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Gris Rubion is one of, if not the most respectful man throughout headquarters. Always the gentlemanly type. He never thinks twice about holding a door open for somebody. Always saying ‘Excuse me’ when needing to walk past someone. Always mindful of his manners around women. Essentially, he’s a textbook definition of a gentleman.
Although, behind closed doors, as soon as everyone else has decided to check out for the night, he’s practically a whole different man.
It’s been hours. Countless orgasms having been pulled out of you & Enjin by your lover. The room smelled so heavily of a mixture of musk & sweat. Hours of moans, whines & sobs leaving your throats as Gris orders you two around & decides how to ruin you further.
It’s a miracle at this point how you three haven’t woken anybody up. Tonight has really been fortunate for you guys, August’s usual music blaring out from his room & exclamations alongside it having seemingly desensitized everyone else to any form of vocal noises throughout the night. Not to mention your dorm is positioned right at the very end of the hallway. It’s perfect really, especially considering how ruined you & your boyfriend have become throughout the long & winding sex marathon you put yourselves through.
“Ah, Gris I, fuck… I don’t know how much longer I can keep going!” You sob out, your voice hoarse from the constant wailing caused by your boyfriends.
Currently, you’re supposed to be bouncing on Enjin’s cock. Alas, the ache in your thighs from how strenuous the task is, after having them forced apart and your cunt being so sore and used beyond its limits by them, has you unable to do so effectively. You’re weakly grinding down on him, your languid motions caused his cock to slip out from your abused hole. The piercing he has just below the underside of his bulbous tip catches along your swollen clit, your eyes seemingly stuck rolled into the back of your skull. Drool dribbles down the corner of your mouth, other fluids staining the apples of your cheeks.
Enjin’s not faring too well himself, gargled moans and choked out whines leaking out from where his throat’s constricting around Gris’ hefty cock. Tears prick his eyes as the older man has one hand placed onto the back of his inked neck, the other gripping his hair by the roots as he roughly thrusts into his boyfriend’s mouth. His balls slap against his chin every time he moves his hips forward, forcing Enjin to take him near to the base every time. He’s far too gone to listen to your pleas. The eye contact held with Gris has him entranced. Enjin’s eyes are glazed over, spit is smeared all around the lower half of his face. He can’t get enough of such a beautiful sight.
“Taking me so well,” He grunts out, slowing his assault on his golden-eyed partner. He pulls him flush against his pelvis, all the way down to the base. He holds him there for a second, Enjin’s nose being pressed into the trimmed patch of pubic hair. He starts to sputter around his length, gagging from the unexpected depth Gris has reached inside his throat. He throws his head back and groans, deep & guttural as he squeezes his eyes shut. Euphoria rushes throughout his body from the pleasurable sensation of his boyfriend’s throat squeezing around him, his noises causing vibrations around his length. His eyes roll into the back of his head with how Enjin’s pierced tongue drags along the underside of him.
Slowly, Gris retracts his cock from inside Enjin’s wet cavern. He moves the hand placed on his neck to take a hold of himself, grasping his thick shaft as he languidly drags his tip over his swollen lips. Jerking his head back, Gris smirks down at him. All he has to say is, “Open.”
Almost immediately, Enjin opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out as the older man tightens the grip of his scalp & purses his lips together. Gris dribbles his saliva into his mouth, mesmerized over how it lands on his awaiting tongue. He chuckles at the obedient disposition, a rare sight exclusive to you three’s sex marathons on nights such as this one.
You’re focused on the display in front of you, Gris sliding his heavy cock back into Enjin’s mouth. You almost forget about the ache in your thighs, Enjin’s fingers digging into them rendering you unable to, however. Just more marks onto your skin to join with the rest. You’re littered in all sorts of hickeys and bite marks. Most if not all Enjin’s doing.
The difference between the way Gris handles you & the golden haired male is drastic. Enjin is usually such a brat, the polar opposite to your effortlessly obedient & submissive self. Gris is always so sickeningly sweet when pleasuring you, tender kisses pressed all over your flushed figure, endearing praises whispered into your skin. It’s always such a hassle to get Enjin to even consider listening to him, so it’s extra special when his usual smug remarks & snideness is nowhere to be found throughout these moments.
