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Grant eyes Gerard's face up and down as he finishes drawing their mustache on. He gets up off their lap and puts the cap of the eyebrow pencil on, nods approvingly. Grant squirms a little in their leather armchair, decorated jacket clinking slightly, and looks at Gerard in his uniform. He looks fantastic, of course; the show had been amazing, the military jacket suits his broad figure all too well, and the slicked back hair and slight eyeshadow make Grant want to kiss him. They throw a look at Frank in his uniform toying with his fingers and staring them up and down with hungry eyes, then they look back at Gerard.
“I do love the little games you put on whenever you visit, Gee”, Grant says and crosses their legs, joins their fingertips. “But is this silly mustache really necessary?”
“Positive, Sir. No dictator without a mustache”, Gerard replies while his eyes jump all over Grant; they wear an exact replica of the Dictator’s costume, and even though there is nothing distinguishing their outfit from the other, on them it looks less dictator-y and more like they dressed up for a gay BDSM party. Which is kind of what is happening in their basement in Glasgow tonight. Gerard throws a look at Frank and bites his lip. “Now get into the persona before I give in and suck your dick already.”
“What if I order you to suck my dick already?”, Grant asks with a little grin and watches as Frank gets ready on the hospital bed they put up.
“Then I would do it, of course”, Gerard says and points his eyebrow pencil at his friend. “And the suspense would be ruined. I haven't even kissed you yet, going straight for the money shot isn't our style.”
“What if it's the Dictator’s style?”
“Stop fucking talking, please”, Frank groans and looks over at the two men teasing each other. “I wanna get stabbed and fucked, please. Sir.”
Gerard throws a look at Grant. “Starting the play. Now.”
“Aye”, Grant says and puts their sunglasses on, looks at Gerard. “Move, inmate.”
Gerard blushes a little and walks over to take the dagger Grant holds out. He gets on one knee and holds out his hands with reverence.
“This dagger is of utmost importance to the ritual”, Grant says, runs their finger along the blade. “It is not the plaything I give to you to entertain the masses. This is the real artifact, pet, do handle it as such.”
“Yes, Dictator. I swear”, Gerard says and his pants are already getting tighter. Grant places the dagger into his gloved hands and Gerard gets up to walk around the hospital bed his husband lies in, staring him down like a well-done steak on a silver platter. “Permission to touch the patient, Sir?”
“Granted”, Grant says and watches Gerard unbutton Frank's jacket, exposing his strong chest. They lean forward a little to watch Frank's heavy breathing as Gerard runs his gloved fingers across his chest. “Cut him.”
Gerard obliges and ever so carefully runs the blade over Frank's left breast, leaving a tiny cut that lets out just the smallest amount of blood. His lips twitch a little and so does Frank’s cock as he sighs with the pain. “Sir.”
“Again.”
Gerard repeats his move a little further up. Frank gasps. The corner of Grant's mouth raises a little before they get serious again.
“Pour the blood.”
Gerard obliges again, retrieves a bag of fake blood before he lifts his leg to climb on the bed - he stops himself with his knee still up and looks at Grant. “Permission to climb the patient?”
Grant doesn't say a word, just watches Gerard balance on his left foot, two pairs of hazel eyes looking at them, awaiting the next order. They lean back and fold their hands, letting the silence become louder and louder.
“....Sir”, Gerard says, starting to tremble a little but he doesn't dare put his leg back down or on the bed.
Frank looks at Gerard's face and it's incredible to see just how turned on he is from this; the bulge of his hard cock is clearly visible with his leg up like that, Frank assumes Grant is taking in the view. Especially right now that there's a spotlight pointing down from the ceiling throwing an excellent shadow on Gerard's crotch.
“Sir”, Gerard says again, shuffling awkwardly on his foot trying not to fall over. “Permission to climb the bed?”
“Open your jacket”, Grant says and watches Gerard unbutton his jacket, followed by the zipper. His broad chest with the leather straps looks all too delicious, adding to the twitching bulge between his legs, one of which is still up and folded for an amount of time that is getting more uncomfortable every second. “You are a specimen.”
Gerard's face flushes immediately. “Thank you, Dictator. Thank you very much, Sir. Permis-”
“Permission denied”, Grant says, “Stop asking so impatiently. Frank, come over here.”
Frank is a little confused but immediately gets off of the bed to walk over to Grant, leaving Gerard still one-legged over beneath the spotlight. “Sir?”
“Kiss me.”
Frank's eyebrows raise and Gerard whimpers a little; the older clearly wants to be the Dictator’s number one, and Grant seems to know it and act the entire opposite. Frank loves it when Gerard gets put in his place. “Yes, Sir.”
Gerard watches with an open mouth as Grant raises their head to kiss his husband, their leather gloved hand grabbing his jaw. Frank is in full submission and kisses the Dictator as long as they keep him close, making Gerard's stomach feel weak with jealousy. He grunts a little and tries his best to keep balance on his one leg, he feels incredibly stupid like this, but he knows Grant is doing this on purpose. It's Gerard’s own fault for wanting to climb on the bed before asking permission.
Grant stops kissing Frank and ends their little makeout session with a hard slap across Frank's face. The younger whimpers and holds his cheek as he goes down on his knees, suppressing tears. “Back on the bed. Gerard, climb him. Use the blood.”
Frank immediately scrambles to get back up and into bed, Gerard sighing with relief as he can finally get on top of Frank and sit down on his crotch. He watches as Gerard takes a large bag of fake blood and stabs it with the dagger to open it, the cool fluid gushing all over Frank's chest. He moans a little at the feeling and Gerard's eyes sparkle at the sight. He begins rubbing his hands up and down Frank’s chest, smears the blood all over his torso while his hips grind against Frank's; the younger moans and holds onto Gerard's waist, fingernails digging into his love handles.
“G-Gerard..”, he gasps only to quickly correct himself, “Dictator.”
Grant gets up to walk towards the bed and look down at Frank, who gulps nervously and licks his lips.
“Forgive me, Dictator-”
Grant presses their hand to Frank's mouth to shut him up and turns their head to look at Gerard and they're so close Gerard almost opens his mouth to kiss them - he holds himself back and only looks into their eyes. Grant points at Frank's abdomen with their free hand. “Stab him.”
Gerard doesn't hesitate pushing the very tip of the dagger into Frank's stomach, making the younger whimper and buck his hips a little. He quickly pulls out so Frank doesn't accidentally stab himself deeper than planned and Grant runs their fingers through the real blood gushing out of the wound, making Frank sob. They raise their hand to lick the blood off of their index finger and look Frank up and down for a moment before they decide on what to do.
