Magic Of: Five
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By some magical means-- or maybe the fact that Etienne did have to work sometime-- Simeon managed to get four whole days to himself. Corin was doing schoolwork, which meant that Simeon got to do some of the same. He'd be graduating in December, providing he didn't fuck up, and he had been sort of neglecting his sculpture in favor of Corin-time so-- well, the long and the short of it was that he got four days with no Corin and no Etienne.
So when the knock on the door came, he figured it was probably Corin and flung it open gleefully and ended up pinned to the wall by a kiss from Etienne.
Not that he minded, or anything. In no way could he mind the feel of pleather under his fingertips, and the lace underneath that when he slid his hand lower.
Etienne grinned; not a damn hair out of place. Well, Simeon could fix that. Even if there was a Corin in Simeon's head saying, talk to him.
"So, I bought handcuffs."
"Etienne--"
"No." Etienne sounded as childish and mulish as Simeon had ever heard him. He wasn't even pouting prettily, either. "I can't believe you'd leave me stranded without sex for two weeks. Two whole weeks! You're going to take the handcuffs and you're going to use them or I-- I--"
Even as Etienne struggled for some consequence suitable, the only thing that Simeon heard was that Etienne hadn't been laid in two weeks. "You went without sex for--"
"Without sex from you," Etienne said, but the tone was all backpedaling. "It's not like I don't have other people to fuck. You're not my only source of cock, darling." The little finger-flick he gave with the last bit cinched it: Etienne only camped it up when he was stretching the truth. (Or flirting, but this was not flirting.)
"Right." Simeon pulled Etienne into his apartment, closing the door firmly behind him. It was the middle of the day so none of his roommates were home, thank God. They didn't mind that he was gay, but they were both prudish and wont to object to any sort of PDA.
"Right," Etienne agreed, like Simeon hadn't been sarcastic with his. He sat next to Simeon on the bed, leaning in, fluttering his eyelashes. "So we can fuck now, then? Assuming you're not going to go all hot and cold on me again."
It suddenly struck Simeon that perhaps Corin was a little bit right. Damn him, anyway. "Yeah."
"Don't sound so enthused." Etienne pressed a kiss to Simeon's cheek, then stood up and straddled Simeon's lap. Between them he set down a black plastic bag. "Handcuffs."
Instead of reaching for the bag, Simeon pushed his fingers through Etienne's long hair, grabbing the ends and tugging just enough to make Etienne groan. "What makes you think I need handcuffs?"
"I didn't--" Etienne tried, and Simeon pulled a little harder. His mouth fell open, a low groan, head tilting back a little to expose his neck.
Simeon took the implicit invitation and leaned foward-- cupping his other hand around Etienne's ass to keep him from falling off-- to lick from Etienne's exposed collar bone up to his earlobe. Etienne loved it, of course, but he squirmed, so obviously wanting more.
"You're such a whore for me." Simeon said the words unthinkingly, and then thought oh fuck but to no end; Etienne just squirmed more and gasped out a needy yes.
Alright then, Simeon thought, and leaned back to push Etienne onto the bed, onto his stomach. Crawling up he straddled Etienne's hips, pressing his cock through the layers of clothing between the cheeks of Etienne's ass. The way Etienne shuddered underneath him was all kinds of beautiful.
"I could just do this." Simeon fisted a hand in Etienne's hair, pulling his head back and to the side. He licked and bit and sucked the pale skin there, delighting in the way Etienne squirmed eagerly at first and then found some sort of rhythm in grinding against the bed.
That decided it. Simeon pulled away enough to where he could reach the lubricant, and on the way back stood on his knees to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He didn't bother with the shirt; Etienne wasn't going to have a chance to do anything.
The skirt was short enough that Simeon didn't even have to flip it up; he just coated his cock with lube and wiped the excess between Etienne's wriggling thighs. He leaned one hand on Etienne's lower back, fisting the other in his hair again and leaning over to whisper in his ear. "You're going to keep your legs closed for once. Got it?"
Etienne nodded shallowly-- as much as Simeon's hand in his hair would allow-- and actually quit wriggling.
Simeon took a deep breath. He hadn't done this since highschool, but he remembered it fondly. "Good boy," he said, absently, as he pushed his cock between Etienne's clenched thighs. The bottom of the pleated pleather skirt rubbed the sensitive flesh, and Etienne sure as fuck waxed because Simeon didn't feel any stubble anywhere.
Smooth, the whole way through, and tight. Every thrust just pressed Etienne's hips down against the bed; he was wriggling his hips now, panting with his mouth hanging open, hands on the bed lifting his upper half up for a better angle. Ah, ah, ah, so gorgeous, perfect like this.
He came way too quickly because-- he didn't even know, he just did, with a choked groan and pulling his cock out just in time to shoot over the back of the skirt. Etienne would complain, but he always found something to complain about and Simeon could see nothing wrong with the way it shined, caught the light with the minute motions of Etienne's hips. But Simeon wasn't holding him down anymore, and the motion abruptly took on a desperate air.
"Ah, bastard--"
Incoherent was a good look for Etienne, Simeon thought. "Mmm. Did I leave you hanging?"
"Asshole." Etienne rolled over.
He reached down to touch himself, but Simeon caught his hands. "Do you still want the cuffs?"
Etienne looked to the side, at the discarded bag, and that was without a doubt a yes, although he just licked his lips and spat out an unconvincing whatever.
Simeon fetched the bag and pulled the cuffs out. They were ridiculous things, purple leather and padded on the inside, with a long chain joining them. Simeon didn't have a headboard on his bed that he could use, but with the length of that chain he might be able to...
"Sit up." Etienne did, and Simeon looped the chain around Etienne's back. Perfect length. "Cross your arms over your stomach. Like a straight jacket."
"Make me," Etienne said, like-- like himself-- and so Simeon got one cuff on easily and spent a good five minutes wrestling Etienne into the other. Etienne would be able to undo the buckles, if his hands were together, but crossed that way-- he was well and truly trapped. He squirmed, but not like he wanted to get away.
He made a pretty picture, all dressed up and panting, cheeks red with exertion. And arousal; Simeon slid his hand under Etienne's skirt and pushed the panties down so he could wrap fingers around Etienne's erection. Etienne rocked his hips into Simeon's hand, gasping desperately and making a whining noise in the back of his throat.
"Look at you," Simeon said, smiling, squeezing. "Who knew all it took to get you pliant was a pair of handcuffs."
Etienne made a noise, maybe protest, maybe pleasure. Maybe both. Simeon sped up a little and the noise this time was definitely pleasure, so he tightened his grip. Etienne arched his back, his hips, body shaking with the effort, mouth hanging open and head back. He came like that, all over Simeon's hand and the skirt, hips dropping down against the bed as his entire body convulsed with pleasure.
So, handcuffs were in.
And Etienne apparently really did have a thing for Simeon.
Damn it, why did Corin have to be so fucking right about everything?
✖
"Etienne came over yesterday," Simeon said, the next time he saw Corin. "I-- you might have been sort of right, there."
"You talked?"
"There was talking." Corin laughed, which made Simeon feel about as transparent as cling wrap. "Well, I wanted to talk, but he had these handcuffs..."
"Right," Corin said, a smile still playing on his lips like-- himself. "And you couldn't have talked with him after?"
Of course not, Simeon nearly said, but caught himself in time. They could have talked after, but... well, whatever. "I can talk to him another time," Simeon said, waving his hand. "It's not like he's going to stop coming over."
"That's because you've trained him," Corin's fingers slid up Simeon's arm, and he smiled. "It's like a dog-- you keep fucking him every time he shows up, so he's getting positive reinforcement for his acting out. If you want him to stop, you have to stop."
Corin's explanation sounded entirely too logical and-- something. Simeon had trouble thinking when Corin was so close and not doing anything particularly sexual but still touching. He felt sixteen again, instead of in the middle of his twenties. "Yeah? So?"
"So, don't complain to me when he shows up for sex again. You have to quit giving it to him or he'll keep expecting it."
"Mmmm." Corin's fingers were rubbing gently back and forth over the sensitive skin on the inside of Simeon's elbow.
"I think you need incentive."
Simeon didn't like the gleam in Corin's eye one fucking bit. "Incentive?" Why did he get the feeling he was going to regret this as soon as Corin provided some incentive?
"No more fucking me until you talk to him."
Now that was just downright mean. Simeon wished he didn't think Corin was serious. "What?"
"We're not having sex again until you've talked with Etienne about the whole poly thing. I'd talk to him, but I'm not the one he's in love with."
Fuck was the only thought in Simeon's head. Over and over. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.
Corin just smiled. "I should go home-- I have a design due tomorrow, and you have a conversation to have."
"Don't I get a goodbye kiss?" Simeon felt wretched-- no sex with Corin for an indeterminate amount of time, when he'd already gone without for-- a while. Days!
"Maybe," Corin said, and pressed a kiss against Simeon's cheek. "That good?"
Etienne thought that Simeon was a tease, but he'd not yet gotten acquainted with Corin's particular brand of oh you fucking bastard teasing so-- Simeon watched Corin go, eyes on that round ass and the way his skinny jeans clung like spandex-- he was fucked. So very fucked.
Or not, as it were.
✖
Since they so rarely met for anything but sex and if Simeon rang Etienne he'd automatically assume it was a booty-call, the only way he could think of getting Etienne in relative public was to go to the shop.
Not during Etienne's lunch-break. He was fairly sure Corin wouldn't think that counted. He went in the morning instead. Etienne would still flirt with him and probably try to feel him up, because Etienne had a skewed view of what was appropriate in public, but he wouldn't be able to pull Simeon into the changing rooms for a quickie during working hours.
Probably.
Simeon had a couple of times before managed to sneak up on Etienne by way of checking through the front if he was occupied and slipping in when he was looking the other way. This time he was on the phone when Simeon carefully closed the shop door behind him. The shop wasn't entirely empty: Etienne was watching a couple of customers browsing on the far side of the shop while he gabbered away.
"--picked up her special order this morning. You wouldn't believe it but the colour is even more hideous on-- no, no, she loved it. Speaking of awful, I hate to admit you were right but guess what I sold two more of just now?" Etienne twisted his hair around a finger and laughed into the phone. "If by quirky you mean unflattering, yes. How did it go last night? Oh? Told you the green made your tits look fantastic."
Simeon decided that was enough at that point (not that it counted as eavesdropping when Etienne wasn't even trying to avoid being overheard), and stepped deliberately into Etienne's line of vision.
Predictably, Etienne smiled, in a way that said he was thinking about sex, or thinking he was about to get some. "Sorry, Maman, I have a customer. Call you at lunch? Kisses to you too." The phone dropped straight onto the desk. "You're early, Simeon. My lunch break isn't for at least an hour."
"I'm not here for lunch." Really, was the idea of them doing something other than sex strange enough for Etienne to get that look on his face? "I just wanted to talk."