“Such a good boy for once Enjin,” he coos down at him, condescendingly. “Love it when you finally decide to shut the fuck up and put your mouth to use for something other than your usual obnoxiousness.” He grunts out.
You whine out, long & languid, desperate for Gris’ attention again. Finally, he looks over at your teary eyed disposition. He moves his unoccupied hand to cup your face. He thumbs at your lower lip, wobbly as you try to hold back more tears. “My needy baby.” He coos at you, chuckling lightly when you whimper & nuzzle your face into his rough palm. He leans his face towards yours, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours for a bit before pulling back. You whine at the loss, tears slowly spilling past your waterline again as you open your mouth the way Enjin did. Gris happily obliges your unspoken request, pursing his lips again & spitting into your mouth as you immediately swallow everything he’s given you, his hand never leaving your cheek throughout.
“Such a sweet thing f’ me, always compliant without putting up any fights.” He sighs out at you, sickeningly sweet. He glances down at the other man, tutting at him. “Always gotta be such a bratty bitch over everything, huh?” He sneers at him, accentuating the harsh words with deep thrusts into his throat. Enjin whines out around his length over the harsh treatment, tears finally sliding down his cheekbones from the overwhelming girth & the soreness of his jaw.
Gris is always so mean with him, the only times he gives him any sliver of praise is when Enjin is too fucked out & overstimulated to misbehave any further.
Alas even with the degrading comments spat out towards him, you feel Enjin’s cock twitch from where his shaft is nestled between your folds.
“Gris,” You sob out his name, continuing to hump your bundle of nerves along your boyfriend’s length, albeit sloppily. “I need help!” You cry out, sobbing in frustration.
Gris was already moving to oblige your request before you even finished making it.
He slides himself out of Enjin’s mouth, a line of spit connecting his cockhead to the other male’s piercing & bottom lip. The male in question is left a coughing mess & gasping for air.
Gris moves from his kneeling position at the head of the bed and takes a few steps towards the end, where you’re straddled on top of Enjin’s waist. He grips Enjin’s ankles & abruptly drags him towards the edge of the bed, dragging him over the utterly ruined bed sheets & sending you toppling over face first onto his cum stained torso.
Enjin’s legs are draped over the edge as the older blonde wraps one of his arms around your midsection to sit you back up. You’re fully pressed up against his sculpted torso as he brings his other arm to wrap around you as well, cupping one of your tits in his hand and massaging the bruised & bite mark riddled swell of your chest. He dips his head down to press soft kisses along your collarbone. Feeling his spit soaked girth twitching against your backside, you whimper.
“It’s alright sweets, i got you,” He murmurs into your skin, shushing your cries as you sniffle from the ache of overexertion. His honeyed words go straight into your pussy. You nibble on your bottom lip as you clench around nothing, causing the cum inside you to spill out more onto Enjin’s drenched length. “Let me help you out pretty. It seems that one is way too dumb to really do much.” He snickers, gesturing his head towards the man splayed out below you.
Enjin is, the best way to put it, utterly ruined.
He has an ironclad grip on your thighs. There’s all sorts of marks littering his cum stained skin. His hair is tousled all over the place because of Gris’ rough treatment, sticking to his sweat drenched forehead. He’s trembling as he tries his best to pick his head up, engrossed to see what your boyfriend is planning. His eyes are glassy from the tears that have started to fall, blown wide open. Occasional hiccups slipping past his swollen lips as a sheen of spit & cum is all over his lower face.
You lock your eyes with him for a second, and, yep. He really is completely out of it.
He shifts his fucked out gaze towards Gris. He was trying his absolute hardest to say something, trying to dig within the recesses of his clouded mind to formulate anything, some sort of beg for mercy, a plea maybe? Fucking something. Yet, all that he’s able to let out is the most broken, pathetic whimper you think you’ve ever heard from him since they asked you to be their third.
