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"Morning." "Oh God..." It came out as a strangled, low moan. He bit his lip to keep from babbling, brokenly begging for more. If this was a dream, it was the best damn dream he could ever remember. "Shh, we've got you, love." Harry's voice was low in his ear, cock a heavy, hard weight inside him, moving with slow, precise thrusts, as Karl's lips claimed his again, drowning the next moan, stealing his breath. He felt completely overwhelmed, out of his depth, anchored only by Harry's body pressed against his and the feel of Karl's tongue sliding across his open lips. This was, without a doubt, the best wake-up call Dom had ever received. Even if Harry and Karl were trying to kill him. "Do it," Karl murmured to Harry when he lifted his head. "Dom..." Just the way Harry said his name, making it a possessive, was enough to send shivers down Dom's spine. "Y-yeah?" Harry yanked on Dom's hair, bringing tears of pained pleasure to his eyes. "I want you to suck Karl's cock while I'm pounding your ass. Think you can do that for me? Think you can choke on his cock while I fill you?" Each word was a hammerpoint of need spiking through him. They'd only been together a few short days, and already Harry and Karl knew what made him tick better than he did. "Please..." "And when I think you're ready, we're both going to fuck you." "Oh God." OhGodohpleaseohGod... A moment later, Harry moved Dom to his hands and knees, knelt behind him and pushed in deep again. Dom gripped the sheets tight in his fists, and waited, body trembling with impatience. Karl nudged his cock past Dom's open lips, and he eagerly swallowed as much as he could, gagging when Karl slammed forward. This was everything he'd been seeking, everything that Sean and Viggo, even with their considerable skill and patience, could have never provided. "That's it. Feel us owning you." Harry started moving again, each stroke brutally hard, fingers of one hand digging sharp points into his hips while the other curled around his cock, started moving in time with his thrusts. Dom knew he would have bruises later, and he welcomed them. He was, quite simply, drowning. He felt light-headed, dizzy, continuously tried to take more of Karl's thick cock down his throat, continuously tried to move back in time with Harry pounding into him, the fist curled around him. This wasn't the sleepy wake-up fuck of yesterday morning, or the slow-burning marathon session from the night before. This was a full on assault that threatened to detonate him from the inside out. He lost track of time, of himself. His world narrowed to Karl's cock ramming down his throat, Harry's cock thrusting in his ass. He found himself whimpering when Karl pulled out, and he tried to lunge forward, mouth feeling stretched and empty. Already, he was addicted to Karl's taste. Karl slid back down on the bed, brushed a light kiss to Dom's lips. "Much as I love your mouth, that's not how I want to come." "Ready?" Harry asked, biting the soft skin on the juncture of Dom's neck and shoulder. Dom, too overwhelmed with sensation to speak, could only nod. He'd never done anything remotely like this before, but he trusted Harry and Karl to take care of him. So far, they hadn't let him down. He did his best to relax, let them arrange him so that Harry was on his back, Dom lying across him. He took breath after deep breath, anticipating what was coming next. When Karl opened him up, placed a soft kiss on the back of his neck, and gently started to push his cock in alongside Harry's, Dom almost wept from the joy of it. He'd never felt so thoroughly owned, so thoroughly cared for. "Please..." He had no idea what he was begging for, but he knew Harry and Karl could give it to him. "Shhh," Harry murmured, running soothing hands along Dom's arms. His eyes were clear, bright, shining with pride and need, and Dom responded to the look instinctively. "Just feel us in you." Dom nodded, nuzzled Harry's throat, licking at the droplets of sweat. Then Karl started moving, and Dom couldn't help the moans, continuous and needy, from pouring out of him. He'd never felt so full in his entire life. Each movement was slow, sure, Karl barely flexing his hips, careful not to move too fast. Harry kept still, let Karl set the pace, just held Dom to him as he kissed at Dom's neck, then scraped his tongue along Dom's chin. "How do you feel?" Dom couldn't answer; he didn't trust his voice. And, even if he had the words, he didn't think he could describe it in any way that would make sense. He just nodded quickly, flexed his hips to let Karl know everything was fine, that he wanted more. His own cock was trapped between his body and Harry's, and the friction over it every time Karl moved added another layer of pleasure to a body already on overload. There was no way he was going to survive this – he wasn't sure how anyone could. Karl came with a shuddering groan, the sound reverberating along Dom's skin. He groaned at the loss of Karl's cock when he pulled out, then almost immediately lost his breath when he felt Karl's tongue flicker where Harry was still buried deep inside him. The idea that Karl was licking his own come out of Dom's ass was too much, the last push that sent him hurtling over the edge himself. The world whited out for a minute, then came hazily back into focus. He was barely aware of Harry coming, of the soft kisses that Harry and Karl exchanged with each other. He was too busy trying to catch his breath. "Alright?" Harry