Just Need Your Body
Oct. 15th, 2011 04:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eirana_reganTitle: Just Need Your Body
Summary: This time, Adam’s prepared.
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen/Tommy Ratliff
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3,600
Disclaimer: Pretty sure this didn’t happen. But if it somehow does, someone get it on tape. Please.
Warnings: genderswap, F/M/F threesome, toys, DP, self-indulgent porn.
Notes: This was supposed to be finished in October of last year; I fail. Can stand alone but is technically a continuation of this series.
~*~
This time, Adam’s prepared.
He can barely keep himself from cackling with glee when the package arrives in the mail, discreet and nondescript, so innocent in its little brown box.
Tommy will never know what hit him.
~*~
“Happy Birthday to me,” Tommy says murderously as he unlocks the door.
This is not how he wanted to spend his birthday.
In fact, his ideal birthday would’ve consisted of staying at home with his boyfriends—in their relatively new house—having lots and lots of fucking incredible sex.
Instead he’d been sent out on some insane errand by aforementioned boyfriends about four hours ago to find some sort of special ingredient that Kris absolutely needed to make a special Mama Allen dish. Tommy knows better than to mess with Kim’s cooking so he’d gone and left the warm comfort of his house to brave LA traffic—and the lunatics who live here—to find it.
(That and he’s a sucker for Kris’ pout and big brown eyes. Tommy takes comfort in the fact that Adam’s just as susceptible to its power as he is, probably even more so.)
Four hours, ten grocery stores and way too many unhelpful idiots later, he’s finally home. After enjoying a nice Kris-cooked meal—and thank God he can cook because otherwise Adam and Tommy would die from starvation and/or live purely on takeout—he’s heading straight for their bedroom and screwing someone blind until the hostility dissipates. Hell, fuck the bedroom; they can do it on the couch. Or the counter. That one time had been fun and he’s been dying to try it again.
Tommy shakes himself out of his stupor, the odd quiet permeating the house registering for the first time. “Kris?” he says warily, stepping further into the house. “Adam? I found the damn thing. One of you owes me a spectacular blowjob for all the trouble I went…through.”
Holy fucking shit.
He finds Adam and Kris lounging on the couch, obviously waiting for him. Kris is perched on Adam’s lap, shamelessly wrapped around him—which isn’t unusual. What is unusual is that they’re both girls—in lingerie. Tommy rubs his eyes, shaking his head to make sure he isn’t just in an incredibly vivid fantasy. Adam smiles at him, all teeth and utterly devious, stretching luxuriously to bring attention to his chest. His glorious, glorious chest that Tommy had thought he’d never see ever again.
This birthday is starting to look up.
“Happy Birthday, Tommy,” Kris says shyly, blushing a pretty pink. His hand is on his thigh, drawing Tommy’s gaze to the sheer thigh-highs Kris has on. Adam’s hand moves to rest possessively on Kris’ thigh, giving Tommy a sultry smile that makes his knees weak.
Tommy stares. He also maybe drools a bit, but goddamn.
Adam laughs, smirking at how tongue-tied Tommy is. He so rarely gets to enjoy something like this. Adam’s probably going to milk this for all its worth. Tommy’s perfectly alright with that—this time.
Kris wriggles free of Adam’s hold, bouncing—god Tommy loves his boobs—up from his seat to pull Tommy into a kiss. His hands wind around the even tinier than usual waist, exploring the outfit Adam probably talked Kris into wearing. He’s clad in some little white corset, giving his considerable bosom a boost it doesn’t need. Tommy appreciates the effect anyway.
“You like?” Kris says breathily, peeking up at him from underneath long lashes.
He growls in response, putting a hand in Kris’ hair and yanking him back in for a rough kiss. Tommy bites at his lips, keeping Kris there until he melts into Tommy’s arms, pliant and trembling.
“You two are so pretty,” Adam purrs, eyes dark with want. He rises gracefully from the couch, making his way to them. He tilts Tommy’s chin up, claiming his mouth in a forceful kiss, Kris trapped between them. Even as a female, Adam towers over them both; neither of them mind.
Kris wriggles impatiently between them. “Adam,” he says insistently.
Adam grins evilly. “Tommy, Kris and I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” Because turning into girls isn’t enough of one.
Adam doesn’t answer him, merely turns around and starts walking towards their bedroom, hips swaying seductively. Tease. Kris grabs his hand and tugs him in the same direction. Tommy trails after him, eyes trained on his ass.
On the way to their room, Kris distracts him briefly by giggling and copping a feel. Tommy reacts by pinning him against a wall and kissing him some more.
When they go inside Adam is nowhere to be seen, but the light in his walk-in closet is on. The rest of the room looks as it always does; Tommy’s stumped.
