Threesome -- Marc/Devon/Bobby
Title: Threesome
Pairing: Marc Burch/Devon McTavish/Bobby Boswell
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real in the slightest. I don't know anyone, and this is all fiction. (Devon, Marc, and Bobby all play for DC United. That's all.)
Author's Notes: For parka_girl, since she actually likes DC United. A little bit of plot, but mostly it's just porn. 2,867 words of it. Set in March 2008.
as you open your mouth under Devon's.'>
Bobby makes the dumbest things seem like good ideas. Like you and Rod dressing up like him, matching white jackets and shirts, and all three of you going out, getting drunker than you've been since college, and stumbling back to Bobby's, where you drank even more and Rod passed out in your lap. That was just stupid, but Bobby makes even really bad ideas sounds like good ones. Like getting drunk on cheap beer (still all you can afford) the night before you fly to Guadalajara. Like sleeping with him. After college, you'd promised yourself that you'd learned that lesson, but Bobby makes you forget. At least you're not dating him, you think; you just hang out and sometimes you fuck.
You kind of can't say no to him anymore, even when you should. Especially when you should. But he just looks at you, reaching out and touching your hand, your waist, your thigh, until you give in and do what he wants. Last time it was fucking him on the couch while Rod was asleep on the floor. You pressed your hand against his mouth to try to keep him quiet; it didn't work, and he bit you hard as he came. (You still don't know how Rod slept through that.)
This time, though -- this time is different. Rod's out of town or something, so it's just you and Bobby and Devon going out for Bobby's birthday this year. (Bobby always asks Ben, but you're pretty sure that's never going to happen.) You're a little surprised to see Devon there when you show up, but you go with it; he never comes out with you all, but you like him, and you know he and Bobby hook up occasionally, too, so whatever. You all go out, and it's good, even fun -- Devon doesn't talk half as much as Rod, and it's kind of nice once you get used to it.
It's not until you get back to Bobby's that things get weird. You're all sprawled on his couch, shoes off, mostly drunk and half-watching an old Entourage. You're next to Bobby, and you turn to him as the credits roll. What do you want for your birthday?, you ask, expecting him to say something stupid about a pony or his blog or whatever. But you forgot it's Bobby and he never does what you expect.
"I want you and Devon to kiss."
You just stare, carefully not looking at Devon. "What?"
"I want you and Devon to kiss. And let me watch."
You almost leave then, but it's Bobby, and he seems to be serious for once, so you just keep staring at him, waiting for him to say something else. To laugh or change his mind, or something. You glance quickly at Devon, over Bobby's shoulder, but you can't read his face. He's not saying anything, either, and for a brief second you wonder if they planned this.
"Please, Marc?" Bobby looks back at you, reaching his hand out to your leg and stroking it lightly. It's the same thing he always pulls, and you sort of hate that it's working, even when he's asking something as crazy as this. He bites his lip, leaning in and kissing you softly, and you close your eyes and know you're going to do what he wants. Again. He pulls back and runs his hand down your jaw. "Please."
You sigh a little and you can't believe he's gotten to you again, but you say If Devon's okay with it, then okay. You both look at Devon; he still hasn't said a word through this whole thing, and you're not sure what you want him to say now. He hesitates for a second, and then barely nods, his voice soft. Okay.
Bobby grins then, moving so you're sitting next to Devon now. This is the fucking weirdest thing you've ever done, but you turn so you're facing Devon, closing your eyes and leaning in to kiss him, just barely brushing your lips against his. Devon moves a little closer, pressing his mouth to yours, harder than you expected, and you can hear Bobby muttering Fuck, that's hot as you open your mouth under Devon's. He's pressing you back against the arm of the couch and you slide an arm around him, pulling him closer as he sucks hard at your lower lip. He tastes like cigarettes and that weird import beer he drinks. You're starting to get used to the taste, almost enjoying it, but then Devon pulls away, flushed and he looks at Bobby.
"Like that?" Devon can't stop himself from smiling, and you look over at Bobby, too. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated, and you're sure he's excited already.
"Just like that. Don't ... don't stop." Bobby's voice is a little strained, but you can tell that it's in a good way. "Devon, get on top of him."
