SHAWN FUCKING HATOSY ON THE QUINN APP APRIL 21ST. I REPEAT. SHAWN FUCKINNG HATOSY ON THE QUINN APP APRIL 21ST. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THIS IS NOT A DRILLLLLLL. AND HES GONNA BE A CHEF BTW. PRAYER HAVE BEEN ANSWERED.
warnings: spit kink(duh), porn without plot, f!reader, established poly relationship(M/M/F)
word count: .8k
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Jack’s hips rolled against yours, his hand holding your thighs to his hips as he lazily bullied his cock into you. It was a mind-numbing sensation being squished between their two bodies. Jack’s chest pressed against yours, the weight of him reminding you just how strong he was. Robby’s belly, perfectly pressed in the arch of your back. His softened and still wet cock against the curve of your ass. His voice whispering a mixture of sweet nothings and mean degradations.
Suddenly, a hand in your hair pulls your head back, forcing you to look Jack in the eyes.
“Jackie,” you question, drool dripping down your chin.
Robby’s eyes snapped to his husbands, seeing how focused he was on your face. How his eyes followed the drool trail as it dripped further down your body and down your neck slowly.
“I want to spit in your mouth, baby,” he breathes, eyes still blown from the exertion. “Robby, I want you to spit in her mouth too.”
He glances at you both with a lazy smirk.
“What do you say, pretty girl,” Jack asks, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. His hips still rolling against you deeply. “Pretty please.”
“Open your mouth, baby,” Robby commands, a little more forcefully, his hand coming to hold your jaw sweetly. “You’ve been so good for us. I think you can continue doing that, yeah?”
You nod dumbly, opening your mouth, letting your tongue stick out. Jack’s hips stutter at just how willing you are for them.
Before Jack can think, he’s placing a quick peck to the center of your tongue enjoying the feeling of it writhing against his lips. He lets you hold that position for a little, watching as even more spit rolls down your chin.
You stare at him before your eyes flit over to Robby, looking to them for reassurance.
“Still being good,” Jack coos, pressing his cock in and holding it on your spot.
Your hips try to adjust to the deep stretch but they’re unable to move with how close he and Robby were holding you. Jack can see you’re about to stick your tongue back in your mouth so you could swallow easier but before you can, he taps your cheek to get your attention.
“Don’t you dare,” he warns. “Keep that tongue out for us, sweety.”
You whine, head rolling onto Robby’s shoulder in protest.
“I know, I know,” Jack grunts, gathering as much spit as he can in his mouth. “C’mere, sweet girl. Don’t swallow.”
You raise your head, tongue still out and slightly dry now. Jack meets you with an open-mouth kiss, allowing his collected saliva to flow into your mouth. His hips begin to roll into you again, relishing in the way the liquid vibrates against him when you moan.
He forces one last glob of spit into your mouth before releasing you, tongue sticking out of his mouth when he does.
“You’re turn, Rob,” he murmurs, eyes hazy as he looks at your semi-filled mouth.
Robby’s chest tightens at the way you struggle to hold it all in your mouth, throat quivering at the sensation. Knowing your throat wants you to swallow and the only thing keeping you from doing it was your submission to them.
Silently, Robby reaches between you and Jack, gathering up your wetness on his fingers.
“Rob?”
“I know,” Robby replies calmly, bringing your juices to his lips and sucking it off his fingers.
Robby’s eyes never leave Jack’s as he swishes your juices in his mouth, now mixing with his own saliva.
“Fuck, baby,” Jack mutters, the deep rolls of his hips turning into harsh snaps. “I really did marry the right man.”
“Tilt your head back for me sweetheart,” Robby instructs, the sounds of his slightly full mouth making you clench.
You angle your neck back for him, eyes beginning to water. Robby’s hand angles your jaw for him so he can get closer.
Leaning down, he allows the spit to fall from his lips slowly. Jack’s stomach quivers at the sight of Robby’s spit mixing with his own. The small pool in your mouth ripples as Jack snaps his hips into you aggressively.
