a favor or two

Taph sighed, tracing their finger across the lines of a blueprint, the indication of their boredom clear to the world. Nothing was entertaining—at least not without Builderman, whom they’d truly loved and admired. God, the sight of Builderman catching them in their miserable state and brightening it up just by his presence was intriguing. Pure bliss, Taph would call it.

It was silly—messing around with traps and practicing in a random forest.

But oh, something caught their attention.
Was it a person—a living thing? Who knows.

That’s when they were brought to the conclusion. As soon as they got hold of a glimpse, a small pathetic glimpse, they knew exactly who it was.

That thing being Builderman, yes! Yet, something wasn’t right… something-

Telamon. Telamon was beside him. Taph didn’t care much about Telamon, so they don’t really… mind.

But wait—no, this was odd. Something about the way Builderman’s shoulders tensed as Telamon spoke, the way his lips pressed together in that all-too-familiar way that suggested tension.

The Builderman Taph knew would’ve cracked a joke or flashed that smile that lit up even the dullest of days. Yet here he was, stiff, like an actor who forgot his lines.

And what on earth was Telamon doing there, with that self-assured smirk? 

Taph’s curiosity sparked to life, like a match igniting a pile of dry leaves. They leaned closer to the blueprint, eyes narrowing, trying to catch any sliver of information that could explain this unexpected shift. The usual playful banter they had with Builderman felt... distant. And that gnawing feeling, deep in Taph’s gut, only grew.

Telamon’s voice broke through the silence like a sharp, cold wind. “You know, Builderman, you could really stand to get your priorities straight,” he said, almost mockingly.

And Builderman, Builderman! His usual confidence flickered for just a second. What was going on?

Taph’s heart raced, the image of the two standing so close together imprinted in their mind. This wasn’t the Builderman they adored. This wasn’t the Builderman who could make them forget the world with a simple glance. Something was off—and they were determined to find out exactly what.

Taph’s mind was racing now, overthinking every little detail. Were they too close? Why did Telamon have his arm so casually slung over Builderman’s shoulder? And that grin—was it too much of a grin? Taph’s imagination began to spiral, turning innocent gestures into something else entirely.

Their finger tapped nervously on the edge of the blueprint, heart pounding in their chest as they watched the two figures approach. Was Builderman... avoiding eye contact? Was Telamon, with his unbothered, smug face, taking up too much space in Builderman’s life? The thought of it made Taph feel something hot and uncomfortable rise in their throat.

But before they could continue to spiral into the madness of their own overanalysis, a voice—a familiar voice, the voice they lived for—cut through their swirling thoughts.

“Hey, Taph!” Builderman’s easy smile met their eyes, his tone warm and friendly as always, though there was something in his voice that Taph couldn’t quite place. Was it… familiarity? Or maybe something else?

“Hi there,” Telamon added with a lazy wave, his smile less friendly, more like a dismissive nod in Taph’s direction. His eyes didn’t even linger, clearly not concerned with whether or not Taph was still alive in that moment. 

Taph blinked, eyes wide and mouth dry. Builderman was greeting them, genuinely greeting them, like it was any other day! All that overthinking had been… absolutely unnecessary. Telamon was here, yes, but he was nothing to Taph. Nothing! Why had they let their imagination run wild over something so trivial?

“Uh, hey, Builderman!” Taph finally managed, feeling their cheeks burn with embarrassment at how quickly they'd jumped to conclusions. They barely spared a glance at Telamon—who clearly couldn’t care less if they were even standing there. 

Builderman’s smile widened. “How’s it going?” he asked, and the warmth in his voice made Taph’s heart flutter like it always did. No way had anything changed between them—everything was the same. Just.. a uh- a simple greeting, right?

“Oh, it’s going, you know,” Taph stammered, their words trailing off as they struggled to regain their composure. “Just.. busy, uh, working on stuff.” 

“Same here,” Builderman replied with a chuckle. “Blueprints and all that, right?” He glanced at the papers in Taph’s hands, his gaze still kind but completely unfazed by whatever wild thoughts had consumed Taph’s mind a moment ago. 