“What’s going on, Kris?”
He giggles, saying nothing, an impish grin on his lips. Tommy opens his mouth to try again—if anyone’s going to crack, it’ll be Kris—but he puts Tommy’s hands on his hips, pouting dramatically.
“Think you could undo this thing for me, Tommy? It’s so hard to breathe,” he says, taking a deep breath, well-aware of where Tommy’s eyes are going to go.
The clever bastard.
He yanks Kris close, biting at the sensitive skin of his neck. “You’re not playing fair, babe. You know I can’t focus when these beauties get involved,”Tommy says, cupping one of Kris’ tits with his hand, kneading it gently through the satin covering it.
“I know,” he says breathily, arching into Tommy’s touch. “But Adam told me not to tell you.”
Damn it. If Adam explicitly ordered Kris not to tell him, then he’s not going to get a thing out of him.
What Adam says goes.
He sighs, removing his hand from Kris’ breast, much to his displeasure. “Do you really want me to let you out of this thing?” Kris nods rapidly, something like relief in his eyes. “I love how it looks on you though,” Tommy says, running his hands up and down Kris’ sides, tracing the gorgeous curve of his waist and hips. “You look so pretty.” He pushes Kris onto the bed, crawling onto it after him, mouth heading for Kris’ neck and sucking a mark onto the pale skin, relishing in Kris’ whimpers and cries of Tommy’s name.
“I love watching the two of you together.”
Tommy glances back to see that Adam has emerged from the depths of his closet and is stroking his cock—
Wait, what?
He gets off of Kris—who whines in protest—and off the bed, moving to stand in front of Adam. From close-up, Tommy can see that he’s wearing a black leather harness, a sizeable dildo already strapped in.
Holy fucking shit.
“Happy Birthday, glitterbaby,” Adam says, smirking, a hand moving up and down his fake cock.
Tommy has nothing to say.
A warm body comes up behind him, pressing close. “Surprise!” Kris says, delighted.
Tommy still has nothing to say. Adam looks incredibly amused, but Kris is pouting, something he knows because Adam has mirrored doors on his closet.
“Adam, I think we broke him,” Kris says sadly, lips pursing into an even deeper pout, mouth red and abused from Tommy’s constant attentions.
Adam reaches out to grab Tommy through his jeans and unzips them, reaching in to take hold of his hard cock. “Oh, no, he’s definitely still working. He’s probably just in shock—and very confused.
Adam guides him back onto the bed, sitting him down and nodding at Kris who immediately gets onto his knees and starts undressing Tommy. As Kris pulls his shirt over his head and tugs his jeans down, Adam looms over them, hands petting Tommy possessively and occasionally wandering down to stroke Kris’ head, making him purr contently.
“You see, Tommy, Kris and I wanted to do something nice for you on your birthday. And us being, well, us, we went for something a little more…unorthodox than your typical birthday gift.”
“We know you like us as us,” Kris says, staring up at him. “But you like us as girls, too.” He wiggles a little, bringing attention to his breasts, and Tommy can’t resist the impulse to touch. Adam smacks his hands away.
When he pouts, Adam laughs at him fondly. “No touching, hon. Kris and I are going to do all the work; you just lie there and take it.”
Take it? He eyes the black strap-on warily. He doesn’t mind getting fucked, not at all, but that thing unnerves him. It’s not as big as Adam normally is, but it’s, well, made of synthetic stuff; Tommy’s not sure he trusts it.
Adam notices his newfound reticence. “Oh, don’t worry, baby—this isn’t for you,” he says, stroking himself again. Tommy’s starting to wonder if Adam thinks it’s real. “Although some other time, we should try it that way. Me fucking you while you fuck Kris. You like that idea?”
Kris starts squirming, face flushing.
“I see our little slut does,” Adam says softly, winding a hand in Kris’ long hair and pulling his head back slowly, exposing his neck. “Get on the bed. Lay on your stomach.” He lets go and Kris complies, making a very pretty picture.
God, the things Tommy wants to do to that ass. The things Tommy has done to that ass.
Adam’s hand grips his chin, turning his head back to face him. “I know he’s pretty, but I need you to listen to me. Understand?”
“Always,” Tommy says without hesitation.
It earns him a pleased smile and a soft, thorough kiss. Adam turns him around and leans down to whisper in his ear as his eyes take in the sight of Kris lying there, legs slightly spread, wriggling impatiently as he waits for them.
“Make him beg.”
Tommy crawls onto the bed, straddling Kris. He starts pulling at the laces, slowly undoing them, taking the time to trace the slight indent of them left on Kris’ skin after they’ve loosened enough for him to slip his fingers underneath the ties. He hums in sympathy at the extensive crisscrossing laces.
