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Holding Hands
The sound of his own heart was a defeaning drumbeat.
Luka, stationed kneeling at his head, held Adrien’s hands tightly as he tried to suppress the gasps and moans - Luka had ordered him to be quiet, after all. It was far easier to be quiet, however, when he wasn’t on his knees, naked, face down ass up, with Marinette tounging his hole.
“Ah!” Adrien whimpered. She was merciless.
“Ah.” Luka scolded, immediately smacking Adrien’s cheek in reprimand. Though it was not so much a hit as a sharp tap, it still sent shivers down his spine and caused Adrien to grimace. He never liked being in trouble. Had to be good. Had to be good if he wanted to be rewarded and not just tortured, but Marinette was more than enjoying playing tormentor.
She didn’t like to be in charge, true, but would gladly follow instructions to make Adrien cry if she was asked to. Adrien’s grip tightened on Luka’s hands as her swirling tongue left his overworked rim alone for only long enough to slide down and lap at his balls.
Oh. Adrien was proud of himself for biting back the word and saying it only in his head but the moment she returned to her station and her pointed tongue was inside him again, Adrien cried aloud. Luka growled.
“The neighbours are going to hear you.” He scolded.
If we had done this at my apartment and not yours we wouldn’t have had to worry about that. Adrien thought viciously, trying his damndest to focus on anything other than Marinette’s teasing tongue. Except then he zeroed in on the sting of her finger nails, on how she squeezed his cheeks as she parted them. The small crescent shaped indents would be visible for at least three days - he knew that from experience.
As Adrien’s resolve faltered he moaned again and Luka sighed as though he were incredibly disappointed.
“You refused the gag, Adrien.” He reminded his too-loud lover.
“I know,” Adrien panted “I know. I’m sorry.” Speak when spoken to.
“I’m not missing this lovely scene by going in to the bedroom to fetch one.” Luka clicked his teeth, Adrien squeezed his hands again. “So I might have to…” Luka’s fingers slowly slipped out of his and Adrien let out a wounded noise.
Luka couldn’t withdraw affection now, not when Adrien was so wound up? That was cruel?! Luka was a firm dominant, but he was never truly cruel. Luka’s hands however, made their way to his own zipper.
“Keep you quiet the old fashioned way?” He offered, eyes alight with the promise.
Adrien practically salivated, nodding eagerly. Words. He was supposed to words. Instead he moaned and was rewarded for his misbehaviour with the entirety of Luka’s cock in his open mouth. He revelled in the familiar ache in his jaw and the dizzying thrill of the click of the lube bottle cap.
If he was completely honest with himself… Adrien didn’t really enjoy Marinette fingering him quite as much as he did Luka. She wasn’t bad at it, by any means, and it certainly wasn’t unpleasant… but she never quite hit the right spots, and her slender fingers were a shade too short, more delicate and teasing than satisfactory usually.
Luka on the other hand… his fingers were thick enough to burn and well-informed enough to remain on target, both of which helped him to play Adrien’s body as well as any instrument he owned. He knew how to make Adrien sing. He knew how to make Adrien cry.
Adrien braced himself for Marinette’s finger, the intrusion was always a bit of a shock to the system. One slim finger speared open his already well-worked hole and he shivered at the bizarre feeling. He was never quite going to get used to it. Marinette used her free hand to gently stroke the back of his thigh, grounding him as the sensation changed.
Luka’s cock in his mouth was also a pleasant distraction and he rolled his tongue around the shaft, determined to appreciate his impromptu gag… but when Marinette added a second finger it became a little harder to concentrate on the throbbing vein his tongue had found and been carefully mapping.
When her fingers crooked, not quite hitting his prostate but certainly in the right area, Adrien groaned softly, the vibration shooting straight up Luka’s length.
“Oh that’s good. Again, Marinette.” Luka ordered. She obeyed, curling her fingers inside of him and Adrien hummed once more, more than content to be turned into a sex toy if that was what Luka wanted.
