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Scar was in a staring contest with the potion bottles on his bedside cart. He was also losing, but that was hardly his fault. He was good! Low pain, feeling strong. He was going on a date with his boyfriends.
No, this fight was with his brain instead of his body. Mumbo had set up something romantic, and until Scar’s new med regime was settled and better understood, he wasn’t allowed to take “potion of make your dick hard”, as Grian had helpfully named it.
It would have been nice, he would admit to himself, to have a body that worked better. That wasn’t on the table, but the grief of it demanded to be felt in moments like this. He was better than he used to be at feeling it without sinking in.
He was also better at not facing it alone.
He messaged his boyfriends, can you come to mine before date time?
Doing anything now? Mumbo asked, almost instantly. Because I am dumbfounded with the state of my redstone and could use a break .
Come on over , Scar replied.
Grian actually beat Mumbo, coming through the window, wings a huge advantage, not to mention Mumbo was probably caught deep in something. Grian all but tackled him, sitting himself firmly in Scar’s lap.
“Hi,” Grian said, after pressing a quick kiss on his lips.
“Hello yourself,” Scar answered.
Mumbo was stuck coming through the front door. He took this in good humour, and called out, “Anyone home?”
“Up here,” Grian called.
Mumbo had a good amount of redstone dust on his jacket, where he had obviously brushed his hands off. He even had some in his hair, from running his hands through it. Mumbo kissed Scar first, then Grian, who was pouting but turned into a giggle.
“You alright, love?” Mumbo asked. Which. Hm.
“I’m fine,” Scar started. “We had to change up one of my meds though. And uh. It means little Scar is stuck little for the foreseeable future.”
“No more potion of make your dick hard?” Grian asked.
“Not until my first blood test. In a month.” Scar tried not to sound too upset about his dick. But it was hard. Except that was the problem.
“That’s pants,” Mumbo said, which did make him smile.
“I mean. We don’t have to have sex tonight,” Grian started.
“Unless you want to try to figure something out?” Mumbo asked.
“I mean, that would be.”
“I bet I could finger you,” Mumbo offered. “It’s simpler than I thought it would be.”
Scar could feel himself make a face.
“Yeah, no, you hate bottoming,” Grian said.
“I don’t hate it,” Scar replied, trying to yes and even a little bit. No bad ideas during brainstorming and all that.
“We’ll figure something else out.”
“I’ve got it,” Grian said, clapping his hands together. Mumbo and Scar exchanged a look, pretending they had any leg to stand on when it came to insane plans.
“I purpose,” Grian began, “I blow you, and when you’re ready I bet I can find your prostate without getting in your ass, unless that won’t feel good.”
“It might be weird.”
“For you?”
“Grian your mouth is amazing, I just -”
“Scar, I love giving head, and Mumbo loves seeing me on my knees.”
“Mate!” Mumbo was blushing. “That is true.”
“Then!” Grian continued. “You can fist me, and tease Mumbo, then you can hold me and Mumbo can fuck me.”
It wasn’t completely unfamiliar to be so turned on without any stirring in his cock, but it was slightly tempered by the fact he knew there was nothing coming to help him, ahem, rise to the occasion.
“Yeah that sounds good,” Scar managed.
Date wise, Mumbo had done well. The man kept saying he wasn’t a builder, but he had done up three custom trees by a lake, lit up the place with some glow berries, and generally made a very sweet fuss over them. It was nice to spend time together just to be together, instead of running around working or causing chaos. (Before he began dating Grian and Mumbo, Scar would have said those two activities were his favorite, but his priorities had been changed. Love was funny like that.)
Afterwards, they made their way back to Scar’s. It wasn’t universal, Grian and Mumbo had definitely stepped up their skills in building things that were not only Scar safe, but designed for Scar to thrive. But when anything remotely funky medically was going on, it was a relief to be in his home base.
They naturally congregated in Scar’s bedroom. Scar took his nighttime meds. Grian shed the nice jacket he had found in favour of a t- shirt. Mumbo had taken off his tie.
“Still good?” Grian asked. Scar was pretty tired after transferring to the bed, but he was determined.
“Oh yeah, just might need some help sitting up if you wanna be on your knees.”
“Pillow throne?” Mumbo asked. “Or should I hold you?”
“Second one. Please.”