“Ride him.”
“Yes, Sir”, Gerard murmurs and shifts to pull Frank's cock out and his own pants down, just enough for access and to be able to squat on the bed properly. “Permission to use lubrication?”
“Denied. Use the blood.”
“Yes, Sir.” Gerard scoops a handful of fake blood from Frank's drenched torso and rubs it onto his throbbing cock, then slowly sits down on him with a quiet moan. He starts moving right away and slams his own dick against Frank's stomach, sticky strands of blood connecting their bodies.
Frank moans against Grant's palm across his mouth and stares at Gerard working him, the older's hands clawing into his chest, jaw slack open, hair falling into his face in wet strands. His eyes flick over to Grant, who is zoned in on Gerard's bloody cock and licks their lips, and he moves his hand a little in an attempt to get their attention; Grant turns their head and throws him an annoyed look, presses their hand against his mouth so hard the pressure on his head gets a little uncomfortable. He whimpers and looks at Grant with a pleading face; he knows his puppy eyes have never failed on them, and they don't start failing now.
Grant takes their hand off of Frank's mouth to listen to his wish. Their left hand wanders between Gerard's asscheeks to cram two blood-covered fingers into him and Gerard shudders, lets out a deep groan as he keeps up his pace without a complaint. The corner of Grant's mouth twitches a little as they curl their fingers and make both of the couple gasp for air.
“Sir”, Frank gasps, clawing into Gerard's thighs, “Sir, permission to move. Please.”
Grant looks between the couple. “Granted. Don't come.”
Both Gerard's and Frank's faces scrunch up at the order, but they do try their best. Frank starts fucking up into Gerard and Gerard moans loudly, leans forward a little so the angle Frank fucks him in changes; Grant knows he moved so Frank wouldn't hit his prostate dead-on, so they make him change it. Gerard feels their large hands at his waist and can only curse before they start slamming him down on Frank, making their hips collide impossibly hard and Gerard's voice begins to quiver. “D-Dictator! Sir! I'm gon- I'm gonna-”
“Don't come”, Grant repeats, eyes fixed to Gerard's jiggling asscheeks, Frank's bouncing testicles as he fucks into Gerard like his life depends on it. “Neither of you come. Don't you dare.”
Gerard screws his eyes shut and pushes at Frank's cock, tries to make the friction less intense in any way possible, but all he achieves is the wet noises of his hole getting louder and Frank's eyes to roll back in pleasure. His stomach starts to feel weak and he knows he has to stop moving now if he isn't allowed to come, but Grant's iron grip on his waist forces him to keep going, blood splattering between their bodies and drenching Gerard's asscheeks. “Sir- Sir, please-”
“Don't come”, they interrupt and lean in closer. “Do not come.”
Grant’s voice right behind Gerard's ear makes his head spin and he claws into Frank's chest with all his might, he tries his hardest to think about something else, distract himself from Frank's throbbing cock rubbing inside of him too deliciously, but he cannot for the life of him come up with anything else. Each time his asscheeks hit Frank's thighs the younger moans, he's so incredibly hard inside of Gerard and his face has bliss written all over it.
Frank's hands are trapped between Gerard's love handles and Grant's gloves above them, he can't do anything but rut his hips into Gerard's and pray to every God he knows he won't come - entirely useless, of course, because the way Gerard whines and clenches around him makes his knees weak. “Sir..”
“Don't come.” Grant holds onto Gerard a little tighter and smashes his hips down with all their might, making him yell out. “Do. Not…”
The silence is lethal. Gerard is on the brink of an orgasm.
“Come.”
Gerard yells out and comes incredibly hard, hips spasming on top of Frank's as he ejaculates all over his husband, sperm mixing with fake blood and sweat. Gerard's mouth drops open at the intensity of his orgasm but he can't even relish in the numb feeling of his legs because Grant is furious with him.
“I forbade you to come”, Grant scolds and places their hand between Gerard's shoulderblades, pushes him down on all fours with his face smushed into the blood at Frank's chest. They spank his asscheeks hard and Gerard yells out, squirms at the pain and his hole twitches at the impact.
“I'm sorry!”, Gerard moans, voice shaking. “I'm sorry, Dictator, I-”
“Was this worth it?”, Grant interrupts and slaps Gerard's asscheek again, so hard there's bruises forming. “Was your orgasm so good it was worth breaking your Dictator’s rule?”
“No!”, Gerard cries, knowing full well he loves every fucking second of this right now. “I'm sorry, Sir, it will never happen again! I'm sorry!”
Grant smacks right between Gerard's asscheeks, hitting his sore hole and making him cry out again before they finally lock eyes with Frank, who had just been staring at his husband's blissed out face with dark eyes and a slack jaw. They walk around the bed and closer towards Frank, eye his throbbing erection. “Did you come, pet?”
Frank immediately shakes his head. “No, Sir, I would- I would never come without permission.”
Gerard scoffs at Frank’s words and receives a hard slap across his left asscheek for it. He moans and arches his back, keep his face against Frank's chest as he was not yet told to move. Frank strokes Gerard's back and holds him tight, assures him that they are in this together.
Grant eyes Frank up and down, teary-eyed and throbbing hard, pants drenched in blood. They give an approving nod. “Gerard, off. Frank comes with me.”
The couple scrambles to follow Grant's order, Gerard stays on the bed and takes his pants off while Frank stumbles after Grant, who takes a seat in their chair. Frank obediently puts his hands behind his back and stands next to Grant, who waits until Gerard has kicked off his trousers -leaving the boots and his lace panties on- and then pushes their large hand between Frank's thighs from behind. Frank shivers a little and his cock perks.
“Frank has been a formidable citizen”, Grant praises, “Even the chosen rebel of your.. silly band can manage to follow orders, Gerard. It's only you who seems to be either too spirited or too stupid to understand simple instructions.”
Gerard gulps a little and leans back on his lower arms; his crotch, thighs and ass are smeared with blood, as is the right side of his face that had been resting against Frank's chest. He blushes. “I'm sorry, Sir.”
“Don't lie to your Dictator. You didn't hold back on purpose.”
Grant knows it's a lie, Gerard knows it's a lie, even Frank knows Grant had forced that orgasm out of Gerard so they can torture him for it. Neither party is complaining about this. Gerard nods slightly. “Apologies.”
“Not accepted”, Grant says and turns their head to look up at Frank. “You are on perfect track to becoming the favorite inmate tonight, Iero. I will grant you a wish. You are allowed to come, and I will let you choose how.”
Frank's eyes sparkle. “Thank you, thank you so much, Dictator. Permission to come inside your mouth, please.”
