Crazy Little Thing Called Love

by Vergina-spva

Killer and Penguin are causing a bit of trouble for their high school and their fathers. Will they ever give in to their true feelings or do they need a little help? Killer/Penguin, high school AU, father!Kid and father!Law, later on a hint of KidLaw and awkward teenage love the further the story continues. This fic contains consensual sex by minors. Cover pic by Trusslark.

62. Epilogue part 3

This is the very last chapter! There will be a lot of smut in this, and it'll be a little kinkier than what we're used to with these two. If you don't want to read that, that's fine, you can stop reading when you reach the dividing line. If you're sure you wanna read it, start reading now, and skip the next bit of this author note. If you're not sure yet if you want to read that, here are some warning tags I used on AO3 as well, to help you decide whether you want to read it or not (but they include spoilers, so be warned): ass eating, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dom/sub Play,face fucking, Hair Pulling, Threesome - M/M/M, slight objectification kink I guess, Penguin wants to be used like a sex doll, but it's all with clear consent of course, (like Killer would do anything without it), name kink

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Epilogue part 3

"Well, congratulations to the newly engaged couple," Hawkins said through the microphone. He handed Penguin's cap back, and gave them both a congratulating pat on the shoulder.

Before Hawkins could continue, however, Killer took the microphone from his hand, and gave him an apologizing look for interrupting him. "Thanks," he said, and then turned towards the crowd. "There's just one more thing that I need to say…" He looked at the people in front of the stage, as if he was looking for someone, but couldn't find them. "Dad… I know you're here somewhere… Oh well, I know you can hear me. Dad," he repeated, and then looked at the place where he'd picked Penguin out of the crowd earlier. "Law… Get your heads out of your asses and make up. We need you both at the wedding."

Penguin smirked widely at the way Killer addressed their dads. He was right, though. Kid and Law really needed to get back together, or at the very least stop fighting. Their wedding was just another reason for that.

Killer gave the microphone back to Hawkins, and kissed Penguin again. "I'll see you when the show is over, okay? You can go back now," he said with a slightly teasing tone to his voice. Killer had probably been perfectly aware of how uncomfortable Penguin had felt in the spotlight.

Meanwhile, Hawkins returned his attention towards the people that had come to watch their show. "Well, I hope you've all still got some teeth left from how disgustingly sweet that proposal was."

Penguin smiled at Killer one more time, before he made his way towards the side of the stage.

"Let's get back to the show you all came for, right?" Hawkins asked, and the crowd cheered.

As Penguin walked down the short stairs, he looked at his hand, the ring shining around his finger. A grin spit his face in two. Holy fuck, they were going to get married! Killer actually wanted to spend the rest of his life with him! Penguin couldn't believe how lucky he was, and his heart threatened to swell out of his chest from happiness.

As he made his way back to his father's and Haruta's side, various people reached over the fence to pat him on his shoulder to congratulate him. Penguin absentmindedly smiled at them, but didn't really see anyone until he'd reached the part in the crowd where the people had left a gap for him to fill again, and he saw his father wait for him with a smile on his face.

After Penguin climbed over the fence, he spoke loudly to his father, hoping to be heard over the music – fortunately the band started to play a ballad, which was one of their quietest songs. "You knew about this!" Penguin said accusingly.

Law smirked widely. "Of course I knew about this!" He wrapped his arm around Penguin and pulled him into an uncharacteristic hug. "Killer is a perfect gentleman and asked for my blessing."

Penguin looked surprised at his father's face, but just as Law was letting go of him, another pair of arms wrapped themselves around the two of them and joined the hug. "I'll do you one better; he asked for my blessing too."

"Shachi!" Penguin said surprised, and when his friend allowed them some room, he looked in disbelieve at him. "I didn't know you would come! Did he really ask for your blessing?"

Shachi grinned widely at him. "Yeah, he said it was important to him that your best friend supported it. And, I mean, we did have a bit of a bumpy start."

Penguin felt his love for Killer grow by the minute. He looked from Shachi to Law. "And you both gave it to him?"

Law chuckled. "Don't sound so surprised, we can see he cares about you and has your best interest at heart. Besides, after all these years, you're still glowing when he's around you."

Penguin blushed, and was glad it would probably not be visible in the dim light around them. "I am?"

"You are," came the answer from both Shachi and Haruta.

The latter embraced him as well. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," Penguin answered with a smile that would probably not leave his face for the rest of the evening.

"Yes, congrats, and I brought beer to celebrate!" Shachi carefully held up a tray with four big plastic cups.

Penguin cast a playful look at his father. "I don't know if the fun police will allow that."

Law smirked. "You've made your decision, now you're allowed to celebrate."

Not waiting until he had finished talking, Penguin grabbed one of the cups from Shachi's tray, and held it up in the air a little longer than necessary, just to show off his ring a bit.

Shachi gave him a playful punch against the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, we get it, you're engaged." He held out the tray so Law and Haruta could grab a beer as well. "Shouldn't you like, pay your fiancé on stage some attention?"

With a wide grin, Penguin turned around to the stage again. He looked up at Killer, who was playing his guitar with an equally happy smile on his face.

God, he loved that man.

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Killer made his way from backstage towards the main hall as quickly as possible. Opening the door, he saw Penguin already waiting for him, a big smile on his face when he saw Killer. "There is my fiancé," Penguin said playfully.

Killer caught him in a kiss, and scooped him up from the floor in one go. Penguin let out a slight yelp, but returned his kiss, and soon wrapped his legs around Killer's waist. Killer moved them towards the nearest wall, all the while kissing Penguin like he hadn't seen him in years, and ignoring everyone around them. When Penguin's back hit the wall, they finally broke their kiss, but their lips stayed only an inch apart. "I love you so much," Killer grunted, his heart feeling like it was exploding in his chest. He still couldn't quite believe Penguin had said yes.

There was a band playing for the afterparty of the tour, but he could still hear Penguin's words above the music. "I love you too… so, so much."

Killer pressed his lips on Penguin's again, and held his body tightly between his own and the wall, kissing him hungrily. Shit, it felt so good. And it felt even better now that he knew Penguin would his forever. Since Penguin still had his legs wrapped around him, Killer could easily grab his butt, and squeeze it, making his fiancé shift his hips against him.

Penguin moaned into his mouth, and then broke the kiss. "Killer…" he said, panting. He brought his mouth towards Killer's ear. "I've douched before coming here."

"Fuck," Killer grunted. He could feel the space in his pants growing tighter. He kissed Penguin again, trying to feel as much of his lips and tongue as possible, not caring the slightest that there were probably some people staring at them. The knowledge that Penguin had made sure he was clean before coming here, the knowledge that he wanted to have sex with him, made Killer so incredibly horny. He wasn't sure he would be able to wait until they were somewhere private.

No, scratch that. He was sure he wouldn't be able to wait until they were somewhere private. Killer grinded his hips into Penguin's, receiving another barely audible moan from him. Oh no, he definitely couldn't wait.

"Come," Killer grunted against his fiancé's lips. He let go of Penguin's body, and let him land with his feet on the floor, but Killer grabbed his hand instead and pulled him with him. They made their way through the crowd until Killer had found the door to the men's room. He pulled Penguin inside, and quickly scanned the room. There were two stalls and four urinals against the opposite wall, and a big, broad lavatory with three sinks in front of a mirror and a hand dryer on the wall that contained the door. A condom machine hung on the third wall, next to the door, leaving the fourth wall empty. There was no one to be seen. Perfect.

Killer started kissing Penguin fervently again, leading him towards the furthest, empty wall between the sinks and the urinals. This time, however, he placed himself against the wall. He let his hand travel to Penguin's butt and squeezed it firmly, before letting go of him completely. Killer gave him a heated stare, and he saw Penguin look back at him equally lustful.

Killer licked his lips. "Get on your knees and suck my dick."

Over time, Killer had learned that it turned Penguin on immensely to be ordered around. It had taken Killer some time to get used to, as he'd first felt like Penguin deserved to be treated better, but after a while he realized Penguin didn't want to be treated better. Not during sex, anyway. Still now, Killer wasn't always able to get into that more dominating role, but when he was really horny, he could turn that mental switch and play it Penguin's way – and Killer had to admit it could be pretty hot. Besides, they had agreed on safe words to use whenever either of them would feel uncomfortable with it, a long time ago, so they'd know for sure they wouldn't go too far. The stoplight system worked perfectly for them; red meant stop everything, yellow meant slow down or take a break, and green meant they were fine and wanted to keep going.

It seemed like today was Penguin's lucky day, as Killer was completely in the mood to dominate him. Penguin's eyes widened, and he bit his lip at the command, but he eyed the dirty floor shortly. "Here?"

Killer took off his fiancé's cap and placed it next to the sink. "Yes. Here. Now."

Penguin looked him in the eyes, breathing heavily, and without saying anything else, he dropped to his knees and started unbuttoning Killer's pants.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone clearing his throat from one of the stalls. "Could you like, wait till I'm done?" a man spoke.

