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"get handcuffed until your next turn, or take two shots," xqc reads the card out loud, then frowns. "who the fuck keeps handcuffs around like that?" everybody else shrugs at this.
soda holds up the blindfold. "i mean, we have this? it's probably way more comfortable than cuffs too." felix hesitates, then nods, all of the eyes in the room on him. the air is thick with a slightly drunk buzz, and he's put the roller skates on again just to kick people. they're only half-playing the game. there's nothing better to do right now, with everyone tired. he's the only one still wearing a dress. the atmosphere is heady with something he can't quite place.
chance's hand is running over his inner thigh absentmindedly. xqc dares shift an inch to the right, so the hand rides up higher, just skimming over his underwear. soda sucks in a breath. ludwig is looking over at them, worrying his lip, one leg bouncing. austin is not paying any attention, splayed over the sofa and tapping away on his phone.
the hand on his thigh is slowly rubbing circles into the sensitive skin there, knuckles nearly brushing his at this point half hard dick, and felix gets the urge to grab soda's hand and have it grab him properly, jerk him off, anything , but he can't, not with his hands tied behind his back; and the second best thing would be swinging his leg over chance's lap and grinding down on the american's thigh, or against his dick, or letting him get a good, proper grip on felix's thighs and doing whatever–
he exhales. where the fuck did that even come from? he's dizzy. soda's hand is scratching at his groin, dangerously close to his hardening cock, the feel of bitten down nails on sensitive skin making his legs tingle, his breath hitch. soda's watching him, clearly gauging his reaction, until he isn't anymore, opting to instead haul felix onto his lap, grabbing him by the ass and pulling him to rub their crotches together. felix bucks into the touch. soda mouths at his collarbone. somewhere in the room, ludwig coughs. the sound doesn't matter, not when chance is licking at his throat, holding him tightly to grind up, not when there's austin chuckling next to his ear, pressing him even closer to soda, hands under the dress and running all over his torso. a finger slides under the band of the bra, already loose over felix's skinny chest. ludwig's moved closer, one hand grasping his thigh to pull him flush to chance, the other tangling into the hair at the back of felix's head to pull him into a kiss.
the bra comes off. ludwig pushes down the neckline of the dress, fingers smoothly undoing the clasp at the back in a way that screams "i have a girlfriend", then tugging it off awkwardly. austin drags xqc up with surprising strength, tugging him backwards until they're further from the sofa, the wheels of the roller skates loudly echoing in the room, then walks in front of him with a smirk, licking his lips, hands pulling at the band of another blindfold. felix's eyes widen. austin keeps staring, not saying anything.
felix just nods.
his knees hurt. his cheek hurts. they put the blindfold on him, pushed him down onto the floor, and then… nothing. there's murmuring around him, and sounds of fabric, exacerbated by the lack of vision. his mind is hazy with how warm the room is and the sensation of hands, so many hands petting, scratching at his body. someone's slid up the tiny bit of the dress that was covering his ass and started squeezing his asscheeks. he tries to slide his legs further apart, whimpers when the floor drags roughly at his knees and prevents him from doing so, and it doesn't even matter as someone's decided to drag his trunks down, pulling his thighs together, the fabric tugging harshly at his cock.
he doesn't realize he's whining until his head is slightly lifted and put in someone's lap. a hand pulls off the ties in his hair, slowly massaging his scalp. then there's ludwig near his ear.
"austin's gonna prep you, 's that fine?"
turns out that austin's idea of doing that is by licking at his hole, making him push his head further into ludwig's lap with a startled moan. he feels the tongue persistently pushing into him, slick, rhythmic movements, making him relax into the way austin's hands are spreading him open, the content feeling broken when a lube bottle clicks open and a finger joins the tongue, gently prodding. felix shudders. the feeling is so new, somehow so comfortable, austin adding another finger, slick with lube, making his thoughts go a mile a second, turning incomprehensible when austin drags at his prostate, causing him to moan, drool spilling onto ludwig's bare thigh. he's distantly aware of a quick conversation somewhere behind him – "he's got such a nice cunt, holy shit, " and a " dude, don't fucking call it that " in reply – and more fingers spreading him open, the odd feel of knuckles at his rim. he pushes back against the fingers, languidly moving in a rhythm, until they aren't. the fingers are gone, replaced by someone's cock rubbing at his crack, skin on skin again, yet somehow feeling more obscene. he angles his head up, open mouth brushing against ludwig's hard dick, which earns him a hand gently patting his cheek. he tries to laugh. the sound gets punched out of him into a raspy moan when a cock, cold with lube, pushes at his entrance. it's so much .
"dude, i don't know why would you tell me to not call it his cunt ," soda's voice behind him is leery as he slowly pushes his cock inside, letting felix adjust to the feeling. "it's so fucking tight, shit." he's fully in now, staying still until the man under him tries to move closer, at which he slightly pulls out and slams back in, holding felix in place by the hips.
"x, be a good hole, and help ludwig out too." the meaning takes a while to get through to xqc, brain swimming at being called a good hole , the pet name – and really, that is probably the closest one can get to a pet name with soda – burning at the back of his mind when his chest is lifted and a hand sneaks under his jaw to hold his head up. his mouth opens, tongue sliding out just so, soda's words echoing in his head, drowning out the breathy chuckle ludwig lets out as his cock slides into felix's mouth.
