Everyone Experiments in College

Part 3: Cockrings and Cuddles

Stiles slathered lube all over his cock and took Isaac's place between Scott's thighs. He gripped Scott's knees, raising his hips higher on the bed and taking a moment to enjoy the view. Scott's hole wasn't quite gaping, but it wasn't quite closed either. A thin trail of Isaac's creamy white cum ran from Scott's opening, down his crack, and back into the cleft of his ass. Stiles rubbed his cock back up along that trail, watching as the sticky black hairs along Scott's crack clung to his cockhead, caressing it as Isaac's spunk gathered against the slit of Stiles' dick. As soon as Stiles' tip reached Scott's opening he grabbed Scott's hips and winched him down, impaling him hard and fast.

Scott moaned and gasped as he reached for his cock. "Stiles, yes! Yes! Yes!

It was a miracle Stiles didn't cum as soon as he felt Isaac's hot load squishing around inside of Scott and coating Stiles' erection. Scott was very pleasantly loose and used. This was the first time Stiles had ever fucked someone who had just been fucked by someone else, and while Stiles prided himself on being a considerate lover who gave his partners plenty of time to adjust, it was undeniably awesome being able to just jackhammer with abandon from the first moment of penetration.

Stiles loved Scott as much as he loved absolutely anyone in the world, and he was definitely going to get emotional when he thought about them having sex later – he was probably going to spend the next week following Scott around like a lost puppy and hugging and cuddling him every chance he got – but, Stiles just couldn't bring himself to be sweet and tender the way Isaac and Scott had been. He was way too turned on: he had watched Scott and Isaac fuck, watched Isaac cum; he was fucking Scott with Isaac's cum. He had no choice; he had to take Scott straight to pound town, now!

Stiles drilled Scott as hard as he could, the balls of his feet scrabbling against the comforter as he sought purchase to keep up his vigorous assault. Stiles also gave in to his urge to talk to dirty.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck your hole is wet, Scott! It's so fuckin' wet and sloppy! Goddamnit Isaac, your hot spunk is just fuckin' everywhere!" Stiles pulled out enough to enjoy of the creamy white froth that was coating every inch of his shaft. "Look at it! It's dripping down my balls now. My pubes are soaked. Fuck, I fuckin' love it. Your cum smells so fuckin' good on my cock, Isaac. Goddamnit, Scott, your ass is such a hot, cummy, used mess!"

"Yeah! Fuck yeah, Stiles, fuck my ass!" Scott begged, getting into the dirty talk as he stroked his dick faster. He fisted the comforter with his other hand as his head began to spin from sensory overload. Stiles was hitting all the right places and he was hitting them hard. But it still wasn't enough. It could never be enough when it felt this good. "Harder Stiles, harder. Oh god harder please!"

Stiles cursed and raked his eyes up and down Scott's body, using it for inspiration to maintain his frenzied pace. Scott was so unbelievably hot sprawled out on the bed, fucked into delirium and begging for more. His sculpted chest was glistening with perspiration and his nipples were hard, brown nubs. One arm was thrown back over his head, revealing the deep, muscular valley of his armpit, shrouded in black hair and dripping with sweat. Scott's bicep and forearm bulged with muscles as he clenched the blanket above his head, his tattoo twitching erotically. His hair was mussed and his eyes were half-lidded and rolled back in his head – and still he pleaded, begged incoherently for Stiles to keep going, babbled about how incredible Stiles was and how much he needed this as he feebly stroked his hefty cock with his other hand, too lost in the fuck to give it the attention it deserved.

Stiles wasn't the only one who noticed Scott's ineffectual attempts to masturbate while Stiles railed him. Isaac was lying on the edge of bed watching them with open fascination and trying to make sense of his confusing feelings. Not his emotional feelings, they were pretty clear: he felt happy, safe, wanted, and loved – basically the whole positive spectrum. It was Isaac's sexual feelings he didn't quite understand. Something about Scott and Stiles fucking was just hot and Isaac couldn't figure out why. It didn't matter, though. Scott needed some help and Isaac had already sucked Stiles' dick. It would have just been weird not to suck Scott's too.

Scott whimpered as Isaac scooted closer on the bed and gently pulled Scott's hand away from his erection. It wasn't the main show right now – that was definitely his prostate and the way Stiles was hammering it with unspeakable precision, and fuck Stiles was a good top – but Scott was still enjoying playing with his cock and why would Isaac stop that?

