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David watched Sweetheart come sweeping in with another round of shots for everyone, scanning over each and every member of the pack to gauge where they all sat inebriation-wise. Tomorrow was Sunday, so it was fine if everyone went a little overboard, but he wanted to make sure no one made themselves sick, or got so sloshed that they ended up wandering off somewhere.
No one seemed dangerously drunk at the moment, and he allowed himself to relax minutely. Pleased that everyone was having such a good time after such a long job. Week long conventions paid really well, but they paid well for a reason.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he saw Darlin swipe Christian’s shot glass while he was arguing with Arden about something. Replacing the stolen drink with either water or vodka, it was hard to tell. The entire theft happened with a practiced smoothness that had David lifting an eyebrow. Darlin watched with a smirk as Christian tossed back the ‘shot’ without batting an eye before going right back to arguing, apparently drunk enough to not notice the change.
David hoped that had been water.
Darlin then settled the stolen tequila in front of Asher, who tossed back both it and the shot of tequila Sweetheart had given him. Letting out a satisfied sigh and laughing as he threw an arm around Darlin’s shoulders.
The alpha felt his chest ache slightly as Darlin accepted the arm around their shoulders without blinking, their devilish smirk never faltering. Even going as far as to lift a hand and squeeze at Asher’s wrist that was draped over them as they leaned in close and whispered something in the beta’s ear that had him cackling.
It was wonderful, seeing Darlin settling in with everyone. They’d been reunited with the pack for nearly a year now. It had been slow progress, but they’d gotten to the point where they no longer banished themselves to the furthest corner of the room or the farthest seat of the table. Sure, they weren’t the chatterbox that David remembered in his youth, but he was starting to see glimpses of the young wolf he’d grown up with, and it warmed his heart.
The tequila that Sweetheart had given him was doing a good job of warming him as well.
It was also likely the tequila’s fault that he was still watching Asher and Darlin as they gossiped and plotted together, pressing closer bit by bit as the night went on. The tequila’s fault that he was feeling a twinge at the sight. Something he wasn’t willing to call jealousy, since he wasn’t sure who he was more jealous of.
David had long ago acknowledged the childhood crush he’d had on Darlin, and more begrudgingly accepted the fact that seeing them grown and filled out had only made that crush immensely worse. Accepted that while the crush had been physical as a teen (and still very much was, holy fuck those muscles), it had grown beyond just that as he became reaquainted with them all over again, had gotten to know the person they were now these days.
He’d acknowledged it, but had no intention of doing anything about said crush. He was their alpha, and they’d barely started to trust the pack again. The last thing he was going to do was fuck that up by admitting to where his thoughts often drifted when he looked at them.
That had been an easy admittance to himself. It was hard not to be attracted to Darlin. He was pretty sure everyone in the pack had some form of attraction to them. What had been much harder to admit (to himself, never would he ever admit to any of this to anyone else) was the fact that in the last few years he’d been watching his best friend with more than a platonic eye.
Asher had blossomed in the role of Beta, had grown and developed in amazing ways. Still very much the fun loving, goofy moron, but now also a strong pillar in the pack. Facing off against danger without flinching, standing up to people that threatened their family, supporting those who needed help.
And while he wasn’t anywhere near David’s physique, David couldn’t help staring for a few seconds any time Asher shucked his shirt off. The once gangly teenage body now all lean, wiry muscle, making David’s teeth ache with the desire to bite it. Pushing the alpha to the point he now dreaded Asher ordering pizza, knowing he was fully intending on fucking with the delivery guy and would be half naked very soon.
The fact that Darlin’s return, and his realization of how painfully attracted he was to them, didn’t lessen the pull he felt towards his beta, made the entire situation very confusing. David had convinced himself beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d never have feelings for anyone, and yet here he was with his heart fixated on two people at once.
And now he was presented with those two people hanging off of each other, giggling drunkenly and whispering. Watching as Asher leaned in to hiss something into Darlin’s ear in response to what they’d said to him. Staring as Darlin’s face went red.
Darlin was blushing.
They were grinning and leaning in against Asher and blushing.
This was the most physical contact David had ever seen Darlin allow. Not only that, they were responding in kind; fingers touching Asher’s jaw, tugging at his hair and fussing with the collar of his shirt.
David felt his chest ache again, but for an entirely different reason. It wasn’t like he had been planning on doing anything about it, but it was a hilariously unfortunate situation, watching the two people he was attracted to flirt with each other. Leaving him both jealous and flustered.
