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Strahm and Patrick had been planning this for months, and now the day had finally come. They spent all this time getting to know their new 'friend', just to make sure the other was truly comfortable with him.
The clock struck 6pm, and their…third party, was arriving for dinner in 30 minutes. Thankfully, due to neglectful parents, Patrick learned to cook by the time he was 7 years old. A whopping ten years later, he was making a gourmet style meal for his fiancé and a guest.
He'd made steak with asparagus, as well as pasta salad and a pie for dessert. The steak was even marinated before seasoning, just for extra flavor.
When the clock struck 6:20, he started to make plates at their dining table. Their guest got the largest portion, to spoil him of course, and due to the fact Patrick shamefully liked when people ate more than their fill of his cooking. Patrick himself had the smallest portion, he couldn't eat much with a nervous stomach.
The doorbell rang, and the two lovers locked eyes before looking at the door. Patrick nodded his head, signaling Strahm to go open the door. In walked a more tubby man, who wasn't exactly blessed in height either compared to the two, standing at a whopping 5'10. He was perfect, well, at least to the two of them.
Patrick immediately fixed his posture and clapped his hands together, a smile growing along his face.
" Detective! Welcome, welcome, please have a seat! Biggest plate is yours, guests honor. "
" Spoiling me, how cute. And please, call me Hoffman or Mark when I'm off the clock. " The shorter man smiled and waved him off, taking seat in front of his plate and grabbing a knife and fork. He carefully dug into the steak as the other two sat down.
Strahm was a bit irked by not saying grace — despite being the only one who cared — but given what they'd be doing later, any form of praying was out of the window.
Not much conversation was shared during dinner, the two men were too busy shoveling down Patrick's food, while he in comparison was slowly eating so as to not upset his stomach. Strahm took notice, cocking his eyebrow at the boy, who waved him off with a smile.
As excited as he was for this, he was still painfully anxious. What if Strahm didn't like it after all and it caused an argument? What if he didn't like it himself? All the thoughts raced, but he was snapped out of it by hearing the two men attempt to get his attention.
" Pat? You're staring off into space "
" What? Oh. Sorry, haha! " His chuckle was riddled with anxiety as he responded to Strahm, fuck he was coming off as weird. He'll just have to make up for it later in bed, that's fine! Nothing he couldn't handle.
" Are you sure you want this? You seem.. " The other man started to speak, but his sentence trailed off, resulting in a shrug to finish his sentence. Patrick started to nod frantically, seeming a little desperate, but fuck it. Whatever got the point across, right?
After everyone had finished eating, Strahm invited the two to the couch to watch a movie. Patrick settled between the two men, heart thumping out of his chest. Their couch wasn't exactly big, so they were all in a tight squeeze, not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough so where both Strahm and Hoffman were touching him on either side.
Patrick leaned to lay on Strahm, but left his hands on his thighs, near Hoffman. A hand inched its way onto his thighs, followed by eyes finding his to confirm the action was okay. Patrick nodded lightly, then returned to nuzzle into the crook of his fiancé's neck.
Strahm put on a simple movie, horror, as expected. About midway through, the same hand from earlier started to creep higher up his thigh, deeper into the crotch of his pants. A simple action elicited a hushed whine from the boy, clenching his fists with anticipation.
Strahm looked over at the sound, a sly smile gliding across his face as he kissed the top of Patrick's head, then nodded to Hoffman. He shimmied out from underneath the boy and moved to a side chair they had opposite of the couch.
Hoffman continued to inch his way up Patrick's thigh, until he was practically palming the boy from outside his pants. Patrick squirmed, whining again, yet louder this time, as if projecting for his audience.
Patrick shifted, facing Hoffman and settling against the arm of the couch with his legs spread. A shiver ran down his spine as Hoffman literally crawled toward him like a wild animal, but good lord it was attractive.
The man quickly undid Patrick's jeans and ripped them off, tossing them off the couch. He looked the boy up and down like he was food, hunger gleaming in his eyes. Patrick swallowed anxiously, he felt like an animals prey, but fortunately for them both, he liked it.
His boxers were next to go as Hoffman hastily undressed them both, leaving him bare like a nude model for Strahm. His eyes flickered over to his fiancé, who looked as if he was in a trance at the show in front of him.
His eyes darted back to Hoffman, who had now sat right in front of him and was waving his fingers in Patrick's face to get his attention.
" They aren't going to wet themselves, princess. " The last word slipped its way into Patrick's veins like poison, causing his stomach to flip. Sure, sometimes he had fantasies about being a girl with Strahm, but this was an entirely new feeling.
He dropped his mouth open and stuck his tongue out, waiting expectantly for Hoffman to place his fingers inside his mouth. However, that never came, and Patrick had to do it himself. He was used to laying back and being taken care of, but actually partaking in the activities was fun too.
He delicately sucked on the man's fingers, like an animal licking at a treat. Hoffman was satisfied after hardly a minute, deciding they were wet enough.
The initial stretch of insertion was still a shock for Patrick, a warm feeling washing over him as he let out a deep gasp. His hips bucked on instinct, and his eyes slammed shut. The deeper the fingers went, the more he whined and tried to push further down, physically begging for more.
