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October was, usually, the best time for students. Too early for exams, homework still felt easy and manageable. It was warm enough still to enjoy the day, take in the scenery as the leaves changed from their shades of green to bright yellows and oranges. On such a sunny day, most would be outside in the morning if free from classes, enjoying the early sun.
Unfortunately for Mumbo, his morning was busy working.
He supposed he couldn’t complain much - after all, it was he himself who signed up for this and it was at least a much calmer job than an internship. He didn’t need to go anywhere either - once he was finished with his classes, all he needed to do was go down a floor or four and open the creaking door with ‘STUDENT ACCOUNTING’ written in golden letters.
But it was still rather… mind-numbing most of the time.
Excel sheets merged into one, numbers blurred into the other, each screaming to be written correctly. The equations he was working with were memorised to the point he forgot what they even were supposed to do. From weighted means, to more complicated
It was scholarship month so, of course, someone had to calculate who was eligible and how much everyone would then get. And who else would be tasked to verify each and every case if not the young student set to pack his CV with riveting points such as “Worked at the university accountancy for his last two years of studying”.
Still, it had its upsides and, upon hearing the stories of his fellow students, he was at least glad that his job for the day ended when the work day ended and that he didn’t have the immense stress they had. Sometimes a student would ask for help with something, sometimes someone at admin needed something verified but it was always calm.
As for the downsides…
“Oh, Mumbooo~”
Well, that was one of them.
Mumbo looked up from the computer with an amused smile as Grian swung the door open, jumping in with what can only be described as a peculiar prance. He pushed the door close behind him but he failed to close it completely as a small gap was left.
Mumbo just rolled his eyes and prayed that Grian remembered how to behave on university grounds after the summer break had passed. See, Grian and Mumbo were dating. Well, Grian, Mumbo and Scar. While he was allowed to date, the university gave him strict rules on who could know that he was dating.
If he was with someone from the university, no one other than administration was allowed to know.
“Why, hello, Grian! Do you need something?”
There was a constant level of frustration with having to hide. Unfortunately, in the past, students with Mumbo’s job took advantage and manipulated the numbers for their whatever-friend. It meant that the trust in the position was shattered and with that, came secrecy.
Mumbo didn’t like the lying. He didn’t like having to act professional here when all he wanted to do was flirt and be flirted with, to kiss his partners in peace as the other students did their own partners. He wanted to love them and for everyone to know how much he loved them.
Grian pulled his backpack around, taking out a pile of papers before handing them to Mumbo.
“I need to give proof that I’m a student here. So, I need to show I paid the semester and stuff. You know, normal things.”
Mumbo narrowed his eyes at the papers. He had given the proof Grian wanted in the past to other students. It did not require a pile of paper. Hell, it did not require anything other than Grian’s student ID and a singular paper that Mumbo gave him.
“Well, I just need your ID,” he began, giving the papers back, “and I’ll check-”
“Nuh uh.” Grian pushed them back and Mumbo resisted every urge to chuckle. Here we go. “I need help. I’m a zoology student, I shouldn’t need to deal with this nonsense. So what it’s a public zoo! They should be seeking this themselves, isn’t it all connected anyways?”
Mumbo sighed. It wasn’t a rare complaint - all the paperwork necessary was always frustrating for everyone involved. He himself had plenty when being hired for the university and he was offered the job directly. He wasn’t sure this would be anyway more interesting than the scholarship work but it was something different?
Plus, how can he say no to Grian?
He pointed with his thumb to the free space next to him. Grian jumped with glee, immediately grabbing onto a chair and moving next to Mumbo around the desk.
“Thank you!”
Mumbo smiled lightly. He figured he’d quickly print the paper Grian was asking for him before they focused. Asking for his ID would be a formality - they all knew each others ID by heart anyways. Placing the paper under the pile, he faced Grian once he plopped down next to him.
“Alright, what do we have to deal with? You've got quite the amount of papers here...”
"It's the Balkans, what do you expect? If something doesn't take a million papers and if I'm not returned at least a hundred times because I forgot a paper or it's the wrong one or it needs to go to the structure with that name and not this one, am I even living in the Balkans?" Grain tsked. Mumbo let out a chuckle and nodded.
"Considering your pile, I hope you don't end up having to go back to change most of it..." Grian simply shook his head.
