Blaine blinked blearily across the crowded room at Kurt. He had just finished a round with Wes, who had excused himself to the bathroom to clean the come off his face, despite Blaine’s offer to lick it off. Wes was always very particular about cleanliness. Now, with a few minutes to collect himself before going again, Blaine lounged against Nick. The other boy was propped up behind him, bearing both of their weights, and stroking a hand leisurely down Blaine’s side.

Several feet away on an identical bed with gossamer white sheets, Sebastian was pounding hard and fast into Kurt.

His best friend’s hands were tied to opposite ends of the wrought iron headboard, gripping tightly to keep his balance. Sebastian was being relentless, shoving him forward with each thrust so that Kurt had no choice but to take Thad -who was standing at the head of the bed- deep into his throat.

“That’s it,” Sebastian grunted. “Take it! Take it all, you greedy little cockslut!” He slapped Kurt’s ass, obviously not for the first time as the rounded flesh was already pink from abuse, and Kurt moaned loudly around Thad at the pleasurable spark of pain that shot up his spine.

“You like that, don’t you, baby? You like it rough, like taking everything I give you.” Kurt moaned out an affirmative, pushing back on the next stroke against his prostate. “Good, ‘cause here’s some more.”

Sebastian angled up, gripping Kurt’s hips harshly in his hands and dragging him higher, then started up a faster, more punishing rhythm. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Sebastian panted. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed in bliss, his hips stuttering so quickly he was barely pulling out an inch before driving back into Kurt. “Ungh- you’re so open for me, just waiting for me to drill you into the mattress. Is this what you wanted? To be filled to the brim with cock, like a good little whore?”

It was a rhetorical question. Sebastian knew without looking that Kurt couldn’t answer him even if he wanted to. The new angle and rhythm pushed his friend to the hilt on Thad’s cock without any room to pull back. Just the thought of the brunet being forced to swallow around the intrusion in his mouth and breathe through his nose made Sebastian’s hips jerk out of control.

“Mmm- fuck!” He screamed as he came deep in his friend’s ass. He held Kurt firmly to him, surely leaving finger-shaped bruises on his skin, as he road out his orgasm. When the other boy mewled beneath him, he knew Thad had finished as well and had freed up his mouth, which meant that Kurt was the only one left unfulfilled.

He finally opened his eyes and glanced down at the debauched boy beneath him. His wrists were an angry red where he’d pulled against the silk Dalton ties restraining him. He was still wearing his starched white shirt, but it was floating loosely around him and Sebastian knew there were claw marks down his chest from earlier. His back was arched beautifully up at him, his bright red ass constricting around his softening cock. Sebastian pulled out when he became too sensitive and leaned forward to untie his friend.

Kurt was still keening beneath him, but now his hips began to thrust forward of their own accord as well. The younger boy was panting, spit and come dribbling out the side of his mouth, but he was past caring how wrecked he may have looked. “Please,” he begged in a tattered voice. Sebastian’s dick twitched at the sound and he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to get hard again if Kurt kept begging.

Instead he eased the boy down onto the mattress, lying him on his back and signaling to Thad to tend to him. He was always better at the aftercare anyway.

Thad nodded, kissing Sebastian sweetly, before leaning down to nuzzle against the side of Kurt’s neck.

Kurt arched up. “Please, Thad, please.”

“Shh,” The dark-haired boy soothed. He pressed a wet kiss to Kurt’s jaw and then slipped down his writhing body to undo the cock ring keeping him prisoner. Kurt had worn it like a champ for three rounds -he was the best of all of them at being able to withstand orgasm denial- so, shortly after Thad removed the constricting device, with just one warm stroke of his engorged, leaking cock, he came with a shout across his stomach and the sheets around him.

Sebastian rearranged them so he was seated against the iron headboard and Kurt’s torso was splayed out in his lap. “You were such a good boy, such a good little slut.”

Kurt gazed up at him weakly, but his lips quirked into a small smile. After a minute of letting his brain come back online, he looked down at Thad who was tenderly cleaning the come off his stomach. “I think I’ll take that juice now,” he rasped. Thad looked up with an eager smile.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” The smaller boy quickly bounded off the bed, nearly running into a guest in his haste to get to the back room where all of their supplies were hidden away.

Kurt spent the time while he waited for the boy to return reacquainting himself with their surroundings.

The first thing he noticed was the couple furiously making out on the couch nearby. Kurt allowed himself a self-satisfied grin, knowing that his performance most-likely led to their passion. There were several more couples spread around either on plush chairs or cushions on the floor. Plenty of others were still dancing uninhibited in the large open space in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Kurt could feel the deep base of the music thrumming up through the bed.

There were discarded martini glasses on black oak side tables and dramatic, thin white curtains blowing faintly in the wind from the open patio door. Everything was monochromatic and sleek and modern and arranged around the two focal points of the queen-sized beds placed on either end of the expansive living room. The bar was still fueling people with alcohol and tiny, perfectly crafted hors d’oeuvres. Kurt had had a few earlier and they were delectable. 