It must’ve taken so long for Adam to lace Kris in. He hates to sit still for too long, and Tommy can just picture them getting ready for this, for him. Adam already dressed, Kris clad only in stockings and a little lace thong, impatient as always. He would’ve squirmed as Adam laced him in, unless he was told to stay still, then he wouldn’t have moved at all because Kris is so good for them. Adam’s eyes would’ve been watching intently as he pulled the laces tighter, the curve of Kris’ breasts and hips in stark contrast to his slim waist, maybe fidgeting at the sight of him, wanting to touch and play but not being able to, not yet.
“I love you,” Tommy says impulsively. They aren’t conventional and they don’t always get it right, but this is real; they’re it for him.
He feels the bed shift as Adam settles behind him, pulling him back to rest against his body. “We love you, too.” His hand snakes around to grip Tommy’s cock, stroking him until he’s almost at the edge, so wound up he thinks he’s going to come just from this. Adam stops. He almost whines in reply.
Adam laughs, kissing his cheek. “Not yet, baby. You need to take that thing off of Kris. He looks gorgeous in it, but you know Kris; never did believe in suffering for beauty.”
Tommy’s almost pulled out all the laces—something Adam will probably bitch at him for later when he has to redo them all—and soon, he’s tossing the corset onto the floor, hands roaming all over the smooth, pale skin of Kris’ back. He’s shivering and making small breathy sounds under Tommy’s hands. He snakes his hand down between Kris’ legs, can feel how wet he is through the lace. His touch makes Kris arch up and groan, starting to babble desperate pleas for more.
“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you, baby?” Adam’s saying, the strap-on nestled between Tommy’s cheeks. He doesn’t mind it as much anymore, so much so that he pushes back against it a little, even though he knows Adam can’t enjoy it the way he normally can—not that it makes a difference if Adam’s reaction is anything to go by.
“Fuck,” he moans, turning Tommy’s head roughly to capture his lips in a controlling kiss. “I am so fucking lucky,” he says when they break apart to breathe. Tommy hums in agreement, watching as Kris strains to keep his head turned towards them, eyes hot and intent.
Adam notices, smirking slightly. “Come here, baby,” he says, holding a hand out and waiting for Kris to sit up, Tommy sandwiched between them. Usually, Kris is in the middle because it’s where he likes to be, but none of them are complaining at the difference this time around.
Kris wriggles impatiently.
Well, for the most part. Tommy leans down to take a nipple into his mouth, smiling around it when it makes Kris arch up, hands coming up to cradle his head and keep him there.
“I know how much you love them, Tommy. They are nice, objectively speaking,” Adam says nonchalantly. “And I know you’ve missed these,” he stops to press against Tommy’s back, letting him feel the curve of Adam’s breasts, skin against skin.
Tommy wonders when Adam took off his own lacy lingerie, a wispy black negligee that’d drawn his eyes to those long, long legs. That thought floats away when Kris’ hand wraps around his aching cock, calloused fingers toying with the head.
“But, frankly, baby, I’m attached to my dick. You know that,” Adam continues, Tommy barely able to keep track of his words. “Then our Kris had a brilliant idea. Didn’t you, sweetheart?” he says, reaching over to caress Kris’ cheek, tugging him in for a kiss.
Tommy thinks he gets it now. It’s hard to connect the dots when he has Kris’ fucking amazing tits in his face though.
Adam leans in, bending down to whisper into Tommy’s ear. “Kris wants us both in him.”
Kris has wanted it that way for a while, but he and Adam have been wishy-washy about giving him an answer. Adam’s never tried it with anyone, and Tommy’s experience in the world of gay sexing outside of the two of them is limited to a few make-out—and then some—sessions.
But they know Kris wants it. Tommy has very fond memories of the night he first brought it up, voice rough and wrecked as he told them how much he wanted both of them inside him. Adam’s eyes had been hot and hungry on Kris, asking—demanding that he keep talking, to tell them how he wants it, why he wants it.
Tommy would be lying if he said that the idea doesn’t appeal to all of them, but they’re going to do it right; neither of them want to hurt Kris. Doing it this way is, admittedly, less nerve-wracking. Plus, boobs.
He forces himself away from Kris’ chest for a moment, needing to check. “You’re sure?” Kris rolls his eyes, grabbing Tommy’s hand and pushing it between his thighs, letting him feel just how sure he is; his panties are drenched.
That’s all the answer Tommy needs.
Adam’s giggling into his neck, entertained as always just watching him and Kris.
