Magic Of: Four
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Anyone, Corin decided, who thought having two guys fighting over you was romantic had to be an absolute idiot. He'd intended to wait and slowly bring Simeon around to the idea of a threesome. Etienne wouldn't need any coaxing although Corin expected him to pout about everything, at least until one of them gave him something better to do with his mouth.
That idea had gone out the window, after a week of having Simeon and Etienne fighting over, on, and around him. Corin had learned that Etienne was even more annoying when he thought he was being subtle, and Simeon's jealous streak had to be a mile and a half wide.
Really, if he didn't like the pair of them so much he would have locked them in a closet and asked the cute blonde in his life-drawing class out on a date instead.
Right now Etienne was winding his hair around his fingers and trying to wind Simeon up at the same time. Corin had been keeping count, and thought they were actually about even. Etienne was annoyed enough to have dropped most of his mannerisms (the hair thing was more a nervous twitch as far as Corin could tell), and there was a touch of pink in Simeon's cheeks.
There were three ways this could go: they could actually talk about their unresolved sexual tension, they could break into a fist-fight, or they could just have sex. Corin figured only two of these were likely, and only one of them he fancied watching.
He'd really had enough. "Both of you. Sit. Down." Simeon moved first; he looked a little guilty, like he'd forgotten Corin was sitting there still-- he should feel guilty, too-- and sheepishly slipped back into the seat next to Corin. Etienne looked like he was about to make one of his overly dramatic exits, which would solve absolutely nothing. "Etienne," Corin added, warningly, and Etienne sat, too.
Well, that was a start. Now all Corin had to do was figure out what to say. There was no good way to put it, was there? "I'm sick of watching you two do this," he started, because it seemed like a fair enough way to begin what was probably going to be mostly a monologue.
"Do what?" Etienne asked, in a tone he probably thought was icy but only succeeded at being bratty.
"Bitch and snipe at each other all the time like you think it's actually going to do something. Get a clue: it's not. Not helping, and actually hindering, because I'm seriously considering dropping both of you like a bad habit."
That got their attention. Etienne's fingers abruptly stopped twirling his hair, and Simeon's eyes were diverted, one hand gripping the knee of his jeans.
"Now, we can talk about our feelings or we can fuck. Which sounds better to you?"
"Fuck," they both replied, in unison. Simeon broke out into nervous laughter, and Etienne half-smiled although the expression was more of a grimace than anything else.
Well, at least they were finally agreeing about something. There wasn't much else to do except keep pushing. He petted Simeon's hand lightly. "We'll go to Etienne's."
"You're supposed to say your place or mine first," Etienne complained, lightly.
"Yours has less roommates hanging about," Corin explained, and leaned in to whisper to Simeon. "If it would help, you can fuck him and I'll just watch."
The way Simeon's eyebrows went up was answer enough; the trying-to-be-too-casual "Um, sure, if you want," was extraneous. Still, it was good to hear Simeon say it.
"Are you plotting against me?" Etienne said, in a voice far too hopeful to be an actual complaint.
"Naturally," Corin answered, but didn't volunteer anything more. It would drive Etienne crazy, of course, but that was sort of the object of the entire thing. "Now are you leading the way or are we going to talk about our feelings after all?"
The tone he'd used was calculated to go along with the whole driving-Etienne-crazy thing, since Corin had noticed a while ago that Etienne got flustered when people told him what to do. Lucky for Corin, the sight of Etienne flustered killed any arguments Simeon might have made, and they were on their way before long.
✖
Etienne jiggled his key in the lock (stupid thing, always sticking) and tried to breathe, because if he didn't calm down he might pass out, or worse, wake up, and then he might never forgive himself.
Not that it was the first time Etienne had been in a threesome. He'd done this plenty-- well, some-- well, more than Simeon had, for sure, and that was what counted.
Ugh, he was feeling all flustered. That was Corin's fault, for suddenly turning all delightfully bossy, and Simeon's fault, for-- being Simeony. Perhaps just a little bit Etienne's fault, for not having given up on both of them in favour of going out, getting stupidly drunk, and having enough sex to give a porn-star a backache.
He had tried, but only really (at least to his admittedly hazy recollection) gotten to the getting stupidly drunk part.
The lock finally gave way, and Etienne hurried inside with a sort of relief, nearly tripping over his own feet. God, clumsy much, self? "Do you remember the way to the bedroom, Simeon?" he asked, bending down to take his shoes off-- clearly he was far too nervous to be trusted with heels.
It wouldn't be that much of a surprise if Simeon didn't, since he'd only been here once, the second time (and technically, third, they'd detoured via the kitchen table). It would help if he did, though, because Etienne would rather like to duck into the bathroom to refresh his makeup and get a grip.
"Bedroom in a sec." Corin really was far too young to be so good at ordering Etienne around. "First, you two are going to kiss and make up."
There was an awkward moment while Etienne waited for Simeon to tell Corin to stop being ridiculous, during which Simeon just stepped forward and pinned him against the little table Etienne kept for sorting his mail, hip to hip and hand sliding into Etienne's hair, pulling him into position.
You cheat, Etienne thought, and then decided that if this was a challenge, well, he wouldn't let Simeon win just like that. It was ridiculously easy to relax into the kiss; he remembered their audience at the last minute and tried to turn so that Corin would have a better view, then went back to making as much noise as was possible with Simeon trying to kiss him into submission.
He smiled when Simeon let him loose, and was about to claim victory for not being the one to break the kiss when Corin appeared in his field of view, hand on Simeon's shoulder turning him around.
Etienne bit his lip so as not to say anything ridiculous and watched. A much gentler kiss, but deep and thorough and dear god they looked good together. Corin had his hand on Simeon's cheek (fucking romantic, Etienne had guessed right) when he pulled away, but he looked at Etienne for a moment. Then his gaze was back to Simeon and he said, "You taste French."
Simeon turned red right up to his ears, when Etienne hadn't even known it was possible to make him blush. "Who put you in charge, anyway?"
"'s not my fault the two of you can't be trusted without adult supervision," Corin said, and glared at Etienne when he giggled. "And since Etienne likes being a brat so much, he's getting a spanking."
"What?"
"If you can't take it--" Simeon started.
Oh no he didn't. "I can take anything you'd like to dish out," Etienne told him, and then thought better of it. "I just don't want any unsightly marks."
"Do you two want to stop sniping at each other for thirty seconds so we can move things into the bedroom?" Corin said, of which Etienne at least agreed with the bedroom part.
"But sniping is fun," Simeon said, and followed Etienne into the bedroom. Corin stopped in the doorway, on the other hand, leaning his shoulder and then hip against the doorjamb and tilting his head in a way that was adorable and reminded Etienne of who was the youngest, here.
"How do you think we should punish him? Spanking aside." Corin looked at Simeon as he spoke, mostly, but his eyes did flicker to Etienne for a moment. (Etienne tried not to preen, but not very hard.)
Simeon smiled, stretching out carelessly on top of Etienne's bed. "Not sure it's possible to punish Etienne. He likes being the main attraction far too much." He rested his chin on his hand. "Orgasm denial-- yeah, that got your attention."
