Merry Christmas & Happy New Year

Boys Toys. Part 3.

Written by Katikatka Big surprise there.

Token warning:
More smut. Really smutty smut. Same warning as before still applies. Only now I'm sleep deprived because someone told my son to try and stay up all night and catch Santa so this update was delayed until I could get my brain working again. I'm going to be a widow for the New Year. I swear... smh. Also, in case it's not readily obvious: this chapter is Yo's P.O.V. Because I am a lazy Smut Queen who kept getting confused with who was doing what/who when all six are involved in a massive party. So, don't like it? Bite me.

Wayo's P.O.V

It was strange- being unable to see or hear anything. Even the buds in my ears and the blindfold on my face felt slightly removed, as though I had become so accustomed to their presence that I no longer noticed them.

     The sheets beneath me were smooth and cool; satin? Or silk? There's a breeze on my skin from a ceiling fan and it feels like cool whispers along my body. No... no... that's not a breeze from a fan; that air was hot and vaguely wet and while the ceiling fan is a constant chill this moved from my shoulder up to my neck and oh fuck that's teeth. I turn my head to give the mouth at my neck easier access and the teeth grazing along my skin send shivers down my spine. I like teeth. There's something about being bitten on the neck, the mix of sharp pain with the thrill of being that vulnerable beneath my partner, that I have to admit is a major turn-on.

     This isn't a bite though, more that the teeth are holding me in place while the mouth licks and sucks at my skin. A whimper escapes my throat before I can stop it- I'd rather just the teeth.

    "Argh!" What was that? Something pinched my nipple and it's too hard and cold to be fingers and it's getting tighter until my moans become whimpers. Deep breaths, Yo. Breath into it... the pain slowly becomes a soft buzz in the back of my mind and I relax only to find myself arcing upwards, taut as a bow, when the same thing happens to my second nipple.

     "Fuck you, Ai'Shitty Ming." I curse my boyfriend. I can't see or hear who is putting the clamps on me but I do know my boyfriend and this has to be his idea. "Ah... ah..."

Pant. Just pant. Pant and cuss out that good for nothing talking dick because the pain is taking longer to fade and my writhing made the first clamp jerk against my nipple so now they're both on fire and I can feel something cool and heavy lying across my chest.... are they connected? Quick, distraction- focus less on the pain and more on why this feels concerning. There was a set of nipple clamps that Ming showed me online recently, but if I remember correctly (and the slowly fading pain in my nipples is making it hard to think at all let alone correctly) that set had a third clamp- a clit clamp- and all three were connected with chains. The pain fades into the background once more and I unclench my fists. It can't be that set because I don't have a clit...

      "Shia!" There's something cold draping down my torso and if that's what I think it is then fuck Ming; I'm calling red. No way is he clamping that to my dick! The word is stolen from my mouth however when something hot and wet encloses my dick and all I can do is groan and thrust up into it. He swallows, throat constricting around me as a hand curled around my hip- holding them still and stopping my thrusts.

      I whimper. I want more. More heat, more wet, more friction. Whoever it is must be able to read my mind because they comply, driving me closer and closer to the edge but just as I feel like I'm close to cumming they pull off and something sharp pinches the skin between the base of my dick and my balls. It doesn't get tightened as much as the clamps on my nipples but it still hurts and I need it loosened and all I need to say is...