Bowie chuckled. "Oh yes, he knows you well, doesn't he, Paul?"
Paul nodded, giving him a grin. "He does. He does."
Bowie grinned, handing him the controller before slowly working the plug into Paul. Paul hummed as it slid in, body taking it easily, eagerly.
"Oh, beautiful. Perfect. My pretty Pets, all filled for me." Bowie nudged his plug. "Play with the controls a little, Peter."
"Oh. O...okay." He turned the vibrating one, twisting it to high and then slowly bringing it down, listening to Paul's low moan.
"You like that Paul? Like what Peter is doing to you?"
"Yes. Oh, please. Yes. More, Petey..."
He glanced up at Bowie, eyes questioning, fingers turning the vibrations up again. Bowie mouthed "bigger", hands making an expanding motion. He pressed the button, and Paul's head fell forward, Paul crying out.
Oh, this was fun.
Bowie’s hand slid along his back, every now and then jostling the plug inside him. He kept playing, watching Paul writhe and whimper, sweat making his twin shine.
"Okay, Peter. I don't want him coming yet, and neither of you are bound." Bowie took the controls from him, turning the vibrations to low, but not off, and leaving the size about halfway.
Paul relaxed, panting, eyes rolling. "Oh. Oh, Peter."
He reached out, patted Paul's hand.
Bowie chuckled. "Now it's my turn for some fun."
Bowie reached down beside the bed and came up with two handfuls of leather. "Face me, Pretties."
They turned, both setting their butts carefully on the bed, thighs parted. Bowie bent and kissed them each in turn, his hands sliding over their skin. They spread, legs and fingers tangling together. The scent of the three of them was strong, rich.
Bowie's hands were strong and sure on his cock, the leather sliding around his balls and winding up his cock, tight without hurting. He spread wider, hips bucking, which jostled the plug and made him shudder. Bowie kissed the tip of his cock, hands moving over his thighs.
"B...bowie..." He leaned his head back, moaning.
"Mmm... so pretty." Bowie's hands slid away and moved to bind Paul's cock.
Paul was relaxed, happy, so hard and wanton, moving under Bowie's touch. Bowie massaged Paul and then him and then Paul again, the large hands shared between them both. In turn, they reached for Bowie, hands sliding over their lover's skin, the heavy cock, the strong thighs.
Bowie purred, settling between them. "Love me with your mouths, Pretties."
"Forever." Paul's voice was hoarse as they floated over and around Bowie. Peter licked a path along Bowie's ribs, Paul nuzzled the heavy balls, a happy sound filling the air.
"Oh yes, so good." Bowie moved beneath their mouths, hands sliding over them, touching, connecting them all.
He lapped at the tip of Bowie's cock, Paul's eyes shining up at him, so happy.
Bowie moaned. "Yes. More."
He took Bowie's shaft in, Paul's lips surrounding one testicle.
"Oh! Oh, Pretties!" Bowie's hands wrapped around his ass, holding on, fingers digging in.
Something inside him healed, eased, the sound of their pleasure, their happiness, their fun, too long missed.
"Oh, my Pretties, coming soon. So soon." Bowie's low words filled the air, moans vibrating with need.
He groaned, lips sinking deep, Paul's hand stroking his face. So good. Their center. Their love.
Bowie's hand wrapped around his head, holding him where he was as Bowie pumped up into his mouth. He could feel Bowie's cock grow harder, knew his lover was about to come a moment before hot seed splashed down the back of his throat. Bowie's cry filled the room, the sound happy, full. He swallowed hard, drinking Bowie down, Paul humming with pleasure beside him, their bodies writhing together. Bowie purred, body quieting, hands stroking along his skin and Paul's. Peter let Bowie's cock slide free, mouth open for Paul's hungry kisses.
Bowie's sounds got louder. "Oh yes, my Pretties, show me how much you want each other. Make love for me."
Paul's hands tangled in his hair, and his own wrapped around Paul's body, tugging him closer. They needed. Bowie's hands moved over them, stroking and caressing, adding to their excitement.
He knew the moment Bowie began to play with the settings on the plug inside Paul. Paul jerked, eyes going wide, tongue fucking his mouth as if starving. He dared to slide his hands down, stroke Paul's ass. Bowie's chuckle was his only warning before the plug inside him was jostled, moving hard inside him.
He spread, head falling back with a soft cry. "Ch...cheating!"
Bowie only laughed softly, the plug once again sliding inside him.
Their legs tangled together and they rubbed, bodies jerking apart as the leather straps caught their pubes, tugged their curls. "Have... have to shave you, Petey..."
He laughed, the sound husky, breathy. "U...up to B...bowie. T...told you."
Another soft laugh sounded, Bowie's hands sliding down to tangle in the offending curls. "I would like to watch you shave each other."
Bowie did something with the knots in the leather and suddenly the bindings slid away, snaking over his balls and away from his prick. Paul's cock was also freed. "Fly for me, my Pretties."
"Oh..." Paul pushed into him, pulling him into another kiss, so needy, so sweet and he was flying, crying out his pleasure into Paul's mouth as his body squeezed the plug inside him.
