Dяеам used to wear a plug around casually, even before he and his boyfriends got together. He just loves how it feels to be full and stimulated constantly, and, surprisingly, it helps him focus. And whenever he wants to get off, it is so easy to just start pumping the toy in and out or pulling it out and replacing it with his fingers. Sometimes he likes to edge himself all day with the toy. When d/nn get together, it's pretty obvious that Dяеам is always loose and ready whenever they fuck, never needing any prep. They don't realise that it's because he likes to wear a plug until one day he comes down the stairs in boxers and one of Sap's oversized hoodies, and the other two just can't resist getting their hands on him. Gеояgе presses him against the kitchen counter while Sap kisses down his neck. Once they get him whimpering, Gеояgе flips him over and shuffles his boxers down his hips, only to be faced with a pretty pink silicone plug. He smirks at him knowingly, realising that Dяеам isn’t wearing the plug for them but because he likes it. Dяеам blushes furiously as he’s pressed down against the countertop, feeling the cold air of the kitchen on his exposed skin.

“What's this?” Gеояgе teases, playing with the plug slightly, pressing it in, pulling a whimper from the man beneath him.

“N-nothing,” the blonde whines.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Gеояgе laughs, “Slut.” Dяеам shivers at the name, “Look Sap,” he addresses the other man, “Dяеамie here got all prepared just for us, doesn't he look good?”

Sариар groans low in his throat, "Yeah," he exhales, breathless, running his hand down Dяеамs back making him squirm, “fuck.”

Gеояgе grins, letting his hand travel up to where Dяеамs body meets the cold counter top. His palm circles around Dяеам's hip, eliciting another moan. "Come on, baby," he drawls squeezing the fat there.

With his other hand he presses the plug into him further, forcing him to feel every inch inside. It causes a mix of pleasure and pain that Dяеам knows well by now. He struggles to take deep breaths, eyes clenched shut, moaning low and soft, “s-shit.”

Dяеам can hear his own wet sounds as Gеояgе presses down, and he involuntarily lets out a low noise that causes his face to flame red. His thighs quiver as he tries to be good, stilling himself against the counter, as Gеояgе plays with the toy.

Sap bites softly onto his neck, sucking a mark that makes him shudder. "Do you want us to stop?" he whispers in his ear.

"Oh god," Dяеам moans, fingers digging into the cold surface in front of him, "N-no, please"

Gеояgе laughs, the sound cutting through his soft whine, "Good boy."

Dяеам makes no reply, squirming against their hands, trying to stay quiet. The slight stimulation of the plug pressing against his prostate causing all thoughts to leave his head. With a whimper, Dяеам rides out the sensation, rocking his hips and slamming the plug inside him. Pleasure radiates through him. Dяеам clenches his jaw and lets out an almost embarrassingly high noise.

Gеояgе kisses down his lower back as he stimulates him. Making him whine as he bites down on his love handles, surely leaving a hickey that will bruise into a pretty purple come morning.

He can feel Sариар next to him, fisting his hand roughly in his hair. He pushes Dяеам forward until his hips hit the counter harshly, causing him to be bent at an uncomfortable angle, ass up in the air. "Spread your legs apart for us, slut," Sариар orders.

Gеояgе giggles at the younger man's words and relocates his hands to Dяеам's thighs, gently nudging them further apart. This lowers Dяеам onto the counter a bit more, his whole torso splayed out against it. He shivers as the cold marble touches his stomach.

Gеояgе bends down beside him, leaning in close, before he pulls the plug out so its head is resting against Dяеам's hole. He whines rolling his shoulders up, trying to press back onto it, "Fuck me," Dяеам begs desperately.

When he doesn't get any response, he arches up, heels coming off the floor. Yet, Gеояgе doesn't press the plug back in, just rests it against his hole teasingly. Sариар grabs ahold of his wrists and presses them together tightly above his head, preventing him from pushing back. Dяеам whimpers, eyes squeezed shut, "Please."

Suddenly, he feels something hot and wet pressing against his hole right next to where the plug is resting. Dяеам's chest heaves, trying and failing to look back at Gеояgе who's bending down between his legs. With the tip of his tongue, he runs a line along Dяеам's rim, making him shudder again. Sариар's hands are still holding his arms together above his head. He shivers as Gеояgе pushes the plug back in and licks another stripe around it.

