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Ilya was the luckiest man in the world.
Not because he was a multiple-time MLH Cup winner, not because he made a fuck ton of money playing the sport he loved, not because he happened to be born with superior genetics and a huge cock…but because Shane, his perfect husband, and Luca, the most submissive eager rookie he’d ever known, were worshipping his cock like it was their last meal on death row.
Ilya was laying back on he and Shane’s bed, his shoulders supported by a pillow as he sat slightly propped up against the headboard. He didn’t want to miss a second of what was happening, didn’t want his neck to ache and deprive him of the lewd, pornographic sight before him. His legs were spread, knees slightly bent to give Shane and Luca as much access as possible, as much space as needed for them to work him the way Ilya wanted.
Shane was naked on the bed, holding himself up on his forearms as he bobbed his head sloppily over his husband’s cock, moaning and twisting his head with every slurping stroke, his eyes closed in utter pleasure. His hard, neglected cock was leaking between his legs, leaving a wet spot on their freshly washed sheets.
Luca, on the other hand, still had his briefs on, his hard cock straining against the fabric.
Shane had agreed to let Luca suck Ilya’s cock, but he was being greedy, possessive, and territorial. So far, Shane had ordered Luca to keep his tight briefs on, to suck on Ilya’s balls as Shane’s fingers threaded in Luca’s hair to keep him there while he enjoyed the feeling of Ilya in his mouth all for himself.
By the way Luca’s eyes had almost popped out of his head when Ilya had stripped down, Luca’s mouth parting like Ilya’s cock was a popsicle on a hot summer’s day, Ilya knew that it was torture for Luca to be restrained from tasting him, craving Ilya’s thick length in his mouth.
But Shane was acting as a gatekeeper, and clearly wanted Luca to work for his privilege to suck him off.
So Luca lapped and sucked at Ilya's balls like a good boy, not for a second lifting his head to breathe, looking completely consumed. Not that he could anyway, with how firmly Shane was gripping his hair. He was drooling so much that his spit was coating Ilya's balls completely, making even more of a mess of their sheets.
Ilya moaned as Shane gagged himself on Ilya's cock, his mouth open wide around his girth. Ilya dragged his hand up Shane's spine to fist into Shane's hair, holding him as firmly as Shane was holding Luca. He helped Shane bob, pressing Shane down on his cock, watching as it disappeared completely, Shane's nose pressing against Ilya's pubes.
Luca stopped, temporarily crowded out by Shane, spit dribbling down his chin. Luca took that second to catch his breath, the hot air fanning against Ilya’s sensitive sac.
Ilya pushed his head back down, hand pressing on the back of Luca's neck, forcing him back between his thighs. “Did I say you could stop?" He growled, gripping his hair tighter.
Luca whimpered, the sound muffled as he turned his head further to the side to allow Shane the space to deep throat Ilya properly, sucking one of Ilya's balls into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue.
The room filled with a lewd chorus of spit and saliva. The slurping of Shane sliding up and down Ilya's shaft, the rhythmic gagging as he took him to the root, the sloppy lapping and sucking as Luca worked Ilya's balls with rapt attention. Strings of saliva connected their mouths to Ilya's cock and balls, glistening in the light. While Shane's technique was practiced and deep, his throat relaxing to accommodate every thick inch with ease, Luca's was messier, all enthusiasm and ardor.
Ilya didn't know how he hadn't cum the second both of their mouths had descended on him. He was feeling the exquisite pleasure of two eager mouths working in tandem, the wet heat and devotion threatening to unravel him completely. The sight itself would be enough to make Ilya cum if he wasn't so well-trained.
As Ilya tried to keep the mounting pressure he felt in his cock under control, he gazed at his husband. His cock was glistening in Shane's spit, his pubes matted with it, and Shane looked like he always did when he gave Ilya head. Like he was in Heaven, like his cock was the very life force he needed to survive, the oxygen he needed to breathe. His lips and chest were flushed pink, pretty eyelashes down as he focused on stroking Ilya's cock with his tongue and throat with every bob of his head. His back was only slightly arched as he held himself up, but even like this, Ilya could see Shane's perfect ass on display.
Ilya shifted slightly, his hand leaving Shane’s hair to suck his own fingers into his mouth. He got them nice and wet, reaching for Shane’s hole. Shane moaned around him, shifting on the bed to give him better access, rolling his hips against Ilya’s probing fingers.
