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Op Kinktober Day 5 Hair pulling/ Threesome
Marco x Ace x Izou
Marco was still quite surprised how the conversation had ended.
All he wanted was to finally come clean with Izou. Because Marco had developed very strong feelings for the pretty, black-haired man for some time. He hadn't seen it coming that he was now deep inside another black-haired man. Ace's groan snapped the blonde out of his thoughts.
The way Ace pressed against him felt so insanely good. Marco let his hand slide over the tattooed back, watching in fascination as fine goosebumps stretched over the body beneath him.
Looking up, he gazed into Izou's hazel eyes. The man he desired so much. Black, long hair, pale skin, warm gaze. Izou radiated something that Marco perceived as coming home. A comforting warmth, like a cozy blanket and hot chocolate. Besides, Izou was one of the most loyal people Marco knew. And he loved Ace.
Marco was so in love with Izou that he never noticed how the latter adored the freckled man. Despite their great age difference. Ace obviously had a thing for older men. His ex-boyfriend, Smoker, was clear proof.
Marco rolled his hips, sinking deeper into the hot tightness. He hummed contentedly. Ace was deliciously tight. Izou's eyes were lust-veiled, yet wide open, not wanting for anything in the world to miss the way Ace's eyes rolled back when he came. His own hardness was sunk deep into the black-haired man's throat, thrusting every now and then, enjoying the vibrations when Ace moaned. So did the renewed constriction of the throat. Ace could only breathe through his nose, Izou gave him no time to breathe properly. Marco watched the long-haired very closely.
Every emotion on the 45-year-old's face was stored. Ace loved his position between the two older ones. Getting both holes stuffed was one of his most secret dreams. And finally this dream was fulfilled for him. While Izou grabbed a handful of black hair and guided the younger one even further on his cock, Marco clawed his ass. Surely tomorrow Ace would show some traces of their lovemaking.
But he didn't want to be in any other place at that moment. Marco picked up the pace, wanting to fill the younger man with his sperm at all costs. Izou groaned and put his head back, his hand in Ace's hair gripped a little tighter. Encouraged him.
Ace twitched, Marco hit his prostate with every thrust, slowly it became too much. But Ace said nothing. He enjoyed it anyway. Izou's grip in his hair became painful, a few seconds later a warm liquid filled the black haired man's mouth. Moaning, Ace writhed under the overstimulation, Marco's thrusts becoming erratic. Only a moment later he came moaning and gasping inside Ace.
Exhausted, the blond dropped backwards while Ace collapsed beneath them. Only Izou remained master of his senses. Out of breath, but steadier than the other two.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to be between you right now."
Marco squinted at Izou, thinking he had misheard.
"You want what?"
Ace chuckled, straightening up immediately. "Sure."
With a soft smile, he leaned down to Ace, engaging the younger man in a hot French kiss. Marco could only watch, his member responding promptly. Izou's tongue caressed Ace's, their lips barely touched, soft moans could be heard. Ace buried one of his hands in Izou's black silky hair, pulling it lightly. Surprised, Izou yelped. For a brief moment, no one moved. The older black-haired man's eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling of the room in disbelief. Only slowly did he lower his gaze until it met Ace's dark irises. "Do that again," he demanded, Ace grinning and pulling again, this time a little harder. Izou groaned loudly. Why did that feel so good?
Biting his lip, he let his fingers run over the younger man's skin.
All the while, his eyes were looking into Ace's.
Then he smiled.
"Fuck me. Take me from behind. And don't forget to pull my hair."
Marco was very surprised by this request. And it aroused an unprecedented desire in him. Ace could consider himself so lucky. He got what Marco had wanted for so long.
However, before Ace could comply with the black-haired man's request, Izou's voice rang out again.
"Marco. Do you want to join?"
The blond raised an eyebrow questioningly, but when Izou got down on all fours and wiggled his pale butt promisingly, it became clear to him.
"Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure."
A liberated laugh was heard from Ace.
A hand landed resoundingly on the older man's ass cheek, making him sigh in pleasure.
"Who knew you were so naughty, hmm, Izou?"
"Shut up. Marco, come here, you both have to get me ready or this won't work."
“As you wish,” Marco replied and positioned himself under the older blackhaired male.
