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“Matthias…please…” Matthew whined between Alfred’s legs. He was panting, all too desperate, as he feebly tried to push off the man from his twin’s throbbing member.
A loud, wet smack punctuates the older Dane’s shaky sigh as he pulls away from the large cock. “P-please, just…one…more…” he doesn’t finish as he stuffs his mouth with Al’s big fuck stick again. He moans around the long, thick member. His eyes roll back in complete satisfaction.
“Come on, Angel.” Alfred digs his fingers into the long, wheaten tresses of his insatiable partner. “You always make a point of sharing.” He plugs his cock deep down the Dane’s cooperative gullet, eliciting just a smallest choke and a couple of tears from the bearded gent.
The big man—burly and muscled and tall as he was—was shivering when he relents. He held onto Al’s thigh, carrying it over his broad shoulder to give Matthew access. His beautiful slate-blue eyes were wet and big with a dozen more wordless pleas as he attempted to satiate himself with Alfred’s muscled thigh, lovingly wrapped in supple sun-kissed skin.
Matthew didn’t even break for a pause as he swooped in to suck the incredible phallus, as if too afraid that it would drop to the floor. He moaned in relief, suckling more than bobbing as he simply enjoyed having himself pacified.
Alfred throws his head back, sighing through his dimpled grin. His thick, bronze muscles rippled and glistened with sweat after a hard day out in the fields, making sure that everything was clean after today’s egg hunt.
“Sunbeam…Alfred…” Matthias plants kisses on his knee and shin, vying for his attention. His twin had his dick all to himself, so the least his partner could do was shower him in affection elsewhere.
Al yanks the bunny-ear headband off the Dane’s chest-length mane of gold to pet and stroke the man’s head. Moaning and whimpering, Matthias holds onto his leg tighter, nuzzling and licking. The tiny cotton tail sticking out of his ass shook in delight.
Alfred chuckles. There was nothing like having two insatiable muscle sluts all over you after taking the Lent Vow of abstinence. Not that Al was particularly religious. Nevertheless, it was enjoyable watching the other two attempt to commit and trying to hide the times they failed to do so.
There had even been nights when he woke up with nobody next to him to smother with his affection. He heard the sloppy noises of them swapping blows, taking turns to fuck the other but it always ended the same way—both barely satisfied.
The Dane was a loud daddy bottom. He’d tell you where and how to fuck and he’d come with a guttural moan deep as the seas he loved. But in the span of Lent, he had only came sputtering and whiny in the midst of Matthew’s administration.
The Canadian fared no better as he was usually a pitchy, tenor mess when he begs for cock, but even with Matthias’s giant cock and his expert hips, he barely got more than a choked gasp when Matthew finally came.
It became apparent that there satisfaction wasn’t tied to merely the physical sensations anymore. Each men were gods of pleasure. Matthew and Matthias weren’t novices or dumb when it came to all things sex.
It was just that they were hooked on Alfred.
And Al came to that conclusion when the two went off to fuck in the barn. He must’ve been watching them for a while. Matthew was leaning on a post as Matthias shoved his cock in and out. Both of them were clearly frustrated, but the moment Al finally decided to announce his presence—
It was almost magic how quickly and loudly they came mouthing his name.
And that in itself was such exquisite torture for Alfred—his own cross to bare as the thought of the two most important people in his life were tripping over themselves trying to bring pleasure only he could give them.
Alfred pats on the space of the bed just beside him, gesturing Matthias to crawl on top of him.
The Dane delightedly goes on top of him. His massive chest was squeezed in so beautifully by a red bustier with floral appliqués made of velvet. His generous sex was unable to fit the tiny matching thong that came with it.
It was rock-hard and weeping pre all over Alfred’s firm abs. Matthias bears his hips down, rutting on Al’s solid torso.
“Sunbeam…d-don’t ever…” Matthias stuttered—got stuttery with big emotions. He choked and sniffled, planting kisses desperately up and down Al’s neck.
Alfred melts and wraps the big man in his arms. “It’s okay. Everything’s alright. Just a little bit of fun is all. You did say we should do more regular human things, didn’t you?”
The Dane side-eyes. “Don’t turn this on m-me…an-and…f-fuck!” The stutter was obviously becoming too much at this point.
Alfred shushes him, holds him tighter, plants his own kisses with what he could reach. “Deep breaths. Sorry, Angel. Never again. That’s the last time.”
