Coming Home

by Serina

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Sex
Length: 6058

Concerto has been breaking into his ex-lovers apartment for a little solo pleasure in the bed they used to share. This time is different though, this time he runs into the risk of getting caught.

Concerto has been breaking into his ex-lovers apartment every Friday night for a little solo pleasure in the bed they used to share. One night he almost gets caught before he has a chance to finish his usual routine. Now he has only seconds to decide if he should hide and end up watching his ex-lovers climb in bed without him or take the chance of making brake for it and getting caught.

Published 2012-12-16 21:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-16 21:20:01 UTC

Unexpected Visitor

My hoof slipped on the windowsill, and I flung through the opening back legs first. I landed with my ass on the hardwood floor, my back legs stuck under a dresser, and my forelegs twisted in the red curtains.
How many times had I snuck through that window? It should’ve been second nature to me. I shouldn’t have been slumped on the floor like the world’s worst prowler.

And yet, there I was, freaking stuck in the long curtains, adrenaline rushing through me as though they were going to walk in and find me stuck in that ridiculous position. Which was stupid. I wasn’t about to get caught. They had dinner out every Friday night. Not at the same restaurant, but it didn’t matter where they were. It only mattered that they wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours. I had time.

I untangled my forelegs, pushed myself off the floor, and listened for a moment. Despite my need for silence, the lack of any life inside the apartment disturbed me. I missed the sound of his laughter as he listened to to my violin he pretended he didn’t like, the tapping of his hoof on the floor to the sound of the city, his humming in the shower.

I stood still in the silent bedroom for another few breaths. Put the music on first. It made the couple of hours I spent in the apartment seem like I was supposed to be there, like I still lived there and was doing the laundry or cooking dinner. Anything but the real reason.

Down the long hall, the hardwood floor squeaked in the same places it always had. I strode past the couch we’d made love on so many times, past his recliner where they’d do their work, letting my hoof linger on the worn blue fabric of the headrest. How many times had they both set aside what they were doing and called me to them? How many times had I curled up in their laps there?

I crossed the living room to the record player, placing the needle on an old classical record.. I didn’t even and waited for the slow sound of instrumental to break the silence.

With the silence disrupted, I crept back down the hall to the bedroom where I ignored the large bed, the visible red sheets, the comforter crumpled at the foot of the mattress. Ignoring those details would be better, wouldn’t let me think things like, nine months and they still needed me for something.

I opened the top dresser drawer and rifled through the contents until my fingers met soft fabric of his white robe, the one I had clasped between my teeth as I undressed Royal so many times. I slipped into it, trying to ignore the erection forming, the way my body warmed with the fuzzy warmth of the fabric around my body. When I first started breaking in, it would take me until the end of my routine before I’d get hard. The sadness used to be too heavy; it overpowered the desire. Now, the feel of his robe against my body worked like a dream.

I ran my hoof over every concert suit, every pair of work clothes, loving the mental images of Royal in the concert hall, the command of the crowd on the piano. I reached for the tie rack. The caramel brown one. It went best with his eyes, like the last time I’d seen him in it. He’d just landed a major gig and promotion, and we were celebrating at Joe’s Doughnut Shop. By the end of the night, I was begging him to tie me up using only that tie. He paid the bill, and we were out the door before the Joe had a chance to bring out the second course of sugary treats. We never made it to using the tie, though. After, when he was holding me next to Orion in the dark, our bodies sweat-soaked, the cum still drying on my fur, he had whispered, “Next weekend, we’ll use the tie.”

Too bad I’d never know what it felt like when he wound the tie around my legs.

Too bad I had fucked up before the next weekend and had lost it all.

I glided my hoof across my chest imagining it was him feeling my body tense as the hoof brushed my cold body. With my other hoof, I stroked myself through his robe bucking my hips.. If I wasn’t careful, I wouldn’t last as long as I wanted.

I felt the soft fabric of the dress shirts underneath my hooves. They smell so foreign yet I wanted it I wanted them to be with me. I picked up a dress shirt and let the robe fall to the floor while i dressed myself in it’s smooth embrace. I slowly brought the robe back to hug my form once again.

