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Tom was very excited to ask Marco about this, so much that he didn’t stop to think that maybe he should approach it carefully. He just said it in the most blunt possible way.
“Wanna have a threesome with one of my incubus friends?” he asked.
Marco immediately blushed, taking a step back and looking away. “O-oh, um… heh, maybe. I’d have to think about it.”
They were at the club Tom had first met him at, and Tom had just asked him on the dance floor. He could tell that Marco was embarrassed, casting glances at the demons around him.
“No one here minds,” Tom assured him. “It’s the Underworld, you can talk about sex in public all you want and no one cares. Here, take my hand.”
Marco reached to take it, and Tom led him off the floor and over to one of the tables. He gave him a brief kiss.
“Sorry about asking so suddenly,” Tom said. “It’s just that my friend asked fairly suddenly too, he thinks you’re really cute and he wants to have some fun with you.”
“Is he here?” Marco asked.
“Yeah.” Tom looked around and then waved to someone. A demon with red skin and a lean build walked over to them. His sweeping horns curved down and while he only had two eyes like a human, they were slitted and an intense violet shade. He had no wings that Marco could see but he did have a long tail with a spade on the end.
He was fairly handsome, with high cheekbones and a sharp jaw, and Marco blushed a bit when their eyes met. The strange demon smiled at him.
“Marco, this is Francis,” Tom said. “A fellow incubus as I mentioned… we’ve known each other a long time.”
Marco held out his hand to shake Francis’s. “Nice to meet you.”
The other kept beaming, showing his sharp teeth. “Nice to meet you too.”
Marco could smell his pheromones. They were different from Tom’s, but just as enticing. While he had gotten used to Tom’s, these were a bit more effective, immediately catching his interest and making him inhale deeply.
Tom’s arms linked around Marco’s waist as Francis sat across from them.
“So, uh…” Marco had to shake himself out of the fog that the other’s pheromones were putting him in. “You want to have a threesome with me and Tom, I’ve heard?”
Francis nodded. “Oh yes, very much! You’re very attractive and Tom has spoken highly of you. I figured I’d ask to have a little taste of you too.”
“Well, um… I’ve never had a threesome before,” Marco admitted. “I wouldn’t really know what to do…”
“That’s okay,” Tom said, kissing his neck. “We know what to do, and we’ll help you. It’s honestly not that complicated though. You’ll see. If you want to do it, that is.”
Marco considered. Tom really was enthusiastic about this. Francis was really attractive. Maybe… he exhaled. “Okay. I’ll um… give it a try.”
“Alright!” Francis reached over to clap his shoulder. “It’s gonna be fun, trust me.”
“I hope so,” Marco replied. He slid out of the booth and Tom followed him, and Francis got up too. Now that they were standing, Marco noticed that Francis was a good foot taller than him. Maybe more.
Tom led them out, to where his carriage was parked outside. Once they were all inside, he immediately started taking his clothes off. Francis followed suit, leaving Marco fairly flustered, but he looked aside and stripped down too, leaving his clothes in a pile on the couch. He looked back at Tom, who he was used to seeing naked, so that wasn’t really a surprise to him. Then he looked at Francis, and let out a small gasp before he could stop himself.
He was fairly muscular, but what drew Marco’s attention immediately was his cock, which was easily eight inches long, maybe more, it was hard to tell from this angle, but it was big. Its tip was already flushed and Marco could see small rows of ridges all down its underside, with a piercing at its slit. A simple metal ball, but still, it caught one’s attention.
Francis posed a bit when he saw Marco looking, hands on his hips with his crotch thrust forward. “Like what you see?”
Marco’s face grew hot, but he was honest. “Oh yeah.”
Tom climbed onto the bed and patted it, and Marco hopped up with him. It bounced a bit when Francis followed, and Marco cast him a nervous look.
“Alright, since Marco’s new to this, he calls the shots,” Tom said. He caressed Marco’s cheek. “Any hard rules you want to set? Things we absolutely can’t do, or things you want us to do?”
“It doesn’t really matter to me, just…” Marco looked at Tom, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Only you are allowed to kiss me. And you know what my kinks are. So I guess… whatever goes when we have sex, goes here.”
“Sounds good to me,” Tom replied. “Got that, Francis? No kissing him.”
