Did he want to say something? It was easy to forget when a fresh bite or a fiery kiss landed on his neck.
With a distinct wet sound, Alister pulled away from Alex and surveyed the scene. The view before him was mesmerizing: two meters of pure muscle, unable to string a single word together. Entirely flushed, curls unraveled and scattered across his face, his chest heaving heavily, breaking out in red patches from the sheer excitement.
The sight gave him a massive hard-on, and judging by his partner's intense expression, he was barely keeping himself in his pants, either.
Regardless, this did nothing to ease Alex's plight. Passion hadn't made them any more merciful. Alister still wouldn't let him come, and now he decided to tease him mercilessly. With his other hand, he stroked the dripping cock again, stopping at the head. Using the nail of his index finger, he began tracing circular motions around the tip, slick with pre-cum, making Alex writhe like a fish out of water. The sensation was unbearable, unreal; Alex lost all control over his body. All he could do was lie there and take it as jolts like electricity shot through him. From behind, Elliot groaned in impatience, burying his face deeper into his neck. Seeing Alex like this was mind-blowing.
Alister gave him a few more preventative scrapes with his nails down the entire length. He was dying for it himself by now, and Alex was practically tearing up from overstimulation. He couldn't delay any longer. Sucking down tightly on the cock again, he began moving his head vigorously up and down.
Alex thrashed again; the overstimulation hit him just as hard as the tickling, and he was nearly screaming from the sensations.
Alister finally let go. It didn't take even ten seconds for him to come. Cum shot out instantly from the already hyper-stimulated organ. It wasn't a surprise for Alister, and he took it easily, swallowing.
He and Elliot looked at each other with wild eyes, also trying to catch their breath. That was quite the experience.
The problem manifested almost immediately, both figuratively and quite literally. Alex hadn't even recovered from his intense release, but the two of them were already so worked up they were about to explode. How, pray tell, do you explain that to a person who still has white spots in their vision from an orgasm?
Elliot figured it out first, carefully unhooking Alex from overhead. He lightly slapped his cheek with his palm.
"Hey, jock, wake up, you can't just leave us hanging like this," Elliot's voice sounded a bit strained, though maybe the wild arousal was to blame.
Alex blinked a few times, clearly struggling to snap out of it. He stretched his stiff arms, took in the situation, and reached for Alister's fly. Dressing up was clearly not on Alex's agenda. It took a bit of maneuvering, but he rolled onto his stomach. Now his face was buried right in Alister's crotch, while a plump, freckled ass was arched right up in front of Elliot. Neither of the guys intended to pass up their position.
Managing the zipper and the brief layer of underwear, Alex got to work. Alister's cock wasn't thick, around 16 centimeters long, his tanned pubic area cleanly shaved. Al groaned loudly right away, burying his hands in the soft curls but without pressing down on the back of his head. The pace suited him perfectly.
A lot of interesting things were happening at the back, too. Elliot might be a sadist, but he wasn't a monster; he respected his partner. Alex felt cold, slick lube. Elliot carefully slid two fingers inside, stretching him quite gently, if a bit unhurriedly. He wanted to start as soon as possible. Preferably a couple of minutes ago.
When El found his prostate, Alex groaned right into Alister, who gripped his hair even tighter. He was beginning to doubt his ability to last long like this.
Elliot finally finished preparing him and, having slipped a condom on, began to enter him. Alex involuntarily tensed up, and El stroked his back to soothe him.
"Come on, Lex, don't tense up. Gently now," here he acted with total deliberation, taking his time so as not to cause Alex pain with a sudden thrust.
This caused Alex to lose his rhythm every now and then, making Alister curl his toes and tug at his hair to make him bring the intensity down.
Gradually, El picked up speed, increasing the pace and depth of his thrusts. He entered harder and harder, making Alex gag slightly on Alister.
Consequently, Alex decided to quicken his pace too. Naturally, nobody asked Alister. Lex worked his tongue diligently, holding Alister by the hips. His face contorted with pleasure; he tried to pull Alex away from him again, but Lex stubbornly stayed put, pressing his freckled nose into the tanned stomach. Soon, Al came, collapsing onto his back. Alex, being a polite person, swallowed.
