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“Mmfph!” Sapnap groans around the gag in his mouth. The strong hand around his neck loosens, resulting in a whine from the man. The tears in his eyes are welling up, threatening to fall.
“Sapnap’s not weak, Dream. You know he can take it,” a British voice accompanies the whining from the younger man. George’s possessively rubbing circles into the younger’s thigh, as he gets relentlessly thrust into by the blond.
“Ugh, fuck, you’re so hot like this Sap, you’d let anyone use you right now, you’re such a slut for us” Dream mumbles through many groans, his pace not slowing.
George looks over at Karl, who’s sat in the corner of the bed watching their every move. “Our baby just loves being watched, am I right?” He asks the youngest without breaking eye contact with Karl. He receives an enthusiastic nod in response from Sapnap but he doesn’t notice it.
This is how their dynamic worked – Karl would watch, Sap would get ruined and Dream and George would enjoy it. Occasionally they would switch things up, but usually, George liked to take charge of the group.
Karl didn’t like partaking in these activities – he’d call himself somewhat asexual. At the start of their relationship, it was hard – they would try to initiate stuff with him, but he would start panicking. They eventually put a rule in place for communication, and Karl told them.
“I think I’m asexual,” Karl mutters, his three boyfriends looking at him expectedly. “Like, every time I think about doing things I get all panicky and weird.”
“We can stop being physical with you if you want?” Dream negotiates, lifting his hand away from Karl’s shoulder, that he had previously placed there for comfort.
“No- no it’s not being physical it’s the thought of having sex,” Karl explains while reaching for the retreating hand, eyes pleading with familiar green irises.
Rather than joining in, Karl would sit in the corner and watch them. His eyes would move from person to person, body part to body part, just taking them in. He loved it—he loved seeing them all in such a vulnerable state. It made him feel intimate with them, without the need for touch.
George slides his hand from Sapnap’s thigh upwards, drawing patterns and moving closer and closer to where the younger needs to be touched. The latter whines around the gag as he notices George’s proximity. He needs the friction.
Dream slows down his thrusts slightly, to Sap’s disappointment. The youngest writhes against the two, begging for attention. George tuts and pulls his hand away from him.
“Now now baby, what do you think you’re doing?” George asks rhetorically as he pets the younger’s hair. “You’re not in charge.”
“Mmpfh…” Sapnap mumbles, saliva dripping out of his mouth around the gag. He stops his movements after George’s words. He loves being taken control of, especially when it’s George, because he knows physically he could overpower the older despite them being the same height, but the feeling of being controlled does things to Sapnap.
“We’re gonna let Karl decide if you’ve been good enough to get your release,” George clarifies, looking over at the man in the corner. “And then, we’re going to use you, over and over again until you’re shaking. Is that okay, baby?”
George looks back to the man in question. He doesn’t wait for an answer, there’s a safeword — or safe-action when gagged, for a reason. He moves his hand back over to Sapnap’s aching cock, it’s already leaking from the tip, even though he’s been completely untouched so far.
Dream stops his movements now, waiting for George’s instruction. The older is now looking over at Karl, waiting for his decision. Time seems to stand still for a small period of time, for everyone in the group.
“Karl? Sweetheart?” George hesitates, deciding to move over to the quiet man. This isn’t something new, Karl has done the decision thing before, so George is a bit worried about the lack of response.
Karls head is reeling, so many thoughts, scenarios, ideas and flying through his head, not all of them good, not all of them bad, but it’s a lot. He can feel his eyes start to burn, the tips of his fingers start to feel numb, and his legs start to involuntarily shake. He’s looking at the trio now, but he isn’t watching – he can’t focus on the real world.
He can hear his breaths inside his head, he can taste metal in his mouth, he can hear the blood rushing in his ears. This is a panic attack. He knows this, he knows he needs to do something, he knows he needs to say something. It’s when the first tear falls that he opens his mouth.
“Red,” Karl whispers once, it’s barely audible through his tense vocal chords. He realises this and starts chanting, the tears fully falling down his face “red red red red.”
Karl knows this is selfish, he shouldn’t be using these words. They’re not for him, they’re for the others who are actually able to get physically hurt by accident. No boundaries have been crossed, so Karl feels bad. This makes him sob audibly and curl up into a ball, he’s still muttering a mantra of “red red red.”
Almost instantly, the other boys have sat up from their original positions. Hearing the known safeword from Karl, though it was unexpected, it must be respected. George shuffles over to the curly-haired man slowly, not wanting to freak him out anymore – the one who can usually bring Karl out of his panic attacks is Sapnap, but due to his current situation, isn’t in a good state to do that.
