This Means War: Double Dip
Title: Double Dip
Word Count: 3,235
Pairings/Characters: FDR/Lauren/Tuck
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, other than explicit sex.
Summary: FDR convinces Lauren to DP Tuck with him. She doesn't need too much convincing. Basically, this is shameless porn.
A/N: Written for this prompt on the kink meme. There are so many first times for me in this fic! I just hope it doesn't suck. Concrit welcomed!
Also Archived At: DW
“Lauren, how do you feel about pegging?” FDR asked lazily one night while Tuck was snoring gently between them.
“I, um, well, I've never done it before.” Lauren blinked out of the sleepy stupor she had fallen into.
“How would you like to try, then?” FDR settled his head more comfortably on Tuck's chest.
“I'll try anything once.” Lauren absently ran her fingers over the arm Tuck had wrapped around her before falling asleep.
“Great,” FDR grinned his megawatt grin, “we can get you the equipment tomorrow while Tuck is visiting with Joe.”
“Ok. Who did you want me to peg?”
“Tuck.” Lauren still didn't understand how FDR could make one syllable sound that predatory.
“And what are you going to do, watch?”
“Of course not,” FDR grinned, “I'm going to fuck him too.”
“At the same time?” Lauren said dubiously. “How big of a dildo are you thinking I'm using?”
“One the size of my dick.”
“I think you're over ambitious,” Lauren arched an eyebrow and stroked Tuck's thigh. Tuck twitched in his sleep and buried his face in Lauren's hair, tightening his hold on both of his lovers before settling again.
“Don't worry,” FDR said when Tuck had stilled, “he can take it. You wait and see.” FDR leaned over Tuck to drop a kiss to Lauren's lips. “Goodnight, Lauren.”
“'Night, FDR.” Lauren curled into Tuck's side and dropped off.
==
FDR bundled Tuck out of the house after breakfast with a kiss on the mouth and a pat on the ass. “Tell Joe hi from us!” FDR called as he closed the door.
“Ok?” Tuck sounded bemused on the other side of the door.
“Alright,” FDR said excitedly after Tuck had gone, “we need to measure my dick before we leave.” He began digging through the kitchen drawers for a tape-measure.
“Wait, what?” Lauren's eyebrows shot up her forehead. “Why exactly do we need to do that?”
“So that we can get you a properly sized cock, of course.”
“I really don't know what to say to you right now. The frightening part is that I am only surprised that you haven't done this before.” Lauren took the tape-measure FDR held out to her and reached to pull his cock out of his pants.
“Not right now, I've got to be hard first! Come to bed!” FDR ran off towards the bedroom, shedding what clothing he had bothered to put on that morning. Lauren rolled her eyes and followed. FDR was sitting naked on the bed with his legs spread when she entered the room. “Suck my cock?” He grinned cheekily.
“You're so demanding,” Lauren crawled up between his thighs and obliged him. When he was fully hard he made a scramble for the measuring tape and measured himself with shaking hands. Lauren sat up on her heels and shook her head while she watched.
“I don't know whether this is more narcissistic or insane. Probably narcissistic.”
“Why do you- why do you say that?”
“FDR, please, your cock is not actually god's gift to sex. It is not the cock that all other cocks aspire to be.”
“But it should be,” FDR grinned as he threw the tape measure onto the floor. “Could I convince you to finish me off?”
“You do know that you're eating me out after this, don't you?” Lauren stroked his cock.
“Fully aware, whatever you want,” FDR groaned happily.
Lauren smirked and ducked her head again.
==
Once orgasms had been had, along with a short nap and a shower, FDR and Lauren got dressed and got themselves to a sex toy shop. Lauren didn't like going to sex shops, because what if someone saw her there, it would be so embarrassing. Buying sex toys was one of the great purposes of the internet, but FDR really wanted to do this tonight so she went along with it. Besides, FDR would now owe her a favor. It was handy to be owned favors from FDR.
FDR gleefully took himself to find the perfect dildo while Lauren went to ask an employee about harnesses. Her job hadn't taken her to this area of product testing quite yet.
