Boar’s face fell. “How about we leave it for tomorrow? Tonight, I just want to enjoy your presence. All of you. Even that Grim Reaper over there.” He pointed to a pensive Drake by the kitchen island. “He’s making me drinks all night.”
Clover nodded. He understood Boar’s desire to feel normal, to not be seen through the prism of pain.
Pyro held Boar’s hand in his, showing off a gap in his lover’s fingers. “Look, we’re missing the same finger. Destiny.”
Clover smiled at Boar. “You know I’d have cut mine off if it meant taking back all that happened.”
Boar urged him closer with a gesture. “No need to be so dramatic, baby. I know. I just want you close.”
Clover ran up to him and hugged Boar’s head to his chest, relieved when one of his big hands slid under the robe and held Clover.
The wooden blinds only let in some daylight, but its warm color was a confirmation that the worst was over. They’d eaten all too much pizza right after arriving here, and the boxes remained piled up in the kitchenette area, but the lingering food coma was gone after the shower, and while none of them had rested last night, sleep seemed so unnecessary when every part of their group so clearly longed to reconnect and become a harmonious whole once more.
“More?” Drake asked, coming over with a bottle of wine, and Pyro greedily offered him an empty glass.
“I think this is the only drink I want now…” Boar murmured, unwrapping Clover’s robe and kissing his pec.
The relaxed expression on Boar’s handsome face, the sense of still being wanted made Clover loosen up in an instant. “All yours.”
“You don’t want a Piña Colada, Clo? You know I can provide,” Pyro said and cupped his crotch.
It made Clover burst with laughter and he shoved at Pyro’s shoulder as Boar trailed kisses all the way to his nipple.
Pyro looked up at Tank. “I never told you, but—”
Clover squealed and tried to cover Pyro’s mouth, but Boar pulled him back with a laugh.
“--I made Clo a drink with my cum at your gran’s.”
“What a shocking surprise. Would have never expected it of you,” Tank said in a stern voice that made Clover chuckle.
But any comments Clover might have made were drowned by a moan when Boar’s newly shortened beard tickled the skin around his nipple. A hot, nimble tongue skirted across the piece of sensitive skin, and the electricity it produced shot all the way to Clover’s feet, making his toes curl.
“Oh, Boar. I’ve missed you so, so bad. You have no idea,” he whispered, cupping the face that had never been more handsome, despite the ugly cuts.
Boar stroked Clover’s back, running his fingers up and down Clover’s spine. “You know I missed you because I love you, but damn did I miss sex with you, Clo. You can’t even imagine how fucking thirsty I am.”
The surprising declaration had heat trailing along the same paths as Boar’s fingers.
Clover shrugged the robe to the floor, for once confident in knowing exactly what to do. “Whatever you want.”
Boar’s eyes went darker, and he rubbed his hand over Clover’s chest. He pulled on Clover’s hair, bringing their mouths together, and the kiss was like coming home. Warm, sweet, yet solid, Boar was the embodiment of the peace Clover had found with his four men, and after such a long time apart, Clover was greedy to explore Boar’s changed body. The firm chest rose under his touch, but it was only when Clover opened his eyes that he saw Pyro lapping at Boar’s balls with languid strokes of his tongue.
He grinned at Boar and joined him on the sofa with rising excitement. Despite everything they’d been through, nothing about Boar felt complicated. Clover straddled his lap, playfully pushing him down and already rocking against the growing cock.
He discreetly glanced over his shoulder to see Drake lean against the kitchen island. He was watching. For the first time in months, Drake would see that Clover was still a sexual being, not some broken thing that needed to be sheltered under a glass dome.
Their eyes met for a second, but the heat burning in Drake’s eyes was as intense as it had been when he’d watched Clover fucked for the very first time.
Boar’s big, meaty hand held Clover still as he placed damp, passionate kisses all over Clover’s exposed throat. When Clover opened his eyes, he saw Tank seated in one of the fancy-looking armchairs. He drank whisky, enjoying the spectacle playing out before him.
It was as if their intimacy had never been tainted.
Between Boar’s legs, Pyro sucked in their lover’s cock and started bobbing his head over it, his gasps caressing Clover’s ears with their ghostly touch. He leaned down to catch a moan off Boar’s lips.