“Karl, baby. Can I hold your hand?” George asks gently, he receives a small nod and carefully takes the younger’s hand. “Sweetheart, you have to calm down and explain what happened, okay…?”
“I-” Karl tries, his throat closes up around the words, the tears are still falling, but with the comfort of one of his boyfriends holding his hand, he feels himself calming down.
“Sweetheart, why are you upset?” Sapnap questions, holding onto the taller man who’s sat on his lap – they’ve been cuddling for a few hours, and then Karl started panicking. “We’re just cuddling, nothing bad will happen.”
“S-sap… I don’t want to be left out anymore.” Karl, after a few moments, lets out with a breath. This pushes him to start rambling, “I know, I said I was asexual, and I do still feel that way, I’m just always alone by myself whenever you three are together, and sometimes I feel like maybe I shouldn’t be here, you three work together, I’m that piece that just isn’t fitting into this puzzle–”
“Shhhh, we love you regardless, you know that.” Sapnap interrupts the volcano of self-pity that he knows is about to blow from Karl. “It doesn’t matter if you’re in our bed or not–”
“I want to– I want to join you.” Karl suddenly speaks, looking desperately into green eyes. After a moment of them almost speaking through their thoughts, “I’m comfortable with that, I just have issues being touched in that way, I don’t mind watching.”
George runs his hand up Karl’s arm, comfortingly. “Take your time,” He keeps his entire focus on Karl, bringing his other hand up to wipe the tears from his face gently. “We just want to know what’s wrong okay?”
“I’m overwhelmed,” Karl finally breathes out, his entire body slumping with the relief of finally speaking out.
“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want–” George starts, his fingers drawing patterns on Karl’s cheeks. George pauses when he hears Karl whine.
“Touch me please” Karl mumbles, his tear-dried eyes pleading with the older man’s. “Kiss me.”
George’s breath falters for a heartbeat. He looks into the glassy eyes of his boyfriend, making sure he definitely means it. When he’s sure, he places his hand on the back of Karl’s head and pushes their lips together.
It’s wetter than their usual kisses, possibly from the previous crying. George takes control easily, and Karl whines into his boyfriend’s mouth. It deepens when Karl pushes himself onto George’s lap.
“George?” Dream mumbles, from his position, sitting next to Sapnap on the bed. They had abandoned their original position to wait for Karl to feel better. In the time between then and now, Dream had un-gagged Sapnap.
George pulls away hesitantly from Karl, looking over his shoulder at the blond. His gaze moves over the two boys’ bodies as they’re sitting looking at him for instruction. Dream’s right hand is on his own dick and his left hand is on Sapnap’s. George can tell Sapnap is trying to be quiet for Karl to have his moment.
Karl follows George’s gaze, his eyes darkening at the sight of the two of them waiting for him. “Fuck– Sap”
George turns back to Karl and places his head in the crook of his neck. Placing light kisses onto his skin. “That’s right, you gotta tell Dream what to do for Sap, baby.”
“K-karl… I…” Sapnap starts, but it mainly comes out as a whine, he needs more. He prefers a lot of stimulation and rough sex, over gentle – as much as he appreciates the soft touches from Dream right now, he’s desperate.
“Sap– Dream, choke him,” Karl offers, stepping out of his comfort zone. He’s sifting through his memories of things that George will tell them to do, for ideas. “Make him rut against the bed like the desperate puppy he is.”
Dream moans audibly at Karl’s command and moves their positions to place Sapnap in between his legs. The blond looks down at the brunette and pushes him down so that his face aligns with his crotch. “Open wide.”
Sapnap does as he’s told, allowing Dream to manhandle him into whatever position. “Your mouth looks so pretty around my dick, c’mon show me,” The older pushes his cock into the open mouth, pushing in almost all the way, allowing Sapnap to get used to the feeling.
“Mmppfh–” Sapnap moans around Dream’s dick, taking as much as he can down his throat until there are tears forming in his eyes. “M–re pl–s”
“Uh uh, you’re not in charge,” Dream pats the younger’s head and looks up at Karl for approval.
Karl grinds down onto George’s lap at the new eye contact. George moans at the friction on his crotch and bites into Karl’s neck. The dark eyes staring at him, and the sound of George in his ear encourages him. “Ruin him, Dream,”
“Yes, Sir” Dream grabs hold of Sapnap’s hair to hold his head in place as he starts thrusting his cock down the younger’s throat. Sapnap rolls his eyes back, and his hips start grinding into the mattress below him – the pressure on his dick feels like a godsend.