And then, just like that, everything felt normal again. 

But Telamon—Telamon was still there, leaning casually against a tree, arms folded, as if the whole situation didn’t matter. Did it even matter to him that Taph was obsessing over Builderman?

Probably not. 

Taph bit back a sigh, silently telling themselves to calm down and not overthink this. Builderman was fine, and Telamon was just... well, Telamon—who didn’t need to be a part of this, not really. 

“Welp, I think we’re off now!” Builderman waved as he and Telamon turned to leave, as casual as ever. 

Taph watched them go, feeling a little silly, but mostly relieved that the world wasn’t falling apart after all.

But then, just as Taph was about to let out a breath of relief, Builderman stopped.

He froze mid-step, as if something had just dawned on him. Taph’s heart skipped a beat, eyes widening in disbelief. No, surely—surely he wasn’t about to ask them to do something, was he?

Builderman turned slowly, his bright smile still there, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something that made Taph’s stomach flip, something that felt almost... urgent. 

“Actually,” Builderman said, his voice softening, just a little. “Hey, Taph—could I ask you for a favour?”

Time seemed to slow down. Taph felt their breath catch in their throat, adrenaline shooting through their veins. This was it. This was the moment. This was the one.

“Of course,” Taph blurted out, voice barely a whisper, but their eyes shining with determination. “I’ll do anything.”

Anything. 

The words escaped before Taph could even think, a rush of heat flooding their cheeks. It didn’t matter what he asked—no, it didn’t matter at all. Builderman was asking them for help, and that was all that mattered.

Builderman seemed to hesitate for just a fraction of a second, his brow furrowing, though it was still light.

“I… I just need help with something simple,” he said, his tone soft, as if carefully choosing his words. Taph felt a little spark in themselves, content with how this was going. “I’ve been trying to fix a few things, and I could use an extra hand.”

Taph blinked, a wave of slight disappointment rushing over them. But at least it wasn’t anything dangerous or mysterious—just something normal. Something they could actually help with that was… not intimate? Although they’d wished it had been that way.

“Of course,” Taph replied quickly, the nervous energy from before beginning to ebb away. “What do you need me to do?”

Builderman’s smile returned, this time warmer, more genuine. “It’s just a small job,” he said, stepping aside to reveal a broken machine, its parts scattered across the workbench. “I’ve been trying to repair this old generator, but there’s a part I just can’t figure out. If you could give me a hand with it, I’d really appreciate it.”

Taph’s eyes lit up. A problem they could solve. No mysterious tasks, no heavy expectations. They can do this. They could show Builderman what they were capable of! Not that he’d really care, though..

“Yeah, I can handle that,” Taph said, eager to get started. They grabbed a set of tools from the table, already feeling more at ease. “Let’s get this thing working again.”

Builderman watched them for a moment, a flicker of relief crossing his face. “Thanks, Taph. I really appreciate it.”

Taph just smiled back, already focused on the task.

Taph’s fingers moved with purpose as they took the tools, but their mind wasn’t fully on the task at hand. No, their thoughts kept drifting—back to Builderman. The way he stood there, casually leaning against the workbench, watching Taph with a quiet kind of confidence that made their heart beat a little faster. It was almost unfair how effortlessly he seemed to command attention without even trying.

And then there was Telamon, who was standing just a few feet away, arms crossed, his eyes sharp and observant, though his face remained mostly unreadable. Taph couldn’t help but glance over at him occasionally, wondering if he knew what was going on inside their head. Did anyone know? Or was it just their own secret?

The way Builderman made their chest tighten, the way his voice alone could send shivers down their spine.

“Got it?” Builderman asked, snapping Taph out of their daze. 

Taph blinked, fumbling with a screwdriver for a moment before looking up. “Yeah, just… making sure the connections are solid,” they muttered, hoping their voice didn’t betray the heat creeping up their neck. “All set here, just need to tighten this part.”