Gris swats Enjin’s hands off your thighs, chuckling at him as he digs his fingers into the torn fitted sheet under him instead. He lifts you up a little, careful as he slithers his hand under you to where Enjin’s cock is resting over his naval, and taking it into his grip. He gives his shaft a squeeze, thumbing at the left over cum left on his reddened cockhead & smearing it down over his piercing. Enjin lets out a strangled whine, his voice cracking from the overstimulation.
As carefully as he can, Gris deftly drags Enjin’s cock in between your folds for a bit. He lightly grazes your clit a couple of times, making you inadvertently buck your hips into the touch as you lightly moan, followed by a small whimper from the pleasurable yet slightly painful overstimulation. Enjin subconsciously grinds his length into you, albeit irresolute over it from how much it hurts.
But Gris hasn’t decided to call it a night yet, so you’re both left with no choice but to just take it.
You feel Enjin’s cock being positioned at your sopping entrance, his tip nudged in. You’re feeling so dizzy, your brain having turned to mush from orgasm after orgasm being forced out of your body. Your body is aching, pleading for you to use your safe word so it can catch a break.
And yet, you remain pliant as you’re being lowered onto Enjin’s cock for the nth time.
There’s no resistance as his cock slides in, the ever so familiar fullness causing you to whine out. Your face is pressed up against Gris’ chest as you squeeze your eyes shut. Enjin throws his head back onto the mattress over the overstimulating feel of your warm walls, squeezing around him once again. His grip into the sheets rips them further as his back curves into a bow shape when you’re finally bottomed out on him. A loud, hoarse cry leaving you both as his tip nudges against your bruised cervix.
Gris presses a soft kiss into your hair, moving one his hands to lightly pinch at the fucked out man’s inner thigh. Enjin hisses at the pain as he presses his chin to his chest, looking at you guys through his lashes. Gris takes his index and middle finger and reaches out towards Enjin’s torso, pushing you forward a bit as your clit rubs against Enjin’s pubic hair. The friction makes your toes clench and your eyes flutter shut again before you’re able to realize Gris’ other hand moving up towards your face.
You feel him slap your cheek a couple of times, light enough where it wouldn’t hurt, but firm enough to grab your focus. He turns your face towards him as he takes a second to ogle at the cum coating the left side of your face, loose strands of your hair sticking to your skin because of the fluid. He prods between your lips with cum soaked fingers, pushing them into your mouth.
His blue eyes, darkened with lust, meet Enjin’s hazed golden ones. Gris grips your jaw in his hand as he sticks his fingers in your mouth, making you taste the slight bitterness of his & Enjin’s cum as your drool slowly seeps down your chin around your boyfriend’s fingers. He sticks his tongue out, flattening it out as he licks a long, languid stripe up your face. Enjin’s fixated as he watches him lick up their cum. Their eyes on each other never falter as he retracts his tongue, his throat bobbing as he swallows it.
You watch as Enjin’s lips part, another strangled whine leaves him that causes you to involuntarily clench. In turn he bucks his hips up, further pressing himself against your cervix. His piercing prodding at a spot that causes you to cry out.
Gris chuckles as he removes his fingers from your mouth, soaked in your spit as he takes them to lightly rub over your puffed nipple. You lightly gnaw at your lower lip as he grips your waist for a second, squeezing you as he kisses your cheek. He moves his hands once more, saying a soft “don’t worry baby, I got you,” and hooking his forearms underneath your thighs. You stretch your arms behind you to wrap around his neck, drenched in sweat. “Let me do the work for you,” he continues, lifting you once again until only the tip is left inside, “all you have to do is be good and take it.”
Before you realize it, a high pitched moan leaves both you & Enjin as you’re slammed onto his cock. The man holding you up presses his face into your neck once again. Slowly, he begins to bounce you up & down your boyfriend’s length. He kisses down the side of your neck until he gets to the junction of it, biting down as his cock leaks all over your lower back. He sloppily ruts into you as he gets off on the loud & broken moans you two let pour out of yourselves over his ministrations.