Mostly because Simeon was lounging right in the middle of the bed where he had tied Etienne up and made him beg for it.
"We could do that, but I don't think just that would be punishment enough." Corin's forefinger pressed against his lower lip as he no doubt tried to come up with any number of things that Etienne had no doubt already done before.
Waiting was making him a little nervous, though. "Do I get to make suggestions?"
"Do you understand the definition of punishment?" Simeon asked.
"Do you have anything we can spank you with?" Corin cut in, thankfully.
Etienne, not a huge fan of sex that hurt, had nothing. "Didn't I just say no marks, gorgeous?" He shook his head and directed the compliment at Corin and watched Simeon carefully to see if he was getting jealous yet.
Simeon just huffed. "I've got a belt."
Ooh, he was. "Absolutely not."
"We can improvise," Corin said. "Etienne, when you say 'no marks' do you mean 'no bruises', or--"
He'd mostly meant he didn't want it to hurt too much, without sounding like he was chickening out, but Corin's definition sounded rather good, so Etienne decided to pretend that's what he meant all along.
"He wriggles like an eel," Simeon added, and Etienne wondered if he was remembering the same thing Etienne was. Probably, because they'd not done spanking very often and also yes but that was less because it had hurt (Simeon hadn't been hitting very hard) and more because he liked the way Simeon held him down when he was trying to get Etienne to hold still.
"There's always figging." Corin interrupted Etienne's happy reminisces. "But unless Etienne has some sort of magical ginger stash in his kitchen, no go."
"What the fuck's figging?" Simeon asked, just as Etienne was considering whether or not to conceal the fact that he did, actually, have ginger in his kitchen. Although he used his for making tea, not nefarious sexual purposes. Never could quite work up the courage to try it out.
Before Corin could get much more into his explanation than 'ginger root', Etienne cut across him. "Oh, Simeon. You don't know?"
He was so very attractive when he was angry with Etienne. "And you do?"
"Even have the ginger in my kitchen," Etienne replied quickly, with a deliberate flutter of eyelashes.
Normally at this point he would watch Simeon smouldering and tease him until he decided to ravish Etienne back into good behaviour. Corin, though, had other ideas. "Then you'd better go fetch it." He moved to join Simeon on the bed. "And a knife. We'll decide on your punishment while you're gone."
Possibly he'd made some sort of tactical error there, but the thought of Simeon and Corin discussing him was rather delicious, and ginger couldn't possibly be that bad. Not any worse than the thought of backing down. "Sure, darling. Want anything else?"
Corin shook his head, with a cute little smile that was rather at odds with the stern tone of voice he'd been trying out on Etienne just a couple of seconds before. "Come here a moment," Simeon said, just as Etienne was about to go.
Here was the bed. Maybe they were going to skip to the ravishing after all, Etienne thought happily, especially as the second he was within reach Simeon pulled him in for a series of kisses, easily getting rid of Etienne's shirt and making him wish he'd gone for a skirt rather than tight jeans, even if they did make his ass look great.
"Jeans off," Simeon said, breaking the kiss. Etienne had to slip back off the bed to do it, turning away to give the pair of them a nice view. Not that Etienne wasn't gorgeous from every angle, of course. He gave a little twirl when he was down to just his panties-- black silk-- and Simeon smiled. "Now go fetch."
He'd been expecting something else from Simeon. If Simeon had been acting to type, it should have included the words my cock. After a moment, when it became obvious Simeon was serious (and Corin smiling at him and not being any help at all), Etienne gave up and headed for the kitchen, although not without checking behind him as he went out the door to see if Simeon was looking at his ass (which he totally was).
He frowned at his reflection in the hall mirror as he walked by-- passable, and Simeon would probably spot it if Etienne came back into the room wearing more eyeliner than when he left. But it wasn't like Simeon wouldn't be expecting Etienne to freshen up, too, so he might as well.
Just a quick detour, then, he decided. Corin could keep Simeon occupied for a little while. By the time Etienne got back to his bedroom, carrying the ginger and a paring knife and looking decidedly better groomed, they certainly looked very occupied. Right on Etienne's bed, too.
Not having sex, which Etienne wouldn't have particularly minded. They'd only actually gotten as far as losing their shirts. Canoodling was probably the word, and not in a way that gave Etienne much hope they were still talking about him. Possibly he should have spent slightly less time fixing his hair. "There's lube in the bedside table if you need it, darlings. Plain and strawberry, take your pick."
Simeon looked over at him. "Stop trying to get out of your punishment. Told you he was off fixing his hair, Corin."
"And he looks great," Corin said, smiling. At least one of them had noticed. "Come over here, Etienne."
Etienne did, of course, smirking at Simeon as he pushed between the two of them to give Corin the ginger, and the knife. "Here you go, cutie. I don't think I quite trust Simeon with sharp objects at the moment." Having him glare daggers at Etienne was quite enough, thank you very much.
"I'm in charge of the ginger, anyway," Corin replied. "Simeon's in charge of you."
Oh, really. "Is he now?" Etienne asked, stretching out on his back and casting a sidelong glance at Simeon. "I'd like to see that."
He wasn't lying-- that was an entirely truthful statement, so when Simeon responded by straddling him and pinning his hands over his head Etienne felt really rather clever. He'd always been good at getting Simeon's attention. "You," Simeon said, leaning down, "told Corin I like getting a show."
Etienne arched up against him as best he could, not that Simeon would get the full effect through his jeans, and licked his lips deliberately, watching Simeon's attention shift to his mouth. "Would you rather I made something up, Simeon-darling? I don't see how you can be mad at me for telling him the truth."
"Did you tell him how much you like giving a show?" Simeon stroked Etienne's hair, just lightly. Tease.
Corin laughed, just out of Etienne's line of sight doing who-knew-what with the ginger. Etienne could smell it. "I'm not blind, Sim. He's kind of obvious about it, don't you think?"
"Pretty fucking obvious, yeah." Simeon pressed his thumb against Etienne's lower lip. Etienne didn't think twice about parting his lips and letting it slide into his mouth, teasing with his tongue like it was Simeon's delicious cock. God, he could smell that fucking ginger and it was driving him crazy. "Stop wriggling, you impatient fucking slut."
Sure, like that meant anything but keep going, a sign that Simeon was thinking of fucking him into the nearest object into which one could be fucked. Etienne wasn't the only obvious one here.
"Done," Corin said, and Etienne felt his heart skip a beat, and then Corin's hand, petting his hair like Etienne was a fucking cat. "You okay to continue?"
As if he was going to pull out now. As if it wasn't enough that Corin had an ass that looked good in ruffles and Simeon liked him best; when it came to sex, Etienne didn't intend to lose. "I'm fine, gorgeous," he said, once Simeon had been nice enough to move his hand away. "Hardly my first time."
Not precisely false, depending on how you interpreted the statement. Corin didn't look particularly convinced, though. Why were redheads so stubborn? Also, gorgeous. "Pick a safeword."