You both smile at that, and Devon does what Bobby says, pushing you back until you're laying on the couch, Devon's legs on either side of you and his mouth on your neck. You moan a little before you can stop yourself, and you hear Bobby make the same noise. You tip Devon's head up, pressing a hand to the back of his neck and kissing him hard, sliding your tongue into his mouth and you're enjoying this more than you thought you would. Devon kisses you back, pressing his hips against yours and you can tell that he's hard. You put a hand up to Devon's chest, unbuttoning his shirt and running your thumb over his nipple, and he gasps into your mouth. You're hard by now, too, and you arch up against Devon, almost grinding against him. You can feel Bobby's eyes on you and somehow it makes it even hotter. Devon reaches down between you, pressing his hand to your cock as he bites your jaw. You tip your head back, groaning.
You must have closed your eyes, too, because when you look up again, Bobby's standing over you, looking almost jealous. He doesn't say anything, though, just kneels on the floor next to the couch. He leans in and kisses Devon's neck, biting at it until Devon stops and turns to kiss him hard. You move your hips against Devon's, watching them, and you're a little jealous, but a lot more turned on.
You sit up again, kissing Devon quickly and pushing him off you, just enough so you can move down on the floor, next to Bobby. Devon figures out what you're doing and follows you, kissing Bobby again as you unbutton his shirt and lean down to bite at his chest like you know he likes, making him groan loudly into Devon's mouth. He pulls back, breaking the kiss, and looks at both of you. You think this is maybe the first time you've seen Bobby speechless.
"God. I. Fuck, I want both of you." Bobby's breathing is ragged and his cheeks are flushed, and it's basically the hottest thing you've ever seen. You can't help grinning as you straighten back up, kissing Devon and then Bobby.
"I think we can do that," you hear Devon say as you kiss Bobby harder, taking his shirt all the way off and pushing him down until he's on his back on the floor. Devon follows your lead, kissing Bobby roughly and biting his mouth as you move down Bobby's chest, nipping at his stomach as you undo his pants and pull off his boxers. You drag your tongue lightly over Bobby's cock and you hear him gasp again and draw a shuddering breath. This is it, you think, and you pull Devon up to face you and kiss him again, the two of you meeting over Bobby. He reaches out for you both, pulling at your jeans and making low noises in his throat as he watches you.
You push Devon's shirt off, running your fingers over his chest again, as he reaches down to your waistband, pressing his hand against your cock as he undoes your jeans. You lean forward, pressing against his hand and pushing down your jeans and shorts, almost falling onto Bobby as you take them off. Bobby reaches his hand out again, stroking your hip and pulling you a little closer. You shift so you're straddling him and lean down to kiss him again. He rests his hands on your hips and pulls you down to him, arching up to meet you. You sit up again, kissing Devon and helping him take off the rest of his clothes, or as much as you can while Bobby's grinding against you and you're half-moaning.
Devon finally gets his clothes off, though, and Bobby sits up to kiss him too, all three of you meeting in a tangle of mouths and hands. You close your eyes, kissing Bobby's face as someone runs his hands over your back. You're not sure who's touching you anymore, or who you're touching, but it doesn't really matter, since you want them both. You pull Bobby to you again, twisting your hand around his cock and you ask him again. "What do you want?"
He's breathing hard, arching against your hand and he can barely get the words out this time. "Fuck me."
You grin again and kiss him hard, looking over his shoulder at Devon. Devon nods a little, and you nudge Bobby's legs apart, pulling back to watch the look on his face as Devon presses his fingers against Bobby, slowly sliding one inside him. You grab the lube you know Bobby keeps in the end table, squeezing a little onto your hands and passing the tube to Devon. You stroke your own cock and kiss Bobby hard; he's whining softly as Devon moves his fingers, saying nothing you can understand and you've got to fuck him soon or you'll come from just watching them. You pull at Bobby's cock and lean down to bite his nipple again, loving the sounds he's making as you and Devon touch him together. He moans again as you pull away, stroking his chest and he looks at you, eyes dark.
"Now?"
His voice is ragged as he answers you. "Please, Marc."
You kiss Devon over Bobby's shoulder, awkwardly reaching around them both to touch him and then moving back to sit on the edge of the couch. You pull Bobby up to you, and he starts to get on your lap, but you turn him to face away from you, pressing your hand to his ass and lowering him down slowly onto your cock. He leans forward, spreading his legs and sort of wrapping them around yours, groaning a little as he settles on your cock. You hold him on you, digging your nails into his hips and scratching a little, thrusting slowly as he leans back against you, head tipped back onto your shoulder and eyes closed. You bite at his neck, his shoulder, snaking a hand up to his chest and holding him close to you as he moans.
