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Roope stares at the text from Joe for what seems like the tenth time.
8p! Don’t be late. Make sure you’re nice and clean.
He scowls down at the words. As if he would ever not be clean - hell, with double penetration as a possibility, he’s even given himself an enema. It’s the first part that he keeps staring at, mulling over in his mind. Does he want to be late? It’s on brand for him, after all, and his bratty soul sings at the idea of two Doms waiting on him, getting more and more frustrated. But he remembers Joe’s words, predictable, and -
“Ugh,” he groans to his empty hotel room. He can’t be that predictable, can he? It’s antithesis to his very identity. Maybe he should shock them both and be a good boy tonight. After all, he’s getting exactly what he wants, right?
“Ah,” he says, suddenly confident in his plan. He’ll be good…so long as he gets exactly what he wants. The moment it starts going off the rails, if for the barest second he doesn’t feel like he is the center of attention and the entire world for Pavs and Robo, shit is going to go down. They’ll have only themselves to blame, if it happens.
He opts to show up on time, clicking his key card against the door at precisely 7:59p. “I’m here. Early!” Roope crows as he slides into the room. Joe is already there, laying out his scene bag, and he’s got a gag in his hand as he turns to smile at Roope. Roope waves at the toy. “Oh, you won’t need that.”
“Decided to be good, have you?”
“Well that’s up to you and Robo,” Roope says, offering a smug smile. “You treat me how I deserve to be treated, and I will be very good for you. Where is Robo, anyway?”
“I told him 8:30,” Joe says, turning back to his bag and pulling out another gag, this one bigger than the first. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t late. And I wanted to sit down with you and discuss how you see tonight going.” Roope frowns, but before he can say anything, Joe continues on. “I know you like things to play out…organically. You’re not a planner. But hey, if you want to be treated, ahem, how you deserve, then I want to hear your expectations around that.”
“You should know how I deserve to be treated,” Roope snorts, but Joe turns and gives him a look. It’s the kind of look that sends a shiver down his spine, a smolder into his belly, and a very large reminder of the cuff encircling his wrist. “Okay, okay. I want you both to fuck me at the same time. I want to come. Everything else, I don’t know. But those two things, that’s what I want. It’s my reward and I want them.”
“You’ll get those. How fast you come depends on you, and how good you feel like being tonight.” Joe empties out his scene bag, grabs a kneeling pillow and plops into a nearby chair, setting the pillow between his legs. “Why don’t you come here and kneel for me while we wait for Robo? It will get us both in the mindset for the upcoming scene.”
Roope doesn’t feel like he needs to kneel right now, but maybe Joe needs it, and he’s willing to oblige. “Okay,” he says. “Should I, uh - you want me naked?”
“No,” Joe says with a soft smile. “I want to watch Robo rip your clothes off.”
That sends another hot shiver through him, and he takes a few steps, lets himself gently collapse onto the pillow. “Okay,” he says again, bowing his head to pillow it on Joe’s ample thigh. He concentrates on his breathing, deep in through his nose, slow and steady out through his mouth.
Joe sets a hand on the top of his head, burying his fingers in Roope’s hair. “That’s good,” he murmurs softly, and Roope keeps breathing until his thoughts float away to a pleasant blankness, his world narrowed to Joe’s grounding hand on his head and the warm skin under his cheek. He could stay here forever, he thinks; the world is sweet and uncomplicated like this, and he feels safe and loved.
There’s other noises happening in the room now, but they seem very far away, and he ignores them until Joe gently tugs on his hair. “You with me, Roope?” he asks, and Roope groans and grabs ahold of his ankle, like he can physically cling to these sensations. He doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t want to get up, there’s something that is going to happen soon but he can’t grasp what it is, it doesn’t seem important anymore.
“He so good for you,” comes a voice, tinged with awe, and that wakes Roope up further, blinking slowly out of subspace. That voice - what -
“Sometimes,” Joe chuckles, cupping Roope’s face and smiling fondly down at him. “He’ll be back awake and spicy soon enough though, just watch.”
“M’awake,” Roope mumbles, squinting sleepily. “I’m good, I’m good.”
Joe hums, smoothing Roope’s hair away from his face. “Uh huh. We’ll give you a minute, it’s okay.”
The minute ends up being sorely needed. Roope can now recognize that it’s Robo in the room with them as he chats with Joe, but their conversation flows by too quickly for him to understand it. He takes another minute to sit in a stupor by Joe’s feet, shaking off the last tendrils of subspace until his head is clear. He starts to lift up, but Joe keeps him on the floor with a hand on his shoulder, and he balks. “Let me up.”
“In a minute. Robo and I are discussing the scene. You can stay there and keep being good.”
“What’s there to discuss? You both fuck me, get me off once, maybe twice.” Joe’s hand is still firm on his shoulder, so instead of trying to get up again he whirls on his knees to face Jason, gauge his expression. “Robo, I - “
Any further words die on his lips once he catches sight of Jason. Joe has never been much for scene-specific clothes. Jason apparently does not subscribe to the casual dress code that Joe does: he is dressed in black leather pants, shiny shit-kickers, leather suspenders, and the classic leather Dom cap. It’s so cliche that on anyone else, Roope would have burst out laughing. In a club, he wouldn’t give a Dom that looks like this the time of day, because he’s never been interested in the old-school types.