"We all remember my fiasco with the Department of Student Affairs and the Department of Student Education... I'll be sent back." He let out a sigh.
Mumbo could emphasise - he's dealt with their country's bureaucracy enough himself... He at least knew enough about the process from the students that came here and his own work at the university but... well, there was still room for improvement.
"What have we got to deal with, then?"
“Well…” He rummaged through the pile, taking out everything. “I printed two of these ‘I’m now employed’ things? I’m not sure which one I’m sending in? Like, this one,” he waved one of the papers. “It says ‘Declaration of Student Employment’. Which is fine, except the other one says ‘Student Employment Notification’ and I genuinely cannot tell if those are different things or if someone just really likes synonyms.”
Oh boy.
“One’s for the Bureau, the other you give to the university.”
He could feel the glare Grian gave him through his bones.
“And I was supposed to figure that out how?”
Mumbo let out a scoff. Leave it to the STEM majors to not know how a document works.
Grian took out another document, passing it over to Mumbo. “What is the whole point of this one? Yada yada, you might get bit by an animal, obviously. It’s the job description!”
Mumbo just shook his head.
“Have to have it, otherwise a bad situation could be blamed on them.”
Grian sighed dramatically but filled in the dots. “And then there’s this one… It asks for my student ID, my normal ID, my name… they just need one to know I’m me, what’s with all this…”
And so, they continued to read through the documents. A signature here, there and the time began to pass.
“And then we get… Ah yes, this one! I think you’ll need to fill this one out…”
Grian pulled another paper out from the pile, handing it to Mumbo. He should have noticed the smirk on his face. The clever gaze, the way he carefully looked at his expressions. But Mumbo expected just the next piece of paper, he didn’t think it would be this.
In bold letters were written ‘BLOW JOB APPLICATION’.
Mumbo immediately felt as his ears turned red as he blinked at the paper.
“Grian!”
“So, how are we supposed to fill this one out?”
He didn’t need to look at Grian to imagine his face. With a sigh, he began to read forward.
‘I, ____________________________, hereby confirm that I have received and accepted a request submitted by ____________________________, and willingly agree to participate in the activity known as a blow job to be conducted at:
☐ Now
☐ Location: _______, Time: _______
By signing this document, I confirm that:
☐ I have read and understood the nature of the request. ☐ I am participating voluntarily and without external pressure. ☐ I am aware that this activity may lead to further… complications.
Additional terms and conditions:
The applicant reserves the right to request additional participation at a later date.
The respondent agrees not to complain about the paperwork afterwards.
All parties acknowledge that this form is entirely unnecessary but highly amusing.
Name of Respondent: ____________________________
Signature: ____________________________
Name of Applicant: ____________________________ Date: ____________________________
Witness (optional): ____________________________’
And he reread it. And he reread it. And read it once more. In the end, he looked back towards Grian and said:
“Grian, I don’t think this is an employment form.” With the way Grian burst into laughter, Mumbo wasn’t sure if he should join in or get even more embarrassed.”
“What ticked you off? I guess it’s much more clearly written than any of the others.”
“Yeah, that’s what ticked me off.”
Instead of responding, Grian pushed his chair closer to Mumbo, putting his head onto his shoulder.
“So? What will you do?”
Mumbo looked at the paper and back at Grian.
“Do we have a witness?”
Grian’s voice tickled his neck as he spoke. “Do you want a witness?”
No. No, he certainly didn’t want a witness. He rather enjoyed working here and he didn’t want to have ‘Fired from his job’ on his CV. Though…
Now that he thought about it, the idea of doing it here was… enticing. He hated that the idea got into his brain. He hated how that ‘Now’ square screamed at him to check it. To risk it all for what, a blow job? Grian was pretty good at them, granted, and he could always have one later…
But why not now?
How many chances would he have to do this? Grian kneeled under the desk, looking at him with those big eyes of his as he sucked him dry.
He felt as Grian’s face moved as he chuckled lightly and Mumbo quickly realised he was already getting hard. Maybe that should have been a sign to not go through but Mumbo took it as a sign that Grian had to pick up after his prank as well.
Picking up the pen, he began to fill the paper. His name, Grian’s name, the necessary signatures, the date… and a cheeky tick next to that stupid ‘Now’ box.
He could feel the moment Grian momentarily stopped breathing as he stared down.
