The Mighty Belthazor

Bel grabbed Anders's hands, jerking them to the mattress and pinning them there. He bent his head and bit sharply at one of his nipples.

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Anders, whose already intense state of arousal was heightened even more by the sensation of being pinned down, let out a soft whine and arched up against Bel when he felt his teeth. "Frak, yes . . ."

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Phoebe ran her nails slightly down Cole's back.

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Bel arched into Phoebe's touch, then dipped his head lower, licking and nipping at Anders's stomach.

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Anders whimpered and squirmed against Bel's grip, more to enjoy the feeling of being pinned down than to actually try and get free. "Want you." Turning his head to the side, he tried to seek out Phoebe for a kiss.

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Phoebe continued to scrape her nails down Cole's back -- she had enjoyed his reaction to it -- and leaned in to kiss Anders.

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Bel hesitated a moment, but this was something Anders did for him all the time with no hesitation and he just didn't reciprocate because he had control issues, though he never seemed to have the equivalent issue with Phoebe. He moved lower, his lips finding Anders's cock.

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Anders tensed with surprise and amazement, crying out against Phoebe's lips when he felt Bel's mouth on his cock. Bel had never done this for him before, and the fact that he was doing it now . . . turned Anders on even more, on top of making him feel incredibly good.

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Phoebe had a pretty good idea what Cole had just done to elicit such a response from Anders, and she continued to kiss him running a hand through Cole's hair.

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Bel kinda liked the sounds Anders was making and the way he was squirming beneath him. He wasn't feeling a loss of power at all, so he continued what he was doing. It had been several years, but he remembered what to do.

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It had been a while since Anders had had to remember to be careful to keep control and not buck his hips up into Bel's mouth -- and really, what Bel was doing to him had him completely under control anyway.

"Love you," he groaned, his hips rising and falling slightly as he responded to Bel's mouth on him.

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Phoebe was running her hands along both guys as she watched the two of them together. Every so often, she would move to nuzzle one of them.

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Cole released one of Anders's wrists so he could seek out Phoebe's hand, squeezing it tightly. He wanted her to be a part of this, too.

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Anders had no intention of leaving Phoebe out of this, and he stole a kiss every time she moved close enough for him to capture her lips. His free hand slid down into Bel's hair, caressing the back of his head eagerly.

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Phoebe hadn't been feeling left out, but she decided that she liked how the two of them reached for her. She squeezed Cole's hand just as tightly as he was squeezing it and nuzzled Anders.

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Bel let go of Anders's other hand so he could move it down let his fingers do some exploring. He didn't want Anders to think that he wasn't going to get a good hard frakking, after all.

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Anders let out a hungry, pleading whine and ground against Bel's fingers; somehow the promise of what he was going to get, combined with the completely unexpected sensation of Bel's mouth on him, had him squirming with more impatience than usual.

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Phoebe loved hearing the sounds Anders was making and leaned over to nip at his bottom lip.

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Bel drew back, not wanting Anders to finish too soon. He fumbled for the nightstand, reaching for the (always convenient) tube of lube. Squirting a generous amount into his hand, he slowly applied it to himself and Anders, taking his time because he liked watching Anders squirm.

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Anders was in fact squirming, his lips moving as he made incoherent pleading sounds and nuzzled Phoebe. The disappointment on his face was evident when Bel withdrew his mouth, but it quickly dissipated when he felt Bel's lube-slicked fingers probing him -- he knew what that promised.

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Phoebe nuzzled and nipped at Anders while Cole was teasing him, moving to lay closer against the two boys.

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Cole leaned in to kiss Phoebe, then positioned himself over Anders. He took his time, slowly easing himself inside him.

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Anders closed his eyes and threw his head back with a gasp, clutching at Phoebe with one hand and twisting the other one in the sheets. He bit his lip at the initial burn when Bel pushed into him, then groaned softly and relaxed. He had always been shameless about how much he loved being taken by Bel, and now was definitely no exception.

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Phoebe moaned softly, loving what she was feeling in her head from her two guys. She leaned in to kiss both of them, running one hand over Cole and with the other, she held onto Anders's hand.

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