Ohhh!

Scott moaned and melted against the bed as Isaac's lips wrapped around his cockhead. He hadn't realized how dry and sore it had become until Isaac wet it and soothed it with his tongue. Good god, Scott's hand had felt like sandpaper compared to Isaac's mouth.

"Fuck yeah, suck his cock, Isaac!" Stiles shouted, grabbing Isaac's hair with one wet, sticky hand and pushing him down further on Scott's erection. He rammed Scott harder as he did it, loving how messed up and overwhelmed Scott looked and equally turned on by how pretty Isaac was with a dick in his mouth, like a slutty male angel or something.

Isaac gagged and tried to breath through his nose as he was forced to deep throat Scott's thick erection.

Scott's stomach lurched as he heard Isaac gagging and realized he'd gone tense against his body. "Whoa, whoa, Stiles, don't be rough with Isaac." Scott yanked Stiles' hand away and patted Isaac's cheek, urging him to ease off. The fact that it felt incredible having his cockhead lodged in the back of Isaac's throat was irrelevant.

"Oh fuck! I'm sorry, man!" Stiles said, realizing what he had done and feeling like a complete asshat. He stilled his hips, pausing his fuck with Scott, and replaced his hand on Isaac's head, but this time he stroked his hair instead of pulling it. "I got carried away. I'm so sorry."

Isaac pulled off Scott's cock and licked the head a couple times before answering. "No, really it's fine. I trust you both. Let's just keep going."

Stiles shot Scott a questioning look. He nodded so Stiles resumed fucking him as Isaac once again blew him.

After a few minutes, Scott was panting and whimpering again. Between them, Stiles and Isaac had turned everything from Scott's waist downward into one giant, glorious, throbbing mass of pleasure. It was only the unpredictability of their actions and Scott's sheer determination to enjoy as much as he could for as long as he could that had allowed him to last this long, but he knew it was going to happen at any sublime moment. "Isaac, I need" –Scott gasped and shut his eyes as Isaac flicked his tongue in time with one of Stiles' thrusts– "I need to cum. Is it okay if I...you know, do?"

Isaac didn't hesitate, just gave Scott a thumbs up the way Stiles had done with him earlier. Of course it was okay for Scott to cum down his throat; Scott had let Isaac cum in his ass – and holy shit that had felt amazing. Regardless, Isaac kind of wanted Scott to cum in his mouth. Before tonight it wasn't something he'd have thought he'd have been okay with, but now it definitely was.

"Wait no," Stiles said, stopping his assault on Scott's prostate. "You can't cum in Isaac's mouth."

"I don't think he minds," Scott answered, frowning at Stiles and annoyed that he'd stopped fucking him.

Isaac raised his hand with another thumbs up and kept sucking. Nope, no objections here.

"I mind. I want you to fuck me before you cum," Stiles answered, trembling as he thought about how much he wanted that, how much he had wanted it all night. "Fucking you is fucking awesome, but I want some cock too."

"Oh."

Scott turned it over in his mind a couple of times. Meanwhile, Isaac had stopped sucking him as he awaited Scott's decision. Stiles stayed inside him, the head of his dick still pressed against Scott's happy place, but he made no move, also awaiting Scott's decision. It wasn't that Scott didn't want to fuck. Isaac's mouth felt wonderful, but he knew Stiles' tight ass would feel so much better. It was just that his ass felt amazing right now and he didn't want that to stop. Of course he would fuck Stiles no matter what; it was sort of the least Scott could do at this point, but if only there was a way that he could also- Ohhh!

"Hey, Isaac, how much do you love me?" Scott asked, giving him his best puppy eyes.

Isaac beamed back at him and sat up so that he could squeeze Scott's shoulders. He was still consumed with affection for both his best friends. "Dude, there's pretty much no limit," he answered truthfully. He turned and gave Stiles a fond look too, making sure he understood the comment applied to both of them.

"Enough to fuck me while I fuck Stiles?" Scott asked hopefully.

"I like this line of thinking!" Stiles declared, leaning forward, still inside of Scott, and wrapping his arms around Isaac from behind. He rubbed Isaac's abs and trailed his hands down to his crotch, gauging his hardness. He was soft but firm and full, a lazy semi. Stiles was confident he could coax him back to rigidity given a little bit of time.

