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It was a beautiful day, the sky was a soft, light blue with clouds lingering occasionally. What a day, prime and perfect for relaxation. If only that was the others thought process in comparison to Meqout's.
"You know, your face looks more punchable today."
"And you, some how, look fatter than usual."
Artful and Devosto, as per usual, were bickering. Meqout watched the scene unfold with his usual worried face.
"Keep talking and I'm shoving that wand of yours up your ass. Wait- no maybe you'll like that too much." Devosto's eyebrows were furrowed harder than usual, his arms crossed beneath his chest. Artful's eyes widen and he places a hand on his chest in a dramatic manner.
"You rapscallion! How dare you!" Artful spoke with his usual thick French accent. He puffs his chest out, ego wounded. Meqout clears his throat, the two turn to look at the immortal being like he was disrupting a huge universal debate.
"Could you two maybe... End your bickering? Join me for tea and pleasantries, won't you?" Meqout holds up a white tea cup, his lips left a soft stain on one side of the cup.
"Hmm I'll pass, I only drink bloxy cola, not these posh delicacies you British have." Devosto declines the request, shaking his head. Artful, unable to get off his high horse even momentarily, declines as well. Meqout sighs gently, pressing his lips on the hem of the porcelain colored cup.
The trio was located inside Meqout's beautiful home, which was relatively large in size. It only makes sense the immortal being resides in such a cozy environment to pass endless amounts of time.
The reason they were all gathered under Meqout's roof was because of the sole purpose of taking a dip in his pool. The three men strolled, once the bickering had settled momentarily, to Meqout's spacious backyard. It was green, large, cozy to say the least. The pool sat at the center with beach chairs placed around the tiled pool surrounding.
"Here is my pool. Go ahead and enjoy it, stay as long as you like!" Meqout, no longer sipping his tea, stood beside the two, gesturing them to dive in. Devosto and artful give each other a sideway glance in silent communication between another. They looked to be making a quiet momentary truce, just for mere aquatic activities. Once finished, Devosto rips his vest off with his shirt before unclipping his pants and hopping out of them.
"Did that junk food addict seriously wear his swimming attire under his clothes? How rash, and rather uncomfortable seemingly." Artful scoffs, rolling his eyes slightly at the sight, meqout just smiles.
"Sounds to me you prefer changing into your swim wear, the bathroom is inside to the left if you'd like to go change." Meqout explains, his hand reaching up and pushing up a pair of sunglasses on his forehead. Artful just nods, making his way to said bathroom. He opens the door to the lavish, properly (and no doubt regularly) cleaned wash room. He unfolds the swim trunks and begins stripping. As he's changing he catches a glance of his reflection in the mirror, making him freeze momentarily.
"Mon dieu… this American diet has led my physique to grow rather..." he pokes a loose spot on his stomach, "soft." sighing, he finished changing, now walking back outside towards the pool.
Devosto was floating mindlessly atop the still waters, his eyes shut as he enjoys the feel of the sun on his skin. Meqout was seated at a bench, his sunglasses covering his eyes as he massaged sun screen into his delicate skin. He doesn't look this young from merely being immortal! Meqout notices Artful's return, his eyes softening seeing Artful's reserved stance and mannerism.
"Something the matter Artful? You seem rather.."
"Self conscious? Oui." artful spoke with a sharp lace in his tone. Meqout frowns gently, Devosto sat up in the water, quirking an eyebrow.
"Self conscious? You look fine. Ya ask me you have a normal healthy body. A little chub doesn't change that." it was a rare moment of sincerity from Devosto, it caught Artful off gaurd.
"Well, that doesn't mean much coming from a fatass."
"HEY-"
"Devosto is right Artful, you're fine. When I had first met you, you were so skinny I was worried you were malnourished!" he chuckles softly, he perks up at the sudden remembrance of something.
"Oh that reminds me, I would like to do something. I'll be back in a second." Meqout stands up and scurried off into the house. Devosto and artful sat in silence before Artful began to speak up.
"He has seemingly enough money, why doesn't he posses any servants?" Artful asks crossing his legs, tapping his knee in thought.
