Title : Keep Me In Close Orbit

Author : ValmontHeights

Rating : Mature / Explicit

Relationships : Triple H/Roman Reigns, Triple H/Sami Zayn, Tripe H/Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns/Sami Zayn, Randy Orton/Roman Reigns

Implied : Ambrolleigns, Kevin Owens/Sami Zayn

WARNINGS: Mildly Dubious Consent, Unsafe Sex, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unhealthy Relationships, Dom/sub Undertones, Daddy Kink, Power Dynamics, Not Kayfabe Compliant.

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Author's Note: FILTH, GLORIOUS FILTH. I've been hinting at this since I wrote Chapter Two waaaaay back during the Triassic, it seems. But here it is, some filthy Triple H/Roman Reigns/Sami Zayn goodness for all who might enjoy such a thing. There's been a lot of sweetness and angst and mellow tenderness in the last few chapters and I thought I'd spice things up a bit-and give my boy Sami some care and attention in the process.

Specific warnings for this chapter: Hunter being the supreme Daddy and domming the living fuck out of both Sami and Roman, double penetration, spanking, light bondage, and some oddly misplaced fluff. Proceed with caution-and hand sanitizers.

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Chapter 11 - When In Vegas, Double Down - 2017

Sami Zayn's not much of a gambler.

He's never understood the appeal of the gaudy Las Vegas strip, the incessant noise of slot machines lined up in blinking rows under vaulted ceilings painted in some kind of Renaissance mimicry, nor has he ever felt dazzled by the competing spectacles of dancing fountains and pirate ships and bursting volcanoes or whatever else the hoteliers have conjured to attract visitors to their establishments.

Right now, though, right now he feels like a high-roller who's just hit the jackpot.

Up high in a hotel suite with a balcony view overlooking the Strip, knees planted in burgundy-red bedding which provides a soft counterpoint to what's happening to the rest of his body, Hunter kneeling behind him, hands fitted comfortably in the dip of Sami's hips as he fucks him in a steady pace, his cock angled just right to hit Sami's sweet spot every time he thrusts in. Sami's missed this, missed the feeling of Hunter's hands and mouth and that dick, he's looked forward to this ever since Hunter mentioned it on the phone, and he wants to savor it for all its worth.

"How you doin' so far, Red?" Hunter's voice muttered close to his ear.

Sami can't quite vocalize his answer—his mouth is currently occupied by Roman's cock, Hunter's every thrust bobbing Sami's head on Roman's length as he concentrates hard on trying not to graze Roman too much with his teeth, so Sami just makes an affirmative noise in his throat and pushes his ass back enthusiastically to communicate his opinion about how all this is going.

He's certainly doing better than Roman, who has his wrists bound with Hunter's belt around the fancy headboard, and a red ballgag in his mouth muffling his moans. His legs are spread to give Sami access to his cock, and at Hunter's instructions Sami has his arms looped under each of Roman's thighs, holding him in place.

"Look at him, Red…"

Sami really, really doesn't want to look—if only because the sight of Roman, bound and moaning incessantly around the gag in his mouth, saliva creating slick trails down his pretty lips and onto his ample, bronzed chest, is enough to make any man shoot his load. But he looks up anyway, meeting Roman's half-lidded gaze, trying to communicate something through the movements of his tongue on the underside of Roman's cock, even as Hunter's thrusts continue to rock the both of them off their equilibrium.

"He's so jealous of you right now," Hunter says as he flicks his tongue across Sami's left ear, causing gooseflesh to rise all the way down Sami's back. "He wants my cock in him so bad, but you're gettting it first and there's nothing he can do about it…"

Roman lets out a pained little whimper, but there's nothing like anger or frustration in his eyes. He just looks completely surrendered to his predicament, undulating his hips up to push a little more of his cock into Sami's mouth, more pleading than insistent. The sight of him does something unspeakable to Sami, hits him squarely in a dark, murky spot inside his mind he never even knew existed before, and he digs his fingers into Roman's thighs tighter in response.

"He's beautiful, right Sami?"

Sami nods emphatically, that much he can agree to. Roman's always beautiful, whether he's standing victorious atop the turnbuckles, being bathed in a flood of arena lights, or just flashing an easy smile in the locker room with his hair held back in that messy knot of his. But this…this is something else entirely. Sami feels oddly like a child being given the most expensive, pliant toy in the world by a doting father, which is a million degrees of fucked up considering what Hunter's doing to him, but then again any thought of tonight being anything other than incredibly fucked up had abandoned him the minute he and Roman entered the suite earlier that night and found Hunter standing there waiting for them, stern-faced but with the glimmer of playfulness in his eyes.

