Magic Of: Epilogue
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Corin woke up to Etienne sucking his cock and Simeon kissing his neck. As soon as he hummed and rocked his hips into the fellatio and tilted his head to give Simeon better access, they both pulled away. With an unhappy groan, Corin opened his eyes.
"Happy birthday," Simeon said, and picked up the little lapdesk that Corin used with his laptop and set it down and-- oh, it was beautiful: an omelet with peppers and onions and mushrooms and a cinnamon roll and to top it off Etienne carefully placed a cup of orange juice into Corin's hands.
Every time Corin thought that he was getting used to living with Sim and Etienne, they did something that was just weird and wonderful and made him so fucking grateful for their presence. "Thank you," he said, and dug into the food.
"Don't thank us yet," Simeon said.
The slyness in his tone made Corin look up from his food, fork frozen halfway to his mouth with a large slice of omelet on it. "What are you--"
Etienne grinned broadly. "It would spoil the present if we told you." He sounded so damned serious that Corin was instantly suspicious.
"Go on and eat your food. The real present doesn't come until later."
Simeon's words were less than reassuring for Corin, but he was going to have trouble keeping up his guard the entire day. Besides, they both owed him a blowjob and Simeon at least knew it. There wasn't much point in keeping score alone, after all.
Corin finally just shrugged and returned to stuffing his face; he trusted them to make it good, whatever it was.
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"Time for presents!" Etienne dropped a very familiar-looking bag in Corin's lap along with a kiss. Etienne's present ideas did seem to default to either lingerie or himself (wearing lingerie), so Corin wasn't exactly surprised that this was part of the proceedings.
He was slightly surprised to reach in and touch leather, not lace. Proper cuffs, well padded, and in dark brown leather rather than the obnoxious colours you normally got if you let Etienne do the shopping. (Proof, he supposed, that the cuffs were a joint effort.) Corin ran a finger along one of them-- they were obviously good quality. "They're gorgeous, thank you."
Simeon leaned over from behind the couch, arms loosely encircling Corin. "For the rest of the present you have to come to the bedroom."
The bed in their bedroom had been Etienne's, and was suitably large and unsurprisingly came with the right sort of headboard for bondage. Etienne had enjoyed giving the impression (giving Simeon the impression, at least), that he'd got a discount on it in return for sexual favours, and had sulked for a week when his mother had let it slip to Corin over coffee that most of Etienne's furniture came from her brother's store, because his uncle let Etienne have things more or less at cost.
As soon as they were through the door Etienne pounced, kissing Corin enthusiastically and making short work of his shirt. Simeon took the cuffs out of his hands. "Do you trust us, birthday boy?"
Corin broke the kiss for long enough to nod and let Simeon lead them towards the bed, with Etienne attempting to get Corin's belt off along the way. He usually only got this impatient when-- "Simeon, what have I told you about teasing Etienne?"
Simeon's grin was wicked like a wicked thing. "That I should do it more often? Think of it as part of the present."
In that case... Corin reached down to cup Etienne's cock lightly, only to have that hand captured by Simeon's. Well, he still had his other hand, and Simeon didn't stop him or say anything when he put that hand in Etienne's hair. Etienne's eyes slid closed for a moment and his desperate shedding of Corin's clothes paused-- bliss, no doubt-- but when those eyes opened they said better than words could: you're not pulling; why aren't you pulling?
But Etienne already knew the answer to that, so there was no use in giving any comment. He remembered suddenly what Simeon had asked, about trusting them, and turned to see Simeon lacing the cuffs through the metal of the headboard, then beckoning him over. He stepped out of his pajama pants-- only necessary during the winter, really-- and over to the bed.
"Of course I trust you," he said, and petted Etienne's hair and leaned over to give Simeon a kiss. When the kiss broke, Etienne pulled off Corin's sleep-shirt-- his last piece of clothing--and Simeon pushed him back against the bedspread. Corin obediently put his hands above his head, closing his eyes to better feel the cuffs as Simeon buckled them on.
"I never thought you the gullible type," Etienne said, once the cuffs were on, crawling up onto the bed and settling between Corin's spread legs. He looked to Simeon, then, asking permission to employ the blowjob he so clearly wanted to give, and Simeon nodded.
Corin meanwhile turned Etienne's words over in his head. But not for very long, because Etienne was good at blowjobs and Corin by now knew to take ninety percent of what Etienne said with a grain of salt.
"You think he'd ever get tired of sucking cock?" Simeon asked, whispering the words into Corin's ear.
By way of distraction, his hand played across Corin's collarbones, eventually meandering down to his nipples and rubbing them in slow circles. Corin whimpered a little in his throat, hoping feverently that the two of them had something infinately more amazing than a handcuffed blowjob planned for him. (But of course they did. Simeon was orchestrating, after all.)
"I think if you told him his choices were suck a cock and die or be celibate and live, he'd die choking on some lucky bastard's cock."
Simeon laughed, and Corin couldn't help a little chuckle. Etienne, meanwhile, started deep throating in a way that made Corin's eyes roll back as soon as the chuckle died off. God, but Etienne was good at sucking cock-- this was completely the wrong angle for him to get really deep, but he was sure as fuck trying anyway. Gagging a little, too, delicious tension of his throat muscles around Corin's cock.
If he kept this up, Corin was going to come. Like, soon. "S-Sim?"
"Yes?" Simeon was sitting beside Corin now, hands on both of his nipples, pinching and rubbing and playing in increasingly delightful ways.
"I-- I don't want to come too soon, becau--"
Simeon pinched Corin's nipple especially hard, jerking a high whine from the back of his throat. "What the fuck makes you think we're going to stop the first time you come?"
