tristangm
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tristan gale-mcvey || 38 || owner of the gm theater
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With a sigh, Tristan leaned back and watched the way Matt expertly removed the shirt off of Billy's body. First, he welcomed the moment to just observe and bask in the glorious sight of the man's body in full display, but he just as equally enjoyed a moment's pause to recollect his thoughts. He had never been with this many people at the same time and he couldn't help but feel briefly overwhelmed. Something was telling him Matt might have been feeling something similar, so he made a mental note to acknowledge that.
Callan wrapped himself almost magically around Billy and Tristan, for one, could not have felt more prouder at how assertive and in touch with himself he was. It gave him just the nudge he needed to do the same, so Tristan finally pushed himself off the mattress and closer to Matt. He made quick work of the man's pants, after which he expertly laid his hands under him and with one strong scoop, turned them, so that Tristan was on his back, with Matt straddling him.
"All you have to do is tell me to stop and I will," he said reassuringly with a soft smile, then reached up to give Matt's delectably meaty pecs a squeeze and once he had finished basking in the glory of the man's body, pulled him in hungrily for a kiss. His hands instantly found the man's lower back and soon, he was cupping a greedy feel.
@mattvanwinkle
callangm:
mattvanwinkle:
matt begins to step out of the elevator only to be met with being lifted into the arms of his husband. with an audible yelp of surprise, he wrapped his arm around billy’s shoulders, leaning in and kissing him briefly before whispering. “what about your back?” before looking back at callan and tristan. he hated that his nerves were so apparent, and billy knew his every cue, and he knew that this was his way of trying to alleviate them.
when they stepped into the room, billy placed him on the bed and immediately sat behind him with matt’s head in his lap as he rubbed his scalp, soothingly. “i’m fine, babe.” he whispered, trying to keep it between the two of them, as he wasn’t seeking to kill the vibe. tristan was a godsend in that moment as he moved over and began to undo matt’s belt and zipper.
matt sat up on the bed, moving to meet tristan and help in the removal of his pants. on a whim, he leaned in closer to tristan and kissed him slowly, with passion before he pulled back and looked at billy. “take off your shirt.” he directed, reaching for the buttons and expertly beginnint to undo them with one hand. it wasn’t his first time that matt had to get billy out of a suit – nor would it be the last. his other hand busied itself with tristan’s belt and pants button, undoing it and beginning to push the fabric down.
he looked over at callan then, smiling at him. “you gonna get in on this?
@callangm
Once Tristan nods at him, he relaxes, knowing that he can have fun now.
If anything, he likes to watch more than participate. He’s cool by trailing off them, holding the door open so everyone can get in. He locks it and leans behind it, neatly undoing his cuffs, taking off his jacket, as he watches while Tristan and Billy undress Matt. Until they all become a tangle of limbs, rushing to get everyone out of their suits.
He laughs at the invitation. “I thought you’d never ask.” He throws his jacket on the chair and walks to them. “Here, let me help.” He stands behind Billy, and starts to undo the buttons of the man’s shirt, kissing him on the neck, slowly. He finished the shirt and moves to his pants, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants.
“Let them have fun.” He whispered in Billy’s ear, wrapping his hand around his waist, pulling him closer. His hand trailed down to his bulge. “You can have him everyday, but me—” he grips. “May be your only chance.”
@roscbud
“Back’s fine, Matty,” he confirms, pressing in close to kiss him again.
Billy keeps himself firmly rooted in making sure his husband is comfortable. He knew Matty could worry, so he did what he could to soothe him and ease his mind. The man loved having his hair played with, and although he has an unfamiliar man undressing him he knows if he keeps his hands there he can keep him calm.
But soon enough there’s another pair of hands on him, a presence around him and Billy leans back against it. Matty’s words come, and by the time he’s looked back to meet his gaze Billy’s almost completely out of it. But with two sets of hands helping him, Billy only has to stand to rid himself of his pants and the remainder of his suit. It’s dropped on the floor without a care, wrinkles be damned.
Billy rises to his full height, having already tugged his briefs off and now stands as the first one fully nude, turning to Callan now. Deft fingers move over the man’s front, helping him out of his dress shirt and pants as well, while pressing back into the man’s neck to pay it some mind. It’s a conscious effort for him not to mark up the man under him. Pants are dropped once the belt and button are undone, and he turns them, now guiding them back to laying on the bed beside where Matty and Tristan were beginning.
