Chapter 11 – Splitting Up

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Carlos' heart seemed to be pounding restlessly in his ears by the time he finally came back to himself, Mal's magic humming through him with a sort of satisfied purr while he shuddered helplessly, Aziz jerking his length in stuttered motions until Carlos had truly given everything he had.

He was pretty sure he'd made a mess on both their chests, not that Aziz seemed to mind. His slick felt so warm inside Carlos, and even though he was soft now, the prince was still whimpering as Doug finished up behind him, the musician giving one last definite thrust before swallowing a prolonged moan.

"Shit," Aziz gasped against Carlos' lips, because he'd never really stopped kissing Carlos – Aziz, kissing him, the child of the would-be puppy killer. "Doug-"

"You both did great," Doug informed them with a level of confidence that made Carlos shudder.

Mal had left Doug in charge and it was steadying to see him rise to that responsibility, something that seemed especially cemented for him when Lonnie had left, like she'd given her blessing as well.

"I fell apart almost instantly," Aziz complained, his cheeks stained in a permanent flush, and Doug countered this complaint by pulling him up enough so Doug could kiss him too, something the prince melted into with a whine.

Yeah, Mal would probably be pleased with that.

"I think that's all something we're pretty happy about," Doug murmured before Aziz was being effortlessly picked up, the prince splayed out on his back on the bed that Carlos had originally occupied.

Carlos wondered if Doug did that for his benefit, so Carlos could be allowed an unobscured view of Aziz's body, and if that was the case Carlos made the most of it, staring at the prince's heaving chest and pebbled nipples and the mess of his groin, flushing at the thought of how that had been in him. And Aziz had been eager for it.

"I'm gonna get you guys cleaned up and then we can go, okay?" Doug said gently, digging through the cabinets and pulling out another one of those plastic bulb things. He liberally coated it in that same goo Lonnie had used before and then he was strolling back between Aziz's legs, hiking his knee up until the prince's breath seemed to hitch.

"Doug…" Aziz said, not a warning or objection, but something unreadable, like he was unsure.

"You don't have to have it if you want to," Doug murmured. "But I was hoping I could demonstrate what this was on you for Carlos."

That seemed enough to crumble Aziz's resolve, who took it with a nod. "Okay," he said, forcing his shoulders to relax. "You can do it."

Carlos wanted to ask 'do what?' but Doug was demonstrating it in the next second, angling the bulb between Aziz's cheeks-

Oh, he was- he was pushing it inside Aziz, the prince letting out a small moan as Doug slowly worked it into him, his head falling back with a weak cry before Doug was pulling his hand away, the bulb now gone. Meaning he'd- he'd left it inside Aziz, who still seemed affected by it, the prince gasping as he allowed his legs to properly settle against the table.

"Aren't you gonna take it out?" Carlos asked, his curiosity getting the better of him while Doug got to work cleaning Aziz's length with a washcloth and a solution that built up into some sort of respectable lather that left Aziz crooning as Doug was certain to clean every last inch of him, sort of like how Jay had done for him earlier.

Despite all the sex he'd just had, just the thought of that was enough to make Carlos hot anew.

Doug paused his efforts, something that made Aziz whine, though the musician ignored him. "I imagine Lonnie will do that later."

"Oh," Carlos said, flushing at the thought of it. He wondered if Lonnie would make Aziz wait for it, wondered if it would drive him mad in the meantime.

It was a tantalizing thought.

Carlos swallowed. "And um- w-who would remove mine?"

Doug considered this with a light flush, ducking his head as he continued to clean Aziz. "Mal would, probably. If I told her about it." His gaze slowly rose once more. "So it would depend on when you'd like me to share that information."

"Oh," Carlos repeated, his length giving another small twinge.

"Fuck," Aziz gasped, breaking the tension of the moment, and by the time Doug was wiping him clean, Aziz was already semi-aroused again.

