The minute they were through the doors, Ben started stripping, trying to kiss them both at once and doing a horrible job at it. He just needed to touch, to feel, and he was so turned on from all the craziness on the street that he could barely keep it together. Jesse grabbed his hands where they struggled fruitlessly with his pants.
"Easy, easy," he said with a breath of a laugh, taking care of the pants himself, cupping Ben over his boxers. "We got time." Claire chuckled from where she was making sure the door was good and locked. Ben's breath hissed out of him and he pressed in harder against Jesse's touch.
"Sorry," he rasped. "Just... want you both so bad."
With a smile, Jesse pressed a firm kiss to his mouth before pulling back, strolling over to Claire. "No one said that was a bad thing." He took Claire at the hips, turning them both to face Ben as he kissed up her neck. His hands went down, undoing her pants, one hand slipping in between her legs while the other came up to palm her breast. Claire practically melted into her breath, drawing her hand up from her side to curl in the back of Jesse's hair. The other beckoned to Ben with a crooked finger.
Ben shoved his boxers down his legs and stepped out of them, watching hungrily, fingers curling around the base of his cock and keeping the first few pumps slow. Watching them was so hot, but getting a come-hither was even hotter, and he shuffled over without looking away from them. Jesse met his gaze even as he pulled Claire's shirt over her head, careful not to knock her mask.
"She's so hot, mate," he breathed, unhooking Claire's bra. "Touch her. I want you to touch her."
Both the endearment and the suggestion made Ben's breath catch, but he didn't need to be told twice. His free hand slid up to cup her left breast, trailing his thumb in a circle around her nipple. She hummed a hot sound of approval, eyes closing for a moment of euphoria beneath the mask.
The heat behind and in front of her toed the line of overwhelming, and that was exactly how she needed it. Her grip in Jesse's hair twisted in time with how Ben's thumb moved, and she ground her hips back, arching deep. Jesse groaned in appreciation, his hand sliding around to slip down her panties.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he breathed, nipping at her earlobe. "Got you hot, didn't it? What you going to do to us, in front of all those people?" Though she tried to keep them open, her eyes closed again, her breath hitched through parted lips.
"Still wanna do'em," she purred, then met Ben's eyes. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck," he gasped, his mind filling with a hundred possibilities. "You could probably breathe on me right now and I'd come."
Licking his lips, Jesse grabbed Ben by his hair and pulled him in, kissing him ferociously. His tongue drove past Ben's lips, claiming his mouth utterly and completely. Ben let go of his cock, hands grabbing Jesse at the shoulders as his knees shook. His hand was replaced by Claire's, who ran her fingers between his legs and scraped a bite on his shoulder. Pulling back, Jesse's hand twisted tighter in his hair.
"How'd it feel, every eye on you as I licked your chest?" he growled, rutting up against Claire. "Did you want more? Want me to get on my knees and everyone watch as you fuck my mouth?"
It felt like his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He didn't have enough eyes to look at them both, and the strange thrill of listening to their voices coming from behind their masks was driving him into delirium.
"Claire," he gasped. "Please stop, I'm gonna—"
"Don't stop," Jesse said, eyes sharp on Ben. Claire borrowed a little from his trademark wicked grin, then curled a full grip around Ben's cock. With Jesse holding his head still and Claire working him mercilessly, Ben caved. His knees buckled and he cried out, eyes screwing shut. Jesse took his mouth again, kissing him deeply until he felt his body relax.
"That's my boy," he said, grinning as he pulled back. Ben felt his whole body twitching and a flush burn through his face. His first instinct had been shame, at not being able to hold out, but Jesse's reassurance obliterated it. He turned his gaze to Claire, glazed over and satisfied as he tried to find her eyes through the mask.
She lead him to her with an achingly gentle, slow kiss, which she embellished by rolling back against Jesse. She whispered against his lips. "We're still all yours."
"I love you," Ben breathed out, hands sliding up over her back. "So much. So much so much so much."
"You, too," Jesse said, his hips rocking up against Claire in a building rhythm.
Ben could feel every press Jesse made against Claire, both with the press of her hips into his and the press of Jesse's chest against his hands on her back. He turned to look over her shoulder at the other man, smirking, his lower lip disappearing between his teeth before he wet them both.
"Want her bad, don't you?" he murmured. "C'mon, Jess. Take her to bed. I wanna watch you both."
Letting her nails trace faint lines from his hips to his shoulder then jaw, Claire's thumb ran along Ben's bottom lip before kissing him, then adding a nip. "Anything."