asked, running the backs of his fingers along Dom's cheek. "Yeah," Dom managed to croak. He felt used and sore as all hell, and he couldn't stop the smile from blossoming on his face. He sat up, climbed off of Harry with only a small wince. "I feel fantastic." He knew it was completely crazy of him, but he wondered how long it would be before they could do it again. "Good." Karl stretched out on the bed, his own smile wide and beautiful to look at. "Damn, that was intense." "You two've never...?" "No one we ever trusted, love," Harry replied, with a slight shrug, as he also sat up. "You keep...you both keep calling me..." Dom paused, afraid to complete the sentence. Afraid to hope, even though he wanted them to mean it more than he could ever remember wanting anything. Ever since that first moment in the bar, when Karl had propositioned him, some part of Dom had been craving this. "Glad you noticed," Karl said. His look that told Dom everything he needed to know. His breath caught as his heart started beating fast and furious in his chest. "Are you serious?" "We're yours." Gentle fingers stroked the stubble of Dom's chin. "Just as you belong to us, we belong to you." "Oh God." Thank you, Jesus, thank you. "I don't deserve either of you." "I think we'll be the judge of that," Harry said, eyes going soft for a moment. "Ready for more?" "Please." More than anything, Dom wanted to show his gratitude and love for the both of them, wanted to show them both that he cherished this gift, that he cherished them. That they hadn't made a mistake. "Alright." Harry was silent for a moment. "Get on the floor and on your knees." When Dom, still stunned by the revelation that they both wanted him, needed and loved him the way he did them, didn't move fast enough, Harry hauled off and slapped him full across the face. The shock was brutal, fast, rocked him to his core, and told him more powerfully than any words that they understood what it was he needed and craved from them. "Don't make me tell you again." Dom was so hard he was shaking with need. Finally, he thought to himself, grateful beyond measure that these two men had found him. He scrambled, lightning-fast, off the bed and to his knees, barely had enough time to open his mouth before Harry was in front of him and brutally ramming his cock down Dom's throat. "Now Karl," Harry instructed, and Dom obligingly turned, sucked Karl's down deep down his abused throat, whimpered when Karl started fucking his mouth. He could hear wet sounds above him that meant that Harry and Karl were kissing, chasing each other's tongue and taste, and he redoubled his efforts, moved from one to the other, taking Harry deep, then Karl. Harry came first, gorgeous face unguarded, full of pained pleasure as he painted Dom's cheeks, lips and chin with his come. It felt warm, sticky, perfect. Dom licked at his lips, desperate for the taste, and then moaned again when Karl yanked his head back, came on his throat and chin in three stuttering bursts. Dom felt like he could bathe in their come, bathe in them. Once again, he moved from one to the other, softly sucking each head into his mouth. Come was drying in sticky clumps on his face and throat, but he didn't bother to try to wipe it off. He liked having their mark on him. "Fuck, you look beautiful like this," Harry murmured, and Dom glowed at the praise. Karl dropped to his knees beside Dom, softly stroked messy hair. "You okay? We were a little rough." "I'm perfect," Dom replied, opening his eyes slowly to seek out Karl's. He had no idea how to convey the depths of his feeling for the both of them. "You were perfect. Both of you." Harry dropped to his other side, stroked Karl's cheek with a finger, then Dom's. "Ready for a shower?" "Sounds like a good plan." Karl leaned over to give Harry a soft, slow kiss, then gave Dom a long, searching look. "We've been thinking." "Yeah?" Once again, Dom's breath stuttered at the look. At Harry's encouraging nod, Karl smiled down at Dom. "You already know the bed's big enough for three. And we've got plenty of room for your stuff, and for you to have all the privacy you need..." "Are you...?" This was too good to be true. "Are you asking me to move in?" "Don't decide right away." Harry's smile was patient, kind. "But the offer's there. And, if you wanted...after filming's done...we'd be interested in exploring this. In a more permanent arrangement." Dom bit his lower lip to keep from trembling. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. "I don't know what to say." "Say yes," Karl grinned, and Dom laughed, immediately at ease. "You two are what I've been waiting for, you have to know that. I just..." "We know." Harry's kiss was gentle, Karl's fingers running along his chest just as sweet. "We know." Dom nodded. They probably did know. "I just don't want to fuck this up." "And that's why we're taking it slow," Karl replied. "But, for now, I think Harry's got the right idea." He swatted Dom's ass playfully, grin turning wicked when Dom moaned. "Another kink, huh?" "You two bring out kinks I never thought I had," Dom admitted with a sheepish shrug. He had a feeling that exploring all of those kinks would take a very long time. He was definitely looking forward to it. "After the shower," Harry promised. "And maybe I'll pick up that camera of yours while Karl's turning your ass all pink." Dom was certain his smile had to rival the sun's. He couldn't think of any other place he'd rather be. Onto Wicked
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