“Wait, really?”
“Wh-what do you mean, really?” Mumbo stuttered over his words. “You gave me this!”
Grian shook his head.
“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d write now. It was there as a joke!”
“Well, I guess you can always activate term number-”
Before Mumbo could continue, Grian placed two fingers under his chin, tickling him as he pulled him closer.
“You sure you want to do this?” As Mumbo gave him the paper back with a nod, Grian accepted it and placed it onto the ready pile. “Then I don’t think I need to activate term one.”
Grian kneeled down, hands immediately on Mumbo’s belt. It took no time for them to pull his pants down. And then his boxers. And then Mumbo was left staring down at his naked legs in the middle of his university workplace, Grian staring down at it.
“I’m asking one last time, you are-”
“I literally signed paperwork, we’re doing this. Can’t void it anyways, right?”
Grian looked up with a smug smile. “We can always find a witness.”
Mumbo’s dick twitched in frustration before he could even voice it himself. “Get on with this before we get an actual witness, please.”
Mumbo had braced himself for more banter, so he practically jumped when he felt Grian’s hand at the base of his dick. Shit.
And then Grian pulled back, looking up towards Mumbo.
“... What if someone enters?”
“Huh?”
Grian looked behind him, towards the direction of the door.
“You know. Walks in. The desk covers me but…”
Mumbo sighed. He had a point but…
“Just… continue on.”
Grian nodded. Mubo gripped onto the chair as he felt Grian’s tongue begin to wrap around his tip. Shit.
Mumbo felt strangely aware of every noise now. The printer that rumbled on the floor above. The steps outside of the door. What usually faded into background noise were now very clear signs of someone that can find them out. Of someone that can catch them, hear them.
Still, he didn’t stop Grian. Not as he took in more and more of him. Not as he felt a purposeful hum. Not even as Mumbo found it harder and harder to keep down his moans as Grian quickened the pace.
“Oh-!”
A particularly loud moan came out of his mouth and Mumbo quickly realised he was heard as the steps behind the door stopped. He quickly faked a cough, hoping that would deter them away.
A weight dropped from his heart as he heard them walk away.
Grian had, however, slowed down. Mumbo took a handful of his hair, pulling him back down.
“‘T’s fine. Keep on going.”
And so he did, Mumbo keeping a strong grip onto his hair as he bobbed up and down.
So long so good… he felt as electricity murmured inside him, he was so close to coming…
There were many things Mumbo hoped wouldn’t happen now that he felt himself close. He didn’t want to leave a mess, he didn’t want to break the chair. But most importantly, he didn’t want anyone to enter the room.
So, of course, that’s what happened.
“Knock knock…?” A student, Mumbo’s brain couldn’t even catch up with who it was, pushed the door open. “Mumbo, fantastic! I have a few question, if you don’t mind?”
Well, he did mind! But it’s not like he could say he did. What, he’d tell him ‘oh sorry, please come by later, my secret boyfriend is giving me a blow job while I’m at work’?
“Y-yes, feel free to ask!”
“Fantastic! So, firstly, I paid my semester through the bank, so I need proof that it reached you guys. Can you print that out for me?”
Mumbo pulled himself closer to the desk, partially hoping that that would hide Grian if the student ever thought to walk around the desk - not that he should. And not that that would help if he did walk around…
“Right, yes, just, ngh-” There were many things Mumbo expected but to feel Grian lick the tip of his dick right then and there? That he didn’t. He quickly turned it into a cough. “Ahem, sorry, I think I might have caught some sort of flu… Right, I need your student ID please.”
“Oh man, the flu? I did think you seemed a bit sweaty, you might have a fever, man.” The student raised an arm, stepping forward.“ I can check-”
“It’s fine, it’s fine!” It took everything for Mumbo to not pull back but that would be a surefire way to make Grian stumble out of the desk… “I’ll go to a doctor later, but… student ID?”
As the student began to say it, Mumbo tried his best to focus. Grian, on the other hand, tried his best to make it as hard as possible as he bobbed his head up and down the length. Mumbo’s ears ringed as he struggled to keep even the smallest semblance of focus while preventing himself from moaning.
“I… can you repeat that, think I misheard, my ears are a bit stuffed because of the illness…”
More like, completely missed half of the ID…
It took a bit more back and forth until they figured out everything, Mumbo printing out the necessary document. He was so glad the printer turned towards and an easy access for the student…
“Thank you, Mumbo! My next question is, when will the scholarships be out?”