Grant nods. “Granted. Gerard, stop whining and watch us. If you look away, you will regret it.”
Gerard presses his lips to a thin line and stares in awe as Grant opens their mouth and sticks their tongue out, letting Frank rub the tip of his tattooed cock against the warm wet. It reminds Gerard of the hotdog he had given the Dictator at a show a few months ago, though this is definitely much, much sexier to see.
Grant moans enjoyably at Frank's tip rubbing against their tongue, then he slides a little further and rubs against the inside of their cheek. They sigh quietly and keep nice and open for Frank, who still has his hands behind his back and is fully dressed beside being shirtless underneath the jacket by default and his cock standing hard from the zipper of his pants. He didn't do a single thing by himself or without permission, the most well-trained dog Grant had ever had the pleasure of dominating. They had really missed Frank. They rub their hand between his thighs and grab him a little tighter, to which the younger gasps.
“P-Permission to grab your head, Sir?”, he whispers, hands shaking nervously, he wants to fuck their face so badly but he doesn't know the exact parameters of how far his wish can go. He's all too delighted when Grant reaches around to grab his hand and place it at their cheek.
Gerard is fuming with jealousy. Frank's cock bulges out Grant's cheek and his hands are shaking at their head, their hat loosely sitting on top just waiting to fall off as soon as Frank starts going harder. Gerard wants to be the one inside of Grant's mouth, he wants to be the favorite pet, but of course Grant has to ruin it for him and prioritize Frank - he fucking loves it. He's annoyed with Grant and he's upset this isn't going to plan, but as he watches Frank lift his leg to put his foot on the armrest and slide his whole cock down Grant's throat, Gerard can't deny this is infinitely hotter than anything he could have ever imagined. He sets himself a goal to be nice and obedient so he will get his turn on Grant eventually - hopefully.
Grant moans quietly around Frank and Frank just can't resist fucking down their throat in small, hasty thrusts that make the older gag. Grant sucks their cheeks in, knowing what Frank likes, and he trembles a little while his hands claw at Grant's head, one at the back, one stroking their cheekbone. Grant makes small slurping noises and the blood Gerard had used as lube mixes with the spit gathering at their lips, from where it drips down into their lap where their own hard cock bulges the stiff material. “Oh God, Sir, you feel amazing.. P-Permission to fuck your… your….”
Grant opens their mouth again and strokes Frank's thigh to encourage him to go for it, which the younger immediately proceeds to do. He fucks harder into Grant's face, hairy groin colliding with their nose, sweat and spit smearing that stupid drawn-on mustache. Frank groans deeply and stares with wide eyes as Grant takes him and gawks quietly around him, commenting every thrust with a noise or a gag. He fucking loves this guy.
Gerard stares at the bulge in Grant's throat, they keep swallowing and choking around Frank and Frank is so weak for it, eyes rolling back as his hands move to get a real tight grip on Grant's head and push their hat off, where it lands in Grant's lap and hides their erection. Gerard himself grew hard again in no time, he keeps laying on his back prepped on his arms with his thighs fallen apart and his lace panties trying their hardest to cover his throbbing. He wants to touch himself so badly, he wants to get up and join Frank inside of Grant's mouth but of course he's much too trained to do that; if he so much as moves now, Grant will make him pay. One half of Gerard really, really wants to pay the price, the other would like to get fucked by them tonight, so even though his whole body aches with desire, he stays put and keeps watching as Frank whines and sticks his tongue out, the clear sign he's about to bust.
“I'm so close, Sir”, Frank moans, slamming Grant's head between his legs, “Permission to c-come on your- face-”
Grant grunts around Frank and wraps their arms around him, not letting him pull out for a facial. They all too gladly keep Frank balls deep down their throat to swallow every last bit of it, though, which definitely works for the younger as he throbs hard and groans with the sweet relief. They slowly pull off and kiss Frank's tip, let it rub against their clenched teeth and stretch the corner of their mouth a little. Frank winces at the overstimulation but he would be insane to stop them, so Grant sucks at his tip as hard as they can for a moment before they firmly stroke his shaft and let go off him. “Bed.”
“Y-Yes, Sir. Thank- Thank you so very much, Sir”, Frank breathes and makes his way over to the hospital bed. Gerard's head perks and his eyes sparkle when he sees both men approaching and his legs immediately spread further.
Grant puts their hat back on and greets Gerard with a hard slap on the inside of his right thigh, making him moan and jerk his hips a little. “I see you are ready again.”
“Always, Sir”, Gerard says, eyes glued to Grant's cum-smeared mouth. “I'm ready to carry your baby.”
Grant raises an eyebrow and can't help a smirk that's very out of character, but visibly to Gerard's pleasure. “Are you now.”
Gerard nods immediately and lays back further, presents himself to Grant. They pick up the dagger from the mattress and grab Gerard's shirt to slice it open, making the younger's eyes widen a little at the sharp edge so close to his body. He arches his back to show off a pale chest and a lace bralette that matches his panties, Grant's eyes sparkling at the sight. “D-Dictator… Please.”
“Still so very impatient”, Grant says and looks at Frank. “Is he like this in your cell bed as well?”
“Oh, yes”, Frank says, eyes glued to Gerard's broad chest, his leather suspenders now clipped to his panties since the trousers are gone. “He keeps calling me by your name as well, Sir.”
“Does he now”, Grant turns to look at Gerard again, who blushes violently and squirms on the bed. “Your admiration must be quite big.”
Gerard nods immediately. “Want to.. want to carry the next great Dictator, Sir. Please.”
“Well, I am a man of the people”, Grant says, gloved hands stroking Gerard's thigh where they had hit him, making its way up and between Gerard's legs, where they rub their middle- and ring finger between Gerard's sack and his asshole as if to stimulate his pussy, “Who am I to not bless them with a son of mine?”
Gerard nods frantically. “The entire nation would be delighted, Sir. L-Long live Draag.”
“Long live Draag, indeed”, Grant agrees and removes their hand from Gerard's crotch, forcing a longing sigh out of his mouth. They throw a look at Frank. “And you? How do you feel about your wife becoming your Grand Immortal Dictator's bredmare?”
Frank sees Gerard shivers at the word. He would absolutely love to watch the two fuck now, but more than that, he wants to be mean to Gerard. “She is my bredmare in the first place, Sir. Honestly speaking.”
“Hear that”, Grant says and takes a step back. “You are free to use her, then. As my favorite inmate tonight, breed her as long as you'd like.”