Devon's still on the floor, watching you fuck Bobby. You can't read his expression, and you half-wonder if he's going to leave when he gets up on his knees. He doesn't, though; he leans forward and takes Bobby's cock into his mouth, sucking at the tip and wrapping his hand around it. Bobby whimpers again, clenching around your cock and Devon almost smiles. You watch him as you fuck Bobby, thrusting into him, and Devon matches his motions to yours, slowing when you do, trying to make this last longer. You can feel Bobby shuddering, though, his hands grasping at the couch, and you know he's close.
He tips his head forward, his mouth open, moving his hips on you and thrusting into Devon's mouth. He clenches on you as you bite at the back of his neck, thrusting harder, and you want this to last, but you want to see him come, too. Devon looks up at you as you speed up and Bobby reaches a hand to your face, turning his head to kiss you awkwardly and breaking away to groan and mutter something that could be either one of your names. Devon sucks harder, opening his mouth on Bobby as far as he can. You thrust into Bobby and drag your nails over his chest, and he shakes and moans and clenches one last time as he comes hard into Devon's mouth.
Devon swallows and sits up again, kissing Bobby as he slows. You're close now, too, and you thrust harder into him, watching him shudder and still. Devon kisses him almost roughly, and you watch Devon and fuck Bobby and it's too much. You arch up into Bobby, coming hard and groaning and you lean forward to press your mouth against his shoulder, half-biting him. He turns to kiss you again, tugging softly at your lower lip with his teeth, and you almost cling to him like you've never done before. He moves off of you, slowly, collapsing next to you on the couch and kissing you hard as Devon sits up and touches you both. You kiss Devon now, pulling him a little closer and threading your fingers through his hair, and you can taste the traces of Bobby on his lips and tongue.
Bobby's still breathing hard, and he pulls back a little to watch you and Devon. Devon gets back on the couch, sort of between you and Bobby, and you can feel that he's still hard. You reach down and brush your hand against him; he moves closer, pressing himself against you, and you touch him again as he kisses your neck, sucking and you're sure he's going to leave a mark. You wrap your hand around Devon's cock, pulling at him until Bobby makes a noise and you both look at him. You feel a little guilty for some reason and you think Bobby's going to tell you to stop. You should have remembered, though. It's Bobby.
"Marc. I want to watch you suck Devon's cock."
You don't think you heard him right, but Devon kisses you hard, whispering as he pulls back, Will you? It's the first time he's said anything to you through this whole weird thing, and all you can do is nod your head. You think right now you'd do anything either of them wanted you to, so you slide down off the couch, pushing Devon's legs apart and getting on your knees in front of him. It's been a long time since you did this for anyone but Bobby, and it makes you a little nervous. You sit up and lean forward over Devon, barely brushing your lips over the tip of his cock and pressing your hands to either side of him. He gasps a little, and you can feel him and Bobby both watching you and you want to do it right, as stupid as that sounds. Someone presses a hand to the back of your neck, you can't see who, and you suck harder and feel Devon's cock twitch in your mouth.
Devon arches up and twists his hands in your hair and you open your mouth on him, sliding down his cock and you almost smile as you hear him groan above you. He pulls a little at your hair, like Bobby does when he's close, so you dig your nails into his thighs and suck harder, running your tongue over the tip of his cock. You can tell he's close as he starts to shudder under you, and you wrap a hand around the base of his cock and lick at it slowly, teasing him a little and looking up at him and Bobby. Devon's eyes are closed tight, his head tipped back and his hand pulling at your hair. Bobby's watching you, eyes still dark, and you look at him as you move back down on Devon's cock, hard and fast until he's coming, thrusting into your mouth and groaning again. You scratch a little at his thighs, pulling back and swallowing as he slows.
You climb up onto the couch, next to Devon, and you kind of enjoy how hard he's breathing. Bobby leans over him and kisses you hard, sliding his tongue into your mouth and biting your lips. He pulls away and looks at you again, and you smile, almost smirk. "You think he liked that?"
Bobby grins. "Almost as much as I liked you fucking me." He kisses you again, and you pull back and look at Devon. "Is he always like this after he comes?"
"Yeah. He'll probably fall asleep."
You smile and kiss Bobby again, dragging your fingers over Devon's chest until he opens his eyes slowly. "'m not asleep."
Bobby kisses him and then you, and it's oddly sweet. You close your eyes and sprawl over Devon, reaching out to touch Bobby and getting comfortable as you close your eyes. It'll be weird as hell in the morning, you think, but Bobby stretches out and rests an arm over you, and right now, you don't really care.
