Bradkovitz

"Come here." Brad says, a measured growl that has Taako and Kravitz both whining in unison. Taako manages, though not with much dignity, to lift himself off Kravitz's spent cock, the wet heat dripping onto his thighs making him clamp down around nothing. He misses it already, the fullness, and the ache for it makes it a little easier to crawl over to Brad on the other side of the bed.

"That wound up over watching him fuck me, huh?" Taako rasps, fakes a devilish smile just to see if it gets him fucked harder. Brad falls for his goading only ever as much as he wants to, which Taako always hates, but not as badly once he's a couple orgasms deep. He sits himself firmly in Brad's lap, the heat of his body a lovely contrast to Kravitz's chill.

"It's just that you're /wasting/ it all," Brad replies, and Taako is close enough now that he can hear the timbre in his broad, soft chest, his slight breathlessness, "and that won't do when Kravitz did so well."

Taako vaguely registers a moan from behind him, but his attention is held by Brad's fingers, smoothing over his hip, then thigh, then to his hole, used enough already that two of those thick fingers are barely a stretch. The curve of them is what has him gasping, a relentless pressure until he feels himself shake and clench and release, liquid dripping onto the mattress between them. It's not quite an orgasm, not /quite/ enough, and Taako shifts his hips a little petulantly when those fingers withdraw from him.

"Lie back on Kravitz's lap and listen to me, pet," Brad says, as if right now Taako is capable of doing anything else, "I'm going to fuck his cum back into you, and then you'll take mine too. Does that sound good to you?"

From his new position, Taako answers by letting his legs spread. Little strings of his and Kravitz's cum attach his thighs to one another for a moment, and if that doesn't make his whole fucking body throb, Brad slowly palming his cock certainly does it. He doesn't even need any lube or fingers to push in, just grabs Taako by the hips and eases himself so deep it makes him feel like he might actually split in two and that he'd be /fine/ with it.

Brad takes a long, steadying breath before he addresses him again. "You're such a filthy thing," he breathes, and Taako can't even think beyond a resounding yes, /yes/, you both make it so easy.