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When Troy knocks on the front door and steps inside, Shane is on his knees facing away from the door, Ilya’s hard cock heavy on his tongue. He’s not sucking from what Troy can see, just letting it rest there, keeping it warm. It’s one of the best things Troy has ever seen; Shane Hollander, the best and hottest hockey player in the NHL, wearing only tight black underwear, with the captain’s cock in his mouth. Ilya’s smirk as he watches Troy take in the scene is so smug. He knows how Shane looks and how they look together, he’s not blind. Troy realises he’s been standing still and staring for too long when Ilya raises his brows and puts his hands in Shane’s hair, stroking through the strands softly.
“Change your mind, Barrett?” Ilya asks, gripping Shane’s hair to pull his mouth further up his cock then shoves it down his throat. Troy hears Shane gag and his cock throbs.
“Fuck no. Just… You two- Jesus. So fucking hot” Troy shakes his head and readjusts his half hard cock in his pants. Ilya laughs a bit and looks down at Shane.
“He likes how we look, Shane. Say thank you.” Ilya uses a stern tone when he speaks and it does something to Troy. He wouldn’t call himself overly submissive but fuck, he could be for Ilya, he thinks.
Troy finally walks closer to where Ilya is sitting on the couch with Shane at his feet. He comes to the side of them so he can see Shane’s face when Ilya pulls his mouth off his- Jesus Christ- massive cock. Troy finds it hard to pick between looking at Ilya’s rock hard cock and Shane’s fucked out face dripping with spit. He picks Shane for now.
“Thank you, Troy. I’m- We’re glad you’re here.” Shane says and Troy can’t believe how fucking sweet he looks, even when he’s just been gagging on cock. Troy crouches to Shane’s level and rakes a hand through his hair, needing to touch him. Shane leans into the contact with a satisfied sigh.
“Of course. I’ve always wanted to- I mean, I’m sure you knew that I asked Ilya for your number a couple of years ago. I’ve always thought you were fucking hot. And Harris thinks this whole situation is hot too, as long as I share all the dirty details.” Troy replies, and Shane blushes at being called hot and nods at the confirmation that Troy’s boyfriend is more than good with this.
“OK, you two. That is enough sweet talk. I have two rules, Barrett. You wear protection and Shane doesn’t come until I say he can. Traffic light system for safewords like we talked about. Anything else you want to discuss?” Ilya asks, looking at both of them. Troy tries his hardest to think but the idea of Ilya controlling Shane’s orgasms is too much to keep his mind on track for anything else.
“Uh, no, that sounds good. Nothing else from me.” Troy confirms, eyes trailing back to Shane and trailing his hand over the smooth skin of his neck and down to his collarbones.
“Good. Since you are our guest, where do you want him first?” Ilya nods down to Shane, not looking or speaking at him directly. Troy understands the dynamic already and it’s fucking hot. They did discuss how this would go a little when Ilya first approached Troy with the idea a few weeks ago. Apparently Shane had been the one to first bring it up but didn’t want to be the one to ask. From his conversation with Ilya, he knew Ilya would be more dominant and top Shane, though he could have figured that out himself. Troy was happy to top or bottom but he definitely wanted to fuck Shane, and they’d agreed that Ilya would be in charge of the whole night and both of them.
Troy would’ve been an idiot to refuse this, he thinks, looking at them both. He thinks about what he wants most right now, and he already knows; it’s something that has crossed his mind more than once or twice.
“Fuck. Can I taste his ass?” Troy asks in a low voice, eyes flicking to the round cheeks confined by Shane’s briefs. Shane lets out a gasp and looks up at Ilya for confirmation. Ilya nods and looks impressed- Troy obviously picked well.
“Let’s get to the bedroom. On the bed face down for Troy, malysh.” Ilya tells Shane and kisses his forehead. Shane doesn’t hesitate to scramble onto his feet and make his way through the house. Troy would laugh at his eagerness if he wasn’t so fucking turned on already.
