A Night with Victor

Thanks for stopping by! Tabitha and Asher are at it again! This time around Asher gets a little sassy and Tabitha's longtime friend Victor joins them for the fun! Hope you enjoy! This story contains some male bisexual content, male submission and very, very light BDSM. If that's not your jam give this one a skip. All characters are mine and over 18 years old.

Victor had known about the butt plug. Asher's brightly flushed face had given him away almost immediately. He and Tabitha had been friends for such a long time. They had both been born and raised in Seattle, met in high school and remained friends through many ups and downs. They had even tried to date for a hot minute. They were close so he knew what Tabitha got up to in her spare time.

Victor understood instantly exactly why Tabitha liked Asher. He was so pretty, and he must be a very good boy if she was bringing him out to meet everyone. Victor had watched Asher nibble on his dinner, eating very light, sipping water, not the Sake that everyone else indulged in. He knew what game Tabitha was playing with him. He, himself, had been a participant once or twice. A little thrill of arousal had wound through his stomach when he realized what they were playing that night.

When he got home after dinner Victor tried to focus on creating a simple character for Asher to play in their D&D session on Thursday. But as he sat at his desk, he found his mind drifting back to what Asher and Tabitha were likely doing. He dragged his mind back to the character sheet in front of him. He wanted the elven prince he was drafting to be cute, sweet, fucking adorable, just like Asher. As his mind wandered once again to things other than hit points and attack bonuses Victor found his cock going rigid in his pajama pants.

He leaned back, stretching his arms over head momentarily. He quickly pulled his cock out and spat into his hand. His eyes slid closed as he thought of Asher's flushed face, the way he sputtered over his words, turning pleading eyes to Tabitha. His heart rate increased as he thought of the two of them again.

"Hmmm," Victor groaned.

His hand worked up and down his hard dick slickly, twisting in circles around the head. He bit his lip as his hips bucked forward.

"Ah, yeah," he groaned.

He focused his reeling mind on an image of Tabitha's car. He had walked past it that night on his way to his own. The windows were tinted and steamed. He wondered what they had been doing in there and he made up several scenarios that his mind flashed through as he worked his cock. Victor grunted as a tingling began in his balls.

He slouched low in his chair pushing his shirt up as he neared release. His mouth fell open with a loud gasp as his cock exploded, sending streaks of cum up his stomach. He let out a little moan as he pulsed in his hand, stroking slowly, fingertips dancing over the sensitive glans.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

He really hoped Asher would be open to playing with him like he did Tabitha. Victor leaned back, allowing his breathing to slow as he glanced once more at the character he had been drafting.

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"Goddamn, a natural 1," Asher moaned.

Victor grimaced behind his DM screen.

"Really?" he asked, sympathy in his eyes.

Asher swallowed a swig of his beer and shoved a salty chip into his mouth with a scowl. He nodded, his dark brown eyes narrowing with irritation. He had been rolling so very shitty since they started. It was getting to the point that everyone around the table was crossing their fingers any time he touched his D20.

"Really," he said shortly.

Victor sighed and rolled his monster's reaction. He put his forehead in his hands after it landed on a 20.

"Fuck," he muttered. His hand dragged over his jet-black hair. "Uhm, crit."

Asher's eyes widened. He sucked another long pull on his beer draining the can. Tabitha stood and went to the fridge, retrieving another beer from a six pack. She hoped it might numb the rough game play. She rubbed his arm briefly as he stood to toss his empty can into a nearby recycling bin.

"Well obviously that hits," Asher said as he plopped back in his chair and popped open the can.

"OK, so you take..." Victor ran the calculations in his head quickly double-checking, hoping he was wrong. It was going to kill Asher's character. "10 damage..."

"And I'm unconscious," Asher said.

He glared down at his dice. He'd picked them up from a game store near Tabitha's house a couple of days before. The iridescent colors made him happy and stood out from the others. Maybe he should have grabbed the onyx ones that had caught his eye a second later.

He'd tried all the dice a little the night before the session and the D20 had rolled amazing, bringing up 15's and 20's several times. He had smiled thinking he'd chosen well. But it had been all low rolls tonight with way too many 1's.

"That's OK, you've got some death saves," Victor said trying to bring up his mood.

"Let me see if I have any healing spells left," Samantha said, scrolling through her character sheet app.

"I think you used them all on me earlier," Asher said. "We haven't had a chance for even a short rest yet, so..."