Disheartened at the truth that the attraction he’d never planned on acting on was never going to happen, but also tightening his grasp on the beer in his hand at the mouthwatering thought of the two of them together.
Then both sets of eyes shifted to look at him, and he felt a bolt of lightning race down his spine at the way they stared at him. Stiffening slightly and immediately looking away, tipping his beer back and emptying the half full bottle in four deep swallows. Using the excuse of his empty beer to get up and head to the bar.
Requesting another in a rough voice to the bartender, he leaned his forearms against the bar, his head tipping forward as he focused on his breathing. Desperately trying to shake the image of the two of them looking at him like that out of his head.
He’d thought at first it had been an angry look, the two of them having realized he was staring. Their staring had been intense, but that hadn’t been anger in their eyes. That had been heat.
No, no it hadn’t. Stop it. They’d simply caught him staring. He was drunk(despite not having drunk all that much), he was distracted by his feelings and the dirty direction his thoughts had gone, thrown by how physical the two were being with each other, and had misinterpreted the way they’d looked at him. That was all.
He had to beat these feelings back down into the box he’d had them locked up in to begin with. Had to get himself back under control. It was no concern of his if the two of them were indulging in the relaxed mood of the night, if the two of them decided to go have fun together.
Fuck, if they did, please let them go to Darlin’s place for the night. Listening to them all night would kill him.
Handing over a couple bills for the beer set in front of him, he took another large swallow before summoning up the nerve to head back over to the table. Silently chiding himself about showing his feelings so easily.
Stopping short when he saw the seats had been shuffled around.
Asher and Darlin were now sitting on either side of the chair he’d been in. Asher deep in conversation with Milo about something, as if nothing was amiss, and Darlin on their phone, much like they always were in the past. Both of them acting entirely casual, like nothing had happened. As if they hadn’t been pawing at each other for the last few hours.
Closing his eyes and saying all manner of uncouth things in his head, he dropped down into his chair with a soft grunt. Keeping his gaze straight ahead as he took another drink and checking in on every other pack member aside from Asher and Darlin.
Refusing to make any assumptions whatsoever about the change in seating.
Luckily for his heart, the only reaction to his return to the table was for Sweetheart to announce another round of shots. Whiskey this time, apparently. He couldn’t help growling gently at the enthusiasm, though the stealth waved a hand and shushed gently as they started handing out the small glasses.
“It’s fine, we’re nowhere near our limit,” they insisted, gesturing to everyone at the table.
“You’re nowhere near your limit. Not everyone has your tolerance,” David argued, though he knew they were right. Everyone was just a little ways past buzzed, edging into drunk. Except Sweetheart and himself, of course, due to Sweetheart’s insane metabolism that had them burning off the alcohol quickly, and David’s refusal to drink too much in the first place.
With his two crushes on either side of him, however, he was willing to make an exception to that.
Everyone at the table all took up the shot glasses at once, cheering happily at a successful week and downing the drinks at the same time. David growled gently at the warm burn that washed down his throat and heated his chest, eyes closing. Letting the whiskey fuzz his head just a bit more, relax his body and settle his heart.
Blinking once as he felt someone press against his side. Lifting an eyebrow, he turned his head to see Asher grinning at him, his shoulder pressed up against’s David’s.
“We need to do this more often, it’s been way too long,” Asher insisted, and David scoffed gently.
“The week long job, or the drinking?” Asher groaned at that, leaning a bit heavier against him which had David’s heart speeding up.
“I like the payday this week earned, but I definitely meant the drinking and hanging out. Working for that long of a stretch is exhausting. I can’t wait to get home and sink into a long, hot bath,” the beta sighed. David’s brain stuttered at the comment, his hand twitching sharply as he did his best not to imagine it.
“Thanks for the warning that you’re gonna make a mess in the bathroom,” he grumbled. “Don’t want to walk across a wet floor in socks again.”
“Hey, I’ve gotten much better at cleaning up after myself these days!” Asher insisted, flashing fangs at him in a wicked grin. “Some of the messes I’ve made recently that I took care of before you got home… you’d be so proud of me.”
David’s heart started galloping as his brain interpreted that sentence with an extremely indecent mentality. Thinking of the kinds of ‘messes’ Asher could have made, and how he may have looked while making them—
“And we all know how desperately you want David to tell you he’s proud of you, don’t we?”
