The Keyboardist's Secret

Chapter 25

Zim's P.O.V.

Pogo approaches the bed just as soon as I finish yanking Twiggy's tights off, exposing him in only his pretty little panties lying on the mattress. At the sight of the lingerie, I instantly feel myself harden and reach out to paw at his bulge. This earns me a light squeal, and I glance up, settling a sensual gaze on my lover standing before us.

"Care to join us?" I ask coyly. The bed shifts when Twiggy sits up, and my eyelids flutter when I feel him start to tongue and suck at my neck, making rude, wet smacking sounds. Pogo's jaw drops at the lewd scene, and I grin when I notice his pants starting to strain at his crotch. Mmm... I reach a hand out to him and crook my finger seductively. "Come on."

Without any hesitation, Pogo strips himself bare and crawls onto the bed with the look of a ravenous predator. I can feel his glorious blood pumping through his veins; I shudder in bliss to think of it coursing down my throat, hot and fresh and sweet. Immediately, Pogo captures my lips with his and slides his tongue in, making me drown from the sultry heat of his mouth. I moan into the kiss and feel Twiggy's lips slide down the side of my neck towards my collarbone, biting down slightly. Automatically I squeeze his bulge and he doesn't relent. The room is filled the sounds of wet, sloppy kisses and eager shameless moans.

Pogo notices Twiggy's treatment on my skin and breaks away from my lips for a moment with a devious grin. He pulls him back with a fistful of his dreads, making him cry out in slight pain and whispers with a hiss, "You are going to let me fuck that cute little ass of yours, aren't you?" Twiggy whines, his eyes glittering in pain and arousal. Taking that as his permission, Pogo grunts approvingly and pulls me in for a quick yet heated kiss. "Why don't you give his mouth something to do, baby boy?" he murmurs, his lips just a hair's breath from my own.

I bite my lip, nod, and flit my gaze over to Twiggy, who had instantaneously gotten into a beautifully degrading position on his hands and knees, staring up expectantly from Pogo to me with wide, lustful eyes. Gently, I tip his head up with my index finger and lean down to kiss him softly at first. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Pogo quickly ripping Twiggy's underwear off, sucking on two fingers and then positioning himself at his ass. Slowly, gradually he slides them past his entrance, and I swallow the pained yet pleasured groan that erupts from Twiggy's throat.

Breaking away, I move to my knees and align my throbbing dick in front of his mouth. "Open," I command and he does with the most docile, innocent expression. I move in slowly, and he sucks on my head, ushering a guttural sound from my lips. As I begin fucking his mouth, I stare at Pogo, who is still stretching, teasing, and pumping his fingers in and out of Twiggy's ass unrelentingly. As soon as he feels that he has adjusted to his fingers, Pogo pulls them out much to the disappointed moan I hear below me and positions his cock against his entrance.

I watch him push in with one hand on Twiggy's spine. I hear Twiggy's muffled moans and feel the vibrations against my dick. I feel myself growing even harder, God so fucking hard. Pogo meets my gaze and begins to slowly, rhythmically thrust in and out of him. That turns me on so much that I lean forward and he does as well. Our lips smash together in a thrilling, steamy display of lust while he fucks Twiggy's ass and I fuck his mouth.

Twiggy whines below us, and when we break away, we both watch as he continues to suck me off while attempting to bring himself to release. Pogo however, swats his hand away.

"Ah, ah, ah," he reprimands tauntingly, thrusting into him a little harder, showing his dominance. "Only I get to do that." Leaning down, Pogo begins to jack Twiggy off in time to his thrusts, gradually getting faster and faster. I listen to Twiggy's whimpers and Pogo's satisfied grunts and feel myself getting closer and closer to release.

"Pogo, babe, I'm gonna-" My words fail with a lusty groan, and my hand grabs Twiggy's dreads, tugging as I reach my peak and come down his throat. I let out a loud cry and pull out of his mouth. Some of my cum dribbles down his chin, and I wipe it away, kissing him and tasting myself on his tongue. With a squeal and a sigh into my mouth, Twiggy comes from Pogo's hand on his cock, and my lover follows suit, slowing his thrusts and slamming into him one last time with a carnal groan as he releases himself into him.

Like a domino effect, Pogo collapses on top of Twiggy, who falls against my chest thoroughly fucked. I hold him close to me as he manages to kiss and lick at my neck.

"I didn't get to kiss you as much as I wanted..." Twiggy pouted adorably.

I chuckle as he tackles me on my back and say, "Do whatever you want, cutie."

Twiggy giggles as he hovers over me and then leans in to softly brush his lips against mine, a light feather kiss. Even after being used like a whore, he is still as innocent as ever. I moan and sigh in sweet ecstasy as his thick, full lips leave a spit-slick trail down my throat and make their way down my chest, teasingly biting and sucking on my nipples and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses down my abdomen. My cock twitches at this, and I squeeze my eyes shut, writhing at the sensuous feel of his mouth on my naked body.

Suddenly I feel a presence behind me. Pogo sits by my head and runs his fingers through my black hair, giving them a light but domineering tug that causes me to whine whorishly.

"Don't forget that I'll be fucking you next, my precious little slut," he growls softly and bends down to kiss my lips ravenously. The sensory overload washes over me. With Pogo's tongue teasing my lips and Twiggy's mouth everywhere on my body, I feel myself melt into the sheets, moaning and whimpering like the slut that my lover says I am.

When he breaks away from my lips to press soft kisses along my cheek and jaw, I begin to beg breathlessly. "Yes... please. Fuck me, Pogo..."

"What the fuck?!"

All three of us stop at once and turn our heads to the door. Manson stands there, arms crossed and brow furrowed deeply in confusion and quiet rage. His eyes move to Twiggy, who looks like a frightened doe trying to mask his guilt. Before he can say anything more though, Pogo alights from the bed and approaches him with an easy swagger. "Hey, Marilyn," he purrs. "Thought you'd never arrive."

~TRez0517

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