Really, they should've known what to expect when they collectively decided to send Hunter that picture. Sami had a feeling Roman was sort of asking for it, really, and Sami's nothing if not curious to see how far they could take it, so he went along. It didn't take Hunter long to figure out who was the mastermind behind the whole idea, so he singled Roman out for 'punishment', if it can be called that. Roman was a mess by the end of it, ass beet red with Hunter's palm prints all over him, while Sami had been made to sit on a chair and watch, increasingly hard inside his jeans.

Sami's not much a of a role-player, nor does he consider himself particularly susceptible to the sort of mind games he knows Hunter likes to play. He likes exploring the kinds of things Hunter seems to know so much about, and they serve as useful distractions whenever his mind got too jumbled up and wiry even for his liking, an endless cacophony of thoughts and ideas that needed to be silenced with a pair of firm hands, a gravelly voice, and a cock that Sami was all too happy to be reacquainted with.

It was the sight of Roman, reduced to a mess of begging and pleading under Hunter's hands, that dragged Sami down to a place in his mind where he could begin to understand the appeal of it all. Every smack of Hunter's hand on Roman's skin sent a jolt down Sami's own body as if he was the one who'd been struck, and he could only watch dry-mouthed as Hunter heaved Roman off his lap and onto the bed, the Samoan naked and hard and dripping, and utterly pliant as Hunter maneuvered him into position and cuffed his hands to the headboard.

Then Sami's own ordeal had begun, being told to strip of all his clothes, a flush rising to his cheeks as he realized how exposed he was, erection bobbing as he followed Hunter's orders and climbed onto the mattress. His hands were trembling when he was given the red ballgag and told to put it on Roman, all the while Hunter was shuffling around behind him. Sami fastened the straps of the gag behind Roman's head as tightly as he could while maintaining some measure of tenderness, not wanting to hurt and yet so utterly transfixed by the reaction it produced. Roman looked up at him, eyes glazed over and wet, accommodating the gag between his teeth with an ease that told Sami that this was hardly the first time Roman had worn it.

A part of Sami felt a twinge of sympathy for him, wanted to savor him and comfort him in a way, and yet another part of him just wanted to wreckRoman, wanted to take everything that was so easily offered up, the beautiful body that now lay helpless under him, almost at the mercy of his hands and mouth.

Almost.

Because it's still Hunter calling the shots, after all.

A loud smack lands on Sami's rump then, as if to punctuate his thoughts, and he cries out around Roman's cock, unable to keep his teeth in check as they scrape lightly on Roman's length. Roman mewls out in a mixture of pain and what Sami hopes to God is some kind of pleasure, hollowing his cheeks out and sucking gently as a gesture of apology.

"Don't let him come, Sami…" Hunter mutters darkly against his ear. "None of you get to come before I say so."

Sami just nods, holding Roman's hips steady as he stills his mouth, as much as he can with Hunter fucking into him harder and harder. At times like these he sometimes envies Roman's apparent ability to surrender himself so completely into the moment, forget everything else that exists and just lose himself in the obscene tableau they're creating. Sami can't quite do that, even in the midst of all this a part of him is always analyzing, always recording for posterity, always trying to anticipate what comes next.

Right now, he's anticipating Hunter to strike again, and scratches a notch down his mental scoreboard when it happens, Hunter's palm striking his ass with not as much viciousness as he'd dispensed on Roman, but still enough to sting. Sami just pushes back, digging his knees further into the lush bedding as he angles his ass up, loving the burn and friction of Hunter inside him, the swell of Roman inside his mouth, the sweat-slick skin of Roman's thighs under his fingers.

"So fucking beautiful, both of you…" Hunter remarks fondly, as if commenting idly on a family photograph. "Think you could get away with teasing me, huh?"

Roman and Sami both make a noise from their throats—unintelligible, guttural, pleading. Hunter just chuckles darkly and leans down, licking a wet stripe up Sami's back.

"Sami's taking me so well, baby boy…" he says. "He feels real good around my cock, bet that mouth of his feels good around you, doesn't it?"

