So, I wrote a thing. Also on AO3 member locked for easier viewing. *** It's not the first time he's been caught between them – Taliesin's mouth on his throat, Marisha's pressing tender kisses down his back as they're pinned in the narrow hallway. Matt moans low in his throat and closes his eyes, strong thick-fingered hands slide up his sides as his t-shirt is tugged up and over his head.
"Lovely..." Marisha breathes into his skin, making him flush even hotter. The extent to which she owns him knows no bounds; he would do anything for her. And she would do anything for him, which is how Taliesin became drawn in. At first it was just an experiment, and then a 'thing', and now...
Those same thick hands wrap cool leather around his neck and below the soft sighs of their breaths he hears the metal stay clear holes – one, two, three... and then his collar is ready. His two masters symbolically humbling him, as though he needs the collar to know his place. Taliesin's hands encircle his wrists, and then bind them with a short silk cord – he's at their mercy completely, and wouldn't have it any other way.
"Slow and tender?" Taliesin asks in a rumbling tone, "Or fast and hard?"
He'd love to take his time, but right now it's at a premium. Even as Marisha's fingers unhook his belt and push down jeans and boxers they all know it won't be the sensual marathon they crave, but a taste of what's to come down the road. "Hard..." he gasps, lashes fluttering against his cheeks when her fingers spread him open, a skilled thumb pressing down against his opening. "Please?"
The small bottle is warm, it's been in Taliesin's pocket all night – the rounded edges teasing Matt's imagination every time he shifted and broadcasted its presence. It's pressed into his thigh, and then handed off to Marisha so Taliesin can hold him by the hips, his grip tight enough to leave loving finger-bruises he'll feel for days.
Warm, slick, slender fingers tease over him – his senses keying in and waiting for that perfect moment. She won't use her fingers, the nails are too much, but the familiar bulbous tip of her travel-sized cock presses readily against his hole. It's small, slim, and leaves him aching for more when they're done... but it does the trick. His throat closes in a moan that's cut off with Taliesin's hot mouth on his, drawing out his breath as Marisha slides the slippery toy into him to the flat base. "Fuck..." he chokes out against Taliesin's lips, flushing even hotter than usual.
"That's the plan," he answers with a wicked grin, leaning in to nip at Matt's shoulder before sliding down the wall to take advantage of the situation.
Taliesin may be the one on his knees, but Matt knows his place – she is in control. They are in control. He is their toy. Matt moans low and loud, his breathing coming in ragged breaths as the fullness inside him begins to shift, slow at first but building up to the punishing pace they need to clear the area before they're caught. When Taliesin's lips brush tender kisses over the hard length of his cock, it's all Matt can do not to hammer the wall with his fists and howl in delight.
They take so much pleasure in unraveling him, in the pure and simple magic of making him come undone in a way that he can't do in front of just anyone. They take his guard away, until he finally leans his face against the wall and whimpers. Each hard thrust from Marisha's strong arm prods the toy against that tight little bundle that blinds him in the moment. When Taliesin's mouth draws on him, lapping fully up the shaft of his cock before taking him in all the way with a deep swallow, he reaches down with his bound hands and works his fingers in soft, familiar hair – all he dares to usher him on.
"Such a good boy..." Marisha coos into his shoulder, slamming him fast enough that she can barely keep her even breaths. Her face feels hot on his skin, flushed with arousal as she guides the cock hard and fast. "Come for Princess..."
It's Taliesin that moans, opening his mouth wide enough to draw cool air along Matt's cock before swallowing him again. He's close already, his body shaking as he leans even closer to the wall, trying as hard as he can not to rock his hips against the delicious wetness of his lover's mouth, and his girlfriend's toy. "C-close..." he breathes, all sureness gone from his usually calm voice. His fingers flex, pulling gently at Taliesin's hair as he tries to focus on the smoothness, the way it curls into his palm, anything but the fact that he's dancing along a precious edge of danger and desire.
Slowing her thrusts, drawing it out, Marisha twists the cock inside him. She presses small kisses across his back as Taliesin's short nails dig into his flesh. His body hitches, flushing hot down his chest and toward the pool of his pants around his ankles. Matt manages a strangled cry, biting back the urge to moan out loud again. "Shit..." he gasps, closing his eyes even tighter as Taliesin's mouth draws eagerly at him, milking his cock with single-minded desire. He can't hold back, even if he wants to.
It takes two more hard, deep thrusts to fully do him in, and every hard pulse of his seed is down Taliesin's throat. Then, it's done... and he's being unceremoniously dressed again – his pants drawn up from behind and fastened with hands that certainly couldn't have just been fucking him senseless. Taliesin kisses him again, tasting of copper and salt and adoration. For a moment, he forgets where they are or that there is urgency to be had as he's turned into Marisha's embrace. He kisses her as she unbinds his wrists, Taliesin's hands taking off his collar from behind.
Ruffled, flustered, and glowing, they make their way back from the break with knowing smiles that speak volumes of a story yet to be told.