@tristangm
#( Callan & Billy & Matt )#(( xkit is busted again and I couldn't get it to crop this post -- sorry ))
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roscbud:
Billy spends most of the kiss watching his husband in the reflection before him. It isn’t that he’s worried at all, but he knows how nervous Matt had been tonight. But he was excited too, and Billy had to remind him of that. Of course he’d given him numerous outs, but they were here now.
“Ow,” Billy muttered, looking at the other with a grin. He’ll get back there soon enough, he promises himself. Callan escorts himself out of the elevator, and Billy holds off, slipping his hand into Matt’s after he steps out last. They walk down the hall towards their suite, stopping outside the door where Billy offers up his room key.
Billy gives Matt’s hand one last squeeze and lets go, only for him to pause for a minute and pick him up, hoisting him into his hands. He looks up at him, tilting his head back to kiss him and bring him to the bed. He couldn’t resist it, and honestly, he needed to get Matt out of his own head. “Help me get him undressed,” Billy asks the other two as he sets him down in the bed.
@tristangm
Tristan cannot help but feel hyper-aware: of the situation, of the way Matt’s body was pressed against him, of the soft sound of the elevator, and the way he was sprinting through completely uncharted territory. It felt like he was looking at himself from the director seat, thinking about how he should react more than actually reacting. It’s why he did not register the kiss as much as he should have, choosing instead to catch his husband’s eye and to trace the way Billy was hawking over his partner.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about the events unfolding yet, but he couldn’t deny he wanted more.
Tristan stayed behind for a moment to adjust his pants, then quickly left the elevator and lined up to Callan. They didn’t need to exchange words. He gave him a look and a shallow nod, which was plenty: I’m okay. Stop fretting.
Once inside the hotel room, Tristan popped open the buttons of his shirt almost right away, as if trying to prove a point. He did not wait for a second invitation before going to Matt’s side and ever-so-gently unbuckled his belt. “Now we’re talking,” he mused and just as he was working on Matt’s zipper with one hand, started playing with Billy’s shirt to try and undress him as well.
@mattvanwinkle
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roscbud:
Dinner was good, great even. Everything had fallen into place perfectly, just the way he’d seen it. They’d checked in earlier, and Billy had already prepared and laid everything out in their room that would be needed. With the doors between their rooms ajar, he hadn’t been sure if they’d want to head to theirs first to freshen up or not.
With a small buzz clouding his head, he’d followed Matty’s lead from the Uber into the lobby, waiting with anticipation for the elevator. The question really was, who would make the first move? Billy wanted to, but he didn’t want them thinking he’d planned that too. He’d spent a while trying to decide if he wanted Tristan or Callan first, but ultimately decided he wouldn’t care which of them went first. Hell, he’d be fine if one of them made a move on Matty first, so long as one made a move.
Climbing into the elevator, he doesn’t need to wait. Grinning, Billy eagerly leans into the kiss, hands finding Callan’s hips and allowing them to guide them back to his ass which he wastes absolutely zero time in giving a firm squeeze with both hands. Deepening the embrace, Billy opens an eye, looking for Matt’s gaze in the elevator’s mirrored walls. He only hoped that him and Tristan had made a similar move once they’d started.
@tristangm
Tristan was having a blast. The dinner was lovely, his company was lovely, and he was the loveliest of all, with his silky smooth casual, easy-going demeanor. He was all jokes and banter and fun stories over the appetizers and served as a nice, colorful contrast to his husband’s more muted approach tonight. Tristan did what he did best: command attention, so his husband could process the strangeness of tonight at his own pace. What was weirdest of it all, was that Tristan seemed to be taking everything in stride. So far.
The elevator doors hand’t even closed properly before Callan made his move and to be perfectly honest, it caught Tristan unprepared. He was so caught up being a gracious host that he forgot the real reason they were all together. And if he was perfectly honest, in the very first moment he saw Callan’s lips touching Billy’s, there was a quick uneasy feeling at his stomach. He pushed it away almost momentarily and surrendered to the moment.
He took a step forward and wrapped an arm over Matt’s sturdy chest, pulling them together and pressing his body firmly against the other man’s back and ass. “I promised you I am looking forward to that,” he purred in Matt’s ear and began laying warm kisses down his neck while ever-so-gently pushed his crotch forward as an impish tease.