Letting go of Ben, Jesse's hands hooked in Claire's pants, pulling them down as he knelt on the floor. He paused there long enough to give her ass a quick nip. He ran his hands up her body as he stood then gave her ass a smack. She peeled her top lip back with a hot hiss of approval. "As the man says," he said, grinning and nudging her towards the bed.
When she got there she turned at the last minute, and caught Jesse in a quick, but searing kiss. Ben followed a few steps behind, circling around to the side and settling on the bed to watch them. With the two of them so close, he was able to appreciate every curve and angle. They looked so amazing together, and with their masks still on, his imagination ran with it. Lore popped into his head, Pan and Selene, and his heart stuttered in appreciation.
"Fuck, you're both so gorgeous."
Jesse let the kiss linger a little longer before pulling back to shoot Ben a smile. Then he stripped off his own pants, breathing with relief as his straining cock was freed. He hooked his hands under Claire's ass, pushing her down onto the bed, but his face turned to Ben. "What do you want me to do to her?"
Ben wanted nothing more than to reach up and touch them both, and for a moment he worried. Just for a moment. Jesse had often voiced being concerned about things with Claire's budding pregnancy. He wanted Claire to feel like the goddess he saw her as.
"Tease her," he breathed. "Taste her. Make her beg for you."
Jesse nodded with a wide-toothed grin, hitching Claire up higher on the bed before taking her mouth. One hand went down to massage her breast. He didn't stay there long, though, releasing her mouth to start kissing down her neck. She inhaled and let it out as a cross between a sigh and a moan, tipping her head back into her hair. Ben inched closer, holding his head up with one arm, his other hand reaching up to stroke down the length of Jesse's back as he watched Claire's face.
"Can't say it enough," he whispered. "I could watch you both all day. So hot, so perfect."
Reaching out, Jesse tangled his fingers in Ben's hair as he worked his way past Claire's collarbone. He took his time with her breast, exploring every inch with his tongue before circling the nipple, grazing it with his teeth. Then he repeated with the other.
Already, she was breathing deeper, arching to the slick heat of his tongue, the coolness left in his wake drew a line of shivers down her spine. Claire gripped at his shoulders and sighed again, turning in her hair to catch Ben's eyes. He smiled in response, slow and lazy, moving his hand off of Jesse to take hers. He brought it to his lips, kissing the back, then turning it to kiss her palm and up to each finger.
"Tell him what you want, baby," he whispered. "Don't be quiet."
Smiling against her skin, Jesse didn't wait. He moved down, dipping a tongue into her navel before his lips reached the edge of her hair. He kissed around it, working his way to her inner thigh, his mask etching over her skin.
"Yes—" Claire whined as she lifted her hips from the bed, hitching her legs so her feet folded back by her hips. It deepened the arch in her back and strained her thighs, but in all the right places. "Don't stop 'til I scream."
Ben chuckled, leaning close to take her mouth in a deep kiss, his hand coming up to knead her right breast in the absences of Jesse's touch. Jesse leaned up away from her, just to watch them some. Then he plunged down, running his tongue along her clit before thrusting it inside her. Claire gasped, whining into Ben's mouth and lifting her hips just a little more off the bed. Without thinking, her hands drove through his hair, deepening the kiss between hitched breaths. He moaned in response, tweaking her nipple, then rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as he pressed his body closer to them. The noises they made had Jesse thrust into the bed before his tongue drove desperately deeper. He reached up, slipping a finger in alongside it while his thumb worked at her clit.
"Oh god—!" Claire moaned, her eyes screwed shut as the combined sensations assaulted her. She felt a tremble in her legs that made everything else sing. Her hips bobbed up to match the rhythm, and more of her voice wrapped around each deep, jagged breath. Ben watched her hungrily, his hand traveling across her chest to pluck and twist the second nipple. Then his eyes traveled lower, watching as Jesse rutted against the mattress. He could feel himself getting hard again, just from all the stimulus around him.
"Fuck, I wanna suck you off so bad right now," he said in the direction of Jesse's forehead. "Make her come, Jess."
Plunging a second finger in her, Jesse scissored them, seeking upward as his mouth came down to suck on her clit. Claire's blood lit on fire, all coiling hard in the deepest center of her. Each hard inhale twisted around a piece of her voice. The strain was perfect, heating her skin to a sheen as she panted and whimpered, until it finally spilled over. She came with a short cry toward the headboard, hands coiled in the bedding at her hips.