“I’m still looking but-” Mumbo stopped a low moan with a hiss. He tried to ignore the concern in the student’s eyes. He hated to lie but… better to think he’s sick than for him to figure all this out. “I still have a while. To check.”
“I see… I still had a bit more questions but, I think I’ll ask later. You should get checked up soon, man…”
Mumbo weakly nodded, afraid that the next time he spoke, he wouldn’t be able to hold in the moan. The student turned on his heel and left, closing the door after him. Mumbo felt as his grip on Grian’s hair loosened. Of course now Grian pulled away from his dick.
“Was that Impulse? Sounded like-”
“Grian!”
“What?”
Mumbo sighed. He couldn’t believe this man…
“What what? He almost caught us!”
Mumbo sighed, slumping down his chair. Grian just chuckled, leaning down against the desk. He wasn’t mad but the optics were complicated… He didn’t expect he’d be so obviously off.
“Hey, I didn’t think he’d come in - but I know he wouldn’t have said a thing if he did catch us, he’s a nice guy.” Grian looked up to Mumbo with a smile. That calmed him a bit… ”But if you are too anxious now, we can stop…”
Stop…? Mumbo was moments away from coming, what did he mean, stop. He shook his head vigorously.
“Please continue, Grian.”
He gripped the chair tightly as Grian crawled back between his legs. His head leaned in close, so close that he could feel his breath on it. And then he felt it, the bop down his dick. The way he took the entire length in, the way his tongue travelled around.
The way he felt the hum at the back of Grian’s throat, the way it vibrated throughout. And it repeated again and again, the speed increasing. Faster, faster, he could hear as his balls hit his skin. Heat gathered and then-
“Argh-!”
Before he knew it, he was cumming into Grian’s mouth while he sucked up every drop.
And before he knew it, the door opened once again, Impulse entering.
“Shit, I think I heard a yell…?”
He looked towards Mumbo, who was trying his best to hold himself together as Grian removed himself from his dick. Every touch felt so sensitive now, dammit…
“Oh yeah, I- hit myself! I coughed, surprised myself… hit myself on the desk.”
He tried to ignore the choked chuckle from under the desk. He hoped Impulse did not question it.
“Man, dude, not a good day for you… I, ah, forgot that the document needed a stamp,” he held the paper from minutes ago up. “But that’s all, I’ll be out of your hair! Honestly, maybe you should ask for someone to take over, don’t think this is going well for you…”
“I, I’m fine… nothing some meds won’t fix…” Mumbo took the paper, quickly putting a stamp on it. Please go, pants need to be put on before anyone else comes in…
It unfortunately wasn’t enough for Impulse to leave.
“You’re burning up, you’re completely red… Go to a doctor, okay, man?”
After Mumbo weakly nodded, Impulse offered a small smile before turning around. Mumbo groaned lightly as he leaned back.
“I. Can’t believe. That that happened.”
Grian laughed and pushed himself out of the desk, dusting himself off.
“Ready to go to the doctor’s, Mumbs? You are burning!”
“Oh, don’t you start.”
Still, he couldn’t help but laugh in response. Grian wiped his mouth before he offered a hand to pull Mumbo up from his chair. He could barely stand onto his legs, it felt like he would wobble and fall over… Grian quickly kneeled to get his clothes before giving them to him one by one.
“Well, with that… I think we’re done with the government work! Thanks, Mumbo! I have fixed now, I hope.”
Grian quickly grabbed onto the pile of papers. Before he could leave, Mumbo grabbed onto his wrist.
“Wait! Where is the… blow job paper going?”
Grian turned around, his eyes bouncing around with playfulness. “Oh, a special place, don’t worry. Need a notary to make sure it’s valid, after all!”
“And this notary is…?”
“A really good one, Scar!” The confusion from Mumbo was enough for Grian to pull out and hop away. He turned around with a wink before he left. “See you tonight! I’m sure Scar will love to hear about today!”
…
This is going to become more regular an occurrence now, wasn’t it?
Honestly, Mumbo couldn’t say that he wasn’t excited about it.