Forty-five minutes later Lauren and FDR climbed back into their car. Lauren was quite pleased with her purchases, but FDR was pouting over having to buy a dildo slightly bigger than his own dick, as nobody sold such exact measurements off the shelf. Lauren laughed at him as he went on about overkill. Little did he know that she had bought several more of all sizes and sorts while he had been distracted, most of which vibrated. If she was going to do this, she might as well go all out.
FDR had to take a call from work when they got home (such was the life of a spy. Weekends were more suggestions than anything else), so Lauren ran upstairs and put on the harness. She practiced putting in and taking out the dildos a few times and then just looked at herself in the mirror while wearing the harness. She decided that she looked vaguely ridiculous, but apparently this was something that turned FDR on, so he would probably like it. She really had no idea what Tuck would think, but he did love to have things in his ass, so he probably wouldn't reject the idea out of hand.
Lauren put her pants back on over her harness and walked downstairs. The harness still felt strange, but maybe wearing it would get her more used to it.
FDR was just hanging up when she walked into the living room, and he sucked in a breath when he looked up to see her.
“You're wearing the harness underneath your jeans, aren't you,” he said reverently.
“How did you know?” Lauren checked to see if anything was peaking over her waistband.
“The expression on your face...” FDR reached out and reeled her in by her belt loops.
“Well, hopefully that problem resolves itself by the time Tuck gets home. I get the impression you want this to be a surprise.”
“Oh god.” FDR leaned down and smashed his lips onto Lauren's. “When is Tuck getting home?” he mumbled.
Lauren fished FDR's phone out of his pocket and checked the time while FDR assaulted her neck.
“It's still 45 minutes until his earliest possible return. It's probably more like two or three and a half hours.”
“Why were we so efficient?” FDR groaned between kisses. “We should go buy more sex toys. Like a pair of hand cuffs or a collar or something.”
“Who exactly would you put a collar on?”
“Y-” FDR broke off when he pulled back and saw Lauren's face. “Er, Tuck, I guess.”
“Yeah, have fun with that conversation,” Lauren smirked.
“Dammit. I'm dating two people and I still can't get anyone to wear a collar.”
“If you told Tuck you loved him enough he might be persuaded, but that's doubtful. Come on, let's see if there's anything on TV.” Lauren grabbed FDR's arm and pulled him over to the couch, where she sat his lap and let him stroke the harness while she channel surfed.
==
Tuck breezed in the door around three o'clock to find FDR hastily pulling his hand out of Lauren's pants.
“Hello,” he grinned as he leaned over the back of the couch to drop a kiss to each of their heads. “Don't let me interrupt you. Continue, by all means.” Tuck stood up and started towards the stairs.
“Wait, Tuck, come back and join us!” Lauren called.
“In a minute, I've got to freshen up first,” Tuck called back from half way up the stairs.
“You know you're only going to get sweaty and dirty again, Tuck,” FDR shouted.
Tuck didn't reply and the shower turned on a minute later.
“I will never understand that man,” FDR said to Lauren. “And he's so hot in that leather jacket, too.”
“This at least gives me time to put on the dildo.” Lauren climbed out of FDR's lap. “Come on, let's go to bed.”
Lauren stripped off her clothes once in the bedroom. She fastened in her old, well-loved dildo to slip inside herself and she fixed the one FDR had chosen to the front of the harness.
“How does it look?” Lauren asked FDR when she was finished.
“You look ravishing.” FDR wrapped one arm around Lauren and slipped the other between her legs to play with the end of the dildo inside her.
“Stop it,” Lauren grabbed FDR's arm but didn't pull it away. “We have to wait for Tuck.”
“We've been waiting for Tuck all fucking day,” FDR whined into Lauren's hair.
“Hey, this was your idea. You don't get to complain.”
“Why do you hate self-expression?”
“Oh, shut up.”
Tuck came out of the bathroom just then, naked and damp and toweling his hair.
“Oh, you-” Tuck froze and stared at Lauren's hips for a moment. “You have a plan?” He said uncertainly after he recovered, still staring.
“Yes,” FDR straightened and put both hands on Lauren's hips. “We want to fuck you.”
“Um, the both of you?” Tuck rubbed nervously at the side of his neck with his towel.
“Yes, the both of us.”
“Well..., don't see why we can't try it,” Tuck mused as he dropped his towel. “I hope you've got a lot of lube.”
