"Right." Sean claimed Orlando's lips in another toe-curling kiss, reached around him to pull up Viggo's shirt. "Clothes," he moaned between fierce nibbles. "Off." "Could the two of you just... Oh God..." Viggo's amused tone changed to fierce need when Orlando rubbed his ass up against Viggo's straining erection, and Sean scraped nails across his nipples. Right. Fuck patience. They tumbled into the living room, losing shirts, pants, shoes, socks, belts along the way until they collapsed naked in a tangled heap on the sofa, Orlando still sandwiched between Viggo and Sean, wriggling and moaning, trying to touch as much skin as he possibly could with his hands and body. "Guess it's his turn," Sean commented, scraping his teeth across Orlando's collarbone. "Guess so." Viggo stretched out on the sofa, stilled Orlando's busy hands. "Slow down, love. We've got all night." "Want...now." Orlando sounded suspiciously like a pouting child as he narrowed his eyes, gazing down at Viggo with a predatory gleam. "You're too calm," he stated, scooting down Viggo's legs, capturing Viggo's cock between his lips. "Jesus." No, calm was very far from Viggo's mind. In fact, the opposite of calm, whatever it was, didn't know, couldn't think with that hot as hell mouth over him, swallowing him, was what he was feeling. Sean slid off the sofa, grabbed Viggo's hair, lips and tongue plunging him into a swirling vortex of wet heat. One of Viggo's hands curled around Orlando's head, the other gripping Sean's muscled arm. He was going to die. Of course, he thought this every time they did this to him, but he would welcome death by sucking as long as it was Sean and Orlando doing it to him. Sean plunged his tongue into Viggo's mouth in time with Orlando's mouth on his cock, both of them engulfing him, surrounding him. Orlando moved with fast, reckless movements, with hollowed cheeks and deft fingers, Sean kissed him like the center of the universe was somewhere in the back of Viggo's throat and he was desperate to find it. Viggo's orgasm rocked through him, hard and fast, left him boneless and weak. "Much better," Orlando announced, licking a stray bit of semen from his lips, leaning up to join in the kiss. Three sets of tongues twirled around each other, taking and passing and giving, lazy and content. "The two of you are going to kill me one day," Viggo stated, stretching under Orlando's body. "Yes, but not today," Sean winked. "And now that we've gotten you out of the way..." Viggo grinned. "Time to satisfy the young one here." "Honestly, just cause the both of you are old enough to be my...okay, almost old enough," Orlando amended with a smirk when Viggo raised an eyebrow, "to be my father is no reason to be condescending. I can always take my toys and go elsewhere." "If you did that, love, who would fill you until you were screaming for release?" Sean asked, tracing a path from Orlando's ear to his neck. "Good point." Orlando tipped his head in invitation, moaned when Sean sank teeth on his collarbone. "I'll stay." "Thought you might." Orlando crawled off of Viggo, settled himself on Sean's lap, wrapping legs around his waist. Viggo watched the two of them try to suck each other's blood out via furious kisses for a few minutes, content to study the contrast between his two lovers...his own personal chiaroscuro. Tanned hands tangling in blond hair, pale hands tugging on dark curls, both of them sliding over each other, tongues exploring. The most beautiful sight in the world. Viggo rolled off the sofa, placed butterfly kisses up Orlando's back, smiled when Orlando arched into his caress. Orlando was so easily aroused. One of his more endearing qualities, actually. Then again, wasn't like Viggo had any restraint where the two of them were concerned. Or Sean, for that matter. Okay, fine, they were whores, but they were whores for each other, and that was the important thing. Orlando lifted bruised, full lips, leaned back into Viggo's shoulder. "Now, please." "Wish I knew how to say no to you," Sean breathed, dipping back in for another quick sweep of Orlando's mouth. "Turn around." Orlando obediently turned around in Sean's lap, was claimed by Viggo in a thorough kiss, and Viggo flailed for the lube in the end table drawer. The three of them had learned a long time ago to keep a tube in every room and the car. Stopping in the middle of things to run upstairs had gotten really old, really fast. Viggo moaned triumphantly when his fingers closed over the tube, and he handed it to Sean without breaking the kiss. Felt Orlando shudder when Sean slid a slick finger inside him, swallowed Orlando's moan when the finger started twisting and moving. "No teasing," Orlando gasped, breaking free of Viggo's lips for a bare instant. "No?" Sean grazed his tongue across Orlando's shoulder blade, finger moving in slow motion. "What do you want then, love?" "You. Inside me." Orlando's plea was moaned inside Viggo's mouth. "I suppose I could do that for