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Gordon really should have known Tir was planning something when xe wore the shortest skirt in xir closet to dinner. Unfortunately, he’d been distracted by how much he likes that skirt, and he’d assumed that, given that it was just Tir’s friends coming over and Tir’s friends are almost exactly like Tir, it was appropriate attire.
If he had known, he probably would have worn pants that would hold things down a bit better. He contemplates his many missed opportunities to avert embarrassing public boners as Tir shifts xir weight on his lap, intentionally shimmying up against the bulge in his jeans. Xir skirt has ridden up enough that it is impossible to miss how easy it would be for him to be inside xir in a moment. All he would have to do is pull his zipper down and nudge xir silky underthings aside and xe’d be riding his dick instead of just being a tease.
Going commando was also a mistake, Gordon thinks, and fatalistically sips ice water in the direction of the middle distance. But these jeans are low-cut and he’s been assured that his hipbones are very attractive. To be exact, he’s been assured that he has “lickable cum-gutters,” but for the sake of his sanity, he tries to edit the things Tir says to him. He steadfastly refuses to make eye contact with Tir’s friend Rhea, who is cackling like a ghoul about whatever Tir is saying that Gordon is wildly distracted from.
“You good, Gordon?” Tir asks, with the bright cheer that comes of being a horrible person who clearly wants Gordon dead. “You seem to be having kind of a hard time.”
Gordon feels his face heat up. He can’t imagine the shades of red he’s got going on at the moment.
“You’re a menace,” Gordon informs xir, burying his scarlet face into the back of xir neck to hide it. Tir laughs like a hyena and signs something at Rhea and Jack. “There are people here.”
“Awww, they don’t mind,” Tir says, and grinds on him showily, like xe’s getting paid for a lap dance or something. Gordon muffles a sound.
“Oh, no, by all means!” Rhea chirps. Jack signs something phenomenally lewd that Gordon hasn’t yet picked up enough sign language to fully understand, but the movement is unmistakably suggestive.
“Oh my God,” Gordon says. “Do you really want me to- they’re literally sitting right there.”
“I’ve been informed your dick game is on point,” Rhea says. Jack shoots a filthy wink and a pair of finger guns.
“I mean, you don’t have to,” Tir says, with overwrought, pouting reluctance. “If you want to flee upstairs to handle that problem of yours, you can. I just thought you’d want that problem to maybe be handled by me, and by me I mean my c-”
“Yes thank you for the explanation,” Gordon interrupts, and futilely attempts to cover Tir’s mouth. Tir bites him immediately, because he’s got the manners of a raccoon. “Ow.”
“Jack wants you to know that it’s fine because we’ve seen Tir get fucked lots of times before, we just want to see how you do it,” Rhea says. “I agree! Clearly you’ve got Tir hooked on that sweet man meat, what’s up with that? Show us the goods!”
“I - fine, okay, but please never say the words “sweet man meat” in my hearing ever again, good God.”
“Really?” Tir says, delighted. “You’re in?”
In response, Gordon picks xir up enough to be able to do exactly what he’s been thinking of doing since Tir started rubbing up all over him like a cat in heat. Tir’s skirt conceals what’s going on to a certain extent, but he manages to get his dick free, and Tir immediately cackles and starts wiggling, trying to get it in as soon as xe feels it touch xir skin.
“You really aren’t even going to have me finger you?” Gordon asks, despairingly. “You’re going to be sore.”
“No, don’t worry, I prepped beforehand,” Tir assures him, so he sighs, wraps his arms under Tir’s thighs, and pulls xir down onto his dick. The sound xe makes, a little gasp, is gratifying, but not as gratifying as the tight, hot wetness of xir on his aching dick.
“Ooh,” Rhea murmurs, and Jack props his chin on his hands like he’s at storytime, making a silent wolf-whistle face. Gordon’s not sure exactly what Tir’s looking for from this performance, but he is sure of how much Tir loves his biceps, so he lifts Tir up again with sheer force and lowers xir back onto his dick, and yeah, Tir’s skirt is hiding pretty much nothing at this point.
If he’d asked Gordon-from-six-months-ago whether he’d ever fuck a pretty slut in front of two other people at a dinner party, he would never have believed people even did that in real life. This is just what being around Tir is like.
“Fuck, he’s strong,” Rhea gasps. Jack signs something that makes both Rhea and Tir laugh, even as Tir is knocked into a groan by the next thrust, so it’s probably something else obscene, and then makes an excruciatingly understandable gesture that’s clearly demonstrating how thick Gordon’s dick is.
“Oh, yeah, it’s good - fuck - good shit,” Tir agrees, and at that point Gordon stops paying attention to the conversation to focus on properly fucking Tir, even as Tir keeps talking cheerfully, rubbing xir clit.
It’s not very long before Gordon feels Tir clench down on him and come - xe’s always come easy. Gordon speeds up, to xir noisy approval, and comes as well, which is really hot for about ten seconds and then he’s faced with the fact that he didn’t use a condom and it’s a mess. Truly disgusting. Luckily, the grossness is the main concern. Tir really, really likes it when Gordon comes inside xir, and has made sure to tell him in excruciating detail and with several legal and medical documents exactly how much he can definitely do that just any time without disease or pregnancy being an issue.
“Daaamn, dude, you gotta cut us a slice of that,” Rhea says, when Gordon and Tir are slumped together, panting. “Can I get a taste?”
“I’m tired?” Gordon says, blankly.
“Oooh, rain check?”
“No.” Gordon thinks about it. “Probably not. Can we discuss this when I do not literally have my dick inside of my beautiful lover.”
“Ew, gross,” Tir says. “I hate that word. Call me your fucktoy like a normal person. Jesus.”
“There’s something very wrong with you,” Gordon says, and gently removes xir from his lap.