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From: (Anonymous)

A/N: A little bit of daddy kink in the last part of this in case that's anyone's squick. Starts when Guy takes over if you want to skip.

Snowy had to fight for the beginning of the period, the puck never leaving their own zone. The first shot went bang! off the blocker. He tried to glove the next shot and managed to shove it wide. He lost track of it for a second behind the goal and moved to the post on instinct, just in time to block the wraparound attempt. He swore he had it but it bounced out, fucking refs and their slow whistles. Tater knocked it away, trying to catch Koser, but it bounced off the tip of his stick from behind their own line down the ice. Guy skated for it and couldn't get there in time. Icing, and a face-off to Snowy's right.

Marty won the puck back, but it knocked against a skate and away from a pass intended for Guy, and then Snowy had white jerseys in his face again. A shot from his left was knocked away by Tater's stick, but they couldn't get it out of their zone, and the next one was a screamer right in the middle of his chest. Snowy curled up around it, breathing hard. Another faceoff.

His guys didn't let them make another long run at him. Instead, they won the face-off clean and poured everything they had into it, pressuring the other goal the way Snowy had just been pressured and then some. The puck shuttled back and forth. Tater, then Rhets, taking it behind the net to dump it with Jack, back to Tater, faked, to Thirdy, sliding by a defenseman and shunting the puck back to Guy between his own skates. Guy turned it on the net. The puck whizzed over the goalie's shoulder and went in, caught him looking. 2-0 with twelve minutes left.

Snowy had been in the league for a while. He knew what a win felt like. It settled into his gut, a solid certainty that made him feel like time slowed down, like he could track the puck in the dark through a blizzard.

The rest of the team felt it, too, and everyone was playing like it was the playoffs all over again. Through the rest of regulation, barely a minute went by when the Falconers didn't have possession, and if Snowy wasn't in this game he'd almost feel bad for the guy in the other net. Somehow he came up with save after save, and when the final horn sounded, it was still 2-0, Falconers win in a shutout.

The energy of the team was electric on their way back through the tunnel, victory adrenaline and excitement combining into a cocktail like a giddy high. Coach Matthews grabbed Snowy by the shoulder as he passed by, and some of the grin slipped off his face.

"Press wants you. Hit the showers quick and tell someone else to stow the extra equipment."

Fucking presser, Snowy thought sourly. Now he'd have to go pull the talk-into-a-microphone routine instead of reaping his reward.

"Tater, press," Snowy said, stripping off his pads and throwing them into his stall, just behind Bitty on the bench. Bitty, who was looking up at him with tear-filled brown eyes, who had bitten his lip bloody to keep from making noise, and who had apparently come all over himself untouched. Snowy shook his head at him and got a stifled sob in return.

"Little B, you made a mess," Tater said, crouching down next to the bench. He cupped Bitty's cheek in his hand and Bitty pressed into the contact, his eyes sliding closed. "What we going to do with you?"

Bitty didn't answer. Snowy figured he probably thought he was in enough trouble. Tater just sighed at him and unhooked his cuffs. The last thing Snowy saw as he took off for the showers was Tater pulling the empty gear bag out from under the bench and Bitty shaking his head wildly. It was the one thing they hadn't managed to break him of; he hated being put back in storage for the press.

He made the shower go as quick as he could, not much more than sluicing the sweat off, and yanked his clothes on. He didn't even know why they did these interviews. It wasn't like they ever asked any new fucking questions, or like any of them ever gave interesting fucking answers. He'd said the same things to the press so many times he felt like he could do it in his sleep.

"Yeah, definitely, always good to pick up a win and not have to push it past regulation. I just think the guys did a great job defensively, really helped me out in that third period," Snowy said, his mind entirely on the locker room. Had Tater left the plug in their toy? It had already messed up and come once, but Tater had the same kind of cruel steak Snowy did, and Snowy would have left it in.

"Sure, you know, we'd all love to go to another Cup. It's pretty early in the season, but it feels good, feels like we've taken the energy from June and just kept it going."

He still had to wait for Thirdy and Guy to take their turn, and he figured they'd go one after the other since Guy had a little bit of a kink and liked to hear Bitty talk while he was fucking him.

