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THIS IS MY LAST PORN FOR THE NIGHT, I AM DONE. The last one should go up tomorrow.
Strip Poker
Parker/Hardison/Eliot, NC-17
For latentfunction!
It's a travesty, as far as Eliot is concerned.
"You're telling me that you're two con artists and you can't play poker?" he asks.
Parker shrugs. "I'm a thief."
"I had a bad experience in a chat room."
"What does that even mean?" asks Eliot. "You know what, never mind. We're learning poker, right now. Get some cash."
Parker stands firm. "I'm not using money."
"Why not?" asks Eliot. "You love money."
"I love having money. I don't love losing money," says Parker. "I don't like gambling."
Eliot sighs. "Fine, we'll get some chips or something--"
"We could play strip poker," says Parker. "I don't mind losing my clothes."
Eliot and Hardison exchange a look. Hardison shrugs. "Sure, I could do that."
Eliot has a bad feeling about this.
*
Parker takes off her shirt and bra before she's even lost her socks, and as soon as that happens, Hardison starts losing. Like, hard. He can't take his eyes off Parker's boobs long enough to figure out what cards he needs, and he keeps forgetting to hold his hand up and Eliot and Parker can see everything he has. Eliot is still wearing all his clothes, because he's actually good at poker, but Hardison is about to take off his boxers.
"Hey, man, you don't have to--"
"Yes he does," says Parker. She's in her panties and socks. "Those are the rules."
"The lady is right," says Hardison, sighing dramatically. He pulls his boxers down, and Eliot averts his eyes, because that's a dick. And he's got nothing against dick, but he doesn't really want to get a hard-on right now. Talk about awkward.
"Hardison doesn't have any more clothes," Parker points out.
"Yep, that means he loses."
"He needs something else to bet," says Parker.
"What the hell else am I going to bet?"
"Sexual favors," Parker says frankly.
"Uh, Parker."
"This is supposed to be a sexual game," Parker says. "That's why everyone's naked. If Hardison loses, he can do things."
Hardison swallows. "Things?"
"Sexy things."
"Parker, I don't really think--" Eliot starts.
"I want him to eat me out when he loses," says Parker. "I'm sure you can come out with something you want him to do to you."
Hardison stretches, showing off muscles and skin and his fucking dick, which is definitely getting hard.
The bastard.
"Fine," says Eliot. "My deal."
Eliot loses his first round when Hardison idly starts scratching his balls, which makes him drop all his cards. He loses his shirt, mostly because it's getting pretty hot in here. Parker loses, and takes off her panties, and Eliot discovers that it's a lot harder to play poker when almost none of his blood is going to his brain.
Parker wins the next round and Hardison loses, and she says, "See, now you eat me out. Because you lost."
"I lost, so I get to eat you out?" asks Hardison. "Man, I am gonna lose every hand."
Parker smirks and spreads her legs, giving Eliot a really good view, Jesus, and then Hardison crawls over and gets on all four between her legs, which gives him a different but still really good view, and he grinds the palm of his hand down on his dick as Parker moans.
"He's surprisingly good at this," says Parker, to Eliot. "You should win and see what he can do to you."
"I have skills," says Hardison. Eliot can see his dick getting harder as Parker gets louder, can see Hardison's asshole right there, close enough to--
Parker lies back, puts one of her socked feet over Hardison's shoulder, and whimpers, and Eliot's so hard it's painful. He wishes he'd already lost his jeans. They aren't tight, but they're too-tight right now, and he's going crazy.
"I think Eliot wants to fuck you," says Parker.
"Yeah, well, he better have some lube, because there is no way you are doing that dry."
"There's some in my jeans," says Parker.
"Why do you have lube in your jeans?"
"In case I need to get into something tight."
"So come on and fuck me, Jesus," says Hardison. My ass is pretty much in your face, man, this is not subtle."
"Also, if you could get back to going down on me, that would be nice," says Parker.
Eliot crawls over and finds the lube in Parker's jeans. He's not really sure what's happening, but he's so turned on he doesn't really care. He just really wants to be in Hardison, like, now. Or a few minutes ago.
Hardison groans when Eliot brushes over his hole, and says, "Hey, man, take your time. It's been a while."
"You were the one being pushy," Eliot points out, but he goes in slow, still watching as Parker gasps and shakes as Hardison fucks her with his tongue. Hardison swears suddenly as Eliot hits something, and he smirks and strokes again, watching as Hardison thrusts uselessly against the air.
By the time he's got three fingers in, Parker is letting out an endless stream of filth, and Hardison is begging for it. He shoves down his jeans and boxers and pushes on a condom, slicking himself up before sinking slowly into Hardison. From this angle he can see Parker, flushed and panting, and Hardison still working her cunt, and it's a really, really great view.
Parker comes with an impressive scream, and comes down for a minute before turning herself around and propping herself up to suck Hardison's dick. It doesn't take long for Hardison to lose it, and the feel of him hot and tight and clenching all around Eliot's dick has him losing it too.
Eliot pulls out and kind of staggers back, and definitely gets a card stuck to his ass. Hardison flops down on his back, breathing hard.
"I like poker," Parker declares. "We should play again."
"Give me like ten minutes," says Hardison. "I do not have that kind of recovery time."
"Amateur," says Eliot.
"Oh yeah, like you're gonna get it up right now."
"I'll get something up for you," says Eliot, giving him the finger.
"Was that just in my ass?"
"Yeah."
