Chapter Five #2
Tony looked down at the coupon sticking out of the pretty bag Avery had given everyone to carry their gifts home. “I like my coupon. You put a lot of effort into it.”
“It’s nothing compared to this!” He gestured wildly to the chairs and the bag in his hand that had Tony’s picture of him sticking out of it.
“Aw, T. Don't be like that,” Zephyr gently chided. “We love your present. Can I request more for my birthday? I want one like Tony’s.”
Tony nodded in agreement. “I liked Isaac’s.”
Zephyr snorted at the reminder. “Did you notice how Maverick’s and Isaac’s directly conflicted with one another. What happens if Maverick uses his on the same day as Isaac’s?”
Taron brightened, little by little, and his smile came back as he shook his head. “Nope. One coupon at a time. I’m only one person, after all. The rules are printed on the back.”
Zephyr grabbed Taron by the back of the head, smacking a kiss on his lips. “Of course you thought that far ahead. You’re gifted in your own way, T. Now come on, let’s get our man inside. Christmas still isn’t over, and I feel like Tony earned a reward for the gifts he got us.”
“Ooh, Tony sandwich?” Taron asked with a beaming grin. “Count me in.”
Tony could only laugh. He wasn’t going to say no to more time with his mates. If they wanted to use his silly drawings as an excuse, then he was going to let them.
It didn’t matter how many times they did it, it was always exciting whenever Tony’s mates pinned him between them.
He was surrounded by them, their hands on every inch of him, and they’d turn his mind to mush stealing kisses that utterly melted him.
He blinked, and suddenly his clothes were off, and he was being pushed onto the bed, Taron already half undressed and kissing down his neck as he hovered over him while Zephyr finished stripping and turned his attention to the clothes Taron forgot about.
Tony didn’t even flinch anymore when Zephyr took off his prosthetic for him. He trusted his mates, and he knew they weren’t bothered by his scars. They loved him just as he was.
He melted a little more into the bed, a needy groan filling his throat.
He rolled onto his side, taking Taron with him, and expected Zephyr to press himself against Tony’s back, but when he felt his cheeks spread and Taron suddenly slithered down his body, he had to bite back a whimper.
They knew how much it drove him crazy when they both–
“Ungh!”
Taron hummed a happy sound, bobbing his head on Tony’s cock while Zephyr speared him with his tongue.
Tony’s back arched as pleasure slammed into him, making him writhe from the intensity.
He was grateful that he’d been seeing Doctor Chapman long enough now that the movement no longer hurt so much that it stole his focus.
It only twinged a little, and he could enjoy the experience without distraction.
Though, maybe that wasn’t the best thing because with both his mates focused on him, he never lasted long.
“Zeph, Taron, I…”
They must have heard the warning in his voice because they switched to stretching him. It embarrassed him sometimes how quickly he came with these two, but who could blame him when he had one hundred percent of both his mates’ attention?
Normally, three fingers was all the prep he needed before they moved on to more fun stuff.
So when Zephyr added a fourth and scissored his fingers wider than normal, it took Tony by surprise.
He groaned, so distracted by it that he didn’t notice Taron sliding back into bed before another finger joined Zephyr’s.
Tony gasped, his whole body twitching at the stretch.
“We were thinking of doing something special tonight. Do you want to try taking both of us, a thaisce?”
Both… It took him a second to find enough brain cells to rub together to figure out what he was suggesting. Once he did, he had to grip the base of his dick again, the thought of both his mates inside him at once almost too much to take.
“Oh, gods, please…”
Taron snickered, and he and Zephyr moved like they’d had this all planned out beforehand. Zephyr turned Tony over, sliding his thick cock inside Tony in one smooth movement, then pulled him close and rolled onto his back, keeping Tony against his chest with his cock still deep inside him.
“Ngh, goddess, seeing him stretched around you…” Taron moaned.
He and Zephyr both shouted when Taron licked at where they were connected, and Tony squeezed his eyes shut, running through sports stats in his head to keep himself from coming.
“Stop teasing, Taron,” Zephyr growled. “He’s at his limit.”
That was true. He was barely hanging on by a thread. He wasn’t sure he’d last long enough for Taron to get inside him.
“Just Tony?” Taron queried innocently.
“Please, Taron,” Tony murmured. He didn't want to come yet. He had been thinking of this exact scenario since the first time they all slept together.
Pressing gentle kisses up his spine, Taron leaned against his back, careful not to put too much weight on him. “Alright, a thaisce. Relax for me, alright? We’ll take this slow.”
Tony did his best to do as he asked, taking deep breaths as Zephyr slid out almost to the tip. Pressure at his entrance made him gasp, but he forced his body to stay relaxed, moaning as Taron’s cock stretched him to the brink.
Lightning from Zephyr’s magic took away most of the ache as they both sank inside him, and they all paused to let him adjust when they were fully inside him.
Taron draped himself over Tony’s back, pressing kisses to his shoulder, his breathing unsteady as he asked, “Good?”
Tony couldn’t answer out loud. He could only moan, unconsciously clenching when Zephyr rocked his hips and Taron started to move in tandem.
“Oh, fuck,” Zephyr gasped.
Taron’s breathless laugh melted into a moan in Tony’s ear, making him shiver, and they all groaned as they shared the feeling, wrapped in each other more than they ever had before.
Tony couldn’t move. He could only lie there and feel it as his mates thrust inside him, both of them groaning helplessly as they picked up speed. The stretch, the way they were pummeling his prostate, being surrounded by the scent and warmth of them, it was everything he needed.
“Oh, shit, oh, fuck, it’s so good, I can’t–” Taron babbled, straightening and picking up speed, one hand clutching tightly to Tony’s good hip while the other was laced in Zephyr’s.
Tony felt his balls pull up tight, his mouth falling open as pleasure danced along his skin. Too much, too much, too much.
“Ungh!”
He came with a garbled shout, clamping down on his men who both bellowed in surprise.
The heat of their release filled him to bursting, spilling down his thighs, but Tony couldn’t find it in him to care, not when it felt that good.
He was swept away by the pleasure, reveling in it long enough that when he finally came to, his mates had already cleaned him up and shifted him around so that he was cuddled against Taron’s chest. He sighed in utter contentment as Zephyr pressed up against his back.
This. This was where he was meant to be.
Not in the military. Not with his family who always saw him as a disappointment.
Here, with his mates. With his friends at the office.
The people who chose him as he was, and didn’t ask for anything more than he could give.
He hadn’t thought holiday miracles were real, but maybe, just maybe, he’d gotten his.
How else would you explain having the perfect Christmas?