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Rank was stressful. Everyone understood that. Everyone had bad days, most of them were human. And sometimes you say things you don't mean when you have a bad day. Orpheus was one of those people having a particularly bad day. Loss after loss after loss, as both hunter and survivor. He could feel his patience being worn thinner and thinner with each match, and the last one of the night made him snap. He thought he was long past snapping like this, but oh was he wrong. He practically stomped out of the post-match room, ink all over his hands from breaking his pen out of rage. His boyfriends, the composer and prospector, followed after him. He was seething under his breath, and Frederick tried to step up to calm him down. “Orpheus, just take a moment-”
“We would've got a tie if you had just gone to dungeon!” He hissed, ink covered fists clenching.
“I know. I was trying to find it, but it was on the other side of the map. I'm sorry. What else was I supposed to do? The gate was closer.”
Norton could tell things were going to get heated, so he stepped in. “It wasn't just his fault. Don't blame him for it, at least you escaped and didn't lose any points.”
“Oh of course you are the first to his defense. After that awful first kite and canceling the hunter's recovery.”
Norton frowned, “it happens. You've canceled it out too before, don't act like I'm the only one who does.”
“But notice how you do it more than anyone else!”
“Oh lay off!” Frederick butted in again, groaning from the senseless arguing.
Orpheus was usually more mature and above low blows, but tonight was different. He grit his teeth, smiling with nothing but malice. “What else should I have expected from you, honestly! You play the game just as awful as you play the piano!”
The room went thick with silence after that. Frederick's usual neutral expression was blown in shock, almost looking like he was going to cry. Orpheus frowned, the anger leaving his body as he realized how much his words hurt his partner. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean it-”
“Oh, didn't you?” Frederick barked back, face shifting to rage. “Just like you didn't mean it when you tortured us back then, huh? You never change!”
Orpheus didn't have a defense, and was just going to continue to apologize, but Norton interrupted. The prospector placed a hand on the composer's shoulder, “easy, Frederick. He didn't mean it, he's just pissy. You know your playing is beautiful.” He spoke the last words softly, trying to soothe the other more than anything.
Frederick relaxed, taking a deep breath, still glaring daggers at the novelist. Though, his expression calmed as he turned to Norton, running his hands through the shorter man's hair and smiling. “Oh Norton, you're so sweet.” Norton clearly wasn't expecting the sudden softness and praise, blushing and feeling himself start to sweat. “You've been such a good boy to me, haven't you?” Frederick gushed, pressing a kiss to Norton's lips as Orpheus watched. Orpheus could feel the jealousy and yearning start to creep up in him. He always felt so envious whenever Norton got attention like this and he didn't. It wasn't like he never got attention, Frederick loved giving attention to him exclusively sometimes or together with the other. But he knew after his behavior, he was going to be left without any of the tenderness Norton was getting peppered with right now. He bit his lip, looking away as Frederick slipped his tongue into Norton’s mouth. Fuck, Frederick really knew how to push his buttons as revenge.
When Frederick pulled away, leaving strings of saliva dangling from Norton's agape mouth, he batted his eyelashes dreamily. “Won't you accompany me to my room, Norton? Good boys deserve treats, don't you think?”
Norton shook slightly, stumbling over his words. Any sort of praise like this always made him so weak. “Y-yes sir.”
“And you.” Frederick changed on a dime, smiling dropping and narrowing his eyes at Orpheus. “If you really are sorry, make yourself look pretty and meet us there.”
Orpheus tried to diffuse with a joke, smirking. “I thought I always look pretty.”
“Not when you have that ugly ass attitude.” Orpheus' grin changed to a frown, deciding to just trudge off as Frederick took Norton’s hand.
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Orpheus arrived outside Frederick's door, thankful no one else was in the hall to see his lewd outfit. He wore a black underbust corset, chest out and ready to be touched. Along with that, he wore matching lace panties with garters and fishnet tights. To top it off, he had a nice purple feather boa and a face of makeup, lips red and ready to leave marks along with smokey blue eyeshadow and cat winged eyeliner. He smiled seductively as Frederick opened the door, but that was replaced with a flustered expression as he saw what Frederick was wearing.