With a loud moan that Dяеам can almost feel vibrate through his body, Gеояgе presses his nose in deep against his skin. He sighs softly, grabbing ahold of Dяеам's thighs spreading his legs even further apart. Then he takes a hold of the plug with one hand and begins to tug it in and out alongside his tongue. Dяеам whimpers, rocking himself as much as he can against him. He can feel Gеояgе's mouth all around him. Can feel the drag of Gеояgе's tongue. It's almost too much. Dяеам lifts and presses his hips into the countertop, trying and failing to keep himself from hitting the counter edge with each forward motion, surely leaving bruises. Fuck, he needs more.

"M-more please," Dяеам whines, voice cracking, turning to watch Gеояgе bend his head further down and lick across his taint. Pushing into the toy inside him at the same time.

Sариар's fingers grip harder on his wrists, pinning them flat against the surface that he's pressed against, he leans down to his ear, "You really think you deserve more?"

"I-i," He replies shakily, trying to focus while Gеояgе is playing with his hole, "p-please," He grunts, pushing back into Gеояgе, letting him stretch him open more. His breath catches, and he leans forward, placing his forehead against the cold marble. The heat that has slowly been building up throughout his body is rushing to the forefront. A familiar lightheadedness clouding his mind, "M'close," he lets out weakly.

Gеояgе pulls his mouth away from his body, "Do you think you're stretched out enough to take both of us?" he asks, thrusting the toy hard inside him, "Is that what you want, baby?" he growls, and in response, Dяеам nods furiously, shaking under the plug, shaking under their touch.

"You're a lucky boy, aren't you?" Sариар taunts, and Dяеам chokes out a small sob.

He nods idly against the cold counter, gripping it tightly, sweat rolling down his body. He's more turned on than he has been in a long time. "Please," Dяеам whimpers again, arching his spine up.

"Okay, love," Gеояgе smiles darkly, removing the plug completely. Dяеам pants heavily trying not to whine at the loss.

Gеояgе rubs his thumb along Dяеам's swollen hole, tracing it with his fingertip, staring intently at the slick of old lubricant leaking from it, "So desperate, baby," he smirks, "so eager." Trying not to whimper, Dяеам keeps his legs parted as best he can.

"why don't we get you upstairs?" Sариар whispers, pulling him up, arms wrapped around the taller man's waist. Dяеам presses his head back against his shoulder, inhaling deeply, trying to catch his breath.

Gеояgе moves to his front as Sариар manoeuvres him away from the counter. The brunette trails his hand across Dяеам's stomach and chest, making his way up to his neck and forcing the other to look down at him.

"Are you going to be good?" Gеояgе asks, breath ghosting across his lips, "Because if you aren't, I'm gonna put that toy right back in and leave you tied to your desk chair." Gеояgе looks up at Dяеам and grins, dragging his fingertips lightly over his stomach, making him jump.

Dяеам is trembling, looking back down at Gеояgе, only held up by Sариарs strong arm around his middle. "m’good," he slurs, "I'll do anything," He shivers under his touch, giving into him. Wanting to please.

"Good boy." Gеояgе praises, placing a soft kiss against his cheek, his hand sliding up Dяеам's face to cup his jaw. Dяеам blinks rapidly, leaning into Gеояgе's touch.

His cheeks flush hot and his heart flutters at the warmth, closing his eyes when Gеояgе wraps his hand around the back of his neck and kisses him softly. "Upstairs." He orders before breaking away and turning to climb the steps.

Sариар releases him easily, watching the tall man sway on shaky legs. He chuckles softly, "Do you need me to carry you, baby?"

Dяеам grips the counter again as he tries to find his footing, "N-no, too heavy" He says quietly, ignoring how Sариар's hand comes to rest on his hip. His legs feeling like jelly.

"Do you want me to carry you?" Sариар repeats, squeezing him lightly.

Dяеам doesn't say anything, but when Sариар bends down to scoop him up, he leans up to wrap his arms around his shoulders, burrowing his face into his chest. Breathing him in deeply. He feels so warm and comforting, safe.

"Thank you." Dяеам whispers.

"Of course, baby." Sариар promises, and trudges up the stairs, pushing the door open by pressing his back against it. Gеояgе is waiting by the bed, his eyes soften as he sees Dяеам in Sариар's arms.

Sариар lays him down and almost immediately Gеояgе straddles him, "My turn," He breathes into Dяеам's ear, a hand coming up to trail over his chest.

Dяеам hitches a leg up to wrap around Gеояgе's hip as he presses into him. Taking hold of the small of his back to pull him closer. Gеояgе grinds into him and Dяеам moans low in his throat.