When Troy and Ilya get to the bedroom, Shane is already in position, still in his underwear but face pressed into the bed and on his knees so his ass is presented to them. Troy curses under his breath as he takes in the sight and pauses to look at Ilya.
“Can I?” He asks, probably sounding as desperate as he feels. Ilya nods.
“Go ahead. Eat my husband’s ass, Barrett, make him feel good.”
Troy settles on his knees behind Shane and rubs his hands over his ass cheeks first then slides the briefs down to his thighs.
“Wait. I just- Can I kiss him first, please, sir?” He hears Shane’s voice from above, and the way he calls Ilya sir makes Troy want to come in his pants before they’ve even done anything.
“Mm, of course, malysh. Troy, up here please, come kiss him.” Ilya instructs and Troy comes to where Shane’s head is laid against a pillow, turned to one side. Ilya is sitting on the chair next to the bed now with what must be a great view.
Troy’s hand comes to the back of Shane’s neck as he angles his head and leans in to connect their lips. Shane’s lips are soft and plump and the way he kisses is sweet but passionate. Troy slips his tongue inside Shane’s mouth and hears him moan. He grips the back of Shane’s neck tighter and continues to deepen the kiss. They’re both breathless when Troy pulls away just to kiss down Shane’s neck.
“Don’t you dare leave marks, Barrett. I will kick your ass.” Ilya warns and Troy wasn’t going to leave marks anyway, but that comment makes him want to rile Ilya up for fun. He just pulls his head back and laughs.
“Possessive much? I’m literally about to eat his ass. I don’t think a hickey is a step further” Troy rolls his eyes and only notices Ilya has moved from his position when he feels a tight grip on his hair. Troy winces as his head is forced back to look at Ilya.
“Watch your fucking mouth or I’ll shove my cock in it to shut you up. Now eat his ass and do it well. Brat” Ilya growls out, pushing Troy’s head towards Shane’s ass roughly. Troy did not expect that from Ilya, but he’s also not complaining. That was so fucking hot.
Ilya’s hand stays firm in Troy’s hair and the other comes to spread Shane’s ass cheek far apart, exposing his tight pink hole. Troy moans at the sight of it but can’t get close enough, Ilya holding his face a few inches away from it.
“So pretty isn’t it? You’re lucky I’m letting you near this ass. Anything to say?” Ilya gets close to his ear and licks it, his tongue moving filthily over the shell of it and licking inside. Troy lets out a pathetic whimper and tries to move closer to taste.
“It’s so fucking pretty. Thank you, Ilya, for letting me play with his ass. Please let me taste him.” Troy meets Ilya’s gaze, hoping his words would do it.
“Good. Go on, taste him. Lick around his rim and shove your tongue inside. He fucking loves it.” Ilya brings Troy’s face closer to Shane’s rim, still holding one ass cheek so it’s spread. Shane moans loudly at the first swipe of Troy’s tongue on his hole. He licks across and moans at the feel of the tight rim, then points his tongue and traces around it. Ilya is watching as if grading him for an exam. He hopes he passes.
“That’s it, Barrett, good job. How does he taste?” Ilya asks, pulling his head back to look at him.
“So fucking good. He’s so tight, holy fuck.” Troy’s gaze goes back to Shane’s hole winking at him and he hears Shane whine, probably at the loss of Troy’s tongue. Ilya hums and leans in, immediately pushing his tongue into Troy’s mouth to kiss him deeply. Ilya kisses exactly as Troy thought he would; dominating and all consuming. Troy moans into his mouth as the taste of Shane’s ass is passed to Ilya. When Ilya pulls back, he still looks composed and Troy knows he must look like a fucking wreck already.
