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Cecil settles himself back on the pile of pillows that Carlos had thoughtfully propped together for him. Carlos himself is just to his left, close enough that Cecil can feel the heat of his body, but not touching at all. Kevin kneels between Cecil's spread legs, hands on his knees.
They are all wonderfully naked, but things are only just starting to move beyond kissing and fondling. His eyes keep travelling to Carlos’ hard cock and the drop of precum situated on it, mouth salivating at the sight. He would love nothing more than to take care of Carlos, but he knows that he won't be allowed to yet.
He's being punished tonight. Cecil has been looking forward to it all day, but now that everything is actually happening he's starting to feel a bit nervous.
Kevin must catch the look on his face, because he taunts: “Not gonna back out now, are you?”
“I'm just not convinced it'll be that good,” Cecil fires back.
That was the wrong thing to say. Kevin gives him an absolutely filthy look—Cecil still doesn't know how he manages to make him feel like he's devouring him with his eyes when Kevin doesn't have eyes—and the hands leave his knees to hike his hips up and put a pillow under his lower back.
“I'm going to make you beg for it,” Kevin promises him darkly.
“Just like you made us beg for it,” Carlos reminds him.
Cecil pouts. So what if he likes wearing things that he knows will drive his boyfriends crazy? It's not his fault that neither of them had actually been able to touch him for a while. He definitely hadn't done it on purpose while Carlos was in the middle of an experiment.
Well, Kevin and the handcuffs had been his fault, but he had enthusiastically agreed to that…
Carlos leans over and kisses his neck, “And if at any point you want to stop, you just say…?”
“Red,” Cecil turns his head to steal a kiss.
He doesn't tell Carlos that he's pretty sure they could do anything to him and he'd not only be happy about it but also ask for more, because that's more likely to upset him. Kevin would absolutely love hearing that, though, so he'll have to remember it for the next time they're alone.
Kevin licks a stripe up his cock, laughing when Cecil gasps and lifts his hips up encouragingly.
“Awful eager, aren't you, double mine?” Kevin moves to kiss at his thigh instead, knowing it will drive him crazy.
“I've been waiting all day,” Cecil reminds him, trying to keep his hips still. “And you're taking too long!"
Carlos chuckles at Cecil's impatience, “Just remember to let us know when you're about to come.”
“I-”
Cecil cuts himself off with a loud moan when Kevin stops kissing at his thigh and instead goes straight to sucking his dick. He doesn't bother with taking it slow; he goes down on him with a single minded determination to drive him insane.
“Kaaayyyy,” Cecil makes a show of moaning his name, his only means of payback right now.
He closes his eyes, trying to fight the immediate flood of pleasure, but he's helpless against it. Two hands hold his hips down and keep him from bucking up, even though he knows Kevin loves it when they get too eager and choke him a bit.
All he can do is lie there and take it, and it doesn't take long at all for him to feel an orgasm approaching. He's been half hard all day just knowing what was going to happen, and Kevin is absurdly good at blowjobs.
The low simmer ignites and Cecil fists a hand into Kevin's hair, “M'gonna-”
He doesn't actually finish his sentence, but Kevin gets the message anyway. Everything stops just as Cecil is about to tip over that edge and he can't help the whine he lets out.
It's–weird. His body seems confused as to what's going on, still insisting that he's right there for a moment even as Kevin's warm mouth pulls off his cock. It takes another long moment for his body to catch up, muscles in his thighs twitching and his heartbeat slowing back down.
“Good,” Carlos strokes his hair and kisses at his neck, and it helps Cecil settle a little more.
Cecil turns his head and searches out Carlos’ lips. Carlos lets him enjoy the kiss for a moment and strokes a hand down his chest, tweaking a nipple and making him gasp.
“You should watch,” Carlos pulls back from the kiss to tell him.
Cecil turns his attention back to Kevin just in time to watch him sit up and tilt his head back, putting his neck on display. He watches as a mouth appears right in the middle of Kevin's neck, lipless and with far too many teeth. It's bigger than Kevin's normal mouth and takes up most of his throat.
The secondary mouth opens and the tongue lolls out, covered in drool. Just seeing it makes Cecil squirm, because he knows what's coming. He's seen this mouth used on Carlos in various ways and always enjoyed it, but he's not had it used on himself yet, and anticipation just feeds the simmering arousal in his gut.
Kevin puts his hands on the underside of Cecil's thighs, hiking his legs just a little bit higher. He leans down and Cecil feels something wet and hot slide in between his cheeks and then slip into his ass with little resistance. He makes a small noise, his legs falling open to give Kevin more room.
It was—he didn't know how to describe it. The tongue wasn't as thick as a cock, but it was long, going further than anything Cecil has taken before and wiggling against points he's never had touched. Kevin does something with the tip of his tongue and Cecil's eyes roll back, his back arching sharply.
“There it is,” Carlos’ voice is distant and a touch huskier than normal. “Just relax and enjoy it, our honey-voiced honey.”
Cecil opens his mouth to say—something, he has no idea what, actually—but then Kevin goes back to using his primary mouth on his cock again while quite literally tongue-fucking him and a truly embarrassing noise comes out of his mouth.