One of the other customers decided that that was her cue to come up to the till. "Hold that thought," Etienne said, with a flick of his fingers, and spent the next five minutes wrapping things and flirting blatantly. The other customer was still fingering bras. Simeon wasn't sure whether the relative lack of privacy was a blessing or a curse.
"Do you have to flirt with the customers?" was not what Simeon had been intending as an opener, but it was what came to mind once the door closed behind the woman.
"People like the personal touch." Etienne tapped his fingers on the counter, looking, if anything, suspicious "What do you mean, talk?"
Yes, she'd certainly seemed interested in getting some personal touching. "Talk, as in, maybe I could buy you some lunch and we could talk about-- things." Like, not that Simeon could manage to voice the thought out loud Corin thinks you're in love with me and I'm sort of leaning towards thinking he's right, even though you've got a fucking funny way of showing it. Like just because I'm dating him doesn't mean I'm happy about the thought of you with anyone else but us, even though he knew that made him a hypocrite. "Us things."
Etienne kept tapping, slow and steady. "Why? You and I don't talk. What's the ulterior motive, darli-- this is Corin's idea, isn't it."
Why did Simeon have the feeling he was going to regret telling the truth. "Yes, but--"
"Get out," Etienne snapped. "And tell Corin I can feel sorry for myself."
Etienne could be such a contrary brat. "I certainly don't feel sorry for you."
"You're too busy being wrapped around Corin's little finger to feel a thing for me."
Simeon wondered if Etienne quite realised what he'd just said. Probably not, he was too busy being pink-cheeked and outraged. "I thought you liked it that way. It's the same for you, right?"
If he hadn't believed Corin before, Etienne's look of shock would have clinched it. "I-- right. Of course, darling. The only thing I'm feeling right now is a little annoyed at you for wasting my time."
The look on his face, and the fact that he really was an incredibly bad liar. "So you'd rather I came back for lunch and fucked you silly in the changing rooms?" Simeon lowered his voice to say it, even though the remaining customer was still on the far side of the shop.
Possibly he shouldn't have taken that out-- but it was almost painful to see that look on Etienne's face. The second Simeon changed the subject to sex, on the other hand, he went back to being the Etienne that Simeon knew and-- knew. Bright smile, "I wouldn't say no, gorgeous."
"Do you ever?" Simeon countered, and all was right with the world again, apart from the nagging feeling that he'd actually just kind of fucked up there.
"Not to you," Etienne said, and then just stopped, like he'd realized what he'd said. His cheeks went pink again. "Are you planning on staying until my lunch break? I can think of better things to do, if so."
"No," Simeon said, too quickly. "I"ll be back in an hour."
He wondered, as he went to go get some actual lunch, if this counted as talking. He'd tried at least, and surely that made it count, if nothing else? But Corin could be so finnicky sometimes.
But at this rate Simeon was as likely to get real conversation from Etienne as he was blood from a stone. If Corin wanted more, he could do it himself.
✖
Etienne smiled at the message on his phone. Perhaps Simeon had gotten the point and given up on the talking thing, then. If he wanted to do that, well, that was what he had Corin for, and Etienne was very happy for them.
Not that Simeon had wanted to talk to Etienne. Not that Etienne wanted Simeon to want to talk to him, but if Etienne did want something like that then he'd want Simeon to want it himself and not do it because Corin had told him to.
Not that Etienne did. Want that. Which was why he was happy that the message didn't say we need to talk but instead the much more sensible Get your ass over here and bring the handcuffs.
Which he would do, as soon as he finished picking out an outfit. It just wouldn't do to turn up not looking his best, after all, and if he ever did turn up in under two hours Simeon might think there was something wrong. He wanted to look eager, not desperate.
He knew just the skirt for the job, too. It was short, flimsy (Simeon had ripped one of these off him once, lucky he'd bookmarked the website), sparkly and obnoxiously orange. If Simeon complained about the colour, Etienne could just remind him he'd torn the black one, the last time that Etienne had been much more than two hours late to a booty call.
Fair enough; that had actually been Etienne's fault. He'd been on the other side of town with a guy who'd turned out to be a vastly inferior lay when the call came, and hadn't thought to check his messages until he was already on the way home.
The resulting sex had been fantastic, but even as gorgeous as Simeon was when he was mad, Etienne had decided it was too much risk. What if he missed out on fantastic sex because he'd been having mediocre sex somewhere else?
When he'd looked at it that way, a couple of his semi-regular fucks simply hadn't made the cut. Others had just drifted away. It wasn't like he was making any sort of commitment, just maximising the time he spent having hot sex with someone who knew how to push all his buttons. He hadn't said anything to Simeon, so as not to give him the wrong idea.
God, why was he even thinking about that?
Oh, right, the skirt. And Simeon's jealous streak, which now he had Corin around was going to give Etienne any amount of chances to rile Simeon up. He dug out a simple white strappy tank-top-- wouldn't want to distract from the full-on sluttiness of the skirt, after all-- and the panties that had come with the skirt Simeon had ruined.
That left him with, a quick glance at the clock showed, plenty of time to fuss over hair and make-up. In fact, by the time he parked opposite Simeon's building, he was almost early.
He spent two minutes checking his make-up in the car mirror just in case.
The door opened almost as soon as he buzzed, which wasn't exactly usual; and it was Corin who grabbed him by the hand and yanked him over the threshold for a kiss, which was definitely unusual but rather pleasing, all the same, even if Corin's hand in his hair was decidedly more gentle than Etienne would prefer.
It was only when the kiss broke and he realised that there was still no Simeon in sight that he thought that possibly, there might be something weird going on.
"Did you bring the handcuffs?" Corin asked, and Etienne decided that whatever was going on, he approved of it. He nodded and followed Corin through to the bedroom, where there was still no Simeon but whatever. There was Corin, Etienne, handcuffs and a skirt-- if Simeon was missing out it was his own fault anyway, and ooh, wouldn't he be terribly jealous.
Etienne hoped so.
"How do you want me, gorgeous?" he asked, falling onto Simeon's bed in a way guaranteed to flash his panties at Corin.
"How did Simeon have you?"
The idea that Corin might have been jealous had never occurred to Etienne. But if it wasn't jealousy, then what was it? "You think you can do a better job than him?"
Corin just smiled, reached up and fisted a hand in Etienne's hair and pulled. "How. did. Simeon. have. you?"
Technically, Simeon had had Etienne even before he'd gotten Etienne into the handcuffs, but he decided to hold off on that tidbit of information for now, crossing his arms over his front. "Something like this. My bedroom's much better set up for bondage, you know." Although the thought of getting away with fucking on Simeon's bed while he was out rather made up for the lack of a proper headboard.
Since Corin was smaller than Simeon, too, Etienne let him put the cuffs on without too much struggling. He wondered what he looked like; that was the other thing Simeon's room lacked, proper mirrors.
"Right." Corin said, smiling. "Now we can talk."
Wait, what? "Please tell me that's a euphemism for something."
"It's a euphemism for, since subtle doesn't work on you, I have to actually tie you down in order to let you know that Simeon won't run screaming if you tell him you love him."
That was unfair! And not even really very true!. And none of Corin's business, anyway. Etienne opened his mouth to tell him all this, and then thought of something else, much more potentially awful, to worry about. "Where do you even-- wait, you didn't say something to him, did you?"
Corin petted Etienne's hair, which wasn't as nearly as calming as it could have been, given the circumstances. "I did say something to him, and he figured the rest out for himself based on the abundant evidence."
That was it, game over. Go directly to fuck no, do not pass go, do not ever look Simeon in the face again. "I-- what evidence." Etienne was not exactly writing poetry or mooning around like some lovestruck teenager.
"You take longer to get ready for sex than most people do for a date." Corin stuck his hand over Etienne's mouth when Etienne tried to protest that it wasn't like that at all. "You argue with him but only until he offers you attention or more sex. You lie about your sex life to try and make him jealous and get jealous and drunk-dial both of us. There's more, but but that's probably enough for starters."
Etienne hadn't-- well he might have exaggerated, a little, and when had he ever drunk-dialled? He didn't remember that. Then again, right after Simeon had broken it off with him and before the threesome, he had had what must have been a very enjoyable night out. He was assuming. It was all a bit hazy, really.
"Now, what sort of food do you want to eat? The three of us are going to eat dinner and talk and not fuck until we have some sort of general agreement worked out."
"General agreement?" Etienne asked, as soon as Corin had moved his hand.
"Mmm. For how to proceed. Now tell me what kind of food you want, darling," --that was totally unfair; Etienne didn't sound that lispy-- "or I'm going to have him stop by the Mediterranean place."
When, exactly, had this moved from handcuffs to dinner? "Lightly seared tuna with a side salad of mixed lettuces and herbs with chunks of tomato and mushroom. And some garlic-and-asparagus. Oh, and white wine." As long as Corin was asking, he might as well have something he could actually eat. "And tell Simeon if he spends under $50 on the wine I'm going to pour it down the drain."
"'What kind' does not mean an exact menu." Corin tugged Etienne's hair lightly. Tease. "If you like, though, you can give him your order yourself." When Etienne decided not to dignify that with a response, he just made a call-- presumably to Simeon. "Hi Sim. Yeah. Mostly behaving himself. You can go to the Mediterranean place, Etienne wants something with fish, some salad, and some white wine. Not exactly. Here--"
He held the phone to Etienne's ear. "All right," Simeon said. "What did you actually order, because I'm morbidly curious."
Etienne repeated his words, with some minor embellishment. Corin's hand holding the phone to his ear was shaking ever so slightly, so he made sure to enunciate, just in case Simeon wasn't getting the full effect.
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Yeah, fuck off." Either it was the line, or Simeon's voice was sounding terribly husky. "You'll take what you're given."
And saying things like that when he knew Etienne was tied up was definitely cheating, but before he could retort Corin took the phone away. "Are you discussing dinner or having phone sex?" he asked, merrily. "Oh? Then why is Etienne blushing?"
Whatever Simeon answered, it made Corin laugh. Etienne just did his best to look annoyed.
"Natural inclination, he says," Corin informed him, still laughing a bit. "Mmm. I'll do just that. See you soon. Bye." On hanging up he immediately ran a hand up Etienne's thigh to just shy of the panties, which made Etienne ever so hopeful.
"Have you given up on the not fucking?" he asked, wriggling appreciatively and spreading his legs as much as he could. "Because we absolutely have time for a quickie before Simeon gets back."
"I don't believe in quickies, when you actually have time for proper sex," was what Corin said. What he did, though. What he did was push his fingers a little higher, brushing the panties in a way that made Etienne shiver.
Proof that being a bastard was genetic. "It's not nice to tease, darling."
"Oh, I'll deliver," Corin said, in the same husk that Simeon had used. No doubt they had been conferring as to Etienne's preferences, which was a conversation Etienne was sad that he had missed.
Etienne wriggled, trying to get more than the teasing brush of Corin's fingertips. "You'll have to prove that."