“Sapnap, such a good little puppy for us, aren’t you?” Karl observes, still grinding himself down onto George. He’s appreciative of the layer of clothing between them, if they were both naked, he would be panicking– too much too soon.
Karl lets out a small gasp when he feels small hands slip underneath his shirt and roam around his bare back. George almost pulls away at the gasp, worried that it was too much– but Karl whines as soon as he tries. “Please, George”
George tastes Karl’s mouth again, “So good for me,” He mumbles against already reddened lips. “Such a good boy, I’m so proud of you baby,”
“Geor-” Karl starts but he’s cut off by his own actions of pushing the two of them down so that they’re laying down on the bed. They end up in a position to see Sapnap sucking Dream’s dick perfectly if they were to turn their heads – Karl does.
George goes back to sucking on Karl’s neck, allowing the younger to enjoy the view of Sapnap and Dream from a new closeness. Every so often Karl thrusts his hips down onto George’s and the older lets out a loud moan. George finds everything Karl does way too hot, even the littlest of friction is enough for him to break.
“Jesus Christ, Karl baby, are you enjoying the show? Fuck– You like watching Sapnap cry on Dream’s dick?” Karl moans at George’s words. Although he started with feigning dominance at the beginning, Karl begins to settle with the feeling of submission to George.
Karl hesitantly moves his hand over to Sapnap’s head, entwining his fingers into the youngest’s hair. He pulls on it slightly as he grinds down on George. It causes Sapnap to moan out around Dream’s dick, Karl pushes him down more, making Sapnap gag.
“Ka- fuck…” Dream mumbles, bringing his hand up to his mouth to bite down on it. The feel of Sapnap’s already tight throat tightening around his dick pushes him over the edge. He pulls out quickly and cums over Sapnap’s face.
Dream groans loud, jerking his dick through his orgasm. He forgets for a moment that George didn’t give him permission and he basks in the feeling of bliss while he can. His hand moves down to Sapnap’s cheek, his thumb glides through the white and he pushes it into the younger’s mouth. “Pretty boy.”
“Oh, Dream… You didn’t have my permission, honey.” George says, emphasising his disappointment. It seems even Karl couldn’t distract him from Dream’s climax. The older’s eyes are locked on the blond’s, his dark eyes burning into Dream’s soul.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Dream’s tone changes, he’s back to his submission. Sapnap is sucking on Dream’s thumb as if it is providing him all the nutrients he needs— “I think Sapnap needs something in his mouth.”
“Gag him again. And don’t touch him,” Sapnap groans at George’s command. Dream removes his thumb and before Sapnap is able to protest, the gag is placed inside his mouth.
“And you’re not getting out of punishment, Dream.” George adds as he flips Karl over so that he’s on top of him. “Karl’s going to make sure of that, right baby?”
Karl looks up at George, his expression matching a deer in headlights. His eyes have glossed over, this is what George loves– he loves when his boys submit to him when he can see it in their eyes. With the addition of it being Karl, his self-control shatters.
“God, baby you’re going to look so good with Dream inside you and—fuck—your mouth around Sapnap. Sapnap’s been on edge this entire time, you going to help him with that honey?”
Karl nods instantly, his eyes flitting over to Sapnap. The gag has been secured and he’s still rutting against the bed like a desperate puppy. Karl gets nervous, he’s watched this so much, he should know what he’s doing but something just short-circuits in his brain.
George can see this happening, so he moves them both over to where Sapnap is now sitting against the headboard, his hands are tied behind his back, writhing for attention—a touch, anything.
“You’re going to lay down so that your head is in his lap, okay?” George starts, explaining to Karl what he needs to do may help alleviate the nervousness. He quickly added: “Make sure you’re comfortable.”
Karl knew that was a double meaning. He knew that if he backed out now, it would still be okay and they wouldn’t hate him for it. But he didn’t want to, he wanted to be fully involved this time, he knew he was ready for it. He’d realised that he didn’t want to just watch anymore.
His nervousness just came from wanting to be good, wanting to make Sapnap feel good, not wanting anything to go wrong. George understood him, Karl has never felt so understood until this moment.
“Take your time, and breathe if you need to,” George continues, as Karl moves into position in front of Sapnap. “Our little slut, Sapnap, would probably cum from you breathing on him.”
“Plmfph,” Sapnap begs through his gag. He jerks his hips forward towards Karl, his dick leaks slightly at the movement. “Khhl”
“Give it a kiss,” George instructs, Karl’s face is now a couple of inches away from the youngest’s cock, and he looks up at him with wide eyes. After a small breath, he drags his tongue up from the base of the cock to the tip.