Killer saw Penguin look up at him expectantly, his hands still on Killer's pants, waiting for further instructions.

Killer shook his head slowly, and made sure to keep eye contact. "Continue," he said quietly. He didn't care anymore if some stranger saw them. He wanted Penguin badly.

At this, a small smirk appeared on Penguin's lips. He zipped open Killer's pants, and tugged them down without hesitation. He licked his lips while he started palming Killer's hard-on through his boxers, his eyes never leaving Killer's.

While Killer appreciated the friction, it was not what he'd asked for, and once he had turned that switch inside his head, he was going all in. "I said suck it."

He could see the lust spark up in Penguin's eyes. Without further ado, Penguin pulled his boxers down too, freeing his erection. He wrapped his hand around the base and placed the tip on his tongue. Looking up at Killer, he first let his tongue rub against the underside a few times, before closing his mouth around it and sucking on it.

Killer moaned softly. "Oh, yeah, that's it."

Penguin started moving his mouth up and down his dick, using his hand to match the rhythm. When a flushing sound was heard, Killer placed his hand on Penguin's head, to make sure he wouldn't stop. All the while, he kept a close eye on him to see if his fiancé showed any sign of discomfort, now that he couldn't talk. They might have gotten used to the dom/sub dynamics, but the public thing was new to them. However, Penguin kept passionately sucking him, even when the door behind him opened with enough sound that he should have heard it.

Killer bit his lip. Fuck, that was hot. Realizing Penguin was okay with this, he looked up at the man who just left the stall.

They guy met his stare, and then glanced down at Penguin. "Geez," he said, a look of slight disgust on his face. "It's you two. Congrats on the engagement, I guess." Only then he averted his eyes. "That's one way to celebrate it…" He walked towards the door.

"Thanks." Killer smirked, and for a moment, the only sound heard, was that of Penguin sucking his dick like his life depended on it. And fuck, he was good at it. The stranger had almost left the restroom when Killer spoke again. "Don't forget to wash your hands." The last he saw of the man, was his hand flipping him off, until the door fell shut behind him.

Killer looked at Penguin again, and Penguin looked back, releasing Killer's dick from his mouth. He smiled cheekily, but had a blush covering his cheeks. "That was kinda hot."

Killer chuckled. "You like having an audience, huh?"

Penguin shrugged. "Apparently…"

Placing his hand underneath Penguin's chin, Killer pushed softly upwards. "Get up."

Penguin scrambled to his feet, and as soon as he was standing, Killer kissed him hungrily again. He brought his hands towards the fly of Penguin's trousers, but then he decided on another course, and removed them again. He broke their kiss and brought his mouth towards Penguin's ear. "Drop your pants for me."

Penguin looked over his shoulder towards the door, before he brought his hands towards his pants, blushing heavily.

Killer smirked. "You're not getting self-conscious all of a sudden, are you?" He started kissing Penguin's neck. "Just a moment ago you thought it was hot when someone caught us." Killer sucked hard on the skin his lips found, getting a soft moan from Penguin.

"Don't make hickeys on me, dammit," Penguin said.

"Oh?" Killer said sharply. "Are you doing the ordering around now?"

Penguin inhaled harshly. "No."

Killer hummed against his neck. "Didn't think so." He sucked again, intent on making another hickey. God, Penguin was his, and if people didn't see it on his hand, he would make sure they'd see it on his neck.

Penguin moaned again, and Killer let his hand run down Penguin's back, into his pants and underwear, squeezing his ass cheek. "How come your ass is still clothed? I thought I told you to drop your pants."

"Y-yes," Penguin panted, and he quickly did what Killer asked of him.

When Penguin's pants and underwear were both below his knees, Killer took the opportunity to squeeze both his buttocks, pressing his crotch against himself, feeling exactly how hard Penguin was. "Hmm, that's more like it."

Penguin bucked his hips. "Killer…" he moaned softly.

Killer bit down on Penguin's neck when he heard his name pronounced in such an erotic way. Fuck, it went straight down to his dick.

He removed his mouth from the abused flesh on Penguin's neck, and briskly turned Penguin around so he was facing the lavatory, bending him over slightly. He stood behind him and placed his hands on his hips. "Knees up," he said as he lifted Penguin from the ground. Penguin did what he said, perfectly in time with Killer lifting him. He landed on the washstand on all fours, exactly how Killer intended it.

Killer smirked, looked Penguin in the eyes via the mirror for a second, and then dove down, his face disappearing between Penguin's ass cheeks. He let his tongue run over the tight ring of muscles he found there a few times, pressing it flat against his hole, before dipping it in shortly.

"Oh, fuck," Penguin moaned, making Killer double his efforts. He had missed eating Penguin's ass, and when Penguin had told him he was clean, he couldn't let the opportunity pass. The wonderful sounds he got out of Penguin when he did that, never ceased to amaze Killer and turn him on. That, and the fact that he could feel Penguin loosen up around his tongue.

Killer brought his hand around Penguin's body to stroke his cock while he kept working his hole with his tongue. He brough his other hand towards his own rock-hard erection.

By the sudden amount of music invading the room, Killer deduced that someone had opened the bathroom door again, but he didn't stop his actions. Penguin hadn't stopped sucking him when someone saw them, so he wouldn't stop either.

"What the fuck!"

Killer suddenly pulled back and ceased all his actions as he recognized the voice. When he looked at the door in shock, the person had already left again, slamming the door shut behind him, but his voice came yelling through the door anyway. "Killer, I'm revoking my blessing!"

Killer looked in the mirror at Penguin, who looked back at him in shock, his hand slapped in front of his mouth. Killer himself had gotten bright red. It was one thing to be caught by a stranger. It was another thing completely to be caught by your father-in-law.

Still, he recovered from his shock quickly, and chuckled slightly nervously. "Sorry, no takebacks!" he yelled jokingly at the door, not even knowing if Law was still on the other side of it. "He already said yes!"

"Kill?!" Penguin exclaimed.

Killer chuckled, and kissed his back, just above his ass. "What?" He moved lower, and let his tongue dart out again, teasing the sensitive ring of muscles.

"You're just gonna continue?!" Penguin asked surprised. "After my father just walked in on us?" He gasped when Killer didn't stop his actions.

Killer chuckled. "He already saw what he saw. I don't think he's gonna come back any time soon." He dipped his tongue inside for a moment, making Penguin moan softly. "But if you want me to stop… you know the word." After a little more teasing with his tongue, he raised his head to watch Penguin's face in the mirror.

Penguin bit his lip and nodded barely visibly. Killer put his middle finger inside his mouth, and made sure to coat it in as much saliva as possible, before pulling it out again. "What's your color?" he asked, just to be sure.

Penguin looked at him with a heated stare. "Green." When Killer had that confirmation, he pushed the finger inside him.

Penguin let out an incredibly sexy moan. Then his hand went towards the pants that were pooled around his knees. Killer watched how Penguin tried to retrieve something from his pocket, while Killer kept moving his finger in and out of his butthole.

After a few seconds, in which Penguin started breathing heavily from pleasure, he finally managed to get a small bottle out of his pocket. "Kill… Killer," he moaned softly, while holding the bottle up to him.

Killer smirked when he saw it contained lube. "You sure came prepared." Still, he didn't take the pocket-sized bottle from his fiancé's hand, and instead spit on his finger and kept using his saliva as lubrication. "You want me to use that?" he asked teasingly.

"Hng," was all Penguin said. It sounded quite desperate.

Killer chuckled. "Fine." He held up his free hand. "Coat my fingers."

Penguin moaned again, and uncapped the bottle with his thumb. He squeezed a generous amount into Killer's outstretched hand, and put the bottle aside. Then he started spreading the lube over Killer's fingers, while Killer didn't stop his movements with his other hand, even though the saliva didn't work well as lubrication for very long. He watched how Penguin stroked his fingers to make them slick, and it looked, sounded, and even felt, so fucking hot. Damn, he should let Penguin do this more often.

Soon his fingers were completely coated, and Penguin let go of his hand. "Yes," Penguin said, as a sign he was ready for Killer to use his lubed-up fingers. "Two."

Killer smirked. "Two?" he repeated, as he replaced his right hand with his left. He placed one lubricated finger at his entranced, and pushed in only the slightest bit.

Penguin looked at him in the mirror with a heated gaze. "Two, please."

Killer's smirk became broader. "That's more like it." He added another finger and pushed both of them inside in one fluent motion, making Penguin cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck, Peng," Killer growled. "I've missed you so much. And you moan like you haven't had sex in at least three weeks."

Penguin snorted. "Well, I haven't seen you in three weeks, so it's hard – ahhh!"

Killer chuckled as he curled his fingers to reach that special spot. After all those years, he had no problem finding Penguin's prostate anymore. "Oh, it's definitely hard," he said suggestively. "You and me both." He set an easy rhythm with his fingers, making sure to brush over that sweet spot inside Penguin every now and then. "But don't tell me you didn't finger yourself in my absence."

He saw Penguin look flustered at him. "That's not the same."