They make Tommy lean against the headboard and Kris straddles his lap, telling him to lay back and relax. Adam tosses a condom at Tommy and settles behind Kris, their bottle of lube in his hand. He leans over Kris’ shoulder to give Tommy a kiss, reaching for his hands and putting them on Kris’ hips, hooking their fingers underneath the lace and starting to shimmy the soaked underwear down. Adam lets go of him once they get past Kris’ knees. Tommy’s fingers inch back up Kris’ inner thighs, teasing him. He squirms under Tommy’s touch, trying to guide him to where Kris wants him, but Tommy moves with him, making him whine in frustration.
Adam kisses Kris’ throat soothingly. “Patience, baby. You’ll get what you want soon.” The words do little to placate Kris. He turns his head to capture Adam’s lips for a soft kiss. Tommy sighs, watching their mouths move together, easy and comfortable.
Adam’s hand moves from its place on Kris’ waist to behind him, hidden from Tommy’s view. The telltale click of the bottle opening and the way Kris groans as Adam’s arm flexes tells him all he needs to know. He rips open the condom wrapper with shaky fingers and slips it on. Kris moves closer, a lube-slicked hand reaching down to fist his cock, nice and tight. Tommy’s hips arch up into his grip, putting a hand in Kris’ hair and tugging him down for a rough kiss. They don’t get it quite right, teeth clacking together and lips sore and chapped, too eager for finesse.
“He’s ready for you, glitterbaby.”
Tommy’s eyes flutter back open, blearily meeting Adam’s hot gaze over Kris’ shoulder. Kris is nipping frantically at his jaw and neck, pushing back against the fingers in his ass as he moans pitifully into Tommy’s ear, desperate. He hums in sympathy, letting his fingers wander down to Kris’ cunt, petting at the slick warmth between his legs. The light touch makes Kris shudder, knees almost giving out when Tommy rubs at his clit.
“I think you’re right,” he says teasingly, stroking the sensitive nub harder, smirking when it makes Kris fall back against Adam, letting out a high-pitched mewl that hits Tommy in all the right places.
They turn him around and settle Kris over Tommy’s cock, Adam watching intently as Kris slowly sinks down onto his length. “So good,” Tommy can’t help murmuring into Kris’ ear, reaching around to cup one of his breasts and jerking in surprise when Adam’s mouth settles over his fingers, latching onto a nipple.
Kris is mindless now, lost to sensation. He’s writhing between them, seemingly torn between Adam’s touch and Tommy’s, body shuddering constantly. Tommy leans his head on Kris’ shoulder, hands caressing his thighs. He can see Adam’s fingers sliding into Kris, can feel them straying down to where Tommy’s stretching him open.
“You’re so wet,” Adam croons into Kris’ ear, fucking his fingers into him a little harder.
Kris groans, hands tightening on Adam’s shoulders and clenching around Tommy’s cock. “Shut up and get in me already,” he grits out, sounding wrecked and desperate.
“My pleasure,” Adam says, gripping the strap-on and positioning it at Kris’ entrance, sliding in smooth and slow.
Tommy can tell when he bottoms out at the way Kris shudders between them, whimpering softly, the line of his back rigid with tension. He’s shivering, so tight around Tommy that he can barely breathe. Adam makes a low, soothing sound, hands petting at Kris’ waist, telling him to relax and take them both like the good boy he is.
The sound Kris makes when he hears that almost makes Tommy come right then and there.
Kris is breathing harshly, tense muscles slowly easing, hips rocking back and forth as quiet moans spill from his lips. Adam’s hands slide down to Kris’ hips, holding him steady as his movements get a little more eager, moans crescendoing.
Adam thrusts into Kris, hard, and he cries out in surprise, shivering and tightening around them. Tommy’s hips jerk up as he comes, hands tightening on Kris’ thighs, nails digging into the flesh and leaving marks. Tommy sinks back against the headboard, twitching with oversensitivity. Kris is still moving on him, begging for more even as he shakes from the aftershocks of his climax.
Adam stills Kris, pulling out and pulling him off of Tommy. He pets Kris’ sides soothingly, laying him down gently next to Tommy and unbuckling the harness, efficiently stripping the condom off of Tommy, all business.
Then Adam crawls back onto the bed, going straight for Kris and spreading his legs apart, tongue lapping at the slick flesh, Kris twitching and moaning at his ministrations, batting ineffectually at him. Tommy finds the energy to pull Adam on top of him and away from Kris, pushing two fingers into him and trying to tamp down the smugness at Adam’s resulting moan. Adam rides his fingers, hips pushing back and clenching hard around them when he comes, letting out a throaty cry that makes Tommy shiver. He pets at Adam’s clit, smirking at the reflexive jerk of his hips, too sensitive to take anymore right now. Kris shifts closer to Tommy, snuggling up to him and wrapping an arm around his waist, sighing blissfully, a satisfied little sound that makes him smile.