Pairing: Marc Burch/Devon McTavish/Bobby Boswell
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real in the slightest. I don't know anyone, and this is all fiction. (Devon, Marc, and Bobby all play for DC United. That's all.)
Author's Notes: For parka_girl, since she actually likes DC United. A little bit of plot, but mostly it's just porn. 2,867 words of it. Set in March 2008.
as you open your mouth under Devon's.'>
Bobby makes the dumbest things seem like good ideas. Like you and Rod dressing up like him, matching white jackets and shirts, and all three of you going out, getting drunker than you've been since college, and stumbling back to Bobby's, where you drank even more and Rod passed out in your lap. That was just stupid, but Bobby makes even really bad ideas sounds like good ones. Like getting drunk on cheap beer (still all you can afford) the night before you fly to Guadalajara. Like sleeping with him. After college, you'd promised yourself that you'd learned that lesson, but Bobby makes you forget. At least you're not dating him, you think; you just hang out and sometimes you fuck.
You kind of can't say no to him anymore, even when you should. Especially when you should. But he just looks at you, reaching out and touching your hand, your waist, your thigh, until you give in and do what he wants. Last time it was fucking him on the couch while Rod was asleep on the floor. You pressed your hand against his mouth to try to keep him quiet; it didn't work, and he bit you hard as he came. (You still don't know how Rod slept through that.)
This time, though -- this time is different. Rod's out of town or something, so it's just you and Bobby and Devon going out for Bobby's birthday this year. (Bobby always asks Ben, but you're pretty sure that's never going to happen.) You're a little surprised to see Devon there when you show up, but you go with it; he never comes out with you all, but you like him, and you know he and Bobby hook up occasionally, too, so whatever. You all go out, and it's good, even fun -- Devon doesn't talk half as much as Rod, and it's kind of nice once you get used to it.
It's not until you get back to Bobby's that things get weird. You're all sprawled on his couch, shoes off, mostly drunk and half-watching an old Entourage. You're next to Bobby, and you turn to him as the credits roll. What do you want for your birthday?, you ask, expecting him to say something stupid about a pony or his blog or whatever. But you forgot it's Bobby and he never does what you expect.
"I want you and Devon to kiss."
You just stare, carefully not looking at Devon. "What?"
"I want you and Devon to kiss. And let me watch."
You almost leave then, but it's Bobby, and he seems to be serious for once, so you just keep staring at him, waiting for him to say something else. To laugh or change his mind, or something. You glance quickly at Devon, over Bobby's shoulder, but you can't read his face. He's not saying anything, either, and for a brief second you wonder if they planned this.
"Please, Marc?" Bobby looks back at you, reaching his hand out to your leg and stroking it lightly. It's the same thing he always pulls, and you sort of hate that it's working, even when he's asking something as crazy as this. He bites his lip, leaning in and kissing you softly, and you close your eyes and know you're going to do what he wants. Again. He pulls back and runs his hand down your jaw. "Please."
You sigh a little and you can't believe he's gotten to you again, but you say If Devon's okay with it, then okay. You both look at Devon; he still hasn't said a word through this whole thing, and you're not sure what you want him to say now. He hesitates for a second, and then barely nods, his voice soft. Okay.
Bobby grins then, moving so you're sitting next to Devon now. This is the fucking weirdest thing you've ever done, but you turn so you're facing Devon, closing your eyes and leaning in to kiss him, just barely brushing your lips against his. Devon moves a little closer, pressing his mouth to yours, harder than you expected, and you can hear Bobby muttering Fuck, that's hot as you open your mouth under Devon's. He's pressing you back against the arm of the couch and you slide an arm around him, pulling him closer as he sucks hard at your lower lip. He tastes like cigarettes and that weird import beer he drinks. You're starting to get used to the taste, almost enjoying it, but then Devon pulls away, flushed and he looks at Bobby.
"Like that?" Devon can't stop himself from smiling, and you look over at Bobby, too. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated, and you're sure he's excited already.
"Just like that. Don't ... don't stop." Bobby's voice is a little strained, but you can tell that it's in a good way. "Devon, get on top of him."
