[ All three of them know what it's like to crave control, but in the moment, Billy feels obstinate. Eddie doesn't get to have control right now. Not when he's being stupid. And maybe that's bad of Billy, maybe that's something he learned from home and should shed ("Were you born stupid, Billy?"). Right now though he thinks that Eddie doesn't get control. He needs to prove he can take it back. Billy will want him to. Later.
Eddie's mouth is hot against his, just as hot as Jem's hand. He shivers when she leans close, his eyes flicking to Eddie's. ]
That what you want? Want to keep your mouth busy? [ With my ASSHOLE he doesn't say, cheeks heating with a glossy bloom of red. Eddie's never done that to him, but he knows Eddie likes it. He straightens up, shrugs his own shirt off, unlaces his trousers to pull out his fattening dick.
When his head turns, he drags his forehead across Jem's, kissing her too. Then he nudges the head of his dick to Eddie's mouth. His hand finds Eddie's, drags it up to his mouth, lips against his fingers before Billy licks them, brings both their hands to Jem's chest. ]
Yeah. Fuck. I'll make it good. ( he can do that, wants to do that. wants to make billy feel good, get lost in the sounds he makes as he rides eddie's face and jem-- ) Want you too, princess. Please.
( some way, any way. he'll have her however she wants if he doesn't have to think about the fact he still feels a little like a puppet on strings with the two of them pulling him back. it's all fucked up in his head because he wants to be with them, wants them. he just wants the control they have the reigns of it, wants to stay and not feel like he's trapped again. wants to keep them in the room with him too, hishishis.
he turns his head toward billy's dick, laps and licks and kisses what he can reach with the angle they're working with. it allows him to watch billy get his fingers wet, move their hands to jem's skin. he cups her breast, gropes at warm skin and draws a trail of billy's saliva to her nipple to pinch and tease, gentle for now. )
[Jem sighs into Billy’s mouth, almost purrs at the contact, squeaks and whines when Eddie pinches and tugs at her nipple. A hand ends up in Eddie’s hair, the other on Billy’s chest, one-handedly plucking at the buttons. Her fingers twist a little in brown-strands, pulling away to look down at their hands on her, at Eddie’s mouth on Billy’s dick, and swallows real thick.]
You have no idea, [she says, a little breathless, suddenly overwhelmed with feeling.] How beautiful you both are. Or how much I - I love you.
[Because she can say it now. It’s out there; she’s red-cheeked, splotchy down her chest. When she pulls her hands back to push her trousers down, slip them off and toss them aside, there’s a little damp patch at the front of her panties already. She drags Eddie’s hand to it, covers the mound with his palm and grinds down onto it, just a little. Back to business. ] Get him hard, Eddie. All the way.
[ She can say it, and it settles warm in Billy's chest, his guts already twisting as Eddie dips his head forward, tongue lapping sweetly at Billy's dick, which fattens up nicely. Billy pushes his dick further, sliding over his plush bottom lip into the warm heat of his mouth.
He's so full of something. Turns to press a kiss into Jem's neck, tongue sucking there as his hand buries itself in Eddie's hair, thumb rubbing a circle in against his scalp. Billy's so full of something, but he can't put it to words, hopes whatever journey he goes through when Jem says 'love you' is hidden from the two of them, doesn't show in the way his mouth pulls or his eyes flutter.
He's so full; he doesn't what do with it all.
His dick beads a pretty drop of precum that sticks to Eddie's lip when he slides his dick out. Leaning down, he cards the other hand into Eddie's hair too. ]
Sure you can handle me, big guy? [ You kinda have a bandaged wound on your neck, but if prompted, he'll shift. ]
( the angle's not great as jem grinds against his hand but eddie can work with it anyway, slips it down as much as he can to tease her clit with the calloused pads of his fingertips as best he can with his mouth occupied, with his attention turn between them and each touch so overwhelming and grounding at the same time.
he doesn't really focus on the words, the 'how much i love you' even as the heat of it spreads through him and makes him dizzy with it. he's never felt an intensity like this, a desire that spreads through him and makes him need the two of them in a way he can't comprehend. so he doesn't try, not now.
instead flicks his tongue against the slit of billy's dick, suckling until he's out of reach and there's a thin little line of spit connecting them still. he licks his lips, catches the precum left behind. he swallows, nods. ) Yeah, I've got you. I'll pinch your thigh or something if I need air.
( or if he's in pain, more likely. he grins, a flicker of mischief in his eyes that's more like himself than has come through during the last few days of desperate fucks, ) Come on, baby. Sit on my face.