Corin was fairly sure, as he gasped for breath afterwards, that the combination of Etienne's blowjob and Simeon's tone had been what made him come.
Etienne swallowed, as he was wont to do, but not all of it. No, he saved a bit for Corin, crawling up his body and straddling his hips (smooth skin pressing deliciously against his oversensitive cock, should hurt but it only made him convulse a little and groan) and giving most of it to him with a kiss. Simeon was next, of course, and by the time they'd finished kissing Corin had his panting down to manageable shortness of breath.
"What next?" Corin asked, happily.
"Payback," Etienne replied, and crawled back down Corin's body.
Not just for one time, either, Corin knew. Because Corin always teased, and Etienne always got so worked up about it and-- "Mmm, that feels good. Sure this is payback?"
"Positive." Simeon pressed his lips against Corin's, and suddenly Etienne's hand rubbing teasingly up and down his flaccid cock, pressing it flat to his belly, was the farthest thing from his mind. Simeon's kisses were just that fucking good, with the way he growled in his throat and bit Corin's lip and licked and flicked his tongue in and out of Corin's mouth like some sort of goddamn lip-porno.
Simeon always did know how to work Corin up, damn him. Corin groaned into the kiss, arching against Etienne's hand and getting all touch withdrawn for his trouble.
Etienne must have touched Simeon or something-- Corin didn't believe in psychic messages, no matter how often they fucked-- because at the same moment Simeon broke the kiss and grinned. Shit-eating grin, I-know-you-want-to-hate-me grin. "See, it's your present: payback."
Because payback-- real payback, the kind that would drive Corin as crazy as he had been known to drive Simeon or Etienne on special occasions-- would take both of them, so, so he couldn't fight back, so he could do nothing but squirm and want and damn them, he was already doing both. "How long does payback last?"
Simeon tilted his head in thought, but what told Corin he was really thinking was the way he half-licked his lips. He had a tendency to do that, sometimes. Not every time, just often enough. "Until you can't come any more."
Jesus they were really going for gold stars, weren't they? Corin tried not to sound too nervous when he said, "That could take a while."
Etienne leaned into Corin's field of vision, with a manic version of a jackal's grin painted on his lips. "We're kind of hoping it will."
This was Corin's penchant for sex that lasted hours coming back to haunt him, wasn't it?
"You were right, Etienne. This might actually be payback for him." And that tone in Simeon's voice made Corin's skin crawl in the best way. He squirmed needily, whimpering, and both of them burst out into laughter.
But the squirming worked, because Etienne's hand came down on his cock, pressing it once more against his belly, broad palm rubbing from head to base and back again. Corin's eyes slid shut and he groaned happily. For the moment, he was just going to enjoy his birthday present. No thinking about the orgasm after this one, just thinking about the delicious heat of Etienne's tongue on the head of his hardening cock as his hand slid down to cup Corin's balls, massaging gently.
Simeon's mouth closed over one of Corin's nipples and Corin twisted his hands in the cuffs, wanting very badly to put his hands in Simeon's hair and direct Simeon's mouth up to his neck. Not that the nipples were a bad place, they just weren't the best place and oh fuck Etienne was starting to get creative with his blowjob. He employed his teeth a little, a light grazing that made Corin shake and moan. Skirting right on the edge of too much.
He knew, knew it was designed to make him do this but-- well, why should he deny them the confirmation of a well-executed move? "C'mon, just suck it, quit fucking playing with it."
Etienne's laugh was a soft, heh, heh, heh sort of thing, while Simeon's was a chuckle over damp skin. "He already did that, didn't he?"
"So, he can do it again," Corin said-- growled, rather, unhappily and with his hands clenched into fists.
"I can't," came Etienne's voice, sing-song, almost delighted-sounding. "It's one of the rules: one orgasm per method."
Corin felt distinctly like the Earth was falling out from under him and there he was, left standing on thin air. "No one said anything about you making me come again that way."
"This might be the pot calling the kettle a slut," Etienne retorted, still playing, "but people who are cuffed to the bed shouldn't be so demanding."
"Fuck me," Corin groaned, and squirmed. "You know you want to. Know you want to."
Etienne's gaze flicked to Simeon again, ever so briefly. "Well, I suppose you are the birthday boy." Feigning nonchalance, and not very well; Etienne was still an awful liar. He pulled away, probably to get the lube but Corin was distracted by Simeon choosing that moment to kiss his neck.
"I was going to fist you, but..."
Did that meant that anything in his ass counted and so he wasn't going to get fisted at all now? It would be entirely like Simeon to come up with some sort of stupid rule like that. "Sim, --"
"Shh." Simeon ensured his silence by pressing his hand over Corin's mouth, and that look, that expression was fucking sexy, evil and sexy and hot as hell.
Etienne returned right then with the lubricant, and Simeon pulled him into a kiss. Not a short kiss, either; it was a drawn-out affair that made Etienne make pretty, pretty sounds and ended with Simeon biting Etienne's lip and both of them looking down at Corin. Simeon uncovered Corin's mouth, too, and Corin licked his lips. "So if you're going to fist me does that mean--"
"Ah-ah," Etienne chided, wagging one finger at Corin. "We're not allowed to tell you what'll happen next, either."
Corin's eyes went wide, and he wondered if Etienne knew that Simeon had broken one of his own rules. But of course he did, because there was no other way Corin could know about the fisting.
Etienne mock-glared at Simeon now. "Though if the rules have changed..."
Simeon tugged on Etienne's hair. Not lightly. "You'd better hurry up with fucking him, or I'm going to decide you can't do it after all."
Etienne moved so quickly Corin half-expected Simeon to be left standing with a handful of blond hair. The fact that Etienne's fingers were already pressing inside of Corin made up for the lack, though.