“No!”, Gerard yells and -to his own, Frank's and Grant's surprise- crosses his legs to deny Frank. He has never once closed his legs for his husband and he can see Frank takes it a little personal. He can't bring himself to care right now. “I don't want Frank’s cock, Sir, I want yours!”
“You don't want your own husband's cock?”, Grant asks and gets closer again, looks Gerard up and down.
“No, please no”, Gerard begs and grasps onto the headboard of the bed above him. “I want to be yours, Dictator, yours and yours alone. This is what I was born to do!”
Grant is very, very pleased with Gerard's words. Frank very much is not, though. “What the fuck?”
“Oh shush, Frank”, Gerard says and throws his man an annoyed look. “There's no way I would fuck you while the Grand Immortal Dictator’s hard cock is within reach. You know that.”
Frank blinks his tears away and crosses his arms. “Permission to hit my wife, Sir.”
Grant's eyes flick between the two. “Granted.”
Frank slaps across Gerard's face and he grabs his cock. “This is what you're meant to beg for.”
Gerard turns his head away, only staring at Grant. “Please, Sir, I- I have waited for this for so long. Don't make me take his dirty cock, please. The- The only semen my womb wants is yours.”
Grant throbs hard in their trousers. They look at Frank, who stares at Gerard in disbelief, and then they climb on the bed and loosen their belt. Gerard's legs spread in an instant and Frank gets angry, grabs Gerard's face to make their eyes meet.
“You're nothing but a whore for our Dictator? Do I mean nothing to you?”
Gerard immediately shakes his head. “The Dictator is all that exists for me.”
Frank turns his head to stare at Grant. “Permission to shut her up.”
“Granted”, Grant breathes, eyes sparkling as they watch Frank push his cock into Gerard's mouth. Gerard's face scrunches up but Grant knows it's an act because he immediately opens up wide and welcomes Frank in. They reach over to take a second bag of blood and stab it open, drip it all over Gerard's squirming body and his face that Frank fucks so hard he chokes. Gerard’s dick throbs against Grant's and his hole is just begging to be filled already, the dark red liquid running down his body and soaking the sheets reminding Grant of the motor oil Gerard had drenched himself in the last time they met. They stare at his adam's apple jumping as he swallows Frank, his thighs shaking as he keeps his legs pulled in to present his full asscheeks to Grant, his leather suspenders smearing across the blood as he squirms. They just can't take it anymore, they missed fucking Gerard so much; they scoop a handful of blood from his stomach to lube themself up and finally push into the younger, making him yell around Frank.
Gerard squirms and immediately clenches around Grant, mouth falling wide open which Frank takes as an opportunity to fuck his throat harder. Gerard gags happily and his hand that's not squeezing Frank's balls reaches out in an attempt to touch Grant, but they smack his hand away so he claws into the sheets instead. His whole body jerks with a hard gag and he pulls his head away to gasp for air and let out a burp; Frank fists into his hair and pushes his tip back in, bulging out the inside of his cheek. Gerard takes fast, too flat breaths and moves his head a little to look at Grant; their fingernails dig into his blood-smeared waist and they fuck him incredibly deep, ram their whole length into him with quiet, shaky grunts. They try their hardest to stay in character and keep a cold face, but their mouth hangs a little open and their entire head is flushed. Gerard groans and wants to wrap his legs around Grant's waist, but they deny him again, moving their hands towards his thighs and pinning him down into the mattress.
Frank gets impatient and pushes his dick a little further; Gerard gags and pulls away again, a strained moan leaving his mouth. “Gee, take it. Now.”
Gerard shakes his head and keeps staring at Grant, still fully dressed and the only skin slipping out being their cock when they pull back. He reaches out again, wants to open Grant's jacket, but they bark at him.
“Hands off me. Do what-”, they gasp quietly as Gerard clenches at their order, “Frank says. Now.”
Gerard groans and leans his head back, but he wraps his hand around Frank and strokes him, which seems to work for now.
Frank can feel the sticky leather around his throbbing cock and pushes more into Gerard's hand, fake blood and saliva smearing his length. He stares at Gerard's sweat-shiny face and fucks his hand a little harder, making his husband's eyes flick over; he understands what Frank wants and opens his mouth to take him in again, but then his head jerks back as he yells.
“I'm gon- Sir, permission to come, please!”
“Denied”, Grant moans and grabs Gerard's cock, squeezes it tight and presses their thumb on his tip to block it off. Gerard whines and bucks his hips and clenches hard around them, which makes them tremble and come hard into him. They gasp breathlessly and throb inside of Gerard until their high is ridden out; Gerard sobs with the feeling and the pain of being unable to ejaculate. They start stroking Gerard's base with their left hand while their right still blocks off his tip. “You haven't made Frank come. You didn't do your job.”
“M'sorry”, Gerard moans, voice quivering. “I'll- I'll be better, I promise, just- please, please let me come.”
“Denied”, Grant says and looks at Frank. “It's your turn to use her.”
“No!”, Gerard yells and wants to cross his legs again, but Grant is still between his thighs with their softened cock buried inside of him. “No, Sir, please! H-His dirty sperm can't mix with yours, it'll- it'll ruin the child!”
Frank grunts in anger and slaps Gerard's face again. “I don't think you understood the rules. You do what the Dictator fucking says.”
Grant nods and leans over to reward Frank with a kiss. “That's a good boy. Now come and take your turn on my mare.”
“No”, Gerard sobs and squirms on the bed, his act almost too convincing. “Please, please no, Sir, I'll do anything! Anything!”
Grant's head turns away from Frank's lips to look at Gerard. “Anything, you say.”
Gerard nods frantically. “I- I won't come, I promise. I will never come again. Just- just don't let him sleep with me, please.”
Grant's eyes flick over to Frank, whose eyes are full of tears, and they just can't keep up the act. “Frank, are you alright, darling?”
“Huh?”, Frank asks and looks at Grant, who throws him a concerned look over the rim of their sunglasses. “I'm fucking fantastic. Green all the way.”
“Okay”, Grant smiles a little and looks at Gerard, but looking at his throbbing cock and huge puppy eyes, they know he's okay. He's very okay. They stop smiling and press their hand to Gerard's bloody abdomen, making him moan a little. “What makes you think I will grant any wish of yours? You haven't followed a single order.”
Gerard shakes his head. “Please, I- I'll do whatever you want, I'll be a good boy. I promise!”
“Draag doesn't make promises. They do actions. Get on the floor.”
Gerard immediately gets up to kneel on the floor, hands resting on his thighs, back arched, facing up at Grant and Frank in front of him. He gulps at the sight of their hard cocks above his face and he can sense Grant's next order.