Roman nods frantically, looking somewhere behind Sami's shoulder where Sami suspects Hunter's face is hovering. He makes a desperate noise from behind his gag, another beady trail of saliva dripping down his messy chin.

"Oh, don't you worry about it… we've got all night and I'm just getting started," Hunter says, leaning back and starting to pound into Sami really hard, the formerly brisk pace now downright brutal.

Sami can do nothing but wrap his lips tight around Roman and moan through it, his prostate hit over and over by the blunt head of Hunter's cock, lifting his hips up to minimize friction between his own cock and the mattress, lest he shoot his load before Hunter commands it.

"Fuck, fuck…just like that, Red, just like that…"

Sami braces himself as Hunter thrusts two, three more times before holding himself still, fingers digging almost painfully into the skin of Sami's hips, surely leaving their marks there. Even with the condom on Sami can still feel the white-hot pulses of Hunter coming inside him, the shockwaves they send down his body. Sami rides out the aftershocks quietly, giving swiping licks up Roman's cock to get his mind off just how painfully hard he still is.

Hunter pulls out slowly, ripping the condom off and tossing it aside before pulling Sami off Roman's cock and upright, until he has Sami's back to his chest and twists his head around to kiss him, not caring or even enjoying the fact that Sami's mouth is slick with Roman, his hand cupping lightly around Sami's throat.

For awhile, Sami just indulges himself in the feeling of Hunter's solid presence behind him, arms wrapped tightly around him, the searing heat of his kiss and the raw scratch of his beard against Sami's chin. It's been too long, too long since he's been manhandled around and fucked so thoroughly the way only Hunter can, and a twisted part of him revels in the noises he can hear Roman making, the muffled protests and desperate mewls cutting through the air as Hunter continues to ravage Sami's mouth, as if on purpose.

Hunter's playing them both against each other, Sami knows this, and both he and Roman are loving every second of it.

Besides, Sami allows himself to think, Roman gets to feel this on a regular basis, if not quite every day—he can wait a little more for his turn.

Told you I wasn't innocent, Big Dog…

Hunter reaches down and cradles Sami's erection, jutting out from his nest of reddish curls, stroking lazily. "Got you all excited, didn't I, Red? You still holding it for me?"

Sami nods, still unable to produce words despite his mouth being unoccupied.

"Good boy…" Hunter praises him, kissing the side of his neck. "Now, how do you wanna get off? You want my hands, or do you want to finish yourself off?"

"I…" Sami chokes out. "I want…"

Roman jangles the belt binding his wrists against the headboard to get their attention, mouthing something behind his gag, eyes dark and wild and huge. Sami takes one good look at him and feels a surge of something inside him, knows this is an opportunity he probably won't get again.

"His mouth…" Sami says tentatively, craning his neck to look at Hunter. "I want his mouth,"

Roman's shoulders sag in what Sami chooses to interpret as relief, while Hunter rewards him with a lopsided smirk. "Good choice, Sami…"

Sami's head is enveloped a thick fog of lust as he crawls up Roman's body until he's kneeling astride his chest, scarcely able to believe what he's about to do. Hunter's lying next to Roman, clearing sweaty strands of hair from his face and kissing his forehead affectionately. "You hear that, baby boy? Sami wants to come in that sweet mouth of yours…you gonna be good for him?"

Roman nods, looking up at Sami who's now hovering directly above him. Sami can see his own chest heaving with the sharp breaths he's letting out, tugging at his cock slowly as Hunter's hand works the gag out of Roman's mouth and lets it hang under his chin, wet with spit and glistening.

"Fuck his mouth, Red…" Hunter says, a hand at the small of Sami's back nudging him forward. Sami complies, acutely aware that he and Roman are no more than puppets on a string at this moment, pushing his cock into Roman's waiting mouth in one swift move. At Hunter's urging he starts moving, bracing his hands on the headboard as he fucks in and out of Roman's mouth, the velvet heat enveloping him almost too much to bear. He's had Roman's mouth on him before but never like this, never with both of them so keyed up and Hunter pulling their strings, orchestrating every moment for his own viewing pleasure. Roman, bless him, just lies there and takes it, thick lips pouted to perfection around Sami's length, eyes shut and hands dangling limply from his bindings.

"How's that?" Hunter asks as he looks up from the pillow, one hand cupping the back of Roman's neck.

