Three in a Bed series
Title: Three in a Bed (Part 6C)
Rating: NC-17
Character(s): Allan, Will, Robin
Pairing(S): Allan/Will/Robin
Summary - An ambush of sorts leads to some, fun.
Warnings - M/M/M slash.
A/N - This OT3 was requested by a few folks for the 'Threes' series including joes_lashes. Final Part xx
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They were torturers, Will had decided.
Because really, only torturers would make him move into another position, when he was still hard and aching with need and not quite sure he could hold himself up with any real effort. And so soon after he'd last came in Allan's mouth. But they seemed to think that because he'd already been allowed release once already, he'd have to earn his second. Fucking torturers, and he gladly played into their plying hands, because it was impossible to resist them.
He tried to ignore Allan's smile as he forced himself to lean up a little and focus a glassy gaze on Robin, who was running his fingers softly up and down his shoulder blade, as if giving him a moment to regain his senses. Allan, despite having just fucked him thoroughly, seemed to have regained his senses and after a few moments of lazily lying with another smug grin on his face, was sitting up and pulling at him to sit back. It took him a few moments to cotton on but did so and Robin rolled onto his back, his hard, erect shaft glistening at attention, and causing both Will and Allan to catch their breath a moment.
Allan gave him a push to move him and Will's mind must have caught up somewhere, because he moved in the general direction and found himself straddling Robin. Fuck, he was already half zoned out from the blow job, never mind the fuck from Allan and now Robin was keen to get in the action, only it seemed they were going to make him work for it. Satisfied he'd done his part in re-positioning Will, Allan sank down to the bed again to enjoy the show. Robin carefully took one of Will's hands to help steady him as he grasped his own cock and grunted a hiss as Will slowly lowered himself onto it.
Will could feel Robin sliding in easily, Allan having already provided the preparation and the lubrication needed. Still he let out a whimpering moan as he felt himself being filled again, and Robin grabbed a thin hip and helped him out further by pulling him down quicker thrusting up at the same time and impaling him fully. His fingers laced into Robins tightly at the thrust as they both moaned from the heat and the burn and the fullness of sensations vibrating through them. There was a pause, as they both breathed, and Will could feel Robin's fingers slacken their grip of his hip. He found his eyes had screwed shut from the initial move and thrust and he slowly opened his eyes, peering down.
Robin looked as in control as ever, because the son of a bitch never seemed to lose that, ever, no matter how many ways he and Allan tried to make it drop. Always a cool head, aware of every action, in control of every movement. His eyes glanced at Allan, who was looking at him with a slightly agape mouth, almost drooling. Well at least the smug grin had disappeared, that was something worth tallying up.
“Will, are you going to fucking move or do I have to make you?” Robin said slowly in a smooth tone.
How the fuck did he make sentences whilst his cock was stuck up his arse, Will couldn't figure out. He didn't miss the implication of the half request, half threat either, Robin would make him and he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out or not. On that thought, he drew on the last of his seeping strength, and with the thoughts that he'd reap his own reward at the end of it, he started to move slowly.
Robin gave a hiss of approval at the movement, Will leaned forward a little, his hips lifting and falling slow and steady and he was rather pleased at himself for being able to find a steady rhythm. He could feel the slide of the throbbing hardness in and out of him as he moved, his own cock thrumming at the feel and the thought of it. Robin let go of his hand, which ended up embedded on the sheets by his shoulder as Will supported himself. He felt the rough feel of fingers running over his skin, up his back, along his spine, over his arms, sending trails of shivering fire around his body.
He caught Robin watching him, felt himself heating up under the gaze, Robin could always make him flush, from desire, from embarrassment of such a heated, intentional loving look being directed at him. He felt fingers running over his thighs, grasping a little tighter, urging him on to move faster, harder, Robin's eyes drinking in every reaction of him with greedy appreciation. He knew he was moaning, could feel the vibration of it in his chest, he was lost to it, couldn't control it, and damn if they hadn't been right. He would be hoarse by the end of this.
His body was shaking with need, trembling as he fucked himself on Robin, and he let out a sharp gasp of breath as he felt fingers finally wrapping around his leaking neglected cock. Robin's fingers clutched at his hips harder, keeping him steady as Allan started to pump his cock in the same rhythm. He had to close his eyes to them, lost to all the sensations suddenly starting to overwhelm, safe in the knowledge that they were both their to guide him. His free hand sought out Robin's shoulder, which he clung to like some sort of lifeline, feeling Robin start to move, thrusting up to meet him, cock brushing against that sweet spot inside which caused him to shiver in response.
He was glad of the hands holding him because he was starting to lose what little control he'd had hold of. They dug into his skin as if laying claim, more bruises to be kissed lovingly away, each given an apology, he was sure he'd have some to apologizing of his own, as his fingers clenched into Robin's skin. He felt the fingers tightening around his cock, couldn't cope with all of the built up tension. He could hear both of them murmuring, couldn't make out the words, his senses honing in on the one thing he wanted, needed, feeling it threatening to overwhelm him.
There was a final thrust, almost brutal in it's deliverance, fingers so tight around his cock, the sweet spot hit dead on with the spurt of Robin's seed and he saw stars, literally, a dimension of them all attacking his eyes, a white flash as he felt his cock spurt his own seed, urged on by the warm hand wrapped around it. His body suddenly felt sapped of energy and he sank down to the warm body under him breathless, not really caring about the warm sticky substance he felt now pressing against his stomach.
He was barely aware of it as Robin withdrew, merely shivering a little with a soft sigh, Robin rolling him off him carefully, gently, arms wrapped around him. He could hear them talking but he really didn't care for conversation, felt himself zoning out from everything. They'd tease him later for it, but at the moment he didn't give a fuck. Wanted to enjoy coming down from the incredible high he suddenly found himself on. He was vaguely aware of cloth wiping against him, and hands caressing, a mouth pressing against his neck gently which he figured was Robin because of the excess hair around the jaw.
Hands drew around him from behind, a forehead pressing to the middle of his shoulders. Definitely Allan, who for all his smugness and cocky attitude, he sure did like to snuggle up after some serious lovemaking. Or had it been a fuck-fest. Will didn't care, because with these two it was both, all of the time, serious fucking, serious love. And it was a most comforting thought to settle into. He managed to force his eyes open after a while, as he felt fingers sliding up and down his arm in a gentle caress.
“Ah, he lives.” Robin said playfully with a smile, as he lay on his side watching him.
“Yeah but I think my brain died from watching that.” Allan said from behind Will, he could feel the breath of his words warm against his spine. Ok, so the man was still a little smug, even when he snuggled. Will could live with that.
“Think I may have died and revived from all of that.” Will commented, finally finding the power of speech again.
“What a way to go, eh!” Allan sighed sleepily, his arm tightening just a little around Will's body as he spoke.
“Yeah, definitely.” Will agreed with a smile.
Robin smiled in agreement of his own before pressing a kiss to Will's lips and lying down properly, hand sliding down his body, coming to a rest on the curve of his hip.
“I think we'll have to show you our appreciation of you more often.” Robin commented after a pause.
“Gonna build you a thousand camps.” Will sighed, closing his eyes tiredly. He would too, if it meant being rewarded like this every time.
He drifted into sleep listening to the soft chuckle drifting over to him from Robin, and the close embrace of Allan, warm breath whispering over his skin.
~~ Fin~~
OMG, I finally finished it. These Boyos can finally be put to bed.
But I think perhaps they've become a OT3 for me, so I may wake them up another time for some more play.
Thanks to all who have read and commented on this 'Three in a Bed' fic, you are much appreciated by myself and the muses.