“Don't you worry, I am prepared,” FDR grinned and stepped forwards to kiss Tuck, keeping one arm wrapped around Lauren.
“Alright,” FDR said after a moment, “bed.” He crawled up onto it himself, leaning against the headboard and spreading his legs. “C'm'ere, Tuck,” he patted the inside of his thigh.
Tuck snorted but he came all the same, settling on his elbows and knees between FDR's thighs and licking a stripe up his half-hard cock. Lauren got the lube out of the bedside table and settled behind Tuck, nudging his knees farther apart while she slicked up her fingers. This part she had done many times before. She slid in one finger and Tuck sighed and slid his mouth down FDR's prick.
Tuck was still loose from getting fucked last night, so it was easy for Lauren to work up to two and three fingers. By the time she was pushing in the fourth, Tuck had FDR's cock down his throat, and FDR was panting and futilely trying to get a handful of Tuck's short hair. Tuck was steadily rocking back against Lauren's fingers, and when she gently spread all four of them he jerked and let out a sound muffled by FDR's cock.
“Hey, you're all right,” Lauren ran a soothing hand over Tuck's hip and kissed the small of his back as she spread her fingers again.
Tuck groaned and swallowed around FDR's cock, causing FDR to let out a garbled string of curses and clench his hand on the back of Tuck's neck to keep him in place as he began to thrust minutely into Tuck's throat. Tuck relaxed his throat and jaw as much as possible with Lauren's fingers stretching him and glancing against his prostate every so often. He squeezed his leaking eyes shut, breathing harshly into FDR's pubic hair.
Lauren freed her fingers after a few more moments and slathered her cock with lube. She had used so much while stretching Tuck that he was fairly dripping with it, but he was going to be having quite a lot in his ass tonight and she didn't want to run any risks.
“You ready for me, Tuck?” Lauren asked as she lined herself up behind him. Tuck gave her a thumbs up, his mouth being otherwise occupied, and Lauren reached between her legs to turn on the vibrator in her own dildo before beginning to slowly slide her cock into Tuck.
Tuck gave a shaky moan as Lauren bottomed out. FDR grabbed Tuck's head with both hands and held him down on his cock while he watched Lauren begin to slowly fuck Tuck through hooded eyes.
“Oh god, Lauren, you look so hot right now,” FDR groaned.
Lauren looked up from where she was sliding in and out of Tuck to grin at FDR. She was starting to find a bit of a rhythm now, getting the hang of fucking from the opposite side.
“Try- try and find his prostate,” FDR encouraged, starting to fuck Tuck's mouth again.
Lauren tried angling her thrusts several times before she caught Tuck's prostate, making him jerk and choke on FDR. Tuck wrestled his head out of FDR's grip and pulled off of his prick to cough and pant against his hip.
Lauren made it her goal to hit that spot on every thrust, and it seemed like she was having a high incident of success from the sounds Tuck was making. It didn't take much longer to have him panting her name like it was the only word he knew as he shoved his hips back to meet her every thrust.
Tuck straightened up after another moment and curved his back at an impressive angle as he tried to kiss her.
“Lauren,” he begged after an unsuccessful moment, “Lauren, kiss me please, Lauren, please, Lauren, please.”
Lauren leaned forwards and managed to get the corner of his mouth but no farther. Tuck whined and yearned back as far as he could, but he couldn't get to Lauren's mouth.
“Tuck, hey,” FDR slid his hand up Tuck's chest and curled it around his neck, pulling him back around to a more comfortable position and kissing him. Tuck moaned and clung to FDR, kissing him like he was starving for it.
FDR reached down Tuck's back and circled his hole while Lauren fucked in and out, causing a shaky groan from Tuck. FDR slowly pushed his finger in alongside Lauren's cock, while Tuck gasped into his mouth and arched his back. FDR moved his finger with Lauren's thrusts for a few moments before pulling it out to slick his fingers and shove two back in.
Tuck whined and clutched at FDR. “F, F, Franklin,” Tuck gave up trying to get the initials out, “Franklin, it's so much.” Tuck whimpered into FDR's neck.