"Fuck, he's…he's…" Sami struggles with the words. "Perfect…"

"You hear that, baby boy?" Hunter says, kissing Roman's cheek with a tenderness that seems to be misplaced considering that he's directing Sami to fuck Roman's throat as hard as he can. "Sami thinks you're perfect…"

Roman just mewls out something high-pitched and throaty, his lips tightening around Sami even more.

"Shit, shit…" Sami says, his fingernails scratching against the wallpaper.

"You gonna come, Sami?"

"Yeah….fuck!" Sami exclaims, his vision starting to gray out at the edges.

"Go on, come on…let Roman swallow all of it, he's fucking hungry for you, come on…give it to him." Hunter coaxes, and Sami can't take it anymore. He shoots his load deep in Roman's mouth, head resting against the wall as the convulsions take over his body, faintly registering the sensation of Roman sucking him dry. It's too much, too much to take in at the same time, Sami's nerve endings sparked like crosswires, trapped between the tight heat of Roman's mouth and Hunter's palm splayed against his back.

Sami opens his eyes and looks down to find Roman staring straight up at him, lips still wrapped tight around his cock, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. A bead of white escapes his lower lip and trickles down his chin, where Hunter's index finger scoops it up and pushes it back into Roman's mouth.

It's all so very, very fucked up and yet it's also the hottest thing Sami's ever seen all his life, especially when Roman swallows around his length and lets Sami slip from his mouth, a messy trail of come painting his chin and splattering the dark strands of his beard.

"Mmm…such a mess you're making, baby…" Hunter wipes his thumb across Roman's chin and kisses him, lapping messily at the remnants of Sami's release and that's almost enough to get Sami hard again. He feels like he's under some kind of spell, mesmerized by the grade-A pornographic images being played out before him and the heat of intimacy encircling the three of them, at how debauched Roman looks and how self-satisfied Hunter seems to be.

"D-daddy…" Roman mutters, and Sami's spent dick twitches in response. Fuck, that's still the hottest thing he's ever heard in his life. "Daddy, please…"

"What's that, baby?" Hunter says, trailing his fingers down Roman's chest, spreading the mess of sweat and spit pooling there.

"He hasn't come yet," Sami supplies dumbly, moving to lie on Roman's other side.

"Oh, that's right…" Hunter says playfully, hand trailing down until he finds Roman's hard cock, taking it in his palm and tugging lightly. "Do you think he's deserved it, Red?"

Sami feels an odd rush of something—power, control, whatever it is that Hunter wields so effortlessly over them both. He can't believe Hunter is sharing it with him—it feels at once like a privilege and an unbelievable burden.

"Yes…" he manages to choke out. "He's done good…"

Hunter smiles and kisses Roman's cheek again. "What do you say to that, baby boy?"

"T-thank you, Sami…" Roman lets out, panting heavily.

"Sami, why don't you relax for a bit, yeah? I'll take care of this…" Hunter says.

Sami nods, leaning back to watch as Hunter takes Roman's cock in the firm grip of his left hand, stroking slowly at first. Then his right hand sneaks between Roman's legs and searches under, and while Sami can't quite see what he's doing there it's plain from Roman's reaction that Hunter's breached him with his fingers, causing Sami's own well-used hole to twitch in sympathy.

Roman's squirming, pulling against his binds as Hunter's hands work him, biting his lip down hard until Hunter pries them open with his own mouth, swallowing down his moans in a wet, messy kiss that makes Sami's throat run dry. It's way too soon for him to get hard again but his body sure has a go at it, buoyed by the sights before him.

It doesn't take long for Roman to come, his cock shooting in Hunter's fist and sending messy spurts everwhere, staining his chest and stomach. Sami licks his lips involuntarily at the sight, listening to the long, drawn-out moans Roman's letting out and Hunter's murmurs of appreciation. Hunter reaches up and undoes the belt binding Roman's wrists together, while Sami reaches behind Roman's head to unfasten the strap of the gag. As soon as his hands are free Roman reaches, surprisingly enough, for Sami, pulling him down to share a kiss with him, lips trembling and tasting like an odd mix of relief and gratitude. Sami's eyes catches sight of Hunter behind Roman's shoulder, seeking silent permission, but the older man just smiles knowingly at them both, like a pleased teacher.

Hunter leaves the bed soon after, leaving Sami with Roman, holding each other's sweat-soaked bodies on the damp bedding as they both come down from their shared high. Roman's eyes look bloodshot and tired but he's smiling, which delights Sami to no end, resting their sweaty heads against the pillowcase.

