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Pip tied Tom’s hands, checking and rechecking the flex, the give, making sure his arm’s were not too strained in their ties.
They gazed down fondly at him as he lay there, cock already so hard from the set up, the gentle thrill of being tended to in their hands.
“I love you.” Pip murmured, rewarding Tom with kisses to those poor bound fingers.
“Love you too.” Tom swallowed, hoping as he always did that Pip knew just how much.
Tom tried to relax as Luke came back into the room, trousers discarded somewhere, blonde hair rumpled, shirt loose and flowing as he set down an armful of things that Tom tried not to think too much about.
If this was going to work, if he was going to last long enough for them both to get what they needed he had to hold himself back.
He felt a warm hand stroke over one leg
“What are your words Tom.”
He hummed in the back of his throat, enjoying the soft sooth of Luke’s nails, trailing through the hair on his legs, and tried to focus on the question.
“Green and Yellow for comfort, and Red to stop.” He swallowed as the heat pooled “Gate if I need you to stop me coming.”
“So good for us” Pip said, leaning in and kissing him, long, slow and deep, before pulling back to slowly remove the long soft shirt of Tom’s that they had draped over them. It slipped down slowly over Pip’s shoulders, until it pooled on the floor at their feet.
Tom’s eyes swept over them, drinking in with wild adoration the glory of his wife.
Done with the last of their own clothes, Pip made their way down the side of the bed, trailing hands down the length of Tom before pulling Luke to them. Their deft fingers helped Luke slip off the shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders, pushed him down against the edge of the bed. Crowding in close Pip kissed Luke, fingers running through his long blond hair, their eyes fluttering open between each sweet longing kiss to settle on Tom, watching him as they trailed their tongue over Luke’s soft lips.
He loved watching them, loved watching the way Luke fingers explored his wife’s chest, dipping his head to let his mouth close on their nipples, fingers pressing into the soft skin, thumb pressing, squeezing at their breast, nipple caught between his teeth. God Tom loved to watch the way Luke made Pip tilt their head back, moaning, knew exactly where he would kiss if he could reach that long beautiful throat.
“I think,” Pip moaned, bucking their hips forward against Luke. “I think it’s time to give Tom some attention.”
*
Tom did not know how long it had been.
Pip had been edging them closer and closer to coming for so long now, hovering tantalisingly out of reach, making him stretch his tongue up to stroke along their clit, flickering or circling it before they would lower themself, and Tom could worship them with long, slow, wet sucks into his mouth, his chin absolutely coated in their juices.
When Pip felt he wasn’t giving enough they would reach down and tweak at his nipples, his moans rumbling against their pussy, making them grind down, encouraging his tongue to lap and lap and lap, his cock throbbing inside Luke as he swallowed down everything his wife had to give.
Tom’s hands grabbed the bed posts, gripping for dear life each time Luke slid himself up, those small hands pressing against his hips as Luke raised himself all the way to the tip of Tom’s cock before letting himself slip slowly down, the tight hot heat of Luke’s ass consuming him, pulling cries and moans from him, his tongue shaking as Pip raised themself up once more so that he had to raise his head to meet them, to keep his tongue running across the swollen nub of their clit.
Tom felt Pip lean forward over them, draping their body down him, in one long smooth motion. He knew that their face would be level with his cock, just watching the place it was disappearing into Luke’s ass. Tom risked a look down, and between the magnificent frame of his wife’s soaked thigh’s and breasts, he caught sight of Luke’s hand guiding his cock up toward Pip’s mouth. The burning certainty that Luke’s cock was slipping through Pip’s lips brought Tom’s winding tension to an edge, his balls tight and his cock twitching in the tight heat of Luke’s clenching ass.
“Fuck fuck fuck, please! Please, Pip stop!”
“What are you words sweetheart?” came the smothered reply.
“Gate!” Tom managed to growl out.
Luke pulled all the way off, there was a moment of cold air against his hot slick cock and then a sharp sting, a nail flicked down, directly at the tip. The pain bit into the tension that had been pooling in his belly, had Tom crying out and then Luke was sliding down again.
“So fucking hard for me, Tom, you wouldn’t cum yet, not when we aren’t done with you, so fucking good.”
“Of course he’s good,” Pip sighed, pressing their clit down again, grinding the length of it against the press of Tom’s tongue, hip’s swaying in circles “Aaah! Fuck, Tom, more, more!”
Tom let his tongue flatten, drawing it in thick flat strokes up the under side of Pip’s clit, loving how fucking long it had gotten since they’d started T, curling their lips around it and sucking the little head into his mouth, relishing the deep keening cry it pulled from their wife.
Tom kept licking, sucking, pulling mewls and moans from Pip, trying to clean every last drop of the wetness spilling from them, cock aching with every lick, his hips rutting up into Luke over and over as he buried his tongue as deep into Pip as he can, lapping and lapping, and sobbing now with the need to come. Desperate, so hard he can’t stand it, the tension coiling and coiling and he moans “Gate!” against Pip’s pussy.