He wet his fingers with lube and gradually inserted them into the black-haired man. Ace joined them and two by two and with twice as many fingers, they widened Izou, preparing him for what was about to follow.
Their cocks were stiff, joyfully aroused and dripping with anticipation. Izou wiggled his pale bottom, Marco growled, Ace drew in his breath sharply.
"Damn Izou, you're so sexy."
Marco nodded in agreement, removing his fingers and bringing his cock into position. Ace understood the blond without words and did the same.
Even if they knew what to do; neither wanted to hurt the black-haired one; Marco couldn't help but instruct Ace.
"Careful. You start. Please wait until I'm in before you move."
The freckled man rolled his eyes.
"I'm not a kid anymore," Ace grumbled, making the other two laugh. "But younger and more inexperienced than we are. Let me guide you, please." Izou had turned his head back slightly, smiling sweetly at the younger one. How could he have argued there?
Ace nodded, slowly inserted his hard member into his ass, which was dilated by at least 6 fingers. Izou, meanwhile, was tight as hell. Ace wasn't sure if they could really fit both of them in without hurting the black haired man.
No matter how much lube would be involved, it was impossible.
But Izou groaned, pressing against him. He was so aroused, so excited to be united with two of his closest friends and now lovers. He could hardly hold still.
"Marco, please," it came out between clenched teeth, the blond so taken with the blissful expression on Izou's face that he unceremoniously stopped thinking and began to sink himself into the black-haired man as well.
"Holy shit, god, Ace, Marco," Izou babbled, barely able to form a sensible sentence. He felt so full. He could feel them both inside him, pulsing, twitching.
"Take your time."
Marco's voice was soft but pressed, he had clenched his teeth tightly, holding back strained. It was a great challenge for Ace to restrain himself, too. It took all his willpower not to just pound his hot, tight ass.
Izou whimpered. He knew exactly what his body could and couldn't take.
"Move, please."
Marco and Ace threw a questioning look over the black-haired man's shoulder, suddenly it became even tighter around them, making them both groan.
"I said move," Izou demanded again, and this time they began gently thrusting into the hot tightness. Ace lightly tore at the strands of the black-haired man, thus eliciting a pleasant growl from him.
He really had a thing for hairpulling.
A satisfied moan was heard, encouraging the blonde to thrust harder.
Ace shook his head, sweat beading off his forehead.
"Shit."
He looked up, saw the blond's lust-filled face, and leaned forward. Marco approached him and they both joined their lips in a hot kiss.
Marco might love Izou, but kissing Ace was simply a heavenly feeling. His warm, soft lips pressed perfectly against the older man's mouth, Izou perceived it only out of the corner of his eye and longed to unite his lips with Ace's.
An affectionate look from Ace to Marco and with a sly grin, they both moved against each other, Ace pulling back while Marco sank into Izou.
The black-haired man could hardly think. His prostate was permanently stimulated. A little spit ran down his chin.
He was so happy. He had never expected anything like this. Sex with the love of his life and with Marco, who wasn't bad looking. And he could fuck too.
It was a wet dream come true.
The cocks inside him rubbed together faster and faster and harder and harder. Firmly Ace pulled the long hair, which made Izou a little louder and louder. A hand snaked around his waist from behind and began to jerk his member with precise movements.
"Oh."
Marco had to laugh. Izou was so surprised by the sudden physical contact that it was endearing. Ace moved his hand in rhythm to his thrusts, the ass that was already tightening around their cocks almost painfully announcing Izou's orgasm.
"What is... oh my god, ah, ah, aaaah," Izou moaned loudly and shamelessly, Ace following him only a few seconds later, filling the black haired man with his effusion. Marco was desperate to come.
A full minute later; in which he continued to fuck the black-haired man hard and mercilessly; he finally came, with a liberating cry, sinking deep into Izou one last time, pumping everything he had to give into him.
It took all three of them a moment to get their breathing back under control.
All three, silently agreed that this had not been the last threesome.
Ace pulled out of Izou first, his flaccid member coated in white fluid. He wrapped some of Izou's hair around his wrist and directed the older man to his cock by pulling harder.
"Lick it clean," he demanded, tugging warningly at the black, silky strands.
Heaven on earth for Izou.
Marco could only watch, his own penis slowly regaining its hardness. Who would have thought that the youngest among them could be so dominant.
Starting signal for round 2.