"Fuck, that was…" Sami manages to say. "…that was intense."

Roman nods, rolling over to lie on his back, rubbing at his wrists. "He's not done with us, you know…"

"Yeah…" Sami says. "I know."

Hunter returns with two bottles of mineral water and a pair of towels from the bathroom, draping one over each of them as he watches them drink. Sami chugs down a few good gulps but Roman just sips carefully, Hunter's arm wrapped around his shoulder.

"You okay, baby?"

"Yeah, yeah…" Roman says. "Just…gimme a minute."

"Take your time…" Hunter says, pressing a quiet kiss on Roman's temple. "Take it easy, lie down for a bit…"

Sami watches intently as Hunter gently maneuvers Roman to lie flat on the bed, toweling him down to wipe off the mess of bodily fluids staining his body, stroking his hair and whispering words Sami can't quite make out into Roman's ear. They seem to put Roman at ease, his breathing evening out as he curls up and the soft blankets are pulled up to his shoulders. To Sami's eyes it looks almost like Hunter's tucking in a sleeping child, which is ridiculous considering what's just transpired between them minutes ago, but then again maybe that's part of the whole appeal.

Roman's asleep before long, and Sami suddenly feels acutely aware of the sticky mess of his own body, the prickly sheen of sweat covering him from head to toe. He excuses himself to go to the bathroom, retreating from the bed as quietly as he can so as not to jostle Roman awake, and feels Hunter's gaze following him every step of the way.

The Vegas night air is blowing cool and dry against Sami's face, bringing with it the waft of noises coming from the Strip and the incessant pulses of garish-colored lights. He's sitting out in the balcony with a can of Coke poured over a glass of ice cubes, knees pulled up to his chest on the deck-style chair. He's not tired enough to fall asleep, he's had a shower and a light snack, and Roman's still napping quietly in the bedroom, so he figures he might as well get himself a bit of fresh air out here.

Hunter soon joins him, and Sami scoots over to make room for him on the deck chair, letting Hunter arrange himself before he pulls Sami close to lie against him, resting his head against Hunter's bare chest.

"How you feelin'?"

I was just treated to a sex show between two of the hottest men I've ever known, and came so hard I almost blacked out.

"Fantastic…" Sami says. "Wish I got to do this more often…"

Hunter chuckles and runs his fingers through Sami's hair. "Missed you, Red…"

"Yeah, maybe we should make this a pre-Wrestlemania ritual or something, so I'll at least have something to look forward to every year."

He didn't mean to make it sound like a complaint, but his tone must have betrayed him. Hunter sighs and strokes down his back in response. "I'm sorry things aren't quite working out for you yet…"

"Don't be," Sami says. "You said it yourself last year, it's not up to you what happens to me once I get moved up."

"Are you holding up okay, though? I know it gets tough when you put in so much work into it and don't see things working out…"

Sami sighs heavily. "It's harder some days… but what else am I gonna do? It's what I love doing, so I'll just keep on doing it."

Hunter says nothing in response, just rakes gentle fingers down his back before nestling them in his hair again.

"Anyway, thanks for taking my mind off things for a bit…" Sami says.

"Oh, there's plenty more where that came from, Red…just wait a bit," Hunter says, a playful promise in his voice.

"You sure we haven't worn Roman out yet?"

"Nah, he's taken a whole lot more than this from me…" Hunter assures him. "He just needs a breather."

"God, you're so fucking lucky, you know that?" Sami can't help himself from saying. "He's…he's unbelievable."

"I know…" Hunter agrees. "Believe me, I know."

"The way you two are…I'm surprised you'd even think of sharing him with someone else."

Hunter tenses slightly, his hand stilling at the small of Sami's back. "Yeah…that…didn't always work out so well."

Sami looks up. "How do you mean?"

Hunter shakes his head. "After the Royal Rumble, he wanted someone…a very specific someone, that is. Needed this person to…mess him up, target this very specific thing in his head that he needed after that night."

Sami feels himself coil up in tension as he puts two and two together. "It was Orton, wasn't it?"

"Yes…" Hunter nods.

"What happened?" Sami asks, dreading the answer.

"Randy got a bit…overzealous," Hunter says uneasily.

"Fuck, did he hurt him?" Sami rises up off Hunter's chest. "He did, didn't he?"