"Because, meqout would probably be the one who ends up serving them. That's just how he is, a people pleaser. He prefers serving others rather than himself." Devosto leaned against the edge of the pool, looking at the door Meqout exited out of. Meqout returns with a tray of sweet treats, ranging a variety from macarons to shortcake. He sets the tray on a small table next to the bench where artful was currently sitting.
"I've been meaning to treat you to some pleasantries since I've met you Artful, it just kept fleeing my mind however." Meqout sat beside Artful, who was discreetly glancing at the desserts.
"Oh that looks yummy.. Well I'm gonna do another cannonball." Devosto climbs out of the pool to walk around it and position himself at the deep end. Meanwhile Meqout was holding up a macaron, beckoning Artful to open his mouth. Artful, who had barely a shred of self restraint left, opened his mouth. He feels the soft shell of the macaron settle on his tongue, with Meqout's finger tips gently pushed against his lips. He chews, he swallows, he enjoys it. That wasn't as bad as he anticipated. Being fed by someone else felt rather pleasant and uplifting being fed, instead of humiliating, which he had originally thought it to be. He opened his mouth expectantly for another dessert and his eyes shutting contently.
Meqout's eyes light up behind his sunglasses at the sight, joyous at the fact Artful is willing for Mequot to continue feeding him. He continues to feed him the delicious treats as devosto enjoys the pool in the background.
Once artful feels the halt of Meqout's fingers on his lips he opens his eyes.
"Oh my, seems I'm out of dessert.. Well I anticipate you enjoyed the treats Artful?" Meqout places the metal tray aside, looking down at the stuffed Artful. Artful looks down and realizes he's slightly bloated, he didn't even realize how much he had eaten, he was to busy enjoying the sensation of being fed. He gives meqout a half nod in response, he wasn't going to admit it but he was extremely satisfied. Devosto was now drying off with a towel, he had just finished with his time in the pool.
"Man I wish I got some, but I'm only in the mood for hot dogs at the moment." Devosto shifts the towel in his hair as he stood beside the two.
"Oh well I'll be sure to bring you some next time Devosto. For now, I'll take you back to my room, I have a nice shower for you to wash the chlorine off with." Meqout stands up, gesturing the two to follow him.
The three were now inside Meqout's nice room, it was spacious, it had a linen covered bed, a large bathroom, a desk in the corner with a large flat screen tv sitting in the middle of the wall. Devosto pranced off to the shower without another word, hoping to wash the feeling of chlorine off himself. Meanwhile Artful was sitting on Meqout's bed, it was so comfortable and.. Welcoming... Artful sits up straight hearing the bed creak slightly under new weight. Meqout was now sitting beside artful, his sunglasses off and gentle yellow hair styled naturally.
"Sorry if I disrupted you-" Meqout begins by apologizing before continuing again, "I just feel this urge to want to be near you.." he takes a gentle hand, placing it on Artful's cheek, his thumb brushing over the skin tenderly. Artful wanted to recoil, curse at meqout for daring to touch him, he wanted to keep his polished ego in check, but he falters. He doesn't pull away, in fact he leans in closer, like his body aches for Meqout's gentle, understanding caress. Meqout takes the positive response as permission to take things a step further, which is what the two both wanted. Meqout leaned forward, his lips now pressed against Artful's in gentle, loving kiss. Artful feels his pride wound and shrivel, was he seriously allowing another to kiss him? Him, a famous French magician, being kissed? He's the one who makes the first move, not the other way around. But his wounded ego was overshadowed with a growing lust for Meqout, his body reacting immediately to the kiss. Meqout hums against Artful's lips, he tastes like sweets, Meqout thought.
Soon enough, artful shifts, now layed beneath Meqout, his chest rising and falling gently with the growing fire in his chest.
"I promise to be gentle.. If you don't wish me to do anything, I won't do it." Meqout spoke, his lips positioned next to Artful's ear.
"Hm, do whatever." Artful mutters, empty annoyance ridden over his tone. Meqout nods, accepting his consent as he takes a hand to trace along the hem of his swim trunks. Artful felt himself shiver, the sensation of his skin on his own was making it unbearable to remain calm and collected. As meqout pulls the remaining clothing down, Devosto popped out the bathroom, seemingly had his fill in the shower.