“Question,” Francis said, raising his hand. Tom chuckled, and he continued, “Kisses on the lips, or just kisses in general?”
Tom looked at Marco. Marco turned to look more properly at Francis, checking him out, and clarified, “Don’t kiss me on the lips. But if you like, wanna kiss my neck or something, that’s okay.”
“Got it.”
“Other than that, do whatever,” Marco said, shrugging. “But if I decide I don’t like it, I’m gonna say stop, and you need to listen, okay?”
“Absolutely,” Francis replied. “I might be a nasty incubus, but I care about consent. I will listen to you.”
“Alright.” Marco looked forward. “I suppose we can begin.”
Tom nodded, and gathered Marco onto his lap, kissing him deeply. Marco’s eyes fell shut as he responded, stroking along Tom’s arms. When they separated, Marco felt new hands touch him, and tensed a bit in surprise. Looking back, he remembered it was Francis, and he relaxed.
Francis had soft palms, though they were very warm, and he felt up and down Marco’s sides. His claws traced lightly along Marco’s skin, and Marco shivered a bit.
“Can I hold you?” Francis asked in a murmur against Marco’s ear. Marco’s legs shook, and he nodded.
“Yeah.”
Francis moved him to sit on his lap, back against his front, and kept feeling over him. Tom moved to kneel between Francis’s slightly spread legs, placing his hands on Marco’s thighs as he leaned up to kiss him again.
The combined warm touches from the two demons were getting Marco antsy. He squirmed a bit, and felt Francis’s length between his legs, pressing up against his balls and even rubbing against his own shaft. He moaned, getting comfortable against it, and Francis’s hands went to his chest, thumbs teasing his nipples.
“Ah!” Marco’s back arched, head leaning back against Francis’s shoulder, and he felt Tom take hold of his cock, pumping slowly.
“You’re getting hard,” Tom purred. Marco blushed, hands scrabbling for something to hold before settling on Francis’s legs. “You’re delicious.” He licked along Marco’s lips, before kissing him again.
Francis kept teasing him, gently rubbing his nipples, occasionally giving small tugs and enjoying how he twitched with pleasure. Then he dropped a hand, down between Marco’s legs, feeling along his base and soon moving Tom’s hand away so he could take over pumping him.
“Fuck!” Marco cried out, overwhelmed by it all, and Tom noticed his stomach muscles tensing, he was close to orgasm already.
Tom quickly went over to the nightstand and opened it, taking out lube and a cock ring. He got the ring wet and said to Marco, “You’re close, aren’t you?”
Marco nodded, panting slightly.
“You guys can’t really orgasm more than once, at least not without some time to recover,” Tom said. “That’s no fun. So I’m gonna put this ring on you. That okay?”
Marco agreed, and Tom slipped the ring on. Francis let go of him so Tom could push it all the way down to his base, and Marco groaned, hips jerking.
“So pretty,” Francis said softly, going back to stroking him. “You make the prettiest sounds. I want to hear all of them. Tom, can I have him?”
“Why are you asking me?” Tom asked. “It’s up to him.”
Francis leaned over Marco, suckling on his neck. He whimpered and tilted his head to the side, offering up more skin. “Marco, I want to be inside you. Can I fuck you?”
Marco wasn’t used to such bold language from a stranger, and he blushed fiercely. But he agreed, “Y-yeah. Just… use lube.”
“Of course.” Francis accepted the bottle from Tom, and wrapped an arm around Marco’s waist, lifting him up a bit. He began loosening him one finger at a time, being very careful with his claws, and Marco kept his eyes closed, grunting each time he felt Francis brush over his prostate, wishing he would pay more attention to it. At three fingers, Francis finally did, pressing against it gently and making Marco’s legs weak, cock bobbing helplessly. Precum dripped down it, but the ring kept him from actually finishing. It felt so good but so frustrating at the same time, and when Francis took a bit too long preparing him, he let out a needy whine.
“Okay, I hear you,” Francis said, chuckling. He handed the lube back to Tom and spread Marco’s legs apart, prodding his tip against his hole. “Now, you want me to fuck you like this, or do you want to get down on your hands and knees?”
Marco wasn’t sure which he preferred, all he knew was he wanted to be filled, right now.
“You choose,” he said at last.