“No pants in bed,” Grian said, looking pointedly at Scar and Mumbo. Scar reached up for Grian’s face, and the blond acquiesced, leaning down to press a kiss to Scar’s lips. It was easy to deepen it, biting gently down on Grian’s lip. He ran his hand through Grian’s hair and then made a fist. He broke the kiss and as he figured, Grian’s eyes were blown wide in lust.
“You aren’t in charge anymore little bird,” Scar told him.
Grian got on his knees, and Mumbo had shed his pants and crawled behind Scar, bracketing him in place. He could feel Mumbo’s cock taking interest through his underwear, hot and thick.
“Good boy,” he told Grian. “I’d like your mouth now.”
He wasn’t completely soft, like he had been worried about. Grian slid his pants and underwear down, and his hot breath was striking against Scar’s inner thighs. Grian pressed a kiss to the inner thigh, and then licked a long way up to Scar’s cock. Grian pressed sloppy, open mouth kisses on the base, knowing where Scar’s sensation was at its best. It felt so good, a hot contrast to the worst his body regularly had to offer.
It was a little weird to be soft, not quite having the full range of intensity. But it was good, heavy to have his partner’s attention like this. They wanted him to feel good, and that high was like nothing else.
Grian looked up at him, knowing full well what that did to him, and asked, “Can Mumbo give me a hand?” He felt Mumbo’s dick twitch in response, and his hands paused.
“I would like that,” Mumbo added, as if Scar didn’t know.
“Yeah,” Scar replied. “Go for it.”
Mumbo pressed a kiss to the side of Scar’s neck and snaked a hand up his chest. A lot of the sensitivity from his lower half had relocated over the years, and Mumbo knew where a lot of those spots were. The sides of his chest, his neck, his nipples.
Grian had moved his attention to the head, long licks up his shaft before bringing the head into his mouth. Scar let out an appreciative groan. Mumbo paid gorgeous attention to Scar’s neck right under his ear, and gently went to his nipples. Grian moved one hand from Scar’s thigh under, past Scar’s balls, and as skilled as Grian’s hand were, there was next to no sensation. If anything, it faintly tickled.
He knew Grian would be looking at his face, carefully looking for lines that Scar didn’t always know about.
“Is that doing anything for you?” Grian asked.
Scar shook his head, and Mumbo paused in order to let him get his words in order.
“Sensation issue,” he managed. “Kinda tickles.”
“All good,” Grian said, a fond look on his face.
“Anything else we can be doing for you?” Mumbo asked, slowly restarting his teasing.
“Keep doing that,” he replied, half breathless.
In response Grian took as much of his cock into his mouth as he could, and gazed up at Scar. In the same moment, as if they had planned it, Mumbo ran his hands up his torso and played with his nipples. He moved his mouth to the other side of Scar’s neck. Scar’s dick managed a strong twitch in Grian’s mouth, and he could feel Grian smile.
Grian controlled a lot of the pace. There wasn’t enough length or stiffness to bob Grian’s head on. The head of his cock was just at the start of Grian’s throat, which made such pretty noises for him. Grian worked the tip, and provided a hot wet hole to lose himself in.
“Clever bird,” Scar praised, and felt the vibrations of Grian’s moan.
“Are you getting close?” Mumbo asked.
“Yeah, actually- Fuck.” He moaned, as Grian swallowed around him.
“Gri, can you taste him yet?” Mumbo asked, gently pinching a nipple causing Scar to briefly lose control over his hips. Grian didn’t take his mouth off, instead giving Mumbo a thumbs up.
“Pesky bird,” Mumbo muttered. “He’s beautiful like this, isn’t he?”
“Yeah,” Scar breathed.
“Think you can give him a treat? I know he’ll be spoiled by your hand soon, but the poor thing is desperate.”
“My stars, fuck, Mumbo,” he tried again. Mumbo bit, right at the junction between neck and shoulder, his hands teasing. The sensation was so good, and he wanted it. It took him by surprise. He didn’t even have a chance to warn Grian before spilling into his mouth, pulling the other man’s hair. Grian only moaned, and swallowed him down.
“Void,” Mumbo swore, gazing at Grian’s face.
Grian popped off gently, not wanting Scar’s cock to fall. “Yes,” he celebrated, throat sounding in much better condition than it normally did after blowing Scar.
“Good work team,” Mumbo replied, and Grian began cackling.
“Love you,” Scar said, still riding a modified afterglow. Then he shook himself, and looked back at Grian. “I think I promised I would wreck someone on my fist.”