"Do I?" Corin's fingers slipped inside of the panties, now, the backs of his fingers sweeping over the underside of Etienne's sack. The feeling was exquisite, so close to tickling and yet sexual enough that Etienne could enjoy it and Corin would be none the wiser.
In all honesty, Etienne would have loved to come up with something coherent to say-- some witty response, like Simeon would give-- but at that moment Corin pulled his fingers out of the panties. Etienne opened his mouth for a snappish remark and Corin raked his fingernails down the insides of his thighs, and Etienne just closed his eyes and moaned.
The next however long was Corin exploring him, touching and tasting as much as he could with Etienne still bound, making Etienne into a shaking, needy wreck. "Please," Etienne said, pumping his hips up against empty air. "Quit being such a fucking tease."
Corin's hand in his hair, tugging lightly. "Alright. Here, sit up, come over on my lap."
With help, Etienne managed it, and in short order he was straddling one of Corin's legs, his face buried in Corin's chest (why was Corin still wearing clothes-- argh) and his cock grinding against Corin's leg. He hadn't taken the panties off, either, they were still on and the skirt too and Etienne didn't care, not one bit. All he wanted to do was get off, with one of Corin's hands in the small of his back pressing down and the other cupped around the back of Etienne's neck and his arms still bound, crossed, restricting every breath.
"You're gorgeous." Corin's words whispered over Etienne's ear, and his mouth followed, teeth grazing lightly in a way that made Etienne's whole body jerk and caused him to lose the rhythm.
No, no, no, he thought desperately. Said it too, evidently, because then he felt another pair of hands on his back and heard Simeon say, "Yes, yes, yes, actually. Food's here; time to eat."
"And talk," Corin added, with a smug fuck-you smile.
Etienne decided to ignore that, because it wasn't as if they couldn't talk after. All he really needed was for Corin to hold still for a little. Or Simeon to move his hands and do something.
Not to pull him away from Corin, which was what he was actually doing. Etienne tilted his head back. "Simeon. Fuck me." That had to be what he was planning, right? He wouldn't actually be so evil as to leave Etienne like this, right?
"Don't give in, Simeon," Corin said. Because he was evil. "It'll be better if we make him wait, anyway."
Simeon nodded. No, that meant he was agreeing, why the fuck was he agreeing? "I suppose it won't kill him."
How, Etienne wondered, could they possibly be sure? "No, now is better."
Not that either of them paid him the slightest bit of attention, other than Simeon grabbing his hair to coax him to his feet and then steer him into the direction of the living room. "You look beautiful right now," Simeon said, which shouldn't please Etienne nearly so much, and he was going to say something right back only-- oh.
That had to be Simeon's rickety kitchen table, the one Etienne had never actually eaten at; only much improved with a proper tablecloth and actual candles, which Corin had gone ahead of them to light. There was even a vase with three red roses, which, really, how very cliche-- "You--"
"You're not going to cry, are you?" Simeon asked, half sounding like he was teasing, half like he was worried Etienne actually would.
As if he'd ever. "The only thing I'm going to weep at is the state of your education. Paper napkins, really?"
"Be nice," Corin called, from the table. "Or we won't undo the cuffs and you can spend dinner eating out of Simeon's hand, literally."
"I don't think it would suit his notions of romance." Simeon's hands lingered over Etienne's left wrist. "Well, Etienne?"
Not to his notions of romance, but it did make Etienne wonder if Corin read the same harem-boy novels that his mother kept buying and that Etienne might have flipped through once or twenty times. But that was probably best kept for another time. He wouldn't want to spoil the mood, after all. "You can untie me. I'll be good." Even though he was tempted to point out that Simeon actually rather liked him naughty.
"I'll believe that when I see it." Simeon removed the cuffs anyway, though, and Etienne swung his arms back and forth a couple of times before settling into the seat Corin was offering and smoothing down his skirt-- not that there was much of it in need of smoothing.
It was strange to feel so nervous-- Etienne didn't get nervous, because he usually managed to make sure he didn't get put in situations where he'd ever feel nervous. The feeling compounded somehow, like building on itself, as neither Simeon nor Corin said anything particularly noteworthy while they guided Etienne to his seat. Corin even pulled out the chair for him, like a girl or something and now he felt embarrassed too, uncomfortably flustered.
"Look, he's blushing," Simeon said, traitor that he so obviously was.
"It's just warmer in here." Etienne resisted the urge to feel his own cheeks, because that would be acknowledging the fact that he probably was blushing. "Kitchens are the warmest part of the house, and all."
"That's only if you're actually cooking in them." Corin took his seat, and for the first time-- it had been rather dark in the bedroom-- Etienne realized that he was wearing a button-up shirt. A freshly pressed button-up shirt, if the stiff lines of it were anything to go by.
"You dressed up."
At least Etienne knew what it took to get Corin to blush, now, even if Simeon did swoop in to Corin's rescue. "That's because he wanted to look his best when I ask this-- will you date us, Etienne?"
If he hadn't been blushing before, that would have done it. He'd never imagined-- well, he had, but it had involved Simeon in an army uniform and shiny black leather boots, and that was beside the point. He didn't know what to say-- how did they expect him to say anything sensible, anyway, when he was still all wound up from Corin's teasing? "If I say yes can we skip to the sex now?"
It wasn't exactly romantic, but it did make Simeon laugh. "No." Corin said, because he was a tease. "You need to agree to communicate with us, if we're going to have a relationship."
Etienne was communicating. Right now he was communicating that he really wanted to come, that was all. "You can communicate with sex." Etienne would much prefer that to talking personally.
Corin didn't look even a tiny bit convinced by this argument. "So if Simeon and I were to spend enough time together-- without you-- that you started to get jealous, you'd, what? Dress in drag and buy new bondage gear?"
Well, maybe. Not that the cuffs this time had been new, he'd found them at the back of one of his drawers. "He'd probably get a pedicure, too." Simeon chimed in, and Etienne found himself suddenly glad he'd gone for boots with the skirt, closed-toes and all.
"Oh! Let's see your feet then, Etienne." Corin looked far too pleased with himself. "Just to cinch the deal, since you don't feel like talking."
Etienne curled his feet up under the chair, because even just the thought of Corin and Simeon playing with his feet was doing terrible things to his self control. "Fine. Let's talk."
Corin looked at Simeon, expression positively smug. "Told you. You owe me a fancy dinner."
"What?" Etienne said, at the same time that Simeon said, "I'm not sure this counts as willingly."
"I didn't say he had to be enthusiastic about it. Are you willing to talk, Etienne?" Corin asked, sweetly.
More willing than he was to let them see his feet and then spend far too much time trying to explain that he'd only got them done to cheer himself up, really. "Yes. You bet on me?"
"You see? Willing." Corin evidently wasn't about to explain anything to Etienne. "So no welshing. He's all yours, go ahead."
Simeon snorted. "Don't phrase it like that, you'll get his hopes up. When I say 'date', Etienne, I mean exclusively. Are you okay with that?"
Maybe he'd just not mention how long it had been since he'd had sex with anybody since Simeon or Corin. Not for lack of offers, of course. "Yes, as long as you two make sure not to leave me deprived--" That had been a bad choice of words; Simeon was looking smug, he probably still remembered Etienne's little slip of the tongue that other time. "Don't give me that look. I happen to have a very high libido."
"In other words, you happen to be a slut." Which Simeon never said to Etienne except to make it sound like a compliment.
"Yes, and you happen to like it."
Corin laughed. "I suppose this technically counts as progress. What I want is for you guys to promise to actually say something if you're feeling jealous-- or deprived, instead of expressing yourselves through bickering and bondage gear." His lips quirked a bit. Oh, sure, laugh at Etienne's suffering. "And to do stuff like this-- eat dinner together, I mean, not tie Etienne up and tease him while Simeon fetches me food, although that's fun too." He reached over the table for the wine-- which knowing Simeon had come out of the bargain bin, if not some trash heap piled outside the shop, and smiled at Etienne. "Your turn."
"My turn what?"
"Your turn to say something soppy," Simeon said, over the top of Corin's "Your turn to tell us what you want."
As Etienne opened his mouth, Simeon added, "Other than the obvious, Etienne."
"I wasn't going to say anything about sex, actually." Etienne lied.
Simeon just smirked at him. "My apologies, then. Go on, don't let me stop you."
Damn, now he had to come up with something quickly that didn't sound too embarrassing. "Come visit me at the shop sometimes-- I don't mean it like that!" Not that he would mind a few more visits for 'lunch', but Simeon didn't have to look at him like Etienne thought about sex all the time. "It's just-- you'll get to see each other all the time at uni." And probably had sex in the classrooms, not anything Etienne'd ever gotten to do, what with one thing and another. And now Etienne was probably sounding clingy, great, just what he wanted. It was Simeon's fault for making him come up with something on the spot.
"Okay," Corin said, while Simeon nodded and looked like he was plotting something, probably to come visit Etienne and then withhold sex like that was making some sort of point. "Anything else?"
Wasn't that enough? "Next time we have dinner I'm buying the wine."
"You haven't even tasted it," Simeon said, as if Etienne even needed to.
"My nail polish remover is a better quality source of alcohol," Etienne informed him, which was only the tiniest bit of an exaggeration. "And at least that's actually French."
"Why does it have to be French?" Corin said at the same time Simeon asked "Can we fuck him now, Corin?"
Etienne happened to like French wine, but that was a lot less important than what Simeon was saying. "Yes!"
But Corin was still such a tease. "No. We haven't finished eating yet. And there's still dessert to come."
"By dessert I hope you're referring to something you're planning to lick off my naked body." He'd very nearly finished his dinner-- or at least moved enough of it around the plate that it looked that way-- but Etienne didn't think he could possibly survive another course.
"Cheesecake and Etienne." Simeon said, and grinned. "I hope you realise that this plan doesn't really get you fucked any quicker, it just gives us another way to tease you."
Etienne didn't really think either of them were going to hold out that long once they got their hands (and tongues) on Etienne's body. "Mmm, okay." Because Simeon had said us which meant both of them, holding him down and licking him. That sounded pretty good to him.
"You get the cheesecake, I'll get the Etienne," Corin said, not that Etienne intended to play hard-to-get right now, or to be fair, ever. "Table's probably not that sturdy; want to move it to the bedroom?"
"Bedroom." Which was totally what Etienne would have suggested if Simeon hadn't gotten there first. Instead, he didn't put up any sort of fight when Corin led him back to the bedroom, losing items of (Etienne's) clothing on the way.
Although he should have thought twice-- once probably would have done-- about letting Corin take his boots off. Etienne wasn't really thinking, though, and didn't want to-- sex now, panic about relationships later.
So he'd laid back and just enjoyed the feeling of Corin's hands and his lips, let himself be bossed into position and didn't really connect Corin saying "Looks like Simeon was right," to anything in particular until Corin ran his nails lightly over the sole of Etienne's foot and added "The colour doesn't match your skirt, though."
Well, Etienne'd known that. But before he could deny whatever it was he was supposed to be denying right now-- he was sure there was something-- Corin pressed harder against the arch of his foot and Etienne moaned, caught off guard, and then felt himself flush bright red.