“Take your clothes off, Barrett. Shane will show you how good he is at sucking cock.” Ilya’s hand is out of Troy’s hair as Troy nods enthusiastically and moves to stand, quickly shedding his jeans and t shirt to leave him in only his Calvins, which he’s about to keep on before seeing Ilya nod down to them. He slips them off and feels exposed as he looks down at his bare cock, red and leaking. He watches Ilya crouch down by Shane’s head and kiss him as he tells him what a good boy he’s being. Fuck, Troy wants to be good, too. He will. He needs to hear Ilya call him that.
“Move down the bed for me, malysh,” Ilya orders and Shane listens, staying on his knees but shuffling down. Ilya sits with his back to the headboard, spreads his legs a bit, and gestures for Troy to come and sit between his legs. Troy’s cock twitches at seeing Ilya laid down and relaxed on the bed, chest bare and huge and wearing only underwear. He sits between Ilya’s legs and lays his back against his warm chest and can feel how much bigger Ilya is than him. With his legs spread too so Shane can come between them, Ilya hooks his feet around both of them and pulls them further apart. Troy gasps and lets it happen, breath speeding up.
“Good. Come, Shane. I know you need his cock in your mouth. Look at it, so hard and needy.” Ilya’s hand trails down Troy’s chest and moves down to cup his balls. Troy moans as he and Shane watch, Shane’s face now just inches from Troy’s cock.
“Please, sir. Can I suck it?” Shane asks, eyes trained on Ilya’s hand fondling Troy’s full balls.
Ilya removes his hand and nods down at Shane, who licks his lips and wraps one hand around the base of Troy’s cock. Troy lets out a long moan and his brain almost can’t register that Shane Hollander is about to suck his cock while Ilya Rozanov holds him down to take it. He doesn’t have much time to let it sink in before Shane is licking precum from the tip of his cock and swirling his tongue around it. Troy’s head falls back onto Ilya’s shoulder as Ilya lets both of his hands trail over Troy’s chest, moving over his pecs then touching his nipples. Fuck. His nipples are so fucking sensitive to any touch, and it’s like Ilya knows. He starts off gentle, just using his thumbs to brush over them, and when Troy’s upper body pushes into the touch, Ilya lets out a chuckle and pinches them gently. This, combined with Shane now starting to take Troy into his hot wet mouth is almost enough to make him shoot his load.
Troy’s hips unintentionally buck up to try and fuck into Shane’s mouth so Ilya tightens his grip of his legs around Troy’s. He squeezes his nipples tighter as if in warning but it just turns Troy on more.
“Stay still, Barrett. My husband is being very nice and taking your cock in his mouth. Be grateful, not greedy, yes?” Ilya says and there’s clearly no room for argument. Troy nods and keeps still as Shane moans onto his cock and brings his head down all the way to the base. Troy’s cock isn’t small, it’s not as big as Ilya’s, but definitely not small. And Shane is deepthroating it with such ease that Troy’s eyes roll back and he moans at the feeling.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to- fuck- to fuck into his mouth. I’m sorry, Ilya.” Troy manages to get the words out as Shane starts bobbing his head eagerly up and down his cock, big brown eyes up and looking at Troy. Ilya doesn’t respond, just hums and keeps playing with Troy’s nipples. Troy’s head is leaning back on Ilya’s shoulder and his mouth is open in a moan as Ilya starts to kiss his neck.
“Don’t- fuck- don’t leave a mark or I’ll kick your ass.” Troy echoes Ilya’s words from earlier and Ilya just growls into his ear and twists his nipples. Troy gasps and moans and feels Shane sucking his cock harder and with more enthusiasm. He’s a pro at this.
“Holy shit, Shane. You’re so fucking good at that. You love it, don’t you?” Troy looks down with his head still laid back on Ilya and feels Shane nod as he keeps his cock in his mouth. He was going to kill him with his mouth. Troy wouldn’t mind.
“He has had a lot of practice. Needs to be the best at everything, you see.” Ilya speaks low into Troy’s ear. Troy is on the edge now and does he need to ask Ilya for permission? Even if he doesn’t, he wants to. Wants to do whatever he can to be good for him.