“It better be,” Matthias takes a deep breath in and out. Once he centered himself, he went down on the man, sucking and kissing Al’s pecs and nipples.
“Mattie…” Alfred calls out with a breathy sigh. “Fuck him for me…I want him screaming.”
Matthew nods, shuddering as he lets go off Alfred’s cock.
Near instinctively, Matthias was about to turn and continue to suck his partner’s cock but Alfred held him close. “Nope. You’re staying here.”
The twins smacked his ass hard, causing him to yelp and shrivel. It was embarrassing enough to be wearing slutty undergarments, what more that he was getting offensively turned on by twins?
“Matthias…h-he said I should fuck you.” Matthew pants out. “With him, it’s going to be perfect…” he spreads the Dane’s fuzzy ass cheeks with two fingers. The plugged hole was quivering around the toy.
The Dane moans when Matthew discards the toy. A slow gush of lube trickles down his crack and along his taint. The large man distracts himself with stuffing his face into Al’s ripe pit.
It was salty and bitter and overall deeply musky with the dark sweeps of hair tickling his cheeks providing an almost therapeutic sense of calm.
Matthias moans onto Alfred’s armpit as Matthew sinks his lubed cock in. It already felt different this time around. He felt his spine light up with fireworks, a dazzling fire engulfing his body simply from the thought of Alfred being the one who told them to fuck.
In his periwinkle bathing suit, Matthew’s bottom lip quivered. The Dane’s ass as always been so excellent and exquisite to have constricting around him. The man himself was exemplary in beauty, but because of Al, he finally feels his carnal desires get stoked enough for him to live in the moment.
Alfred reaches for his cock, smacks the junction where Matthew and Matthias met. “Room for one more?”
Matthias moans loudly, spreading his legs wider. “Yes. I want it…I want it so bad.”
“Alright, Angel.” Alfred smiles, kissing the man’s cheek softly.
Like clockwork, Matthew grabs on the Dane’s massive shoulders and Alfred took the man’s hips. The twins went on kissing and nuzzling the hunky daddy’s neck, going as far as making out with whatever piece of Matthias they could find in between.
Al presses in and both Mat and Mattie moan loudly. He shushes them, let’s both horny men take his lips as needed or wanted. He ruts in gently, fucking his cock in an inch at a time.
Matthias had already devolved into some old form of Danish and Matthew was partly post-verbal. They were just two piles of putty for Al to play with and squish and love and adore.
The Dane sniffles and pleads for kisses that Alfred gingerly provided. “You’re doing so good, Angel…taking us in. You’re really sharing yourself like a right n’ proper feast, huh?”
And finally, Alfred moans, sheathing himself deep inside his partner and parked right next to his twin. He takes the scruff of Matthias’s neck and crushes the large man in a hug.
“Oh, fuck, Angel…sweet little Matthew, ain’t he just a beaut?” Alfred gasps, already nudging around and making both men whimper.
“Ain’t you two just the prettiest things.” Alfred yanks Matthew closer, takes his lips like he owns him and for the latter, he would give himself up in a heartbeat.
Matthias squeezes in with his own questing tongue until the three were just a slobber fest of exchanged spit and lips.
It doesn’t take much longer for the hunky muscle twins to start fucking the Danish muscle daddy. They worked an effective, grueling rhythm, alternating their jabs to never leave Matthias unacceptably empty.
With Al’s guidance, Matthew knew where to angle his thrusting. “See here?” Alfred demonstrates his masterful knowledge as he slides in somewhere that makes Matthias weep.
“That’s where we wan’ ‘im.” Alfred orders as his arm stroked the large man’s back affectionately.
“Yes, sir…” Matthew whispers as he takes the Dane’s neck, wants to bite deep into the thick meat. He starts fucking harder, more erratically, chasing his way to orgasm.
Alfred could easily shush him, but it was all too fun seeing his twin unravel with his permission. He gives the Dane’s ass a hard smack, making the man arch his back before shriveling back to the crook of Al’s neck.
“Al…Al…Alfred…” Matthias’s deep voice sounded so much better with a bit of a whine. He was still trying to hold out.
Matthew’s nails sink into the supple skin of Matthias’s shoulders. “Alfred! Alfred! B-brother…” he screams, eyes rolling back as he injects his spunk into the Dane’s velvet-lined orifice.