“How do we all taste, baby,” Robby grins at you, wiping away the residual spit from his beard.
You can only blink at him, scared to even nod lest you spill some down your chin.
“Don’t fucking swallow it,” Jack grits. “So - hah - so fucking close, baby girl.”
Jack rises up, pressing his palms digging into the mattress. With his full range of motion back, his thrusts become even harsher. His breath becomes ragged and his eyes never leave your face. Robby is ultimately his undoing.
He watches as Robby sticks his pinky in your mouth, swirling his littlest finger in the pool of spit before bringing it to his mouth and tasting it.
“Fuck,” Jack cries out. “Swallow baby. Go ahead and swallow for me.”
He cums hard to the sight of your throat, watching your shared juices thickly flowing down your throat.
“I think we taste pretty good,” Robby finally says cheekily.
“Next time can I spit your mouth,” you ask with hopeful lilt in your voice.
Both Robby and him shoot each other a look. They definitely chose the right girl or more so the right girl chose them.
Emma loves being full when she falls asleep. Dana cuddling up to her girl— skin to skin, they both sleep better that way, close as can be— and gently easing her strap inside, cooing soft at Emma's quiet whimpers.
It stretches and fills Emma's aching cunt, the full feeling settling in her tummy and making her warm all over, deliciously fuzzy-headed instead of her usual overthinking. anxieties soothed, Dana's hips rocking a little to send gentle waves of rolling pleasure through her.
shhh, little lamb, that's it, there you go. just need something to make it all quiet, huh? I know, I know. I gotcha. always gotcha. such a good, sweet girl f'me.
Dana loves taking care of her little lamb like this, something so intimate that Emma trusts her with. she loves every soft, pleasured hum that Emma sighs out as she drifts off, fondness a pleasant ache in her chest.
sweet, sweet girl. shh, it's okay. there you go, sweetheart, there you go... getting all sleepy now... mommy loves you. mommy's here.
Boyfriends vs. Lip gloss || Married!Rabbot x reader
Summary: 3 moments when they wanted to kiss you but couldn’t and 1 where they(Jack) just don’t care
Warnings: f!reader | age-gap | rabbot x reader | established poly (m/m/f) | bimbo!reader | dom!robby | switch!jack | sub!reader | oral (m receiving + giving) | spit kink | praise | light marking (hickeys, lipstick stains everywhere) | body worship | mild possessiveness | hurt/comfort | chronic pain & prosthetic care | emotional overwhelm | bad day jack :( | caretaking as intimacy | messy kisses | lip gloss fixation | power dynamics | soft dom/sub tones
Word count: 5.1k
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You pride yourself on your beauty. Was that a little vain? Hell yeah, it was! You always say that a little vanity is healthy.
It was also something that Robby and Jack rather enjoyed, even if it was a thorn in their side at times. Especially when they wanted to kiss you.
Like now.
Robby opens the door for you as you hop out, a light blush dusting his cheeks when you place a hand on his bicep in gratitude.
“Thank you, Mike,” you chirp, leaning over to grab your bag from the floor of Jack's truck.
He taps you on the butt just as Jack rounds the front of the vehicle.
“Hey,” you exclaim, standing up abruptly and shooting the tall man a glare.
“Oh, please,” Jack grins, smacking your butt even harder than Robby did. “You love it.”
You turn away in faux-annoyance, mumbling, ‘unbelievable’ under your breath. Closing the door to the car, you begin fishing in your purse, trying to find that one clear gloss you recently bought. You were so focused that you hadn’t realized that your boyfriends had walked off.
“Yes,” you giggle when you feel the familiar packaging in your hands. “Found you!”
Your two boyfriends in question make it all the way to the sidewalk before realizing you were still at the truck. What were you doing, you might ask?
You were using Jack’s tinted windows as mirrors, reapplying the gloss on top of your perfectly blended lips. The pair watches as you glide the applicator across your lips, just as they had watched you that night at the Indian restaurant, except this time you don’t smush your lips together. Instead, you just pucker them, blowing a kiss to yourself.