Time for the rest.

With the shirt unbuttoned and robe hugging my body while the tie draped around my neck , I moved my private party to the bathroom. The cologne was sitting on the vanity top as if I were expected, as if he knew I visited every Friday night. When I had lived there, he kept the cologne tucked inside the medicine cabinet. I trembled as I lifted the bottle. Out of fear?
Or hope?

In either case, I didn’t let it linger. They didn’t know about my visits. If they had, he would’ve called the Royal guards. Or my parole officer. No, they would have confronted me about it.

I opened the bottle and splashed cologne on my neck. My skin tingled with the memory of his hooves on me. I buried my nose in my hoof. Never did smell the same on me. I’d give anything to smell it on him. One more time.

No. I’d give anything to have it all back—the sex, the long talks in bed, the laughter, the love. But it would never be like that.

I’d never live in that apartment again. Never make love in that bed. Never be held in those strong forelegs. I had to accept that. And someday, I would. I’d stop the breaking and entering every Friday night. But not yet.
It was a small change that caught my eye, but it was enough to startle me. The bottle of lube kept inside the shower was now in the soap dish, not the shower. Had they purposely decided to store it somewhere new, or had they accidentally left it there? Had they been in the shower together that morning? Bucking each other without me between them?

Had it been Royal inside Orion?

Or the other way around?

I couldn’t stop the memories: my forehead pressed against the glass door as he took me from behind; those large hooves on my hips, on my chest, on my cock; me on my begging for more as he put his dick in my mouth—just the way he liked after a long day at work. Orion called my mouth the best stress relief he’d ever had. I’d never been anyone’s best anything before...

Never would again. All because of one mistake. The worst of my life.

Since I was young, my mom had said I’d end up in prison. Who knew she’d be right? I had thought finding the love of my life had meant the end of the bad shit, the beginning of a new life.

If only I hadn’t gone out that night.

If only I had done what they wanted—stayed in, decorated the tree, listened to Hearth’s Warming eve carols, made love to Carol of the Bells by the Aviators.

If only I hadn’t believed my best friend when he said we wouldn’t get caught.

But I knew what an empty belly felt like. I knew what it was like to live on the streets, turning tricks for a meal.

I rubbed a hoof over my face before the tears could form and reached for the lube they had moved since my last visit. I placed it on the top shelf of the shower. I’d move it back before I left, but something inside me couldn’t leave it alone. I needed it to be where we had kept it.

Not where they did.

Back in the bedroom, I didn’t want to look at the bed, didn’t want to see the mussed covers, the sheets twisted in a way that only meant one thing had last happened there. I kept my eyes squeezed shut as I crawled to the center of the bed. My erection had subsided with the memories of how I’d lost it all, but the sound of the the instruments and the scent of them on the pillows aroused me again. I shifted my hips and reached in between the rift in the robe.

I froze with the sound of the front door opening. Their laughter poured into the apartment, blending with the smooth, strong brass section now playing on the record. It sounded like laughter at a wake. It mocked me. The soundtrack of my life.

Hyperventilation set in. Why were they home early?

Their laughter grew louder. I needed to get up and out the window. Why couldn’t I move?

“You leave the music on?” That was Royal Riff. His soothing voice always got to me. I missed hearing it mix with his laugh, hearing him whisper all the sexy, delicious things he wanted to do to me.

“Don’t know. Maybe,” Orion said. His voice grew louder. “Must have.”

Why did he have to sound sexy too?

I scrambled for the edge of the bed and scooped up the clothes I’d dug through. The sound of their hooves on the wood floor approached the bedroom door. No time to change out of the robe and tie.

The doorknob turned.

No time for anything.

I dropped to the floor and crawled under the bed, the big-ass robe getting all tangled up, making it hard to move. The caramel tie must have slipped off me. It lay on the floor beside the bed. I grabbed it, and the door swung in. I jerked my hoof back and clutched the tie to my chest.

Royal Riff stepped in first. I could see his light gray hooves underneath the bottom of his suit, the hooves he touched me, loved me with. He turned as Orion came in close. The sound of their kisses filled the room.
Oh Celestia. They were going to make love with me underneath the damn bed.

