Happy Birthday, Cheren. | By : megadeth425 Category: Pokemon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6132 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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N's body seems even warmer and tighter against Cheren's as the black-haired boy swallows nervously. The two brunettes he's known forever continue feeling his girlfriend up, and the giggly, Bianca seems to love the attention. A tinge of jealousy runs through his mind as he watches, but he's not sure who the jealousy is actually directed at, to his continued discomfort.
"Whose idea was this?" he asks demandingly, though his voice jumps for a beat on 'was' as N's lips bear into his neck. N has strong hands, and the way they excite his nerves as their firm grip is felt through his shirt, which is slowly less and less on him, is too real for him to deal with at the moment. "Who thought my birthday was just the perfect time for scheming and shenanigans?"
"That would be me," Hilda says, reaching around past Bianca to Hilbert, wrapping her arms around his back to pull the three of them tighter together. "But the shots were Bianca's idea." Their lips meet again, as if to drive that point home by flaunting the fact. Cheren feels betrayed a little by Bianca's collaboration, but he has trouble looking away from the kiss as Hilbert pushes some of Bianca's hair aside and starts nipping at her neck.
"So what's the end goal of this?" He squirms, uncertain if he should try to shove N off of him, but as the alcohol sets in more and more he finds it's not as possible as he thinks. He's just confused by all of this; the lengths they went to, the scheming. What was this working toward? He wasn't stupid; he had an idea of exactly what the plan was, but he clammed up denial mode, hoped there would be some amazingly stupid response that he could laugh off.
“Well, the big goal was making you stop acting like you hate things you really don't,” Hilda says. “'Bleh, I'm Cheren, everything is boring and I'd rather angst about people I'm not with than actually just accept the obvious solution. Go to hell.' If we tried this on you when you were sober, you'd lock yourself in your room for a week. But I think you know exactly what we're trying to do, and you need to drop the frown.”
Cheren hasn't been the most honest-with-himself person for the past year. More than what-ifs, he dwells on solutions. When they were just a bunch of kids lying around a basement watching movies and hanging out, the way everyone had chemistry with everyone else was troublesome. Nobody wanted to endanger the group by making a move, especially the first move. At least until they set out, fifteen year-olds out alone in the world. Hilbert and Hilda hooked up somewhere along the line, and after they disappeared Cheren and Bianca paired up. It was how he thought it was always going to, everyone paired off together, hopefully without any lingering feelings for the others interfering.
When Hilbert and Hilda came back and settled into their “arrangement” with N, it threw a wrench in everything. They're no longer neatly sorted into rows, and soon uncertainty crept up. In living together, little things always peek through, tiny gestures and lingering gazes that give him the impression that nobody really resolved their affections for the two they didn't end up with. It made sense, given that save for N's presence they're right back to their upbringing. With their own house, they don't even have to worry about everyone heading home for the night or parents coming down to quiet them down when their movie marathons crept into the twilight hours. It isn't a big leap to guess that everyone still had a lot to work through.
But here's Hilda now, and even though she won't spit it out, Cheren knows exactly what she's trying to say. Her and Hilbert's mutual feeling up of Bianca, paired with the way No is slowly starting to undo Cheren's zipper, aren't exactly subtle. His body presses up tighter against N's, the alcohol mingling with how worked up all the kisses got him, and he lets those big, strong hands open his skinny jeans up.
“You could have tried talking,” he groans, still trying to bury things under a heap of sarcasm even as N takes him by the hand and drags him over to the big recliner beside the couch. N takes a seat and pulls Cheren nearly effortlessly into his lap. With a grunt, Cheren leans against the larger man, blushing from both embarrassment and inebriation, as the hand returns to the front of his pants and slowly undoes the zipper. The way it slowly relieves the tightness only draws attention to the tightness that was there, his cock full and aching, arousal at the highest it's been since he can remember. N's touch is only worsening everything. "Talking's what reasonable people do. Not concoct plans to run a make-out train of someone with whiskey and then draw them into an orgy, all so you can spring some, 'Hey, want to join our poly relationship?' on them."
