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You usually woke up last at the Octavius’s, but sometimes you would wake with Otto or Rosie and get to spend some time together until the other joined you.
This morning, it was you and Rosie, you having slept in the middle as you usually did when you stayed the night, and slowly waking up to her hand petting along your arm and chest. She was always so pretty, even mussed from sleep, and you had simply cuddled into her: tucking your face in her bosom and breathing her in. Her fingers carded through your hair as she chuckled, rolling flat on her back to let you rub your cheek against her sternum before peppering little kisses to her collar bone, her robe having fallen open in the night. Laughing contentedly at your antics, she suggested getting up to make breakfast. You would of course like to stay right where you were, but you didn’t get to help with breakfast all that often, and your belly was noticeably empty, so you complied.
The two of you got distracted before you could even get all the ingredients out though.
What could you say, she hadn’t worn underwear to bed, just that silky robe that had been slipping back open as the two of you wandered to the kitchen despite her retying it, and you had been enticed.
You were always eager to worship her, always stunned by her delicate but certain beauty, and your hands were reverent as you ran them along her slim waist from where you stood behind her, chin tucked just over her shoulder. You were barely taller than her. She had turned to stroke you as well, catching you in a sweet kiss despite not having brushed either of your teeth yet, but neither of you minded.
When you ran out of air you kissed along her jaw, down her throat to her collar bones where you gently sucked at them unlike the little butterfly kisses not long ago, and she brought a knuckle between her teeth, sighing sweetly at the attention. Her free hand smoothed up your back to gently scratch her fingernails through the hair at the nape of your neck as your hands wandered, your right rubbing your thumb into the gentle dip of her hip while the left found her breast, kneading it in your palm and drawing quiet sounds from her. There was no rush as you dragged your lips down her body, fingers teasing along her ribs as you sucked a nipple into your mouth and gave the other a gentle, rolling pinch. She urged you on with little ‘yes’s and ‘that’s it’s, voice soft with residual sleepiness and steadily growing arousal, her lidded green eyes watching you with interest. You untied the belt of her robe to let it slide fully open and kissed down her belly as you slowly sunk to your knees despite the hardwood floor, stroking your palms up her legs along her inner things to hold her hips. She nodded her assent as you sought permission with your gaze, breathing little puffs of hot air near her sex.
Head between her thighs, you pressed small kisses up the sensitive skin against your cheek, closer and closer to her heat until your nose brushed her wet folds and you ran your tongue across them. A hand came to curl her fingers in your hair, not demanding but still holding you in place as if you would try to pull away. You had no intention of doing so, reveling in the weak sounds that escaped her lips when you sucked softly at her clit, her trimmed hair tickling your nose. The taste of her on your tongue was faintly sweet yet somewhat salty, her scent a different musk than Otto’s but just as enticing as you licked through the center of her folds to find the source of her nectar and got rewarded with a shaky moan from above you.
“That’s it sweetheart, good boy” she was murmuring as you licked inside her, groaning at her praise. Eager to please. Pupils already blown wide when you looked up at her through your lashes, nostrils flaring as you sucked in a breath only to pant hotly against her opening. Her eyes closed and head tilted back as you pressed deeper, jaw flexing and your own eyes fluttering shut, brows creased as you tried not to get distracted by your hardening cock tenting your briefs. Needy thing, you chided it in your mind.
Rosie’s hips gently rocked into your face, clit rubbing against your nose and making her hum in pleasure, voice like honey shimmering in the light. You had no qualms over being starved of oxygen, in fact encouraging it, holding onto her waist and sucking in only enough air to keep lapping her juices up with a fervour that she certainly seemed to enjoy.
You were so caught up in pleasuring her that you didn’t hear her husband’s footsteps as he padded down the short hall from the bedroom.
You did hear his hum of content surprise though.
Rosie gripped your hair a little tighter to keep you where you were when you tried to turn to look, and your erection bobbed in it’s loose confines as a small whimper escaped you.
“Well, I see someone is eating breakfast without me” Otto said, low voice gravelly with sleep and arousal alike.
