“Of course not,” Tex agreed, putting on his helmet and closing the strap under his chin. “About what I suggested earlier, you want to take him outside and fuck him in the back yard?”
Carver grinned, putting on his helmet. “Only if I get to carry him out there.”
Tex stretched his arms over his head, looking at his anonymous reflection in Carver’s helmet. He grinned, though his reflection didn’t show it.
“It’s a deal.”
* * *
Tex followedCarver into the bedroom, their hard cocks jutting out of their suit leading the way. Peter was on the bed, naked, sitting with his legs crossed and his hand playing with his caged cock.
His eyes widened when Tex and Carver walked into the room. He clearly hadn’t expected the helmets, but Tex had been right that they were a good idea. Peter’s eyes widened, his pupils going dark and hungry as he licked his lips in an unconscious gesture.
“You guys look—”
Carver cut off whatever he was going to say, grabbing him off the bed and hoisting him up by his waist and throwing him bodily over his shoulder. Peter wriggled, crying out in surprise, and Carver smacked his ass four times to quiet him down.
The sound of Carver’s gloved hand hitting Peter’s naked ass went right to Tex’s cock. He reached down, catching a pearly string of pre-come leaking from his cock with the tip of his glove.
Walking behind Carver as they exited the room, Peter bouncing and looking up behind him, Tex found the omega’s mouth and jammed his glistening finger inside.
It was difficult, Peter bouncing with every step Carver took, but Tex managed to swipe the tip of his glove over Peter’s tongue and behind his teeth, making him taste Tex’s pre-come.
They went outside, Carver putting Peter down on all fours and ramming his cock home without ever saying a word. He held Peter’s waist tight, hands looking huge against Peter’s slim waist, pulling him back onto his cock with enough force that Peter squealed.
Tex watched, jerking his cock, and Carver pushed Peter flat and lifted his legs, spinning him around until he was on his back, thick cock never once leaving his hole. He then pulled Peter up on his lap, lying down and pulling Peter down with him.
Carver was now lying on his back, knees lifted and feet flat on the ground, Peter on top of him, held tight by Carver’s arms over his back.
Spreading his feet, forcing Peter’s legs to spread with him, Carver opened up a space between his thighs for Tex.
“What are you waiting for?” Carver asked, both hands moving down to Peter’s ass and pulling it apart. “Get in there.”
Tex didn’t need to be asked twice. Going to his knees between Carver and Peter’s legs, he placed his hand on Peter’s lower back, pinning him down and pressing him against Carver as he laid his cock down next to Carver’s and pushed inside.
It was an easier fit than with his fist, Peter swallowing them both inside and clenching down like he was trying to keep them there.
“This feels good,” Carver grunted, understatement of the century. He moved his hand to Peter’s neck, holding him down and thrusting his hips up with sharp little jabs.
“Fuck, helmets off,” Tex growled, reaching up and undoing the strap under his chin. He needed to kiss Carver’s mouth and see his expression. Peter’s initial reaction to the helmets had been fun, but Tex didn’t like looking down at his husband and only seeing his own helmeted head reflected back at him.
“Finally.” Carver laughed, reaching up and yanking his helmet off. His hair was already matted down and flat, making Tex want to run his fingers through it, and his eyes were dark and hungry.
Tex leaned down and kissed him, kissing into his mouth while they crushed Peter between them, filling him up and owning him body and soul.
“Suits off,” Peter said, voice muffled by the way his face was being pressed into the leather over Carver’s chest.
“What was that?” Tex asked, pulling away from Carver’s mouth and lifting off Peter’s body just enough to give him room to speak.
“Unzip the suits, I want to feel your skin,” Peter said, hand moving up to Carver’s neck, undoing the flap hiding the top of the zipper and trying to pull it down.
Tex grabbed him, lifting him up off Carver’s chest so that Carver could unzip all the way down to the top of his cock. He then dropped Peter down onto Carver’s chest, undoing his own zipper and opening his suit up so that his broad chest blanketed Peter’s back when he lowered himself back down.
Peter moaned, the sound happy and turned on and making Tex’s knot throb.
“I’m going to fuck him,” Tex announced, lifting his hips and slamming his cock back into Peter’s hole.
“That feels so good,” Carver growled, holding still while Tex built up a punishing rhythm. “Fuck him hard!”
