Threesome
He's not gonna be alright.
Miles managed to separate out the two Hobies. When he opened his eyes to find Spider-Hobie pressed against his forehead, looking at him with an indescribable look, Miles realized that something was wrong.
Spider-Hobie's arms were around his waist, and Miles was still sitting between the small of his back and his thighs, so Miles was able to determine that the hand coming in from under his jumper at the moment did not belong to Spider-Hobie.
"Wait what the--what are you two doing??" Miles began to become flustered, not understanding what was going on now; perhaps there were times when he really was as naive as a deer, as the prowler had called him.
"Relax...just relax Miles." Spider-Hobie started to kiss him gently on his face, neck, shoulder; Miles' oversized hoodie's been pulled down, all the way down to his elbow, then the clothes started to be split apart. By the guy Miles' sitting on, and by the guy from behind.
Guess in the end they decided to 'share' Miles.
"You might wanna take your boyfriend's advice...be a good deer, huh Bambi?"
Prowler's both hands started to groping around on Miles' body, mostly on his chest and tummy; then he started to move lower and lower, all the way down to his pants; during the whole process Spider-Hobie didn't say anything, he didn't even looked at the prowler, he just focused on the kissing, trying his best to calm Miles down.
"You got an erection Bambi. Excited for what's gonna happen? Or you just can't wait...just cannot resist huh? The two of us are gonna give it to you, good and hard."
The prowler's nasty words made Miles turn red; he began to squirm restlessly against Spider-Hobie, trying to bury his head like an ostrich into the one Hobie's chest that he knew so well.
"Are you shy? Aww our cute baby deer. You cannot possibly be thinking that he's gonna help you.."The Prowler wouldn't let Miles go; he made an eye contact with Spider-Hobie, then he reaches his hands into Miles' underpants.
The Prowler's hands are hot, his long, strong fingers wrapping around Miles' erection and starts to stroke roughly. Miles wants to scream. If Spider-Hobie wasn't snogging him he'd definitely made a high pitched sound.
Spider-Hobie's hands are moving upwards, from Miles' waist to his chest. He kneads Miles' pecs while kissing, flicking his nipples just to hear Miels groan. And he did. His dark eyes turn to Spider-Hobie with pleading, just as a baby deer.
The Prowler was right every time. Miles cannot be expecting to get any help or mercy from his Hobie.
When Miles is about to cum in between Spider-Punk and himself, Spider-Hobie grabs Miles' wrists tightly, and put them on his crotch.
He can feel Spider-Hobie's outline and shape of his erection, throbbing in his tight leather trousers. The next thing he feels is the Prowler's fingers thrusting inside his body, slowly and deeply. It is a new and strange feeling for Miles, he tries to ignore but the Prowler keeps going in and out of his body. His pace was so good that when he pulled out, Miles couldn't help but moan a little. When he realized that his voice was high and soft, Miles tried to cover his mouth with his hands in terror; but his wrists were stll being held by Spider-Hobie. So the only thing he could do was biting his lower lip, keeping his moans from leaking.
Miles does not know that the more he tries to hold his motions and moans back, the more he looks delicate and touching; his eyes are watery and there are plenty indentations on his lower lip due to he was biting it. His hands were forcefully pressed against Spider-Hobie's crotch, and now Hobie's holding them, moving up and down, making Miles stroke his erection.
When Miles was jerking Spider-Hobie off, the Prowler pulled out his fingers slowly; and before Miles could make another sound or begging for things he didn't understand, the Prowler fucked into him. He was slow but going in deep, so hard that Miles can no longer held his voices back. It took Miles some time to realize that those groans were escaping from his mouth.
Then Miles was held back. He was pulled back by the wrist from behind, by the Prowler. Now Spider-Hobie's crotch is closer, and Miles was vaguely aware of what he's going to do. He opened his mouth and wrapped it around Spider-Hobie's erection. Miles was surprised to hear Hobie growled when he did. He always thought Hobie's this cool and calm the whole time, even during having sex.
The Prowler did, though. He continued pounding Miles, pulling back a little then thrusting in deeper every time he moved. And during the whole process when Miles was sucking Spider-Hobie, the Prowler was talking to him. Not the dirty kind but to Miles, it's way worse.
"Such a good boy for me...for us. Bet your mouth's equally good as your hole...look at your boyfriend, holding your neck so tight, trynna choke you or something huh? You need to let him feel secured, maybe take it in your mouth deeper?…that's right...You're a good boy."
The Prowler can feel that as he said the words good boy, Miles would tremble. His entire body would shaking slightly, and his moan would become gentler:"Ungh...yeah..yes hmm.."
Spider-Hobie noticed that too. He pressed Miles closer to him, leaned forward and whispered close to Miles' ear:"Praise kink, is that what you like, huh? I tell you what, if you admit it then I'll keep telling you how good you are...c'mon, be a good boy for us and spill it. Admit it like a real good boy..."
"Yes..yes please... I-I'll, I'll say wahtever you want-J-Just, please..?" Miles was completely lost in their words. He can't even think for himself, and he also didn't realize the Hobies are like patient hunters, waiting for him to get caught in their trap.
So they started to give it to Miles really good. They kept telling him how good his body, his mouth feel, how he's yearning for them, and how greedy he is, taking two of them at once. Miles couldn't help but blushed, he was ashamed of those words but meanwhile he got this strange feeling that urge him to ask for more. He almost got addicted to their voice, their praises, and the sex...
So Miles just kept looking back and forth, his watery eyes pleading for them, his Hobies.
The Prowler didn't cum inside Miles. At last he pulled out and thrusted his throbbing erection into Miles thighs then started rubbing. His precum got everywhere in Miles' thighs, making the part of skin
Miles can also feel his orgasm is going to come--he's about to cum. His erection was pressed tightly to Spider-Hobie's lower belly with Hobie's also gonna cum in his mouth.
Just before his orgasm, Hobie--Spider-Hobie squeezed Miles' chin and asked him gently:"You want me to pull out?"
Of course Miles couldn't answer. He simply takes Hobie's genital deeper into his throat. Then Hobie came inside his mouth.
The cum tasted a bit bitter, probably for the smoking and drinking Hobie's been doing. Amd Miles swallowed most of it. Some, however, were dripping from his mouth, all the way down to his chest.
Miles was tired. Really tired. He could fall asleep anytime now--which is the only thing he wanna do at present.
But then he felt someone was holding him from behind. The Prowler bit his ear while saying:"Time to switch, Bambi."
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When they finally let him go, Miles looked like a raggy toy bear, used up, sweaty, and got so much liquid all over him.
When they leaned over to Miles from forth and behind, Miles subconsciously tightened up; he looked at them with fear and protested:" I need to rest--you need to stop! I can't--I really can't--!"
"Relax."
Spider-Hobie comforted him while kissed him on the neck. The Prowler did the same.
"We simply wanna kiss you. See if you can tell us apart already.
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