"Five Minute Break" (M/M/T, Explicit)
***
It's not the first time he's been caught between them – Taliesin's mouth on his throat, Marisha's pressing tender kisses down his back as they're pinned in the narrow hallway. Matt moans low in his throat and closes his eyes, strong thick-fingered hands slide up his sides as his t-shirt is tugged up and over his head.
"Lovely..." Marisha breathes into his skin, making him flush even hotter. The extent to which she owns him knows no bounds; he would do anything for her. And she would do anything for him, which is how Taliesin became drawn in. At first it was just an experiment, and then a 'thing', and now...
Those same thick hands wrap cool leather around his neck and below the soft sighs of their breaths he hears the metal stay clear holes – one, two, three... and then his collar is ready. His two masters symbolically humbling him, as though he needs the collar to know his place. Taliesin's hands encircle his wrists, and then bind them with a short silk cord – he's at their mercy completely, and wouldn't have it any other way.
"Slow and tender?" Taliesin asks in a rumbling tone, "Or fast and hard?"
He'd love to take his time, but right now it's at a premium. Even as Marisha's fingers unhook his belt and push down jeans and boxers they all know it won't be the sensual marathon they crave, but a taste of what's to come down the road. "Hard..." he gasps, lashes fluttering against his cheeks when her fingers spread him open, a skilled thumb pressing down against his opening. "Please?"
The small bottle is warm, it's been in Taliesin's pocket all night – the rounded edges teasing Matt's imagination every time he shifted and broadcasted its presence. It's pressed into his thigh, and then handed off to Marisha so Taliesin can hold him by the hips, his grip tight enough to leave loving finger-bruises he'll feel for days.
Warm, slick, slender fingers tease over him – his senses keying in and waiting for that perfect moment. She won't use her fingers, the nails are too much, but the familiar bulbous tip of her travel-sized cock presses readily against his hole. It's small, slim, and leaves him aching for more when they're done... but it does the trick. His throat closes in a moan that's cut off with Taliesin's hot mouth on his, drawing out his breath as Marisha slides the slippery toy into him to the flat base. "Fuck..." he chokes out against Taliesin's lips, flushing even hotter than usual.
"That's the plan," he answers with a wicked grin, leaning in to nip at Matt's shoulder before sliding down the wall to take advantage of the situation.
Taliesin may be the one on his knees, but Matt knows his place – she is in control. They are in control. He is their toy. Matt moans low and loud, his breathing coming in ragged breaths as the fullness inside him begins to shift, slow at first but building up to the punishing pace they need to clear the area before they're caught. When Taliesin's lips brush tender kisses over the hard length of his cock, it's all Matt can do not to hammer the wall with his fists and howl in delight.
They take so much pleasure in unraveling him, in the pure and simple magic of making him come undone in a way that he can't do in front of just anyone. They take his guard away, until he finally leans his face against the wall and whimpers. Each hard thrust from Marisha's strong arm prods the toy against that tight little bundle that blinds him in the moment. When Taliesin's mouth draws on him, lapping fully up the shaft of his cock before taking him in all the way with a deep swallow, he reaches down with his bound hands and works his fingers in soft, familiar hair – all he dares to usher him on.
"Such a good boy..." Marisha coos into his shoulder, slamming him fast enough that she can barely keep her even breaths. Her face feels hot on his skin, flushed with arousal as she guides the cock hard and fast. "Come for Princess..."
It's Taliesin that moans, opening his mouth wide enough to draw cool air along Matt's cock before swallowing him again. He's close already, his body shaking as he leans even closer to the wall, trying as hard as he can not to rock his hips against the delicious wetness of his lover's mouth, and his girlfriend's toy. "C-close..." he breathes, all sureness gone from his usually calm voice. His fingers flex, pulling gently at Taliesin's hair as he tries to focus on the smoothness, the way it curls into his palm, anything but the fact that he's dancing along a precious edge of danger and desire.
Slowing her thrusts, drawing it out, Marisha twists the cock inside him. She presses small kisses across his back as Taliesin's short nails dig into his flesh. His body hitches, flushing hot down his chest and toward the pool of his pants around his ankles. Matt manages a strangled cry, biting back the urge to moan out loud again. "Shit..." he gasps, closing his eyes even tighter as Taliesin's mouth draws eagerly at him, milking his cock with single-minded desire. He can't hold back, even if he wants to.
It takes two more hard, deep thrusts to fully do him in, and every hard pulse of his seed is down Taliesin's throat. Then, it's done... and he's being unceremoniously dressed again – his pants drawn up from behind and fastened with hands that certainly couldn't have just been fucking him senseless. Taliesin kisses him again, tasting of copper and salt and adoration. For a moment, he forgets where they are or that there is urgency to be had as he's turned into Marisha's embrace. He kisses her as she unbinds his wrists, Taliesin's hands taking off his collar from behind.
Ruffled, flustered, and glowing, they make their way back from the break with knowing smiles that speak volumes of a story yet to be told.