And while Alister was already done, Elliot was only just getting into it. He chose Alex's sides as his main source of amusement. A little kneading there, and Alex would clamp down tightly around him, laughter breaking through his groans. These pathetic twitches riled Elliot up immensely, and with a wild fire in his eyes, he kept hammering in faster. Already hyper-sensitive after his orgasm, Alex began to harden again. The second time promised to be even more shattering than the first.
Lust and power blinded him. How long had he dreamed of this? Ever since he first saw Alex at the club? Since he finally managed to gain complete control in the ring? His desire only grew with every meeting; he honestly didn't know how he'd lasted this long without pinning his athlete down on a table somewhere. And the signs he'd been giving! There wasn't a day where his hand wasn't on Alex's waist, but Lex seemed to think it was completely innocent and very heterosexual. Elliot was ready to make up for all the nights spent fantasizing about this ass.
Alex slapped his palm against the floor, hinting that he wouldn't last long. Not a problem, Elliot found a solution! He followed Alex's earlier example and gripped his balls at the base. Alex groaned painfully; there was absolutely no way to endure a fresh wave of overstimulation, and a fine tremor began to shake his body.
"I can't!" Alex felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"But I can."
Elliot's other hand dropped down too. He began rubbing the head of the already constricted organ with his palm. Alex screamed, squeezing his fists until his knuckles turned white.
He was already cursing Elliot's stamina. The guy didn't alter his frantic pace and still hadn't come. How was that even possible?!
He didn't have time to wonder for long. Elliot let go, and Alex came instantly. It was like he was unplugged: he went completely limp, held up only by Elliot's hands. Was El planning to pull out? Unlikely.
Thrust, thrust, thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin seemed to echo forever. Alex could no longer distinguish the sensations, nor did he try to track whether he had hardened again or finished. His mind was an absolute, all-consuming void.
Elliot amused himself with his body for a few more minutes until, with a quiet sigh, he finally came.
Alister came to his senses near the end. He looked at the two limp bodies beside him. Well, quite a successful first threesome...
Elliot, the tireless terminator, got up and looked around literally a minute later. His eyes met Alister's. They both looked at Alex. He was just lying there, not moving. They sat down together to wait.
"Did you overdo it?" Alister asked with a hint of worry.
"I hope not. He seemed like he was holding up fine."
But time passed, Alex wasn't getting up, and the tension grew. Finally, Alister decided to check his pulse and breathing.
"¿Che razza di bestia sei?" Alister pressed his fingers against the other's wrist.
"I didn't think it would turn out like this," Elliot quietly defended himself.
"Pulse is normal, breathing is steady. He's sleeping. Sleeping very soundly."
"We wore the poor guy out," they exchanged a relieved look.
Since Alex clearly had no intention of waking up anytime soon, it was decided that Alister would stay behind to pay for the private room time, while Elliot would be in charge of taking care of Alex.
El handled his task perfectly; draping Alex's arm over his neck, he managed to lift and carry him. Not on the first try, of course the guy weighed quite a bit but he managed to lug him over to the table.
Everyone was already waiting for them there. Jessica was the first to pounce.
"What did you do?!" she hissed in a panic, instantly rushing over to the sofa where they had laid Alex down.
"He's just sleeping!" Elliot raised his hands.
"Sleeping, my foot! How did you drive a person to unconsciousness, you absolute fools?!" Jess didn't let up, scolding them.
"We didn't do anything crazy, we were just having some fun," Alister tried to interject guiltily.
"Bring some water," Jess snapped without even looking at them. Elliot obediently trotted off to get water.
Kill, after hearing Jess's verdict of "Vitals are normal, but if it were up to me, I'd kill you," calmed down as well.
"Yeah, this is definitely a new record for you guys. I don't remember anyone being brought back passed out from a private room."
"He's been at practice all week, he hasn't slept a wink!" Elliot kept trying to clear his good name. "They have a big game coming up."
Alex really was wildly exhausted after a week of actively avoiding his own thoughts through an inhuman training schedule. After the long-awaited release, he finally let go. That was the result.
