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PROMPT POST 1
Please make sure you've read the rules post first, and play nice!
Flat comment page here just to clarify, as a few people have been asking, art fills are also very much welcomed!
Please make sure you've read the rules post first, and play nice!
Flat comment page here just to clarify, as a few people have been asking, art fills are also very much welcomed!
“More, Mesut, please,” Bastian chokes out, throat dry. Mesut slides his middle finger in beside his index torturously slow, like before. Bastian only notices now how Mesut has his own hips pushed down against the bed, rocking back and forth. Cock still hard. Manuel’s leaving lazy kisses anywhere his mouth can reach. Strung-out. Bastian feels totally trapped in this moment until Mesut starts pressing a third finger into him, scissoring them. Pleasure flashes through him. Manuel still anchors him.
“Ready?” Manuel asks, fingertips pressing against each of his knuckles. He nods up at Mesut. A pink flush all across his shoulders. Can feel Manuel watching with him. Unwavering in their attention. Mesut pulls his fingers out. He finds their hands next. Seeks out Bastian’s wrists again. Every press, shift leaving Bastian twitching. It doesn’t help that Mesut is pushing into him just this side of too-fast. Impatient. Mesut and Manuel share a look, but Bastian doesn’t really care about what that means.
Mesut’s thrusts are both measured and quick, a combination that Bastian can barely stand. It’s just not enough to get off. “Need more,” he says, not exactly sure who he’s asking. He wants both of them to keep him in place. And it isn’t Mesut, not with the bones in his wrist shifting the way they are. Mesut making up for Manuel’s come-slick hand moving to Bastian’s cock. The numb need to touch runs up and down his arms. Mesut switches to an even pace to match Manuel, Bastian’s guessing, not slowing down at all. Manuel’s smile pressed below his ear.
Manuel runs his thumb over the slit of his cock and that’s it, Bastian can’t help it, he’s coming over Manuel’s fingers, back arched, Mesut still thrusting into him. Manuel’s whispering something to him, some blend of, “Good, perfect, Basti.” It changes, though, when Mesut follows him, body still as he comes. Bastian can’t look away. Manuel’s hands leaving Bastian’s so that he can pull Mesut’s mouth to his. Bastian tries to move his wrists out of Mesut’s grasp, but to no avail. He watches, sated.
“Did so well,” Mesut says after Manuel falls back down against the bed, against Bastian. He kisses each of Bastian’s wrists, imperfect red bands around them.
Manuel repeats the gesture, looking up at Bastian. “Yeah, pretty good,” he says, and grabs each of Bastian’s wrists tight momentarily (all pain and burn) and if Bastian’s vision whites out around the edges, well. He’s not saying anything. Not with Manuel’s lips pressed to his, anyways.
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*fizzles*
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I spent a good half an hour, avoiding this thread even though I had it open in a tab because I wanted to drag reading it out as much as I could because it is just that damn good.
I'm majorly in love with it. Thank you, anon. ♥ (as much as I wish I was, not the OP.)
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Hehe after watching Basti with his (black )wristbands my mind totally drifted into the gutter and now stumbling over such a great fill made my day <3
Loved the dynamic and Bastis need to feel anchored and OMG the whole threesomepairing = <3 extra THX for toppy!Duckie and Mesut <3
*huggles you till your eyes bulge* ;P
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