Seed of the Crime - Group RP - 18+

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean closed his eyes. It was not that he didn’t want to watch what was happening to Al; he didn’t want to see the expression on his lover’s face as someone else gave him what he apparently couldn’t. It was clear that Al was enjoying himself, the hungry kisses and the painful bites only served to fuel Jean’s own internal fire. As Al settled himself into the thief's thrusts, Jean moved his hands from Al’s arse, the fingers of one hand twisting through the hair at the back of Al’s head, the other wrapping firmly around his waist.

 

He suppressed a shudder as he felt the gloved hand encircle his cock, the grip pressing Al’s and his together, the glove providing enough grip to keep them that way but smooth enough to allow the thief's hand to glide along their combined girth.

 

It was the French that spilled from the thief’s lips that would prove to be his undoing. The thief chiding him for allowing Al’s needs to be so neglected ... a slow anger burned within him, alongside the lust; didn’t he have needs of his own too, wasn’t he just as neglected as his lover? The hand buried in Al’s hair tightened it’s grip as Jean fought down the bitter taste of jealousy, but unable to stop the shudder that went through his body.

 

He kept his eyes shut, allowing the feelings to wash over him, his lips brushing across the skin of Al’s cheek as Jean leaned forward to take the sensitive flesh of Al’s earlobe between his teeth, biting down gently, before sliding his tongue along the whorls of his inner ear, blowing his breath across the moistened skin. Al’s shuddering moans and whimpers tore through his heart, bittersweet in their effect on him, he could only imagine the ecstasy that his lover was surely feeling, his heart feeling heavy that he wasn’t the cause of those very cries.

 

He shuddered once more as an animalistic need rose within him; he wanted to feel what Al was feeling, he wanted to be able to make the same sounds he was hearing; the need to be reduced to a shivering wet mess was overpowering.

[ravenwyck]

Eric had never considered himself a cruel man, but as he watched the play of emotions across Jean’s face he couldn't ignore the feelings it invoked. Together with exquisite tightness wrapped around his cock and the erotic sounds assaulting his ears in the form of the man’s partner, Eric hovered at the edge of control. Pressed against Al’s back, he could feel the the movements of every well-toned muscle and he knew neither of them could hold out much longer. His mouth moved within an inch of Jean’s own, hovering near Al’s ear. Jean’s eyes were closed, but Eric watched every shift of his expression with a grin all the same as he spoke to Al; his breath dancing over the still moistened lobe in huskily spoken French.

 

“Is your lover always this impatient for his own pleasure? If he only knew how sweet it feels inside you… ” The words had been intended as a taunt, but their truth was evident in the effort it took to force them out.

 

Lifting himself away from Al's body, Eric shoved deeper into the tight hole. Losing himself in the sensation, he forgot about taunting Jean for his impatience and selfishness, but he also let the man’s cock slip from his gloved grip. The anticipation would be good for him, and the lack of stimulation would serve him right. With his fingers sliding with quick, firm pressure along the length of only Al’s cock, he fucked the beautiful detective with a near desperate need to push them both over the edge. He could feel Al’s ass contract around him as he bottomed out inside him with every thrust and he knew Al’s impending orgasm would be his own undoing as well.