Reunion

Hello people It's been a while but I'm back and it's a long one so I hope you didn't miss me too much :)

I sacrificed two weeks of my daily reading time for this one, hope you'll like it

Thank you @Aliyah445811 for recommending the reunion idea, I hope it lives up to your expectations. Just as a reminder, this story is not canon, and they would probably never do this lol but it was fun to write so xD

TagsOpen relationshipsOrgies D/sImplied impact play Sounding Subspace Aftercare Original male character(s)Referenced past bullying Voyeurism Kink negotiation Deepthroating

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Enjoy!

"So we're just gonna pretend that Matt never tried to feed me his dirty socks?" Maurice snorted as they entered the place. Berdar smacked a hand onto his shoulder.

"Seems like it. We said no bringing up embarrassing stuff in front of everyone. Rules are rules." Maurice rolled his eyes, but soon had a wide grin on his face when they saw the others already crowding the place.

Their grade had a reunion five years after graduation. Looking around between the people was hilarious, to say the least.The one girl who had always been absent was holding a baby. The famous "school couple" wasn't doing more than an awkward greeting. They would soon be hearing about people's great jobs or miserable lives. Maurice was totally down for that.

"Maurice!" He suddenly heard a voice behind him. All three of them turned around, seeing Hannah walk their way with a waiving hand. "You guys made it!" She smiled, greeting all of them with a hug and a big smile. "Good to see you, how is everything?"

"We're doing alright, how 'bout you?" Maurice replied with a wide smile himself.

"We're doing amazing ourselves." She nodded, and before Tim could ask, Nayomi stood behind her, waving at them.

"Hi guys, how are you?" Tim was about to say another 'great, how about you', before Maurice gasped loudly, making everyone's heads turn.

"Is that a ring I see?" Maurice grabbed Hannah's hand, holding it up to see the ring on her hand, a little blue diamond on top.

"Yeah, we all got these, legal matters are kind of difficult when it comes to polygamy—"

"You're an attorney, baby. Just say we can't get legally married," Nayomi stepped in. Hannah shrugged.

"I like to be delusional and think it'll be possible one day," she whispers to Maurice, winking to him. Maurice giggled excitedly, still staring at the ring in awe.

"It's so pretty. Why didn't I get that idea earlier?"

"Because we haven't talked about marriage since highschool," Tim said with a smile, ruffling a hand through Maurice's hair.

"Yeah, whatever." Maurice rolled his eyes with a tsk."So, where's Marija?"

"Sick," Hannah said with a pout. "She really wanted to come, it's a shame."

"Aww, tell her we missed her, yeah?" Maurice said, and Hannah nodded.

"We'll do that."

"Hi Berdar," Nayomi now said, after noticing that he hadn't said anything yet.

"Hi," Berdar gave her a smile too.

"You seem more chill these days," she noted, seeing how seemingly calm Berdar was being in these unfamiliar surroundings. Berdar just shrugged.

"Ah, y'know. Therapy and boyfriends go a long way," he chuckled.

"You actually got a place? Well that's nice. Seems like it's helping you," Nayomi smiled.

"Guys, guys, let's go to the others," Hannah nagged, already tugging on Nayomi's shirt. "I wanna see if Jess came."

So they make their way through the room, trying to find familiar faces. After a looking around for a while, someone stands next to Hannah and Nayomi with a smile, waving as they come over.

"Hey! You came."

Hannah and Nayomi both look at the person a bit confused, visibly considering wether or not to pretend to know them. That is, until Hannah gasps and grabs Nayomi's wrist.

"No way— Jess?" The person smiles awkwardly.

"Um— yeah, but, not anymore."

"Oh my god, sorry no, what is it, then?" Hannah asked excitedly.

"It's Ley."

"Oh, that's a nice once. Hi ley. So uh, pronouns...?"

"They them." Hannah nodded eagerly, already opening her arms.

"So good to see you, Ley." Ley hugged her back, and soon they're smiling and chatting, catching up on everything that happens.

When Berdar turned around, he saw Tim greeting a bunch of old friends, and only a moment later, he feels a hand smack down on his shoulder.

"If that ain't my bro!" Berdar turned around to see John grinning at him. "Been a while man, how are you doing?"  John gave Maurice a nod, which was returned.

"I'm good. How's Sila?" John shrugged.

"We're not together anymore."

"What? You didn't even tell me," Berdar said surprised.

"Yeahh, I know. Mr together since highschool." John laughed, and Berdar just scoffed at him.

"Aren't you gonna introduce me?" Maurice asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, uh, this is John." Berdar pointed at him.

"I'm Maurice," Maurice proceeded, holding out a hand.

"I know," John snorted, shaking Maurice's hand, who frowned a little."I'm John. Convinced-Berdar-to-confess-to-his-crushes John." Maurice blinked at him for a moment with an open mouth before nodding.