You heard him, baby. [Said so fondly, hands catching Billy's cheeks to kiss him quick, kiss him sweet. Kisses him just a little longer before a hand travels down, to feel out the length of his dick against Eddie's mouth.
She's never seen a sight so fucking beautiful as these two. She strokes Billy just so, murmurs against his mouth: ] Turn around, let Eddie take care of you and I'll take care of you both.
[ He snorts when Eddie says he'll pinch his thigh, melts into the way Jem's touching him, looking at them, at the way Eddie feels against his skin. He moves carefully, really fucking carefully, because he's not small like Jem, and he's half convinced he's going to break Eddie's neck, or at least press wrong and strain his shoulder, pull on the injury.
But they're both waiting for him and he goes, settles his knees around Eddie, hovers his ass over him, and if Billy's cheeks are rosy then lucky for Jem, she gets to see it. Eddie, at least for now, has a different view. ]
If you insist. [ But his hand lowers to trail over Eddie's chest, thumb flicking over his lone nipple as he leans forward to lick the tip of Jem's nose, smile crooked. ]
( it's a hell of a view. Eddie's always been a tits guy, yeah, but Billy's ass is a wonder of its own. he could write a song to it; might actually, later.
Billy's careful with him and part of Eddie hates it, wants them to stop tip-toeing around him but then he pulls on the bandage on his neck and he remembers why, remembers the hurt. then he feels something warm and soft and --- and unnamed bubble up in his chest, a fondness that colors everything.
he lingers in that for a moment, hands on Billy's outer thighs to help him balance, before he's craning his neck up, chin tilted so he can lick a stripe up from the back of Billy's balls and up his taint. he sucks on the sensitive skin there, gets it spit-slick and follows with kittenish licks upward until he's teasing tight muscle with his tongue. )
[The flush on her cheeks is burning bright. It’s such a sight, Billy braced over Eddie, and Eddie so ready to go all in. She feels so full of - well, it’s love. It’s a huge, big feeling and it knocks the breath out of her.
She moves before she does something embarrassing like get wet-eyed about it. She fumbles with pulling her panties off; it’s a little rush, full of giggles. They’re tossed somewhere aside, and then it’s a quick crawl to settle her thighs either side of Eddie’s hips, to really cage him in. Her hands go back to Billy’s face and she kisses his nose, then his mouth. It’s a little filthy, and it’s also sweet. Below them, she slips along Eddie’s cock, wethot, the cockhead catching at her hole, before she slides back again, sighing. Between them, she murmurs to Billy: ] Spit on my hand?
[ It threatens to turn him to molasses immediately; Eddie's tongue is soft and warm when it teases Billy's sensitive skin, and Billy's woefully underprepared for it. It's a new sensation, though that seems stupid to admit, that no one's ever licked his asshole before. But no one ever did it back home. He kept his secrets locked up tight, secretive, furtive when he allowed it. And this is— intimate. Fucking someone's easy, he think; but he feels rubbed raw from the strange intimacy of Eddie's nose against his ass, the way his tongue laps at his taint, his rim, his lips sucking and making Billy's face heat, his toes curl, his balls clench up. ]
God— [ Jem is kissing his rosy red cheeks, his nose, and Billy groans when Eddie's tongue slips over him. ] Fuck, come here.
[ He grabs her wrist, spits in her hand, tongue running over her palm. ]
( Jem always manages to surprise him; Eddie's not expecting the heat of her above him, the familiar wetness catching along his cock and moving away. he arches up to follow her but the weight of Billy above him means it's a moot effort.
it doesn't break his focus for long, not when he wants to make good on a promise to rock Billy's world. he squeezes at Billy's thighs, pulling him down as he presses the top of his tongue against his hole and follows it with a scrape of teeth. )
How's he looking, baby? Bet our boy's so pretty like this and I'm missing the view, he thinks into Jem's head, into Billy's too. the last few weeks have taught him that he likes to watch them coming undone as much as he likes to make it happen.
[She gives Billy her hand, gaze so full of adoration it's borderline obscene. She says, aloud, while Billy spits and lathers her palm: ] He looks beautiful, he always looks beautiful, Eddie.
[There's a simple truth: Billy always looks especially beautiful when he's horny-drunk, or fucked out, or so deep in the mood he's just action, movement, heat. It takes a little moment of shifting - Jem edging her hips up and using her other hand to finally steer Eddie's cock against her cunt properly, to ease down onto him with a little sigh. After, she braces the hand on his belly, leans forward and catch Billy's mouth with her own, and reaches down to wrap her wet hand around his cock.
It's a slow thing. She can't really ride Eddie the way she usually does and and stroke Billy's dick at the same time. So it's slow, it's all especially deliberate, and it should, at least, drive Billy insane. ] How does his mouth feel, baby?