"Is bickering really what you want to be doing right now?" Hilbert asks as he starts to fiddle with his belt buckle. "With N trying to get your clothes off, you really want to stick to your preference for dragging the mood down? You're obviously free to put an end to this whenever you want, but you're not, so maybe you should be quiet." Once his pants drop to his knees and he's standing there in his boxers, his hands return to Bianca's sides.
The dual affection of Hilbert and Hilda leaves Bianca even more giggly than before, but moans slip through as their hands feel her out for places to focus. It's not very hard for them to find a plethora of locations to exploit, as her sensitive body seems to react positively to pretty much anywhere their fingertips settle, atop or beneath her clothes. "Come on Cherry," she whines, giving Hilda's cheek a big lick. "Let's unwind and have some fun tonight! It's your birthday, stop being so uptight." She turns to face him, and adds hurriedly, "A-although uh, if you want to keep things closed between us, then maybe you should say something before I... I don't want to upset you if this isn't what you want."
"Listen to the girl, Cheryl," Hilda says, not waiting for Cheren's permission before she peels his girlfriend's black tank top up until it's bunched around her collarbone. Since it's just a lazy Saturday night at home, Bianca decided against a bra, and her round, ample breasts jiggle a little as the shirt is tugged up off of them. "For one night, take that stick out of your ass, and replace it with something warmer." Her hands take hold as she leans in for a deeper kiss, groping the girl more directly.
As if feeling like Cheren's opposition is grounded in an aversion to the prospect of a relationship rather than the plotting, N buries his face into the birthday boy's neck and adds, "You know, Pokemon that exist in packs are rarely monogamous, and I certainly feel as though you are all my pack." As he speaks, he pulls down Cheren's pants, opens up his boxers, and begins trying to pull out his cock.
Encouraging words that absolutely make Cheren feel better about things. Wait, no, that's wrong. The opposite of that. Instead, they make him squirm more nervously, especially when paired with the way those strong, calloused fingers wrap around his cock. "Can you please not explain pack dynamics to me while your hand’s down my pants? This isn’t conducive to creating a good learning environment." He's halfway afraid he's going to blow right then and there, especially when the kisses at his neck turn to nips, and he realizes that of fucking course N's a biter. Cheren realizes he doesn't stand a chance.
"Fine," he groans, realizing his hands are tugging at the hem of N's shirt. He can’t believe he's about to say what he is, to do something very un-him, but N's teeth sink again into his neck once he's said the first word and instead of giving him second thoughts it makes his back arch and his chest shove up against N's. "We can have an orgy." Bianca's loud, gleeful squeal rises up above his voice. "But I'm not making any promises about any more than that. It's not a decision I'm going to make in this state. We can talk about anything beyond tonight in the morning. Agreed?"
He receives back a unanimous, "Agreed," which only makes him swallow audibly as N reaches for his own pants. He perhaps hasn't thought this all through, because N's dick is out before he can even suck in another breath, and one of those powerful hands is on his back, shifting him and guiding him into position. All his squirming makes their cocks grind together, and Cheren realizes this is the first time he's going to be doing anything sexual with another man. He's never had any doubt about his interest in more than just women; he merely hasn't been with anyone aside from Bianca. That worries him a little; he has no idea how to get a guy off.
To cover up his sudden bout of nervousness, his fingers run through the thick green hair of the man whose lap he sits in, and he presses a deep kiss down into his lips, trying to be forward and reclaim the night from his four friends, who all took the initiative for him. He feels the need to assert himself to them, to take some agency and not be the guy they kissed and liquored up until he agreed to let everyone have some fun. So he kisses N, and he makes sure that the hippie realizes he's not going to passively accept some pity handjob before N moves off to join the other three. Of course, trying to assert himself by kissing N isn't the best call, because soon enough his bottom lip is between two rows of teeth and N is making gestures that Cheren is sure would work wonders if he was a Pokemon, but he's a normal fucking person who--okay, maybe the feral dominance thing N has going turns Cheren on a little.