Best birthday ever.
End.
Summary: This time, Adam’s prepared.
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen/Tommy Ratliff
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3,600
Disclaimer: Pretty sure this didn’t happen. But if it somehow does, someone get it on tape. Please.
Warnings: genderswap, F/M/F threesome, toys, DP, self-indulgent porn.
Notes: This was supposed to be finished in October of last year; I fail. Can stand alone but is technically a continuation of this series.
~*~
This time, Adam’s prepared.
He can barely keep himself from cackling with glee when the package arrives in the mail, discreet and nondescript, so innocent in its little brown box.
Tommy will never know what hit him.
~*~
“Happy Birthday to me,” Tommy says murderously as he unlocks the door.
This is not how he wanted to spend his birthday.
In fact, his ideal birthday would’ve consisted of staying at home with his boyfriends—in their relatively new house—having lots and lots of fucking incredible sex.
Instead he’d been sent out on some insane errand by aforementioned boyfriends about four hours ago to find some sort of special ingredient that Kris absolutely needed to make a special Mama Allen dish. Tommy knows better than to mess with Kim’s cooking so he’d gone and left the warm comfort of his house to brave LA traffic—and the lunatics who live here—to find it.
(That and he’s a sucker for Kris’ pout and big brown eyes. Tommy takes comfort in the fact that Adam’s just as susceptible to its power as he is, probably even more so.)
Four hours, ten grocery stores and way too many unhelpful idiots later, he’s finally home. After enjoying a nice Kris-cooked meal—and thank God he can cook because otherwise Adam and Tommy would die from starvation and/or live purely on takeout—he’s heading straight for their bedroom and screwing someone blind until the hostility dissipates. Hell, fuck the bedroom; they can do it on the couch. Or the counter. That one time had been fun and he’s been dying to try it again.
Tommy shakes himself out of his stupor, the odd quiet permeating the house registering for the first time. “Kris?” he says warily, stepping further into the house. “Adam? I found the damn thing. One of you owes me a spectacular blowjob for all the trouble I went…through.”
Holy fucking shit.
He finds Adam and Kris lounging on the couch, obviously waiting for him. Kris is perched on Adam’s lap, shamelessly wrapped around him—which isn’t unusual. What is unusual is that they’re both girls—in lingerie. Tommy rubs his eyes, shaking his head to make sure he isn’t just in an incredibly vivid fantasy. Adam smiles at him, all teeth and utterly devious, stretching luxuriously to bring attention to his chest. His glorious, glorious chest that Tommy had thought he’d never see ever again.
This birthday is starting to look up.
“Happy Birthday, Tommy,” Kris says shyly, blushing a pretty pink. His hand is on his thigh, drawing Tommy’s gaze to the sheer thigh-highs Kris has on. Adam’s hand moves to rest possessively on Kris’ thigh, giving Tommy a sultry smile that makes his knees weak.
Tommy stares. He also maybe drools a bit, but goddamn.
Adam laughs, smirking at how tongue-tied Tommy is. He so rarely gets to enjoy something like this. Adam’s probably going to milk this for all its worth. Tommy’s perfectly alright with that—this time.
Kris wriggles free of Adam’s hold, bouncing—god Tommy loves his boobs—up from his seat to pull Tommy into a kiss. His hands wind around the even tinier than usual waist, exploring the outfit Adam probably talked Kris into wearing. He’s clad in some little white corset, giving his considerable bosom a boost it doesn’t need. Tommy appreciates the effect anyway.
“You like?” Kris says breathily, peeking up at him from underneath long lashes.
He growls in response, putting a hand in Kris’ hair and yanking him back in for a rough kiss. Tommy bites at his lips, keeping Kris there until he melts into Tommy’s arms, pliant and trembling.
“You two are so pretty,” Adam purrs, eyes dark with want. He rises gracefully from the couch, making his way to them. He tilts Tommy’s chin up, claiming his mouth in a forceful kiss, Kris trapped between them. Even as a female, Adam towers over them both; neither of them mind.
Kris wriggles impatiently between them. “Adam,” he says insistently.
Adam grins evilly. “Tommy, Kris and I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” Because turning into girls isn’t enough of one.
Adam doesn’t answer him, merely turns around and starts walking towards their bedroom, hips swaying seductively. Tease. Kris grabs his hand and tugs him in the same direction. Tommy trails after him, eyes trained on his ass.
On the way to their room, Kris distracts him briefly by giggling and copping a feel. Tommy reacts by pinning him against a wall and kissing him some more.
When they go inside Adam is nowhere to be seen, but the light in his walk-in closet is on. The rest of the room looks as it always does; Tommy’s stumped.
“What’s going on, Kris?”