Francis immediately leaned him forward, pushing him onto his knees on the bed. One big hand held his wrists together behind his back, and he moaned at the sudden domination as his chest was pushed into the covers. With his other hand, Francis lined himself up, then eased in.
Marco gasped in surprise as the other’s piercing slid over his skin, sending a nice sort of chill through him. Then he was pressing in deeper, and Marco groaned and spread his knees further apart, trying to get used to him. He was huge, and Marco couldn’t help himself. “Aah, you’re so big…”
“Thank you,” Francis replied, pleased.
Marco opened an eye to look up at Tom, blushing. “Sorry, he’s just…”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Tom said with a shrug. “He is bigger than me. Nothing wrong with appreciating that.”
Marco’s wrists were released, and he braced himself with his elbows, trying to get more comfortable. Francis thrust in deeper, and he cried out. He wasn’t sure if it was pain, pleasure, or both, but the shock to his body was incredible.
“Here, you need a bit of a distraction,” Tom said. He moved closer, sitting back on his heels in front of Marco, one hand gently stroking through his hair, the other grasping his cock. Understanding, Marco leaned down and nuzzled along it, hearing Tom gasp lightly. He teased for a bit, then finally took him into his mouth, suckling. Tom’s grip on his hair set the pace, and Marco bobbed his head up and down, eyes closing as he focused on pleasuring him. Behind him, he felt Francis rock his hips, pulling out a bit before sliding in again, and Marco whimpered around Tom’s cock. It felt like Francis was just too big, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take all of him. But he made himself relax, and Francis kept pushing forward, with shallow thrusts that let him go deeper and deeper. He brushed over Marco’s sweet spot a few times, the pleasure shooting up his spine, and Francis gripped his hips to pull him more firmly against him.
Marco was losing focus on the blowjob, getting a bit sloppy with it, so Tom took his hair with both hands and took over the pace, thrusting into his mouth.
Marco gripped the covers, arching as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. He tried to follow Tom the best he could, wanting to please him, but those steady movements inside him were pushing him to the brink. He was so hard, and if not for that ring, he probably would have come long ago.
“Ah, Marco… you’re doing so well,” Tom said hoarsely, and Marco’s heart pounded. The praise made him work harder, eagerly sucking him off and also grinding backward against Francis, taking him in deeper and deeper.
“Almost in,” Francis told him. “Just a bit more… you feel so good, you humans are just so tight back here!”
Marco wiggled his hips a bit, and held onto Tom’s legs, taking him out of his mouth for a bit just to kiss up and down his length, before swallowing him back again. Tom’s husky moans were music to his ears.
Then Francis buried in completely, and Marco would have yelped if his mouth wasn’t full. He felt more stretched than ever before, body almost aching around him, but it wasn’t unbearable. He rolled his hips back against Francis, getting used to him, before clenching his thighs a bit and opening them wider in invitation.
Francis didn’t hesitate. He began moving, roughly thrusting in and out, and the intense pleasure made Marco call out, having to lean back from Tom just to catch his breath.
Francis was panting as he fucked him, growling lightly and digging his claws into Marco’s hips, and it seemed like Marco could feel the texture of every inch of him as he moved. He made himself keep pleasuring Tom, who soon took hold of his hair and made him deep throat him. He gagged, body convulsing, but didn’t tell them to stop. He was determined to ride this out. He let Tom practically fuck his throat, eyes squeezed shut and mouth gaping open for breath every time he pulled out, and the most desperate noises escaped him.
“So good,” Tom praised, and Marco’s stomach tightened, ecstasy blossoming in his chest. “You’re such a good boy, I love you.”
“I love you too,” Marco said, giving his tip a small kiss before letting him back into his mouth.
“You really are a delight,” Francis grunted, moving just a little faster. Marco jerked, balls aching, beyond ready to finish. “Such a lovely arch to your spine, a hot ass, the sweetest noises of pleasure… I am enjoying you.”
Marco couldn’t really respond, but he did rub back against him in acknowledgment. He focused back on Tom, and with only a few more bobs of the head, got him off. Tom held him in place, and Marco groaned as hot cum filled his mouth. He glanced up at Tom, cheeks warm, and Tom met his eyes with a fiery gaze.
“Swallow,” he ordered.
Marco swallowed, and Tom ran his hands through his hair and cupped his cheeks. “Good boy.”