Builderman nodded, his smile wide again. “You’re a lifesaver. Seriously, I’d probably still be staring at it, trying to figure out where it went wrong.”

Taph’s stomach did a flip at the praise, their hands moving more confidently now. It wasn’t just the job they were focused on anymore. Every small movement Builderman made, the way his gaze lingered on Taph, the way his voice softened when he spoke to them—it was all becoming too much to ignore. 

Telamon shifted slightly, leaning against the wall more comfortably, his gaze flicking between Taph and Builderman with a quiet, almost amused expression. Taph couldn’t tell if he was aware of what was happening or if he was simply bored, but either way, the presence of both men together only heightened Taph’s awareness of everything. 

“How’s it going, Taph?” Telamon’s voice was cool, almost teasing, and Taph flinched, not expecting the question. 

“Good,” they said quickly, their voice a little too high-pitched. “Everythings.. looking fine.”

“Uh-huh,” Telamon said, his lips twitching into a knowing smirk. “Well, if you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Taph’s heart raced, and they focused even harder on the machine, unwilling to make eye contact. The last thing they wanted was for either of them to suspect what was running through their mind—what they didn’t dare say out loud.

But it was hard to ignore the way Builderman’s presence seemed to fill up the room, the way he looked at Taph like they were more than just someone helping with repairs. And when Builderman leaned in closer to make sure the wiring was in place, Taph could smell him—something warm and comforting like wood smoke mixed with something faintly citrusy. It almost made them dizzy.

“So, how’s everything with you?” Builderman asked, his voice a little quieter now, as though he was genuinely interested. “You’ve been busy lately?”

Taph’s heart skipped a beat at the question.”Yeah, you know,” they said, forcing a casual shrug. “A lot going on. But nothing I can’t handle.”

Telamon raised an eyebrow, but it was Builderman who smiled, clearly satisfied with the answer. “Good,” he said simply, stepping back a little. “I’m glad to hear it.”

For a moment, there was a quiet tension in the air, a feeling that Taph couldn’t quite shake. Maybe it was just the way Builderman looked at them, like they were more than just someone who could fix a broken machine. Maybe it was just the way Telamon’s presence seemed to add weight to every exchange. Or maybe… just maybe, it was the feeling that something else was stirring between them all, something Taph couldn’t name but felt deeply. 

Either way, Taph couldn’t stop the feeling that, with every passing second, they were falling just a little bit further.

“I know how you look at him.”

Telamon’s voice broke through the quiet, his words calm but sharp, like a knife sliding through still water. 

Taph froze, the wrench in their hand suddenly feeling far too heavy. They looked up, heart thudding painfully in their chest, and met Telamon’s eyes. There was something in his gaze-something knowing, something unsettling—that made Taph’s stomach twist.

“What?” Taph’s voice was a little too high, a little too quick, and they could hear the panic creeping in. They forced themselves to take a slow breath, trying to mask the sudden rush of fear threatening to overwhelm them. “I—I don’t know what you're talking about.” They let out a nervous laugh. This was their attempt to defend themselves.

But Telamon only smirked, uncrossing his arms as he took a step closer. The silence between them felt too thick, too heavy. Builderman was still fiddling with the generator across the room, blissfully unaware of the tension crackling in the air.

“I’m not blind, Taph,” Telamon said, his tone low, almost casual, though his eyes never left Taph. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at him? How you hang on every word he says?”

Taph’s pulse spiked, their breath catching. They could feel the heat flooding their face, the shame rising up like a tide they couldn’t control. They didn’t dare look at Builderman now, not when Telamon was so intent on calling them out.

“I—it's not like that,” Taph stammered, voice faltering. They forced their gaze to the floor, unwilling to meet Telamon’s piercing stare. “I’m just—I'm just helping out, that's all.

Telamon stepped closer, his footsteps deliberate, quiet on the concrete floor. There was no escaping the weight of his presence, the way he seemed to loom over them. “Helping out?” he repeated, a flicker of amusement crossing his features, but his eyes were hard. “It’s obvious, Taph. Don’t try to lie to me. I can see it in the way you act around him. And you’re not fooling anyone, especially not me.”