Jesse lapped at her as he felt her surge, riding the snap of her hips until it had calmed. Then he was up on his hands and knees, hovering over them with a hungry look. "Gimme something to fuck now before I explode."
Ben would have gladly thrown himself at Jesse's mercy, but he was almost enjoying watching a little too much. His eyes turned to Claire, giving her the option of answering first. Neither of them had to wait long; still panting, Claire rolled up from the bed, catching Jesse's lips with an almost feral nip before turning, fitting herself under him on all fours as well — then she set her sights on Ben.
"Get up here," she purred with a bit of a growl, pointing to the bed beneath her. Ben nearly scrambled to move quickly and fill the void she indicated. By that point he was achingly hard, and just the brief press of skin contact made him moan in need.
His fingers still slick, Jesse pressed at her hole. He could hold back the mad desire, though, thrusting into her welcoming pussy and rocking twice before pulling out for Ben.
"Holy shit," Ben moaned, taking his turn and thrusting up hard, his hips snapping against her skin before he pulled out. This was going to destroy him, he already knew it, but he'd never been more turned on. Claire let loose a breath she'd been holding, wrapped around a desperate sound in her voice. That was the biggest tease in her life, and it couldn't have been any better. She tossed her hair from where it fell and twitched over her mask (though most of it went right back), reaching behind her to dig fingers and nails into one of Jesse's thighs, making him cry out.
"Fuck, I want you so bad," he whined, plunging another finger in, desperate to stretch her wide. He couldn't deny Ben's offer, though, thrusting inside her again as he worked. She pushed back against his fingers, her head rolling back in another hungry moan, fanning more hair across the dip of her spine. She felt everything so keenly, every nerve ending alight and buzzing into a frenzy.
"Keep going, Jess," Ben said hoarsely, the friction of her body thrusting against his enough to keep him satisfied for the time being. "You're closer. She wants it. I told you to keep going until she begs."
That only got Jesse to pull out, withdrawing his hand at the same time to position himself at her ass. "She'll beg even more when we're both fucking her raw, won't you, Claire?" Biting her shoulder, he started pressing inside her.
"—God yes!" she squeezed out on a breath. Under the pristine white satin and lace mask, her eyes rolled shut; her bottom lip kiss-swollen and trembling with every delicious sensation. Ben craned up to kiss her, but with every one of Jesse's thrusts they were jarred apart, so he moved his mouth lower, tasting the salt of sweat on her skin.
Panting, Jesse's eyes sought out Ben's. Even through the mask, they had the same piercing effect, and Ben found himself immediately drawn to his gaze.
"Fuck her. I wanna feel you inside her while I take her."
Ben nodded dumbly, shifting up a little more, his hands taking Claire's hips and realigning her before pressing in deep again. They were nearly face to face, and he looked up into hers, flushed and desperate with his mouth hanging open. There was no denying the nervousness in his eyes.
"If it's too much with us, just say it," he whispered. "I don't wanna—"
"Ben—" Claire started between labored breaths, her moan shaped into his name. "Ben, please..."
She didn't even need to finish. He slid into her just as deep as before, canting into the first thrust so he pressed very deliberately against her clit. His mouth found hers in a desperate kiss, one hand lifting up to her face, the mask bumping against his fingers. Grinning, Jesse kept up his rhythm as he brushed Claire's hair over her shoulder. Slowly he licked his way down her spine, pausing to scrape his teeth along her shoulder blade. The sensation burned hot and tightened in her belly, deepening the arch in her back.
"Christ," she keened, pulling in a shaky breath through the kiss. "Don't—don't stop...please don't stop."
Ben moved his arms to slide around her back, holding her against him firmly so she didn't jolt with the combined effort of his and Jesse's thrusts against her. The force behind his thrusts doubled, his teeth nipping along her shoulder. Hunching over them, Jesse grew more focused, the room spinning around, the three of them at its center.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," he murmured in litany as the heat surged inside him. As he felt himself tumbling, he bit hard on Claire's shoulder, claiming her as he came. Ben's hands moved, shifting up to grab Jesse's hips instead, feeling the friction between and through Claire. He moaned desperately, feeling himself teetering on the brink. Claire was already there, and all it took to nudge her over the edge was the pinch of Jesse's teeth and the sound of Ben's raw voice. Giving breathy cries with each exhale, her body seized and shook all over.
"Oh god!" Ben cried out, bucking up hard when she felt him clench tight around her, his eyes nearly rolling back as it hit him like train. A strangled little noise tore out of him with every surge, until at last he collapsed fully backward against the mattress, muscles tingling with exertion.