Gеояgе deepens the kiss, moving his mouth against Dяеам's. The younger man uses one hand to trail up the other's back. Gеояgе shivers, breathing in sharply. Letting his mouth part for Dяеам to continue kissing him. He bites his lip, laying the palm of his hand against Dяеам's stomach, rubbing it gently, trailing up to his chest.

Dяеам tilts his head to kiss Gеояgе harder, letting out a whine as Gеояgе slips his tongue in his mouth. Dяеам drops his head back, dropping his leg and letting Gеояgе roll them over so that he is lying on his chest. A moment later, Sариар crawls onto the bed behind them, his hand firmly on Dяеам's hips.

He straddles Gеояgе's calves and presses himself against Dяеам's back. His hard-on rubbing up against Dяеам's spine making him groan. Sариар breathes in deeply as Dяеам rubs against him, digging his nails into his hips. They grind against each other, until Gеояgе reaches up to grip Dяеам's shoulders and pulls him back down onto his chest.

The sensation makes Dяеам tremble, he feels so vulnerable like this, pressed between his boyfriends, being held down. But he doesn't pull away. Just lies there against Gеояgе, accepting whatever they might decide to do to him.

Dяеам shifts in anticipation as he hears the familiar click of the lube. Distracting himself by wrapping his arms around Gеояgе's body like a koala bear, loving the warmth that radiates off of him.

"Don't even need prep do you, baby," Sариар coos, a slick sound filling the room momentarily as he warms the lube up in his hands and rubs some of it down his length. Soon, Gеояgе makes a sharp noise in the back of his throat, and Dяеам can tell that Sариар is rubbing the lube on him as well.

Unable to see his motions, Dяеам gasps in surprise as he slathers the rest of it against his hole. He squirms slightly underneath him as his slightly sticky hand comes up to squeeze at his waist again. He hears Sариар set the bottle down on the nightstand beside them.

He shivers as he feels the head of Sариар's dick twisting and rubbing up and down between his cheeks. Sариар clearly teasing him.

"Fuck, p-please m’ready," Dяеам rasps.

Gеояgе looks up at him, eyebrow raised and amused. His finger coming to rest on Dяеам's lower lip, caressing it lightly, before kissing him gently, "You are always ready for us," Gеояgе murmurs.

When Sариар finally presses against Dяеам's opening, he curls back onto Gеояgе's body, breathing heavily through his nose. He grits his teeth and pushes back, moaning into Gеояgе's skin as he sinks into him slowly. A familiar burn jolting up his spine, he's much thicker than the toy.

He sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling, tightening his muscles, grinding back into him as Sариар waits for him to adjust.

A moment later, he starts thrusting slowly into him, Gеояgе slipping his hand between them to stroke him in tandem with Sариар's thrusts. Dяеам rocks against them, feeling trapped by their bodies, but in the best way. Content to let go and give into the sensations.

"G-god," Dяеам hisses as Sариар picks up speed. Dяеам clenching around him, letting out a loud whine. Spreading his knees wide as Sариар begins to really move, slowly at first then quickly, hard and fast. Biting down on his bottom lip as he grips his hips and pumps into him.

He leans his head forward against Gеояgе, breaths coming short as Sариар takes control. Pressing himself against his prostate over and over again. Fucking him relentlessly.

His moans get louder and higher pitched, he's getting close he can tell but he can't muster up the words to say it, his mind thoroughly fogged over. He can feel the pleasure building white hot in his stomach. He feel so needy despite getting exactly what he wants, he whines as Sариар continues to fuck into him, nearly pushing him over the edge.

And then suddenly, Sариар stops, stilling against him. A whimper escaping Dяеам's lips, his orgasm ruined, his whole body shivering as he clutches desperately to Gеояgе's body, willing himself not to cry as Gеояgе grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls his face down to meet his own. "Shhh," he whispers into his ear. His hands cradling Dяеам's head.

"We're not done yet." Sариар says softly, massaging his waist. Dяеам nods into Gеояgе's neck. He lets Gеояgе grip his sides and pull him up slightly, so his dick is pressing against his hole.

The brunette groans as Sариар grabs hold and presses their painfully hard dicks together, lining them up.

Dяеам trembles as he feels them against him. Imagining what it's going to be like to have both of them inside him at once. Both of them pounding into him simultaneously.

He presses against them, gasping as he can feel them sliding inside of him, It's more than he's ever taken at once before. His eyes flick shut as Gеояgе grabs hold of him again, rubbing his back as he tries to adjust to the feeling.