Darlin’s voice broke through David’s perverted spiral, but rather than shaking him out of his filthy mindset, their remark only made it worse. Especially when Asher huffed, leaning more heavily onto David in order to balance himself while he got a better look at Darlin, who was smirking wickedly at Asher. Setting their phone down and leaning in towards the beta, which meant they were pressing a bit closer against David in the process.
“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying a bit of praise, don’t kink shame me!” Asher countered. “Second of all… okay, I don’t have a retort to that, who wouldn’t want David to tell them he’s proud of them?? Especially in that voice!”
“Oooh, you mean that low, deep timbre he gets when he’s trying to cover up how happy he is about something? Does hearing your alpha tell you what a good boy you are get your toes curling?”
“Whoa, hey, don’t put words in my mouth, I never said anything about ‘good boy’!”
“You don’t want me to put words in your mouth? What do you want in there instead?”
David was going to die.
He was trapped between the two people he couldn’t shake from his head as they blatantly flirted with each other overtop of him. Grasping at him to keep themselves upright as they bantered and made increasingly lewd remarks to each other.
Someone was punishing him for something he did in a past life, that had to be the answer.
Catching Sweetheart’s attention, he made a circling motion with his hand, watching as they leapt up with a whoop to go get more shots.
He was not going to survive this without more alcohol.
Two more shots and another beer later and David was officially drunk, hopefully enough to tolerate the incessant flirting that was happening right in front of him. Asher was pressed up close against him, and had draped an arm over his shoulder a short while ago. Darlin was settled against his other side, hand braced on his knee as they talked to Asher.
David was still stubbornly refusing to look at either of them, not trusting himself to do so in this state. Instead watching everyone else, though rather than out of concern for their health, it was to make sure no one else had noticed the literal cuddle pile that was happening at their end of the table.
Thankfully Christian and Miguel were holding everyone else’s attention with an arm wrestling match. Money and drinks being passed around as the pack cheered and egged them on.
“Ash, he’s literally won the last four matches. I don’t care how much shit he gives you, that doesn’t change the fact that Christian is physically stronger than Miguel,” Darlin continued to argue, to which Asher huffed.
“So I like to root for the underdog, bite me.”
“I’m telling Miguel you called him an underdog. And I would happily bite you, but we want to be able to come back here, and if I do, you’ll end up getting us kicked out with the reaction you’ll give.”
“Do we need to wrap the night up so you two can get a room?” David asked in as bland a voice as he could manage, taking another sip from his beer. Asher blinked, then laughed, squeezing David’s shoulder.
“And miss out on seeing Miguel finally kick Christian’s ass? No way!” Asher crowed, wiggling his eyebrows as he leaned in towards David. “And we’re having too much fun here with you, big guy,” he pointed out, leaning in to press a loud, noisy kiss against David’s cheek.
Asher’s startlingly soft lips against his cheek put a huge crack in David’s already weak defence, and before he could question the sanity in the idea, his arm had snaked around Asher’s waist, dragging him in tight against David’s side. Hauling him in close enough for him to press his cheek against Asher’s.
“Having fun, huh? Having fun climbing all over me while groping each other? Best watch it, Ash… That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble, one of these days,” he growled into his best friend’s ear, his voice rougher and deeper than he’d intended it to be. The two of them having pushed him to his limit at this point.
He’d intended it only as a bit of revenge. A dig back at all the stress they’d put him through the whole night. However, when Asher’s response to David’s vengeance was a startled laugh that sounded suspiciously like a moan, both of them had frozen. Neither of them willing to be the one to move first. David staring in fascination as Asher’s face turned bright red.
David could hear his best friend’s heartbeat at this point, the way it was hammering almost as fast as his. He worried he’d crossed a line, until he felt fingers curling into the collar of his shirt, heard the soft hitch in Asher’s breath.
“Don’t threaten him with a good time, David,” Darlin spoke, causing both of them to jump and turn to look at the scarred shifter. “A warning like that is hardly gonna get him to behave. If anything, it’ll probably just make it worse.”
Studying Darlin’s expression, David was dazed at the amount of hunger he saw on their face. Not only because it was directed at him, but because it was the most open and honest he’d ever seen them before. Their hand on his leg squeezed gently, shifting closer in their chair to close what little distance there was between them. Realizing how affected they were by the sparks flying between the Alpha and Beta.
The sight of his first crush reacting so strongly to him had him responding on instinct. Grabbing them around the waist and dragging them in tight against his body. Too much alcohol in his system to worry about personal boundaries or asking first. Leaning in so his nose barely brushed against theirs, their mouth dangerously close to his.