"Ruffles." It was the first word that came to mind, and maybe not the best idea for a safeword but it wasn't like he would be using it or anything silly like that.
Corin's smile said he wasn't laughing, but he might be soon. "Fair enough. Let him up, Sim."
Simeon did, although his version of 'let' involved sliding down Etienne's body and tugging his panties off along the way.
"Why," Etienne asked, "am I the most naked one?" He hadn't quite managed to get Corin with all his clothes off yet. It wasn't fair.
"You're the one being punished," Simeon said.
Corin slipped up towards Etienne's head. "And you're pretty to look at."
Exactly what Etienne liked to hear. "Flatterer," he said, but not like he disliked it.
"More like knowing how to get what I want." Corin smiled, a different smile than Etienne had ever seen before. More-- base, maybe. Feral, but not in a dangerous way. "Right now I want you on your hands and knees."
Despite what Simeon might believe, Etienne was capable of following orders. Particularly when they gave scope for wriggling his ass at Simeon. While he was getting himself into position, and wondering how many seconds it would take to completely ruin Simeon's self-control, Corin had stripped off the rest of his clothes and settled back against Etienne's headboard in an uncanny copy of Simeon, the last-- previous, rather-- time they'd been together.
And by uncanny Etienne meant oh darlings, you've been conspiring. He thought he might start rather liking it when they conspired. "Simeon, are you going to have one of your little tantrums if I offer to suck his cock?"
There was a pause, in which Etienne liked to imagine he could hear Simeon's teeth grinding, and then a surprising lack of rough handling, although one of his hands did slide across Etienne's hip. "Getting annoyed at you wanting to suck cock would be like getting annoyed at water for being wet."
Etienne felt something like a wet finger pressing against him and relaxed automatically before he realised that Corin no longer had the ginger, but it was rather too late to be backing out now. Besides, it didn't hurt at all.
"I didn't say go, Sim," Corin complained, but still smiling rather beautifully, and he shifted forward until he was nearly within Etienne's reach. "Okay so far?"
Frankly, Etienne didn't see what all the fuss had been about. "Perfect, gorgeous. You want that blowjob now?"
At the start of the sentence, at least, he hadn't seen what all the fuss was about. By now he could definitely feel the warmth of it, and wasn't entirely sure whether he liked it or not. He squirmed, which didn't do a damn thing to change the sensations. It still didn't hurt, really, it was just incessant, maddening heat.
"I think it kicked in." Simeon ran a teasing hand along the inside of Etienne's thigh and sounded far too pleased with himself. "He's all wriggly."
"Shut up." Etienne knew it wasn't much of a comeback but he was sort of distracted here.
Corin slid closer, stroking Etienne's hair. Just lightly, but mmm, that was nice. Etienne turned his head a little and nuzzled Corin's hand, because his cock wasn't quite close enough. "You don't sound very contrite," Corin informed him, "so it can't be that bad. Be nice or I'll tell Simeon how to make it worse."
"Tell me anyway." Simeon was still touching Etienne, still not touching Etienne anywhere he'd really like to be touched right now.
Bastard, Etienne thought, but decided not to say it just in case Corin wasn't bluffing.
"How about I demonstrate, instead?" Corin slipped off the bed; Etienne craned his neck to watch where he was going and then wished he hadn't. Really, Etienne was in a lot of-- well, something like pain mixed with a great deal of sexual frustration and watching the two of them kiss was definitely making things worse.
He looked forward again, pouting down at his duvet (which was probably going to end up smelling like ginger and sex and it was hand wash only, you know), and then somebody smacked his ass.
Etienne tensed automatically and then realised what Corin had meant by worse because that made the ginger really burn. "Don't--"
"That's not your safeword, Etienne," Corin said, and Simeon chuckled-- oh, it was so his turn next. "Eyes front, and try not to clench, that's what makes it worse-- but you knew that, right?"
He would have asked what that was supposed to be implying, but Corin hit him again and it turned into what would have been a moan if Etienne hadn't bitten his lip in time. Then a third, a little harder-- had that been Simeon?
After a few more spanks Etienne was almost certain they were taking turns, but he couldn't focus for long enough to work out which was who. "Take this damn stuff out and fuck me."
That was definitely Simeon's hand sneaking forward to tease his cock. Etienne would have to be a lot further gone not to recognise that. "You're not going to say please?"
And that was Corin's hand, playing gently with the ginger and stroking Etienne's skin lightly. "He didn't even properly specify. Ever been double-penetrated, Etienne?"
Yes, and it hadn't gone well, but for some reason Etienne was reconsidering his decision to never do that again. Simeon had gone very quiet-- Etienne had been expecting some sort of remark from him. Did that mean he liked the idea, or that he didn't?
Corin's hand skimmed up his back, still gentle. "Relax. Another time, maybe, okay? Sim's going to make you come now."
"I am?" Simeon sounded dubious, even though he was doing things to Etienne's cock that were making him squirm more than the damn ginger. "He looks so pretty all wound up and desperate."
He was, Etienne thought, if he kept saying things like that. "You are," Corin said, hand drifting up Etienne's side, stroking his neck-- oh, yes please. "If you want to fuck me."
He would have complained about how Simeon always seemed to do what Corin wanted, if it wasn't for the fact that right now it was also almost exactly what Etienne wanted.
The handjob was good, and Corin's idle playing with his hair was good, but the fact that Simeon was not taking the stupid ginger out was not good. "Simeon, take it out."
"You didn't say please." Simeon's grip got a little rougher, but good rough. "I think you can come like this."
Almost certainly, with the two of them touching him, watching him. Knowing Simeon thought it made him look beautiful turned the burn of the ginger into something bearable, even desirable, as long as he concentrated on what must I look like and not the feeling itself.
"Do you think I should kiss him?" Corin was, frankly, fucking gorgeous, especially naked and aroused-- and not all of it could be due to Simeon, now, could it?
Simeon answered Corin by reaching forward to brush Etienne's hair over his left shoulder. "His neck. Bite."
Etienne shuddered, just at the words, Simeon's too-horny-for-full-sentences voice. Corin licked him first, tongue warm and wet and please Simeon do that again, and then teeth, hard, maybe leaving a mark. Simeon's nails dug into his hip and Etienne came, at least half from the thought at having marks from both of them.
Hazily, he licked at Simeon's fingers when they came within range, even as he felt someone-- had to be Corin, Simeon was right here-- sliding the ginger out of him. It was Corin who stroked his hair and put a pillow under his cheek, too.
Etienne enjoyed the view for a little while; his bed was huge-- he'd bought it specially and made the salesman blush in the process-- so there was plenty of room for Etienne to loll about in a pleasant post-orgasm haze, watching Simeon finger Corin with Etienne's lube (the plain stuff, not the strawberry).
They were rather attractive together, at least until Etienne realised that Corin had set things up so that Etienne ended up left on the side while he got his ass full of Simeon's cock. He wasn't sure whether to hate him or just admire his style-- also his ass.