"Huh," says Hardison. "Yeah, I'm pretty much ready for another hand."
Strip Poker
Parker/Hardison/Eliot, NC-17
For latentfunction!
It's a travesty, as far as Eliot is concerned.
"You're telling me that you're two con artists and you can't play poker?" he asks.
Parker shrugs. "I'm a thief."
"I had a bad experience in a chat room."
"What does that even mean?" asks Eliot. "You know what, never mind. We're learning poker, right now. Get some cash."
Parker stands firm. "I'm not using money."
"Why not?" asks Eliot. "You love money."
"I love having money. I don't love losing money," says Parker. "I don't like gambling."
Eliot sighs. "Fine, we'll get some chips or something--"
"We could play strip poker," says Parker. "I don't mind losing my clothes."
Eliot and Hardison exchange a look. Hardison shrugs. "Sure, I could do that."
Eliot has a bad feeling about this.
*
Parker takes off her shirt and bra before she's even lost her socks, and as soon as that happens, Hardison starts losing. Like, hard. He can't take his eyes off Parker's boobs long enough to figure out what cards he needs, and he keeps forgetting to hold his hand up and Eliot and Parker can see everything he has. Eliot is still wearing all his clothes, because he's actually good at poker, but Hardison is about to take off his boxers.
"Hey, man, you don't have to--"
"Yes he does," says Parker. She's in her panties and socks. "Those are the rules."
"The lady is right," says Hardison, sighing dramatically. He pulls his boxers down, and Eliot averts his eyes, because that's a dick. And he's got nothing against dick, but he doesn't really want to get a hard-on right now. Talk about awkward.
"Hardison doesn't have any more clothes," Parker points out.
"Yep, that means he loses."
"He needs something else to bet," says Parker.
"What the hell else am I going to bet?"
"Sexual favors," Parker says frankly.
"Uh, Parker."
"This is supposed to be a sexual game," Parker says. "That's why everyone's naked. If Hardison loses, he can do things."
Hardison swallows. "Things?"
"Sexy things."
"Parker, I don't really think--" Eliot starts.
"I want him to eat me out when he loses," says Parker. "I'm sure you can come out with something you want him to do to you."
Hardison stretches, showing off muscles and skin and his fucking dick, which is definitely getting hard.
The bastard.
"Fine," says Eliot. "My deal."
Eliot loses his first round when Hardison idly starts scratching his balls, which makes him drop all his cards. He loses his shirt, mostly because it's getting pretty hot in here. Parker loses, and takes off her panties, and Eliot discovers that it's a lot harder to play poker when almost none of his blood is going to his brain.
Parker wins the next round and Hardison loses, and she says, "See, now you eat me out. Because you lost."
"I lost, so I get to eat you out?" asks Hardison. "Man, I am gonna lose every hand."
Parker smirks and spreads her legs, giving Eliot a really good view, Jesus, and then Hardison crawls over and gets on all four between her legs, which gives him a different but still really good view, and he grinds the palm of his hand down on his dick as Parker moans.
"He's surprisingly good at this," says Parker, to Eliot. "You should win and see what he can do to you."
"I have skills," says Hardison. Eliot can see his dick getting harder as Parker gets louder, can see Hardison's asshole right there, close enough to--
Parker lies back, puts one of her socked feet over Hardison's shoulder, and whimpers, and Eliot's so hard it's painful. He wishes he'd already lost his jeans. They aren't tight, but they're too-tight right now, and he's going crazy.
"I think Eliot wants to fuck you," says Parker.
"Yeah, well, he better have some lube, because there is no way you are doing that dry."
"There's some in my jeans," says Parker.
"Why do you have lube in your jeans?"
"In case I need to get into something tight."
"So come on and fuck me, Jesus," says Hardison. My ass is pretty much in your face, man, this is not subtle."
"Also, if you could get back to going down on me, that would be nice," says Parker.
Eliot crawls over and finds the lube in Parker's jeans. He's not really sure what's happening, but he's so turned on he doesn't really care. He just really wants to be in Hardison, like, now. Or a few minutes ago.
Hardison groans when Eliot brushes over his hole, and says, "Hey, man, take your time. It's been a while."
"You were the one being pushy," Eliot points out, but he goes in slow, still watching as Parker gasps and shakes as Hardison fucks her with his tongue. Hardison swears suddenly as Eliot hits something, and he smirks and strokes again, watching as Hardison thrusts uselessly against the air.
By the time he's got three fingers in, Parker is letting out an endless stream of filth, and Hardison is begging for it. He shoves down his jeans and boxers and pushes on a condom, slicking himself up before sinking slowly into Hardison. From this angle he can see Parker, flushed and panting, and Hardison still working her cunt, and it's a really, really great view.
Parker comes with an impressive scream, and comes down for a minute before turning herself around and propping herself up to suck Hardison's dick. It doesn't take long for Hardison to lose it, and the feel of him hot and tight and clenching all around Eliot's dick has him losing it too.
Eliot pulls out and kind of staggers back, and definitely gets a card stuck to his ass. Hardison flops down on his back, breathing hard.
"I like poker," Parker declares. "We should play again."
"Give me like ten minutes," says Hardison. "I do not have that kind of recovery time."
"Amateur," says Eliot.
"Oh yeah, like you're gonna get it up right now."
"I'll get something up for you," says Eliot, giving him the finger.
"Was that just in my ass?"
"Yeah."
"Huh," says Hardison. "Yeah, I'm pretty much ready for another hand."