“I know, Tuck, I know,” FDR said as he eased another finger in, Tuck whimpering against his shoulder as he tried his best to relax. “You can take it for me, Tuck, I know you can.”
Lauren reached up and stroked Tuck's hair and down his trembling sides. She halted her thrusts for the moment. “Is he ready?” She asked FDR as she scratched her fingers over Tuck's scalp.
“I think so,” FDR slowly pulled out his fingers and Tuck gave a relieved sound against FDR's neck and relaxed. FDR slicked his cock and positioned himself at Tuck's entrance. Tuck bit his lip in trepidation, but he managed to keep himself relaxed as FDR began to push his way inside.
FDR groaned as he forced his way into Tuck's tight, tight, hole, his own cock sliding against Lauren's. Tuck was gasping against his shoulder, but he wasn't tensing up, so he seemed just fine.
“Oh Tuck,” FDR pressed a sloppy, worshipful kiss to Tuck's temple as he bottomed out. Tuck whimpered into FDR's shoulder.
“Wow,” Lauren whispered, staring at the Tuck's hole, the rim white as it stretched wide around two cocks. Lauren ran her fingers lightly around it, and Tuck abruptly arched against FDR's chest, whimpering again.
“I've got you, Tuck,” FDR hugged Tuck as he began to thrust shallowly into him. “I've got you. You can take this.” Tuck whimpered once more as Lauren followed FDR's lead and began to thrust again. FDR sealed his mouth over Tuck's, then, and swallowed any other noises that he made. Tuck shuddered as the two cocks inside of him slowly picked up momentum, and then he was arching so sharply he nearly smashed his head into Lauren's nose and moaning loudly when someone hit his prostate dead on.
From then on it was a haze of pain and pleasure, the burning stretch of his hole, the sparks of ecstasy from his prostate, FDR toying with his nipples whenever he had a spare brain cell, and Tuck could feel the two cocks inside of him sliding together and apart. FDR mouthed at Tuck's temple, his solid arm the only thing keeping Tuck upright, while Lauren panted against Tuck's shoulder blade.
FDR slid his free hand around to grab the base of the vibrator in Lauren, and she gasped and wriggled to get it pressed against the perfect place, leaning almost all of her weight onto Tuck. Tuck groaned at the sensation and slipped down FDR's chest as he went even more boneless. FDR hitched him up, groaning at the clench of muscles while Tuck tried to stabilize himself, and nosed at Tuck's ear.
“Come 'ere, Tuck, I wanna kiss you,” he panted, one hand still working the vibrator in Lauren as much as he was able while thrusting desperately into Tuck, the sensation of rubbing against Lauren's hard cock strange and electric compared to the warm softness of Tuck's insides.
Tuck threw an arm around FDR's neck and hauled himself over to crush his mouth messily against FDR's, a twinge of pain traveling up his spine as the movement caused him to clench, his fingers digging into FDR's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises.
FDR closed a slick hand around Tuck's prick and one of the cocks inside him started an assault on his prostate, and that was the end for Tuck. He shuddered his way through an orgasm, clamping down painfully tight on the cocks inside him.
Just as he was gasping his way back into control of his muscles again FDR squeezed him tightly and lunged forwards to kiss Lauren while he came. A few seconds after that Lauren went into similar spasms and all three collapsed to the side, FDR and Lauren slipping free of Tuck.
They all lay still catching their breath for a moment before FDR forced himself to sit up. Tuck was sprawled out next to him, panting, his eyes shut.
“Are you falling asleep on me already?” FDR smiled as he leaned down to kiss Tuck's mouth.
“Yes,” Tuck mumbled.
“Alright, let me get you cleaned up.” FDR stood on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom. He cleaned Tuck's come off of his chest before getting a washcloth and heading back into the bedroom to wipe Tuck's come from his own chest and FDR's from between his thighs.
Lauren rolled out of bed long enough to unbuckle the harness and drop it to the floor before crawling under the covers. Tuck mustered enough energy to do the same while FDR took the washcloth back to the bathroom and stuck it in the sink.
FDR climbed back into the bed and gathered Tuck up against his chest, kissing his clumsy lips until he fell asleep. Lauren curled up behind Tuck and followed his example.
FDR smiled and buried his face in Tuck's hair and his fingers in Lauren's and basked in the quiet afterglow.