Corin was far too pretty to hate, though, and Etienne wasn't that fond of just watching, either. "Need any help, darlings?"
He certainly didn't expect the answer to come from Simeon. "Yeah, Corin can still make sentences. Get your mouth around his cock and see if you can fix that."
"Simeon!" Corin said, sounding somewhere between shocked and pleased. More pleased, towards the end of the word, because Etienne didn't need telling twice. He did love sucking cock-- the way Corin responded was perfect, knowing Simeon was watching him was just the icing on the cake.
Simeon touched his shoulder, then, and Etienne sighed inwardly, grudgingly lifting his head. He supposed that it could only last so long before Simeon's jealous streak kicked in or he decided it was time for him and Corin to fuck. "You're going to need to switch positions," Simeon said, running his hand through Etienne's hair, "if you're going to keep sucking him off while I fuck him."
Oh, yes please, and Simeon needn't look so smug even if Etienne had said that aloud, he hadn't been begging, just agreeing. Corin watched him shift with a sort of ever so slightly worried look. Coherent again, now that he wasn't having his cock sucked. "You won't be able to safeword. Tap out if you need to."
Etienne didn't really see the problem with laying there and pretty much letting Corin fuck his throat, but if this was what it took there was no way he'd disagree.
"He'll be fine," Simeon replied, hand still in Etienne's hair, looking at him like-- Etienne didn't even know what but he wanted more of it. "You can do it, right?"
Anything, Etienne thought, and then bit the word back because it wasn't his to say. He nodded instead. He could do it. He wanted it.
Corin watched him move, eyes dark-- yes, that's what Etienne wanted, want me, and pulled Etienne's hand up to his hip. "If you need us to stop, tap me. I mean it."
Etienne nodded, because really, whatever he needed to agree to to make this happen. It made Corin happy, though, made him willing to put his cock back in Etienne's mouth. Etienne closed his eyes and concentrated on the little tension in Corin's muscles, under his hand, and the noises he made, and the taste of him, and the shifting and movement that had to be Simeon, getting ready.
Really, how much he wanted this-- it was pathetic. Simeon had ruined him, and he should take responsibility for it, or at least fuck Etienne silly.
Simeon's hand came to rest over Etienne's own, on Corin's hip, and Corin's body jerked, just a little, nothing Etienne couldn't cope with. The rest was just Etienne trying to keep breathing, or if he was going to suffocate, to at least do so without Corin noticing and making Simeon stop.
"Ah-- Sim--" Desperate was a sexy sound for Corin; Etienne sucked harder, wanting to hear more, and was rewarded with a shaky-sounding moan.
Simeon's fingers rubbed over the back of Etienne's hand, not quite gently. "Don't let him come yet, you hear me? He's not allowed."
Etienne didn't know what Simeon thought he was going to do about it one way or another, in this position. Well, he eased off a little, but from the noises Corin was making it would take something with the phrase gates of hell in the name to hold him back much longer.
Corin's body was tense, like he either really wanted to come or was really trying to hold it back. One part of Etienne wanted it that way, wanted to stretch things out as long as possible, because who knew when the next time would be?
Another little part pointed that it didn't matter either way, because it wasn't his name Corin was moaning.
Most of him, though, was just thinking about Simeon's reaction to seeing Corin's come painting his lips.
When he came, Corin did it mostly quietly, with a strangled fuck and his fingers digging into Etienne's leg. Etienne took the first bit in his mouth and made sure that he got the rest across his cheek and down his lips. Corin rolled to the side, out of the way, and then it was just Simeon above Etienne, deft fingers on his cock and that glorious on-the-edge expression on his face.
The noise he made when he came was gorgeous, like unnn and ahhh rolled together into a gorgeous thing that made Etienne wish he were Corin's age and good for another round already. Whatever, it was fine, because Simeon was coming all over Etienne's face and looking down at him as he did.
Once he looked away, Etienne followed his gaze, and there Corin was. Snuggling up beside Etienne, rolling him onto his side and god that was a smug look; it had to be genetic. "You have no idea how delicious you look."
"Oh," panted Simeon, and Etienne felt fingers in his hair and a warm body snuggling up against Etienne's back, "I think he knows exactly how delicious he looks."
Etienne meant to say something, he really did, but Corin was already starting to lick him off in slow swipes. He swallowed the first couple, and then Corin and Simeon both leaned up and they could share a little, Etienne thought.
Simeon broke the kiss with laughter. "I think he's jealous."
Like Etienne wasn't laying right here. He opened his mouth to say something, but Corin kissed him, and so he decided kissing was better than fighting since it meant he was getting what he wanted. Especially kissing with Simeon whispering in his ear what he looked like, flushed skin shiny with semen, pressed inbetween them...
Etienne thought that maybe he could get used to this. It was entirely unlikely that he'd be able to, but right now he really wished-- something.
To stay like this a little longer. That much, they seemed ready to give him, at least.
✖
Corin had this habit of getting drunk-- or most of the way there-- with his roommates, and whenever his roomies went to bed, calling Simeon. Because Sim didn't have any morning classes this semester, and Corin fucking loved the way it felt when he lay back on the bed and Simeon straddled his face and shoved his cock down Corin's throat.
It was perfection itself, being held down and letting himself open up completely. Relaxing and at the same time gripping one of Simeon's hip with his left hand and one of those fucking delicious ass cheeks with the right.
And Simeon, despite not wanting to push Corin's limits (he always pulled out long before Corin was anywhere close to satisfied, much less near choking) didn't complain the fourth time it happened inside of two weeks.
This of course being their first time together post-threesome, Simeon had every desire to keep Corin's mouth occupied and managed to last a lot longer than he usually did; Corin's jaw was way past beginning to ache by the time Simeon came down his throat with a strangled sort of noise and his head thrown back.
Corin pulled him down onto the bed, after, smiling at the way Sim wasn't quite done panting yet. Adorable.
"So, about Etienne," he said, and ran his fingers up Simeon's side. "I think it's abundantly obvious that he has a thing for you." He'd suspected it before, because Etienne certainly didn't take two hours to get ready to see Corin, or even step away to the bathroom to freshen up his make-up, but the threesome had made it clear.
"He does not," Simeon said. Predictable denial.
Corin sighed and kissed Simeon's cheek. "If you honestly believe that, you're warped."
Simeon fidgeted a little, then just buried his face in Corin's neck and licked a stripe from collarbone up to earlobe. God, but it was nice to be with someone who knew all his hotspots, even if Simeon used them for nefarious purposes. Corin tilted his head to the side and let the conversation die down in favor of necking for half an hour to no purpose other than the sheer joy of necking-- the best sort, in Corin's opinion.
"So what if he likes me," Simeon said, when Corin was laying contentedly with his head on Sim's chest. The sound of his voice rumbled, a physical thing as well as audible.