But it’s such a mindfuck seeing Jason in this wear, so startling and unexpected and shockingly hot that it shuts Roope right up. “See? You’ve already got Roop being quiet for you,” Joe jokes, stroking an approving hand through Roope’s hair. “Anyway, you said you want me to do the tie?”
“If you don’t mind. I’m still not much of a rigger,” Jason admits, apparently continuing a conversation that Roope has not paid attention to. His shiny boot taps on the floor, drawing Roope’s gaze, who still feels gobsmacked. “But I can do this first part. And the prep. I want to eat him out.”
That brings Roope out of his daze, and he blinks up at Jason. “You want - you do to me?” Roope asks. Most Doms consider rimming to be humiliating, better suited to submissives.
“That’s right,” Jason says, watching him closely. The open friendliness is gone from his tone, and all that’s left is a business-like confidence. “I want to see you beg for it before we fuck you. You can’t get that with fingers.”
“Oh, I don’t really…” Roope smirks, shakes his head. “I’m not really a beggar. Sometimes, with Pavs, but you know.” He holds up the cuff on his wrist, shrugs. “It makes him feel good, so I do it. But you’re here for me, not the other way around.”
Above him, Joe sighs, and his fingers tighten on Roope’s hair. “I thought you were going to be good tonight.”
Roope scoffs, tries to turn and stare at Joe, but the hand in his hair won’t let him. “Ow…I never said that. I said you treat me good and I’ll be good. And here I am, down on my knees, being so good and so sweet, and yet he threatens me. What am I supposed to think about that? How do I respond to that, huh? However I act, this is his fault.”
“Hmm,” Jason says, stepping close to Roope. From this angle, he looms over Roope like Joe can’t, all 6’3 of him plus whatever extra inch or two the boots add. He bends down, grabs Roope’s chin, yanks it skyward so they can stare at each other. “You haven’t heard threatening yet, Roope.”
“Ooh,” Joe says behind him, clearly delighted, and that sends Roope’s blood coursing hot with the challenge. There’s no way, no fucking way, that Jason is going to just waltz in and think he can control Roope with a few words and a sorry attempt to look menacing.
Roope gives Jason his best smugly irritating smile, the one that makes Doms want to slap him. “I don’t think I will hear threatening, not from you at least. I don’t think you have it in you. That’s why you wear your costume, see if you can intimidate your subs with leather. Well it doesn’t work on me. And you look awful.”
Jason’s grip tightens on his chin, nails digging in around his jaw. “Watch your mouth,” Jason says, sounding deadly serious. “This is your last warning.”
“I’d listen to him if I were you, Roope,” Joe says. “Not too late to be a good boy and get everything you wanted, nice and easy.”
Roope has never picked nice and easy before Joe. He knows now that it can actually be a joy, but…not tonight. “You watch my mouth,” he shoots back at Jason. “You have the better view, don’t you? How do I watch my own mouth? That’s stupid.”
Jason lifts his gaze, shares an indescribable look with Joe, then turns back to Roope. “Keep him here, Pavs,” he says, turning to head towards the bathroom.
“My pleasure,” Joe calls back. Suddenly he’s in Roope’s ear, mouth just a few inches away. “I don’t know what he’s doing, Roope. But I did give him permission to punish you. I’ll be here the whole time, though. If you need - “
“I don’t need a safeword speech.”
“Of course you don’t,” Joe says, then bites down on his earlobe, sending him squealing with surprise. “But you shouldn’t forget. You’re mine for the bubble. Everything Robo does is on my whims. You will obey him like you obey me, because I said so.”
Roope chortles, settles back against Joe. “Oh yes, I’ll obey him just like I obey you,” he says. “Meaning, I decide when to do it.”
“Your call,” Joe says, sounding cheerful. He sits back, keeping one hand in Roope’s hair, just this side of uncomfortable.
When Jason returns from the bathroom, he’s not carrying anything that Roope expects. He figured Jason set his scene bag there and would be bringing along a flogger or something of the sort; instead, he is carrying a hand mirror, of all things. “Pavs, would you mind taking this?”
“Sure, Robo,” Joe says, accepting the mirror. Roope can hear the slight, well-hidden confusion in his tone. Good, it’s not just him. “What are we doing with this?”
“I want Roope to have an appropriate view of what a better use of his mouth is than back talking,” Jason says, and - oh, that’s hot, although Roope keeps his expression carefully neutral. Jason palms himself for a moment through his pants before unzipping them, leaving his pants on - no underwear, Roope can see now - and pulling his cock through the opening. He’s mostly hard, and a nice size. Definitely a grower based on the looks that Roope has been sneaking towards him the last few days. “Open, Roope.”
“Hmph,” Roope grunts, keeping his mouth closed.
“You can slap him,” Joe says cheerfully from behind him. “Don’t hold back, either.”
Jason sets his hand a foot away from Roope’s face but hesitates, the first crack in his armor that Roope has seen, and he grins, jumping all over it. “He can’t. He won’t. You’ll have to do it, Sir. He’s afraid, he’s - “
All the words die as Jason slaps him. There’s no indication it’s going to happen; Roope expected Jason’s hand to pull back, to give him a warning, but just like a dangerous wrist shot, Jason’s release is deceptive and quick. He’s shocked at the force of it, as powerful as any slap he’s had with considerably less wind-up, and it quiets him down. Before he can regain his spirit and begin protesting, Jason yanks his jaw open and shoves his cock inside Roope’s mouth, every single inch in one deep thrust.