“Hm. You're lucky we didn't start without you. You took your sweet ass time.” Frederick said blankly, looking Orpheus up and down. Frederick always looked great in red, but the latex lingerie he wore really took the cake for how ravishing it made him look. His hair was pulled back tighter than usual and out of his face, tied up with a matching fiery red ribbon. The latex fit his curvy form like a glove, showing off every single dip and curve he had. Orpheus wanted to get between his thighs or chest already, but knew better. He looked down, realizing that Frederick was wearing the stripper-like high heels that Norton really liked. He knew where those sharp heels were going eventually, and hoped that Frederick at least had enough mercy to give him a break before digging them into his flesh.
“Are you going to gawk or are you going to come in? I don't have all day.” Frederick crossed his arms, eyes narrowing further at the novelist. Orpheus snapped out of it, following Frederick in. Norton was already on his knees on the floor, in nothing but his much more covering lingerie, garters, stockings, and a collar. He could see that his collar had a little heart shaped charm on it, with the label Good Boy in Frederick's handwriting on it. Frederick gave them their own custom collars, but would switch out what the tag said each time. The dark blue of Norton's collar stood out against the grays he was wearing, but not nearly as much as his reddened face did. Orpheus swore that if Norton had a tail, it would be wagging excitedly as he sat so obedient for Frederick. He didn't pay Orpheus any mind, even as he got on his knees next to him.
Frederick knelt down next to Orpheus, slapping a purple collar around his neck and tightening it. He glared at the novelist as he attached a leash to it, and added another heart shaped charm that said Bad Boy on it. Orpheus bit his lip, a bit embarrassed. “Is the leash really necessary?”
“Silence.” Frederick demanded, yanking the leash and causing Orpheus to yelp. “You've insulted me deeply, and I don't forgive easily. You will be put in your place.” Frederick stepped on Orpheus, digging his heel just above his knee. “Are we clear?”
“C-crystal.”
“Good.” Frederick loosened his grip on the leash and stepped off of Orpheus, looking at Norton. “Now, you remember my rules. If at any time you want me to stop, say red. If you want me to slow down or lighten up, say yellow. If I check in and you want me to keep going, say green.” His eyes shifted to Orpheus. “You too. I will care for my pets, even if they are out of line. Got it?”
“Yessir.” Both Norton and Orpheus said at the same time.
“Good boys.” Frederick pet Norton's hair, but didn't do the same for Orpheus.
“Norton, will you assist Orpheus in getting hard? He doesn't quite deserve my touch yet.” His orders were soft when directed at Norton, and of course the other would immediately bend to his will.
“Yessir.”
Norton was thankfully kinder than Frederick was right now, despite how much more vocal he was about his distaste for Orpheus. He put his scarred lips to one of Orpheus' pecks, sucking and biting around his nipple. Orpheus’ breath hitched, as he leaned back, using his elbows to keep himself up as Norton gave hickies and love bites to his chest. It seemed like Frederick couldn't keep his hands off of Orpheus for long though, because after a minute, he strolled behind the novelist and grabbed the feathered boa. He wrapped it around his neck and pulled it tight, causing Orpheus to gasp out as his breathing was restricted. Orpheus' hands dug into Norton's flabby yet muscular sides, pulling him closer as he moved from his chest to teasing his collarbone.
“Harder!” Orpheus barked in his usual more dominant voice, though was quickly humbled by a harsh pull of his leash.
“I don't take orders from you, bird brain.” Frederick hissed, though he did tighten the boa around his neck like asked. “If you want something, you're going to have to behave yourself and ask nicely like Campbell does.” Orpheus couldn't reply, all that was coming out were choked moans and whines.
“Isn't he so much more agreeable like this?” Frederick cooed, looking at Norton who marked all over his chest and neck with bites and bruised hickies. Norton hummed in agreement, staring at Orpheus' neck. “Oh? You want in on this?” Frederick grinned, dropping the boa and releasing Orpheus' neck. He gasped out, catching his breath. “Go ahead.”
