“You did so good, with us.” Lisa said, leaning in to nuzzle against his neck. It caught him off guard, moreso when the words registered.
“What?” Alec asked, with humor and confusion.
“Boundaries. You’ve given us some. You told me to stop when I pinched you, last week. You said you didn’t want to have sex, when we were all kissing.”
Alec flushed hot.
“That was… you were rewarding me.” He mumbled.
Lisa kissed his cheek, all she could really reach from behind.
“Taylor, kiss him from me— he still gets those rewards.”
Taylor pressed close to his front and looked up at him.
“Can I?” She asked, wavering like she wanted to anyway, like it was hard to stop long enough to ask. She wanted to kiss him. It was still so strange.
“Y-yeah.” His voice shook. She pressed a gentle kiss against his mouth, pulling back almost immediately. Then she rushed forward and kissed him again, before going utterly pink.
“Sorry, sorry, I just— you’re so fucking cute.”
“Thanks?” Alec laughed a little as she got pinker. “Fuck, I love you.”
Taylor’s eyes went wide.
Alec groaned.
“Okay, that’s not— don’t look at me like that, we were all saying it earlier.” But she did look at him, and the surprise faded to a genuine smile, so unusual on Taylor’s face, brightening her expression.
“I-I love you too. All of you. I mean.” She kissed him softly. “I love you.”
Alec closed his eyes, the best way to deal with how pink he was after that.
“All of him or all of us?” Lisa asked, flirtatiously, and Alec barked an unexpected laugh.
“Excellent question, ma minou.” He said, leaning back into her for just a moment. She kissed his curls appreciatively.
“So, Taylor? Do you love these degens or just—” The pretty boy waggled his eyebrows suggestively, “— every part of me?”
Taylor breathed a little laugh, still looking— fuck, just, absoltuely smitten. She smiled through another kiss and touched their noses together.
“Yes.”
“Y-yes?” Alec croaked. He groaned. “That’s so unfair, lovebug.”
Taylor giggled, kissing his cheek.
“Although,” Kissed his other cheek, “I’m not sure—” Kissed his nose. “I mean, I haven’t—” Forehead. “—seen—” Chin. “Every part of you. So.”
“It sounds like Taylor’s volunteering the two of us to be the ‘try out sex but less overwhelming in a couple’ thing.” Alec decided, breathless. He pushed her off until she stopped kissing his face.
“Two people and not five.” Lisa said. “I really think it’s best, at least at the start. Maybe after everyone gets a turn together, we can try threes.”
Alec snorted.
“Work your way up to a threesome, then a foursome, then the fivesome.” He joked. “I see the vision, Tats.”
“If it doesn’t work, we try something else.” She shrugged, Brian nodding along with her.
“I’ll just have to keep my hands off you.” The older boy said. “Difficult, considering.”
His eyes were so dark, like molten chocolate pools.
In fact everyone here had such pretty eyes, currently devouring him. Taylor’s dark grey, Lisa’s bottle green, Rachel’s wolf gold. If you took in his own pale blue they’d have a full set of colors.
“Considering?” Alec asked, going around Taylor for just a moment to press his mouth to Brian’s shoulder. “Mm, see, I don’t know if I can resist touching.”
“Considering how much I want you.” Brain said. “Look at you, so brave for us. Trying new things, letting us love you.”
Alec whined into his skin. “Fuck off, that’s so unfair. Lisa, do you see this— do you see him talking to me like that? Get him.”
“Rachel, seize him.” Lisa declared, imperiously.
Rachel shrugged and tugged Brian back against her chest, the older boy laughing under his breath the whole time. When the redhead was essentially wrapped around him from behind she plopped her chin on his ear.
“Okay, he’s captured. Now what?” She asked guilessly.
“Now… I guess Taylor and Alec fuck.” Lisa laughed at Alec’s poleaxed expression. Taylor also went a little wide eyed.
“Kidding, jeeze. I think we agreed hands off? But that’s up to you two. If you want to be the first pair.” Lisa dropped her voice playfully at the end of her sentence and they both swallowed.
“Yes, I mean, I’d like that.” Taylor stammered, hiding her face a little. She was still mostly wrapped up in his arms, which on their sides like this was… sweet, even. Though, probably one of them would need to get on top of the other.
Hmm.
She hadn’t bothered to put her shirt back on and neither had Alec. They were already mostly undressed, right?
So it would be easy, to slip the rest off and just… do it. With an audience, sure, but it wasn’t like they were being judged, here. And Taylor was no doubt so wet and ready for it.
“Condoms?” He asked, the room at large, and Brian laughed before rustling and dropping one on Alec’s hip.
“Not going to ask where or why you had those, mon force.” Alec said, cutting his eyes over. Taylor giggled again.
“And you probably need to wiggle out of your jeans, sweet girl.”
Regardless of what they’ve said, it’s a simple matter, and pretty clear what they want from him. What they expect from him. Brian already had the condoms in hand.
There’s a lot of ways a boy and a girl can get off together but the easiest, simplest is just to push his dick into her pussy, and it doesn’t even sound bad. He can do that. That’s one of the easier ways to make it happen and he’s done it before.
Of course, he’s never done it without controlling the other person, and that’s— well, to put it bluntly, it’s Alec in two bodies, a type of masturbation, except the other person still in there is not having a great time unless they’re drugged to the gills, and this isn’t like that. But the mechanics are similar.
Why are his hands shaking?
He disguises it with a smile and pulls Taylor in for another kiss. Kissing them will never get old, he’s found. A week of craving it has not yet faded from his memory, and each one is a gift, a treasure.
Taylor shakes her head, and he realizes she wasn’t following his suggestion at all, instead pressed against him and nuzzling his face and neck. She’s not as shy as Alec would expect. Being sweet, still, not… well, at some point the sweetness had to fade to be replaced with all the grunting and slick skin, and whatnot.
But Taylor smiles at him and says, “Lot’s of ways we can do this, right? Do you want me to grind on your thigh again?”
“Hmm?” Alec dips into a quick kiss to distract her. From the fact that he’s confused mostly. Why are they pretending there’s another way this will go? He’s getting hard again from all the kissing, from the pets and the love so freely exchanged, and she’s still so wet Alec’s power is telling him about it, whispering jolts of nerves.
He pulls back, bites his lip.
Does she not want to have sex? That’s different.
But Lisa says, “Clothes on. Only two of us at a time, for now. Ease into it” as though they’re really still sticking to the plan. Of not overwhelming them.
Clothes on? No hands on him? Not letting Taylor bounce in his lap? Well, now Alec was almost disappointed, there’s certianly benefits to a pretty girl astride him.
Taylor nodded at the words, seemingly at ease. Unbothered, unrushed, not even hunched over to hide her beautiful chest.
“I want to touch them.” Brian said, and at first Alec really does think he’s talking about Taylor’s perky tits— but that’s only because his own eyes have dropped down to watch. Obviously, he means them as in Alec and Taylor. “But I won’t. It’s not worth the risk of making it too much. Too many hands, too many people to keep track of.”
“Sounds nice.” Rachel said. “You should fuck me like that. Not now. One day. All of you touching me.”
“We should,” Alec agreed, hands cupping Taylor’s tits, rubbing them with his thumbs. She pressed in to him and he kissed her shoulder. “Who do you want inside you, Rachel? Doing the fucking?”
“You.” Rachel said, sending lightning through Alec. “Him. Taylor with a fake cock. Lisa’s fingers. Doesn’t matter. I love all of you.”
It’s on his tongue to make the joke again, ‘all of me or all of us?’ but Taylor captures his mouth again, a perfect distraction.