"Could you grab us some robes?" Doug asked Aziz while he turned her attention to Carlos, the prince letting out some quiet curses in Agraben before he sat up with a moan, his eyes falling shut as his body shuddered, likely against the stimulation of the bulb thing.

His response was enough to build up Carlos's own anticipation while Doug crossed to him, giving Carlos's thighs a careful squeeze before he lifted one of his knees, the same as he'd done with Aziz.

"Would you like to try it?" Doug asked, holding up the bulb Lonnie had prepped earlier. "You don't have to. Or if you don't like it, I could take it out."

"I- I wanna try," Carlos said, feeling mindful of the fact that while Doug had cleaned all other parts of Aziz, he hadn't removed his own slick from the prince. Meaning it was still trapped behind that bulb, forcing Aziz to carry it with him, and Carlos-

Well, maybe he wanted that reminder that a prince had willingly touched him for some evil-forsaken reason.

"Okay," Doug said, giving him a small grin. "Let's try."

The bulb wasn't as big as Aziz but it was still large, still felt like a definite intrusion that Carlos couldn't help but shudder around. Doug worked it in slowly, and the prolonged stretch made Carlos shiver more, had him shaking at how very lewd it felt. The thing kept him pushed open, and when it was settled he couldn't help but clutch onto it, whimpering at how distracting it was. He could end up wearing this for the rest of the day if Mal ordered him to, and then Aziz's release would be trapped inside him, squishing against his insides – and what would she think of it, or worse, what would Jay think of it? Not that he'd ever know, just…

"Good?" Doug asked when he was done, his finger tapping against the very bottom of it, making it slightly jostle Carlos' insides.

"Yes," Carlos murmured, feeling risqué just to acknowledge as much, but Doug only smiled at him before moving to clean off Carlos' own length, proving that he was still very much sensitive and eager to seek more attention.

By the time Doug was finished Carlos was eagerly rutting into his hand, sporting a semi of his own. There was something not unlike a smirk on Doug's face when he wiped Carlos dry, Carlos swallowing a whimper, though he was immediately distracted by the prince passing over two fluffy robes, Aziz already wearing one of his own.

"Lonnie stole my swimsuit," he grumbled by way of explanation, and then he was looking Doug over with a thoughtful expression. "I think Douglass still needs to get cleaned up, don't you?"

This made Carlos perk up in interest, detracting from the slight jolt that came from sitting up as he slid into his robe. "Yes. We um- should help him."

Aziz grinned, and that was how they got Doug pinned between them, the musician moaning as they worked together to clean him off, and if he just so happened to get more worked up than either of them did, well, they were just trying to be thorough. When they coaxed him into his own robe there was a definite tent in the groin of the fabric, enough to leave Doug whining as they guided him to his feet.

"I…" Doug swallowed. "We can't go out there l-like this."

"We're not going to," Aziz declared. "We'll use the backdoor to get back to the house and no one will be the wiser."

"Right," Carlos said, remembering their original plan, and it wasn't much different with Aziz leading them save for the fact that Carlos knew he was naked under his robe and had a bulb buried deep inside him, save for the fact that Carlos knew how it felt because each shift had it brushing against his insides in a tantalizing tease.

Doug's interest might have faded somewhat by the time they got to the house, but Carlos felt confident that they could fix that later, probably. At least they could try after Aziz finished leading them to the collection of guest suites they were supposed to be using, accept-

Aziz paused at a certain hallway, turning down to see that there were three different doors hanging open, the rooms closest to the back entrance of the house.

Doug ambled up beside him. "Do you think everything's okay?"

"Maybe?" Aziz said. "I don't know why they'd use these rooms instead of the ones where we actually stowed our stuff."

Carlos shifted his weight uneasily. "Maybe they had to use the bathroom?"

Aziz considered this. Sighed. "I'll go check on them," he declared, weary, like he was annoyed with his good guy obligations but felt compelled to follow through with them nonetheless because he was genuinely kind. "You guys go ahead."