As their cocks rub together, N wraps a hand around both of them at the same time and immediately starts to pump. He doesn't have a lot of subtlety, but he does have strength, size, and a strange presence. His bites trail along Cheren's jaw, and the rookie gym leader finds himself leaning his head back in submissive offering of his neck to however many bites N deems satisfactory. With the commanding way he kisses and touches Cheren, it doesn't matter if their frotting has all the subtlety of a brick to the head. Having a strong hand tightly press his cock against another, feeling a bead of precum trickle down the tight space between their sensitive frenulums is all Cheren needs.
Even if he's the one sitting in N's lap, he's definitely not the one in control of the situation. Cheren's always been more than a little subby, and N is hitting all the right buttons. The fingers tight in his hair pull his head back further, exposing more neck that he gladly sinks his teeth into. Usually Cheren smirks and makes sarcastic comments about the sheltered boy's odd feral quirks, but the only sound rising up in his throat as another bite pinches against his skin as a ragged moan. His hips start to rock, thrusting into the hand and grinding harder against N's cock.
While Cheren and N move to the recliner, the other three spread out onto the couch and take advantage of their new-found space. Bianca's pants and panties are around her ankles and her shirt's still bunched up at her neck, while both Hilbert and Hilda have nothing left on but their shirts and underwear. Bianca ends up in the middle of the couch, squirming as two people descend on her. It's something she never thought would happen, a crazy fantasy rooted in the exact same "what if we just all went for it together" fantasies it's rapidly becoming apparent that all four of them have. Hilbert's got his hand between her legs, and she's clumsily rubbing the front of his boxers in return, enjoying feeling of a different set of fingers rubbing along her outer lips. She hadn't really thought about how different from Cheren they would be, how their touches and kisses all have distinct traits that set them apart from the only one to ever touch her.
Hilda leans in from what isn't really the most comfortable of positions on the couch, trailing kisses down from her shoulder to her closest breast as her hands seize both of them. Hilda's a slighter girl who crafted her lithe body into something lean and muscular, and so the curvier, fuller-bodied Bianca fascinates her. Her hands make this apparent as they squeeze and feel her plumper chest out, maybe just an ounce of heavily denied jealousy in her expression.
Hilbert's going slow with Bianca, feeling her out so he can determine the best way to advance, but with his girlfriend taking one of the blonde's nipples into her mouth that's easier said than done. Bianca's a loud, excitable girl even when she isn't tipsy, and between the alcohol and their touch she's squirming and squeaking all over. “I'm really glad you like my breasts, Hilda,” she giggles drunkenly. “I-I've thought about it a lot, and I'm glad this is all coming true.” As one hand slips down Hilbert's underwear and fumbles with his cock, she runs the other through the big, puffy brown ponytail Hilda sports.
“I insist,” N says, roughly shoving Cheren back down into the chair as he slips to his knees in front of him. “It's your birthday, so you should have special treatment.”
All of N's atypical behaviour has Cheren's head buzzing. He's very accepting of the fact he's very rarely dominant, but the way N bites and grabs at him leaves him in a new level of needy, and he wants nothing more than to get on his knees and play into all the pack analogies as much as he fucking can. There's a deep, instinctual desire growing inside of him to suck N's cock, and it's not just because of how nice it looks.
But N's stronger than him, and his insistence on servicing his pack's newest member isn't something Cheren can contend with, especially physically. That same forceful grip that he wants in his hair as he gets fucked is pushing him back against the chair as he gets down to his knees, then it's grasping his cock. There's a tongue on his tip before he's even aware of it and okay maybe a blowjob isn't a very bad idea. The blushing, in-over-his-head birthday boy moans as the strokes and licks begin.
“Although you can return the favour to me later, if you're so insistent.” His tongue then presses into his base and slowly licks up. There's cum running down his shaft, the mingled seed of both boys after their frotting brought them to release, and he gladly laps it up, sampling how they taste together as he teases Cheren. He waits until his tongue has Cheren's entire cock slick before his lips wrap around his head and push down. His fingers grip his base again, pumping up into his mouth as he sucks Cheren off. N's blowjobs are swift and very physical, which comes as no surprise to Cheren as his toes curl and he let s out a whimper.