[ His face floods with red, eyes glassy and horny and so fucking loving. He thinks, maybe, he should be jealous, watching Jem line Eddie's cock up against her cunt, watches the way her hips angle down, pressing until his cock slides in. Billy watches the way she reacts, her breathing, her twitching hips. He knows what Jem's like when she's getting fucked intimately. He knows what Eddie's feeling, having her warm, tight wet heat around him.
He's focus entirely on it, if Eddie wasn't eating his asshole. ]
He's good, fuck— [ Eddie's big palms grip his thighs, drag him down, and between the insistent mouthing and Jem's hand on his dick, he's panting. ] Fuck, baby, [ Who's he talking to? Jem? Eddie? Hard to say, but his hand drag down across Eddie's belly too, grounding himself when he grinds down on that wicked tongue. ]
[ It starts slow, deliberate, and Jem's right, the longer it goes on, the more desperate Billy gets, slowly setting into a grind, until he's matching Jem, tone needy when he grinds out, ] Eddie, fuck, Eddie, Eddie— [ while his hands find Jem's ribcage, palms running up to her tits. ]
( his name on Billy's lips sounds like a prayer and Jem paints him a pretty picture; he can picture it in his mind's eye because Billy's looked good cock-drunk, fucked out each time they've fallen together.
he groans against Billy's taint as Jem sinks down on him, the heat of her familiar and enthralling all the same. she feels so good that his hips stutter up, cockhead aiming for nothing and everything all the same. he wants to hear those shuddering breaths, the little moans that he wishes he could record and keep for himself.
he's going to go insane, he thinks between the desperation they're showing. his fingers join his tongue at Billy's hole, pressing inside and stretching him wider and letting out moans of his own each time Jem rocks down just right. they could all come apart together, they will. he will, he'll come apart and be rebuilt just for them, piece by piece as he has been the last few weeks. )
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Eddie's mouth is hot against his, just as hot as Jem's hand. He shivers when she leans close, his eyes flicking to Eddie's. ]
That what you want? Want to keep your mouth busy? [ With my ASSHOLE he doesn't say, cheeks heating with a glossy bloom of red. Eddie's never done that to him, but he knows Eddie likes it. He straightens up, shrugs his own shirt off, unlaces his trousers to pull out his fattening dick.
When his head turns, he drags his forehead across Jem's, kissing her too. Then he nudges the head of his dick to Eddie's mouth. His hand finds Eddie's, drags it up to his mouth, lips against his fingers before Billy licks them, brings both their hands to Jem's chest. ]
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( some way, any way. he'll have her however she wants if he doesn't have to think about the fact he still feels a little like a puppet on strings with the two of them pulling him back. it's all fucked up in his head because he wants to be with them, wants them. he just wants the control they have the reigns of it, wants to stay and not feel like he's trapped again. wants to keep them in the room with him too, hishishis.
he turns his head toward billy's dick, laps and licks and kisses what he can reach with the angle they're working with. it allows him to watch billy get his fingers wet, move their hands to jem's skin. he cups her breast, gropes at warm skin and draws a trail of billy's saliva to her nipple to pinch and tease, gentle for now. )
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You have no idea, [she says, a little breathless, suddenly overwhelmed with feeling.] How beautiful you both are. Or how much I - I love you.
[Because she can say it now. It’s out there; she’s red-cheeked, splotchy down her chest. When she pulls her hands back to push her trousers down, slip them off and toss them aside, there’s a little damp patch at the front of her panties already. She drags Eddie’s hand to it, covers the mound with his palm and grinds down onto it, just a little. Back to business. ] Get him hard, Eddie. All the way.
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He's so full of something. Turns to press a kiss into Jem's neck, tongue sucking there as his hand buries itself in Eddie's hair, thumb rubbing a circle in against his scalp. Billy's so full of something, but he can't put it to words, hopes whatever journey he goes through when Jem says 'love you' is hidden from the two of them, doesn't show in the way his mouth pulls or his eyes flutter.
He's so full; he doesn't what do with it all.
His dick beads a pretty drop of precum that sticks to Eddie's lip when he slides his dick out. Leaning down, he cards the other hand into Eddie's hair too. ]
Sure you can handle me, big guy? [ You kinda have a bandaged wound on your neck, but if prompted, he'll shift. ]
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he doesn't really focus on the words, the 'how much i love you' even as the heat of it spreads through him and makes him dizzy with it. he's never felt an intensity like this, a desire that spreads through him and makes him need the two of them in a way he can't comprehend. so he doesn't try, not now.
instead flicks his tongue against the slit of billy's dick, suckling until he's out of reach and there's a thin little line of spit connecting them still. he licks his lips, catches the precum left behind. he swallows, nods. ) Yeah, I've got you. I'll pinch your thigh or something if I need air.