"So that was you?" Maurice looked over at Berdar. "Why didn't you say, Berdar? We should've gotten him a fruit basket."

John snorted out loud once again. "That's best friend business. I don't take payment. I just had to explain bro that he's gay," he laughed.

"Um, actually—"

"No, just say thank you and be nice," Maurice cut him off, sending Berdar a look. Berdar had to chuckle at that too.

"Whatever."

"So, did you guys get married so far? Any plans for babies?"

"Nah, but we're still trying," Maurice said with a grin.

"I swear to God if you don't stop over sharing about your and Tim's—"

Berdar was about to go on about Maurice constantly needing to give tmi on his personal life, when he was interrupted by someone tapping on his shoulder. He turned around, ready to greet another old friend, but instead he froze up. Maurice turned his head too in confusion, and his jaw dropped.

"They invited you?!" Maurice blurted out before he coud stop himself.

"Yeah," Bennit smiled, tilting his head a little. "I guess they did hm?" He then looked at Berdar again, and took a deep breath.

"I guess you still got something open with me. I'm not gonna bother you for the time we're here, I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry for what I did in highschool. All of it. It's not really excusable, I know. You didn't sue me. Probably could've. I would have deserved it." Bennit nodded slowly, looking at Berdar who was still unmoving.

"I hope you got over it. I'd hate to know I ruined your life forever. So yeah, this is me apologizing, I guess," he said. He didn't reach out his hand. Berdar was still in tunnel vision, so it only would've been awkward. When he still didn't move after a few moments, Maurice put a hand on his shoulder.

"Baby? You okay? Do you need an out?" Berdar swallowed and shook his head, finally snapping out of it.

"I appreciate that uh... Your apology," he just muttered out.

"I owed you that much. If I can make it up to you some other way, let me know."

Berdar stared at Bennit, tears slowly coming to his eyes. The guilt he had worked on letting go of all these years was suddenly seeping out the cracks again. He tried to take deep breaths when he realized he had kind of forgotten to breathe at all. He just nodded again and turned away.

Bennit nodded at Maurice and was about to turn around and leave them alone, when a guy with fluffy blonde hair nearly jumped Bennit, hugging him aggressively.

"Meeting your friends?" He grinned, looking at Maurice and Berdar.

"Um- not really," Bennit chuckled.

"What, they're not your friends? They look nice," the guy said, before noticing Berdar being close to tears. He gasped a little and let go of Bennit, stepping closer next to Maurice. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"He's alright, just need a moment," Maurice said, pulling Berdar into a hug. Berdar hid his face against Maurice's neck, embarrassed to be crying in public. But Maurice comforted him, whispering soothing nothings into his ear.

The blonde guy nodded, before looking at Maurice curiously.

"I'm Dave. David long, but I prefer Dave. I don't know anyone around," he chuckled. "I think I got a bad moment. But it's nice to meet some of Bennit's friends."

"We weren't friends," Maurice simply replied. Dave made an "o" shape with his mouth before glancing over at Bennit.

"Why are you with them, then?" He asked with a little frown.

"Had some old business to get done," Bennit said, putting an arm around Dave's shoulders.

"I see..."

"I'm Maurice." Dave smiled, now that Maurice was introducing himself too.

"Nice to meet you."

"This is Berdar," Maurice went on, patting Berdar's back a little.

"Oh what a cool name, is it— wait," Dave looked back at Bennit, eyes widening, "the Berdar that you told me about?"

"Yes," Bennit nodded, looking a bit uncomfortable now.

"Oh. I see. That...makes sense, then..." Dave looked back at Maurice and Berdar with a slightly awkward smile. "I'm sorry if I bothered you. Did I blow up this conversation?"

"You're all good," Maurice chuckled, noticing Dave's doubtful look. "And besides, this has nothing to do with you. Don't worry about it." Dave nodded, then glanced at Bennit again.

"Did you tell them about me?"

"Uh, not yet—"

"Oh okay, then I will," Dave said excitedly, turning back to Maurice and smiled at them. "So, I'm Dave, nice to meet you, I'm Bennit's boyfriend of six months. I came with him to meet time of his friends."

Berdar and Maurice couldn't really look more dumfounded than they already were by this whole interaction, but this just added another layer of chaos tho the whole situation.

"You..." Maurice pointed at Dave, then slowly moving his finger towards Bennit, looking at him with a very questioning look. "You're gay now?" Maurice's voice pitched when he spoke, and he gasped, finally snapping out of it.

"Oh my god this isn't real. Tim! Where's that guy?" He turned around to find his other boyfriend, soon seeing him somewhere who with his friends. Maurice waved over to him, yelling his name a few more times before Tim saw them and came over.

"Tim you won't believe this, we just met Dave, Bennit's boyfriend!" Maurice had a big grin in his face as he watched Tim's jaw drop, just like his own only minutes before.