Taph swallowed hard, heart pounding, their mind a blur of conflicting thoughts. They wanted to deny it, to tell Telamon he was wrong, but the truth was—he wasn’t. They were obsessed. They couldn’t help it. Builderman made everything else in the world fade away. 

“Why does it matter to you?” Taph’s voice was barely above a whisper, a sudden defensive edge in their tone. They still wouldn’t look up, too scared of what they might see in Telamon’s eyes.

Telamon’s gaze softened, though there was something almost too calculating about it. “It doesn’t,” he said, his voice deceptively gentle. “But I could help.”

Taph’s head snapped up at that, confusion mixing with the fear that still gripped them. “What do you mean?” They couldn’t stop themselves from asking, their voice trembling slightly.

Telamon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he glanced over at Builderman, who was now focused on tightening a bolt, completely unaware of the conversation happening behind him.

“Wanna try it out? Just for.. y’know, reference.” 

Taph’s heart skipped a beat, their face full of blush. And oh- oh god they couldn’t pass up that opportunity!

“Yea- yes! I—I mean, sure.” Telamon laughed at their nervousness.

Taph didn’t know if they had it, but they couldn’t turn back now. They had to do this. 

Builderman was bent over the generator, his focus completely on the task, his back to them. His broad shoulders flexed slightly with each movement, and Taph couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he made everything look. His concentration was so intense, and yet, there was something… comforting about it. It made Taph want to be a part of it, to be close to him, to share in that calm focus.

“Uh, hey, Builderman?” Taph’s voice came out shaky, the words barely louder than a whisper, but it was enough to make Builderman look up.

“Hmm?” Builderman’s smile was immediate, his eyes warm and welcoming, as always. He wiped his hands on his apron before pushing himself upright, giving Taph his full attention.

“Need a hand with that?” Taph asked, trying to sound confident, but failing just a little as their hands fidgeted nervously at their sides. They stepped closer, feeling the heat rush to their face, wishing they could somehow find the right words.

Builderman’s expression brightened even more, a twinkle in his eye. “Actually, yeah, that would be great,” he said, his voice warm and grateful. “Could you hold this while I get the other part?”

Taph nodded so quickly that their neck almost snapped. “Of course! I’ve got it,” they said, stepping up beside him, a little too eager. Builderman handed them a small metal piece and gestured to the machine.

Taph’s fingers brushed against his as they took the piece, and the brief touch sent a jolt of electricity through their body. They couldn’t help but glance up at Builderman, their heart in their throat.

“Thanks for helping out,” Builderman continued, clearly oblivious to the chaos swirling inside Taph’s head. “It really means a lot.”

Taph nodded quickly, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, though their heart was racing faster than they could keep up with. “It’s no problem,” they managed, their voice barely above a whisper again. “I’m happy to—uh—help.”

Telamon’s laughter drifted from behind them, clearly entertained by the situation, but Taph barely registered it. All they could focus on was the warmth radiating from Builderman’s side, the closeness of him, the way his presence felt like an anchor in the whirlwind of thoughts they were trying desperately to keep contained. 

This was it. This was the moment they’d been waiting for, even if they were still a little lost in the rush of it all. The whole world outside of this small moment seemed to blur into the background. 

“So…” Taph hesitated, their voice trembling just a little, but they forced themselves to look up at Builderman again, “How long have you been working on this thing?”

Builderman looked at them for a second, his brow furrowing slightly as if considering the question. “A while,” he said with a small laugh. “I’ve had to patch it up a few times, but it’s always something with these old machines. Keeps me on my toes.”

Taph’s eyes sparkled, eager to contribute something to the conversation. “I think that’s pretty cool, actually. Like, figuring out how things work, fixing them…” They shrugged, trying to sound casual. “It must be kind of satisfying, right?”

Builderman smiled at them, that easy, warm smile that made Taph’s heart skip yet another beat. “It is. It’s like a puzzle, and when you get it right... it just feels good, you know?”

