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Aventurine turned the key to open the door leading to his apartment. Taking off the shoes, he threw his coat to the side and reached out to switch on the lights. Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the darkness. The gambler screamed quietly, both shocked and distressed, but couldn’t really fight it – as whatever or whoever was waiting for him was way stronger. His heart rushed as a sudden heat wave hit him, adrenaline pumping into his veins… only for his body to crash into a cold, metal surface.

He heard a very familiar laughter next.

“Hey, calm down, sugarcube. I didn’t mean to scare ya’.”

Aventurine scoffed and pushed Boothill away, somewhat relieved it was just one of the most wanted criminals in the entire galaxy.

“Well, I cannot say I expected that,” he sighed, looking up at Boothill’s face. He could barely see it in the dark room, so he turned around to switch on the damn lights. “Although I have to admit, it would be incredibly hot if I wasn’t so tired. Could be a really fun roleplay scenario.”

Boothill chuckled, though he got more serious a moment later.

“I tried to contact you, ya’ know,” he went straight to the point. "I've been writin’ for like three forkin’ days now.”

“Oh, I must have missed it. I’ve been really busy with work lately, I haven’t had much time to text with others. We’ve started this new project and…”

As Aventurine continued and tried to go past Boothill, the cowboy suddenly grabbed his waist, pulling him closer yet again.

“H– hey– at least let me take a quick shower before you fuck me into the wall~”

Boothill rolled his eyes and decided to ignore that last bit.

“Look, sugarcube, I know you’re overworking your pretty rear,” he stated. His serious tone didn't match the gambler’s playful words at all. “And I know that when it happens, there is also something troubling your mind, so don’t make a fudgin’ fool out of me.”

He was sure Aventurine would try to brush everything off, like he always did at first. Sometimes the cowboy let it slide and didn’t push on him, as it would only make the gambler more tense. They’ve been close friends for quite a while now; Boothill knew him better than almost anyone else – his past, his worries, his fudgin’ coping mechanisms that were completely screwed up – and he wasn’t the type to tiptoe all around it, so he naturally cut down to the chase.

When Aventurine tried to look away, Boothill grabbed his chin gently and raised it a bit.

“Besides, Doc reached out to me, all worried about you… like he usually is, but he asked me to check up on you. I thought you agreed to be honest with him, didn’t ya’?”

Aventurine felt as if something heavy dropped on his chest. Guilt, perhaps. Shame, maybe even. He leaned onto the cowboy, pressing his cheek against the metal chest. As the cold steel met his soft, warm skin, the sensation made him gasp a little bit. Aventurine didn’t have it in him to pretend, to play around as this striking, flamboyant persona. Not in his own apartment, not today, and not around Boothill of all people.

He was tired. Thinking – again – that Ratio had enough problems and matters of his own, he decided not to bother him with something so irrelevant. Sure, he promised Veritas not to keep any secrets from him, and yet…

It wasn’t easy.

Aventurine didn’t lie to the Doctor, nor would he try to avoid him, but being vulnerable and open still felt like exposing his own throat or sentencing Ratio to a brutal, unfair death in the future. They had talked through the biggest of their problems – the gambler made sure Veritas felt appreciated and got as much affection of every kind as possible. Still, Aventurine was pretty much convinced it was pointless and unnecessary to drag Ratio down, telling him how tired he was. And because of work? Please. Everyone was tired because of work.

“I just need some vacation, you know, cowboy?” He answered with a question. “Veritas is way too sweet and caring for me to tell him how draining it all is. The project, my coworkers, therapy and diagnosing process… I don’t want him to worry more than he already does. I just…”

As he paused, he felt Boothill’s strong arms wrapping around him and hugging him tightly. Aventurine gave in, tears forming under his eyelids. He wasn’t going to cry, but he grabbed the back of Boothill’s jacket and tugged on it rather frantically.

“I just want to make it all up to him, to make him happy, and I don’t know if I’m able to,” he confessed. “I can’t help but think he’s way too good for me, that I don’t deserve him at all.”

“Stop bein’ stupid. That’s some really stinky cow crap there.”

“Charming and subtle, as always,” Aventurine sneered.

Boothill frowned.

“This man looks at you like you’re the next fudgin’ Wonder of the World,” he pointed out. “Cannot blame him in a way, I would too – but I know you’re a lil’ brat and you won’t fool me with these pretty eyes o’ yours.”

Before the gambler had the chance to protest, reply or even think, the Ranger moved his hands down from his waist and picked Aventurine up to carry him bridal style to the bathroom. He couldn’t really resist – his dear peacock was so small it kinda bothered him when he wasn’t all the way up in his arms.

“That’s a change of mood,” Aventurine noted. “You know I love that, but, uh, I’m kinda confused right now, cowboy.”

“Oh, for fork’s sake, I’m just cleaning the fudgin’ mess before you two do something stupid again.” Putting him down, Boothill reached into Aventurine's pocket, grabbed his phone and handed it to him. “Now you will write to the Doc, say sorry to him like the good boy you are, and nicely ask him to come over. Then we’re gonna do something about your problem, so you can finally have some fun.”

“Fun, huh?” Aventurine purred and raised his eyebrows slightly, definitely intrigued. “I’m tired as hell but I wouldn’t mind if you and Ratio fucked me into the matress. And if you did it really hard.”

His last words rolled off his tongue like a playful melody. The gambler slid his left hand under Boothill’s jacket, boldly looking right into his eyes. Was it a challenge thrown down to the Ranger? Oh, without a doubt.

“If I cannot walk tomorrow, maybe I'll get a day off,” Aventurine continued. “I can always tell Jade I was busy with the assignment of strengthening my trust with you… and Ratio, so that’s extra points for cooperation between the Strategic Investment Department and the Intelligentsia Guild.”

“See?” Boothill grabbed his wrist. “That’s what I was talking about. You forkin’ brat.”

“I have some new lingerie I haven’t tried yet, I’m sure you’ll love it, cowboy~”

Boothill scoffed but poked Aventurine’s nose, seemingly a bit amused.

“Of course ya’ do, princess. I’m only shocked you haven’t sent me a photo right after you bought it.”

“A gambler never reveals all the cards on his hand, don’t you know that yet?” Aventurine winked at him, smiling in that distinctive, cat-like way, both incredibly cute and full of mischief.

That forkin’ smile usually made Boothill’s mechanical heart beat faster – first of all, it was way too adorable. The urge to grab Aventurine’s wrists and pin this little brat against the wall in a passionate, rough kiss was overtaking the cowboy a bit too quickly. He tried his best to resist that feral need, at least for now. He promised himself he won’t be provoked that easily, even though Aventurine knew all too fudgin’ well which buttons or switches should be pressed to rile the Ranger up.

Oh, and second of all, that smile often meant the gambler had something truly devious and insane on his mind. Boothill had intervened and stopped the madman a few times – hence the fastened heartbeat – but he also knew Aventurine had calculated every possibility and opportunity a thousand times already.

