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Lance gagged, his eyes closed tight as Keith’s balls slapped against his nose. His head hung off the side of the bed and saliva and precum escaped his stretched lips; dribbling down his forehead and into his hair. He gurgled helplessly.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Keith panted. He leaned forward, his cock pressing even further into Lance’s throat, and pulled at Lance’s nipples.
Lance’s hands clenched uselessly into fists where they were tightly tied against the small of his back. His body jolted forward from the force of Hunk’s brutal thrusts into his ass, and if possible, he was speared even further onto Keith. His guttural sounds were obscene as he moaned, his throat constricting.
“Such a good boy.” Hunk praised, training a hand down Lance’s chest to his dick, curved and dripping against his stomach. He stroked him slowly, twisting his fingers delicately on the head. Lance’s legs twitched futilely in their bonds, his legs bent and spread where his ankles having been tied to his arms behind his back.
Hunk abandoned Lance’s cock, to his dismay, and his hands found his hips in a punishing grasp, using the leverage to fuck Lance deeply.
“Oh shit.” Keith moaned. “Do that again, he fucking squealed around my cock.”
Hunk obliged, fucking Lance for all he was worth. Lance’s eyes rolled back into his head and he came, his body spasming between the two of them.
“Unf!” Hunk moaned. “He gets so tight when he comes.” His thrusts quickened and grew erratic before he came, pulling Lance as far onto his dick as he could, his cum shooting inside him.
He held still for a few moments and then pulled out with a sign, reaching for one of the water pouches they had left to the side.
Keith reached one hand out to Lance’s throat, squeezing his neck ever so slightly.
“I can feel my cock moving inside of you.” He breathed. Lance gagged and choked on his dick, fluid running down his face.
“I’m gonna cum.” Keith said. “You better swallow it all.”
He held Lance’s jaw and fucked forward, his cock all the way inside to the root, his balls pressing against Lance’s closed eyes. He came with a groan and thrust weakly a few times before pulling out and giving Lance a chance to breath. He collapsed to the bed beside him with a sign.
Lance coughed weakly, cum flowing over his still closed eyes and into his hair. Keith glanced at him.
“Ha, sorry babe.” He said. He grabbed a handful of the bed sheet and wiped the majority of the cum out of Lance’s eyes.
Lance cracked open his eyes and gave him a brief weary smile. His tongue lolled out as he panted, head still hanging off the side of the bed.
He wriggled backwards as best he could, so his head was on the bed, and closed his eyes against the sudden head rush. He coughed and swallowed roughly once and opened his eyes blearily.
"Okay." He croaked, his voice an absolute wreck. "Nobody panic- but I may or may not be able to feel my hands right now."
No one moved for the space of a breath and Lance began to wiggle anxiously side to side, grimacing at the feel of cum dripping out of his ass.
"Um, little help?" He asked.
"Shit-!"
"Fucking-!"
Keith leapt off the bed all together in his panic as Hunk crawled closer from the head of the bed. Two sets of hands were on Lance’s shoulders and thighs for only a second before he was unceremoniously flipped over face first. His nose was ground into the fabric and he squawked indignantly.
"Watch it! I'm not a fucking pancake!" He snapped as he turned his head to the side to breath. He could just barely feel Hunk's fingers tugging on the binds that tightly secured his hands to the small of his back.
"Oh, fuck." Keith breathed. From the corner of his eye, Lance saw his Keith’s hands fly to his hair.
"What? How bad is it?" Lance asked, his own panic rising in his throat.
"Um, well..." Hunk said hesitantly. "It looks pretty bad. Your hands are, uh..."
"They're fucking purple!" Keith shouted.
"What?!" Lance screeched. He pulled away from Hunk's hands as he threw himself to the side, trying to pull himself out of the bindings. He only succeeding in making the ropes constrict him further and he whined anxiously.
"Let me go!" He cried, panicked tears gathering in his eyes.