"There's three doors," Doug said, one hand fidgeting with the front of his robe. "We could each take one and then call it a day."

That was the nice option, probably. It kept one of them from having to do the brunt of the work, at least. Kept anyone from feeling like the odd man out.

"Okay," Carlos said, because Mal had encouraged being nice to better fit in, which would help pull interest from them, and this seemed easy enough. Even if he was naked under his robe, it wasn't like anyone else would know. It would be fine.

Aziz sighed. "I'll take the far one."

"And I'll take the middle," Doug decided, giving Carlos the closest door.

"Cool," Carlos said, because this wasn't a big deal. "Cool."

Maybe if he said it enough times, he would feel casual.

With that, the three of them broke apart, Carlos doing his best not to pay any attention to the other two. Even though his door was hanging open he knocked on it, and when he didn't get an immediate reply, he tentatively pushed into what seemed to be some kind of sitting room, something that curved and shot off into a collection of other doors, one of which was open to reveal-

Evie. That was- she was naked, and Chad was naked, and Jane – who was so very smart and sweet and pretty, was also naked and all three of them were going at it with the damn door open.

Carlos wanted to stumble away, to go back into the hall and declare his due diligence completed, but he felt compelled to look after Evie. Just- she was normally so careful, and now she was kissing another girl while Jane jerked Chad's length, the prince alternating between moaning into the Fae's shoulder and kissing up her neck and that was enough to make Carlos throb, to have him twitch around the bulb inside him.

Just- he'd shut the door for them, that was all. He'd close the bedroom door and the door to the suite and then he'd hide out in their actual guest quarters and maybe kiss Doug some more. It would be fine.

His heart pounded a furious tempo as he walked carefully forward, doing everything he could to keep them from noticing him. He just needed to close the door. They wouldn't even know it was happening. They were so busy with each other, why would they? Just-

"Carlos?" Chad gasped just as his hand curled around the doorknob, and Carlos froze, his eyes going wide as he realized he had the attention of all three of the people on the bed.

"Sorry," Carlos said, ducking his head as a furious blush claimed his cheeks, his hand shaking on the doorknob. "I didn't- I wasn't being a creep, I just wanted to shut the door."

"You can join us, if you want," Evie said, which was so out of left field that Carlos couldn't help but sort of flail against the door.

"Please," Chad said to follow this up, making Carlos fall into a deeper well of confusion. "Please, Carlos, you're so sweet and Jane likes you so much-"

"What?" Jane gasped, embarrassed that Chad would divulge this secret because apparently it was true and Carlos didn't know what to do with that information. "I mean-"

"Carlos," Evie said, her gaze locked on his, imploring. "Please."

And Carlos- he'd never been able to deny Evie much of anything, even if he really should.

"Okay," he whispered, shutting the door behind him before he crossed to the bed, to the three perfect looking people whose skin was silky and unblemished. What was he doing? This was ridiculous, they didn't know how ugly he was.

And yet, he didn't turn away, crawling onto the bed, heart beating faster when Jane moved to the side to make room for him, she and Evie boxing Chad between them.

"Hi," Chad said, giving Carlos a kind smile he really didn't deserve. "Are you okay? With the bug thing, I mean."

Carlos flushed, remembering the nonsense that had led to his unpredictable adventure.

"I'm good," he said, raking his gaze over Chad's body. He was perfectly-proportioned, tanned with defined muscles and a pretty, pink length that was wavering against his stomach, the head flushed and leaking until a definite wet spot had built up on his abdomen.

It was a very attractive thing, even nicer than Aziz's. Carlos felt his mouth water at the sight of it, enough to inspire a sort of belated idea.

He could- if he pleasured Chad, there'd be no reason for them to take off his robe, right? And that was the goal of this, right? To make Chad happy. At least, that was what it seemed to Carlos.