At that moment, Luca came up for air, even though he hadn’t been given permission to, his eyes lidded as he watched Shane suck Ilya’s cock, watched Ilya finger his husband as best as he could in this position. His pale cheeks were so flushed, lips impossibly wet, his own saliva all over his nose from how long he’d been nuzzling Ilya’s spit-covered balls. He let out a shaky breath as he took a few seconds to watch, rutting his clothed cock against Ilya’s shin, seeking even the tiniest bit of friction to relieve himself.
Ilya tutted, stroking Luca's cheek with his free hand as Shane suckled and twirled his tongue around Ilya's tip, raising his eyes to look up at him. They were glistening and dark, full of raw lust and hunger.
"You're being so greedy, Shane," Ilya said, letting his fingers penetrate Luca’s parted lips. Luca moaned, sucking Ilya's fingers into his mouth greedily, his hand gripping Ilya's wrist to keep him there. He fucked them into his mouth, suctioning his digits like his life depended on it. "Poor Luca wants my cock in his mouth and you're hogging it all."
Shane made a sound, just sucking at his tip harder as he looked at Ilya with defiance, his nostrils flaring and brows furrowed. Ilya's fingers left Shane's hole, immediately drawing a sound of protest from Shane as his cock slipped from Shane's mouth. Ilya's hands gripped Shane's hair by the base, pulling his head up roughly, leaning forward so his face was close to Shane's.
Shane looked desperate. He was breathing heavily, his eyes darting from Ilya’s commanding eyes to his lips. Shane’s tongue poked out from his parted lips, teetering forward despite the sharp pull at his nape, wanting to kiss Ilya. But Ilya yanked him backwards again, denying him the contact.
"Luca is going to suck my cock now," Ilya commanded, looking right into Shane’s eyes. His breathing was still heavy, his chest heaving as he stared back hotly at Ilya. “And you’re going to watch."
Ilya let go of Shane’s hair, dragging his hand back down his spine to his ass, but he didn’t give him the pleasure of his fingers again. He simply gripped an ass cheek in his palm, squeezing roughly.
Luca was still sucking away at Ilya’s fingers, waiting for permission to move. With some effort, Ilya pulled his hand away from Luca’s mouth, running his hand through Luca’s hair almost gently.
“Are you ready for my cock?" He murmured, his voice rough and low.
Luca nodded eagerly, already leaning forward, his tongue practically lolling out of his mouth. “Please,” he gasped, his voice teeming with need.
Ilya heard Shane suck in a breath, a possessive and guttural sound. But for the sake of teasing Shane, for the thrill Shane’s jealousy made Ilya feel in his gut, he kept his eyes fixed on Luca, his fingers massaging Luca’s skull.
“Then suck,” Ilya ordered, shoving Luca’s head down without hesitation.
Luca’s hands slid across Ilya’s hips to stabilize himself. The second Luca got Ilya in his mouth, the hot slickness enveloping him, Ilya moaned. He sucked him messily, only braving five inches, pulling up to his tip before bobbing down again, his tongue tracing every ridge and vein of Ilya’s cock.
"Is that all you can take?" Ilya demanded, raising an eyebrow, his hand still pressed on the back of Luca's head. Luca’s mouth and lips felt amazing, but he needed more. "You've waited patiently all this time and you’re only taking half of me."
Shane practically scoffed, and Ilya gave his ass a blistering smack, causing Shane to jolt forward. Both of his hands were gripping Ilya's thigh as he kept himself up, and he dug so hard into his skin, his nails left marks.
Luca sucked off with a wet sound, panic flashing in his blue eyes as he looked up at Ilya, like he'd disappointed him. "N-no," he stuttered, "I can do better."
Ilya sneered, his voice dropping lower. “Then throat my fucking cock properly.”
Luca sucked in a deep breath before he lowered his mouth onto Ilya again, slowly fitting his cock inch by inch. He gagged when he got to what was clearly his limit, stopping there as he tried in vain to relax his throat to accommodate Ilya's cock.
Ilya bucked his hips up, encouraging Luca to continue, but Luca struggled, pools of saliva dripping from his mouth all over Ilya’s thighs as he tried to force Ilya into his throat, his jaw strained and lips stretched.