“I’m-I’m getting close. I won’t last long with his mouth. Fuck.” He admits, taking deep breaths and forcing his eyes off Shane so he doesn’t come too soon.
“Shane, off. Good for telling me, Barrett. Want me to tell you when you can come too, ah? Same as Shane? Want to be good for me?” Ilya asks, kissing his neck again as Shane removes his mouth from Troy’s cock and sits back on his heels breathless. Troy whines at Ilya’s words.
“Yeah. Please.”
“Please, what? What do you call me?” Ilya’s fingers are in his hair again as he turns his head so they’re making eye contact. Troy takes a big gulp before speaking.
“Please, sir. I wanna be good for you. Like Shane.”
Troy hears Shane gasp at those words and when he looks at them both, he looks desperate and needy.
“That’s right. Good boy. Now go and kiss Shane to say thank you for sucking your cock so good.” Ilya replies and Troy nods, moving to come onto his knees opposite Shane. He crashes their lips together and brings one hand around the back of Shane’s neck and the other to grip his ass cheek. They’re both moaning into the kiss and shoving their tongues into each other’s mouths. Shane’s hands are all over Troy’s body, feeling from his shoulders down to his biceps then circling and pinching his nipples like Ilya did. Shane laughs into Troy’s mouth as Troy’s chest arches into the touch. When they pull apart, Shane is still playing with them, looking down in awe as they get redder and more swollen.
“You’re really sensitive here, huh?” Shane asks and Troy nods, wincing as Shane pinches and twists, “Me too. Ilya likes to play with mine until I cry sometimes. He’s made me come from playing with them, too.” Shane seems to blush at the memory and bites his lip. Troy’s mouth drops open and he moans louder, imagining Shane, maybe tied up, getting his nipples tortured for hours by Ilya until he’s a sobbing mess and begging Ilya to stop or keep going until he comes. Fuck.
“I need to see that, holy fuck.” Troy replies, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Yes, he pretends he doesn’t like it and cries but then comes without me even touching his poor cock. Is very hot and pathetic. But another day. Right now, I want you both face down and ass up on the bed here. Want to play with you both while you keep kissing.” Ilya says, standing and removing his briefs. Troy and Shane waste no time in getting into position, next to each other with their faces almost touching and their asses ready for Ilya. Troy feels a mix of nervous and excited, eager to know Ilya’s plans.
“Fuck. Two needy sluts to play with, how lucky am I, ah?” Troy feels a hand grope one of his asscheeks and looks down to see Ilya is doing the same to Shane too, rubbing his hand up and down and gripping firmly. Troy feels exposed and vulnerable as Ilya spreads his cheek to the side so his hole is more on show. He shoves his face into the bed as he moans, his cock leaking more precum. He’s thinking he won’t last long for whatever Ilya is going to do.
Troy feels Shane flinch and wonders why, then he feels a cool drizzle of lube run from his crack all the way down to his taint. They’re looking at each other now, foreheads almost touching and Troy’s breath hitches as Shane leans in to keep kissing him. At the same time, he feels a fingertip dragging across his hole and he moans into Shane’s mouth. Shane is whining and Troy knows Ilya must be doing the exact same to him, teasing and rubbing over his slick rim but not actually pushing in yet. Shane pulls back after a minute or so and lets out a frustrated sigh.
“Fuck, just finger us already.” He huffs and Troy angles his head back to see Ilya narrow his eyes at Shane then lift his hand and bring it down hard on Shane’s ass. Shane yelps and tries to move his body away but Ilya pulls him back and spanks his ass three more times. Shane is more pliant after the third, tears welling up in his eyes as he looks away from Troy and to the other side.
“You think you are in control here? You know what happens to desperate sluts,” Ilya says, tone almost indifferent, “If you like, you can sit in the corner while I play with Barrett, who is actually being a good boy. What do you think?” Ilya asks, coming into Shane’s line of vision.