A tie fell to the floor three feet from my face. Royal’s tie. Orion’s dress shirt followed, a crumbled pool of fabric around his legs.

Yep. I was going to be stuck under the bed listening to them go at each other. The thought should’ve unnerved me. And it did, in a way, but it also turned me on. I would get to hear him moan and beg. Hear him cry out as he came.

They kissed again, the sloppy sounds mixing with Royal’s little hums. Damn, how I missed that.

“Love you.” That was Orion. Those whispered words brought tears to my eyes. I wiped them away. I would not cry. I would enjoy the moment for what it was—me listening to two hot stallions having sex. It couldn’t be anything more.

“Tell me.” Orion again.

“No,” Royal said. He took a step back from the white stallion, his hooves coming even closer to the edge of the bed—to me. “You promised me we wouldn’t talk about it again.”

Orion stepped forward. Their chest closely pressed together. “I think we need to talk about it,” Orion said.
“Talk about him.”

Him? Someone new?

They kissed again, the sound more enticing than before. My heart thundered in my chest. I wanted to crawl out from under the bed, fly out the window, and race along the city streets until I collapsed from exhaustion.

“Tell me,” Orion said.

Royal sighed. “I miss him.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to keep my breathing even, to keep still. Was he talking about me?

“Of course you do,” Orion said.

“But we can’t.”

“Why not? He’s sorry about it.”

“How do you know that?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what he’s been doing.”

Buck.

Orion stepped around Royal and put a hoof around Royal’s shoulders Together they moved as one toward the dresser. With the change in their location, I could see them. I clutched the clothes tighter to my chest.

Orion reached around Royal and pulled open the top drawer. “He likes to put on your robe. The white one. He always puts it back before he goes, but it still smells like him hours later. They smell like his need, your soap, and my cologne. It smell like the three of us.”

Oh Celestia. I buried my face in the robe. They knew what I did every time I snuck in. Did they know the rest? I forced myself to look again.

Royal turned around dropping his head to Orion’s shoulder, wound his forelegs around him, and squeezed his firm ass cheeks.

“I bet he likes to feel your robe against his fur.” Orion whispered the words into Royal’s ear. “Imagine it’s you touching him. I bet he gets hard just thinking about it.” Orion pushed his groin over Royal’s front. “Hard as I am now.”

Were they angry? No. They were turned on. As turned on as I was, so bucking hard I wanted to shove my hoof into the robe but I couldn’t risk being heard.

Royal wasn’t saying anything. He was moving, rubbing flank against Orion, running his hoof in his blue mane.

Then Orion moved the two of them toward the closet, he slid open the door and turned on the light. Just as I had done a few minutes earlier.

“I bet,” Orion said, “he touches himself as he picks out one of your ties.”

Royal removed his hoof from Orion’s mane and reaches out to feel the ties. His hoof moved in such a slow, gentle touch, and I almost moaned out loud. I bit my lip and shifted my hips, my cock getting a little friction with the move. I wanted more. I wanted them.

Orion worked a hoof down Royal’s front and began a slow, sensual stroke. I ached to feel Orion’s hooves on me, Royal’s lips against mine, my body pressed between them. One last time.

“He looks through my dress shirts.” Orion continued the movement of his hoof on Royal's cock. “One of my dress shirts. And your caramel tie.”

Royal gasped.

“The one we were going to use on him the night we celebrated your promotion. The night he’d begged us to tie him up. The night we last made love.”

Royal wiped his eyes. Was he crying? His voice was shaky when he finally spoke. “We never did get to the tie.”

“No. But we said we would.” Orion gripped Royal's hoof in his and led the way across the room. “After he dresses in our clothes, he goes to the bathroom.”

I shifted until I could see them through the open doorway. They stood in front of the mirror. Orion reached around Royal again and lifted the bottle of cologne. He opened it and poured some onto his hoof. He worked his hooves together in front of Royal, and then spread the cologne over Royal Riff’s cheeks and down his neck. Royal’s hips were moving against Orion’s now.