They had to take Alex home to sleep it off, no matter how you looked at it. Alister called a cab, while Elliot picked Alex up again. Jess, though she still looked at them with judgment, let them go. They were friends, after all; she trusted them.
Half the ride went by in silence, accompanied by Alex's peaceful snoring on Elliot's shoulder. Alister broke the silence.
"And what are we going to do about all this?"
"What else can we do? Split him down the middle? Someone gets the bottom half, someone gets the top?"
"Not funny at all," Alister nudged him.
"You, my friend, are looking at this from the wrong angle. You and I make a real team. What if... we join forces? We're trying to divide someone who wants to belong to both of us."
Alister grew thoughtful.
"Are you proposing a relationship? To me? To him?"
"To us."
"We'll have to ask Alex first..." Alister said, caught off guard.
"We'll ask him tomorrow. I want to know your opinion."
Alister pinched the bridge of his nose. On one hand, it sounded like a massive gamble. On the other, Elliot was an excellent partner to him in all their delicate endeavors, not to mention a very hot man. He needed both him and Alex. And the prospect of a "+1" addition pleased him more than it fazed him.
just so you know, i still have a christmas tree standing in my room. and i told myself that i'll change pfp only after taking down the real one
so yeeah i need to... i need to do something
last summer's commission for @dirtpie39
of course, the queen of SCDLT remains mia, but thanks a lot for giving me a try, too .ᐟ
Summary: Frustrated by Kyle's stubborn jealousy, Joe feels the need to let off some steam. But luckily, she chooses the most effective methods to do so, eventually making Kyle admit he was wrong.
Word Count: 1300
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"Can I punch you? Just one time?"
Joe could swear she hadn’t planned to say it out loud, but Kyle’s stupid look, full of hope that she would break up with her nonexistent passion, was the last straw in the cup of her patience.
Not only had Samshin thoroughly frayed her nerves, but now she also had to calm down a betrayal-shaking Kyle.
Joe clenched her fists, staring at Kyle, who sat behind his massive oak desk with an expression as if she had just declared war on his entire bloodline. His eyebrows were drawn together, his lips tightly pressed, but his body posture was humbly open, inviting Joe to do whatever she pleased, even as his whole demeanor screamed "I knew you didn’t love me".
"Damn, you’re just impossible!" Joe hissed, feeling the boiling in her chest, and with the grace of a cat, she leaped over the table, landing on Kyle’s lap. The blond didn’t even have time to lean back in his chair before her hands gripped his shoulders, and with a loud thud, they crashed to the floor, leaving Kyle, despite all his knightly bearing, helplessly pinned beneath the girl.
His slightly curly golden hair was tousled, his face frozen in utter shock, and Joe was no less stunned, not understanding what had come over her. In any normal situation, she would’ve slapped herself for such antics, but now, even when she should’ve backed off and apologized profusely, Joe didn’t feel like doing it. Energy overflowed from how desperately she wanted to prove Kyle wrong about her thoughts of someone else. Damn it, she’d been thinking about him long before he knew of her existence!
Joe was pulled out of her thoughts about justifying her behavior by Kyle’s flustered attempt to say something. The girl could physically feel the frantic rhythm of the heartbeat of the man beneath her — the owner of beautiful but utterly bewildered blue eyes. And as soon as Kyle opened his mouth, Joe immediately seized his sides, starting to rattle them like piano keys.
"AH!" A mix of fright and trembling was reflected in Kyle's exclamation, quickly replaced by nervous laughter. That’s when Joe realized she’d found the right leverage...
"Why do you have to be so stubborn, Kyle?" as if nothing had happened she continued in her still-angry tone, rapidly kneading his squirming sides. "See what consequences this leads to?"
Terrible ones! Kyle threw his head back, laughing like he’d never laughed in his life. And the thing was, he had never been tickled before. The sensation was overwhelming and unfamiliar, and Joe’s attacks in this situation were merciless. Little did he know that she was going easy on him yet...
"Ah, wait! Stop, don’t do that! It’s... ahahaha! Joe, listen!"
"What? Why should I listen to you when you refuse to hear me?" The girl’s hint was perfectly clear.
"I’m begging you! Hahahaha! I— Ah! It’s too much! I’ll do anything, just stop!"