Rosie tittered at his words, and you listened closely to him approach, face flushed, trying and failing to keep on task.
“Is he doing a good job?” the older man asked his wife, sidling next her and pressing a kiss to her cheek, a warm, massive hand coming to gently grip the back of your neck. The touch lit your nerves on fire, his hold careful but deliciously firm.
“Mmm” Rosie said sweetly. “You’re distracting him.”
You started up again with renewed determination, eyes shut against the blood rushing in your ears but still able to hear them kiss above you, the gentle sighs and quiet sounds of their mouths.
“Fuck,” she whispered in a rare curse when they parted, and you could feel rather than see Otto’s eyes on you. His fingers pressed a little harder into your neck before his hand slipped higher and took the place of Rosie’s, hers going to grip the counter as he used the newfound leverage to smother you by pulling you impossibly closer against her cunt.
The sound that eked out of you was really rather pathetic.
“Looks good down there, doesn’t he?” Otto mused, and you cracked your eyes open, the sight of them looking down at you like that almost too much to bear. “Are you certain he can breathe?”
Now that just wasn’t fair.
The deep red of your face wasn’t just from the lack of oxygen.
“Don’t let him stop” Rosie panted, her tone high and familiar.
“Wouldn’t dream of it” Otto said with a knowing smile. They knew exactly what they were doing to you, teasing you like this.
Slick ran down your chin, Rosie’s dripping wetness and your spit alike, your breaths more ragged than hers as you struggled to breathe around her swollen lips. It wouldn’t be hard to bring her to completion within moments if you focused on her clit, but Otto was making you work for it, holding you still while she ground herself on your flushed face and gasped and moaned. Your tongue ached something fierce, but you kept going, leaking precum in your desperation, needy for her release.
She whimpered both your and Otto’s names, legs flexing and toes curling under the growing power of her impending orgasm, breath and voice hitching as her husband turned his head to suck kisses along her throat.
“So close, I’m close” she panted, and suddenly there were two hands in your hair as she gripped you again near frantically. As if it hadn’t been messy enough when you’d woken up.
You licked inside her with deep, rough strokes of your tongue through her desperate words, feeling the way her muscles seized and her wetness smeared all over your mouth and chin, one sticky bead rolling down over your adam’s apple. Her thighs squeezed your head and she let out a high whine before her voice caught in her throat and she was coming hard, cunt clenching in rhythmic pulses and clit throbbing.
“That’s it,” Otto breathed, something close to a growl.
Crushed so firmly against her pussy, you couldn’t breathe at all as she rode out her orgasm, moaning breathlessly when she came over the crest and her muscle slowly eased. System flushed with feel-good chemicals.
Otto gently released your hair, hand smoothing down to the curve of your shoulder while Rosie simply loosened her grip and you pulled away just enough to gulp in lungfuls of air.
“Good boy” she cooed down at you, letting go to card her fingers through your hair, brushing it back.
You must have looked a mess, face shining with slick and little tears you hadn’t even noticed until now prickling the corners of your eyes, face unbearably hot. Still, they looked at you like you were something precious.
“You okay there, sweetheart?” Otto asked, brushing the backs of his fingers along your cheek.
You nodded, panting. “Y-yeah.”
“Certainly one way to start the morning” Rosie said breathlessly as she let her full weight lean against the kitchen counter with a laugh.
“Mm, I don’t think we’re quite finished with you though” Otto said to you, lovely brown eyes dark with intent. “Don’t you think he deserves a reward, dear?”
“Why of course.”
You glanced between the two of them, excited and nervous as Rosie straightened up and lazily tied the sash of her robe, leaving you sat on your knees awaiting instruction while you wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. You didn’t end up needing any though, as Otto bent down and took you securely by the waist to lift you up with impressively minimal effort and turn and set you upon the kitchen counter. Your erection suddenly seemed a lot more urgent now that the focus was on you, a small wet spot darkening the fabric of your briefs at the tip of you cock.