"I just think we've got a great team, a great group of guys. I think the best thing about the Falcs is that we're a family, you know? We really know how to keep each other motivated."

Snowy had to think about something else besides the motivation waiting for him if he wasn't going to pop a boner in his sweatpants in front of the press. Thankfully, they seemed content to hear that he was happy, the team was happy, and let him go. The press coordinator smiled at him, all teeth like a shark, and asked him to please send Koser out to talk about what had ended up being the GWG.

"They want you," Snowy said as he came back into the locker room. "If you could forget how to speak English out there, that'd be great."

"My English is very good," Koser said with a very offended look.

"Sure, take time, answer all presser questions," Tater said grouchily, sitting on the bench in nothing but a towel. "After all, Koser already have his turn so all is good, yes?"

Koser considered the somewhat murderous look on Tater's face. "I can't remember, what is English? I can't understand," he said, backing away and around the corner to the press.

"Where'd you put it?" Snowy asked, because the gear bag wasn't under the bench like usual.

"In the other room," Tater said, shrugging when Jack scowled at him. "Was having bad time keeping quiet, whimpering. Someone might hear."

"He hates being left alone in tight spaces," Jack said.

Tater waved this off. "I give him my jersey. Comfort, yes?"

"What's comforting about smelling like your armpit sweat?" Poots asked.

"Strong man, keep B safe," Tater said, grinning. "I could give him yours, but maybe then he just cries more."

"Like you aren't right there next to Snowy trying to make it come so you can smack it around," Poots said, rolling his eyes.

"Impatient again," Tater said. "Wait until presser and front office is gone, you get your turn."

The team trickled off for quick showers, rinsing off the sweat of the game. Koser came back in later than expected, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I couldn't help it, she has eyes of evil," he said. "Like she was trying to light me on fire from the inside."

"You let yourself get bullied by a five foot six blonde woman from Nebraska," Poots said, laughing.

"Eyes of evil," Koser insisted.

"Is she gone?" Jack asked, edging toward the door.

"Yes, press is done." Koser headed to the showers just as the veterans were getting back. Thirdy and Guy would get first crack at Bitty when Jack brought him in. He'd vanished through the doorway as soon as Koser confirmed the press was gone.

Snowy settled on the bench in front of his stall. He heard the bag rolling in and leaned forward, a little surprised. Usually Jack took their toy out of the bag right away, because it was making a fucking racket. This time, he set it down in front of Thirdy and unzipped to find Bitty blinking up at them. He tried to sit up right away, hampered by the cuffs and the ropes, but fell back down. Tater had wrapped him in his jersey and stuck part of his sleeve in his mouth, keeping Bitty quiet and, it seemed, calm.

"What did I tell you?" Tater asked smugly, as Jack and Thirdy picked Bitty up out of the bag. This time they flipped him to his knees, his calves bound to his thighs, hands still hooked to the front of his collar. Thirdy tugged Tater's jersey out of Bitty's mouth and peeled it off of him, tossing it across the locker room with enough precision to nearly hit Tater in the face.

Thirdy had to hold Bitty up by his collar or he'd fall, unable to put his feet or his hands out for balance. Thirdy pulled his towel open and scooted up to the edge of the bench.

"Open up," he said, and Bitty opened wide, bloody lip and all. Thirdy kept his hand firmly on the back of Bitty's collar and held him there for a minute, looking him over with a critical eye and listening to Bitty wheeze a little at the pressure around his throat.

"You made a mess out of yourself, didn't you? This," he pressed Bitty's lip back against his teeth, breaking the scab open and smearing blood over his lips, "and this."

Thirdy pressed the ball of his foot against Bitty's soft little cock, sticky with his own come. He pushed hard enough to make Bitty gasp and flinch, pulling in Thirdy's grip. Thirdy twisted his fingers in the collar, cutting off Bitty's breath entirely. Bitty's hands clenched into fists underneath his chin, but he didn't fight, trembling as his face turned red, his mouth still open wide. Thirdy eased the pressure and Bitty gasped.

"Yeah, deep breath," Thirdy said. "Hold it."