Norton gave him a moment to regain his composure, before wrapping his large hands around the writer's throat. Orpheus moaned, continuing to dig his nails into Norton’s sides as he strangled him. Frederick played with Orpheus' unruly hair, listening to his chokes like it were music. “I bet you love having Norton's strong hands around your neck, don't you?” He teased, then yanked Orpheus' hair back. “I'd be jealous if I couldn't have him do it whenever I wanted.” He was right too. Orpheus loved how big Norton was compared to him, and how easily he could overpower and wreck him if he wanted. He could feel his eyes starting to roll back, groaning. “Y-yellow.” He croaked, Norton and Frederick immediately releasing him. He coughed out, the blood rushing back to his face as he greedily sucked in the air.
“He hard?” Frederick asked, hand on his hip as he pet through Orpheus' hair as he recovered.
“Yep.” Norton replied, barely able to contain his smile at how rock hard Orpheus was from getting choked out by the two of them.
“Good.” Frederick knelt down to Orpheus, pulling down his panties and watching as his cock slapped against his corseted stomach. “You're bigger as Nightmare, you know.” He teased, getting up to use the drawer next to them.
Orpheus rolled his eyes. “Yeah but I bet you couldn't treat me like your bitch if I was him right now-” He cursed as Frederick stepped on his stomach.
“Wrong. You're always my bitch, no matter how big and bad you might look or act.” Frederick pulled out nylon ropes, a gag, and a chastity ring. Orpheus frowned, knowing good and well what was in store.
Frederick gave a satisfied hum at Orpheus’ expression, tying his wrists and ankles. “Not too tight?”
“No.” Orpheus let out a pathetic whine as the chastity ring was slid onto his hard dick. His frown almost made Frederick feel bad, if he wasn't punishing him and didn't know Orpheus loved being cucked.
“Don't fret, you'll get to cum after I'm done with Norton.” He let the strap of the gag snap once. “Now open up.” Orpheus obliged, allowing the ball gag to make itself comfortable in his mouth as it too was tied. Frederick lifted him up surprisingly easily, placing him at the edge of the bed. “Now be a good boy and don't move, okay little birdie?” Orpheus nodded, envy brewing in his stomach as Frederick sauntered over to Norton.
“Now what should I do with you, my dearest Norton?” He hummed, placing his hands on Norton's chest and soft belly, trailing down the hairy and scarred areas of him.
“Can I eat you out, please?” Norton asked with eyes akin to a puppy's.
Frederick tenderly touched his face, lifting up his chin. “Of course you can.” His hand slid up to the large burn across Norton’s face, fingers gliding over the edge of his exposed teeth and gums. Norton closed his eyes, leaning into the gentle touch. “Oh dear, your face is burning up. Do I really make you that riled up?” Frederick giggled, pressing Norton's hot face to his chest and allowing him to rest his head on his soft boobs.
“You really do…” Norton muttered, slightly muffled as he sunk his face into the other's bosom. Even the hair on it was soft, the closest to an angel’s feathers that Norton could think of. “You're so beautiful.”
“You're such a charmer, Norty. And handsome to boot. All of you is so wonderful…your legs, your hips, your tummy, your chest, your arms, and especially that gorgeous face of yours.” He felt a vibration against his chest as Norton let out flustered sounds. “So cute…you ready to eat me out?” He asked, to which Norton nodded and moved his head out of his pillows.
Oh, Orpheus was absolutely steaming with jealousy at how soft and tender they were with each other. He wanted to be held like that, to be coddled by his beautiful Frederick! But no, he had to run his bigmouth and was now stuck with a throbbing hard-on and no way of relief. Frederick glanced over at him, a cruel smile on his lips. “You can't hide how green you are, Orpheus.” He said with a bubbling laugh, before turning back to Norton. “How would you like to drown in me, darling?” Norton’s face went deep red, nodding feverishly.