Asher sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He grabbed the fresh beer Tabitha had put in front of him and took a big drink.

"Sorry Ash," Denise said. "I'm sure you'll be fine. We can fix you after this fight."

The battle raged on. Asher failed all three of his death saves so, his elegant elf prince died in a dungeon. By the end he could only laugh; his first time playing since high school and he failed so spectacularly.

Victor told him he could keep commenting on the game as a ghost and had Samantha do a perception roll to see if she could hear him. Her dice were much kinder to her than Asher's had been to him, so he was able to keep playing in a sense. They finished about an hour later and Asher had sucked down three more beers, ignoring the water Tabitha kept inching towards him.

His head was more than a little buzzy by the time the session wrapped up. Denise and Samantha left hand in hand telling him they hoped to see him next time.

"Maybe I won't die!" he said brightly, a little drunkenly.

The two women laughed and bid everyone goodnight slipping out the front door. Victor came back to the kitchen table and started to put away his gaming accoutrements.

"Sorry about that Ash," Victor said with a little grimace.

"Eehh, it's fine. It's these fucking dice I think," he said with a wave of his hand, knocking the D12 to the ground.

"I feel like you'll never play with us again," Victor replied with a laugh as he bent to retrieve Asher's fallen die.

"Maybe it was because you were playing a temporary character that you didn't create. Making your own character is part of the whole thing," Tabitha said, dropping her dice into a little velvet drawstring bag.

Asher shrugged and tipped back his fifth beer can trying for the last drops.

"Maybe," he said, stifling a burp.

"Ash, drink some water," Tabitha said.

"I don't want water," he said petulantly. Asher stood and walked to the fridge in search of more beers he knew weren't there. He spied a bottle of tequila on Victor's counter and his face brightened. "Should we do shots?!"

Tabitha blew out a breath and exchanged a look with Victor. They walked towards where Asher was cradling the half full tequila bottle in his hands. He held it up as they approached.

"Hmmm, no I don't think that's a good idea Ash," Victor said as he eased the bottle from his grip.

"Aww, why not?" Asher groused.

"Ash, it's Thursday," Tabitha said. "Don't you have to work tomorrow?"

Asher waved a hand and made a psshing noise with his mouth.

"It's fine, I have a ton sick time I haven't used," he said.

"If we take shots, you'll definitely use it tomorrow, for actual sick time," Victor said.

He leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. Tabitha glanced at Victor with a raise of her eyebrows, questioning with a glint in her eyes he had seen numerous times before. Victor smirked at her expression and waved a hand.

"Ash, what if we played another game. Something that might make you feel better?" Tabitha purred.

"Like what?" Asher scoffed, crossing his arms and furrowing his brow.

"Hmm, I don't know if you can play what I had in mind. You seem a little grumpy pretty boy," Tabitha said.

Asher's face flushed as he began to understand what Tabitha was suggesting. He glanced between Victor and Tabitha. His arms tightened across his chest. He had decided that he did want to play with Victor and Tabitha and had shared that with her a few days ago. But he didn't want his first experience with Victor to be while he was drunk.

Asher wanted to remember every detail and he knew his memory would be too wobbly tonight. He wasn't blacking out, but the memories would be fuzzy and soft instead of sharp and crisp like the bite of his choke chain. He suddenly regretted the five strong beers he'd drank.

"I...I am grumpy," Asher said. "I can't be a good boy tonight."

"Oh, Ash," Victor said dropping his arms and approaching him. He put one around Asher's waist, pushing a lock of hair out of his eyes. "I'm sorry my monsters killed you."

Asher's face flushed as Victor pressed their sides together. He tried to keep the annoyed, petulant look on his face. He tried to keep his arms tight over his chest, but with Victor this close, his dark eyes piercing, glittering flirtatiously, his black hair flopping adorably forward, they seemed to wrap his shoulders of their own accord.

"It was a rough session," Asher admitted, cuddling closer to Victor.

"Victor," Tabitha said. She leaned one arm casually against the countertop, watching the two men. "Maybe you should make it up to Ash. Would you like that pretty boy?"

"I...I don't like to do things when I...I mean, I'm drunk Tabitha, I want to remember things," Asher said.

Tabitha nodded as Victor squeezed Asher reassuringly. Asher rested his head on Victor's shoulder. They looked good together, their arms wrapped around each other's bodies. Tabitha's face flushed and a knot of arousal twisted through her down to her pussy.