The startled noise and the way both of their hands latched into his shirt did things to his predatory side he wasn’t ready to admit just yet. To hell with behaving or being responsible.
“I threaten him constantly. He’s used to it, they’ve long lost their effect,” he growled. “I don’t think Ash knows the definition of behaving.” They stared at him wide eyed for a few scary seconds before melting into his side with a smirk, folding their hands together overtop his shoulder. Their breath mixing with his as they laughed.
“Oh, I’m sure we could figure out a way to get him to behave,” Darlin argued, snickering at the soft whine the beta let out. “I bet between the two of us, we could figure out how to get him to be a good boy.”
“Again with that, and you claim I’ve got a praise kink,” Asher huffed, even as his face turned bright red at the implication of the two of them ganging up on him.
“Don’t you?” David asked, emboldened by the nervous flex Asher’s fingers in his shirt collar gave. And the plentiful alcohol in his veins. Those beautiful eyes studying his face before flashing a crooked grin, curling in as close against the larger man as he could and letting out a sound that definitely should have been illegal.
“Do you want me to be good for you, David?” he asked, letting out a soft moan when the alpha’s arm around his waist shifted to grab hold of his hip and squeeze.
“Considering the heat currently pouring off of him, I think the answer to that’s pretty obvious,” Darlin hummed, and David inhaled sharply as he felt scarred hands tug at the collar of his shirt, exposing a bit of his upper chest. His heart thumping dangerously when lithe fingers traced his collarbones.
“I just naturally run hot,” he argued, his response more breathless than he preferred.
“Mm, there’s a lot about you that’s naturally hot…” Darlin breathed, and David couldn’t stop the shaky groan that slipped free in response. “…but I don’t think all this heat’s one of them.”
“You’ve been watching us all night, David,” Asher spoke up, his mouth almost directly on David’s ear at this point, his chair tipping sideways in his efforts to press close against him. “We noticed.” Darlin hummed in soft agreement, the fingers on his collarbones dipping down a bit to slip under the front of his shirt.
“Kind of hard not to watch, with the way you two have been going at it,” David argued, breathless as Darlin tugged his shirt collar down a bit lower, admiring the edges of his chest tattoo they could see. “I’m surprised you noticed me watching at all, with how you two have been acting all night… was expecting to look over and see Darlin in your lap at one point.”
“Is that what has you so heated?” Asher whispered against his ear. “Have you been thinking about what we might have been discussing, what we were plotting together? Imagining what we might get up to later tonight once the drinking is over and everyone heads out?”
He laughed gently, teeth barely grazing David’s ear while he spoke. “Have you been thinking about Darlin taking me back to their place, pushing me onto their couch and fucking me senseless? Pinning me to their bed and ruining me?” A soft whimper came from the beta, his hand pushing gently into David’s hair. “Or were you hoping we’d go back to our place… and you’d get to listen to us from your room?”
At this point Asher was practically in his lap, he was pressed so close, having slid off of his chair to stand and braced his bent knee against David’s thigh. His lean frame hovering over David even with the alpha’s height, still clawing lightly at his hair, and David nearly closed the distance, nearly pulled him down atop his thighs. Probably would have, if he hadn’t felt Darlin shifting against him, apparently having a reaction of their own to Asher’s words.
“Were you thinking about laying in your bed, hearing all the noises Darlin was gonna pull out of me as they fucked me senseless?” Asher gasped, tangling himself tighter around David so that he could reach Darlin, his hand pulling from the alpha’s hair to cup their face. David turning to watch with a barely choked groan as Darlin tilted their head in order to bite gently at Asher’s thumb. “Clutching at your sheets and touching yourself as you listened to them take me apart until I was begging mercy?”
“You two are gonna kill me,” David cursed breathlessly.
“Oh, we’ve got plenty of plans for you, and none of them involve killing you,” Darlin promised.
“Is that what you two were spending the evening plotting over there?” David asked, shivering as Darlin laughed.
“Mm… not at first. At first Asher was failing to subtly flirt by asking about my workout routine, which had me assuring him that even though I can easily bench press him, his body is sexy as fuck as it is,” they explained, grabbing hold of the beta’s hand that was still pressed to their face and tugging on it, forcing Asher to plaster himself up against David while they bit at his wrist.