Killer brought his mouth towards Penguin's hole again and let his tongue massage the outside areas while his fingers kept thrusting in. He hummed in response. "If I'm ever away again, I'm gonna forbid you to masturbate," Killer spoke when his mouth was free again. "But for now… wrap your hand around your dick and start pleasing yourself."

Penguin did as he was told, but whined softly. "No… it's too much."

Killer smirked, and let his tongue run from Penguin's balls to his hole, making Penguin moan and whine even more. "It's not," Killer told him. "You'll make sure it's not." He added a third finger.

"Ah, fuck!" Penguin arched his back. "Killer… you're so good to me…"

Killer smiled. God, he loved Penguin so much, he wanted to give him everything in the world. Killer kissed his ass cheek. "Gotta reward you for saying yes." But he noticed Penguin's arm had stopped moving, and he wrapped his free hand around Penguin's, helping it move up and down around his cock. "Keep stroking yourself," he ordered.

Penguin moaned softly. "I'll say yes more often if I get rewarded like this."

"Yeah?" Killer bit softly in the flesh of Penguin's lower back, before placing a kiss on the same spot. "Then say it."

"Yesss," Penguin moaned.

Killer distanced himself a little more from Penguin to take a good look at him, only the fingers moving in and out of him still touching Penguin. "Again."

Penguin bit his lip. "Yes!"

"Hmm," Killer slapped his ass cheek hard. "Again."

"Yes!" his fiancé cried out.

"Keep saying it." Killer angled his fingers slightly differently, so they were brushing against that sweet spot inside Penguin again.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes!"

Killer placed a kiss between his buttock, before pulling back again. "Louder."

"Yes!" Penguin screamed, again and again, while Killer grabbed the small bottle of lube.

A smirk appeared on Killer's face, as a somewhat evil thought filled his mind. He did love teasing Penguin. After a particularly loud outcry from Penguin, Killer withdrew his fingers, and said, "Now, remember your dad's just outside this door."

This earned him a sharp kick in the ribs from Penguin's heel. "Killer!" Penguin whined.

But Killer could only chuckle. "Keep stroking yourself, this is my last warning."

He saw by the look on Penguin's face in the mirror, that he immediately snapped out of his embarrassment. He bit his lips as he continued jerking off. "Yes."

Killer smirked. "Good. You want my cock?"

"Yes," Penguin moaned again.

Killer uncapped the lube bottle, but then hesitated for a moment. "You think you deserved it?"

Penguin nodded. "Yes."

"Why?" Killer asked. "Why do you think you deserved it?"

Penguin looked at him via the mirror with begging eyes. "Because I said yes?" he said, hopeful.

Killer clicked his tongue. "I think you should suck my dick some more first, before you get it up your ass." He pulled Penguin from the lavatory, and Penguin wasted no time and got on his knees again.

He grabbed Killer's empty hand, and guided it to his head, while he took the tip of Killer's dick into his mouth. As he started bobbing his head, it was now Killer's turn to bite his lip. It was clear what Penguin wanted, and Killer was not above giving him that. He grabbed a fistful of hair, and held Penguin's head in place while he started to thrust into his mouth.

"Fuck," Killer moaned. Looking further down, he noticed Penguin was still stroking his own cock, which only made the whole thing hotter. "Fuck yeah." Killer sped up his thrusts for a little while, before slowing down again.

"Look at you, Peng, so desperate." He kept thrusting in easily, but deeply, challenging Penguin's gag reflexes, which Penguin was getting better and better at holding back. "Shit, you're so good. Letting me fuck that beautiful face of yours." He pulled out of Penguin's mouth and leaned down to kiss him passionately for a few seconds. "And still stroking yourself," he added, while straightening up. He pushed his dick back into Penguin's mouth. "You're so good."

A few quick thrusts were followed by a few slow ones, and then Killer pushed his cock as far down Penguin's throat as possible, keeping his head in place for a few seconds. Fuck, this felt good. Only when he heard Penguin made a gagging sound, did he pull back. A thick string of saliva ran from the tip of his dick to Penguin's lips. "You like choking on my cock?"

Penguin was panting heavily when he looked up at Killer. "Yeah."

"Yeah? You wanna keep chocking on my cock or do you want it up your ass?"

Penguin's eyes widened with lust, and even though the answer was evident on his face, he replied, "Whatever you want."

The corner of Killer's mouth curled up. "Well, in that case…" He shove his dick back into Penguin's mouth. "I wanna hear you say it. If you want me to fuck you, you gotta ask me nicely." He thrusted in a few more times, before pulling out again to give Penguin an opportunity to speak.

"Please…" Penguin said, panting hard.

"Please what?" Killer asked, but when Penguin didn't immediately answer him, he decided to make him choke on his dick some more. And fuck, his mouth was so hot, and his face so beautiful, all flustered and full of Killer's cock.

After a little while, he gave Penguin another chance to speak. "Please, fuck me," he said as soon as he had his breath back. "Please, fuck my ass, I want you so bad."

"Hmm." Killer let go of Penguin's hair and lifted his chin with his index finger to look him in the eyes. "Yeah, I think you deserve that now." He made a gesture for Penguin to stand up. "Stop stroking yourself."

While Penguin let go of his own erection, he let out a deep relieved sigh. He looked up at Killer in anticipation. "How will you take me?"

Killer just kissed him passionately, while he finally used the still open lube bottle to give his dick a slick coat, after which he closed it and tossed it into a sink. When he was sure his dick was slick enough, he pushed Penguin against the empty wall. "Against this wall," he said hungrily. "Step out of your pants."

With a little effort, but enough enthusiasm, Penguin managed to kick off his shoes and rid himself of his pants and underwear completely. After giving him a good look over, Killer decided to rid him of the tank top he was wearing as well. Then he pushed Penguin back against the wall, spreading his legs with his knees.

"Hng, Killer… you're standing there with only your dick out." Penguin complained.

Killer pressed his body against Penguin's. "So? I only need my dick out."

Penguin moaned softly. "At least take your shirt off… please?"

Killer hummed in agreement. He knew he couldn't deny Penguin anything when he said please. So he quickly started pulling up his shirt. "Because you ask so nicely." He threw his shirt in the direction of the lavatory as well.

Then he wasted no more time. He got both his hands on the inside of Penguin's thighs and lifted him from the ground, spreading his legs in the process. Penguin let out a surprised yelp, but Killer's mouth was immediately at his lips, kissing him hungrily. When he'd lifted his fiancé far enough that he would be able to enter him, Killer pinned Penguin between him and the wall again, and let Penguin wrap his legs around his waist. Killer put his hands on the outside of Penguin's legs, and then let them travel towards his ass. One hand went lower and positioned Kiler's dick at Penguin's entrance.

With one fluent movement, he pushed inside as far as possible. Ah, fuck yes!

"Fuck!" Penguin cried out.

Killer was breathing heavily as he held Penguin up by his ass, and started moving slowly. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his lips against the crook of Penguin's neck. He placed a soft kiss on his skin.

Penguin gasped. "Fuck yes." He moaned softly, nibbing at Killer's ear – fuck, that was nice. "You're so generous, Killer," Penguin moaned, "giving me so much dick." Killer felt Penguin buck his hips to meet his thrusts. "Your dick is the best."

Killer chuckled. "How many dicks did you have to compare?" He knew Penguin hadn't cheated on him, so he knew what the answer would be. He trusted him for 100%.

"I don't need to compare," Penguin answered. "Nothing gets better than this."

"Fuck, I love you." Killer sped up his pace a little. God, he had missed this during his weeks away. He had missed Penguin and he had missed fucking him. He never wanted to leave his side again. Shit, this was good. He kissed Penguin passionately, while trying to keep his pace evenly.

Penguin moaned into his mouth while Killer sped up some more. He dug his nails into Penguin's buttocks, and moved him away from the wall a bit, so his entire weight was for Killer to carry. Not that he had any problems carrying Penguin while he was fucking him.

Fuck, he had complete control over their movements like this, being able to move Penguin's ass while thrusting into him. He made the movements a little rougher, pushing into Penguin as deep and hard as possible. Penguin cried out, but Killer knew it was in pleasure; he knew Penguin didn't mind it when he was a little rough – if anything, he liked it.

After a while, Killer heard the door opening, but his mind was too clouded to pay any attention to it. He was so focused on moving Penguin's ass up and down in time with his own thrusts. Fuck, the friction and Penguin's constant moans were so good. The feeling of his dick disappearing into that ass again and again was the best thing there was. He didn't hold back his own moans. Fuck, he was so happy to have this ass for the rest of his life.

He looked into the mirror to watch how his cock moved in and out of Penguin's ass. That was so fucking hot. Like watching porn and feeling it at the same time.

Then he noticed a tall, ginger man with his back towards the mirror. He was taking a leak in one of the urinals, and seemed to pretend really hard that the couple fucking only a few feet away from him, wasn't there.

Killer looked up at Penguin's face, to see if he'd noticed the man as well, but Penguin had his eyes closed, and his mouth ajar in pure bliss. Killer kissed him sloppily, while he never stopped pounding into Penguin. Shit, this was so hot. He'd never thought it would be such a turn on for him to fuck Penguin in public. To have someone witness their intensely pleasurable lovemaking.