Karl was expecting it to taste worse, maybe it was fueled by the arousal within him, but he thought that Sapnap almost tasted like his favourite flavour of monster energy. This is probably a placebo of being in love with the man, but he accepts the idea as fact regardless.
“He needs more baby, you going to give him more?” George moans out, he’s stripped his pants now and is jerking his own dick at the sight. The only member of the group that is still fully clothed is now Karl, but he pays no attention to it.
Sapnap is jerking his hips excessantly, Karl knows he needs more, he’s been watching the three of them for a few months, he knows of Sapnap’s needs. So he tries to push himself—he takes the tip of Sapnap’s cock into his mouth. He can feel the cock pulse as he engulfs the head.
“You’re doing so good,” Karl moans at the praise from the brit, it urges him on—pushing himself, he goes down Sapnap’s dick further until it became too much.
He splutters around the dick, pulling off to breathe. “Gnmmpgh” Sapnap groans at the feeling of Karl’s throat rejecting him. White pulses out of his dick before he realises, a lot of it lands on Karl’s face by accident.
“Holy fuck— God you look so good Karl, Jesus Christ I want to ruin you,” George groans, using one hand to quickly ungag Sapnap, and the other to tilt Karl’s face towards him, getting a better look at the mess on his face.
“Geor– Please, George, I need-” Karl looks fucked out already, his eyes are glossed, his lips are bruised, and there are small tears running down his face.
“Colour?” George hesitates, breaking his usual expression of dominance. “What’s your colour, sweetheart?”
“Green, I need you,” Karl mumbles while panting. George takes the okay and moves Karl into a sitting position in front of him. On the other side of the bed, Dream takes care of Sapnap, wiping his face gently with tissues and helping Sapnap back into his boxers—although, with Dream still fully awake, he’s becoming hard again from watching the whole scene.
“I need both of you, I need all of you, I want it—” Karl rambles, grabbing hold of George to connect them once again. “Please, Sir.”
The tiny voice that Karl said that word in, made George almost growl. With a surge of power he pulled Karl on top of him, he lifted Karl’s shirt up and over his head. Karl lets him easily, attaching himself to George’s lips as soon as he is able to.
“Sapnap’s asleep,” Dream mumbles, looking over at the two of them. He wants to touch Karl, this whole time he hasn’t. The urge to pull Karl off of George’s lap overtakes anything else, screw George’s punishment, Dream wants to have Karl because he’s finally able to.
“Wh–” George vocalises as Karl is pulled away from his mouth, and his body. Dream has pulled Karl onto his own lap, and slides his hands up his back. Karl accepts it, he wanted Dream’s touch just as much as the other.
“My boys,” George sighs, as he moves to put his hands on each of their thighs for a moment. He then tilts Dream’s face towards him and connects their lips. Karl watches intensely at the two of them before he drops his head into Dream’s neck to start kissing and biting.
“Are you ready to go all the way tonight, cutie?” Dream asks, looking back down at the boy kissing his neck. His hands travel up to the curly hair and tug on it a little, bringing Karl’s attention back up to his face.
“Yes— please, I know what I need now,” Karl mumbles, his glossy eyes shining with determination. Dream can tell that he means what he’s saying. He shares a look with George, and they get back to their dynamic.
“Dream—” George starts, looking at the two, ”I want you to fuck me while Karl rides me, okay?”
“Yes Sir,” Dream moans while Karl is rutting up against his crotch, making it’s hard to focus. He pulls Karl up, off of him. He’s surprisingly light for his height so it’s quite easy– George has laid down on the bed, leaning up against the headboard— Sapnap fast asleep next to him.
“You gonna be quiet so we don’t wake Sappy?” George mumbles as Karl is manhandled by Dream and placed on top of him, Karl is already rutting against him in a frenzy. He’s almost at the same level of desperation that Sap would get.
“Please,” Karl whines, he leans down and tastes George’s mouth, he pecks kisses down from his lips to his neck. The red-ish marks that he’d left previously urging him to add to the artwork, so he does.
“I have to prepare you first, cutie,” Dream mumbles, moving down to undress Karl. It’s a bit of an awkward transaction, due to all of their positioning and how needy Karl is currently, but it gets done. The three of them are finally all naked, along with Sapnap, who’s still sleeping next to them.
Dream grabs the lube that’s sat nicely on one of the bed pillows– from previously using it on Sapnap. He uncaps it and pours a generous amount on his fingers. “I’ve got you—it’s going to be weird at first, okay?”
“Mhmm” Karl mumbles against George’s neck. George wishes that he had chosen a different position because he would do anything to be able to see what Dream was about to do to Karl from that angle, maybe another time though, he thinks.