In the meantime Aventurine typed a few messages to Ratio like the good boy he was, then turned his back to Boothill and started to undo his shirt. Taking it off, he glanced at the cowboy over his shoulder. It wasn’t a big surprise that Boothill stared at him with a very pleased grin.

“Wanna have a quick fuck before Veritas arrives?” Asked Aventurine, moving his gloved hands down to his belt. “You can stretch me so I can take you both later~”

“Not today, sugarcube,” Boothill said, coming a step closer to brush Aventurine’s shoulder with his teeth. He bit into the soft flesh very gently, very slowly, very unlike him. The gambler whimpered and tilted his head to the other side. “I have some other ideas for ya’ today and somethin’ tells me it’ll make you forkin’ insane.”

“Oh, spicy~ I’ll behave then and won’t do anything on my own under the shower.”

“You’ll behave for now, you mean? No way in forkin’ hell I’ll believe you’re going to cut your bratty crap later on,” Boothill laughed. “Get ready and wear these new hot panties o’ yours. I’ll fix us all some drinks in the meantime.”

The cowboy left, humming, and Aventurine continued with the shower. Leaving the bathroom afterwards, he covered himself with a cream-colored, fluffy bathrobe and quickly disappeared in his bedroom. The excitement was growing both inside and outside him – courtesy to hot water – and the anticipation became less and less bearable. He’d say he could act like a rather patient man – which was very useful at the poker table – but around Boothill he leaned more onto his reckless, hasty and wild side. Their foreplays were rarely long or elaborated, unlike with Ratio, for the cowboy was incredibly impatient. It was fun, the thrill and the fast pace of it all. Rough and intense, just the way Aventurine liked it.

He found his new, pretty lingerie in the drawer – a red, lacy set of thongs and a quite revealing basque; it covered – let’s say – his sides and back with a transparent cloth, leaving most of his stomach naked. He wanted to be devoured by his lovely men today, all the way around with their eyes, their lips and their teeth, so something that would expose his bare belly button and abdomen seemed like a perfect choice. Though Aventurine was asexual himself, he found it incredibly exciting to feel these hungry, starved gazes against his skin as shining eyes admired his lean, frail body. Not so long ago he thought it was the best he had to offer… all he had to offer to them.

These days he started to realize it sometimes felt empowering – and in that good way, beyond the self-deprecating thoughts he faced his entire life. Of course Boothill and Ratio thought he was hot and beautiful – almost everyone did. People glazed his colorful eyes or made nasty remarks about his appearance all the time. And yet, as unimaginable as it was, Veritas and Boothill considered him a friend, a partner. They truly desired him and loved him – and he loved them too, more than anything else in this universe. Aventurine might have been aromantic, while his kind Doctor and dear cowboy probably loved their little peacock both romantically and platonically, but at the end of the day it didn’t really matter to any of them. They all knew they would do anything for each other – which, on its own, was a very scary thought to Aventurine… but he tried to remember about that whenever he spiralled down into the neverending abyss of his mind.

Sexual, romantic, platonic or any other attraction – or lack thereof – Aventurine loved to drive these two crazy, wrapping them around his fingers… or maybe his thighs. It was way easier with Veritas, somewhat trickier with Boothill (now, who was the more reasonable person here?), but he had his ways. It usually paid off with the most mind-blowing sex, so a little wager here or there was definitely worth it.

Putting the lingerie on, Aventurine also decided to wear a pair of transparent, reddish stockings. They hugged his thighs neatly, although he was still very skinny – his flesh barely spilled over the long socks. All ready for a wild evening, he threw the bathrobe on his shoulders again and left to see what Boothill was up to.

“I'm not forkin’ sure if I should look at you now, gambler,” said the cowboy as soon as he heard Aventurine's steps behind his back. “Might not resist and ruin your fudgin’ outfit before the Doc even gets to see it.”

“Don’t worry, it’s hidden under a robe,” Aventurine chuckled. “You don’t get to view a sneak-peak until Veritas arrives. I offered you a nice fuck before, but you refused, so now you have to live with the consequences~”

“Ah, fork me.” Boothill turned away from the counter and leaned against it, crossing arms on his chest. He had a wide grin on his face. “No need to be so fudgin’ petty, sugarcube. We can keep it a secret.”

The gambler laughed quietly. As he came over to Boothill, he wiggled his eyebrows in a very suggestive manner.

“Ah-ah. No way, no more secrets with Veritas.” With a very sweet, teaseful smile, Aventurine stood on his toes and leaned forward, smooching Boothill’s lips with his own. “Don’t egg on me like that. You’ll wait for this meal patiently.”

Fork this cursed smile fudgin’ again.

All of a sudden the cowboy grabbed Aventurine’s waist and picked him up, ready to penetrate the gambler’s throat with his tongue very thoroughly. As their lips met in a passionate kiss, Aventurine let out a muffled moan and wrapped his legs around Boothill’s cold body. The Ranger followed, putting his hands under Aventurine’s butt.

Aw, fudge it all. Doc’d better hurry his ass up if he didn’t want to miss the fun. Sons of some nice ladies, both him and this forkin’ brat.

That was exactly the moment they heard the ring informing them someone walked into the building – Ratio was here already, it seemed. They parted their lips, both men thrilled, yet somewhat disappointed they had to take a short break. When Boothill put Aventurine down, a certain idea popped into his mind.

As Ratio opened the door moments later, he stepped into a dark, silent apartment.

“Aventurine?” Confused, he frowned. “Boothill? Are you here?”

No answer. Veritas reached out to the light switch – and mere seconds later he landed on the floor, pulled forward, as the room filled with both light and laughter.

Aventurine and Boothill lied next to him, giggling like school girls that had just played a prank on their crush. Ratio scoffed, both confused and irritated. He came here as fast as he could, all worried… meanwhile it looked like these two were having a lot of fun.

“I’m thrilled to see you both in such good moods. It’s not like I was worried,” Veritas frowned, glaring at Boothill specifically. “I asked you for help, thinking you would treat it at least somewhat seriously. Was I expecting too much, cowboy?”

“Fudge, I did exactly what you asked of me!” Boothill defended himself.

Aventurine decided to step in before these two got into an argument.

“Sorry, Doc. I guess we got a bit carried away,” he admitted, crawling closer to hug Veritas. He really tried his best to cater for Ratio’s needs for physical, non-sexual affection. “And I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you much for the last few days. It’s all because of work, lately it got a bit… overwhelming.”

Veritas hugged Aventurine back, sighing with relief.

“That’s… both good and bad to hear, if I’m honest. Anything I can do for you?”

“Well… Boothill has another idea here, I suppose.”

They turned their heads to the cowboy who already got up. Aventurine and Ratio followed in his footsteps.

“Marvelous.” Veritas rolled his eyes. “I hope this one’s better than the previous one.”

“Ya’ fudgin’ bet it is,” the Ranger nodded, grinning. “We’re gonna do what we talked about last time. You diggin’ that, Doc?”