“Y’all care if I jerk off?” Rachel asks, and instead of starting, waits for some reason. Finally Lisa taps him from behind and Alec realizes that was a legitimate question.
“Go for it.” He pulls away from Taylor to say, offering a shaky thumbs up. The others must have responded positively because Rachel starts stroking the damp spot over her crotch.
She’s staring at them while she does it. Alec gets distracted with Taylor, with the business of kissing and being kissed, of lightly feeling up someone he plans to fuck and enjoy fucking. It’s so novel.
Next to them, on Brian’s other side, Rachel was petting her pussy so meanly. Watching every soft sigh and little moan Taylor makes.
Alec expects Rachel to complain about them teasing her–not letting anyone touch is downright unreasonable— but instead she says, “Fucking pretty together. Look at them. They look the same.”
That makes Alec chuckle a little because they actually do; this is almost familiar. A pale, light-eyed figure pressed against him, curly dark-hair. This could be any of his siblings, but instead of a sociopath’s curiosity and a mean-spirited one-upmanship, Taylor is smiling down at him.
Alec relaxes.
“Hey, love bug.” He grins up at her, and his eyes feel so soft. He’s not sure what his expression is doing but Taylor makes a surprised sound about it and kisses him.
“Hi.” She breathes, eyes bright with excitement. “I… you know we don’t have to do anything, right? I probably can’t sleep like this, too worked up, but it’ll fade after a while. Especially if I go for a run or something.”
I know he tries to say but it gets embarrassingly stuck somewhere so he just says, “I’m… starting to see that, yes. I want to, though? I think.”
Taylor kisses him again. Alec goes boneless into it.
He should probably be… being more assertive or something, guiding her through this, a first time– god, everything they do together is someone’s first time, it feels like– but while he knows he should put on some confidence and lead the way, it’s….
It’s surprisingly easy to just melt into kisses and do this with her, both of them fumbling together like it’s his first time, too. Which is embarrassing, it’s definitely not.
“First consensual time.” Lisa says, startling them both. Alec looks to her.
“What?” He croaks, heart beating fast.
“You’ve never done this before. Not with another person, unmastered.”
“Yes, I have.” Alec said, almost amused. He’d definitely had sex with any number of consenting adults, eager to get their hands on him.
You’d think those encounters would be better than his thralls, since no one was radiating a terror so stark it was like dad was right there over his shoulder; but they were almost universally worse. At least with his victims, he could control what was happening, stop if he wanted to.
Sex with ‘unmastered’ people was always unpleasant, even if they were passably ‘good’ at it. Something about having to endure it always had Alec floaty, bored and irritated afterward.
“You didn’t consent to that, love.” Lisa said in an oddly gentle voice.
Alec blinked.
“What?” He repeated.
“How old were you?” Lisa asked, reaching out and hesitating before taking his hand.
Right, they were trying to do the ‘only one person touches you’ thing. Alec pressed his knuckles to the bed and spread his fingers in invitation. She tugged his hand into hers, holding it.
“I don’t know, like– twelve or so? Eleven? Why does it matter.”
Brian made a hurt noise. Taylor’s grip tightened on his shirt. Alec pet her, bewildered. Rachel whined.
“So you get why it’s gross that anyone put their hands on you? Even if you did want it, you were too young to consent.”
I didn’t want it, though, Alec thought with a tight throat. He hadn’t really thought of it in so many words before, what was the point, but of course he didn’t want it; sex always sucked, it just sucked less than the alternative.
It suddenly seemed important they understand that he didn’t want it.
Cherie always made comments about him spreading his legs for favors, like he’d signed up for it, and he’d rolled his eyes and snarked back, but he didn’t. He never did. And like he gave a fuck what Cherie thought of him, or any of his fuckass siblings, but it mattered what his team thought.
His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, clumsy as he tried to explain. As he failed to even start the sentence.
Stupid. There were no words for it, really.
How to describe what went on back then?
It was like trying to describe a trigger event. Everything was warped and strange and awful, and completely normal, all at once.
The Alec who rolled his eyes and bitched at his–seething– sister about her jealousy, with semen running uncomfortably down his thighs, was so far removed from the Alec here, that it was impossible to talk about. He’d be bringing something vile into a sacred place, poisoning the water.
Brian, Lisa, Rachel, Taylor— they had no concept of what kind offucked up shityou could get used to, if it was all you knew, if you had to, and trying to pick a single moment to demonstrate what it was like, just, all the time didn’t work.
There was a reason he shed Jean-Paul like a dead skin, clawing it off of him the moment he was free.
He had two very different lives: one, a loose collection of every-day miseries; constant, common, the repugnant made unremarkable by droll repetition.
The other, a completely separate world: no dreadfrom just exiting in a place, sleeping and eating and shitting somewhere knowing that around every corner is something so gross it will stick with you, a sibling ready to fuck you up, or dad having a new plan.
He could talk about everything there is here, the laughter and soft touches and ability to relax in his own space, but life as Alec is best characterized by what it lacks.
Theres no violent little assholes here, no older capes that look like him trying to trip him into a mistake so he can get in trouble with dad, no pain or punishments and, ultimately, no sex.
Sex had been everywhere for him as a kid, as a teen, as something that happened to him and around him and even something he did with his powers, though dad hadn’t given him much choice even with that. Cherie hated it, that he made the newly triggered practice, practice, practice on their other siblings first.
He didn’t want to show them that. Any of it. They’d never been touched by that kind of hell, as boring and ugly as it had been, and he didn’t want them to know.
“Don’t make me talk about it.” He managed, eventually, looking off to the side.
Lisa squeezed his fingers.
“Sweetheart, of course you don’t have to talk about it.” She rubbed comforting circles into his thumb. “Do you want to have sex?”
“I think so?” Alec swallowed, closed his eyes. “I did, a minute ago. If you call this sex.”
“This is sex.” Rachel said, chin jutting stubbornly, jaw set. “That other shit— that was bad, right?”
“Well, it was never good.” Alec rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, that was all rape, I think.” Rachel said. “Fuck that. If it’s bad, stop. If you can’t stop, it’s rape. Simple shit.”
Simple was one word for it. That was all Rachel, though, not bothered with the nuance. It couldn’t be that simple, though, or else… Well, then it would all have been that, and he would have noticed. Sure some sex sucked more than other sex, but it was all sex in the end.
Brian looked murderous.
“This is sex, but it doesn’t… have to be.” The other boy said, mouth a tight line. “It doesn’t have to be anything, of course, we can all put our clothes back on, but if it helps to call it something else, this can be… team bonding.”
Alec laughed despite himself.
“I’m not so traumatized I can’t call it what it is.” He said, amused. “If it takes its pants off like a duck and has an orgasm like a duck, it’s sex.”
“I think your metaphors got a little crossed there, sweetheart.” Lisa said, voice shaking with laughter.
Alec glittered up at her, eyes bright.
“Nah, I said it right.” He stroked Taylor’s hip, over her jeans. “Sorry to get so maudlin on you, tresor.”
It was easier, being here in the moment, if he focused on her. On them. Not himself. If Alec let himself smell her floral shampoo, the subtle scent of her body lotion, the faint sweat of arousal.
“No need to be sorry.” She kissed his nose. “I just… we just want you to be happy. To enjoy yourself. If that looks like cuddling and watching TV, we can do that. If it looks like a blowjob, I’m sure one of us can…”
“Me.” Rachel said, loudly, but Brian looked deliciously conflicted.
“Or maybe it looks like being with this girl right here.” Alec suggested, tippping her head up for a slow, sensual kiss. “Let me make you cum, Taylor.”
“Um!” She squeezed her thighs together, and her beautiful eyes behind her glasses. “I’ve never… I mean. I can’t make myself. So I haven’t ever.”