It was swanky and posh and expensive and every other word that meant “rich bachelor who likes to show off his pretty things.” Kurt had been impressed at the design scheme when they first showed up a few hours ago, but was even more entranced now that the sun had set and tiny white lights had ignited around the place adding an almost ethereal-like glow to everything.

There were at least a hundred guests milling about, but after his initial sweep, Kurt’s eyes were immediately drawn past them to Blaine. When their gazes locked, the other boy dipped his head with a sultry smile. It was a look of promise and Kurt felt his cock twitch in anticipation.

They were due to rotate soon and Kurt couldn’t wait to join his best friend. He’d been bottoming all night and he was eager to top. He didn’t mind either way, really, they were trained to do both at school and even though Kurt wasn’t slatted to start taking bottoming contracts for a few more months, it was different when it was The Warblers. They had all gone every which way with each other at this point, either as practical learning demonstrations in class or during study session or even just because they were curious. They might have strict rules when they were sent out on assignment, but they didn’t have to follow those rules with each other.

And what an assignment this was. It was almost unheard of to do a full-day engagement unless it was a student’s final test for graduation. But the client had wanted underclassman, Warblers to be exact, ever since he’d seen them perform at Regionals. He’d been immediately taken with their stage presence and knew they’d be a perfect centerpieces to his 30th birthday party. 

He hadn’t given them many rules. The boys were told to do whatever they wanted as long as it was sexual and provocative in nature and didn’t cross any of their own hard limits. They could be as dirty or as vanilla as they wanted to be. They just had to constantly be doing something for the full six hours.

“I want you boys to pace yourselves,” Director Marshall had said to them before sending them out. “This is an advanced assignment, quite a bit longer and more intense than you’ve ever done. That’s why Mr. Walden will be with you the entire time. He’ll be evaluating your performance, but mostly be keeping an eye on your physical and mental health. If you need supplements, he’ll also have a liquid aphrodisiac on hand.”

The guests weren’t allowed to touch. Director Marshall had assured them of that. The Warblers were meant as entertainment, a live art piece for the many guests to enjoy visually, but not physically.

And now there were two hours left and after Thad returned with his supplement, Kurt would be ready to finish out the night with Blaine and Wes.

“How are you feeling?” Sebastian asked from above him.

Kurt rolled his head so he could look up at his fellow Warbler. “Tired. Boneless. Like I’ve never had so much sex in my life.”

“Are you sore? Do you need me to carry you over to the other bed?”

Kurt squinted his eyes curiously. It was rare for Sebastian to be so sweet, especially after a rough scene. And especially when Kurt could feel him hard beneath his back. “I’m a bit sore, but it’s the good kind. You seem ready to go again, though.”

“Yeah, well, I started on the aphrodisiac the second we got here. Come on, up you get.” He pulled on Kurt’s arms and helped him to sit up, smirking when he winced from the pressure on his ass. He guided the younger boy’s arms around his neck and slipped off the bed first before hoisting Kurt into his arms.

Kurt leaned his head gratefully on Sebastian’s shoulder, enjoying the ride, and placed a few kisses to his sweaty chest. When they arrived at the other bed, Kurt reached down to Blaine with one hand and linked their fingers before Sebastian lowered him down into his best friend’s embrace.

Just as Kurt was settling, the bed shifted abruptly beneath him. He looked up in time to see Nick jump playfully at Sebastian, who caught him in surprise. “Come on, tiger, it’s our turn.” He leaned forward to bite at Sebastian’s earlobe and wrapped his legs tightly around the taller boy’s waist.

Sebastian barked out a laugh and made his way quickly back through the crowd where Thad was waiting for them. Kurt was about to complain about not getting his liquid refreshment when Wes appeared in front of him with a vial in his hand. “Looking for something?”

“Thank god, you’re a life saver.” He got up on his knees to down the drug in one gulp. Immediately he could feel it burn down his throat like whiskey. It lit him up from the inside out until he felt fully recharged and ready to take on the world.

Wes captured his bright smile with an exuberant kiss. Kurt moaned into it, having gone from sated to on fire in seconds. He let their tongues tangle and wrapped his arms around Wes’s naturally tanned shoulders to pull their bodies up against each other.

He wasn’t able to get too lost in the sensations though, because there was a second tongue trailing up his spine and sending tendrils of pleasure along every nerve ending it touched. Kurt arched, almost involuntarily, which brought him up harder into Wes’s kiss.