“Wait, what,” Aventurine looked at them with a very curious frown on his face. “You’ve been scheming behind my back? What villainous wretches you are."

He sounded dramatic, but in a very playful way. It actually turned him on that these two plotted together and had something planned for him. His dick twitched, as the gambler was very eager to learn about their schemes the hardest way possible.

“Not really, no,” replied Ratio. “We just decided that we need to take better care of you sometime soon.”

Aventurine’s expression turned somewhat confused.

“Huh? But… you already–”

“Forkin’ shirtballs, we’re gonna make you come over and over without you movin’ a fudgin’ finger. Full service for the beautiful princess,” Boothill cut in. “Maybe that will teach you that this is what you truly deserve.”

Aventurine laughed shortly. It was that forced, performative laugher he used to mask insecurities with – something both Boothill and Ratio were sensitised to at this point.

“What do you mean?”

Ratio sighed, a bit bothered over Boothill’s blunt explanation. He wasn’t wrong though.

“Thank you for your impertinent input, cowboy,” Veritas snarked at the Ranger, then looked back at Aventurine. “Look, Aventurine, you told us what you’ve been through and how you view sex because of it,” he followed with some… gentler words, his voice soft and concerned. “So… We’d like to show you how much we care about you – we want you to feel good in the first place for once. And as long as you interfere… we don’t know if that’s possible, considering all the self-destructive and self-sabotaging practices you’ve had for years.”

Aventurine stood in front of them, shocked and frustrated, tugging on the sleeve of his bathrobe with his shaking hand.

“B-but–! That’s…!” He tried to protest. “That’s not fair! You deserve to feel good while spending time with me.”

“Pardon me? We do anyway. Besides, how many times did you neglect your own satisfaction to pleasure any of us?” Ratio asked. Taking a step closer, he carefully put his hands on Aventurine’s arms and pressed a gentle kiss onto his forehead. “It is fair. And that’s not up to negotiations.”

Boothill nodded, proud that Ratio finally set some boundaries. Aventurine, on the other hand, still wasn’t convinced.

“I would actually prefer for us to sit down at the table and negotiate,” he said, crossing his arms.

At least he would know where he stood. Aventurine was good at negotiations – he could deal with any cards on his hand with ease. His last words got a bit more defensive, just like his body language, as in his usual manner he tried to distance himself from the problematic matter.

“Would you like to play poker with us over that?” Veritas raised his eyebrows slightly. “It would be pointless. And you know that.”

“I know I am here to please you, since I like doing that,” Aventurine replied.

“That’s very fortunate. We are also here to please you, for we like doing that,” Ratio repeated for emphasis. “You mentioned how it’s not fair. Now, isn’t that exactly what a fair deal would be?”

Aventurine scoffed but he had to admit Veritas made a good point.

“I suppose so, yes.”

Boothill stood behind the gambler, placed his hands on his narrow shoulders, and started to slide Aventurine’s robe off them.

“Besides, ya’ know, princess,” the Ranger whispered right into Aventurine’s ear. “Nothing’s more fudgin’ satisfying than making a moaning mess out of you.”

The cowboy’s raspy voice and cold fingers made Aventurine weak in his knees, electrifying shivers coming down his spine.

“Come on…” The gambler pleaded, his breath fastened and shallow. “You expect me to do nothing while both of you focus on me?”

Short answers left Ratio’s and Boothill’s mouths simultaneously.

“Exactly.”

“Yep.”

Aventurine still felt somewhat torn. On one hand, being the centre of attention while these two men took care of him seemed too damn flattering. He could already feel his body melt under their fingers and gazes – wasn’t that exactly what he wanted while preparing himself a bit earlier?

On the other hand, he thought he should be used and treated like a toy, not pleased or cherished like a respectable person.

“You don't get it, you don't get it at all. I don’t deserve this,” he muttered quietly. “I don’t–”

Before he had the chance to finish, Ratio cupped his face between his palms and looked at him with the most loving, precious gaze Aventurine had ever seen, while Boothill hugged him tightly from behind.

“Vasha.”

Veritas’ soft words made Aventurine’s heart beat faster.

“You deserve better than that.”

“The best in the entire forkin’ universe, sugarcube,” Boothill added, which basically brought Aventurine to the verge of tears. “We love you, Vasha. And we won’t let you fudgin’ forget about that. Ever.”

Ratio kissed Aventurine. Although the moment was truly tender and moving, there was a burning passion behind his moves. Their lips and tongues met and intertwined, quickly leaving them both out of breath. Behind the gambler’s back, Boothill completely slid the robe off his shoulders and started to kiss Aventurine’s soft skin all over the place, again and again. Aventurine shuddered over these sensations, moaning right into Veritas’ mouth. As their lips parted, a thin strand of saliva still stretched between them.

That’s when Boothill decided to let the robe slip from his hands, leaving Aventurine in nothing but his pretty lingerie. The cowboy felt his dick growing harder as he looked down, all the way to the gambler’s ass and thighs, then hummed in appreciation.

“Holy wubbaboo, that’s a hot and fancy fit indeed,” he admitted. “Good thing you forkin’ covered yourself before. Otherwise I’d bite right into you like a rabid coyote.”

“I truly hope you’ve been vaccinated,” Ratio remarked.

Aventurine chuckled, though still a bit nervous. He wiggled his ass teasingly.

“Told you~ I love spoiling my men no matter the cost.”

They walked to the bedroom. In the meantime, Veritas, well… as Boothill said earlier, he really did look at Aventurine as if the gambler was another Wonder of the World. Aventurine almost felt bad for him – kind of sorry. The thought it was just him that Ratio got to adore so much was somewhat heartbreaking.

As uncertain as he was at the moment, still thinking it would be utterly unfair if he didn’t suck Ratio’s and Boothill’s dicks later, Aventurine grabbed the chain hanging down the Doctor’s chest and pulled it with a mischievous smile. He hoped none of them noticed that his hand was shaking as if the gambler was fighting for his life.

Although maybe fighting for his life was easier than accepting being loved.

“Hey, Doctor,” he purred, leaning even closer. “Did you lose your tongue?”

Ratio shook his head, as if he came out of a trance, and chuckled softly. He grabbed Aventurine’s wrist in order to pull the gambler towards the bed. They landed on their sides, and – before Veritas initiated another kiss – a gentle smile radiated on his face.

“I just love you so much.”

Aventurine gasped, giving in to the Doctor’s lead. He reached out to put one hand on Ratio’s cheek, while Veritas touched the lacy material on the gambler’s chest. He brushed his fingers over Aventurine’s pierced nipples, sending pleasant shivers down his body.

In the meantime, Boothill leaned over them both. He grabbed Aventurine’s hip and rolled him over to his back, wanting to get a better access to his fragile, needy body. As the other two continued their kiss – a bit more sloppy and hungry with every passing second – the cowboy hunched forward. He brushed the transparent lingerie to the side in order to lick Aventurine’s right nipple, where Ratio’s hand was a moment ago. His tongue embraced the silver piercing, sucking on the hardening spot rather lazily for now. The gambler whimpered under him, which only raised Boothill’s appetite. His cold, mechanical fingers grabbed and squished the other nipple, his thumb circling over it in slow, steady moves.