“You’ve never cum, sweetheart?” Alec didn’t make a big deal out of it but he was surprised, she’d been so responsive in Rachel’s lap earlier— hell, in his lap and he’d barely touched her. She’d gotten so close. “Well, we can’t have that. Do you want to feel what it’s like?”
Eyes wide, Taylor nodded.
“How do you want to cum? My hands, my thigh, my mouth?”
“That doesn’t sound very hands off.” Brian said roughly. “I think you’re supposed to, you know, dry hump or something.”
“Eat me, Bri, it’s her first time, she can have whatever she wants.”
“You.” Taylor blurted. “I don’t… I don’t really care how. Whatever feels nice for both of us.”
And of course he had to kiss her for that.
“I could fuck you.” Alec realized, finding the idea surprisingly… not bad. “You’re so wet for it, so turned on. It would be easy to slip in, I could make it feel nice for you.”
Taylor flushed.
“I… isn’t that too much?” She glanced down into his lap, where he was tenting the pajama pants. “We’d be skipping… several steps.”
“Well, you could try some of those steps.” He said, thoughtlessly, and Taylor dropped a tentative hand to brush his lap. “Oh, I didn’t think that through.”
His head tipped back.
“Look at you, being the first dick for all our girls.” Brian said, chuckling. “Is he a good choice for first handjob?”
“Yes.” Lisa said. “Feels good in my hand. A nice shape, you could say. And so reactive.”
Alec bit his lip as Taylor touched him, soft even through so many layers.
“My turn next.” Rachel said, almost aggressive. She felt good, but Alec forced his power to focus on the others instead— muting the connection, unwilling to get so focused. It dulled her reflecting pleasure into a low buzz.
Alec laughed.
“Far be it from me to turn down handies from our beautiful teammates, hmm?”
“You don’t care that I’m— that we’re— inexperienced?”
“Fuck, no.” Alec’s eyelids dropped low as he exhaled. “It’s nice, it’s more— about the person of course, but— really nice to just. Feel you explore. You can touch me however you want.”
“He’s so fucking cute like this.” Brian said, sitting up— and shuffling forward to Taylor. “Is this alright, Tay?”
His hands slid down her sides to her hips, thumbs dipping in to indicate her waistline. Taylor nodded breathlessly as Brian unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down.
“We already knew your panties were pink from Rachel’s play earlier but it’s different to see them.” Alec groaned. “Fuck, your legs.”
“My… legs?”
“Your legs.” Lisa agreed fervently. “So fucking long.”
“‘m gonna leave hickeys all down your thighs.” Rachel said, darkly. “Bite marks, too. Not right now. Tomorrow, maybe.”
Taylor shivered for it. She readjusted her gorgeous, long, naked legs, so that they were tangled with Alec’s. He was feeling surprsingly overdressed.
Brian trailed a big hand over Taylor’s bare skin before sitting back again. His eyes were completely shadowed.
“Can we get yours, too?” Taylor asked, shifting to tug on his pajamas. Alec bit back his instinctive agreement, feeling Lisa’s eyes on him.
“Let me… think about it for a second?” He tried, and she purred. Taylor smiled.
“Good girl.” Brian said, seemingly just to make Alec’s cock jump, and gah.
“That should not do anything for me, espèce d’enfoiré (you jerk).” He muttered. “You don’t want to throw in a ‘good boy’ occassionally? Mix things up?”
“Not really.” Brian pushed his hand into his boxers casually, making eye contact. “Does my sweet girl mind if I fuck my hand watching him?”
Alec took a shuddering breath.
“Fuck you, do what you want.” He says, then— having thougth about it— “I’m okay with my dick with a few conditions.”
“Nope.” Brian licked his teeth. “Permission, please.”
“It’s fine.” Alec says, as Taylor pulls his pants down slowly. “Touch yourself, Brian.”
“Gladly.” He starts fucking into his hand, not bothering to take his boxers off. “What are your conditions, love?”
“Don’t… it’s stupid to say, but don’t insult me?” Alec shut his eyes for a moment. “Or hurt it, I guess. Like squeezing too hard in punishment or whatever.”
Taylor made a brief, upset nosie.
“No, of course not.” She said. “You like it when we’re nice to you, we won’t be mean.”
“Not even as a joke.” Alec cautioned, and to his surprise they were all nodding.
“Thank you for telling us.” Lisa kissed his cheek. She wasn’t involved, not really touching him or Taylor with her hands, but she was about an in behind him, her body a twin line to his. He could lean back and feel her easily.
“That’s important to know.” Taylor kissed his tit— no, over his heart. Alec’s ears flushed. “You did so good, telling us.”
Taylor kissed down his sternum and he hooked a hand into her hair thoughtlessly. She didn’t pause.
“Can I— please— my mouth?” She managed to ask, stumbling over the words.
“Tresor, I’m meant to make you cum.” He argued, and immediately saw the stubborn set to her jaw. “Is it… okay to say, yes, but don’t make me cum? Refractory periods are a bitch and I don’t want to lose any options with you.”
“That’s fine.” Lisa ran a hand through his hair, twice, before going back to not touching. “That’s good communication, sweetheart. You want to be in Taylor’s mouth that bad?”
“I really do.” He stopped breathing as her jaw touched the beginning of his pubic hair, wondering if he should have shaved bare for this, if she minded the trimmed and neat little thatch of it. “Taylor?”
“Mm.” She kissed to the base of his cock. “I’m good, I’m great, can I still— can I put it in my mouth? Please?”
“Gentle.” Alec encouraged her with the hand in her hair. “Watch your teeth.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot?” Brian said. “Teaching her. I didn’t expect that to hit so hard.”
Alec ignored him as Taylor kissed the shaft shyly, then a lot less shyly. She took the head into her mouth and he was careful to keep his hips still.
“You’ve never done this before, right?” Lisa asked and for an absurd moment Alec thougth she was addressing him. No, Brian.
“No.” He said, out of breath from his own plaesure. “Not… either way, actually. Alec’s the only one of us to do either.”
“Both.” Alec confirmed easily, voice slightly strangled as Taylor explored the shape of him with her tongue. “I’ll show you later, I’m good at it.”
He had to be, but that was beside the point. Making Brian’s legs shake as he blew his mind sounded amazing.
“You’re going to teach all of us.” Lisa said with fond amsuement, fingers brushing his temple, clearly wanting to pet his hair some more but refraining. “Exciting, right? Look at Taylor, she likes this so much.”
Taylor had him lightly in her mouth, just the first two or so inches, and she was so careful. She just got the courage to close her lips a little, not quite sucking but the natural vacuum it made incredible as she moved her head.
It was good, that she could take her time like this. That she could take it easy and learn what she liked about giving head. No rush, no force, no— anything like that. Alec’s memories moved away like river waters around a rock, staying in this moment.
He sighed, letting her rhythm guide him— not fucking up, but moving with her, mumbling nonsense.
“That’s right, tresor… go at whatever pace is easiest… ta bouche est si belle…”
“Mm, you know one of these cards says Whisper a sentence in your partner’s ear that will get them aroused.” Lisa said. “Do you think it’s too much if I card my hands through your hair? Or will it keep you grounded.”
“Was that the sentence? Because it worked.” Alec laughed. She gave up pretending she didn’t want her nails against his scalp, fingers parting his curls slowly, sweetly.
“Nah, the sentence is…” Lisa leaned in a little, whispering low enough the others wouldn’t hear.
“Calisse, woman.” Alec laughed. “Fuck. I’m trying not to bust in Taylor’s mouth.”
“What’d she say?” Rachel demanded.