Taph’s stomach flipped at the way he said it, the way his words seemed to wrap around them like a warm blanket. They nodded, almost a little too enthusiastically. “Yeah, I totally get that. I think puzzles are... fun too. Makes you feel like you’ve accomplished something, right?”

Builderman chuckled, the sound light and easy. “Exactly.” He turned back to the generator, the conversation winding down as he focused on fixing the part again.

Telamon was standing just behind Taph, his presence almost like a weight at their side. The air between them felt charged, the tension building as Taph tried to find the right words. Their heart was pounding so loudly in their chest it felt like it might burst, and their palms were slick with sweat.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you something-!” Taph blurted out before they could stop themselves, their voice rising with nervous energy. They didn’t know why they were doing this, but the words just spilled out. Maybe it was because Telamon was standing there, his eyes curious but distant, or maybe it was just the moment, the electric tension in the room that made Taph feel like they had to say something, anything.

Fuck- was that too sudden?

Builderman, who had been focused on tightening the final bolt of the generator, turned his head slowly, his dark eyes locking with Taph’s. His expression was unreadable—intelligible, yet not quite giving anything away. 

For a heartbeat, Taph’s breath caught in their throat. The intensity of Builderman’s gaze made their skin prickle, their entire body frozen, like they were caught in a moment they couldn’t escape. They could feel the weight of their words hanging in the air, the confession they had only whispered to themselves in the quietest of moments now echoing in their chest.

What if they messed up? Taph’s mind raced, their nerves bubbling up, pushing their pulse higher. The last thing they wanted to do was make things awkward, ruin whatever strange connection they’d been building. Had they crossed a line?

The silence between them stretched out, thick and suffocating. Taph felt the heat flood their cheeks as they anxiously tried to maintain eye contact, but everything inside them was screaming to look away. What if Builderman wasn’t ready for this? What if he-

But then, to their surprise, Builderman’s lips twitched, and a small, almost playful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His voice was calm, smooth, but with just a hint of amusement.

“I’m gonna need another favor out of you,” he said, his tone light, as if nothing had happened. It was like the weight of the moment had never existed. Builderman’s expression softened, and the warmth in his eyes made Taph’s stomach flip.

Taph blinked, the sudden change catching them off guard. “A—A favor?” they stammered, their brain struggling to catch up. Again? What for? The nervous knot in their stomach loosened a little. “Uh, sure! What do you need?”

Builderman didn’t break eye contact, but instead gestured for Taph to come closer. Hesitately, they did. Of course they did! They’d do quite literally anything for Builderma-

Before Taph could even react, Builderman moved. His other hsnd slid around their waist, pulling them in closer. Taph’s pulse quickened, skin tingling with the closeness. And then—before they could even breathe—Builderman leaned in, closing the gap between them.

The kiss was slow at first, exploratory, but soon grew deeper. Taph’s body responded instinctively, their hands moving to grasp at his jacket, pulling themselves even closer.

Taph’s head was spinning. Holy shit, they didn’t expect any of this at all!

“So, just gonna leave me in the dark or…?” Telamon’s voice cut through the haze of confusion still clouding Taph’s thoughts. His words were light, but there was an unmistakable hint of teasing in them, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Taph blinked, still processing everything that had just happened. Builderman’s hand was still resting on their waist, his warmth lingering against them, and Taph felt a buzz of heat on their skin. Their chest was still rising and falling with the rush of adrenaline, and yet, the moment they’d shared with Builderman seemed to linger in the air, making everything else feel like a blur.

They glanced over at Telamon, whose smirk had grown wider, and Taph’s stomach twisted with a mix of embarrassment and something else they couldn’t quite put into words.

“Uh…” Taph fumbled for something to say, still dazed from the kiss, but Telamon’s expression said it all. He was waiting. Watching. Amused.

“Come on, me and you know you want him. Want him bad.”

Taph froze, their heart practically leaping out of their chest as the words hit them. The teasing tone in Telamon’s voice made them shiver, their face going hot, and for a split second, everything in their world seemed to stop. Did Telamon just—?