Pip leans forward, pulling their wetness off Tom’s mouth, even as he strains to run his tongue along them once more. Luke pulls up and off, leaving Tom’s cock bobbing and twitching, smacking against his own stomach. Tom cries out, robbed of both sensations. Can feel Luke sitting forward on his hips, can feel from the weight of them both shifting that they are kissing above him, Pip’s knees bracketing his face even though their pussy is out of his reach.
Tom begins to panic, hands straining at his bindings, as his balls draw up tense and he thinks its too late. Almost does not hear his chants of “Gate, gate, fuck, gate”.
He doesn’t see the hand movement, but he feels the sudden chill as an ice cube is run along his length, making him swallow his cry of shock and confusion.
And then tension lessens.
They pull back, Luke’s hand lazily strokes Tom’s cock as the two switch sides, Pip lowering themself down on Tom’s cock and reaching back to push their fingers into his mouth. Tom can feel fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing and pressing in along side the sopping heat of Pip’s pussy, and then Luke shifts back sliding slick fingers into his ass. The white hot burning knowledge that Luke is going to fuck him with his wife’s own wetness has him crying out again.
He is absolutely burning. He wants to be good for them so much, but the tight hot wetness and the feel of Luke’s fingers stretching him open, he’s so, so close again, so fast.
“Gate! Please, please gate!”
Pip’s hand is gripping him tight, nails squeezing into the side of his cock, the pain pulling him back from the edge yet again as he sobs sobs and sobs.
“Fuck me, please please, use me, keep going.”
“Good boy.”
The ride gets more intense, the muscles taught in Pip’s legs, their body a fine sheen of sweat as they squat, slamming themself down hard, their pace as rough and wild as they can manage. Their own cries barely covering the babble from Tom.
“Please don’t let me cum, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, please don’t let this stop, don’t let me cum. Ah!”
“We won’t Tom. We won’t,” Luke pants, as he pulls his fingers out and beckons to Pip. “Come here.”
Tom cries out at the loss across his cock. He looks down in anguish and want as Pip clambers down him and then settles on Luke’s thighs, “Gotta get myself wet for you, Tom, can’t think of any better way.”
Tom’s moans are frantic, watching Luke’s cock get swallowed by the dripping warmth of Pip’s cunt. He doesn’t even have time to get his tongue around the word gate before Pip reaches back and delivers a full handed slap to Tom’s cock.
The cry it pulls from Tom is guttural, the pain barely pulling him back from the edge, his cock so red.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you” Tom babbles, desperate to be good for them both.
He raises his head to watch Pip ride Luke. His cock twitching and smacking wetly against his stomach, the pool of pre-cum obscene as he throbs with each movement of theirs.
“So wet now,” Luke groans, “Think its time for us to take whatever Tom can give us.”
Pip nods, and grabs Tom’s long legs, leaning over their husband and rewarding him with one long kiss before they angle his cock up between his own thighs and turns to sits on them, facing Luke, letting Tom’s cock drag through that friction and only then into their cunt.
“Pip, ah fuck fuck, Pip, my Pip”
Tom can barely think for the feel of Pip, their weight on his thighs as they ride him, the way their hands have reached down to spread his cheeks ready for Luke. He very nearly shakes apart again as Luke presses his cock inside him, slick from Pip’s pussy.
One of them pinches at Tom’s ballsack and another ice cube is run across him, the cold intensity and the sharp pain bringing tears to his eyes. It shatters the line he is so close to tipping over once more.
Luke is buried deep inside him, his hips stammering forward, slapping against Tom’s ass with each thrust.
“Luke, ah, too much, too good, ah! Too much!”
“Words sweet?” Pip manages through bitten lips.
“Green, gate, green, gate gate gate. Please please don’t let me cum. I’m yours.” Tom’s hands clung to the bed frame, wrists straining at his bindings, needing to squeeze down around his cock and hold back the flood threatening to spill. Tom’s whole body arched, pressing up into Pip, clenching around Luke.
“Tom, fuck Tom, you are incredible.” Luke grunts, bringing his hand down to slap against the base of Tom’s cock, just catching the top of Tom’s balls. “So good, so good for us.”
Barely able to breath, the press of his knees into his chest beneath Pip’s grinding press on his thighs, the blow pulls shuddering sobs from Tom. Tears coated his face but he was still being good, still useful for them.
The air is thick with moans, curses and cries cut off now and then by the obscene sounds of Pip and Luke kissing. Tom can just imagine the press of Pip’s tits against Luke’s chest, as they bob on his cock and Luke thrusts into his ass, both of them driven and focused only on chasing their own needs.
Pip comes first, digging their nails hard into Tom’s thighs, pussy clenching around the head of Tom’s cock, which pull’s Luke over.
Tom’s eyes clench shut.
“Eyes open, Tom.” Pip pants, their voice so wrecked.
Tom wrenches them open to look up at them, leaning back against his legs, looking at him over their shoulder, sweat drenched and so so fucking stunning.
"Do you want to be good, or do you want to cum?"
“Good. I want to be good.”