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Dick panted, body tense in the chair, naked with his legs spread and his wrists bound tight behind his back. A strip of cloth covered his eyes, damp from the sweat sliding down his temples.
Measured footsteps circled him—steady, deliberate. The air was thick with their scent, heavy and suffocating, filling his lungs until his chest shook with shallow, ragged pants.
“Baby, you’ve been wound so tight these past few days,” Wally whispered at his ear, voice low and certain, a purr that vibrated down his spine. Fingers pressed into his shoulders, kneading hard, forcing a whimper to break loose from his throat. “As your alphas, it’s our right to give you a proper break.”
Roy hummed rough agreement, his palm spreading over Dick’s knee, thumb stroking in slow, idle circles.
“To sleep more than two hours,” Roy added, his tone deceptively calm.
The weight of pheromones burned inside him—metallic, electric, theirs—seeping deep into his skin. His thighs trembled despite himself.
“Tell me, love,” Roy murmured, syrup-slow, his hand sliding lower, tracing down Dick’s shin, teasing over the arch of his foot. “Does this feel relaxing?”
Their touch was cruelly patient. Cold fingers skimmed fever-hot skin, and his legs jerked, instinctively trying to close.
“It does,” he forced out, teeth clenched, the sound broken.
Wally leaned close, breath hot and damp against his ear.
“Does it?”
The tone alone gutted him. Dick gasped, shuddering hard, the sound vibrating through his chest. Their scents clung thick to his skin, drowning him.
“God…” he whispered, tongue darting over dry lips.
Roy chuckled, curling his fingers tight around Dick’s toes until he flinched.
“Dick.”
His name burned. Sweat slid down his thighs; the blindfold stuck damp against his face. His breath broke into ragged gulps, high whines slipping out before he could choke them back.
Wally’s hands slid down from his collarbone, mapping the line of his chest until they found the scars that cut across his skin. His touch softened, almost reverent, fingers lingering as if each mark was proof of something holy. Dick held his breath, heart hammering, as Wally murmured into his ear.
“You’re the greatest beauty we could have ever dreamed of, darling.”
Roy’s hands crept higher up his thighs, deliberate and steady.
“The best choice any of us ever made,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Dick’s knee, soft and cruel in its gentleness.
The tenderness made his chest seize. For a moment he felt wrapped in worship—cherished, wanted beyond reason. His body trembled with it.
“Alphas…” His voice broke under the weight of their scent and their devotion.
The warmth unraveled him, only for Roy’s tone to snap the thread sharp, dragging him back down.
“What do you want?” Roy asked, slow and dark.
Want.
The question ripped through him. His body answered before his mind could. His hips jerked up, desperate, searching for friction that wasn’t there.
Wally’s palms swept across his chest, circling his nipples, tugging lightly before pulling away with deliberate cruelty. Roy’s hand skimmed the inside of his thigh, sliding higher, then stopping short—just shy of his sex.
The denial left him shaking. Wetness pooled hot and obscene between his legs, his body screaming for them.
“Both,” he whispered, broken, his voice trembling with the threat of tears under the blindfold.
Wally leaned in, lips brushing over his scent gland, voice playful and mocking at once.
“I can’t hear you, darling.”
Dick’s jaw locked. His chest heaved, lungs raw, vision blurred even under the cloth. He strained against the ropes like an animal in chains, trembling, desperate to give them what they demanded.
“I—”
The word stuck in his throat. Wally shoved his wrist against Dick’s mouth, raw scent bursting open, flooding his nose and throat. The impact hit like a drug. Dick inhaled sharp and loud, a violent shudder wracking through him as the fragrance smothered his brain. A desperate whine broke free before he could choke it back.
The heat inside him flared so hot it bordered on pain. If they didn’t touch him soon, he’d cry.
His mouth opened blindly, tongue dragging over Wally’s gland. Salt, sweat, the steady pulse—he licked greedy and wet, messy sounds filling the air, obscene and humiliating.
“Mm—ahh,” he moaned, almost sobbing at the taste.
Wally groaned deep, nails biting into Dick’s shoulder as if barely restraining the urge to rut into him then and there.
