“The same way you told Pyro fucking you was ‘fine’?”
Clover’s skin prickled with goosebumps at the memory of it, and he looked away. “No. I’m sorry. I wasn’t fine. I was a mess.” He rubbed his eyes, which kept welling up and making his vision even less clear.
Tank grunted. “Then you better tell him so next time. Not gonna police you. But I’m not into fucking someone who doesn’t want it.”
Clover nodded, accepting the harsh truth that he should have done things differently. If he wanted to be around all these men, he needed to communicate better, set boundaries, and refuse to let any of them treat him like trash. Because that was how that whole situation with Pyro made him feel. He took a deep breath, already nervous about what he was about to say.
“I want you. I like you. A lot. It makes my knees soft when you talk dirty to me.”
Tank’s exhale caressed Clover’s face, but it was the kiss that followed that made Clover push his hips up and clutch at Tank’s massive arms, begging for care and attention.
“And I’m crazy about you, boy. Can’t stay angry even when you’re being a little shit. Don’t tell the others,” he added after a moment, nipping on Clover’s cheek. “And if I’m to be honest, I’m glad there’s no one waiting for you in New York.”
Clover dared a smile, running his fingers over the ridges of strong muscle under Tank’s ink. Tank wouldn’t lie to him. He meant what he was saying, he enjoyed Clover’s company, and it was such a revelation Clover parted his legs farther and pulled them up around Tank’s hips.
“It’s a good fit, isn’t it?” Clover stroked Tank’s stubbly cheek. “You like someone to care for, and I’m completely useless.”
Tank chuckled and grabbed Clover’s wrists, pinning them above his head. “Now you are,” he said and rocked his hips, awakening arousal Clover hadn’t thought himself capable of after the horrible punishment earlier.
He’d hated being submitted to the belt and had done his best not to scream when the leather strap hit his ass, but when he thought of how cruel he’d been to Boar and how he’d lied to everyone’s faces, he felt he deserved every stroke, so he couldn’t resent Tank for disciplining him any longer. What was done was done.
Clover gasped, tightening the hold of his legs around Tank and looking into his eyes, no longer trying to avoid the intimacy of it. He remembered how much Boar had seemed to want that from him and vowed to himself that if Boar accepted his apology, Clover would give him whatever he wanted. They’d be face to face like two lovers, because he didn’t deserve to have his feelings rejected on the basis of mistrust. Clover would allow him in as well.
“Can it work?” Clover whispered. “With the other guys? I don’t want to cause problems between you.”
Tank gave a hoarse laugh and rolled his hips, teasing Clover’s balls, his a wide smile showing off even teeth, thick brows relaxed. “I share everything with them. If that’s what you want then... I think it could work rather nicely, boy.”
Clover’s heart fluttered as the reality of that hit him. Was it an unconventional arrangement? Yes. But was there anything normal about his life right now?
He couldn’t wait to have his briefs off and feel Tank’s dick deep inside, staking its claim even though Clover still ached from the rough fucking earlier. The potential discomfort didn’t matter when Clover was so desperate to reconnect with Tank. His Daddy smiled at him, tugging on the front of the huge T-shirt Clover borrowed from him to use at night.
“Off.”
Clover couldn’t undress fast enough, but the underwear was trickier with Tank between his legs. He tried to pull his thighs to his chest for a moment to get rid of the one piece of fabric left between their bodies, but his man wasn’t exactly happy about budging from his spot between Clover’s legs and pushed him back down, big and strong like a dominant gorilla about to take his due.
But oh-so-tender at the same time. Clover was enchanted when Tank’s stubble scratched his throat. They were kissing again, and Tank’s hard dick was already poking at Clover through underwear.
“I wanted you the moment I saw you,” Tank whispered just before he bit down on the flesh of Clover’s neck.
Clover gasped, elated by the confession. He was floating up to cloud nine and then right past it. Tank wasn’t the kind of guy to make up stuff like this. He said only what he meant. Clover stroked Tank’s wide shoulders, overwhelmed by the raw emotion in Tank’s voice and the heat growing between their bodies like a wave about to hit the shore.
