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Prompting: [CK or KK: pairing/gen/etc, kink]
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CK: Carmen/Amanda, fluff
Post-divorce Amanda finds herself in a sports bar hit on by some aholes, but the cute waitress gets rid of them for her. Bonus for bathroom cunnilingus.
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Fill part 2/2: Re: KK: Johnny/Bobby, Johnny/Daniel/Bobby, apology
Date: 2021-04-03 05:19 am (UTC)They’re in the shower, and Daniel finally gets what the big deal is.
He started to get it when they helped him out of his boxers. Daniel leaned back into Bobby’s arms while Johnny knelt in front of him, easing the fabric down and off, using a warm hand to gently lift Daniel's feet free of the fabric. When he looked up at Daniel through the fan of his hair, Daniel got it.
Now they’re in the shower, things are (literally) getting steamy, with Bobby in front of him, his back against the wall and hair brushing the showerhead, and Johnny behind him, holding his hips to guide him under the gentle spray of the warm water.
It’s overwhelming, all the touch, and Daniel’s concentrating very hard on not getting a boner when Johnny wills him forward, getting his head under the warm water. Bobby cradles his face with a surprising amount of gentleness, and the feeling warms him all over.
Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard, Don’t–
This proves impossible as they wash him gently, sluicing water over his thin form while Daniel stares determinedly at the tile and doesn’t think about what’s happening. Johnny soaps his back and Bobby, well. Bobby kneels down to wash Daniel’s legs, hands sliding up and around his thighs and Daniel can’t take it anymore. He’s hard.
Daniel knows Bobby sees it, must, it’s right there in his face, swollen and needy and bobbing innocently in the air like it isn’t the worst traitor in the world, but he doesn’t say anything. He sets the soap down next to him and begins to rinse off Daniel’s legs.
Maybe he’s just being kind. Daniel always thought that Bobby seemed like the nicest of their little group, seemed to know when they went too far.
But if Bobby’s being kind, then Johnny’s being the same asshole he always was, because he reaches around and grabs hold of Daniel’s dick with one soapy hand.
Before he can figure out to react, his body reacts for him, and Daniel bucks into the tight hold of his hand, hissing. When he speaks, it comes out breathless. “Johnny, what–”
“We said we wanted to make it up to you, yeah?” Johnny says, low in his ear. Daniel tries to inhale, fails, and tries again. Realizes he can’t form words and nods. He can feel the smile in Johnny’s voice, “This is us making it up to you.”
He strokes Daniel a few more times, firm, but before Daniel can get too into it, Bobby smacks his hand away.
Johnny makes a noise of protest, but Bobby insists, “Man, you’ve got soap all over your hand. You’re gonna give him a UTI.” Gently cups his hand to fill it with water and runs soft fingers over Daniel’s cock.
“Shit, Bobby,” Daniel groans, quickly losing himself in the pleasure of Bobby’s warm hand.
Johnny hums in his ear, “You think that’s good, what till you see what he can do with his mouth.” Reaches around Daniel to thumb at Bobby’s heavy lower lip. Bobby’s grip tightens, stroking with a twist over Daniel’s head, and he’s smirking up at Johnny. “Show him, Bobby.”
Bobby jacks a little faster, ignoring the desperate noises Daniel’s making. “But if I’m down here with my mouth, what’ll you do to pull your weight, Johnny?”
Johnny’s hands tighten around Daniel’s waist, and he looks down at them, that much harder at how big they look around his frame. “I’m sure I can think of something,” he says, before turning Daniel’s head and capturing his mouth.
If he weren’t too busy trying to commit every second of this moment to memory, holy shit he’s kissing Johnny Lawrence, he’d have heard the noise of approval Bobby makes before closing his lips around Daniel’s head.
He doesn’t offer any type of slow build-up, instead going for immediate and enthusiastic tight suction around the tip of his shaft while jacking him at the base. Daniel’s kind of embarrassed at the desperate moan he lets out, but Johnny swallows it with his capable mouth.
Between the heat, the suction, the kissing, and the wandering hands, it isn’t long before Daniel’s head falls back onto Johnny’s shoulder and he whines. “God- Johnny please. I need- oh shit- I need-“
Johnny’s hand wanders down, loosely gripping Daniel at his base, feeling bumping against Bobby’s lips as he bobs his head. “What Daniel? What do you need?”
If he had any higher functioning brain paper left at all, Daniel would turn and slug the smug tone right out of Johnny’s voice, but, “Fuck me!” He gasps out. “Fuck me please Johnny I need-“ another desperate wet gasp. “Johnny please, please-” Now that he’s started he can’t stop. “Johnny- fuck me-”
“Okay, okay! LaRusso,” Johnny smoothed a hand along his flank, and Daniel keens, jackknifing forward into Bobby’s mouth. “Cool your jets, I got you.”
He taps once on Bobby’s forehead, who pauses to look at Johnny. His mouth is wet and red and perfect and Daniel lets his head fall back again because he can’t take it. Because his head is tilted back, Daniel doesn’t see Bobby stand up, and he lets out a soft noise of surprise when Bobby gently claims his mouth.
He lets out a deeper noise when Bobby gently pulls him forward, so his weight is leaning against Bobby’s cut stomach instead of Johnny’s. Johnny’s hand squeezes Daniel, pulling him apart and sliding his fingers along Daniel’s ass.