“That would be telling.” Lisa sang.
“Yeah, Tattletelling. She said—” A warning pull to his hair. Alec rolled his eyes, “— I won’t repeat the exact words but she thinks Taylor looks good like this.”
“I really do.” Lisa said shamelessly. “Taylor, are you enjoying yourself?”
“Mnng.” She moaned and the vibrations traveled through him so nicely. He cursed, fingers tightening in her hair.
“Okay, that’s almost enough, I can’t— we need to worry about you, too, n’est-ce pas?” (Don’t you think?)
Taylor ignored him, pulling back a little to tongue at his foreskin. Alec started sweating.
“Fuck, that’s so dirty.” He shivered. “C’mon, ma petite puce, have some mercy.”
Taylor shook her head slowly, savoring her mouthful.
“Yes, off.” Alec laughed. “Let me return the favor, hmm?”
She flushed hard, a wave of arousal so strong he could feel it.
“She liked that,” Lisa said for the room. “Taylor, love, you have to follow his boundaries. He said not to make him cum like this.”
Taylor pulled off with a whine, which made his dick jump a little. He ached for her. For how much she wanted him, unexpectedly hot.
“What if I don’t like it?” She blurted as he and then, noticing their goal, Brian both helped her upright. Alec kissed her passionately, not bothering to start sweetly, both of them so heated, tasting himself on her tongue before he pulled back.
“You’ll like it.”
“But—” He kissed down her neck, then chest, guiding her to lay flat so he could kiss down her belly, too.
“You’ll like it.” Alec repeated, nuzzling the soft pink cotton of her panties. He focused on where her inner thighs for a moment, lips too busy to talk.
“He means he’s so good at it, you’ll enjoy it no matter what.” Lisa explained. “Which, while arrogant— is probably true. But if you don’t like it, he’ll notice before I do, and we’ll stop.”
“Oh.” Taylor said, face adorably flustered. “Okay, then.”
“But you will like it.” Alec looked up from her, mouthing at the area above her clit with just enough pressure to make her shiver. “Like, let’s not get it twisted— you will cum from this.”
“And that is a threat.” Brian said, voice shaking with laughter. “At least he’s confident?”
Alec rose one hand to flip him off before wrapping them both around Taylor’s legs, holding her open for him.
“S-shouldn’t I take my underwear off?” Taylor stuttered. Alec breathed hot over her, dampening the soaked fabric further. He shrugged.
“Depends. Do you think it’s hotter if I move it aside?” He demonstrated with a nimble finger, earning a loud squeak as he pulled her panties out of the way just a little. “That’s a yes, lovebug.”
“Maybe.” She agreed, eyes closed tight. “This is so embarassing.”
“Nah.” Alec tugged her panties further, enough to lick where her hole met one lip. It was a bit bold for so early in the proceedings, but one had to consider that she had had so much foreplay already.
Waiting would be its own form of torture.
At least this was something he was good at, something he didn’t have to think about, and it was the nicest it had ever been, like Lisa’s handjob eariler. You wouldn’t think how you feel about the person fucking you could make such a difference— certainly Alec has had equally miserable experiences with people he didn’t even know as with people he hated— but apparently it could.
And he didn’t know if it was something unique to her or if it was from all the teasing, but Taylor was so responsive. He didn’t even have to use his power to cheat, though knowlede of the human nervous system in general was never a bad thing.
Her little noises started as breaths and then picked up into true moans, thighs quaking around his head and Alec grinned into her, placed kisses on and around her mons and thighs until she was giggling, high and bright and sweaty, struggling for air, and he couldn’t help but stare for a moment because she was beautiful like this.
“Alec,” She gasped, half a complaint that was ruined by her smile, and he stopped playing around. He spent several long minutes making out with her pussy the way he might her mouth, and Taylor was the kinda girl that liked a tongue fucking into her. Noted.
“So, I think she likes it.” Lisa said, sotto voice, and Rachel snorted.
“Can you cum from this?” Brian asked, jerking faster now. A faint sheen on his skin, catching the light, voice smoky. “If you can’t, we have options.”
Alec pulled back, mouth wet— hell, chin wet— and glared. In the meantime, he touched Taylor softly, weathering the first jump of surprise and then sliding a finger into her, knuckles catching on her underwear.
It slipped in easy and she clenched around him perfectly, a cry sounding out as he rubbed right where she needed it, no need to fuck around trying to find sensitive spots.
“I can literally see her nerves, thank you peanut gallery.” He flipped Brian off with his free hand.
“Oh, surely we’re spectators at least. An attentive audience.” Lisa purred.
“Courtside seats, ma Tattletale?” He added a second finger, Taylor biting her lip as he applied the perfect amount of pressure.
“VIP section.” She agreed. “We’re up in the luxury box— or is that you, sweetheart?”
Alec turned his head to the side and buried laughter in Taylor’s thigh. Then kissed it for good measure.
“I don’t get it.” Rachel panted.
“You know the box they put rich people in at a sports game?” Brian asked her, reaching his free hand out to rest on Rachel’s thigh. “If we’re watching this nice show they’re putting on, we get luxury seats like that. Up close and personal.”
“But box is also slang for pussy.” Lisa said. “So Alec’s all up in Taylor’s box, which is a way better place to be.”
Rachel snorted. “That was lame.”
“Taylor didn’t seem to mind it. Then again, Taylor’s a little busy, aren’t you, honey?” Lisa directed her words at the girl between them, quietly falling apart as they spoke. “Such a lovely show for us. I think we’re all learning we like to watch.”
“Speak for yourself.” Alec said, molesting his way down Taylor’s leg. “I’m happier to be part of the action. Speaking of, ma tresor, do you want your finale yet?”
Taylor nodded so hard he could feel it in her cunt.
“Just like that?” Brian asked skeptically.
“Keep that attitude when it’s your turn.” Alec threatened. “What part of ‘nervesight’ confuses you? Even without the literal psychic feedback, I can see her nerves flaring, see the pattern of it. I know exactly what makes you feel good.”
“Psychic, huh?” Lisa teased. “So it feels good for you, too. If you lean into it. If you poke your power for that kind of feedback.”
“Mmhmm.” Alec adjusted his wrist, changed up the angle, and Taylor gasped harshly. “I could cum with you if I wanted, tresor. Should I? I’ve been pushing that part of my power off so I can focus.”
“M-maybe? Fuck, I can’t— think—” Taylor’s entire body trembled, faintly pink from her neck down to her thighs.
“I think you could come like this, maybe, but it would take a minute.” Alec pressed another kiss to the edge of her panties. “Most people can’t just from internal stimulation like this. I need to play with your clit a little to knock you over.”
“K-kay?”
He was regretting a little not taking her underwear off entirely but she wasn’t complaining as he forced it out of the way, nuzzling into where she was most swollen.
“You’re so fucking close. So sensitive. Your nerves are singing, love.”
Taylor covered her mouth and yelled into it, muffled and overwhelmed.
Alec quirked his fingers, wrapped his lips around her clit and gave it just a small, rhythmic bit of sucking, and she came apart around him, screaming. Her hand did nothing to muffle it, thighs clamping tight to trap him, a rush of slick coating him down to the wrist.
“Jesus.” Brian said, half a prayer, and on his other side Rachel rushed to follow, fingers so harsh on herself. Alec was the only one looking when she gave a little grunt and her cunt twitched and spasmed.
“Nice.” Alec said, alterting the others, and Brian jerked to watch Rachel with a curse.
“Isn’t she overwhelmed?” Lisa asked Alec, more concerned about Taylor, and he shot her an offended glance— which, for him, was still mostly a neutral expression.
