Nothing But Thieves Imagines (Mature Content)

King Size - Conor & Phil - Part 2

MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY

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Phil's lips were tentative, and slow to react to your touch. For a moment he was so tense you thought he'd pull away and run from the house, never to speak of this again.

You felt Conor's eyes on you both, also waiting for a reaction.

But then something snapped in Phil, and he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close and pressing himself hungrily against you. You raised up on your tiptoes and giggled softly into him, smoothing your hands up and over his broad shoulders as his hot tongue plunged into your mouth.

"Fuck me," Conor breathed in that lust-filled tone, and he sprang from where he had been leaning against the wall of the house.

He enveloped you from behind, his hands coming around to fan across your lace-covered breasts as Phil kissed you.

You moaned softly, and Phil responded, deepening the kiss and burying his hands in your hair.

The sensations were almost too much -- this broad chest pressing against yours from the front, that slight ribcage pressing from behind, Conor's hands caressing your chest. You felt about ready to explode right there.

You pulled back from Phil, looking up into his eyes and pushing his hair back from his forehead. He managed a sheepish smile and looked down bashfully.

Damn, he is so fucking adorable, you thought.

As if on cue, Conor's chin came to rest on your shoulder, and you both looked at Phil. You knew full well the effect Conor's puppy-dog eyes could have. You slid your body out from between them and stood to the side, grasping each of their hands.

"Go on, Phil," you whispered, and pulled Conor slightly towards him. Conor looked up at him adoringly, his boyish face shining in the moonlight.

Without hesitation, Phil stepped closer and dipped his head, slowly grazing his lips across Conor's neck. The smaller man squeezed your fingers so tight you thought they might break, and his other hand flew to Phil's shoulder.

He whimpered as Phil's tongue traced a wet line from his collarbone to his ear, and when it reached his earlobe, he let out a high-pitched squeal of pleasure.

Something about that squeal broke Phil. The big man groaned, crouched and hooked his hands under Conor's thighs, hitching him up and slamming him against the wall of the house.

You gasped in sheer delight as Conor's legs wrapped tightly around Phil and his head lolled back, his eyes rolling closed. Phil was manic, biting and licking hungrily at Conor's ear, eliciting little moans that made you go wild just at the sound.

Conor's eyes turned to meet yours, full of a deep lust that sent all your senses reeling. Still clutching your hand, he pulled you close and your lips met sloppily.

Never would you ever tire of the softness and sweetness, yet animal need that emanated from Conor's lips. With his mouth still buried in Conor's neck, Phil dropped a hand around your back, finding your ass and squeezing it.

You dared not blink for fear this incredible fantasy would shrivel into nothing. Phil's hand stroking your ass and Conor's hot tongue in your mouth while he moaned in response to Phil's attentions...

Enough. You needed both of these men naked as quickly as possible. You tore yourself away and tugged at their hands.

"Inside, now, both of you," you ordered.

Phil looked up at you, grinning, and guided Conor gently to the ground.

"She always this pushy?" Phil's voice lilted with amusement as you dragged them through the living room and into to the bedroom.