Otto caught your mouth with his lips, warm and soft but the perfect amount of demanding as he licked into you and chased Rosie’s taste on your tongue with a small groan. His broad hands stroked over your chest down to the hem of the t shirt you’d worn to bed, slipping up under it to roam over your belly and sides. Then as one hand reach up to play with your right nipple, the other wandered low to massage your cock through your underwear and illicit a small whimper from you, relief bleeding into your tone. His lips trailed to your jaw, scraping his teeth along it as he drew your shirt up your torso, pulling away to tug it over your head and toss it upon the counter next to you. Next to the both of you you heard Rosie chuckle softly, a dainty hand tracing along Otto’s thick arm, bare from his undershirt.
Rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefingers, he sealed his mouth to yours, blunt teeth catching on your lower lip and making you breathe weakly through your nose in little puffs of air that blew across his cheek. His left hand stroked up over your shoulder to tangle in your hair and gently pull your head back, revealing the column of your throat for him to mouth at with well placed sucks and almost-bites. The thumbnail of his free hand teased small circles around your nipple, your back arching and a low whine bubbling out of you as Rosie reached a hand between the two of you to roll your cock and balls in her palm, leaning in with a pleased hum.
“Please,” you wheedled, sucking your lower lip between your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut as your cock throbbed in Rosie’s grasp, able to feel Otto smile against your skin before he turned to catch her gaze.
“Shall I?” he asked, voice husky with arousal but tone level and easy like he wasn’t picking you apart for fun, holding you by your hips to keep you still.
Rosie always seemed delighted at having the last say, and luckily for you, she was more often than not merciful, as her sweet green eyes found yours and you were given a pitying smile. “He’s been so good for us,” she said, petting your flushed cheek and brushing your hair with her fingers. “Let him have his treat.”
Otto’s grin turned wry as he tugged on your briefs and you shifted your weight back on your hands to help him slip them over the curve of your ass and down your legs, dropping them to the floor. The counter was chilly, and you jumped a little as it touched your bare flesh, but you couldn’t be exceptionally bothered when Otto was sinking to his knees; the sight setting your nerves on fire. His hand dwarfed you when he gave your twitching cock a few slow pumps, palm rough and hot, and your legs strained as you moaned and fought the urge to squeeze them together shyly.
“Sensitive” Otto murmured, eyes glittering with mirth and lips parted in desire, leaning in to lick along the length of you, the pad of his thumb pressed to your frenulum. His left hand came to tug gently at your balls, and he licked over those too before shifting his hold on your cock to take you by the base and angle it forward to suckle on the flushed head, tongue laving over your slit. You covered your mouth in embarrassment from the sounds in your throat, gaze caught in his dark eyes before they fluttered shut and he urged your legs onto his shoulders, toes curling as he swallowed you down.
“Let him hear you,” Rosie encouraged, barely having to touch the hand holding your noises back for you to drop it. “Don’t you want him to know how much you like it?”
“Yes” you choked, the blush burning your face and ears spreading down your neck, eyes glassy as you watched him. His copper hair mussed from sleep, eyes shut in concentration, nostrils flaring as he breathed. His soft lips were a gentle seal around the girth of your cock, and his cheeks hollowed when he sucked, tonguing the fat vein along your underside as he bobbed his head slowly.
Rosie was right-handed, but she used her left to idly touch herself while her right snaked around you to tickle her fingertips along your belly and hip, her body tucked against yours. Her silk robe was cool upon your bare skin, and her lips were gentle as she pressed featherlight kisses to your shoulder, eyeing her husband between your legs. He took you to the hilt, lower lids creasing as he let you into his throat, tight and surrounding. You always got red and teary eyed when you deepthroated, but Otto had practice: taking even, measured breaths each time he pulled back and only gagging occasionally when he lingered too long with his crooked nose pressed flush against you. You gripped the lip of the counter tight, chest heaving as you panted softly through your moans of pleasure, Otto’s breath hot and wet when he pulled off for a small break, resting the heaviness of you cock upon his tongue as his blown pupils looked up at you. It only spurred you on, how much he seemed to be enjoying it, and you didn’t break eye contact as he focused on your swollen head, circling his tongue around it and suckling coaxingly, playing with your balls and rubbing a soothing pattern into your hip with his thumb.