Isaac stroked Stiles' arm and gently gripped his wrist as Stiles held his equipment. The casual sexual intimacy between them was weird in the best possible way. Going with it, Isaac turned his head and reach backward, pulling Stiles forward over his shoulder for a sloppy but heartfelt kiss.

"I have something that'll help," Scott said, eyeing Isaac's sizable but non-erect genitals. He reluctantly climbed off Stiles dick and went to the edge of his mattress on hands and knees so that he could reach his nightstand.

Enjoying the same easy intimacy with Scott, Isaac leaned over and spread his asscheeks while Scott rifled around in his drawer. Isaac gasped and cringed. Scott's ass looked wrecked. His hole gaped and flared slightly. The hair along his crack and on his taint was matted down and gummy with Isaac's cum where it wasn't slicked with lube. Even his tan asscheeks had a raw, pinkish glow.

"Fuckin' hot damn, look what we did!" Stiles declared, smacking Isaac's arm proudly. His eyes were wide with lust and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he pressed his bare hip against Isaac's and nudged him out of the way.

"Stiles, look what we did!" Isaac answered in a much different tone, panic rising, as he watched Stiles play with Scott's loose hole. He smacked it with the head of his cock and made a few rounds around the rim with his tip before gripping Scott's hips and sliding back inside.

Scott sighed and mewled as he pressed back against Stiles, hands clumsily bracing him against the drawer. God, Stiles' cock feels good.

"Scott, does it hurt?" Isaac asked, hand rubbing Scott's back.

"Hurt?!" Scott looked backward at Isaac incredulously. "Um, as far as you can get from hurt. It tingles and throbs so good. I'll be kinda sore tomorrow, but it's totally worth it."

Stiles shot Isaac an offended look and lightly shoved him. "Come on, man, I wouldn't let Scott get hurt. I want him to do that to me. Getting a long, deep dicking is awesome."

"It really is," Scott agreed, forcing himself to get up and off Stiles' erection before he lost his will power. He consoled himself with the knowledge that Isaac's would soon be back inside him while he got to enjoy fucking Stiles at the same time.

"If you say so," Isaac said with a shrug, relieved that Scott was okay. He quirked an eyebrow at Scott as he turned and held up a long, thin, tubular piece of black rubber. "What's that?"

"You are so adorable!" Stiles said, smirking at Isaac's genuine innocence before leaning in to kiss him.

Isaac kissed back and wrapped his arms snugly around Stiles' waist and back, enjoying the way Stiles' naked, sweaty body felt pressed against his own. Isaac tilted his head and deepened the kiss, initiating a full makeout session even though he was pretty sure Stiles had only intended the kiss to be quick and casual.

Stiles moaned low in his throat and clutched Isaac's shoulders and neck, grinding his desperately needy, overstimulated erection against Isaac's now noticeably stiffening equipment. He happily parted his lips and admitted Isaac's tongue into his mouth, loving how into making out Isaac was now. It was in stark contrast to the receptive way Isaac had kissed him on the couch. This time it was clear how much Isaac actively wanted him and it felt incredible.

Scott waited patiently for a little while, but when they showed no signs of letting up he coughed and cleared his throat – no reaction. He placed hands on each their shoulders. "Uh guys?"

Isaac reluctantly let Stiles go, but chased his lips for one more kiss. "I love you a lot, okay?" Isaac said, chest brimming with affection for Stiles as he patted and stroked Stiles' arms at the elbows.

"I know. I love you too," Stiles answered, grinning at Isaac and rubbing his chest.

Isaac nodded. That was enough for now. Isaac wasn't sure exactly what he needed or wanted from Stiles, but he knew they weren't done yet. Isaac felt deeply satisfied on an emotional level with the way the night had gone between himself and Scott, but he still had a thick longing to express how much Stiles meant to him. This might be the one and only time the three of them expressed their feelings sexually and Isaac couldn't let this opportunity pass without showing Stiles how important and special he was to him.

Scott smiled at them. He regretted interrupting their moment now that he realized it had been about more than sex and fun; nevertheless, since he had Isaac's attention he continued. "Anyway, this is a cock ring."

Isaac looked at the strip of rubber and tilted his head. "I thought cock rings were...you know, rings. Round."

