Warning: This chapter contains graphic description of M/M/M sex and DP. NSFW!
Chapter 3
Edward pushed Carlisle's legs apart to make space and kneeled before him. He wondered how to get rid of the doctor's three-piece suit in a delicate manner. He explored the possibility of just asking the doctor how he wanted him to do it, but that didn't seem appropriate, so he began unbuttoning the jacket, still unsure and quite hesitant. To his relief, Carlisle cooperated wordlessly. Their hands competed in undoing button after button until Carlisle's fingers got first in line to the belt and unfastened it urgently. He undid the buttons of his trousers himself, too. His erection pressed against black, tight lycra boxer briefs, quite bravely chosen despite his fifty-something age. He'd come prepared, Edward thought. Had he known there would be only the four of them at some point? That they would inevitably strip? Probably he did; he always knew things.
Jasper had come closer and stood to his left. He stroked Edward's hair gently. Carlisle's manicured hand joined, and they both caressed his wavy locks, his smooth, freshly shaven cheeks, his long neck. Jasper's free hand glided under his Adam's apple and undid the first three buttons of his shirt then ghosted lower and reached his right nipple. Gooseflesh burst out, nipples hardened, digits squeezed; the sensation sent sparkles to his brain cells, and he was ready, more than ready.
"Oh, I'm already missing the fun, ain't I?" Emmett joined. He stood behind the wheelchair, leaned down with his chin resting on Carlisle's shoulder, and studied the situation. "Tell me you're about to give him head, Edward."
Edward simply nodded once and got to his business. He pulled the elastic of Carlisle's briefs, pushed the material as low as he could, and unveiled the cock they all adored.
"Ayagh!" Emmett growled incoherently. The sound evolved into a cough, though, the moment Edward lowered his head and Carlisle's crotch disappeared from view. Judging by the trajectory of Edward's now entirely messy mop, he had swallowed the doctor's length fully and just froze down on him while seconds ticked. Carlisle gasped and stopped breathing entirely. Then Edward's head bobbed up and, finally, was high enough to unveil his lips encompassing the tip of a swollen, shiny head. He grinned and the others saw how the tip of his tongue circled and circled. Carlisle's breaths were quick, shallow, and loud.
"Em," Jasper spoke quietly. "Edward's doing just fine, come with me."
"He's got one hell of a throat, I'm telling you," Emmett said, taking the outstretched hand and following Jasper to their favorite sofa. Jasper chuckled.
"We know it first hand, don't we? Now, did you bring the Swirl?"
Emmett waved the bronze-colored toy in the air.
"Lube?"
Emmett waved his other hand with a bunch of packs.
"Condoms?"
Emmett's eyes went saucers.
"Since when do we use condoms, babe?" he asked, bewildered.
"No, but …" Jasper's gaze had flown to Edward's back. "He's been doing it with … well, other people."
"You think we will … with him? Again?"
Jasper nodded. "Hell, yeah. If you don't mind, that is."
Emmett considered if he should venture for the bedroom once more now or leave it for later, but his situation got rectified quickly. Edward's hand had rummaged through his own pockets and a miscellaneous selection of condoms was carelessly dropped behind his back. He'd never stopped the ups and downs of his ministrations.
"We can hear you, you should know," Carlisle spoke. "I won't object to watching my favorite threesome, if you're asking at all. Oh, and I've got condoms too."
Another collection of condoms was spilled on the floor next to the wheelchair.
Jasper chuckled. Emmett grinned like the innocent boy he impersonated so well. He waved the Copper Swirl in the air once again. "Who's going to be the winner then?" he asked, still grinning.
"Ah, I suppose it'd be me this time," Jasper answered. "Let's leave those two to themselves for a while."
They undressed and took positions on the sofa. Emmett enjoyed each moment of sweet, torturous anticipation. He busied himself preparing the very familiar hole for the shiny toy, slickening his fingers and breaching the muscle with one, then two of them.
"Ready for more?" he asked and caressed Jasper's back tenderly.