Aventurine couldn’t hold it anymore and pulled away from Ratio’s lips, moaning loudly thanks to the double stimulation. Boothill’s touch never failed to arouse the gambler whenever these cold hands had contact with his skin. His dick throbbed and hardened in the skimpy panties he wore, the bulge a little bigger than a moment ago.

“O-oh, that’s mean,” Aventurine muttered between all the moans leaving his mouth. “You won’t even take your clothes off?”

“That’s gonna make it somewhat easier for now,” Boothill replied. “You’re also still in your forkin’ lingerie, peacock... And I guess we’ll leave it that way.”

“Definitely,” Ratio approved. “You look too gorgeous to just strip it all away.”

Ratio’s right hand – warm, for a change – moved across Aventurine’s stomach and stopped between his belly button and his crotch. It was so big it easily covered the whole area – or maybe it was the gambler that was so small? Aventurine wouldn’t be honest if he said the size difference between him and these two men didn’t drive him crazy. The lie itself wasn’t a problem – he was a damn gambler after all – it would just be a terrible lie.

Aventurine moved his hips forward, as if begging for Ratio’s hand to continue its way down, to finally reach his cock… yet Boothill’s and Veritas’ immediate reaction was definitely a huge surprise to him.

They both pushed Aventurine down, pressing him into the mattress almost simultaneously.

It wasn’t harsh, rough or forceful. Somewhat controlling and demanding, maybe, and yet so hot and shocking… that a slick of precum dripped from Aventurine’s dick, straining the front of his panties. The pink, round head of his penis almost jumped out of the lingerie, which brought a deep blush to the gambler’s face.

“Woah…” He gasped. “That one made me wet. Very… Visceral.”

“What did we tell ya’, princess?” Boothill looked up, leaving Aventurine’s nipple alone for a moment. “Do not. Move. A fudgin’. Finger. You’re here just to enjoy the ride today.”

The gambler moaned, his half-lidded eyes sending a dreamy gaze towards the cowboy.

“You’re insane if you think I can just lie down like that,” Aventurine groaned.

“Ye, we might as well be. So are you. We’re ready to forkin’ bind you if necessary. Just focus on yourself.”

Ratio’s hand didn’t even touch Aventurine’s thongs in the end – the Doctor put it on his inner thigh, grabbing it gently. He started to play with the soft, sensitive skin there, either stroking it or squishing it between his long fingers. Boothill came back to licking, sucking, playing with the gambler’s nipples and piercings.

It lasted for a while. Aventurine gradually felt his entire body melting, shivering, his cock twitching every time Veritas moved closer to it, yet never quite touched it. Oh, they both knew what his weaknesses were, damn bastards. An exceptionally good, pleasant move of Boothill’s slick tongue or Ratio’s caressing hand sent shudders down the gambler’s spine every now and then.

A quiet scream left his throat when Boothill bit the needy nipple. Sharp, shark-like teeth teased and caused Aventurine a little bit of intoxicating pain. As excitement twisted deep inside his guts, he grabbed the bedsheet with both hands, clenching them into fists. The cowboy chuckled, clearly pleased with the reaction, quickly deciding on a bolder move. He embraced the abused areola with his mouth and bit into the soft skin yet again, leaving a round, bloodied mark there. Aventurine couldn’t help but let out a loud, pathetic whimper.

“F-fuck–!” He muttered, his throbbing dick all hard now.

Pain always worked miracles on him, so his penis’ wet head peeked over the lacy thongs at last. There – right in the tip of Aventurine’s cock – was another silver piercing shining in the dim bedroom light. 

“If you play with me like that I might come before any of you even touch my ass or dick.”

Somewhat embarrassing, but it wouldn't be the first time.

“Don't stop yourself,” Ratio said. “We want you completely covered in your cum when we're done.”

Grabbing Aventurine's chin and placing his thumb over the gambler's lower lip, Veritas kissed him once again. When they parted, Ratio immediately pulled the Ranger into a kiss without any hesitation. They made out right above Aventurine’s chest – and it was pretty messy, especially for the tidiness-loving Doctor. Some of their mingled spit fell down onto the gambler’s skin. Well, Boothill had that effect on people – he awakened demons even in someone like Ratio. They were… a very unusual pair, but to his own demise Veritas found this crude cowboy horrendously intriguing – hence attractive.

Boothill enjoyed the kiss very much – how could he not? – but eventually he patted the Doctor on his shoulder, pulling away.

“I know you’re into me, Doc, but we cannot make the princess wait any longer,” the Ranger said with a smirk. “Promise we’ll continue that one later.”

He winked at Ratio, which brought a deep blush onto Veritas’ face.

“Right. I got… carried away.”

The Doctor got up in order to move – afterwards his face was right in front of Aventurine's thighs and crotch. When Ratio noticed that the pierced tip of Aventurine’s penis jumped out of his lingerie, he felt his own dick standing up between his strong thighs. The urge to embrace the gambler’s cock with his fingers – or lick it and treat him with a blowjob – was really hard to ignore at this point… but instead of taking care of the needy member, Veritas bowed his head and started kissing the inner sides of Aventurine’s thighs all over the place.

Boothill continued to bite Aventurine's chest and nipples, now also pulling the piercings with his teeth. After a while his mouth went up – an overwhelming, slow move leaving a trail of spit all the way up to the gambler’s neck. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Aventurine's growing excitement made him more and more impatient. Good heavens, he was getting desperate – he needed a thick cock (...or two) in his tight ass right away, meanwhile neither Boothill nor Ratio even started to stretch his hole. Moaning due to the sharp teeth playing with his sensitive neck, the gambler grabbed Boothill's belt in an attempt to undo it and free his hard dick.

Boothill growled – a guttural sound coming from the very back of his throat – pulling away to grab Aventurine’s wrists and pin them above his head. One hand was more than enough for the Ranger to hold them in place; it was so easy to stop or toss the gambler around – it almost didn’t seem fair. Aventurine's small, skinny frame weighed nothing to someone who turned his own body into a killing machine. Needless to say, it turned them both a lot from the very beginning of their… cooperation.

“Princess, I’m fudgin’ serious with you. Stop messin’ ‘round or I'm gettin’ the cuffs.”

Aventurine moaned. Being manhandled and put into place made his erection even more of a pressing matter.

“Cowboy… Doc… please, I beg you,” he panted. “Just fuck me already. Even without much stretching… I’m sure I can take one of you easily.”

It would hurt, and Aventurine knew that very well. Still, it wouldn’t be the first, second or even tenth time someone fucked him hard without preparation – he was more than used to it and could derive great pleasure out of such harsh treatment. As long as he was filled and full, complete, he didn’t care much about the pain.