Troy has to admit, the sound of skin slapping skin when Ilya spanked Shane was so fucking hot. He almost wanted to be bratty just to feel it. Shane’s skin must be red and stinging right now.
“No! No, I’m sorry, sir. I’ll be good, I swear.” Shane quickly promises, meeting Ilya’s gaze. Ilya seems to consider it for a moment before continuing as he was before, both hands occupied and tracing circles around both their rims. Troy thinks about the view Ilya has right now- both of them with their asses up, holes wet and exposed for him and cocks hard between their legs. How he hasn’t just shoved his cock into one of them by now shocks Troy; he clearly has a lot of restraint. But Troy thinks Ilya gets off on this just as much, if not more, than simply fucking them. The teasing, small touches that get them simultaneously more fucking pathetic and needy for him.
“Barrett, you want my fingers inside you?”
“Yes, please sir.” Troy replies, still feeling a bit nervous calling his captain ‘sir’, but it feels way more comfortable than he would’ve thought. Ilya hums and pushes the tip of his finger inside, making Troy gasp. He stays as still as he can and waits for Ilya to push it inside rather than fucking his hips back, but it’s so hard.
“You see what good boys get, malysh? When they are patient and polite?” Ilya’s tone is sharp as Troy feels him push the finger all the way in. Troy moans and feels so full already even with just one finger. He listens to Shane whine, and he knows it’s not because Ilya is also filling him, but because he wants it so much. Troy almost feels bad. Almost.
“I know, sir, I know. He deserves it. I’ll be good, I promise.” Shane shakes his head and lets his gaze drop to try and see where Ilya is fingering Troy. A tear rolls down his face, probably out of frustration, and Troy can’t help but kiss it away before kissing him on the lips again, moaning into his mouth. Ilya crooks his finger to hit Troy’s prostate and Troy can’t stop the whimper he lets out while kissing Shane.
“Do not feel bad for him, Barrett. He knows what happens to brats. He likes feeling teased and helpless, don’t you, malysh?” Ilya slips a second finger along the first and Troy feels his rim stretch to accommodate them. He relaxes his body and lets it happen, mouth dropping open as he watches Shane battle with how to respond. He ends up shaking his head before replying.
“Don’t wanna be a brat. Wanna be good.” He settles on, eyes trained on Troy’s face. Troy knows he must feel so jealous right now, with Troy experiencing everything he wants to.
“You can prove it to me. I will finger you now but you will not come. If you do, you won’t be getting fucked by me or Barrett tonight.” Troy’s eyes widen at that as he looks at Shane who whines at Ilya’s words then moans. Ilya must have his fingers inside Shane now, with the way his body is responding. Troy will be seeing this every time he closes his eyes from now on.
“Shane, don’t come, please. I need-fuck- need to fuck you. Wanna feel your ass around me so bad.” Troy struggles to get the words out as Ilya’s fingers curl into his prostate and he thinks he should maybe be having this pep talk with himself or he’ll be way too fucking sensitive to even think about fucking Shane. But he would still do it if Ilya told him to. How the hell was Troy ever going to take an order from Ilya on the ice after this without getting hard?
“You too, Barrett. If you want to feel my husband’s ass, you will hold off for me. I know you want to be good.” Ilya’s voice sounds more gravelly as he speaks and Troy wants to tell him to shut the fuck up because the sound of his voice alone is making him want to come, let alone the feeling of his thick fingers hitting his prostate perfectly every time.
“I’m-holy shit- I’m trying to hold it but it’s-it’s hard, it feels so good. Please stop before we come, sir” Troy moans out. By the way Shane is also moaning louder, Troy can tell he’s near the edge too. He hopes Ilya doesn’t set them up to fail by just relentlessly pushing against their prostates until they have no choice to come, but Troy knows that Ilya wants to see him fuck Shane.
