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"I told you to stay inside-" Dream's soft scold is cut off by the sound of Sol's knees hitting the floor. He stares in brief shock before squeaking in protest at the other's surge forward, stumbling back into the front door and closing it all the way.
"What-?" He tries to bat Sol's hands away, but the other continues to insistently wrap those long fingers around his thighs. The angel's face presses against his midriff, ghosts down, each breath excited. A moan is muffled into his spandex as Sol's nose meets his crotch, mouth open and damp through the material.
Dream covers his own mouth, parting his legs just a bit more when Sol starts trying to suck him through his leggings. The absurdity of this is not lost on him, but the desperation shocks him into brief silence.
Shattered's voice is bemused. "He missed you, won't you be kind and let him have this?"
One of his tendrils curls around his ankle, winds up his leg. Dream feels overpowered by their presences, so much stronger than usual, the scent of them both hazing his mind.
"He could at least- at least take my pants off," Dream manages, thoroughly distracted and flustered. He fumbles with the buckle of his suit, smoothly assisted by another pair of hands and a sly slide of tendrils along his hips. Each touch is awfully slow and sensual, unlike Sol's desperate attempts to smell him.
There's a resounding rip, and the hot slide of Sol's talons on his flesh. Dream tries to shy away from them, but ends up pressing back against Shattered. He's incapable of keeping track of his surroundings or where he may be moving with so much happening all at once.
"My tights!" Dream protests, his gloves fluttering around Sol's shoulders. Eventually, he has to hold onto them, lest his knees go weak and he embarrasses himself by stumbling again.
His jaw drops slightly open as his cock hilts in Sol's warm, wet throat.
The vibrations from his groan cause Dream to whimper, curling over the other's larger frame and pleading softly as the other doesn't move. His strength is nothing compared to Sol's, incapable of even rocking his hips the slightest bit for friction. It’s utter helplessness, addictive, thrilling.
"Sol, what're you doing-?" He stammers out, his face burning. He can't utter out another plea, speechless to the wet glide of a tongue along his length. A truly pitiful sound squeezes out of his throat, high and whiny, exactly what his roommates are aching for.
Another pair of hands slides along his hips, dipping under his cock to fondle his sack. Dream's legs wobble as the pleasure burns down his spine. The slightest tug, and he whines through his gritted teeth. He chances a glance down to see the blissful, heated look on Sol's pretty face, his mouth stretched wide around a mouthful of his cock. His lashes are long, fluttering just a bit as Sol swallows around him, taking him so well and so happily like it's all he's ever wanted.
"Look at what you do to him," Shattered coos, silken whispers into the crook of his jaw, grinding up against his hip. Something is feeling up his hard nipples through the thin, stretched spandex of his body suit, and he's losing his mind to the friction. A strangled whimper escapes his throat.
Purring, Shattered rolling against his hips. Dream can’t grind back into him, still held in place by their third. "Look at what you do to both of us." is purred into his neck.