Then, startling him slightly, another of Marinette’s fingers joined her first two. For the life of him, Adrien couldn’t remember why he preferred Luka’s fingers. Not when Marinette’s were so fantastic that Adrien forgot how to suck cock entirely. Barely able to recall how to breathe nevermind blow, Adrien kneeled between them moaning softly with his motionless lips wrapped around the base of Luka’s shaft and three of Marinette’s digits scissoring his ass open - presumably ready for Luka’s use.
Oh he couldn’t wait. He was desperate. He moaned and murmured and groaned, every single noise an almost soundless hum around Luka’s cock nestled deep in his throat.
Then loss as Marinette withdrew her magical touch. Adrien would have cried if he could. Instead he noted Luka silently giving Marinette an instruction and then the cold blunt edge of something slippery where Marinette’s fingers had been moments before.
Adrien never minded the strap on. It wasn’t that Luka’s dick was better - they were both capable of wielding toys expertly against him - rubber was fine, it was just that it was different. They could both get him off easily enough but the real thing was warm and comfortable and part of him. The strap on (or whichever of their various dildos or vibrators had escaped the box) was slick and rigid. Cold, as it hadn’t yet been warmed by his body. An entirely different sensation.
He moaned around Luka’s real one, desperately pressing his tongue to the floor of his mouth to try take impossibly more as Marinette eased into him - always gentle from her. He appreciated it. Groaning at the sensation of being filled twice over (god he envied Marinette sometimes) he nearly distracted himself with the thought of what the papers would say.
Adrien Agreste who famously hates sex (he mentally rolled his eyes) gets pegged by his girlfriend while blowing his boyfriend. They’d have a field day. Far wilder stories had been run about him of course, none of them true. The thought of what the media would do didn’t quite form though, as he was soon fully engrossed with the slow roll of Marinette’s hips, burying her huge silicone dick in him repeatedly.
“Look at you.” Luka whispered, awestruck. It was quite possibly Adrien’s favourite praise - he couldn’t look at himself, obviously, but he’d heard him say it to Marinette too, when she was performing her role particularly well. When she looked glorious toying with herself, or was taking both of them at the same time as though it were her passion and her profession. If Adrien looked half as good as that while sucking Luka off and getting stuck with the strap-on, he considered himself very beautiful indeed, and believed every word of Luka’s hushed statement.
“And you.” Luka added, almost as an afterthought. He hadn’t forgotten that Marinette, naked and raised onto her knees, was fucking Adrien under his orders. She batted her eyes at him - she took no real pleasure in it, save for the thrill of following her instruction. The strap-on had no internals and no clitoral stimulation to make it fun for her. She fucked Adrien (and occasionally Luka) for their sakes, and was always pleasantly rewarded for her efforts afterward. To her it was no different than sucking dick on command. Fun - but not for her.
“Go faster,” Luka encouraged her, his hand gently caressing Adrien’s overstretched jaw “he can take it,” Luka promised. As Marinette fulfilled the order, Adrien gave a stifled noise, all he could managed muffled around Luka’s length.
“I’ll tell you to back off if he’s struggling.” Luka reassured her, making sure she knew she was not in control, that Luka was monitoring it and she was safe under his instruction.
Every time she buried the strap on as deep as it could go, Adrien could just-but-not-quite feel the kiss of her cunt through the harness, against the lower curve of his ass and Adrien longed for it. Being buried in her heat would be far sweeter a torture than having the head of his cock graze the carpet with every thrust.
A flick of Luka’s hand indicated he’d changed his orders - Adrien didn’t quite see the motion but he felt it when Marinette picked up the pace and began pounding him. Adrien wasn’t really sucking Luka’s cock, and hadn’t been for a while, in fact he was barely moving at all. Dazed and dizzied, Adrien could only kneel there slack jawed. Luka’s length rested hard and eager in his mouth, stimulated only by the sway of Adrien’s body as he was fucked completely senseless. The blond knew he was a drooling whining mess - he didn’t care. He couldn’t bring himself to care when Marinette’s rubber dick was slamming his prostate like she was trying to get him pregnant.