Hunter's expression was grim. "I didn't realize it until it was over—Roman didn't signal me anything, didn't try to stop it."

"Fuck," Sami hissed. "What'd…what'd you do?"

"If it were up to me, I'd have thrown him down a flight of stairs or run him over with my car or something…" Hunter says. "Unfortunately, the best I could do was book him a loss against John Cena and have him kneel to Bray Wyatt,"

Sami shudders, a cold sensation prickling the back of his neck. "That…that was you?"

"I try not to over-exercise it, but yeah…" Hunter nods. "Nobody else needed to know what it was for, but Randy does…and that's enough for me. Also, he's never getting near Roman again."

"Oh, I sure hope not…" Sami says, feeling oddly angry. "Why'd…why'd you let me near him, then?"

"Oh, Sami…" Hunter's expression brightens slightly. "You know Roman likes you. A lot. And I'm kind of fond of you as well in case you haven't noticed…"

Sami feels a flush of color rising to his cheeks. "Thanks…"

"In any case, I trust you. We trust you. I know you'd never hurt Roman like that. And I kinda like the sight of the two of you together…"

Sami squirms a little, though not from discomfort. "Well, I…kinda like you pushing him and me around to do all kinds of things to each other…it's oddly…liberating, in a way."

"Yeah, that's kind of the idea," Hunter says. "You get to let go, Roman gets to let go, and I get to watch my boys play together…"

"So everybody wins," Sami says.

"Everybody wins," Hunter agrees. "How often can you say that?"

"Not often enough," Sami says.

Hunter smiles and tips his chin up, kissing him slow and sweet, a sharp contrast to the wild, lustful puppet master of not two hours ago, and Sami finds himself melting a little, swayed by the easy affection and the warmth Hunter projects.

There's always going to be a part of Sami that loves Hunter, adores him for everything that he's done and everything he's still trying to do, worships the very thought of him like the teenager glued to his TV screen years ago, utterly transfixed by the sight of this man and the all-encompassing charisma he wields so effortlessly. Sami knows the danger of putting people on pedestals but even if Hunter's mystique has rubbed off since he started working for the man it's been replaced by a sincere bond of mentorship and guidance, a faith that Sami feels he hasn't quite repaid.

He won't ever occupy the same space in Hunter's life that Roman does, Sami knows that for sure, but he's grateful for what he does get, and the rarity of these encounters makes them all that sweeter. He gets to enjoy Hunter's solid, uncomplicated presence, the wrap of strong arms around him cradling him like a baby, and having Roman be part of it feels like an added bonus.

"Sami…" Hunter whispers after a long silence. "There's something else I wanna try tonight, something Roman's been asking me for…"

"Hmm…what is it?"

Hunter leans in close to whisper in his ear, and Sami's body jolts with a mixture of excitement and dread.

Roman wakes to the low hum of conversation happening somewhere above his head, and a pair of mismatched hands stroking down his abdomen. He blinks, trying to bring his vision into focus and vaguely sees the outline of two dark shapes hovering above him, reaching out blindly to grasp at them.

"Sshh, baby…we got you," Hunter's voice says as he catches Roman's hand in his, squeezing his fingers tight.

Roman curls towards the voice instinctively, seeking out the familiar warmth of Hunter's body. "Daddy…"

"Right here, I'm right here…" Hunter soothes him. "You ready to play again, baby? Is that it?"

"Mmm-hmm," Roman nods without thinking, Hunter's voice lulling him into that sweet, comfortable hazy space in his head where all his other cares are stripped away.

"Sami, can you get him ready for me?"

Roman feels his hips being hitched up, a pillow slid underneath him and a pair of hands gently prying his legs open. He looks down and finds Sami there, smiling a little sheepishly up at him, and Roman smiles back, eyes fluttering slightly when he feels lube-slick fingers at his entrance.

"Let Sami open you up nicely, baby…that's it…" Hunter coaxes his legs further apart, his other hand stroking gently through Roman's hair.

"Daddy…" Roman rasps out. "Are we…are we—"

"Yes, we're gonna do that thing you said you wanted to try," Hunter says calmingly. "Which is why you gotta let Sami prep you real good, okay?"

Roman nods, his legs falling open further, awash in the sensation of Sami's fingers opening him up and Hunter's soothing presence next to him, peppering his mouth with soft kisses.