“Please, sir, let us be good, let Troy fuck me, please.” Shane adds.
“Okay, okay. Good boys for telling me.” Ilya stops the torturous thrusts against Troy’s prostate, just keeps fucking his fingers inside, and Troy sees Shane’s body relax a bit too as he takes deep breaths. Shane looks fucked; sweaty with flushed cheeks and plump lips, his hair messed up from being pushed against the pillow. He looks fucking perfect.
“Barrett, come here.” Troy feels Ilya’s fingers slip out of him and he whines at the loss but obeys and meets Ilya at the end of the bed and watches two of his fingers thrust in and out of his husband’s ass. Troy’s jaw drops at the sight and Ilya smirks at him.
“You want to help?” Ilya asks and Troy nods quickly, “He needs to be stretched more before you fuck him. Add a finger in with mine.”
“Fuck. Okay. Thank you, sir,” Troy mutters and shakily adds some lube to his pointer finger and hears Shane moan as he traces the rim while Ilya keeps the steady rhythm, “You wanna feel my finger stretching you, too, Shane?” He asks.
“Please. Add two. Stretch me, I can take it.” Troy lets out a groan and looks to Ilya for confirmation, who only nods and mutters ‘fucking needy slut’. He waits for Ilya’s fingers to pause fully inside Shane, then he slowly adds two fingers. It’s awkward at first with both their hands there, but then Ilya grips Troy’s hand with the rest of his fingers and he controls both of their movements. Shane is gasping and writhing as Ilya reminds him to stay still and Troy is in awe at the four fingers stretching Shane’s hole. He’s barely doing anything, just allowing Ilya to keep a grip on his hand and fuck their fingers in.
“Holy shit, Shane, you’re made for this.” Troy says in adoration, making Shane nod and whimper.
“He is. He should quit hockey and become full time slut. Maybe get passed around in the locker room after a game. He’d probably love that.” Ilya says confidently, laughing a bit as he forces the fingers in harder and faster. Shane tries to shake his head to disagree, but the moans he lets out tell Troy differently. Shane Hollander is a freak.
“Yeah? Wanna get passed around and used as a cum dump, Shane? Bet they’d all love fucking this ass and mouth.” Troy remarks and sees Shane flush at the words, and Troy needs nothing more than to be inside him now. But it’s not up to him, so he’ll be patient. Luckily, he doesn’t need to wait too long, though, because a minute later Ilya is pulling their fingers out of Shane and bringing them to Troy’s mouth. Troy greedily accepts and opens his mouth wide, allowing Ilya to shove them inside. It’s a squeeze and he gags but swirls his tongue around and moans at the taste of Shane’s ass. Of course he would taste this good.
“Good boy. That’s right, clean them off and you can fuck this tight hole as a reward, yes?” Ilya bites his lip as he watches Troy nod and finish enthusiastically licking until the skin is as clean as it can get. He gags on them a couple more times as Ilya forces them to the back of his throat, then seeming satisfied, Ilya removes them and brings him in for a filthy kiss.
“Thank you, sir. Can I fuck him? Please?” Troy asks sweetly, eyes going back to Shane, who’s in the same position, patiently waiting for a cock in his ass.
“Yes. While you fuck him, I’m going to open you up to take my cock, okay?” Ilya rakes his fingers through Troy’s hair as Troy’s eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. Holy fuck. He is not going to last long. He nods and mumbles something like ‘yes okay please yes sir’. Ilya gives him a smile and a playful slap on the ass then moves off the bed so Troy can be directly behind Shane. He takes a deep breath and lets his thumb move over Shane’s hole, catching the rim and dragging it down a bit.
“Ready, Shane? Can I fuck you?” He rolls a condom on and adds more lube and starts to line his cock up as Shane nods quickly and turns his head to look at Troy.