“Do you like it, Ceec?” Carlos kisses his shoulder.
Cecil can't find the words to respond, can't figure out how to use his brain when he's seeing stars. But he knows if he doesn't say anything that Carlos, or even worse, Kevin, will put a stop to everything, and that's the opposite of what he wants.
So he searches and just comes up with, “G-green!"
“Hear that, Sunflower?” Carlos moves down the bed towards Kevin, “You're doing such a good job that he can't even respond properly.”
Cecil can't actually see what Carlos does next, but he hears and feels Kevin moan around him, and his movements get sloppy. Despite this, Cecil is approaching the edge fast, and then even faster when a finger slips in beside Kevin's tongue, stretching him more.
He feels so full, and all the wet noises are just ratcheting him that much higher. He mumbles a dazed warning, and Carlos whispers something in Kevin's ear. Kevin pulls off his cock with a wet popping noise, removing the tongue from his ass as well.
It's harder this time. Muscles that tensed in anticipation stay tensed, and Cecil is left hot and sweaty with no release. It's actually a little painful—something that he hadn't realized, but Carlos obviously at least did his research because he gentles him through it again, massaging the muscles in his thighs and helping him to relax.
“Still good?” Kevin checks, moving so he's over top of him completely now and kissing him.
Cecil nods into the kiss, letting himself relax into it. Kevin situates himself in between Cecil's legs and slides his already lubed cock—that must have been what Carlos was doing—inside of him. Both of them moan in unison.
Like before, Kevin doesn't waste any time, fucking him in earnest. The fire is slower to catch this time, and it's good but it's not enough. Then Kevin opens that second mouth on his neck again and the tongue comes out, further and further, until it can wrap around Cecil's cock.
Cecil lets his head fall back against the pillow, gasping and moaning Kevin's name. He doesn't think silly things like tongues shouldn't do that, instead just enjoying the glide as it wraps around and not thinking at all.
He loses time a bit, just letting himself get lost in the sensations. His orgasm sneaks up on him, the tide rising higher and higher, and he could just… not say anything. He desperately wants to come, he's right there, and if he had just another minute he knew he would feel great.
But that's not what Carlos and Kevin want from him, and he wants to be good for them more than he wants his orgasm.
He can't disappoint them, so Cecil admits that he's right on the edge again, and again everything stops. The tongue around his cock disappears and he lets out a small sob when Kevin pulls out of him, tears pricking at his eyes.
It hurts and it's frustrating, even more so when Kevin jacks off over him and cums on his stomach, because Kevin always has the prettiest orgasm face and it turns him on all the more. The following kiss makes it sting a little less, but only a little.
“Please,” Cecil gasps. “I wanna come.”
“What do you think, Sunflower?” Carlos crawls back up the bed.
Instead of responding, Kevin pulls Carlos into a kiss, and Cecil watches as the two lazily make-out above him. It's normally a sight he adores, but it just makes him hotter right now, and he squirms underneath Kevin.
“He has been very good for us, Bunny.” Kevin pulls away to respond, “I think he deserves it.”
Carlos leans down and kisses Cecil, “Think you can take a little more? Want to come with me?”
“Of course!” Cecil is only a little offended that Carlos actually asks.
Carlos and Kevin trade places, Kevin moving to lie on his side next to Cecil so he can suck hickeys onto his neck. Cecil tilts his head to the side for him, moaning softly at the soft sting of sharp teeth.
It's not long at all before Carlos hooks Cecil's legs around his waist and slides into him. Unlike Kevin, Carlos takes it slow with him, and is as methodical as always, paying attention to his reactions and adjusting his aim based on the noises Cecil releases.
This time takes the longest. The muscles in his stomach are tight and sore, everything is too hot and too much, but it all feels amazing. The drag of Carlos’ cock in and out of him, the feel of Kevin's mouth on his neck, the hand that starts stroking his cock—all things he's felt before, but somehow more intense because of everything else that has happened tonight.
Kevin's mouth moves to his ear, nibbling the lobe. “Is it good, Espejo?”
“Ye–aaah!” Cecil loses the word when Carlos thrusts particularly deep. He turns his head to give Kevin a desperate kiss, “F-feels good!”
All Cecil has to do is feel. Carlos and Kevin take care of him; there isn't anything he has to worry about. He leaves himself in their hands and trusts them to get him where he wants.
And they do. His orgasm hits him hard. His back arches, his toes curl, and his nails dig into Carlos’ back. He feels it crashing through him, setting every inch of his body aflame. It might be one of the most intense orgasms he's ever had, and it leaves him screaming a jumbled mess of his lovers’ names as his brain blissfully blanks out.
Carlos thrusts a few more times and then releases inside of him before pulling out, Kevin giving him gentle kisses when he whines a bit from overstimulation. Cecil just takes it all, content and loved, pulling Kevin in for more kisses when he tries to pull away.
Cecil floats. Carlos cleans him up while Kevin keeps him plied with kisses and wraps him up in his arms. Then Carlos climbs into bed on his other side and Cecil is pressed in between his boyfriends, falling asleep to the gentle lull of their conversation.