His throat protests at the intrusion he is not ready for, and he gags, hands flying up to Jason’s thighs. Jason doesn’t back off though, grabbing his wrists and holding them firmly in place. “Show him, Pavs,” he says. “Show him the only thing his mouth is good for.”
“Take a good look, Roope,” Joe says, positioning the mirror so Roope can see it if he averts his eyes to the side. From this angle he can see his mouth full, stretched wide with cock, and as Jason pulls out only to thrust back in, his dick is wet and shiny with spit. Roope can see his cheek and throat flex with the thrust, can see the saliva frothing at the corner of his lips as Jason thrusts again.
“Just a hole for me to fuck,” Jason says, and Roope shivers, tries to yank his wrists out of Jason’s grip. It’s no use; they’re gripped tight. He can’t pull backwards, either, because he’s held between Joe’s thighs. With his free hand, the one not holding the mirror, Joe is petting his hair, and Roope has to fight not to go down into subspace, to keep his wits about him. He feels utterly trapped in the best way.
This is what having two Doms feels like, he thinks deliriously. Not like that piss-poor excuse for an experience he had before. They’re barely ten minutes into it and he might be ruined forever for shitty-ass Doms without an ounce of creativity in their bones.
Abruptly, Jason pulls out, and Roope hunches over to gasp in air, blood pounding in his ears. “Lemme get in on this,” Joe says, and then four hands are spinning him around to face Joe, who already has his cock out, shorts pushed down. “Bet he’ll be a good boy for me though, and we won’t have to force him. Isn’t that right, Roop?”
His throat is already feeling raw and used, so he decides to obey Joe’s orders. Of course, his mouth seems to be disconnected from his brain, because he can’t resist one last dig. “At least it’s not a lot to suck,” he snarks out, then closes his mouth over Joe’s cock.
He’s allowed to set his own pace for only a moment, sucking shallowly. “Oh, you can do better than that,” Jason says, shoving his head down, roughly feeding the rest of Joe’s dick to him until he gags again. Jason buries his fingers in his hair, pulls him up, shoves him back down, fucking Roope’s face on Joe’s cock. “Maybe you just need some help.”
“Oh, fuck,” Joe wheezes, and Jason controls his head for another moment before letting go. Roope pulls off, coughing, desperately wiping away the tears from his eyes.
“Think he wants to be good now?” Jason says.
It’s his smug tone that does it for Roope. “Fuck off,” he says between coughs.
“Oh boy,” Joe says with a dramatic sigh. “Sorry Robo, you know how it is with these types. He doesn’t respect you yet, so he’s acting out. But he’s trainable. I promise.”
“It’s all good, Pavs,” Jason says amiably. “The fun part’s the challenge anyway. Roope, I’ll give you another chance. Take your clothes off, and we can get to the good stuff.”
But this is the good stuff, Roope thinks as he lifts his head, smirking at Jason. “Make me,” he says, pronouncing it slowly and carefully.
He’s not prepared when it’s Joe who reaches down, gives Roope a solid shove towards Jason. “Have at it, Robo,” Joe says cheerfully. It’s unexpected enough that he topples over, lands in a lump at Jason’s feet, and he barely gets a breath in before Jason is on him.
“No!” Roope shrieks as Jason grabs his wrists again, pins them to the soft carpeted floor. He twists his body like a bucking bronco, feet beating a rhythm against the floor, but for all his theatrics and whining he can’t extract himself from Jason’s grip. Jason is as big as him, and strong, deceptively so; Roope had expected to easily knock him off, maybe start up a grand chase through the room, but apparently it’s not to be.
“Roope,” Jason barks in his face, in such a loud and authoritative Dom voice that Roope can’t help but freeze for a split second.
In that moment, Jason kisses him.
Really kisses him: deep, possessive, biting, lots of tongue. Roope whimpers, torso and legs stilling their struggles. He doesn’t get kissed often - most Doms won’t kiss hookups, because it’s a more intimate thing - and this, this is one hell of a kiss. He runs his tongue along Jason’s teeth, and Jason abandons the kiss to suck on his tongue, leaving him a pliant mess on the floor.
“Oh,” Jason says when he pulls back, and they both stare at each other for a moment. “Sorry,” he whispers, brow knit in concern. “I should have asked.”
“No. You should do that again,” Roope says, and is gratified when Jason’s frown dissolves, and he leans down to kiss Roope again. This kiss is a lot sharper, with more teeth, and he groans as Jason bites down hard on his lower lip. There’s no blood, but it’s close.
Only after Jason pulls back and yanks, hard, at Roope’s shirt does he belatedly remember that he was struggling against this. “Get naked,” Jason growls, nails scratching into Roope’s stomach as he yanks the shirt up.
The fight hasn’t entirely left him, but it’s certainly less than it was, and Jason easily manhandles him into pulling his clothes off. Part of it is self-preservation, because Roope can hear the seams creak as they’re tugged. He likes these clothes, doesn’t want them ruined, and is entirely sure that Jason would have no compunctions about actually tearing them off his body if it came down to it.
“You boys look good together,” Joe says, and somehow Roope had nearly forgotten Joe was here. He glances up, and Joe’s got his shirt off, shorts still on but shifted off his hips, lazily stroking his cock as he watches them. “Told you, Robo. He’s trainable.”
