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Beer and pizza littered the coffee table as three boys lounged on the couch watching some new action movie that Billy had picked out. He preferred those instead of horror, but none of them were paying much attention to the movie anymore. They had positioned Steve in the middle of them, Billy had claimed his mouth and Eddie was nipping, licking and biting at flesh exposed because his shirt had been abandoned hours ago.
Getting Steve worked up was their favorite pastime and that was right where they had him. Bucking his hips, rolling them to try and find friction -- he was fucking the air; both of them denying that sensation he craved right now. “I told you to stay still,” Billy said against Steve’s mouth as a firm hand came down to push Steve’s hips down against the couch. They two of them worked in tandem, there was never a moment where either Eddie or Billy weren’t touching their shared lover.
Steve was panting and desperate, needy sounds of pleasure filling the kiss he shared with Billy until Billy’s mouth was replaced with Eddie’s and Billy took over leaving teeth marks and bruises, fingers curled into chest hair tugging on it just the way that he knew Steve liked. Every so often they’d break a kiss or contact with Steve and their lips would lock in front of him, before their attention was turned from one another to him again.
Billy was the first to pull away, pushing the coffee table out of the way and clearing space for them. Sliding his belt free from its loops -- the only reason he even wore one sometimes was so he could loop it around Steve’s neck and tug him around with it. Grabbing a fistful of Eddie’s hair he pulls the metal-head boy away from their lover’s mouth who moaned in response to the rough pull on his hair. Billy looped it around Steve’s neck, sliding it through the buckle inch by inch until it was synched around his throat just tight enough to restrict his breathing a little. Eddie on the other hand stroked fingers through Farrah Faucet locks and whispered promises of what was to come.
Eddie eased Steve off the couch with Billy tugging on that belt while Steve crawled, a sight both of them loved to see, to the center of the cleared space. They let him watch as the two of them stripped each other down, kissing in a way that could only be recognized as a war for dominance. “You look so pretty on your knees for us, Stevie,” Eddie’s words breathless as he pushed Billy away playfully.
“He is our pretty boy, isn’t he?” Billy mused, letting the belt fall so it hung loose around his neck for now. Instead, he leaned down and grabbed Steve’s chin, lips locking with his teeth grazing his plump bottom lip as he broke the kiss and pulled away. Satisfied with himself, with Eddie and how they’d both left him covered in marks that nobody would see under his clothing.
“You two are going to be the death of me,” Steve rasped, clinging to whatever ounce of composure he had left.
“At least you’ll go out with a bang.” Eddie’s fingers wiggled as he made an exploding motion with his hands.
“You two are both going to bore me to death,” Billy sighed, rolling his eyes, a chuckle laced around his words.
The two of them stood naked, their cocks half hard just waiting for attention, Steve was still in his jeans, his hard cock was hard and straining against the inseam of his jeans. “Go on, pretty boy, show us what that mouth is really good for,” Billy crooned, fisting his hand in Steve’s hair as he urged him on.
Steve didn’t need any more encouragement before he took Billy’s cock in hand and wrapped his lips around the flared head. His other hand made itself busy wrapping around Eddie’s length pumping his fist up and down, feeling him come to life and harden in his grasp. There was a chorus of moans as Steve went between the two of them, giving both of them attention with his mouth. Billy’s hips flexed, thrusting deeper into Steve’s hot mouth when it was his turn, hand on the back of Steve’s head he thrust until he felt his throat constrict around his cock when Billy made him choke on it. “That’s it, choke on it,” he grunted, arching into that mouth until he felt him choke again. “Choke on Eddie now,” he instructed, pulling his cock free from his mouth with a pop!
It was Eddie’s turn and his touch was a little gentler as he urged his lover to take his cock next, his words just a little softer when he spoke. “Go on and choke on it for me like a good boy,” he praised, ringed fingers wrapping around Steve’s throat so he could feel it bulge when his cock was sheathed inside of it. “Fuck, just like that,” Eddie groaned, his cock twitching from the sensation of Steve’s tight hot throat convulsing around him in protest to the intrusion.
Steve’s skin was on fire, he needed to be touched. His cock was hard and aching, and it was sensory overload with how the two of them were treating him so differently. They always did and it always left him feeling just like this. Showing them both how much he loved every second of this with how enthusiastically -- hungrily he took them into his mouth.
“You look so good with a cock in your mouth, doing just what you’re good at.” Billy took his turn again, this time he showed less mercy, filling Steve’s throat in one thrust watching as tears welled in his eyes. Fuck he loved to see him cry, he looked so good teary-eyed and mouth filled. Billy's fingers were cruel in Steve's hair as he used his grip on it as leverage, fucking Steve's throat until he felt that heat pooling in his own belly and he knew he was getting close. He wasn't ready to come yet and he had other plans for that. When he pulled his cock free of that sinful mouth Steve looked well-fucked with spit and precum dripping down his chin. “You’ve been so good you deserve a reward. Don’t you think he deserves a reward, Eddie?” Blue eyes met Eddie’s soft brown ones as he nodded his answer.