“Satisfy us, and you will be rewarded.” Grant rubs the small of Frank's back underneath his jacket, rough leather gloves smearing blood down and into the back of his underwear. Frank shivers and keeps his hands clenched to fists on either side of his body. “Fail, and you will regret it.”
Gerard knows he won't fail. Those guys just love his mouth. “Yes, Sir.”
Frank moans as Gerard wraps his hand around him and starts stroking him firmly, paying extra attention to his tip while he swallows Grant and tilts his head a little each time he goes down. Grant moans next to Frank and their middle finger presses to his hole, so Frank nods quickly to grant them access; the sticky leather feels a bit harsh inside of him at first, but as soon as Grant pushes against his prostate, he finds no reason to complain. He stares down at Gerard moving his tongue at Grant's underside, his left hand stroking their base while he sucks on their tip.
Grant moans enjoyably and fists their hand into Gerard's hair to force his face further down; the younger gulps a few times and then coughs, a large splatter of saliva and blood drenching their crotch. Grant sighs and pulls Gerard's head off, hears his longing moan as his eyes are fixed to their cock; they make him turn his head away and face Frank, so he obliges and moves his hand to stroke Grant while giving Frank the pleasure of his wet mouth. Frank trembles a little and clenches around Grant's finger inside of him, so they carefully add a second to make Frank squirm.
“P-Permission to touch Gerard, Sir”, Frank gasps and wastes no time fisting into the older's hair as soon as he’s allowed to. He starts fucking Gerard's throat and Gerard lets out a deep grunt, wants to choose the pace on this but Frank won't let him decide a single thing tonight. He fucks his husband's face and stares at the long strings of spit dripping to the floor, his swollen lips moving as Gerard sucks his cheeks in and then he quickly pulls out with a small whimper as he doesn't have permission to come. He can feel Grant's fingers pull out and they rub his asscheek, silently praising him for his discipline.
Gerard burps again and switches targets, gets back at Grant's cock while he strokes Frank. Both men are trembling and leaking precum and Gerard wants to hear some praise so badly, he twists his head around Grant's cock and rolls his eyes to look up at them only to realize they don't even watch him; they’re busy making out with Frank and fingering him. Gerard gets angry and all the more eager to become the favorite even after such a bad start, so he sucks Grant as hard as he can and starts deepthroating them even though he knows it'll ruin his voice.
Grant moans into Frank's mouth and moves their head to look down at Gerard with a grin. They keep pushing their fingers against Frank's prostate and even though their right hand is completely free, they don't give Gerard the pleasure of grabbing his hair. Gerard is visibly annoyed because his deepthroating usually works like a charm, but if he wants a mean Dictator, he will get one. They decide to take one of Frank's hands instead and moan, “Your wife is so cock-hungry.”
“That she is”, Frank gasps and pushes his cock more into Gerard's quick strokes. “She's just- fucking dreamy. N-Not as dreamy as you, of course, Sir.”
Grant grins at Frank's hurried compliment and pushes their fingers a little deeper, relishing in Frank’s happy moan. “Would you like to touch me?”
Gerard lets out a stuffed noise that clearly means he wants to be touching Grant first, so Frank of course doesn't hesitate to push his blood-smeared hand beneath Grant's jacket -under which they are shirtless, he delightfully notices- and touches their abs, working and flexing as they fuck Gerard's mouth. Frank had really, really missed this body; warm, athletic, hairy. Sticky with Gerard's saliva from deepthroating them so hard he keeps coughing and soaking them in more. Grant moans deeply against Frank's face and he moves to kiss them, slides his hand further down to fist into Gerard's hair and slam his face to Grant's crotch, very much to the delight of both of them.
“Oh, my G- Oh..”, Grant moans and finally turns their head to look at Gerard, furrowed brows, full cheeks as he keeps blowing raspberries at their cock, a thick vein pulsing at his sweaty forehead. His hand around Frank's cock is impressively fast and the other he holds up next to his head to show Grant just how good of a citizen he's being, not touching anything without permission. Grant throbs hard in his mouth and pulls out until just their tip rests in Gerard's mouth, orders Frank. “You too. Finish us both.”
Frank immediately shuffles closer and pushes his tip into Gerard's mouth as well, who doesn't hesitate swirling his tongue around them both and taking them in as deep as he can manage; which isn't a lot, but he takes care of the rest with his hands jerking them quickly and finally the two come.
Throbbing and trembling in Gerard’s mouth Frank and Grant release thick spurts of semen, which Gerard all too gladly swallows before he pulls off and strokes the both through it, relishing in the thick ropes of cum splattering across his face. He moans happily and sticks his tongue out to catch some more, then when they finally stop ejaculating all over him he keeps his hands loosely around them and kisses both of their tips, gets them between his lips at the same time.
Frank whimpers quietly and holds onto Grant like his life depends on it, Grant strokes Frank's waist with their arm wrapped around him while their other hand pats Gerard's head. Frank gets on his tiptoes and almost kisses Grant, but he remembers in the last second he didn't ask yet. “Permission to-”
Grant already kisses him and keeps their hand at Gerard's head, who obediently stays in his place but stares up at the two with huge dark eyes and a mouth sticky with cum, grey and black pubes stuck to his chin and cheeks. He's clearly longing for the warmth of a kiss as well; too bad. “Bed. On all fours.”
Gerard whines a little in frustration but gets up, drops his jacket and gets into position on the bed, arches his back so his head is nice and fuckable from the left side and his ass is on full display on the right hand side of the bed. Grant slaps his asscheek and then fists harshly into his fat, pulling them apart. Gerard trembles already and his cock throbs. “Sir..”
“We are far from being done with you”, Grant says, thumb circling Gerard's rim that is sticky with cum and blood. They lick their lips before they look up Gerard's body and at Frank, who is stroking himself in front of Gerard but looking at Grant with a pleading face. “Yes, Frank?”
“I want to see you, Dictator”, Frank says shyly. “Open your jacket, please…”
Grant doesn't hesitate undoing their buttons and Gerard shivers at the sound of their zipper; he wants to turn his head but Frank knows, he grabs Gerard's jaw and makes sure he keeps facing forward.
“This ain't for you to see, baby”, Frank murmurs, eyes glued to Grant’s hairy chest and the bloody handprint he had left on their abdomen. He feels his hole twitching and realizes he hasn't had any cock up there yet. “Sir?”
“Frank?”
“I.. I would like to carry a child as well. Please.”
“Do you now”, Grant asks with raised eyebrows and a grin. They stop poking their tip to Gerard's rim, which makes him whimper in disappointment. “Gerard, lay down. Frank, on top.”