"You're doing so good," Sариар praises as they bottom out.
His muscles tighten around them, pulsing and shuddering, biting down hard on his lip. There's a dull pain throbbing at the bottom of his spine but Dяеам kind of likes it, it makes him feel thoroughly used and his limbs feel weak.
"Are you alright, Dяеамie?" Sариар asks quietly, peering over Dяеам's shoulder to look at Gеояgе, who is studying the blonde's face. Dяеам can hear the slight worry in his voice.
"Mmhm," Dяеам mumbles and nods slowly, "m’okay, just a lot," He replies, having to consciously force the words out, "k-keep going," He adds as his lower back arches involuntarily.
"Such a good boy for us," Gеояgе says approvingly, before gripping his thighs and fucking up into him slowly. Sариар follows in suit, pumping into him slowly and gently, waiting for Dяеамs' whimpers to turn into moans. They fuck into him slowly, Sариар holding him up while Gеояgе grips his thighs. Dяеам's eyes begin to droop and his breaths become laboured. He can barely hear the sounds of Gеояgе and Sариар grunting. Dяеам feels dizzy from the intensity. It feels like forever before he can force his brain to process anything. It's just so much. He's never felt so full.
"Good?" Sариар asks through the fog.
"Y-yeah feels good," He slurs out, leaning his forehead down onto Gеояgе's shoulder. He's practically vibrating from the pressure.
Gеояgе kisses the top of his head, and presses down a little more, just grazing his prostate, making him jolt a little and moan softly, "So pretty, baby," Gеояgе whispers in his ear.
"You're perfect," Sариар adds, rocking into him, "Feel so good, fuck-" The grip he has on his waist is nearly bruising as he pulls him back to meet their thrusts. Dяеам loves how he has little control in this situation, with both his boyfriends holding him and forcing him to take all of them. The feeling of being filled and stretched beyond belief. He wishes he could just stay like this. Fucked over and over again. It feels so right. With both of them fucking into him. It's almost more stimulation than he can handle.
They've built up a rhythm, with Sариар thrusting in just as Gеояgе pulls out and vice versa, making it so that there is almost constant stimulation to his prostate. And all he can do is take it, moaning and gasping as the other two plunge into him relentlessly.
He feels so good, the constant buildup of pleasure making him let out little sounds every second. Each new push makes him whimper, each drag making him moan as he starts coming undone.
The heat in his tummy is building again, fire swelling into his lower stomach. His brain threatens to melt into mush as he feels himself tighten, pulling a string of moans from them. "C-close," he can barely get the words out, "please," he adds, nearly sobbing as Gеояgе grips his hips tighter and they keep pounding into him.
"C'mon then, baby," Sариар groans, pulling him hard against him as Gеояgе continues to thrust up.
And that's all he needs before he gives another sob as his orgasm crashes over him, jerking uncontrollably under them, falling onto Gеояgеs chest as he whimpers into his shoulder.
It feels like minutes before the waves fade, leaving him limp and panting. Dяеам lays there with his cheek resting on Gеояgе's chest, the two men still thrusting into him. Dяеам bites down on Gеояgе's shoulder lightly and nods, panting out, the stimulation almost being too much.
He barely even notices when Sариар and Gеояgе come, too lost in his post orgasmic haze, though it's difficult to ignore the warm liquid coating his insides and the empty feeling of them pulling out. His entire body feels tired, achingly sore.
He can vaguely hear some talking in the background and the sound of Sариар picking something up from the bedside table, but he's too fucked out to really pay attention. It isn't until he feel's the familiar tip of a plug pressing against him that he comes back to reality.
He lets out a pathetic sound as Sариар presses the toy into him, effectively keeping both his and Gеояgе's come inside.

bratty dr34m is interesting cause to me hes the kind to just go all subby and pliant the second he gets his dick wet. But I can imagine him being whiny and desperate enough to brat. Like g could be teasing him and hes just so desperate that he begs and begs to be touched, and when g doesn't, he refuses to listen to his orders. Until g decides that that simply won't do, he flips him over and fucks into him hard, telling him that he needs to be good and that he needs to /listen/. Dr34m gasps and whines, and g holds him down and tells him to shut up. Of course, he just can't stop letting out loud sounds, so g calls him /bad/. And instead of taking it, he brats. He tells g3org3 to take it back, to call him good, or else he'll leave. And g can't have that, d's not the one who gets to make the decisions here, so he mussels him and fucks him harder. It's a good way to deal with a bratty sub.