Marco licked his lips off and sighed, jaw sore. He rested his face against Tom’s thighs, moaning as Francis continued to pound into him. He felt lightheaded, the fog in his head growing with every inhale, as the two incubi kept releasing their pheromones.
“I’m close, Marco,” Francis suddenly informed him, hips pressing into him more aggressively. Marco braced himself better on the bed, lest he be shoved forward. “Do I need to pull out?”
Marco considered, then realized he really didn’t want anyone but Tom coming inside him. “Y-yeah, please,” he replied.
Francis nodded and kept going, before abruptly sliding out and rolling him onto his back, looking at him as he pumped himself.
Marco was just barely meeting his eyes in surprise when Francis came. Thick strings of cum covered his stomach and chest, and he gasped as it burned like wax before cooling. His own hips jerked, arousal weeping.
“So cute,” Francis panted, patting one of Marco’s thighs.
Marco rested his head back against Tom and whined. “Alright but can one of you please take this ring off?”
Tom lowered his head to the bed and moved around to get between his legs. Marco noted that he was still hard, and sighed when he slipped the ring off.
“Can I fuck you?” Tom asked.
Marco nodded, thighs spreading with no argument. Tom slid into him, and his back lifted, a pleased moan escaping him. Francis’s size was an adventure but Tom was familiar and loved, and Marco took him easily. Tom had barely gotten a few thrusts in before Marco was finishing with a loud cry.
“There we go, my beautiful dove,” Tom purred, holding his hips and gently kissing his mouth. “You sound so good. You’re doing so well.”
Marco didn’t normally keep going after orgasm, but he did his best to keep up, focusing on the sensations, letting Tom’s scent fill his nose. He knew from experience that sometimes he was able to get hard again, likely from some sort of incubus magic.
Marco had kinda forgotten about Francis, but was reminded of him when he laid down alongside him and began feeling his chest, teasing his nipples.
“Ah…” Marco wasn’t expecting that, and his body flushed with heat. He glanced over at him. “D-do you need me to do anything?”
Francis considered, then said, “How are your handjobs?”
“U-um, well… good, I think?”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Tom said. “You give amazing handjobs.”
“W-well, there you go,” Marco said.
Francis nodded, and then sat up. “Mind giving me one?”
“Right now? Oh, well… sure.” Marco shrugged at Tom.
Tom leaned back, continuing to thrust into him, but now Francis climbed onto Marco’s chest, knees spread and cock ready.
Marco swallowed at the sight of it, it was quite intimidating up close, but he started to reach for it. Then he paused, and said, “Wait, this was literally just inside me, that’s… kinda gross.”
Tom chuckled and Francis gave a laugh too. “What’s there to worry about, it was in your body as you said. Any germs would be your own.”
“Yeahh, it’s just…” Marco gestured vaguely, unsure of how to explain why he had a problem with it, he just did. Luckily, Francis didn’t push for an explanation. He just shrugged and waved a hand, a towel appearing in it. He cleaned himself off and vanished the towel. “How about now?”
Marco was feeling too good to care for long. “Well, okay.” He figured he could always wash his hands later. He took Francis’s length in a hand, feeling up and down it. He ran his thumb along the ridges, listening to the way Francis sighed to figure out what he liked most, and when he got to the tip, he played with the piercing.
“Did this hurt?” he asked.
“A little,” Francis replied. “But it was worth it.”
Marco nodded and used his other hand too, pumping him. He was firm in his strokes, amazed at how heavy the other became, and enjoyed his quiet moans. He was fairly aroused himself now, Tom’s movements inside him getting him close to the brink again. He was fairly good at multitasking now.
Marco’s eyes fell shut as he worked, and Francis rolled his hips a bit against his hands, while Tom moved harder. Marco wrapped his legs around his waist and rocked to meet him. It was only a few minutes of Tom fucking him before he came again, and Tom gave a satisfied purr and finished too, filling him up. The heat between Marco’s legs made him gasp, and he pulled particularly hard along Francis’s shaft. He felt him jump and started to apologize, only for Francis to moan and come against him. Marco tried to catch it with his palms, but wasn’t quite prepared, and a good amount ended up hitting his face and neck. He grunted and let go of him, panting.