Bennit was visibly embarrassed by the whole thing now. He was averting his gaze, and if his skin was any lighter, he probably would be blushing furiously.

Maurice only giggled and patted Dave on his shoulder. "Respect for putting up with him." He nudged his head towards Bennit.

"Oh him? He's easy," Dave chuckled. "I assume you and Berdar are also a thing?" Maurice had a mischievous smile, and Berdar could tell with one look that Maurice had found a new friend.

"Both of them." Maurice pointed at Tim and Berdar. "They came as a two-in one, y'know?"

"Wait, no way, you got yourself a double deal?" Dave made a dramatic fake gasp, holding his hands in front of his mouth.

"I did! It's actually quite practical, 'cause 50 percent of the time, at least one of us is gonna be too busy or tired to engage in group activity, so they can just third-wheel why the other two have funzies time," Maurice explained, and Berdar softly hit his shoulder.

"Stop over sharing," he muttered, but there was no real bite in his voice.

"Okay I'm still kind of stuck with the fact that Bennit is here, and he has a boyfriend?" Tim looked over at them still talking.

"I just came over to apologize to Berdar actually, I didn't mean to invade at all," Bennit said now, giving Tim an awkward smile.

"Ah... I see." Tim nodded, looking a bit helpless.

"Did he... accept the apology?"

"Uh, I hope so? He didn't say much." Tim looked over at Berdar, who was listening to Maurice and Dave chat excitedly with a little smile on his face and a slight blush that was only noticable on his ears.

"He seems okay," Tim shrugged.

"I hope he is," Bennit said truthfully. Tim just put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a little smile.

"If he can forget, so can I."

"Thanks," Bennit replied, returning the smile. Tim thought he actually looked really relieved. When they looked over to their respective boyfriends, they saw Maurice and Dave giggling together, being touchy-feely and all over each other.

Tim frowned a little, looking over at Berdar, who was looking back at him that same moment. They held eye contact, and for a moment, they were communicating silently. Then Tim nodded, and looked back at Bennit.

"So... How long have you been dating?"

"Oh um, about six months," Bennit replied.

"Are you secure in your relationship?" Tim raised a brow.

"I'd say so, yeah."

"You ever try anything... y'know, outside of the relationship? For fun?"

"What?" Bennit looked at Tim stunned. "No— I mean, do you?" Tim shrugged.

"I don't, but the boys over there look like they would." He nudged his head over to Maurice and Dave. "I bet you they would seize the opportunity," Tim chuckled, tilting his head. "What do you say?"

Bennit looked at the two at a loss for words, then back at Tim."You sure?"

"If you ask me," Tim shrugged, "I for sure think Maurice wouldn't object. And I'm not gonna stop it. We'll have to ask Berdar, though. I'm not sure if he'd be a fan." Bennit looked at Tim with a doubtful look.

"I don't know... We've never talked about it."

"Well this is the moment," Tim said, patting Bennit's shoulder. "Go talk to him. Worst that can happen is he says no, right?"

"Right..." Bennit clenches his fists for a moment before letting out a heavy breath and walking over to them. Tim followed after him, standing in the circle that had formed.

"Um, baby?" Bennit asked carefully, waiting for Dave to look at him.

"Yeah? What's up? Your not-friends are really cool by the way." He grinned.

"You think so? You get along pretty good huh?"

"Oh totally!"

"So uh... You and Maurice?" He asked, holding his breath in anticipation for Dave's reaction. Dave's grin just turned into a 'caught me' smile, a little blush settling on his cheeks.

"He's pretty cute," Dave admitted, loud enough for Maurice to hear.

"Oh gosh I thought I was the only one," Maurice laughed, looking over at Tim, who had a knowing look. "You're cruel," Maurice said, shaking his head.

"Anything for you, baby," Tim said, resting his arm on Berdar's shoulder. "You down?" Tim raised his eyebrows, looking at Dave.

"You don't gotta ask me, I'm not the one who's new to this. Ask him," Dave said, pointing at Bennit. Bennit looked even more embarrassed now.

"I'm fine with it," he muttered.

"Just to watch?" Tim asked now, almost making Bennit choke on his own saliva.

"What— what do you mean," he stuttered, eyes widening.

"Well you don't have to just watch." Tim shrugged. "What about you?" He then looked over at Berdar. "How you feelin' about this?"

"Definitely down to watch."

"Beyond that?" Tim asked.

"Don't know yet. I'll decide then. See if I can get comfortable." Tim nodded, a proud smile on his face. Berdar had come such a long way to this. Communication was a daily practice for him. "Alright. So? Just watching? Or more?" Tim tilted his head at Bennit again.

"You guys just...?" Bennit was still not fully catching up. Tim shrugged.

"Apparently, yeah."

"Okay. Yeah whatever, I'm down." Bennit sighed. "I guess I'm doing this."

"There's no pressure you know?" Tim said, just for good measure.

"Yeah I'm alright," Bennit nodded. So Tim took his word for it.