There were right and wrong times to be sounding that eager.
To make matters worse, that was the moment Simeon chose to reappear. "Is there anything you won't get off on?"
Luckily, before Etienne could die of shame Simeon kissed him, deep, hard, and not letting Etienne up even when something cold and wet and did Etienne mention cold was smeared across his chest and down his stomach.
"Dessert looks good." At least Corin had given up on Etienne's feet for the moment; there was only so much he could take. "Messy, though."
"Yeah." Simeon drew back, rubbing a cream-covered thumb over Etienne's lips. "He does."
It was vanilla cheesecake, and Etienne only had enough time to wonder whether asking Simeon to please not get any in his hair would actually get the opposite response before Corin took the initiative and licked along the side of his stomach.
It tickled. Etienne tried to reach down to Corin, automatically, but Simeon caught his hands and pushed them back above his head. "Keep them there or I'll put the cuffs on you again. His belly-button's really ticklish, Corin."
Cheat! Betrayer! Basta-- oh god Simeon was going straight for his nipples, and Etienne wasn't sure whether he wanted to try and escape or just arch into it. He was almost disappointed when the tickling stopped-- even more so when he opened his eyes and saw the reason was that Simeon was busy making sure Corin didn't have any cheesecake stuck to the back of his throat.
They were, if he was to be honest about it, rather hot. They were also ignoring him.
"I think Etienne wants a taste." No longer ignoring him, but Corin was definitely laughing at him.
"Only if I get to lick it off you, darling." To which Corin's immediate response was to push two fingers into Etienne's mouth. He did his best to lick them clean in as obscene a way as possible, as a demonstration of how happy he'd be if they'd move on to the actual sex now, please.
"Who knew Etienne liked vanilla?" There couldn't be much cheesecake left, but that wasn't any reason for Simeon to be using his teeth. "You should fuck him, Corin."
Corin looked about as surprised as Etienne felt. "Why'd you say that? Not that I'm complaining."
Probably in some vain attempt to prove he wasn't jealous, Etienne assumed. Not that Simeon would admit that's what it was, of course. "Because you have the patience to make it nice and slow. More romantic that way, right, Etienne?"
The best he could do was make a muffled complaint around Corin's fingers. "Sounds good to me. Etienne, if you're about to say you don't want romance, you should know you're a really bad liar."
"Awful," Simeon added, just as Corin slid his fingers out of Etienne's mouth. "Really fucking terrible."
Etienne really needed them to stop conspiring against him. And possibly didn't want them to stop. "I don't want it slow."
"Corin's brand of slow is good enough to want," Simeon said, voice going low and husky. "Trust me."
He would tell Simeon to fuck off, and that he doesn't trust him, but they might really be able to tell when Etienne's lying. "And what will you do?"
"What do you want me to do?"
Even with Corin's fingers making slow circles on his skin, drifting across his thigh, Etienne could think of any number of suggestions. "Watch me." Because that was the most important thing, everything else was secondary as long as they'd just keep looking at him.
"Wouldn't miss it." Simeon's fingers stroked through his hair-- and he probably was getting it a right mess but Corin had found the lube and Etienne couldn't really worry about anything, not even his hair, at a time like this. "You didn't say just watch."
No, he really hadn't, and he certainly wasn't going to complain about whatever Simeon had planned. "Yes," he said, half in general agreement with Simeon, half because Corin had just pushed a finger inside of him-- one, single, solitary, not nearly enough.
"Do you mind if I gag him for a little bit, Corin?"
"Go right ahead."
Etienne absolutely agreed with Corin, and not just because he kept running his nails over Etienne's skin. Gag meant blowjob meant getting Simeon naked, or at least more naked. Those trousers were rather nicely fitted but completely in the way.
Simeon caught Etienne's hands before they could make their way to his waistband. "Don't make me fetch the cuffs," he said, not really that much of a threat as far as Etienne was concerned, and then he pinned Etienne's wrists above his head and kissed him.
Gently. Too-gently, not the way Simeon or anyone else ever kissed Etienne, not the way he wanted it, or not the way he should want it except they kept making Etienne want things, the pair of them. He was going to give them such a piece of his mind-- as soon as Corin stopped doing magical things with his fingers, maybe. At some point in the future, anyway.
Not at the point where Simeon pulled away, because Etienne was too busy wanting more. Corin's fingers were moving so slow, but he was leaving little bitemarks across Etienne's skin at the same time and Simeon was above Etienne, looking down. "Do you want--"
"Yes."
Whatever it was, yes. Simeon didn't even bother finishing the sentence, just pulled back a little, undid his shirt (nicer than he usually wore, too many buttons rip it off already), and then moved onto the trousers. He had to wriggle his hips to get them off, and Etienne could see he wasn't the only one enjoying that view.
No underwear at all, which Etienne didn't mind at all. It wasn't as if he'd ever manage to get Simeon into something nice. Simeon used his hair to guide him, as if Etienne couldn't manage to suck cock hands-free all by himself.
It was nice, though. He could have pulled harder, but it was nice, Simeon fucking his mouth slow and gentle. It gave Etienne something to think about other than how much he wanted Corin to stop fucking teasing.
"If you didn't have your mouth full right now," Simeon asked, stroking his cheek, "exactly how desperately would you be begging for Corin to fuck you?"
"Do you think I should take pity on him?" Corin asked.
Yes, please, now. "I think you should fuck him. Don't know about taking pity on him."
Oh for fuck's sake, Etienne wanted to say, and was tempted to actually stop sucking Simeon's cock long enough to do so, but then Corin twisted his fingers in a particularly nice way and drove them deep. Etienne's eyes rolled back as he groaned around Simeon's cock; Corin really knew how to walk the line between teasing and delivery.
"I think he wants you to do that again." Simeon sounded like he was laughing at Etienne, which was fine, as long as he was encouraging Corin to keep going. Corin did, fucking Etienne with his fingers, until he couldn't really concentrate on Simeon's cock anymore, just relax his throat and let Simeon fuck his mouth and god, he might come just from this, any second now--
Which of course was the moment that Corin stopped. Simeon gently pulled Etienne off his cock, but now he could say something Etienne couldn't seem to find the words, let alone put them into sentences.
"Incoherent is a good look for him." he heard Simeon say, as the two of them urged him from his back to his hands and knees, with touches and kisses and words that didn't do a damn thing for Etienne's scrambled mind. Not that he minded, because hands and knees meant fucking, unless-- unless there was more teasing in store-- but somehow he couldn't imagine that. (The fact that he couldn't imagine much else, either, didn't even enter into what passed for his thoughts.)
Corin's hand trailed up Etienne's thigh. "Incoherent is kind of what I was aiming for."
Etienne felt like maybe he might be approaching a point where he could actually form words again, so he went from hands to elbows and stuck his ass out as prominently as he could.
Simeon laughed in a delighted sort of way and Corin bit one of Etienne's ass cheeks. Not hard, just, good, so fucking good, and somehow this time was even better than the ginger and Etienne hadn't figured any sex would ever top that but this-- this--
This was Corin's cock pressed in the cleft of his ass, slick and teasing and all Etienne could do was groan brokenly and push back, desperate.
Either Corin took pity on him or was impatient or-- something, it didn't honestly matter because that was Corin's cock pressing inside of him, slow, slow; Simeon's hands on Etienne's face, in his hair, pulling his head up. Etienne looked up at him helplessly, shaking with fine tremors, and Simeon kissed him.
It was gentle and wonderful and, frankly, a little terrifying and why on earth wasn't Corin moving already? And then he was, but still so slow, only making everything worse and when Simeon pulled away the only thing that came out of Etienne's mouth was more, more.
"You want us to tease you more?" Corin said, with a little shift of his hips that made Etienne shake.
Simeon laughed, low and hungry. "You look so good together." And maybe he'd said something else but Etienne got stuck on that, Corin fucking him and Simeon watching them, wanting them, yes, please. "You don't even know what you're saying yes to anymore. Besides, if I fuck your mouth I won't be able to hear you beg."
He moved away, then, and Etienne nearly begged him to stay, just to keep watching, but Corin tugged his hair lightly, neatly distracting. "If he gets this worked up just watching me tease you, imagine how much fun we're going to have teasing him."
"Are you still going to be all smug when I'm fucking you into Etienne?" Simon asked, putting some rather wonderful images into Etienne's already over-active imagination.
"Of course." Corin's fingers tangled in Etienne's hair, close to the scalp. "Because I get to be in the middle of you two."
Enough teasing already. "Less talking," he said, taking advantage of the fact that Corin's grip on his hair wasn't as tight as it could have been and moving himself, since Corin wouldn't. "More doing."
Taking his own advice, he ignored whatever it was Corin was saying in response-- probably something about waiting or patience and just fucked himself on Corin's cock until Corin pulled his hair hard enough that he had to hold still.
Even if Corin wasn't managing that part too well himself-- Etienne imagined that was Simeon's fault. Didn't really have to imagine, not with the tell-tale combination of sounds and Simeon making lovely, sexy threats as to what would happen if they didn't both stop wriggling.
The way they were going, Etienne didn't think the lack of a reach-around was really going to matter either way, but he did appreciate the way Simeon's voice dropped into a growl when he said it.
There were an awkward couple of moments at first, where Corin's hips jerked and Simeon swore, trying to work out where everyone's legs were going, and then Etienne could only moan happily as the rhythm settled into something quite familiar.
It was disconcerting and absolutely fantastic-- Corin's cock, Corin's fingers digging into his hips, but Simeon's rhythm, the slow pace he used when he was trying to draw things out, getting faster little by little because Simeon, like Etienne, got impatient.
Simeon was saying something to Corin, too low for Etienne to hear, but the tone was enough of a warning to brace himself-- he didn't know Corin's voice that well, at least not yet, and wasn't that a lovely word? Yet.
It was a good thing he had-- Simeon moved with all the urgency you might expect from someone who'd been watching Etienne and Corin together, and Etienne felt it in Corin's thrusts and his desperate grip on Etienne's body and his half-formed complaints.
It would probably be really mean to tie Simeon up and make him watch Etienne and Corin together, and they should absolutely do it; it was going to be fantastic. Everything came together in that moment-- Corin's hands on his skin and Simeon's swearing and the smell of sex in the air and Etienne's wonderful mental image of them all together.
Next time, we're filming this, he thought, and really even if he'd wanted to there wasn't time to warn them before he came.
The next few moments were something of a blur, but they were a blur that eventually resolved into a sweaty pile of Corin and Simeon on top of Etienne, which was fine by him. "Cheat," Simeon said, grazing a kiss across his cheek.
"Some people would take that as a compliment, you know," Etienne answered, stifling a yawn. "Besides, all's fair in love and war."
He didn't quite realised what he'd said until Corin laughed softly, kissed him and asked "In orgasmus veritas?" Which surely wasn't even real Latin, and it was just a saying, anyway, it didn't mean--
Simeon cut across his flustered attempts at a reply with another kiss. "Go to sleep, Etienne. I promise to fuck you in the shower in the morning."