Word Count: 3,235
Pairings/Characters: FDR/Lauren/Tuck
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, other than explicit sex.
Summary: FDR convinces Lauren to DP Tuck with him. She doesn't need too much convincing. Basically, this is shameless porn.
A/N: Written for this prompt on the kink meme. There are so many first times for me in this fic! I just hope it doesn't suck. Concrit welcomed!
Also Archived At: DW
“Lauren, how do you feel about pegging?” FDR asked lazily one night while Tuck was snoring gently between them.
“I, um, well, I've never done it before.” Lauren blinked out of the sleepy stupor she had fallen into.
“How would you like to try, then?” FDR settled his head more comfortably on Tuck's chest.
“I'll try anything once.” Lauren absently ran her fingers over the arm Tuck had wrapped around her before falling asleep.
“Great,” FDR grinned his megawatt grin, “we can get you the equipment tomorrow while Tuck is visiting with Joe.”
“Ok. Who did you want me to peg?”
“Tuck.” Lauren still didn't understand how FDR could make one syllable sound that predatory.
“And what are you going to do, watch?”
“Of course not,” FDR grinned, “I'm going to fuck him too.”
“At the same time?” Lauren said dubiously. “How big of a dildo are you thinking I'm using?”
“One the size of my dick.”
“I think you're over ambitious,” Lauren arched an eyebrow and stroked Tuck's thigh. Tuck twitched in his sleep and buried his face in Lauren's hair, tightening his hold on both of his lovers before settling again.
“Don't worry,” FDR said when Tuck had stilled, “he can take it. You wait and see.” FDR leaned over Tuck to drop a kiss to Lauren's lips. “Goodnight, Lauren.”
“'Night, FDR.” Lauren curled into Tuck's side and dropped off.
==
FDR bundled Tuck out of the house after breakfast with a kiss on the mouth and a pat on the ass. “Tell Joe hi from us!” FDR called as he closed the door.
“Ok?” Tuck sounded bemused on the other side of the door.
“Alright,” FDR said excitedly after Tuck had gone, “we need to measure my dick before we leave.” He began digging through the kitchen drawers for a tape-measure.
“Wait, what?” Lauren's eyebrows shot up her forehead. “Why exactly do we need to do that?”
“So that we can get you a properly sized cock, of course.”
“I really don't know what to say to you right now. The frightening part is that I am only surprised that you haven't done this before.” Lauren took the tape-measure FDR held out to her and reached to pull his cock out of his pants.
“Not right now, I've got to be hard first! Come to bed!” FDR ran off towards the bedroom, shedding what clothing he had bothered to put on that morning. Lauren rolled her eyes and followed. FDR was sitting naked on the bed with his legs spread when she entered the room. “Suck my cock?” He grinned cheekily.
“You're so demanding,” Lauren crawled up between his thighs and obliged him. When he was fully hard he made a scramble for the measuring tape and measured himself with shaking hands. Lauren sat up on her heels and shook her head while she watched.
“I don't know whether this is more narcissistic or insane. Probably narcissistic.”
“Why do you- why do you say that?”
“FDR, please, your cock is not actually god's gift to sex. It is not the cock that all other cocks aspire to be.”
“But it should be,” FDR grinned as he threw the tape measure onto the floor. “Could I convince you to finish me off?”
“You do know that you're eating me out after this, don't you?” Lauren stroked his cock.
“Fully aware, whatever you want,” FDR groaned happily.
Lauren smirked and ducked her head again.
==
Once orgasms had been had, along with a short nap and a shower, FDR and Lauren got dressed and got themselves to a sex toy shop. Lauren didn't like going to sex shops, because what if someone saw her there, it would be so embarrassing. Buying sex toys was one of the great purposes of the internet, but FDR really wanted to do this tonight so she went along with it. Besides, FDR would now owe her a favor. It was handy to be owned favors from FDR.
FDR gleefully took himself to find the perfect dildo while Lauren went to ask an employee about harnesses. Her job hadn't taken her to this area of product testing quite yet.