“How many times will we fuck before you all trust me to be good at this?” Alec asked, gently working his fingers in Taylor, gentling her down from it. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Oh, you— of course, you can feel if something spikes as too much.” Lisa frowned at him. “You cheat worse than I do.”
“My power doesn’t turn off.” Alec countered. “Might as well use it to stop pretty girls from getting overwhelmed in the bad way. Speaking of, Rachel— don’t make me come over here.”
“Do it, pussy.” She had a wild smile. “It only hurts a little and I want to go again. It’ll smooth out soon.”
“You’re not supposed to push through overstim, crazy girl.” Alec said. “Look at Taylor. I get her through the major peak and then work her back up to that level. Do you want another?” He asked her, almost idly, and Taylor started cussing him out.
He laughed.
“I’m feeling a little inadequate.” Brian said idly, slowing his pace down to really edge. To watch and be able to talk at once. “Okay, a lot inadequate. For the record? Some of us are just mere mortals and need your words if something is too much or too little.”
“Skill issue.” Lisa, Alec and Rachel said, making Brian laugh a little deeper than normal.
“Don’t need a power for body language.” Rachel said gruffly, spreading her thighs a little wider. “Just gotta… fuck, pay attention.”
“Yeah, Brian.” Alec said, “You’ve got to pay attention.”
His wrist worked a little faster and Taylor started gasping little, frantic “oh, oh, ohs” that built in speed as her body tensed and untensed.
“Breathe,” Alec reminder her as she clenched up and stayed that way, chasing the pleasure of his hand, hips rocking into the touch. “If you tense up too hard, it won’t happen.”
“I— you— fuck you—” Taylor managed, laughing a little with exhaustion.
“If you like.” Alec cut a pale glance over to Brian. “I can make you cum from that, too, but it takes a bit more work.”
“That’s not normal either.” Brian said, biting his lip as he widened his stance. “Don’t get used to that kind of thing, I’ve heard— ah— most women can’t orgasm from, uh, penetration like that.”
“Skill issue.” Alec laughed under his breath again and Brian swatted at his thigh, the only piece he could reach.
“I’ll show you skill, you little monster.” Brian’s breath hitched. His hand was moving so much faster, almost a blur under his boxers, and he couldn’t look away from them.
“Lisa, touch her chest.” Alec said, eyeing the girl under him— and the nerves underneath.
“I thought we were sticking with two at a time?” A blonde eyebrow raised and Alec shook his head.
“I can’t reach and these two are busy, c’mon.” He slowed down, trying to time it right. Kissed Taylor’s knee in apology.
“Fine.” Lisa crawled forward the few feet. “Oh, Taylor, tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
She looked like she’d run ten miles and was barely capable of words. It was a great look on her. Lisa and Alec both had thought she needed to relax for weeks now and finally they’d found a way to make it happen.
He was kind of smug about it, actually.
Lisa’s palms started on Taylor’s shoulders, petting down, green eyes wide. She cupped both breasts with a reverant touch, lifting and petting. Taylor arched into her hands.
“Is it— okay— it might— ‘m not— sorry,” She spoke complete nonsense but Lisa had an advantage in bed, too.
“Shh, honey, you look so good. You’re so lovely like this. Exactly what we want.” She reassured, increasing pressure, and Alec could tell the exact moment she cheated with her power because Taylor jerked hard, exactly as planned.
He rubbed firmly on her upper wall and let his thumb glide over her clit, just this side of too much. Her scream actually was muffled, this time, because Lisa kissed her sweetly at the right moment.
“Don’t let her bite your tongue off.” Alec said sharply, relaxing when he saw it was a less invasive kiss than that. “Sorry, nevermind.”
“That’s a thing?” Brian demanded.
“Some people lock their jaw when they orgasm, shut up.” Alec felt a small flush touch his cheeks. “Do you need some help?”
“I-I—” Brain stuttered a little. “Hmm, maybe?”
Longer sentences seemed beyond him but he also looked like he hadn’t anticipated the offer at all.
Alec made his leg twitch a couple times to prepare his nerves and then slid in.
“Lisa, what did that last card say?”
“Uh?” She asked, pulling away from Taylor for a second. Taylor chased her down and demanded more kisses. She was far more sensitive this time, so he kept his hand right where it was and didn’t move except for what was required to keep it from being uncomfortable— small shifts here and there.
“Oh, it was— Taylor, come on— let me— real quick—” Lisa giggled into the myriad of kisses. “Get your partner hot and bothered without touching them directly.”
“Perfect.” Alec said, with a little laugh. “This is the definition of indirect touching.”
“If you’re going to be in him, you should just fuck.” Rachel offered her opinion. “Get inside him for real.”
“I’m sure Brian’s not ready for that kind of thing,” Alec said, trailing Brian’s hand down his chest as the other— still in the older boy’s control— worked his poor cock.
“Why?” Rachel demanded.
“It’s a bit adventurous for a first time, especially with a guy.” Alec shrugged. “I’m surprised he was so easy to kiss me— no offense, Bri.”
“Offense taken, and also fuck you.” Brian said, laughter taking the edge off. “I’m not repressed.”
“If you say so.”
“Touch my cock, asshole.” Brian took his head off and moved lower. He waited until Alec’s stolen hand wrapped around him before rubbing behind his balls, pleasure splashing through him in waves.
“Oh, damn.” Alec breathed, setting up a brutal pace, “This is going to be quick.” He admitted.
“That’s the idea.” Brian bit his lip and his fingers brushed over his hole, before grumbling: “I’ll show you repressed.”
“No need to push yourself on my account.” Alec said, face going utterly blank as the feedback picked up, as it started to feel like his hand on his own cock.
“I wasn’t even thinking of you.” Brian lied. “I fuck myself imagining Rachel’s strap.”
“Jesus.” Alec sped up, feeling Brian’s toes curl. “I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to talk like that.”
“I don’t have one.” Rachel grunted. “But that’s hot, real hot— I like that. Someone buy me a dick.”
“First thing in the morning,” Brian agreed. “We can show Alec what he’s missing.”
“Hateful.” Alec said, squeezing him a bit painfully on the next stroke, listening to him gasp. “Forgive me for assuming, then. In my defense, it just seemed kind of obvious.”
Brian rubbed a fingertip over his opening, sweet pressure alighting the nerves there. Alec cussed. It dipped in and they both shuddered.
“Okay, fine, fine! You’re not scared of anal, you’re not repressed, you would let me bend you over something and be totally normal about it.”
“Well— maybe not— but I’m not scared.” Brian laughed. “We can go slow. But it’s not off the table.”
“Noted.” Alec stole Brian’s other hand— both his hands— and switched up the angle a litte, timing things a little better. Each stroke was punctuated by a firm rub over where pleasure sparked through his nerves, and Brian made it maybe five pumps before giving a hoarse cry and coming all over himself.
Alec jerked, barely— barely— not tumbling over with him. It was so close, a single touch would have made all the difference.
He worked Brian through it with a slow, easy grip, fingers stained with his release. It was habit to bring the digits up to his mouth to taste it, something Alec didn’t even think twice about until Brian made a surprised noise, cheeks burning.
“Oh, my bad.” He said with his own mouth, mirroring it unconsciously, flicking his tongue against his fingers.
“It’s— fine.” Brian laughed. “God. Warn a guy.”
“Next time.” Alec promised. “Anyone else? Lisa?”
“I’m good.” She was still being kissed all over the face by a very determined Taylor. “As hot as all this is, I’m not really feeling like taking my pants off.”
“That’s code for doesn’t want to fuck tonight,” Alec realized. “Cool, cool. I respect it.”
Taylor made a disappointed whine.