Pain felt fair. Pain was exactly what he deserved. Instead of these soft kisses in-between his thighs, he should be used mercilessly, treated like the dirty, shameless and disgusting slut he was.

Fucked all over.

But it didn’t happen.

Boothill loosened his grip around Aventurine’s wrists, eventually letting his hands go. Ratio also stopped caressing the gambler’s thighs, got up and knelt on the bed. Although they had soft, gentle smiles upon their faces, they both looked concerned.

Under their loving gazes, Aventurine felt naked despite having the lingerie on.

“Vasha,” Ratio whispered, his voice as sweet as the most exquisite honey, a taste Aventurine faintly remembered from his childhood. “Please, let us take good care of you.”

“You can trust us, sugarcube,” Boothill added, words spoken in the same, soft manner. “You know that.”

“But–”

When Aventurine tried to get up, they both grabbed his arms to lay him down with utter care and delicacy.

Then, before the gambler could fall into his dark memories, dissociate or experience a panic attack, both Boothill and Ratio hunched down and started to kiss him all over his body: from his bare stomach, through his chest, all the way up to his shoulders, neck and face. In the end they just lied down next to Aventurine and exchanged deep, passionate kisses, all three together, biting each others’ lips gently from time to time.

“You’re perfect, Aventurine. You deserve all the praise,” Veritas whispered in-between. “I could’ve never dreamt of anyone like you appearing in my dull life, accepting me, wanting me.”

A moment later Ratio's hand finally reached Aventurine's crotch, grabbing his dick through the red panties. Veritas found the tip peeking out and started to caress it with his thumb. The gambler moaned under the kisses, trying to catch some breath, while enjoying the pleasure radiating from his cock. The Doctor’s moves were slow and precise as he stroked the head – still covered in precum – and played with the piercing between his fingers.

Soon Boothill’s hand followed into the same territory. Sliding his cold fingers across Aventurine’s body, the Ranger got to his groin, moved the lingerie to the side, and finally grabbed Aventurine’s balls. The gambler whimpered, his back arching a little, but his lovers kept him firmly in one place. Boothill played with full testicles for a moment, then touched the very sensitive spot between the balls and the throbbing dick above.

Oh, Aventurine loved the sensation these steel fingers brought to him. His insides were tweaking with excitement, while his mind was overtaken by the bitter-sweet thrill of danger – he knew Boothill's hands could crush his sensitive cock with such ease. Veritas was, of course, an exceptionally strong man, but the power of a cyborg – someone who purposefully remade his body into a killing war machine ready to maim, disembowel, eviscerate IPC directors – was something else. Even if Aventurine knew his dear cowboy would never hurt him, at the beginning of their relationship this very threat was a huge turn-on for the ever starving, thrill-seeking gambler… and it never stopped striking all the right neurons in his brain.

What Ratio and Boothill were doing now – while continuously kissing Aventurine or each other in front of his face – brought the gambler into some sort of ecstasy. Their hands playing with his cock would definitely be enough for him to come, and yet – even in this somewhat hazy state – he knew they had planned much, much more for him. Veritas quickly confirmed these assumptions, as he finally slid his hand under Aventurine’s panties in order to fully embrace his needy cock.

“M-more, please,” Aventurine begged, slowly raising his hips a little bit. This time neither Ratio nor Boothill stopped him, so he guessed such insignificant movements were allowed. “Faster.”

They obliged. Ratio gripped the throbbing dick more firmly and fastened his strokes, while Boothill squeezed his balls again and bit into Aventurine’s neck. Oh, that one was surely going to leave bruises and bloody marks. The thought of his co-workers staring at these hiccups or gossiping in the corners of the office was weirdly arousing. If they knew their boss not only slept with the genius guy from the Intelligentsia Guild, but also with a wanted criminal…

That was it. Panting heavily, Aventurine couldn’t take it anymore – his dick throbbed once again as the gambler came. Sticky, thick cum landed all over his panties and stomach, as well as Ratio’s and Boothill’s hands.

“Hnnnghh…” Aventurine tried to get back to reality. His body was still shivering under these huge, strong men – it was one hell of an intense orgasm. “F-fuck… that was so good…”

Boothill chuckled, moving his hand away from Aventurine’s crotch. He took a bit of the warm cum from Aventurine’s belly and smeared it all over the gambler’s lips (and so his and Ratio’s lips too, technically, as the sloppy kisses continued).

“Does this taste well, princess?” He asked, licking the cum eagerly. His own robotic dick was so hard he needed to remind himself of the entire plan not to take Aventurine here and now. “I’d say it’s fudgin’ delicious… So now I wanna eat your ass for the entire forkin’ night. What’d you say, Doc?”

The cowboy glanced at Ratio. His huge cock also pressed on his clothes; it looked as if Veritas could come any moment. Holy fork, Boothill would love to take care of his member as well, but as they had planned this evening they had both decided to focus on Aventurine completely.

“I’m sure it’s at least equally exquisite… if not more,” Ratio agreed.

“For Qlipoth’s sake, please… I need your dicks tearing me apart,” Aventurine moaned, feeling said dicks pressing against his legs as Ratio and Boothill lied next to him. Both members were so hard, twitching again and again, which only made Aventurine’s asshole clench in anticipation. “Against the wall, on the bed, mid-air… doesn’t matter, just fill me to the brim.”

“We might have a better idea for now,” said Ratio, pulling away from Aventurine's mouth.

Veritas got up and took a bottle of lube from the nightstand, putting it within reach. Then he grabbed Aventurine's arms and lifted him up with ease. It seemed they discussed their actions earlier – Ratio sat him right on the cowboy's face, which made the gambler gasp. Facing away from the rest of Boothill's body, Aventurine had to admit their plan was pretty flawless – they knew he wouldn't resist a sixty-nine otherwise… which was a correct calculation. He'd love to swallow and choke on Boothill's thick cock right now.

Well, it would be foolish to expect an incorrect calculation from Doctor Veritas Ratio himself.

“I’m happy to hear everything is going according to your plan,” Aventurine sneered, although his cocky attitude fell apart when he had moaned like a slut moments ago.

Impatient as ever, Boothill wasn't going to wait. He was a simple man who hated to waste time. Grabbing Aventurine's ass with one hand, he moved the thongs' material away, spread his cheeks and slid his tongue in between. The gambler whined, his voice loud and high, as his clenching hole finally got the attention it craved. The moment Boothill's tongue touched the swollen, pinkish rim, Aventurine's body shivered and he instinctively pressed down onto the cowboy's face even harder.

“There, y-yes, there,” he panted. “Don't stop now.”

As if Boothill was going to.

Ratio gave himself a moment to admire Aventurine’s reaction. With a deep, red blush all over his face, the gambler was slowly turning into that moaning mess Boothill mentioned earlier. Maybe he wasn't crude like the cowboy, but bringing pleasure to the man he loved so much excited him and brought him genuine joy. It now felt like a top priority to make Aventurine relax and enjoy his free time as much as possible. Gratifying sex seemed like a very efficient way to achieve this outcome.