"So, I think it should be the three of us and not the two of us." Corin realized only once the words were out that a) it was probably a bad idea to say that flat-out and b) he could have put it in a way that would have put Sim less on the defensive. But he was drunk and Simeon had just had a fantastic blowjob; maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Except Simeon's hand had stopped the aimless petting of Corin's lower back, and Simeon was holding his breath. Oh, hell. Corin took a deep breath and pushed himself up onto his elbow. Simeon's auburn hair looked darker with the ambient streetlight, nearly black against Corin's pale yellow sheets.
"I-- I meant to put that in a better way, but I'm drunk and I-- but-- I really think it could work, the three of us." Corin scrubbed a hand through his hair absently, but didn't look away. "I really want it, but, but, I'm not going to even try unless you do too. Don't-- don't give me an answer right now. Think about it and get back to me."
Simeon nodded, slowly, and relief flooded through Corin like being doused with water. One weight off his shoulders, at least.
"And you're going to talk to him, next time you see him." Corin couldn't help a smile at the doubtful look on Simeon's face. "Really. The two of you need to talk-- I get the impression that all you do is fuck."
"That's because: all we do is fuck," Simeon answered, a smile creeping at the edges of his expression.
"Well, add some talking in there. Just think-- it'll add fuel to the fire, if you put him off for a few minutes."
Simeon laughed, but softly, and wrapped his arms tighter around Corin. Much tighter and he'd have trouble breathing.
Corin shifted to where he could press his lips to Simeon's, and did, a gentle, lingering kiss. "Thank you."
Now Simeon looked away, and color rose in his cheeks. "Don't thank me yet."
"Not when you still owe me three blowjobs," Corin agreed, and pulled Simeon in for another kiss.
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That idea had gone out the window, after a week of having Simeon and Etienne fighting over, on, and around him. Corin had learned that Etienne was even more annoying when he thought he was being subtle, and Simeon's jealous streak had to be a mile and a half wide.
Really, if he didn't like the pair of them so much he would have locked them in a closet and asked the cute blonde in his life-drawing class out on a date instead.
Right now Etienne was winding his hair around his fingers and trying to wind Simeon up at the same time. Corin had been keeping count, and thought they were actually about even. Etienne was annoyed enough to have dropped most of his mannerisms (the hair thing was more a nervous twitch as far as Corin could tell), and there was a touch of pink in Simeon's cheeks.
There were three ways this could go: they could actually talk about their unresolved sexual tension, they could break into a fist-fight, or they could just have sex. Corin figured only two of these were likely, and only one of them he fancied watching.
He'd really had enough. "Both of you. Sit. Down." Simeon moved first; he looked a little guilty, like he'd forgotten Corin was sitting there still-- he should feel guilty, too-- and sheepishly slipped back into the seat next to Corin. Etienne looked like he was about to make one of his overly dramatic exits, which would solve absolutely nothing. "Etienne," Corin added, warningly, and Etienne sat, too.
Well, that was a start. Now all Corin had to do was figure out what to say. There was no good way to put it, was there? "I'm sick of watching you two do this," he started, because it seemed like a fair enough way to begin what was probably going to be mostly a monologue.
"Do what?" Etienne asked, in a tone he probably thought was icy but only succeeded at being bratty.
"Bitch and snipe at each other all the time like you think it's actually going to do something. Get a clue: it's not. Not helping, and actually hindering, because I'm seriously considering dropping both of you like a bad habit."
That got their attention. Etienne's fingers abruptly stopped twirling his hair, and Simeon's eyes were diverted, one hand gripping the knee of his jeans.
"Now, we can talk about our feelings or we can fuck. Which sounds better to you?"
"Fuck," they both replied, in unison. Simeon broke out into nervous laughter, and Etienne half-smiled although the expression was more of a grimace than anything else.
Well, at least they were finally agreeing about something. There wasn't much else to do except keep pushing. He petted Simeon's hand lightly. "We'll go to Etienne's."
"You're supposed to say your place or mine first," Etienne complained, lightly.
"Yours has less roommates hanging about," Corin explained, and leaned in to whisper to Simeon. "If it would help, you can fuck him and I'll just watch."
The way Simeon's eyebrows went up was answer enough; the trying-to-be-too-casual "Um, sure, if you want," was extraneous. Still, it was good to hear Simeon say it.
"Are you plotting against me?" Etienne said, in a voice far too hopeful to be an actual complaint.
"Naturally," Corin answered, but didn't volunteer anything more. It would drive Etienne crazy, of course, but that was sort of the object of the entire thing. "Now are you leading the way or are we going to talk about our feelings after all?"
The tone he'd used was calculated to go along with the whole driving-Etienne-crazy thing, since Corin had noticed a while ago that Etienne got flustered when people told him what to do. Lucky for Corin, the sight of Etienne flustered killed any arguments Simeon might have made, and they were on their way before long.
Etienne jiggled his key in the lock (stupid thing, always sticking) and tried to breathe, because if he didn't calm down he might pass out, or worse, wake up, and then he might never forgive himself.
Not that it was the first time Etienne had been in a threesome. He'd done this plenty-- well, some-- well, more than Simeon had, for sure, and that was what counted.
Ugh, he was feeling all flustered. That was Corin's fault, for suddenly turning all delightfully bossy, and Simeon's fault, for-- being Simeony. Perhaps just a little bit Etienne's fault, for not having given up on both of them in favour of going out, getting stupidly drunk, and having enough sex to give a porn-star a backache.
He had tried, but only really (at least to his admittedly hazy recollection) gotten to the getting stupidly drunk part.
The lock finally gave way, and Etienne hurried inside with a sort of relief, nearly tripping over his own feet. God, clumsy much, self? "Do you remember the way to the bedroom, Simeon?" he asked, bending down to take his shoes off-- clearly he was far too nervous to be trusted with heels.
It wouldn't be that much of a surprise if Simeon didn't, since he'd only been here once, the second time (and technically, third, they'd detoured via the kitchen table). It would help if he did, though, because Etienne would rather like to duck into the bathroom to refresh his makeup and get a grip.
"Bedroom in a sec." Corin really was far too young to be so good at ordering Etienne around. "First, you two are going to kiss and make up."
There was an awkward moment while Etienne waited for Simeon to tell Corin to stop being ridiculous, during which Simeon just stepped forward and pinned him against the little table Etienne kept for sorting his mail, hip to hip and hand sliding into Etienne's hair, pulling him into position.
You cheat, Etienne thought, and then decided that if this was a challenge, well, he wouldn't let Simeon win just like that. It was ridiculously easy to relax into the kiss; he remembered their audience at the last minute and tried to turn so that Corin would have a better view, then went back to making as much noise as was possible with Simeon trying to kiss him into submission.
He smiled when Simeon let him loose, and was about to claim victory for not being the one to break the kiss when Corin appeared in his field of view, hand on Simeon's shoulder turning him around.
Etienne bit his lip so as not to say anything ridiculous and watched. A much gentler kiss, but deep and thorough and dear god they looked good together. Corin had his hand on Simeon's cheek (fucking romantic, Etienne had guessed right) when he pulled away, but he looked at Etienne for a moment. Then his gaze was back to Simeon and he said, "You taste French."