Hoffman cooed, smiling with a sinister look, even looking over at the boys fiancé, still wanting to make sure everyone was enjoying this. He didn't need verbal confirmation to know to continue, the look in the mans eyes was more than enough.
He continued to scissor Patrick open, the boy doing nothing but whining as his eyes welled up with desperate tears. Hoffman decided to test how long the two could go without actually fucking, how hard he could abuse this kids prostate with just his fingers.
It started with a simple brush against it, causing Patrick's body to stiffen as he practically yelled a string of curses.
" DothatagainpleaseFuck pleaseplease- " The boy begged pathetically, tears streaming down his face as he looked at Hoffman with clouded eyes. How could he say no to that pretty face?
Hoffman continued to rub against the boys sensitive spot, smile growing wider with every sound and tear he produced. The room was filled with Patrick's moans and whines, literally echoing off the walls.
" Ple-please I'm hah I'm gonna- " He started to whine out, but Hoffman's fingers were removed from him before he could even finish. He started to shake his head vigorously, desperate for anything to fill him up again.
" There there, don't worry. I've got something better for you. " Hoffman cooed as he spat into his hand and gave himself a few short strokes.
Patrick's eyes widened, finally getting a look at the mans cock. It was thicker than it was long, but it wasn't small either. How was that going to fit inside him? Its so —
His racing thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Hoffman slowly pushing himself inside the boy. Patrick let out a gutteral moan as his body continued to stretch out around Hoffman.
Patrick's gaze flickered back to his fiancé, only to see the man jerking himself off to the sight of his property getting ripped open by someone else. The sight cause Patrick's stomach to twist, ripping another moan out of him as his body re-focused on the cock inside him.
His moans were theatrical — not fake, but definitely projected louder than normal — just to entertain both the men in the room. Each thrust came closer and closer to slamming into his prostate, and when it finally did, he literally screamed, probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
Hoffman picked Patrick up by the waist and started to bounce him on his lap. The boy wrapped his arms around the detective and clawed at his back, entire body shaking. Long marks covered Hoffman's back, burning more and more as Patrick continued to scratch over them again.
The more Hoffman pounded into him, the more he massaged against Patrick's prostate, rolling his eyes back slightly every time.
Patrick clinged closer as his muscles spasmed, basically forcing their bodies into one another as he came. It splattered everywhere, covering both of their stomachs.
Afterwards, Hoffman's thrusts got more sloppy and harsh, slamming into him like they were fighting rather than fucking. The overwhelming sensation only made Patrick moan louder as he sobbed, biting into Hoffman's shoulder to muffle himself slightly.
Another moan filled the room, this time Strahm's, at least that's what Patrick assumed with his clouded brain. A few seconds later, he felt Hoffman explode inside him, causing him to bite down harder with the warm feeling.
They sat there for roughly a minute, just panting, when Strahm interrupted by tapping Hoffman on the back.
" Ready? "
Patrick looked up at his fiancé with wet eyes, tilting his head. Ready for what? Next thing he knew, he was being layed down on his back. Hoffman and Strahm were whispering to each other, and all he could pick up was the words phone, record, and Strahm's desperate please.
He went to sit up when Hoffman pushed him back down and cooed, telling him it's "almost over", and then he felt Strahm crawl between his legs.
" Baby what are you- Oh. " His sentence trailed off into a moan as Strahm teased his rim with his tongue. His hands flew to the side of the couch to grab on and prepare. They'd done this before, but never under these circumstances—this was the first time they'd been in these circumstances to be fair.
Hoffman was standing off to a side angle, recording with his phone. Patrick's breath hitched, holding in a moan as Strahm basically ate him whole.
Hoffman cocked an eyebrow, chuckling while looking at Patrick's strained face, doing anything to hold it in.
" Come on, the video isn't going to anyone but him. Make it worth our while, yeah? " A few simple words like that broke the barriers Patrick held up, letting out a despaired moan as he gripped harder onto the couch.
His entire body was shaking with overstimulation, moans going from loud to soft and pained — not a bad pain, but still pained — hands moving from the couch to Strahm's hair.
His fiancé continued to lap at his insides, cleaning him out fully. The feeling made his body go extremely warm, eyes glossy and half-lidded as he struggled to keep them open.
Just before he could cum a second time, Strahm pulled away and wiped the excess from his mouth. The sudden end caused him to whine and tear up.
Hoffman walked back over to the two and wrapped his arms around Strahm, smiling like a sly fox.
" I'd say we should do this again, maybe reverse the roles. What do you think Strahm? "
The boys fiancé nodded, looking back at Patrick with desperate eyes. He thought for a moment, but everything in his body was screaming to say yes. He slowly nodded, still distracted by the fact he was so close to cumming again.
Strahm stood and cleared his throat, grabbing Patrick and pulling him up, wrapping one of the boys arms around his neck.
" Let's all go get cleaned up, yeah? "
This time, he nodded weakly as exhaustion hit him. The three all headed towards the bathroom, carefully entering their tub—it could only fit two, but Hoffman said he preferred the shower anyways.
The last thing he remembered was Strahm's hushed praises in his ear as he dozed off in the mans arms.