Gerard gets excited for a second, thinking there will be a lot of Frank's creampies ahead when he bottoms for Grant; but Frank lays on his back, using Gerard only as a pillow for his and Grant's round. His stomach gets heavy. “D-Dictator..”
Grant rolls their eyes and stops stroking Frank's waist. “What.”
“I.. Nevermind”, Gerard murmurs, he knows no wish will be granted right now. He needs to endure this, and if he does an acceptable job staying still and being a good pillow, maybe he will get lucky. “I love you. Long live Draag.”
“Long live Draag, boy”, Grant agrees and then reaches over only to see they have used all the fake blood; two open bags lie scattered on the floor and whatever's left on Frank’s body is too dried up to act as lube. They let out an annoyed sigh and fetch themself a bottle of regular, scentless lube - they have to laugh a little at the Better Living Industries sticker covering the Durex logo. “Who am I now, your Dictator or Korse?”
Gerard giggles a little and almost turns his head; Frank saves him from punishment and puts his hand on his cheek, keeps his head pushed facing forward. He rubs his cheek against Frank's palm like a cat wanting pets and says, “Who knows, maybe you're both?”
“How exciting”, Grant says and walks back between Frank's and Gerard's legs, watches as Gerard's cock is bent back by the edge of the mattress, looking just a bit too uncomfortable to be pleasant. They rub Frank's inner thigh and pop open the lube before they lock eyes with him. “Think you can take me? We know how tight you are.”
Frank starts burning a bright red and his hole clenches at Grant's words. “It’s my duty to take you. I will.”
“Good answer”, Grant grins and strokes a good amount of lube onto themself before they push their thick tip to Frank's hole and listen to him gasp.
Frank moans excitedly and his hands fly up to claw into the next best thing his hands get ahold of; his left fists into the edge of the mattress and his right grabs tightly into Gerard's hair, making the older whine quietly. He gasps for air when Grant begins pushing inside, this incredibly thick pressure he hadn't felt for years making his knees weak. He had missed this so much, Grant gouging him wide open, Gerard shaking beneath Frank's back, he himself so hard his dick brushes against his navel; he closes his eyes and groans deeply when Grant's hips press flush into his own. “Oh, yes, Sir.. God, yes please..”
Grant rubs Frank's waist and pulls out a little to push back inside, Frank's loud moan making them throb. They start fucking him slowly and take his legs over their shoulders to kiss his knees, Frank's hands shaking in Gerard's hair, who's unusually quiet. Grant moves their hand to touch Gerard's hips and the younger flinches, lets out a hum and keeps on moaning quietly at Frank pulling his hair. Grant's eyes wander down Frank's chest, bouncing pecs smeared with blood and sweat, his wounds Gerard had given him standing out brightly red against his tattoos and the dry blood. They fuck Frank harder and the younger groans again, clenches unbelievably tightly around Grant and leans his head back against Gerard's shoulder.
Gerard shakes underneath his husband and moans with every thrust; Grant's balls slam against his asshole like a fucking wreckingball and they push down on him a little too hard, making his dick hurt against the edge of the bed but it's all so deliciously too much. Frank is too heavy, he himself is too sticky and too dizzy, the mattress he chews on is too soaked in saliva and his hands are sweaty in the heavy leather gloves but he wouldn't want to stop this for the world. Though he might just have to, because his cock is tingling and his stomach feels weak. “D-Dictator..”
Grant lets out an annoyed sigh at Gerard's voice but leans in closer to hear him out; they fold Frank's legs up against his chest and push down on both of them on purpose, making Gerard let out a noise at the way the air gets pushed out of his lungs. “Speak.”
“I'm- too close”, Gerard whispers and blushes deeply, embarrassed about being so turned on from this. “I can't- keep going..”
Grant rolls their eyes. “Frank, off of him. He can't even act as a simple pillow, unbelievable.”
“I- I'm sorry”, Gerard murmurs and knows his place, gets up to stand beside Grant's empty armchair with his hands behind his back.
“Sorry won't do your job for you”, Grant says coldly and climbs onto the hospital bed between Frank's legs, who immediately spreads them further and looks up at them with huge puppy eyes and a desperation on his face that makes Gerard's stomach flare up with jealousy. Grant leans in to kiss Frank's forehead and pushes back inside in one go, fucks Frank hard with an iron grip on his waist that makes him yell from the top of his lungs.
“Yes! Yes, Sir, oh my God I love you! I love you, Sir- Fuck, please give me your baby!”, Frank cries, hands cramping in the pillow beneath his head as he doesn't have permission to hold onto Grant; they lean in close to grunt into his ear and kiss his neck, making him shudder. “I'm so close, Sir, may I- may I come, please?”
“Come, Frank”, Grant allows, presses a wet kiss to his adam's apple and doesn't change a thing about their pace even through Frank's intense orgasm as he shakes underneath them and soaks himself in cum, creating a rather large wet puddle between the two of them. Grant stares down at the sticky white jiggling on top of Frank's stomach and they lean their head back to let themself come into him; they had planned on edging themself and fucking Frank for longer, but Gerard will get a whole lot more angry if Frank receives more creampies than him, which sounds way better than edging. Frank spasms beneath them and a thick tear rolls down his cheek as he all too gladly takes everything Grant gives and rolls his eyes back.
“Oh my God, Dictator, you're so amazing.. I love you so much”, Frank moans, happily kisses Grant and yells out in surprise when they start fucking him again; he's rock hard in no time and he feels Grant's cock swell inside of him and he's so turned on he feels dizzy, doesn't even think about checking on Gerard, not that Grant would let him. They cup his face and lean in more, practically fold him in half and fuck him so deep he can't even manage to breathe for a moment; he shudders and comes again and spurts hot semen into his own face, Grant watching him with a wide grin.
“That's a good boy, take it right up to your stomach”, Grant praises and covers Frank's face in little pecks, “Push for me.”
Frank immediately pushes at Grant's cock and relishes in their deep groan, stares down where their hips meet and his fucked out hole releases small, dirty noises as Grant keeps thrusting against his pushing, making the friction so deliciously much Frank sobs. “Yes, oh my God, yes, Sir- Faster, faster please-”
Frank screams in delight and Gerard can't help a frustrated little sob that goes completely unnoticed by the two men fucking each other senseless in the hospital bed that creaks loudly with every thrust. Grant switches up their rhythm, goes a bit harder, then gets gentle again, rams their whole might in for just two thrusts before they change to small grinding motions that make Frank go fucking insane. Gerard knows exactly how good both of them feel right now; Grant loves fucking the both of them like this, their huge cock rubbing every single millimeter inside of them exactly right. Frank only clenches and pushes harder and harder the more often he comes, added to the cum of previous rounds gushing from his sore hole. Gerard's cock throbs and twitches and his hands cramp behind his back, he wants to join so badly he considers safewording and stopping the game; but thank God he doesn't have to, because Grant groans with another orgasm and finally leans back to let Frank out of their cruel position and catch their breath.