Simeon turned red right up to his ears, when Etienne hadn't even known it was possible to make him blush. "Who put you in charge, anyway?"
"'s not my fault the two of you can't be trusted without adult supervision," Corin said, and glared at Etienne when he giggled. "And since Etienne likes being a brat so much, he's getting a spanking."
"What?"
"If you can't take it--" Simeon started.
Oh no he didn't. "I can take anything you'd like to dish out," Etienne told him, and then thought better of it. "I just don't want any unsightly marks."
"Do you two want to stop sniping at each other for thirty seconds so we can move things into the bedroom?" Corin said, of which Etienne at least agreed with the bedroom part.
"But sniping is fun," Simeon said, and followed Etienne into the bedroom. Corin stopped in the doorway, on the other hand, leaning his shoulder and then hip against the doorjamb and tilting his head in a way that was adorable and reminded Etienne of who was the youngest, here.
"How do you think we should punish him? Spanking aside." Corin looked at Simeon as he spoke, mostly, but his eyes did flicker to Etienne for a moment. (Etienne tried not to preen, but not very hard.)
Simeon smiled, stretching out carelessly on top of Etienne's bed. "Not sure it's possible to punish Etienne. He likes being the main attraction far too much." He rested his chin on his hand. "Orgasm denial-- yeah, that got your attention."
Mostly because Simeon was lounging right in the middle of the bed where he had tied Etienne up and made him beg for it.
"We could do that, but I don't think just that would be punishment enough." Corin's forefinger pressed against his lower lip as he no doubt tried to come up with any number of things that Etienne had no doubt already done before.
Waiting was making him a little nervous, though. "Do I get to make suggestions?"
"Do you understand the definition of punishment?" Simeon asked.
"Do you have anything we can spank you with?" Corin cut in, thankfully.
Etienne, not a huge fan of sex that hurt, had nothing. "Didn't I just say no marks, gorgeous?" He shook his head and directed the compliment at Corin and watched Simeon carefully to see if he was getting jealous yet.
Simeon just huffed. "I've got a belt."
Ooh, he was. "Absolutely not."
"We can improvise," Corin said. "Etienne, when you say 'no marks' do you mean 'no bruises', or--"
He'd mostly meant he didn't want it to hurt too much, without sounding like he was chickening out, but Corin's definition sounded rather good, so Etienne decided to pretend that's what he meant all along.
"He wriggles like an eel," Simeon added, and Etienne wondered if he was remembering the same thing Etienne was. Probably, because they'd not done spanking very often and also yes but that was less because it had hurt (Simeon hadn't been hitting very hard) and more because he liked the way Simeon held him down when he was trying to get Etienne to hold still.
"There's always figging." Corin interrupted Etienne's happy reminisces. "But unless Etienne has some sort of magical ginger stash in his kitchen, no go."
"What the fuck's figging?" Simeon asked, just as Etienne was considering whether or not to conceal the fact that he did, actually, have ginger in his kitchen. Although he used his for making tea, not nefarious sexual purposes. Never could quite work up the courage to try it out.
Before Corin could get much more into his explanation than 'ginger root', Etienne cut across him. "Oh, Simeon. You don't know?"
He was so very attractive when he was angry with Etienne. "And you do?"
"Even have the ginger in my kitchen," Etienne replied quickly, with a deliberate flutter of eyelashes.
Normally at this point he would watch Simeon smouldering and tease him until he decided to ravish Etienne back into good behaviour. Corin, though, had other ideas. "Then you'd better go fetch it." He moved to join Simeon on the bed. "And a knife. We'll decide on your punishment while you're gone."
Possibly he'd made some sort of tactical error there, but the thought of Simeon and Corin discussing him was rather delicious, and ginger couldn't possibly be that bad. Not any worse than the thought of backing down. "Sure, darling. Want anything else?"
Corin shook his head, with a cute little smile that was rather at odds with the stern tone of voice he'd been trying out on Etienne just a couple of seconds before. "Come here a moment," Simeon said, just as Etienne was about to go.
Here was the bed. Maybe they were going to skip to the ravishing after all, Etienne thought happily, especially as the second he was within reach Simeon pulled him in for a series of kisses, easily getting rid of Etienne's shirt and making him wish he'd gone for a skirt rather than tight jeans, even if they did make his ass look great.
"Jeans off," Simeon said, breaking the kiss. Etienne had to slip back off the bed to do it, turning away to give the pair of them a nice view. Not that Etienne wasn't gorgeous from every angle, of course. He gave a little twirl when he was down to just his panties-- black silk-- and Simeon smiled. "Now go fetch."
He'd been expecting something else from Simeon. If Simeon had been acting to type, it should have included the words my cock. After a moment, when it became obvious Simeon was serious (and Corin smiling at him and not being any help at all), Etienne gave up and headed for the kitchen, although not without checking behind him as he went out the door to see if Simeon was looking at his ass (which he totally was).
He frowned at his reflection in the hall mirror as he walked by-- passable, and Simeon would probably spot it if Etienne came back into the room wearing more eyeliner than when he left. But it wasn't like Simeon wouldn't be expecting Etienne to freshen up, too, so he might as well.
Just a quick detour, then, he decided. Corin could keep Simeon occupied for a little while. By the time Etienne got back to his bedroom, carrying the ginger and a paring knife and looking decidedly better groomed, they certainly looked very occupied. Right on Etienne's bed, too.
Not having sex, which Etienne wouldn't have particularly minded. They'd only actually gotten as far as losing their shirts. Canoodling was probably the word, and not in a way that gave Etienne much hope they were still talking about him. Possibly he should have spent slightly less time fixing his hair. "There's lube in the bedside table if you need it, darlings. Plain and strawberry, take your pick."
Simeon looked over at him. "Stop trying to get out of your punishment. Told you he was off fixing his hair, Corin."
"And he looks great," Corin said, smiling. At least one of them had noticed. "Come over here, Etienne."
Etienne did, of course, smirking at Simeon as he pushed between the two of them to give Corin the ginger, and the knife. "Here you go, cutie. I don't think I quite trust Simeon with sharp objects at the moment." Having him glare daggers at Etienne was quite enough, thank you very much.
"I'm in charge of the ginger, anyway," Corin replied. "Simeon's in charge of you."
Oh, really. "Is he now?" Etienne asked, stretching out on his back and casting a sidelong glance at Simeon. "I'd like to see that."
He wasn't lying-- that was an entirely truthful statement, so when Simeon responded by straddling him and pinning his hands over his head Etienne felt really rather clever. He'd always been good at getting Simeon's attention. "You," Simeon said, leaning down, "told Corin I like getting a show."
Etienne arched up against him as best he could, not that Simeon would get the full effect through his jeans, and licked his lips deliberately, watching Simeon's attention shift to his mouth. "Would you rather I made something up, Simeon-darling? I don't see how you can be mad at me for telling him the truth."
"Did you tell him how much you like giving a show?" Simeon stroked Etienne's hair, just lightly. Tease.