He giggles, saying nothing, an impish grin on his lips. Tommy opens his mouth to try again—if anyone’s going to crack, it’ll be Kris—but he puts Tommy’s hands on his hips, pouting dramatically.
“Think you could undo this thing for me, Tommy? It’s so hard to breathe,” he says, taking a deep breath, well-aware of where Tommy’s eyes are going to go.
The clever bastard.
He yanks Kris close, biting at the sensitive skin of his neck. “You’re not playing fair, babe. You know I can’t focus when these beauties get involved,”Tommy says, cupping one of Kris’ tits with his hand, kneading it gently through the satin covering it.
“I know,” he says breathily, arching into Tommy’s touch. “But Adam told me not to tell you.”
Damn it. If Adam explicitly ordered Kris not to tell him, then he’s not going to get a thing out of him.
What Adam says goes.
He sighs, removing his hand from Kris’ breast, much to his displeasure. “Do you really want me to let you out of this thing?” Kris nods rapidly, something like relief in his eyes. “I love how it looks on you though,” Tommy says, running his hands up and down Kris’ sides, tracing the gorgeous curve of his waist and hips. “You look so pretty.” He pushes Kris onto the bed, crawling onto it after him, mouth heading for Kris’ neck and sucking a mark onto the pale skin, relishing in Kris’ whimpers and cries of Tommy’s name.
“I love watching the two of you together.”
Tommy glances back to see that Adam has emerged from the depths of his closet and is stroking his cock—
Wait, what?
He gets off of Kris—who whines in protest—and off the bed, moving to stand in front of Adam. From close-up, Tommy can see that he’s wearing a black leather harness, a sizeable dildo already strapped in.
Holy fucking shit.
“Happy Birthday, glitterbaby,” Adam says, smirking, a hand moving up and down his fake cock.
Tommy has nothing to say.
A warm body comes up behind him, pressing close. “Surprise!” Kris says, delighted.
Tommy still has nothing to say. Adam looks incredibly amused, but Kris is pouting, something he knows because Adam has mirrored doors on his closet.
“Adam, I think we broke him,” Kris says sadly, lips pursing into an even deeper pout, mouth red and abused from Tommy’s constant attentions.
Adam reaches out to grab Tommy through his jeans and unzips them, reaching in to take hold of his hard cock. “Oh, no, he’s definitely still working. He’s probably just in shock—and very confused.
Adam guides him back onto the bed, sitting him down and nodding at Kris who immediately gets onto his knees and starts undressing Tommy. As Kris pulls his shirt over his head and tugs his jeans down, Adam looms over them, hands petting Tommy possessively and occasionally wandering down to stroke Kris’ head, making him purr contently.
“You see, Tommy, Kris and I wanted to do something nice for you on your birthday. And us being, well, us, we went for something a little more…unorthodox than your typical birthday gift.”
“We know you like us as us,” Kris says, staring up at him. “But you like us as girls, too.” He wiggles a little, bringing attention to his breasts, and Tommy can’t resist the impulse to touch. Adam smacks his hands away.
When he pouts, Adam laughs at him fondly. “No touching, hon. Kris and I are going to do all the work; you just lie there and take it.”
Take it? He eyes the black strap-on warily. He doesn’t mind getting fucked, not at all, but that thing unnerves him. It’s not as big as Adam normally is, but it’s, well, made of synthetic stuff; Tommy’s not sure he trusts it.
Adam notices his newfound reticence. “Oh, don’t worry, baby—this isn’t for you,” he says, stroking himself again. Tommy’s starting to wonder if Adam thinks it’s real. “Although some other time, we should try it that way. Me fucking you while you fuck Kris. You like that idea?”
Kris starts squirming, face flushing.
“I see our little slut does,” Adam says softly, winding a hand in Kris’ long hair and pulling his head back slowly, exposing his neck. “Get on the bed. Lay on your stomach.” He lets go and Kris complies, making a very pretty picture.
God, the things Tommy wants to do to that ass. The things Tommy has done to that ass.
Adam’s hand grips his chin, turning his head back to face him. “I know he’s pretty, but I need you to listen to me. Understand?”
“Always,” Tommy says without hesitation.
It earns him a pleased smile and a soft, thorough kiss. Adam turns him around and leans down to whisper in his ear as his eyes take in the sight of Kris lying there, legs slightly spread, wriggling impatiently as he waits for them.
“Make him beg.”
Tommy crawls onto the bed, straddling Kris. He starts pulling at the laces, slowly undoing them, taking the time to trace the slight indent of them left on Kris’ skin after they’ve loosened enough for him to slip his fingers underneath the ties. He hums in sympathy at the extensive crisscrossing laces.