“Pyro’s getting you ready for me,” he said, caressing Boar’s beard. “Tell me how much you can’t wait to push into me.”
Boar rubbed his hands up and down Clover’s thighs, his lips trembling slightly. “Impossible to explain, Clo. When we fuck, it’s not just about your body. You accept all of me.”
Clover smiled into the next kiss. “I do. I’ve been dying to ride your dick. You always put all of you into this.”
Boar rolled his eyes. “What are you waiting for? I think you need some preparing too. Isn’t that right, Matt?” he whispered, briefly holding on to Pyro’s messy braid.
Green eyes met Clover’s with a predatory glint. “Very right.”
Clover fell face first into Boar’s beard when Pyro grabbed Clover’s hips and delved between his buttocks. Not moaning when Pyro rimmed him was a physical impossibility, so he didn’t even try to stop it. He held his ass high as Boar hugged him and stroked his arms with so much reverence Clover couldn’t have felt more cherished.
“I missed this,” Tank said from the side, his deep voice creating goose bumps all over Clover’s arms.
“I’m sure the view is superb,” Boar added, his warm gaze raw and telling Clover everything he needed to know. How much Boar loved him. How much he’d missed him. How little he cared about the past. They were together now, and that was the only thing that mattered.
Boar’s eyes rolled back as soon as Pyro’s tongue left Clover’s ass, and Clover didn’t have to look back to know Pyro was back to fellatio.
“Come on, boy,” Tank said. “Give our friend a hero’s welcome.”
Clover’s ears went hot at the words, but Pyro’s fingers already teased his hole, spreading lube.
“Boar loves you on his cock,” Pyro rasped, and he had to be the one guiding Boar’s dick to Clover’s ass, because Boar wouldn’t take his hands off Clover, smiling like the happiest man alive, even with all the scars and bruises.
“I do. I love it when you lose control, Clo. When you writhe, moan, and your face gets all red. Couldn’t be cuter.”
Clover wanted to answer, but then those insistent lips were back, working his hole open. He clung to Boar’s neck instead, rocking his hips against his warm, hairy stomach. I love you. Love you so much,” he whimpered, shaking when Pyro pushed in two liberally lubed fingers. It was happening, and he couldn’t wait for his body to open up to Boar’s amazing dick.
When he lowered his ass to Boar’s cock, Pyro stroked Clover’s buttock with a groan.
“Boy can’t wait to milk you dry, babe,” he said, and held Boar’s dick so that when Clover pushed down next time, the cockhead passed through his sphincter and into him.
It was both excitement and relief. Clover could finally smell Boar, taste him, absorb the warmth of his flesh while being sure that his man was here, safe, with him.
He let his head drop back, and when he sat on Boar’s balls, hugging the man he’d so missed, the world ceased being a puzzle and everything fell into place.
“Beautiful, lovely Clover,” Boar whispered, cupping Clover’s face. Their eyes locked, and Clover pulled up slowly, marveling at the little twitches all over the familiar face. He leaned forward and traced one of the pronounced scars with the tip of his tongue while Pyro’s hands spread his buttocks, as if he
didn’t want to miss a single detail.
Clover didn’t have any modesty left when it came to his men. He rocked his hips at a languid pace, teasing Boar who could be so impatient when he got horny. Many things had changed in the past months, but not this. Their sexual connection was as glorious and honest as it used to be. Boar’s thick fingers reached for Clover’s cock, which twitched, releasing pre-cum.
“Fuck me faster,” Boar pleaded, arching his hips, but Clover pushed his shoulders down with a grin.
“You want something? You gotta do it yourself,” he teased, leaning in for another kiss.
Sharpness flashed in Boar’s eyes, and he didn’t hesitate. The world rolled around, and then Clover was flat on his back, Boar’s dick buried deep inside him and teasing the spot that made him go crazy. Tenderness was an afterthought when Boar withdrew, only to slam in hard, his gaze intense in the way it took in Clover’s flushed face. “You tease.”
“Like that!” Clover moaned, pulling him into a hug. A dark silhouette flashed in the corner of his eye. Drake had approached, and while he hid behind a drink, he was definitely watching.