Daniel hisses and bucks forward, moaning when his erection brushes Bobby’s. Bobby moans quietly too, leans away from Daniel’s mouth to suck a path of hot kisses on Daniel’s neck.
Johnny speaks. “Do you think your mom will mind if we use her fancy conditioner?” Teasing, with his fingers already slicked up and trailing over Daniel’s hole.
“Don’t- god- don’t talk about my mom right now asshole.”
“No,” Johnny agrees, placing a small kiss at the top of Daniel’s spine. “Not when there are more important things to do with my mouth.” And then he’s leaning over Daniel, first finger pressing into him, and kissing Bobby, right there in Daniel’s face.
“Fuck–” Daniel hisses, hips bucking forward to meet Bobby’s again, who moans appreciatively, and then back to get more of Johnny’s finger.
Johnny slides in and out of him for a moment, letting Daniel adjust to the stretch of his finger before adding a second, breaking away from Bobby, pressing lightly on the top of his head. “How’re you feelin’ LaRusso?” Curls his fingers forward as Bobby takes Daniel back in his mouth.
“I- hnn- good, ah! So good, you can add another, please.” He’s jerking, driving his hips backward wildly. “Please, I need more need–”
Johnny indulges him, adds a third finger, and curls them all to touch that spot in Daniel that makes white-hot pleasure dance along his spine. Johnny’s mouth brushes his neck, down the line of his throat to the juncture of his throat and his shoulder and he bites.
Daniel hisses and jerks forward and back again, burying his hands in Bobby’s hair and pulling in a gentle apology for fucking his mouth like a savage. Bobby seems unperturbed, hallowing his cheeks and bumping his nose against Daniel’s dark curls.
“Shit,” Daniel breathes out. “Shit, Johnny I need–”
“I know,” interrupts Johnny, pulling out his fingers and chuckling when Daniel whines at their loss. “Here,” Johnny says carefully, placing his hand on Daniel’s lower back. “Lean forward a little, use your hands- there you go,” he says when Daniel gets the message and bends slightly at the waist, pressing his hands flat against the tile.
He feels one of Johnny’s hands stroke over his flank, “Bobby?” he asks. “Hold him open for me?”
Shit.
Bobby reaches up and around, pulling Daniel further into his mouth as he spreads him open. Daniel’s mouth drops open when he feels Johnny behind him, cock in hand as he slides it over Daniel’s hole again and again.
“Are you ready for this?” He asks, and then before Daniel can answer, he’s sliding in. “Oh, shit.”
Daniel can’t– he can’t, “Ohhh.”
“Shit,” Johnny agrees. He pushes all the way in and holds there, reaching around to stop the movement of Bobby’s head. Let’s Daniel really feel it. He’s so full. “You’re so tight,” murmurs Johnny, awe in his voice, and Daniel whines.
“Move. Move please–” Daniel distantly thinks that maybe he should be embarrassed at how much he’s begging but he doesn’t have the brain space to be.
Johnny indulges him, slides out slowly before pushing back in, and the movement jostles Bobby, who swallows around him.
Daniel sags forward, held up by Bobby’s hands on his waist and Johnny’s iron grip on his hip as Johnny rocks in and out, making Daniel see stars.
“Oh shit,” he gasps out. “Oh shit, oh shit.” He feels Johnny lean toward him, face pressing into his back, and the angle pushes his cock into Daniel’s prostate, driving against it over and over.
Another strangled moan and a gasp, “Oh shit, Johnny, I’m– fuck.”
Even though he’s breathing raggedly, Johnny still manages to smirk against Daniel’s back, sound smug when he says, “Bobby, he’s about to come. You ready for it?”
Bobby moans appreciatively around Daniel’s dick, and he realizes that his hand is moving, near his lap, and oh shit. He redoubles his efforts, taking Daniel down to the root on every stroke, reaching back to rolls with Daniel’s tightening balls in his free hand.
“You gonna come for us Daniel?” Johnny murmurs in his ear, hips fucking into him harder than ever. “Gonna let us make it all up to you? Maybe we can work out a system, you tally up every bruise we gave you last semester, and we’ll give you an orgasm for each one. That sound good?”
Daniel can’t answer, because he’s too busy coming, hips finally stilling as Johnny pushes forward into him, driving Daniel’s spurting cock into Bobby’s willing throat over and over.
Johnny fucks Daniel through the aftershocks, pulling out right before coming with his own low groan all over Daniel’s back. And he’s just gotten clean.
Johnny keeps his face pressed against Daniel’s back, lets out a broken, “Come on Bobby,” and then Bobby’s gone too, thrusting up into the tight circle of his fist all over his thighs.
Bobby leans against Daniel’s leg for a moment, and his spent cock gives an interested twitch at the closeness of the mouth that held him so well.
They all sit in appreciative silence as they catch their breath.
Finally, Daniel speaks up, “You are so forgiven."
Re: Fill part 2/2: Re: KK: Johnny/Bobby, Johnny/Daniel/Bobby, apology
Date: 2021-04-03 05:54 am (UTC)UNF.
Re: Fill part 2/2: Re: KK: Johnny/Bobby, Johnny/Daniel/Bobby, apology
Date: 2021-04-05 05:51 pm (UTC)