Adrien’s spine electrified with that thought. He’d long since learned to stop judging himself for the strange and sometimes impossible places his brain occasionally went during sex. The concept nestled away like a secret in his mind and fuelled his desire as he was toyed with - kept on the edge but never allowed to go over it, not without permission.
Another quick motion from Luka’s hand above Adrien’s head and Marinette went for gold. With every rough thrust she pressed him into the carpet and his cock ached desperately with the friction. Had he not been a superhero it would have hurt. As it stood they were evenly matched.
Garbled moans that ought to have been profanities were lost between Adrien’s throat and Luka’s dick as he fought for silence and lost. He was close. Dangerously close. Adrien screwed up his eyes, ready to accept his fate: he was going to fail. He was going to come and that would end his turn. He wanted to wait. Wanted to be good. As he reached the point of no return, convinced he was about to blow his load on the carpet, Luka spoke up.
“Marinette. Stay still.” Luka growled and as suddenly as he’d said it she was no longer fucking Adrien - the strap on remained buried deep inside him and for the first time in a long while Adrien’s brain stood half a chance of coherency. Adrien’s orgasm hit an abrupt stop sign and he took several slow, deep breaths through his nose to quell it.
“Adrien,” Luka said, his tone firm and unmistakeable as an order “Like you’re getting me off.” Adrien immediately hollowed his cheeks and returned to task. He could do that. He stopped what had effectively been cockwarming Luka with his mouth, and went back to licking, lapping and outright sucking, content to have both of Luka’s fists in his hair.
Being used gave him a welcome distraction from his own arousal. It was easier to wind down from the fact he’d just nearly come, easier to ignore the silicone strap on still inside him but motionless while he was sucking and Luka’s hands were gently tugging at his blond locks. To the letter, Adrien worked to try get Luka off… but that had never been his goal. Distracting him had been Luka’s intention and the moment he was sure Adrien was no longer in a hair-trigger, he pulled sharply.
With a fist in his hair Adrien was eased off, drooling and breathless from his efforts. Luka’s eyes sparkled with unspoken praise, and a thumb brushed the tears from the corners of Adrien’s eyes.
“God you’re beautiful.” Luka whispered. Adrien nodded weakly. He’d believe it from Luka. He’d believe it from Marinette. “You did so well.” He reassured, melodic voice a soft hum “Marinette… beside him. Same position.” He instructed, letting go of Adrien’s hair as Marinette withdrew the giant rubber dick from Adrien’s body.
Adrien’s jaw sang in relief but he felt empty. They’d both been loving him, both been part of him, and then suddenly he was on his own, panting and breathless - abandoned. Adrien whimpered and went to reach for Luka’s hand, desperate for contact.
“Ah. No. Her first. She did well? Right? Deserves her reward?” Luka chided, reminding Adrien:
“Kiss me?” Adrien begged, his throat raw and overused. He ached. Luka was going to fuck Marinette instead of him? His heart hurt. He wasn’t jealous. He was. He was very jealous. And totally envious. He was green. He loved him. He loved her. “Kiss me?” He pleaded again, barely coherent.
Marinette beat Luka to it, kneeling by his head and cupping his face to kiss him softly and sweetly. Adrien practically purred. He loved her so much his heart felt fit to burst in some moments. How could he be jealous? She deserved it. She’d done such a good job. Left him hard and needy and desperate, barely capable of rational thought. Just like she’d been asked to. She deserved it. Adrien purred into the kiss and kneeled up slightly to cradle her jaw.
The fruity taste of her lip balm (or was that lube…) toyed with his heightened senses, and still breathless he was sure he exhaled far too heavily into the kiss to be comfortable for her. She didn’t seem to care, lapping at his bottom lip and pulling back to peer into his eyes as though he were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Adrien swallowed hard. She was breathtaking.