you." Orlando raised his hips, moaned again when Sean parted his cheeks, slid his cock inside with a slow push. "Better?" he asked, snaking hands to tweak Orlando's nipples. Orlando gripped Sean's thighs, lowered his body until Sean was completely buried in him, sighed with pleasure. "Yes, much." Jesus, Orlando was beautiful like that -- all flushed and sweaty and full of Sean. Viggo knelt between Sean's open legs, licked the underside of Orlando's cock. "Move slowly, Sean, I want to savor this," he said, before sliding his mouth along the hard length. "My pleasure." Sean rocked his hips gently, used his hands on Orlando's waist as leverage to control the movements on top of him. Viggo relaxed his throat to take all of Orlando's cock, licked his tongue around the springy hairs on Orlando's groin. Orlando bucked and shuddered, moved up into Viggo's mouth, down on Sean's cock. Up, down, around in small circles...a dance they'd all perfected over the years. Viggo moved slowly up and down Orlando's cock, sucking hard, then swirling his tongue...loved filling his mouth with Orlando, loved the taste, the texture of hard flesh down his throat, on his tongue, stretching him, filling him. Loved Orlando moving up into him, loved the soft whimpers he made as he was filled again and again by Sean, by Viggo. Loved Sean's cock inside of Orlando, loved the way it made Orlando moan and move, loved the way Orlando loved it. Viggo moved faster, felt the answering response from Sean as he thrust upward into Orlando's body, forced Orlando's cock deeper down Viggo's throat. Orlando twisted a hand in Viggo's hair, fucked his mouth, pushed back on Sean's cock...pushing and pulling with frenzied movements, inarticulate moans escaping full lips. Sean stiffened, tugged hard on Orlando's hips, bit on Orlando's shoulder as he came, and Orlando came seconds later, thick and tangy, down Viggo's throat. Sean rolled back, pulling Orlando with him and Viggo wrapped his body around Orlando's front, sandwiching him, stroking his chest and sides as Orlando blinked, stretched, sighed in contentment. "Now that was just perfect, gentlemen." "I love how you get all polite after you get what you want," Viggo teased, rubbing his lips over Orlando's, then leaning over him to give Sean a longer, deep one. "Haven't gotten to do nearly enough of that to you tonight." "I'm not going anywhere, Vig," Sean reminded him with a smile. "I live here. You live here." "We all fucking live here. Honestly, the two of you could talk through anything, couldn't you?" Orlando grumbled, but there wasn't much heat in his question. He snuggled closer to Sean's warmth, pulled Viggo closer as well. "Much better," he stated happily. "You have more mood swings that a pregnant woman, you know that?" Sean asked, kissing the small bruise he'd left on Orlando's shoulder. "Whatever." Sean smiled, dropped another kiss on Orlando's shoulder, tried to sit up, and yelped when his back dug into the forgotten tube on the carpet. Sean pulled it away from his back, and blinked in disbelief. "Vig, what the fuck is this?" Viggo took the tube and peered down at it, abruptly covering his mouth as laughter threatened to escape his lips. "Um...I don't know." "What do you mean, you don't know? You're the one that pulled it out of the drawer." "What is it, let me see." Orlando wiggled his way to a sitting position, grabbed the tube from Viggo's hand, stared at the label in puzzlement. "How the hell did my hair gel wind up down here?" "That's yours?" Sean snatched the tube back. "VO5 conditioning hair gel? You don't use hair gel, Orlando." "Not often, no, but I do sometimes." Orlando grabbed the gel, then sat straight up, eyes growing wide. "No...we didn't...?" "Fraid so, love." Containing the laughter was impossible for Viggo at this point; he just rolled back on the floor, laughed until his sides ached. Sean and Orlando just stared down at him for a long moment...then they both started laughing themselves, leaning into each other for support. "Don't guess I'll be living that down anytime soon, huh?" Viggo asked, when he could trust himself to speak in a normal tone. "Probably not." Sean stood, the motion graceful. "I'm going to clean up. Orlando, I suggest you read the label and find out if that stuff is non-toxic." "Of course it's non-toxic, you twat, it's hair gel," Orlando yelled after him. But he read the ingredients and warning labels, just in case. "Although, cleaning up sounds good. And you," he poked with a pointed finger, "Stay here. You owe us." Viggo stretched out on the floor. "I'm fully prepared to lie back and take my punishment like a man." "You're hopeless." Orlando gave Viggo a quick kiss, then got up. Viggo took the downtime to rest up, recharge his batteries. He'd need to save his strength with the way the two of them went about doling out punishment. Not that he was complaining. He could think of far worse things in life.
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