The pitiful sound you made was pleading as he toyed your weeping slit across his soft lips, and he flashed you a coy smile before he got to work sucking you in earnest, making your toes curl and your head fall back slightly with a groan.
“Yes. Yes. Otto,” you wheezed, taking Rosie’s hand and squeezing it as you bit your lip against the ragged beat of your heart throbbing in your cock. “Rosiiie.”
“That’s it dear,” she murmured in your ear, and you could hear the quiet, slick noise of her fingering herself. “My Otto knows how to take care of you, doesn’t he?”
Her voice was husky, and you nodded without hesitation.
The older man wasn’t deterred even as your hips started to rock into him, your heels digging into his back for leverage. He simply held them tight in his hands and sucked you hot and eager, the soft groan here and there thrumming along the length of you. His mouth was a hot, wet, vacuum intent on leading you to the edge, you had no reason to resist the mounting pleasure as his skilled tongue lapped at you, breaths heavy as he huffed through his nose.
“Fuck, fuck,” you gaped, barely able to keep your eyes open to watch but just as desperate for the view as you were for Otto’s little approving hums, twitching as you leaked precum across his tongue. The flat of it roved over your slit like he was chasing the taste, the moan he let out unreasonably attractive to your ears. Rosie’s too, as she hummed weakly in reply.
“You close, sweetheart?” she cooed knowingly at the way your gut clenched, fire racing up your legs to pool in your belly and pulse through your cock. She was right of course, and you told her as much, expecting Otto to pull back a bit to avoid your come shooting down his throat: but instead he doubled down, choking himself on your cock and surprising you into senseless curses and whimpers of his name. His hazy eyes glittered with determination when he looked up at you again, grip on your hips keeping you from well and truly choking him as your hips jerked and your gasp was cut short as you tumbled over the edge hard and fast.
Your legs and belly tightened, cock throbbing and pulsing as you came down his throat, his nostrils flaring and adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed everything you had to give. You couldn’t even close you eyes or look away, caught in his intent gaze and mouth hanging open in a silent cry. Ability to breathe coming back to you, you gulped in great breaths of air while he milked you in much softer sucks to accommodate your oversensitivity, looking quite pleased with his work.
“Jesus Christ, Otto” you croaked, body sagging as he finally came off you and pushed himself up, grimacing as his knees popped. He dared lick his lips, like the cat that got the damn cream, and Rosie laughed blissfully at the look of mild indignation on your face.
“We’ll have to shower after breakfast, I imagine” she said, and yeah, now that they weren’t rocking your entire world: you could smell the distinctive musk of your activities.
“I’ve just had mine” Otto remarked, and you made a halfhearted sound of disgust, giving him a playful shove as the three of you giggled.
“Do you uh, want help with that?” you asked as you pointedly eyed his thick cock trying valiantly to escape his boxer briefs.
He mumbled a noncommittal noise, sort of shrugging. “It’s too early in the morning for me, I’m plenty satisfied.”
“Alright.”
“I’ll be back in a minute, you two. I need to wash up before I start breakfast” Rosie said, kissing you both on the cheek in turn and stepping around you to head to the bathroom while you slipped off the counter to fetch your underwear and pull them back up.
Otto retrieved a clean washcloth from the little drawer they were stored in and turned the tap on cold to wet it before squeezing the excess water out and coming back over, gently tipping your chin up with his fingers.
“Here,” he murmured as he wiped your face down, dabbing it dry with the half of the cloth he didn’t soak under the faucet once he was done. You smiled at the attention, hands finding his thick waist, and chuckled as he wiped his own mouth when he deemed you taken care of.
All that really had to be done today was Rosie grading some papers and you three getting a few things from the store; you had the whole day to yourselves. It was a rare treat, and you planned to treasure it.
You wouldn’t have it any other way.