Frank moans when Grant slips out and he immediately pushes a thick wave of cum out, followed by quiet smacking sounds of his hole clenching and unclenching, calming down from the stretch. He smiles drunkenly at Grant and Grant keeps their cold dictator face, but does stroke his thigh for a second before they turn to look at Gerard.
“You don't deserve any orgasms tonight”, they say and Gerard's shoulders drop, but not for long. “Lucky for you, I am in dire need of getting topped next. And we both know Frank is insufficient.”
Frank whines a little but can't even defend himself; last time they met and he had topped Grant, he had literally been unable to fuck them until they finish, having busted three times until he had been too exhausted and Gerard had to take over. “I will never live this down, will I?”
“Coming too early? You never had a reputation of lasting long”, Grant says and while they stay in their role, their eyes have an amused sparkle as they look at Frank over the rim of their sunglasses. Their eyes flick over his body that is drenched in four ejaculations they had forced out of him in their mating press and Frank turns an even darker red. They fucking love this man. “To bed. Both of you.”
Frank and Gerard immediately follow Grant across the room towards the king sized bed at the wall and the sight of the burgundy sheets alone makes the both of them dizzy. So, so many threesomes had happened here, one kinkier than the other, with a new one to follow. Frank's hand finds Gerard's for a moment and they cross fingers, squeeze each other while they watch Grant take off their trousers and lay down at the edge of the bed, long legs spread and folded to reveal a thick anal plug neither of the two had any clue about. Gerard's mouth drops open and Frank gasps.
“What the fuck?”
Grant raises an eyebrow, prepped on their lower arms as they look at their two inferiors. “D'you not like my surprise?”
“We love it”, Frank and Gerard answer in perfect sync, both pairs of eyes glued to the wet grey hair curling around the twitching hole. They get on their knees in sync as well and Gerard almost grabs Grant's thigh right away when Frank tightly squeezes his hand to stop him and remind him of the game.
Gerard's heart skips a beat and he throws Frank an eternally grateful look before he turns to look up at Grant. “Permission to touch you, Sir?”
“You are beyond lucky Frank is so attentive today, saving you from your disrespectful behavior”, Grant says but they really, really can't have Gerard just sitting there anymore, they need to feel him, and they need to feel him now. “All touching, kissing and furthermore are permitted until said otherwise.”
The couple's eyes sparkle and they talk all over each other.
“Thank you-”
“Thank you so much, Sir-”
“Thank you.”
“Thanks. Thank you.”
Grant holds back their grin with all their might and rests one knee each on the couple's shoulders, so the two finally go to town on them; Frank starts kissing their inner thigh while Gerard goes all in, kisses right between Grant's sack and where their hole clenches around the steel plug before he runs his tongue along their muscle and they moan deeply at the wet warmth. They can tell both Gerard and Frank want to fuck them as soon as possible, and they can tell the two think they need to do more work beforehand; they kiss and lick and carefully bite them just wonderfully, but both of them are shaking so hard between their legs they decide to show even more mercy on them.
“Inmates.”
Two flushed faces turn to stare at Grant with a burning desire. They spread their thighs a little further.
“Do it. Now.”
Frank sighs at the order and immediately grabs the base of Grant's plug, Gerard joins him in an instant and their fingers intertwine around the round shape; they share a quick look and then stare as they pull out Grant's plug together, gasping at the sight of a well-prepared, gaping hole. The plug falls to the floor and both of them dive their heads between Grant's legs to lick at their hole, their heads colliding with a surprisingly loud and painful sound but neither of them seem to care as they are busy shoving their tongues into Grant's hole.
Grant moans in delight and their thighs shake a little, Gerard's and Frank's tongues licking everywhere they could possibly reach, drenching their entire backside in saliva and what little rest of blood isn't too dry to smear yet. Grant leans their head back and works their hips more into the warm moans the two let out, they throb hard and finally gasp their next order.
“Fuck me, you two.”
Frank and Gerard get up and Grant makes sure to keep their legs prepped up, now resting their ankles at the couple's shoulders. The two hold their throbbing dicks and let their tips rest just against Grant’s hole, they shuffle around a little and figure out the best way to stand, then finally they both push in and make Grant groan in delight. They don't get to slide in very far due to the limited space, but they definitely enjoy fucking Grant in small, fast thrusts that make them moan just beautifully as their hand wraps around their cock. Gerard strokes Grant's right thigh while his eyes are glued to their long fingers playing with themself, wet sounds of them jerking themself off making his mouth water. Frank kisses Grant's calf and rubs his face against it, eyes their sweaty body up and down; they still wear their jacket and their hat and their boots and it looks so much sexier than if they were completely naked. His left arm wraps around the small of Gerard's back and Gerard reaches over to hold onto Frank's shoulder, shaking slightly with lust.
Grant stares at the two men fucking them and finally takes their sunglasses of. They have been annoying them from the start but they had kept them on for Gerard's sake, but now that their fake mustache has faded they decide it's time to lose the glasses as well. Frank's torso looks stunning; vibrant tattoos, fantastic breasts, hairy stomach jiggling a little when he speeds up his thrusts. Gerard is still in his suspenders with his panties tucked to the side of his cock so he can fuck them and the leather rubs over his nipples, making him whine quietly. Both of them are so close, they can feel it, and they are torn between wanting to come first or just letting the two flood their insides as much as they want; the decision is easy.
“C-Coming anywhere is permitted until said o-otherwise.”
Frank's and Gerard's faces light up and they waste no time fucking into Grant just how they need to, and just when Grant's knees start getting weak the two come inside of them, Frank pulling out to shoot all over their sweaty body while Gerard keeps ramming inside, takes his chance to push his whole length in and make Grant shudder with their own climax. He leans in to stare into Grant’s beautiful face and moans, “Permission to kiss you, Sir?”
Grant squeezes themself and leans their head away, denying Gerard's wish. “Not on the mouth.”
Gerard whines a little but doesn't hesitate pressing his lips to Grant's neck as he keeps fucking them all the way through their orgasm until they push at his shoulders so he gets up. He pulls out and Grant turns on their stomach to crawl to the head of the bed, bury their face into the pillows and push up on their knees.
“More.”