Tom pulled out and Marco dropped his legs. Francis moved to the side, and for a few moments Marco just laid there with his arms spread out, panting. He was covered with cum and felt filthy, but in a good way. He blinked a few times, finding it difficult to focus. He barely noticed when Tom got up and then came back, thoughts all hazy.
“Hey, love,” Tom said gently, and began cleaning him off with a warm washrag.
Marco shook his head, exhaling and finding Tom’s hand, holding it. “Tom?”
“Yeah, Marco. I’m right here.”
It took effort to talk. But Marco lifted his head and did anyway. “That was… wow.”
“Heh, yeah. You did so well, I had a great time with you. And so did Francis.”
“Yeah,” Francis agreed, and Marco lazily looked over at him, sitting nearby and stretching. “You’re a lot of fun, kid!”
“Thanks,” Marco muttered. His head was swimming.
Tom placed the rag aside and wrapped Marco into a hug, holding him close. “Wanna take a shower?”
“Sure,” Marco replied.
Tom leaned back, looking at Francis. “Well, we’re gonna shower. You can head out if you want.”
“Sounds good.” Francis started getting dressed. Tom stood up, and Marco just kinda looked at him for a few moments. Then he pushed himself up too and followed. He was dizzy, thoughts still in a haze. But he took Tom’s hand as they went over to the bathroom, calling goodbye to Francis. When they went into the bathroom and started the shower, Tom took Marco’s face and turned him toward him, examining him closely.
Marco tilted his head. “What?”
Tom chuckled. “Are you feeling good?”
“Really good, I feel… tired, but good. Kinda light. Happy.”
“I’m glad. You look a bit spaced out.” Tom checked the water, and they got in.
“I definitely feel spaced out,” Marco replied.
“Hm.” Tom wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his neck. “I think you’re in subspace.”
“What?”
“Things did get fairly intense with me and Francis, your body grew overwhelmed. And sometimes, when in such a situation during sex, your mind just kinda clicks into a… different state, I guess. Where you accept what’s happening to you and just let go and enjoy it. It’s compared to a sort of high. It can last for quite a while.”
“Oh, isn’t that a BDSM thing?”
“It is. But you don’t necessarily need to be doing anything super kinky for subspace to happen. It depends on the person. That was your first threesome, me and Francis were pretty dominant over you, so you just gave in and obeyed us. The rush of pleasure and the hormones just swept you up. But hey, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself and that you’re still feeling good.”
Marco nodded and rinsed himself off. They took a while to shower, and Tom washed Marco’s hair for him, which he enjoyed. When they finally got out, Marco was reasonably more alert, but his afterglow was still lingering. He only bothered to pull on his underwear and a shirt before leading Tom over to the bed. Francis was gone, and Marco sprawled out on the covers with a sigh, Tom laying down with him.
“Can I sleep here?” Marco asked.
“Of course.”
Marco snuggled up to him, and Tom kissed his forehead before holding him close. Marco was ready to sleep, but Tom wasn’t as tired, and after a few moments he asked, “Did you like Francis?”
“Hm? Oh, well. He’s really good in bed, I liked sleeping with him. Didn’t really get to talk to him much, but he seems like a good guy. Kinda pushy, but in that hot incubus way,” Marco said.
“Yeah, he can be pushy. He knows what he wants, but he won’t cross boundaries or anything. I’m glad you had fun with him. Do you think you’d be up for doing it again?”
Marco thought about it, then shrugged. “Yeah, probably. I think I’d like to get to know him better, though. He seems like he’d be a good friend.”
“He is, though he’s probably also one of the most lustful incubi I know, and that’s saying something. If you talk to him, one of his biggest interests is sex. Sex, kink, all that kinda stuff. He absolutely loves it. Which makes him good at what he does but be warned, if you talk to him about anything else, he’s probably gonna somehow relate it back to sex. I talked to him about a concert once that I saw on Earth and he ended up telling me about when he fucked some girl at a concert. Just… he’s great, he’s funny and he’ll always have your back, but just know he’s almost always thinking about sex.”
Marco snorted, amused as he made a mental note about that. “Got it. I think I want to talk to him anyway, though.”
“No problem, I’ll definitely arrange for us to hang out again, then.”
They didn’t talk any more after that, Marco was just too tired. He pressed his face into Tom’s neck and Tom stroked his back, the two drifting off to sleep together.