After the main attraction was over, most people had caught up and connected with their old school mates, the group left. They decided to go back to the throuple's house, since it was closest to the place.

And Bennit knew it had been a good idea when they entered the shared bedroom, and he looked around to see how spacious it was. The giant bed would definitely be an advantage. The next thing he immediately noticed, were the broad variety of...tools hanging on the walls.

His eyes widened as he took in the picture. From floggers and paddles to harnesses and whips, animal ears and ropes.

"Okay that's crazy," Bennit said, and Dave stood next to him, admiring the wall too.

"You guys are sick. This must have costed a fortune. Respect."

"Do you like them?" Maurice asked excitedly, standing next to Dave.

"Yeah. Can we use them later?"

"Totally." Maurice nodded.

"What's your favorite?" Dave asked, glancing over at Maurice.

"Oh I love all of it. Depends on day and time."

"So what day and time does it feel like now?"

"It feels like crop day if you ask me."

"Ohhh, can I try?" Maurice nodded and looked over at Tim, who went ahead and grabbed the crop from the wall. Dave looked a bit surprised, but took the leather crop from Tim's hands.

"Are you not allowed to take them yourself?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah. But I introduced the idea. I think it's hot."

"Can't argue with that," Dave grinned. He held out his hand and hit it experimentally with the crop, nodding as he felt the sting.

"I like it. It looks expensive, it almost feels illegal to hold it," he chuckled.

"It was a gift. But don't worry, it's meant to be used," Maurice smiled.

"You guys are pretty freaky huh?" Bennit looked over at Tim.

"Yeah. You not?"

"Oh we... I guess a little. But you look...educated. Like you know what you're doing."

"Years of experience," Tim confirmed.

"I see. I assume you bottom, then?" Bennit looked questioning at Tim, who just snorted.

"Do I look like a bottom to you?"

"I mean, you're the smallest," Bennit said.

"Yeah... You hear how ridiculous that sounds, do you?" Tim raised an eyebrow, which made Bennit shut up in shame.

"I'm the bottom," Maurice said, waving over at Bennit.

"Oh—" Bennit looked a bit surprised, but quickly caught himself before making another comment that would just expose him on having little to no experience with guys.

"So I'm taking it the big one is always the top, for you?" Tim asked, glancing over at Berdar who had been sitting quietly on the bed all this time. He sent him a smile, which was returned, so Tim stayed relaxed.

"Um, actually—"

"No, he bottoms," Dave cut in. "He said he doesn't really know how to go about it, so I topped, and he didn't wanna switch up ever since."

"I see," Tim chuckled. "Well that's fine. You can bottom if you want."

"So... You top, then?" He pointed at Tim, then looking over at Berdar.

"How do you even make three people work?"

"We don't have time to explain how three people work, we should think about making five people work," Maurice stepped in.

"I'm calling dips on Maurice!" Dave raised his hand, tapping against his thigh with the crop.

"I'm in," Maurice quickly chimed in.

"You down, Bennit?" Tim asked.

"You mean, you and me?"

"Yeah." 

"Okay, yes. I'm down. What about Berdar? I assume he wouldn't really wanna... with me... Like, I know I apologized and all, but..."

"Oh, I'm alright. I'm gonna have my fun watching," Berdar assured him, a small smile playing around the corners of his lips. "I'm really excited to see you getting handled by Tim."

Bennit blinked a few times in confusion. "Should I be worried?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I'd be," Berdar shrugged.

"Sounds promising," Bennit replied.

"Well then, good luck." Berdar nodded at him.

"If anyone objects they shall speak now or maybe later if they're not feeling it anymore." Tim looked around, Maurice cracking up a little, but no one seemed to be uncomfortable beyond the unfamiliar nature of the situation.

"Do we switch?" Dave then asked, glancing over at Tim. Tim just shrugged.

"I say we just go with the flow, and if anyone's not feeling it, they safeword," Maurice proposed.

"Oh right, the Safeword," Tim chuckled nervously, "I almost forgot about that oh my god—" before he could ramble, Tim felt a hand wrapping around his waist from behind. Tim took a deep breath at Berdar's hug, then nodded.

"Okay, yeah. Safeword. We use the traffic light system. Are you familiar?"

"Yeah we are," Dave nodded.

"Okay perfect. Safewording is always allowed. For everyone involved."

"Do we all stop if someone safewords?" Maurice brought up.

"Good idea. We should do that. Anything else?"

"I think we're good to go," Berdar said, still hugging Tim from behind.

"Alright. We're good to go," Tim said, barely finishing his sentence before Berdar cupped his face to kiss him. Not how Tim expected this to go, but he for sure wasn't complaining.

The idea of having an orgy with another couple was tempting, but at the same time, he was still deeply in love with his boyfriend, and he wouldn't let anyone rush him when said boyfriend was kissing him like this. Like this being incredibly tender and loving.