“Ah… and that led to us both agreeing that while we’re both plenty toned in our own right, that you’re carved up as fuck and it’s indecent and hot as fuck,” Asher panted, causing David to softly groan and clench his jaw. “And we agreed that the low, growly voice you get when you’re pissed is sexy, and debating how much sexier you’d sound if you were growling for a different reason. Which had us agreeing that while jumping each other sounded like a fantastic idea, both of us agreed that we would give our left arm for a chance to tangle the sheets with you.”
“So… rather than just going home and fucking each other brainless, you two decided to gang up on me and drive me up the wall?” David hissed, shivering as Darlin’s hand pushed a bit deeper into the collar of his shirt, nails scratching over the inked skin gently.
“Mm, moreso just testing the water, seeing how you felt about the idea. And maybe having a bit of fun in the process,” Darlin admitted, pausing and leaning back a bit to look at him, worry showing through the haze of alcohol and lust. “Are we pushing? Is this too much? If you—”
David lunged forward, crushing his mouth against Darlin’s with a hungry growl. Tightening his grasp on Asher’s hip to keep the beta close as the scarred wolf immediately returned the kiss with a hunger that nearly undid the alpha.
Asher curled around David, fingers sinking into his hair and scratching at his scalp as he watched the two of them devour each other. Tightening his hold on David’s hair and tugging gently, forcing him to break the kiss. Tilting his head back so that Asher could kiss him upside down.
The gesture already had David going languid, but then a mouth closed over his pulse, Darlin biting his exposed throat, and David nearly snarled.
“I think… I think we need to go,” Darlin gasped against his throat, their fingers tugging at the front of his shirt. “My place or your guys’, I don’t care which.”
“Our place is closer, we can walk there from here,” Asher growled as he broke the kiss, and David had to fight the urge to lunge to his feet and toss both wolves over his shoulders.
“Your place it is, then.”
~
Asher opened the door with enough force that David would have normally stopped to examine the wall for damage, if he hadn’t had Darlin’s mouth sealed against his, walking along with him as the two stumbled into the apartment.
As soon as he heard the door lock, David broke the kiss in order to turn, reaching behind him to grab Asher by his shirt and drag him close, crushing his mouth against the beta’s. His knees almost giving out as Darlin turned their attention to his throat.
It was by nothing short of a miracle that they made it to David’s bedroom without falling over each other. He heard the tearing of fabric before he realized Darlin had shredded his t-shirt, but couldn’t bring himself to care, too busy kicking off his shoes as he backed Asher up to collapse back against his bed.
David immediately climbed onto the bed, his massive frame settling over Asher’s. Framing the beta’s face as he pressed a deep, hungry kiss against his mouth. A groan vibrating into the kiss when he felt Darlin’s mouth press against his spine and start slowly trailing down.
Asher grasped onto his shoulders, tugging him down closer as his lips parted, allowing David’s tongue into his mouth. The single most sinful sound David had ever heard slipping from the other man’s chest in response.
David’s hands shifted, moving from where they framed Asher’s jaw to sink into his hair, cupping the back of his head in order to pull him in closer. He could literally feel the groan Darlin let out as they pressed up flush against David’s back.
“That is so fucking hot… I always suspected you’d be a good kisser, and the kiss you gave me in the bar was good, but fuck…” Darlin hissed from behind him, biting at his ear and rumbling in approval.
Even as he steadily devoured Asher, he was aware of Darlin’s form moving against his back. Aware of the moment they pulled away, and finally tearing his mouth from Asher’s when they returned, feeling skin against skin this time and realizing they’d stripped down.
He panted into Asher’s throat as Darlin’s bare torso glided against his back, his mind steadily fraying as Asher’s hands pressed to his chest. The two of them sharing in exploring his body. He attacked Asher’s throat in an attempt to distract himself from the wandering touches, leaving all manner of dark bruises and marks against that soft skin.
Someone’s hands started tugging at the front of his jeans, tugging them down off his hips, but he was too lost to care who’s. Too focused on pulling more of those needy sounds out of his beta. Pushing Asher’s shirt up and off of him in order to get access to that lean chest, and yanking his pants open with enough force to break the zipper.
His mouth had worked its way down Asher’s chest, and had just reached the elastic band of his boxer briefs when hands latched into his hair, and he snarled as his head was pulled up and back. His eyes dark with lust as Darlin smirked down at him, their fingers tight in his hair. Pushing him off of Asher and onto his back in order to climb into his lap.