It must’ve taken so long for Adam to lace Kris in. He hates to sit still for too long, and Tommy can just picture them getting ready for this, for him. Adam already dressed, Kris clad only in stockings and a little lace thong, impatient as always. He would’ve squirmed as Adam laced him in, unless he was told to stay still, then he wouldn’t have moved at all because Kris is so good for them. Adam’s eyes would’ve been watching intently as he pulled the laces tighter, the curve of Kris’ breasts and hips in stark contrast to his slim waist, maybe fidgeting at the sight of him, wanting to touch and play but not being able to, not yet.
“I love you,” Tommy says impulsively. They aren’t conventional and they don’t always get it right, but this is real; they’re it for him.
He feels the bed shift as Adam settles behind him, pulling him back to rest against his body. “We love you, too.” His hand snakes around to grip Tommy’s cock, stroking him until he’s almost at the edge, so wound up he thinks he’s going to come just from this. Adam stops. He almost whines in reply.
Adam laughs, kissing his cheek. “Not yet, baby. You need to take that thing off of Kris. He looks gorgeous in it, but you know Kris; never did believe in suffering for beauty.”
Tommy’s almost pulled out all the laces—something Adam will probably bitch at him for later when he has to redo them all—and soon, he’s tossing the corset onto the floor, hands roaming all over the smooth, pale skin of Kris’ back. He’s shivering and making small breathy sounds under Tommy’s hands. He snakes his hand down between Kris’ legs, can feel how wet he is through the lace. His touch makes Kris arch up and groan, starting to babble desperate pleas for more.
“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you, baby?” Adam’s saying, the strap-on nestled between Tommy’s cheeks. He doesn’t mind it as much anymore, so much so that he pushes back against it a little, even though he knows Adam can’t enjoy it the way he normally can—not that it makes a difference if Adam’s reaction is anything to go by.
“Fuck,” he moans, turning Tommy’s head roughly to capture his lips in a controlling kiss. “I am so fucking lucky,” he says when they break apart to breathe. Tommy hums in agreement, watching as Kris strains to keep his head turned towards them, eyes hot and intent.
Adam notices, smirking slightly. “Come here, baby,” he says, holding a hand out and waiting for Kris to sit up, Tommy sandwiched between them. Usually, Kris is in the middle because it’s where he likes to be, but none of them are complaining at the difference this time around.
Kris wriggles impatiently.
Well, for the most part. Tommy leans down to take a nipple into his mouth, smiling around it when it makes Kris arch up, hands coming up to cradle his head and keep him there.
“I know how much you love them, Tommy. They are nice, objectively speaking,” Adam says nonchalantly. “And I know you’ve missed these,” he stops to press against Tommy’s back, letting him feel the curve of Adam’s breasts, skin against skin.
Tommy wonders when Adam took off his own lacy lingerie, a wispy black negligee that’d drawn his eyes to those long, long legs. That thought floats away when Kris’ hand wraps around his aching cock, calloused fingers toying with the head.
“But, frankly, baby, I’m attached to my dick. You know that,” Adam continues, Tommy barely able to keep track of his words. “Then our Kris had a brilliant idea. Didn’t you, sweetheart?” he says, reaching over to caress Kris’ cheek, tugging him in for a kiss.
Tommy thinks he gets it now. It’s hard to connect the dots when he has Kris’ fucking amazing tits in his face though.
Adam leans in, bending down to whisper into Tommy’s ear. “Kris wants us both in him.”
Kris has wanted it that way for a while, but he and Adam have been wishy-washy about giving him an answer. Adam’s never tried it with anyone, and Tommy’s experience in the world of gay sexing outside of the two of them is limited to a few make-out—and then some—sessions.
But they know Kris wants it. Tommy has very fond memories of the night he first brought it up, voice rough and wrecked as he told them how much he wanted both of them inside him. Adam’s eyes had been hot and hungry on Kris, asking—demanding that he keep talking, to tell them how he wants it, why he wants it.
Tommy would be lying if he said that the idea doesn’t appeal to all of them, but they’re going to do it right; neither of them want to hurt Kris. Doing it this way is, admittedly, less nerve-wracking. Plus, boobs.
He forces himself away from Kris’ chest for a moment, needing to check. “You’re sure?” Kris rolls his eyes, grabbing Tommy’s hand and pushing it between his thighs, letting him feel just how sure he is; his panties are drenched.
That’s all the answer Tommy needs.
Adam’s giggling into his neck, entertained as always just watching him and Kris.