The day was rather… tiring. His classes lasted well into the evening, work was as mind-dulling as usual and, well… workplace blow jobs didn’t let a man feel bright and energetic at the end of the day. He drudged as he walked to the dorm, doing his best to pick up his left foot after the right foot. Sometimes he forgot to pick one foot up.
It was probably close to midnight when he finally dragged his body home. Well, midnight sounded poetic and Mumbo didn’t want to consider other numbers. He had enough of numbers. He wasn’t sure if he could distinguish a 2 from a 9 anymore.
Turning the hallway light on, he gave up on going up the stairs. The elevator was terrifying but the idea of a staircase was even scarier.
The elevator shook and rumbled, metal doors with the floor written on a sharpie flying by as they ascended. Mumbo leaned against the wall, holding in a yawn. Soon, soon he’d be home… he hoped Scar and Grian were there. He liked them. They were his partners. They were very pretty.
The metallic click echoed through the elevator as they reached the destination. He’d push the door open, rummaging through his pocket to take the keys out. Before he could make it to his dorm apartment, the door swung open and a Scar walked into the hallway, arms crossed as he looked at Mumbo.
“Well, well, look who made it!”
No matter how hard Scar tried to act angry, even a sleep-thirsty Mumbo could figure out that he was faking it.
He was really bad at hiding the humour in his voice.
“Yes, I am home, Scar, can you move aside so I can go and drop myself onto my bed?”
“You, sir, have some make up time to do!”
Mumbo wasn’t sure he had the energy to laugh. Yep, Scar knows about today. He wasn’t surprised he was in this mock-anger. When Mumbo was hyper-anxious about the trio even hanging out together, it was a bit of a surprise that he agreed to what he did. He still was wrapping his head around it but…
He knew that he trusted Grian. He trusted Scar as well and frankly, he was open to more with him as well.
“Can I make it up at home?”
Scar dramatically raised his chin before stomping inside. Mumbo cracked out a smile before he followed inside, closing the door after him before he took his shoes off, slipping into slippers. The mere fact that he was home brought some energy back.
And the smell of coffee that filled the room did even more.
He followed the scent into the living room where Grian was pouring a cup in while Scar sat down on the sofa next to the window. He walked over to him,practically collapsing onto the couch. He’d say something to Scar but… Mumbo was much more concerned with the coffee that Grian was handing him.
“Thanks!”
As he drank, he took a glance towards Scar. He was currently mid his newest hyperfixation - crocheting. For someone new, he was actually pretty surprised at how well he was doing - he could clearly make out that he was making a scarf. He could even make out the folk motives. It sort of reminded him of the carpets his baba had back at home…
Even the coffee reminded him of the Turkish coffee they’d drink.
Grian would turn on some quiet music before sitting next to everyone, crossing his legs as he pulled out a chess board. If he had more energy, he would have offered to play but… he was still recovering. The coffee hadn’t kicked in yet though, so maybe he could later down the line…
“How was you two’s day?”
Scar looked up from his scarf. “Oh, just a normal blow job-less day, you know how it goes. Some art classes, some paintings to be made.”
Mumbo took a large gulp of the coffee as Grian began to speak.
“Well, I gave in all the paperwork - hopefully the zoo tells me that everything is right so I don’t have to bother with any more paperwork.”
“Really? I thought you quite liked it, you were happy with that one.”
Grian nudged himself closer.
“The blow job application? Yeah, I’d like more like that one but most aren’t. Rather a shame.”
Scar loudly cleared his throat. Mumbo ignored him.
“Be the change you want to see?”
Scar loudly cleared his throat. Grian ignored him.
“Yeah, sounds like a good plan!”
Scar loudly cleared his throat. Mumbo ignored him again.
“I’ve got some templates you can use, I think.” Scar loudly cleared his throat. Grian chuckled.
“I think Scar’s got your illness, Mumbo.”
…
…
…
The three looked at one another before they broke into laughter, unable to keep it in any longer.
“Mumbo, what the hell? I come home happy and excited, then I hear I missed out!”
Grian took a pawn, twirling it between his fingers.
“Yeah, it was a bit impromptu.”
Mumbo would call him out that having a printed out document wasn’t that impromptu but they, unfortunately, were on the same side of Scar’s attack on them.”
“It can’t imp- inper-inpromtu! It’s pre-planned, I tell you! Utter betrayal!”