You both smile at that, and Devon does what Bobby says, pushing you back until you're laying on the couch, Devon's legs on either side of you and his mouth on your neck. You moan a little before you can stop yourself, and you hear Bobby make the same noise. You tip Devon's head up, pressing a hand to the back of his neck and kissing him hard, sliding your tongue into his mouth and you're enjoying this more than you thought you would. Devon kisses you back, pressing his hips against yours and you can tell that he's hard. You put a hand up to Devon's chest, unbuttoning his shirt and running your thumb over his nipple, and he gasps into your mouth. You're hard by now, too, and you arch up against Devon, almost grinding against him. You can feel Bobby's eyes on you and somehow it makes it even hotter. Devon reaches down between you, pressing his hand to your cock as he bites your jaw. You tip your head back, groaning.
You must have closed your eyes, too, because when you look up again, Bobby's standing over you, looking almost jealous. He doesn't say anything, though, just kneels on the floor next to the couch. He leans in and kisses Devon's neck, biting at it until Devon stops and turns to kiss him hard. You move your hips against Devon's, watching them, and you're a little jealous, but a lot more turned on.
You sit up again, kissing Devon quickly and pushing him off you, just enough so you can move down on the floor, next to Bobby. Devon figures out what you're doing and follows you, kissing Bobby again as you unbutton his shirt and lean down to bite at his chest like you know he likes, making him groan loudly into Devon's mouth. He pulls back, breaking the kiss, and looks at both of you. You think this is maybe the first time you've seen Bobby speechless.
"God. I. Fuck, I want both of you." Bobby's breathing is ragged and his cheeks are flushed, and it's basically the hottest thing you've ever seen. You can't help grinning as you straighten back up, kissing Devon and then Bobby.
"I think we can do that," you hear Devon say as you kiss Bobby harder, taking his shirt all the way off and pushing him down until he's on his back on the floor. Devon follows your lead, kissing Bobby roughly and biting his mouth as you move down Bobby's chest, nipping at his stomach as you undo his pants and pull off his boxers. You drag your tongue lightly over Bobby's cock and you hear him gasp again and draw a shuddering breath. This is it, you think, and you pull Devon up to face you and kiss him again, the two of you meeting over Bobby. He reaches out for you both, pulling at your jeans and making low noises in his throat as he watches you.
You push Devon's shirt off, running your fingers over his chest again, as he reaches down to your waistband, pressing his hand against your cock as he undoes your jeans. You lean forward, pressing against his hand and pushing down your jeans and shorts, almost falling onto Bobby as you take them off. Bobby reaches his hand out again, stroking your hip and pulling you a little closer. You shift so you're straddling him and lean down to kiss him again. He rests his hands on your hips and pulls you down to him, arching up to meet you. You sit up again, kissing Devon and helping him take off the rest of his clothes, or as much as you can while Bobby's grinding against you and you're half-moaning.
Devon finally gets his clothes off, though, and Bobby sits up to kiss him too, all three of you meeting in a tangle of mouths and hands. You close your eyes, kissing Bobby's face as someone runs his hands over your back. You're not sure who's touching you anymore, or who you're touching, but it doesn't really matter, since you want them both. You pull Bobby to you again, twisting your hand around his cock and you ask him again. "What do you want?"
He's breathing hard, arching against your hand and he can barely get the words out this time. "Fuck me."
You grin again and kiss him hard, looking over his shoulder at Devon. Devon nods a little, and you nudge Bobby's legs apart, pulling back to watch the look on his face as Devon presses his fingers against Bobby, slowly sliding one inside him. You grab the lube you know Bobby keeps in the end table, squeezing a little onto your hands and passing the tube to Devon. You stroke your own cock and kiss Bobby hard; he's whining softly as Devon moves his fingers, saying nothing you can understand and you've got to fuck him soon or you'll come from just watching them. You pull at Bobby's cock and lean down to bite his nipple again, loving the sounds he's making as you and Devon touch him together. He moans again as you pull away, stroking his chest and he looks at you, eyes dark.
"Now?"
His voice is ragged as he answers you. "Please, Marc."
You kiss Devon over Bobby's shoulder, awkwardly reaching around them both to touch him and then moving back to sit on the edge of the couch. You pull Bobby up to you, and he starts to get on your lap, but you turn him to face away from you, pressing your hand to his ass and lowering him down slowly onto your cock. He leans forward, spreading his legs and sort of wrapping them around yours, groaning a little as he settles on your cock. You hold him on you, digging your nails into his hips and scratching a little, thrusting slowly as he leans back against you, head tipped back onto your shoulder and eyes closed. You bite at his neck, his shoulder, snaking a hand up to his chest and holding him close to you as he moans.