Veritas grabbed Aventurine’s thighs – fuck, he was so incredibly attractive in these stockings – and spread them apart with a gentle, yet firm move. Aventurine's cock was still soft after the previous orgasm, but it bounced a bit as Boothill did his work down there, eating the gambler's ass out. Freed from these skimpy panties, covered in drying cum, even in this state it looked like a delicious treat.

Ratio bent down and moved one of his hands to the shaft of Aventurine's member. He licked the head with the tip of his tongue, nudging the silver piercing in the middle. Back then, when they had only started to sleep together, Aventurine had been rather hesitant to be the one receiving oral sex. He’d loved to treat Veritas with blowjobs, doing so very often and with great passion, but had seemed somewhat distant when Ratio had wanted to return that. Having almost no experience in close relationships whatsoever, Veritas used to think he was the real problem there... But then again, he’d been convinced Aventurine simply hadn’t  cared about him, valuing him only for good sex.

Now, knowing that Aventurine had assumed the same about him, and that the real reasons were tied to his terrible past, the Doctor wasn't surprised at all… but he made sure the gambler got to enjoy a good blowjob as well. He seemed to really like it now. Ratio just hoped it showed Aventurine that his own sexual pleasure was equally important if they wanted to maintain a healthy relationship.

“Oh good heavens…!”

A very loud moan left Aventurine's lips as he thrust his hips forward, arousal growing between his thighs once again. Boothill was already driving him crazy with rimming, but when Ratio's tongue joined the feast and licked his dick, Aventurine realized he still craved much, much more. The gambler's reaction encouraged Veritas to go further, so he took the tip into his mouth and started to suck on it. The cock twitching, growing harder in his lips, the sweet taste of cum on his palate, Aventurine's needy whimpers… Ratio really didn't know how much he was going to endure before coming on his own. His member pressed onto his thigh, already leaking precum, and the thought of burying it deep in Aventurine’s tight ass wasn't really working in his favor right now.

Boothill hummed with appreciation, unable to speak, but still clearly signaling his approval. He went deeper into the hole, spit filling it and drooling down his chin. From time to time he stopped and slid his tongue out in order to bite Aventurine's butt cheeks or inner thighs. The fact that the Ranger could easily hold his breath longer than a normal human was really handy in such situations, when someone sat on his face, even if said person was as small and light as his beautiful princess.

Feeling Aventurine trembling above him, Boothill squeezed his ass harder and chomped on the sensitive skin, leaving more and more bite marks on its surface.

“Boothill, please, don’t be so cruel…” Aventurine whined softly. “I need m-more, fuck…”

The Ranger reached out to find the nearby lube.

In front of the gambler, Ratio was now swallowing about a half of his cock. Veritas took more and more of it steadily, his tongue working miracles around the hardening penis.

“I beg you, fill me already, please, please, please–”

Aventurine paused abruptly as he felt a steel, lubed finger at his wet entrance, his back arching a bit when it slid inside with little to no resistance.

“F-fu– deeper, fuck–” Aventurine moaned, his hips moving a bit more desperately.

If Boothill could talk right now, he'd put the forkin’ gambler in his place, telling him to chill the fudge down. He knew Aventurine was needy but he could wait a bit and let them do their work… as hot as his desperate moves and moans were, that was.

He couldn't talk though, so he just muffled something – most likely a censored curse – and slid his finger deeper into Aventurine's ass, because what else should a son of a nice lady do? These pretty, slutty whimpers worked on him all too well, he had to be honest.

As Aventurine rocked his hips back and forth, his hardening dick pushed harder onto Veritas’ throat. Ratio gagged a bit, yet he still licked and sucked the shaft on almost all of its length, unbothered for the most part. He grabbed Aventurines’ thighs rather firmly, maybe a bit too firmly, forgetting himself in the act of pleasure. His fingers, sinking into soft flesh, were most likely going to leave some bruises there, even though it surely wasn't painful.

Aventurine looked down, his mesmerizing eyes half-lidded, hazy with overwhelming satisfaction. He reached out to grab the Doctor’s hair and tug on it.

And when moments later the gambler pulled the hair, a shiver ran down Veritas’ spine, his dick throbbing again. It was so hot Ratio couldn't help but moan.

“Veri– Veritas, I'm–” A weak voice came out of Aventurine's parted lips. “It feels so good, your mouth wrapped around my cock like that.”

As their gazes met, Ratio barely restrained himself from cumming onto his own clothes. Beautiful, colorful eyes looked down on him, pleasure and excitement flickering around as if Aventurine was drunk on it. The dick filling his mouth was fully erected now, leaking more precum, while the piercing teased and rubbed against his palate. Veritas grabbed the gambler’s balls and started to stroke them, which forced Aventurine to let out another lewd moan. He was close again, Ratio could tell.

That was exactly the moment Boothill put another finger in Aventurine’s clenching hole.

“A-ah!” The gambler yelled, closing his eyes and straightening up as a sudden wave of ecstasy overflew his insides. He loved to have his ass stuffed full – whether with cocks, toys, cum, tongues or fingers, it didn’t matter that much. “Cowboy, you’re s-so close to– oh gods, oh FUCK, OH YES!”

Boothill’s fingers hit his prostate. As the Ranger massaged it in a rather rough manner, Aventurine withered above, savoring all the sensations that took over his body. He tried to form a coherent sentence but it wasn’t easy in his current state.

“You’re so good, both of you… you treat me so well, oh my…”

It got harder and harder to focus on anything – his nipples were still puffed, his cock throbbed and twitched in Veritas’ mouth, his balls cupped and toyed by the Doctor constantly now. At the same time spit poured down his shivering thighs, his ass jiggled over Boothill’s face as the cowboy’s tongue wreaked havoc around his hole – or inside it, alongside these steel-cold fingers. Aventurine couldn’t help but moan and whimper, loudly, obscenely, as his brain slowly turned into mush thanks to all this divine treatment.

Boothill’s third finger pushed into his ass and Aventurine knew it was going to be his demise.

“Ngghhh– I’m g-gonna cum!”

Ratio let Aventurine’s twitching cock out of his mouth with a loud “pop”. He licked it from the bottom to the top once again, his nose and cheek brushing against the hard, hot member.

“Vasha, look at me,” he pleaded, staring up to meet Aventurine’s eyes. “And come on my chest.”

It wasn’t an order – it was a request. One that Aventurine was more than eager to fulfil.

As Boothill continued to stroke his prostate, Ratio moved to brush the leaking dick against his soft, huge tits (sadly, still clothed). The gambler looked right into his beautiful, brown eyes, gazing upon his incredibly handsome face and devouring the sight of his own cock squished into Veritas’ chest.

It was more than enough – the sensations, the feelings, the pleasure, his body aching, craving, starved – and Aventurine came for the second time that night. More of his cum shot onto his stomach, although most of this load landed on Ratio’s clothes and tits, as intended. It glistened on the bare skin peeking through the Doctor’s boob window… which looked so delicious that Aventurine’s sensitive dick spurted once more before falling down.