“Yes, Sir”, the couple answers and they climb on the bed behind Grant, Frank squatting above them while Gerard gets between their thighs. They rub their tips to Grant's twitching hole and Grant gasps a little; they don't have to say a single word because the two already push inside again, wasting no time on a slow pace. Frank's hands rest at Grant's shoulders and Gerard holds onto their waist as the two fuck them with alternating thrusts, making them squirm and jerk themself off faster.
“Yes, you two are doing so well”, Grant praises and moves their head so they can breathe. Frank's saliva drips onto their shoulders and his hands cramp at their body, he wants to come so fucking badly; Grant would be insane to make him wait. "So good for your Dictator, so- very good.. Come in me.”
They definitely don't have to say that twice. Frank comes practically on command, pulls out again to drench Grant's arched back in semen while Gerard pushes all the way inside again, balls throbbing against Grant's as he yells at his release. Grant shivers underneath the two and drenches the sheets in another huge cumshot, leaving them shaking so hard they break down and whine a little into their pillow.
Frank climbs off of Grant to lay next to them, Gerard crawls up to lay on their other side and Grant keeps grinding their overworked cock into the cum-soaked mattress. They let them have their moment until finally Grant has caught their breath and they can turn on their back to look between the two.
“You two did a very good job tonight. You shall receive an extra amount of pills tomorrow as your reward.”
“Thank you, Sir”, Gerard says and Frank nods along. “Thank you very much.”
Grant crosses their arms behind their head and sighs in satisfaction, eyes wandering over their three sweaty bodies smeared in cum and blood. “Is the game over? I'm very, very satisfied.”
Gerard checks with Frank and then he nods. “Game over. You guys, that was fucking amazing, but Grant I need you to fuck me normally now, please. I'm gonna fuckin- I need plain old missionary and you have to finally fuckin’ kiss me and turn me over and pull my hair and come on my back. Please.”
“Oh, you wanted more than just the game?”, Grant asks. “I'm all used up, darling, I do apologize.”
Gerard's face drops and he sits up. “You're kidding. You're kidding, right?!”
Grant laughs and reaches to push Gerard back into the pillows, gets on top of him. “Of course I am. I'd never rest before you're happy.”
“Oh thank fucking Christ”, Gerard sighs and his legs spread for them, hands running up and down their chest before he takes their hat off and tosses it away. He watches as Grant takes off their jacket and then reaches over to the nightstand to get another bottle of lube, then he looks at Frank sitting next to them. “Baby? Participate or watch?”
Frank leans back into the pillows and takes Gerard's hand that's not occupied with stroking lube onto Grant's cock. “I'll just watch, I'm so done for tonight.”
Gerard gives him a smile and raises his hand intertwined with Frank's, kisses the back of his husband's hand. “Enjoy then.”
Grant unclasps Gerard’s suspenders and lets him kick off his panties before they grab his waist to slide inside, Gerard letting out a beautiful strained moan. They lean in to wrap their arm around his lower back and hold him at an angle, then they start fucking into him and finally, finally kiss the younger like they had wanted to since picking the band up from the airport.
Gerard melts into their touch, wraps his legs around their waist and all too gladly accepts Grant's tongue inside his mouth, their hot moans against his lips as they fuck him so deep his stomach tingles. He moans in delight and his hand that's not holding Frank’s claws into Grant's shoulder, scratching them just right to make them shudder. Gerard grins into the kisses they share and then whimpers when Grant comes closer and their stomach rubs against his cock, he gasps a helpless “gonna come”, before it's already too late and he ejaculates hard between them, drenching their bodies in cum.
Grant groans deeply at Gerard's clenching, his balls throbbing at their groin as they keep themself pushed all the way inside, releasing a thick wave of sperm as well. The both of them curse and dig their fingernails into each other's flesh, kisses sloppy and wet as they ride out their orgasms together; Grant doesn't waste much time as they get back to let Gerard turn around, they grab his hips and fuck into him again without even being hard again yet.
Gerard yells happily and arches his back as hard as he can, lets go off Frank's hand so he can fist into the pillow and reach out again with his left. He feels Frank's warm fingers cross with his again and turns his head to look at his husband through a curtain of tears; Frank stares at him with huge dark eyes and a slack jaw, just how Gerard loves him. He smiles with his moans and keeps eye contact, holds Frank's hand a little tighter when Grant grows hard inside of him. “Fuck, baby, I fuckin- love you.”
“Which one of us?”, Grant teases and leans in, hands fisting into the headboard of the bed while they plant small kisses to Gerard's shoulder.
“B-Both of you, both of you-”, Gerard gasps and spreads his legs wider, whines happily at Grant’s rough thrusts and their balls slamming into his own. He pushes at their cock and Grant moans at the pressure, keeps fucking him and relishes in the dirty noises of a fucked out hole, wet skin slapping and the bed creaking loudly.
They stare at Gerard's jiggling asscheeks and just can't keep up, they come hard again and don't stop fucking into Gerard which the younger clearly absolutely loves, pushing and clenching in a rhythm that gets Grant hard again in no time. They wish they could do this forever, never stop fucking into this tight hole ever again, keep the couple in this basement and fuck the shit out of them every waking day they have left; Gerard shivers underneath them and gets up on his arms a little, Frank having changed his mind about watching.
Frank moves to sit right underneath Gerard's face, who picks up the task of stroking and kissing his husband's sore hard cock, making him groan. Frank looks up at Grant and their wet lips and stretches his neck a little to kiss them, moans against their lips as Gerard goes down on him and sucks him hard. He fists into his husband's hair and Gerard happily moans around him, Grant fucks into him so hard Frank jumps on the mattress a little and since they had been fucking for hours, it doesn't take much more for the three of them to come again. Gerard greedily gulps every last bit of Frank's cum, Grant pulls out to come all over Gerard's back as per request and Gerard spurts into the sheets with a loud moan. The three of them stay in their position for a moment, moaning and panting breathlessly before Grant falls over and takes Gerard with them to spoon him from behind. Gerard sighs and reaches out so Frank sandwiches him in the front, wraps his arms around Grant’s back and they both kiss Gerard's face.
“I love you, guys”, Gerard says, voice shaking. “I fucking love you.”
“We love you too, darling”, Grant smiles and kisses the top of his head, then stretches a little to be able to kiss Frank. “It's been way too long since we last did this.”
“Agreed”, Frank says, strokes Grant's waist. “You should come down to London with us, baby. Fuck, come to all of the rest.”
Grant thinks about it for a moment. “Two more weeks of great shows and endless sex? Who am I to disagree?”
Gerard giggles against Frank's chest and sighs happily. “So… Who's gonna fuck me in the shower?”