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Will bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood as he clamped down on the frankly ludicrously huge - & THICK - cock still fucking away at his fluttering hole.
He stretched, loose-limbed & languid as Adam cleaned the blood from his chin.
“Okay, fuck-toy, Adam’s turn now.”
His cousin moaned next to him, hips working against the scratchy mattress.
“Will - ”
Will glared at him as he held the cocaine covered mirror up to Nigel’s nose & carelessly thrust the straw up. A speck of blood landed amongst the snowy powder.
Eyes wild & darting Nigel inhaled deeply, then a second time as Will repeated the process for the other nostril.
Even for Nigel Will knew this was rapidly approaching A LOT!
Still, he thought this excused his cheating so Will wanted to see exactly what he could do when he was “fucked up.”
Will pulled the over-sized vibrating dildo out of his fragile cousin’s & spat twice into the gape that clenched around nothing.
Nigel picked Adam up & dropped him unceremoniously onto his back as he reached for the lube.
“Spit.”
Nigel did as he was told. Thick wads of brown phlegm worked their way into Adam, mixing with the four loads of cum Nigel had dumped in there already tonight.
Will smirked mirthlessly as Adam winced at the slimy sensation. His cock started to fill again at the sight.
Nigel pulled slender legs over his shoulders as he pushed in once more. Adam cried out in over-stimulation, his face screwing up as Nigel pounded him ungraciously
“I thought you wanted his “big penis to fill me up like a cannoli”!” Will gleefully threw Adam’s words back at him. Adam sobbed in realisation.
“I’m sorry Will.”
Nigel set up an unrelenting pace, the wet slick sound of him fucking Adam through the mattress, his cock barely leaving the puffy hole as he used Adam like fleshlight.
Nigel’s mouth silently worked at a language neither of them knew. His eyes were red and glassy, a thin sheen of sweat coated him, dripping down on to Adam’s eyelids as he bent Adam in half to get deeper like a bull in rut.
Will tugged at Adam’s flaccid cock, tacky with his own cum and an angry purple colour.
Adam winced & tried to shrink away so Will gripped harder, stroked faster. A thin pearly dribble leaked out of the tip, pathetically mingling with the three men’s combined releases throughout the night.
“Cum. Will. Cum. Please.”
Nigel begged as his hips picked up speed, desperately searching for his release. Will had uncaringly manhandled his heavy cock into the ring two hours ago before dropping a viagra into Nigel’s mouth & guiding it down with acrid vodka that burnt your eyes & nose as soon as you removed the lid. Nigel had brought it - probably homemade from the Old Country in a tyre slung over a bonfire.
“My turn again.”
Nigel groaned lowly as he withdrew from Adam & knelt back on his knees to wait for further instruction.
Will was drunk on the power - this strong, powerful, scary gangster with the shit tattoo & deep scars that belied his lust for life eagerly waiting for Will’s next whim, next demand.
They weren’t even officially a couple yet Will was incandescent with rage when he saw the texts from his fragile, gentle, shy cousin.
It wasn’t the fact that Adam knew what to say to drive Nigel insane, it’s that Nigel wanted Adam just as he was. Which he should. Adam is perfect as he is. He never tried to be anything else & was loved for that. Will had tried to hide who he was & people thought he was a prick.
He could never be Adam & Will found he hated the younger man for that.
They both had the same brunette curly hair, the same stormy-sea coloured eyes but that was where the similarity ended.
Nigel was brash, uncouth & uncultured but he made Will feel sexy, wanted. Will’s empathy knew Nigel wanted him because he was as base as Nigel, two caged bears prowling their prisons until someone came along to unlock their inner potential - their darker side. The first time they fucked Nigel came to Will describing how he’d fought, killed, dismembered & displayed Randall Tier. Will added another scar to Nigel’s impressive collection, a bite on his left shoulder, teeth sinking down through the skin & muscle, jaw clenching as he felt the skin give then rip, growling as the metallic tang swept across his taste-buds. For a second he’d wavered between continuing to mark the Romanian this way or ripping his throat out. Nigel came a second time as Will voiced his dilemma. His milky white cum coated Will’s insides to make him feel whole again. Feel as though he belonged.
Nigel’s futile attempts at explaining he wanted Adam BECAUSE Adam was the complete opposite of Will infuriated the profiler rather than pacifying him.
It had been easy to talk Adam into a threesome after Will had spiked his orange soda. Adam looked up to Will & wanted to be part of A Thing rather than shoved off to the side or ignored altogether like that bitch Beth had done so many times.
The total lack of sadness Will felt at this only angered him more.
He guided Nigel into his desperate hole & rode the ‘businessman’ hard, cursing as Nigel slipped out of him in his eagerness to break the slippery dealer, murderer - all round shitstain of a human. Some qualities they shared which is what drew them to one another again & again. This lack of ‘good grace & qualities’ made them fuck harder each time, teeth marking porcelain skin & tanned flesh.
Nigel had a mirror above his bed & Will loved to watch his body being debauched & defiled. Nigel loved that Will loved seeing Nigel piss the cum from Will’s square jaw, his mouth slowly opening to swallow this sinful offering.
Adam laid a gentle hand on Will’s back, a comforting burning seal of devilish abandon.
Will used the love to spur him on, make him clench around Nigel until he almost broke his cock in two.
This wasn’t the time to absolve, this was purgatory & they all needed to descend through Dante’s layers until they could be reborn, fresh & deserving once more. A person suit that fit better.
Only Will knew that was as obscene as his actions this night.
Adam deserved the cleansing of his soul whereas nothing Nigel or Will did could ever make them truly worthy of Adam’s love.
Will yanked Nigel’s sandy hair, forcing his head back to give Will space to work on his throat as another orgasm barreled upon him.
The Adam’s Apple resisted Will’s fangs for the briefest of moments.
Repentance wasn’t for them just yet.
He drew Nigel further within his darkness as his teeth sought the penance they both must give.