“Gotta know what buttons to push,” Jason grins. “Pavs, you wanna tie him up for us? I don’t wanna struggle all night.”
“Yeah, sure as shit gotta save my energy for actually fucking him,” Joe agrees. He wiggles his legs, kicking his shorts the rest of the way off, leaving him naked. “Roope, get on the bed. Kneel for me.”
Roope pushes himself up to a sitting position, and in an instant there are boots on either side of his body: Jason is looming over him with arms crossed, like he’s ready to enforce the orders. He licks his lips, staring up at Jason, then flicks his gaze back to Joe. “Ask nice.”
“That was me asking nicely,” Joe says, and Roope squawks as Jason grabs ahold of him, hauls him to his feet and pushes him towards the bed.
“I just wanted you to ask nice!” Roope says, whirling to face them and giving them both a pout. “Maybe a please, or a thank you, or a you’re such a good boy, or - “
Joe is out of his chair and over to Roope in an instant, jamming three fingers into Roope’s mouth and shutting him up. Roope stares at Joe, wide-eyed, automatically starting to suck on them. “Roope,” Joe says in a gentle tone. He’s smiling, but Roope knows by now that kind of smile is deceptively dangerous. “I’m going to tell you how we’re movin’ forward now. You’ve had your fun; now we’ll have ours. You can get on the bed, and I am going to tie you up while you lay still for me. After that you can struggle all you want. And yeah, we’ll probably play with you awhile, you’ll probably end up begging, or maybe crying, but by the end of the night you’ll have the fucking orgasm of your life. Maybe two. Alternatively, Robo over there can pin you down while we both jerk off on you. And then we’ll leave.” Joe leans closer, smile going wider, more menacing while his voice drops to nearly a whisper. “I want so bad to fuck you tonight, fill you up like you’ve never had it before. Don’t you want that too, Roope? Don’t you want to be my very best boy? I treat my best boys so good, Roop.”
His voice, combined with the fingers in his mouth, is surprisingly soothing, and Roope can feel his manic energy ratchet down as Joe murmurs to him. He finds himself nodding his head, nodding along to Joe’s questions. “Mmm-hmm.”
“What’s that?” Joe extracts his fingers slowly from Roope’s mouth. “What do you say?”
Roope flicks his gaze to Jason for a moment, who is watching them intently. “Yes, Sir. I’m your good boy. I - I’ll get on the bed.”
“That’s a good choice,” Joe says, kissing his cheek and patting his hip. Roope hops onto the bed behind him, scooting back until he’s in the center.
Jason whistles under his breath. “Damn,” he tells Joe appreciatively. Joe grins at him, shrugs like it’s no big deal. “What do you want me to do, Pavs?”
Joe hums thoughtfully, grabbing his rope out of his scene bag on the nightstand. “Keep him occupied for me, if you would. Distract him a little. I’ll let you decide the best way to do that. Now, Roope, get on your knees and put your arms behind your back for me. Elbow tie and basic chest harness.”
Roope does as asked, and he can feel Joe moving behind him to start the tie while Jason circles around the front. Jason pauses to bend down, untie each boot and set them aside, before climbing on the bed. “How would you like me to distract you, Roope?”
“You’re asking me?” Roope says, eyebrows shooting up.
Jason smirks. “I am asking you. Whether I take your suggestion or not is up to me.”
Behind him, Joe is already at work, wrapping the ropes around his torso and upper arms, just above the elbows to immobilize them. “I have no suggestions. You decide,” Roope says, before pausing, considering his next words. He stares at Jason’s mouth, remembers his breath being stolen away by the searing kisses from earlier, and he wants. “Or maybe - you can kiss me. Like before.”
Joe makes a quiet, thoughtful noise while Jason smiles. “I’ll take that suggestion,” he says, knee walking over to where Roope is kneeling. He trails his hands down Roope’s chest, fingers bumping over the ropes that already criss-cross there. “You look good like this,” he says, before leaning forward for the kiss.
Roope meets him eagerly. He’s never been concerned at how society views certain acts and actions, except for the fact that means most hookups don’t kiss because of those views. He’s starting to realize maybe he’s missed it more than he thought. The endorphin rush, the warm press of lips and probing tongue, the mingled sighs and shared breaths can’t be replicated by anything else. Jason’s kisses are hot and intimate, and between them and Joe’s steady ropework, he can’t even think of bratting or acting out.
He moans into Jason’s mouth as, from behind, Joe starts mouthing at his shoulder blades, just below the neck. Someone’s hands - Joe, it feels like, but he can’t be sure with his eyes closed - close around his pecs, thumbing his nipples. He tries to squirm but can’t, arms pulled back and tied together through the chest harness. He hadn’t even realized Joe finished his work. It’s about as comfortable as an elbow tie can be, and Roope knows he can spend some time in it without the risk of injury. Perfect for this evening’s activities.
Jason pulls away from the kiss, cups his jaw, which confirms it’s Joe’s hands on his chest. “I’m going to eat you out now. You’re going to take care of your Dom while I do so.”
For a second, Roope is confused. But you’re my Dom, he almost says, and then Joe nips his shoulder and he realizes that’s who Jason is referring to. He can’t believe he’d almost forgotten Joe. Maybe the kisses have thrown him loopy.
