Burying my face against his throat, I groan into his skin, my dick pulsing over and over as I roll my hips, chasing every single second of pleasure I can.
“Fuck,” Ben mumbles, a shiver wracking his body. “What the fuck evenwasthat?”
Parker chuckles. “A masterpiece. My colors. My love. This is what love looks like. What it feels like.”
I roll off Ben, staring up at Parker’s beautiful face. “To clarify,” I rasp out. “We’re the masterpiece?”
“Yes,” Parker says, a smile on their lips. “You are.”
I hook my arm around Parker’s ankle, pulling them down on top of me. They’re wearing one of my shirts. It’s ruined—covered in paint. And not even from today. Although it is sporting a few new colors. Rolling them quickly onto their back, I pull the shirt up. Just as I suspected, there’s nothing underneath.
Ben groans, squeezing his eyes closed for a second before looking at me. I nod, and in a well-practiced dance, we lean over Parker. I suck them to the back of my throat, and Ben latches onto their inner thigh. Crying out, Parker slides their fingers into my hair, thrusting their hips up at the same time.
I nearly gag, but I force my throat to relax instead, moaning around their length and swallowing.
“Oh, I’m gonna come,” Parker breathes, laughing a little.
“So quick?” Ben teases as I double down, licking up and down and swallowing around their cock as I bob my head.
“I’d like to see—” Their voice cuts off on a low, broken moan. “I’d like to see you watch what I did and not be on a hair trigger.”
If I didn’t have a throat full of cock, I’d probably be smiling. I pull off, inhaling a deep breath, and Ben takes over. We take turns bobbing up and down on Parker’s dick as their moans pitch up.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck. I’m gonna come. I can’t—I… I—”
Ben moans, his throat bobbing as he swallows the first bit of Parker’s cum. They groan when he pulls off, and I close my lips around the head just in time to catch the second shot of cum on my tongue.
My eyes nearly roll back as I take them to the root, swallowing another jet of cum. I release their cock with a wet pop, grinning when Ben swallows them right back down, moaning like he’s the one getting off.
“Fuck, it’s so hot when you switch like that,” Parker murmurs, cum-drunk.
I chuckle, running a finger over Parker’s hip bone as Ben sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“It’s so hot when you let us, Cotton Candy.”
They giggle. “I love you guys so much.”
My heart thumps hard, just like it always does when they say those words. “I love you too. Both of you.”
Ben hums. “I love you both too.”
We lie in silence until Parker sits up. “Can I take a photo?”
“A photo?” I ask.
Parker nods. “Yeah, of the two of you. You’re my most beautiful painting yet, and it would be a shame for me not to have a record of it.”
“I’m fine with it,” Ben says. “If Lan is, of course.”
“Fine with me, Lovebug.”
Parker stands, darting off. “Gotta wash my hands real quick,” they call out.
Ben rolls toward me. “This was fun.”
Grinning, I turn to face him. “It sure was, Sweetheart.”
He rolls his eyes, but his cheeks pink up. Turns out he’s got a bit of a soft spot for being called sweetheart. I use it sparingly because I’m nice like that.