You turn around expecting to find them right behind you. They both chuckle at the shocked look on your face when you’re greeted with empty space.
“Hurry up,” Robby shouts from his place on the sidewalk, loud and full of that authority that he always carried.
Your eyes shoot over to the sound of the voice before a bashful look appears on your face.
“Sorry,” you shout back, walking as fast as your heels would allow you.
“Well,” Robby starts, holding out his hand for you when you finally make it over to them. His eyes twinkling as you take his hand. “With you looking as pretty as you do, I think we’ll be willing to look past it. What do you say, Jack?”
“Oh, well. I guess we could let this one time slide,” he replies, carrying on the bit.
“Ha ha ha,” you laugh sarcastically. “God forbid a girl checks if she still looks good. Lord knows you two wouldn’t tell me if I had a smudged lip or-”
You gasp dramatically at the thought, making both Robby and Jack roll their eyes.
“Lipstick on my teeth! I gotta check on myself sometimes. Make sure I still look cute for ya’ll.”
“I’d tell you if you had lipstick on your teeth,” Jack exclaims as you all begin walking to whatever restaurant they were taking you to.
“Sure you would,” you say, rolling your eyes.
“I would!”
“I believe you, baby,” you smile, your tone just a pitch too high for him to believe you.
“Princess,” Robby starts, ignoring the banter and squeezing your hand. “You always look good or…cute.”
You glance up at him through your lashes with a suspicious look.
“You do,” he exclaims.
He stops and places a light peck to your forehead and then to your cheek, both making you giggle.
“Our pretty girl,” Robby coos.
“The prettiest,” Jack confirms, coming up to kiss your cheek.
“Aww,” you whine. “Thanks, guys, I feel so loved right now.”
They can practically feel the happiness radiating off you. If you were a cat, your purrs would be heard from space. Jack decides to seize the moment and goes to place a kiss on your lips, halting when he feels two manicured hands on his face, smushing it and effectively stopping him.
“Baby,” he questions, voice slightly changed from his smushed cheeks.
“No kisses,” you huff. “What part of ‘smudged lip’ do you not get?”
“What,” Robby asks, dumbfounded.
“Do you know how long this lip combo took me,” you ask, finally releasing Jack’s face.
“No. No, I do not,” Jack huffs, ego slightly bruised from the rejection.
“I don’t even know what a lip combo is,” Robby mutters, placing an arm around Jack as you stare them down.
“A very long time,” you sass, ignoring Robby’s statement. “It’s perfect, and neither of you are going to mess it up.”
The married couple stands there just staring at you, glancing at your glossed lips and then back up to you. They truly had no clue what a “lip combo” was until now, and now that they were noticing it, they had to admit it did look good.
“Sorry,” Jack says/asks, not sure how to respond to the information he just received.
“No need to be sorry, baby,” you grin. “I love both of you. But I also love looking good and being shown off. I can’t be shown off with a smudged lip! I’d look crazy.”
“Right,” Jack mutters.
“And you say you’d tell me if I had lipstick on my teeth,” you joke, walking past the couple. “Hah!”
“I would! Robby! Tell her I would!”
“Leave me out of this,” Robby chuckles, jogging to catch up with you, leaving Jack to stare ahead at his two partners.
“And I’m unbelievable,” Jack mutters, quickening his strides to catch up with you two.
“Is that my shirt, baby,” Robby asks, the neediness in his voice rumbling in his chest. “It looks so good on you.”
He had found you lying on your stomach on their bed with that headband you use when you're washing your face.
“You think,” you grin. “I found it after washing all our clothes. It’s very comfy, baby.”
“That shirt might be older than you,” Jack chimes in, patting his face dry from his turn in the bathroom.
“That’s so freaking hot,” you say with a playful smile, before returning to whatever you were watching on your laptop, curling up like a cat.
“Fuck, yeah it is,” Robby sighs, coming to stand in front of you.
“You want something, big guy,” you flirt.
“Yeah, you,” he states, voice deep.