They switch positions, with Joe moving in front of him and Jason behind. “Here,” Joe says, snagging a fluffy pillow and setting it in front of Roope. “You can lay down on that. Make it easier for Robo to get to your ass. And for you to suck my dick.”
“Is that what you want, Sir?” Roope asks. He tries to lower gently to the pillow, but it’s hard to do without arms, and he ends up doing a controlled topple onto it instead. “Don’t want to finish you too early, you know.” Well, he can’t resist one last jab.
Joe’s mouth twists wryly, but he doesn’t take the bait. “Mostly you’re just going to keep it warm. Let it sit in your mouth. Keep me hard, but don’t finish me, or else you don’t get your double.”
“I’ll try.”
“Don’t try. Do it,” Joe says, spreading his legs and sliding closer to Roope so he’s within reach. “Show me what that mouth is good for, Roop.” He has his cock gripped in his hand, pointing it skywards towards Roope’s mouth, making it easy for him to duck down and close his mouth on the tip.
“Ah,” he whines, pulling back off Joe’s cock in surprise as Jason presses his tongue to his entrance. It’s warm and wet and he swallows thickly as Jason licks him in a long, straight line.
Joe clicks his tongue, grabbing Roope’s hair and guiding him back down. “Don’t get distracted,” he admonishes gently. “That isn’t for your pleasure. That’s not the point of it. It’s to get you ready for us.”
That’s not entirely true, Roope knows, although he obediently takes Joe back into his mouth. He doesn’t suck, just occasionally swirls his tongue around the shaft, lets himself pant and groan around Joe’s dick while Jason works him from behind. It is definitely not the first time Jason has rimmed someone - he does it expertly and enthusiastically, and Roope can feel his eyes roll back. It only takes a few minutes for him to feel thoroughly sloppy.
Joe, lounged back and relaxed against a wall of pillows, chuckles softly as he brushes the hair from Roope’s eyes, watches as he gets more worked up as the minutes tick down. “Robo, you keep that up I think he’s gonna cry.”
Jason pulls off with a wet noise. “Good. Can you hand me the lube?”
“All yours,” Joe says, stretching to reach it on the nightstand and tossing it over to Jason.
This is the only part that Roope is perhaps not looking forward to. He rarely has the patience for long, drawn-out fingering; but then again, he rarely has a second Dom to keep him distracted. With all the rimming, Jason’s fingers slip inside easily even with just the first touch of lube, but he’s cautious and careful when opening Roope up. Roope knows it’s for the best, but it’s still frustrating. Luckily, Joe reads the situation expertly, and every time Roope gets fidgety or overly anxious, he grabs Roope’s hair and fucks his mouth for a couple seconds. A few hard thrusts, meant to gag him, are suitably distracting enough to calm him again, for another minute or two at least.
“Four,” Jason announces behind him as he slowly slots his pinkie finger inside Roope, fitting them with the other three fingers he has buried. His voice sounds a touch shaky, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing. “He’s taking them so well. I could probably put my fist in here.”
Roope can’t help but moan - now that would be a new experience - and Joe chuckles, rubbing his thumb along Roope’s cheek. “That would be something to see. Little too extreme for me but I’d watch. Not tonight though. You think he’s ready?”
“I do, but can you check?”
“Sure.” Joe pats Roope’s cheek, and he pulls off with a wet pop, allows him to switch positions and scoot behind Roope. Now he can’t see anything, with both Joe and Jason behind him, and he lets his cheek fall to the soft bed, waiting. “45, Roope,” Joe commands.
For a moment, he’s confused, turning the word over in his head as if perhaps he didn’t understand it. It comes to him in a flash: 45 is a high protocol position, one of the many that Joe taught him, called as such because the thighs are meant to be 45 degrees to the floor. It’s very much a face-down, ass-up position, and Roope can’t remember the specifics but he does his best, lifting his thighs as much as he can.
It must be good enough, because he can hear Joe’s approving hum. Unlike Jason’s slow, careful fingering, Joe shoves his in roughly, with what feels like three to start, and Roope shouts in surprise. “Well you’re gonna be taking more than that, just as fast, so don’t complain,” Joe tells him, swatting his rump. “I think he needs a little more.”
“I’m good,” Roope whines. He can take a little pain. He likes a little pain. He’s not sure if he can handle more excruciatingly leisurely fingering, though.
“I’ll decide that,” Joe declares, pulling his fingers out. When he pushes them back in, just as rough, they’re colder and wetter - coated in more lube - and Roope fidgets and shivers as Joe presses hard against his prostate.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Jason getting undressed, carefully peeling off his leathers. “Please fuck me,” he tells Jason, in his best sub voice, making sure to add a plaintive lilt that most Doms have a tough time resisting.
But Jason just smiles. “Soon. Listen to your Dom.”
“Joe. Sir. Please, please - “
He’s cut off by a firm smack, a big hand across his ass. “You’re ready, but one more word and I’ll finger you for another hour,” Joe threatens, which quiets Roope immediately. “Now, Robo, you know I’m gonna make you do most of the work here, right? I’m gonna lay back, Roope’s gonna sit on my dick, and you get to do all the thrusting.”
“I can handle that,” Jason says confidently. “We good?”