Immediately David’s hands latched onto Darlin’s hips, baring his teeth in a silent growl as they rocked in his lap, grinding their ass back against his groin. He felt hands grab at his open jeans and tug, and lifted his hips in response, allowing Asher to pull them down and off. Pushing up against Darlin in the process and loving the sharp moan they let out at the feeling.
His fingers tightened around their hips, keeping them in place as he continued arching up into them, both of them panting steadily as they ground against each other. David’s breath caught as he watched Asher slip into sight and take hold of Darlin’s jaw, turning their head so he could press an eager kiss against their mouth from behind.
Darlin continued riding David’s hips even as they leant back against Asher, making out with him deeper and deeper until they were borderline panting into his open mouth. Asher’s hands explored Darlin’s chest and stomach while he kissed them, teasing their nipples until hard and tracing scars. His touch gliding down over their stomach and pushing past the elastic of their underwear.
David stared hungrily as Asher’s hand started working them, the sight obscured by the fabric of their underwear but their reaction on full display. Darlin’s hips sped up, rocking desperately into Asher’s hand and grinding more intensely down into David’s now painful hardon at the same time.
Eventually Darlin pulled their mouth from Asher’s in order to throw their head back against his shoulder, gasping heavily. Allowing Asher to stare down at David with a devious grin.
“Want to taste them?” Asher whispered, and David felt his entire body throb at the suggestion. Nodding silently as he didn’t trust himself to do much more than growl at this point.
The instant he agreed, Asher’s hand pulled away from Darlin, ignoring the frustrated growl they let out in order to tear the thin fabric clinging to their hips. Pushing them forward until they fell onto their hands and knees overtop David. A lustful sound came from Asher as he stared down at them, and David watched in shock as the beta shoved his hands away in order to grab Darlin’s hips himself, ducking down out of David’s line of sight.
The startled gasp and liquid moan Darlin let out told David that Asher hadn’t been able to resist tasting them first, and had him snarling in frustration. “Wait your turn,” Asher gasped out, his voice shaky with lust.
David was indignant, but Darlin collapsed against his chest with a shuddering moan, distracting him from his ire over being denied the taste of them. His arms immediately coming up to curl around them and hug the scarred wolf possessively against his chest.
Darlin squirmed forward enough to kiss David, moaning loudly against his lips as Asher continued to eagerly devour them. Despite his frustration over the teasing, David soon lost himself in the kiss, addicted to the noises they let out as they were consumed by both men.
Eventually Darlin broke the kiss, panting heavily, and sat up onto their knees. Shuffling forward until they had David’s head trapped between their powerful thighs, and David didn’t hesitate, latching his hands overtop those muscled legs and pinning them against his mouth. Groaning loudly as the taste of them hit his tongue.
Darlin’s hands sunk into his hair, panting steadily as their hips started rolling, riding David’s face at a slow, steady pace. All manner of filthy encouragement and praise spilling from their mouth.
His relief at finally getting to taste them was so strong, he’d lost track of what Asher was up to. The hot, wet tongue that dragged up the length of his aching cock was a shock to his system, and he cursed loudly against Darlin, who gasped loudly and arched against his mouth with a shudder.
David almost wanted to cry; he’d fantasized for ages about the sight of his cock in Asher’s mouth, and here it was finally happening, and he couldn’t see it. His hips strained against the powerful hands holding him in place as Asher swallowed half of him in one move, turning his desperation onto Darlin in retaliation.
It wasn’t long before Darlin started gasping, struggling to form words. Trying to warn David, even as their hips jerked erratically against his mouth. Rather than slowing down, he buried his face deeper between their thighs with even more enthusiasm. Groaning loudly in satisfaction as he was rewarded with a loud, desperate cry from them, his mouth flooded with the taste of them.
Darlin wobbled for a moment before collapsing forward, catching hold of his headboard. Gasping as their attempts to pull away from him were thwarted, his grasp on their thighs iron tight. Keeping them pinned against his face and loving the growing desperation in their voice as he tormented their oversensitive body.
Only Asher deepthroating him broke him from his torture, gasping sharply and losing his hold on Darlin, who fell to the side with a shaky curse. Immediately David braced his elbows on the bed and sat up, staring down with heaving breaths at the sight of Asher between his thighs. The sight of his best friend with David’s cock deep in his throat forever burned into David’s mind.
He almost came on the spot from the sight alone.
David was so entranced by the sight that Darlin’s fingers in his hair has him gasping, tipping his head up to stare at them as he shuddered and clawed at the bed. The hungry look they were giving him a sight he’d never forget.