Even more so when a hand bedecked in black nail varnish wound into her hair and her face lit up with unbridled delight of an unspoken
My turn
Marinette quite liked being manhandled. More than Adrien did at any rate (he didn’t mind a little). The mischief in her face as she was pretty much pushed into her requested position was evident. She’d earned the right to misbehave a little, she’d earned the reward she was about to receive.
Luka kneeled behind her and unhooked the harness that held the strap on in place, tossing it aside. When she was free to spread her legs comfortably he ran the bulbous head of his cock through her folds, growling softly.
“This excited already.” Luka was clearly trying to sound as though he was reprimanding her, taunting her for being turned on, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. Marinette failed to stifle her laugh.
“Can you blame me?” She asked honestly.
As though reminding her just who was in charge, Luka pressed his entire cock inside her in one swift move. His signature motion, and one she never minded, and was more than prepared enough to take - she squeaked her agreement to behave all the same.
Luka started slow, rolling his hips steady and deep until answering back was the farthest thing from her frazzled mind.
“Good girl.” Luka whispered softly. Adrien mewled dazedly. He was a good girl. Or she was. He was probably talking to Marinette. Whatever.
He watched as Luka’s pace slowly increased, as his lazy, tempered rocking became slightly more persistent, became eager, and then eventually became frantic.
Adrien didn’t know which one of the pair he envied most. Sure, he wanted to be Marinette, to feel the very real and very warm skin of Luka’s cock stuffed inside him instead of the cold silicone dildo (but even that would be better than the hollow, empty, lubed-up-and-waiting feeling of the moment) but he also desperately craved Marinette’s heat around him. Maybe both.
They’d done that before. He was too close to suggest it now, and turns was clearly what Luka was aiming for, but some of his favourite romps with them had Luka fucking him while he fucked Marinette. Adrien wasn’t ashamed to admit he liked to be in the middle. Not that he minded having Luka while Luka had Marinette either, but there was definitely something breathtaking about them both at once that he was never going to get over.
Ignored, his own cock brushed the carpet. It ached. The carpet burned. He wanted more friction. He wanted less. If he rocked his hips and Luka saw, he wouldn’t get rewarded and that was the end goal wasn’t it: that he’d have been had by both of them in turn? Bliss. He held back the whine in his throat and with a gasp Marinette reached for his hand. Adrien blinked himself through a veil, back to reality. Marinette’s face tensed, her eyebrows knitting as she approached an orgasm and - lacking any other outlet, she squeezed Adrien’s hand as hard as she could.
Maddened by lust, with her clinging to him as Luka railed her to within an inch of her life, Adrien couldn’t drag his eyes from hers. Bright blue lit up in pleasure and ecstasy. There was a beauty in it, Adrien thought. Not just in her (although, she was beautiful too, especially when arousal had dampened her brow and flushed her cheeks) but in them each holding on to each other in the moment, in seeking grounding and comfort. He ran his thumb along the back of her hand and marvelled in the sight of her. Of Luka. Of them both together. Of all three of them connected.
He tugged her hand forward and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Realistically, Adrien knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was Luka repeatedly slamming against her G-spot that caused Marinette’s climax, and not the delicate kiss of his lips against her hand, but it was still a coincidental timing. Adrien watched her shudder through it, cheek pressed into the carpet, her eyes wide and biting her lip desperately to stop herself crying out the way she so clearly wanted to.
Adrien had been with them both long enough to recognise Luka being on the edge. Dominant, certainly, but human nonetheless, and with Marinette’s cunt massaging his cock with every stuttered thrust as she came, Luka was perilously close.
Not for the first time Adrien wished they could: wished the rule didn’t exist, wished Luka could finish inside Marinette. With a lover who had a penchant for making them a mess, Adrien had licked Luka’s seed from nearly every inch of Marinette’s skin before. Never there. He gladly would. Adrien wanted to lap up the trail of come that would inevitably leak down her thighs, work his way up and inside her, make her orgasm against his tongue just after coming on Luka’s cock. He acted out the motion in real time with his tongue, pretending he was eating her out.
