Initiative

(Theme - Rip)

Angelo half-woke to the sound of whispers and tearing fabric, woke fully when his arms were drawn back and bound, discovering his eyes were already covered. "What...?"

Lips against his, silencing him, making him forget to struggle. Soft hands on his shoulders, rougher hands on his bound arms.

"You said something about us lacking initiative," Eight said, body curving against his back, hard cock nudging his ass.

Jessica's mouth finally released his. "So we decided we'd show some." Her hand wrapped around him; he realized he was already hard. "Do you approve?"

"Yes," he breathed, and pushed into her hold.

(Theme - Blind)

He tracked them by sound when they weren't touching him, found himself jealous of every gasp and murmur of pleasure he couldn't see. He could easily picture what Eight had done for Jessica to make that sound, the reason for Eight's soft groan a moment later.

It was worse, though, when he could feel them, near but not touching, hear them breathing in the darkness, feel their heat, just heat, caressing his skin. His entire body ached for them, in a way it never did when he could see them.

But when they touched him, all the waiting was worthwhile.

(Theme - Couldn't)

He sank into a blur of pure sensation, unsure of any but the most obvious things. The breast pressed to his lips was Jessica's. The cock that rubbed against his was Eight's. The pleading whimper was his own.

His shoulders ached from unconsciously fighting his bonds, trying to reach for them.

He couldn't begin to tell whose tongue ran slow strokes the length of his erection, swirled around the head, trailed slowly back to the base, or whose oil-slick fingers pressed into him with the same agonizing slowness.

They were ruthless, and he had no desire to beg for mercy.

(Theme - Restraint)

Hands tight on his hips, Eight pressing into him, Jessica's mouth encircling him. He hung suspended between them, until the tension they'd spent an eternity building in him finally found release.

Gentle hands eased him to the bedding, pulled the blindfold away, unbound his arms. He drifted, half-asleep, heard Jessica cry out, and then they were on either side.

"You okay?" Eight asked, kissing his shoulder.

Angelo nodded, found the energy to wrap an arm around Jessica. "I think..."

Jessica curled closer. "You think you're okay?"

He fingered the soft strip of torn blanket. "I think we should take turns."