Sami's fingers aren't as thick as Hunter's but they're longer, more nimble, and Roman soon finds himself rocking against them, trying to work them further into his hole, every jab against his sweet spot sending tremors down his body. Vaguely he hears Hunter instructing Sami to add another finger, and soon Roman's stretched wide around three, a flare of pain shooting up his spine which he fights not to let show on his face. He wants to be good, wants to be good for Hunter, for Sami, they're being so good to him, he wants to be good for them, do whatever pleases them, make them happy, make them keep touching him like this, like they want him more than anything else in the world.

"You wanna get Daddy ready with that mouth of yours?"

Roman nods, letting his lips fall open as Hunter pushes his half-hard dick between them, sliding in slow and easy, filling him up. He feels like he's floating on a bed of fire, bookended by the twin sensations of Sami's fingers fucking him open an Hunter fucking his mouth, both holes occupied and used like that's all they're ever meant for. He bucks his hips into the movement of Sami's hand and tightens his lips around Hunter's cock, eager and desperate in equal measure, needing something more, more, more.

"I think that's enough, Sami…" he hears Hunter's voice.

"You…you sure?"

"Yeah," Hunter says as he pulls out of Roman's mouth gently. "You need it bad, don't you baby boy?"

"Please, Daddy…" Roman begs.

Hunter smiles down at him and resituates his body, lying flat on his back and beckoning Roman to get on top of him. Faintly he registers the feeling of Sami's hands guiding him into position, and soon Roman's sinking down on Hunter's hot, hard length, his lube-slicked hole squelching wetly as he's penetrated.

"That's it, baby…you're doin' real good…" Hunter encourages him, hands firmly planted on Roman's hips.

For awhile Roman just rides Hunter slowly, enjoying the way Hunter's cock rocks up into him with every thrust, his own cock rubbing hard against his stomach. Hunter's hands guide their pace, thumb rubbing circles into Roman's pelvic bones in rhythm to his slow, methodical thrusts. Sami's plastered against Roman's back, breathing against his neck, dotting his shoulder with kisses.

"Push him down on me, Sami…slowly," Hunter instructs, and Sami's hand moves to the back of Roman's neck, pushing him down until Roman's head is resting on Hunter's chest, both of Hunter's arms coming up to envelop him, holding him in place.

"Fuck, that's…" Sami makes a noise of awe from behind them and Roman's cheeks heat up, aware of the sight they must be presenting, his hole stretched around Hunter's length and bobbing up and down on it slowly.

"Yeah, you want in on this, Sami?" Hunter says as he strokes a hand down Roman's face. "You want Sami to fuck you too, baby boy?"

"Yes…" Roman says. "Fuck, yes…please…"

Hunter smiles and kisses him, distracting him from the sound of a foil packet being torn open from somewhere behind him, and soon he feels Sami's weight shift behind him, the head of a condom-wrapped cock poking tentatively at his entrance.

"Go slow, Sami…" Hunter says over Roman's shoulder.

"Okay…"

Roman buries his head in Hunter's chest and closes his eyes, fighting to relax his muscles as Sami begins to push inside. For a few moments he thinks it's impossible, that he can't possibly take it, but then the head of Sami's cock slips past the tight ring of muscle and all three of them cry out, Sami with a shocked gasp and Roman with a whimper that he muffles against Hunter's skin.

It's too much, the feel of both of them inside him, he's stretched so wide and it hurts, it hurts but he wants it, wants to be overwhelmed by the feel of them, wants to get taken over completely until he can't think, wants to forget that he exists for any other purpose than to be fucked open like this.

"Sami…" he gasps out. "Keep going."

"Do it, Sami…" Hunter says. "Go real slow."

Sami has one hand on Roman's hips and another at the back of Roman's neck, pushing him further down against Hunter's chest, breaching Roman inch by agonizing inch alongside Hunter's already deep-seated length. Roman feels like he can't fucking breathe, his hands fisting the pillowcase on either side of Hunter's head, tears starting to stream from his eyes. Then, almost unexpectedly, Sami bottoms out, the full length of his dick sheathed within Roman's impossibly stretched hole, and Roman gasps in response.

"Fuck…fuck, Daddy…Sami…"

"Shhh….we've got you, baby boy…." Hunter soothes him, kissing the side of his face. "You're good…"

"Yeah…you're amazing, Ro…" Sami says, and his voice sounds so earnest and in awe that Roman can't help but smile.