Devon's still on the floor, watching you fuck Bobby. You can't read his expression, and you half-wonder if he's going to leave when he gets up on his knees. He doesn't, though; he leans forward and takes Bobby's cock into his mouth, sucking at the tip and wrapping his hand around it. Bobby whimpers again, clenching around your cock and Devon almost smiles. You watch him as you fuck Bobby, thrusting into him, and Devon matches his motions to yours, slowing when you do, trying to make this last longer. You can feel Bobby shuddering, though, his hands grasping at the couch, and you know he's close.
He tips his head forward, his mouth open, moving his hips on you and thrusting into Devon's mouth. He clenches on you as you bite at the back of his neck, thrusting harder, and you want this to last, but you want to see him come, too. Devon looks up at you as you speed up and Bobby reaches a hand to your face, turning his head to kiss you awkwardly and breaking away to groan and mutter something that could be either one of your names. Devon sucks harder, opening his mouth on Bobby as far as he can. You thrust into Bobby and drag your nails over his chest, and he shakes and moans and clenches one last time as he comes hard into Devon's mouth.
Devon swallows and sits up again, kissing Bobby as he slows. You're close now, too, and you thrust harder into him, watching him shudder and still. Devon kisses him almost roughly, and you watch Devon and fuck Bobby and it's too much. You arch up into Bobby, coming hard and groaning and you lean forward to press your mouth against his shoulder, half-biting him. He turns to kiss you again, tugging softly at your lower lip with his teeth, and you almost cling to him like you've never done before. He moves off of you, slowly, collapsing next to you on the couch and kissing you hard as Devon sits up and touches you both. You kiss Devon now, pulling him a little closer and threading your fingers through his hair, and you can taste the traces of Bobby on his lips and tongue.
Bobby's still breathing hard, and he pulls back a little to watch you and Devon. Devon gets back on the couch, sort of between you and Bobby, and you can feel that he's still hard. You reach down and brush your hand against him; he moves closer, pressing himself against you, and you touch him again as he kisses your neck, sucking and you're sure he's going to leave a mark. You wrap your hand around Devon's cock, pulling at him until Bobby makes a noise and you both look at him. You feel a little guilty for some reason and you think Bobby's going to tell you to stop. You should have remembered, though. It's Bobby.
"Marc. I want to watch you suck Devon's cock."
You don't think you heard him right, but Devon kisses you hard, whispering as he pulls back, Will you? It's the first time he's said anything to you through this whole weird thing, and all you can do is nod your head. You think right now you'd do anything either of them wanted you to, so you slide down off the couch, pushing Devon's legs apart and getting on your knees in front of him. It's been a long time since you did this for anyone but Bobby, and it makes you a little nervous. You sit up and lean forward over Devon, barely brushing your lips over the tip of his cock and pressing your hands to either side of him. He gasps a little, and you can feel him and Bobby both watching you and you want to do it right, as stupid as that sounds. Someone presses a hand to the back of your neck, you can't see who, and you suck harder and feel Devon's cock twitch in your mouth.
Devon arches up and twists his hands in your hair and you open your mouth on him, sliding down his cock and you almost smile as you hear him groan above you. He pulls a little at your hair, like Bobby does when he's close, so you dig your nails into his thighs and suck harder, running your tongue over the tip of his cock. You can tell he's close as he starts to shudder under you, and you wrap a hand around the base of his cock and lick at it slowly, teasing him a little and looking up at him and Bobby. Devon's eyes are closed tight, his head tipped back and his hand pulling at your hair. Bobby's watching you, eyes still dark, and you look at him as you move back down on Devon's cock, hard and fast until he's coming, thrusting into your mouth and groaning again. You scratch a little at his thighs, pulling back and swallowing as he slows.
You climb up onto the couch, next to Devon, and you kind of enjoy how hard he's breathing. Bobby leans over him and kisses you hard, sliding his tongue into your mouth and biting your lips. He pulls away and looks at you again, and you smile, almost smirk. "You think he liked that?"
Bobby grins. "Almost as much as I liked you fucking me." He kisses you again, and you pull back and look at Devon. "Is he always like this after he comes?"
"Yeah. He'll probably fall asleep."
You smile and kiss Bobby again, dragging your fingers over Devon's chest until he opens his eyes slowly. "'m not asleep."
Bobby kisses him and then you, and it's oddly sweet. You close your eyes and sprawl over Devon, reaching out to touch Bobby and getting comfortable as you close your eyes. It'll be weird as hell in the morning, you think, but Bobby stretches out and rests an arm over you, and right now, you don't really care.