"There's a buncha different kinds," Scott answered, placing it in Isaac's hand and then pointing at the ends. "See, this one snaps into place. It's easier to take it off and on. I thought that'd be better since it's your first time wearing one." Scott glanced down and his eyes widened. He gave Isaac an impressed nod. "Oh, I guess you don't need this after all."

"No, wait," Isaac said, pulling his hand away as Scott reached to take the cockring back. "I want to try it."

Scott shrugged. "Okay, but it's harder to put on when you're already hard."

"So now my erection is a problem?" Isaac asked, frowning down at it.

"Dude, your erection is definitely not a problem," Stiles remarked, eyeing it hungrily and considering asking for a change in line up with Isaac fucking him instead of Scott. He changed his mind back a moment later when he glanced at Scott's girthy beast. Damn, I want them both!

"Yeah, you have a really nice dick, bro," Scott agreed, once again anticipating what lay in store for him. "It's like something they'd model a big dildo on."

Stiles scoffed and shook his head. "Isaac's cock is way prettier than any dildo." He bent over and stroked it with both hands, once again appreciating the symmetry and proportions, the size and heft, the slope and curve, the shapely mushroom cap, and perfect slit. "Seriously, this thing is fucking gorgeous."

Scott studied it thoughtfully for a few moments then glanced at his own and Stiles' in turn.

Stiles noticed what he was doing and laughed. "I know right? Way to make us feel inadequate, huh Scotty?"

Scott chuckled but nodded. He was proud of his cock and he loved how thick it was, but even though he wasn't personally turned on by penises he could admit Isaac's was probably nicer to look at for people who were.

Isaac frowned. He liked the compliments but he didn't want Stiles or Scott to feel inadequate and they certainly didn't have anything to feel inadequate about.

"No, you guys have really great...boners," Isaac finished, deciding it was the least awkward way to say it. Regardless, he truly meant it.

Stiles laughed again. "Yeah we do. Yours is just exceptional. Anyway, lets get back to using these guys."

Stiles picked up the lube, squirted some onto his fingers, and began slicking his crack then teasing his hole.

"I'll help you get ready," Scott offered, guiding Stiles onto his back on the bed.

Stiles allowed the repositioning but shook his head. "Nah, it'll be faster if I do it myself. Why dontcha help Isaac with his cockring?"

Scott glanced back at Isaac who was struggling to get the rubber ring closed around his now fully erect penis and sizable balls. He looked one wrong move away from pinching himself between the two ends of the closure, which Scott knew firsthand was no fun.

"Here, you hold your stuff down and I'll close the band," Scott suggested, knee walking over to Isaac.

Stiles was sprawled out on his back, legs spread wide as he briskly fingered his ass and watched with satisfaction as Scott and Isaac manhandled Isaac's equipment into the cockring.

"Fuck while I get ready," Stiles requested, two fingers shoved into his hole as he squeezed more lube onto his palm with the other hand and let it dribble down into him. He had to remind himself why it was a bad idea to cut the prep short and just ask Scott to fucking impale him right now. However, he didn't think he had ever taken a dick as thick as Scott's and he knew he needed more time to loosen up and get ready.

"So bossy," Scott remarked with a smirk as he turned around on the bed and took the lube from Stiles. He passed it back to Isaac.

"You know you like it," Stiles answered with a laugh, experimentally trying to slip a third finger inside his hole but withdrawing it when he felt too much resistance.

"No comment," Scott answered, grinning playfully and getting on his hands and knees. His butt was raised and pointed straight at Isaac.

Isaac moaned and took a deep breath. Scott's ass was undeniably masculine. He had a perky bubble butt with muscular glutes and strong, thick thighs. His crack was lined with cummy, lube-slicked hair that continued down to his pendulous, weighty balls. Isaac trembled with excitement as he lubed up his very hard erection and eyed Scott's well-fucked hole.

Isaac edged forward on the bed, grabbed Scott's hips, and thrust in quick and easy. Fuck! Scott's ass felt as good as it had the first time, maybe better, Isaac decided as he realized he wasn't as desperate to cum. He could take his time and enjoy Scott's ass as much as he wanted, as much as Scott wanted based on the way he was already moaning and grinding back against Isaac.