“Please. I need it.” Shane replies and that’s all Troy needs to push his cock inside Shane’s tight wet hole and bottom out. Both men moan at the feeling as Troy gives Shane a second to adjust. Troy hears the bottle cap of lube being opened behind him and reminds himself to relax as two of Ilya’s fingers are back inside him. He moans and grips Shane’s hips tighter.
“Good, Barrett, good boy. Fuck my husband good while I finger you. Make him take it.” Ilya says. Troy starts thrusting inside Shane, head dropped as he takes in Shane’s body, smooth skin and a waist that curves in, and a fucking amazing ass. Troy is so caught up in admiring Shane that he barely thinks about the fact that Ilya has added another finger. It feels like a bigger stretch and feels so good, but the tight hole around his hard cock is quite distracting.
“Fuck, Barrett, your cock feels so-shit- so fucking good.” Shane grunts out, hands gripping the bed sheets below him. Troy’s hands are roaming over Shane’s back, hips, and ass as he fucks into Shane harder, relentlessly pounding inside.
“Pull his body up to you and play with his nipples. You can pinch them hard and twist them, he can take it.” Ilya says as he twists his three thick fingers around inside Troy. Troy does as he says and helps Shane bring his body up. He hooks his chin over Shane’s shoulder, looking down to see his big chest and smooth abs, then his thick hard cock resting there, completely untouched. He starts playing with Shane’s hard nipples, pinching and twisting like Ilya said. Shane’s head falls back onto Troy’s shoulder as his moans get louder; this angle is probably better too, Troy thinks.
“Your cock, Shane. Look at it. Begging to be touched, huh?” Troy breathes into his ear. Shane looks down too and whines, nodding. Troy feels Ilya pull his fingers out and line his cock up with his ass at that moment, the blunt head dragging over his rim. He moans and looks back at Ilya, seeing him smirk and wink.
“Mm, his cock is useless. It just sits there hard looking pathetic. I should keep it locked up more often. Isn’t that right, malysh?” Ilya taunts and Shane just nods at that, looking down at it with pity again. Fuck, Ilya locks Shane’s cock up? Troy will be thinking about that later. “You ready to feel my cock, Barrett?” Ilya asks, mouth right next to his ear.
“Please, sir. I need to feel it while I fuck Shane.” Troy begs, continuing his thrusts hard and fast, then pushing all the way inside and stilling to give Ilya the chance to line up and slowly inch his cock into Troy’s hole. Troy moans and gasps at the intense feelings everywhere. He keeps his hands occupied by flicking over Shane’s reddening nipples and drops his forehead to his shoulder and plants kisses as he gets used to Ilya’s cock filling him. He feels fucking huge.
“He’ll fuck you so good, Troy. As good as you’re fucking me right now.” Shane says, turning his head to kiss Troy. He melts into the kiss and relaxes as much as possible and nods as he breaks away from the kiss.
“You can move, sir. I’m okay. Please fuck me.” Troy feels Ilya’s chin come to his shoulder, his hands gripping his hips, and he pulls out then thrusts back inside. The movement forces Troy deeper into Shane and they all groan and moan at the same time.
Ilya’s grip is tight on Troy as his thrusts push his cock in and out of Shane. It’s like Ilya is fucking Shane and just using Troy as a toy. The thought makes Troy bite his lip and he just tries to focus on making Shane feel good, roaming his hands all over his body and kissing his neck, trying to stop himself from coming too quickly. He’s clearly enjoying himself and Troy can tell he must be used to not having his cock touched when he’s fucked because he doesn’t even try to reach for it or beg Ilya to let him or Troy stroke it. Troy makes a note to ask that if they do this again, can Shane pretty please be locked in his cage because Troy can imagine how desperate he would be.
“Holy fuck. You’re so fucking tight, Barrett. This hole doesn’t get used enough, ah?” Ilya asks, thrusting harder and faster and aiming for his prostate. Troy whines and moans and shakes his head.