“Sorry, lovebug. I’ve been enjoying this, really.” Lisa patted her consolingly. “Alec’s still hard, though, if you want to do something about it.”
“Won’t take much.” The pretty boy admitted. “I’m… really worked up over here.”
Taylor’s pupils were so wide. Also, she apparently got touchy-feely and aggressive after a few orgasms, becuase she wasted no time in pushing him down.
Alec laughed and received her, wrapping his arms around her as he was kissed soundly. She was so loose-limbed and sweet.
“We should make you cum more often, lovebug.” He was silenced with another kiss, more confident than normal.
He felt Brian cleaning up with someone’s discarded shirt and let that connection fade with a parting kiss to the other boy’s hand. Felt Brian blush for it.
“Feeling brave, tresor?”
Taylor nodded, nuzzling into him. To their other side, Rachel got impatient with her own hand and snagged Brian, pulling him down to her head first.
“We could— hang on, Brian, drink something first.” Alec paused and threw a discarded, half-empty water bottle to him. “C’mon, I just had jizz in your mouth, dude.”
“I— guess?” Brian took it with red cheeks and took a swig. “Why’d you have to phrase it like that?”
His complaint fell on deaf ears.
“Rach, don’t let him finger you, either, he’s got cum on his hands unless he washes them first.”
“I don’t need his fingers, just his mouth.” She said impatiently. Brian paused, emptied the rest of the bottle onto his shirt-rag and wiped his mouth quickly.
Alec laughed as he turned back to an extremely loose and boneless Taylor, draped over him and lazily making out with his neck.
“What to do with you, hmm?” He wondered. “Lisa, any ideas?”
“You’re the expert.” She rose a pointed brow.
“You’re the psychic.” He countered. “I’m too hard to think like this, have some pity.”
“Oh, no, pretty boy has an armful of gorgeous girl and too many options for places to put his dick. I’m sure I’m drowning in sympathy.”
“Sarcastic bitch.” Alec sighed. “And does the lovebug have an opinion?”
Taylor paused to think about it, then nodded slowly, eyes blown wide. She looked high.
Hm. Flattering.
He smiled at her and she smiled back, kissing him.
“You can’t even talk right now, can you?” He touched her cheek.
Taylor shrugged.
“Okay, sweetheart. How do you want me?”
Taylor pushed him back again, until his back hit the mattress and she could straddle him. She kissed his neck and chest, flipping her curtain off hair out of the way impatiently.
Alec huffed with amusement as she gnawed at his pecs, pausing to suck roughly at his nipples.
“Fuck, I love her like this.” Lisa said, watching hungrily. “Not a self-conscious bone in her body.”
There was a joke in there about putting a French-Canadian bone in her body, but Alec found himself too breathless to make it.
“Dangerous like this.” He corrected, looking for something to hold on to and finding nothing. He settled for keeping his hands on her shoulders as she sank down. “Don’t bite there.” He reminded her.
Taylor shot him an unimpressed look as she pulled his cock into her mouth, much smoother this time. No hesitation at all, and she sucked right away. Alec’s head dropped back, baring his throat.
He moaned.
Brian echoed him, muffled by pusssy. The lucky bastard. Lisa laughed at him, so the thought was probably painted across his face.
“Is this your plan, tresor? You want me to finish in your mouth?” He carded through her hair and Taylor shivered. She pulled off and shook her head.
“Oh?” He waited and Taylor pulled on his thigh impatiently.
He bent his knee obligingly and—
Was in no way prepared for Taylor to slide her little hand against his ass with a languid self-confidence.
She tilted her head in question and Alec gave a little laugh. He swallowed, consciously relaxing.
“Sure, lovebug, but take it easy on me, okay?”
Taylor bit her lip and trailed her fingers over his cleft, dipping briefly against his hole. Oh, they didn’t have any lube. Spit would probably work for a finger or two if she was nice about it, or honestly borrowing pre from either of them— the idea of Taylor using some of her ample wetness from two orgasms was particularly hot— but the Thinker 7 in the room rolled her eyes.
“Hand.” Lisa said to Taylor, putting one of her own out. Taylor obeyed without question, cruelly abandoning Alec’s ass to do whatever Lisa wanted.
“Oh, that’s smart actually.” She squeezed an unrolled condom until the excess lubricant dripped onto Taylor’s fingers.
“I try.” Lisa’s lips pursed, damned by faint praise, but her eyes were amused. And appreciative. Of, just, his whole situation— naked with an equally undressed Taylor draped over him. “You’re lucky Brian buys the brand that has all this extra lube.”
“I’ll thank him later.” With head, probably. Once he was done giving Rachel some, and enjoying life over there from the sounds of it.
“Done?” Taylor asked, sounding terse and impatient.
“Yes, that’s all we got. Rock his world.” Lisa sat back to enjoy the show.
“Kay.” Taylor slid right behind his balls and started touching his hole like she was on a mission. Alec jumped. So did his cock, which was really very patient during this whole, long night.
“Full disclosure: this isn’t going to last long.” His head fell back. “It usually takes a litlte bit more than some amateur fingering, don’t be disappointed if it doesn’t work as easily in the future.”
Taylor kissed below his knee, much like he’d done with her earlier. It made his heart warm knowing he’d taught her this.
Admittedly he kind of expected it to be not great, being her first time and all, but he was pleasantly surprised when she kept it gentle. Alec swallowed.
He could take it, but it had been a while, and it was strangely touching to be handled with care.
His cock was flush against his belly, pre leaking onto his navel, and because Rachel was a cruel woman, he noticed how pink it was— and flushed.
“There you go.” Lisa said in a low voice. “Rub just a bit more and then— yes, press in now.”
Taylor pressed one lubricating fingertip in and Alec stayed nice and relaxed for her. He could do that much at least, if he could do anything.
His hips shifted a little and he bit his lip, a shuddery breath escaping.
It really had been a while. Years, even. He hadn’t forgotten how to take it, make it as easy as possible.
Taylor was nice about it, more rubbing than thrusting, and clearly concerned with trying to make it feel good.
“Just a little, yeah, curl your finger.” Alec murmured, cheeks stained a little pink. “Ah, like that.”
“Give him another.” Lisa decided, and though he prepared for it, instead of shoving in Taylor pulled out completely, rubbed both fingertips over his opening until it twitched and relaxed, before slowly pressing in again.
Alec let his legs fall open a little more, arching his back.
“Brian’s going to be pissed he missed this.” Lisa said, a quiet aside, and Alec snorted.
“You want to record it for him?” Alec rose a brow, flush dipping down to his chest. “We could watch it and jerk off later.”
“You know what?” Lisa fished her phone out of her pockets, which she could totally do since she was still dressed. “I’m pretty sure it’s a horny life choice you’ll regret later, but we can delete it if you do.”
“Such faith in me.” Alec laughed in response, shaking his head. “Get my good side, Tats.”
“Annnd just like that the video is breaking the rules. Literally three seconds in.” Lisa sighed. “Do secret identities mean nothing to you?”
“You’re the— the one who expects— coherency from someone—” he broke off with a amused moan and Taylor hummed, pleased.
She nuzzled closer and for a moment he wondered if she was going to suck his cock into her hot little mouth again, and then his cheeks burned hot as he thought for a split second she might lick around her fingers.
Taylor mouthed at his balls instead, which was surprising but not unexpted rimjob surprising, and felt really nice. How did he look from her point of view?
This worked up, the thought was enough to blend their eyesight. Alec stared at himself. Faintly pink all over, not too obvious but more than his usual pale state. Midnight black curls spilling across the daybed.
