Jesse/Lúcio/Reyes – continuation of this fic – loss of virginity – Lúcio has whittled them down enough to finally give it to him.
Jesse is disgruntled. Having Lúcio’s face in his lap is nice and all, but it does not soothe the ruffled feathers as he watches Reyes slowly, carefully fuck him on two thick fingers.
“I found ‘im,” Jesse mutters, not for the first time. “Think it’d be just fair if I got to drag him on my dick first.”
Reyes glances up at him without lifting his head, face set in a sardonic smirk.
“You wouldn’t know where to start.” As if to emphasize his point, Lúcio suddenly jerks, mouth open and drooling liberally onto Jesse’s lap. There’s a wet spot forming in the fabric of his shorts, and his cock takes definite notice. Lúcio reacts to getting his prostate stroked like a cat in heat. He is laughably sensitive, and the sight of him angling his pretty round ass up into it has Jesse’s mouth go dry.
“Be glad you got at least his mouth. Eager little thing.”
Reyes doesn’t pay him too much mind. He is focused on sliding his fingers in and out in a slow, fluid motion that has Lúcio go cross eyed in Jesse’s lap before he starts trying to nose his way into the slit in front. Already on the lookout for cock. Always hungry for it.
Reyes hums, his voice gone deep and rough when he murmurs: “He’s so silky inside. And warm.”
Jesse knows. He *knows*. He knows how Lúcio’s insides quiver like a nervous colt’s flanks, muscles squeezing down and relaxing, letting the older men play with him, stroke their big rough fingers along his silky, squishy walls, testing their big knuckles against the tender little clench of his rim.
He’s so jovial about it; eagerly following commands, happy to have a good time and get to play with cocks.
Sometimes, Jesse feels disgusted with himself with how much he wants Lúcio. He’s never seen himself as the ‘old guy’, but there’s no way around it; not when Lúcio is young and supple and eager and he himself has trouble kneeling for too long because his joints start to ache.
It’s like he’s corrupting the kid. Only that Lúcio is a grown-ass fucking man and can very well decide on his own what he wants and doesn’t want. And, it appears, what he wants is to let Jesse and Gabriel have at that sweet cherry he wants so desperately to get popped.
“There you go,” Reyes murmurs low and soothing as he eases a third finger in, and Lúcio makes a weird sound between them. Not distressed, just… weird. His eyes are big and round, cheek on Jesse’s hairy thigh, staring at his gut while Reyes gently fucks him through the new stretch and lets him get a taste of how it might be to be filled up by a nice fat dick.
At four fingers, Lúcio’s arms suddenly give and he snaps them up, curling them around Jesse’s sturdy middle as he gurgles his way through… something.
Jesse murmurs encouragement, rubs his shoulders, the back of his neck, along his spine as far as he can while staring at Reyes’ face. The boss looks almost stricken, jaw slack, staring at where he’s carefully spreading the young man around four digits.
“God, take a picture at least,” Jesse groans, head thumping back against the wall, Adam’s Apple jumping forcefully as he swallows. “Fuck.”
Reyes does. He fumbles with his other hand, but soon enough Jesse hears the click of the camera. Lúcio already looks out of it. Jesse fishes his dick out of his wet shorts and offers it up like some kind of fucked up pacifier. It makes him flush a dull, ruddy red but Lúcio seems very much appreciative of it.
“Alright… there we go…”
When Gabriel finally gets to it; when he pushes the blunt head of his dick against his fingers that are still keeping Lúcio’s hole spread, Lúcio freezes with his tongue against Jesse’s dick. He can feel the hard little ball of Lúcio’s piercing.
“Oh fuck,” Lúcio whispers when it undeniably, without a doubt, finally happens. “Oh… f…fuck…”
He groans, squeezes his eyes shut, then arches his back downwards into an enticing little cup. He’s bearing down on the intrusion and Jesse can see how dark Reyes’ cheeks get. How hard he’s biting at his lower lip as he carefully fucks his way into the warm, giving clutch of this pretty virgin hole.
Before long, Lúcio starts to whine, digging fingers into Jesse’s sturdy sides. He’s probably realizing first hand just how much longer than fingers a dick can be.
“Shit,” Reyes whispers. His eyes fall closed and he lets his head tilt back. He needs a few long calming breaths to settle himself. Jesse can only imagine how Lúcio must feel on his cock: warm and clinging like wet silk. All those muscles trembling and squeezing; insides keeping him nice and cushioned.
Lúcio stops paying attention to his cock but that is alright. He’s glassy eyed and drooling, making soft little ‘oh… oh… oh’ sounds in time with Reyes’ slow, careful thrusts.
He’s still in the process of getting the kid used to the feeling of fullness. Jesse can only imagine how good it will look when they can fuck him sharp and fast; have his plush bubble butt bounce against their hip bones as they lay into him.
For now, they are as sweet and gentlemanly as they can be. Wouldn’t do to scare the little virgin off from his intense love of cocks, now that they’ve finally opened him up enough to take one into that gorgeous unused cunt of his.
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