Orion nuzzled his partner’s neck, leaving little kisses from the tips of his ear to his shoulder. I could almost smell Royal’s skin, with the mix of arousal and Orion’s cologne. I had never smelled that cologne on Royal. Did they smell the same wearing it?

Orion ran his hooves down Royal's front, he progressed lower and lower, and finally, dipped a hoof into the place where every stallion’s moment of bliss emerges. I panted at the thought of smelling Orion’s cologne on Royal’s shaft.

I watched Royal's hip move with the hoof working him. I gulped down a swallow and tried to remember how to breathe.

Orion’s gruff voice startled me. “Now we all smell the same.”

Royal moaned and shifted his hips faster.

“Come to bed, lover.” Orion eased his hoof away from Royal's privates and turned for the door. He stopped and laughed as he grabbed the bottle of lube from the shower. “He didn’t like us leaving the lube somewhere new.”

“Why?” Royal asked puzzled.

“I think he misses the way we did things. The way we were together—the three of us. He’s miserable alone.”

“He left us—”

“You know why.” Orion held Royal against his chest and whispered just above Royal’s ear. “He thought we would be ashamed of him. He thought coming home to us from prison would make us love him differently. He thought he was an extra we were playing with, and that we’d be fine without him. That we’d go right back to where we were before we found him outside the club. He doesn’t know he was as much a part of this relationship as either of us. He doesn’t know how easily it was for that hungry, lonely stallion to steal our hearts.”

I couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down my face. Orion’s words penetrated every inch of thick stone wall I had been trying to build since I’d left them for prison.

It was odd—hiding under the bed we had once shared, wearing their clothes, crying like I never had in my life, and yet my cock hard, my body so hungry for them, I didn’t know if I’d be able to walk away if they discovered me and demand I leave. But it didn’t sound like they would. They still wanted me.

Maybe I had already jerked off and had fallen asleep on the red sheets, and their words were my wishes come to life in my dreams.

They moved as one to the middle of the bedroom, facing each other.

Royal Riff glanced toward the closet. “Where’s the tie and the robe? They weren’t in there.”

“We came home early enough.”

Royal's mouth fell open. “He’s here?”

Orion nodded.

I hugged my clothes tighter to me and held my breath.

“Where?”

Orion looked over his shoulder. “Under the bed.”

Royal turned, and both stallions stared at my pathetic hiding place.

I knew I wasn’t dreaming because I used all my mental powers to force the floor to split open and swallow me whole. It didn’t.

“Concerto?”

Getting Tangled Up

I should’ve been man enough to crawl out and face them, but my name on Royal’s lips had me frozen under the bed, holding onto their clothes, tears on my face, and my shaft rock hard.

Royal walked to the bed and lifted the sheet hanging over the edge. “Concerto, come out here.” Those caramel like eyes were watching me.

Orion hadn’t moved from where he stood, but his voice was louder than any of his words since he’d stepped into the apartment. “Concerto.”

That was all it took. I never could resist his requests, not in the bedroom. He liked to lead the way and I always liked to let him. So did Royal. Orion said it was because Royal needed to let go of the control he held onto all day in the music assemblies and he said I needed to give all of myself to somepony.

He was right about that.

I worked my way out from under the bed, still not letting go of the robe on my body. I didn’t want to have to let go.

Royal wrapped a hoof under my forelegs and helped me stand on all fours,the baggy robe making getting up difficult, my nerves adding to it. He placed a hoof on my shoulder.

The soft touch of Royal’s hoof on me and the his comforting eyes watching me took me back in time to the first night I’d met them, when they treated me to a diner and paid for my dandelion sandwich with extra hay fries, had brought me home and ran me a hot bubble bath, and then had taken me to their bed where nothing close to sex happened and where I slept pressed between them. The next day, they’d had a new bed delivered for the guest room. It took three months before either of them kissed me. Another two before they brought me to their bed again. I learned later, they had wanted to wait even longer. They didn’t want me to feel like I owed them something.

But it had never felt like that. All I ever felt was their love.

I stared at Royal’s hoof. I longed to feel the heat of it sliding down my chest. Why couldn’t I have jerked off in their bed? Only that would have put me in quite the awkward situation. But I already felt exposed. Vulnerable. Like the loser stallion from the street they’d brought home with them five years before.