After a short while, Penguin broke their kiss, not able to maintain it any longer, as he moaned loudly. "Fuck, Kill… Yes!"

Killer smirked. Had Penguin even noticed someone had come in? When Killer looked up again, he saw the man had walked past them without a word, and was now at the tab washing his hands. He seemed to try hard not to look at them, but Killer caught his stare in the mirror. Killer's eyes widened when recognition hit him. He hadn't seen the guy in years, and he had definitely grown up, but the look in his eyes, the color of his hair, and the X shaped scar on his chin didn't leave room for any doubt.

Killer kept looking at him, slowing down his pace slightly, while Drake turned away from them and walked in the direction of the door, but not making any haste in doing so.

"Well, well, look who it is, Peng," Killer said loud enough for both of them to hear. Even though he had slowed down, he made sure every thrust into Penguin's ass was nice and deep, making Penguin whimper before he opened his eyes.

Drake had frozen in front of the condom machine near the door, and turned around. His face was bright red, but he didn't look away anymore.

"D-drake?!" Penguin said surprised. Killer checked his face for any sign that he might want to stop, but there was nothing to be found.

Drake didn't answer, but just stared at them. Killer and Penguin both stared back, but neither wanted to stop fucking in front of their old classmate, and they continued their easy rhythm. After several seconds, a minute maybe, in which the only sound inside the bathroom was that of their heavy breathing and flesh slapping against flesh, Killer spoke again. "You like to watch, Drake?" He was still standing there, after all; he hadn't made an attempt to leave the bathroom.

Drake's breathing had become heavier too. "Well, you have put yourselves on display," he answered accusingly. His voice sounded a little raspy.

Killer smirked. "We don't mind, do we, Peng?" Penguin shook his head in response.

Killer kissed him, and sped up a little again. Fuck, this was so incredibly hot. Killer chuckled inside his mind. He wouldn't be surprised if Drake was still a virgin. They would show him how it was done. They were losing themselves in pleasure, and Penguin started to moan again.

When he looked back at Drake a little while later, Killer saw that he was still watching, and rubbing his dick through his pants. Hmm, that was hot too. He cleared his throat. "Whip it out, Drake." Killer noticed Penguin's heated gaze was on Drake as well.

Drake looked at them, then glanced at the door, and then back at them again. He seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"Or not, it's up to you," Killer added. Then he turned to his fiancé again. "He's not as good at following orders as you are," he grunted softly against Penguin's ear.

However, his arms were getting slightly tired from holding Penguin up, and Killer decided it was time to try another position. So, he pulled out of Penguin, and let him stand on his own two legs again.

Penguin smiled mischievous. "Oh, I think he is."

When Killer looked at Drake again, he was opening his pants, and put his hand inside. Killer smirked, turned Penguin around, and bent him over the lavatory. He grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them wide, before pushing in roughly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Penguin cried out. "Fuck!"

As Killer watched Drake stroking his now uncovered erection, he started pounding into Penguin at a fast pace. Oh, fuck yeah!

"Fffuuck… Killer," Penguin moaned. "You're fucking me so good." He too looked at Drake for a while, moaning like a whore while Killer kept fucking him. God, Killer loved it when Penguin let go. Ah, yes, this was good. So fucking hot!

They kept fucking in front of the mirror, and in front of Drake for a few minutes. "Kill… Killer…" Penguin moaned after a while. "Killer!" he managed a little sharper.

Killer slowed down, noticing that Penguin wanted to tell him something. "What is it?"

Penguin made a gesture with his finger to signal Killer to come closer, and Killer leaned over him, bringing his head as close to Penguin's as possible, looking at him in the mirror, but he kept moving in and out of him. It was just too good to stop.

"I-I think," Penguin said quietly between moans. "I think he wants to join us."

Killer looked at Penguin's face, and then at Drake, thinking about what Penguin had said for a moment. Still, he kept his thrusts even, because fuck, he wanted to keep doing this forever. So. Fucking. Good.

But it might be even better if they added Drake.

"Do you want him to join us?" he asked near Penguin's ear.

Penguin bit his lip and looked intently at him via the mirror. He didn't want to say it with words, but his look said enough. Killer's mouth slowly turned into a smirk. "I keep learning new things about you today."

There was only a short moment of doubt in Killer's mind, and then he remembered what his father had said. 'Don't you ever wish you could bang someone else for a change?' Well, if Penguin wanted it too…

Killer slowed down to the point where he barely moved anymore, and turned his head towards Drake, who was still watching them while pleasing himself, but probably hadn't been able to hear their conversation just now. Killer licked his lips. "Wanna make it a threesome?"

Drake stilled his hand and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Are you serious?"

Killer shrugged. "I mean, I know you had a crush on me in high school, and you already kissed Penguin once…" he said smugly. "So, why not? If you're serious, we're serious."

Drake stared at them some more, his face red, but he didn't immediately respond.

Penguin chuckled. "You think he's still a virgin?" he asked Killer, but loud enough for Drake to hear.

Killer smirked. "Oh, definitely."

Suddenly, Drake's hand shot out and his fist slammed hard against the condom machine behind him. The impact made several packages fall down. "So what?" Drake asked. Then a slight, cheeky smile appeared on his face. "What better first time than with my high school crush and his boyfriend?"

"Fiancé," Killer corrected him, but he smirked. "Do be aware that this is a public bathroom, though. People walk in from time to time."

Drake shrugged. "His father is guarding the door," he nodded towards Penguin. "He only let me through because I insisted I needed to pee."

Killer let out a short laugh. He should have known there was a reason why so few people entered the restroom. He withdrew his dick from Penguin's ass, and pulled his fiancé up right. He kissed him below his ear. "Do you want me to take the lead?" he asked quietly.

Penguin gasped. "Yes," he breathed.

That was all Killer needed to proceed. He turned towards Drake again, and nodded at the machine behind him. "Take those condoms you slammed out of there, and come over here." He watched how Drake did what he asked, and added, "If there is anything you don't want to do, just tell us at any time. We won't get angry."

Drake nodded, and when he'd reached them, he placed the handful of condoms on the washstand. There were five of them, all different kinds and sizes.

"Good." Killer grabbed the bottle of lube that had fallen into the sink when it had been discarded earlier, and placed it next to the condoms. Then he carefully reached out with his left hand, and wrapped it around Drake's erection, his heart beating loudly. He'd never thought he'd hold anyone else's dick in his hand than Penguin's. When he started stroking him, Drake gasped. Killer smirked, and let his right hand wander to Penguin's cock, copying the motions of his left, getting an equally pleasured reaction.

God, this was hot. Killer had never even imagined jerking off two guys at the same time, but he felt so powerful doing so. He carefully studied Drake's cock, and compared it with his own and with Penguin's. Then he looked at the condoms to decide which would be best for whom. Even though Penguin and he didn't use condoms anymore, they would definitely use them with a third party involved. He knew Penguin wanted that as well, without having to ask him.

Killer leaned over to Penguin. "Are you okay with us kissing him, or not?" he asked him quietly. Killer knew Penguin could get a little jealous sometimes, and he didn't want to do anything that would make him uncomfortable. But kissing could make the whole thing even hotter.

Penguin seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then he nodded slowly, and smiled mischievously. "Are you?" he asked, taking a step towards Drake, and pulling him down by his jacket, into a kiss. Drake seemed surprised by this, but after a moment, he started kissing back, and within no time, tongues were involved.

Killer watched it, while he kept stroking them both. The pang of jealousy he had expected to feel, didn't come. This was just incredibly hot.

While Penguin and Drake kept kissing, Killer leaned forward and brought his lips to Drake's neck. He could hear and feel Drake moan quietly as he started kissing and licking his neck.

Killer himself gasped when he suddenly felt a hand wrapped around his own cock. He kept kissing Drake's neck with closed eyes, and wondered who's hand it was. Well, if he was honest, he had pretty good idea who's hand it was. He knew how Penguin's hands felt on his dick. This wasn't how. Killer smirked, and bit playfully into Drake's neck. It kind of felt like sneaking around behind Penguin's back, while he was right there. If he'd look down, he'd see Drake's hand on Killer's cock. And somehow, this was a major turn on for Killer.

However, Killer's eyes widened when he felt a second hand on his dick, moving along with the first. He finally looked down, and saw both Drake's and Penguin's hand jerking him off. Only a few seconds later, the two of them stopped kissing, and they both looked at him with a cheeky smirk on their faces.

Killer grunted. "Fuck, that's hot." He let go of their cocks, and pushed them slightly aside, so he could look at the condoms on the washstand again. Meanwhile, they both didn't stop stroking him. Killer moaned softly. He picked out one condom and pushed the package to Drake's side. He chose another to push towards Penguin, and picked up a third for himself.

