The tension in the room was enough to make anyone nervous, but Ronan, distracted by his hot boyfriends, wished they would just get on with it. But, Gansey was nothing if not patient, and took his sweet time taking off his tie, unbuttoning the cuffs, and rolling up his sleeves.
Adam, whose patience was not as great but who had experience drawing things out for Ronan, looked entirely focused on Gansey as well. It wasn’t the first time they did this, but it was the first time they sat down to go over rules and safe words, Gansey refusing to improvise if they wanted to do this again.
Once he finished rolling up his sleeves, he turned to Adam and undid his tie and the first button of his shirt; Adam let him, keeping intense eye contact with him the whole time.
Ronan thought it was unfair just how much they were touching each other already when Ronan was told to sit down on the bed and remain still and silent until given further instructions. He didn’t want to sit down and wait, he wanted them to fuck him within an inch of his life and maybe choke him a bit, was that too much to ask?
Gansey turned to Ronan then and said, “undress now.”
“I could’ve been doing that already,” he snapped.
“I’m sorry, I seem to recall I asked you to stay silent?” Gansey’s commanding tone shut him up immediately. Gansey wasn’t like other Doms that would punish for the smallest offense, but he liked to be obeyed, he was used to it.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“What was that?” Adam asked, Ronan didn’t have to look at him to hear the smirk on his face.
“I said I’m sorry.”
“Sorry what?”Adam was taunting him, he knew it, but he still replied.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“That’s better.”
Ronan, undressed, sat back down on the bed, head hung low, feeling the men in the room looking down at him.
The next thing he knew, Adam gently pushed him to lie down, settling his head on a pillow. Gansey, now by the bedside table, took his hand and tied his wrist to the bed with his own tie. When he was done, he quickly kissed the back of his hand. Adam, for his part, did the same for his other hand, placing a kiss on the back of his hand then a quick peck on his lips.
“Can you tap on the wall?” Gansey asked. Ronan gave the two quick taps that signaled keep going, as they had discussed. “Good.”
Gansey left him there and tilted his head to signal to Adam. They stood as far away as they could, where Ronan couldn’t eavesdrop their conversation. Ronan watched, fascinated, at how close they were, their shoulders almost touching, their breaths certainly mingling, their hearts beating as one.
They finally pulled apart and came back to Ronan, watching him in silence for a minute that felt eternal.
“Open up your legs,” said Adam,businesslike. When Ronan complied he felt terribly exposed, but Adam quickly took his place between Ronan’s legs leaning forward until his mouth was only an inch away from Ronan’s “Stay still,” he ordered, his blue eyes serious.
He kissed the side of his face, his chin, and down Ronan’s neck. Ronan threw his head back, giving him easy access to that spot right at the base of his throat where he always left a mark.
Next to the bed, he heard Gansey undoing the fly of his pants, and when he turned his head to the side, he saw him jerking off, slowly, methodically at the image of both of them in bed.
Just then, Adam bit him, hard enough to bruise, and repeated the motion a couple of times until he made a pleased sound. The soft vibrations of Adam’s lips against his neck had his dick hardening against Adam’s thigh.
Adam continued to drop gentle kisses across his chest, in contrast with the bites that came interspersed between them. His hands followed his mouth, short nails scraping softly, leaving red marks behind them that he would later kiss again.
Ronan looked down at Adam when he got to his stomach, following with hungry eyes. He didn’t get to properly appreciate it, because Gansey chose that moment to kneel next to him, his beautiful semi-hard cock in his hand, extremely close to Ronan’s mouth.
“Keep it warm, will you?” he asked. “Easy. Don’t suck.”
Ronan did as he was told, wrapping his lips around Gansey’s cock until it rested inside of his mouth, hardening against his tongue. He wanted to suck, but if he behaved, there would be a nice reward for him in the end.
Adam chose that moment to touch his dick with his slender fingers, wrapping them around it, giving a lazy tug that made Ronan’s hips cant upward.
“Stay still, I said,” warned Adam, his mouth against his hip, sucking a bruise.
After a while, Adam’s kisses trailed all the way down to his balls, the tip of his tongue wandering further south until his breath was directly over his hole.
“Are you good?” he asked. Ronan knocked on the wall twice. “Good.”