Bianca's on her knees now, sideways on the couch as she leans into Hilbert and kisses him frantically. Her hand is on his cock, and though her tipsiness is throwing her off a little it's just as quick and impatient as she expected. She's got a tight hold on him and just tugs, and what she lacks in refinement she makes up for in speed. It helps that she's sitting on Hilda's face, and the brunette is absolutely devouring Bianca's pussy, making her gasp and moan into his mouth as they have their sloppy make-out session.
The prospect of her first time with a girl is the main motivator for Hilda to make sure Bianca's having the time of her life. She's good with boys; she has both Hilbert and N wrapped around her finger, and she's pretty sure a whisper in the ear will make Cheren get on his knees and beg to eat her out. But Bianca's a little harder to figure out, and if there's going to be another girl in their relationship then she needs to make sure she knows how to get her off just fine. Her hands squeeze at Bianca's soft, round ass as she pulls her down a bit more, licking and kissing all over her slick folds. The thought never occurs to her that Bianca is phenomenally easy to please, sober or not, and that she's doing just fine. It's in Hilda's nature to be competitive and push as far as she can.
With their swaying too much for his eyes to not notice, Hilbert reaches forward and grabs both of Bianca's breasts and pushes against her kiss a little harder, letting her lean back and shift some of the weight down onto Hilda while he leans forward. He wants a better view of Hilda with her legs between those plush thighs, watching his girlfriend go to work at eating out who will soon be his other girlfriend. The whole designation is going to get a lot more confusing when he starts having two boyfriends and two girlfriends, but for now all he cares about is making out with Bianca, getting off, and watching Hilda eat their childhood friend out. He rolls her pert, pink nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and listens closely as the moans sounding out in his mouth pick up in volume.
He's the first of the two of them to cum, not used to such a quick, frantic treatment. The newness of her reckless handjob sets him off and he grunts, nipping at her lip as his hips rock forward and he cums. His cock spurts a rope of thick white cum that starts up just above her navel, subsequent shots decreasing in velocity quickly until the final one just drips down onto Hilda's forehead and hair. The brunette wants to complain, but before she can even think about disengaging, Bianca's squealing and tossing her head back. She bucks against Hilda's face, and the hand that was previously on Hilbert's cock ends up in her hair, pulling on it in a spontaneous gesture. Neither realize that the drops of cum on her fingers are now in Hilda's hair, because the motion was a great compliment to Hilda that her chest swelling, and Bianca's too busy riding her tongue and gasping about how well Hilda can eat her out to notice much of anything.
The sloppy blowjob N's giving Cheren draws their attention as they wind down for a quick breather. The gym leader is unsure exactly what to do, and alternates where his hands are with uncertainty, all the while moaning and writhing on the couch. He's used to fast, given his energetic girlfriend, but this isn't only fast. N has gone from a soft-spoken, gentle man to something else. Instead of holding back his strength for fear of being too rough, he's using it on Cheren. His tight hand and loose lips move in tandem along his cock, tongue wriggling and lapping with a motion that may be random or may not; Cheren's too far gone to try and find patterns anymore.
It brings him to orgasm swiftly, his second of the night. He gasps and pulls back a little, an intentional gesture that gets his tip out of N's throat so that he can release into his mouth, get some real mileage out of his blowjob. N disengages quickly, still gripping his shaft as his head pulls away, some cum dripping out the corner of his mouth as he swallows it all down. “I hope you enjoyed that, Cheren.”
The breathless birthday boy nods, placing his hands on his thighs as N pulls away fully. He looks over to the other three, waiting patiently and watching, as if they're ready to mingle a little more than what was basically the partner swap they've done so far.
“Aww, that's not all you have in you, is it?” Hilbert teases with a smirk. “It'd really put a damper on the night if you're off to bed because you're all sexed out.”
Cheren knows it's to rile him up, but he has no choice but to accept the challenge. Both to save face, and because there's no way he's going to duck out having only had sex with N. What the hell kind of orgy is that?
As everyone watches, he grabs the nearest shot glass and pours himself some whiskey. Without a second's hesitation he slams it back and then brings it down onto the table with as much force as he thinks it can handle without breaking. The burn is back, but his head is too swamped and overstimulated to care. “More,” is his sole reply.
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