He whined. Marinette, barely coherent, squeezed his hand in sympathy. A silent promise:
Don’t worry. You next.
“Give me a minute.” Luka panted, slowly withdrawing from Marinette. He paused to admire the sight of them both, side by side, holding hands, each well fucked but poor Adrien hard and unfinished, desperate and trembling with it. He’d been so patient. Luka rubbed the small of Adrien’s back soothingly. Luka knew that he himself needed a moment or he’d explode the second he was inside Adrien - but he wasn’t about to leave his lover wanting.
Luka wanted to live in those moments. Because while there was a searing power in having the two most powerful people in Paris bent over, naked, on his living room carpet, submitting to him, above that there was a comfort in it. Both of them safe at home, both of them taken care of and both of them loved. It quelled the anxious part of his brain, battled into a quiet corner that little voice in his head that told him this time they won’t win, this time they won’t come home.
This was safe.
Luka reapplied lube to Adrien’s still open hole, gently massaging it into him to make sure they were covered. He kissed the ridge of Adrien’s spine gently, earning not a single sound. Luka quirked an eyebrow. He and Marinette seemed to be having a silent conversation about how to stay calm and quiet. Luka watched almost curiously as he stroked lube down his own length and lined himself up. Sure enough as he pressed his length inside Adrien with one sharp snap, Adrien stayed as silent as he’d been ordered to be, Marinette squeezing his hand as though absorbing the impact. Luka smirked.
“Look at you.” He whispered again. He quite liked it when they held hands.
And then it was his turn to break the silence, first with the slap of sweat dampened skin on skin and then with a soft moan. He was overworked. Adrien had sucked his cock and he’d been desperate to come then, then he’d fucked Marinette and known he wasn’t allowed to come. This time, knowing he was welcome to finish and already so riled up, he knew he wouldn’t last too long.
Which was probably a blessing for poor Adrien though who had screwed up his eyes and left his mouth ajar in a silent scream of pleasure. Marinette’s fingers intertwined with his and she began whispering something Luka couldn’t quite hear over the creak of the floorboards beneath the carpet. And then he caught it.
“It’s okay,” Marinette whispered with a promise. “It’s okay,” She swore. “You can finish he hasn’t told you not to.”
“Come if you want to, Adrien.” Luka reassured, wishing his voice weren’t quite as strained as it was. Adrien shook his head furiously - as though he were trying to wait it out as long as he could, to last and to be good even though it was unnecessary.
Knowing Adrien’s limits, what was and wasn’t okay, Luka brought his open palm down sharply on Adrien’s left ass cheek. With a yelp that was undeniably satisfying after the prolonged good behaviour and forced quiet, Adrien tipped over the edge, coming hard onto the carpet with a shiver and a low yowl. That was more than enough for Luka, with Adrien’s rim squeezing his length like a vice, Luka followed suit.
He loved to make a mess, and would never deny it. Painting one lover for the other to clean up was equally prized as filling one up, even if he got to do more of that with one than the other. Luka closed his eyes as first Adrien’s body finished pulsing and then his did. And for one brief, beautiful moment, every last drop was inside Adrien.
And then Luka withdrew and his seed spilled freely from Adrien’s overworked hole, and that was beautiful too. With a soft whisper of
“Fffuck.” Adrien collapsed into an undignified pancake onto the carpet beside Marinette, who was more than content and pretty much recovered. He had the good grace to roll onto his back at least before zoning out entirely. Marinette smiled at Adrien and squeezed his hand, unsurprised when he couldn’t muster the energy to squeeze back. His thighs trembling from holding a similiar pose for far too long, Luka opted to lay down on Adrien’s other side.
Still beaming, Marinette reached across Adrien’s chest to grasp Luka’s hand. Luka copied, gently squeezing Marinette’s hand while taking Adrien’s free hand with his spare one, linking the three of them with Adrien in the middle.
“I love you.” Marinette offered.
“I love you.” Luka joined in.
“Can’t words.” Adrien mumbled sleepily. “That.” He agreed.
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