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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/John_Egbert, John_Egbert/Dirk_Strider, Bro/John_Egbert/Dirk_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat,
      Self-Lubrication, Light_Bondage, Overstimulation, Knotting, Biting,
      Claiming, Size_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-06 Words: 3150
****** Roped Into a Sticky Situation ******
by Muucifer
Summary
     Bro and Dirk talk John into letting them tie him up and leave him
     while they go about their day normally.
Notes
     Two requests fills at once, beta'd by AeacusTero who's a meanie and
     totes bribed me with dirkjohn
     also tru fact i am the absolute worst with titles and none of my
     friends are any better but everyone appreciates a pun right?
As John watches the door click shut behind the two older Striders, his voice is
muffled in his protests. Their footsteps trail away, softening until they can’t
be heard under the buzz from between John’s legs. He squirms, gasping when
every movement adjusts the toys lodged inside him and strapped to him. Already,
a pool of slick forms under his heated backside, dripping down over the edge of
the chair to create a puddle on the floor.
They have strung him up delicately, ensuring every rope is just tight enough to
hold but not cut in, every toy is secure in the places that will drive him the
most insane, and every struggle he puts up will only increase the pressure
everywhere. It is tortuous, in the worst and best of ways. His cock bobs
against his stomach, flushed and purple where the tiny toy is pressed against
the underside and pulsing rapidly.
Dirk has rigged all the electronics; they can be turned on or off from either
of the blondes’ phones with the tap of a button, among other things. John
wriggles on the one shoved deep inside his slicked ass, shuddering and head
lolling back when it shifts to tuck solidly against his prostate.
His feet slide across the floor, doing nothing as the ropes catch his legs
before they get too far and strain against his body. They sit wedged against
the crevice of his bottom teasing the vibe inside, and he jerks as its pulses
quicken. The gag in his mouth drowns out every sound he makes until he’s forced
to swallow the drool accumulating on his tongue or threaten to drown in it,
small excesses of it dripping down his chin. His fingers itch and squirm
against the material that binds them, accomplishing nothing.
His cock jumps and he comes, blinding white and much too fast when the bullet
suddenly switches to hard, painfully hard, motions. It doesn’t let up though,
despite his release, and his body spasms as it’s stimulated over and over again
until tears mix with the saliva and pour off his chin. A second dry orgasm
follows only a moment after. His whimpers of discomfort and pleasure are
quickly masked by strangled sighs of relief when both of the devices click off;
apparently they are going to give him a break.
He fidgets in the chair, enjoying his refractory period cautiously. John had a
feeling the moment he fully relaxed they’d both turn back on at once. His slick
makes everything slippery, and he can easy wiggle his body side to side across
the chair with it. As disgusting as it is, he manages to get the roped holding
the toy inside somewhat loose and it shifts out with his mewl of satisfaction.
No longer assaulting his prostate with every movement, John lets his body
relax.
The scent of both Bro and Dirk lingers in the room, alpha pheromones caressing
and soothing him. A faint undertone of arousal proves just how excited they
were about leaving him like this while they went about the regular day. He is…
anxious; although they promised to make sure he’d be fine and they would be
watching if he ever called mercy. He wouldn’t, however. John is a good omega,
even if he is an unusual one. Technically speaking, he’s mated to Dirk; quite
happily at that. But if one Strider did it, all three had to join in as well.
The only reason Dave isn’t involved in this little adventure is because he
happens to be out of town with the photography club.
Just as he slumps farther, body drifting for a nap, he’s snapped wide awake
with a startled yelp when both toys shoot on at full power. His weeping dick
shoots across his stomach in no time while his hole clenches in waves. Tacky
slick clings to the small leg hairs on his thighs, pulling this way and that
when he writhes as neither vibrator lets up.
He’s in tears, legs shaking against the legs of the chair and body shuddering
as a second dry release ravages his body. Head thrown back and shoulders
hunched up, he’s about to call mercy when both stop and his body eases back
without his permission. Weak limbed and exhausted, John soaks up the rest time
whole-heartily.