Then, without a warning, he pushed Ronan’s legs open just shy of too much and licked along his ass crack, his tongue lingering near his hole. It wasn’t the first time one of them had rimmed him, but it still sent a jolt of electricity at the unexpected wetness between his legs.
At that point, Gansey grabbed his hair, tilting his head to give him a better angle to fuck his face. Ronan’s dick twitched at the mere idea of being facefucked by Gansey, of all people. Suddenly, all he wanted was to have his hands available to touch himself, but he made the valiant effort to stay still as Adam asked. Gansey pushed his dick further down Ronan’s mouth but didn’t keep moving.
The tongue in his ass felt so good; by the time Adam slipped one finger inside him it was nearly impossible to stay quiet. Ronan moaned around Gansey; it earned him a moan in return.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you Ronan? You want to be used however we want.”
Ronan could’ve come with those words alone, but Adam, in tune with him as always, gripped the base of his cock tight and slipped a second finger in, pushing against the resistance inside of him. As soon as both fingers sat inside, he curled them against that soft spot that made him see stars.
Ronan lost himself in the pleasure of being prepped while he sucked Gansey off. It was almost an out of body experience, the pleasure building steadily at the bottom of his stomach.
When Adam pulled his fingers out, he whined, low on his throat, missing them already. Then, where a moment ago there were fingers pushing up inside, he felt the slick tip of Adam’s cock pushing against his entrance. Adam didn’t push inside, he just stayed there, in between Ronan’s legs, with his cock out of his pants, his hands running up and down his thighs.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, Lynch, you’re gonna forget your own name,” said Adam. Ronan believed him. There had been times when he went so deep into subspace, he came out of the other side non-verbal.
Instead of making good on his promise though, Adam stood up. With a gentle tug of his hair, Gansey pulled out of his mouth as well. Ronan whined.
“Come here, Adam.”
Ronan opened his eyes just in time to see them meet in the middle, one on each side of Ronan’s body. They kissed, Adam’s hands holding Gansey’s face, Gansey’s hands on Adam’s waist, bringing him closer.
They kissed and they kissed and they kissed, as if Ronan wasn’t there on display for the both of them. He ached to be touched again.
After what seemed hours but couldn’t have been more than minutes, they pulled apart with a feverish look.
“Still wanna go second?” Adam asked.
“Yeah,” replied Gansey, a little choked up. He turned to Ronan, “I’m going to untie you from the bed.”
Ronan nodded. Once they untied him from the bed though, Gansey flipped him on his stomach and tied his wrists together behind him. Adam lifted his hips, pushing his head down on the mattress, and positioned himself, his cock resting on his asscrack but not going any further.
“What’s your safe word again, Ronan?”
“Red.”
“And if you want to slow down?”
“Yellow.”
“And you will use them?”
Ronan rolled his eyes, glad to have his face hidden from view. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” asked Adam, one hand on his ass, ready to spank him. Ronan almost wished he spanked him now, but he promised to be good, so he would behave.
“Yes, Sir.”
A heavy hand spanked his right cheek then, sharp and quick, followed by Adam lining up and entering without any other warning. Despite the prep and how slick Adam’s cock was, it still burned in all the right ways until he was balls deep inside him. Ronan hissed, but the burn was quickly replaced by pleasure as Adam fucked him.
He turned his head to the side, where Gansey was watching them with heavy lidded eyes, touching himself. Ronan wished that cock was still in his mouth, but he was unable to ask for anything while Adam relentlessly fucked into him. Ronan moaned, babbling curses whenever Adam hit exactly the right spot in him.
“God, yes, yes, Adam, fuck.”
The litany of curses was paused when he was spanked again —and again, and again, and again— and Ronan found himself slipping under that delicious state where pain and pleasure are indistinguishable from each other. He was so close, his dick painfully leaking under him and he begged for release out loud.
“Not yet,” said Gansey, firmly.
“Please, Sir.”
Adam spanked him again. “Behave, Lynch.”
Then, all of a sudden, Adam pulled out, leaving his ass exposed and untouched. He almost complained, but not a minute later there was another dick inside of him. Out of the corner of his eye, Ronan saw Adam —beautifully illuminated by the fading evening light that filtered through the windows— as he came close to Gansey, kissing his shoulder, his cheek, his mouth. Ronan wished he had a better angle to truly watch them make out because it never failed to make his heart beat faster.