Isaac squeezed Scott's asscheeks together tight around his cock, sandwiching it as he slid in and out of the wet heat, getting remnants of his own cum all over his cock. Isaac felt a flush of surprise as he realized he was sort of disappointed Stiles hadn't unloaded in Scott too. It would have been hot fucking Scott's ass with Stiles' cum in it. Isaac could absolutely see why Stiles had gotten so turned on by Isaac's load being there when he had fucked Scott. Were they going to do this long enough for Isaac to spill a second load inside him?

"I'm ready now," Stiles said, nudging Scott's arm with his foot so that Scott would look at him.

Scott's eyes flared as he took in Stiles' open, vulnerable position, spread out on the bed with legs wide open. His slick cock was trailing a smear of clear fluid across his lean stomach – lube, precum, or both, Scott wasn't sure – and his brown eyes were wide and warm, a happy smile plastered across his face. Scott's heart fluttered and he didn't even mind the loss of Isaac's dick in his ass as he scrambled to position himself between Stiles' legs and kiss his mouth.

Stiles was his. It didn't matter that Scott was straight or that they could never be together in a romantic relationship type way, Stiles was his. Scott had experienced everything with Stiles for as long as he could remember. Best friend, step-brother, soulmate – Stiles was all these things to Scott and so much more. It felt like they had been made for each other.

"I love you," Scott whispered against Stiles' lips as he reached down between them and lined himself up with Stiles' entrance.

"Yeah, yeah, Scotty. You're such a sap," Stiles answered, mouth pulling into a smile against Scott's. He moaned and wrapped his arms around Scott's neck as Scott gently breached him and slowly slid home. "I love you too," he whispered into Scott's ear.

Isaac re-penetrated Scott and edged close against him until the fronts of his thighs were pressed tight against the back's of Scott's. Then he collapsed onto Scott's strong, sweaty back, enjoying the extra body contact as Scott rocked and bucked underneath him.

"This is so good," Scott whimpered, lost in pleasure and endorphins as he took over all the actual fucking, sometimes rolling his hips back and impaling himself to the hilt on Isaac's cock and other times rolling forward and burying himself balls deep in Stiles.

"God, your cock is so good. Damn, I like getting fucked," Stiles said, squeezing Scott close as he also enjoyed the blissed out look on Isaac's face.

"What's it feel like?" Isaac asked Stiles over Scott's shoulder as he writhed against Scott's back.

"Oh it's so good, Isaac," Stiles moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as Scott hit his prostate again.

"So good," Scott agreed, whimpering into Stiles' neck. He panted brokenly a moment later. "I'm about to cum."

"Do it Scotty, fill me up," Stiles whisper-moaned, sliding lower on the bed against Scott and hooking his heels around the backs of Isaac's legs. He wanted them both as close as possible.

Scott thrust forward and ground out hard inside of Stiles then he pleaded for what he needed to send him over the edge. "Fuck me hard, Isaac. Please god, fuck me hard."

Isaac did as he was asked, gripping Scott's shoulder with one hand and his hip with the other as he pounded into him over and over as hard and reckless as he had ever fucked anyone.

"Aahh! AGHH!" Scott straight up screamed as Isaac fucked the cum out of him and sent it blasting into Stiles. He came so hard his vision went spotty and his head swam. He trembled and quaked between Isaac and Stiles. They were the only thing holding him together as his cock exploded and his ass spasmed and pulsed with pleasure. It was almost too intense to take and he was grateful that he didn't have a choice. He might have tried to ease off Isaac's cock or out of Stiles' ass if their bodies weren't pinned against his own, forcing him to endure what felt like the most powerful orgasm he had ever had.

"Nobody move," Scott pleaded, eyes still squeezed shut as his whole body went slack. His heart was racing and his breath was ragged. He needed to get himself back under control and he couldn't bear the thought of this moment with Stiles and Isaac ending, of losing the sensation of their arms and legs wrapped around him, their hot, slick flesh pressed against his own.

"We're not going anywhere," Isaac answered, whispering the promise into Scott's ear and once against collapsing heavily on top of him, covering as much of Scott's body as he could.

Stiles nodded and tilted Scott's head with his hands until he had lined up their mouths again. "We gotcha, Scotty," Stiles said against his lips, thumbs stroking Scott's cheeks. Soon Stiles' tongue was back in Scott's mouth.

"So good, Scott. You're amazing. We love you so much," Isaac said into Scott's ear, face nuzzled against the side of his head and hands sliding up and down along his arms.