Before he was finished coming, Bowie pulled the plug halfway out and then plunged it back in again, the motion repeated two more times. His world tilted, cock throbbing as it pushed the last bit of seed from him. "B...bowie!"
"Yes, Peter." Bowie kissed him, the plug sliding from him, even as Paul cried out.
Heat splashed against his belly, and his lips wrapped around Bowie's tongue, sucking as the aftershocks moved through him. Bowie groaned, hand sliding over his back, pulling him against Bowie and Paul's warmth. Paul's taste joined their kiss, the three of them in a tangle of limbs.
Bowie's purrs and touches brought him down, soothed him. "My Pretties, so good. A short rest first and then we'll eat. I wish to be fed from your mouths."
"Mmm..." Paul's moan was low, pleased, the blanket covering them soft and warm. "Love you."
Peter smiled up at Bowie, knowing the soft words were for both of them. Bowie smiled at him, green eyes happy, peaceful.
He was given another kiss, then Bowie kissed Paul and closed his eyes, arms holding them close. "My Pretties."
He nodded happily, fingers twining with Paul's. "Y...yours."
***
Bowie sat in the sitting room in the middle of a pile of cushions he'd arranged for them to sit on.
The twins were in the kitchen, each preparing their favorite foods to share with him and each other. He could hear their soft voices arguing good-naturedly, could hear the soft laughter and occasional wet kisses accompanied by wet moans. He smiled. Their happiness fueled his own.
His stomach rumbled loudly and he chuckled and called out to them. "You'd better hurry -- there's no telling what you'll find if you do not feed me soon."
Peter came out with a huge bowl of noodles and fresh fruit and the lobster salad on crisps that he'd gotten his sweet Pet addicted to. Paul's platter was simpler -- chunks of roasted meats and potatoes, bowls filled with dark sweet confections.
His mouth watered. He truly was hungry and he imagined that the food would taste that much better from his Pretties' mouths. "Come and sit. Feed me and each other."
The boys sat close, one on either side, bright-eyed and laughing. Peter found a grape, held it up to his lips with careful fingers.
He shook his head, smiling as he licked Peter's finger but did not take the grape. "I would be fed from your mouth."
"O...oh." Peter looked at Paul and Paul smiled, pulling the grape from Peter's fingers. "Like this, love."
Then Paul took the grape in those white teeth, bringing his Pretties’ lips together. Bowie hummed as they kissed, the grape crushed between t
hem, and hunger of another kind making itself known. Paul moaned, hand petting Peter’s belly, tongue pressing the grape into his lips, juice sliding over their chins.
Smiling, needing and hungry, Bowie leaned forward and licked the juice from their chins.
"O...oh. I...I...I get it." Peter grinned and picked up a cracker, carefully holding it for him.
Smiling, he brought his mouth to Peter's and bit into the cracker. Their lips slid together and he licked the crumbs from Peter's lips. Peter pinked prettily, but followed his tongue, eager, wanton.
"My turn." Paul held up a roasted bit of meat.
He took Paul's chin in his hand and met Paul's lips, stealing a soft kiss as he took most of the meat.
"Now each other again."
Peter picked up a long noodle with a questioning look, laughing as Paul snapped up one end, both of them eating until their lips met in the middle. His own laughter joined theirs before he gently separated them and demanded to be fed again. They ate until everything had been tasted, until one hunger was sated.
"I've had my fill of food, Pets, but I'm still hungry."
Paul's eyes twinkled, mischief back on that beloved face. "Hungry for what, Bowie?"
"Cheeky brat. For the two of you of course." He reached around and swatted Paul's ass.
Paul gasped, cheeks and belly flushed, bottom lip caught between those teeth.
"Mmm, so pretty." He grabbed Paul's ass and pulled his Pet closer, bringing their mouths together.
Paul pushed into his arms, kiss bright and hot -- no languid lovemaking for his Paul. He gave as good as he got, devouring Paul's mouth as he held his arm out for his other Pet. Peter cuddled into them, soft and warm and yielding, the perfect foil for Paul's passion. As the kiss with Paul ended, he pushed Paul's mouth to his throat, turning to take Peter's mouth with his own.
Sharp little teeth scraped his throat as Peter opened for him, lips soft and warm, accepting his tongue with a purr. He moaned, tongue sweeping through Peter's mouth. They were a gentle rainstorm and a fierce storm, his pretty Pets, and they both moved against him, touched him, needed him.
His hands slid over their skin, tracing tattoos and finding piercings. He would have to leave his own marks on them, decorate them with his will, his desires. Paul straddled his thigh, Peter rubbed against his side, two sets of hands explored him.
"Peter, I want you to fuck me. And Paul -- you will suck me." He liked turning them, letting them explore the positions that were less common for them.
Paul moaned, immediately licking his way down Bowie's belly, unmarked ass swaying. Peter whimpered softly, eyes flashing to his. "Y...you're s...sure?"
He kissed Peter and stroked the lovely cheeks. "Yes, my Pretty. You will make me feel so good, mmm?"