They opened their mouth to say something, anything, but no words came. The rush of emotions, the sheer intensity of what had just happened with Builderman, had left them reeling, and now this?

“That’s not my favor, though,” Builderman said, his voice steady as he wiped his hands on a rag, a faint smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. His tone was casual, but there was something about the way he said it that made Taph’s heart skip a beat.

“It wasn’t?” Taph blinked, eyes widening as confusion mixed with a rush of anxiety. What did he mean? Had they misunderstood the whole situation? After everything, was this not the moment they thought it was?

Builderman’s smile grew, a little more playful now. He turned his attention back to the machine in front of him, his movements fluid, as if the conversation was nothing more than a passing thought. But to Taph, it felt like the entire room had just shifted again.

“No,” Builderman said, chuckling under his breath. “You thought I was asking for something… well, personal.” He glanced over at Taph, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. “But no. I’m just asking you to pass me that wrench over there.”

Taph stood frozen, the shock of the moment making it hard to focus. “The… wrench?” They glanced over at where he was pointing, the realization dawning on them that all this—everything they had thought had happened—was not what they had imagined. Not in the way they had imagined it.

“Oh, I’m kidding,” Builderman added with a sly grin, watching the confusion spread across Taph’s face. He laughed softly, shaking his head, clearly enjoying the reaction he’d caused. “You should’ve seen your face. Was joking, but that look I got out of you? Priceless.”

Taph blinked, the heat still blazing in their cheeks, and for a second, they couldn’t tell whether they were relieved or mortified. Had Builderman really just teased them like that? After everything?

“You—” Taph stammered, not sure whether to laugh or groan. “You’re unbelievable.” The words came out breathlessly, half incredulous, half relieved. “You scared me half to death.”

Builderman’s grin softened, and he held up his hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t mean to freak you out, Taph. Just thought I’d have a little fun.”

“Speaking of fun, that’s my actual favor!” Builderman suddenly exclaimed, his voice light but full of mischief. Taph froze, their heart skipping a beat once again. “Not you passing me the wrench, not the kiss, none of that!” He waved a hand as if brushing away the earlier confusion like it was nothing more than a passing breeze.

Taph blinked, eyes wide with disbelief. “Wait, what?” The words left their mouth in a rush, their brain still trying to catch up with the rapid-fire back-and-forth. “You mean—what are you talking about?”

“Could I be straight forward.. or would that be too much?” Taph looked at him, baffled.

“Whatever, then… I want you, Taph. I want to fuck you.”

Taph looked at him with the type of look that screamed- Oh my god. Builderman chuckled, clearly enjoying every second of this. “Surely you wouldn’t mind Telamon joining in, or would you?”

Telamon turned his head to Taph, a smug smile plastered across his face. ”O-of course, fine by me.”

And that’s how Taph found themselves getting a good-fucking.

Builderman’s fingers danced across Taph’s skin, leaving trails of shivering sensations in their wake, while Telamon’s lips devoured Taph’s mouth in a kiss that left them both breathless.

As their kiss broke apart, Builderman prepared Taph’s hole for his own invasion. His fingers slid inside with ease, stretching and readying the tight space. As he worked his magic, Telamon continued to suckle and nibble on Taph’s nipples, drawing out moans of pure ecstasy. And oh- oh

Builderman positioned himself behind Taph and thrusted into their cunt. The penetration was smooth yet intense, filling Taph completely as they cried out in deep pleasure. Not wanting to be left out for long, Telamon aligned himself with their other hole. Fuck, Taph didn’t expect this at all.

They could feel their almost brain melting out of their ears, the heat and pleasure making them tremble. Taph was overwhelmed, their hands meeting Telamon’s shoulders, grasping onto him as they were ravaged into.

Builderman dug his fingers into Taph’s hips, thrusting into the poor guy, along with Telamon—who was under Taph, trying to keep them up.

Taph let out loud moans, not caring if anyone—and they meant anyone—in the forest heard.

