It had started off innocent enough, he'd thought: Munro had been grateful for Mac's help, and after a long morning manning the pumps, what better way to spend the afternoon than with the rare luxury of a nice hot bath? The wooden tub they'd chosen to occupy was a tad small for the two of them, but he found he didn't mind the closeness. It was nice, felt good; felt even better with Munro's hands rubbing into his arms, his sides, lathering soap onto him, helping him get clean.
That was, until a whistle from the deck below cut through the warmth of it, a sharp reminder that they were not, in fact, in private. Mac, panicking, hadn't heard what the man had said, but it mustn't have been polite, for Munro fired back: "Jealous, are you? Wee lad's exhausted himself in my service. He deserves a reward." Munro dragged his hands up Mac's chest, toying at his nipples with rough fingers. Mac whimpered, his face flushing even redder than it already had been between the brisk air and the hot water.
"Hush now, Mac," Munro whispered, lips close enough to graze the shell of Mac's ear, sending a shiver through him. "What a joy it must be for them," Munro whispered into Mac's ear, "havin' the privilege to see you in such a state."
Mac turned his head, trying to bury it, hide his face in the crook of Munro's neck. This thrust his chest out further, though, to Munro's delight. The engineer chuckled, now pawing at him in earnest, groping at the scant but soft flesh over his pectoral muscles. Mac whined, and Munro, with a hearty laugh, called out to the other man - whom? - still watching from the deck. "Sweet little tits on this one. Sensitive."
"Oh, aye," the man called back. Mackay? "I'll have a turn when you're done."
"Don't know I'll ever be done," Munro replied. "He makes such pretty noises." He pinched Mac's nipples as if to punctuate his sentence, eliciting a yelp. The men laughed, and a curious warmth surged through Mac. As humiliating as the situation was, there was also something... comforting about it. He liked being held like this, liked being appreciated, rewarded for his hard work. Liked being shown off. He should have been repulsed by the thought of the doctor seeing him like this, but the weight of the man's gaze only made him feel more snug under the warm water, in the engineer's strong grip. Mac arched his back, desperate for more contact, trying to rut his now-peaked nipples against the engineer's callused palms.
Munro grabbed at him roughly, laughing. "More," Mac whined, nuzzling into Munro's neck. "Please, more."
"Come now," Munro said, rolling each of his nipples between thumb and forefinger. "I think you can finish just like this."
"Can't," Mac panted, "I need - "
"Shall I get the others to come suck them, then? You'd like that, wouldn't you? The doc on one, Sandy on the other?"
"Christ," muttered another voice, confirming for Mac that Anderson was watching, too. How many were there?
Mac groaned. He could feel his cock twitching, untouched, just below the water's surface. His nipples were nearly rubbed raw now, stinging from Munro's ministrations even as he continued pinching and tugging at them. Mac's breathing grew ragged. Maybe Munro was right, maybe he could finish like this. He'd like to, he thought. He'd like to come like this, to be good for Munro and the others. He opened his mouth, tried to tell Munro he was close, but nothing coherent would come out. "Go on, then," the engineer encouraged. "Beg for it. Show them how pretty you can beg."
"P-please," Mac started, trying to speak between desperate, reflexive gasps. "S-suck me. My - my tits." The word felt wrong, but it chafed on him the same way Munro's fingers did, only making him more sensitive, more inflamed. "Suck my - tits," he finally choked out. "Please."
When had they - ? It didn't matter, didn't matter when Mackay and Anderson had approached, didn't matter where he was or who else might be watching. The size of Mac's world had shrunk, now encompassing just the engineer's embrace, the warmth of the bathwater, and the two hot mouths now sucking and biting at his chest. He was distantly aware that he was making noise, enough of it that Munro, hands finally free to roam now that Mac's tits were blessedly taken care of, grabbed Mac by the hair and kissed him deeply, quieting him.
Munro's tongue pressing insistently into his mouth finally pushed Mac over the edge, spilling out into the water while Sandy and Mackay kept sucking him. He lay there for some time like this, content to let the others use him as they pleased: Munro's hard prick between his thighs; Mackay's in his mouth, followed by Sandy's. They said such lovely things to him, stroking his hair, calling him good and sweet and pretty while they took their pleasure.
Afterwards, the three of them helped a dazed and well-used Mac out of the tub, drying him off and wrapping him in a towel, the rough fabric of which made him gasp when it brushed against his swollen, abused nipples. He'd made for his clothes, but Munro had already scooped them up and was holding them out of reach. "Not just yet, now," said Munro, winking. "I think these could do with a wash, don't you?"