"Oh, really? Then maybe you’ll finally admit that I don’t need anyone but you?! So I can hear it loud and clear." Her fingers began sliding downward authoritatively, dancing along the lower part of his ribs, sometimes brushing against the back and making Kyle arch like a bow.
"W-what?! Ahah! HAHahah! D-damn it! Joe!.."
Kyle was going insane, not knowing where to escape. Not only was he redder than a tomato from the tickling, but now he was also under moral pressure from Joe’s insanely embarrassing demand. How could he admit such a thing? How could he be sure of it without knowing what was going on in her pretty little head?
"You heard right. I want you to say that I don't have another woman." Joe stubbornly insisted, wanting to clearly see the fruits of her labor on Kyle’s character. If she was in this world for this purpose, she’d achieve it by any means necessary! Not that she disliked this method... After all, she loved a little bit of risky mischief.
"But I saw it myself! Joe, this is going nowhere! Please, make it stop, hahahaha!"
Joe’s blood boiled even hotter at such stubbornness. There was no longer any desire to reason with this child in an aristocrat’s body, only to force the truth out of him! Her hands slid lower, straight to his trembling hips, and immediately began digging in, eliciting an unprecedented wail from her victim.
"NO! Not there! Ahahahaha!!!" It seemed like the walls and ceiling were shaking in time with Kyle’s convulsions, and Joe herself occasionally glanced at the entrance door to make sure no one decided to drop by. "Fine! I give up! You don’t have anyone else, just stop!"
"That doesn’t sound very sincere," she leaned down, her breath tickling his neck. The portion of blush on Kyle’s cheeks — a man used to control and distance — instantly doubled, if not tripled. Not letting up on his hips, Joe continued tormenting the weakest spots. The blond desperately tried to grab her wrists, but it was futile. In her determined state, Joe was far too agile.
"Hahahaha! Ah! Why are you doing this to me?!" came a drawn-out, dramatic moan as the girl intensified the tickling on his unexpectedly sensitive hips, which were thrashing wildly in attempts to escape or shake off the tormentor. A smirk played on Joe’s lips. She realized tickling was foreign to Kyle and almost felt sorry for him. But punishing him for slander and proving her point was more tempting than pity.
Of course, Kyle had seen how tickling affected others. But he could never have imagined the overwhelming sensations it could cause, especially from the fingers of someone he... truly, genuinely cared about.
Maybe Joe really did care about him too, if her touches could make him feel like this? Or was it just the torture clouding his mind? Between attempts not to lose his mind from the ticklish assaults, thoughts raced through Kyle’s head about everything Joe did just to make him smile. Even if her methods were slightly violent.
"Ah... I get it!... I get it..." Kyle’s voice cracked as he began to realize his anxiety might have been an overreaction. "You... don’t have another woman."
But then Joe decided to push her luck a little and ask for more — just to be absolutely sure of his thoughts.
"And?"
"And you don’t need anyone..." Kyle hesitated, this time trying to fully convince himself, "...except me."
Joe finally relaxed and smiled softly.
Her hand mercifully retreated from his weak spots, brushing away droplets of sweat from the heavily breathing man’s forehead.
"And I want you to always remember that."
And Kyle really did remember. He’d always known it. Always seen it in her thoughts. But why was it so treacherously easy to lose confidence with this girl? Now, shame washed over Kyle, and Joe saw it in his downcast eyes.
"You want to control everything so badly, but believe me — you don’t need to. I made my choice a long, long time ago." She gently tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear and, with a light smile, kissed his brow, leaving Kyle speechless.
The blond let out a defeated exhale, merging with his already heavy breathing. For a moment, his face brightened with a relieved smile, and his eyes sparkled.
"Joe, you..."
The girl listened attentively.
"...are just a monster. How could you so cruelly..."
Tickle you? Joe almost teased him but realized her beloved character had suffered enough. The sentence ended with a full stop in the form of Kyle's puffed-up cheek, turning away in embarrassment, but not risking moving Joe off of him.
Well... After such harsh methods of persuasion, she would have to spend an impressively long time buttering up this tender soul.
