Joker chuckled. Was he serious? He pressed their foreheads together. Master created an emotion in Joker that he couldn’t think how to describe. He was beyond happy, but how did he explain that to Master?
“Jok—”
Joker cut him off, taking his mouth in a heated kiss. He tasted his tongue and mapped out every corner of his mouth, never wanting to let Master go. Joker eased up only slightly, turning the overly zealous kiss to pepper more to the corner of Master’s lips and down his chin and then neck. He nipped Master’s collarbone, making him moan and swivel his hips against Joker’s lap.
“I am more than happy, but I don’t know how to explain what it is that I feel with you,” Joker said.
Master sucked in a breath. “Um.”
Joker pulled back and looked into Master’s warm brown eyes, ones that could easily turn cold and distance, but that look was never directed at them. Master never looked at Joker with annoyance or cast him to the side.
“Instead, I’ll show you,” Joker said.
Joker picked Master up with ease, the water sloshing out the sides with their movements. He bent Master over, facing him toward the large mirror opposite the tub.
“Stay still. Make sure you don’t take your eyes off of us,” Joker said.
Master sucked in a breath but nodded. Joker grabbed the bottle of lube. It was a lot better than just their come and spit. Although squeezing into Master’s ass with hot come gliding the way was more enjoyable than the lube, Joker wasn’t up to waking the others and having them join in. Even as he thought it, he was sure someone was going to make their way into the bathroom. It was inevitable, but Joker didn’t mind sharing with the others. They had shared everything in the demon realm; it was how they survived, and sharing Master was no different to them.
Joker squirted more lube on his fingers and rubbed it between Master’s firm globes, putting the slightest bit of pressure against his hole.
“Are you teasing me on purpose?” Master asked breathlessly.
Joker met his eyes in the mirror and smiled at the man who wasn’t a demon but a witch, who was in every way weaker than him and yet had the power to bring Joker to his knees with words alone.
Joker leaned forward and bit down on Master’s shoulder. It made him raise his hips as he opened his mouth, letting out a breathy moan. Joker pushed a finger in and reveled in the tightness. He couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock.
“If I didn’t have a little fun, would you even know who’s touching you?” Joker joked.
Master reached back with one hand, placing it on Joker’s head.
“I would,” he said. It was said with such conviction that Joker felt it to his core.
He was ready to pledge his life and servitude to the man all over again. Joker chuckled, kissing the side of Master’s head, his soft hair tickling Joker’s lips. Joker moved his fingers in and out at a slow rhythm, avoiding the one spot he knew would have Master gasping for air. Joker added another finger, slowly pumping them in and out. He watched as his fingers were swallowed up by Master’s greedy hole again and again. He spread his fingers apart a few times, and Master moaned. His head fell forward, and Joker reluctantly stopped moving.
Master’s head popped back up, and he glared at Joker in the mirror. “Why did you stop?”
“Oh, did you want me to keep going?” Joker asked.
Master surprised him by pulling away fully and turning around. He put his hand in the middle of Joker’s chest and pushed him down. Joker was taller and physically stronger even without his demon side, but he still fell to his knees. The water splashed over the side of the tub and up his body. He was level with Master’s abdomen, and just a glance down was the perfect view of Master’s hard cock.
“You owe me an apology,” Master said evenly.
Joker opened his mouth to apologize; he’d give anything to touch the man before him again. Master put a finger on his lips, stopping any words.
“Not with words. The only thing I want to hear is you slurping on my cock,” Master said.
Joker licked his lips. Yes, please.
Joker opened his mouth without another thought and took Master’s hard length into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the head, relishing in the feel and the moans it earned him. He glanced up, and a shiver raked down his spine as Master’s eyes watched him with an intensity that only made Joker double his efforts. He wasn’t quiet about it either, groaning and slurping every chance he got. Joker wasn’t one to disappoint. Master’s blunt nails dug into the back of his head, and Joker groaned around the cock in his mouth. Master pulled him forward, pushing his member deeper into Joker’s mouth. Joker relaxed his throat and swallowed around the head of Master’s cock, making his legs tremble and a soft cry echo in the bathroom.
Joker slid his hands up Master’s legs until he cupped his ass. Joker’s fingers found their way once again inside Master’s tight hole. Joker fingered Master as he throat fucked him. Master pulled Joker off. He coughed, his throat sore in the best way.
“Why did you stop?” Joker asked, his voice raspy.
Master’s pupils were blown, and his face and chest were red. “As much as I’d enjoy coming down your throat, I want something more than your fingers inside of me when I come.”
Joker was more than happy to accommodate such a request. Joker heard them before they even entered. Wolly and Blade both stood in the doorway. Wolly was practically salivating, his hand firmly on his cock, moving up and down. Blade watched with interest, his hair down and a mess from sleep. Blade’s cock was just as hard. None of them could resist Master. Joker smiled.
“You two heard him; Master wants to be stuffed,” Joker said.
Master glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of Wolly and Blade, and his smile got bigger.
“I guess they can help with your apology,” Master said.
Joker chuckled. He could never get enough of Master.
Blade and Wolly got into the tub. It wasn’t nearly big enough for all four of them, and more water spilled over the edge. Although it was clear they should get out, no one made a move to leave the warm water. Blade pulled Master in for a kiss. Master quickly tangled his fingers in Blade’s hair.
“Trade you,” Wolly said as he lowered himself to his knees and took Master’s cock from Joker.
Joker let him get in a few sucks before pulling him off.
“It was my punishment, let me finish,” Joker said, taking Master’s cock down his throat once again, swallowing and hollowing his cheeks as he came back up.
“It wasn’t a punishment,” Master moaned.
“Fine, you take the front, I got the back,” Wolly said licking his lips hungrily.
Joker was fine with that. They picked Master up together and moved him so Wolly could get to his hole. Precome dripped out of Master’s cock, and Joker hummed, pressing his tongue to the slit, asking for more. Joker glanced up, and Master was falling apart at their hands and mouths. Blade was eating every moan and whimper that tried to escape Master’s mouth. Joker doubled his efforts. He caught sight of Blade playing with Master’s light brown nipples, making them hard.
Master moved his hips, and Joker knew he was close. He wrapped his hand around his own cock. He wanted to come at the same time as Master. He wasn’t the only one who had the thought. Master’s body visibly shivered, and he thrust his cock deep down Joker’s throat. A muffled cry was the only warning as he came. Joker swallowed, coaxing more from Master’s member until he had nothing left.