@mattvanwinkle
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what's hotter: pecs or biceps? bulges or butts?
You’re asking as if there’s another valid answer here than tits and asses.
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[ text : Tristan ] : No but, I figured I’m going to be going from my husband’s ass to one of your mouths at some point. I’ve really never used it, don’t see the point either
[ text : Tristan ] : I’ll get a few boxes of magnums for us then, what will Callan need? I don’t think Matty’s going to need anything
[ text : Tristan ] : We are texting
[ text : Tristan ] : Sending him a screenshot of that text
[ text : Tristan ] : Guess we’ll find out if you’re a big dicked guy that knows how to use your cock when you fuck my husband on Saturday then, hmm?
[ text : Billy ] : Tell him to pick up milk on his way home <3
[ text : Billy ] : And yeah, don’t fret about us. I’ll stock up and bring enough for us, so you don’t need to worry.
[ text : Billy ] : Also, if you need my credentials, you know exactly where and who to ask ;)) Matt is going to be excellently taken care of and you, darling, are going to love the view.
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roscbud:
[ text : Tristan ] : Oh we’re terrible, but it’s always a fun time
[ text : Tristan ] : I know, but I like plugging him
[ text : Tristan ] : Fine though, we’ll have it your way, Burger King
[ text : Tristan ] : Flavored lube? I’m going to hit up Costco tomorrow for condoms, I expect that there’s going to be a lot of changing them out throughout the evening.
[ text : Tristan ] : Also be impartial, if you had to rate sex with me on a scale of 1-10, what grade would you give? This isn’t to slight your husband, but prove a point. Sex with him obviously being better than perfect, how do I fair? Remember, stroking my ego is like stroking my cock ;)
[ text : Billy ] : Are we making lube margaritas? Flavored lube is such a scam. Just use those money to get better condoms is my advice.
[ text : Billy ] : I agree. But I’d bring out my supply too, so we’ll be well stocked.
[ text : Billy ] : Oh no... are you and Callan texting? Is this what’s going on? I want no role in whatever posturing is happening right now.
[ text : Billy ] : I can say that much - you are an interesting fuck. You are far rougher and hungrier than you appear and it can be overwhelming at first to piece the sexual you with the friendly you. That said, you know how to use your cock and most of the big-dicked guys I know do not. So you deserve praise for it. All in all, you left me satisfied.
[ text : Billy ] : That’s the testimonial you need to get your answer
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callangm:
As soon as Tristan pushed his ass up and pulled down the underwear, Callan licked his lips in anticipation. “I know you so well, Charming” He sat on the bed, with his legs under him, his underwear doing a poor job of hiding his growing erection. He ran a rand over his ass, while looking him in the eyes and talking sweetly: “I don’t need to cum, today it’s just for you.” He leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. “If you’re happy, I’ll be happy.”
He jumped on the bed, until he was kneeling down between Tristan’s spread legs. He grabbed his butt with both hands, mouth watering. “My favorite meal.” He licked a finger before gently touching him up. “Breakfast of champions.” He mocked, before leaning down and kissing, first his thigh, then going up to his ass, until he was spreading his cheeks.
“I’d have held it against you, if you didn’t, after all the practice you’ve had.” Callan’s words were like honey dripping down his skin. Tristan would be lying if he said he wouldn’t enjoy that deal greatly. He wasn’t a lazy lover in the slightest, but he especially loved being the center of attention. Callan knew that especially well and he was using it in the most erotic way possible. “But I want you to. It’s what makes me happy.”
The anticipation of having Callan’s face so close to his exposed hope was electric and Tristan caught himself holding his breath. The trail of kisses made him moan out loud and push his face in the pillow. “Yes,” he encouraged and reached back to play with his husband’s hair. “Just like that. Go deeper...”
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roscbud:
[ text : Tristan ] : Oh perfect, Matty and I had an amazing rendition of Scrubs in college we could sing
[ text : Tristan ] : Or maybe bring back some classic Bon Jovi
[ text : Tristan ] : I know how to cut loose, trust me.
[ text : Tristan ] : I’m not that uptight
[ text : Tristan ] : I know what I’m wearing, and what I hope Matty wears, but we’ll see. Now the real question, do I plug him all day? Or do we take turns working him open for dessert?