Gansey made use of his moment of distraction to fuck him harder, his hips snapping against his ass repeatedly until he was mumbling curses again.
He felt more than saw Adam come up next to him, laying on his back, his pants gone, stroking his cock. Gansey stopped and pulled out, moving Ronan around so that he was straddling Adam. Ronan forgot how to breathe when Adam entered him again, the new position a little uncomfortable with his arms still tied behind him. Before he could speak up to be untied, Gansey pulled at his wrists and the ties were undone.
Ronan shifted, one arm holding the head rest, then he sank deeper into Adam’s cock. From behind, he heard Gansey rearranging himself, his cock sliding inside of Ronan very slowly.
Adam moaned under them, a filthy, delicious sound that made his dick throb. Ronan was about to touch himself when Gansey’s hand came to rest on his throat, pulling him back.
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself, Ronan,” he said right into his ear.
Gansey didn’t let go of his throat once he was fully seated, but kept a firm grip on his neck while his hips snapped.
Adam, for his part, gripped the base of Ronan’s cock, tight. It would hurt if he wasn’t so aroused. A moan escaped Adam’s lips; he sounded perfect. It pleased Ronan to know he had a part in it. When Adam’s hands tightened on his hips, Ronan mumbled a prayer for the marks to still be there in the morning.
Behind him, Gansey’s quick breathing was interspersed with Ronan’s name. God, they were really driving the point home. Earlier that day, when he asked to be used, he thought they’d go easy on him, but they definitely understood the assignment.
Suddenly, a splayed hand on his ass brought him back to the bed, sharp pain and warmth shooting from the spot where Gansey spanked him. Below him, Adam pinched his nipple.
“Color?” Gansey asked.
“Green. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Ronan,” he let go of his neck, pushing him down. Adam was there to catch him, running both hands up his chest.
Gansey spanked him as he canted his hips, his thrusts matching each smack. Ronan clenched around them, close to his orgasm.
“Can I come?”
One of Adam’s hands wrapped around his throat, he pressed down gently. His other hand gripped his dick, slowing Ronan down.
“Not yet,” he said.
Gansey’s thrusts became more erratic then; he pushed inside him two, three more times and then he was coming with a drawn out groan.
Adam waited until Gansey pulled out and flipped them over, hovering on top of him. Ronan loved being under him, but he loved it even more when the hand came back to his throat and he was being fucked by Adam’s confident thrusts.
He could feel the heat pooling at the base of his spine, an electric jolt that he felt to the tip of his toes.
Just as he was going to beg to come again, Adam put two fingers on his lips. Ronan’s mouth opened out of its own volition, sucking his fingers in until they hit the back of his throat and he gagged.
He barely managed to say “can I please come? Please, can I—”
It was Adam who teased, “I don’t know, can you?”
“Please, please, may I—”
“You may,” said Gansey.
That did it for Ronan. He couldn’t warn them: one second he was sucking on two fingers; the next his vision whited out for an indeterminate amount of time. Ronan felt his cock twitch as he came all over himself.
Apparently, that also did it for Adam, whose hips thrusted once more, then pulled out and came on Ronan's stomach.
Some time passed —Ronan couldn’t be sure how much, his entire brain felt like mashed potatoes. Adam got up to grab Ronan’s t-shirt and cleaned himself, then Ronan. Gansey offered him a bottle of water that Ronan took with shaky fingers.
“Let me get that for you,” said Gansey.
“I’m fine, Gansey, but thanks,” he replied, proving his point by drinking the water by himself. “I could use some of those crackers you bought.”
Adam, already ahead, dropped the open package on Ronan’s lap.
“Eat before getting in the bed,” he warned.
Ronan threw a cracker at him, but it didn’t go far. “Asshole.”
“Do you need anything else?” asked Gansey.
He took stock of himself, eating another cracker. He was a little sore, but that was expected. All Ronan really wanted was to get under the covers and sleep.
“I’m good. I think I need to sleep.”
“Come on then,” Gansey said, throwing the covers back.
They settled in the bed with Ronan in the middle, Gansey’s hand rubbing circles into back while Adam’s fingers ran along his collarbone. He fell asleep without a chance to tell them just how good he felt during their game. Ronan guessed he’d have to find another way to thank them then.