Matthias’s whimpers as he takes it, tries to reach down to squeeze his cock but Alfred takes his ear into his lips and all thoughts were gone.
It was hard not to have his stuffed hole leaking with how much more cum Matthew had produced. It made everything feel so much smoother as Al started to thrust harder.
“You’re mine now, Angel. My sweet, cunt-bitch Angel.” Alfred chuckles darkly. “You little slutty-ass daddy.”
Matthias arches his back, arms pushing him off the sofa and easily supporting the whole weight of a near-catatonic Matthew.
The feat of strength doesn’t go amiss in Alfred’s eyes as he spanks the Dane’s bountiful ass cheeks again, before digging his fingers into them possessively.
“A regular Samson you are, Angel. Maybe even better.” He near prays those words as he continues to demolish Matthias in every way he knew the Dane wanted.
Matthias let’s out a deep, guttural moan as Al began fucking harder and faster. The pace had gotten erratic but the accuracy had yet to falter. His eyes were wet with tears, lips quivering as he moaned praises and please.
“Yes, yes…yes! Please! More!” He wantonly calls. He gasps when Matthew wraps his arms around him and began to kiss and slobber along his jaw.
“Sunbeam! Sunbeam!” He croaks out almost out of instinct. Even with a softening cock, Matthew easily plugged what he could of himself in, making the Dane clench down around them even harder.
The older man looked so concentrated, if not some degree of constipated even. He was trying so hard to last, reflexively wanting to hold out and savor sexual gratification, if not indulgence.
It felt like it had been an eternity since he had a proper dicking and all the more was he beginning to realize how much of his pleasure was now being dispensed by the man beneath him.
In the centuries he’s known Alfred and the decades they’ve fortified themselves with their consummate adoration and worship, he had blithely given up the keys to his pleasure. In ways, he fears it and, yet in so many more, he relishes in it.
Alfred slides his hands to either side of his lovely bearded face. “That’s it, Angel.” He whispers tenderly with the heat of a comforting snuggle.
Matthias whimpers, dropping to crush Alfred in his mighty arms. Day and Night, Alfred praises him and adores him with kind words and gentle acts. His devotion may not strictly be in matters of sex, but in matters of the heart, no one has ever revered Matthias so.
Was that an equivalence in exchange?
As they churn their hips together, almost completely unaware of Alfred’s twin, it felt like they were once again in a sphere of their own.
Alfred unwraps the Dane’s pleasure before themselves, while Matthias feasts on the American’s devoted, zealous love.
“You can cum…you can always cum as much as you like, pretty Angel.” Alfred pants, feeling deep stirrings as the undeniable pleasure in his loins had transmuted into profound, indescribable adoration.
His whole being was for Matthias. His soul was for the Dane to use as he saw fit. Not an inch of his body was for his own, but for his fair and lovely Matthias.
“Alfred!” Matthias wails as he crashes their lips together. Thick, hot ropes of spent paint their torsos. His giant cock spasmed and writhed, as if screaming in its own ecstasy.
Alfred couldn’t help but moan and gasp into the kiss, relishing the feverish way Matthias dove his tongue in to claim what was always his.
Alfred’s knuckles grow white as he digs into the scruff of his partner’s neck. Each and every hymn he sung in worship to Matthias was quickly taken into the Dane’s own mouth.
His monstrous endowment sheaths deeply into the Dane, cramming into every available space and pushing out his own brother in the process. He empties everything into Matthias, boiling cum filling the tight hole and eating away at anything that dared attempt to claim a stake of Matthias.
Matthew watches the lovers become increasingly transfixed. It was always a thing with them—when the world melts away and they stay in a bubble of their shared machinations. He crosses his arms and sighs in endearment. Best make his way to the shower and start some semblance of a dinner.
“No.” Alfred was able to take his twin’s wrist. The couple smiles at him.
“Stay…” Matthias nods, patting on the free space beside their heads.
The Canadian didn’t have to be told twice as he kneels on the couch. The couple took to suckling on his softening cock.
“Thank you for doing this for us…” Alfred said as he licks stripes up and down his taint.
“It wouldn’t have been as fun without you. We thank you.” Matthias adds before taking the sumptuous cock into his large mouth.
In this space, the couple tended to sound a little creepy, a little too high in some sort of shared mental link, but Matthew wasn’t going to deny how hot it felt and how easily it puts him at ease.
They could always order out some waffles and hot chicken from that gastropub down the road.