White hot lightning struck his dick. When his mouth remained open for too long, Tank pushed the tip of his cockhead into it, rubbing the pre-cum off on Clover’s tongue.
“I think our boy likes this idea. I’ve seen him take a cock and a finger from Pyro without complaint. Just imagine us both drowning his hole in cum.”
Clover mewled, rocked his hips back and sucked on Tank’s throbbing cock, high on its taste. Sometimes he’d even forget he was restrained and tried to pull with no effect. Tank knew how to push all his buttons with the dirty talk, but when Drake pulled his fingers out, Clover squirmed in the hold to look back at him.
The smooth cockhead lapped at Clover’s hole, all slick and dripping with lube. Was Drake so careful because he knew well what it was like to bottom for people who weren’t gentle? Clover didn’t dare ask, but he’d give Drake enthusiasm and encouragement, if that was what he needed to enjoy this.
“Yes, please, fill me,” he whispered. “I want you.”
Drake’s hand moved up his back, warm and possessive, but when the slick cock breached the stretched hole, Clover’s loud, powerful moan vibrated around Tank’s dick.
“Of course you do, boy. You’re insatiable,” Drake uttered as his cock sank in with no hindrance. It filled Clover’s ass so perfectly its presence made him relax for a couple of seconds, dispersing the emptiness inside him without pushing too much. Tank gave Clover some slack to enjoy the penetration, but by the time Drake’s groin pressed against Clover’s buttocks, the huge cock started plunging in and out of his relaxed throat again.
Drake kicked Clover’s knees open wider, like a reminder just how helpless he was with the restraints on his wrists and ankles. He was their twinky fantasy, and they were his—tough guys who could manhandle him however they wanted, but who also proved every day that he was worth his weight in gold to them. They gave him all the love and safety he could ever need.
Drake hadn’t uttered a word since he’d started fucking Clover, but the connection between them was so obvious speaking seemed unnecessary anyway. He held Clover close as his cock pistoned in and out, lips against Clover’s neck, thighs against thighs.
Drake was the master of mixed signals. With one hand he stroked Clover’s belly, with the other he twisted his nipple. One moment he bit Clover’s ear, another he kissed it better, tickling Clover with his slick hair.
Clover was on the verge of crying from the intense emotions exploding all over his heart.
That cock felt so good inside him he felt genuinely bad about having missed its girth for the past few weeks. But he was a good boy and wanted to give his partners the same attention, so he hummed around Tank’s cock and played it with his tongue until it slid out, leaving his damp face to fall into the sheets under Drake’s weight.
Tank let out a raspy laugh and got to his knees. “You’ve had your fun, Drake. My turn.”
Drake groaned and grabbed Clover’s hips, briefly fucking him harder, but he soon yanked his cock out. Clover half-expected for Tank to take Drake’s place, but instead he dragged him into his lap and spun him around, so Tank’s chest pressed to Clover’s back.
The restraints left very little room for movement, which stranded him at the mercy of those big, capable hands. Clover took a deep breath, exposed for Drake’s viewing pleasure. With his stomach and chest vulnerable, he was a mouse teased by two cats, and he couldn’t help loving it. When Tank squeezed his throat with one hand and his cock with the other, pleasure seemed only a breath away.
A satisfied groan rumbled in Tank’s chest as the thick arms hugged him. “Pretty view, isn’t it?” he asked Drake, who exhaled with his eyes trained on Clover’s ass, his usually pale skin tinted by a dark flush. “Gimme a hand. Mine are too busy.”
When Tank arched his hips, his saliva-slickened cock pushed between Clover’s buttocks, resting against the waiting hole. He ran his fingers up and down Clover’s chest until one went all the way up to grab his neck while the other wrapped around his cock.
Clover spaced out when a hot, damp tongue trailed along the side of his face, but when Drake pressed his fingers to Clover’s buttocks and spread them for Tank, Clover was back in his body, aware of every single thing touching him. He couldn’t see with his head pulled back to rest on Tank’s shoulder, but when knuckles rolled against his taint one by one, he imagined Drake grabbing Tank’s cock and aligning it with Clover’s hole so that Tank could push in with a thrust.
When the wide head kissed his opening, Clover was left without words, a mumbling, writhing mess of flesh flooded with so much erotic stimuli he’d have come if Tank wasn’t holding the base of his dick so tightly.