Forty-five minutes later Lauren and FDR climbed back into their car. Lauren was quite pleased with her purchases, but FDR was pouting over having to buy a dildo slightly bigger than his own dick, as nobody sold such exact measurements off the shelf. Lauren laughed at him as he went on about overkill. Little did he know that she had bought several more of all sizes and sorts while he had been distracted, most of which vibrated. If she was going to do this, she might as well go all out.
FDR had to take a call from work when they got home (such was the life of a spy. Weekends were more suggestions than anything else), so Lauren ran upstairs and put on the harness. She practiced putting in and taking out the dildos a few times and then just looked at herself in the mirror while wearing the harness. She decided that she looked vaguely ridiculous, but apparently this was something that turned FDR on, so he would probably like it. She really had no idea what Tuck would think, but he did love to have things in his ass, so he probably wouldn't reject the idea out of hand.
Lauren put her pants back on over her harness and walked downstairs. The harness still felt strange, but maybe wearing it would get her more used to it.
FDR was just hanging up when she walked into the living room, and he sucked in a breath when he looked up to see her.
“You're wearing the harness underneath your jeans, aren't you,” he said reverently.
“How did you know?” Lauren checked to see if anything was peaking over her waistband.
“The expression on your face...” FDR reached out and reeled her in by her belt loops.
“Well, hopefully that problem resolves itself by the time Tuck gets home. I get the impression you want this to be a surprise.”
“Oh god.” FDR leaned down and smashed his lips onto Lauren's. “When is Tuck getting home?” he mumbled.
Lauren fished FDR's phone out of his pocket and checked the time while FDR assaulted her neck.
“It's still 45 minutes until his earliest possible return. It's probably more like two or three and a half hours.”
“Why were we so efficient?” FDR groaned between kisses. “We should go buy more sex toys. Like a pair of hand cuffs or a collar or something.”
“Who exactly would you put a collar on?”
“Y-” FDR broke off when he pulled back and saw Lauren's face. “Er, Tuck, I guess.”
“Yeah, have fun with that conversation,” Lauren smirked.
“Dammit. I'm dating two people and I still can't get anyone to wear a collar.”
“If you told Tuck you loved him enough he might be persuaded, but that's doubtful. Come on, let's see if there's anything on TV.” Lauren grabbed FDR's arm and pulled him over to the couch, where she sat his lap and let him stroke the harness while she channel surfed.
==
Tuck breezed in the door around three o'clock to find FDR hastily pulling his hand out of Lauren's pants.
“Hello,” he grinned as he leaned over the back of the couch to drop a kiss to each of their heads. “Don't let me interrupt you. Continue, by all means.” Tuck stood up and started towards the stairs.
“Wait, Tuck, come back and join us!” Lauren called.
“In a minute, I've got to freshen up first,” Tuck called back from half way up the stairs.
“You know you're only going to get sweaty and dirty again, Tuck,” FDR shouted.
Tuck didn't reply and the shower turned on a minute later.
“I will never understand that man,” FDR said to Lauren. “And he's so hot in that leather jacket, too.”
“This at least gives me time to put on the dildo.” Lauren climbed out of FDR's lap. “Come on, let's go to bed.”
Lauren stripped off her clothes once in the bedroom. She fastened in her old, well-loved dildo to slip inside herself and she fixed the one FDR had chosen to the front of the harness.
“How does it look?” Lauren asked FDR when she was finished.
“You look ravishing.” FDR wrapped one arm around Lauren and slipped the other between her legs to play with the end of the dildo inside her.
“Stop it,” Lauren grabbed FDR's arm but didn't pull it away. “We have to wait for Tuck.”
“We've been waiting for Tuck all fucking day,” FDR whined into Lauren's hair.
“Hey, this was your idea. You don't get to complain.”
“Why do you hate self-expression?”
“Oh, shut up.”
Tuck came out of the bathroom just then, naked and damp and toweling his hair.
“Oh, you-” Tuck froze and stared at Lauren's hips for a moment. “You have a plan?” He said uncertainly after he recovered, still staring.
“Yes,” FDR straightened and put both hands on Lauren's hips. “We want to fuck you.”
“Um, the both of you?” Tuck rubbed nervously at the side of his neck with his towel.
“Yes, the both of us.”
“Well..., don't see why we can't try it,” Tuck mused as he dropped his towel. “I hope you've got a lot of lube.”