"Am…am I?" he asks shakily.

"Yeah, you are…" Hunter clears a strand of sweaty hair away from his face. "Fucking love you, you're such a good boy, my precious baby…"

If he weren't so deep in subspace and so completely fucked out, Roman would remark about how Hunter always seemed to choose the most unorthodox moments to declare his feelings, like when Roman's nearly unconscious with two dicks inside of him, but as it is he just lets the words wash over him like a pleasant breeze, relishing the way they sink into his being like footprints in soft sand.

There's not much vigorous fucking they can do with Roman being so completely full, but Sami can still rock into him gently, making Roman gasp and whimper with each thrust, letting himself get carried by the motions of the two men he's currently trapped between. It's not that the friction and burn itself is pleasurable, but the feeling of being completely at their mercy, the total loss of his own control over his body, is what keeps Roman floating in a haze of bliss.

"Sami…" he hears Hunter mutter shakily over his shoulder. "When you're almost…you know, pull out before you come…"

"Okay…" Sami replies, and Roman sinks his head further into Hunter's chest. Of course, of course, how could he forget, his ass belongs to Hunter, his everything belongs to Hunter, and only Hunter gets to come inside him from now on, condom or not.

Sami stays inside for a few more languid minutes, moving slow and gentle, until he withdraws with the same care and deliberateness as he had when he pushed in, cock sliding wetly out of Roman's hole.

"You can come on his back…" Hunter says. "Go on…"

Sami takes up the invitation, Roman can hear the condom being peeled off, mere seconds before the first spurt his his back, Sami's grunting noises accompanying them. He can't see the look on Sami's face but he can see the pleased expression on Hunter, which is enough for him.

Before Roman can adjust to the feeling he's being moved again, pushed up and over until he finds himself lying flat on his back, legs hitched up over Hunter's shoulders, and Hunter starting to fuck him steadily. This is Roman's favorite position, where he can feel the solid weight of Hunter pressed down on him, the firm grip of Hunter's hands around his wrists letting him and whoever else watching know without a shadow of a doubt to whom Roman belonged.

"Damn, you're still so tight, baby…" Hunter remarks playfully, even though his voice is fraying slightly, signaling his impending climax. "Your hole's just made to be fucked, isnt it—so sweet and tight, taking my cock so good, like you're fucking made for it…"

Roman whimpers, eyes falling shut as he focuses on those words, the utter filth Hunter's so good at verbalizing that never fails to pull Roman over the edge.

"Gonna come in you soon, gonna drench you in it, fill you right up until you can't hold it in anymore, that's what you like, isn't it?"

"Yes, Daddy…" Roman gasps out with the last remnants of coherent thought. "Please…"

Hunter smiles down at him, nostrils flaring. "Yeah, keep begging for it, baby…love how you sound when you're split open on my cock, like you can't get enough of it—"

Roman comes, untouched, a sharp wailing cry wrenched from his throat which Hunter silences with a kiss, thrusting savagely several more times until he shoots his load, hot and wet inside Roman, hips pumping all the way through it. Roman feels like he's drowning, wrists clenched tight in Hunter's iron grip, breathing through a thick fog, Hunter's tongue roving inside his mouth. He's never felt better in his life.

Hunter retreats slowly, kissing a trail down his nose, his neck and his chest, pulling his cock out gently and replacing it with a single finger, smearing the spillover come around Roman's hole and pushing some of it back inside. His other hand takes hold of Roman's left ankle, rubbing the thick leather band enclosing it, toying with the pendant that bears his initials.

When Roman can breathe easily again, he finds himself maneuvered once more until his head is resting on a pair of fresh pillows, and Hunter's spooned up behind him, an arm thrown lazily around his waist. In front of him lies Sami, looking tired and a little frayed but smiling from ear to ear, the lovable smartass, one hand reaching out to stroke Roman's face.

"You okay, Ro?"

"Never been better…" Roman says, shuffling to press his back against Hunter's chest.

"Stay, Sami…" Hunter says. "Go to sleep…"

Sami nods and lies his head down next to Roman, still with that dopey smile on his face as if he's the one who's just been fucked within an inch of his life.

"How's that for a show, Sami?" Roman asks casually.

"I'll take this over the Cirque du Soleil any day," Sami says. "And that's coming from a Canadian."

Roman laughs and kicks Sami's foot gently, the pendant around his ankle jingling with his movement.