This was no transaction. This was real passion, and Clover was done pretending otherwise. If Tank was open to him, Clover would embrace it and take all the big guy had for him.
Clover kneaded the thick muscle in Tank’s arms. “You feel like you could crush me, but I know you never will.”
Tank laughed and pulled his teeth over Clover’s lips, hard enough for it to cause an aching sensation but not to hurt. It made Clover’s need for him skyrocket.
“We’ll see, boy. How about this?” Tank asked, sinking his weight down on Clover to hold him still. It felt like drowning in a big, strong hunk, and Clover loved it more than he could describe.
He moaned, as did the rusty springs in the mattress under them. “I love your size. You feel like shelter.”
“Or like a boulder crushing you,” Tank said in a raspy tone, gently rocking himself on top of Clover. “I want to come all over you and have you smell of me until next evening.”
Clover grinned against Tank’s shoulder. He still had to make things right with Boar, but for now his deepening bond with Tank was all that mattered. Tank’s dick pressing into his stomach. The smell of pine coming in through the open window. Heated glances that were about so much more than lust.
“I want that too. If you came inside me, I wouldn’t wash for a day. I’d be wearing a plug just to feel you for longer.”
Tank’s breath caught, and for a brief moment they looked at one another in the dark.
“You want that, boy? My spunk shooting deep inside your tight ass?” Tank asked in the end, lowering his face to lick Clover’s cheek. His hips stirred, rocking against him almost helplessly.
“Yes, Daddy, please. I trust you. I want to feel it. I want to sleep all sticky.” He stared into Tank’s eyes, desperate to communicate how close he craved to be. He’d never gone bare. At least not since he was fourteen and a virgin who didn’t know any better. The connection they shared has been established fast, but that didn’t make it any less genuine. He wasn’t just a convenient fuck or Tank’s’ ‘cumbucket’. He was a person who mattered and whom Tank trusted with his health.
The growl that left Tank’s lips sounded inhuman, but then he was back on his knees, hovering above Clover, who took it as his cue. He wanted to roll away and take off his underwear, but Tank grabbed the fabric at the back of his briefs and tugged.
Clover’s insides might have burned down with arousal when the cotton ripped and cool air teased his now-exposed buttocks.
“Now. I want it now,” Tank urged, pulling on Clover’s legs and folding him in two.
Clover’s calves landed on Tank’s shoulders, and he couldn’t get over what had just happened. Tank had ripped his underwear open.
So. Fucking. Hot.
Clover nodded like a crazy person, reaching for lube conveniently tucked under his pillow. “Yes. Yes, now.”
Tank was close enough to kiss him, and this time his tongue penetrated Clover’s mouth as if they were fucking already. Animalistic, hungry, it left Clover breathless, even before Tank’s cock pushed between his buttocks.
The touch stung somewhat, teasing the same flesh that had been abused earlier, but somehow the discomfort made Clover long for Tank even more, and he squirted the lube on his hand, reaching between his legs, to the dick that was proportional to Tank’s size. The hard, throbbing length was ready to fuck Clover raw, exactly how he wanted it.
Tank groaned, pushing his cock into the slick fist and fucked it a couple of
times, already impatient. “Ready?”
Clover nodded, unable to utter a word. He looked between their bodies, excited by the thick cock in his hand. He couldn’t wait. Regardless of the rough fuck from before or the welts left behind by the belt, Clover wanted Tank to fill him, wanted his dick bare and spurting cum inside of him.
One of Tank’s firm hands dove under Clover’s nape, curling into his hair, but the blunt head of Tank’s cock already pushed at his entrance, steadily pressing on without using too much force. Even now, so aroused and ready, Tank didn’t want to hurt him.
“Come on. Let me in, pretty thing. It’s gonna be hard and fast,” Tank whispered, nipping Clover’s nose and kissing him again.
Clover’s insides melted. He trusted Tank with his life, loved the way Tank touched him, and had no doubts about opening his legs for him. He hadn’t realised that he was still holding some tension in his body, but when he let go, Tank’s thick cockhead pushed in.
When Tank sank deeper into him, Clover let out a helpless moan, on the verge of crying with happiness. Yes, it hurt, but the sting left behind by the earlier fuck was nothing to be worried about. Nothing compared to the closeness of accepting Tank’s unsheathed cock inside his body.