[ text : Billy ] : I don’t trust you, but I’ll be happy - and I don’t say that often - to be proven wrong
[ text : Billy ] : Of course not, are you kidding? Doing the work in this case is half the fun
[ text : Billy ] : Teamwork makes the dreamwork, am I right? ;)
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roscbud:
[ text : Tristan ] : I’m soliciting it, and he loves being teased
[ text : Tristan ] : Builds up anticipation yknow?
[ text : Tristan ] : Oh no, we have to plan the order now. who’s fucking who first, who strips first. Do we start off fucking our spouses and switch? Or do we get naked in the bed first? I need these details ironed out, then I’ll create a flowchart analyzing the best pairings and positions based on everyone’s preferences.
[ text : Tristan ] : Joking btw
[ text : Tristan ] : If it wasn’t obvious
[ text : Billy ] : We’ll see. Won’t make a promise just to tease you :P
[ text : Billy ] : You know, I’ve been considering an open mic night at the GM once a month, just to get something new going on
[ text : Billy ] : I am completely against that idea now, after your comedy special
[ text : Billy ] : P.S. I mean it, going with the flow is better and more fun -- you’ll see
[ text : Billy ] : I should go buy new underwear now, though... I’ve been meaning to blow some cash and now I have an excuse
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roscbud:
[ text : Tristan ] : Do me a favor, show that off to Matt ;)
[ text : Tristan ] : I’ll let him know you’re ordering. He’s better to talk to about the arrangements though
[ text : Tristan ] : Yeah, you do look terrible in burgundy. We can use that, should be a boner killer for most of us
[ text : Tristan ] : Decisions been made. I’ll go bare with Matt, but use condoms for you two. You two can feel free to do as you please but have to use rubbers with Matty.
[ text : Billy ] : I am not about to send unsolicited dick pics to your husband, pull yourself together
[ text : Billy ] : can’t steal my Saturday thunder
[ text : Billy ] : See - I know what I’m talking about.
[ text : Billy ] : Good to know.
[ text : Billy ] : Now, I hope that was all we had to plan in advance, because I do want some things to come in the spur of the moment - it’s more fun that way
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callangm:
“Artists are creative.” He winked, sure that they would find a way. While he could drive that argument for hours — especially if they stayed in bed during all of that time — the hand on his ass seemed like more pressing matter for the moment.
“I thought I could give you something.” He said, between kisses, while he slipped his middle finger between his ass cheeks, “To help on a stressful day, what do you think?” He searched around for his hole, until the tip of his fingers brushed against it. He pulled Tristan closer, whispering in his ear: “I promise I won’t stop until you cum.”
“Too creative, don’t I know that,” Tristan huffed and rolled his eyes, but made the decision to not get himself worked up with the stress of his worklife. He was not at work. He was very close to the one person he could never get enough of, and by the looks of it, he was going to get more of him very soon.
“Really?” he purred in Callan’s ear, rolling his tongue out to give the lobe a soft lick. “Then you must be reading my mind, because that’s exactly the stress-treatment I need right now.” Tristan pushed him away playfully only so he could roll over on his stomach. With their eyes locked, Tristan pushed his ass up in the air and slowly peeled the briefs off. "I promise I won’t stop until you cum, too. So... breakfast in bed?” he wiggled his ass invitingly with a quiet, taunting chuckle.
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mattvanwinkle:
[ text : tristan ] : it’s mainly me. if i didn’t keep track of everyones calendars this ship would sink.
[ text : tristan ] : oh, i’m kitten now, huh? that’s cute.
[ text : tristan ] : glad to hear it. if he didn’t live up expectations, i’d be disappointed, myself.
[ text : tristan ] : he certainly knows what he’s doing.
[ text : tristan ] : though i hear you’re just as talented.
[ text : tristan ] : i think billy is eager to see me ride you, if i’m honest.
[ text: matt ] : you are being very cute right now with those questions, can’t help it
[ text: matt ] : that he does - he knows a lot
[ text: matt ] : believe me, he isn’t the only person eager to have that happen ;)
[ text: matt ] : the mental image in my head of it is very, very enticing
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[ text: matt ] : Score!
[ text: matt ] : Excellent. I’ll send you an official Outlook calendar invite, as a treat. I know how much your lot appreciates planning.
[ text: matt ] : Not with me, it isn’t.
[ text: matt ] : Kitten, it’s sweet of you to ask, but no, he did not live up to my expectations.
[ text: matt ] : I expected him to be a stick-in-the-mud about it and he was anything but. Was a very revelatory experience.
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