Getting himself situated on the couch he watched as Eddie stood Steve up and stripped him the rest of the way down, putting on a little show for him and he was not complaining. Eddie's hands were all over Steve, bodies pressed flush against each other. Their kiss was all teeth and tongue -- hunger and need and Billy was using it as a visual while he stroked himself, waiting.
"You're going to ride him," Eddie told Steve between kisses, lining his jaw with them as he worked his way back to Steve's mouth. "And while you ride him, you're going to suck my cock and if you make me come before he does maybe I'll suck yours while you're riding him," he spoke a promise. Billy was lubing himself up with spit as Steve took that promise to heart and broke away from Eddie, his saliva mixing with Billy's as he leaned down to spit on the head of that hard length. When he turned around, he pulled Eddie towards them both.
"You're so fucking tight," Billy hissed as he pressed the head of his spit-slick cock to Steve's puckered entrance. He was gentle as he pushed inside of him, taking him inch by inch until he was bottomed out inside of Steve, feeling his muscles struggle to keep relaxed as Billy filled him.
"Just like that, relax," Eddie praised him, stroking Steve's hair as he took the full length of Billy to the hilt. Giving him a moment to adjust before he guided his mouth to his cock. Sounds of pleasure fell from the both of them, Steve's sounds were muffled as he took Eddie into his mouth. As if made to be in unison Billy started rolling his hips the same time Eddie did, both of them filling him at an alternating pace. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. When Billy was balls deep inside of Steve Eddie was barely between his bee-stung lips.
"Fuck, you're so good at this, our pretty little cock whore, isn't that, right?" Eddie cooed to Steve who moaned in response, letting them both use his body, his cock hard and heavy between his legs, needy and leaking precum onto the floor, a constant dripping as he was fucked mercilessly from both ends. He took Eddie into his throat, swallowing around his length as his moans vibrating around Eddie's length. He could feel Eddie was getting close. He could feel him pulsing in his mouth, twitching on his tongue. His first reward came when Eddie's hand pushed his head down as the metal-head came, painting his throat in ropes of white. Eddie rode out his orgasm, fucking Steve’s face as he swallowed every last drop.
Billy was arching up inside of him, fucking him hard as Steve met each thrust. There was no time waster as Eddie slid to his knees in front of them. He took Steve’s cock in his hand, licking up the underside, tracing the vein there before wrapping around the bulbous head. Moaning at the taste of precum on his tongue. Steve was seeing stars as that wet heat enveloped his length and started to take him deeper.
A chorus of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. Accompanying the orchestra was the sound of Eddie sucking Steve’s cock. The sound of his throat being fucked with abandon as Billy’s thrusts drove Steve’s cock into Eddie’s throat making him choke and gag in the most beautiful of ways. Steve’s hands were fisted in Eddie’s hair as he watched his cock disappear between his lips. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close,” he warned.
“Don’t come yet, baby, not until I say so,” Billy said against his ear as he pounded up into him. His teeth nipped at Steve’s love as he heard a nearly incoherent strangled sound of compliance from him. “Good boy,” Billy praised and he wasn’t one to give that often, it was Eddie who usually did, but Steve deserved it, he was doing so well. “Make me come and you get to come, go ahead. Make me come.”
As if he needed more encouragement than that. Steve held Eddie’s head down, filling his throat, his nose buried in the soft curls at the base of Steve’s cock as he rode Billy hard, faster, his legs feeling like he’d been running a marathon — like they would give out at any moment but he kept going. He was fucking himself and Eddie’s throat until he felt Billy’s fingers grip his hips hard enough to leave bruises and crescent shaped indents on his hips and he knew Billy was close. His cock was aching and he felt like he was going to explode if Billy didn’t let him come soon.
Heat spread through Billy at a rapid pace, his grip on Steve’s hips was him clinging onto him for leverage as he neared closer and closer to his release. “Go ahead and come for us, pretty boy,” Billy moaned against his neck where his face was buried, teeth soon digging into flesh. Moaning as he filled the man riding him to the hilt and without warning came deep inside of Steve, fucking him through his own release. That permission had been all Steve needed to hear, pulling back as Eddie opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue knowing just what Steve liked. With one hand tangled in Eddie's unruly hair and the other fisted around his cock he stroked himself hard and fast until he was coating his tongue with his release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Steve spoke, pleasure interwining itself around his words. Heat coiled in his belly like a snake about to strike, waiting for that right moment. That permission had been all Steve needed to hear, pulling back as Eddie opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue knowing just what Steve liked. With one hand tangled in Eddie's unruly hair and the other fisted around his cock. He stroked himself hard and fast until he was coating his tongue with his release watching as Eddie swallowed all of Steve’s come and wiped his mouth on the back of hand.
They took the time to catch their breath, before finding their way back to their spots on the couch with Steve between the two of them. “We missed the rest of the movie,” Steve pointed out.
“I think there is a rewind button for a reason, Stevie,” Eddie teased.
“And he’s the one who works at the video store,” Billy rolled his eyes.
“Screw you both,” Steve huffed, getting up to grab them more beers.
“We have,” Eddie and Billy said in unison, and they probably would again before the movie ended, they were never going to make it through Death Wish 3.