It felt right.
Despite his promises, Tank started out slow, rolling his hips in broad movements. Clover didn’t think it was possible, but he could swear he felt the naked skin, and the veins, and every bit of Tank’s cock in more detail. And the more times those slow thrusts nudged his inner pleasure spot, the less painful it all felt. Heat rolled out of Tank’s body and pumped straight into Clover, rushing up his chest and filling his head with an overwhelming sense of joy.
“You feel so fucking good, boy. Like you wanna milk that cum out of me already.”
“I do, Daddy. I want all of it,” Clover whispered, choking on air. Every time he thought back to Tank ripping a hole in his briefs for fucking, his cock twitched, already beading with pre-cum.
The way Tank pressed Clover’s legs to his chest had him bent in half, ass exposed for fucking. There was no escape, but Clover wouldn’t have wanted a way out anyway.
Their foreheads touched, and between swallowing each other’s breath, Tank started pumping his hips in earnest. Seeing no protests from Clover, he dug his fingers into flesh and moved, as if he wanted to deposit his seed inside him as soon as humanly possible.
The pain caused by the merciless slaps of his hips against Clover’s welted ass made Clover moan with no shame whatsoever. So what if anyone heard them? He was proud to be Tank’s boy.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” Clover whined when the cock rubbed against his prostate time and time again. His own dick brushed against the sweaty, hairy skin of Tank’s stomach, each time triggering a sensation that went all the way down to his tightening balls. “Yes, come deep inside, Daddy!”
He bit down on Tank’s shoulder when orgasm struck his body without warning, making him shudder and moan in the arms of a man he trusted. His ass clenched on the cock drilling into him as if it wanted to be sucked in each time it backed away. Oh, how he wanted Tank’s mark on him.
Tank gasped, squeezing Clover in an iron grip to keep him still for those final, desperate thrusts. The long dick pumped Clover’s hole over and over, but then Tank stilled, just rolling his hips and clinging to him as their mouths connected again, exchanging lazy yet passionate kisses.
After a few heartbeats, Tank’s hold on Clover grew lax, and he hugged him instead, letting the strained legs drop to the sheets on either side of him.
Clover’s ass still stung, but the hot cum must have soothed the burn, because there wasn’t a single thing about this moment that wasn’t perfect.
Tank pulled out when his dick started to soften, and he lay next to Clover, rolling him into his warm arms. “You feel it?” he whispered when his other hand trailed down Clover’s stomach and to the relaxed hole.
The touch brushing over his own softening dick and balls made Clover groan and close his eyes. “Yes,” he rasped. “It’s everything I wanted. For you to own me like this.”
Tank hummed and cradled Clover in his arms, watching him with a fondness that had Clover’s heart soaring. He knew he didn’t deserve it, yet he wanted it so much nevertheless.
“Feel any better now?”
Clover kissed along Tank’s jaw. Ridiculous ‘I-love-yous’ were popping in his brain like champagne bubbles, but he knew it was elation that made him feel this way. He needed to be reasonable.
“Yes, thank you. What would I have done without my Daddy?” he teased, hugging Tank tightly.
“Nothing. You’d still be crying yourself to sleep. But now you’re healed through the magic power of cock,” Tank said, amused, and played with the torn fabric over Clover’s ass.
Clover snorted and punched Tank’s rock-hard arm. “I’m hungry. I must have burned a lot of calories.”
Tank chuckled but stepped out of bed, pulling Clover along. Clover had no idea where the man got his energy. Their bodies collided, and Clover made sure to keep himself upright by grabbing Tank’s waist. “You weren’t the one burning the calories, boy, but fair enough.”
Clover couldn’t stop touching Tank, relieved that things between them were good again. “I recall getting very sweaty, thank you very much.”
He was about to go out as he was but in the end pulled on Tank’s T-shirt and grabbed his man’s hand again, trying to ignore the damp sensation between his buttocks. It felt good but also embarrassing, and he’d need to get used to it. Though knowing it was Tank’s spunk he was so full of made it much easier to accept the oddness of it.
