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“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” Rover croons behind him. Her hands hold his hips tightly, her nails digging crescents into his skin. “You’re taking us so well.”
In front of him Rover makes a grunt of agreement. His hands are fisted in his hair for leverage. When Rover thrusts into him, her strap hitting his prostate dead on, his body rocks forward and Luuk moans as he gags on Rover’s cock. He can taste his precum in his mouth, salty and sticky.
Neither of the Rovers are very talkative, though pleasure seems to make the one fucking him into the mattress a little looser with her thoughts and the one filling up his mouth even more taciturn. He himself would be gasping for breath if he wasn’t doing his best to swallow around the cock in his mouth. He thinks he succeeds, since Rover’s grip on his hair tightens.
“Close,” he warns, sounding like he’s hissing the word between his teeth. Behind him Rover slows down until she’s simply grinding, her strap pressed against his prostate, which makes him start shaking uncontrollably. Luuk takes that for the signal it is, and redoubles his efforts at sucking Rover’s cock. His hands are too busy holding him up so he doesn’t faceplant and suffocate to death in his lap (although, thinking about it, that’d be a good way to go…) and his mind is a little too cotton-filled with pleasure to properly focus, but he does his best, even if he gags more often than not. Rover’s cock is beautiful, warm and heavy in his mouth and with a vein that he loves tracing with his tongue when his mouth isn’t this full. As it is he does his best to lave his tongue over what’s in his mouth, burying his head further into his lap until his nose is pressed against his pubic hair. The way Rover smells… like sweat and musk and something else unique to him, combining into a dizzying mix that sends his head spinning. It makes him salivate, more drool dripping down his chin.
Rover doesn’t give any warning as he comes, just doubling over him with a low sound, almost as if he’s in pain. Luuk does his best to swallow. He’s not particularly a fan of the taste of come - salty and bitter; altogether too unpleasant for his palate, which is too used to sweets - but if it’s from his Rovers, he’ll accept anything. A third hand finds its way into his hair, pulling him off Rover’s cock. He makes a startled noise as the last of his come splatters over his face.
“Decoration,” Rover says, her tone not even the slightest bit apologetic. She too is bent over him, her breasts pressing against his back. “For our gorgeous Luuk.”
“You’ve gotten him dirty,” Rover says to her. His voice is indifferent, even though his words make it sound like he’s supposed to be scolding her. He sounds perfectly composed, as if he didn’t just have his cock sucked.
Quietly gasping for breath in between them, Luuk doesn’t lick the come off his face even though he wants to. Both Rovers never do anything without a plan. As he regains a little bit of his mental faculties, he becomes aware of his own arousal. His cock is so hard it hurts, and he thinks he’d come instantly if either of them so much as touched him.
“Pretty,” Rover says unrepentantly. She starts driving her hips into him again, and he moans, grabbing onto the sheets for purpose. Callused hands cradle his face and lift him up, and he blinks as he looks into golden eyes.
Rover stares at him before his eyes flick down a little. It sends a thrill down his spine when he realizes he’s looking at the come on his face. “You’re the one who’s going to clean him up, then,” he says to Rover. He has the distinct feeling she rolls her eyes as a particular powerful thrust hits his prostate. Luuk gasps, shuddering; he doesn’t know how her aim is so good.
“As if I don’t always clean up my own messes,” she says. One of her hands wanders away from his waist and reaches up to squeeze his chest, rolling a nipple between her fingers. His body jerks all on its own, though he’s not sure if it was towards or away from her touch. “Luuk, are you close?”
She’s fucking into him like an animal, railing him so hard he thinks her goal is to render him incapable of walking. If he wasn’t holding himself up on his knees, he’s sure his legs would be trembling with the force of the pleasure wracking his body. “Golden girl,” he rasps, laughing a little, “don’t tease me.”
In front of him Rover frowns, tugging on his bangs. “Say please.”
“Please,” he says obediently. “I want to come.”
He can feel it when Rover nods behind him, the ends of her hair brushing against his shoulders. She gives his nipple a last, mean tweak before her hand leisurely slides down, over his ribs and stomach and through his pubic hair. When she finally gets her hand around his cock she squeezes it gently at the same time she thrusts into him. Luuk isn’t ashamed to say that he thinks he screams a little as he climaxes.
He blacks out too. Hazily, as he comes to, he realizes he’s been moved. There’s a strong body behind him, and he’s sitting upright. He blinks his eyes open slowly, aware of his shoulder throbbing and the come starting to dry on his face.
“How are you feeling?” Rover’s voice asks him. Luuk turns his head a little so he can look at him.
“Good,” he says. Rover’s mouth curls upwards in satisfaction, like he knows he means like I got ridden hard and put away wet. “My shoulder, though…?”
Scowling a little, Rover explains, “She bit you.”
“I see.” A chin hooks over his other shoulder, the uninjured one, and Luuk kisses him. He keeps it sweet, which Rover allows. He tries his best not to get come on his face.