"We can keep it tame tonight, Ash," Victor promised. His hand went to his neck and stroked down over his shoulder. "But if you really don't want to, that's OK too. We can watch a movie."

Tabitha nodded slowly.

"Exactly, just a little comfort Ash. Only if you want," Tabitha agreed.

Asher nuzzled closer to Victor, experimentally pressing their bodies together. Victor was slightly taller than Asher making his shoulder the perfect height for warmth and comfort. Asher pulled his arms down Victor's chest and circled his torso with a sigh of contentment.

"That sounds nice," Asher said, the grouchiness draining from his tone as Victor's hand stroked slowly back up his arm to his neck.

He cupped Asher's face and tipped it up. Smiling, he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss on Asher's lips. He had never kissed a man before and found it was more pleasant than he'd expected. He wasn't sure if it was his buzzy brain, feeling extra needy because he was disappointed with his game play that evening or if he was legitimately enjoying it. For now, he allowed those thoughts to dissolve as quickly as they materialized and let himself enjoy being kissed.

Victor pressed his lips lightly to Asher's again before the shorter man pressed closer to him, tightening his arms. He pushed up on his toes to kiss Victor more firmly. He could feel him grin against his lips as Asher pressed forward, his lips slightly open. His cheeks heated and he knew they were flushed. He moved himself from Victor's side, sliding to the front, so they were chest to chest. Asher's arms circled Victor's neck holding him close.

Victor leaned forward a little, parting his lips and swiping the tip of his tongue along Asher's lips. He opened his mouth allowing Victor's tongue entry. It was warm and tasted vaguely minty.

Asher's tongue roamed forward into Victor's mouth, swiping his teeth, twining together with Victor's. He found the source of the minty taste in the form of a piece of gum he had popped at some point in the last thirty minutes.

Asher knew he probably tasted like a hoppy IPA, so he wrapped his tongue around the gum and brought it to his own mouth. He pulled back from the kiss and smiled up at Victor, chewing obviously. Victor grinned and ran his thumb over Asher's jaw.

"You stole my gum," Victor said.

"I thought I could use it more than you," Asher said.

The disappointing game play and the strong beers had made him feel a little sassy. He stuck out his chin and popped the gum loudly. He grinned up at Victor as if in challenge.

"Hmmm," Tabitha purred from her place at the counter.

She had never seen Asher act this way before. In general, brats weren't her thing; they leaned more annoying for her rather than toward turn on, but she waited to see what Victor would do. She knew he had some different preferences from hers.

He smiled down wickedly at Asher and there was something in the smile that sent a coil of excited alarm through him. He grabbed Asher's chin roughly, still smiling, he brought his face closer.

"You could have asked for your own," Victor said slowly.

Asher's face flushed, but he scoffed again, shook his chin free of Victor's grip and planted his hands on his hips.

"Whatever," he said shortly.

Victor's grin spread wider; he loved a brat, and Asher was so cute when he tried at sass. He leaned close to Asher's ear, his breath wafting hotly over his skin.

"You had better be careful, Ash. I was told you're a good boy," Victor said.

Asher sneered.

"Maybe you were told wrong," Asher said popping the gum again.

He held Victor's intense eye contact, scowling at him. Victor's fingers slid to Asher's neck, and he squeezed the sides firmly.

"You can keep the gum, but maybe watch the attitude," Victor said.

"Or what?" Asher challenged, his neck and cheeks flushed red.

Victor closed his eyes with a smirk as his cock swelled in his pants. He glanced at Tabitha whose eyebrows had risen up her forehead, staring at the exchange in front of her.

The change in Asher was a tad jarring, but as long as she didn't have to deal with his attitude, she found she didn't mind watching the exchange. In fact, wave after wave of warmth burst inside her, flooding through her pussy as she watched Asher challenge and Victor's calm control.

"Oh, you sweet bratty boy, I'll have to show you another time. You want those memories sharp... strong, don't you?" Victor said and tightened his grip slightly, his other hand brushed over Asher's face.

Asher gasped in a breath. The edges of his vision went slightly soft, and his cock grew hard in his pants. He groaned and pressed himself to Victor, who scoffed and pushed Asher off him.

"Come with me," he said loosening his grip a bit, pushing off the counter.

He pecked a little kiss to Asher's lips, released his neck and led the way to the couch. Asher glanced at Tabitha as he went by her. She grinned at him and crossed her arms under her breasts.