Your eyes are squeezed shut, tears continuously flowing out of them over the feeling of Enjin’s tip slamming against your g-spot. You force your eyes open to turn your head to face Gris. His chin resting on your shoulder as his eyes meet Enjin’s once again. He’s trying his hardest to keep his eyes open, the feeling of the pleasure & pain together suddenly starting to overwhelm him again.
You’re clenching around him, the squeeze around his piercings so deliciously painful as it sends tingles throughout his whole body. His toes curl against the bedsheets as he throws his head back against the pillows. His chest is heaving as he tries his hardest not to spill himself inside you again so quickly, he’s not even sure he has much more to give. Tears start to overfill along his waterline once again.
Gris notices the way his tattooed abdomen begins to involuntarily flex, moans & whines flowing from him freely. He bounces you a little quicker on him as your own moans begin to rise in volume like many previous times throughout the night.
“Enjin,” he calls over to him. “Look at me baby.”
He fixes his head to look at his boyfriend, tears slowly cascading down towards his hairline, whimpering as Gris coos mockingly at him. “You know you’re not allowed to cum until our girl does, right?” Enjin nods weakly as his toes curl more into the sheets, his whimper causing you to clench harder than ever around his overused cockhead.
Your nails begin to scratch against Gris’ neck as you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. Your moans having turned into squeals as Enjin weakly ruts up into you, smushing himself the slightest bit more against your g-spot. Gris nibbles along the shell of your ear as your body begins to shake slightly. “I got you sweet thing, cum for me. I want to see you cream around him so beautifully as you always do,” he whispers, kissing your ear lobe as your walls begin to spasm.
With a sob of his name, your nails digging so hard into the back of his neck you’re sure to have broken through the skin, you cum. It hits you hard, your vision spotting as you squeeze around Enjin’s cock. He follows suit right after with a similar noise, sobbing out your name as he thrusts up impossibly deeper. Gris holds you there as you're filled with Enjin’s load for the nth time of the night.
“There we go, always doing such a good job for me sweetheart.” He tells you, kissing you behind your ear as he shushes at your sniffles. He slowly unhooks his arms from under your thighs, careful not to hurt you. He wraps his arm around your midsection again to hold you up, moving to soothingly rub Enjin’s calf as he’s left a panting, crying mess over yet again having an orgasm forced out of him.
You three just sit there for a moment, basking in the moment post-round, before Gris speaks up. “Fuck, you both have been so good for me tonight, we’re almost done, alright?”
You both perk up at this, Enjin removing his forearm from his eyes as he looks up at him in anxiousness, utterly exhausted & just wanting to go to sleep. Slowly, Gris hooks his arm under your legs as you’re lifted from Enjin’s softening cock, his cum starting to drip down your thigh as Gris carries you towards Enjin’s face.
He manhandles you to grip onto the headboard & hover your pussy over his face. His own cum drips onto his face as Gris lovingly whispers in your ear, “you’re a mess down there,” cupping your pussy as you hiss from the sensitivity. “Let him clean it up for you, yeah?”, and you're fully lowered onto Enjin’s face. As if on instinct, Enjin’s tongue shoots out his mouth as he starts ravishing between your folds, his nose nudging your puffy clit as you squeal.
Gris walks back towards the end of the bed, grabbing a hold of Enjin’s ankles and moving himself to kneel in between his legs. Gris wraps his legs around his midsection as his breath hitches & he pauses his ministrations, knowing what his boyfriend is about to do. Gris drags his hand across Enjin’s mess covered abdomen, gathering the cum into his palm as he covers his cock in it, as a form of makeshift lube.
Dragging his cock lightly over his hole, Gris speaks up again. “I love you both, after this we’re done.” He raises Enjin’s leg a bit as bends down to meet his inner thigh with a kiss, before leaning over to lick up whatever remains of his cum on his stomach. Enjin shivers as Gris sits back on his haunches and swallows.
Pushing his tip in, he says. “I’ll give you guys the best aftercare once we’ve finished this last thing, now get to work Cleaner.”