Corin laughed, just out of Etienne's line of sight doing who-knew-what with the ginger. Etienne could smell it. "I'm not blind, Sim. He's kind of obvious about it, don't you think?"
"Pretty fucking obvious, yeah." Simeon pressed his thumb against Etienne's lower lip. Etienne didn't think twice about parting his lips and letting it slide into his mouth, teasing with his tongue like it was Simeon's delicious cock. God, he could smell that fucking ginger and it was driving him crazy. "Stop wriggling, you impatient fucking slut."
Sure, like that meant anything but keep going, a sign that Simeon was thinking of fucking him into the nearest object into which one could be fucked. Etienne wasn't the only obvious one here.
"Done," Corin said, and Etienne felt his heart skip a beat, and then Corin's hand, petting his hair like Etienne was a fucking cat. "You okay to continue?"
As if he was going to pull out now. As if it wasn't enough that Corin had an ass that looked good in ruffles and Simeon liked him best; when it came to sex, Etienne didn't intend to lose. "I'm fine, gorgeous," he said, once Simeon had been nice enough to move his hand away. "Hardly my first time."
Not precisely false, depending on how you interpreted the statement. Corin didn't look particularly convinced, though. Why were redheads so stubborn? Also, gorgeous. "Pick a safeword."
"Ruffles." It was the first word that came to mind, and maybe not the best idea for a safeword but it wasn't like he would be using it or anything silly like that.
Corin's smile said he wasn't laughing, but he might be soon. "Fair enough. Let him up, Sim."
Simeon did, although his version of 'let' involved sliding down Etienne's body and tugging his panties off along the way.
"Why," Etienne asked, "am I the most naked one?" He hadn't quite managed to get Corin with all his clothes off yet. It wasn't fair.
"You're the one being punished," Simeon said.
Corin slipped up towards Etienne's head. "And you're pretty to look at."
Exactly what Etienne liked to hear. "Flatterer," he said, but not like he disliked it.
"More like knowing how to get what I want." Corin smiled, a different smile than Etienne had ever seen before. More-- base, maybe. Feral, but not in a dangerous way. "Right now I want you on your hands and knees."
Despite what Simeon might believe, Etienne was capable of following orders. Particularly when they gave scope for wriggling his ass at Simeon. While he was getting himself into position, and wondering how many seconds it would take to completely ruin Simeon's self-control, Corin had stripped off the rest of his clothes and settled back against Etienne's headboard in an uncanny copy of Simeon, the last-- previous, rather-- time they'd been together.
And by uncanny Etienne meant oh darlings, you've been conspiring. He thought he might start rather liking it when they conspired. "Simeon, are you going to have one of your little tantrums if I offer to suck his cock?"
There was a pause, in which Etienne liked to imagine he could hear Simeon's teeth grinding, and then a surprising lack of rough handling, although one of his hands did slide across Etienne's hip. "Getting annoyed at you wanting to suck cock would be like getting annoyed at water for being wet."
Etienne felt something like a wet finger pressing against him and relaxed automatically before he realised that Corin no longer had the ginger, but it was rather too late to be backing out now. Besides, it didn't hurt at all.
"I didn't say go, Sim," Corin complained, but still smiling rather beautifully, and he shifted forward until he was nearly within Etienne's reach. "Okay so far?"
Frankly, Etienne didn't see what all the fuss had been about. "Perfect, gorgeous. You want that blowjob now?"
At the start of the sentence, at least, he hadn't seen what all the fuss was about. By now he could definitely feel the warmth of it, and wasn't entirely sure whether he liked it or not. He squirmed, which didn't do a damn thing to change the sensations. It still didn't hurt, really, it was just incessant, maddening heat.
"I think it kicked in." Simeon ran a teasing hand along the inside of Etienne's thigh and sounded far too pleased with himself. "He's all wriggly."
"Shut up." Etienne knew it wasn't much of a comeback but he was sort of distracted here.
Corin slid closer, stroking Etienne's hair. Just lightly, but mmm, that was nice. Etienne turned his head a little and nuzzled Corin's hand, because his cock wasn't quite close enough. "You don't sound very contrite," Corin informed him, "so it can't be that bad. Be nice or I'll tell Simeon how to make it worse."
"Tell me anyway." Simeon was still touching Etienne, still not touching Etienne anywhere he'd really like to be touched right now.
Bastard, Etienne thought, but decided not to say it just in case Corin wasn't bluffing.
"How about I demonstrate, instead?" Corin slipped off the bed; Etienne craned his neck to watch where he was going and then wished he hadn't. Really, Etienne was in a lot of-- well, something like pain mixed with a great deal of sexual frustration and watching the two of them kiss was definitely making things worse.
He looked forward again, pouting down at his duvet (which was probably going to end up smelling like ginger and sex and it was hand wash only, you know), and then somebody smacked his ass.
Etienne tensed automatically and then realised what Corin had meant by worse because that made the ginger really burn. "Don't--"
"That's not your safeword, Etienne," Corin said, and Simeon chuckled-- oh, it was so his turn next. "Eyes front, and try not to clench, that's what makes it worse-- but you knew that, right?"
He would have asked what that was supposed to be implying, but Corin hit him again and it turned into what would have been a moan if Etienne hadn't bitten his lip in time. Then a third, a little harder-- had that been Simeon?
After a few more spanks Etienne was almost certain they were taking turns, but he couldn't focus for long enough to work out which was who. "Take this damn stuff out and fuck me."
That was definitely Simeon's hand sneaking forward to tease his cock. Etienne would have to be a lot further gone not to recognise that. "You're not going to say please?"
And that was Corin's hand, playing gently with the ginger and stroking Etienne's skin lightly. "He didn't even properly specify. Ever been double-penetrated, Etienne?"
Yes, and it hadn't gone well, but for some reason Etienne was reconsidering his decision to never do that again. Simeon had gone very quiet-- Etienne had been expecting some sort of remark from him. Did that mean he liked the idea, or that he didn't?
Corin's hand skimmed up his back, still gentle. "Relax. Another time, maybe, okay? Sim's going to make you come now."
"I am?" Simeon sounded dubious, even though he was doing things to Etienne's cock that were making him squirm more than the damn ginger. "He looks so pretty all wound up and desperate."
He was, Etienne thought, if he kept saying things like that. "You are," Corin said, hand drifting up Etienne's side, stroking his neck-- oh, yes please. "If you want to fuck me."
He would have complained about how Simeon always seemed to do what Corin wanted, if it wasn't for the fact that right now it was also almost exactly what Etienne wanted.
The handjob was good, and Corin's idle playing with his hair was good, but the fact that Simeon was not taking the stupid ginger out was not good. "Simeon, take it out."
"You didn't say please." Simeon's grip got a little rougher, but good rough. "I think you can come like this."
Almost certainly, with the two of them touching him, watching him. Knowing Simeon thought it made him look beautiful turned the burn of the ginger into something bearable, even desirable, as long as he concentrated on what must I look like and not the feeling itself.
"Do you think I should kiss him?" Corin was, frankly, fucking gorgeous, especially naked and aroused-- and not all of it could be due to Simeon, now, could it?