Jack comes up beside Robby, his black sleep shirt hugging his muscles beautifully. This just had to be the time you tried that damn lip mask your friend got you, the expensive one.
“Sorry, boys, you might have to wait 15 more minutes for me,” you say, a sympathetic smile on your face.
“What? Why,” Robby whines. “You look so perfect right now.”
“I’m finally trying that lip mask my friend got me,” you explain bashfully. “Just 15 more minutes until it’s supposed to be fully soaked in.”
“But we want to kiss you now,” Jack states, as Robby hums in agreement.
“Well, my lips are occupied. Kiss each other.”
Robby groans out, plopping down in the empty spot next to you.
“We’ve spent nearly 20 years kissing each other,” Robby says. “We want to kiss you. Not that I dislike kissing you, Jack.”
“You do not have to explain yourself to me, baby,” Jack reassures.
“That’s just too bad,” you shrug, hopping up from your spot on the bed and making your way over to the recliner in the corner of the room. “Because now I want to watch you both make out.”
They watch silently as you snuggle into the large seat, pulling the throw blanket over you as you place your laptop on your lap. A frown makes its way onto your face when you realize that they hadn’t started yet.
“Chop, chop, guys. You have 15, no, now 14 minutes to fill. I want to see my handsome boyfriends making out. Get to it!”
You’re so lucky they love you and that they love each other.
“No,” you say firmly. “I promise, you do not want to kiss me right now. I have a plumping gloss on.”
“What in the hell is a plumping gloss,” Jack asks, a whine beginning to come through.
This was starting to get ridiculous. Jack swore you were doing this on purpose.
“You know,” you start. “It plumps your lips, duh. And it stings, like, really bad. Well, I actually kinda like it. But I don’t think you will.”
Jack just stares at you, “Your lips look fine normally, why do you need to plump them? And why do you need to get this ready if you’re just going to study with your friends?”
“Because,” you drag. “It’s cute, and I like looking cute, even when I’m just going to study. I’ll come find you before I leave, when I have my regular gloss on. ‘Kay?”
“Fine,” he whines, looking like a kicked dog as he walks to the living room to Robby, who is reading some romance book you got for him.
“What’s wrong with you,” Robby asks with a smirk, reading glasses perched on his nose.
“Princess, is what’s fucking wrong with me,” Jack states, plopping down next to the older man and setting his crutch on the floor. “This is the 3rd time this week I haven’t been able to kiss her when I want to. I’ve never had this issue before!”
“Well, that’s because I don’t put anything on my lips other than Chapstick,” Robby quips.
“Oh, you’ve put other things on,” Jack smirks. “I’ve made sure of it.”
“I’m about to kick you off me,” Robby deadpans. “Keep it up and watch how fast I boot your ass.”
“Wow,” the vet mutters, a pout on his lips. “Two partners and I can’t get love from either of them.”
“Oh, come here, you big baby,” Robby sighs, pulling him into a searing kiss that shuts him up.
Jack entered the house, his shoulders tense as he radiated anger. Robby could feel his husband’s mood as he entered the home, grabbing Robby and dragging him to their shared room.
“Jack,” Robby says gently, still allowing the shorter man to pull him.
Having known Jack for over 30 years and being married for two of those decades, Robby could tell that Jack was in pain. He could see that he was favoring his right leg, with a slight limp in his gait. He could also see the way he angled his neck, telling Robby that it also must be bugging him. But there was something else. Something emotional was tugging at Jack, and that’s what Robby had to actually figure out.
“Princess,” Jack calls out, his hands firm but still gentle on Robby, ignoring his husband's plea.
“In here,” you called back, the sound of your voice coming from the bathroom.
The sounds of products hitting the sink echo in the bathroom as you skip over to them. Jack frowns as he looks at you, his wrinkles becoming more pronounced.
Of course, it’d be just his luck that you're going out. Robby watches as Jack’s face falls at the sight of your lips. Jack needed you both, that much Robby understood.
“There are my boys,” you grin, lips lined, blended, and glossy.
“W-where,” Jack stutters. “Where are you going?”