“Where’s your lube?” They asked in a husky voice, leaning down to press a quick kiss against his mouth. It took a couple tries for him to find his voice as Asher’s throat flexed and squeezed around him.
“L… left… left ni-night stand… drawer…” he panted, tossing his head back with a heavy groan as Asher’s lips wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed. Collapsing back against the bed, his fingers tangled in the sheets at his side, hips pushing up into that hot mouth frantically. Chasing the pleasure burning through him every time that throat tightened around him.
Asher’s hands braced against the mattress on either side of David, handling the brutal face fucking with ease and moaning loudly. Each thrust of his hips pushing him closer and closer to the edge, only to disappear entirely without any warning. David let out a string of filthy curses, lifting his head with every intention of cursing Asher out, only to stare in stunned silence at the sight in front of him.
Asher was still kneeling on the bed between David’s thighs, panting heavily while Darlin knelt beside him. One of their hands braced against his chest, keeping his mouth just out of reach of David’s cock, the other hand working their fingers steadily in and out of him.
Darlin’s eyes flicked over to David, smirking wickedly as they pushed their fingers into the beta a bit deeper, shivering at the keening whine they got in response. “I told you we could get him to be a good boy,” they purred, leaning in to bite at his ear, which had Asher shivering and pushing back against their hand, his panting breath washing over David’s cock.
Darlin moved their hand from Asher’s chest to grasp his hair, tugging on it to tip his head back. “Do you want our alpha to fuck you?” they hissed into his ear, and Asher’s arms almost gave out, nodding desperately despite the grip they had on his hair. “Say it then. Ask our alpha to fuck you.”
David was paralyzed, his erection throbbing desperately as he watched the two of them, watched Asher turn that desperate, needy look onto him and shiver.
“D-Dav—” He cut himself off with a whine as Darlin tugged at his hair again. “A-Alpha… I want you to fuck me… ple-please fuck me.”
David remained still only until he saw Darlin pull their fingers free of Asher. Surging forward to grab the lithe man and drag him down onto the bed. A flurry of movement soon had Asher on his stomach on the bed, with David crouched over him, knees to either side and that curvy ass trapped between the alpha’s thighs.
David couldn’t resist tormenting the smaller man just a bit, letting his throbbing length rest against Asher’s ass and rocking his hips to grind down against him. Enjoying the increasingly desperate noises he was getting.
His gaze shifted as he saw movement, watching Darlin stretch out against the headboard in front of them. Staring intently as their hand slipped between their thighs to play with themselves. Hungrily taking in the sight of their muscled, scarred body on full display, David eventually forced himself to look away, only to see an equally stunning sight below him. Watching Asher clawing desperately at the sheets as he pushed back against David, pleading breathlessly.
Snatching the bottle of lube, he smirked as he drizzled a liberal amount across Asher’s ass. Earning gasps and high pitched whimpers from the man as his fingers rubbed and squeezed the soft flesh, spreading the lube about to allow his cock to glide more smoothly against him.
“Say please,” David demanded, his voice a deep, heavy growl that earned shudders from both of the other wolves. Asher immediately arching his hips up as high as he could despite David’s weight keeping him pinned.
“P-Please… please Alpha, please, please, please fuck me, please fuuuuuck…” His begging shifted to a long, trembling moan as David pushed into him, sinking slowly and smoothly into that sinfully tight heat.
Fuck… fuck. David hadn’t been prepared. He’d known it would feel amazing, but the wind was still knocked from him as Asher surrounded him, his body taking David’s cock like he’d been made for him.
All three of them moaned, even Darlin as they watched, their hand speeding up. David’s eyes were locked on the sight of his length stretching Asher open, panting harshly as he clutched at the smaller man’s waist. Falling forward onto his elbows once he was a little more than halfway in and burying his face into Asher’s shoulder.
“…ah… are… are you okay?” he gasped, feeling Asher shaking under him. The frantic nod he got in response had him groaning, pressing down harder and cursing as he sank in the rest of the way, his hips flush with Asher’s ass.
Asher’s fingers were locked tightly in the blanket as he whined and panted, flexing and squeezing around David. Nodding after a moment and pushing back against the larger man.
Taking the silent cue, David shifted his weight to his knees, forehead still braced against Asher’s shoulder as he pulled out slowly and eased back in. Knowing that despite the visible eagerness Asher was showing that he was a lot to take. Taking up a careful pace both out of concern, and out of the need to not break and come on the spot.