Royal yanked me forward and crushed me against his chest. “You stupid head!”

Orion stood behind me and wound his large forelegs around us, pinning me between them in one big group hug.

All my resolve went out the window—where I should have been following it. I removed the robe and wrapped a foreleg around Royal’s shoulders, the other back around Orion’s.

Royal let out a soft moan. He buried his nose in my browny color mane. “You’ve been out for two months. Where have you been staying?”

I wanted to answer, but the words caught in my throat.

Orion gripped my hip with a hoof. “Concerto,” he said. “Where?”

I dropped my head back to his chest. “An old apartment complex down past Sterling Street.”

Royal ran a hoof over my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.

“Why didn’t you come home?” he asked.

I couldn’t stop myself. I turned my head and kissed his hoof.

He wiped the last of my tears from my eyes. “Did you think we wouldn’t want you anymore?”

I nodded.

Orion bent and kissed the back of my neck. He worked his way to my ear and nibbled softly. “Did you think we wouldn’t still love you?”

A part of me knew they would, but I had wanted better for them—better than me.

Royal kissed my temple. “Talk to us.”

“I was in prison.” My voice trembled with each word.

Orion laughed. That deep rumble vibrated against my back. Without a thought, I shifted between them, I pushed my ass on to Orion and he lifted his hooves onto my back making his cock rub against me, my dick to Royal’s chest he began to stroke it, back and forth, the rhythm coming back to me as effortlessly as any step I’d taken to get to the apartment.

Royal started to move with me, but suddenly Orion stilled our actions.

So stupid. I shouldn’t have been so bold. I had left them. I had packed a bag and walked out the door while they were at work, and I had stayed at the some run down apartment until it was time to report to court.

They had shown up that day. Orion wouldn’t take no for an answer when he took the place of the public defender. I owed Orion years of my life. My sentence wouldn’t have been as light if he hadn’t shown up to help me.

And this was how I repaid them?

Breaking into their place, rifling through their belongings, trying to rub off on them as if nothing had changed between us?

Orion’s deep voice sounded small when he spoke. “You wouldn’t talk to us at your court appearance. You refused to see us at the prison. You get out and don’t bother to tell us where you are. Don’t you think all that hurt?”

“Orion. Don’t.” Royal massaged my shaft. “He’s here.”

Orion shoved a hoof around my body and knocked Royal’s hoof away replacing it with his. “He’s here to jerk off. Not to see us.”

“I-I want—” I squeezed my eyes shut.

Orion slid his hoof down the length of my cock. He caressed my balls. “Say it, Concerto.”

I groaned and moved my hips again. “I wanted to see you. But-but you deserve better.”

“Better than you?” With the surprise in Royal's voice, I opened my eyes and watched him. He searched my face. “Concerto, you were just trying to help him.”

“But I stole.”

Orion pushed on my balls, his touch gentle, loving. “Why didn’t you ask us for help? We would’ve given him the bits.”

I twisted in their embrace until I could look up at Orion. “I couldn’t take anything else from you.”

“Take?” Orion said. “You have no clue, do you? We were missing something until we met you. We needed you as much as you needed us.”

Royal forced me to look his way. “And without you, we’re not whole. We’re broken.”

“You’ve punished yourself enough,” Orion said. “It’s time to come home.”

Royal leaned forward and kissed me. His warm tongue caressed mine. All worries, all thoughts were gone. I wrapped my forelegs around his neck and stood on the tips of my hooves. Orion’s warmth left my back. I wanted to cry out, wanted to plead for his touch again, but I couldn’t tear myself from Royal’s kiss. I wanted him to consume me, to take my breath into him until we weren’t sure where he ended and I began.

Orion pressed against my back again. One of his hooves gripped my hip. I felt his hot breath on my skin as he kissed me gently along my jawline from behind.

Orion reached behind Royal were my hoof was holding them and wrapped something around it.

The caramel tie.

I gasped.

Royal smiled at me, his lips still moist from the kiss. Orion looked pleading at me “You aren’t getting away from us this time.”