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extremely anonymous author's note: i thiunk i hauve pemmican-induced kidney failure. also this got more... tit-focused? than i expected it to. oops. hope you enjoy.
FILL: untitled horny bathtub fic, mckinlay/munro/mackay/anderson, E
That was, until a whistle from the deck below cut through the warmth of it, a sharp reminder that they were not, in fact, in private. Mac, panicking, hadn't heard what the man had said, but it mustn't have been polite, for Munro fired back: "Jealous, are you? Wee lad's exhausted himself in my service. He deserves a reward." Munro dragged his hands up Mac's chest, toying at his nipples with rough fingers. Mac whimpered, his face flushing even redder than it already had been between the brisk air and the hot water.
"Hush now, Mac," Munro whispered, lips close enough to graze the shell of Mac's ear, sending a shiver through him. "What a joy it must be for them," Munro whispered into Mac's ear, "havin' the privilege to see you in such a state."
Mac turned his head, trying to bury it, hide his face in the crook of Munro's neck. This thrust his chest out further, though, to Munro's delight. The engineer chuckled, now pawing at him in earnest, groping at the scant but soft flesh over his pectoral muscles. Mac whined, and Munro, with a hearty laugh, called out to the other man - whom? - still watching from the deck. "Sweet little tits on this one. Sensitive."
"Oh, aye," the man called back. Mackay? "I'll have a turn when you're done."
"Don't know I'll ever be done," Munro replied. "He makes such pretty noises." He pinched Mac's nipples as if to punctuate his sentence, eliciting a yelp. The men laughed, and a curious warmth surged through Mac. As humiliating as the situation was, there was also something... comforting about it. He liked being held like this, liked being appreciated, rewarded for his hard work. Liked being shown off. He should have been repulsed by the thought of the doctor seeing him like this, but the weight of the man's gaze only made him feel more snug under the warm water, in the engineer's strong grip. Mac arched his back, desperate for more contact, trying to rut his now-peaked nipples against the engineer's callused palms.
Munro grabbed at him roughly, laughing. "More," Mac whined, nuzzling into Munro's neck. "Please, more."
"Come now," Munro said, rolling each of his nipples between thumb and forefinger. "I think you can finish just like this."
"Can't," Mac panted, "I need - "
"Shall I get the others to come suck them, then? You'd like that, wouldn't you? The doc on one, Sandy on the other?"
"Christ," muttered another voice, confirming for Mac that Anderson was watching, too. How many were there?
Mac groaned. He could feel his cock twitching, untouched, just below the water's surface. His nipples were nearly rubbed raw now, stinging from Munro's ministrations even as he continued pinching and tugging at them. Mac's breathing grew ragged. Maybe Munro was right, maybe he could finish like this. He'd like to, he thought. He'd like to come like this, to be good for Munro and the others. He opened his mouth, tried to tell Munro he was close, but nothing coherent would come out. "Go on, then," the engineer encouraged. "Beg for it. Show them how pretty you can beg."
"P-please," Mac started, trying to speak between desperate, reflexive gasps. "S-suck me. My - my tits." The word felt wrong, but it chafed on him the same way Munro's fingers did, only making him more sensitive, more inflamed. "Suck my - tits," he finally choked out. "Please."
When had they - ? It didn't matter, didn't matter when Mackay and Anderson had approached, didn't matter where he was or who else might be watching. The size of Mac's world had shrunk, now encompassing just the engineer's embrace, the warmth of the bathwater, and the two hot mouths now sucking and biting at his chest. He was distantly aware that he was making noise, enough of it that Munro, hands finally free to roam now that Mac's tits were blessedly taken care of, grabbed Mac by the hair and kissed him deeply, quieting him.
Munro's tongue pressing insistently into his mouth finally pushed Mac over the edge, spilling out into the water while Sandy and Mackay kept sucking him. He lay there for some time like this, content to let the others use him as they pleased: Munro's hard prick between his thighs; Mackay's in his mouth, followed by Sandy's. They said such lovely things to him, stroking his hair, calling him good and sweet and pretty while they took their pleasure.
Afterwards, the three of them helped a dazed and well-used Mac out of the tub, drying him off and wrapping him in a towel, the rough fabric of which made him gasp when it brushed against his swollen, abused nipples. He'd made for his clothes, but Munro had already scooped them up and was holding them out of reach. "Not just yet, now," said Munro, winking. "I think these could do with a wash, don't you?"
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extremely anonymous author's note: i thiunk i hauve pemmican-induced kidney failure. also this got more... tit-focused? than i expected it to. oops. hope you enjoy.