Page 75 of Too Many Beds

Reality seeps in enough for Lucas to shoot upright, fumbling for an explanation that isn’t ‘I was unbearably horny and talked him into it without thinking with anything but my dick.’ Even though that’s the truth.

Oliver storms past a silent, shocked Poe and grabs Creek by the arm, yanking him off the bed. Despite Creek being quite a bit larger than Oliver, he allows himself to be pulled without having time to put his dick away. Lucas offers Poe an apologetic wince then pops up to run after Oliver and Creek, relieved he didn’t get around to taking off his boxers.

Oliver roughly steers Creek to his own bunk, his fingers gone white clenching his bicep. “I knew you were inconsiderate as a rule,” he growls, his normally subdued timbre long gone, “but fucking a visitor on someone else’s bed is a step too far.Twenty leaguestoo far.”

“It was my fault!” Lucas shouts, springing forward to wave his hands between their chests, forcing distance. “I wasn’t thinking straight, I’m just…” He trails off, gaze dropping to where Creek’s erection hasn’t faded despite being yelled at andmanhandled. A whimper crawls up his throat, which is a bit sore from having deep-throated said erection without any warm-up. He’s certain the crotch of his boxers has soaked through by now, what with him rocking his hips to increase pressure against his own cock.

The gesture isn’t subtle, and everyone’s eyes drop to where he’s pressed his hand, intending to approximate modesty. It backfires: he grinds against it instead, unable to resist the friction.

Poe’s tan skin flushes bright red and he licks his lips. “Lucas, I understand you’re in a predicament, but this isn’t exactly… professional.”

Lucas laughs, a fraction shy of hysterical. “This isn’t a mission, it’s an impromptu rescue. What’s there to be professional about?”

“He’s got you there,” Creek deadpans when Poe doesn’t appear to know what to say.

“This isn’t the place to fuck, if you absolutely must,” Oliver snaps. “It’s a communal space where we all live.”

Maybe the delicate nature of this encounter means Lucas should think a bit longer about how to respond, but instead he blurts the first thing that comes to mind: “Why don’t you two join in, then? It’ll be a communal… activity.”

Oliver’s wide, dark eyes meet Lucas’s, but while Lucas prepares himself for argument, the protest isn’t what he expects. With a scoff, Oliver says, “Right. Even if Creek apparently has the ability to fuck someone who isn’t himself, he wouldn’t do anything with me around.”

Lucas raises an eyebrow. “If that’s true, then why is he still hard?”

It’s a relief when the attention leaves Lucas’s crotch and settles on where Creek is, in fact, unashamedly aroused. That’s when Oliver realizes he’s still holding onto Creek’s arm. He jerksaway like the contact burns, catching his paled fingers in the other hand.

Poe looks between Creek and his twin—who, Lucas reminds himself, is not Poe’s biological brother, because otherwise this would have gottenweird—and then, in an odd voice, he says to Creek, “Well?”

Creek considers him, then Lucas, then finally Oliver. “I’m so hard my dick could pound nails,” is all he says before seizing Oliver’s high collar and yanking him in close to plant a hungry kiss against his lips. Oliver doesn’t waste time on a protest; he clutches the front of Creek’s shirt and accepts his insistent tongue into his mouth.

Snorting, Poe looks at Lucas and whispers, “Told you.”

Lucas snickers into his palm. While the other two men kiss like beasts, Lucas swans closer to Poe, who is smirking. Lucas trails a light touch from Poe’s wrists up to his broad shoulders, murmuring, “These are so fucking sexy.”

“I guess you’d like to see them up close?” Poe asks.

Shooting a glance over his shoulder at Creek, whose hair is down, having been torn out of the tie by Oliver’s rough ministrations, Lucas confirms they’re probably doing alright. That settled, he instructs, “Strip, sir.” As Poe laughingly obeys, Lucas has a quick debate with himself. Poe unbuttons his short-sleeved shirt like a respectable gentleman while his twin tears at Creek’s in an attempt to get him shirtless as well.

Lucas typically wears a layer of synthskin around his ribcage, covering his nipples and compressing the swells on his chest. But with so many participants, he reasons it’ll be fun to have a few more pleasure zones for the men to play with. So while Oliver and Creek fight over control of Oliver’s pants and Poe folds his shirt, muscles flexing deliciously, Lucas applies pressure to the seam over his sternum, releasing the grip thesynthskin has on his skin. He peels it off with no shame or hesitation, releasing his small, reddened tits.

His nipples peak immediately, reacting to the cool air after being flattened against the warmth of Lucas’s core. Poe and Oliver’s eyebrows lift in unison, but Creek’s mouth twitches at the corner. He doesn’t stop the motion of his left hand, slowly jerking himself and Oliver as well, their dicks pressed together and already slippery. He simply reaches a long arm and pinches one of Lucas’s nipples.

“Get over here,” he orders, and Lucas is all too happy to obey.

Oliver takes over jacking himself and Creek, having to use both hands to cover their combined girth. He blushes at the sight of Creek bending to suck Lucas’s right nipple, squeezing the tiny peak of his breast to fit better in his mouth. Lucas moans, head falling back, exposing his neck for Poe’s mouth when he crowds against Lucas’s back. Poe sucks and kisses his throat, trailing sharp nips up the column until he can tug Lucas’s earlobe between his teeth.

While Lucas squirms against the hard plane of his chest, Poe slides a palm around his side, slowing to thumb his hipbone before plunging under his waistband. He wastes no time getting ahold of Lucas’s cock, poking up from between his slick folds, swollen and pulsing. Clever fingers circle the head before dipping lower to trace his slit.

“Is it okay to fuck you inside?” he asks.

“Yes, but not with your fingers,” Lucas responds, then yanks his boxers down and kicks them off. He shoves Creek away long enough to rip the curtain back from where it covers his neatly-made bed. Then he kneels, ass hanging out and knees spread to expose his throbbing cunt.

All Lucas hears behind him is muffled laughter before Creek says, “Alright,” and comes up behind him. He takes a tight gripon Lucas’s hips, massaging them as he contemplates Lucas’s offered body. “You like it hard?”

Oliver makes asound. So does Lucas, accompanied by a quick nod.

“Good,” says Creek, notching the head of his cock against Lucas’s hole. He pushes in slowly but not mercifully, forcing Lucas to take the whole of his thick cock the way he swallowed it earlier. The stretch burns, and Creek gently rocks inside him until Lucas groans and wiggles to indicate his readiness. Then Creek pulls out and slams back in like he’s got something to prove.

The twins watch Lucas moan on Creek’s cock, taking the thorough fucking until an orgasm takes him, unexpected in its immediacy. Clearly he has underestimated the vastpink mineral dust’s power. Creek pulls out, then slaps Lucas’s soaked pussy gently, asking, “Giving up already?”

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