“Fuck, please.” Grian said.
“Come here.”
“How do you want me?”
Scar had to think, which clued him in to the fact he was really struggling to do that, and not in a sexy way, but in a lack of oxygen way.
“Can someone grab my oxygen first?” he asked.
“Oh, yup, got you,” Mumbo said, and Scar could suddenly feel how sweaty his back was with the cool air from Mumbo leaving him. He fell back onto the bed, focused on getting air into his lungs. Second later, he felt the drape of cool plastic on his face, and managed to get the cannula into place.
“Better?” Mumbo asked.
“Super,” Scar replied, eyes still closed. He felt Grian snuggle up beside him, and could almost feel his boyfriend staring him down. He opened his eyes and met Grian’s own.
“Hi,” he said, unable to keep how fond he was out of his voice. Grian rolled his eyes.
“Hi yourself.”
He could hear Mumbo nervously puttering around, and he knew he could call the night there. But he didn’t want to.
“Hey Mumbo?”
“Yes?”
“Wanna come hold Grian for me? I still want to wreck his cunt for you.”
“Void Scar,” Mumbo breathed, but the bed shifted as he made his way into a position where he could hold Grian.
“Sca-ar,” Grian started, and stuttered as Scar reached between his legs. Grian’s cock was hard, his thighs were wet, and his face was flushed.
“Can you be good or do you want Mumbo to hold your wrists?” he asked.
“Mumbo,” Grian admitted. Mumbo repositioned Grian slightly, in order to hold both wrists in one hand and to keep Grian’s leg hiked up. His hole was on full display, nearly more red than pink, and Scar didn’t have any reason to deny himself. He gave it a smack, just to see.
“Can you hear how wet he is?” He asked Mumbo. Grian blushed all the way down his chest, and Scar loved to see it.
“Scar, please-” Grian started, and Scar shut him up with two fingers deep into the man’s hole. It was an easy stretch, friction fading easily as Grian’s own wetness provided more than enough lube. Scar took pity and let Grian grind against his palm while he slid a third finger in.
“Too fast?” He asked at Grian’s quick breath.
“Don’t you dare take them out,” Grian replied, and even Mumbo chuckled.
“Greedy,” he admonished.
“And?” Grian demanded. Scar fucked him with three fingers. He spread them wide, feeling like he was actually starting to stretch. It wasn’t hard to slide in his pinkie, but running up on his last knuckles met resistance. Grian was moaning above him, making little noises that must have been driving Mumbo insane, considering how hard he had been.
He kept thrusting his hand up to the edge of Grian’s cunt, never giving him must reprieve from the stretch but making a little progress each time. He took his other hand to tease Grian’s dick, which only made the man wetter. The slick was running down his wrist, and if he was any less dedicated to the goal at hand, he would be letting himself taste.
One more push, and he was all the way up to his thumb. Grian cried out with a, “Fuck!”
“Good or bad baby?” Mumbo asked, beating Scar to the punch.
“So good, please, Scar. I wanna come on your fist.”
“Patience, I don’t want you to hurt you,” Scar.
Grian actually managed to lock eyes with him. “I want it to hurt. Want you to wreck me.”
“Grian,” Mumbo moaned.
“You want that pretty cunt ruined huh?” Scar asked. He started to tease Grian’s stretched hole with his thumb. Grian actually brought his hips closer, even with Mumbo holding him, crying out. Grian was begging, past the point of registering it, “Please, please, yes!”
Scar slid his thumb into position and thrust his whole fist into Grian’s hole. He didn’t give the man a second to adjust, just grinded against Grian’s g spot, giving a few tight circles on his dick to ease the stretch and make Grian sing.
“Fuck, yes,” Grian cried out. A quick glance at his face showed Scar how he was starting to tear up.
“So good for us,” Scar told him. “Come for us baby.” Scar didn’t give Grian much of a choice, and Mumbo was kissing whatever skin he could reach. Grian’s cunt convulsed around him, almost painfully tight and Scar only upped the pace. Grian went over the edge of orgasm with another cry, “Scar!” and Scar didn’t let up, not quite easing him through the aftershocks.
“You wrecked enough for Mumbo?” He asked, unsure if Grian’s brain was fully online yet. “I wanna see you cry taking him.”
“I might not last that long,” Mumbo answered.
“You can get a ring thing, doll.” He could hear Mumbo swallow.