"Peng," he said. "Get a condom on him." He didn't wait for Penguin to react, as he knew he would do as he was told, and instead Killer started to French kiss Drake now. Penguin's hand disappeared from his dick, but Drake's stayed, and kept stroking him. Fuck, Drake's mouth, Drake's tongue, they felt and tasted so differently from Penguin's. Not better, not worse, just different. But it was a very hot experience altogether.

After about a minute of sloppy kissing, they broke apart, and Killer saw that Drake's dick had a nice cover on it, and Penguin's hand was stroking him. Killer bit his lip as he pictured the next step in his head. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of Drake's pants and underwear, and pushed it down a little further, Penguin helping him in this, so Drake's ass was uncovered. They pushed it down some more, so the fabric was just past his knees. Killer breathed heavily. "Drake, go sit on your knees. I know the floor is dirty, but you'll want to shower after this anyway."

Drake looked at him, swallowed hard, and then did what Killer asked. Killer let his fingers run through Penguin's hair. "Peng," he said, and he brought his mouth to Penguin's ear, tugging softly at his hair, so he could grunt the next words quietly. "Get on all fours and suck his dick."

Penguin gasped at the command, and he didn't need the soft push down that Killer gave his head, to do what he was told. Within seconds, Penguin was on hands and knees, and Killer was sitting next to him, his and still in Penguin's hair, when the latter leaned forward to catch Drake's cock between his lips. Penguin started sucking him with as much passion as he'd sucked Killer, earlier that evening.

"Fuck," Drake moaned quietly.

Killer bucked his hips while he watched Drake's dick disappear into Penguin's mouth. Shit… this was so hot. He forced himself to look up to Drake's face. "This your first time getting your dick sucked as well?"

Drake was panting, but shook his head. "No… Best time though."

"Hmm," Killer hummed pleased. He leaned down and brought his mouth towards Penguin's ear again, while he caressed his head. "You hear that, babe? You're doing so well."

Penguin moaned softly as he licked, and sucked, and deep-throated Drake's dick. Killer raised an eyebrow. Penguin was definitely trying his hardest to leave a good impression, putting more and more effort into this blowjob. Now Killer felt a tiny bit jealous.

Dammit. Killer suddenly got the urged to teach Penguin a lesson, to remind him that he was his, and not Drake's. He got behind Penguin, and slapped his ass hard, making Penguin cry out in surprise and pleasure. Killer grabbed the bottle of lube from the lavatory, and added a few drops to his dick. He didn't want to waste anything, because God knew they were going to need it all.

He positioned himself behind Penguin, and smirked at Drake, who was facing him and panting heavily. Killer had already noticed Drake wasn't a moaner, even though he seemed to really be enjoying this. Drake stared back at him, and his eyes went down to Killer's cock, ready to pound Penguin's ass. Without further warning, Killer grabbed Penguin's hips, and shove him onto his cock.

"Aahhh," Penguin moaned loudly, losing his composure for just a moment. But once he was used to the feeling of Killer's cock inside him, he continued sucking Drake like nothing happened.

Little bitch, Killer thought playfully. While the view of Penguin sucking Drake while he was buried deep inside his ass, was fucking hot, he couldn't help but wanting to make Penguin lose control. So, he started pounding into him with fast and harsh thrusts. Shit, this felt good. Killer had to focus not to lose himself in the pleasure of it.

But it had the desired effect, as Penguin arched his back, and started to moan loudly. He seemed less and less able to stay focused on the task he had been given. Killer smirked, and after a little while, he grabbed a fist full of Penguin's hair, yanking his head back in such a manner which he knew didn't really hurt, but only added to Penguin's pleasure. The effect of this was that Penguin had to let Drake's dick slip out of his mouth, which gave him an opportunity to speak, if necessary. "What's the matter, babe? Can't concentrate anymore?"

Even though Penguin was able to answer – or say the safe word – the only thing that came out of his mouth, were moans. It seemed like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. This was all the confirmation Killer needed. He held Penguin's head back, slowing down his thrusts slightly, and looked up at Drake. "Drake, fuck his face."

Drake looked quite shocked at the command, and he let his gaze go from Killer, to Penguin, and back again. "What…" He seemed unsure whether he should do what Killer had said.

"Don't worry," Killer tried to reassure him. "He likes it. He'll let us know if he doesn't."

They both looked at Penguin's face now, and saw Penguin look up at Drake, keeping his mouth wide open, and sticking out his tongue slightly. It was a clear invitation for Drake to do as Killer had told him.

Drake bit his lip, and brought his dick towards Penguin's outstretched tongue. "I did not expect this from you, Penguin."

Penguin got a playful gleam in his eyes and let his tongue dart out a bit more to tease Drake's cock.

"Ah!" Killer said punitive, tightening his grip on Penguin's hair. "Mouth slack. Let Drake show his moves," he ordered his fiancé, and picked up his pace again.

Penguin moaned quietly, and Drake started to rock his hips softly, thrusting into Penguin's mouth. "What is he, your bitch?" When he seemed sure he was causing Penguin no discomfort, Drake looked up at Killer.

Killer smirked, but cast a loving look at Penguin. "Yes."

Penguin let out a noise that sounded almost like a protest, but Killer knew it was all show. Maybe he didn't like being called Killer's bitch in front of Drake, but he sure loved being it. Besides, if he really didn't like it, they had agreed on some safe signals as well, in case they were unable to speak. Repeatedly opening and closing a hand was a signal to stop all action and make Penguin be able to speak again so he could voice his discomfort. Nothing like that happened right now; Killer was always sure to check.

Killer kept pounding Penguin's ass, one hand on his hip, the other still holding his hair. He watched closely how Drake thrusted into Penguin's mouth. In his opinion, he went too easy on him. After a while, he decided to give him some direction. "He can handle more than that, Drake." He licked his lips. "Go deeper. Make him choke on your cock."

Drake immediately went a little deeper, but not quite choking Penguin yet, looking a little worried at Penguin. Meanwhile, Penguin had lifted his left hand, and raised his middle finger at Killer.

Killer just smirked, leaned forward to grab his hand, and kissed the outstretched finger. He placed his own fingers in Penguin's palm, applying a little pressure in a silent question to tell him his color; no reaction meant red, one long squeeze meant yellow, and two short squeezes meant green. Penguin kept his middle finger up, but used his other fingers to squeeze him two times; he was okay and wanted to keep going or wanted even more – it was usually the latter with Penguin.

Killer looked up at Drake, not removing his face away from Penguin's hand yet. "Do it."

Drake seemed to understand he had gotten confirmation from Penguin somehow, and thrusted even deeper into Penguin's mouth, burying almost his whole cock in his throat, before pulling back, and doing it again. "Fuck," he whispered.

When Drake put his hand on Penguin's head, Killer felt he was taking enough of a dominant role for Killer to pull his hand back, and place both hands on Penguin's hips again, so he could keep a steadier rhythm, and push in even deeper.

The sounds that escaped Penguin's throat were insane. A mixture of moaning and gagging, betraying just how much Penguin loved to be used like this. Saliva dripped down his chin, creating a wet puddle on the bathroom floor. "Fuck," Killer moaned, as he tried to time his thrusts with Drake's. "You like that, don't you, Peng? Two cocks buried deep inside you." He thrust in a bit harder, making Penguin cry out while he choked on Drake's dick. Who knew his little Penguin was such a cock slut? Fuck, this was hot.

He looked up at Drake, seeing the other man lose himself in the pleasure of fucking Penguin's mouth. As long as he didn't lose himself too much… "Drake," Killer spoke, getting his attention back. There was a question needed to be asked before they proceeded. "Are you a bottom or a top?" Please say both, please say both, Killer repeated in his head. Just because Drake radiated bottom energy to him, didn't mean Killer had to be right in that assumption.

Drake shrugged. "Dunno. But I'm open for everything."

Fuck yeah! Killer tried not to let his joy show too much, but that answer gave so many possibilities. "That's good to know." They could definitely have Drake between them, or… An idea popped up in his head. This might be a one-time opportunity, and Killer didn't want to deprive his fiancé of it.

He placed his hand on top of the one Drake had put in Penguin's hair to get Drake's full attention, and looked up at him. "Pull back," he commanded, and Drake immediately did so, pulling his hand back from Penguin's head as well.

They let Penguin catch his breath for a moment. Killer didn't stop fucking him, but slowed down considerably. "Peng?" he said, softly caressing Penguin's head. When Penguin softly moaned in reply, Killer continued. "Do you want to fuck him first?"

Penguin's head snapped aside in surprise to look at Killer for a moment. Then he looked up at Drake, who looked back at him with a shrug that said, 'why not'. "Yes," Penguin answered breathily, excitement obvious in his voice.

Killer smirked. He knew Penguin would be up for this. Killer had always felt a little guilty for never changing their roles – even though Penguin obviously liked being the bottom, he had said he wanted to try the other way around at least once – so Killer was glad he could give him this.

He pulled out of Penguin and hauled him up, so he was sitting on his knees with his back against Killer's chest. Killer placed a kiss right below his ear, and he could feel Penguin shudder at the touch. "Just this once," he mumbled into Penguin's ear, as he reached out for the bottle of lube.