I'm opening COMMISSONS slots for these options on Kofi
the reason? I have bills to pay and works to finish because I've not being so well last month, thankfully I'm feeling much much better now and I'm getting used to my new meds already!
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-PPY how do I know if you still have slots?
if you check my kofi and you can see my commissions are open, then I have slots.
-PPY can I request something else?
not for now, I need to finish the larger illustrations before getting any other time consuming work!
Hello everyone! I am so so so happy to announce that I'll be accepting commissions again *screams*
I managed to fix the situations going around and we're all good to continue ehe
You can check my ko-fi right here
Also, there has been a tiny update on the prices, so please make sure to check that out or ask me directly!
Again, thank you so so much for your endless support, everyone! You all were so so kind in your comments in my last post about me closing commissions. Thank you so so kindly for thaaaat, I was really happy ♥
I'll be reblogging this post tomorrow morning/afternoon, so please don't be surprised to see me around again!
Hi!!! Omg I love your art so much!!!! You are so talented. Keep working hard, but remind yourself to take breaks and rest. Please don't over work yourself. Drink water and eat when you need to. Anyways, idk if requests are still open, but if they are, I wanted to ask if you could maybe do anything with lee! Jinshi from Apothicary Diaries. If not, I absolutely understand and I hope you have a wonderful week!! Please rest!!❤
thank you for being so kind, literally only ate and drank when this draft was flashing before my eyes. i'm very glad you enjoy my convulsions that you call art, hope you don't mind this format!
Unbelievable, Jinshi repeated inside his head as he walked in quickened steps, ignoring the cries and pleas coming from behind. How many times did he need to talk to her about those "experiments"? What if it spread some disease in the palace?! What if she got sick?
No, he wouldn't risk it. The bad outweighed the good no matter how he looked at it.
"J-Jinshi-sama!" Maomao cried, putting up the last bits of her strength into her legs and overtaking him for the third time. Jinshi frowned as she stood in front of him with her arms open and was about to dodge, but Maomao followed him, insisting in blocking his path. "Just let me explain it!"
"Fine," Jinshi sighed, impatient, and look at the apothecary with anger burning behind his eyes, "but if you dare to try to lie to me again, I'll order the guards to burn down the whole pharmacy!"
Could he really do that? Wasn't that a too-important face to be discarded with a flick of his fingers? Maomao shook her head to dismiss those thoughts, it would be better to not put his authority at test.
"It's- it's not that poisonous," Maomao said firmly, pressing her lips into a thin like as she thought of her next words carefully. "The flower isn't toxic, just its pollen. And even so, you'd need to spend a week with your nose buried in one to start feeling the effects!"
"Isn't that exactly what you did?" Jinshi groaned, looking at the bag of flowers he had in his hand. He wasn't even sure if he could trust the apothecary at that point, but the look in her eyes made his heart swell.
"Not… necessarily," Maomao chirped, her eyes avoiding his, "but that doesn't matter! I need them to finish the recipe. Can you give them back no- ah!"
Just as she reached out to it, Jinshi pulled it away from her reach again. He looked down at her again, this time with a little more tenderness in his eyes. "What's the magic word?" He smirked and she let out a quiet groan.
"Jinshi-sama, please," she insisted, but he only swung the bag away from her hands again.
"You can do better than that, I'm sure."
Maomao whined, knowing she was running out of time. She left the mixture cooking in the pot and it would probably boil past the usable point if she wasted anymore time. She watched Jinshi jiggle the bag, waiting for her words. It was better to have him like that than angry at her, but she didn't have time for it now.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
"So? Do you want the flohoHOHO— M-Maomahaho?!"
"Give it back, Jinshi-sama, please!"
While she did ask politely, her actions went into another direction. She latched a hand on Jinshi's outstretched side and tickled him through his robes, aiming for where she guessed he would be the most sensitive at.
Like fuel to a flame, the reaction was immediate. His arm faltered and lowered, almost into her reach, while the other tried to push her hand away. "W-whahat are you d-dohoing?! Stohop, it tihihickles!"
"I'm sorry, Jinshi-sama," Maomao cried, seeing the bag just a few inches away, "but I can't play with you now!"