Stiles let them stay like that as long as he could stand, until the weight of his brothers bearing down on his chest was too much to take. At last he broke the kiss with Scott and said, "Can you ease up a little, guys?"

Isaac pulled Scott sideways and rolled them onto the bed, his still very hard cock slipping out of Scott's ass in the process. Scott's semi-hard dick likewise pulled free of Stiles.

Scott whimpered at the loss and nestled deeply against Isaac's chest and in his arms. "Put it back in," he requested.

Isaac chuckled and lifted Scott's leg enough to slip back inside. He was happy to oblige him. Scott's not-so-tight heat was pretty much the most pleasant place he could imagine to holster his erection.

"I want to be back inside you too," Scott whined to Stiles, facing him on the bed.

Stiles kissed him as he scooted closer and tangled their legs together, his needy prick pressing against Scott's softening equipment. "I want that too, Scott, but I think we've got a technical problem."

"Stupid soft dick," Scott muttered, wrapping his arms around Stiles and pulling him close. If he couldn't get inside him at least he could hold him and continue to enjoy the contact.

"Hey now, I love that dick. It's big and awesome and it just pumped me full of hot, creamy cum. Give it a break," Stiles answered, consciously clenching his hole to keep Scott's seed inside him.

One of Stiles' arms was slid under Scott's head and the other was around both Scott and Isaac's bodies as he stroked Isaac's back and pressed himself firmly against Scott's chest.

Isaac likewise had one arm crossed with Stiles' around Scott and Stiles, and his other arm sprawled lazily over their heads. He wasn't sure if it was the cockring or just the situation in general, but his erection showed no signs of dissipating inside Scott even though he had already cum once. If anything he needed more. That reminded him...

"You must be really horny," Isaac remarked to Stiles. Poor guy had fucked and gotten fucked, sucked and been sucked, and spent all evening making out with Isaac and Scott in turn. And he was the one who was bi and supposedly the most into all this.

Stiles laughed. "You have no idea. Total hair trigger. If I humped Scott even a little right now I'd blow all over him."

"Go for it," Scott said, hand sliding down to Stiles ass and pulling him closer.

Stiles panted and fought the overwhelming urge to keep going. Instead he pulled his hips back, carefully avoiding contact on his throbbing cock. "Actually I was hoping to maybe do some more stuff and cum that way."

"You mean like maybe fucking someone?" Isaac asked, stomach tightening as he knew with certainty what he was about to suggest.

"Yeah, being inside someone while I came would be pretty awesome," Stiles agreed, looking at Isaac curiously over Scott's shoulder and desperately hoping he wasn't imagining where this was going.

Scott on the other hand didn't have a clue. He shrugged and smiled at Stiles. "I'm not horny at all anymore, but I'm really loose, so you can totally just use my hole till you cum."

Stiles swallowed hard. That wasn't exactly what he had in mind but dammit that offer sounded really good.

Isaac hesitated for a moment. That could happen or...

"Or if you want a tight hole you could use mine," Isaac said, staring at Scott's ear as he suggested it to avoid eye contact with Stiles. "I mean, I'm a virgin back there so...you might like it."

"Seriously?!" Stiles couldn't keep the grin off his face. Isaac was so awesome!

"I want to see what getting fucked is all about," Isaac said as confidently as he could manage. He was terrified but he was also still horny and Scott and Stiles had been so into it. Plus he was still desperate to connect with Stiles on the most intimate level he could, and Stiles taking his anal virginity seemed like a good way to do that.

Scott rolled over enough to look at Isaac. "Dude, you'll love it! Getting fucked feels so good, and Stiles is incredible at it."

Isaac nodded, pulled out of Scott, and sat up. "So what do we do?"

Stiles squeezed Scott one more time, hoping he had had enough post-orgasm cuddles. Then he sat up enthusiastically and climbed over Scott to get to Isaac. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips and squeezed his shoulders, then said, "Roll over and get on your hands and knees."

Scott moved to the foot of the bed to give them room.

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End Note: LOL, sorry guys, I write really long smut, so yeah...there's still one more part. I'm hoping to have it posted by New Year's, but that's just a tentative time line. I'm kinda surprised by how unpopular this story is, which – fine I'm just writing it because I want to, but anyway, since no one seems to be holding their breath I'm keeping it at the bottom of my writing priorities list. My other two fics will probably update sooner.