Grian tosed Scar the pawn.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s fine, we’ll make up!” He’d pick up a queen, rubbing her between his fingers. “Mumbo, you still tired? You looked like a zombie coming in. We can go to sleep, if you want.”
“Oh, well… I think the coffee has awoken me a bit? I don’t want to collapse, at least, I can stay and hang.”
Grian placed the queen onto the board. “Check.” Mumbo chuckled lightly at the sight. He wasn’t sure what game he was playing in his head, but perhaps he was playing his own endgames in that noggin. “So, remember how you promised to teach Scar chess? I think that’s a way you can make up.”
… Heh?!
Mumbo’s mind needed a few moments to catch up, while Scar nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes, yes. I accept that - I’ll forgive you both if you show me some chess. I see how fast you two play, I want to go oh! Ah! Your token is mine!”
“... Scar, there are no tokens in chess.”
“Not with that attitude!”
Grian hummed, moving the queen. “See, you’ve got the teaching spirit already! So are you down?” As Mumbo nodded, he looked down to the board. As he moved the queen, he muttered, “Check mate.”
What was in that boy’s mind…
“Alright, so. Mumbo, I propose this. You versus Scar, with me mentoring Scar. If Scar wins, we have some fun tonight. If you win, well, you decide.”
And then everything clicked. These clever little-! Well…
He couldn’t say it didn’t sound fun.
“Deal!”
Grian would scoot next to Scar, wrapping an arm around his neck, while Mumbo quickly set up the board. He could hear as Grian quickly whispered how the pieces moved. In reality, Mumbo was sure the fight was just going to be a slower Grian and Mumbo battle. There was no way Scar would win otherwise, unless Mumbo purposefully threw.
The game played rather well. Mambo acted like he couldn’t see Grian whispering which exact piece Scar should play. He also ignored the long explanations he gave as to why. And by ignore, Mumbo actively used that information to plan his next move.
It was, of course, a game of deception. Grian was well aware of what Mumbo could hear and he did not intend to sit down and reveal his plan.
Soon, Mumbo saw his plan of action. He had good control of the center and if he could take away Scar’s pawn, he’d have even more control. And he, of course, had a good option. White pawn to black pawn, Mumbo moved his own on a diagonal, claiming it for his own.
And with that…
“Wait, what was that?”
Looks like Scar hadn’t learnt en passant!
Grian shook his head, tsking. “Mumbo, you can’t do that.”
“Wh-what do you mean I can’t? It’s a perfectly valid move!”
“No, Grian told me that pawns move one square, unless it’s their first move, then they can move two.”
Mumbo looked with desperation towards Grian, who just shrugged. “You heard the man.”
You heard the-! Oh, this cheeky little bird. Mumbo quickly took out his phone, opening the Wikipedia page to en passant before giving it to Scar. “See! It’s valid!” Scar took the phone, reading through the phone before giving it back.
“See here! The enemy pawn advanced two squares on the previous turn. How can you prove that?”
“With my memory, Scar!”
Grian shook his head. “Nah, I don’t remember us advancing two squares. It moved forward twice, I’m pretty sure.” He could see it in the twinkle in his eye, how he was lying oh so clearly. But there was no neutral party to argue against it… “Besides, Scar’s new. It’s not fair to just surprise him with en passant.”
Mumbo wasn’t going to just back down.
“Come on, let’s just view it as a learning opportunity. Scar would need to know it sooner or later.”
Grian would slip the phone out from Mumbo’s hand, scrolling down the Wikipedia page.
“See here?” He highlighted a line. “‘By retrograde analysis convention, a pawn may be captured en passant only if it can be proven to have advanced two squares on the previous move.’ Can’t prove that because look-” Grian pointed at multiple pieces, detailing the different ways they could have gone there - only one was what had actually happened but the others offered a solution that disallowed en passant.
Mumbo grumbled as he took his phone back. “Fine… no en passant.”
Unfortunately for Mumbo, returning the board back was not in his favour. He had a plan for the en passant, but not one for if he couldn’t do it. His mind’s fatigue was still crawling at the edge of his mind and before he knew it, he heard the excited yell of “Check mate!” from Scar’s mouth.
And with that, the game was done and Mumbo had lost.
“If I had my en passant, I’d have won…” He grumbled but he ultimately accepted the defeat. It was just unfortunate…
Now, however, he had another task at hand. Making it up for Scar.
