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The fight was still running in his veins. Ivy was so…confused about everything. He didn’t think there was a way for III to have these competing desires all at once. If III were being honest, and he wanted II, and he wanted Ivy with II, then there was no way he wanted Ivy alone. There was no way he could be satisfied with just Ivy anymore. He was spiraling. He was desperate to have some sort of proof that III still wanted him. He couldn't believe that III wanted to see him and II together. He couldn't reconcile that III wanted that and wanted him. Stupidly, he had allowed the conversation to veer. He knew why , but he didn’t want to admit it. He had pushed it toward sex anyway. It was easier. It was proof that III still desired him. It was something to get lost in. He turned to III.
“Show me,”
“Show you?” III was always asking questions. He didn’t have it in him to say “show me that you still want me”. All he could say was,
“Now,”
III stepped forward, one hand sliding around his hip. III tugged him into his body. Against him.
“I want to show you,” III began, but he kissed Ivy before continuing. A long, slow, lingering kiss that had Ivy’s dick hardening. “I want to show you just how good you look, split open on my dick. We’ve got all these mirrors…shame to let them go to waste,” III spoke against Ivy’s mouth, driving him crazy. He could taste the desire in III’s words. But then he processed the words.
“N-no,” he stuttered out. “Don’t wanna watch,” III’s eyebrow raised. His eyes hardened, narrowed. He went from sweet, wide eyed, gorgeous to almost annoyed, dangerous looking, ready to pounce.
“Well, I do ,” and then III’s tongue was in his mouth. Making it hard to think. Making it hard to remember that he wanted to protest. III’s tongue slid against his, making both of them moan. III slid one hand down his body, grabbing a whole handful of his ass and growling. “This…is perfect,” he said on breaking the kiss. Ivy just kind of…whimpered. He was more used to the III that he made cum in his pants. This III was a welcome surprise. He had seen this III once before, when he’d sucked him off and then basically demanded dinner. Now, III kicked his leg out gently. Ivy went down without a fight, to his knees. “You look good down there,” this fired him back up. He knocked III’s knee out too, bringing him down with him.
“ You look good down here,”
“I’m gonna put those boxing lessons to good use,”
“Lesson,” Ivy corrected. “You only had one lesson,” III rolled his eyes. And he moved. Surprise more than anything allowed him to snatch Ivy around the waist and flip him. An embarrassing yelp flew out of him when he landed on his chest. “Shit, III,”
“Shh,” III shushed him, pressing on his upper spine so that he stayed down. One of his hands slid into Ivy’s hair, pulling his head back gently. Ivy focused on the scene in the mirror. III was stretched out, pressed over him, looking at Ivy in the mirror. His eyes were completely dark, and he was breathing hard. As soon as he met III’s eyes, III whispered to him. “You still want this?”
“Y-yeah. Do you?” III asking made him wonder if III was having second thoughts.
“Of course,” III bit his earlobe and tugged, growling playfully. “I’ll always want you,” III followed this up by pressing his hips against Ivy’s ass. III was so hard, it must have hurt. He could feel it through his own sweats and III’s sweats. He got harder in response, and that was when he knew he was fucked .
“Shit…I-I,” he found himself arching and pushing back into III. III sat back, hooked long, clever fingers into his waistband and bared Ivy’s ass to the room. III pulled his asscheeks apart. It felt…obscene.
“Mmm…pretty,” then, III held Ivy’s eye until he sunk below his shoulder line. It became really obvious what he was going to do when Ivy felt warm puffs of air on his asshole. III’s tongue touched it. It was warm, wet, strange… Ivy liked it immediately. “I want to eat II’s cum out of here,” III then informed him. That almost broke his brain. Then III laved his entire tongue across his asshole and he moaned. Full throated, unabashed, he moaned and pushed his hips back against III’s face. His brain was definitely broken. III’s tongue worked its way inside of him, and he swore. “Acting like you’ve never had your ass eaten, peaches,”
“H-haven’t,” he admitted. He was embarrassed by just how much he was enjoying it. III pulled back and met his eyes then.
“Never?” III wiped drool off of his face. Drool from…yeah. Okay. He liked this way more than he thought he would. But he was embarrassed that he’d just admitted that. He was a red mess, when he accidentally glanced at himself. He shook his head.
“No,” III flashed his grin for just a second before diving right back in. The slight stretch from his tongue, the moisture, the strangeness of the whole thing… it all felt really good. Ivy wasn’t thinking much. He was just feeling. III’s hands were anchored around his ass, basically holding him up. “F-fuck,” III made some sort of slurping noise before pulling back again.
“Yeah, I definitely want to eat II’s cum out of your pretty ass. Can’t believe no one’s done that for you. You deserve it,”
“Shit, you’re so hot,” he couldn’t help himself. He just had to say it. Because III is so fucking hot.
“Hot enough to fuck you?” his first response was pushing his hips into III’s crotch.
“ Now ,” he demanded. He met III’s gaze when he said it, too. III moved, ripping his own pants down. III then spit on his asshole. He short circuited at the feeling. It felt filthy, and oh, so good. III’s fingers felt even better as they worked him open as quickly as possible. He had to spit again, and Ivy’s eyes rolled up in his skull.
“Ready?” III panted out. He nodded so aggressively he thought his head might bobble off. III shuffled forward, lining himself up. Ivy couldn’t see much other than the look on III’s face. His face was a little bit scrunched in concentration, and it almost made him melt all over again. The warm, blunt head of III’s dick pushed against his asshole and he inhaled silently. He knew it was going to hurt, somewhat. He knew III was big, he knew III was more than the toys he’d taken before. He was ready. He exhaled as III pushed inside of him. The burn wasn’t excruciating, but it was going to take a minute to adjust.
“Ah, ah ,” he didn’t even realize he was making noises until III responded.
“Yeah,” III reached up, pulling Ivy’s hair again. Gently tugging his head backwards. “Look at you. Look at this. Look at us ,” Ivy looked at III first. He looked really good, stretched out over Ivy. Then, he did look at himself. He didn’t recognize himself. His hair was a mess, especially with III’s hand buried in it. His cheeks were flushed. His ass was arched into III at an angle he didn’t even know he was truly capable of. He looked fucked out, blissed out, a lazy smile spread over his face as he breathed through taking III into his body. His head was spinning. He looked…kind of…hot? At least with III wrapped around him. “You like what you see,” it wasn’t a question. III had probably felt him tense up when he’d seen the picture in the mirror. III was getting a slide going, but he had to add more spit. Ivy really did wish they’d grabbed the lube, but there would be more of this later… he had decided.
“I wanna…I wanna do this forever,”
“Oh, pretty boy’s brains scrambled over my cock?” III cooed. That made him tense up, hard. III kept calling him pretty, and making him feel good, and it was so not how he expected to feel when he heard that, but oh it was working for him . But, then he realized what III said.
“N-no. I mean it,” III found his prostate then, sending bubbles through his blood.
“Is that the spot?” III’s grin was almost evil. He looked so gorgeous. “Yeah, it is,” III angled his hips and drove Ivy out of his mind. He was cursing and almost crying from how good it felt, and he was cumming before he realized what was happening. III braced himself against his ass, and chased his own orgasm. Heat flooded his ass.
They were panting, now separated, looking at one another.
“I gotta clean this up,” he gestured to his own mess on the floor.
“Can I come home with you?” III replied.
“Of course,” he replied, another answer never crossing his mind. “Always,” he added, without a thought.
“Y’mean it?” III asked, echoing him when III had first asked him out. His brow furrowed when he realized he did, but only for a second.
“I mean it,” III’s answering smile nearly had the words ‘I love you’ spilling out.