After he comes, Rover tends to get a little more expressive, while the other Rover becomes a little more stoic. They’re both quite possessive, though, which explains the hand creeping over his stomach. At least they’re always careful to never break the skin.
When they part he sees that Rover is back; she must have left the room after he blacked out. At some point she lost her strap and the harness for it. She crawls onto the bed, holding a glass of water.
“Here,” she says, offering it to him. Luuk takes it gratefully, sipping slowly. The water isn’t ice cold, but it’s just cool enough to soothe his throat. He can feel her eyes on his throat as he swallows. He doesn’t finish the glass, a few mouthfuls of water left. A hand from behind him snatches it, and Rover downs the rest of it.
“Are you ready for round two?” Rover asks him as she takes the empty glass and sets it on the nightstand. He laughs.
“Of course,” he replies. “Anything for my golden boy and girl.”
Her eyes gleam. “How many condoms do you want? We’re having you in the middle.”
Behind him Rover makes a noise he feels more than hears, his chest rumbling where it’s pressed up against his back. “You’re just going to sit on my cock,” he says. Luuk feels himself shiver, his body involuntarily responding to the command laced in his voice. “If you don’t pass out when she’s done with you, we can discuss more then.”
“I understand, golden boy,” he says hoarsely. To Rover, who’s waiting patiently in front of him, he says, “Just one, for me.” She nods, reaching over and pulling the drawer of the nightstand open. As she pulls out a condom and their bottle of lube he pretends he didn’t see the knife in the drawer. That certainly wasn’t there last time he looked.
Rover slaps his hand away when he reaches out to help, handing the lube to Rover over his shoulder. “Let us do this, Luuk,” she says. There’s a quiet noise of agreement behind him, punctuated by the sound of the cap popping open. He sighs, instead watching as the condom packet is torn open. She touches him a little first, fleetingly since it’s dry, and his cock hardens so fast he gets a little light-headed. She smirks at him, rolling the condom down over him.
A hand settles on his hip, and a few fingers press into his ass, checking to see how stretched he is. He turns and smiles at Rover. “I’m still loose, you know,” he says meaningfully.
“Aren’t you the one who always says better safe than sorry, doctor?” He says, unimpressed. Still, his fingers leave his ass, and a second later he’s effortlessly hauling him up. He always forgets how strong the Rovers are until moments like these. It sends a pulse of arousal through his veins, and Rover snickers when his cock jolts. She underneath him to grab Rover’s lubed-up cock and angle it inside him, and through their joint efforts he has it inside him in record time. Though it is definitely much closer to soft than hard, as always it feels as delicious inside of him. He sighs contentedly, leaning back against Rover.
Luuk watches with lidded eyes as Rover finds the lube hidden in the sheets and uncaps it, using it to slick up his cock. Her hand is quick but not clinical, and it’s not long before she throws the bottle away, straddling him. He’s unable to take his eyes off her as she sinks down onto his cock, his hands automatically reaching out to stabilize her. Behind him he senses Rover watching with interest.
She takes a few moments to adjust, breathing slowly. Even through the condom he can feel how warm she is on the inside; he wonders how long she’s been wet for.
He blinks as Rover leans forward, cupping his face in her hands. “I’ll ride you in a bit,” she says, seeing his expression. He probably looks a little more forlorn that he’d meant to. “We always keep our word, and I told you, I always clean up my messes.” She licks a stripe up his face, startling him. A low growl sounds behind his back.
Right. The come on his face is still wet in some places, dry in others, and he had forgotten about it. Rover diligently licks it all off, the dry parts flaking off onto her tongue. Somehow it’s incredibly arousing - and not just for him; he can feel Rover start to harden inside of him. He shudders when he starts attacking his neck, sucking a hickey onto his skin.
Rover pats his cheek. “Stay still,” she reminds him, “I’m almost done.”
“You both are making it very hard,” he says breathily. Still, Luuk tries his best. Rover smiles at him when she’s done, pulling away just to lean in again and kiss him. It’s certainly interesting, since he can’t say he’s ever had a kiss involving dried come before. Her mouth tastes of it, and she swallows his shocked moan when she lifts herself partly off his cock.
Entirely opposite to their sex before, she rides him slowly, raising and lowering her hips and occasionally rocking back and forth. He moves a hand down to her leg just to feel the muscles in her thigh flex. When his palm makes contact with her skin it feels like everything inside him crackles, and Rover chokes as his cock grows harder inside of her.
“Sorry,” he mumbles into her mouth, dazed. They’re still kissing, just the same as Rover is still working on giving him a necklace of hickeys. “My Tacet Mark, I forgot.” Usually he remembers to be careful about it.
She laughs, pulling away and touching their foreheads together. Tucking his sweat-soaked hair behind his ear, she says smugly, “What a compliment, making the great Luuk Herssen feel so good he forgets about his Tacet Mark.”