( or if he's in pain, more likely. he grins, a flicker of mischief in his eyes that's more like himself than has come through during the last few days of desperate fucks, ) Come on, baby. Sit on my face.
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She's never seen a sight so fucking beautiful as these two. She strokes Billy just so, murmurs against his mouth: ] Turn around, let Eddie take care of you and I'll take care of you both.
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But they're both waiting for him and he goes, settles his knees around Eddie, hovers his ass over him, and if Billy's cheeks are rosy then lucky for Jem, she gets to see it. Eddie, at least for now, has a different view. ]
If you insist. [ But his hand lowers to trail over Eddie's chest, thumb flicking over his lone nipple as he leans forward to lick the tip of Jem's nose, smile crooked. ]
do not perceive the date pls
Billy's careful with him and part of Eddie hates it, wants them to stop tip-toeing around him but then he pulls on the bandage on his neck and he remembers why, remembers the hurt. then he feels something warm and soft and --- and unnamed bubble up in his chest, a fondness that colors everything.
he lingers in that for a moment, hands on Billy's outer thighs to help him balance, before he's craning his neck up, chin tilted so he can lick a stripe up from the back of Billy's balls and up his taint. he sucks on the sensitive skin there, gets it spit-slick and follows with kittenish licks upward until he's teasing tight muscle with his tongue. )
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She moves before she does something embarrassing like get wet-eyed about it. She fumbles with pulling her panties off; it’s a little rush, full of giggles. They’re tossed somewhere aside, and then it’s a quick crawl to settle her thighs either side of Eddie’s hips, to really cage him in. Her hands go back to Billy’s face and she kisses his nose, then his mouth. It’s a little filthy, and it’s also sweet. Below them, she slips along Eddie’s cock, wethot, the cockhead catching at her hole, before she slides back again, sighing. Between them, she murmurs to Billy: ] Spit on my hand?
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God— [ Jem is kissing his rosy red cheeks, his nose, and Billy groans when Eddie's tongue slips over him. ] Fuck, come here.
[ He grabs her wrist, spits in her hand, tongue running over her palm. ]
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it doesn't break his focus for long, not when he wants to make good on a promise to rock Billy's world. he squeezes at Billy's thighs, pulling him down as he presses the top of his tongue against his hole and follows it with a scrape of teeth. )
How's he looking, baby? Bet our boy's so pretty like this and I'm missing the view, he thinks into Jem's head, into Billy's too. the last few weeks have taught him that he likes to watch them coming undone as much as he likes to make it happen.
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[There's a simple truth: Billy always looks especially beautiful when he's horny-drunk, or fucked out, or so deep in the mood he's just action, movement, heat. It takes a little moment of shifting - Jem edging her hips up and using her other hand to finally steer Eddie's cock against her cunt properly, to ease down onto him with a little sigh. After, she braces the hand on his belly, leans forward and catch Billy's mouth with her own, and reaches down to wrap her wet hand around his cock.
It's a slow thing. She can't really ride Eddie the way she usually does and and stroke Billy's dick at the same time. So it's slow, it's all especially deliberate, and it should, at least, drive Billy insane. ] How does his mouth feel, baby?
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He's focus entirely on it, if Eddie wasn't eating his asshole. ]
He's good, fuck— [ Eddie's big palms grip his thighs, drag him down, and between the insistent mouthing and Jem's hand on his dick, he's panting. ] Fuck, baby, [ Who's he talking to? Jem? Eddie? Hard to say, but his hand drag down across Eddie's belly too, grounding himself when he grinds down on that wicked tongue. ]
[ It starts slow, deliberate, and Jem's right, the longer it goes on, the more desperate Billy gets, slowly setting into a grind, until he's matching Jem, tone needy when he grinds out, ] Eddie, fuck, Eddie, Eddie— [ while his hands find Jem's ribcage, palms running up to her tits. ]
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he groans against Billy's taint as Jem sinks down on him, the heat of her familiar and enthralling all the same. she feels so good that his hips stutter up, cockhead aiming for nothing and everything all the same. he wants to hear those shuddering breaths, the little moans that he wishes he could record and keep for himself.
he's going to go insane, he thinks between the desperation they're showing. his fingers join his tongue at Billy's hole, pressing inside and stretching him wider and letting out moans of his own each time Jem rocks down just right. they could all come apart together, they will. he will, he'll come apart and be rebuilt just for them, piece by piece as he has been the last few weeks. )