The position was all sex, hands clutched at the mattress, nipples rock hard, everything about him would make for a good video at least. And then where Taylor was knelt, it was an even lewder image: balls drawn up, dick dark and wet, legs spread and twitching as her hand disappeared under him, fingers working slowly in and out.
He closed his eyes and cut the feedback, focusing on Lisa instead, a calm in the storm to his power.
“Close.” He admitted. He slid one hand along his hip and inward, wrapping loosely around his cock. It was so senstive the touch stung and before he could get used to it, Taylor swatted his hand.
“Calisse, darling, it’s not often I can—” She didn’t speed up, per say, but she gave it to him harder, starting a rocking motion that rubbed right against his prostate and he broke off with a hoarse cry.
“I think she wants you to try.” Lisa said, amused. “You’re close, right? Cum just like this, from her fingers in you. We want to see.”
“Evil.” Alec muttered. “Fuck, sacrement, I— I can try.” He bit his lip and relaxed into it, hips twitching up.
“Then we’ll really have a show.” Lisa continued, trying to drive him insane, apparently. “Imagine we get that on film, sweetheart. Our sweet girl coming all over his belly without a hand on him, cock twitching and begging for a touch.”
“Now you have to delete it.” Alec shook his head. “The— the girl, thing— that’s not—”
“It’s hot.” Lisa adjusted the camera to see him better, to see his flushed— everything, really.
“I’m really not a girl.” He gasped.
“Mm, I know. But you can be our sweet girl, sometimes, because it makes you hard. Can you come like a girl, just from being fingerfucked?”
“Not— often.” Alec managed, gasping. His every breath was punctuated with little noises by now, whining things he couldn’t keep to himself, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
It was hot. Shouldn’t be, but it was, knowing that he’d be hearing it on the recording later, that Brian might watch it with that intense gaze and get hard from it.
“I think you can.” Lisa said. “Look at your little cock twitching, it wants to come.”
“Not little,” He insisted.
“No,” The blonde agreed. “It’s the perfect size. I want it in my hand, again. Want my turn with you in my mouth.”
“Lis.” He complained, then his breath hitched. “Ah, tresor, please— fuck— baise-moi, baise— m’enculer!”
“Good girl.” Lisa enunciated clearly and he cursed loudly.
“Lisa I will bite—!”
“Taylor, sweetie, he’s right on the edge. Slow down and rub hard inside.”
Easy for her to say, as if that would—
“Ahh!” Alec tensed all over, back lifting off the fucking bed. Pleasure washed white-hot over him, with a lot more teeth than usual— nothing was touching him, no one, it was— so much—
Ropes of cum pulsed out of him, poor cock trembling, and slid messy down his abs. Each shot was a punch to the soul and Taylor’s fingers felt huge in him— no, he was just clenching down on them like an idiot—
He tried to speak and a garbled noise escaped him.
Lisa laughed, because she was cruel. Taylor used her free hand— the other very much a trapped hand— and pet soothingly along his skin, becuase she was an angel.
Alec fought to get his breath back.
His cock spasmed weakly, a thick line of jizz drooling into his belly button. Gross.
“I’m not deleting the video.” Lisa decided. He started to gather the energy to cuss her out, a bit, then caught on to the loud insistance of his power. Her nerves were alight, thighs rubbing together, lips parted. Breathing shaky.
“Enjoy the show, Lis?” Alec looked up with a smirk and pale eyes smoldering. “We can do something about that, you know.”
She looked like she was seriously considering it.
“No, one of us has to stay sane about this.”
“That’s… quitter talk.” A wave of exhaustion hit him. “Taylor, be so careful pulling out, please.”
She nodded seriously.
A beat passed. Lisa laughed under her breath. Alec blushed again.
“But do actually pull out.” He exhaled shakily. “Please.”
Taylor watched him for a moment beofre nodding. She pressed sweet kisses down his thigh. And he has done this before, so he kept as relaxed as possible as she slid out with impossible gentleness.
The care made his eyes prickle for some reason. Probably he hadn’t blinked in too long, watching her.
“There you go.” Lisa murmured, carding fingers through his curls, which seemed to be her favorite contribution to the night’s proceedings. Alec leaned into it before he could think about it. “Good boy.”
“Finally.” He huffed, lips fighting a smile.
“You two good?” Lisa looked over to the other couple, to find Brian finishing up a loving kiss to Rachel’s second set of lips. He sat up, visibly gave up halfway through, and just flipped onto his back.
Rachel looked at him with a considering expression exactly like she was contemplating swinging a leg over and fucking his face.
“We almost stopped to come watch.” Brian said, sounding utterly spent. “Then Lisa pulled out her phone. I need to see that. As soon as my cock recovers.”
“Tomorrow, then.” Lisa said with a pointedly risen brow. “I think everyone here has reached their quota of les petites morts.“
“Except you. ‘s unjust, Tats.” Alec pawed weakly at her thigh, half-heartedly pulling her in and she shrugged him off with the strength of someone not rendered low by orgasms. Beautiful, beautiful orgasms.
Shit, she spoke French? For him? Just for fun? Either way it was hot, she should sit on his face about it.
Lisa booped his nose with her phone.
“I’ve got a date with my vibrator, trust.” She pocketed the device, reaching dwon to cup his face. He looked up at her like a queen, dazed. “Because that was inspiring, sweetheart.”
“Not here?” Why? Did they do something wrong?
“Feels gross.” Lisa shrugged one shoulder. “Don’t want all the hands, the touching.”
“Oh.” That was okay then. Alec hated the gross hands and the touching. “‘m glad you have your toy, then. Call me if it doesn’t work, I can fuck you without touching you.”
“My hero.” Lisa leaned down and kissed him sweetly. “I will definitely keep that in mind. And the video. I’ll be turning your performance over in my brain avidly.”
“Tease.” Brian complained. “Send it to me, I don’t want to wait until you’re done.”
“If you watch that video tonight we’re going to have to go kidnap Panacea, because you’ll be a dessicated husk by morning.” Lisa stood up, petting Alec gently before letting go. He complained, but she just nudged Taylor closer.
Taylor wrapped around Alec and they basically got glued together instantly from the sweat and come.
“Gross.” Lisa proclaimed. “Do any of you have the energy for a shower?”
They all laughed and denied having any such thing, so she sighed. Exaggeratedly. Fondly. Like she loved them. Alec basked.
“Then I’m throwing some wet wipes in here. Use them. You’ll wake up so disgusting, otherwise.”
“Fuck you, we smell great.” Rachel countered. “The whole room smells like sex and happiness. Love.”
“The room smells like debauchery and ejaculate.” Lisa said flatly. “Clean up before you put on blankets, we don’t need the stains.”
Alec laughed because that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, for some reason. Taylor giggling and kissed him. He kissed back.
“You’re all fuckdrunk.” Lisa muttered, but she was smiling. “Okay, clean up, cuddle, and maybe if you’re not still gross I’ll join you when I’m done.”
“Nnnno, not out here.” Alec complained. “My bed. ‘S big enough. Please?”
“Lisa. Wet wipes?” Brian asked, struggling with his elbows until he could sit up properly.
Lisa disappeared, but soon Brian was there with the wet and the cold and the blegh.
“Stop squirming, you’re ridiculous.” The older boy said quietly, fighting a smile. “You can’t cuddle with ejaculate all over you, you’re a walking pregnancy hazard.”
“You cuddle me, then.” Alec complained. “I can’t get you pregnant. Probably.”
“That was not reassuring.” Brian said.
Alec stretched and yawned.
“Who knows, with powers shit? Maybe if you wish really hard the part of your brain that gave you superpowers will spawn in a—”
“Please do not finish that sentence.” Brian covered his mouth. “I love you so much but if you jinx me with parahuman mpreg shenanigans I will kick your ass.”