Despite his desire to be gentle, Asher kept pushing back against him and rocking forward to grind into the mattress, burying his face into the bed with all manner of curses and pleas. It wasn’t long before David sat up onto his knees, taking hold of those hips once more and starting to fuck more rapidly into him. Harsh gasps accompanying every thrust into the gorgeous man beneath him. His head swimming with pleasure, need and adoration. Switching between rapid, sharp thrusts that earned high pitched keening cries and had Asher arching his back, and long, deep strokes accompanied by low, shaky moans and made the beta melt into the bed.
Feeling his orgasm rushing up on him quickly, and not quite ready to finish, he gave a final thrust before pulling out, leaning down to press a kiss between Asher’s shoulder blades at the cry of despair he let out. Flicking his eyes up to Darlin, who was now working their fingers into themselves feverishly.
“Get over here,” David growled, pleased when Darlin immediately closed the distance between them. “Fuck them with the same desperation you want me to fuck you,” he purred into Asher’s ear, loving the shudder both of them gave at the same time.
Asher immediately grabbed Darlin by the hips, hauling them in closer and settling over them. Pressing a hungry kiss to their mouth as he rocked his hips against theirs. David watched in rapt fascination as Asher slid smoothly into Darlin, moaning into each other’s mouth. Clinging to each other as the beta began thrusting steadily and deeply into the scarred wolf.
David simply watched for a moment, convinced he’d never see anything hotter, until eventually he couldn’t take any more and caught hold of Asher’s hips, stilling the other man while he was partially inside Darlin. Leaving both of them shaking as he pushed himself back into Asher.
The beta nearly collapsed, babbling all manner of things as David began moving. Fucking Asher into Darlin, who was now panting and gasping steadily, their hands clawing at Asher’s back. David kept a tight hold on Asher’s hips, snapping steadily into him and driving him deeper into Darlin each time.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with gasps, curses, moans and pleas. Darlin managing to regain enough sense to match the pace David set and the two of them rendering Asher mindless as he was left helpless between them.
David was wrong. This was the hottest thing he was ever going to witness.
Asher broke first, his entire body shaking violently. David and Darlin both speeding up their hips to fuck him harder through his entire orgasm, and continuing on even after he’d gone limp. His pleas for mercy earning nothing but wicked chuckles.
Darlin was hit with their orgasm next, Asher almost sobbing as they squeezed around him. Their back arching to the point it looked painful as they shuddered and gasped, collapsing under Asher a moment later. The beta fell limply atop of them a heartbeat later, whimpering weakly as his body rocked with every frantic thrust David gave, chasing his looming release desperately.
Finally David fell over the edge, burying himself as deeply into Asher as he could as wave after wave of pleasure battered against him. His fists pressed against the bed on either side of the two wolves under him, gasping loudly each time his cock throbbed.
Eventually the brain melting pleasure eased, leaving him panting heavily as he watched Asher and Darlin tremble. Leaning down to press weak kisses across Asher’s back, and shifting his weight to rest on one arm, while his free hand sank into Darlin’s hair, scratching their scalp gently.
The three of them remained still as they all fought for breath, gentle whines and sighs sounding out now and then. David sat up first, easing himself out of Asher as gently as he could. Rubbing the beta’s back and Darlin’s side slowly while studying them both.
“…we should shower,” David mumbled against Asher’s shoulder, smirking at the quiet whimper Asher let out.
“…that involves walking,” the beta huffed, and Darlin let out a soft, breathless laugh.
“Poor puppy… need one of us to carry you?” they asked, combing his sweaty hair back out of his face with a slightly shaking hand. Asher leaned into the touch, his eyes closing.
“I think he’s earned that,” David hummed with a smirk. “He was such a good boy, after all.”
The sharp shudder Asher let out earned a laugh from both wolves, and David steeled himself, stumbling to his feet with a soft groan. “I’ve got clothes that should fit you once we’re cleaned up,” he told Darlin, lifting an eyebrow as Asher snorted.
“Why bother getting dressed? We’re just gonna strip all over again once we start making out… why waste time?”
Both of them stared at Asher, who was grinning cheekily at them even as he rolled over onto his back and fought for breath. David shook his head after a moment, leaning down to grab the beta around the waist and heft him up over his shoulder.
“Apparently we haven’t fucked all the sass out of you yet. We’re gonna have to fix that.”