They didn’t speak, walking the moonlit corridor in comfortable silence, not broken even for a little cuddle that made Clover’s insides flutter. Trust was a new thing he’d need to learn, but the concept was growing on him. He could see himself depending on a man like Tank. On all of them, with time. Well, maybe not on Drake.
When they reached the kitchen, Tank picked Clover up by the ass, and they made out again as he carried Clover toward the fridge. But he bumped into something--someone.
Tank dug his fingers into Clover’s ass, and when they turned, stepping away from the fridge, Boar’s face came into view, and Clover felt his stomach tighten. He was not ready for this confrontation.
“I-uh. See you in the morning,” Boar mumbled, but Tank let Clover slide to the floor and held his arm.
“Were you hiding here all this time? We kissed for like... a minute.”
Clover swallowed. It was now or never. “Wait. Boar? Can we talk?”
Boar made a pained sigh. “I didn’t want to disturb you. Thought I’d sneak out. Never mind. What is it?” The question sounded harsh, and Boar’s gaze wasn’t any softer when it landed on Clover.
In the dark, it was impossible to see details, especially since Clover wasn’t wearing glasses and only recognized Boar because of his shape and the thick beard, but there was a sense of hurry in the air. As if Boar wanted to run away from Clover and never have to face him again.
Clover reached for Boar’s hand. “I’m sorry.” The apology came to him easier than the one he offered Tank. Maybe he was getting better at this whole honest-people-interactions thing. “You caught me off-guard earlier.”
Boar’s gaze darted away, and he gave a low huff. “Okay.”
Clover paused. Oh. This wasn’t good at all. He squeezed Boar’s fingers, encouraged by Tank’s hands on his shoulders. “No, I mean it. I said some shitty things. This isn’t a transaction to me. I do like you. I like that you’re teaching me how to cook, and that you remember what I like and what I don’t. It matters to me. And maybe one day we can set off some fireworks together.”
Boar groaned but didn’t reject Clover’s hand. “I like you too. You’re like milk candy.”
Clover stepped closer to Boar and hugged him. “I had a serious talk with Tank, and he agreed for me to stay. I don’t know where it’ll take us, but I don’t want it to end. I acted like a s
hit because I didn’t want to get attached to you if you were to leave me in a few days anyway. It’s really easy to get attached to you, Boar.”
Boar’s breath caught, and he briefly glanced at Tank before focusing his attention on Clover. “You’re staying? You’ll travel with us?” he asked, but thick arms were already pulling Clover to his chest, which felt softer than Tank’s but equally inviting.
Tank snorted. “It’s like I told you. There are no people in New York. We could be his people.”
“Drake?” Boar asked.
Clover felt a pang of nerves in his stomach. Had he not done enough to make Drake at least bear his presence? Would this be a deal breaker?
But Tank soothed his nerves with a wave. “I’ll talk to him.”
Clover pulled Boar’s hand under the hem of the T-shirt that reached down to his thighs and guided the fingers to his ass. Boar’s closeness made him warm all over, even though he wasn’t ready for another fuck. “We decided to go bare,” he whispered, getting a kick out of exciting Boar. “I want that with you, too. I trust you.”
Boar’s hand tightened on Clover’s buttock, thick fingers reaching to his hole and gently probing at it. Their eyes met, the connection so magnetic Clover moaned when he felt Boar’s beard tickle his neck during a kiss that came out of nowhere yet felt so right he wished he wasn’t too sore for more.
But another time? He’d be so ready to have Boar climb on top and sink his cock into Clover’s ass.
“Yes. That is so hot,” Boar rasped, rubbing Clover’s entrance with his fingertip.
“I’m sure we can work something out with Drake,” Tank said.
Clover bit his lips, his mind once more preoccupied by what happened earlier. “And Pyro hates me now…”
Boar shook his head. “He doesn’t. He hates how much he wants you despite being angry. He’ll come around.”
Tank snorted. “Yep, he’s pretty obsessed with you, boy. Called you a unicorn the other day.”
Clover already itched for another kiss from Boar. A voice at the back of his head screamed at him to not trust anyone, but he shut it down and leaped into the unknown.
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