“Don't you worry, I am prepared,” FDR grinned and stepped forwards to kiss Tuck, keeping one arm wrapped around Lauren.
“Alright,” FDR said after a moment, “bed.” He crawled up onto it himself, leaning against the headboard and spreading his legs. “C'm'ere, Tuck,” he patted the inside of his thigh.
Tuck snorted but he came all the same, settling on his elbows and knees between FDR's thighs and licking a stripe up his half-hard cock. Lauren got the lube out of the bedside table and settled behind Tuck, nudging his knees farther apart while she slicked up her fingers. This part she had done many times before. She slid in one finger and Tuck sighed and slid his mouth down FDR's prick.
Tuck was still loose from getting fucked last night, so it was easy for Lauren to work up to two and three fingers. By the time she was pushing in the fourth, Tuck had FDR's cock down his throat, and FDR was panting and futilely trying to get a handful of Tuck's short hair. Tuck was steadily rocking back against Lauren's fingers, and when she gently spread all four of them he jerked and let out a sound muffled by FDR's cock.
“Hey, you're all right,” Lauren ran a soothing hand over Tuck's hip and kissed the small of his back as she spread her fingers again.
Tuck groaned and swallowed around FDR's cock, causing FDR to let out a garbled string of curses and clench his hand on the back of Tuck's neck to keep him in place as he began to thrust minutely into Tuck's throat. Tuck relaxed his throat and jaw as much as possible with Lauren's fingers stretching him and glancing against his prostate every so often. He squeezed his leaking eyes shut, breathing harshly into FDR's pubic hair.
Lauren freed her fingers after a few more moments and slathered her cock with lube. She had used so much while stretching Tuck that he was fairly dripping with it, but he was going to be having quite a lot in his ass tonight and she didn't want to run any risks.
“You ready for me, Tuck?” Lauren asked as she lined herself up behind him. Tuck gave her a thumbs up, his mouth being otherwise occupied, and Lauren reached between her legs to turn on the vibrator in her own dildo before beginning to slowly slide her cock into Tuck.
Tuck gave a shaky moan as Lauren bottomed out. FDR grabbed Tuck's head with both hands and held him down on his cock while he watched Lauren begin to slowly fuck Tuck through hooded eyes.
“Oh god, Lauren, you look so hot right now,” FDR groaned.
Lauren looked up from where she was sliding in and out of Tuck to grin at FDR. She was starting to find a bit of a rhythm now, getting the hang of fucking from the opposite side.
“Try- try and find his prostate,” FDR encouraged, starting to fuck Tuck's mouth again.
Lauren tried angling her thrusts several times before she caught Tuck's prostate, making him jerk and choke on FDR. Tuck wrestled his head out of FDR's grip and pulled off of his prick to cough and pant against his hip.
Lauren made it her goal to hit that spot on every thrust, and it seemed like she was having a high incident of success from the sounds Tuck was making. It didn't take much longer to have him panting her name like it was the only word he knew as he shoved his hips back to meet her every thrust.
Tuck straightened up after another moment and curved his back at an impressive angle as he tried to kiss her.
“Lauren,” he begged after an unsuccessful moment, “Lauren, kiss me please, Lauren, please, Lauren, please.”
Lauren leaned forwards and managed to get the corner of his mouth but no farther. Tuck whined and yearned back as far as he could, but he couldn't get to Lauren's mouth.
“Tuck, hey,” FDR slid his hand up Tuck's chest and curled it around his neck, pulling him back around to a more comfortable position and kissing him. Tuck moaned and clung to FDR, kissing him like he was starving for it.
FDR reached down Tuck's back and circled his hole while Lauren fucked in and out, causing a shaky groan from Tuck. FDR slowly pushed his finger in alongside Lauren's cock, while Tuck gasped into his mouth and arched his back. FDR moved his finger with Lauren's thrusts for a few moments before pulling it out to slick his fingers and shove two back in.
Tuck whined and clutched at FDR. “F, F, Franklin,” Tuck gave up trying to get the initials out, “Franklin, it's so much.” Tuck whimpered into FDR's neck.
“I know, Tuck, I know,” FDR said as he eased another finger in, Tuck whimpering against his shoulder as he tried his best to relax. “You can take it for me, Tuck, I know you can.”