So with a confidence he did not feel he leaned forward, pressing a tentative kiss to Chad's pectoral that made the prince gasp.

His skin felt so warm, it was shivering under Carlos' lips, and that was enough to prompt him onwards, prompt him lower, until his breath was hitting that full and quivering length.

"Carlos," Chad gasped at the young De Ville's first, tentative lick, his tongue grazing the head of Chad's length.

It was warm and salty and wet, and Carlos wanted more of it, enough that he settled one hand around the base of Chad's length and tried to get to work, licking and sucking until he finally wrapped his lips around that flushed tip and gave it a carefulsuck, teasing it with his tongue and moving it in patterns he hoped were tantalizing. It was worth it for the sharp inhale it earned from Chad, worth it for the way his body seemed to twitch, his length immediately pulsing beads of slick into Carlos' waiting mouth.

"Carlos!" Chad moaned, his hands curling into the sheets below them. "Carlos."

"You're doing good, pup," Evie hummed, her hand trailing loose patterns through his hair. "So good."

"Shit, Carlos," Jane gasped, and that was how thrown she was, that she actually cursed, and Carlos maybe found that so hot that he felt his length pulse dangerously against the fabric of his robe.

Oh hell, what had he gotten into?

"Like the view, Jane?" Evie asked, her voice teasing, but in a kind way.

"P-Perhaps you should um- give Carlos a g-good view too," Chad offered between moans, still managing a perfect smile just for Evie.

The princess, of course, cued off him perfectly, because Evie was a master of such things. "I think you're right," she declared, and then she was crawling to Jane's side of the bed, pushing the Light Fae back against the mount of pillows and urging her legs up and wide to put her groin on display, which was enough to make Carlos almost fumble against Chad's length because he'd never- that was his first-

"Like what you see?" Evie asked him, sensing his astonishment, and then she was teasing Jane's folds, sure to coax them wide so Carlos could see her glisten with the same kind of glittering slick Mal emitted, though hers was lighter.

"Shit," Jane gasped, twitching hard against Evie's fingers.

Carlos moaned around Chad, opening wider to take more of him in, and maybe he rutted a little against the bed just to get some relief, but he was only human at the end of the day, and this was a lot.

He hoped the others were having a less complicated time than he was, or at least found something suitably distracting enough that they wouldn't notice that he didn't immediately return, because he was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

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"I can't-" Mal gasped, because everything was too good and Lonnie was smirking at her like that, darting up to steal Mal's lips in a kiss, raking her tongue across Mal's gasping mouth before nipping at her bottom lip in a tease, her fingers mercilessly tweaking Mal's nipples, like Mal wasn't already overwhelmed with pleasure. "Lonnie."

"You're doing so good for us," Lonnie murmured, managing to stay coy and mischievous even with Mal's dick buried deep inside her warmth. "Your dick feels so good. Am I making your dick feel good?"

"Yes," Mal gasped, messy and out of control as she held on for dear life. Each shift of Jay's hips had her rutting into Lonnie, the Agraben somehow managing to find just the right spot in Mal every time, and if that hadn't been enough to do her in, Lonnie's tight warmth was threatening to destroy her completely. "Y-You make my dick feel good."

"Do you like the dick Jay gave you?" Lonnie continued, and if Mal didn't know who her parents were, she'd swear Lonnie had a bit of wickedness in her. "Do you wish you had it all the time so we could tease it? Leave you a hopeless mess?"

"Lonnie," Mal moaned, but the Northern Wei teen merely reached up and tweaked Mal's ear before returning her efforts to Mal's nipples, Lonnie realizing early on that those were especially sensitive.

"You don't have to be shy," Lonnie hummed. "We both saw how wet you were earlier."

"Oh," Mal gasped, feeling herself release a new wave of slick around Jay's length when he hit her just right, and she knew her thighs and his pelvis was likely a mess but she didn't care, because she was so ready to fall apart but was holding on still because Lonnie hadn't said she could let go yet.

