Sören, the youngest of the quad, was often teased about his resemblance to the actor who played the character Jon Snow on Game of Thrones, with his shoulder-length black curls, brown eyes, and short dark beard framing full pouty lips. Tonight he was dressed as Jon Snow, wearing a cape made of black IKEA rugs over a black tunic, black leather jerkin and black leather trousers.
Mark gave an appreciative whistle as Sören walked in.
Sören pretended to ignore him and went over to Anthony, who was sitting with his scrub pants around his ankles, slowly and lazily stroking his cock. Anthony rose to his feet and Sören gave him a deep, passionate kiss, and then Anthony grabbed Sören by the hair and shoved him down on his knees. As Sören took Anthony's hard cock in his mouth, Anthony groaned and shuddered, then his face lit up with a grin and he tugged on a handful of Sören's curls as he quipped, "In Soviet Westeros, King kneels to you."
Sören gave a muffled "fuck you" around Anthony's cock but looked up at him obediently and bobbed his head, sucking hard.
Mark's cunt throbbed and he felt himself dripping again. This was the most delicious teasing of all, laying there bound, unable to touch himself, made to watch as Sören serviced Anthony. The sight of Sören's lush lips wrapped around Anthony's cock, and Sören's hunger for it, taking as much as he could, moaning with his mouth full... Mark shivered and moaned too, wanting them both so badly.
Anthony's eyes met Mark's as he pulled Sören's hair and gently rocked his hips, fucking Sören's mouth. Sören made filthy gulping sounds as he kept sucking, and Anthony tilted his head back and groaned, his breath ragged as Sören pleasured him.
A few minutes later, before Anthony could come in Sören's mouth, he pulled back. Sören licked at the head of Anthony's cock, making streamers with Anthony's precum on his tongue, and then he licked up and down the shaft, making Anthony moan. After a few rounds up and down Anthony's cock, licking slowly and deliberately, Sören's tongue rubbed at the head some more, collecting precum, and he stood up to kiss Anthony with the precum still on his tongue. Mark moaned again, his cunt aching as he watched them kiss, tongues licking together, sharing the precum between them.
Anthony stepped out of his scrub pants, Sören pulled the scrub top over Anthony's head, and they kissed again, then Anthony unclasped Sören's cape, letting it fall to the floor, and Anthony helped Sören undress. Once Sören was naked too they were kissing hungrily, running their hands over each other's naked bodies. Mark admired the contrast of his lovers: they both had a lean muscular build, but Anthony had a thick pelt of chest hair and hairy arms and legs, and Sören was less hairy, with full-sleeve tattoos - ocean waves on his left arm, flames on his right, leading out to a fire phoenix and a water phoenix doing a mating dance on his back. Sören also had pierced nipples... and a big clit standing at attention, jutting out like a small hard cock.
Anthony began to kiss Sören's neck as he guided the head of his cock to Sören's clit and rubbed it. Sören cried out and clutched at him, and Anthony groaned into Sören's neck as he kissed and licked more insistently, cock teasing clit.
Mark also cried out, writhing as much as the restraints would allow, feeling that urgent, needy surge of arousal, more hot cream dripping. Anthony and Sören both looked over at Mark, going out of his mind watching them, and then they looked at each other and exchanged mischievous smiles. Anthony and Sören kissed again, and Anthony continued rubbing his cockhead against Sören's clit, while Sören's fingers ran through Anthony's chest hair and his thumbs brushed Anthony's nipples. Then they pulled back, breathing harder, and Anthony gave Sören's ass a firm slap, grinning.
Sören sauntered over to Mark... finally. Mark whimpered - usually Sören was submissive to the three of them, but every once in awhile Sören switched and dominated Mark, and he was very good at it when he did, having learned from Nicholas and Anthony. Now Sören looked at him like a wolf who had just spotted dinner, and Mark almost came untouched just from the fire in his eyes.
"I see they got you nice and wet for me," Sören said. "As the King in the North, it's my right to fuck you first." Sören reached between Mark's legs and his index finger brushed Mark's achingly hard clit; Mark gasped, fluttering but not quite coming. "But I only fuck the willing. You want it, slut?"
"Hells, yes..."
"Then get me ready." Sören climbed onto the bed and over Mark, then scooted up on his knees, straddling Mark's shoulders. He tilted his hips forward, his big clit in Mark's face. "What do you say, slut?"
"Trick or treat." Mark licked his lips.
Sören grabbed Mark by the hair and began to fuck his mouth. Mark whimpered, sucking Sören's clit, not able to help rubbing his thighs together even though that just frustrated him even more - wishing his hands were free so he could touch himself. If there was one thing Macalaurë Fëanorion absolutely loved, it was being face-fucked. He rolled Sören's clit around in his mouth, sucking hard, worshiping the delicious nub, savoring the way Sören moaned, his breath ragged.
After a few minutes Sören pulled back. His clit was a little longer and thicker now, and glistening. It twitched at Mark and he groaned, fluttering again, almost coming. Sören scooted back, knelt between Mark's thighs, hooked Mark's legs around his waist, and Mark watched as Sören's clit slipped inside him.
Mark and Sören cried out together, and Anthony grunted, stroking himself harder as he watched. Knowing Anthony was getting off to this fueled Mark's lust even hotter, and he begged, "Fuck me..."
Sören worked his hips, his clit sliding in and out of Mark's cunt like a finger, teasing and teasing. Sören's breathy moans and Mark's broken cries filled the room, along with the filthy wet squelching sound of Sören's hard clit fucking Mark's dripping cunt, and Anthony groaning as he continued to stroke himself, lust in his eyes. Soon their cunts were smacking together as Sören fucked him harder, faster, clit rubbing inside his inner walls just enough to keep Mark hanging on that edge, frenzied, feeling like he was going to explode if he didn't come but never wanting Sören to stop that sweet rhythm inside him.
When Sören's moans got louder along with the wet squishing, smacking sounds, and Sören began visibly trembling, Mark knew Sören was getting close, and he whimpered, hoping Sören would get the message and let him come. But he had a feeling Sören was going to drag out his obedience as long as possible, and sure enough, a moment later Sören climaxed - Mark could feel Sören's clit pulsating and twitching inside him as Sören swore in Icelandic then made a deep, snarling growl as his body heaved. Mark almost sobbed with frustration - it was so hot to feel Sören coming inside him.
Anthony was still stroking himself and hadn't come yet, but he stopped stroking and Mark moaned at the sight of Anthony's cock slick with precum, another bead of it rolling down the shaft. Anthony came over and kissed Sören roughly, then shoved his cock in Mark's mouth. Mark cried out with his mouth full, once again almost coming... so close but too far, frantic for release. Anthony pulled on Mark's hair and so did Sören, as Sören's free hand slapped Mark's clit. "Suck it, slut," Sören commanded.
At the dungeon door, Nicholas cleared his throat. Anthony stopped rocking his hips and Sören looked over his shoulder.
Mark let Anthony's cock rest in his mouth, and waited. Wanting. Needing.
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