"Hey, hey, it’s okay. We got you." Hunk shushed him, a hand reaching out to pet Lance's frankly disgusting hair back from his forehead. "But you gotta stay still, okay?"
"Yeah." Keith added, stepping back in close to lay a reassuring hand on Lance's back. "We'll get you out."
"Don't worry," Hunk added. "If we have to cut off your hands I'm sure the healing pods can put them back on."
Lance sniffed pathetically.
"So not funny, dude. I'm not really in the mood for jokes." He groused, letting them turn him back on his stomach to continue allowing Hunk to work.
"Uh, yeah. Joking. I was totally doing that." Hunk laughed nervously as he resumed picking at the rope.
Lance held himself as still as he was able and tried to calm down. He buried his face into the blanket and breathed deep, the smell of their recent sex calming him as gross as that thought was.
Hunk's hands left him and he cleared his throat. Lance tugged at the bonds to see if he had been freed.
"Um, so... small problem." Hunk said.
"Oh, God. What now?" Lance asked, muffled by the comforter.
"I can't actually get the ropes to come undone cause Lance got them all tangled up-"
"Don't you blame this on me!" Lance said.
"I'm not!" Hunk said hastily, "I'm just saying we need to cut them and-" Hunk cut himself off as the sound of a bayard manifesting hit his ears. He jerked his head to the side and saw Keith closing in on the pair on the bed.
He had a determined look in his eyes as he stood naked as the day he'd been born, soft dick hanging between his legs, and his sword in his hand.
"Move back." He said as he took a confident step forward. "I got this."
Lance turned his face to look at Keith, his eyes widening as he took him in.
"DON'T you fucking dare!" Lance screeched, throwing himself to the side. He struggled to sit up in vain, looking rather turtle like as he did so, wriggling side to side. Hunk would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so fucked up.
"What? It'll be fine." Keith assured. He stepped closer, raising his sword higher.
"Keith, I swear to God, if you get one more fucking step closer to me I will bite your dick off!" He vowed.
Keith paused, narrowing his eyes at Lance, considering his threat.
"You wouldn’t. You like it too much." He said and took another step closer.
Lance growled and snapped his teeth together audibly.
"Fucking try me, bitch." He threatened. "Your cock ain't that great, I can find another."
"Oh, God. Keith, fucking stop it. He'll really do it!" Hunk cried, panicking as he looked between the two.
Keith and Lance stared each other down, Hunk looking on anxiously.
Finally, Keith relented and lowered his bayard, dismissing it in a flash of light. He crossed his arms sullenly and looked away.
"Well then, what are we gonna do?" He asked.
"Like I was trying to say," Hunk said, climbing off the bed and opening the one of the drawers in the nearby cabinet. He turned around and triumphantly held aloft a pair of scissors.
"I came with a backup plan."
"Oh, thank Christ. Hunk, you're the best." Lance said, visibly sagging in relief into the bed.
"Sure, that s fine if you want to be boring." Keith scoffed. Hunk merely rolled his eyes in response and climbed back on the bed. He rolled Lance back onto his belly and got to work, first cutting the tie securing the roped between his arms and his ankles.
Lance let of a low moan and slowly stretched his legs out straight.
"Thank you. That was really starting to hurt." He confessed.
Hunk smiled and kissed his forehead. He continued cutting, carefully inching the blade between the rope and Lance's skin.
Keith rejoined them on the bed, his hands running down Lance's legs to the mess of rope still around his ankles. He took a moment to glance appreciatively at Lance’s gaping asshole before starting in on the knots there and beginning to unwind them.
"Are you okay?" He asked, stroking Lance's thigh.
"More or less."
Keith hummed in reply and focused on unwinding the ropes. He threw the ropes off the bed once done, and bent down to place a kiss on the indents left behind on Lance's ankles.
"I was really hoping we wouldn't have to bust out the scissors but I suppose that was asking too much." Hunk said.
"Why did you tell us sooner? I asked if you were alright there in the thick of it and you said you were fine."
"I was! Or- I thought I was. I was a bit busy, okay?!" Lance argued. "I was a little preoccupied with what was going in other places to be super worried about my hands."
