Damn he was hot as he shot come down my throat. I drank it up like cream, licking my lips and purring like a kitty when I was finished, too. We took a second to rest so Kek could recover. Crowding around him with the others, I held his hand and kissed it.
"Soon as I can move," he whispered, smiling at me.
"Yeah? Sounds like a threat."
"No threat." Kek pushed himself into a plank position, hovering above me. He grinned, eyes glittering as he stared. "I'm going to finish what I started."
Oh fuck yes. It was my turn. About gods-damn time, too! Fuck that shower tease- fuck it! My asshole was still tingling from that seven minute torture session, and my balls fucking ached from want of a mouth licking them. And I deserved it too. I deserved rim jobs, and blow jobs, and orgasms. I deserved this moment. All your boyfriends are belong to me. I can haz. Mine.
Look, I'm not entitled, I just know what I want out of life- and I wanted them.
I spread out my legs and raised my feet into the air on either side of Kek, tempting him as I licked the shape of my lips. My eyes lidded and closed. I didn't need to see. They surrounded me on every side, and that's all I wanted- them.
Kek darted between my legs, shoving me higher and my thighs wider apart as his tongue cycloned around my asshole.
"Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!"
Ryou's lips sealed around a nipple, sucking and biting until I groaned between the string of fuck yeses I chanted. Marik, that gorgeous yet aggravating fucking tease, rubbed his thumb up and down the slit of my head, barely touching me. I opened my mouth to yell at him to suck me off, but another spew of fuck yeses rang out instead. Couldn't… really… concentrate. Not with that tongue, that wonderful, wicked, agile, wet fucking tongue going at my asshole the way Ryou went at a cream puff or the way I went at steak.
"Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!"
"I swear, if we get a noise complaint-" Marik laughed. I didn't hear everything he said over my cursing.
"Oh… oh, you don't know, do you?" That was Ryou's voice. He'd stopped kissing my chest to look up at Marik. I growled, but they ignored me. "There's a reason he's screaming. Bakura, have you told Marik about the miracle which is Kek's mouth?"
"Ryou- not now- I- need- oh fuck yes, Kek! Fuck yes! Ryou! Quit fucking around and start fucking around!"
"You don't want to wait the full seven minutes?"
"Marik!"
They laughed above me and then swapped places. Marik bent low, lapping at my nipples. Ryou grabbed my shaft and rolled his tongue around the tip. My eyes slammed shut. Tears welled in the corners as I grit my teeth. The stabs of pleasure shooting down my cock were too intense for words.
"Bakura," Marik whispered, kissing up my neck.
I moaned. HIs voice was so godsdamned hot, and the way Ryou teased his lips around my tip was so godsdamned hot, and Kek's tongue wiggling inside me was so godsdamned fucking hot.
"I can't, oh gods, I can't- Ryou, Kek, Marik, someone, please. Don't make me wait." I tossed my head back, moaning and moaning and moaning.
"I love hearing a man beg." Marik's breath tickled my ear before his teeth nibbled my lobe, tugging just enough to make me purr.
Kek licked up to my balls, sucking one and then the other. My hips arched, and Ryou shoved a pillow below my ass to give him and Kek more room.
"Kek," Ryou said in his soft, polite voice.
Kek laughed, wiping his mouth before licking up my shaft. My nails scratched against the sheets and my toes curled. They raced their tongues up my shaft, and fluttered them at the head. Marik was trying to pinch my nipples, but he kept staring at the other two, watching how their mouths worked me over- his eyes glazed as his teeth scraped his bottom lip. If it wasn't so damn good I'd be laughing my ass off, but honestly? Watching Marik zone out as he watched them lick my cock was such a turn-on I thought I might come before either of them took me into their mouths.
Always the kind one, Ryou finally sealed his lips around my prick and slid down to my base, and- fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes!
His sunburned cheeks puffed out from the blowjob. White strands shook free of the bun as he bobbed his head up and down. I forget how beautiful he is sometimes, and then I look at him and can't breathe. Marik was having the same problem as his fingers danced around my chest, but his gaze stayed locked between my legs (a nice place for Marik's gaze, if I do say so).
Kek ran to the fridge, grabbing two more ice cubes. One he lovingly glided along Ryou's shoulders, cooling him off as he sucked.
"Holy shit!" I squealed as he pressed the other ice cube against my asshole.
My nipples perked as a chill shot through me. Marik took advantage, pinched them extra hard. I squirmed, instinctively trying to escape the cold, but at the same time, the mix of chills and heat, Marik's fingers and Ryou's mouth…
"Fu-ffff-fu-uhhh-ahhhhh!"
I wanted- no- needed- to com- shit! Kek's fingers stuffed inside me. Oh. My. Gods.
He fucked with his fingers with all the same enthusiasm as he gave to his rimjobs.
"That's right," Marik purred as his fingers spread down my chest in a teasing gesture. "Fuck him."
Kek glanced up at Marik, winking. Shit it was hot. And Ryou's mouth. Oh Ryou's mouth. That sweet, sweet mouth. Right on my cock. Right where I needed it. Tongue rubbed just where I wanted it. Oh my fucking gods!
"Keep sucking Ryou. He's about to come." Marik licked his lips. "Kek, go a little deeper. Tease his prostate."
Kek obeyed and I squealed like a bitch- enjoying every fucking second of it, too. Marik thumbed both my nipples, looking down at me.
"Well? Haven't you waited long enough? Come for us, Bakura."
The worst part? The best part?
The best part.
My body reacted to his words, like my spine was a lightning rod and his breath was the lightning Ra used to strike down blasphemers. I twisted, back arching, muscles clenching, mouth screaming, cock emptying itself into Ryou's lovely, lovely, lovely mouth. He cooed before swallowing, such an angel. Kek gave my prostate a final drag of his finger tips, pulling at the end to make my orgasm last just a second longer. Marik stared at me, and I felt his gaze penetrating inside me. I had no idea how my face looked, but I imagined it was pretty wrecked. I felt wrecked in the most blissful, serene way as my hips sank back into the mattress.
Gods, gods, gods, fucking gods. How does he do that to me with his smug fucking little speeches? How can a few words reach inside me like that? They were talking and laughing, but the blood roared in my ears as post-orgasmic euphoria washed over me. I couldn't say anything, I had screamed it all out already. All I could do was smile, my eyes fluttering shut.