Taph’s arms went limp and their legs collapsed . But Builderman pushed their legs back up, causing Taph’s mouth to drop open and cry out Builderman’s name.

Telamon wiggled his fingers, attempting to get a better grip on Taph.

Taph was seeing stars at this point. The thought of them getting fucked by Builderman was amazing! Oh, and Telamon.. Either way, they loved this! It felt too good to be true, and they knew that, yet here they were.

Taph continued to gasp and moan at Telamon and Builderman thrusting inside of them, and it was almost too much for them to handle. They could feel themselves reaching their climax. And with that, they clutched onto Telamon’s shoulders for support, their mouth meeting his.

Their orgasm hit them like a truck, the waves of pleasure seaming through them. It was electrifying, and so damn good, that Taph felt like they blacked out for a moment. The thing is—they realized Builderman and Telamon weren’t stopping anytime soon.

The both of them could feel Taph tightening, clenching onto their members. They proceeded to continuously spear them in both holes with not much care in mind. After all, this is what Taph wanted, right?

Taph cried, feeling the overstimulation slowly creep up. Yet they smiled at their body being rocked back and forth, feeling pain and pleasure intertwine.

Holy shit, they didn’t care! As long as they had Builderman fucking them, they wouldn’t mind the overstimulation at all. Not. At. All!
Or so they thought, because it got too overwhelming at one point. Their senses were fucked for goodness sake!

All they could feel was the intensity of the heat, and a mix of pain and pleasure. Still, it was pure bliss for Taph. This was crazy good.

Good because the feeling of the prostate being hit at a perfect angle, and that pretty little cunt being torn into. Waves of pleasure rolled through them, proceeding to drape their arms around Telamon.

From the back, Builderman could see that Taph was getting slightly worn out. Nice to know, since he and Telamon were, too. Slowly but surely, they’d reach their climax.

”Oh my god, please..” Taph whined. The slick, sticky noises and overwhelming sensations were clouding their mind. That was all they could really feel—pleasure and joy.

They were pleased, sure, but they wanted more. Instinctively, they rocked their hips back, causing Telamon’s shaft to slip out. “Hey-“ Telamon held them back, moving his hands back to Taph’s hips, that way he could move Taph up-and-down. With Builderman already punishing Taph’s cunt, having them move back and forth sloppily, it was already difficult enough for Telamon to keep up.

Taph whined, feeling a little less-fuller, the juices dripping out of them.

“S-sorry..” they choked out, not getting half of what Telamon said. They were already up in their own mind too much. Telamon hummed, shoving it back in. This time, he went rougher, not sparing Taph the mercy.

Taph’s senses were already done for, and this fucked them up even more. Builderman picked up his pace, feeling his own climax reeling in. And with that, a final thrust from the two came climax. Builderman shot his seed inside of Taph, and so did Telamon.

Taph moaned loud, louder than before, reaching a second orgasm. They were crumbling by the second. They all set still for a moment, taking a moment to breathe.

The two pulled out of Taph, cum dripping out of both holes. Taph collapsed onto Telamon, unable to feel their legs.

Telamon lifted them, heaving Taph up to Builderman. Builderman gave Telamon a look, then set Taph aside. He turned Taph over and spread their legs, his mouth dropping open and licked at Taph’s cunt. They shivered at the sensation, feeling Builderman’s tongue slowly slipping in. They almost closed their legs in.

He licked at the walls, having a taste of his own sperm and Taph. Mainly Taph, though.

Builderman rubbed Taph’s bud with one hand as he pulled his mouth away. Taph felt crazy good, even after all that. Builderman slid his fingers into Taph, while playing with their bud. “Come, just one more time.”

Taph moaned softly, nodding. Fuck yes. They’d obey with ease, of course, since it was Builderman. Drool dripped out of Taph’s mouth, feeling out Builderman’s fingers as they fantasized about him.

They were shook awake, moaning loud once again as they squirted. And that was it for Taph. They began to feel their vision blur, and they blacked out for real this time.