"Isn't this the bit where you usually tell me to slow down and take my time, gorgeous?"
Usually, yeah, it completely was. But for the moment, all Corin wanted was Simeon's fist in his ass so he was willing to compromise. And if that meant a quickie, well-- there were worse things that could happen.
Much, much worse things than Etienne's talented fingers pushing in and in, stretching him just a little too quickly. Corin opened his eyes to see Simeon's hand covering Etienne's momentarily, and Etienne's frantic pace slowed a little.
"I was enj--" he said, or tried to say, but Simeon kissed him again, with heat and pressure and a groan that wrung itself free of Corin's throat when the kiss broke and Etienne pulled his fingers out.
Corin could feel Etienne's impatience in the jerkiness of his movements, in the slight tremor of excitement in his hands, in the feverish sort of look in his eyes when he pressed his cock inside of Corin. It was glorious, beautiful, and for once Corin didn't care, couldn't care, that they were going horribly fast. The sex had not begun here and would not end here; Simeon's sharp gaze as he watched was insurance enough of that.
"Does it count as different, if--" Corin cut off into a moan, arching his back as Etienne pressed Corin's legs backward, his knees nearly touching his shoulders. It took a few thrusts, a few ragged breaths, before he could find the voice for anything other than further moans. "If I come once just like this and, and once with your hands?" Because he could, he totally could, with Etienne's cock stroking back and forth over his prostate like that.
Simeon tilted his head in consideration, his hands finding Corin's nipples and pinching in a way that made Corin's whole body shake in reaction. "What do you think, Etienne?"
Etienne, whose fingers were digging deliciously into the sides of Corin's knees, made a non-committal sound and shook his head. The answer was up to Simeon, then.
And he'd better answer fairly quickly, because Etienne's unchecked pace was driving Corin quickly toward orgasm, familiar pressure at the base of his spine and pooling in his belly. Corin reached out, grasping for something, and Simeon's hand found his and held it tightly. Simeon himself leaned down and whispered, "It doesn't count as different. Want me to--"
But it was too late, because Corin was already coming again, mouth falling open as his head arched back and back and back, eyes shut tightly and body going tense all over and then loose. All at once. Loose.
Etienne groaned and came, too, and the feeling of it was amazing, being, being filled, being-- Corin didn't even know. Simeon's thumb rubbed over the back of his hand, slowly moving back and forth while Corin panted and shook with the aftershocks of the orgasm.
"Mmm," Etienne said, moving aside to give Simeon more room with lingering kisses on Corin's skin as he went. "I think you should have more payback, more often."
Corin was fairly sure that he would die if they got payback more often. Not that it would be a bad death, he thought, smile spreading over his face as Etienne crawled out from between Corin's legs and Simeon took his place.
"Now the fisting?" he asked, and was surprised at how spacey he sounded. And after just two orgasms, too-- he really must be getting out of practice.
Then again, it had been two orgasms in rapid succession. Less than half an hour between them. That no doubt... something or other. Corin lost the train of thought as Simeon's fingers brushed slickly over his hole, rough calluses from metalworking on the oversensitized flesh sending Corin back into a shuddering sort of bliss.
"He's fucking loving this, isn't he?" Etienne asked, from somewhere on Corin's left. Corin sort of wanted to open his eyes and look, but it felt like they were glued shut as Simeon continued to tease him.
Corin lost whatever Simeon's reply was-- if there was any-- because Simeon chose that moment to slide three fingers inside him. He was beyond moaning, just making a choked sort of noise in his throat as Simeon finger-fucked him slow and steady.
Etienne touched Corin's face, and Corin managed to force his eyes open for long enough to see all that blond hair and eyes dark with arousal and lips, pretty lips so very close. All he could think was that Etienne's lip gloss should have been completely gone by now, but here it looked damn near fresh. He smiled a little at that, and Simeon paused long enough to add in another finger.
Additionally, someone touched Corin's cock, and Corin made a very unmanly high-pitched sort of whine, squirming, pulling at the cuffs, but completely unable to form anything like coherent words. They'd found a plateau of arousal and were doing a good job of keeping him there; talented fingers (Etienne's, he was pretty sure) jerked him off slowly enough not to interfere, and he felt fresh lubricant being dribbled over his hole.
Any sense of time that he might have had was well and truly fucked by now; he had no idea how long they worked on him like this. Long enough that when Simeon started working his thumb in with the rest of his fingers Corin was actually kind of getting used to the way everything felt drifty and focused at the same time.
(And why was it only now that Corin was registering the lack of nails, the rubbery feeling of the glove that had been put on at some point between the initial teasing and this moment?)
Certainly, he was hard again, pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach beginning to become insistent again.
"You're fucking gorgeous, all opened up for us," Simeon told him, prompting a shiver that made him tense up the tiniest bit and only drove home the fact that Simeon was fucking fisting him-- properly, now-- and he was full, deliciously full.
"Can I--" Etienne asked, but Corin couldn't follow his words because Simeon was twisting his hand and pressing it in and out and-- he was going to come again, wasn't he? Like this, all open and exposed and Etienne's hand on his cock and Simeon's fist inside of him.
"That's it." Simeon sounded curiously breathless, but it was sexy so Corin didn't examine it.
He didn't do anything other than arch his back and pull against the cuffs to feel the solidness of them and maybe gasp a little as he came. Gasp and shake all over, feeling like he was going to shake apart in the most delicious way possible.
"Look at him go."
Simeon withdrew his hand, and if his hands had been free Corin would have tried to pull him into an embrace. As it was all he could do was jerk at the cuffs and make a mewling sort of sound, rolling his hips, even if he wasn't sure what he was not-quite-silently asking for anymore. For it to keep going, or for it to end?