Mal might be her own boss, she might not bow to anyone else's will, but the other teen had laid out a teasing challenge when she'd rolled onto her back, Mal posing above her – Lonnie musing just how precise Mal's sex magic control was. She'd wanted to see if Mal could hold back until they'd both fallen apart, and in truth, Mal could, she just really didn't want to.

Jay had already come once. Mal had felt it just as much as she'd felt him accidentally sex magic himself back into full arousal, and he pet her legs so carefully, murmuring apologies into her back before cradling the oversensitive testicles she now had. Mal was pretty sure Lonnie had already come once as well, but she hadn't told Mal to stop, happy to watch the Dark Fae carry on with a light smirk, squeezing and shuddering around her stupid, oversensitive, wet length all the while.

"Lonnie," Mal gasped, trying not to whine, trying not to beg. "Please."

"You can come whenever you want," Lonnie hummed, running a careful hand through Mal's hair. "I just thought you could last longer."

"Lonnie," Jay murmured, sounding close to reproving. "She's um- already lasted a while."

"But Faes are masters of sex magic, right?" Lonnie prompted with a quirk of her brow, making Mal curse the way she had boasted earlier, or maybe it was a few minutes ago, but it seemed to be so very long ago. "This should be no problem."

It wasn't, technically, but her dick was so very sensitive and so very full and her groin kept twitching and she just wanted to come.

"Please, Lonnie," Mal moaned, hiding her face in the curve of Lonnie's neck. "I wanna come."

"Oh, you're asking now?" Lonnie hummed, a light gasp the only indication that Mal was getting her worked up again. "What do you think, Jay?"

"I t-think she deserves it," Jay said, further proving he was the best.

"Okay then," Lonnie said, her smile stretching wide. "You can come, but only if you tell us how much you like your dick."

"I love it," Mal gasped, allowing the tendrils of her magic to loosen. "I love the way you feel around it and I love the way Jay stares at me and when he touched it and I hate it because I s-should be in control but I'm not."

"You don't like being doted on?" Lonnie asked, and that seemed to be a more serious question now, her hand moving to cup Mal's cheek.

That time, Mal actually did whine. "I'm Maleficent's daughter," she murmured. "I can't- I can't be a baby."

"Sure, you can," Lonnie said, her gaze locked on Mal's. "You can be our baby, and that doesn't make you any less badass – do you understand?"

"L-Lonnie," Mal said, unable to give in because that seemed too easy, and Lonnie seemed to read as much in her expression, the Northern Wei teen leaning forward to capture her lips in a different sort of kiss, this one more gentle, soft and sweet like the kind Mal shared with Carlos, that she doted on Doug with, but she was getting it from Lonnie, getting looked after-

"We've got you, Mal," Jay murmured against her shoulder before shifting into her with a definite rut.

Mal saw stars, crying against Lonnie's lips as she felt herself fall apart. Jay guided her through the entire process, having her thrust into Lonnie until she had nothing left to give, and she felt the magic working but didn't really understand what was happening until Jay was pulling her away from Lonnie, the two of them turning to splay Mal out on her back so she could catch her breath.

It was Lonnie that pulled off the very full condom, Lonnie that allowed them to pause, because while Mal still very much had a dick, it was also significantly smaller.

"Aw, look at your baby dick," Lonnie crooned, toying with the slick-spattered length until Mal was whining. Beside them, Jay was fumbling to tie off his own condom, though his gaze definitely kept darting back to Mal and her diminished appendage. "Do you think it's here to stay?"

"Maybe she has to come again," Jay offered while he threw away their condoms, his cheeks seeming dusted in a permanent flush. "You know, for it to go away entirely."

"An interesting prospect," Lonnie mused, her eyes narrowed in thought. "And now we must consider the bounty of ways to address it."