"Yeah, well look where that got us. We need to work on better communication." Hunk said.
Lance buried his face into the covers once again.
Hunk unwound the rope where he could, cutting through it if he could not. He worked as quickly and gently has he could, tossing removed bits of rope from the bed.
As he worked he noticed Lance's shoulders hitch higher and felt Lance's back going tense.
He paused.
"You okay?" He asked. Lance didn't reply.
"Lance?"
Lance shook his head.
"You gotta talk to me, buddy." Hunk needled, leaning down to try and get a better look at Lance's face. "What's wrong?"
"It just, uh... really h-hurts." Came the blue paladin's muffled reply. Hunk and Keith shared a concerned look over his head.
"What do you mean?" Keith asked.
Lance turned his face to the side at last and Keith frowned at the shining tears clinging to his lashes.
"It didn't hurt before." Lance said, his voice tight. "But now the feeling is coming back and it... t-tingles and it hurts really, really bad." He sucked in a breath and held it for a moment.
"Shit." Keith mumbled. "I'm sorry."
"S ‘not your fault." Lance said. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Just- ah! Fuck. Please hurry."
Hunk gave up on trying to unwind the rope at all. He tried to refrain from touching Lance's purple hands if at all possible and sawed through the ropes as fast as he could. Keith watched for a few seconds with anxious eyes before getting up.
"I'm gonna go fill the bath." He said.
"See if you can heat up some towels." Hunk added. "It'll help with blood flow.”
"Got it."
Hunk sighed as he breezed out of the room.
"Well. I think it’s safe to say we're not going to be trying this again." He said.
"Man, this sucks." Lance said. "I really liked it earlier. It was nice to feel held down like that."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I felt helpless. But in a good way. You guys could just move me wherever you wanted and I couldn't do anything. It was really hot." He confessed.
"Well… Maybe we can try again sometime?" Hunk suggested with a smile. "I mean, there has to be a better way to do this. People did this all the time on earth, ropes are barely out of the range of vanilla sex."
Lance snorted. He could feel, as much as it hurt to now, that the ropes were coming undone. His arms were sagging to the sides as they came free.
"Do you think we can find a "Bondage for Dummies book at the space mall? He asked. Hunk laughed.
"Who knows? They did have a fucking machine."
"True."
The sound of Keith's bare feet stepping into the room came at the same time as the last rope was cut. Hunk held Lance's arms so they didn't fall to the side with gravity, and he slowly inched them down to the bed.
Lance whined through his clenched teeth, his arms limp in Hunk's grasp as they were moved.
"Fuuuuck." He rasped.
"I got the towels." Keith said and placed them beside Hunk on the bed. Hunk nodded.
"Okay. Grab one and wrap it around his left arm. I'll do the right." He said.
Keith took one of Lance's arms from Hunk’s grasp and wrapped the dry hot towel around it snugly. He watched as Hunk did the same to the opposite arm before they lowered the swaddled arms in tandem fully to the bed.
"O-oh fuck me." Lance groaned through clenched teeth.
"That’s what got us into this mess in the first place." Keith said, laughing.
Lance scowled.
"You can't tell cause of the towels, but I want you to know I'm flipping you off right now."
"Alright, alright." Hunk said, a smile on his lips. "Keith, help me flip him over."
"What? No, no flipping. I'm fine here for the rest of forever." Lance argued.
"You're gonna hurt your neck if you lay with it twisted to the side like that." Hunk said.
"That’s fine. It'll match the rest of me." He said.
"Come on you big baby. Let’s just get it over with." Keith said, digging his hands under Lance's hips.
"But whyyyyyyy?"
"Because the sooner we move you, the sooner we can clean the cum off of you, and the sooner we can get in the bath." Hunk said.
"... Fine. But only because I'm tired of having semen and drool in my hair!" Lance said, giving into the inevitable.
"Of course, buddy." Hunk said, catching Keith's attention and rolling his eyes.
