Thread by @chromaberrant

Last night I spent the evening out w/ the image of reed getting overstimulated into absolute incoherence on loop in the back of my head thanks to a convo with @Tic_ally and Seb earlier so I figured I'd share, right

Anyway I love fics where reed is lowkey vain as all get out and the RKs tap into that... And fuck him senseless in front of a mirror so strap in for a lil #reed1700 thread (ended up less mirror sex but 100% praise kink + overstim w/ a hint of cum inflation/breeding, oops?)

He's barely awake after getting like three orgasms all but ripped out of him but Nines still has his cock in him: he's holding all of Reed's weight up against his own chest, one arm draped under Gavin's and hand teasing a nipple, the other gently fondling his spent dick.

Nines is slow but relentless. "Keep your eyes on yourself," he orders. "watch how gorgeous you are when you're completely at my mercy. Will you be good for me? Will you cum for me one more time?"
"I can't," Reed answers, way past pretending it's not on a whine.

They're kneeling on the bed, facing a large mirror. Behind them, Connor lounges against the headboard, watching. Recording. He has an excellent view of Nines' sculpted back flexing, as well as the cum leaking down Reed's thighs out of his stretched hole.

Reed can scarcely make him out in the reflection, tears blurring his vision. He's wrung out, boneless, pumped full of both Nines' and Connor’s cum, and buzzing head to toe with pleasure that he thinks he'll feel for the rest of his days.

Possibly because this might be his last, if Nines continues to try and milk him of all he's worth. Even Reed's soul feels untethered, like it might be all he's got left to give to his partners.
Local man gave up the ghost for thirsty androids. What a way to go.

His eyes snap open when the mattress dips and Nines rebalances, shifting them a little. Connor is standing in front of them now, awe and fondness in his expression. He touches the edge of Gavin's jaw, traces his parted lips, coaxes his mouth open.

The fingers of his other hand pull his lower lip down and then slip onto his tongue when he licks them. Gavin works them over with barely any conscious thought. It feels good to suck on them, to watch Connor's pupils widen almost comically. Him and his oral fixation.

Every touch, every point of contact feels divine, on the verge of too much. He's floating on pleasure, carried by its tide. It feels incredible to give in, to let his lovers do with him what they please, to surrender himself whole and put his trust in their hands completely.

When Connor replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, Gavin moans and fumbles one hand to grip Connor’s hip, pull him closer. He opens wide and takes as much as he can in one slow, enthusiastic drag.
He's so relaxed his gag reflex doesn't even try to kick in when he takes

a deep breath and sucks Connor all the way in, throat vibrating with a muffled moan.
Connor is speaking, breathless and delighted above him, but his words don't register. Gavin works his lips and tongue as much as he can around the shaft filling him, humming happily.

Connor's fingers are gentle but firm as they dance across his face, wiping his tears and running through his stubble and hair. He follows the guiding grip at the back of his head, pulls back to breathe then bobs back down.
Nines is murmuring praise into his ear,

and his hand tightens around Gavin's cock where it filled out a little again.
Gavin's breath catches.
"You're doing wonderful, kitten," Nines encourages, pressing the words into the skin behind Gavin's ear, "so generous for us. We're so proud of you. You can keep going, love."

He punctuates every pet name with a measured thrust, and an insistent pass of his fingers over a nipple. Gavin doesn't have it in him to stop the helpless keens this draws out of him, or the way his eyes roll back into his head when Nines next squeezes his dick.

His fourth orgasm is entirely dry, and hits him like a wave, pulling him under for long, blissful seconds.
He comes to feeling Nines' dick twitch and spill inside him once more, and shivers uncontrollably. Nines' moan is muffled next to him: his mouth is busy

bringing Connor to completion as well.
Eights gasps under the ministrations of Nines' hand and lips, and pulls back in time to come on both his lovers' faces.
They fall to the sheets wrapped in one another, uncaring for the wet spot for now.

Gavin drifts in and out of consciousness, catching snapshots of intimacy in between long moments of blissful exhaustion. The androids cleaning one another, trading kisses and interfacing. The two of them wiping him clean, moving his weary limbs between gentle hands.

Connor pressing warm lube and a thick plug into his entrance - "keep it in, don't make a mess" - and holding him in his arms as Nines changes the sheets.
He sleeps the sleep of the righteously fucked out, unconcerned with anything beyond the bodies of his lovers around him.