Etienne gave up, and buried his face in the nearest pillow.
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So when the knock on the door came, he figured it was probably Corin and flung it open gleefully and ended up pinned to the wall by a kiss from Etienne.
Not that he minded, or anything. In no way could he mind the feel of pleather under his fingertips, and the lace underneath that when he slid his hand lower.
Etienne grinned; not a damn hair out of place. Well, Simeon could fix that. Even if there was a Corin in Simeon's head saying, talk to him.
"So, I bought handcuffs."
"Etienne--"
"No." Etienne sounded as childish and mulish as Simeon had ever heard him. He wasn't even pouting prettily, either. "I can't believe you'd leave me stranded without sex for two weeks. Two whole weeks! You're going to take the handcuffs and you're going to use them or I-- I--"
Even as Etienne struggled for some consequence suitable, the only thing that Simeon heard was that Etienne hadn't been laid in two weeks. "You went without sex for--"
"Without sex from you," Etienne said, but the tone was all backpedaling. "It's not like I don't have other people to fuck. You're not my only source of cock, darling." The little finger-flick he gave with the last bit cinched it: Etienne only camped it up when he was stretching the truth. (Or flirting, but this was not flirting.)
"Right." Simeon pulled Etienne into his apartment, closing the door firmly behind him. It was the middle of the day so none of his roommates were home, thank God. They didn't mind that he was gay, but they were both prudish and wont to object to any sort of PDA.
"Right," Etienne agreed, like Simeon hadn't been sarcastic with his. He sat next to Simeon on the bed, leaning in, fluttering his eyelashes. "So we can fuck now, then? Assuming you're not going to go all hot and cold on me again."
It suddenly struck Simeon that perhaps Corin was a little bit right. Damn him, anyway. "Yeah."
"Don't sound so enthused." Etienne pressed a kiss to Simeon's cheek, then stood up and straddled Simeon's lap. Between them he set down a black plastic bag. "Handcuffs."
Instead of reaching for the bag, Simeon pushed his fingers through Etienne's long hair, grabbing the ends and tugging just enough to make Etienne groan. "What makes you think I need handcuffs?"
"I didn't--" Etienne tried, and Simeon pulled a little harder. His mouth fell open, a low groan, head tilting back a little to expose his neck.
Simeon took the implicit invitation and leaned foward-- cupping his other hand around Etienne's ass to keep him from falling off-- to lick from Etienne's exposed collar bone up to his earlobe. Etienne loved it, of course, but he squirmed, so obviously wanting more.
"You're such a whore for me." Simeon said the words unthinkingly, and then thought oh fuck but to no end; Etienne just squirmed more and gasped out a needy yes.
Alright then, Simeon thought, and leaned back to push Etienne onto the bed, onto his stomach. Crawling up he straddled Etienne's hips, pressing his cock through the layers of clothing between the cheeks of Etienne's ass. The way Etienne shuddered underneath him was all kinds of beautiful.
"I could just do this." Simeon fisted a hand in Etienne's hair, pulling his head back and to the side. He licked and bit and sucked the pale skin there, delighting in the way Etienne squirmed eagerly at first and then found some sort of rhythm in grinding against the bed.
That decided it. Simeon pulled away enough to where he could reach the lubricant, and on the way back stood on his knees to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He didn't bother with the shirt; Etienne wasn't going to have a chance to do anything.
The skirt was short enough that Simeon didn't even have to flip it up; he just coated his cock with lube and wiped the excess between Etienne's wriggling thighs. He leaned one hand on Etienne's lower back, fisting the other in his hair again and leaning over to whisper in his ear. "You're going to keep your legs closed for once. Got it?"
Etienne nodded shallowly-- as much as Simeon's hand in his hair would allow-- and actually quit wriggling.
Simeon took a deep breath. He hadn't done this since highschool, but he remembered it fondly. "Good boy," he said, absently, as he pushed his cock between Etienne's clenched thighs. The bottom of the pleated pleather skirt rubbed the sensitive flesh, and Etienne sure as fuck waxed because Simeon didn't feel any stubble anywhere.
Smooth, the whole way through, and tight. Every thrust just pressed Etienne's hips down against the bed; he was wriggling his hips now, panting with his mouth hanging open, hands on the bed lifting his upper half up for a better angle. Ah, ah, ah, so gorgeous, perfect like this.
He came way too quickly because-- he didn't even know, he just did, with a choked groan and pulling his cock out just in time to shoot over the back of the skirt. Etienne would complain, but he always found something to complain about and Simeon could see nothing wrong with the way it shined, caught the light with the minute motions of Etienne's hips. But Simeon wasn't holding him down anymore, and the motion abruptly took on a desperate air.
"Ah, bastard--"
Incoherent was a good look for Etienne, Simeon thought. "Mmm. Did I leave you hanging?"
"Asshole." Etienne rolled over.
He reached down to touch himself, but Simeon caught his hands. "Do you still want the cuffs?"
Etienne looked to the side, at the discarded bag, and that was without a doubt a yes, although he just licked his lips and spat out an unconvincing whatever.
Simeon fetched the bag and pulled the cuffs out. They were ridiculous things, purple leather and padded on the inside, with a long chain joining them. Simeon didn't have a headboard on his bed that he could use, but with the length of that chain he might be able to...
"Sit up." Etienne did, and Simeon looped the chain around Etienne's back. Perfect length. "Cross your arms over your stomach. Like a straight jacket."
"Make me," Etienne said, like-- like himself-- and so Simeon got one cuff on easily and spent a good five minutes wrestling Etienne into the other. Etienne would be able to undo the buckles, if his hands were together, but crossed that way-- he was well and truly trapped. He squirmed, but not like he wanted to get away.
He made a pretty picture, all dressed up and panting, cheeks red with exertion. And arousal; Simeon slid his hand under Etienne's skirt and pushed the panties down so he could wrap fingers around Etienne's erection. Etienne rocked his hips into Simeon's hand, gasping desperately and making a whining noise in the back of his throat.
"Look at you," Simeon said, smiling, squeezing. "Who knew all it took to get you pliant was a pair of handcuffs."
Etienne made a noise, maybe protest, maybe pleasure. Maybe both. Simeon sped up a little and the noise this time was definitely pleasure, so he tightened his grip. Etienne arched his back, his hips, body shaking with the effort, mouth hanging open and head back. He came like that, all over Simeon's hand and the skirt, hips dropping down against the bed as his entire body convulsed with pleasure.
So, handcuffs were in.
And Etienne apparently really did have a thing for Simeon.
Damn it, why did Corin have to be so fucking right about everything?
"Etienne came over yesterday," Simeon said, the next time he saw Corin. "I-- you might have been sort of right, there."
"You talked?"
"There was talking." Corin laughed, which made Simeon feel about as transparent as cling wrap. "Well, I wanted to talk, but he had these handcuffs..."
"Right," Corin said, a smile still playing on his lips like-- himself. "And you couldn't have talked with him after?"
Of course not, Simeon nearly said, but caught himself in time. They could have talked after, but... well, whatever. "I can talk to him another time," Simeon said, waving his hand. "It's not like he's going to stop coming over."
"That's because you've trained him," Corin's fingers slid up Simeon's arm, and he smiled. "It's like a dog-- you keep fucking him every time he shows up, so he's getting positive reinforcement for his acting out. If you want him to stop, you have to stop."
Corin's explanation sounded entirely too logical and-- something. Simeon had trouble thinking when Corin was so close and not doing anything particularly sexual but still touching. He felt sixteen again, instead of in the middle of his twenties. "Yeah? So?"
"So, don't complain to me when he shows up for sex again. You have to quit giving it to him or he'll keep expecting it."
"Mmmm." Corin's fingers were rubbing gently back and forth over the sensitive skin on the inside of Simeon's elbow.
"I think you need incentive."
Simeon didn't like the gleam in Corin's eye one fucking bit. "Incentive?" Why did he get the feeling he was going to regret this as soon as Corin provided some incentive?
"No more fucking me until you talk to him."
Now that was just downright mean. Simeon wished he didn't think Corin was serious. "What?"
"We're not having sex again until you've talked with Etienne about the whole poly thing. I'd talk to him, but I'm not the one he's in love with."
Fuck was the only thought in Simeon's head. Over and over. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.
Corin just smiled. "I should go home-- I have a design due tomorrow, and you have a conversation to have."
"Don't I get a goodbye kiss?" Simeon felt wretched-- no sex with Corin for an indeterminate amount of time, when he'd already gone without for-- a while. Days!
"Maybe," Corin said, and pressed a kiss against Simeon's cheek. "That good?"
Etienne thought that Simeon was a tease, but he'd not yet gotten acquainted with Corin's particular brand of oh you fucking bastard teasing so-- Simeon watched Corin go, eyes on that round ass and the way his skinny jeans clung like spandex-- he was fucked. So very fucked.
Or not, as it were.
Since they so rarely met for anything but sex and if Simeon rang Etienne he'd automatically assume it was a booty-call, the only way he could think of getting Etienne in relative public was to go to the shop.
Not during Etienne's lunch-break. He was fairly sure Corin wouldn't think that counted. He went in the morning instead. Etienne would still flirt with him and probably try to feel him up, because Etienne had a skewed view of what was appropriate in public, but he wouldn't be able to pull Simeon into the changing rooms for a quickie during working hours.
Probably.
Simeon had a couple of times before managed to sneak up on Etienne by way of checking through the front if he was occupied and slipping in when he was looking the other way. This time he was on the phone when Simeon carefully closed the shop door behind him. The shop wasn't entirely empty: Etienne was watching a couple of customers browsing on the far side of the shop while he gabbered away.
"--picked up her special order this morning. You wouldn't believe it but the colour is even more hideous on-- no, no, she loved it. Speaking of awful, I hate to admit you were right but guess what I sold two more of just now?" Etienne twisted his hair around a finger and laughed into the phone. "If by quirky you mean unflattering, yes. How did it go last night? Oh? Told you the green made your tits look fantastic."
Simeon decided that was enough at that point (not that it counted as eavesdropping when Etienne wasn't even trying to avoid being overheard), and stepped deliberately into Etienne's line of vision.
Predictably, Etienne smiled, in a way that said he was thinking about sex, or thinking he was about to get some. "Sorry, Maman, I have a customer. Call you at lunch? Kisses to you too." The phone dropped straight onto the desk. "You're early, Simeon. My lunch break isn't for at least an hour."
"I'm not here for lunch." Really, was the idea of them doing something other than sex strange enough for Etienne to get that look on his face? "I just wanted to talk."
One of the other customers decided that that was her cue to come up to the till. "Hold that thought," Etienne said, with a flick of his fingers, and spent the next five minutes wrapping things and flirting blatantly. The other customer was still fingering bras. Simeon wasn't sure whether the relative lack of privacy was a blessing or a curse.