Between his legs, Roy shifted into place. Hot breath ghosted deliberate across swollen folds, close enough to scorch, not enough to touch.
Dick whimpered against Wally’s wrist, twisting toward the heat.
“Roy,” he pleaded, voice raw, cracked wide open.
Roy blew across him. The rush of air made his whole body snap taut. His bound arms strained against the ropes until the cords bit deep into his flesh.
“Yes, love?” Roy’s voice came smooth, rough, teasing.
The sound gutted him. Nails dug into his palms until sharp pain stabbed through haze.
“Roy…” His sob broke louder, thighs jerking wide, slick dripping down onto the chair.
The heat between his legs was torture—humid, unbearable. Every second they kept him waiting scraped another layer of sanity away.
Wally caught his hands before his nails could pierce skin, pinning them together easily. The restraint only twisted the helplessness deeper. His other hand skimmed across Dick’s chest, brushing over hardened nipples, never pressing enough to satisfy.
Roy’s fingers traced along the curve of his ass, brushing dangerously close, pulling back again. His breath burned against fevered skin.
“Please,” Dick begged, the word falling from his mouth broken, collapsing into a whimper.
Hands roamed him—slow, deliberate, obscene—branding heat into every inch of his skin. The room stank of them, pheromones coiling thick, drowning him.
Roy’s grin brushed against him before the whisper came.
“Please what?”
The words cracked him wide. His head fell back, trembling, throat raw.
“Touch me,” he moaned, voice wrecked. “Please… touch me.”
Roy didn’t wait. His tongue flicked across Dick’s clit, hot and relentless. Dick saw white. His back arched violently, a ragged scream tearing free just as Wally pinched both nipples at once.
Obscene, wet sounds drowned the room—Roy’s tongue dragging rough, sucking hard, slurping until Dick’s lungs ached for air. Pain sparked under Wally’s fingers before melting into molten heat, every nerve raw, every pulse on fire.
His hips bucked helplessly, chasing every flick of Roy’s tongue, every pinch of Wally’s fingers.
Then the heat boiled over. His scent spiked sharp and feral, choking the room.
Wally cursed low, fumbling with the knots until the ropes jerked loose, freeing Dick’s trembling arms. Roy sealed his mouth tight around Dick’s clit, sucking hard enough to tear a cry from him.
The orgasm ripped through him sudden and brutal. His body convulsed, thighs jerking, slick pouring down Roy’s face in messy waves. His chest heaved, breath broken, voice raw as his body clenched around nothing, left gaping and shaking.
Roy groaned into him, shoving two fingers inside without warning. Slick squelched loud and wet, dripping down onto the chair. Dick’s hips slammed down hard, grinding against the thrusting fingers with frantic need, desperate to be filled.
He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Grinding down again and again, saliva spilling past his lips, sobbing for more, a starving thing chasing another wave.
Above him, Wally moaned, Roy’s panting mixing with the obscene wet sounds between Dick’s legs. He heard them kiss—messy, hungry, their mouths crashing together, spitting into each other like they were starving. The noise tangled with the squelch of Roy’s fingers plunging in and out of him, obscene, unbearable.
Dick whimpered low, broken, blindfolded eyes darting uselessly. He wanted to see, to join.
Then Wally’s mouth crushed down onto his, tongue sliding deep. His own taste—slick and salt—smeared between them, spit thick and hot.
Before he could breathe, Roy stole the kiss, devouring him with sloppy licks, leaving his mouth wet and ruined. Their moans tangled with his, raw and animal.
“Dick,” Wally groaned, voice frayed, shaking.
Dick reached blindly, cradling Wally’s face with trembling hands. The blindfold drowned him in darkness, but he didn’t need sight—every touch cut sharper than vision ever could.
“Take me, alpha,” he purred, needy and breathless.
Both of them growled low, guttural, vibrating through his bones.
They moved like a unit, lifting him between them as if his body weighed nothing. Dick’s legs wrapped around Wally’s waist on instinct, his bound wrists sliding up around Wally’s neck, clinging hard. Trembling, open, begging.
Behind him, Roy pressed close, cock heavy, leaking against the curve of his ass.
Wally’s hands shook as he shoved his pants down, freeing himself, precum smearing hot against Dick’s skin.