“So, what will we do?” He looked at Scar, who hummed as he thought.
“I think… I want us all naked first.”
The trio obliged, putting their clothing to the side. It was a tad chilly, central heating had yet to be put on, but it was manageable. Mumbo looked up towards Scar.
“Now, Mumbo, I want to see you put your hand on your dick. Slowly, up and down. Go too fast and I will tie your hands up. As for Grian…” Scar leaned forward, taking Grian’s mouth into a deep kiss.
Mumbo felt a stir in his abdomen as he watched his partners kiss. He watched as Scar took the opportunity to rub some lube onto his fingers, slowly pushing them into Grian’s ass. He watched as Grian gasped for air before hungrily leaning back in for more.
Mumbo so desperately wanted to join in.
Scar pulled away to inspect Mumbo’s work. “I want you to rub your tip. Just the tip.” While Mumbo followed instructions, Scar would turn Grian around, waiting until he had gripped strongly onto the couch.
And then he’d insert his cock inside Grian. Slowly at first, to make sure he didn’t hurt him, before he ramped up the speed. The couch squeaked underneath the movement and Mumbo himself could feel the vibrations from each thrust in his butt. Still, he followed instructions, taking a sharp breath every time his tip twitched in response to his own touch.
What Mumbo really cared about was the faces his partners made. Grian, fully lost in the pleasure, as he could barely take a breath in from each thrust. Scar, eyes full with lust as he stared down. He would periodically glance at Mumbo. Seconds blurred into minutes and the room was full only of the gasps and moans of the trio.
“Take this.” Scar tossed Mumbo the lube. “Get onto your knees on the sofa and start fingering yourself.”
Mumbo caught the bottle and hastily opened it with one hand, squeezing it onto his other. He crawled up, taking time to make sure he didn’t lose balance and fall off. He wrapped his arm around the back of the sofa to keep himself stable before he began to finger himself.
One, then two, slowly stretching himself open until he could easily insert 3.
He desperately wanted more than that, though. He stared longingly at Scar, wishing just for that little touch…
But all he got to see was Scar pinch Grian’s nipples as he pushed even deeper, taking in each of Grian’s moans as they got louder and louder. He pictured himself as Grian, being pounded, he pictured himself doing the pounding but all he got was remnants of the vibrations that reached him.
Soon, Grian came. And that seemed to be the catalyst Mumbo needed to feel the white strip push out of his own cock, covering the entire couch the cum. Scar cocked his head to Mumbo, a twinkle in his eye.
“I didn’t tell you to come now, did I?” He pulled out of Grian, pulling Mumbo closer. He shuddered at his cold touch. Scar moved him closer, not caring for the cum that he passed him through. He felt Scar’s cold fingers wrap around his cock, quickly rubbing up and down. Mumbo squirmed, the sensation overwhelming.
He was quickly flipped over, forced to kneel in his own cum. Grian would crawl closer, kissing Mumbo on the mouth while his hand moved through his body. Mumbo’s cock wasn’t left alone for long as Grian began to rub it once more.
As for Scar… he would quickly position himself at Mumbo’s entrance before pushing his entire length in, earning a squeak from Mumbo.
It was overstimulating. It was overwhelming. And fuck did it feel good.
Electricity ran through Mumbo’s body as his mind couldn’t even catch up with where the pleasure came from. Profanities escaped his mouth, no other words could even find their way into his mind. Fuck, it was so much, too much and not enough. Tomorrow he might wake up to a strongly worded letter from their neighbour about the noise but now, Mumbo couldn’t even keep himself in.
It didn’t take long for Mumbo to come once again.
He thought that would be the end of it.
The only change that happened was Grian would collect the second burst of cum, rubbing it all over Mumbo’s body. Scar might have come, Mumbo couldn’t even say he could feel it. Not now, when every other sensation was over the other.
He didn’t want this to end. His body was still riding on the high of the second orgasm. He was shaking and every touch felt too much. He could feel Grian as he moved around, each breath sending shivers. Fuck, he could probably come just from that with how sensitive he felt.
It took no time for him to come one final time before his legs couldn’t take it and he collapsed onto the couch.
Scar moved his fingers softly through his hair.
“Think it’s time for him to sleep…”
Before Mumbo could even muster the strength to answer, he had already fallen into slumber.