Push-Pull

Erotic short. A man happily pinned between two others.

Rated E, 800w, cis M/trans M/trans M. Mild D/s, threesome, oral and PIV sex, implied overstim, teasing.

“That’s it,” murmurs Darius behind him, and Lou’s breath hitches in his throat as he’s eased up onto his knees on the bed, his elbows falling underneath him, his legs spreading behind him. His arse is in the air and he’s aware of Darius behind him, Darius’ palm sliding up his thigh and dancing over the edge of his arse before coming to grip at his hip instead.

He’s wet.

They’ve been kissing for what seems like hours, Darius and J passing him between them. Darius kisses smooth and slow and controlled, whereas J kisses him messier, sloppier, with far more eagerness, far more desperate hunger. If it had just been kissing, maybe he wouldn’t feel so raw and wanting, his cunt open and desperate for something in it, his cock so hard it feels like it could fucking explode.

They keep touching him, and that’s what makes it worse, Darius’ hands sliding over his lower back, his arse, squeezing his thighs and the sides of his belly, coming up to squeeze and touch over his flat chest, thumbs featherlight where they dance over his top surgery scars and make him gasp and shiver at the ticklish sensation; J’s more eager like this too, grabbing and pulling at him a lot more, keeps shoving his thighs apart and getting Lou to straddle his knee or the whole of his lap, and that’s even without when he glances over Lou’s…