Orion laughed and tugged me backward. I trembled.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the hard lines of Royal’s fit body, the swollen erection between his legs.

Orion stepped in front of me. He forced my head up until I met his stare. “You are staying. Unless you tell me you want to go.” He waited a moment, then added, “I thought not.” He leaned forward and stopped, his lips an inch from mine. “I’m going to kiss the hell out of you, and I might not be able to stop once I start.” He pulled back.

I whimpered. I wanted his lips on mine.

“First things first,” he said. “On the bed, Royal.”

Royal nodded and lay on his back in the center of the large bed.

“Forelegs over your head.”

Royal stretched them up as if reaching for the headboard. His body was spread out over the red sheets like a decadent dessert offering. I wanted to crawl on top of him and take a taste. More than a taste. I wanted to devour him whole.

Orion moved behind me. he ground his dick against my tail pushing it against me causing me to let out a soft moan. Royal licked his lips as he watched from the bed, his body held immobile by only Orion’s will.

“Go ahead,” Orion said as he continued to grind me. “Say it.”

Say what? He worked behind my tail a hoof coming to rest on my tight hole, causing my breathing to come in short gasps. My head spun with the brush of Orion’s large body melding with mine.

Royal spoke. “I want you so much, Concerto. Missed seeing your body, touching you. Missed you between us, your smile, your laugh, your love. Missed you every moment you were gone.” Royal shifted his hips but kept his forelegs stretched overhead. “Been dreaming about you inside me.”

Shallow breaths were all I could manage at this point.

Orion slid his other hoof slowly around my body, working it over the tie still wrapped around my wrist. He used other hoof to slowly rub my ass.

“Oh Concerto,” Royal said. “You’re gorgeous. Come here.”

He knew I wouldn’t move. Not until Orion told me to. It was a game we had played many times.

He didn’t give up. “Come on, crawl on top of me. Need to feel your body on mine, your tongue in my mouth, your cock inside me.”

I nodded. It was all I could give him. For now.

Orion chuckled. I heard his every breath. Then his muscular body came in close,the solid, heated flesh of his cock at my lower back. I groaned and leaned my head back to him.

He kissed my neck. “Do I need to get a rubber?”

Huh? I lifted my head and stared at Royal on the bed. He was either enjoying the sight of my throbbing cock, or he couldn’t face me.

It hit me then. “No!”

Royal closed his eyes and swallowed.

I couldn’t stand still any longer. I turned in Orion’s embrace. “I didn’t have sex with anyone else. I swear, I didn’t. Just…just a couple of blowjobs. At…at…”

He cupped my cheek and ran and leaned over brushing his upper lip against my lower one. “In the prison?”

I nodded.

“I believe you.” Louder, he said, “Royal?”

“Me too.”

Orion gave one more brush to my lip. He released my face and forced me to turn. “Go to him. Lie flat over his body.”

I crawled onto the bed and worked my way up Royal. We both moaned as I lowered myself over him. I rested a hoof on the bed on either side of his shoulders and rocked, letting our cocks and bodies get reacquainted, remembering the sweet, easy way we had been together.

Royal moaned again. The sound was beautiful and enticing. I wanted more. I rocked faster, playing him like an a violin, wanting to hear the same melody I’d been missing for months.

Orion grabbed my hips and tugged me backward. “Not yet. Kneel between his legs.” Royal spread his thighs, and I did as Orion directed. Orion knelt behind me, the touch of his chest to my back brought out my own song, little whimpers I couldn’t dream of silencing.

Orion slid his hooves up the inside of Royal’s thighs. “Raise your legs.”

Royal lifted his legs, and with a touch of Orion’s hoof to my lower back, I inched closer until my cock nestled against Royal’s ass. Soon I’d be inside him and Orion would be in me. I’d be home. Finally.
Forever?

I gripped the outside of Royal’s thighs, needing to touch more of him.

“Left hoof, Royal.”

Royal raised his hoof. Orion lifted the end of the caramel tie still dangling from my right foreleg and wrapped it around the headboard, then both our wrists, binding us together. Our hooves brushing together. Orion secured the end of the soft fabric, but it was too loose. I’d slip free before long.

“Tighter.”