Ilya beckoned Shane forward and Shane lunged for Ilya's cock like a starving man, but Ilya clasped his jaw and pulled him toward him. "No, no," he murmured, guiding Shane towards his chest and to his nipple. Shane quickly leaned down, flicking his tongue over Ilya's nipple before sucking roughly, enough to hurt.
Ilya let out a pained groan, but he wasn’t going to punish Shane. He knew he’d deprived him of his perfect cock just to have him watch Luca struggle, so he was going to let Shane take it out on him with a hint of sweet pain.
As Shane sucked his nipple obediently, Ilya bucked his hips up again, causing Luca to gag. Before he could pull away, Ilya forced his head down, continuing to thrust his hips.
Wet, filthy gagging sounds erupted from Luca's throat as he choked on Ilya’s cock, his body convulsing with each brutal thrust. Gurgling and choking, he struggled to breathe around the thickness filling his throat, causing Ilya to moan. "Like that," Ilya groaned, watching as Luca’s cheeks flushed dark red, as his fingers dug harder into Ilya's hips.
The pleasure was exquisite. Shane’s practiced mouth sucking and stimulating his sensitive nipple and Luca's throat convulsing around him were sending waves of sensation through Ilya's body. Ilya began to slow his hips to give Luca a break. He let go of his head, allowing him to pull away with a gasping breath, taking that moment to pull Shane’s lips to him, devouring his mouth.
When he pulled away, a string of spit hanging between their lips, Ilya pushed down on Shane's shoulder to move him back down. "Show him how I like it, Shane."
Shane settled between Ilya’s thighs, practically pushing Luca off him. Luca sat back on his calves as he continued to catch his breath, looking like a wounded puppy.
Shane wasted no time burying himself on Ilya’s cock, taking Ilya with enthusiasm. Ilya let him suck to his enjoyment for a bit longer before he began thrusting his hips into Shane's mouth, planting his feet onto the bed for more leverage, fucking his throat like Shane loved, his hands clutching the sides of his head. His throat opened effortlessly, relaxed and welcoming, accommodating every thick inch. Where Luca had choked and gagged, Shane's face remained composed, serene even, his eyes heavy with gratification rather than strain.
Shane was moaning with each thrust, Ilya's neck straining with pleasure as he grunted and groaned. Shane’s l eyes were fixed on Ilya, almost a challenge, as if wanting him to acknowledge in that moment that it was better if he just let Shane bring him to completion as expertly as he always did – that no one could take him like this, so deep and easy and perfect.
And even though Shane's mouth was Ilya's favourite in the whole wide world, even though it was going to take all of his willpower to pull him off, Ilya couldn't let this end before he took turns throat fucking them both.
Ilya studied Luca as he watched Ilya fuck Shane’s throat. Despite having been pushed away, Luca stroked and palmed his hard cock through his briefs, eyes fixed on where Shane’s mouth and Ilya’s cock became one. He was leaking precum like a faucet, a dark wet spot apparent through the fabric. His blue eyes were blown out, pupils dilated. The red flush of his cheeks spread across his chest as he breathed deeply.
Ilya could tell Luca was jealous. Of the both of them. Jealous of Shane for having access to Ilya’s big, rock hard cock whenever he wanted. Jealous that Shane was able to take his whole length so easily, like it was nothing. Jealous of Ilya for getting to take pleasure from Shane’s expert, ravenous mouth whenever he desired. Jealous that even though Shane’s cock had gone untouched this whole time, it was pressed and grinding into the bed as he lay in position to get throat fucked while Luca’s own cock was entrapped in his briefs.
In that brief moment watching Luca, Ilya had lost control of his hips, and he could feel heat pooling in his stomach. He was going to cum soon if he didn't stop. He slowed down until he came to a stop, chest heaving with effort.
Shane pulled off with a whine, looking up at Ilya questioningly. "I was so close to making you cum," he croaked wetly, his eyebrows furrowing together. It was crazy that Shane even knew that, that he knew his husband's body like the back of his hand, could identify the tells of his arousal instinctively.
"I think we give Luca second chance," Ilya breathed, massaging Shane's shoulders, even as Shane glared at him. "And then I will make you take turns fucking your throats on my cock."