Pyro’s face appeared in the picture next. He flashed a toothy smile and hugged Boar from behind, so they both ended up leaning over Clover. “Look at him, babe. He’s like a meringue. So fucking sweet, and all yours. Isn’t his hole the tightest you’ve ever had?” he whispered for everyone to hear.
Boar let out a moan, briefly turning his face to nip on Pyro’s mouth, but he wouldn’t take a break and drove his dick into Clover time and time again.
The pace was relentless, and Clover had to hold on to Boar’s strong arms as they held him down. He wasn’t fragile or afraid of sex. When he was with his men like this, he felt as safe as ever. Nothing here would happen without his permission, and everyone cared for him.
His face was hot and surely red as ripe cherries, but he didn’t feel self-conscious around anyone in the room. If anything, he reveled in being loved and the center of attention.
“Yes,” he gasped. “All yours. You fuck me so good. Come inside me, babe.”
Boar let out a strangled grunt. Pyro kept biting and kissing his ear and neck, holding on to the pale flesh as he pushed words through his lips. “Fuck. His. Hole. Love watching you do that. It’s so damn hot. Such a stud, Jamie.”
A hand pushed into Clover’s hair from behind, but he was too focused on the friction burning inside him to let his gaze stray away from the face of the man who was making his insides giddy with pleasure. Boar bit his lips, slammed into him hard, and then the heat of his cum spilled inside Clover.
“Yes,” he moaned into Boar’s ear. “Missed you so much. Love your weight on top of me.” When he glanced to the side, he realized it was Tank who stroked his hair, but Tank wasn’t wearing the robe anymore, and his cock stood proud, demanding attention. Clover wasn’t close enough, but he still opened his mouth. “Please, Daddy.”
With Boar still inside him, Clover twisted his head back until it made his shoulder ache and stuck out his tongue to lick the tip of his Daddy’s cock. Boar rubbed Clover’s chest and gave each of his nipples a little pinch before pulling out and leaving Clover’s hole vacant. “Thank you, Clover. That was amazing.”
Pyro burst out laughing. “Oh, my God! Look at him. Red Bear! King of the arena. So courteous.”
Boar pushed him back and they tumbled to the floor. “Idiot! It’s only polite!”
Pyro descended on him with a kiss. “It’s gonna be polite if you lend me a hand. I’m so hot for you right now.”
Clover couldn’t see them any longer, and with Boar’s strong arms no longer holding him down, he pushed forward to get his head off the sofa for the sweetest throat fuck.
“I’m all yours now, Daddy.”
Tank laughed and pulled his dick away, leading Clover’s open mouth and tongue like the tastiest bait. “Oh no, I want what he was having,” Tank said and pulled Clover into his arms.
When Tank held him like this, with hands that were steady, Clover was never afraid of falling. He kissed Tank’s mouth, then his chin, and then hugged him tightly and let himself be carried away from Boar and Pyro, who moved back to the sofa, trapped in a world of pleasure of their own.
Tank didn’t go far and lowered Clover to the wooden coffee table between the two armchairs. It was hard under Clover’s knees, but his dick was too excited for him to care about such details. Forehead pressed to the cool surface, he spread his legs and shivered when Tank spat at his hole before tapping it with his his cockhead.
“That’s a good boy,” Tank rasped, stroking Clover’s hip. “Nice and slick for Daddy. Like to see you full of cum, boy.”
Tank didn’t wait around and pushed his cock halfway in, groaning in pleasure. Clover had to grip the table to stay in place, his own dick so hard it throbbed with heat, begging for release.
“Yes, please add more cum, Daddy.”
Clover loved the complete abandon he could experience with Tank. He could let himself be reduced to his most pliant and submissive, because whatever happened, Daddy would watch out for him. He rolled his forehead over the wood with a grunt when Tank made another thrust, this time pushing his cock all the way in.
With his brain soaked in pleasure, Clover almost missed a movement nearby, and he stilled in surprise at the sight of Drake sitting on the carpet close enough to reach him if he chose to. His chest was working hard as he watched Clover getting fucked from behind, open lips and cheeks stained by a deep flush. Was it possible that he’d finally realized Clover wasn’t irreversibly shattered? That despite all that had happened, he still had the same sexual desires, and still craved Drake’s closeness? Apollo would not destroy their love, even if he left scars.
