Harvey and Trevor exchanged glances and Mike tried desperately to work out what they were doing. A jerk of the head, Mike knew what that meant. They both stood up, Trevor stepping right over Mike on the way to the bedroom.
"Come on then, puppy," Harvey said. He raised an eyebrow when Mike went to follow him. "I didn't tell you to stand up."
There was no checking this time. No asking if it was okay. Mike followed behind him on his hands and knees. Trevor had never taken it this far, not in all of the years they'd been doing this and Mike couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't. In the bedroom, he saw Trevor sitting on the edge of the bed.
"We should probably get the underwear off him, don't you think?" he asked Harvey. Harvey nodded and raised his eyebrow at Mike again. Take it off. Mike kicked it off, feeling overly naked around the other two men who were still fully dressed.
Harvey sat down on the other edge, leaving a large gap in the middle. He patted the space and Mike climbed up onto the bed. He knelt on his hands and knees for a moment before Trevor was pushing his shoulders down into the mattress, forcing him to thrust his hips upwards.
"So, how do you usually get him to beg you?" Harvey asked.
"Oh, I don't think we need to do much to him," Trevor said. Mike could see that he was hard again when he turned around to face him. Trevor ran his hands lightly, too lightly, over his cock and he couldn't help but whimper. "See?"
Harvey shuffled backwards on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard, ready to watch again. Mike was facing him, and from what he could feel, it seemed like Trevor was too. What was he going to do? He'd be surprised if Harvey let Trevor fuck him.
"I must say, I'm jealous. He's just always been there when I've wanted him," Trevor said as he placed a kiss at the bottom of Mike's spine. "You're lucky. You've got yourself such a pretty cockslut." Another kiss, lower this time. Mike twitched involuntarily as he felt a sudden warm hit him as Trevor's tongue pressed into him slowly.
"Fuck!"
"Quiet, Michael."
Harvey was sitting up straighter, no doubt trying to get a better look at Trevor burying himself in Mike's ass. Mike bit his lip as he felt Trevor's tongue push in further.
"Please, Harvey, can I-"
"I told you to be quiet. So no."
Harvey reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube, sliding it across the bed to Trevor. Fuck, Mike was so hard it almost hurt. He didn't dare speak again so he did his best pleading expression. Harvey just shook his head. Mike groaned as Trevor's fingers pressed into his hips. He pushed back towards him, trying to get his tongue in deeper. He needed something, anything. Suddenly, Trevor had pulled away and Mike heard the click of the bottle. He jumped a little as the cold lube was pressed into him, Trevor's finger sinking right into him. He felt him slip another in after it and Mike pushed back again, fucking the fingers into him.
"You can speak now," Harvey said and it was like he'd let go of a breath that he didn't know he was holding.
"Fuck, please. Please, I'm so fucking hard, Harvey," Mike whimpered.
"Trevor, would you touch the boy? I think he's had enough," Harvey said. "But Mike, you're not coming yet."
Mike buried his head in the sheets as Trevor reached around and squeezed his cock, his fingers working into him slowly. When his fingers brushed up against his prostate, Mike almost collapsed.
"Oh, fuck. Please, Harvey, I don't think I can last."
"Trevor, stop touching him. I don't want him coming before I've fucked him."
Mike whined as Trevor withdrew his hand.
"I think he's about ready," Trevor said, pulling his fingers out of him slowly. "What do you think, cockslut? Are you ready for him to fuck you?"
Mike nodded, biting his lip in the hopes that the pain would quell the absolute need coarsing through his body. Harvey smirked and moved off of the bed as Trevor took his place. Mike heard the unmistakable sound of expensive pants being unzipped and then, the click of the bottle. As he felt the tip of Harvey's cock press up against him, Mike felt like he couldn't need anything more. Harvey pushed into him slowly but Mike needed him now. He pushed back onto him, gasping when he couldn't push back any further. When Harvey thrust into him again, Mike bit down on his lip again, he didn't think he could hold on much longer.
"Oh god, Harvey, you should see him," Trevor said. "His lips look so pretty like that. They're so fucking red."
Harvey just gripped Mike's hips harder, pulling him back to meet his thrusts.
"Harvey, please..." Mike begged as Harvey fucked him harder, hitting the right spot every time. "I don't think I can-"
"You will not come until I let you."
"Please, Harvey..."
"Shut up."
Mike focused on anything other than what was happening. He tried to think about the stack of files he had to get done at work but he couldn't ignore the feeling of Harvey sliding into him.
"How are you so fucking tight?" Harvey groaned, slipping a hand around his waist to wrap his fingers around Mike's cock. He squeezed and started stroking him in time with his thrusts and Mike was practically shaking and ohfuckohfuck he couldn't stand much more of this. He could hear Harvey's breathing getting heavy and he hoped he was close, he really hoped.
"You like that?" Harvey asked when Mike groaned.
"Y-Yes, fuck, please, Harvey... fuck me harder."
It had the desired effect. Harvey's fingers on his hips tightened and he grunted slightly as he thrust harder, so Mike tried again.
"Please... Oh god, fuck me."
"You're such a little slut, Mike," Harvey said. "Aren't you?"
"Yeah, fuck, I'm your little slut, Harvey."
Harvey groaned at that and Mike knew it had worked. He thrust harder as he pulled the still shaking Mike back onto him. Mike could feel Trevor's eyes on him as Harvey came into him.
"Please, Harvey... can I-"
"Come on then, you little slut," Harvey said, jerking Mike's cock fast as he came, collapsing onto the bed.
Mike didn't think he'd be able to move for days. He felt Harvey press soft kisses onto his back before getting off the bed. When he awoke, he was between Harvey and Trevor in bed, Trevor snoring softly. He'd really expected Harvey to send Trevor home as soon as it was over. Apparently not. He closed his eyes again, snuggling down between them as Harvey's arm slipped around him in his sleep.