"pretty," there's a brief pause, and then ludwig grips his hair. "c'mon, suck. it suits you." it's said in such a sweet, cheerful voice for something so crude. felix moans around the cock in his mouth, at the slide of it over his tongue, at how careful ludwig is to not overdo it. chance rakes a hand over his thigh.
"yeah, so pretty, such a pretty little whore," he has pulled out of felix to nudge his legs apart, making the elastic of the underwear dig into the canadian's thighs uncomfortably. "nice and spread out," there's a sound of lube being squeezed out of a bottle, "and yeah, austin, you know, you were right," he roughly pushes two fingers back into felix's hole, "it's worse than a cunt. would be so much easier if it could just get wet, instead of me having to do all this." he accentuates his point by spreading the man in front of him open with slick fingers before pushing the blunt head of his cock to his entrance again. he's always too much talk combined with too little thinking; right now, he's certainly thinking more than felix, whose head is airy, eyes rolling back at the lewdness.
austin, somewhere above felix, incredulously laughs. chance doesn't stop talking.
"don't worry, x," he slams his hips forward, bottoming out and pushing the canadian onto ludwig's cock, making him gag, "you're still a nice, tight hole."
austin is saying something to chance, but felix can't hear it. he's lightheaded, his ears buzzing, and his neglected cock leaking onto the floor. distantly, he hears ludwig cooing about how good he is for them. it's an onslaught of conflicting words and conflicting emotions, cocks slamming in and pulling out in sync, a see–saw of emptiness rapidly replaced by fullness, again and again. ludwig hits the back of his throat every so often, getting a gurgling noise in return, until he finally holds the canadian's head down, making him gag as he desperately tries to swallow down the cum and saliva filling the back of his mouth. there's a mumbled "i'm close" in front of him, then somebody yanks him off ludwig's lap so roughly he sees stars, and he's vaguely aware of austin bending down somewhere near his face to replace his lips on ludwig's cock.
for the first time, he regrets putting the roller skates back on; his legs are burning with exertion, bent at the ankles with no way to stretch them out, chance pressing him into the floor with his entire body weight not helping in the slightest, chest pressing awkwardly at felix's bound wrists as groans mixed with twisted praise spill out of his mouth right into the canadian's ear. felix's cock twitches from the sensation – from the breathy words in his ear – from the way chance grinds into his prostate with every push and pull – from the odd, entirely too satisfying feeling of chance stilling as he cums inside him and then pulls out, softly running a hand over the overheated skin on his hip. felix lets his shoulders slump fully onto the floor, cheekbone protesting, and he lets out a soft, exhausted moan. there's a thought somewhere at the back of his mind, a muted need to cum, thrumming through his body as someone gently pulls him into a sitting position, ankle twisting awkwardly. he breathes in. out.
the blindfold is pulled off his face, and felix blinks blearily into the brightness of the living room. there's austin, wiping his face with a cold damp towel and asking if he's okay, and soda is holding him against his chest, scratching at his head. ludwig is kneeling by, nudging a water bottle towards xqc's lips, making him sip slowly.
"hey, hey, x, c'mon," austin runs his fingers along felix's jawline, "are you with us? like, mentally?" his other hand is rubbing wet circles onto felix's sweaty skin with the cloth, making him shiver.
felix takes a second to process the question, choosing to answer with a content smile, followed by a kissy face. austin laughs and kisses him wetly, pressing him into the chest behind him.
"i wanna," felix croaks out, then coughs to get his voice back. "i wanna cum," he manages, and there's hands on him instantly, a slick drag over his cock, nails digging into his thigh, and he has to lay his forehead on austin's shoulder to stop himself from falling. the makeshift handcuffs get torn open, and he suddenly is falling, arms too weak to even try and catch himself from collapsing when austin pulls away. ludwig catches him, pushing him back against soda's chest and slotting their mouths together, pressing his tongue in.
austin chooses that moment to slide his lips down felix's dick, tongue swirling, making him buck up and whine into ludwig's mouth. it feels so good, too good, and when the head of his cock hits the back of austin's throat, short nails digging into his thigh to open his legs wider, when austin swallows around him, it's too much, and he's coming, mouth open with a slew of punched out "ah"s, half-lidded stare fixed on austin as he sits back on his heels and coughs.
ludwig is sliding a hand into austin's pants, grip turning into fast jerks, drawing out a laugh that's quickly muted by soda dragging austin close and sloppily kissing him, all wet noises and tongue and tell-tale rustling fabric, and xqc closes his eyes for what feels like a few seconds or maybe minutes, and when he opens them back up, chance is firmly massaging his shoulders, leaning against the sofa to allow felix to spread out on him. somebody's taken off the roller skates. his whole body aches, the muscles in his thighs and arms twitching every so often. chance kisses the top of his head.
"dude, you're like… jelly. all good?"
felix nuzzles his cheek into the american's shirt. "i'm 'dude' now? not a pretty slut anymore?" his voice is tired and amused.
"no, right now you're a 'pretty lanky bitch who i'm gonna carry into the bath because he got fucked senseless'."
"because you're just that nice."
"yup."
"...this place has a bath?"
"i mean, fucking probably? with how big it is, i sure hope so."