"To address what?" a grumpy voice muttered from the doorway, and that was the only warning they got before Aziz ambled into the room, somehow managing to seem utterly relaxed and painfully uptight at the same time.

Lonnie perked up. "Aziz, wanna suck Mal's baby dick?"

There was a pause where Mal waited for Aziz to snap at Lonnie the same way he did every time she made vague illusions to him committing homosexual acts. Even Jay tensed beside her, waiting for the irritated fallout.

And then Aziz shrugged and climbed onto the bed, crawling a steadfast path between Mal's legs. "Whatever," he muttered before bending low and licking Mal's small length into his mouth, which was enough to confirm it was definitely just as sensitive and responsive as before, and also, a prince was blowing her.

"Oh," Jay said, seeming dazed.

"Come on," Lonnie giggled. "Help me get his robe off. His generosity deserves a reward."

Aziz's only response was to moan around Mal, sending tantalizing vibrations up her core until she was crooning, twitching thoroughly in his mouth but he didn't seem to care, eager to coax out every thrust and moan.

This definitely wasn't how she'd expected this pool party to turn out, but she couldn't say she really regretted it.

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Audrey didn't know what she'd done to warrant this level of attention from Ben, but Light, did she not care. When he'd first picked her up – naked, for some damn reason – Audrey thought it was to remove her from the immediate vicinity of Chad and Evie's acts of sexual intimacy because Ben was always weird about Chad, or maybe because it wasn't proper, or maybe he just wanted to have a heart to heart or something. Even after he'd nosed her groin, she'd just figured he wanted some alone time because she was making a fool of herself by being such a mess, but nope, it turned out Audrey had been entirely wrong.

Because Ben had carried her into the next bedroom over and immediately stripped off her bikini bottoms, sitting her in a chair and parting her legs wide as a new wave of goo surged from her.

"Ben," she'd gasped, wondering if this was the part where he lectured her for forgetting herself, and then he was almost diving between her legs, eager to get his tongue on her and thrusting it between her folds to lap up more of that delicious goo.

Ben was- he was actually- he was licking her, fucking her with his tongue, lapping at her twitching folds, and holding her legs wide so he could bury his tongue deeper, wanting to get every last swell and gush she had to offer.

"Ben!" she gasped, because she'd dreamed of this, but she'd given up on it happening. She'd been wanting him to get physical with her for months now, and it had taken Mal's sex magic to make it happen. Ben had an eager mouth pressed against her groin, letting out relentless rumbles that went straight to her core, that left her aching and shuddering.

Her head fell back with a moan as her chest gave a painful twitch, her breasts throbbing against the confines of her swimsuit. Her nipples strained lewdly against the fabric, and damp spots had already begun to form against them, though she wasn't spurting yet. It was like her body was waiting for something, but the more relief she got from Ben, the bigger her breasts seemed to swell.

"Shit," Audrey gasped, her hands moving to cup the generous curves of her boobs.

Their growth wasn't immediately noticeable, but Audrey could feel the lower strap of her bikini top beginning to strain the more they grew out. She tried to pinch and squeeze like Mal did, but her nipples only buzzed with anticipation, not relief as her breasts surged larger.

"B-Ben," Audrey moaned, hoping to switch his attention higher, but he was determined to stay between her legs, moving his tongue in maddening shifts as he slurped noisily against her wet folds.

This was what he'd meant by going beast, she realized. This was what he'd been so afraid of, though Audrey sort of loved it, the way he surrendered to his animalistic urges and actually ravished her for once. She knew he was trained to be a proper gentleman, that his father had emphasized control for this such reason, that they had a lot more at stake than the average teenager so fooling around was best avoided at all costs, but they had needs. They could be responsible and attend to them, and it wasn't like Audrey and every other young royal wasn't on birth control. Hell, even the VKs had been given that as part of their standard healthcare package when they'd settled in – that was just the going standard for Auradon Prep. They didn't condone sex, but if it happened, absolutely no risks were going to be taken.