Dream prods his finger against Karl’s entrance, he’s hesitating, waiting for any indication that Karl no longer wants to proceed. When no protests come along, he continues, and he pushes one slicked finger into the older. He doesn’t move it too much, allowing the less experienced man to adjust to the feeling of something inside of him. When he hears a positive whine erupt out of Karl after a series of awkward grunts, he pushes further.
After a few pushes, he keeps a steady rhythm going in and out. When Dream feels Karl is getting looser, he attempts a second. He repeats his tactic, stopping for a while, and then moving. This time he finds the man’s prostate and earns a loud, high pitched moan. “There you go,”
“Feel good, baby?” George takes over from Dream, allowing the latter to continue with his task. “You’re doing so well, you’re so pretty on top of me like this. Letting Dream take you with his fingers. Such a beautiful boy, my beautiful boy, our beautiful boy.
Dream fills Karl with three of his fingers finally, getting him prepped for George. The oldest is not as large as Dream in the dick department, so he thinks that Karl should be fine with how stretched he is now.
Dream pulls his fingers out when he’s sure, and he positions George’s dick to replace them. Karl breathes a few times, in and out, and then licks along George’s neck up to just below his ear. He wants George to hear his sounds clearly when he finally has him inside of him.
“Please, now—” Karl whines, it’s cut off by the feeling of George pushing up into Karl’s ass. It’s tight, Karl feels every single movement George makes inside him. He finally feels so close to him, he feels like they’re one. If he had known this is what it would feel like, he would have realised so much sooner how much he needed this.
George doesn’t move for a little bit, to give Karl some time, but Karl takes matters into his own hands and pushes himself down further. He wants George to be completely inside him and he’s grateful that the feeling of bliss greatly overrides the pain of the penetration.
“F-fuck, George, I love you,” Karl moans, almost as a whisper directly into the mentioned man’s ear. “I love all of you, I need more.”
“Jesus— Dream, you better fucking get inside me otherwise I’m going to cum like this.”
“Dr-eam, please” Karl moans, pushing up and down further on George’s dick. It hits the point of no return when George’s dick hits that spot inside him that makes him squeak. Karl makes his movements faster, hitting that spot every time. George is meeting his thrusts every so often, while he waits for Dream.
Dream eventually breaks out of his state of awe at the view and gets to work. He pulls the plug gently out of George’s ass, and pushes his three fingers straight back in.
“God! Just get inside, I don’t need more prep,” George’s demanding voice is broken up by breaths and whines. Dream chuckles and brings his fingers back out, aligning his lubed dick instead, pushing all the way in. “Fuck!”
Karl pulls up from his lowered position, finding that the angle is better that way, and his back is met with Dream’s chest—Dream drops his head into the crook of Karl’s neck and starts sucking marks next to the few George had left.
At the movement on the bed, Sapnap’s eyes start to open and he turns to look at George next to him. “Hi—” He voices, his throat audibly rough from their previous situation. Sapnap brings a hand tiredly up to George’s face to turn it to him. “I love seeing Dream fuck you, this is the best aftercare.”
Sapnap allows George to pull him into a kiss, letting Sapnap take control of it for once. George is a writhing mess at this point, he has no protest.
“Look at them,” Dream mumbles into Karl’s shoulder, looking darkly at his two boys kissing. “Look at how good they are for us, look how pretty they are.”
Karl groans, his movements speeding up, he’s reaching the end. He’s getting to the point where he feels like he’s going to burst. Dream reaches his hand around to Karl’s chin to turn his head and he pushes their mouths together into a heated kiss. Eventually mumbling against them, “Fuck, I love the way you taste, Karl.”
Sapnap sits up from his makeout session with George, and looks over at Karl, he moves his hand to drag up the older’s torso. “You’re so pretty like this, Karl sweetheart, thank you for letting us see this side of you.”
That’s it for Karl, he’s never felt so close to the three of them until now, and that’s where he explodes. His scream is muffled by Sapnap, grabbing his face and pulling their lips together. The intimacy of the entire situation causes Karl to finally burst, white sprays all over George’s chest, and he tightens around George’s dick like a vice.
It’s all over, like a chain reaction, George releases inside of Karl and that causes Dream to finish inside of George. They all flop together on the bed, this time it’s Sapnap’s turn to offer the aftercare since he’s the most rested one of the group at this minute.
“You’re lucky,” Sapnap chuckled as gets up to get tissues & glasses of water from the bathroom connected to their bedroom.
“I was edged so much that I can’t just pop a boner at this sight I woke up to”