“Yes please! C-can you do the thing I like too?” Norton asked, eyes burning with desire.
“Hmm?” Frederick craned his neck to the side. “Which thing? You like a lot of things I do. Don't be shy, Norton.”
“Can you fuck into my face please? And pull my hair? I really like it when you do that…”
“For you, yes I can.” Frederick laid Norton down on his back, allowing him to get comfortable against the pile of pillows he had on his bed. He made a show of taking his panties off, making sure Orpheus got a full view of his plump ass to see what he was missing out on. Oh, how he took joy in the muffled whine from the novelist. He threw his red lace off to the side somewhere, completely focused in on Norton. “Now open your mouth, darling. You deserve a treat.”
Norton did as commanded, letting his mouth open as Frederick lowered himself down on his face and basically sat crotch first on it. He moaned as Norton stuck his tongue inside his cunt, yanking his black locks and shoving his face towards him until his nose was against his clit. He sighed out, thrusting into Norton’s face as he continued to suck and lick. He made sure to make his pleasure known, letting out long strings of praise and lewd noises. “You're so good with your mouth, Norton!” He mewled, squeezing his thick thighs against Norton's hot face. “You're such a good boy for me, you treat your master so well!” Norton murmured something, but it was covered by Frederick's pussy fucking his face. “Fuck, I wish I could breed you. I want to cum inside you so bad! Oh well, getting to cum all over your face is more than enough.” He cooed, gently stroking Norton's hair before pulling at it hard. Norton adjusted to suck and gnaw at his t dick, making Frederick scream out. “Your teeth feel so good! I love you Norton. You're such a good, good boy!” He yelled out, before cumming all over Norton’s face, thighs squishing against the sides of his head.
He rolled to the side, freeing Norton's face and panting. Norton was in the same boat, catching his breath as he curled up to Frederick. His face was absolutely drenched in Frederick's cum, dripping off of his nose and into the cracks of his exposed teeth. He ran his tongue over the area he could, before wiping the rest off with his hand. “Mm, you taste so good, Frederick.” He nuzzled into the crook of Frederick's neck, letting his greasy hair get played with by the musician.
“I'm glad. You did such a great job, love. I'll make sure you cum as much as I did.” He pressed a kiss to Norton's scalp, continuing to pet him.
After they caught their breath, Frederick smiled and looked at Orpheus. “You were so quiet I almost forgot you were there. Good job, maybe you aren't such a bad boy after all.” Frederick crawled over to him, untying his wrists and ankles before taking off the gag. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes I have! I won't ever insult you again, I promise!” Orpheus stammered out. Orpheus pathetically got onto his hands and knees, kissing along Frederick's inner leg and up to his thigh, leaving trails of red lipstick stains. “Please fuck me, I promise to be good! I'll do anything you want me to!” He begged, rubbing his cheek against Frederick's inner thigh. “Your body is like a sculpture of the muses, each mark on you is like a beautiful painting. I'd be lucky to worship the ground you walk on!”
He heard Norton snicker in the background, though he held in his laugh. Frederick however, didn't. Laughing evilly at the pathetic and feeble display Orpheus put on for him. “Oh how the mighty have fallen. Do I make you that horny? So much for an evil mastermind, you're tamer than a little songbird, aren't you?” He yanked Orpheus' hair up, loving how he groaned against it.
“Yes! I'll be anything you want me to be!” Tears formed at the corner of his eyes, and his cock was throbbing for relief. Frederick swore he would've came in his pants if not for the ring.
“Oh you poor thing, you're all pent up, huh?” He used his leverage on Orpheus' hair to make him look him in the eyes, lifting his face up. “Okay, I'll bite. You can fuck my ass.”
Orpheus frowned, “I can't breed you?” He asked rather pitifully.
Frederick barked out a laugh, his free hand holding his side as he lost it. “Oh heavens no! Why would I let your disgusting seed knock me up?” He hissed, eyes narrowing down at the writer.
“I- I'm sorry! I should be glad I get to fuck you in any way!”