"Do you have to flirt with the customers?" was not what Simeon had been intending as an opener, but it was what came to mind once the door closed behind the woman.
"People like the personal touch." Etienne tapped his fingers on the counter, looking, if anything, suspicious "What do you mean, talk?"
Yes, she'd certainly seemed interested in getting some personal touching. "Talk, as in, maybe I could buy you some lunch and we could talk about-- things." Like, not that Simeon could manage to voice the thought out loud Corin thinks you're in love with me and I'm sort of leaning towards thinking he's right, even though you've got a fucking funny way of showing it. Like just because I'm dating him doesn't mean I'm happy about the thought of you with anyone else but us, even though he knew that made him a hypocrite. "Us things."
Etienne kept tapping, slow and steady. "Why? You and I don't talk. What's the ulterior motive, darli-- this is Corin's idea, isn't it."
Why did Simeon have the feeling he was going to regret telling the truth. "Yes, but--"
"Get out," Etienne snapped. "And tell Corin I can feel sorry for myself."
Etienne could be such a contrary brat. "I certainly don't feel sorry for you."
"You're too busy being wrapped around Corin's little finger to feel a thing for me."
Simeon wondered if Etienne quite realised what he'd just said. Probably not, he was too busy being pink-cheeked and outraged. "I thought you liked it that way. It's the same for you, right?"
If he hadn't believed Corin before, Etienne's look of shock would have clinched it. "I-- right. Of course, darling. The only thing I'm feeling right now is a little annoyed at you for wasting my time."
The look on his face, and the fact that he really was an incredibly bad liar. "So you'd rather I came back for lunch and fucked you silly in the changing rooms?" Simeon lowered his voice to say it, even though the remaining customer was still on the far side of the shop.
Possibly he shouldn't have taken that out-- but it was almost painful to see that look on Etienne's face. The second Simeon changed the subject to sex, on the other hand, he went back to being the Etienne that Simeon knew and-- knew. Bright smile, "I wouldn't say no, gorgeous."
"Do you ever?" Simeon countered, and all was right with the world again, apart from the nagging feeling that he'd actually just kind of fucked up there.
"Not to you," Etienne said, and then just stopped, like he'd realized what he'd said. His cheeks went pink again. "Are you planning on staying until my lunch break? I can think of better things to do, if so."
"No," Simeon said, too quickly. "I"ll be back in an hour."
He wondered, as he went to go get some actual lunch, if this counted as talking. He'd tried at least, and surely that made it count, if nothing else? But Corin could be so finnicky sometimes.
But at this rate Simeon was as likely to get real conversation from Etienne as he was blood from a stone. If Corin wanted more, he could do it himself.
Etienne smiled at the message on his phone. Perhaps Simeon had gotten the point and given up on the talking thing, then. If he wanted to do that, well, that was what he had Corin for, and Etienne was very happy for them.
Not that Simeon had wanted to talk to Etienne. Not that Etienne wanted Simeon to want to talk to him, but if Etienne did want something like that then he'd want Simeon to want it himself and not do it because Corin had told him to.
Not that Etienne did. Want that. Which was why he was happy that the message didn't say we need to talk but instead the much more sensible Get your ass over here and bring the handcuffs.
Which he would do, as soon as he finished picking out an outfit. It just wouldn't do to turn up not looking his best, after all, and if he ever did turn up in under two hours Simeon might think there was something wrong. He wanted to look eager, not desperate.
He knew just the skirt for the job, too. It was short, flimsy (Simeon had ripped one of these off him once, lucky he'd bookmarked the website), sparkly and obnoxiously orange. If Simeon complained about the colour, Etienne could just remind him he'd torn the black one, the last time that Etienne had been much more than two hours late to a booty call.
Fair enough; that had actually been Etienne's fault. He'd been on the other side of town with a guy who'd turned out to be a vastly inferior lay when the call came, and hadn't thought to check his messages until he was already on the way home.
The resulting sex had been fantastic, but even as gorgeous as Simeon was when he was mad, Etienne had decided it was too much risk. What if he missed out on fantastic sex because he'd been having mediocre sex somewhere else?
When he'd looked at it that way, a couple of his semi-regular fucks simply hadn't made the cut. Others had just drifted away. It wasn't like he was making any sort of commitment, just maximising the time he spent having hot sex with someone who knew how to push all his buttons. He hadn't said anything to Simeon, so as not to give him the wrong idea.
God, why was he even thinking about that?
Oh, right, the skirt. And Simeon's jealous streak, which now he had Corin around was going to give Etienne any amount of chances to rile Simeon up. He dug out a simple white strappy tank-top-- wouldn't want to distract from the full-on sluttiness of the skirt, after all-- and the panties that had come with the skirt Simeon had ruined.
That left him with, a quick glance at the clock showed, plenty of time to fuss over hair and make-up. In fact, by the time he parked opposite Simeon's building, he was almost early.
He spent two minutes checking his make-up in the car mirror just in case.
The door opened almost as soon as he buzzed, which wasn't exactly usual; and it was Corin who grabbed him by the hand and yanked him over the threshold for a kiss, which was definitely unusual but rather pleasing, all the same, even if Corin's hand in his hair was decidedly more gentle than Etienne would prefer.
It was only when the kiss broke and he realised that there was still no Simeon in sight that he thought that possibly, there might be something weird going on.
"Did you bring the handcuffs?" Corin asked, and Etienne decided that whatever was going on, he approved of it. He nodded and followed Corin through to the bedroom, where there was still no Simeon but whatever. There was Corin, Etienne, handcuffs and a skirt-- if Simeon was missing out it was his own fault anyway, and ooh, wouldn't he be terribly jealous.
Etienne hoped so.
"How do you want me, gorgeous?" he asked, falling onto Simeon's bed in a way guaranteed to flash his panties at Corin.
"How did Simeon have you?"
The idea that Corin might have been jealous had never occurred to Etienne. But if it wasn't jealousy, then what was it? "You think you can do a better job than him?"
Corin just smiled, reached up and fisted a hand in Etienne's hair and pulled. "How. did. Simeon. have. you?"
Technically, Simeon had had Etienne even before he'd gotten Etienne into the handcuffs, but he decided to hold off on that tidbit of information for now, crossing his arms over his front. "Something like this. My bedroom's much better set up for bondage, you know." Although the thought of getting away with fucking on Simeon's bed while he was out rather made up for the lack of a proper headboard.
Since Corin was smaller than Simeon, too, Etienne let him put the cuffs on without too much struggling. He wondered what he looked like; that was the other thing Simeon's room lacked, proper mirrors.
"Right." Corin said, smiling. "Now we can talk."
Wait, what? "Please tell me that's a euphemism for something."
"It's a euphemism for, since subtle doesn't work on you, I have to actually tie you down in order to let you know that Simeon won't run screaming if you tell him you love him."
That was unfair! And not even really very true!. And none of Corin's business, anyway. Etienne opened his mouth to tell him all this, and then thought of something else, much more potentially awful, to worry about. "Where do you even-- wait, you didn't say something to him, did you?"
Corin petted Etienne's hair, which wasn't as nearly as calming as it could have been, given the circumstances. "I did say something to him, and he figured the rest out for himself based on the abundant evidence."
That was it, game over. Go directly to fuck no, do not pass go, do not ever look Simeon in the face again. "I-- what evidence." Etienne was not exactly writing poetry or mooning around like some lovestruck teenager.
"You take longer to get ready for sex than most people do for a date." Corin stuck his hand over Etienne's mouth when Etienne tried to protest that it wasn't like that at all. "You argue with him but only until he offers you attention or more sex. You lie about your sex life to try and make him jealous and get jealous and drunk-dial both of us. There's more, but but that's probably enough for starters."
Etienne hadn't-- well he might have exaggerated, a little, and when had he ever drunk-dialled? He didn't remember that. Then again, right after Simeon had broken it off with him and before the threesome, he had had what must have been a very enjoyable night out. He was assuming. It was all a bit hazy, really.
"Now, what sort of food do you want to eat? The three of us are going to eat dinner and talk and not fuck until we have some sort of general agreement worked out."
"General agreement?" Etienne asked, as soon as Corin had moved his hand.
"Mmm. For how to proceed. Now tell me what kind of food you want, darling," --that was totally unfair; Etienne didn't sound that lispy-- "or I'm going to have him stop by the Mediterranean place."
When, exactly, had this moved from handcuffs to dinner? "Lightly seared tuna with a side salad of mixed lettuces and herbs with chunks of tomato and mushroom. And some garlic-and-asparagus. Oh, and white wine." As long as Corin was asking, he might as well have something he could actually eat. "And tell Simeon if he spends under $50 on the wine I'm going to pour it down the drain."
"'What kind' does not mean an exact menu." Corin tugged Etienne's hair lightly. Tease. "If you like, though, you can give him your order yourself." When Etienne decided not to dignify that with a response, he just made a call-- presumably to Simeon. "Hi Sim. Yeah. Mostly behaving himself. You can go to the Mediterranean place, Etienne wants something with fish, some salad, and some white wine. Not exactly. Here--"
He held the phone to Etienne's ear. "All right," Simeon said. "What did you actually order, because I'm morbidly curious."
Etienne repeated his words, with some minor embellishment. Corin's hand holding the phone to his ear was shaking ever so slightly, so he made sure to enunciate, just in case Simeon wasn't getting the full effect.
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Yeah, fuck off." Either it was the line, or Simeon's voice was sounding terribly husky. "You'll take what you're given."
And saying things like that when he knew Etienne was tied up was definitely cheating, but before he could retort Corin took the phone away. "Are you discussing dinner or having phone sex?" he asked, merrily. "Oh? Then why is Etienne blushing?"
Whatever Simeon answered, it made Corin laugh. Etienne just did his best to look annoyed.
"Natural inclination, he says," Corin informed him, still laughing a bit. "Mmm. I'll do just that. See you soon. Bye." On hanging up he immediately ran a hand up Etienne's thigh to just shy of the panties, which made Etienne ever so hopeful.
"Have you given up on the not fucking?" he asked, wriggling appreciatively and spreading his legs as much as he could. "Because we absolutely have time for a quickie before Simeon gets back."
"I don't believe in quickies, when you actually have time for proper sex," was what Corin said. What he did, though. What he did was push his fingers a little higher, brushing the panties in a way that made Etienne shiver.
Proof that being a bastard was genetic. "It's not nice to tease, darling."
"Oh, I'll deliver," Corin said, in the same husk that Simeon had used. No doubt they had been conferring as to Etienne's preferences, which was a conversation Etienne was sad that he had missed.
Etienne wriggled, trying to get more than the teasing brush of Corin's fingertips. "You'll have to prove that."
"Do I?" Corin's fingers slipped inside of the panties, now, the backs of his fingers sweeping over the underside of Etienne's sack. The feeling was exquisite, so close to tickling and yet sexual enough that Etienne could enjoy it and Corin would be none the wiser.