Paul's mouth left his body for a moment, dropping down on Peter's cock, slicking it and making Peter gasp and shudder.
"Enough, Paul, that's for me."
Paul lifted his head, nodding and grinning, licking his lips. "Just slicking him up for you, boss."
Little shit.
"Last time I checked, we hadn't run out of lube, Brat."
He slid his hand over the shorn hair, deciding he wouldn't let Paul take supplements to make it grow faster. Patience would serve Paul well.
Paul chuckled and pushed into his touch. "Your brat, Bowie. Yours."
"Yes, Paul. Mine." He growled the word, need pumping through his veins. "Don't make me wait, Pretties."
Paul's mouth surrounded his cock, Peter moving more slowly, tentative, slick fingers gentle and careful against his hole. He moaned, pushing into Paul's mouth and then back, encouraging Peter's fingers.
It took forever, Peter sliding first one, then two deep inside him, stroking his gland. It was hard to be patient with Paul's voracious mouth sucking at his cock, but he didn't hurry Peter, let his pretty Pet find his own pace.
Paul's hips were rocking, thighs parted, one hand stroking that long cock in time with the strokes to his own prick. He shook his head. Such an impatient brat.
He slid his hand over Paul's head again to get his pretty pet's attention. "Stop touching yourself, Paul. You'll get your turn."
Paul moaned, eyes turned up to plead with him. The strokes stopped, though, his Pet obeying him.
Peter's cock nudged his hole, Peter cuddling close against his back, pressing in.
He stroked Paul's cheek, a moan coming from him. "Peter, yes. Oh, good."
Peter moaned softly, thrusting in deeper, purring for him, his Pets finding a rhythm, a pattern. Loving him.
"Oh, Peter, yes, so deep my pretty Pet. Good. Paul. Harder, yes, just like that, oh, so good." He moved with them, moaning, letting them know how good it was.
Heat filled him, the feel of Peter deep inside him, the sight of Paul pale and writhing for him immense.
As he grew close he touched Paul's cheek again. "Touch yourself now, Paul. We should all come together."
Paul's cry vibrated his cock, his pet's hand moving furiously, suction speeding in time.
"Yes! Come for me, my Pretties. Come for me!" His own orgasm shook him and he spilled into Paul's mouth, ass tightening around Peter's cock. Heat filled him, the scent of Paul's seed sweet as the hungry lips swallowed him down. He groaned as aftershocks made him shiver. Oh, they made him feel good, his pretty boys.
Paul nuzzled his belly, Peter slipping out of him, a soft cloth sliding to clean him.
Such good boys.
He held his arms open for them. "Come lie with my, Pretties."
They filled his arms, his sweet boys snuggling close.
Mmmm... perfect.
Chapter Ten
Paul finished painting the playroom while Peter wandered in and out with boxes of this and that. The room was a soft, peaceful violet with the furniture done in rich jewel tones -- different than Bowie's playroom, but something they all could work in. Bowie'd suggested they turn one of the storage rooms into a craft-type room, somewhere he and Petey could make as outrageous and odd as they wanted and keep the door shut, keep it theirs.
He looked around, nodded. It was pretty and colorful without being nuts.
Bowie would be pleased.
Peter's arms wrapped around his waist, chin on his shoulder. "L...l...looks good."
"Yeah, Petey. It's nice. You think Bowie'll like it?"
"Y...yeah."
"I hope so."
They sort of stood together, snuggling a little, enjoying each other.
The front door opened and closed, Bowie whistling. He must have had a good morning with Mal in the training salle teaching the house subs how to give massages.
Peter chuckled softly. "H...he sounds happy."
"Yeah, and we've been good all day, too." That boded well.
"Boys? My Pretties, where are you?"
"We've run away to join the circus!"
Peter giggled and hugged him tight. "N...no r...running away. I...in the p...p...playroom!"
Bowie's chuckle preceded him in and then it cut off. "Oh. Oh, this is lovely."
"P...paul p...p...p...p...p..."
He nodded, bumping Peter with his ass. "Spit it out, Petey."
"Painted it!"
"It's lovely, Paul. And who is responsible for the lovely tables and this…" Bowie went and sat in the wide winged chair that would fit all three of them if they cuddled close.
"We picked the fabrics out together." Paul grinned over at his twin, nuzzling a little. "Petey did all the cleaning and arranging of the cabinets and stuff. He worked hard."
Peter's eyes shone at him and he got a sweet kiss.
Bowie purred softly. "I do love it when my boys are working together." Bowie wiggled and shifted in the chair. "Oh, this is perfect." The green eyes twinkled at them. "I have an idea."
"Uh-oh." He winked and Peter giggled. "Do we let you have those, Bowie-love?"
"Oh-ho, now you're asking for it." Bowie grinned over at them. "I was thinking a spanking and then Peter could fuck your reddened ass, b
ut if you don't let me have ideas..."
He shivered and Peter laughed, pushing them both over to Bowie for kisses and love. Bowie brought them both down onto his lap, sharing kisses, one to each and then several with both of them together.
"We're all far too overdressed for this. I want you to take care of that. Each other first and then me, my Pretties."
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