"Corin," Simeon said, tone suddenly serious, like-- like a jolt, like being shaken. "If you want us to stop..."
There was more? Corin wondered, eyes opening and shutting slowly as he continued to writhe against thin air.
Well, if the fisting wasn't all, then-- then surely they were going to double penetrate him.
And if he was coherent enough to think of that, then he was coherent enough to have more sex. "More," he said, drawling the vowels and punctuating with a giggle that sounded almost drunken.
"I'm not sure that's wise," Etienne, Etienne said, which was like, like a fucking slut counseling caution, was what it was.
"'course it's wise," Corin mumbled.
"Tell you what," Simeon said, and that had to be Simeon's hand on Corin's cheek, sweaty fingertips sliding over Corin's sweaty skin. "If you can stop squirming for five seconds, we'll keep going. If not, you're done."
Immediately, Corin held still.
Sort of. His hands twisted in the cuffs (they were starting to chafe a little) and he flexed his shoulders which led to arching his back which led to rolling his hips and-- hold still. Five seconds. He could totally do it, except for the part that his second try turned out like the first, and on his third try he didn't even manage to stop moving entirely to kick off the whole process.
Fuck. Fuck.
"Or not fuck, as it were." Simeon was clearly amused, despite his lack of orgasm.
Etienne would take care of it, no doubt.
And leave Corin all handcuffed and needy and stretched open with no cocks in him. "Please," he said, and licked his lips, and asked again.
"In a few hours," Simeon promised. "Once you're coherent enough to appreciate what we're doing."
Not fair, Corin thought, but Etienne was already unbuckling the cuffs and kissing the reddened skin of Corin's wrists. "Sleep, now."
Corin didn't need telling twice. He slept.
He woke up to Simeon spooned up behind him and Etienne's lips around his cock. Evidently he'd slept enough, he thought with a little smile as he reached down and threaded his fingers through Etienne's fine hair.
"How long was I out?" Corin's voice was an octave lower than normal, and rough with sleep-- or with all the moaning and harsh panting he'd done. Or both.
Simeon pressed a kiss to the back of Corin's neck. "Two hours."
Etienne took his mouth off Corin's cock to say "long enough" and then pressed two fingers inside him, easily, and smiled up at Corin like he always did when he thought he was about to get something he wanted.
Two hours, Corin thought. "Long enough to convince Simeon that you sucking his cock should be part of the plan?"
Simeon smacked his ass, which would have made it an obvious yes even if Etienne hadn't been licking his lips obnoxiously in reply. "On your back, Etienne."
Etienne rolled over happily, pulling Corin on top of him as he went. From somewhere he'd gotten more lube, and the hand that stroked their cocks together was slick. For a moment he grabbed Corin's hips and ground up against him until Simeon growled a warning, and guided Corin into position, straddling Etienne.
"I agreed to let Simeon be on top, since he asked so nicely," Etienne said, and then yelped, presumably because Simeon had just pinched him for his cheek. Not hard enough to stop him smirking at Corin, eyes bright with amusement at his own joke-- Simeon never asked nicely, and Etienne never wanted him to.
Simeon let Corin ride Etienne's cock for a little while, Etienne not making any more jokes, just soft panting noises, genuine bliss. Simeon didn't say anything, just kept his hand moving lightly over Corin's skin and the anticipation was warm and wriggly in the pit of Corin's stomach.
The knowledge that Etienne would find Simeon's undoubtedly slow and cautious approach to this at least as frustrating as Corin did and probably more somehow didn't make him feel any better.
Well, maybe a little, not in a mean way, but the way Etienne squirmed beneath him when Simeon stopped Corin moving, breath hitching as Simeon's hands caressed both of them just at the point where they were joined-- that was hot.
And yet nothing compared to the look on his face when Simeon finally decided they were ready and Corin had a moment where he thought it wasn't going to happen, after all, and then that beautiful sensation, the feeling of being so full and Etienne's lip trembling like he was trying to stop himself moving or coming or maybe both. "Are you--"
"About half-way," Simeon said, rubbing the small of Corin's back. "Okay for me to move?" His voice was rough, like maybe he was really hoping for a yes.
"You'd better," came Etienne's response from the other side, quiet and followed by a flush that said he hadn't intended to say that out loud.
Corin smiled to himself. The pair of them were just so-- them. And he didn't want to wait any longer, either. "As someone we know might say-- fuck me, darling."
Simeon obeyed, for once. Pushed in and pulled out and dug his fingers into Corin's hips slightly (in the good way, the really good way) and fucked him. He'd done double penetration before but it hadn't felt so-- so-- just-- all through his body, warmth and wonder and Etienne's body shaking under him and Simeon's relentlessly pressing in and in and in.
"Ah," Corin said, the most coherent thing he could come up with. Over and over, higher and higher, until Etienne's hands found Corin's cock and then Corin came. For a few moments, all he felt was Simeon's breath on the back of his neck, Simeon's voice whispering in his ear, and Etienne's eyes so wide and full of awe. Then he was coming, tightening and groaning at the fullness and the stretch and-- nothing else, for what seemed like a few seconds.
When he came to, he decided it must have been longer than a few seconds, because his skin had been sweaty and was now dry and Simeon and Etienne both looked smug as fuck and-- hell, best birthday ever. Ever.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he mumbled. His throat felt rough.
"The fucking part especially," Etienne said, and kissed him soundly. Simeon took his turn next, of course, and they scooted closer until Corin was sandwiched between them, trapped in the best of ways.
"I don't think I'm going to be able to top this, as a present," Corin said, and wasn't a damn bit upset about it.