And then Blaine was there fully, running his hands up Kurt’s thighs as he was wont to do and pressing his chest up against him from behind so that Kurt was the middle of a Warbler sandwich. Wes rocked them together. His length rubbed along Kurt’s, the heads catching and making both boys groan into each other’s mouths. Blaine’s hard-on slipped in between the globes of Kurt’s ass as he started to follow their rhythm. It was still slick with lube and gaping open from being fucked mercilessly by Sebastian and the head of Blaine’s cock accidentally entered Kurt on their next stroke.

Kurt inhaled sharply at the feel of Blaine right there and pulled back from Wes to catch his breath. He nearly whimpered when Blaine pulled out so he could remain intergluteal instead of penetrative. He was still so very sensitive. The aphrodisiac had helped to bring back his erection, but it did nothing to ease the soreness he felt elsewhere.

Blaine shortened his thrusts to avoid pushing in again, as if knowing it would be too much for his friend. He ran his hands down Kurt’s back to massage the lingering sting from his backside and then just let Wes guide them all together into a gentle climax.

He eased himself back onto the mattress afterward, pulling Kurt with him and letting Wes curl into his side. He stared up into the stormy blue of his best friend’s eyes, almost permanently dilated now that he was under the influence, and allowed himself a brief moment of quiet doing nothing more than stroking the strong edge of Kurt’s porcelain jaw. “Hey,” he breathed softly.

“Hey,” Kurt whispered back. He leaned down for a slow, lingering kiss. “We’ve got time for one more round. Wanna take it slow?”

“Mmmm.” They kissed again, their lips opening against each other for a deeper exploration. Wes joined them then and inched his head down to lav at one of Blaine’s nipples. The curly-haired boy gasped, his hips snapping up into Kurt’s until the brunet straddled him and pressed him back down into the mattress.

“I said slow,” Kurt reprimanded. He slapped Blaine’s hip playfully and ordered him to lift up so he could place a pillow underneath him. He pulled away from another long kiss to reposition himself between Blaine’s spread open legs. He was surprised to find something in his way, though, when he reached down to press a finger in Blaine’s hole. His friend was already filled with a rather large butt plug, and Kurt had to resist licking his lips at the way Blaine was clenching around it.

“Courtesy of Nick,” Wes explained as he continued to slither down Blaine’s chest with teeth and tongue.

Kurt grinned impishly. “I knew I liked that boy for a reason.” He gripped the end of the plug and slowly slid it out of his friend. It made a lewd popping noise once it was finally removed and Kurt immediately replaced it with two of his fingers before Blaine had a chance to do more than whine. His fingers slid in effortlessly, but he scissored them experimentally anyway.

Blaine bucked beneath him, his legs slipping even further apart. “Please Kurt, just fuck me already,” he groaned impatiently.

“Your wish is my command.”

Kurt positioned himself and pushed in very gradually past the tight ring of muscle. He didn’t have to take his time, he could have drilled into him in one quick stroke considering how large the plug was that Nick had used, but he’d been going fast and dirty all night and felt like easing them into the grand finale.

So he pushed in inch by inch and pressed kisses to the side of Blaine’s chest that Wes couldn’t reach. When he was in up to the hilt, he stayed there and sucked a pattern along Blaine’s neck with his mouth, only starting to move again when his friend tilted his head back and let out a keening wail. Even then, he set up a rhythm of long, sure thrusts that set a slow burn low in his belly.

It was gentle and easy, like a cool breeze after a hot summer day, and brought all their pulses down from frantic highs to deep lows.

Blaine arched up for another kiss and bit Kurt’s lower lip when the boy shifted his hips and finally brushed against his prostate. “Yes, right there.” His voice was light and airy like the rest of him and Kurt caught it on an exhale when he surged forward to seal their mouths together again.

And he did hit that spot again, and again, and again, until Blaine was shaking beneath him and trying to fight his slow pace as he thrust up into Wes’s fist. But Wes was keeping pace with Kurt, both with his nimble fingers around Blaine’s cock and with his own erection as he humped against Blaine’s right thigh.

They were in sync, just as they always were when they shuffle-stepped along with their latest pop cover, and unsurprisingly they all reached their end together as well. It was almost impossible to avoid, not that they wanted to, but the second Blaine stuttered into Wes’s hand, he clenched hard around Kurt who came just as Wes pressed one last time against Blaine’s thigh with a throaty groan.

The three boys collapsed in a tangled heap, none too concerned if they looked sexy enough in their post orgasmic haze to be entertaining centerpieces anymore. At this point half the party-goers were either passed out or too drunk to notice anyway.

The music had died down to easy listening and the loud chatter had turned into quiet murmuring. Kurt wasn’t sure if they were supposed to wait for their client to official release them for the night, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. Mr. Walden would come get them when it was time to leave.

For now he just wanted to stay where he was, cuddled on Blaine’s left side, Wes on his right, their legs intertwined and his palm pressed against his best friend’s heart. He nudged the other boy’s chin with his nose and smiled when Blaine responded by tightening his grip around his shoulders.

Best. Assignment. Ever.