Shane huffed, but he moved back to Ilya's side to give Luca space between his thighs again, resuming his position from before. Ilya grabbed his ass again, giving him a gentle pat. "Be good," he murmured, kissing the top of his head.
Luca got back between Ilya's thighs, almost looking intimidated, like if he failed to impress, it would be the end of the world. With a shuddering breath he spat on Ilya's cock, wrapping his hand around his thick base as he slowly started to suck him off again, working himself back up to speed.
Shane watched, seemingly unimpressed, but he said nothing. He simply reached around to squeeze Ilya’s balls, sending his hips bucking into Luca’s mouth.
“I just showed you how he likes it,” Shane scolded, as firm as a schoolteacher. Ilya had to chuckle even as he moaned around Luca’s seizing throat, his hips pushing up.
Luca began his second attempt to get all 9 inches of Ilya's cock down his throat again, but was met with the same resistance. Ilya could practically feel Luca’s arms shaking on his thighs, could see the tears gathering in his eyes with frustration and humiliation.
"Shane," Ilya started, just as Shane's hand shot out and fisted Luca's hair, yanking him down roughly onto Ilya's cock.
Ilya’s body twitched, eyes growing wide. Shane could be rough with Ilya, and Ilya would obey like a dog on a leash, but he wasn't expecting Shane to be so rough and forceful with their team’s rookie.
“Shane,” Ilya tried again, but he had his breath knocked out of him as Shane pulled Luca’s head back up before pushing it down again, forcing him deeper all the way to Ilya’s base, even as he gagged. He began guiding Luca’s head up and down, setting a brutal, merciless pace. Ilya could feel every desperate swallow, every involuntary gag rippling along his length as Luca's body fought the intrusion, pleasure shooting up his spine despite his shock.
“If you’re going to suck my husband’s cock, you’re going to do it properly,” Shane snapped, his voice sharp.
Luca's hands scrabbled uselessly at Ilya's thighs, his fingers digging in as his body shook.
“Shane,” Ilya warned again, even as he moaned, grabbing Shane’s wrist firmly to stop him. Luca immediately pulled off him, coughing as he gasped for air, his coughs racking his whole body. His tears were properly flowing now, making his tomato red face glisten.
"Are you okay?" Ilya asked, gently cradling Luca’s face. He shot a glare at Shane, his expression stern.
When Luca caught his breath, he nodded, resting his forehead against Ilya's abs. "Yes," he breathed, "I'm okay.”
"We can stop," Ilya said, gently scratching his head. "I am not trying to hurt you.”
"No," Luca said, lifting his head. He looked at Ilya only briefly before meeting Shane's eyes. "I want to continue.”
Ilya's eyebrows furrowed together, concern blooming in his chest. "Are you sure?”
"Yes," Luca hiccuped, wiping away a tear. "I want you to fuck my throat."
Ilya glanced at Shane, his expression questioning. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Luca breathed, dragging his hands back up Ilya’s thighs and squeezing. “Please.” He looked sincere, pleading, but Ilya wanted to make sure he really wanted this, wasn’t feeling pressured and obligated to perform.
"Okay," Ilya murmured softly, wiping yet another tear from Luca’s cheek with his thumb. "But only do what you feel comfortable with."
“No,” Luca shook his head, agitated, like if Ilya refused they might disappear from this room. “I want Shane to keep making me take you.”
"Luca – " Ilya protested, but Luca was already reaching for Shane's wrist, bringing his hand back to the back of his head. "Please. I really want it. Choking on your cock feels so good."
At that, even Shane glanced at Ilya with concern, trying to figure out if this was truly what Luca wanted.
“Shane,” Luca whispered, clasping his hand over Shane’s where it rested limply on his head, squeezing. “Please.”
“Okay,” Shane said softly, letting his grip tighten. He leaned forward to press a short, small kiss to his lips. “Okay, baby.”
He gripped Luca's head again, guiding his mouth back to Ilya's cock. He began slowly before setting the same brutal pace as before, pushing him down to the base again and again. Ilya moaned, mesmerized by how Luca bobbed on his cock with the pace Shane was setting, watching as his husband's lips parted, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched Luca struggle and submit.
"Fuck," Ilya swore in pleasure, reaching for Shane's arm to tell him to stop as it once again got too much. He let go of Luca's hair, letting Luca pull himself off for breath. Luca's watery eyes were glazed over, but he looked like he was floating again, the tension gone from his shoulders.