With a final hop, she snatched the bag from his hands and almost made him trip and fall. As they were steps apart from each other now, Maomao did one last polite bow before running back to the pharmacy. "I'm sorry, Jinshi-sama!" She yelled, not even bothering to hear his scolding, "I'll make it up for you later!!"
A/N: It's been a while since I watched the show and I wanted to write something with them, but the alcohol prompt got written before i remembered them so...
so, one thing i love noticing about Dio's skins is the variation in his claws — which can definitely be used forrrr inappropriate purposes
this once gave me an idea for a clash between him and Sieghart. the setup was that Sieghart, despite being a cocky little bastard, was dead serious about throwing down with Dio, clearly showing all his aversion toward demons. maybe Dio turns out to be stronger, but he's not actually trying to fight for real, instead, he subtly tries to break the stereotypes in Sieghart's head and show that demons are capable of "mercy" too. so Dio pins Sieghart down and punishes him, but... well, you know the ways
i was hoping that one day we could bring something like that to life in a collab, but if that doesn't happen after all, i'd absolutely love to read it in your masterful writing. plus you haven't written ticklish sieg yet 👀
and again, happy anniversary to you, you are one of the cool oases in this tumblr desert. may you be not devastated ever. love you fabinski
I want to strangle you for requesting me DioSieg arghhhhh
Thank you for stopping by and for supporting me in the long run, Val! I definitely want to make something better to collab with you and, even when you avoid me at all costs, I will make it happen some day!!
The loud metallic sound from their weapons colliding echoed across the whole place, over and over again. Their clashing was followed by gasps and grunts filled with distress and annoyance, the whole fight looking a little too serious for just a sparring session.
Dio stepped back after blocking another hit, nearly losing his footing with the impact of Sieghart's blow. Dio could feel the murderous intent behind the strike — if he hadn't blocked it, his head would probably be laying somewhere else, detached from his body by now.
This was going too far, it was getting personal at that point. "Enough, human," Dio growled, standing back on his feet. "If you wanted an actual fight, you'd have asked for one in the first place. It's a waste of time to keep this on— agh!"
"Shut it!" Sieghart hissed, seemingly more annoyed by the fact that Dio didn't consider their conflict real until now. He clenched his hands around the hilt of his sword, pressing it as hard as he could against Dio's scythe. "Get out of my sight if you can't fight me for real!"
"You—" Dio pressed his jaw shut, almost falling for the taunt like Sieghart wanted him to. No, he told himself, they agreed to call a truce until the search in The Abyss was over. He couldn't, not yet. "Know your place!" Dio yelled, using his claw to disarm Sieghart and push the immortal down to the ground.
The loud thud lifted some of the dust off the floor, both Sieghart and Dio panting quietly until everything seemed to settle around them. Dio had one of Sieghart's hands trapped under his knee and the other pinned against the ground, making sure none of them would manage to reach their weapons.
"H-hah, I knew it," Sieghart scoffed, barely managing to arch his back off the ground, "you were holding yourself back, you bastahar— aHAh?! W-whaahat are you doho— ack, s-stohop it! Gehet your hahand off meheh!"
"Oh? I didn't expect it to actually work," Dio chucked, amused as Sieghart began to thrash and writhe under his grip. After an afternoon fighting against each other, it was tickling that Sieghart struggled with? "Pathetic," Dio teased under his breath, slowly dragging his claw across Sieghart's stomach, gently tracing over the fabric of his shirt.
Sieghart kicked his feet and planted his heels on the ground, trying to push Dio off him or just move away from the tickling, but lacked the strength to do so. After all that effort, the tiredness was finally get to him — at the worst time possible. "Y-yohou ahare pathehetic! Lehet me gohoh!"
"Not until you learn to behave," Dio grinned, almost wickedly, at Sieghart. The annoyed laughter sounded much more appealing to his ears than the battle cries and threats from a while ago, why would he even let them go back to that? He had Sieghart just where he wanted. "Maybe, if you can stand this, I will fight you like you want me to, human."
This is a very self indulgent nu carnival fancomic ive been working on for a few weeks. It's a total of 44 pages which I will be posting online in 4 parts at they get finished. No schedule since this is just a personal project. Thank you for reading part 1! Things are brewing...