Even this part, settling the logistics of the whole thing, is sexier than Roope had expected. He’s limited in how much he can move in the elbow tie, and so he’s moved effortlessly by four strong hands, gripped all over his body. They put him exactly where they want him and the lack of autonomy, being tied up and moved about, is breathtakingly good. From behind, Jason helps lower him down onto Joe’s cock as he lays sprawled on the bed, and Roope whimpers in surprise at the sensation. He feels fucking loose already, and he’s never been dissatisfied with Joe’s dick but right now he needs more. “Fuck, he’s sloppy,” Joe says, verbalizing exactly how Roope feels. “Gonna need your dick in here to feel any friction, Robo.”
Four hands lower him down to lay on Joe’s chest, and now he can feel Jason moving into place behind him, the head of his dick nudging against Roope’s hole. “Do it,” Roope says. “Fucking do it.”
Joe grabs his jaw, squeezes his mouth tightly, almost painfully. “We should have a third in here to shut you up,” he says, as Jason starts pushing inside. Joe doesn’t let his jaw go as he whimpers, high and reedy, because the sensation has gone from not enough to so fucking full in an instant. “Make you airtight. A cock in every hole. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Roope?” He’s too overwhelmed to answer, and Joe gives him a shake. “And you love this too, don’t you? Roope. Answer me.”
It’s a check-in, he realizes that now. “Fuck…fucking…” His mouth still doesn’t seem to want to work, but he takes a deep breath, locks eyes with Joe. “Fucking rail me like you mean it,” he snarls out. “Fucking make me fucking feel it.”
Despite his request, Jason’s first few thrusts are slow, tentative, like he’s figuring out how much he can push it. “God, he’s tight,” Jason marvels, and every thrust punches the air right out of Roope. “Pavs, how’s it feel for you?”
“Pretty fucking good,” Joe says, shoving his fingers back into Roope’s mouth. He’s not expecting them, and he gags and coughs. “This is what you’re good for, huh? As good as you are at hockey, this is your real skill. Taking cock like a champ, Roop.”
Roope clamps his teeth gently down on Joe’s fingers, curls his lips to bare them. “Fuck me,” he snarls, although it comes out more as uck-ee with the digits in his mouth.
The first real, confident, deep thrust from Jason brings tears to his eyes at the mix of pain and pleasure. He lets his teeth relax, sucking on Joe’s fingers, whimpering around them while Jason fucks him. Joe lets his hips rut upwards in short choppy thrusts, timing it so he shoves in as Jason pulls out, and Roope’s cock is caught between his body and Joe’s. There’s friction, but it’s not enough, and he can’t free his hands to do anything about it. He’s so hard it fucking hurts.
Gradually, Roope becomes aware of a noise, an ugly wailing sound that he realizes is coming from his own mouth, muffled by Joe’s fingers still pressed against his tongue. “Lemme come,” he tries to say, and it sounds nothing at all like those words. “Lemme come, lemme come - “
“What’s that?” Joe pulls his fingers out of Roope’s mouth. He sounds breathless, words a bit shaky. “Did you need to say something?”
“Wanna come, Sir. I can’t, I - “ There’s real tears threatening, and Roope is tempted to let them come if it means he gets what he wants.
Joe chuckles. “Hold up, Robo,” he says, and Jason pauses his thrusts while Roope howls in frustration. “How you doing up there? Think we should let him come?”
“I’m close,” Jason says. He brushes his lips down Roope’s spine, and Roope shivers hard at the touch. “I dunno. I think he’s been a pretty good hole for us to fuck. Maybe deserves to come. Does he get too sensitive after he’s finished?”
“Not that I recall.”
“Too bad,” Jason says, and now the gentle kisses have turned into nips that leave Roope squirming. “I’d have liked to see him, all oversensitive.”
“Well, Roope, I think that you should ask nicely,” Joe says, and Roope recognizes that he’s gently mocking his earlier words. “Maybe a please or a thank you or, Sir you’re the best Dom and you know just what I need? Get creative.”
Roope makes an outraged, frustrated noise in the back of his throat, but he knows when he’s been beat. It’s not often, to Joe’s credit. “Please touch my cock, Sir. I want to come. Please let me come. I need you - I want Jason to keep fucking me, and you, you touch me. Please.”
“That’s a good start,” Joe says, nodding over Roope’s shoulder at Jason, who starts his thrusts back up. Joe reaches down, circles Roope’s dick with his hand, still wet from his own spit. “Keep talkin’, sweetheart. How do we feel?”
“Good. Amazing. Good,” Roope says, because he’s having trouble thinking of any more English superlatives right now. “Erinomainen.”
Joe hums approvingly, and Roope nearly collapses down when he starts stroking him. “And what are you good for?”
Jason’s thrusts have turned hard, slightly erratic as he gets close. “Nothing,” Roope says, and now a tear does slip free and trickle down. “Nothing but c-cock. Oh please, please please.”
“Shh, we got you. So pretty, Roope,” Joe says, reaching up to catch his tear as his hand speeds up, twisting and stroking with Jason’s thrusts, and Roope shrieks and comes with a sob. Behind him, Jason’s hands clamp down on his hips, nails biting into the skin as he comes a few moments later, hot breath ragged on Roope’s neck.
“Jeez,” Jason mutters, sounding just as strung out as Roope feels. He wants to collapse down onto Joe and never move. “Pavs, you come?”
“Not yet,” Joe grits out. “But soon. Let’s see if he really doesn’t get overstimulated, huh?”