They make Tommy lean against the headboard and Kris straddles his lap, telling him to lay back and relax. Adam tosses a condom at Tommy and settles behind Kris, their bottle of lube in his hand. He leans over Kris’ shoulder to give Tommy a kiss, reaching for his hands and putting them on Kris’ hips, hooking their fingers underneath the lace and starting to shimmy the soaked underwear down. Adam lets go of him once they get past Kris’ knees. Tommy’s fingers inch back up Kris’ inner thighs, teasing him. He squirms under Tommy’s touch, trying to guide him to where Kris wants him, but Tommy moves with him, making him whine in frustration.
Adam kisses Kris’ throat soothingly. “Patience, baby. You’ll get what you want soon.” The words do little to placate Kris. He turns his head to capture Adam’s lips for a soft kiss. Tommy sighs, watching their mouths move together, easy and comfortable.
Adam’s hand moves from its place on Kris’ waist to behind him, hidden from Tommy’s view. The telltale click of the bottle opening and the way Kris groans as Adam’s arm flexes tells him all he needs to know. He rips open the condom wrapper with shaky fingers and slips it on. Kris moves closer, a lube-slicked hand reaching down to fist his cock, nice and tight. Tommy’s hips arch up into his grip, putting a hand in Kris’ hair and tugging him down for a rough kiss. They don’t get it quite right, teeth clacking together and lips sore and chapped, too eager for finesse.
“He’s ready for you, glitterbaby.”
Tommy’s eyes flutter back open, blearily meeting Adam’s hot gaze over Kris’ shoulder. Kris is nipping frantically at his jaw and neck, pushing back against the fingers in his ass as he moans pitifully into Tommy’s ear, desperate. He hums in sympathy, letting his fingers wander down to Kris’ cunt, petting at the slick warmth between his legs. The light touch makes Kris shudder, knees almost giving out when Tommy rubs at his clit.
“I think you’re right,” he says teasingly, stroking the sensitive nub harder, smirking when it makes Kris fall back against Adam, letting out a high-pitched mewl that hits Tommy in all the right places.
They turn him around and settle Kris over Tommy’s cock, Adam watching intently as Kris slowly sinks down onto his length. “So good,” Tommy can’t help murmuring into Kris’ ear, reaching around to cup one of his breasts and jerking in surprise when Adam’s mouth settles over his fingers, latching onto a nipple.
Kris is mindless now, lost to sensation. He’s writhing between them, seemingly torn between Adam’s touch and Tommy’s, body shuddering constantly. Tommy leans his head on Kris’ shoulder, hands caressing his thighs. He can see Adam’s fingers sliding into Kris, can feel them straying down to where Tommy’s stretching him open.
“You’re so wet,” Adam croons into Kris’ ear, fucking his fingers into him a little harder.
Kris groans, hands tightening on Adam’s shoulders and clenching around Tommy’s cock. “Shut up and get in me already,” he grits out, sounding wrecked and desperate.
“My pleasure,” Adam says, gripping the strap-on and positioning it at Kris’ entrance, sliding in smooth and slow.
Tommy can tell when he bottoms out at the way Kris shudders between them, whimpering softly, the line of his back rigid with tension. He’s shivering, so tight around Tommy that he can barely breathe. Adam makes a low, soothing sound, hands petting at Kris’ waist, telling him to relax and take them both like the good boy he is.
The sound Kris makes when he hears that almost makes Tommy come right then and there.
Kris is breathing harshly, tense muscles slowly easing, hips rocking back and forth as quiet moans spill from his lips. Adam’s hands slide down to Kris’ hips, holding him steady as his movements get a little more eager, moans crescendoing.
Adam thrusts into Kris, hard, and he cries out in surprise, shivering and tightening around them. Tommy’s hips jerk up as he comes, hands tightening on Kris’ thighs, nails digging into the flesh and leaving marks. Tommy sinks back against the headboard, twitching with oversensitivity. Kris is still moving on him, begging for more even as he shakes from the aftershocks of his climax.
Adam stills Kris, pulling out and pulling him off of Tommy. He pets Kris’ sides soothingly, laying him down gently next to Tommy and unbuckling the harness, efficiently stripping the condom off of Tommy, all business.
Then Adam crawls back onto the bed, going straight for Kris and spreading his legs apart, tongue lapping at the slick flesh, Kris twitching and moaning at his ministrations, batting ineffectually at him. Tommy finds the energy to pull Adam on top of him and away from Kris, pushing two fingers into him and trying to tamp down the smugness at Adam’s resulting moan. Adam rides his fingers, hips pushing back and clenching hard around them when he comes, letting out a throaty cry that makes Tommy shiver. He pets at Adam’s clit, smirking at the reflexive jerk of his hips, too sensitive to take anymore right now. Kris shifts closer to Tommy, snuggling up to him and wrapping an arm around his waist, sighing blissfully, a satisfied little sound that makes him smile.
Best birthday ever.
End.