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A/N: This is set in Ambiguland. Sometimes it may seem like French Canada, other times it may seem like America, and every once in a while it looks British-- that's intentional. It's not supposed to be any one thing; it's supposed to be everything.
"Happy birthday," Simeon said, and picked up the little lapdesk that Corin used with his laptop and set it down and-- oh, it was beautiful: an omelet with peppers and onions and mushrooms and a cinnamon roll and to top it off Etienne carefully placed a cup of orange juice into Corin's hands.
Every time Corin thought that he was getting used to living with Sim and Etienne, they did something that was just weird and wonderful and made him so fucking grateful for their presence. "Thank you," he said, and dug into the food.
"Don't thank us yet," Simeon said.
The slyness in his tone made Corin look up from his food, fork frozen halfway to his mouth with a large slice of omelet on it. "What are you--"
Etienne grinned broadly. "It would spoil the present if we told you." He sounded so damned serious that Corin was instantly suspicious.
"Go on and eat your food. The real present doesn't come until later."
Simeon's words were less than reassuring for Corin, but he was going to have trouble keeping up his guard the entire day. Besides, they both owed him a blowjob and Simeon at least knew it. There wasn't much point in keeping score alone, after all.
Corin finally just shrugged and returned to stuffing his face; he trusted them to make it good, whatever it was.
"Time for presents!" Etienne dropped a very familiar-looking bag in Corin's lap along with a kiss. Etienne's present ideas did seem to default to either lingerie or himself (wearing lingerie), so Corin wasn't exactly surprised that this was part of the proceedings.
He was slightly surprised to reach in and touch leather, not lace. Proper cuffs, well padded, and in dark brown leather rather than the obnoxious colours you normally got if you let Etienne do the shopping. (Proof, he supposed, that the cuffs were a joint effort.) Corin ran a finger along one of them-- they were obviously good quality. "They're gorgeous, thank you."
Simeon leaned over from behind the couch, arms loosely encircling Corin. "For the rest of the present you have to come to the bedroom."
The bed in their bedroom had been Etienne's, and was suitably large and unsurprisingly came with the right sort of headboard for bondage. Etienne had enjoyed giving the impression (giving Simeon the impression, at least), that he'd got a discount on it in return for sexual favours, and had sulked for a week when his mother had let it slip to Corin over coffee that most of Etienne's furniture came from her brother's store, because his uncle let Etienne have things more or less at cost.
As soon as they were through the door Etienne pounced, kissing Corin enthusiastically and making short work of his shirt. Simeon took the cuffs out of his hands. "Do you trust us, birthday boy?"
Corin broke the kiss for long enough to nod and let Simeon lead them towards the bed, with Etienne attempting to get Corin's belt off along the way. He usually only got this impatient when-- "Simeon, what have I told you about teasing Etienne?"
Simeon's grin was wicked like a wicked thing. "That I should do it more often? Think of it as part of the present."
In that case... Corin reached down to cup Etienne's cock lightly, only to have that hand captured by Simeon's. Well, he still had his other hand, and Simeon didn't stop him or say anything when he put that hand in Etienne's hair. Etienne's eyes slid closed for a moment and his desperate shedding of Corin's clothes paused-- bliss, no doubt-- but when those eyes opened they said better than words could: you're not pulling; why aren't you pulling?
But Etienne already knew the answer to that, so there was no use in giving any comment. He remembered suddenly what Simeon had asked, about trusting them, and turned to see Simeon lacing the cuffs through the metal of the headboard, then beckoning him over. He stepped out of his pajama pants-- only necessary during the winter, really-- and over to the bed.
"Of course I trust you," he said, and petted Etienne's hair and leaned over to give Simeon a kiss. When the kiss broke, Etienne pulled off Corin's sleep-shirt-- his last piece of clothing--and Simeon pushed him back against the bedspread. Corin obediently put his hands above his head, closing his eyes to better feel the cuffs as Simeon buckled them on.
"I never thought you the gullible type," Etienne said, once the cuffs were on, crawling up onto the bed and settling between Corin's spread legs. He looked to Simeon, then, asking permission to employ the blowjob he so clearly wanted to give, and Simeon nodded.
Corin meanwhile turned Etienne's words over in his head. But not for very long, because Etienne was good at blowjobs and Corin by now knew to take ninety percent of what Etienne said with a grain of salt.
"You think he'd ever get tired of sucking cock?" Simeon asked, whispering the words into Corin's ear.
By way of distraction, his hand played across Corin's collarbones, eventually meandering down to his nipples and rubbing them in slow circles. Corin whimpered a little in his throat, hoping feverently that the two of them had something infinately more amazing than a handcuffed blowjob planned for him. (But of course they did. Simeon was orchestrating, after all.)
"I think if you told him his choices were suck a cock and die or be celibate and live, he'd die choking on some lucky bastard's cock."
Simeon laughed, and Corin couldn't help a little chuckle. Etienne, meanwhile, started deep throating in a way that made Corin's eyes roll back as soon as the chuckle died off. God, but Etienne was good at sucking cock-- this was completely the wrong angle for him to get really deep, but he was sure as fuck trying anyway. Gagging a little, too, delicious tension of his throat muscles around Corin's cock.
If he kept this up, Corin was going to come. Like, soon. "S-Sim?"
"Yes?" Simeon was sitting beside Corin now, hands on both of his nipples, pinching and rubbing and playing in increasingly delightful ways.
"I-- I don't want to come too soon, becau--"
Simeon pinched Corin's nipple especially hard, jerking a high whine from the back of his throat. "What the fuck makes you think we're going to stop the first time you come?"
Corin was fairly sure, as he gasped for breath afterwards, that the combination of Etienne's blowjob and Simeon's tone had been what made him come.