Devosto has a hand in his freshly washed hair and a towel wrapped poorly around his waist as he exits the bathroom.
Upon seeing meqout over what seems to be a now naked Artful, devosto can't help but let out a low snicker. He didn't think he'd ever witness Artful getting bent, but there's a time and place for everything he supposed.
"Oh? Having fun without me?" Devosto teased, leaning on his left leg as he tilted his head in mock assessment.
"Do you wish to join us Devosto?" Meqout sits up away from his position near Artful's ear. Artful cursed internally. There is no way this gumball of an American is joining them on the bed- too late. The bed creaks gently under Devosto as he finds his way behind artful.
"Sit up Frenchman, cmon." Devosto lifted artful up, positioning himself behind artful. His chest now pressed against Artful's back.
Artful could feel his skin prick with heat feeling his skin on his.
"It seems I'm left with taking care of the front of you, Artful." Meqout spoke gently, his eyes understanding and patient as usual. He presses his lips against Artful's neck, trailing kisses from his ear to his shoulder. They were sweet and sensual.
Meanwhile Devosto was holding artful by the waist as he began biting into the opposite shoulder, down to where his shoulder blades were located.
"Cmon, make some noise won't you?" meqout spoke, he had this newfound sterness to him. Taking a hand from Artful's waist, he tugs the magician's hair, eliciting a soft groan from artful. His neck now exposed fully.
"Oh thank you Devosto." meqout nipped at the middle of Artful's newly exposed neck.
"Mhm yeah.. Hey I'm gonna take it up a notch, hold onto the slut for me." Devosto spoke over Artful's shoulder, meqout nodding in response, keeping artful secured by pushing his thighs on top of his. Devosto positioned himself behind artful, pushing himself inside him. Artful felt his eyes widen in slight shock, his back arching in response.
"Shhh.. It's okay, I've got you." meqout sweetly calmed artful, his hand massaging his chest as he trailed kisses along his body. Devosto on the other hand, had a fist full of Artful's hair, pulling his head back as he dig himself deeper inside him.
"Damn.. You're really tight." Devosto muttered, tugging harder momentarily.
"What a fucking whore, taking two of us at once? You dirty slut. I might as well should just pound you senseless since we're already here."
Devosto's other hand gripped Artful's waist tightly with bruising force, like he was some sort of stress toy. As Devosto began his thrusts, artful felt his body contort and squirm with pleasure. The feeling of both of them at once, pleasuring him in such polar opposite ways was overwhelming in a sense, but pleasurable undeniably.
Meqout's hands teased Artful from the front, his hand moving in an upward and downward motion in syncs with the thrusts. Artful moans, his hands reached around Meqout's shoulders in search of an anchor during this period of pure ecstasy.
"That's it.. Hold onto me as much as needed, I'll help guide you darling." Meqout spoke in a hushed tone, a hand lifting from where he was pleasuring artful to hold the back of his head to give the magician a sense of grounding. Artful could feel Devosto grow more urgent with each thrust as he chased that release they both wanted so desperately. His eyes shut tightly as he prepares for his climax, his body shuddering and their names falling from his lips like a desperate cry.
"Fuck please.." artful mutters behind sharp gasps and moans. This drove Devosto to move faster, his thrusts now faster, his hands clutching Artful's hair and waist.
"Go ahead, come like the whore you are. Cmon Frenchman, you've been moaning like a whore, might as well come like one." Devosto snapped, his teeth sinking into Artful's shoulder as they both reach their climax. Meqout held artful gently, his stomach now covered in Artful's warm seed. He didn’t mind, he just smiled, stroking Artful's hair as he kissed him again, helping him slowly ground himself from his climax. Devosto laid back, sprawled out and panting, a cocky smile played his lips. Breaking the magician was an accomplishment in his book.
"Rest now Artful, you did so very well." Meqout cooed, gently setting artful back to lay down next to Devosto and himself.
Artful stared at the ceiling, still processing the fact he was in a threesome,but not only that, he was the fucking bottom of the three. He tries to look annoyed, but he only lets out a content sigh, smiling gently as he enjoys the company on either side of him.