It's not like this was a rarity, quite frankly, but Tim would never truly get used to it. It was special every time, like he was still the 19 year old boy sitting on his old gaming chair, caught off guard by the unexpected first kiss they shared years ago. The excitement still tingled in his body, dizzying his mind.

"Will you be strict with him?" Berdar muttered after pulling away breathlessly.

"Want me to?"

"Mhmh", Berdar hummed, nodding a little. Tim smiled at him, finding himself chasing Berdar's lips a little.

"If my boyfriend wants that," he whispered with a slight edge, "then that's what I'm gonna do."

He pressed one more kiss on Berdar's lips before sitting up to assess the situation in the room. He found Bennit standing next to the bed, looking behind him. When Tim turned around, he could tell why.

Tim grinned a little, seeing that Maurice and Dave were very much into it. It had barely been a few minutes, but Tim could clearly see the fucked out expression on Maurice's face as Dave was kissing and sucking on his neck, grinding down on him. They weren't exactly being quiet about it either.

Tim thought about abandoning Bennit and joining the two instead, but he held back, deciding it was better to let them have their fun for now. So he instead sat up on the bed, spreading his legs comfortably and tilted his head at Bennit.

"Aren't you gonna come here?" He cocked up his eyebrow, and Bennit seemed to be hung up on the sudden change in tone and demeanour.

"Um, should I, like..." Tim nudged his head, gesturing him between his legs. Bennit swallowed and stepped closer, kneeling down on the floor. Was there part of him that still felt like he owed them for what happened back in highschool? Yes. Was is the hottest thing he'd ever experienced to be humiliated this way? Yeah, yeah most probably.

"Do I need to show you step by step?" Tim asked in a condescending way, making Bennit quickly shake his head. "Then make yourself useful."

"Yes," Bennit quickly answered, about to reach out to unzip Tim's pants, but his hands got swatted away.

"It's 'yes Sir'. And you ask before you touch," he said, voice steady and unforgiving. Bennit seemed to be a little overwhelmed, but after a moment, he just muttered: "Sorry."

"That's not what I just taught you. Try again."

"I'm sorry...Sir."

"Better." Tim looked down at him, waiting for him to act. Bennit eventually gathered his thoughts and took a shaky breath.

"May I touch? Sir?"

"God ahead." Berdar watched intensely as as Bennit finally unzipped Tim and pulled down his waistband, a possessive, yet satisfied feeling spreading through his chest at the look on Bennit's face when he was face to face with Tim's dick.

"Do I just...?" Bennit asked, unsure of how to continue.

"You ask." Tim wasn't being easy on him, Berdar could tell. It made him happy. He wouldn't like to see his boyfriend be all soft on someone else that wasn't him or Maurice.

"What should I do, Sir..?" Bennit asked obediently, not quite sure of everything, it was clear.

"Suck it," Tim said unceremoniously. This seemed to get a reaction from Bennit. He shuffled closer, reaching out to grab Tim's base, and leaned in to carefully suck on his tip. Tim didn't bless him with a reaction, but that didn't stop Bennit just yet.

He flattened his tongue and lapped at the underside a few times, feeling carefully over every vein, before slowly sinking down, hollowed cheeks welcoming the big intrusion.

Tim only sighed a little, placing his hand in Bennit's hair and letting his eyes unfocus at the feeling. But before he could get lost in the pleasure, someone grabbed his jaw and turned his head. Berdar had a deep look on his face, something that wasn't quite jealousy, but they both couldn't pretend it wasn't part of this.

It was something darker, something Tim hasn't really seen before. Berdar leaned forward and kissed Tim hard, almost demanding, and Tim let him. He let him take everything he wanted, muffling a moan against Berdar's lips. Tim hated that he had to pull away eventually, looking down at Bennit, panting.

"Do you know how to deepthroat?" He asked, his voice somehow keeping the sharp edge despite how wrecked he felt and probably also looked right now. Bennit blinked up at him, eyes red and cheeks puffy. Tim didn't believe in something like telepathy or sharing of emotions, but right now he could basically feel the gratification and satisfaction radiate off of Berdar. It gave him a sense of pride, so he leaned forward and grabbed Bennit's hair, pulling him off and tilting his head back.

"I asked you a question." Bennit made a little gasp, sucking in air, before nodding quickly. "Use your words."

"I, yeah I do, but I'm not good at—"Tim wasn't listening anymore. Bennit's head was pushed back down, and he made a surprised sound when the next moment, Tim thrusted forward, and his throat suddenly closed.

It was tight and rough and it stung in his chest before he adjusted. Tim let out a little grunt, keeping Bennit's head down. It wasn't the familiar feeling of his boyfriends, but he'd lie if he said it wasn't good. Tim felt Berdar's hand in his own hair, gently tugging, a silent reminder of his lingering eyes.