“Hmm, that's what I thought.” Frederick released his hair, watching as Orpheus' dick throbbed hard at the humiliation and pain. “I think you might be more of a masochist than a sadist. I've never seen you this hard before.” His nails ran over Orpheus' covered cock, taking great pleasure in the way he writhed and whined. “Let's get this off of you. Though, you won't be my only focus right now.” Orpheus frowned once again, knowing he would have to share.
Frederick returned to the drawer, pulling out a strap on with a plug to go into his cunt. “Norton still needs the other part of his treat.” The prospector perked up, staring at the strap. “You okay with this arrangement?” Frederick asked, starting to attach the strap to his front..
“Yes!” Norton responded, practically bouncing.
“Aww, you're so cute when you're excited. Isn't he, Orpheus?” He turned his gaze to the novelist, knowing how envious he was of Norton right now.
He played along though, sighing. “Yes…he is.”
Norton snorted, “aw sounds like someone might actually like me.”
Frederick parroted his amusement, “he really does. He just likes being a prick and won't admit it.” He was done with the strap, so he pulled the chastity ring off of Orpheus' dick. Orpheus sighed in relief, the throbbing still present but no longer painful.
Frederick narrowed his eyes, “lose the corset.” Orpheus obliged, unclipping the corset and letting his bare middle show. He was getting chubby as of recently, and Frederick loved it. Frederick licked up his happy trail, and pinched his fatty middle. “Aren't you a cutie pie?” He teased, looking up to see Orpheus' reaction. His face was red, looking away at nothing in particular. He was so shy without his corset that it was almost comically uncharacteristic of his usual biting personality. “You're such a softie in reality, aren't you?” He only nodded in response, knowing that Frederick was only prolonging things despite the praise. He finally gave in and tossed a bottle of lube to Orpheus. He spread his legs a bit, letting the ass the novelist loved so much stick up in the air. “Go on, you get to prep me.” Orpheus wasn't going to complain, coating his fingers with the lube and spreading it over Frederick's awaiting hole. He made sure to hit all the spots he knew Frederick liked, though he was disappointed in the way Frederick showed no interest besides small noises.
Frederick looked down to Norton, who was comfy against the pillows, getting absolutely spoiled. He deserved all the pampering he got though, he was a good, passionate boy and a hard worker, two things that made Frederick's previously stacked high walls crumble down for him. His body was so beautiful, every single scar and stretch mark like the nice details of a painting. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Norton's chin, the stubble tickling against his face. “You're so wet already I don't even need to prep you.” Frederick teased, hands lovingly stroking Norton's chest. Norton was antsy and ready to be fucked. “You've been patient enough, let me take good care of you now.” With that, he slowly inserted the strap into Norton, watching as he squirmed with pleasure. Once he was fully in, he looked to Orpheus behind him. “Get your cock in me already. I don't have all day.” He glared, and Orpheus was quick to obey. Orpheus grabbed onto Frederick's plush hips, sliding into the composer's thick ass with ease. Frederick relaxed around him, sighing out. “Are we good to move?” He asked, and Norton nodded enthusiastically.
They've done this a decent amount of times, though it was usually Frederick on the bottom getting creampied and Norton or Orpheus’ spots interchangeable. Though, Frederick couldn't complain about his place of dominance and being both fucked and fucking at the same time. He liked the feeling of power. They were in sync mostly, aside from Orpheus’ movements stuttering a bit because of how pent up he was. Frederick took in the sounds, the grunts, moans, whispers and yelps of pleasure, the slapping of skin on skin. It was beautiful, a symphony of their lust and desire for each other. If he could put it into a composition, he was sure he'd infect the audience with the same pool of yearning at the pit of his belly that he felt.
