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“How relaxed are you?”
Dylan couldn’t differentiate the stars he saw behind his eyes and the ones he saw above when he opened them. Sky asked the question, still positioned over his now-relieved dick. Whatever they’d given him to microdose on had made him light as a feather. He idly fingered at the sand underneath him. It felt fucking incredible.
Behind Sky, Pepe’s thrusts were slowing. Now, having a brief moment of post-nut clarity, Dylan felt like a voyeur. If they weren’t covered only by moonlight, the two would definitely see his pale face blushing.
“I’m…I feel amazing,” he panted. “Thank you.” He tried to avoid the way both Pepe and Sky were watching him, pinned under their gaze. He remembered the way Pepe had watched him looking at Sky; like he was beautiful like her. If he’d been that cherished by another man before, it was never acted on. This place, though; this feeling was different.
He just laid there exposed for another minute before Sky pushed herself up, back to Pepe’s front, and whispered something in his mouth. His eyes widened with excitement. Sky turned back to Dylan, “But are you relaxed?” The shit-eating smirk on her face teased him, and he nodded. “Can Pepe take care of you?” Even in the dark, she must have seen his eyes widen. She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him. “I can be right here the whole time.” She crawled over to lie next to him.
Now he found himself face to face with Pepe again, whom he’d also just made out with and let jerk him off. He understood what Sky had meant by ‘take care of’ and that was something he’d yet to experience.
“Only if you want to,” she kissed the shell of his ear. “He can be as gentle as you need, sweetheart.” The two lovers kissed again, and Dylan felt like an invasive species. He turned his head away until Sky was back beside him. Pepe searched his face for any indication to continue.
Dylan didn’t want his voice to fail him, so he surged up to kiss Pepe. The scratchy sensation of the older man’s beard was still so foreign to him, and it made his hair stand on end. It was exciting to be manhandled by someone stronger than him. As he let Pepe into his mouth, he felt his thighs being hoisted up around him. They pulled apart and Pepe looked at his mouth like he was hypnotized by it.
“Have you ever been taken like this,” Pepe asked, voice soft but intensely hungry. Dylan bit his lip and shook his head. “God, you look so good under me.” The two men kissed passionately as Pepe jerked Dylan back to hardness. When Sky could tell Pepe was going to start prepping him, she turned Dylan to face her and kissed him softly. Pepe groaned and held two fingers out to Sky, who turned a moment to make a show of sucking on them. Dylan already felt like he wanted to cum again just watching, but was also so nervous he wanted to vibrate out of his skin. Sky brought her head down to suckle his tip as Pepe eyed his exposed hole, then came back up to continue kissing.Pepe kneaded his cheeks apart, just taking in the way he was about to pluck his flower.
Dylan focused on the feeling of Sky’s lips holding his as Pepe rubbed at his rim.
He’d experimented with it himself a few times in the past, he imagined everyone tried it at least once. Nothing could prepare him for the rush of Pepe’s thick digit slipping in all at once. His back arched off of the ground, and he let out an embarrassing moan. Sky danced her fingers through his hair. Pepe’s finger stilled for him to adjust before he slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in. Dylan sounded embarrassingly like a girl. He threw his arm up to shield his face.
“That’s it,” Pepe cooed. His fingers were pumping easier and easier in the tight heat. “That’s it baby; let Sky take care of you.”
“Come here, baby,” Sky kissed the back of his hand and looked into his eyes. Pepe used it as an opportunity to add a second finger. “You’re doing so good. Don’t wanna wake anyone up.”
“Oh my god,” Dylan tasted blood on his lip, biting it hard to ground himself. “It feels so good. Wh-Why does it feel so good?” The other two looked at each other and laughed.
“You want something that feels even better,” Sky asked, brown eyes glistening in the moonlight. Dylan nodded and let her back into his mouth. He knew what came next. The hand that was just inside of him moved to squeeze at his hip. Pepe hooked both arms under his legs and slid him closer. He felt like a hay bale being tossed and the thought makes him smile to himself. He’s more flexible than he would have guessed of himself, one leg easily propped up on Pepe’s shoulder.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” Pepe tucked Dylan’s hair behind his ear and lined up with his hole. Dylan felt when the wind brushed him, how exposed he was with his most intimate part in the air. “It might hurt a little at first.”
The stretch had Dylan clawing at Pepe’s shoulders, whining and trying to pull him even closer. “Fuck!”
“Shhh,” Pepe kissed at the leg over his shoulder. He peppered the soft white skin, his beard making Dylan squirm. His hole pulsed around his cock, trying to pull him further inside. Pepe kissed at his foot while Sky swallowed his moans. “Good boy.”
“You’re taking it so good,” Sky nuzzled into Dylan’s neck. “You want more?” His pitiful whine had Pepe hoisting him fully off the ground and into his lap. Sky rested up on her elbow to watch. “Fucking sexy.”
“You are such a good boy,” Pepe groaned. His hands cupped at Dylan’s ass as he handled him up and down. Dylan shyly buried his face in Pepe’s neck, moaning like he was being punched. “Maybe you’re a good girl too, hmm?” Dylan squeaked at that. “Yeah? Are you such a good girl for me?” Pepe sped up; he wanted to go even harder, bury his teeth into the blonde until he squealed. Dylan was holding on for dear life. Pepe felt his sweat under his hands. He gripped Dylan’s ass and pulled the two of them flush together. He had to admit, his girl had taste. If he shared Sky, he at least wanted a taste of him as well.
Dylan couldn’t even form words, babbling nonsense when Pepe pulled out and came on his chest. The orgasm was stronger than he’d intended, a little shooting into Dylan’s face. He didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t seem like he was in his body for a minute after. Pepe watched Skyler caressing Dylan’s face and whispering encouragement to him. The blonde was thoroughly fucked out, beautiful under the moonlight. It was a shame he was so jealous of the way Sky had taken to him. He loved being open and sharing their love like this, but it was their love. Together.
The three of them came down off the cloud, the mushrooms wearing off as if on cue. Pepe rolled off of Dylan and pulled his own clothes on. Dylan yawned and nuzzled closer to Sky.
“Let’s go back to the house. You can sleep over tonight,” Pepe leaned down and Dylan poised, ready to be kissed again. Instead, Pepe pulled Sky close and kissed her in a way only they did. Dylan gathered his own clothes awkwardly and rode to the house in the back of the truck.
All three of them stumbled inside and fell in bed together. Pepe laid in between them, still lax enough to alternate lazily kissing one and the other. Dylan nuzzled against his chest, loving the feeling of being held.
Morning came, and Dylan’s first thought was of Pepe’s cologne. He followed the scent and rolled over to wrap his arms around the person who had been inside him the night before. He sighed into the thick skin. A moment later, he felt his arm being pushed back over to his side of the bed. Rejected. Pepe pulled closer to Sky and Dylan turned away; trying not to think too hard.
He blinked back tears and got up to take a walk.