Tim let his eyes wander for a moment and regretted it immediately. He let out a surprised moan, hips bucking instinctively at the view. Maurice was getting railed by an inch of his life, legs heisted up, drooling out the side of his mouth.

Tim believed wholeheartedly in that moment that the view alone was enough to make him cum, but still he pushed Bennit's head down more, hips rutting up steadily into the warm heat. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Maurice, who was already on a different plane of existence as it seemed.

Watching him enjoy himself this much did something for Tim. He may be a strict and ruthless dom, but he was a service top neither the less, and did, always would, get off his his boyfriend's pleasure. He panted, grip on Bennit's hair tightening.

"I'm close," he rasped out, before his eye fluttered back to Berdar.

"Can you cum on his face?" Berdar asked. And yeah, he was definitely done for. Tim moaned, the sound coming out raspy from his head tilting to the side.

"Sure baby, gimme a kiss?" He slurred, a little grin on his face showing his satisfaction when Berdar instantly leaned in as if he was starving for it, even though they both knew Tim was the wrecked one.

Berdar had gotten an expert in pretending Tim wasn't acting completely fucked out during their scenes. They found that it made no difference if they ignored it, so Berdar would be ever the desperate princess he loved to be. He kissed Tim from the side, moving even closer, until Tim had to pull away.

"I'm cumming," Tim gasped, pulling off Bennit's head and grabbing his base. He stroked it a few times quickly, rights above Bennit's face, before finally falling over the edge with an exaggerated sigh.

He milked himself dry until he completely rode out his orgasm before looking down. Bennit was a mess. His cheeks were glistening with the white fluid, and he couldn't open his left eye unless he wanted it burning with cum.

Next to them, Berdar muffled a moan at the sigh, and Tim felt contentment and satisfaction settling in. He had made his boyfriend happy and a really good orgasm. What's there more to wish for?

Tim carefully got up and grabbed a tissue for Bennit, helping him clean up his face before allowing him on the bed.

"You wanna cum too?" Tim asked almost absently as he wiped himself down with a towel as well.

"Um, kinda, yeah," Bennit replied, not sure how to proceed.

"How would you like it, then?" Tim sat back on the bed, his attention immediately caught by Maurice and Dave again. It looked like they were at least on the second round, positions changed since the last time Tim watched them.

Maurice was on his knees, chest pressed into the mattress and hips raised up, letting Dave mount him at a speed Tim imagined must be dizzying. It was crazy how that skinny guy was holding up.

"Uh- I guess like, a handjob is fine?" Bennit said, snapping Tim back into reality.

"Huh? You sure? You can ask for other things, y'know?" Bennit looked a bit hesitant before suddenly turning around to look at the wall hung with their tools.

"Actually, can you show me this?" Bennit asked, pointing at something hanging from a hook. Tim got up, following Bennit's finger.

"This one?" He asked, pointing to a pair of handcuffs.

"No the one on the left," Bennit said, pointing at it again. Tim checked his finger again and walked over the the object.

"This here?" He asked, watching Bennit nod in agreement. So Tim took the little toy off the hook, together with a little box from a drawer and came back to the bed.

"We have different sizes, this one is just the most common size we use. But you may need a different size," Tim explained, opening the little box. Bennit's eyes widened at the sight. He had no idea what it was or how it was used, he'd just been curious when he saw the little metal rod on the wall.

"How are they called?" He asked, a bit amazed with the fancy kit.

"They're sounding rods." Tim took one of the sounds out. "They're all cleaned properly, don't worry."

"I actually don't know what they're for, I was just curious. Can you show me?"

"I can, yeah. But since you haven't used one before, you're only gonna wanna use the smallest sound."

"Uhh, okay..." Tim took out the thinnest of the little metal rods, holding it up in the air.

"This one's a beginner one, mainly used for stretching. But it'll probably do. If you wanna try it we can, but to get the full experience you have to be well practiced."

"What do you even do with it?" Bennit asked now, still not knowing what they were used for. He was confused with that Tim was saying. How could such a little metal rod need a lot of practice?

"It goes into your uthera," Tim explained matter-of-factly.

"In my what— into my uthera? Like, you mean into my penis?" Bennit stared at Tim like he was crazy.

"Yes. That's what sounding is."

"Oh my god, no way. No way that even feels good. Nuh uh." Bennit shook his head.

"You don't have to do it. We can put it away. But I heard it actually feels really good." Tim slid the sound back into the box. Bennit just stared at it, not knowing what to say.

"You guys use that?" Is all he brought out.

"Yes," Berdar suddenly said, sitting next to Tim. "If he doesn't want to, I do."

Tim raised an eyebrow. "Now?"

"Yes please."

"Alright," Tim agreed, taking out a different sound. It wasn't the smallest, but it wasn't big either. They'd always start small, and they probably wouldn't even get to the bigger ones today.

Maurice sounded like he wouldn't be holding out much longer, and it got increasingly harder for Tim to resist the urge to throw everything away and watch his boyfriend, drooling over the view.