Clover raised his hand, about to touch Drake, but seeing him stiffen, he let it drop and focused on meeting Drake’s gaze instead. Behind him, Tank wasn’t holding back. The fat cock stabbed into Clover over and over while strong hands tightened on Clover’s hips to hold him still and make him into the perfect vessel for Tank’s spunk.
“You’ve been so brave, boy. You’ll get your reward,” he rasped and petted Clover’s back with long strokes of his palm. The caress had Clover shivering with pleasure, but he wouldn’t let go of the eye contact with Drake, who stared back at Clover with a deep flush sinking down his neck and under his clothes.
“I hope it’s your cum, Daddy,” he said between one moan and another, gripping the table. It excited him to say that, and Tank would surely love to hear it, but seeing the words ripple all the way to Drake was the cherry on top.
The black sweatpants couldn’t hide Drake’s erection, but when he finally reached out, he just stroked Clover’s hair in the gentlest way. It was only natural for Clover to turn his head and kiss the fingers.
The digits twitched, and for the briefest moment Drake looked like he might pull away, but instead, he cupped Clover’s face, caressing him with absolute tenderness while Tank sawed into Clover. Sinking his chest lower, Clover changed the angle at which Tank’s cock went in, and in this new position, the cockhead kept insistently dragging over his prostate, tugging him toward orgasm with each thrust.
“Oh, fuck yess!” His knees were getting weak, but he didn’t want to reach for his cock to jerk off, too excited about the steady touch to his prostate. He opened his lips, and once he caught Drake’s fingers, he sucked on them, imagining it was Drake’s cock, once again hot, stiff, and available to him.
“Don’t you just want to eat him up, Drake?” Tank whispered, never stopping his relentless rhythm. Clover could just imagine how obscene they looked like. Him—smaller, pale, long-limbed. Tank—big, tattooed and muscular, gripping Clover’s hips with those strong hands and he thrust his cock in time and time again.
Drake’s chest rose, and his gaze darted to Tank’s, holding it for the longest moment. “I just want to watch you two for now,” he said and stroked Clover’s tongue with his thumb when Tank’s dick hit Clover’s prostate that bit harder. The fo
rce behind the push had Clover trembling, his body balanced on the faint yet delicious edge between pain and pleasure.
Clover moaned around Drake’s finger, but there was no holding back. He was on the brink of orgasm, and it wouldn’t take long to push him over that edge.
“More for me,” Tank said, and every thrust he made had Clover moaning, on the verge of tears from the intensity of the fuck, but also because of Drake’s closeness. He hated the wall between them, and wanted nothing more but to tear it down.
“Suck on those fingers, boy. Show Drake what you’d love to do with his cock.”
So Clover did. He leaned in to take the thumb deeper into his mouth and sucked, but focusing became too hard when Tank fucked him so rapidly Clover’s thighs trembled.
He came all over the table but didn’t take his mouth off Drake’s finger even when he teared up from the emotions exploding within him. He was a sweaty mess, dissolving into goo all too fast, but Tank slapped his buttock.
“Hold your ass up, boy! I’m not done with you.”
“Yesh, Dwaddy,” Clover lisped, unwilling to let go of Drake yet desperate to communicate.
Warm arms pulled him in, and his cheek rested on a shoulder that had offered him so much comfort in the past. The scent of cigarettes clung to Drake’s hair, so he must have smoked after his shower, and Clover was sorry he hadn’t gotten to rub against his right hand, which also had that distinct aroma of nicotine.
Braced against Drake, Clover gasped as Tank fucked him in a punishing rhythm, marking each moment with slaps that burned Clover’s buttocks and hips, prolonging his pleasure.
He knew when Tank came by the change in the way he fucked. He loved that wet, slippery sense of being filthy, of having both Tank and Boar’s cum inside him. He would need another shower, but it could wait. For now, he held on to Drake, elated that he finally got to touch him.
He closed his eyes, breathing hard, with his ass raw, yet he could hardly imagine being more sated. “Thank you, Daddy,” he muttered, already missing Tank’s cock.
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