Etienne swallowed, as he was wont to do, but not all of it. No, he saved a bit for Corin, crawling up his body and straddling his hips (smooth skin pressing deliciously against his oversensitive cock, should hurt but it only made him convulse a little and groan) and giving most of it to him with a kiss. Simeon was next, of course, and by the time they'd finished kissing Corin had his panting down to manageable shortness of breath.
"What next?" Corin asked, happily.
"Payback," Etienne replied, and crawled back down Corin's body.
Not just for one time, either, Corin knew. Because Corin always teased, and Etienne always got so worked up about it and-- "Mmm, that feels good. Sure this is payback?"
"Positive." Simeon pressed his lips against Corin's, and suddenly Etienne's hand rubbing teasingly up and down his flaccid cock, pressing it flat to his belly, was the farthest thing from his mind. Simeon's kisses were just that fucking good, with the way he growled in his throat and bit Corin's lip and licked and flicked his tongue in and out of Corin's mouth like some sort of goddamn lip-porno.
Simeon always did know how to work Corin up, damn him. Corin groaned into the kiss, arching against Etienne's hand and getting all touch withdrawn for his trouble.
Etienne must have touched Simeon or something-- Corin didn't believe in psychic messages, no matter how often they fucked-- because at the same moment Simeon broke the kiss and grinned. Shit-eating grin, I-know-you-want-to-hate-me grin. "See, it's your present: payback."
Because payback-- real payback, the kind that would drive Corin as crazy as he had been known to drive Simeon or Etienne on special occasions-- would take both of them, so, so he couldn't fight back, so he could do nothing but squirm and want and damn them, he was already doing both. "How long does payback last?"
Simeon tilted his head in thought, but what told Corin he was really thinking was the way he half-licked his lips. He had a tendency to do that, sometimes. Not every time, just often enough. "Until you can't come any more."
Jesus they were really going for gold stars, weren't they? Corin tried not to sound too nervous when he said, "That could take a while."
Etienne leaned into Corin's field of vision, with a manic version of a jackal's grin painted on his lips. "We're kind of hoping it will."
This was Corin's penchant for sex that lasted hours coming back to haunt him, wasn't it?
"You were right, Etienne. This might actually be payback for him." And that tone in Simeon's voice made Corin's skin crawl in the best way. He squirmed needily, whimpering, and both of them burst out into laughter.
But the squirming worked, because Etienne's hand came down on his cock, pressing it once more against his belly, broad palm rubbing from head to base and back again. Corin's eyes slid shut and he groaned happily. For the moment, he was just going to enjoy his birthday present. No thinking about the orgasm after this one, just thinking about the delicious heat of Etienne's tongue on the head of his hardening cock as his hand slid down to cup Corin's balls, massaging gently.
Simeon's mouth closed over one of Corin's nipples and Corin twisted his hands in the cuffs, wanting very badly to put his hands in Simeon's hair and direct Simeon's mouth up to his neck. Not that the nipples were a bad place, they just weren't the best place and oh fuck Etienne was starting to get creative with his blowjob. He employed his teeth a little, a light grazing that made Corin shake and moan. Skirting right on the edge of too much.
He knew, knew it was designed to make him do this but-- well, why should he deny them the confirmation of a well-executed move? "C'mon, just suck it, quit fucking playing with it."
Etienne's laugh was a soft, heh, heh, heh sort of thing, while Simeon's was a chuckle over damp skin. "He already did that, didn't he?"
"So, he can do it again," Corin said-- growled, rather, unhappily and with his hands clenched into fists.
"I can't," came Etienne's voice, sing-song, almost delighted-sounding. "It's one of the rules: one orgasm per method."
Corin felt distinctly like the Earth was falling out from under him and there he was, left standing on thin air. "No one said anything about you making me come again that way."
"This might be the pot calling the kettle a slut," Etienne retorted, still playing, "but people who are cuffed to the bed shouldn't be so demanding."
"Fuck me," Corin groaned, and squirmed. "You know you want to. Know you want to."
Etienne's gaze flicked to Simeon again, ever so briefly. "Well, I suppose you are the birthday boy." Feigning nonchalance, and not very well; Etienne was still an awful liar. He pulled away, probably to get the lube but Corin was distracted by Simeon choosing that moment to kiss his neck.
"I was going to fist you, but..."
Did that meant that anything in his ass counted and so he wasn't going to get fisted at all now? It would be entirely like Simeon to come up with some sort of stupid rule like that. "Sim, --"
"Shh." Simeon ensured his silence by pressing his hand over Corin's mouth, and that look, that expression was fucking sexy, evil and sexy and hot as hell.
Etienne returned right then with the lubricant, and Simeon pulled him into a kiss. Not a short kiss, either; it was a drawn-out affair that made Etienne make pretty, pretty sounds and ended with Simeon biting Etienne's lip and both of them looking down at Corin. Simeon uncovered Corin's mouth, too, and Corin licked his lips. "So if you're going to fist me does that mean--"
"Ah-ah," Etienne chided, wagging one finger at Corin. "We're not allowed to tell you what'll happen next, either."
Corin's eyes went wide, and he wondered if Etienne knew that Simeon had broken one of his own rules. But of course he did, because there was no other way Corin could know about the fisting.
Etienne mock-glared at Simeon now. "Though if the rules have changed..."
Simeon tugged on Etienne's hair. Not lightly. "You'd better hurry up with fucking him, or I'm going to decide you can't do it after all."
Etienne moved so quickly Corin half-expected Simeon to be left standing with a handful of blond hair. The fact that Etienne's fingers were already pressing inside of Corin made up for the lack, though.
"Isn't this the bit where you usually tell me to slow down and take my time, gorgeous?"