Sex never felt right to dr34m, not that it wasn't good, but he just didn't understand what got everyone so excited about it. To him, it's fine- just fine. Not great or earth-shattering or anything. And he likes women, genuinely, he's never doubted his attraction to them. He thinks they're pretty, and he doesn't regret any of the times he's slept with one, but he just can't shake the feeling that he's missing out on something, that sex is supposed to be better. When he eventually recognises his attraction to men, it stirs up a hope in him. Perhaps thats what he's missing. When he brings a guy home from the bar, he thinks that maybe that will be it—his epiphany, his earth-shattering moment—but, really, it doesn't feel any different than sleeping with girls. If anything, it’s more draining. He’s so new to it and yet expected to take charge and control the situation, to top. There isn't even any discussion about it. He is big and broad and tall, so, obviously, he tops. After that lacklustre encounter, he goes back to girls; he's more used to it so he just accepts the mediocre one-night stands.

Until one night he's at another bar and the opportunity presents itself in the form of a guy inviting him back to his place. The man is about dr34m’s size, if not a little smaller, and dr34m can hardly contain the swirl of butterflies he feels when he boxes him in against the wall of the dingy bar. It feels good to be caged between his arms. For once, dr34m actually feels a rush of excitement travel down his spine. So, he giddily follows the stranger home. But, as things get heated, the other pushes a bottle of lube into his hands, and instantly his excitement drains. Of course, he’s a top. Just because this guy is more dominant, it doesn't change the fact that this is how people see him. This is his role. As he pushes in and the man beneath him writhes, he finds himself thinking, not for the first time, that he doesn't like this. In fact, he distinctly doesn't like this. He doesn't like taking charge; he doesn't like having to think about what happens next. He doesn't like having someone under him expecting so much of him. He doesn't like this; he doesn't like topping. His movements stutter as that thought infiltrates his brain. He doesn't like topping. It feels shameful to admit it, even if it's just to himself.

After that night, he doesn't really do much with this new information. But it's always there in the back of his mind. He thinks about it more than he would like to admit. Pondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end for once. To be treated like those girls he brings home. He thinks about it so much that he starts to crave it. When he jerks off, he imagines it, a large man hovering over him, making him feel small, and telling him how good he’s doing. That image is enough to get him off most nights; he barely even has to touch himself. But he still doesn't do anything about this desire. It would be ridiculous anyway, a man well over six feet tall with a broad and sturdy body like his looking for someone to fuck him into the mattress. It is never going to happen.

Eventually, he grows curious enough to explore himself a bit alone. He feels dirty doing it, even in the privacy of his own room, but it's the only thing he can think of to satisfy that craving. He feels exposed like this, laying on top of his bedsheets, on his back, legs spread wide, with one arm reaching down between them. The position makes him blush, and he tries not to think about the way it causes a wave of arousal to swirl in his tummy. The first finger feels weird, intrusive even, and it has dr34m questioning if this is really something that he wants after all. But he presses on through the discomfort, cringing at the stretch that a second finger brings. He lets himself adjust for a moment and then pumps them in and out slowly, acutely aware of the stinging starting to dissipate.

Soon enough, it starts to be replaced with a strange needy but pleasurable feeling. He surprises himself, letting out small sounds out of his own volition, the pleasure building a bit along with that needy feeling. It isn't enough. dr34m whines as he speeds up his hand and pushes in deeper. He feels good, so fucking good, but it’s like theres something just out of his reach. He shifts his hips up, changing his position a bit, and suddenly he feels a white-hot pleasure for just a moment. He gasps and desperately tries to replicate that motion. He moves his hips again and curls his fingers a bit, and just like that, he feels it and lets out an embarrassingly loud sound as his body vibrates. It's unlike anything he's felt, and if he wasn't so lost in trying to hit that spot over and over again, he would be mortified by the breathy moans and whimpers he's letting out.

He comes within a minute of finding that spot. He's sweaty, sticky, and hot, breathing heavily in his empty room. And he’s never felt more satisfied in his life.

He makes a Grindr profile soon after. And maybe it's a bad idea. Ok, it's definitely a bad idea. It’s stupid and irresponsible, but he’s horny, and he wants to get fucked. No, he needs it. Fingering himself only makes him realise how much he needs it. He mentions his preference in his bio and hopes that he gets a response. It doesn't take long before he has men messaging him, and he doesn't waste any time in picking one. He briefly considers if this would make him a slut, but he hardly has it in him to care. He arranges the hookup for later that day. He’s finally going to get fucked.