"I fucking love you," Penguin murmured back.

Killer smirked as he placed the small bottle into Penguin's hand. "You prepare him too, then. Don't use it all up, we'll need more."

Penguin nodded, and moved towards Drake. He let his hand wander up Drake's chest, underneath the open leather jacket he wore. "Aren't you hot in this?" Penguin asked teasingly.

Drake chuckled, barely audible. "Incredibly."

Killer had stood up and walked over to Drake, not bothering to cover up his erection, his pants still halfway down his thighs. He went to stand in front of Drake, and brought his hand towards Drake's shoulders, slipping the jacket off them. As he took the garment off Drake's arms to place it on the washstand, Killer felt something hot and wet at the tip of his cock.

Penguin loudly cleared his throat in protest, and Drake pulled back his mouth almost immediately, looking at Penguin questioningly. Killer followed his gaze. If Penguin wanted to stop, that was perfectly fine with him, but it did come a little unexpectedly.

Penguin looked from Drake to Killer, his eyes resting on the latter. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Killer chuckled as he realized what his fiancé was talking about. "You're right." He grabbed the condom he'd picked out for himself and opened the wrapper. "I obviously didn't fuck your brains out yet, for you to think so clearly."

Penguin smirked at him, while letting his hand run down from Drake's chest to his cock. "Obviously," he said teasingly.

"I think you should focus some more on your task," Killer spoke sternly. As he started to apply the condom, he turned his attention towards Drake. "I think you should make it a little easier for him and take off your pants completely."

Drake gasped as Penguin started stroking him, but tried his best to peal his pants from his legs while maintaining his position so Penguin wouldn't have to stop doing what he was doing. When both his pants and underwear lay discarded on the floor, he straightened up again. Killer had had time to pull the condom over his dick completely, and let his hand rest on Drake's head. "Good. Now, go ahead."

Killer allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment as he felt his dick disappear into Drake's hot mouth. Until now, he had never thought about how different people might have different blowjob techniques, but shit, this was pretty nice. Drake was obviously less experienced than Penguin – at least Penguin knew exactly what Killer liked by now – but it was not in a bad way. He just did things differently.

Killer hummed softly and opened his eyes again to make eye contact with his fiancé. Penguin had opened the bottle of lube with his teeth, but seemed in doubt about whether he should remove his hand from Drake's cock to pour some lube into his hand, or try to find another way. Killer held out his hand to Penguin, as a sign to give him the bottle. Penguin immediately got the hint, and handed it to Killer, so Killer could pour some lube onto Penguin's fingers, using a little more than the bare minimum – Drake was a virgin after all, they didn't want to scare him away.

Penguin smiled grateful at him, and after a moment of spreading the lube on his fingers, he brought his hand towards Drake's butt. Penguin placed a soft kiss on his shoulder. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he reminded Drake, before he let his finger disappear between Drake's buttocks.

Drake gasped around Killer's cock when the finger was pushed into him. Killer pulled back for a moment to look at Drake's face. "You okay?"

Drake's eyelids fluttered with pleasure. "Yes." He arched his back slightly, sticking out his ass towards Penguin's hand.

Penguin and Killer crossed eyes, smirking. "Hmm, that's good. As long as you relax, you're gonna be fine," the latter said. "Think you can still concentrate on sucking my dick?"

Drake didn't answer, but just brought his mouth back to Killer's cock and let it slide in as far as he could manage.

"Ah, shit," Killer moaned, as he felt Drake's gag reflex set in just before Drake pulled back.

Time passed quickly while they were busy on their respective tasks; Penguin fingering Drake open, Drake sucking Killer's dick, and Killer keeping an eye on both of them, and enjoying the pleasure of it. Fuck, this was the hottest thing they'd ever done. He was so glad Drake had stepped into the bathroom despite, apparently, Law's warnings. Penguin and he had never before even talked about adding a third person, and to be honest, Killer didn't know if they would have agreed on it if they hadn't been incredibly horny and already in the middle of fucking. But damn, he enjoyed this, and Penguin seemed to be on the same page.

"He seems quite eager." Penguin smirked at Killer, not much later. "I think I can…"

Drake breathed in sharply through his nose as Penguin added a second finger, but didn't stop moving his mouth up and down Killer's shaft, his tongue pressed tightly against the underside.

Killer moaned softly as he tried to relax, tried not to give in to the pleasure too much. It wouldn't do if he already came inside Drake's mouth. It worked out pretty well for a while, until he felt the pleasure build up anyway, caused by Drake repeating the same movement over and over.

With another moan, Killer pulled out of Drake's mouth, cutting off the stimulation. "You're a little too eager," he reprimanded him.

Drake was breathing heavily, but let out a cocky chuckle, nonetheless. He looked up at Killer with a slight smirk on his face. "Heh, can't handle it?"

Killer huffed playfully offended. He couldn't accept such a cocky attitude. "Peng, add a third." He leaned forward, and said quieter into Drake's ear, "If you want my cock up your ass tonight, you'd better leave it alone for now.

Penguin looked amused at him, but did what he was told. Killer leaned back just a little so he could see Drake's face. Drake looked up at him with lustful eyes, but when Penguin moved three fingers inside him, he winced.

Killer moved to sit on his knees in front of Drake, and kissed him, while he brought his hand down to join Penguin's in stroking Drake's cock. When he broke the kiss, he whispered against his lips, "Relax."

"Ah, fuck," a whispered moan came from Drake at the sensation of both their hands on his dick. Then he let his tongue run over Killer's lip and leaned in for another kiss. Killer let him, and tried to feel as much of Drake's tongue as possible; everything to help him relax.

As the kiss went on and on, Killer felt Penguin's hand shift so that it was on top of his wrist. He squeezed it for about two seconds, before he let go. Even though Penguin was perfectly able to speak, he apparently didn't feel like doing so, but Killer knew what the movement meant; yellow. Killer immediately broke the kiss and looked at Penguin. The slightly uncertain look on his face told Killer enough. The kissing was getting to him after all, wasn't it?

He leaned over to Penguin, and started kissing him instead, but he kept stroking Drake, as Penguin resumed doing that as well. As Killer had expected, the problem wasn't that they were touching Drake's dick. When their lips left each other, Killer brought his mouth to Penguin's ear. "You know I love you, and you alone, right?" he whispered into his ear.

"Doesn't hurt to hear you say it," Penguin whispered back.

Killer placed a kiss underneath Penguin's ear. "If you want to stop or just continue with the two of us, you just have to–"

"No," Penguin assured him. "I want to continue. This is fucking hot."

When Killer leaned back, he saw a slight smile back on Penguin's face, and smirking, Killer wrapped his free hand around Penguin's length. If Penguin was good, he was good too. He'd just do a little less kissing with Drake.

While he kept stroking both of them, and making sure Penguin was still loosening up Drake, he looked at the latter's face. "How does this feel, Drake?"

Drake was breathing hard. "So… Good."

Killer smirked, pleased. "I'm glad. It's gonna feel even better when it's Penguin's dick inside you." He softly bit down Drake's shoulder and left Penguin's hand alone on Drake's cock to reach behind him on the lavatory. After some feeling around, his fingers found the package he'd been looking for, and he grabbed it. Removing his had from Penguin's erection as well, he used both hands to tear the wrapper open and take the condom out. Killer carefully placed it on the tip of Penguin's cock and rolled it down.

Then he softly kissed Penguin's neck. "You think he's ready for you?"

Penguin moaned softly. "Yes… I think you should suck his dick while I fuck him," he whispered.

Killer slapped his ass hard, gaining another moan from his fiancé. "Just because I let you top him, doesn't mean you're in charge."

"Fuck…" Penguin breathed. "Wouldn't want it any other way."

Killer grabbed the lube bottle that had been discarded on the floor, and poured some of the slick substance onto Penguin's dick. While using his other hand to spread the lube, he turned to Drake again, and started kissing his chest. "You think you're ready?"

Drake hummed appreciatively. "Yeah…"

That was the sign for Killer to let go of Penguin's dick, and for Penguin to pull his hands back and position himself behind Drake. Killer placed his hands on Drake's back and chest to guide him into the best position, his chest up, but his ass sticking out, and pressed himself against Drake's chest. Without looking away from Drake's face, he wrapped his slick hand around the tips of both their cocks. His initial plan had been to blow Drake as well, but Killer couldn't give Penguin the idea that he had any power to tell him what to do.

"Oh!" Drake moaned softly when Killer started to stroke them together.

Killer nodded barely visible to Penguin, and Penguin held on to Drake's hips while he pushed in.

"Oh, fuck…" Penguin moaned, and he looked at Killer with lidded eyes as he started moving. "Fuck, that's nice."

Killer smirked, and leaned down over Drake's shoulder to kiss Penguin. He was so glad he could give Penguin this experience after all, even if it was with a third party involved. When they broke their kiss, Killer leaned back, and kissed Drake, but not too long and quickly casting a look at Penguin to see if it bothered him – which didn't seem to be the case. He looked at Drake's face. "You hear that? You've got a nice ass."