Usually, yeah, it completely was. But for the moment, all Corin wanted was Simeon's fist in his ass so he was willing to compromise. And if that meant a quickie, well-- there were worse things that could happen.
Much, much worse things than Etienne's talented fingers pushing in and in, stretching him just a little too quickly. Corin opened his eyes to see Simeon's hand covering Etienne's momentarily, and Etienne's frantic pace slowed a little.
"I was enj--" he said, or tried to say, but Simeon kissed him again, with heat and pressure and a groan that wrung itself free of Corin's throat when the kiss broke and Etienne pulled his fingers out.
Corin could feel Etienne's impatience in the jerkiness of his movements, in the slight tremor of excitement in his hands, in the feverish sort of look in his eyes when he pressed his cock inside of Corin. It was glorious, beautiful, and for once Corin didn't care, couldn't care, that they were going horribly fast. The sex had not begun here and would not end here; Simeon's sharp gaze as he watched was insurance enough of that.
"Does it count as different, if--" Corin cut off into a moan, arching his back as Etienne pressed Corin's legs backward, his knees nearly touching his shoulders. It took a few thrusts, a few ragged breaths, before he could find the voice for anything other than further moans. "If I come once just like this and, and once with your hands?" Because he could, he totally could, with Etienne's cock stroking back and forth over his prostate like that.
Simeon tilted his head in consideration, his hands finding Corin's nipples and pinching in a way that made Corin's whole body shake in reaction. "What do you think, Etienne?"
Etienne, whose fingers were digging deliciously into the sides of Corin's knees, made a non-committal sound and shook his head. The answer was up to Simeon, then.
And he'd better answer fairly quickly, because Etienne's unchecked pace was driving Corin quickly toward orgasm, familiar pressure at the base of his spine and pooling in his belly. Corin reached out, grasping for something, and Simeon's hand found his and held it tightly. Simeon himself leaned down and whispered, "It doesn't count as different. Want me to--"
But it was too late, because Corin was already coming again, mouth falling open as his head arched back and back and back, eyes shut tightly and body going tense all over and then loose. All at once. Loose.
Etienne groaned and came, too, and the feeling of it was amazing, being, being filled, being-- Corin didn't even know. Simeon's thumb rubbed over the back of his hand, slowly moving back and forth while Corin panted and shook with the aftershocks of the orgasm.
"Mmm," Etienne said, moving aside to give Simeon more room with lingering kisses on Corin's skin as he went. "I think you should have more payback, more often."
Corin was fairly sure that he would die if they got payback more often. Not that it would be a bad death, he thought, smile spreading over his face as Etienne crawled out from between Corin's legs and Simeon took his place.
"Now the fisting?" he asked, and was surprised at how spacey he sounded. And after just two orgasms, too-- he really must be getting out of practice.
Then again, it had been two orgasms in rapid succession. Less than half an hour between them. That no doubt... something or other. Corin lost the train of thought as Simeon's fingers brushed slickly over his hole, rough calluses from metalworking on the oversensitized flesh sending Corin back into a shuddering sort of bliss.
"He's fucking loving this, isn't he?" Etienne asked, from somewhere on Corin's left. Corin sort of wanted to open his eyes and look, but it felt like they were glued shut as Simeon continued to tease him.
Corin lost whatever Simeon's reply was-- if there was any-- because Simeon chose that moment to slide three fingers inside him. He was beyond moaning, just making a choked sort of noise in his throat as Simeon finger-fucked him slow and steady.
Etienne touched Corin's face, and Corin managed to force his eyes open for long enough to see all that blond hair and eyes dark with arousal and lips, pretty lips so very close. All he could think was that Etienne's lip gloss should have been completely gone by now, but here it looked damn near fresh. He smiled a little at that, and Simeon paused long enough to add in another finger.
Additionally, someone touched Corin's cock, and Corin made a very unmanly high-pitched sort of whine, squirming, pulling at the cuffs, but completely unable to form anything like coherent words. They'd found a plateau of arousal and were doing a good job of keeping him there; talented fingers (Etienne's, he was pretty sure) jerked him off slowly enough not to interfere, and he felt fresh lubricant being dribbled over his hole.
Any sense of time that he might have had was well and truly fucked by now; he had no idea how long they worked on him like this. Long enough that when Simeon started working his thumb in with the rest of his fingers Corin was actually kind of getting used to the way everything felt drifty and focused at the same time.
(And why was it only now that Corin was registering the lack of nails, the rubbery feeling of the glove that had been put on at some point between the initial teasing and this moment?)
Certainly, he was hard again, pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach beginning to become insistent again.
"You're fucking gorgeous, all opened up for us," Simeon told him, prompting a shiver that made him tense up the tiniest bit and only drove home the fact that Simeon was fucking fisting him-- properly, now-- and he was full, deliciously full.
"Can I--" Etienne asked, but Corin couldn't follow his words because Simeon was twisting his hand and pressing it in and out and-- he was going to come again, wasn't he? Like this, all open and exposed and Etienne's hand on his cock and Simeon's fist inside of him.
"That's it." Simeon sounded curiously breathless, but it was sexy so Corin didn't examine it.
He didn't do anything other than arch his back and pull against the cuffs to feel the solidness of them and maybe gasp a little as he came. Gasp and shake all over, feeling like he was going to shake apart in the most delicious way possible.
"Look at him go."
Simeon withdrew his hand, and if his hands had been free Corin would have tried to pull him into an embrace. As it was all he could do was jerk at the cuffs and make a mewling sort of sound, rolling his hips, even if he wasn't sure what he was not-quite-silently asking for anymore. For it to keep going, or for it to end?
"Corin," Simeon said, tone suddenly serious, like-- like a jolt, like being shaken. "If you want us to stop..."