"Y'know what, I'm just gonna get off by myself," Bennit suddenly stated, sitting comfortably in his place.

"Oh? Why that?"

"It's kind of getting a lot right now. I think I'll be good on my own." Tim nodded. He could respect that. Bennit did seem pretty jittery from the beginning on. And if it meant he got to focus on Berdar for a while he would gladly take the opportunity.

"You want the sound, baby?" Tim asked just to go sure, and Berdar nodded. He quickly stripped his pants and briefs, feeling comfortable enough now. He would usually take some time to ease himself into new situations, so Tim was relieved to know Berdar had grown comfortable.

Tim grabbed for the lube and started to prepare the sound. When he was done he looked around one more time before tending to Berdar. He calmed his nerves a little, telling himself that everything was under control, and he was fine. His boyfriends were fine. They'd all be okay. Then he reached for Berdar's half hard dick and carefully ligned up the sound.

"Hand?" Tim asked, and Berdar knew what he was asking for, resting his hand on Tim's shoulder. A safety measurement they took whenever Tim wasn't confident enough that he could read all the signs and levels of comfortability to know when to stop. Sometimes this was better than giving verbal cues.

Tim started pushing in the sound slowly, and Berdar's hand immediately tightened on Tim's shoulder. But it was more the grip of surprise and pleasure than pain, so Tim slowly kept going. He gently inserted the sound deeper, watching Berdar's expression closely. When he had pushed the sound all the way, Berdar jolted a little, hissing, and Tim abruptly stopped.

"Good?"

"Yeah," Berdar nodded. So Tim went ahead and started stroking Berdar to full hardness. It was a different sensation with the rod inside, making Berdar shiver and moan quietly. Tim could tell he was holding back with the other people around, but he didn't mind. He'd coax the beautiful sounds out of his boyfriend either way.

When Tim started slowly moving the sound again, doing a gentle in-and-out movement, Berdar's hand almost cramped Tim's shoulder. Tim had to stop for a moment, making Berdar whine displeased.

"Baby you'll break my shoulder. I'm not made of bricks," Tim said with a small chuckle. Berdar seemed to understand, loosening his grip again. He tended to forget that Tim was pretty fragile when it came to body strength. He wouldn't withstand his grip for long.

"Just put it on my back. You can scratch me as much as you want. Till it's bleeding down my spine." Tim gave him a comforting smile, but Berdar knew he meant it. So he placed his hand on Tim's back, and Tim had mercy on him, moving the sound slowly while giving him nice, long strokes.

Berdar's legs were thrashing, the double stimulation being almost too much to handle. He loved the sound, had reached realities he didn't know existed because of it more than once, but it could knock him out on a good day. So Tim continued to be very gentle, never pressing too hard, never moving too fast.

In the background, Tim could hear high moans, Maurice was getting close for the nth time that night, before they suddenly heard a stinging sound, followed by a pained cry. Tim whipped his head around faster than he could blink, Berdar hissing when Tim's grip accidentally tightened.

Dave was holding the crop in one hand, letting it fly down a second time onto Maurice's thigh. Tim felt like grabbing it out of his hand and smacking it across Dave's own face, but instead he just spoke in a sharp tone: "Did you get his permission for that?"

Dave looked over at him surprised, ripped out of his tunnel vision. "Yeah, at the beginning we—"

"Did you get his permission right now?" Tim cut him off rudely, a threatening edge to his voice.

"In the beginning he said that he'd be okay—""I didn't ask what he said 20 minutes ago. Did you ask him before you started using it, yes or no?"

"Uh..no?"

"Then put. It. Down." Tim was doing his best to stay calm. He really was. He didn't want Berdar to feel his distress, nor Maurice for that matter.

Maurice was visibly deep in subspace, so making him nervous or upset was the last thing he wanted. Dave obliged, putting down the crop immediately.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking kind of guilty.

"Finish him off. Just don't hurt him, got it?" Tim said, his voice leaving no room for arguments. Dave nodded, and Tim took a deep breath before turning back to Berdar.

The sight was really something. Berdar was leaning back on his arms, looking fucked out, and there was precum leaking out around the sound. Tim pulled on it carefully, and the little squelching sound it made was obscene. Berdar whimpered, his dick twitching pathetically.

"Want a bigger one please," he whined, looking over at the kit that was still sitting on the covers next to Tim. Tim decided to grant it today, knowing Berdar wouldn't last long anymore.

So he carefully took out the sound and set it down on a little towel, before picking out a slightly bigger one. It wasn't that much wider, but it was textured, looking like a bunch of metal pearls on a string. It was slightly curved, and Berdar was already drooling at the sight.

Tim lubed it up generously, looking around again. Dave was being a lot more gentle with Maurice now, which made him feel a bit more at ease. Bennit was wiping himself down with a tissue. Seemed like he's had his fun. Tim focused back in Berdar, who was his main priority right now.