Veritas smiled. He licked the cock to get a taste of Aventurine's cum.

“I get that you liked it,” Ratio teased, getting up in order to kiss the gambler right onto his lips.

Aventurine let out a muffled gasp, surprised to taste his own semen all of a sudden. He still leaned into the kiss, grabbing Ratio’s face into his palms. After a passionate moment the gambler moved over to finally fall down on the bed, somewhat weak after coming twice in a row.

“Oh, he forkin’ did,” Boothill cut in and laughed as he could speak again. “These moans were something else, huh, sugarcube?”

“So both of you are fucking insane,” Aventurine panted. “I haven’t felt that good in a while though, I cannot lie.”

“But we’re not slowing down, are we?” Ratio asked, which brought a somewhat shocked look to Aventurine’s face. The Doctor got off the bed and stood next to it. “We’re not done with you yet, my dear gambler.”

“Wha–!”

He couldn’t even finish his question, when Veritas grabbed his waist and turned him over. Aventurine was now lying on his belly, though it didn’t last long – Ratio’s strong hands picked him up, so in the end Aventurine found himself hanging mid-air, his back squished into Veritas’ muscled body. He gasped and wiggled a little, feeling Ratio’s huge, hard cock pressing onto his spine just above his ass.

“You’re incredibly fucking horny today, Veritas,” Aventurine chuckled, although his own hole clenched in arousal at the sole thought of this thick member sliding inside.

“And I’m not alone in this. Blame your lingerie.”

“Oh, I’m blaming it alright~ I might wear it more often if it gets me such a handsome reward.”

In the meantime, Boothill took his cock out. After squeezing a lot of lube onto his dick and fingers, he came over to the other two men. His hand reached Ratio's pants to unzip them.

“You begged to be torn apart before, princess, and you know we cannot forkin’ say no to you just like that.”

Boothill freed Veritas’ cock from his boxers and generously applied lube on it, stroking the shaft with surprisingly gentle moves – Ratio was so hard he would definitely come if the cowboy played with him too much, as tempting as it was. When Boothill was done with it, he then grabbed Aventurine’s thighs, lifted them and spread them apart.

“Forkin’ shirtballs, that’s one hell of a greedy hole, ain’t it?” Boothill asked, looking down, eyes of a hunter shimmering with lust.

The gambler’s entrance – stretched and ready for more – wasn't even covered by these pretty panties at this point. One narrow stripe of red lace ran down the middle, but it only made the sight even more lewd. Squeezing out more lube onto his fingers, then directly onto Aventurine’s hole, Boothill made sure there was a lot of it – he hadn’t prepared his ass long enough to take two cocks effortlessly, so it was important to use lots of the gel now. Heavenly wet sounds reached his ears as the cowboy pulled the thongs to the side and lined his dripping dick up with Aventurine’s needy, red hole.

Then, he teased it with just the tip of his hard member.

Aventurine tried to move, craving to be filled already, but both Ratio and Boothill held him in place.

“Hey there, our forkin’ rules still apply here,” Boothill smiled, showing his pointy teeth in a cocky grin. “You’ve behaved so well ‘till now, princess, don’t ruin your fudgin’ record now.”

“Be a good boy, Aventurine.” Ratio grabbed him tighter, although his voice was still soft. “You want that creampie really badly, don’t you?”

At this point Aventurine was so aroused the sole words were making his dick harder. He nodded weakly.

“I do.” A shaky gasp left his parted lips. “I’ll be a good boy… princess… whatever you want me to be.”

The cowboy moved closer, squishing said princess between his metal torso and Ratio’s muscular body. He kissed the gambler, deeply and passionately… sliding his robotic dick into Aventurine’s ass at the same time.

Aventurine moaned. His frail body tensed, an overwhelming shudder ran down his spine. He put his hands on Boothill’s chest. Though the Ranger prepared him a bit, his cock was still way bigger and thicker than three fingers. Aventurine could feel the pressure as Boothill pushed forward, anal walls stretching in front of his dick and embracing it tightly. With a loud moan he pulled away from the cowboy’s mouth, clenching his jacket between his fingers.

“Are you oka–”

“Yes.” Aventurine didn’t give him a chance to finish. “I want your entire huge cock inside. All of it.”

Boothill couldn’t refuse that demand, although he still tried not to shove his entire dick in one forceful thrust. Instead he slid deeper inch by inch, groaning every now and then, adding more lube when necessary. He knew he wasn’t going to last long after all this waiting – his penis was already throbbing and leaking a lot of synthetic precum. It soon started to pour down Aventurine’s thighs, straining his pretty stockings.

“You’re so warm and wet, fudge…” He panted, tightening the grip around the gambler’s thighs. His circuits were close to sensory overstimulation. “Doc, you gotta join us soon, I’m not holdin’ on much longer. His forkin’ ass is milking me like crazy, and I haven’t even started to fudge him good.”

Aventurine smirked in his usual manner, happy to hear that.

“Yeah, Veritas, I can feel how hard you are~,” he teased with a lewd moan, wiggling his ass and pressing it against Ratio’s rock-hard erection. “What are you waiting for? You promised me that double stuffing after all.”

The Doctor still hesitated.

“Are you sure you can take us both?”

“Oh, fuck…” Aventurine whimpered as Boothill’s cock filled him entirely. His balls were now touching his ass cheeks. “You don’t get it, do you?”

Ratio’s dick twitched with the gambler’s next words.

“I need that, no, I want that. Now.”

Veritas nodded. After applying more lube, he brushed his penis against both Aventurine’s rim and Boothill’s cock buried deep inside. He pressed forward, trying to fit in, yet it still took him a while to shove just the head of his dick in there. Although the gambler’s hole was stretching around them, it still had its limits and it still felt completely crammed. Luckily, lots of lube were definitely saving them some trouble, so Ratio continued on pushing forward. Slowly, his throbbing member was filling Aventurine more and more.

Pants, plaps, moans, curses and many, many other sounds later –  it finally was Aventurine who let out the most desperate, obscene whimper.

He was stuffed full.

By two huge, thick cocks.

Every move he made, every motion of Boothill’s or Ratio’s bodies, he could feel it all inside, against his walls, tearing him apart. There was nothing else on his mind right now, nothing, just this powerful, overwhelming sensation and the thought of being stuffed to the brim. Even if he wanted to ponder about anything else, he simply wouldn’t be able to.

“Fuuuuck–,” Aventurine almost yelled, tears appearing under his eyelids. “Both of you… so deep at once… you’re so huge, oh mmmy…”

They gave him a while to adjust, careful not to hurt him. Aventurine wriggled a little, although he didn’t have much space to move freely; he felt so small squished in-between two incredibly strong men… and it was absolutely exhilarating. His own cock stood up yet again, twitching between his spread thighs. Oh fuck, he had really come twice already, and was about to cum for the third time this night. His boyfriends pampered and spoiled him so well.