You pause. You were still learning their tells, but you could see how pent up Jack was. You glance back at Robby, who shares your look of concern.
“Nowhere, baby,” you say gently. “One of my friends sent me this lip look she found on Pinterest, and I just happened to have all the right products. I’m not going out or anything. What's wrong? Do you not like it?”
“So,” Jack breathes. “We can kiss you.”
“Oh,” it was your turn to stutter. “Yeah, of course you can kiss me, silly. Just let me take this off.”
“I really don’t care,” Jack deadpans, manhandling you away from the bathroom entrance and further into the bedroom.
“Jack,” you say cautiously.
“My leg really fucking hurts right now. I’ve had one of the worst days I’ve had in a bit. I don’t give a fuck about your fucking lip gloss. I just want to kiss my girlfriend and my husband.”
He grabs you by the side of your arms, smushing his lips against yours, the taste of all your lip products dominating the kiss. He kisses you like he needs something from you. His grip is firm at first, almost desperate, but it falters halfway through, fingers loosening against your arms like his strength just… slips.
When you part, he doesn’t say anything. Your lipstick is now slightly smudged on your face. Jack isn’t any better. Having some of your lip product kissing his skin.
He just breathes. Shallow. Uneven.
Robby notices immediately.
“Talk to us, baby,” Robby says gently, coming up behind him and guiding him to the bed to sit down. “Please don’t fight me.”
Jack shakes his head like he’s trying to reset himself, but it doesn’t quite work. His shoulders are still tight, still pulled up like he’s bracing for something that already happened. Silently, Robby begins to help Jack take his shirt off. He nods at you, motioning for you to grab the things for his leg and a change of clothes.
You spring into action, moving to grab the skin-safe wipes and THC salve you had convinced him to use. You also grabbed some of the lavender and eucalyptus body oil you got him, but he never used. You didn’t care about what you looked like right now. Jack’s comfort rises above everything else.
Jack shakes his head like he’s trying to reset himself, but it doesn’t quite work. His shoulders are still tight, still pulled up like he’s bracing for something that already happened.
“I really hate not being the senior attending, Mike,” Jack grunts. “I know it’s just a matter of time before I am again, but damn.”
“What happened,” you ask, switching places with Robby as he takes the salve and wipes from you.
You slot yourself right behind him, frowning when you’re met with silence.
“Come on, Jack,” Robby sighs, bending down in front of the vet. His large, gentle hands taking off the prosthetic. “I said talk to us, honey.”
“Please,” you murmur, kissing the nape of his neck, leaving behind a messy lipstick mark.
Jack takes a deep breath, leaning into your chest as you watch Robby closely. You wanted to learn how to take care of them the way they take care of each other, and that meant a lot of watching and replicating. There’s something almost reverent in it, but efficient too. Twenty years of knowing exactly where to press, how to ease something off without making it worse.
Jack hisses as Robby carefully rolls his silicone sleeve down his leg.
“Got a bad spot here,” the taller man murmurs, seeing the red skin.
“Felt it,” Jack mutters back.
“Yeah, I bet you did,” Robby chuckles, as he checks the sleeve for any residual sweat or dead skin before setting it to the side. “We’ll clean that later.”
Still watching Robby, you place some of the oil in your hands, rubbing it between your palms to warm it a bit before wiping it onto his skin. You start to massage Jack’s bare shoulders with practiced ease, feeling the strong but tense muscles under your hands. A small smile appears on your face when Jack sighs into you, making Robby shoot you a wink.
It was something you were continuously trying to get better at so you could take care of both of them. Robby’s lower back was always a source of discomfort, just as much as Jack’s shoulders were. It made you feel good, easing their pain or getting rid of it altogether even if it was just for a little bit.
The smell of lavender and eucalyptus fills the room as Robby continues to care for Jack’s leg. He cleans the skin carefully, not rubbing, just pressing the wipe against it, letting it do the work.
“That,” Jack finally breathes. “That head attending, fuck, he pushed a procedure that wasn’t needed. I could have just-”
He stops to huff as if experiencing it all over again. You and Robby are both silent as Jack finally reveals what’s been bugging him.