"Yes, hell yes," his husband answered with a content sigh. Some more lube, then three fingers disappeared into Jasper's body. Just a light clench, a few moments of stillness for the tissues to adjust, and Jasper's body welcomed the intervention with warmth and a series of eager contractions. Emmett caressed his back once again.
"Babe, you're magnificent. Care to take a look, gents?" he tried to draw the others' attention. He was really proud of how responsive his husband was, how wonderfully his body took those fingers, how he panted and pushed back for more. Indeed, Edward and Carlisle both looked.
A thought flashed in Emmett's mind and now he was proud of himself, too, for his consideration.
"Doc, will you do us the pleasure and use the Copper Swirl on Jasper here?"
Carlisle had been nearing bliss with what Edward was doing to him. The interruption slowed things a little, and that was for the best, he thought. He didn't want to be the first to ejaculate in the room. He agreed to Emmett's proposition gladly, on the condition Edward lost his clothing before that. His good boy agreed and stripped readily. Then he steered the chair near the sofa where Carlisle took the toy from Emmett and waited for its future place to be vacated.
Jasper's ass was a piece of art. The pink flesh of his buttocks still looked young, alluring, and so alive with his uncontrolled, nearly frantic pushes against Emmett's digits. His rosy hole was stretched beautifully, moving and molding around the intrusion relentlessly. Carlisle felt his mouth fill with saliva.
"There, now," Emmett announced and withdrew his fingers, which left them all somewhat disappointed. Jasper's body whimpered. Emmett added some lube.
Carlisle approached carefully with the toy, pressed its tip to the rose opening, and stilled. He knew he had to screw but had never tried such a thing on himself and was unaware of the pressure he should apply. Emmett observed his lingering hand for a while, then just covered it with his own huge palm.
"OK, let's do it together then. We're making half a turn to the right then release. Don't worry, it's mild."
They did it together, two palms making the swift movement as one. The first two inches of the toy were in.
"It's good," Jasper breathed. "Go on."
So they went on, screwing the toy farther. It reached its widest part, much wider than those three digits, and after that, went all in. Jasper wriggled his ass happily.
"Does it look nice?" he asked. "It feels sooo good."
The others tried to answer, but none of them managed to produce a full word.
"I gather you like it," Jasper continued. "Now, somebody, do something."
Carlisle suddenly came alive. He fisted the base of the toy with a strong hand and started moving it to the sides and in and out, slowly at first, then more vigorously in a couple minutes. The others watched, mesmerized, as Jasper's body took it, and took more, and more.
"Oh, God, oh, God," Jasper repeated. "Fuck. It's majestic. Fuck." His hand had gone and taken hold of his shaft and moved, too. He was jerking himself off in all honesty. So were the others, having started at different moments, and it was only now they payed attention to the fact.
"I'm going to—" Jasper started. "Oh, no."
Carlisle had removed the toy. He shrugged at the others and stroked Jasper's ass.
"Sorry. We don't want this to end so quickly, I can tell," Carlisle said.
They all agreed actually, and confirmed.
"So, are you two ready to fuck this welcoming hole?" Carlisle looked at Emmett, then Edward, and then Jasper's ass.
"Oh, yes!" Jasper hissed.
Soon, after small arrangements of places, Edward was laid on his back, dressed with a condom and lubrication. Jasper positioned himself on top and started riding him, and Emmett joined from behind. Two wonderfully erect cocks were taking the place of the Copper Swirl now.
Carlisle watched them move and regretted not bringing a camera, not being able to put all this beauty to tape and take it with him, to his lonely home, for him to own it forever. He was taking care of his own erection, moving his palm along his shaft leisurely. He was glad no one looked at him. They shouldn't be allowed to see the wetness in his eyes.
He didn't count the minutes until, finally, they had all come undone, at different times, himself being the last. Emmett stretched his back and stood, looking for his clothing.
"That was delirious. Thank you, guys." He found his trousers and tucked himself in. "Is anyone going to address the huge pink elephant in the room now?"
A/N There we go, only one chapter left. I love hearing your thoughts, don't forget. See you soon!