Roope whimpers as Jason pulls out of him, exhales hard as the feeling of being stuffed full abates. He doesn’t get much time to catch his breath, because Joe digs his heels into the bed, fucks up into him, sets a brutal pace. The first few thrusts he’s so open that he doesn’t feel much, but his body adjusts and he whines. It’s a lot, after what his body just went through.
Warm arms circle him from behind, and Jason tucks his mouth next to Roope’s ear. “Feel that? Pavs fucking my come up into you?” he asks sweetly. One of his hands trails down to Roope’s soft cock, taking it in hand and playing with it.
“No, Robo, no,” Roope whimpers, trying to writhe away from the overstimulation, but he’s caught between them, arms still locked in a tie.
“You said you wanted to come twice. I’m just giving you what you asked for earlier.”
“I can’t,” Roope groans. His cock kicks weakly, but he knows he can’t get it up again, not so soon. “Not yet, I can’t.”
“Too bad,” Jason says, and his hand never stops, rubbing and kneading and stroking while Joe pounds into him.
Now he is crying, tears blurring his vision, his nose starting to run as his body is assaulted from all fronts. “Fuck, Roope,” Joe says, sounding awed, growling as he comes.
Roope lets his breath hitch, sobbing now as Jason’s hand stills, hugging him tightly from behind while Joe tenderly wipes away his tears. “So pretty, so good, what a good boy you are for us,” Joe soothes. He feels wet and loose with the lube and the come, and everything is sore - his hole, his cock, his arms. More than the physical sensation, he’s a bit overwhelmed at the attention from both of them.
“You’re the best, Roope,” Jason says, nuzzling his shoulder. “You did great. Look at you.”
“You okay, sweetheart?” Joe asks, and all Roope can do is nod, can’t conjure up any words yet, especially not in English. “Okay. We’re gonna untie you then.”
He nods again, has only the vaguest recollection of the process of untying until he’s free, and collapses down onto Joe. He’s not sure how long he stays there, but when he cracks open his eyes, Joe is carefully wiping his face with a cool washcloth, and behind him - what must be Jason - gentle fingers are applying some kind of lotion to his hole. “Hey, you back?” Joe asks with a smile.
“Mm-hmm.”
“What do you need?”
Roope shakes his head. “Nothing. Well, a nap with you. Then you can feed me your fruit.”
“All done back here,” Jason says, patting Roope’s ass affectionately. “I can head out - “
“No,” Roope barks, twisting around to stare at him. “A nap. With Joe and with you.”
Jason looks momentarily surprised. “Me? I - oh, well sure. I’m down for a nap. Pavs?”
“We’re not kickin’ you out, rookie,” Joe laughs, patting the bed next to him. “Set an alarm on your phone, then c’mon.”
Jason does as asked and climbs up, and Roope takes the opportunity to roll off Joe, wedge himself between the two of them. “I’m in the middle,” he declares.
“Of course you are,” Joe says. He covers his mouth, stifles a yawn. “I’m beat.”
Jason murmurs an agreement, and Roope closes his eyes, sighs happily as they settle down, getting skin contact from both men. Joe has an arm slung around his neck, and Jason’s hand is resting on his hip, he’s pleasantly sore everywhere, warm and happy. It’s sort of perfect.
Maybe that’s the key, he thinks as he drifts off. He’s always been told he’s too much to handle. Maybe it just takes two Doms to do the job properly.
~~~~~
The Stars beat Vegas 3 games to 1. If this is the celebration for getting to the Cup Finals, Roope thinks wildly, he can’t begin to imagine what winning the Cup will bring.
Hopefully he won’t have to imagine soon.
The Stars have taken over the rooftop bar for the evening, and it devolves quickly into a happy mess. Roope knows he’s a handful at the best of times, and he also knows he’s even worse when he’s drunk. After an hour of sticking to Joe, demanding attention, he’d been sent away with a stern admonishment to find someone else to bother: (“I bet Robo will indulge you, go find him,” Joe had barked.)
He hasn’t found Robo yet, but he does stumble on a group by the fire, laughing and talking. “Roope! We’re talking about whether we’re gonna get fucking fined for this shitshow. I say yes, Esa says no,” Cogs laughs, his arms around Nick, who is planted in his lap. The party has gotten sloppy, even Roope can admit to that. “Whatcha think?”
“I think, who cares either way. Worth it!” Roope says with a grin, and Cogs laughs again, Nick giggling along. They’re all in various stages of drunkenness, and seeing Nick on Andrew’s lap has Roope whirling, searching out the party for Joe. It’s true he’s been sent away, but he doesn’t care about that right now. He wants to sit on Joe’s lap. Maybe he’d even let Joe get a little handsy in public if he wanted. He can be good and quiet when he wants to be, Roope will show him -
He doesn’t see Joe, but he does see Jason, leaning against the wall by himself, a drink in one hand and his phone in the other. He’s grinning down at his phone - probably reading texts - and before Roope can think too much, he strides over with purpose to Jason, neatly lifting the drink from his hand and taking a sip. “Ohhhh boy,” Jason says, and he sounds tipsy too. “Wow that’s a COVID violation.”
“I had your dick in my mouth a week and a half ago, you don’t start,” Roope says, taking another sip. “Speaking of, I think it’s good luck, what we do. Maybe we do it again.”
Jason snorts, but he smiles. “Already toldja, I don’t decide that.”