"Bratty huh?" Tabitha said. Asher averted his gaze. "It's OK Ash. You do you. I'm just glad you weren't drunk the first time we met."

Asher plopped onto the couch next to Victor and crossed his arms tightly slouching deep into the sofa. Tabitha settled next to Asher.

"Alright, come on," Victor said. "We can forget about the gum issue. Can you be nice Ash?"

Asher huffed out a breath, his head still buzzing and fuzzy with the beers he'd drunk.

"Yeah," he said shortly, the gum popping between his teeth.

"Doesn't sound like it," Victor grumbled.

He put a finger under Asher's chin and tipped his head up. Asher chomped on the gum hard, releasing a burst of minty flavor over his tongue before Victor pressed their lips together. He thrust his tongue roughly forward into Asher's mouth again. His arms dropped into his lap, gradually making their way to Victor's shoulders again.

They kissed slowly but roughly, passing the gum between them, their tongues exploring and delving deep. Asher's breathing started to become quick, sucking in short breaths each time Victor pulled away for a moment. A moan worked up his throat as Victor's fingers raked through his hair. Tabitha rubbed her hand over Asher's thigh slowly, watching the two men kissing, relishing the warmth that was building up low in her stomach. Victor pulled away slowly his gum restored to his mouth and turned Asher's head towards Tabitha.

"Kiss Tabitha for a while," Victor said as he took the now flavorless gum from his mouth and wrapped it in a tissue.

"OK," Asher said.

Tabitha smiled at him and wound her fingers into his hair, her nails scratching lightly along his scalp.

"Aahh, Tabitha," Asher groaned at her touch.

She bit her lip momentarily and then put her mouth over his, her tongue plunging deep on the first press of their mouths. Asher whimpered into her mouth, the softness of her soothing after the scruff of Victor's whiskers. His tongue twisted around hers and she sucked enthusiastically on it. His cock went harder in his pants and began to drip.

"Can I touch you, Tabitha? Please?" he asked through a moan.

"There's that good boy," Tabitha said with a grin. "Just over the clothes tonight, Ash," Tabitha purred into his ear.

Asher grunted in confirmation and pushed his mouth on hers again. His hand dragged over her breasts; he rubbed a thumb over one nipple bringing it to a point. He felt Victor's hands on his back, rubbing over and over his shirt, fingertips grazing along the waistband of his jeans. Asher suddenly wished his clothes were stripped off and on the floor so he could feel Victor's skin on his. His cock throbbed out precum.

"Ughnn," Asher moaned as he pulled away from Tabitha's kissing for a moment.

"Lie back," Victor commanded.

Asher leaned back into the couch. Victor curled a finger at Tabitha who smiled. They kissed very briefly in front of Asher who watched with hazy, lustful interest.

"You're both so...hot," he mumbled.

His pants were hugely tented, his cock straining against his wetly spotted jeans. Victor's jeans matched Asher's and if they had been able to catch a glimpse of Tabitha's underwear, they would have seen the moisture that was beginning to seep through the fabric.

Victor brought his mouth to Asher's neck, dragging his tongue over the skin. He sucked lightly so he wouldn't leave a mark and bit a little at his earlobe. Tabitha ran her tongue over the grooves of Asher's opposite ear, her fingertips working over one of his nipples, pinching and twisting it.

Asher moaned and his head fell back. His hands rubbed roughly over the thighs of his jeans moving the fabric of his underwear over his dripping cock. Tabitha licked wetly up his neck, her fingers pinching hard at his nipple. Victor bit the crook of his neck, leaving toothy indents, that he ran his tongue over.

Tabitha's hand, not occupied with Asher's nipple slid between her legs, rubbing her clit over the fabric of her leggings. She moaned at the touch and breathed heavily against Asher's neck.

"You can touch yourself Ash," Victor groaned as his own hand stroked over his cock. "Over your clothes."

Asher whimpered as he dragged his hand over tip of his hard cock. His knees spread a bit as his hand worked over the hard lump in his pants.

"Ohh, ah fuck," he groaned.

"Is he noisy?" Victor asked Tabitha breathlessly as he tugged on his cock.

"Oh yes, he can be," Tabitha panted back, her fingers working quick circles over her leggings that had begun to show the moisture from her sopping wet pussy.

"Make yourself cum, Ash," Victor grumbled into his ear.

He bit his earlobe again, sucking it briefly into his mouth before he trailed back to his neck, sucking and biting and kissing. Tabitha moaned close to his ear.