Slow vibrations begin under him and spread up to the head of his limp cock,
attempting to coax it back to life despite its unwillingness. Before he can
think too much about it, he’s shaking his head back and forth and sobbing
behind the gag. In just a second, the toys are off and the door’s being flung
open. He perks up when Dirk rushes into the room, aiming right for John the
moment his foot crosses the threshold. John makes an appreciated noise behind
the plastic that turns into a sore cry of Dirk’s name when it falls off.
Dirk shushes him, fingers caressing John’s cheeks to wipe away the tears. They
leave only to undo the rope holding him in place, and with a few well places
tugs it falls apart and John’s launching himself into Dirk’s arms. Legs still
wobbly, he slumps down and Dirk plucks him up and carries him to the bed. Bro
watches from the doorway, concern etched into his features. Once Dirk has John
settled and is wrapped around the brunette, Bro wanders in as well. He perches
on the edge of the bed, reaching one hand carefully towards John.
The tiny omega leans into his touch, still firmly twined around Dirk’s chest.
He butts into Bro’s hand, whining softly until the man inches closer and John’s
curled up between the two. Dirk’s hands find themselves on John’s thighs,
rubbing the trembling flesh gently as he coos in John’s ears. Bro carefully
extracts the vibe from John’s entrance, biting back a groan when a rush of
slick follows it out and John gives an uneasy squeak. Dirk silences him with
kisses, dancing them across his nose and lips and cheeks until John calms down
again.
After what feels like forever to the alphas, John begins reacting again in
earnest. His thin body pushes against them, giving their swollen cocks
attention through their jeans. The sweet scent of his lubricant seeps into the
fabric, and Bro can’t get them off fast enough. Once he’s settled back down, he
takes the again needy teen from Dirk so he can shimmy his own clothes off. John
dives back into his lap, licking a wet trail up Dirk’s dick once before
swallowing as much as he can in one go. His little fluff of dark hair bobs
between Dirk’s thighs, and Bro appreciates the view from where John wiggles his
plump bottom in his direction.
John’s already sloppy loose when Bro slips a finger inside, and if the younger
male notices he doesn’t mind. A second, and John still doesn’t stutter his
rhythm on Dirk’s erection. Bro notices that Dirk is getting closer, his fingers
are tightening in John’s hair and his breath hitches more often than not. The
third finger goes in just as easily, and the sopping heat around his hand drags
him in and sucks with clenching motions. Pretty pink and glistening, John’s
hole always looks good enough to eat.
It’s not until he pulls his fingers out that John makes a noise to indicate he
knew they were there at all, and he bends his back to offer his entrance to
Bro. Not presenting, he only presents to Dirk. Bro understood the rules.
Regardless, he drags his throbbing cock up the slippery crevice and relishes
the feeling of John’s body twitching under him. Content that it’s enough, he
lines up and sinks in all in one movement. John takes him with practiced ease,
and Bro can slide all the way with little resistance. Ahead, John moans around
the head of Dirk’s erection, the vibrations rattling the blonde’s lungs. He
tugs John off, groaning when John blinks up at him with glazed blue eyes and
parted red lips.
Dirk drags him into a kiss, pulling the omega off Bro’s cock only for Bro to
thrust back in. Dirk drinks down John’s sounds, tasting them on his tongue like
fine wine. He’s been fighting off popping a knot, but the burn in his groin is
almost too much. He gives Bro a look, one that he nods too. John’s being popped
off the head of his dick and passed over to Dirk before John can complain about
the emptiness. Dirk buries himself with less grace than Bro did, his hips
stuttering up and bucking of their own will the moment John’s heat envelopes
him.