“-It doesn’t matter,” he sighs. “The patient, we almost lost her. And, not only that, I-I spent the rest of the shift trying to reason with her insurance company. Trying to justify a procedure that she really didn’t need.”
“That guy is retiring soon, right,” you whisper, recalling other times Jack has complained about him.
“Yeah,” he relents. “That’s what I’m hanging onto.”
Robby finishes with the salve as Jack talks, placing a quick kiss to his knee. He’s about to get up when his eyes fall to the small growing bulge in Jack’s pants, a small smirk replacing the sympathetic look he had. He glances up at his husband, eyes closed and still leaning against you, enjoying the massage you were giving him. Your eyes meet Robby's smirk, your face reflects one of confusion before morphing into a timid smile when you see what he’s smirking at.
He nods over at the pillows at the top of their bed, and you quickly reach over to grab one from their many and hand it to him. Your eyes follow him as he places it under his knees.
“Wha-”
“Nothing, Jackie,” you murmur into his ear, your hands moving to his chest, pulling him further into you. “Just wanting to love on you. You always take care of us. Right, Mikey?”
“Us and everyone else,” Robby mutters as he adjusts himself on the floor.
Your hands move down to his belt buckle, your lips and teeth meeting his shoulder. You nibbled and sucked on his neck as your finger expertly undid his belt, the sound of the metal clinking filling the bedroom. Your core muscles were beginning to shake with the weight of him, but you didn’t care. Just like how you didn’t care about your smudged lip.
Robby watches you with a small hint of pride, loving the way you loved them. He glances at the lipstick and bite marks you were leaving behind on Jack, feeling his own bulge twitch. His hands spring into action after you unbuckle Jack’s belt, his fingers undoing his button and fly.
“Fuck, Robby,” Jack mutters, his hands coming to hold his husband’s.
“We’ve got you, Jack,” Robby reassures, seeing the overwhelmed look in Jack’s eyes. “Right, sweetheart?”
“Mm hmm,” you hum, glancing at Jack, doe eyes wide with caution.
He also loved that about you, always picking up on the smallest things. You were so aware of everything, especially what you didn’t know. You’ve never seen Jack like this before, so you were relying on Robby’s cues and trusting him to lead you.
“Keep kissing him, baby,” Robby reassures. “He cares so much for others that he forgets what it feels like to be taken care of sometimes.”
You nod in understanding, your hands coming up Jack’s arms, rubbing the sides of his biceps in comfort as you go back to the hickey you were giving him.
“You’re so good to me,” Jack sighs, his head resting against yours as he bucks into Robby.
“You’re good to us,” you whisper back.
He hums in acknowledgement, his breath growing shaky as Robby pulls his boxers down just enough to take out his now fully hard cock.
“You’re so handsome, Jackie,” you murmur, more to yourself than anyone else.
“He is,” Robby grins, his hand grasping it with a practiced firmness.
A blush was beginning to form on Jack’s cheeks, adjusting to the feeling of you seeing him like this. Though the whines he was hearing from you were reassuring. He lifted his hips as Robby pulled down his pants the rest of the way, sighing at the feeling of being completely bare for you two.
Your hands wander down to his chest, rubbing and scratching at his skin in the way you know he likes. He really did love the feeling of the nails he paid for scratching against him. Red streaks began to blossom across his skin, pairing nicely with the red and purple marks on his neck. You pulled away from his nape with a wet pop, admiring your hard work.
“You’re both so easy to mark up,” you grin happily.
Jack scoffs at that, glancing back at you. His chest tightens at the sight of you, eyes blown with lust. And your lips. Fuck your lips. They were swollen and spit-covered. The lip color had almost completely gone away. However, traces of it still could be found in the cracks and corners of your lips as well as your cheeks and chin.
For the first time, he strained to look down at his shoulders. The heat in his groin spreads all over as he takes note of the constellations of lipstick and bite marks on him. You were right, they were pretty. He loved them.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, his hazel eyes darting to you. “Please, pretty girl.”
