Carver wasn’t sure what to expect when Peter texted him to take off his clothes and wait for them on the couch, but it wasn’t for Peter to crawl onto his lap, kiss him, tell him he loved him and then slide between his legs to start worshiping his cock like there was no tomorrow.
Overwhelmed, Carver grabbed Peter by the hair and held him still, pulling him away from his cock.
“What did you say?” he asked, yanking on Peter’s hair when he tried to reach for the bead of pre-come gathering on the tip of Carver’s cock with his tongue.
“I love you,” Peter said, looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes.
“I love you too,” Carver said, dragging Peter back onto his lap and holding his face between his hands. He leaned in for a kiss, licking over Peter’s bottom lip. “So very much. I know I don’t deserve you, but—”
“Don’t say that,” Peter interrupted, putting his finger over Carver’s lips. “I’m just… I’ve decided that I’m happy with how things worked out. We had a terrible start, but then somehow it turned into something perfect, and I’m so happy. And you do deserve me. You’re so nice.”
Carver blushed, glancing at Tex only to find him looking at him with such fondness and love that he had to look away.
He couldn’t believe that Peter had told him he loved him and then gone right for his cock. It was so unromantic that he had to laugh.
“Thank you,” he said, licking Peter’s finger still resting over his lips. He took it into his mouth, making Peter shudder.
“Can I suck your cock now, please?” Peter asked. He bit his lip. “It’s just that I’ve been thinking about it since Tex suggested it, and I’m really, really horny.”
Carver laughed. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to knot your mouth,” he said, threading his fingers through Peter’s hair.
“I’ve decided to end your punishment early,” Peter said, sinking back between his legs. “For good behavior.”
Carver laughed, spreading his thighs and glancing at Tex. “Sure. Go ahead, do what you want.”
Peter didn’t need to be told twice. He steadied himself on Carver’s muscular thighs, reaching up and catching the head of Carver’s cock with his lips. He sucked it inside, tongue working Carver’s piss slit before moving under the crown and down his frenulum. Carver gritted his teeth, gut clenching as Peter worked his cock like an expert.
“Can I fuck your face?” he asked, clenching his fists as pleasure overwhelmed him. Peter moved off his cock and smiled, nodding his head.
“Sure, but only if Tex fucks me while you do it. I want both of your knots at the same time.”
Tex laughed. “I don’t have a problem with that.” He pushed the coffee table aside and went to his knees behind Peter, yanking his pants down and grabbing his cheeks in a firm grip. He pulled them apart, exposing Peter’s hole, pushing his thumbs in to rub over the small opening.
“Are you ready?” Carver asked, letting a hint of cruelty seep into his voice as he looked down at Peter between his legs.
Peter nodded, biting his lip and looking excited and nervous.
Grabbing him by the hair, Carver pushed into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and pushing past his gag reflex with brutal strength.
Peter choked, coughing and sputtering around Carver’s length, but Carver just forced him deeper.
Tex took out his cock, stroking himself and pushing into Peter’s wet hole with a slow, steady thrust.
Carver locked eyes with his husband, the two of them fucking into their omega and claiming him body and soul.
Leaning back into the sofa, Carver grabbed Peter’s head with both hands, pulling him down on his cock and using his throat like his very own pocket-pussy.
Peter then caught him off guard, reaching up between his legs and grabbing his balls, fondling them and rolling them in the palm of his hand.
The unexpected stimulation shot Carver right over the edge. He shot his load down Peter’s throat, right into his gut, pulling his mouth down over his knot and locking him in place.
Staring down at Peter, the omega looking right back at him with a glazed, happy expression, Carver had never felt more content. He stroked Peter’s hair, soft and at odds with his previous rough handling, watching as Tex kept on fucking his ass.
It was a glorious show. Tex’s muscles bulged and strained, sweat dripping down his forehead, little growls and grunts coming from his mouth as he slammed his cock into Peter’s ass.
“Fill him up, baby,” Carver said, leaning forward and finding Tex’s nipple through his shirt. He tugged on it gently, grinning when Tex clenched his jaw tight and shuddered as his orgasm ripped through him.
“There you go,” Carver said, still playing with Tex’s nipple through his shirt.