The wait gutted him. Two cocks pressed at once, their tips slick, smearing obscene heat over swollen lips. His breath stuttered, body trembling, forcing himself to relax, to open.
Roy pushed first—just the tip—then pulled back. Wally followed, easing in shallow before withdrawing in turn. Inch by inch they alternated, working him open slow, torturous.
Each stretch burned, sharp pain cutting into raw need. Each shallow push scraped a gasp out of him, vision flashing white under the blindfold.
Too slow. Too careful. He wanted them brutal.
Tears leaked under the cloth, his throat giving broken, hungry sounds. His hips jerked desperately in their hold, trying to drag them deeper.
“Please,” he rasped, hoarse and shaking.
Roy’s hand slid up his back, curling around his throat, squeezing until his breath stuttered into silence.
“Relax, love,” Roy whispered steady and cruel at his ear. “We’ll open you… inch by inch.”
Dick choked, nails digging into Wally’s shoulders as both cocks pressed in together, rubbing obscenely against each other inside him. The sound was wet, filthy, each shallow thrust echoing in sticky slaps.
Roy’s grip on his throat dictated every movement. Each squeeze cut his air short; each slight release gave him a gasp just long enough to sob before it was stolen again. Saliva spilled past his lips, dripping down his chin as his body convulsed.
Then Roy slammed deep, crushing his throat tighter, silencing him completely. Wally shoved in alongside, both of them buried, brutal, splitting him open. The fullness was devastating. He drowned in it, body pinned and helpless, vision flashing white.
Their rhythm sharpened, hungrier, faster, the wet smack of bodies colliding filling the room. Slick poured down his thighs, coating them, splattering hot across their cocks with every thrust.
Tears burned under the blindfold. His throat ached under Roy’s hand, lungs screaming as Wally’s fingers dug possessively into his hips. Pressure twisted inside him, unbearable, his body stretched raw.
They fucked him harder—merciless, savage. His hole spasmed, clenching desperately, but there was no escape, no reprieve. He was theirs to use, open and shaking.
“This is what you begged for, darling,” Wally growled, voice sharp enough to slice through haze.
The words broke him. His mind unraveled, teetering between ecstasy and blackout. Just before the dark swallowed him, Roy loosened his grip, shifting it down to his waist, dragging him harder onto both cocks.
They lifted him between them, forcing him to ride suspended. His body slammed down on every thrust, sharp and wet, chest crushed against Roy’s, Wally rutting into him from the front.
They bottomed out together—two cocks buried to the root, stretching him mercilessly.
Dick screamed, voice torn raw, body locking around them. Lightning ripped through his nerves. The orgasm hit brutal and violent, a jagged cry tearing from his throat. His body convulsed, nails raking bloody lines into Roy’s skin as slick gushed down his thighs, choking the air with his scent.
He clenched hard, spasms milking them both.
Wally cursed, yanking free with a sharp thrust. His knot swelled as he spilled hot across Dick’s chest and stomach, cum streaking thick across sweat-soaked skin. Roy snarled low, ramming deep one last time as his knot locked inside, filling him to the brim.
The room reeked of sex—pheromones, sweat, cum—heavy and suffocating. Roy held him pinned upright, keeping his trembling body from collapsing, the ropes burned raw against his wrists.
Wally sagged back, panting hard, sweat dripping down his temples. His chest heaved, his cock still slick and swollen, knot straining against his hand as he forced it down.
Roy tugged the blindfold off, dragging it away with a rough snap. Dick blinked into the dim light, vision blurry, throat raw, body trembling around the knot still buried inside him.
“Shower?” Wally managed, voice hoarse, half a laugh breaking through the exhaustion.
Roy’s lips curved sharp, tugging Dick tighter against his chest.
“Will our greedy little omega pick a bath… or the bed to ride Wally’s knot?”
Dick let out a hoarse, broken laugh, his voice rasping but steady as his head fell back against Roy’s shoulder. His body still twitched with aftershocks, sweat slicking every inch of him.
“When yours goes down, Roy,” he murmured, voice torn and low, but thick with intent, “I’m catching Wally’s.”
It sounded like a promise, and a threat. Enough to make Wally grin, sharp and hungry.