"Colour?"

"Green," Berdar assured, though his voice exposed how wrecked he felt. When Tim started carefully pushing the new sound in, Berdar let out a cry. Nails dug into Tim's back, and he again paused, just to get a frustrated sound out of Berdar.

"Please Sir, all the way, please," he begged, and oh, yeh, he was gone. Tim rubbed soothing circles on Berdar's thigh before continuing to push the sound inside. Berdar was thrashing again, tears slipping from his eyes.

"Please, Sir," he panted out, sounding really close already. His sudden switch to honorifics could mean one of two things. The first was an unexpected slip into headspace, which could go almost unnoticed at times in Berdar's case. The second was his overwhelming desire to be denied. To be controlled, told when he was allowed to feel pleasure and how much.

Depending on which was the case, Tim would have to react accordingly. He had to find out which applied here, because deciding on the wrong one could make this experience disappointing or even distressing to Berdar. So Tim moved the sound slowly, just making little in-and-out movements, reaching out to cup Berdar's face.

"Are you with me baby?" Tim just got a whiny hum in return. One point for headspace.

"Can you tell me your color?" Berdar just blinked at him with teary eyes, gasping at every little movement Tim made with the sound. "Your color, baby. What is it, hm?" Berdar finally seemed to have understood, his brain working hard to come up with an answer.

"Green..?"

"Are you sure?" Berdar nodded. Another point for headspace. There was one easy way to figure this out, and Tim was pretty sure he knew. "Do you wanna cum, baby?"

"Yes!" Berdar squirmed, tears collecting under his chin and falling onto his wide shirt. Tim wanted to lick them off, but stopped himself. Instead he reached out again and began to stroke Berdar languidly earning another shaky moan.

"What a good boy," Tim praised, knowing how foggy it could make Berdar's brain. He moved the sound a bit further, careful not to be too rough, he just had to find the spot. Berdar was practically throbbing in his hand, precum smearing over the tip, making it look even more vulgar.

Tim pushed the sound just a little further, and Berdar let out a high pitched cry. He fell back, trying to grab into Tim's wrist to hold him there, hips twitching uselessly as he came, sobbing through a really intense orgasm.

It took him a whole while to catch his breath again, and when Tim finally removed the sound, Berdar only let out a sensitive whimper. A bit of cum was dripping down the rod, most of it had stayed inside though, allowing for a retrograde ejaculation. Not something they had played with a lot, but it always made for a pretty intense experience.

Tim started gently wiping Berdar down, before wrapping him in a fluffy blanket. "Kiss?" Berdar asked quietly, and Tim quickly obliged, giving him as many kisses as he wanted.

"Feeling good?"

"Mhmh," Berdar nodded. Tim was at ease. He looked over at Maurice, where he was sitting in Dave's lap, who seemed a bit helpless.

"You alright?" Tim asked, seeing how Dave was looking with Maurice clinging to him.

"He's not answering anymore. He isn't talking at all," Dave explained, looking nervous about Tim's reaction.

"Oh don't worry about it, you didn't break him. He's just in subspace."Tim shuffled over to them and patted over Maurice's head gently.

"Hey baby. Are you feeling good?" Tim asked softly, getting Maurice to look up at him. His eyes were big and red, he looked wrecked. "Do you wanna cuddle?" Maurice nodded enthusiastically, making grabby hands for Tim. So Tim moved Maurice to his own lap, letting him curl up comfortably.

"Sorry about the crop thing again. I didn't think about it, I should've," Dave said, the guilt apparent in his voice.

"Don't worry about it. He'll be alright. Just remember that asking once in the beginning doesn't mean the answer will be the same 20 minutes later. It's harder for him to give or revoke consent when he's in subspace. But you wouldn't know that, I suppose. Just... remember it for next time you're in a position like this." Dave nodded quickly.

"Thank you for having us. It was really fun." Tim looked over at Bennit, who was already fully dressed again.

"Did you like it too?" He asked, getting a nod from Bennit. Tim wasn't sure how honest he was being, but he supposed that wasn't his issue to take care of.

"Can I take a shower before we leave?" Dave asked.

"Yeah of course, you can take a towel from the bottom left drawer in the bathroom," Tim replied, and Dave left with a grateful "thanks." Bennit went after him.

Tim looked back at Berdar and Maurice, a content smile settling on his face. They'd had a good time today. He was happy for them.

"Let's have ice cream and studio Ghibli when they're gone?" Berdar asked from his blanket cocon, and Tim had to coo at him a little.

"Yeah sure. We can have that," he replied softly, smiling when he realized Maurice's breath had evened out against his chest. They could stay like this for a while. There was no rush for anything.

That's itttt how'd you like it?I said this already but I'll say it again, this is not canon. They're not in an open relationship and they would never take Bennit home lol. Was fun tho

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