Drake didn't answer, but was breathing heavily, and his eyes were rolled back in pleasure. Seeing the look on his face, Killer didn't feel the need to ask if he was enjoying himself anymore. He just hoped he wasn't enjoying himself too much; it would be a shame if their threesome would be over so quickly. "Tell me if it's getting too much, both of you," he told them after he let Penguin have his way with Drake for a little while. "I don't want you to finish too soon."

While Penguin slowly sped up his pace a little, Killer kept stroking both Drake and himself. Fuck, this was so hot. Killer loved that he could look at Penguin's face while he was fucking the man between them, and Drake's cock moving against his own felt so good.

Penguin's moans became louder and louder as the minutes passed, and Killer smirked. "You like this, Peng?"

"Fuck yeah…" Penguin answered between moans.

Killer kissed Drake's shoulder, but kept talking to Penguin. "You realize how lucky you are that I let you fuck him?"

"So lucky," Penguin agreed. "It's so good."

Killer had half a mind left to stop himself from asking Penguin if he preferred this to bottoming. That would be a discussion for afterwards. Instead, he turned towards Drake. "Do you think he's good too?"

Drake moaned softly. "Yes."

"You can be honest if you think he's not, you know," Killer said teasingly.

"Penguin's… very good," Drake assured him while panting heavily.

Killer hummed content and brought his mouth up to Drake's ear. He let his tongue dart out to tease his earlobe for a moment before he spoke quietly. "But you want me to fuck you, don't you?" he asked. "While you're fucking Peng."

Drake inhaled sharply at this prospect, and his eyes snapped open to look at Killer. "Fuck yeah."

Killer smirked and looked at Penguin. After letting him fuck Drake for a little while longer, he placed his fingers on his fiancé's hand that was still holding Drake's hip. "Penguin," he said sharply, and Penguin immediately stilled to look at him, buried balls deep in Drake's ass. "Time to switch."

Penguin seemed to look forward to whatever Killer had in mind, and pulled out with a heated gaze towards his fiancé. Killer removed his hand from his and Drake's dick, and moved towards Penguin, to speak softly in his ear. "Would you be so kind as to offer your ass to him… while I fuck his brains out?"

Penguin moaned softly and bit his lip while he nodded enthusiastically.

"Let's give him the best fucking experience he can get," Killer continued. They were going to make Drake regret giving his first time to them, because nothing would be able to top this.

He got hold of the small bottle of lube again that had fallen to the floor earlier, and while Penguin positioned himself on all fours before Drake, Killer poured some lube into his hand. He used the first dosage to coat Drake's dick with a thick layer, and then added some more to his hand, almost emptying the bottle, to use on his own dick. He tossed the bottle aside.

Before Killer got behind Drake, he used one hand to pull one of Penguin's ass cheeks aside a bit, and the other hand to guide Drake's cock towards Penguin's entrance. "Go ahead and fuck my fiancé, Drake," he said, looking into the man's eyes. "And fuck him hard if you want to; he likes that."

Drake didn't wait any longer, and pushed in, making both himself and Penguin moan. Then he slowly pulled back, and slammed in again. And again. He kept repeating the action, gradually increasing his speed.

"Yeah, that's it," Killer said as he watched them for a bit, panting harshly. Fuck, why was it so hot to watch Drake fuck Penguin – his Penguin? Somehow, seeing Penguin's ass get pounded by another, but on Killer's command, was a major turn on for Killer. And Penguin's moans told him that he was enjoying this as well. Shit, Killer's cock couldn't handle the neglect anymore. He needed action too.

Killer got into position behind Drake, and while Drake thrusted forwards, Killer grabbed his buttocks and shoved him right onto his cock while Drake pulled back. Drake gasped while Killer let out a soft moan. "Fuck… Peng's right… you do have a nice ass."

He started thrusting in and out of Drake's tight hole, while Drake followed his rhythm with his own thrusts. Killer automatically fell into his usual way of doing things, but he had to hold himself back a little, reminding himself that Drake was new to this, and might not like the same things Penguin liked. He would have to take it a little slower and a little gentler than he was used to. But that was okay with him. Fuck, this was so hot and felt so good!

Killer leaned sidewards a little so he could not only watch his own dick disappear into Drake's ass, but also see Penguin's ass getting pounded by Drake. Fuck, so hot!

While they kept going, Drake began moaning softly. "Ohhh… oh, fuck yeah…"

Meanwhile, Killer saw Penguin's hand reach between his own legs. With a smirk, he let it happen for a few seconds, before grabbing Penguin's arm. "No, babe, no touching yourself."

Penguin whined softly. "But… fuhhhck… Killer…" he complained, but did remove his hand.

Killer couldn't hold back his own moans as he kept thrusting into Drake. "Drake… say my name as well," he said between moans. He didn't care it was a slightly weird request. He loved it when Penguin said his name during sex, and he wondered if it had the same effect when someone else said it.

"Ohh… fuck…" Drake moaned, Killer giving him no moment to catch his breath. "Fuck… K-Killer…"

Oh, fuck yeah, that would do it. Killer's thrusts became harder and deeper without him consciously doing so. He hummed appreciatively. "So good…" he mumbled. "You're both… so good."

Fuck, so hot, so good! Killer completely lost himself as his body took over and his movements became less calculated and less controlled. Holy shit, this was fucking good! As moans of all three of them filled the room, Killer's eyes rolled back in pleasure. His nails dug into the flesh of Drake's hips as his thrusts became even deeper, the pleasure building up more and more. No, he needed to slow down, he needed to last longer, but it was so fucking amazing!

"Ahhh!" Killer moaned loudly as he thrust in harshly a few last times and his orgasm washed over him. For several long seconds, he was in heaven, seeing white and only feeling pleasure.

Then he slowly came down to earth again, and realization hit him. "Fuck," he cursed. He held onto the base of the condom as he slowly pulled out of Drake's ass. While his body felt completely spend and satisfied, his mind did not. How the hell did he end up finishing first? That had not been his plan at all. If anyone was supposed to finish first, it was Drake.

He looked at the man, who cast a look back at him over his shoulder, and managed to smile while he kept thrusting into Penguin's ass. He seemed to be wanting to say something, but was too lost in pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

Killer decided to own up to his own failure, and pay Drake a compliment. "I gotta admit… you've got stamina for a virgin."

Drake chuckled, but then moaned softly again. "I… am… close…"

"Then stop," Killer commanded. He bit his lip as a plan formed in his head.

"Killer…" Penguin wined again.

"Yes, babe, I'm sorry, I lost myself in it." He pulled the condom off his dick and went to sit next to Penguin, while Drake had pulled out before the pleasure could overwhelm him. "But I've got an idea."

He put a hand in Penguin's hair and tilted his head back to kiss him for a moment. Then Killer sat down on his knees in front of Penguin, with his back towards the lavatory. He pulled Penguin's condom off as well, and softly stroked his dick while he gave them instructions. "Both of you stand up."

They did like Killer said, and he put his hand behind Penguin's knee, pushing it towards himself. Penguin let him guide his leg towards his shoulder. "Peng, go sit on my shoulders, your dick in my face. Hold on to the lavatory if necessary. Drake, make sure he doesn't fall back, and continue doing what you were doing."

Penguin let out a short, but excited chuckle, and positioned himself as Killer instructed, hooking his legs over each of his shoulders, giving him just enough room in front of his face so the tip of his cock was resting eagerly against Killer's lips. Killer let his tongue dart out, softly massaging the underside of Penguin's glans.

Penguin let out a soft, surprised moan, and then Drake was behind him, pushing in again. Killer held on to Penguin's butt, both for support and to spread his butt cheeks as much as possible for Drake. Penguin's moaning became louder, and when Drake was thrusting into him again, Killer took Penguin's cock between his lips, moving his head up and down his dick as much as his position allowed him to.

"Holy fucking shit!" Penguin moaned. "Fuck… yes… Killer… Drake… fuck, this is so good!"

Killer couldn't help but smirk a little around Penguin's cock. At least now he could give his fiancé the double stimulation of the threesome. He kept easily sucking Penguin's dick, making sure not to do it in a way he knew would drive Penguin over the edge; he wanted Penguin to enjoy this for as long as possible.

Drake's moans were quiet, but slowly getting louder again, even though Killer could barely hear them above the sound of pure pleasure that escaped Penguin's throat. Damn, this was his favorite sound. Killer always loved it when Penguin let him know just how much he was enjoying the sex, but it was clear that this was an entirely new level of pleasure for him.

Only when Killer could hear Drake was getting close to his climax again, he put some more effort into sucking Penguin's dick, taking his dick into his mouth completely while Drake thrusted in harshly.

"Ah! Ahh!" Penguin moaned loudly. "Ah, fuck! Fuck!" he screamed while he clamped his thighs around Killer's head, and dug his heels into his back. The next moment Killer felt his throat being filled up with Penguin's semen, and he slowly pulled back so he could taste it on his tongue and wouldn't choke on it.

At the same time, he heard Drake moan too and he noticed how he buried himself deep in Penguin's ass, reaching his climax as well.