“Mean,” Grian managed.
“Mumbo likes it,” Scar replied.
“That’s true,” Mumbo replied.
Scar scooched himself up against the headboard, and Grian laid his head on Scar’s chest. Scar ran his fingers through Grian’s hair.
“You up for Mumbo’s cock?” he asked.
“Fuck yes,” he replied.
“I want you to take him right here, ass up, so I can watch your face.”
“You think I’m going to cry again,” Grian teased. Scar pulled on his hair, in response.
“It would be nice if you did,” he told him. Grian was starting to blush again.
“Grian you want a condom?” Mumbo asked, mostly to be polite. Grian looked at Scar instead, putting that heavy trust on him. If Grian wanted one he’d ask, but the server had phenomenal birth control coded in.
“Nah,” Scar started. “You can breed him, he wants to get wrecked.” Grian closed his eyes, and Scar kissed his nose.
“Scar,” Mumbo sighed. He heard more than saw Mumbo reach between Grian’s legs, the wet sounds of his cunt obscene and gorgeous.
“Ready?”
“Please, fuck,” Grian started, and then Mumbo slide balls deep with his own shout.
Scar knew from experience that Mumbo’s cock was a touch longer than his own, but not as thick. It was easy to overwhelm Grian with the length, painful in a way their boyfriend sometimes craved.
“He can’t cum until you cum again on his cock, pretty thing,” he informed his boys. “Do you think you can do that?”
In response, Grian arched his back a touch more, inviting Mumbo to hit the spot inside of him. Scar could imagine how it looked, cunt on display, teasing Mumbo with every thrust.
“He’s so wet,” Mumbo muttered.
“He takes everything so well,” Scar replied, once again pulling Grian’s hair, maybe a little meaner than he needed to be, but Grian only said, “yes,” in response.
In contrast to his own body, Grian has wildly decreased sensation in his chest, especially around the top surgery scars. The only thing Scar could meaningfully do for him was to pull his hair and Mumbo was doing a wonderful job bruising his hips in addition to to fucking him senseless.
“-’m close,” Grian managed.
“Let Mumbo have it,” Scar answered.
“Please, Mumbo, I’m close, harder,-”
Grian gasped as Mumbo fucked into him. Even Scar could feel it. Grian cried out, and barely could hold his hips in place long enough to ride the shocks.
Mumbo was red faced, cock still hard.
“Scar-” he started to whine.
“Grian-” he started to check in with the man half collapsed on his chest.
“I thought you said Mumbo could cum in me.” Grian started, and Scar barked out a laugh.
“I did, didn’t I?”
In a well practiced move, Mumbo slid the cock ring off, and thrust in so slowly it looked like he might cry.
“Fuck,” Mumbo managed.
“Sensitive?” Scar teased. Grian’s mouth was in a blissed out little O.
Mumbo made a valiant three pumps before making a sound not unlike he had been punched. From the satisfied look on Grian’s face, it seemed that had been a good sound.
Sure enough, when Mumbo pulled out, he all but collapsed into bed with them, a sweaty heap.
All three took a moment to breath, which was not the sexiest part of regular threesomes, but Scar loved them. He took stock of his body, making sure everything was in order. The oxygen helped. He was a little more sore than he had been before, but not enough to take anything for it. A humongous success, really.
“Good job team,” Scar echoed Mumbo from earlier.
“Urgh,” Grian said into his chest.
“I know, I’ve got you,” Mumbo replied, snuggling in closer.
They might have fallen asleep like that, but Jellie meowed from outside the bedroom.
“I’ve got her.” Mumbo said, pulling on boxers and grabbing the cat treats specifically reserved for rewarding Jellie for being patient when she was sexiled.
“You’re an angel,” Grian said.
“You only love me for my body,” said Mumbo, feeding Jellie and sounding content.
“Love you both,” Scar said, fatigue hitting.
“Can we clean you up if you fall asleep?” Grian asked, catching how fast Scar was fading.
“Only if you come back soon for snuggles,” he demanded, fighting to keep his eyes open.
“Deal,” Grian said.
Scar drifted, hearing and occasionally feeling his boyfriends move around. Jellie curled into the crook of his knees. A washcloth wiped his chest and between his legs. A number of kisses were pressed to his body. The lights were turned off. Grian and Mumbo, in some order and reason beyond him, returned to bed. He was happy.