"It's Shane's turn," Ilya rasped, his voice rough. He pulled Luca's face up to him as Shane began deep throating him again, one hand massaging his balls as he put his mouth and tongue and throat to work just how Ilya liked, humming around his length. Ilya kissed Luca, massaging his tongue against his languidly as he moaned into his mouth.
When he pulled away from their kiss, he nudged Luca toward his cock again. "Take turns," he breathed, his voice low and firm.
Luca leaned forward, pulling Shane’s face back toward Ilya’s cock as he went to back away. Shane watched as Luca swirled his tongue around the head of Ilya’s cock, pulling Shane by the neck to get him to join him. Shane did, lapping his tongue against Ilya’s head too, practically making out with Luca over his cock in the process.
"Jesus Christ," Ilya moaned, his eyes fixed on Shane and Luca. The sight of both their mouths working his cock in tandem, their tongues sliding against his sensitive flesh, lips brushing together as saliva pooled and dripped down Ilya’s shaft sent waves of overwhelming pleasure through his entire body, his arousal climbing to a fever pitch that made his vision blur.
Luca kept a firm hand on the back of Shane’s neck as Luca licked his way up Ilya’s shaft, Shane mirroring his movements. They teased and stroked Ilya’s cock like that with their tongues for a while longer before Ilya rolled his hips against their mouths, chasing more. He was steadily leaking precum, but each bead was immediately licked away by one tongue or the other.
“Please,” Ilya groaned, thighs shaking. His was his turn to beg now.
With that, Shane pulled away, letting Luca impale his throat onto Ilya’s cock – or at least as much as he could take. He bobbed his head quickly, focusing on what he was good at, stroking and twisting what he couldn’t take of Ilya’s length with his hand, gagging himself on Ilya every few bobs so Ilya could feel the tight sensation of his throat closing around him.
When Luca paused for air, Shane took over with enthusiastic greed, swallowing him in one smooth motion that made Ilya cry out. Ilya didn't know how long they continued like that, taking turns sucking him off, Luca sucking and lapping and massaging Ilya’s balls with his tongue when Shane took his turns at Ilya's cock, creating a symphony of dual sensations.
Ilya didn't think he could last any longer, feeling heat and pressure growing rapidly in his stomach, his balls tightening almost painfully as his release built. He was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling in rapid bursts, thighs clenched and toes curled.
“I’m going to cum,” Ilya groaned, jaw going slack as felt his release build to its peak. He pulled Shane off of him just in time, stroking his throbbing cock to completion fiercely as he came in thick white ropes all over Shane’s open mouth and face, Luca joining to catch the last few spurts of his orgasm. The visual of both of them covered in his cum sent one last shudder of ecstasy through Ilya's trembling body, one more bead of cum dripping down his length only to be sucked clean avidly by Shane.
Ilya collapsed back into the bed, eyes closing as he caught his breath, feeling his whole body turn to jello, his thighs unclenching and toes uncurling.
When he opened his eyes, Luca was wiping Ilya’s cum off of Shane’s face, fingering it into his mouth before they kissed, gliding their tongues against each other to trade Ilya’s spend between them.
God, he really was the luckiest man in the fucking world.
When Ilya sat up, he grabbed Luca’s arm gently, pushing him onto the bed in the position Ilya had just been.
“Lay back,” Ilya said gently, pressing a tender kiss to Luca’s lips, tasting the remnants of his own cum on his tongue. “It’s your turn to use both of our mouths.”
Shane nudged in beside Ilya, giving his husband a searing kiss. Ilya deepened it, biting at Shane’s lips, stroking his tongue roughly into his mouth before Shane bent to kiss Luca, stroking his jaw delicately. When he pulled away, he shimmied down Luca’s body, pulling his briefs down to reveal his cock. It was throbbing and red, weeping with need.
“Me first,” Shane murmured, smiling up at them both.
All Ilya could do was watch as Shane took Luca into his mouth, Luca’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, his back arching off the bed like a man possessed.
As he watched Luca squirm under Shane’s skilled ministrations, clawing at Ilya’s arm forcefully, Ilya had a feeling Luca would never forget the feeling of his husband’s mouth and throat for the rest of his life.