He shoved Bitty down onto his cock, pushing deep into Bitty's throat. He still had his foot pressing down on Bitty's dick, pretty hard from the way Bitty was squirming, but his dick started to perk right up anyway.

"Slut," Thirdy said, almost fond. "What are we going to do about it coming without permission?"

"Being stowed in the other room wasn't punishment enough? He hates that," Jack said.

"See, this is why you're not in charge of the toy anymore. You're soft on it." Thirdy held Bitty down until the clenching of his hands started to get frantic, then pulled him up. "Deep breath."

Bitty sucked in air, coughed, struggled for another deep breath, and managed it just before Thirdy pushed him back down.

"Did you bring the cage? If its problem is coming without permission, we can cage it," Marty suggested.

"Left it at home," Snowy said, shrugging at the grumbling that provoked. "Thought I'd give it a chance to prove it could behave."

"Don't lie, you wanted to make it harder," Poots said. "Seems like a lot of work. I don't know why you don't just fuck it and be done with it."

"No sense of indulgence," Tater said somewhat mournfully from the other bench. The only sound besides chirping back and forth was Bitty gagging around Thirdy's cock. Thirdy held him down until his whole face was red, pulled him off to breathe, and shoved him right back down again.

"Maybe it's earned another spanking." That was Rhets, the other guy who'd been in the mix on that rush that gave them their second goal.

"I think that's only going to make its slut cock get harder, seems counterproductive," Thirdy said, pressing his foot down hard enough that Bitty whimpered around his dick. "Since we don't have the cage we should ice it again, keep it from getting hard."

"Nah, we've done that tonight already. You've got to change it up," Snowy said. "But maybe we can do both. Before or after Guy gets his turn?"

"After, if you wouldn't mind," Guy said dryly, watching Thirdy hold Bitty's head down while he came, head tilted back and a long groan coming from his throat. Bitty swallowed even while he was choking and sputtered for breath when Thirdy pulled him off.

"All yours," Thirdy said, shoving Bitty backward. He swayed on his knees for a precarious moment before he started to topple over, but Guy was there to catch him, pulling Bitty back against his larger frame, one big hand cupping his chin.

"Hey, Bits," he said. "Guess whose turn it is?" Bitty swallowed several times, his throat working, big brown eyes wide, shaking a little. "You can talk, remember you can always talk for me?"

"Daddy," Bitty finally choked out, sagging in Guy's hold.

"That's right, baby, daddy's here." Guy shuffled them over to the bench so he could pitch Bitty forward, laying him on his chest with his arms tucked up underneath him. "What do you think you're going to get now?"

Bitty's answer broke into a moan when Guy twisted the plug inside him, still vibrating away. His fingers curled around the edge of the bench, the only thing he could manage to grip with his hands cuffed to his throat. Guy was working the plug out, stretching Bitty's hole around it.

"Answer the question, or you may not get it at all," Guy said. The plug popped free and Bitty flinched, his empty hole clenching like he wanted something in it. Guy pushed his thumb inside. "Do you want something in here?"

"Daddy's cock?" Bitty asked breathlessly, wiggling a little under Guy's hands.

"Good guess, sweetheart," Guy said, and lined up to push in, wringing a pretty moan from Bitty when he bottomed out. "There you go. Everyone else is gone, it's just us. Daddy's going to give his baby slut just what he needs."

The noises Bitty was making sounded helplessly grateful as Guy got a good grip on his hips and started giving it to him hard.

From: (Anonymous)

FUCKING YUM.

From: (Anonymous)

Thanks <3 <3

From: (Anonymous)

HOW DOES THIS KEEP GETTING HOTTER WHAT KIND OF BLACK MAGIC???

Daddy's going to give his baby slut just what he needs.

I did not expect daddy kink in this, but goddamn do I appreciate it showing up.

From: (Anonymous)

PORN MAGIC!

I'm glad you appreciate the daddy kink. It just kind of happened.

From: (Anonymous)

Loving it. Tater leaving the plug in but giving Bitty his jacket! <3 <3 <3

"Strong man, keep B safe," Tater said, grinning. "I could give him yours, but maybe then he just cries more."

I love your Tater.