Malevolent fic: Some Parker-worship for Croik

This one is croik’s fault again.

Pairing: Peter/Arthur/John

Rating: Explicit

Tags & warnings: nsfw, threesome, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink, fluff

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Arthur and John lie cradled in Parker’s arms, up against his side. Their head is pillowed on his shoulder, their hair tickling against his neck. Bonelessly contented after the very thorough fucking Parker gave them, Arthur snuggles close, humming now and again under his breath while their body cools down.

John, however, is more ambitious, or less satiated. His hand starts at Parker’s jaw and then travels down his throat, exploring his every contour and obsessing over random spots on his skin.

“John likes how you feel,” Arthur says out of the blue. Only it’s not out of the blue, is it? It’s John, explaining what he’s doing. “He wants me to tell you he likes how soft you are under the chin. That your skin is very smooth there.”

Parker forces down the laugh that wants to burble up. He’s not sure how serious John is being just now; he doesn’t want him to feel like he’s being mocked. “Oh, is that what’s going on?” he says instead, straight-faced.

John meets his eyes and squints. He can absolutely see Parker’s amusement. 

He reaches down and tickles Parker’s side.

“What the fuck?” Arthur yelps when Parker jumps and squirms.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Parker pulls him back in—fuck, he loves having a pliant, warm, soft Arthur tucked against him. “John’s just being a brat.”

“What else is new,” Arthur grumbles, but lets himself be gathered back up. There’s something a little grumpy now—sulky, even—in the slight tension of his body as he curls back around Parker that puts a grin on Parker’s face. 

Arthur…adorable? Parker would die before he ever admitted it. Or more accurately, he’d die if he ever did admit it.

John goes back to his explorations. Arthur sighs heavily after a moment. “Only if you don’t disturb him again, John. I’m very comfortable.” He rubs his cheek against Parker’s bare shoulder. “Yes, yes, you’re right, he deserves to know. Parker, John wants you to know how much he likes touching you.”

Parker hates blushing. It makes him feel like a kid. “Is, uh, is that so?”

John’s hand splays across the middle of his chest, fingertips playing through his chest hair. He moves over to spread across one of his pecs, and then squeeze, slowly. Parker’s blush deepens significantly while he tries to decide whether to warn him or just let him keep doing that.

Arthur’s demeanor exudes focused listening. “You’re soft,” he says contemplatively as John’s fingers sink tantalizingly in to dimple his skin. “He likes the way you’re yielding here, only…” 

Parker’s eyes widen at the ceiling as John’s hand shifts down a bit, cupping him, his nipple peeking between those long fingers as he takes a better hold. Digs in till he’s got a grip on the muscle beneath. “Only here, he says, down under it, you get solid.”

Arthur hums, probably because he can definitely register how Parker’s breathing’s begun to pick up.“John? What’re you…?”  He lifts his head a little, not that it can do him any good, but the man’s still got his instincts. 

Those clever long fingers shift so they’ve got Parker’s nipple caught between them, rolling and pinching. “Fffff.” He wants to curse. Should he curse? Does that break the rules?

But he sees the little twitch of Arthur’s lips that signifies either John told him what’s up or he’s figured it out for himself.  “He says…” The little British git’s tone changes, savoring those words, and Parker realizes he’s fucked. Hopefully.  “You’ve gone tense. Hm. I can feel it too.” He wiggles, the little minx. Parker clamps his arm around his waist. “You know, John’s right. You do deserve to know. He says, you’re like a brick wall under cushion when you do that. Strong. John likes how strong you are.”

Parker’s mouth pops open without his even thinking about the words. “He likes how I hold you down?”

Hah! Score one for Yang. Arthur’s cheeks tint a little pinker. “Yes,” he says, though, slowly, his speech halting between phrases. As he speaks, John’s hand works downward, over his ribs and stomach. “Yes, he likes how you hold us down. And how capable you are. How fast you can move, how strong and sturdy. How you can take a hit, and give one. …So violent, John. But I know what he means, Parker,” he adds with a little smile. “It’s…good. To feel you strong and sure. To have you at our back. It feels…secure. That we’re stronger, for having you with us.” He turns his head a little to press a kiss to Parker’s collar bone. “I’ve always felt that, with you.”

Well, that…. What can a man say to something like that without ruining the mood? He clasps Arthur’s body close and, catching John’s hand by the wrist, lifts it so he can press kisses to his palm.

John cradles his face for a moment, before returning to his prowling. He squeezes Parker’s bicep and forearm, tries to wrap his hand around his wrist—can’t quite encircle it completely—and then returns to his torso, where he does his level best to grab Parker’s abs, seeking the shape of the sheet of muscle beneath the padding of Parker’s belly. 

“He says you’re a slab here, Parker.” Arthur reports, and then laughs. “He says it’s his second-favorite part of you.”

Parker waggles his eyebrows at them. “What’s his favorite part?”

Arthur rolls tighter against him so John can reach more easily to take hold of his cock. Parker’s hips jump up as John gives him a stroke and a twist. He whines at the stroke of John’s thumb over his slit, smearing precum over the head of his dick. And then John lets go. 

“Awwww, come—” John cuts off the rest, stuffing his fingers into Parker’s mouth.

“Your mouth is his favorite part,” Arthur says, grinning, and he and John work together to slide on top of Parker and sink down onto his cock. John pushes those fingers of his deeper in to pet at his tongue while Arthur leans forward to kiss his cheek. “Though this one,” he says teasingly with a roll of his hips, “is up there on my list.”