Keith snickered.
Hunk followed Keith's lead, digging his hands under Lance to grip his shoulders. They pulled Lance's limp body towards themselves, rolling him over onto his back with a whine of protest.
"O-okay." Lance said, sounding winded. "Let’s not do that ever again."
"Baby."
"Eat my ass, Keith."
"Gladly." Keith purrs back. "But are you really ready to go again so soon?"
"Children, please. Give it a break." Hunk said. Keith swooped down and stole a quick kiss, pulling away before Lance had a chance to reciprocate.
"Wait, no. Come back here." Lance called. Keith ignored him and walked back into the adjoining bathroom, swaying his hips tauntingly.
"Come finish what you started, you coward!" Lance cried. He tried to heave himself into a sitting position, but he wasn’t able.
"Hunk. Help." He whined.
Hunk smiled indulgently and carefully maneuvered the both of them until Lance was now more upright, leaning against Hunk.
"You did good, you know." He said, one hand coming up to brush Lance's cheek tenderly.
"Hmm?"
"You did such a good job tonight. I'm so proud of you." Hunk's words were low, spoken almost in a whisper against Lance's neck. Lance could swear he felt his cheeks getting red.
"I- uh. Thanks." He stuttered. "I mean, it’s not like it was hard or anything."
"Bullshit." Keith said, striding back into the room. He clambered back on the bed and reached out to Lance with a wet washcloth. He rubbed it gently over Lance's face. Lance closed his eyes against the hot wet fabric, leaning into the sensation. The cloth moved to his hair, gently scrubbing back and forth to try and remove the left behind evidence of the messy blowjob.
"What's bullshit?" He asked, eyes still closed as he leaned back against Hunk’s strong chest. The cloth traveled lower, over his stomach and down to his limp penis. He felt hands spreading his legs and the sensation of the now warm cloth dipping between his cheeks oh so gently to clean him.
"What you did was hard." Keith said. "Don't try to downplay it."
"Not really. All I had to do was lie there, you guys did all the work." Lance persisted.
"Hush." Keith said. He took one of Lance's arms and unwound the towel, setting the limb in his lap. He began to massage the sore skin slowly and carefully, kissing the warmed skin.
"You did such a good job." Keith whispered reverently. "It can't be easy to take me and Hunk at the same time, but you do it so well."
"Such a good boy." Hunk murmured, nuzzling his face into Lance's.
"Alright. I get it. That’s enough." Lance said, turning his face away from Hunk's ministrations.
"We're so proud of you." Keith said, catching Hunk's eye, his lips upturning into a shit eating grin.
"You're the best. You're so amazing. We couldn't ask for anyone better." He said, catching Keith's drift.
"Okay. And we're done with this." Lance said. He tried to move away from the two but Hunk's arms pulled him back effortlessly.
Keith ignored his lame attempts at failing away and unwrapped the towel from his other arm. He gave it the same treatment, rubbing it slowly and trailing kisses up its length.
"Who are you, Gomez Addams?" Lance groused, wishing he had the strength to take his arm back. "Let me go, guys."
"No. Not until we tell you how much we love you." Hunk said.
"And tell you what a good boy you are." Keith said.
"And tell you how fucking sexy you looked spread open on me and Keith." Hunk added.
"Oh my God- shut up!" Lance said shrilly, his face flaming hot.
"Never." Keith said, leaning in and kissing Lance on his forehead.
"It's enough."
"But you're so cute when you're embarrassed." Hunk said, punctuating his words with a messy open mouth kiss to Lance's cheek.
"Grossss." Lance moans. "You're slobbering all over me."
"You didn't seem to mind earlier." Keith says.
"Yeah, well that was earlier. Now I'm filthy and I want a bath."
"Think you can make it to the tub?" Hunk asked.
Lance frowned. His arms and legs twitched weakly as he tried to move them. He huffed, leaning on Hunk and craning his head back to look at him with a pout.
"Carry me?" He pleaded. Hunk snorted.
"Always."