“You know what mpreg is?” Alec squinted blearily up at him.
“Have you met Aisha?” Brian said dryly. “I know so many things. None of them willingly. Taylor, are you good?”
Looking over saw her slowly, meticulously, running a wet wipe over every inch of skin. It was strangely enticing. Methodical. Like weird porn, watching a naked girl do something with intense concentration.
Brian and Alec both watched for a while. Finally, she was done, and held the wipe out for Brian.
“Thank you.” He said, with a smile. Taylor leaned forward and kissed him— sensually, like she had Alec, going straight for the open-mouth and tongue.
“She’ll be back to normal tomorrow, right?” Brian said warily as he pushed her back (Taylor pouted).
“Eh, probably.” Alec lifted half a shoulder in a shrug. “She needed this so bad, I can’t imagine not getting off ever. And she’s so tense, normally? Maybe we can take turns fucking her until she relaxes.”
Taylor moaned.
“See, she likes the idea.”
Brian swallowed hard, no doubt beguiled by the image of them taking turns passing out backshots. Alec yawned hugely.
“Anyway, my bed?” He asked hopefully. He stretched his arms out and wiggled his fingers.
“You’re joking.” Brian said flatly, but he was smiling.
“You bench five hundred, big guy, I’m pretty sure you can carry me across the loft.”
“Anything for my pretty girl.” Brian stood and carefully pulled Alec up to his feet. His legs wobbled badly.
“Gah, this again.” Alec complained with a moan into Brian’s tit.
“If you don’t like it, you can tell us to stop.” Brian curled arms around him, pushing fingers through Alec’s hair. He almost fell asleep standing up, relaxing into it utterly. “Consider it good practice.”
“Prcti’ce fr what?” Alec rubbed his nose into Brian’s chest hair. Soft, a little scratchy, so strong.
“God, Lisa’s right, we need someone sober.”
“‘m not drunk.” Alec protested.
“You’re doing great.” Rachel said, amused, much more coherent than the other two.
“Thanks.” Brian said dryly. “You could help.”
“Naw, you got this. Plus, it’s cute as fuck.” Rachel paused. “But I will take Taylor.”
Taylor made an eager noise and practically melted into Rachel’s arms. She started kissing Rachel’s neck.
They all paused.
“Are we sure she can’t… go again?” Rachel asked, brows furrowing.
“Nooo, I’ll die.” Alec whined, eyes still closed. Brian pet him reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, love, you would not be on tap for that. Rachel’s the only one who could possibly.”
Taylor made an excited, questioning noise.
“No.” Rachel said, amusement evident. Taylor bit her and whined. Rachel considered. “…Maybe.”
“No.” Brian said, more firmly. “If you get her again, she might be like this forever. And while it’s cute—” He added, after Taylor’s wide eyes look at him, “— it’s not really sustainable. Sorry, baby, it’s just not.”
Taylor gave a long sigh, long and drawn out and put upon.
They— eventually— made it to Alec’s room. Alec was not helpful, but he wasn’t a hindrance. Taylor was a bit of a hindrance. Rachel stopped short of actively making things worse, but she was smirking about it.
“Jesus, why the fuck is your bed so big?” Brian asked, after he had successfully deposited two pale brunettes with light eyes and cuddly, grabby hands onto the sheets.
Taylor and Alec pretty much instantly curled into each other, which was cute but not convenient for anyone.
“For this. Duh.” Alec pressed lazy kisses to Taylor’s collar and Brian swatted his ass. He jumped badly, and did a high-pitched snicker. “Hey, you can’t spank me, we didn’t talk and agree to that.”
He rolled his eyes and giggled with Taylor again.
Brian looked up at the ceiling for patience.
“Don’t kiss her, asshole, you can’t give it up if she needs more.”
“I maybe could.” Alec pouted, before yet more crazed giggles. Taylor was matching him. It shouldn’t have been so cute. “Nah, okay, I totally would die. You’re so needy, tres-tray-Tay—” He broke off laughing, and nuzzled into her.
Taylor bit his cheek, lightly.
“No, it’s good, it’s so hot, I like it.” Alec promised nonsensically. “Briannnn, when are you coming to bed?”
“Now, I guess.” Brian shook his head with a grin as he climbed in. He first thought to go for Taylor, since he hadn’t really had any time with her during their very long night— date night,in hindsight— but Rachel practically elbowed him out of the way on her way to the other girl.
Also, Alec made the happiest little noise as Brian settled in behind him.
“You’re so fucking big,” The boy breathed, staring wide-eyed over his shoulder. “I wanna feel up your chest, see how your muscles feel.”
“Tomorrow.” Brian promised, but his voice cracked a little. He was blushing again. Amazing.
“Nice.” Alec said, apparently satisfied, as he pressed back against Brian.
Brian would like to say he was overwhelmed with how beautiful and silly his partners were, how full of love and innocent affection he was, but that would be a lie.
Mostly because Alec pressed his ass against him and Brian was immediately, brutally reminded that Taylor had already done most of the work, and Brian could probably fuck him. In this position, even.
Alec, Rachel and even Taylor fell asleep easily.
Brian was still awake and suffering when Lisa slipped into bed on Rachel’s other side, smirking at him.
“Having trouble?” She mouthed obviously, and Brian had never wanted a to hit a woman before— and he still didn’t. He thought about spanking her, though, and blamed Alec for putting the idea in his head.
Brian sighed and slid out of bed, careful not to disturb the painfully cute picture of Alec’s dark curls mixing with Taylor’s, their heads together and so sweet in sleep.
“Give me your phone.” He whispered, grumpy but quiet enough not to wake anyone.
Lisa snorted but handed it over.
“Have fun~” She teased, barely a breath, and Brian stopped before leaving. He paused for a moment, glancing at her eyes, giving her a moment to see his intentions. Lisa’s breathing sped up and her eyes went dark and she didn’t say a thing, so he dipped close and kissed her hotly.
They couldn’t be too loud, not without rousing the others, but that just made it so damn sexy. They spent far too long kissing, open-mouthed and desperate like they were doing something else entirely, before Lisa eventually pulled away shaking.
“Go.” She murmured into his mouth. “Turn the shower on, watch your video, then actually shower. You stink.”
“Join me?” Brian drew his palm over her cheek.
“… No.” Lisa said, biting her lip. But she thought about it.
Brian grinned.
He went to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. It masked the noise pretty well, but just in case he spread a cloud of darkness around the room, blacking out the noise entirely.
The video broke important parts of his brain.
He despaired of going back to lay in bed with Alec again, spooning the boy from behind knowing what that he could do that, potentially on Brian’s cock, but jerking himself raw in the shower helped.
He ran it on cold for a full ten minutes with his teeth gritted, cock still angrily insisting they could power through this and find a slick home between their— boyfriend’s? Maybe? Please?— legs.
Eventually he felt restrained and human enough to go to sleep without poking someone, and came to bed. He paused in the doorway, feeling unexpectedly tender at the sight of the four of them, peacefully asleep, easily fitting on the stupid-huge bed— with room for Brian.
He slid into bed behind Alec and smiled when the boy immediately made a pleased sound, pressing his freezing cold toes against Brian’s calves.
“Love you.” He pressed a kiss to Alec’s bare shoulder, pulilng him close. Taylor followed, not willing to let the pretty boy escape even in sleep, and that kicked off a domino effect of women scooting closer.
“Gay.” Alec muttered, without even bothering to wake up. Brian sighed. Of course.
He’d get him back for that in the morning.
For now, he could fall sweetly asleep. And if Taylor wanted to play any other games in the future, he’d… probably play it happily, actually.
This one had worked out just fine, after all.