In all honesty, Etienne would have loved to come up with something coherent to say-- some witty response, like Simeon would give-- but at that moment Corin pulled his fingers out of the panties. Etienne opened his mouth for a snappish remark and Corin raked his fingernails down the insides of his thighs, and Etienne just closed his eyes and moaned.
The next however long was Corin exploring him, touching and tasting as much as he could with Etienne still bound, making Etienne into a shaking, needy wreck. "Please," Etienne said, pumping his hips up against empty air. "Quit being such a fucking tease."
Corin's hand in his hair, tugging lightly. "Alright. Here, sit up, come over on my lap."
With help, Etienne managed it, and in short order he was straddling one of Corin's legs, his face buried in Corin's chest (why was Corin still wearing clothes-- argh) and his cock grinding against Corin's leg. He hadn't taken the panties off, either, they were still on and the skirt too and Etienne didn't care, not one bit. All he wanted to do was get off, with one of Corin's hands in the small of his back pressing down and the other cupped around the back of Etienne's neck and his arms still bound, crossed, restricting every breath.
"You're gorgeous." Corin's words whispered over Etienne's ear, and his mouth followed, teeth grazing lightly in a way that made Etienne's whole body jerk and caused him to lose the rhythm.
No, no, no, he thought desperately. Said it too, evidently, because then he felt another pair of hands on his back and heard Simeon say, "Yes, yes, yes, actually. Food's here; time to eat."
"And talk," Corin added, with a smug fuck-you smile.
Etienne decided to ignore that, because it wasn't as if they couldn't talk after. All he really needed was for Corin to hold still for a little. Or Simeon to move his hands and do something.
Not to pull him away from Corin, which was what he was actually doing. Etienne tilted his head back. "Simeon. Fuck me." That had to be what he was planning, right? He wouldn't actually be so evil as to leave Etienne like this, right?
"Don't give in, Simeon," Corin said. Because he was evil. "It'll be better if we make him wait, anyway."
Simeon nodded. No, that meant he was agreeing, why the fuck was he agreeing? "I suppose it won't kill him."
How, Etienne wondered, could they possibly be sure? "No, now is better."
Not that either of them paid him the slightest bit of attention, other than Simeon grabbing his hair to coax him to his feet and then steer him into the direction of the living room. "You look beautiful right now," Simeon said, which shouldn't please Etienne nearly so much, and he was going to say something right back only-- oh.
That had to be Simeon's rickety kitchen table, the one Etienne had never actually eaten at; only much improved with a proper tablecloth and actual candles, which Corin had gone ahead of them to light. There was even a vase with three red roses, which, really, how very cliche-- "You--"
"You're not going to cry, are you?" Simeon asked, half sounding like he was teasing, half like he was worried Etienne actually would.
As if he'd ever. "The only thing I'm going to weep at is the state of your education. Paper napkins, really?"
"Be nice," Corin called, from the table. "Or we won't undo the cuffs and you can spend dinner eating out of Simeon's hand, literally."
"I don't think it would suit his notions of romance." Simeon's hands lingered over Etienne's left wrist. "Well, Etienne?"
Not to his notions of romance, but it did make Etienne wonder if Corin read the same harem-boy novels that his mother kept buying and that Etienne might have flipped through once or twenty times. But that was probably best kept for another time. He wouldn't want to spoil the mood, after all. "You can untie me. I'll be good." Even though he was tempted to point out that Simeon actually rather liked him naughty.
"I'll believe that when I see it." Simeon removed the cuffs anyway, though, and Etienne swung his arms back and forth a couple of times before settling into the seat Corin was offering and smoothing down his skirt-- not that there was much of it in need of smoothing.
It was strange to feel so nervous-- Etienne didn't get nervous, because he usually managed to make sure he didn't get put in situations where he'd ever feel nervous. The feeling compounded somehow, like building on itself, as neither Simeon nor Corin said anything particularly noteworthy while they guided Etienne to his seat. Corin even pulled out the chair for him, like a girl or something and now he felt embarrassed too, uncomfortably flustered.
"Look, he's blushing," Simeon said, traitor that he so obviously was.
"It's just warmer in here." Etienne resisted the urge to feel his own cheeks, because that would be acknowledging the fact that he probably was blushing. "Kitchens are the warmest part of the house, and all."
"That's only if you're actually cooking in them." Corin took his seat, and for the first time-- it had been rather dark in the bedroom-- Etienne realized that he was wearing a button-up shirt. A freshly pressed button-up shirt, if the stiff lines of it were anything to go by.
"You dressed up."
At least Etienne knew what it took to get Corin to blush, now, even if Simeon did swoop in to Corin's rescue. "That's because he wanted to look his best when I ask this-- will you date us, Etienne?"
If he hadn't been blushing before, that would have done it. He'd never imagined-- well, he had, but it had involved Simeon in an army uniform and shiny black leather boots, and that was beside the point. He didn't know what to say-- how did they expect him to say anything sensible, anyway, when he was still all wound up from Corin's teasing? "If I say yes can we skip to the sex now?"
It wasn't exactly romantic, but it did make Simeon laugh. "No." Corin said, because he was a tease. "You need to agree to communicate with us, if we're going to have a relationship."
Etienne was communicating. Right now he was communicating that he really wanted to come, that was all. "You can communicate with sex." Etienne would much prefer that to talking personally.
Corin didn't look even a tiny bit convinced by this argument. "So if Simeon and I were to spend enough time together-- without you-- that you started to get jealous, you'd, what? Dress in drag and buy new bondage gear?"
Well, maybe. Not that the cuffs this time had been new, he'd found them at the back of one of his drawers. "He'd probably get a pedicure, too." Simeon chimed in, and Etienne found himself suddenly glad he'd gone for boots with the skirt, closed-toes and all.
"Oh! Let's see your feet then, Etienne." Corin looked far too pleased with himself. "Just to cinch the deal, since you don't feel like talking."
Etienne curled his feet up under the chair, because even just the thought of Corin and Simeon playing with his feet was doing terrible things to his self control. "Fine. Let's talk."
Corin looked at Simeon, expression positively smug. "Told you. You owe me a fancy dinner."
"What?" Etienne said, at the same time that Simeon said, "I'm not sure this counts as willingly."
"I didn't say he had to be enthusiastic about it. Are you willing to talk, Etienne?" Corin asked, sweetly.
More willing than he was to let them see his feet and then spend far too much time trying to explain that he'd only got them done to cheer himself up, really. "Yes. You bet on me?"
"You see? Willing." Corin evidently wasn't about to explain anything to Etienne. "So no welshing. He's all yours, go ahead."
Simeon snorted. "Don't phrase it like that, you'll get his hopes up. When I say 'date', Etienne, I mean exclusively. Are you okay with that?"
Maybe he'd just not mention how long it had been since he'd had sex with anybody since Simeon or Corin. Not for lack of offers, of course. "Yes, as long as you two make sure not to leave me deprived--" That had been a bad choice of words; Simeon was looking smug, he probably still remembered Etienne's little slip of the tongue that other time. "Don't give me that look. I happen to have a very high libido."
"In other words, you happen to be a slut." Which Simeon never said to Etienne except to make it sound like a compliment.
"Yes, and you happen to like it."
Corin laughed. "I suppose this technically counts as progress. What I want is for you guys to promise to actually say something if you're feeling jealous-- or deprived, instead of expressing yourselves through bickering and bondage gear." His lips quirked a bit. Oh, sure, laugh at Etienne's suffering. "And to do stuff like this-- eat dinner together, I mean, not tie Etienne up and tease him while Simeon fetches me food, although that's fun too." He reached over the table for the wine-- which knowing Simeon had come out of the bargain bin, if not some trash heap piled outside the shop, and smiled at Etienne. "Your turn."
"My turn what?"
"Your turn to say something soppy," Simeon said, over the top of Corin's "Your turn to tell us what you want."
As Etienne opened his mouth, Simeon added, "Other than the obvious, Etienne."
"I wasn't going to say anything about sex, actually." Etienne lied.
Simeon just smirked at him. "My apologies, then. Go on, don't let me stop you."
Damn, now he had to come up with something quickly that didn't sound too embarrassing. "Come visit me at the shop sometimes-- I don't mean it like that!" Not that he would mind a few more visits for 'lunch', but Simeon didn't have to look at him like Etienne thought about sex all the time. "It's just-- you'll get to see each other all the time at uni." And probably had sex in the classrooms, not anything Etienne'd ever gotten to do, what with one thing and another. And now Etienne was probably sounding clingy, great, just what he wanted. It was Simeon's fault for making him come up with something on the spot.
"Okay," Corin said, while Simeon nodded and looked like he was plotting something, probably to come visit Etienne and then withhold sex like that was making some sort of point. "Anything else?"
Wasn't that enough? "Next time we have dinner I'm buying the wine."
"You haven't even tasted it," Simeon said, as if Etienne even needed to.
"My nail polish remover is a better quality source of alcohol," Etienne informed him, which was only the tiniest bit of an exaggeration. "And at least that's actually French."
"Why does it have to be French?" Corin said at the same time Simeon asked "Can we fuck him now, Corin?"
Etienne happened to like French wine, but that was a lot less important than what Simeon was saying. "Yes!"
But Corin was still such a tease. "No. We haven't finished eating yet. And there's still dessert to come."
"By dessert I hope you're referring to something you're planning to lick off my naked body." He'd very nearly finished his dinner-- or at least moved enough of it around the plate that it looked that way-- but Etienne didn't think he could possibly survive another course.
"Cheesecake and Etienne." Simeon said, and grinned. "I hope you realise that this plan doesn't really get you fucked any quicker, it just gives us another way to tease you."
Etienne didn't really think either of them were going to hold out that long once they got their hands (and tongues) on Etienne's body. "Mmm, okay." Because Simeon had said us which meant both of them, holding him down and licking him. That sounded pretty good to him.
"You get the cheesecake, I'll get the Etienne," Corin said, not that Etienne intended to play hard-to-get right now, or to be fair, ever. "Table's probably not that sturdy; want to move it to the bedroom?"
"Bedroom." Which was totally what Etienne would have suggested if Simeon hadn't gotten there first. Instead, he didn't put up any sort of fight when Corin led him back to the bedroom, losing items of (Etienne's) clothing on the way.
Although he should have thought twice-- once probably would have done-- about letting Corin take his boots off. Etienne wasn't really thinking, though, and didn't want to-- sex now, panic about relationships later.
So he'd laid back and just enjoyed the feeling of Corin's hands and his lips, let himself be bossed into position and didn't really connect Corin saying "Looks like Simeon was right," to anything in particular until Corin ran his nails lightly over the sole of Etienne's foot and added "The colour doesn't match your skirt, though."
Well, Etienne'd known that. But before he could deny whatever it was he was supposed to be denying right now-- he was sure there was something-- Corin pressed harder against the arch of his foot and Etienne moaned, caught off guard, and then felt himself flush bright red.
There were right and wrong times to be sounding that eager.
To make matters worse, that was the moment Simeon chose to reappear. "Is there anything you won't get off on?"