“It- It does sometimes, sir. But sometimes I fuck Harris too, he hasn’t fucked me in- ah- a week maybe.”
“Mm, such a good boy, getting fucked while you’re using that hard cock to fuck. Much more useful than Shane’s cock, isn’t it? And Shane’s is so big, too, is such a shame.” Shane shakes his head and grunts at Ilya in response, but Troy smirks and leans forward to bite Shane’s earlobe gently.
“It is fucking big and useless. Just there for decoration. It might as well be a clit.” Troy joins in on Ilya’s mocking and Shane clenches around Troy.
“Fuck, I need to come, please, sir, please can I come?” Shane pleads, turning his head back as much as he can to look at Ilya, who just speeds up the thrusts and forces Troy forward and deeper into Shane.
“What do you think, Barrett? Has he been good? Been a good fucktoy for you?” Ilya plays with Troy’s nipple as he asks and Troy is so caught up in all the sensations happening he almost forgets to answer. Ilya twists his nipple harder which gets his attention.
“Sorry, sir, I think- Yeah, he’s been good. The best fucktoy. I think he should come, sir. Can I- Can I come too, please?” He replies breathlessly.
“Yes, both of you come for me. Good boys. Doing exactly as I say. Fucking come for me.” Ilya keeps his tight grip on Troy and fucks him hard, groaning and clearly also close. Troy keeps one hand twisting and squeezing Shane’s nipple and the other tight on his hip and allows Ilya’s thrusts to push him forward. He feels Shane moan louder and clench around him as his cock comes untouched, spurting cum all over his stomach, and that sends Troy over the edge. His orgasm hits him hard and fast and he’s spilling into the condom with a low groan, and lets himself stay inside and fucking Shane as Ilya rides his orgasm. Troy feels overstimulated and can tell Shane feels the same, but they let it happen and wait for Ilya to grunt and finish, coming inside the condom and pushing one last time inside before gently slipping out, Troy doing the same to Shane.
Troy and Shane flop down onto the bed lazily, Troy letting out a breathy laugh in disbelief as Shane throws his forearm over his eyes and smiles. Ilya is standing and takes the condom from Troy, throwing both away in the bathroom. He comes back with a washcloth and gently cleans the cum from Shane’s stomach and moves it between his cheeks, then does the same to Troy. He almost flinches at the contact to his hole, but relaxes as the warm cloth soothes him.
Shane faces Troy on the bed and gives him a shy smile as Ilya gets rid of the cloth. Troy grins back at Shane’s flushed cheeks.
“So? Did you-” Shane starts and Troy laughs as Ilya returns.
“If you’re going to ask if I enjoyed-”
“I just wanted to check!”
Ilya joins them on the bed next to Shane and rakes his fingers through his husband’s hair.
“I think he enjoyed, moya lyubov. Did you?” Ilya asks sweetly, kissing Shane’s forehead. Shane looks up at him with what Troy could only describe as ‘heart eyes’.
“Of course. That was better than I could’ve even imagined.” Shane confessed, looking between them both.
“Good. To answer your question, yes I enjoyed it. Very fucking much. If you guys ever want to, I don't know, do this again, I totally would. But like, no pressure! If it was a one time thing I totally get that I just thought if-”
“Okay, enough rambling, Barrett. I am sure you will hear from us again, was very hot,” Ilya gives him a smile and Troy’s probably blushing now. Great, “You want to shower here? You can stay as long as you want, no rush.” Ilya says casually.
“Oh, sure, yeah, a shower would be great. Thanks.” Troy is about to get up to leave when Shane gently grips his bicep and pulls him in for an unexpected kiss.
“Thanks, Troy.” He says earnestly and Troy just nods and bites his lip. He moves towards the bathroom and takes another glance to see Ilya pulling Shane in for a kiss then kissing his head and then bringing him onto his chest carefully.
Not only were they hot as fuck, they were also ridiculously sweet. And Troy would absolutely say yes if they asked again.