Norton enthusiastically encouraged each thrust into him, digging his short nails into Frederick's back. “Fuck, you're so good Frederick!” He screamed, knees lifting up to Frederick’s hips and extending his legs to wrap around Orpheus too. “Keep going, both of you, please.” He begged. Meanwhile, Orpheus continued to pound into Frederick's ass, peppering kisses along his bare back and nape of his neck. He invited Norton's legs around him, taking a break from Frederick's back to leave kisses and marks on the miner's muscular calves. Despite how jealous he was, he still adored Norton. His body drove him crazy, and their incessant bickering and fights just made him desire him even more. He knew deep down that despite the pleasure he took out of annoying or torturing Norton Campbell, he loved him. And Norton deserved every single bit of pampering and tenderness he got.
Orpheus was reaching his limit, sweat dripping from his reddened face like rain, makeup practically melted off at this point. He bit his lip, trying to last a bit longer but he knew it was useless. “Fr-Frederick I can't take it anymore. Please let me cum, please!” He pleaded, eyes like a sad dog's as he looked at the composer. It almost made the musician laugh.
“Go, haah…go ahead. I've tormented you long enough tonight.”
Orpheus didn't need to be told twice, rutting into Frederick a few more times before letting out his load. It was probably the best climax of his life too, after being robbed of it for most of the night. He stayed in Frederick as he caught his breath, already seeing his seed drip out of the white haired man. He couldn't help but grin at that, despite how subservient he was made to be. He decided to slide his hands from Frederick's hips to under his boobs, cupping them and giving them a squeeze. They were like stress balls to him, but he still thumbed over and teased at Frederick's nipples to help him reach his own climax. Frederick always had such a sensitive chest, moaning out at his nipples being played with. He wished someone had their mouth on them right now, but this was good enough. He was focused on Norton right now anyways.
Norton didn't let out a warning for when he came, besides yelling “FUCK” as loud as he could. Very classy, Orpheus rolled his eyes at the crudeness despite being the same. He released all over the strap and Frederick's lower belly, legs trembling and falling weak like jelly once he was done. Frederick wasn't far behind, cumming onto the plug of the strap and riding out his orgasm into Norton until his legs also gave out. All 3 of them laid there, in a messy, panting pile of bodies and sweat. It took about 5 minutes for any of them to make a movement or say anything coherent, Frederick being the first to pipe up. “So, h-hah, boys, did you have fun?”
The two wordlessly nodded, still being too tired to move or respond verbally.
Frederick spread his legs, whining as he felt Orpheus' seed slip out of his ass and onto his sheets. He took a bit of it and Norton's cum, licking them off of his fingers and humming at the taste. Despite being mostly tasteless, slimy saltiness, he loved it.
“We should clean up now.” He stretched his shaking limbs, listening to the other two groan and sink further into the bed. Frederick frowned, but then sighed and shook his head. “Please be good boys and get cleaned up. Now.” The pet name got them up pretty quickly. And after a change of sheets, tidying up the room, and a nice shower for each of them, they were ready to settle down and enjoy some post-coital cuddles. As Frederick adjusted the pillows and put some plushies back in the bed, he noticed Orpheus was pouting. Norton noticed too, “what's your issue?”
“It's stupid.” The novelist muttered.
“Nonsense. What is it?” Frederick asked, being more gentle about it.
“...” Orpheus looked at the ground, “it's just…” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “you didn't kiss me at all tonight…” Norton burst out laughing. “It's not funny!” Orpheus barked, frowning.
Frederick giggled, “oh dear. It kinda is…” He shook his head, but leaned down to Orpheus to kiss his lips tenderly. “Better?”
“Mhm…”
Norton decided to join in, kissing the novelist on his jaw. “There you go, loser.”
“Thanks.”
Frederick smiled, “we should get to bed now.”
Frederick was in the middle for tonight, which meant he was going to spoil both of them until they fell asleep. Norton snuggled up to his chest, burying his face in the softness. Meanwhile, Orpheus curled up on Frederick's opposite side, resting his head in the crook of the composer's neck. Frederick sighed, petting through both of their hair, “you were such good boys tonight. I love you dears.”
“Love you too.” They both yawned out, though Norton's was muffled by Frederick's flesh.
“Sorry again for earlier.” Orpheus said before drifting off to sleep. Frederick couldn't help but sigh as he kissed his forehead.
“You're forgiven.”