You comply immediately, craning your neck so he doesn’t have to anymore. Your lips meet his, hot and messy. At that exact instant, as your kiss sealed with messy fervor, Robby took Jack’s cock in fully, enjoying the familiar weight of it against his throat. Jack bucked, the dual sensations overwhelming him. Robby’s lips stretched around the thick base of him, the deliberate, unyielding suction making Jack’s hips jerk involuntarily. Your tongue exploring his mouth, tasting of artificial strawberries and desire, all while Robby’s lips came up and wrapped around the tip of his cock, his tongue swirling around Jack’s angry head.
He felt every ridge of Robby’s tongue pressing flat against the underside of his shaft, while one of your hands found Jack’s scalp, scratching and pulling at the hair gently. Jack gasped and shuddered against you, making you pull away from him, a string of saliva connecting two of you still.
“No,” Jack grunts, licking his lips of residual spit. “I said kiss me, baby.”
Jack’s chest, neck, and face were now fully flushed, his freckles popping a little more now against the redness of his skin. His lips were just as swollen as yours and spit-slicked. His entire body was trembling against you, his abs especially. He looked so beautiful like this.
“Okay,” you whisper, your hand guiding him by his hair.
He moans into the kiss this time, your hand feeling the vibrations from his chest. Jack’s grunts and groans began to grow as Robby’s mouth slid down further, enveloping half of his length in wet heat. Robby sucked a little harder, his cheeks hollowing as he bobbed, tongue swirling around the shaft to lap up the drool leaking down. Robby came up spitting on the tip of Jack’s cock, allowing the spit and precum mixture to drip down him before taking him in again. His beard was beginning to become soaked, feeling the drool drip down onto Jack’s balls.
The more Robby pushed Jack, the rougher Jack kissed you. Smushing his lips against yours just a little more or shoving his tongue just a little deeper. He lapped at your tongue harshly, groaning when you whimpered against him.
He could feel the need wafting off you both in waves. It warmed his core and made his thighs twitch. He couldn’t think of anything else but you two. The heat you both were bringing him. Robby’s mouth taking him in. Your mouth feeding him your spit. To Jack, this was pure unrelenting bliss.
You weren’t doing any better. The warmth from the kiss shoots through your body, filling your head and making you dizzy. You fought hard not to grind against Jack, trying to focus only on the man in front of you. Your lungs burned inside your chest, screaming at you for air and forcing you to break the kiss once again with a gasp.
Your bashful eyes glance up at Jack’s, whose face nearly makes you cum on the spot. He looks so fucked out. Eyes rolled back, and chest heaving. Heavy sighs leave his shiny lips as his hand comes up to Robby’s head. Not pushing, just holding and caressing.
Your one hand stays in his hair, forcing his head to relax against you, while your other one gently rubs his pubic mound. The coarse hair lightly scratches the pads of your fingers as you massage it comfortingly, enjoying the sounds that Jack was making and the view of Robby.
“Mikey feels good, doesn’t he,” you murmur to him, a shy confidence overtaking you.
You only get strained groans from Jack while Robby hums appreciatively in response, the vibration thrumming along Jack’s length, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a teasing glint. Robby would be lying if your praise did nothing for him, and the proof was right between his legs. He finally pulls off with a loud wet pop before immediately allowing his tongue to trail down to Jack’s balls, the vet’s shaft resting against Robby’s face.
“He looks pretty, too,” you whine to Jack. “Look at him, Jackie. Doesn’t he look so pretty?”
Your hand moves from his pubic mound to his shaft, stroking him gently while Robby focuses on his balls. His abdomen tightens at the dual stimulation, his breathing becoming even more sporadic. Jack, with great effort, lifts his head from your shoulder, glancing down at his husband.
Robby’s hair was now slightly tussled from Jack running his fingers through it. The taller man’s broad shoulders strained against the fabric of his shirt, the hair on his back peaking out from the collar. His strong forearms flexing as his hands grip Jack’s hips, dusted with dark hair and freckles. Sweat glistened on his forehead, mixed with the saliva that had dripped onto him from Jack’s cock.