Bro guides John into bending over from Dirk’s body, leading him down until
John’s short bursts of air touch the flushed skin of his cock. John licks his
lips, and then dives for it. Bro is larger, and John struggles to take him down
as easily. The metal at the top clinks against his teeth, but he obediently
uses that sound to instruct his teeth to keep away from the tender skin. He
makes it halfway, Bro’s large fingers locked tight in his hair. John chokes,
and Bro pulls him back right away and lets John regain his air. Darting back
down, John gets him almost to the base, the starting swell of Bro’s knot
stopping him. Rather, he works his lips around it, teasing it because he can’t
quite fit that in his mouth but he likes to play with it. His hands come up to
squeeze and stroke the rounding area, pumping more blood into it.
Meanwhile, Dirk bounces John’s frail form on his own, savoring the feeling of
John’s slick streaming over their thighs and staining the sheets. The room will
smell like sweets for days, but he can’t be bothered to care. Not when he can
tell his knot is starting to tug on the tight ring of John’s entrance. The
pucker flutters around it every time it slips passed, trying desperately to
hold him in, lock him there. John’s body cries and begs to be knotted and bred
even though his mouth is occupied. Nails drag across his hips, leaving stinging
red trails in their path, and John cants into the pain. Dirk does it again,
just because John asked so nicely, and this time John whimpers against Bro’s
knot.
The older blonde caresses John’s jaw, gritting his own teeth to keep from
slamming John’s mouth over the knot. No sense to choke the boy who was working
so hard to please them both even though he’s so obviously exhausted. Bro moves
his hand to the back of John’s neck, tightening around the small curls
lingering there. Rather than guide John, he leaves it there as a comfort. John
slurps as he pulls back, lips bruised from the abuse. He slides back down,
taking just the head this time. His small tongue darts around Bro’s piercing,
toying with it carefully. No matter how many times Bro told him it was fine,
John was sure to never suck to hard on it.
Tiny fingers wrap around his throbbing knot, coaxing it into fullness while
John stares up at Bro the best he can through the hair clinging to his forehead
and the tears in his eyes. Bro catches them before they fall, smiling because
he knows John’s enjoying it and the tears aren’t a bad thing. Across the short
plane of John’s sweat-slicked back, Dirk’s growing closer to his own release
and Bro can feel it in the way John’s jerked in short bursts against his cock.
Dirk’s knot, swollen deep inside John and reacting to the scent of his mate
under him, so wet and so very ready to receive all Dirk has to give, catches on
John’s entrance when he pulls back. The effort it takes Dirk to get his knot
back inside forces John’s body forward, and the boy bobs down on Bro’s cock
with Dirk’s movements.
Dirk doesn’t mind sharing John. He doesn’t mind watching John suck his brothers
off, he doesn’t mind watching his little omega get pounded by them either. But
Dirk is the only one allowed to knot him, to breed him proper, because as much
as the other two adored John, he is John’s mate and they aren’t. They don’t
care much, taking what they can get. It’s never sloppy seconds for them, since
John is always ready to go. His omega libido is kept in check by all three of
them, just one wouldn’t be enough.
Close enough he can feel his balls tightening against John’s slippery taint,
Dirk drops his face down to his boy’s shoulder. John slides off Bro’s dick long
enough to tilt his head back and give Dirk a messy kiss before turning back to
Bro. Dirk buries his nose in John’s neck, taking a deep, shuddering breath of
the aroma rolling off of John. It’s intertwined with his own, the true mark of
a mated pair. His teeth bite down on John’s pale shoulder, sure to bruise and
leave a much more visible claim.
John collapses down with it, Dirk’s arms holding him up. He slips the last
couple of inches down Bro’s cock and the older Strider spills down his throat
with a hoarse cry. Bro isn’t very vocal, but the rough sound of John’s name
rolling off the others’ lips was enough to spur John into a final, very shaky,
orgasm. Slick pours down his thighs, sticking Dirk to him and leaving his
entrance tight around the knot that locks itself inside him.
Finally, Dirk’s crashing through his release and spilling deep into the teen
below him. John shudders when he coats his inner walls, stuffing him as full as
he can. John’s heat and scent are telling Dirk’s body to fuck and breed him
like a good mate, and his cock is more than happy to comply. The thick knot
tucked against the rim of John’s hole secures the two of them together and
ensures nothing will leak out.