Luckily, before Etienne could die of shame Simeon kissed him, deep, hard, and not letting Etienne up even when something cold and wet and did Etienne mention cold was smeared across his chest and down his stomach.
"Dessert looks good." At least Corin had given up on Etienne's feet for the moment; there was only so much he could take. "Messy, though."
"Yeah." Simeon drew back, rubbing a cream-covered thumb over Etienne's lips. "He does."
It was vanilla cheesecake, and Etienne only had enough time to wonder whether asking Simeon to please not get any in his hair would actually get the opposite response before Corin took the initiative and licked along the side of his stomach.
It tickled. Etienne tried to reach down to Corin, automatically, but Simeon caught his hands and pushed them back above his head. "Keep them there or I'll put the cuffs on you again. His belly-button's really ticklish, Corin."
Cheat! Betrayer! Basta-- oh god Simeon was going straight for his nipples, and Etienne wasn't sure whether he wanted to try and escape or just arch into it. He was almost disappointed when the tickling stopped-- even more so when he opened his eyes and saw the reason was that Simeon was busy making sure Corin didn't have any cheesecake stuck to the back of his throat.
They were, if he was to be honest about it, rather hot. They were also ignoring him.
"I think Etienne wants a taste." No longer ignoring him, but Corin was definitely laughing at him.
"Only if I get to lick it off you, darling." To which Corin's immediate response was to push two fingers into Etienne's mouth. He did his best to lick them clean in as obscene a way as possible, as a demonstration of how happy he'd be if they'd move on to the actual sex now, please.
"Who knew Etienne liked vanilla?" There couldn't be much cheesecake left, but that wasn't any reason for Simeon to be using his teeth. "You should fuck him, Corin."
Corin looked about as surprised as Etienne felt. "Why'd you say that? Not that I'm complaining."
Probably in some vain attempt to prove he wasn't jealous, Etienne assumed. Not that Simeon would admit that's what it was, of course. "Because you have the patience to make it nice and slow. More romantic that way, right, Etienne?"
The best he could do was make a muffled complaint around Corin's fingers. "Sounds good to me. Etienne, if you're about to say you don't want romance, you should know you're a really bad liar."
"Awful," Simeon added, just as Corin slid his fingers out of Etienne's mouth. "Really fucking terrible."
Etienne really needed them to stop conspiring against him. And possibly didn't want them to stop. "I don't want it slow."
"Corin's brand of slow is good enough to want," Simeon said, voice going low and husky. "Trust me."
He would tell Simeon to fuck off, and that he doesn't trust him, but they might really be able to tell when Etienne's lying. "And what will you do?"
"What do you want me to do?"
Even with Corin's fingers making slow circles on his skin, drifting across his thigh, Etienne could think of any number of suggestions. "Watch me." Because that was the most important thing, everything else was secondary as long as they'd just keep looking at him.
"Wouldn't miss it." Simeon's fingers stroked through his hair-- and he probably was getting it a right mess but Corin had found the lube and Etienne couldn't really worry about anything, not even his hair, at a time like this. "You didn't say just watch."
No, he really hadn't, and he certainly wasn't going to complain about whatever Simeon had planned. "Yes," he said, half in general agreement with Simeon, half because Corin had just pushed a finger inside of him-- one, single, solitary, not nearly enough.
"Do you mind if I gag him for a little bit, Corin?"
"Go right ahead."
Etienne absolutely agreed with Corin, and not just because he kept running his nails over Etienne's skin. Gag meant blowjob meant getting Simeon naked, or at least more naked. Those trousers were rather nicely fitted but completely in the way.
Simeon caught Etienne's hands before they could make their way to his waistband. "Don't make me fetch the cuffs," he said, not really that much of a threat as far as Etienne was concerned, and then he pinned Etienne's wrists above his head and kissed him.
Gently. Too-gently, not the way Simeon or anyone else ever kissed Etienne, not the way he wanted it, or not the way he should want it except they kept making Etienne want things, the pair of them. He was going to give them such a piece of his mind-- as soon as Corin stopped doing magical things with his fingers, maybe. At some point in the future, anyway.
Not at the point where Simeon pulled away, because Etienne was too busy wanting more. Corin's fingers were moving so slow, but he was leaving little bitemarks across Etienne's skin at the same time and Simeon was above Etienne, looking down. "Do you want--"
"Yes."
Whatever it was, yes. Simeon didn't even bother finishing the sentence, just pulled back a little, undid his shirt (nicer than he usually wore, too many buttons rip it off already), and then moved onto the trousers. He had to wriggle his hips to get them off, and Etienne could see he wasn't the only one enjoying that view.
No underwear at all, which Etienne didn't mind at all. It wasn't as if he'd ever manage to get Simeon into something nice. Simeon used his hair to guide him, as if Etienne couldn't manage to suck cock hands-free all by himself.
It was nice, though. He could have pulled harder, but it was nice, Simeon fucking his mouth slow and gentle. It gave Etienne something to think about other than how much he wanted Corin to stop fucking teasing.
"If you didn't have your mouth full right now," Simeon asked, stroking his cheek, "exactly how desperately would you be begging for Corin to fuck you?"
"Do you think I should take pity on him?" Corin asked.
Yes, please, now. "I think you should fuck him. Don't know about taking pity on him."
Oh for fuck's sake, Etienne wanted to say, and was tempted to actually stop sucking Simeon's cock long enough to do so, but then Corin twisted his fingers in a particularly nice way and drove them deep. Etienne's eyes rolled back as he groaned around Simeon's cock; Corin really knew how to walk the line between teasing and delivery.
"I think he wants you to do that again." Simeon sounded like he was laughing at Etienne, which was fine, as long as he was encouraging Corin to keep going. Corin did, fucking Etienne with his fingers, until he couldn't really concentrate on Simeon's cock anymore, just relax his throat and let Simeon fuck his mouth and god, he might come just from this, any second now--
Which of course was the moment that Corin stopped. Simeon gently pulled Etienne off his cock, but now he could say something Etienne couldn't seem to find the words, let alone put them into sentences.
"Incoherent is a good look for him." he heard Simeon say, as the two of them urged him from his back to his hands and knees, with touches and kisses and words that didn't do a damn thing for Etienne's scrambled mind. Not that he minded, because hands and knees meant fucking, unless-- unless there was more teasing in store-- but somehow he couldn't imagine that. (The fact that he couldn't imagine much else, either, didn't even enter into what passed for his thoughts.)
Corin's hand trailed up Etienne's thigh. "Incoherent is kind of what I was aiming for."
Etienne felt like maybe he might be approaching a point where he could actually form words again, so he went from hands to elbows and stuck his ass out as prominently as he could.
Simeon laughed in a delighted sort of way and Corin bit one of Etienne's ass cheeks. Not hard, just, good, so fucking good, and somehow this time was even better than the ginger and Etienne hadn't figured any sex would ever top that but this-- this--
This was Corin's cock pressed in the cleft of his ass, slick and teasing and all Etienne could do was groan brokenly and push back, desperate.
Either Corin took pity on him or was impatient or-- something, it didn't honestly matter because that was Corin's cock pressing inside of him, slow, slow; Simeon's hands on Etienne's face, in his hair, pulling his head up. Etienne looked up at him helplessly, shaking with fine tremors, and Simeon kissed him.
It was gentle and wonderful and, frankly, a little terrifying and why on earth wasn't Corin moving already? And then he was, but still so slow, only making everything worse and when Simeon pulled away the only thing that came out of Etienne's mouth was more, more.
"You want us to tease you more?" Corin said, with a little shift of his hips that made Etienne shake.
Simeon laughed, low and hungry. "You look so good together." And maybe he'd said something else but Etienne got stuck on that, Corin fucking him and Simeon watching them, wanting them, yes, please. "You don't even know what you're saying yes to anymore. Besides, if I fuck your mouth I won't be able to hear you beg."
He moved away, then, and Etienne nearly begged him to stay, just to keep watching, but Corin tugged his hair lightly, neatly distracting. "If he gets this worked up just watching me tease you, imagine how much fun we're going to have teasing him."
"Are you still going to be all smug when I'm fucking you into Etienne?" Simon asked, putting some rather wonderful images into Etienne's already over-active imagination.
"Of course." Corin's fingers tangled in Etienne's hair, close to the scalp. "Because I get to be in the middle of you two."
Enough teasing already. "Less talking," he said, taking advantage of the fact that Corin's grip on his hair wasn't as tight as it could have been and moving himself, since Corin wouldn't. "More doing."
Taking his own advice, he ignored whatever it was Corin was saying in response-- probably something about waiting or patience and just fucked himself on Corin's cock until Corin pulled his hair hard enough that he had to hold still.
Even if Corin wasn't managing that part too well himself-- Etienne imagined that was Simeon's fault. Didn't really have to imagine, not with the tell-tale combination of sounds and Simeon making lovely, sexy threats as to what would happen if they didn't both stop wriggling.
The way they were going, Etienne didn't think the lack of a reach-around was really going to matter either way, but he did appreciate the way Simeon's voice dropped into a growl when he said it.
There were an awkward couple of moments at first, where Corin's hips jerked and Simeon swore, trying to work out where everyone's legs were going, and then Etienne could only moan happily as the rhythm settled into something quite familiar.
It was disconcerting and absolutely fantastic-- Corin's cock, Corin's fingers digging into his hips, but Simeon's rhythm, the slow pace he used when he was trying to draw things out, getting faster little by little because Simeon, like Etienne, got impatient.
Simeon was saying something to Corin, too low for Etienne to hear, but the tone was enough of a warning to brace himself-- he didn't know Corin's voice that well, at least not yet, and wasn't that a lovely word? Yet.
It was a good thing he had-- Simeon moved with all the urgency you might expect from someone who'd been watching Etienne and Corin together, and Etienne felt it in Corin's thrusts and his desperate grip on Etienne's body and his half-formed complaints.
It would probably be really mean to tie Simeon up and make him watch Etienne and Corin together, and they should absolutely do it; it was going to be fantastic. Everything came together in that moment-- Corin's hands on his skin and Simeon's swearing and the smell of sex in the air and Etienne's wonderful mental image of them all together.
Next time, we're filming this, he thought, and really even if he'd wanted to there wasn't time to warn them before he came.
The next few moments were something of a blur, but they were a blur that eventually resolved into a sweaty pile of Corin and Simeon on top of Etienne, which was fine by him. "Cheat," Simeon said, grazing a kiss across his cheek.
"Some people would take that as a compliment, you know," Etienne answered, stifling a yawn. "Besides, all's fair in love and war."
He didn't quite realised what he'd said until Corin laughed softly, kissed him and asked "In orgasmus veritas?" Which surely wasn't even real Latin, and it was just a saying, anyway, it didn't mean--
Simeon cut across his flustered attempts at a reply with another kiss. "Go to sleep, Etienne. I promise to fuck you in the shower in the morning."
Etienne gave up, and buried his face in the nearest pillow.