It was why Audrey had gotten so frustrated with Ben, wondering if maybe he'd thought she wasn't attractive, wondering if he played for his own team (which she might have believed if he didn't stare at Mal so much), but at least her fears were assuaged now. Even if this was just because of Mal's spell, it could at least lead to a discussion, and Audrey would focus on that later but for now her swimsuit was two seconds from bursting off of her.

She gasped when it rode up higher, showing off a generous swell of underboob. She whimpered when it caught the underside of her nipple, the top just keeping her decent. She'd untie it if it wasn't the only thing keeping her supported, though how long that would last, she did not know.

"Ben," she gasped at a particularly pointed thrust of his tongue, Ben moaning against her folds as she gushed another eager stream of glittering slick. "Ben, I-"

"Audrey?" A new voice said, and when Audrey looked up, it was to see Doug lingering in the doorway, his expression pinched in concern before it faded into embarrassment when he realized what was happening. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I'll just-"

"Doug," Ben snarled, pulling away from Audrey and baring his teeth, which was slightly less intimidating with his mouth coated in shimmering goo. "Here. Now."

"What?" Doug was reasonably startled by Ben's order and his beastly disposition seemed to be more of a reason for Doug to actually step out of the room than anything else. "Are you okay?"

"Now," Ben repeated, the word drawing off in a snarl.

"H-He's gone beast," Audrey offered, and it was a nice boost to her ego, the way Doug's gaze accidentally dropped to her exposed groin, making his cheeks heat in an immediate flush.

Yeah, that's right, she was hot as hell.

He was also wearing one of the spa robes for some reason, making Audrey wonder what the hell the musician had been getting up to since the last time she'd seen him.

Then again, what had any of them been getting up to?

Annoyed by Doug's hesitation, Ben rose from his crouch with a growl, his flushed and throbbing length wavering against his stomach as he marched across the room to Doug. He swept the half-dwarf into his arms in an easy movement, making Doug squawk, his robe opening enough to share the fact that he was definitely naked underneath it.

Ben seemed to recognize this too and immediately stripped the robe from Doug's frame the moment he was on his feet, making the musician's flush darken horribly.

"I-" Doug struggled for some sort of explanation, not that Ben seemed to care all that much because in the next moment he was undoing Audrey's top, throwing the strip of fabric aside and letting her swollen breasts bounce free.

"Taste," Ben ordered, and Doug didn't seem to know what to do until Ben was having him cup Audrey's breast in his hand, urging Doug's head low until his mouth was near her hardened nipple.

"Um." Doug shuddered, his gaze skittering up to Audrey. "I-"

"Just do it," Audrey ordered, and that seemed to be all the incentive Doug needed to wrap his lips around that pert nub, his tongue flicking careful circles, until he gave her breast a squeeze, and both of them were surprised at the immediate burst of slick that followed, Doug moaning around her as the goo flooded his mouth.

"Good," Ben rumbled, seeming pleased by the progression. He reached up to Audrey's other breast, unattended and leaking freely, and gave it a definite tweak that had goo unloading into his palm, something he seemed entirely pleased by for reasons Audrey didn't know and didn't care about, because finally, she was getting some relief.

She watched vaguely as Ben maneuvered that handful of goo around Doug's back, then lower, and then-

Doug gasped, his gaze going wide as Audrey realized Ben was massaging that slime into the musician's entrance.

"Ben?" Doug breathed, his length steadily filling from semi-interested to entirely aroused.

"Drink," Ben ordered, and with a shudder Doug turned to do so, doting on Audrey's chest before Ben moved to do the same to her groin, licking and slurping at her again, though all the while he was absently stretching Doug open, and that-

Well, it was hot, okay? It was unquestionably hot, and Audrey couldn't wait to see where it went.

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Endnotes:

I know the big question here is when are they all going to get together again – which is just- eventually. They'll all join up eventually ;)

Until next time