Killer swallowed the load Penguin had given him, and made sure to lick away every bit of semen that had managed to escape his mouth, before looking up. Penguin was holding onto the lavatory, his forehead resting against it as well, panting harshly. He had a look of total and utter bliss on his face. Killer held onto his hips while Drake pulled out of him.

"Holy shit," Penguin said, panting. "That was the best fucking thing I've ever experienced."

Killer smirked, and slowly slid Penguin's legs from his shoulders. He still held on to him while he got up, not trusting Penguin to be able to stand on his own legs immediately. As soon as he was up, he kissed Penguin, making sure he could taste the last traces of his own cum on Killer's tongue, something Killer had always thought of as incredibly hot, for some reason.

When they broke their kiss, he looked over Penguin's shoulder at Drake. "That was amazing." Killer smirked. "Thanks for joining us." He sighed contently while he kept holding Penguin in a hug. "Were we worthy of your first time?"

Drake chuckled as he pulled the condom from his dick. "Absolutely. That was… wow." He sighed. "Really good."

"I hope we didn't set the bar too high for your future sexual experiences, though," Killer said teasingly.

Drake tossed his condom in the trash bin and shrugged. "I'll let you know." He picked up his pants and underwear from the floor and started dressing himself.

Killer looked at Penguin, and placed a soft kiss next to his ear. "Can you stand on your own?" he asked, knowing Penguin sometimes had trouble with that after a particularly intense love-making session, having all his energy drained.

Penguin took a deep breath. "Y-yeah, I think so."

Killer carefully let go of his fiancé, and while Penguin kept holding on to the washstand, he did manage to stay up right. Killer quickly hoisted his trunks and pants up, and then grabbed Penguin's boxers and jeans from the floor. He crouched down next to Penguin and helped him get dressed to save his fiancé some energy. When his pants were closed, he got up and pulled Penguin into a hug again. Then Killer looked at his face. "No regrets?" he asked. He could imagine it; the decision of a threesome had been made on a very horny mind, after all. Now that they had cooled down, Penguin might have come to regret it.

But Penguin just let out a disbelieving chuckle. "No regrets," he said, looking into Killers eyes. "None at all."

Killer smiled. "I love you so much." He kissed Penguin on his lips.

Then he looked at Drake, who was just putting on his jacket again. Killer touched his arm, feeling the need for aftercare, but not knowing exactly how to do that with someone he wasn't in love with. "You still okay too?"

Drake nodded. "Of course."

"Good." Killer grabbed his own shirt from the lavatory and put it on. He reached down to collect the earlier discarded condoms and put them into the trash bin, after which he grabbed the tiny lube bottle that was as good as empty. "Peng," he said with a smirk, showing the bottle to his fiancé, "you should come prepared more often. I like it."

Penguin, who had also put on his shirt and now put his hat firmly on his head, smirked back at him. "I will." Then he slipped into his shoes. "By the way, Drake…"

Drake opened the tab and looked at Penguin while he started washing his hands – which seemed like a good idea to Killer.

"Can you keep everything you've seen here to yourself?" Penguin asked.

Drake raised an eyebrow at that and slowly a smirk started to form on his lips. "You mean how you're Killer's bitch and let him use you however he pleases?"

Penguin blushed slightly. "Uhm… yeah."

Killer looked amused at him. He knew Penguin quickly felt embarrassed when talking about sex – to Killer, let alone to anyone else – so admitting he liked to be submissive while he wasn't horny was something that obviously cost a bit of effort.

Drake nodded shortly. "Don't worry, your sexual preferences are nobody's business."

Killer wondered for a moment if he should ask Drake to keep quiet even if he was offered a large sum of money – journalists sometimes offered quite a bit for a juicy story, and Killer still wasn't used to being a celebrity – but he decided against it. Maybe the option of telling his story to a tabloid or anything hadn't even occurred to Drake, and Killer wasn't going to give him any ideas. Besides, Drake didn't seem like the type to tell the world about this to begin with.

Penguin smiled at him. "Thanks."

"Besides, he's only my bitch in the bedroom," Killer said, while washing his hands. "Or, well…" he looked around him, "…wherever we decide to have sex. Don't think I can boss him around anywhere else; he wears the pants in our relationship," he said half-jokingly.

Penguin snickered. "As long as you know it."

When they had cleaned up the best they could, Killer grabbed the two condoms that hadn't been used and pressed them into Drake's hand. "Here, keep them on you for future use." Drake put them away in the pocket of his jacket with a nod, and Killer grabbed both his hand and Penguin's hand. He looked at them with a smirk. "I'm glad we did this."

Penguin chuckled. "Same."

"Me too." Drake nodded. "But I do expect an invitation to your wedding now."

Killer knew he was joking, but answered in all seriousness, anyway. "Deal." He looked at Penguin for confirmation.

Penguin nodded. "You've earned a place on our guestlist."

Killer took a deep breath. "Now, let's face my father-in-law."

Groaning, Penguin replied, "I hope he went home."

Killer walked towards the door and tried to push it open. However, he was met with so much resistance that he didn't manage to get further than about half an inch at first, before it was pushed closed again, as if something or someone heavy was holding the door back. Frowning, he tried again, and this time he succeeded, the weight being gone.

Killer had barely opened the door, when he saw his own father just beside the opening, and he wasn't alone. In fact, he had Law pushed up against the wall, and his tongue far down the other man's throat, as if he tried to devour him. Killer raised his eyebrows, amused, but also slightly uncomfortable by their shameless display – not that he had any right to judge, he was very aware of that. "Glad to see you two made up," he said, stepping out of the bathroom. Penguin quickly followed him to see what he was talking about.

Kid and Law let go of each other just enough to turn their heads towards him. Kid looked curious, but Law had a disapproving scowl on his face. Killer just smirked at them, and wrapped his arm around Penguin's shoulder. Sure, he'd been slightly embarrassed that Law had caught them at the beginning, but he still didn't regret it. It had totally been worth it.

"Was that really necessary?" Law asked them. "You couldn't wait until you were home?"

"Nope," Killer answered, and he saw Penguin blush furiously. He stepped aside, pulling his fiancé along, so that Drake could step out of the bathroom as well, who looked awkwardly at Law and Kid.

Killer saw the look from both fathers go from him, to Penguin, to Drake. Law narrowed his eyes at Drake, and then looked back at his son, seeming to draw his conclusions. "Penguin, tell me you didn't."

Penguin's head had gotten bright red – which Killer couldn't help but think was cute – and he pulled the flaps of his cap down. He seemed so completely different now than he was only a little while ago, when he had one dick up his ass and the other down his throat. It never ceased to amuse Killer how easily Penguin was embarrassed, and how easily he lost that embarrassment when he was horny. Killer half expected his fiancé to deny everything, but even Penguin must have realized that was pointless.

"Why shouldn't I?" he answered his father challengingly, even though he didn't seem to dare look him in the eyes.

Law raised his eyebrows, but before he could respond, Kid had burst out laughing. "So you do listen to what I say, huh, Killer?"

Killer shrugged, but the pleased smirk didn't leave his face. "That had nothing to do with it. It was pure coincidence that Drake walked in and… decided to stay."

Now Drake colored bright red as well. "I… uhm… gotta go."

"No, stay," Killer suggested. "Have a drink with us. We should catch up. It feels weird to just part ways again so abruptly after this."

"Drake…" Law narrowed his eyes again. "That name sounds familiar… Did we meet before today?"

Drake looked at him, still blushing. "Once," he said. "When the canal was frozen over. But that was a long time ago."

"Drake's the one who found your picture on Grindr, back then," Penguin helped both his father and Killer remember. Killer had completely forgotten about that.

"Oh, yeah, now I remember," Law nodded and smirked amused. "You were that sixteen-year-old who tried to flirt with me."

"What?" Kid asked, looking sharply at Drake.

But Drake just looked as if he hoped the ground would swallow him up. "I was a dumb teenager," he admitted.

Law chuckled. "Well, I'm glad at least you now decided to go for guys your own age…" he nevertheless said slightly disapprovingly.

Penguin cleared his throat. "I get the feeling that you're jealous, dad." He didn't wait for a reply and looked at Drake, grabbing his hand. "Let us buy you a drink, Drake. It's the least we can do after… everything." He smiled playfully at him, and Killer chuckled.

Drake nodded slowly, still blushing. "Okay."

Law cleared his throat as if he wanted to say that whatever was happening was not something he wanted to be there for, but Kid just smiled at them. "Hey," Kid said to get their attention. "…Congrats on the engagement."

Killer smirked, and pulled Penguin a little closer. "Thanks," the both of them said in unison.

Law cleared his throat again. "Well, we're gonna head home, if you don't mind."

Killer saw his fiancé lift his head hopefully. "Together?"

Kid and Law looked at each other and gave the other a long look over. A look that Killer couldn't describe as thoughtful, but more heated, and he low key wished he hadn't seen it. A smirk formed on Law's lips, as he turned towards his son again. "Yeah, together."

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The End. (for real this time)

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