Orion licked my ear from top to bottom and whispered, “Tied down or not, you are not going anywhere.”

“No.” I let my head fall to his shoulder. “I want to stay.”

“Concerto.” Royal squirmed and pressed his ass against my cock. I couldn’t enter him. Not yet.

Orion leaned to the nightstand for the lube. He slid a hoof between Royal and me and slicked my cock, then Royal’s body. Royal gripped the headboard with his free hoof.

“It’s okay,” Orion said. “Touch him. Hold on to him.”

Royal let go of the headboard and reached for me under his raised leg. He gripped my thigh.

With Orion’s hoof guiding my cock, I pressed my pelvis forward and sank into Royal through several small thrusts. The tight slide of flesh on flesh was almost too much. It was a warm welcoming feeling building up in me. I’d never be able to hold off for long. Royal groaned and squeezed my hoof and thigh, his gaze locked on mine.

It had been too long since I’d been inside either of them, since I’d felt anything on my shaft but my own hoof. I leaned over him more and rested my free hoof on the bed beside his head. I needed the leverage to buck him the way I wanted to—the way I needed to.

No. That wasn’t true. Orion would be shoving into me soon, and he’d buck us through the mattress.
Orion spread my ass cheeks. I stilled, and he ran the slick head of his cock from the top of my entrance, down the crease ever so slowly. The moment he touched my hole, he thrust forward, driving me farther into Royal.

I cried out, “Yes,” and grunted over and over as he made love to us. Maybe I had missed my own sounds more than theirs. Being pinned between them was a need I had tried to pretend I no longer craved, that I could live without.

I didn’t want to come. And at the same time I’d never wanted anything more than that release. Orion slid a hoof under the silk tie around foreleg until he was bound to us—with us. He cupped my cheek with his other hoof and forced my head to the side. “Kiss me.” Then his lips were on mine. The sweetest brush of moist lips and tongue. Soft. Inviting. Deep. Maybe he really had meant he’d never stop kissing me. I wasn’t sorry.

Abruptly, he pulled back and said, “You are not going anywhere. Tonight. Or any other night. You’re ours, and we’re not letting you go.”

He thrust again and again, reaching around me to take Royal in his hoof. We rocked and grunted, stroked and sped, loved and breathed as we flew toward release. I came first, then Orion and Royal almost together.
We collapsed in a pile, Orion half on me, half wrapped around me, Royal on my other side.

Orion sighed. “Damn. You always were a sweet one to buck.”

I laughed and smacked his back. “I’m feeling the love.”

He sat up so fast the bed creaked. He leaned over me. “You should. And next time, don’t run from it.”

I nodded, and Orion sank back to the bed.

Royal reached for the blankets and lifted them over us. “Sleep.”

I could do that. I hadn’t been so relaxed since the night before I’d been arrested.

“Concerto,” Orion said.

“Huh?”

“I think we had a break in. They left the window open.”

I laughed again. Leaving the window open had been my reminder I had to leave. When I jerked off on their sheets, it was easy to focus on my cock and forget my heart. Forget I didn’t belong there.

I threw the covers back, lunged for the window across the room, and tripped. I landed on the floor with my legs stuck in the twisted blanket and my front hooves gripping the long curtains on either side of the window.

Royal laughed, cackled, whatever you called it when someone couldn’t sit up and was clutching their gut while the laughs poured out.

Orion shifted to the foot of the bed and peered down at me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I am now.” I kicked off the blanket, stood, and slammed the window shut. The faint sounds of honking horns, the hum of the traffic, the occasional shout disappeared. All I heard was the slowing laughter behind me and the low, deep voice that said, “You’re home, Concerto.”

I went to the bed and settled in between them.

Orion wrapped his forelegs around Royal and me, pulling us all close. “You didn’t have to break in. This was always your home.”

I nodded.

I was home.

Extra Info and another scribbled note

Well here you are at the end of this threesome stallion straddler clopfic! Hope you enjoyed~

Here's the song Concerto was listening to on the record player:

Here's the song they were going to make love with before Concerto got arrested:

AND Here's a view at the characters:

Royal Riff

Concerto

Orion