Page 90 of Baiting Kong

“And that’s a story for when we’re all flopped together ready to pass out,” Scout declared. “Though I do have one question.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” Carl asked as he stalked towards him while Scout backed up, engaging in a little game of keep away in which Scout tried to keep an easy chair between them, only to lose his shield when Carl picked the thing up and moved it.

“Eeep!” Scout yelped and dashed behind Mahoney, hoping for a safe place to rethink his strategy. “Just, um, wanted to know if the person who had to fix the wall was the person whose body made the dent or the one who exerted the force to make it with the other person’s body. See, I really wouldn’t mind being pinned to the wall, as long as I’m not going to be the one trying to spackle over holes or fill in dents, ‘cause I suck at construction.”

The way a brief, collective pause ended in out-and-out laughter was a perfect segue to get everyone moving. There werestill chuckles and giggles as they headed down the hall. When Axel glanced over at him, he saw Carl still shaking his head at Scout’s words.

“I’d say the person whose body made the dent is exempt from having to fix the wall, since the person pinning him to it should know from experience how to keep himself in check so walls and subs don’t get broken.”

“Mahoney is a wall breaker, isn’t he?” Axel asked.

“On more than one occasion,” Mahoney admitted, a slight flush adding a hint of pink to his cheeks.

“Tales of wall destruction around the compound have become almost legendary,” Scout remarked, a hint of pride in his voice as he eyed Mahoney.

There was a sparkle in his eyes too, one that promised mischief and the potential death of another wall. The voice in the back of Axel’s head popped up, mimicking a character from one of his favorite movies when it declared that to bethe sort of thing you watched from a distance.It threw Axel into another round of giggles, especially when Scout vaulted over the foot of the bed and landed on the comforter with a bounce.

“Really?” Mahoney grumbled as he crawled up after him. “Is that why you’re so eager to see if the truth lives up to the legend?”

“Naaa,” Scout purred. “I already know it exceeds it. Now I just wanna enjoy the thrill.”

His words flipped a switch in Mahoney, who tackled him and pinned him to the bed. Scout hooked one leg over his hip as Mahoney started grinding against him, revealing another kink Axel didn’t know he had.

Voyeurism.

Carl grabbed Axel’s hand and tugged him to the easy chair by the window, several feet away from the bed but still close enough that they wouldn’t miss any part of the show playing outon the deep gray comforter. Carl plopped down on the seat and tugged Axel into his lap, fingers gliding over his hip in a slow, gentle caress.

“Is this why you put the chair here?” Axel asked as he watched Mahoney roll him and Scout over until Scout was on top with his hands pressed to Mahoney’s shoulders, their lower bodies rubbing together as Scout rocked against him as Mahoney closed his hand around their cocks.

“You wanna feel what getting drilled into the wall is like, then you ride me until it’s time for me to take you up against it,” Mahoney growled before lightly slapping Scout’s hip.

“Supplies are under the pillow,” Carl declared. “I put ‘em there this morning, figuring we’d wind up like this.”

“Good looking out,” Mahoney groaned as he reached for them.

“As for your question,” Carl murmured, turning his attention back to Axel. “I did not. I put it here because it didn’t fit anywhere else. Figured I’d wind up reading in it, only I never took the time to pick up any books.

Axel couldn’t help snorting and giggling at that, until he noticed Mahoney’s thumbs dragging up the inside of Scout’s thighs until they stroked his balls, and Scout’s head tilted back as he hissed, a deep groan bubbling up from his chest as he writhed. The sound of a cap opening drew Axel’s attention back to Mahoney, who started slicking his fingers. Though at first Axel couldn’t figure out exactly how he intended to prep Scout in this position.

Then he watched Scout’s body straighten as he went up onto his knees. Having learned that he was flexible enough to do the splits had been hot but watching him straddle Mahoney and still be able to roll his hips against the fingers Mahoney slid between his cheeks was better than any porn. While Axel might not havebeen able to watch those fingers slide inside of him, he knew the moment they did, by the expression on Scout’s face.

His eyes rolled back as he keened, his body moving in a slow, serpentine motion that drew groans from both of them. When Mahoney withdrew them, Scout whimpered and fell forward to kiss his way up Mahoney’s chest while Mahoney coated his fingers with more lube, including a third digit. The three together looked bigger than the biggest cock Axel had ever taken, but Scout was begging for more. He and Mahoney shared a wet, messy kiss before Scout sat up again, a little higher this time, knees pressed against Mahoney’s side to keep himself at just the right height for those fingers to disappear inside of him.

Scout trembled as his tongue poked out and his fingers dug into Mahoney’s chest, where he’d planted them to keep his balance.

“F-fuck,” Scout panted, hips starting to squirm like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to escape the intrusion or press back until more sunk into him.

Mahoney rubbed circles up his thigh, never trying to rush him as Scout slowly relaxed, though he still trembled as he took more. His cock twitched, pre-cum dribbling that Mahoney collected on his thumb and used to stroke Scout until he started keening and bucking against his hand.

“Yeah, you’re ready for me now, aren’t you?” Mahoney rumbled, slowing his strokes before lightly squeezing the base of Scout’s cock, staving off an orgasm. “You don’t get to do that again until I’m balls deep in you and you’re screaming my name.”

Scout shuddered as Mahoney withdrew his fingers, his little groans making Axel’s cock harder than it already was. Carl trapped Axel’s hand against his thigh before he could touch himself, his beard tickling Axel’s ear when he growled, No touching.

Shit, that wasn’t fair.

He couldn’t even squirm.

Scout looked equally frustrated as Mahoney took his time slicking up his dick until lube was dripping off it.

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