You couldn’t have been more right. He was really fucking pretty.
The sight of your manicured hands wrapped around his cock mixed with the sight and feeling of his husband worshipping him sent fresh sparks of electricity through Jack’s veins. He lets out a guttural groan, head thrown back and pleasure bursting behind his eyelids. His body arches while heat explodes in his abdomen, every sense overwhelmed by the man who’d been his rock for decades and the girl who shook his life up. Warm cum dripped from him as his cock twitched in your hand and his balls tightened against Robby’s mouth. Robby’s strong hands held Jack’s hips down as he bucked and tensed, feeling Jack’s thighs tremble around his face.
You gently stroked his cock a few more times, your nose buried into his neck as you watched his cum drip over your hands and down his shaft, a couple of drops landing on Robby’s face. You stop, still holding him as he softens in your grasp, his entire body slumping against you.
“Good,” Robby coos at Jack, backing away from him after giving the tip of his cock one last kiss.
You let go of him gingerly, placing a peck on his neck at the same time. Jack’s still silent against you, trying to catch his breath.
“You with us, honey,” Robby asks, bracing the side of the bed as he slowly rises up with a groan.
Jack just sighs, glancing over at you, his breath leaving him again when he sees you. Your fingers are in your mouth as you clean them, relishing his taste.
“Want a taste, Robby,” you ask, holding your hand out for him.
A sickening smirk finds its way to Robby’s face, glancing at his fucked-out husband’s flushed face before leaning down and wrapping his lips around your fingers. You let out a squeak as his tongue curls around your fingers, sucking them clean.
Rising to his full height, he uses his thumb to wipe off the drops of cum from his face before holding it out in front of Jack’s lips.
“Want a taste, Jack,” he teases, mimicking what you had asked him.
“Fuck me,” Jack whines finally, burying his nose in your neck.
You giggle at that, wrapping your arms around him. His hands come up to hold your forearms, glancing up at Robby as he cleans his own thumb, sucking the cum off of it. The taller man watches both of you, nothing but love on his face. His other hand coming to caress Jack’s face.
“You with us,” he repeats, thumb rubbing the apple of Jack’s cheek.
“Yeah,” Jack breathes with a nod. “Yeah, I am.”
“Good,” Robby breathes, flopping down onto the bed next to you and Jack.
“Thank you,” Jack says, glancing at you.
“What are you thanking us for,” you ask, moving to give him some space so he could turn around. “That was hot! If anything, I should be thanking you two.”
“You want to thank us, baby,” Robby asks, rolling to his side to face you both.
You grin, a response just on the tip of your tongue, when your breath hitches at the sight of him. His eyes were still heavy with lust, and his bulge was obvious against his sweatpants. You swallow thickly and nod, forgetting what you were gonna say.
“Go put on some of that lipstick or gloss you have,” Robby instructs. “And that oral gel I got for you and that sensitive gag reflex.”
Jack chuckles at that.
“O-okay,” you stutter, getting up from the bed.
“What’s your plan with the lipstick,” Jack asks once you enter the bathroom, having an idea of what Robby wants but wanting to hear it for himself.
“I want to see if it’ll leave a ring around my cock,” Robby smirks.
“Fuck,” Jack groans out, leaning over the older man. “That’d be so fucking hot, baby.”
Maybe your annoying lip glosses and lip sticks aren’t so bad.
Bonus:
“No, no,” you chastise. “Our lips have to, like, barely touch.”
You had been trying to teach them how to kiss you with your lipstick on so that they didn’t mess it up. So far, they have kept forgetting that whole “not mess it up” part.
“Well, what’s the whole point of kissing you then,” Jack says, eyes locked onto your lips.
“Do you want to be able to kiss me when my lips are done or not?”
“Fine,” Jack groans, snapping out of his daze and leaning in, determination etched on his features.
“Nope, you lost it. It’s Robby’s turn now,” you grin cheekily, turning towards your other boyfriend.