“No, but - Pavs told me, weeks ago, he said he’d give me away to you if I wanted it. Just for a day. He can watch. So maybe it doesn’t have to be just like last time. Maybe you show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve.” Roope smirks, presses his body up against Jason’s. “I have a lot you haven’t seen, Robo.”
“Yeah?” Jason says, arching his eyebrow. His hand comes up to Roope’s neck, spanning it - not quite choking, but the pressure taking Roope’s breath away. “And would you behave for me?”
Roope grins, wide and feral. “You going to earn it?”
Jason’s hand closes, squeezing a touch harder, smile going devious. “You bet I am.”
~~~~~
Training Camp, September 2022
Even after so many years, training camp is always an interesting experience - summer is officially over, and it’s another year to try for the Cup. After the Cups Finals loss in the bubble, they'd lost in the first round the year after, but Joe knows the potential is there. It’s the reason he took a pay cut to stay with the Stars, a one-year extension on his deal. “Pavs!” comes the call behind him, and Joe turns to see Tyler beaming at him.
Tyler, in a brand new and beautiful dark leather collar, a strip of stunningly expensive diamonds peeking out from the sides. “Seggy, holy shit,” Joe blurts. “Benny collared you and you didn’t tell us?”
“It’s a promise collar,” Tyler giggles. “We wanted it to be a surprise. We haven’t done the ceremony yet. Of course you are gonna be invited, Pavs. We just have to pick a date.”
“Jesus, this is a promise collar?” Joe says, while Tyler turns his head, showing it off. “Don’t fucking tell my wife that.”
“Little birdy says I might not be the only sub here showing up with a new collar.”
Joe shakes his head, waving Tyler to walk with him. “I can’t keep it straight what these kids are doing nowadays.” The bubble broke everything; the NHL had always looked down on player relationships, but there’s been a veritable flood of team relationships that have carried over since then, so many that the NHL has chosen to start welcoming and accepting the relationships. Switches have started to come out, loud and proud, and more subs have stopped hiding elements of their personalities that they might otherwise have before. Hell, Morgan Rielly wore conservative pumps to the Leafs’ playoff run last year and it barely got a mention, except in Toronto where everything is noteworthy.
“What are you talking about? It’s easy,” Tyler says. “This team is so straightforward with their relationships.”
“Now that’s not true at all,” Joe says, stepping into the kitchen. He eyes the coffee longingly, but at his age he’ll be up all night if he drinks caffeine, so he puts in a smoothie order with the team chef. “I know Roope and Robo are still, uh, whatever it is they’re doing. Trust me, I hear shit in the celly circle that I will never repeat.”
Tyler orders a smoothie too, then gives Joe a long-suffering sigh. “Okay, so yeah I don’t know what you did in the bubble, but Robo and Roope came outta that as like, fuck buddies? I don’t actually know myself, all I know is Roope stopped hooking up with those god awful Doms he used to pick up. So thank god for that. But if you ask me, Robo gave Roope the confidence to go after Miro, and now Roope and Miro are together - like, together-together, not quite collar together but y’know, it’s legit. And as soon as Otter came out as a switch, bam! He and Robo got together and it’s real serious, like if Otter shows up with a collar to camp don’t be surprised, I cannot wait. I mean, Otter still messes around with the Bishops, do you know about that, cause he totally does. But it doesn’t seem to bother Robo, and then I don’t know for 100% sure but I totally think that the four of them, Roope and Robo and Miro and Otter, they all hook up. I bet they all fucking Dom Roope together, that lucky son of a bitch - “
“I am a lucky son of a bitch,” comes a purr from the doorway, and Roope is standing there, looking smug. Joe already has a headache from it all. “Segs, you talk about me?”
“Pavs here was confused about all the goings-on. I was just catching him up!” Tyler shrugs sheepishly. “I mean, I kinda thought for awhile you were playing around with Pavs and his wife, to be honest.”
“Leave me outta this,” Joe laughs. “I’m boring.”
“I disagree,” Roope says, winking. “I would though, he’s just never asked.”
Tyler gasps, delighted, and Joe squints at Roope. “You would what? With me - with me and Sarah? Aren’t you and Miro, or Robo, or…I dunno, aren’t you with someone?”
“I just caught you up,” Tyler grouses.
“We aren’t for monogamy,” Roope says, as if the idea is absurd. “If I want it, I can be shared.” He saunters over, steals the smoothie that was made specifically for Joe, and toasts him with the bottle. “We win the Cup, I’m yours. You and Sarah.”
“Well I’d have to ask her - hey, that’s my smoothie, c’mon - “
“Ask her,” Roope says, flouncing out of the room and sipping Joe’s smoothie.
Joe doesn’t hide his groan and orders another while Tyler laughs next to him. “Don’t start, Tyler.”
“I know Sarah. I bet she’d say yes.”
Joe bets the same thing, if he’s being honest. “We win the Cup this year, I’ll Dom the whole fucking team if they want it.”
Tyler gasps, grabbing his own smoothie as it’s ready. “Promise? Benny would totally allow it. One night only kinda shit.”
Joe can’t quite believe that training camp has barely started and he seemingly has two sex bets already going, but: “We win the Cup, and I’ll give you whatever you want, Segs.”
“Hell yeah. To the Cup!” Tyler cheers, toasting with his smoothie. Joe goes to toast back, but of course his is gone, stolen by Roope. He smiles wryly, pats Tyler’s bottle.
“To the Cup,” he agrees.