Lauren reached up and stroked Tuck's hair and down his trembling sides. She halted her thrusts for the moment. “Is he ready?” She asked FDR as she scratched her fingers over Tuck's scalp.
“I think so,” FDR slowly pulled out his fingers and Tuck gave a relieved sound against FDR's neck and relaxed. FDR slicked his cock and positioned himself at Tuck's entrance. Tuck bit his lip in trepidation, but he managed to keep himself relaxed as FDR began to push his way inside.
FDR groaned as he forced his way into Tuck's tight, tight, hole, his own cock sliding against Lauren's. Tuck was gasping against his shoulder, but he wasn't tensing up, so he seemed just fine.
“Oh Tuck,” FDR pressed a sloppy, worshipful kiss to Tuck's temple as he bottomed out. Tuck whimpered into FDR's shoulder.
“Wow,” Lauren whispered, staring at the Tuck's hole, the rim white as it stretched wide around two cocks. Lauren ran her fingers lightly around it, and Tuck abruptly arched against FDR's chest, whimpering again.
“I've got you, Tuck,” FDR hugged Tuck as he began to thrust shallowly into him. “I've got you. You can take this.” Tuck whimpered once more as Lauren followed FDR's lead and began to thrust again. FDR sealed his mouth over Tuck's, then, and swallowed any other noises that he made. Tuck shuddered as the two cocks inside of him slowly picked up momentum, and then he was arching so sharply he nearly smashed his head into Lauren's nose and moaning loudly when someone hit his prostate dead on.
From then on it was a haze of pain and pleasure, the burning stretch of his hole, the sparks of ecstasy from his prostate, FDR toying with his nipples whenever he had a spare brain cell, and Tuck could feel the two cocks inside of him sliding together and apart. FDR mouthed at Tuck's temple, his solid arm the only thing keeping Tuck upright, while Lauren panted against Tuck's shoulder blade.
FDR slid his free hand around to grab the base of the vibrator in Lauren, and she gasped and wriggled to get it pressed against the perfect place, leaning almost all of her weight onto Tuck. Tuck groaned at the sensation and slipped down FDR's chest as he went even more boneless. FDR hitched him up, groaning at the clench of muscles while Tuck tried to stabilize himself, and nosed at Tuck's ear.
“Come 'ere, Tuck, I wanna kiss you,” he panted, one hand still working the vibrator in Lauren as much as he was able while thrusting desperately into Tuck, the sensation of rubbing against Lauren's hard cock strange and electric compared to the warm softness of Tuck's insides.
Tuck threw an arm around FDR's neck and hauled himself over to crush his mouth messily against FDR's, a twinge of pain traveling up his spine as the movement caused him to clench, his fingers digging into FDR's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises.
FDR closed a slick hand around Tuck's prick and one of the cocks inside him started an assault on his prostate, and that was the end for Tuck. He shuddered his way through an orgasm, clamping down painfully tight on the cocks inside him.
Just as he was gasping his way back into control of his muscles again FDR squeezed him tightly and lunged forwards to kiss Lauren while he came. A few seconds after that Lauren went into similar spasms and all three collapsed to the side, FDR and Lauren slipping free of Tuck.
They all lay still catching their breath for a moment before FDR forced himself to sit up. Tuck was sprawled out next to him, panting, his eyes shut.
“Are you falling asleep on me already?” FDR smiled as he leaned down to kiss Tuck's mouth.
“Yes,” Tuck mumbled.
“Alright, let me get you cleaned up.” FDR stood on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom. He cleaned Tuck's come off of his chest before getting a washcloth and heading back into the bedroom to wipe Tuck's come from his own chest and FDR's from between his thighs.
Lauren rolled out of bed long enough to unbuckle the harness and drop it to the floor before crawling under the covers. Tuck mustered enough energy to do the same while FDR took the washcloth back to the bathroom and stuck it in the sink.
FDR climbed back into the bed and gathered Tuck up against his chest, kissing his clumsy lips until he fell asleep. Lauren curled up behind Tuck and followed his example.
FDR smiled and buried his face in Tuck's hair and his fingers in Lauren's and basked in the quiet afterglow.