John slips away from Bro, slumping down into the bed and shivering slightly in
post-orgasm haze. Bro collapses back as well, falling to the side and hiding
his face in a pillow. The younger blonde stays still, waiting for the jolts of
pleasure spasming through his body to die down enough for him to move John and
him around without coming again. The brunette turns to look up at him, blue
eyes glazed over and face flushed. Dirk stretches a hand down, stroking his
bangs from his face and letting John nuzzle against his palm.
After they finish, John always gets clingy. Tonight is no different; his omega
instincts telling him to butter up the alpha that mated him. His lips move
across the palm, leaving light kisses as they go until they’re pressed to the
pulse in Dirk’s wrist. Dirk’s heartbeat drums against his mouth, and he smiles
into it. His mate doesn’t seem to mind, content to let John cover him in soft
caresses and gentle kisses. He knew what John was doing, and watches him with
fond interest while Bro stretches out across the bed before fumbling around for
something to wipe up with.
It’d really a lost cause though as John’s slick is everywhere; sticking to the
sheets and drying on everyone’s skin. Bro dabs some of it off before realizing
how hopeless it is. With a grumble, he rolls himself away from the happy couple
and trudges into the bathroom for a damp towel. On his return, he makes a pit
stop to drop collect two pairs of dirty clothes and tosses them into the wash.
The chair in the center of the room is relocated to the corner, and the ropes
are dropped in a pile to be dealt with later. A simple wash wouldn’t get the
scent of John’s heat out. The toys are wiped down and set out where he would
remember to scrub them properly in the morning.
By the time he makes it back, the warm water on the towel has cooled. John
squeaks when it touches his burning skin, that wouldn’t go away for a while
yet, but settles back down once Bro wipes him down and peppers kisses along the
clean skin. Bro cleans Dirk as well, then chucks the towel onto the chair and
flops back onto the bed with them.
They’re still bound together and, from prior experience, will be for another
hour or two. But Bro makes the most of it, bundling them up in the sheets and
tucking the both of them between his body and the wall. John snuggles into his
chest, a litany of pleased sounds coming from him when Bro starts smoothing a
hand through his hair. Dirk curls against John’s back, tucking his face in the
brunette’s neck and shuddering. The alpha in him is screaming to push Bro away,
hide John away from him, but he’s more than okay with letting Bro cuddle up to
the two of them. Especially if he’s going to make sure they aren’t sleeping
with dried bits of John’s natural lube pulling on all their hairs in the wrong
way.
Just as he’s starting to drift off, Dirk feels John squirm in his arms. Leaning
back so John can tilt his head to look at him, he’s a bit surprised to see John
still fairly wide-eyed. Usually the smaller teen was out like a light once he’s
surrounded by sated alpha pheromones.
His voice is a bit sore when he pipes up, “Soooo let’s not do the whole tying
me up and leaving me alone thing when I’m in heat again. But… maybe when I’m
not?”
Dirk snorts at the same time that Bro barks out a laugh. The boy hasn’t even
managed to recover yet from the first round and he’s already thinking about
round two at a later date. Given, they had planned this well in advance but
still. Regardless, Dirk nods. “Alright then. I’ll admit doing it when you were
in kinda rough shape to begin with was probably not the best idea. Who’s was
that again?”
Bro twitches awkwardly, not-so-subtlety clearing his throat. Of course it was
Bro. John laughs it off before burrowing back down between the two of them,
moving just right so the catch of Dirk’s knot tugs on his entrance just enough
for them both to feel it. He gives Dirk a knowing smile, whispering I love you
over his shoulder. Dirk rolls his eyes, nipping John’s shoulder before swatting
one of Bro’s wandering hands and wrapping both of his own around John tightly.
Bro drapes the offending hand and its arm over the two of them, keeping them
close.
Dave is going to be really pissed at them when he comes home in the morning.
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