Huffing out a laugh too, he replies, “The both of you do it all the time. I’m lucky that usually I have my gloves on.”
“Mm,” she agrees. Clenching around his cock, she says as his breath is punched out of him, “It probably wouldn’t be good for your reputation if we were caught fucking you all the time, just because we touched your Tacet Mark.”
Heat rushes to his face, and from the way Rover looks at him hungrily he knows that his cheeks are flushed gold. “Golden girl,” he says helplessly, touching her hair. “You shouldn’t go getting my hopes up.”
Rover detaches from his neck just long enough to say, “She told you, we always keep our word” before he reapplies himself with vigor. He has a death grip on his waist, and he’s definitely all the way hard now.
Nodding, Rover continues riding him as she tells him breathlessly, “We’ll make sure to schedule an appointment for mental health counseling with you. Then we’ll take you out behind the infirmary. No one will notice if you stay quiet.” After a moment, she adds on, “Though I guess that might be hard for you, since you tend to scream and black out at the same time.”
“I don’t scream that often,” he says, which is a little bit of a lie. Both the Rovers pause what they’re doing so their judgmental silence hits with maximum effect before resuming. Still, the image doesn’t leave his head - getting dragged outside into the shadow of the infirmary building, one of the Rovers rucking up his shirt while the other shoves down his pants just enough to free his cock and get to his ass. Would they have him against the building, holding him up so his feet dangle in the air as they fuck him, or would they shove him onto his knees to use his mouth? Would they even be hidden at all, or would the three of them be just as exposed as if they took him on the couch in his office in plain sight of the window?
“You’re thinking about it,” Rover says approvingly. She kisses him again, pinching his side until he moans into her mouth. “Do you like it?”
“I like it best here,” he confesses honestly. Here, in his secret workspace, where the two of them can use him as long and as hard as they want. Where the shower is big enough for them all the squeeze in, and both the Rovers will let him wash their hair with their pecok flower shampoo. Where they can strip the bed and fall onto it in an exhausted heap afterwards, and he can wake up with at least one of them, even if the other had to go and take care of some crisis.
Here, sandwiched right in between the bodies of his Rovers, warm on both ends and in his heart.
Though her expression doesn’t change, Rover sighs embarrassedly, mumbling, “Who taught you to be so sweet? It wasn’t us.”
He laughs. “But I learned it for you, so it’s all the same thing.” A hand tilts his head to the side, and he turns to accept Rover’s kiss. Though he kisses him firmly, it’s chaste and familiar.
Everything ceases to matter as they take turns kissing him, fingers tangled in his hair and hands holding the back of his head. At some point Luuk closes his eyes, losing track of which one is kissing him and which one is nuzzling his face. Rover rides him shallowly, his cock barely moving in and out of her. Inside him Rover’s cock, without any stimulation but the heat of his body, has softened and it now only half-hard. None of it seems to matter in his fuzzy head; he feels so close, as close as he was earlier, like a single gentle push could send him over the edge.
A two-fingered tap to his ribs reminds him to open his eyes, and he does, blinking away the blurriness and the blue tint of his vision. In front of him Rover’s hair is sticking to her face, and as she leans back he brushes it away. Instead of kissing him, Rover tilts his face down with one hand grasping his chin, and he watches as his other hand reaches down. He rolls his thumb over Rover’s clit, and she comes with a strangled sound, her body shaking. Luuk envelopes her in his arms as she falls onto his chest, and the contractions around his cock drag his climax out of him too. “Rover,” he manages to pant out, sagging like a puppet with its strings cut. This orgasm washes over him like the tides, sparking weakly in his spine.
Warm arms wrap around both of them, and Rover noses against black and blond strands of hair alike. “Incredible,” he says, voice rough.
Between the two of them Rover is the first to recover, pulling herself off of him. The condom is removed too, and she ties it off before throwing it carelessly into the trash can. She makes it in, of course.
“I’m fine,” he says to her before she can do more than cast a look at him and open her mouth. “Just…”
“Just well-fucked?” Rover says mischievously. Luuk turns to see his lips twitch, and then he’s laughing, a second voice joining his. He can’t help but smile as he looks at them both. After they’re done, he says, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Golden boy, wait-” In one smooth motion he pulled off Rover’s cock and swung into his arms. Sighing in defeat, he asks, slinging an arm around his neck as he shimmies off the bed, “You’re fine?”
“You’re tired,” he returns. “I can just jerk off in the shower. It’s faster than cleaning come out of you.”
Sighing again, he looks over his shoulder to make sure Rover is following them to the bathroom. She wobbles as she stands up, but her balance is much better than his, and she follows without much trouble. “It’s your responsibility as the only one with working legs anyway,” she reminds him.
“Mn,” Rover agrees. He feels both their eyes on him when he says, “Luuk, don’t fall asleep in the shower.”
Smiling, he says, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”