“You can move now,” he said, relaxing his muscles. “I’m ready… Fuck my brain out of me.”

Ratio and Boothill looked at each other above the gambler’s head. The cowboy pulled closer, thrusting into the wet hole, and leaned towards Veritas to kiss him over Aventurine’s shoulder. Ratio didn’t expect that, but as their lips met, he simply gave in. A guttural, muffled moan raised from his throat when Boothill slid his tongue between his teeth.

Although their moves were rather collected for now, Aventurine couldn’t help but scream as two thick cocks pounded into him. He looked up, leaning the back of his head against Veritas’ chest, as his eyes rolled over. The faster and harder Boothill and Ratio thrusted into him, the louder he got. Soon he even stuck his tongue out, forgetting all the worries or doubts that troubled him due to his work.

What a serene, peaceful feeling.

Above him, Ratio and Boothill continued their kiss. Looking at them eating each other’s faces only turned the gambler on more and more. As much as he loved when they fucked him, he also loved to watch them fucking each other.

“H-harder,” Aventurine begged, his voice high, trembling. “You pound me so good, oh–”

His dick bounced with every move, precum dripping down the shaft. In other circumstances Aventurine would grab it and treat himself with a nice handjob, but as two cocks went deeper into his tight ass, the thought of it didn’t even cross his mind. He was too occupied with his muscles clenching around these huge members – Ratio’s one hot and throbbing, Boothill’s one colder, made of metal and rubber, adjusting perfectly to Aventurine’s hole.

“And you take us so well,” Veritas said, pulling away from kissing Boothill.

It almost left him breathless – good thing that Aventurine weighed pretty much nothing.

“You really do, sugarcube,” Boothill confirmed, rocking his hips back and forth. “You’re so full now, ain’t ya’?”

The gambler nodded weakly, his lustful eyes still fixated at the ceiling. Truth be told, Aventurine barely recorded their words at that point – his men brought him unimaginable pleasure, so he was quickly drifting away. His twitching insides, trembling body, curling toes and fingers – there was no doubt he enjoyed his special treatment very, very much.

“I– oh gods–” At first that was all he managed to mutter. “You’re so deep now, I almost can feel you– uh– in my gut.”

His stretched hole devoured both cocks in their entirety now. A double set of balls pounded against his ass cheeks when Ratio’s and Boothill’s moves became faster, more raw and somewhat rough. Wet sounds – plap, plap, pop, plap – rang in Aventurine’s ears with every thrust, precum mixing with lube and dripping on the floor. He knew his moans were probably louder than ever, and yet he barely heard them thanks to this lewd symphony. Aventurine didn’t even notice that he drooled a bit – a thin stretch of saliva falling off the tongue right onto his expensive, lacy basque.

As Ratio and Boothill pounded the gambler harder, both of them hit his prostate at last. Leaking heads of their cocks rubbed against it, which forced more of these debauched screams out of Aventurine’s throat.

“G-good fucking heavens,” he panted. “There, please, fuck me THERE.”

Neither of them needed the gambler to repeat that – Boothill and Ratio did what he begged for, fucking his brain out of him. At the same time they squished Aventurine even tighter between their bodies, both of them panting, groaning, moaning. They were close – and Aventurine was also near his climax. All of them felt this overwhelming hotness that was growing in their guts, shivers coming down their spines, tingling their brains, and hard cocks throbbing constantly.

“Cum inside me,” Aventurine demanded. “Fill me, please, please pleasepleaseplease–”

His asshole clenched, his back arched, and then – with a loud, long moan as both dicks hit his prostate for the final time – all three men came at once. Cum – warm, sticky, creamy – filled Aventurine’s insides. A lot of it leaked out of his hole, dripping down Ratio’s and Boothill’s balls onto a small puddle on the floor. Aventurine’s cock spurted right onto his chest and stomach – to be fair, he was amazed by the obscene amount of cum he squirted, considering it was his third orgasm tonight.

Ratio and Boothill stopped moving, staying like that for a while – softening members still buried in Aventurine’s ass, his trembling body hanging between them with more cum dripping on the floor. Every little motion resulted in another wet sound.

“Oh my good aeon,” Aventurine started, still panting after this crazy marathon. “My hole is leaking, isn’t it?”

Ratio looked down. Boothill’s gaze soon followed.

“Yep,” the cowboy said, looking back at Aventurine. “And a fugdin’ lot, princess. You milked us good.”

“Indeed, that was… intense,” Veritas agreed.

Boothill couldn’t avert his eyes from Aventurine’s face. Dayum, he really looked like an absolute mess right now. His face was still red, not to mention he clearly couldn’t catch his breath. And – on top of that – these fudgin’, incredible eyes, for Lan’s sake. The Ranger could stare into them for hours.

“Also, hey, your lingerie wasn’t ripped to shreds this time,” the cowboy noticed with a grin. “It’s hella dirty, but still in one piece.”

“I’m glad you didn’t ruin it completely,” Aventurine sighed. A cute smile appeared on his lips. “It wasn’t… cheap.”

“We’re gonna take care of it,” Ratio said. “But first we’ll prepare a bath for you and clean all the mess.”

“It’s fine, Doc. I like it now,” Aventurine purred, wiggling his stuffed ass a bit. More cum dripped down their legs. “Being filled with your cum is the best part of it all… well, one of the best parts, at least.”

“I’m going to assume you enjoyed our devious plan then, my dear gambler?” Veritas smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“Mmm, maybe~” Aventurine teased, chuckling a bit.

A moment later they all fell on the bed, tired, but ultimately happy and fulfilled.

“To be perfectly honest, it was divine,” Aventurine answered the previous question, snuggling both of his boyfriends. “No way I’m going to work after that though. I’ll call in to take a day off. Do you have any plans or you’d fancy spending an entire day in my charming presence, perhaps?”

“I have lectures in the morning but afterwards – I’m all yours, Vasha.”

“And you, cowboy?” Aventurine looked at Boothill.

“Always your forkin’ lucky day, gambler. I’m still jobless, thank fudgin’ gods.”

Aventurine laughed. Both Ratio and Boothill instantly knew it was a laugh full of genuine, pure joy, as sweet as honey. The most beautiful sound in the entire galaxy.

“Great, I’ll find some good-bad movies for us then. I want a lazy day with both of you,” Aventurine said. “Lots of kisses and snuggles for my lovely Doctor and my dear cowboy included.”

He fell silent for a while, considering his next words. They lingered at the back of his throat, not stuck, just… more significant than his voice could make them. As he finally found the much needed courage, Aventurine spoke out in a very soft, delicate manner – from the very bottom of his scarred heart.

“Thank you. Both of you.” 

He grabbed Ratio’s and Boothill’s hands.

“I love you so much.”

It wasn’t a wager or a daring gamble to guess their answers. Not anymore.

Perhaps for the first time in his life, Aventurine’s hands didn’t shake in front of a life-changing opportunity – for he could truly be certain of something.