There was more? Corin wondered, eyes opening and shutting slowly as he continued to writhe against thin air.
Well, if the fisting wasn't all, then-- then surely they were going to double penetrate him.
And if he was coherent enough to think of that, then he was coherent enough to have more sex. "More," he said, drawling the vowels and punctuating with a giggle that sounded almost drunken.
"I'm not sure that's wise," Etienne, Etienne said, which was like, like a fucking slut counseling caution, was what it was.
"'course it's wise," Corin mumbled.
"Tell you what," Simeon said, and that had to be Simeon's hand on Corin's cheek, sweaty fingertips sliding over Corin's sweaty skin. "If you can stop squirming for five seconds, we'll keep going. If not, you're done."
Immediately, Corin held still.
Sort of. His hands twisted in the cuffs (they were starting to chafe a little) and he flexed his shoulders which led to arching his back which led to rolling his hips and-- hold still. Five seconds. He could totally do it, except for the part that his second try turned out like the first, and on his third try he didn't even manage to stop moving entirely to kick off the whole process.
Fuck. Fuck.
"Or not fuck, as it were." Simeon was clearly amused, despite his lack of orgasm.
Etienne would take care of it, no doubt.
And leave Corin all handcuffed and needy and stretched open with no cocks in him. "Please," he said, and licked his lips, and asked again.
"In a few hours," Simeon promised. "Once you're coherent enough to appreciate what we're doing."
Not fair, Corin thought, but Etienne was already unbuckling the cuffs and kissing the reddened skin of Corin's wrists. "Sleep, now."
Corin didn't need telling twice. He slept.
He woke up to Simeon spooned up behind him and Etienne's lips around his cock. Evidently he'd slept enough, he thought with a little smile as he reached down and threaded his fingers through Etienne's fine hair.
"How long was I out?" Corin's voice was an octave lower than normal, and rough with sleep-- or with all the moaning and harsh panting he'd done. Or both.
Simeon pressed a kiss to the back of Corin's neck. "Two hours."
Etienne took his mouth off Corin's cock to say "long enough" and then pressed two fingers inside him, easily, and smiled up at Corin like he always did when he thought he was about to get something he wanted.
Two hours, Corin thought. "Long enough to convince Simeon that you sucking his cock should be part of the plan?"
Simeon smacked his ass, which would have made it an obvious yes even if Etienne hadn't been licking his lips obnoxiously in reply. "On your back, Etienne."
Etienne rolled over happily, pulling Corin on top of him as he went. From somewhere he'd gotten more lube, and the hand that stroked their cocks together was slick. For a moment he grabbed Corin's hips and ground up against him until Simeon growled a warning, and guided Corin into position, straddling Etienne.
"I agreed to let Simeon be on top, since he asked so nicely," Etienne said, and then yelped, presumably because Simeon had just pinched him for his cheek. Not hard enough to stop him smirking at Corin, eyes bright with amusement at his own joke-- Simeon never asked nicely, and Etienne never wanted him to.
Simeon let Corin ride Etienne's cock for a little while, Etienne not making any more jokes, just soft panting noises, genuine bliss. Simeon didn't say anything, just kept his hand moving lightly over Corin's skin and the anticipation was warm and wriggly in the pit of Corin's stomach.
The knowledge that Etienne would find Simeon's undoubtedly slow and cautious approach to this at least as frustrating as Corin did and probably more somehow didn't make him feel any better.
Well, maybe a little, not in a mean way, but the way Etienne squirmed beneath him when Simeon stopped Corin moving, breath hitching as Simeon's hands caressed both of them just at the point where they were joined-- that was hot.
And yet nothing compared to the look on his face when Simeon finally decided they were ready and Corin had a moment where he thought it wasn't going to happen, after all, and then that beautiful sensation, the feeling of being so full and Etienne's lip trembling like he was trying to stop himself moving or coming or maybe both. "Are you--"
"About half-way," Simeon said, rubbing the small of Corin's back. "Okay for me to move?" His voice was rough, like maybe he was really hoping for a yes.
"You'd better," came Etienne's response from the other side, quiet and followed by a flush that said he hadn't intended to say that out loud.
Corin smiled to himself. The pair of them were just so-- them. And he didn't want to wait any longer, either. "As someone we know might say-- fuck me, darling."
Simeon obeyed, for once. Pushed in and pulled out and dug his fingers into Corin's hips slightly (in the good way, the really good way) and fucked him. He'd done double penetration before but it hadn't felt so-- so-- just-- all through his body, warmth and wonder and Etienne's body shaking under him and Simeon's relentlessly pressing in and in and in.
"Ah," Corin said, the most coherent thing he could come up with. Over and over, higher and higher, until Etienne's hands found Corin's cock and then Corin came. For a few moments, all he felt was Simeon's breath on the back of his neck, Simeon's voice whispering in his ear, and Etienne's eyes so wide and full of awe. Then he was coming, tightening and groaning at the fullness and the stretch and-- nothing else, for what seemed like a few seconds.
When he came to, he decided it must have been longer than a few seconds, because his skin had been sweaty and was now dry and Simeon and Etienne both looked smug as fuck and-- hell, best birthday ever. Ever.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he mumbled. His throat felt rough.
"The fucking part especially," Etienne said, and kissed him soundly. Simeon took his turn next, of course, and they scooted closer until Corin was sandwiched between them, trapped in the best of ways.
"I don't think I'm going to be able to top this, as a present," Corin said, and wasn't a damn bit upset about it.
A/N: This is set in Ambiguland. Sometimes it may seem like French Canada, other times it may seem like America, and every once in a while it looks British-- that's intentional. It's not supposed to be any one thing; it's supposed to be everything.
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Date: 2011-04-22 07:51 pm (UTC)