Simeon answered Corin by reaching forward to brush Etienne's hair over his left shoulder. "His neck. Bite."
Etienne shuddered, just at the words, Simeon's too-horny-for-full-sentences voice. Corin licked him first, tongue warm and wet and please Simeon do that again, and then teeth, hard, maybe leaving a mark. Simeon's nails dug into his hip and Etienne came, at least half from the thought at having marks from both of them.
Hazily, he licked at Simeon's fingers when they came within range, even as he felt someone-- had to be Corin, Simeon was right here-- sliding the ginger out of him. It was Corin who stroked his hair and put a pillow under his cheek, too.
Etienne enjoyed the view for a little while; his bed was huge-- he'd bought it specially and made the salesman blush in the process-- so there was plenty of room for Etienne to loll about in a pleasant post-orgasm haze, watching Simeon finger Corin with Etienne's lube (the plain stuff, not the strawberry).
They were rather attractive together, at least until Etienne realised that Corin had set things up so that Etienne ended up left on the side while he got his ass full of Simeon's cock. He wasn't sure whether to hate him or just admire his style-- also his ass.
Corin was far too pretty to hate, though, and Etienne wasn't that fond of just watching, either. "Need any help, darlings?"
He certainly didn't expect the answer to come from Simeon. "Yeah, Corin can still make sentences. Get your mouth around his cock and see if you can fix that."
"Simeon!" Corin said, sounding somewhere between shocked and pleased. More pleased, towards the end of the word, because Etienne didn't need telling twice. He did love sucking cock-- the way Corin responded was perfect, knowing Simeon was watching him was just the icing on the cake.
Simeon touched his shoulder, then, and Etienne sighed inwardly, grudgingly lifting his head. He supposed that it could only last so long before Simeon's jealous streak kicked in or he decided it was time for him and Corin to fuck. "You're going to need to switch positions," Simeon said, running his hand through Etienne's hair, "if you're going to keep sucking him off while I fuck him."
Oh, yes please, and Simeon needn't look so smug even if Etienne had said that aloud, he hadn't been begging, just agreeing. Corin watched him shift with a sort of ever so slightly worried look. Coherent again, now that he wasn't having his cock sucked. "You won't be able to safeword. Tap out if you need to."
Etienne didn't really see the problem with laying there and pretty much letting Corin fuck his throat, but if this was what it took there was no way he'd disagree.
"He'll be fine," Simeon replied, hand still in Etienne's hair, looking at him like-- Etienne didn't even know what but he wanted more of it. "You can do it, right?"
Anything, Etienne thought, and then bit the word back because it wasn't his to say. He nodded instead. He could do it. He wanted it.
Corin watched him move, eyes dark-- yes, that's what Etienne wanted, want me, and pulled Etienne's hand up to his hip. "If you need us to stop, tap me. I mean it."
Etienne nodded, because really, whatever he needed to agree to to make this happen. It made Corin happy, though, made him willing to put his cock back in Etienne's mouth. Etienne closed his eyes and concentrated on the little tension in Corin's muscles, under his hand, and the noises he made, and the taste of him, and the shifting and movement that had to be Simeon, getting ready.
Really, how much he wanted this-- it was pathetic. Simeon had ruined him, and he should take responsibility for it, or at least fuck Etienne silly.
Simeon's hand came to rest over Etienne's own, on Corin's hip, and Corin's body jerked, just a little, nothing Etienne couldn't cope with. The rest was just Etienne trying to keep breathing, or if he was going to suffocate, to at least do so without Corin noticing and making Simeon stop.
"Ah-- Sim--" Desperate was a sexy sound for Corin; Etienne sucked harder, wanting to hear more, and was rewarded with a shaky-sounding moan.
Simeon's fingers rubbed over the back of Etienne's hand, not quite gently. "Don't let him come yet, you hear me? He's not allowed."
Etienne didn't know what Simeon thought he was going to do about it one way or another, in this position. Well, he eased off a little, but from the noises Corin was making it would take something with the phrase gates of hell in the name to hold him back much longer.
Corin's body was tense, like he either really wanted to come or was really trying to hold it back. One part of Etienne wanted it that way, wanted to stretch things out as long as possible, because who knew when the next time would be?
Another little part pointed that it didn't matter either way, because it wasn't his name Corin was moaning.
Most of him, though, was just thinking about Simeon's reaction to seeing Corin's come painting his lips.
When he came, Corin did it mostly quietly, with a strangled fuck and his fingers digging into Etienne's leg. Etienne took the first bit in his mouth and made sure that he got the rest across his cheek and down his lips. Corin rolled to the side, out of the way, and then it was just Simeon above Etienne, deft fingers on his cock and that glorious on-the-edge expression on his face.
The noise he made when he came was gorgeous, like unnn and ahhh rolled together into a gorgeous thing that made Etienne wish he were Corin's age and good for another round already. Whatever, it was fine, because Simeon was coming all over Etienne's face and looking down at him as he did.
Once he looked away, Etienne followed his gaze, and there Corin was. Snuggling up beside Etienne, rolling him onto his side and god that was a smug look; it had to be genetic. "You have no idea how delicious you look."
"Oh," panted Simeon, and Etienne felt fingers in his hair and a warm body snuggling up against Etienne's back, "I think he knows exactly how delicious he looks."
Etienne meant to say something, he really did, but Corin was already starting to lick him off in slow swipes. He swallowed the first couple, and then Corin and Simeon both leaned up and they could share a little, Etienne thought.
Simeon broke the kiss with laughter. "I think he's jealous."
Like Etienne wasn't laying right here. He opened his mouth to say something, but Corin kissed him, and so he decided kissing was better than fighting since it meant he was getting what he wanted. Especially kissing with Simeon whispering in his ear what he looked like, flushed skin shiny with semen, pressed inbetween them...
Etienne thought that maybe he could get used to this. It was entirely unlikely that he'd be able to, but right now he really wished-- something.
To stay like this a little longer. That much, they seemed ready to give him, at least.
Corin had this habit of getting drunk-- or most of the way there-- with his roommates, and whenever his roomies went to bed, calling Simeon. Because Sim didn't have any morning classes this semester, and Corin fucking loved the way it felt when he lay back on the bed and Simeon straddled his face and shoved his cock down Corin's throat.
It was perfection itself, being held down and letting himself open up completely. Relaxing and at the same time gripping one of Simeon's hip with his left hand and one of those fucking delicious ass cheeks with the right.
And Simeon, despite not wanting to push Corin's limits (he always pulled out long before Corin was anywhere close to satisfied, much less near choking) didn't complain the fourth time it happened inside of two weeks.
This of course being their first time together post-threesome, Simeon had every desire to keep Corin's mouth occupied and managed to last a lot longer than he usually did; Corin's jaw was way past beginning to ache by the time Simeon came down his throat with a strangled sort of noise and his head thrown back.
Corin pulled him down onto the bed, after, smiling at the way Sim wasn't quite done panting yet. Adorable.
"So, about Etienne," he said, and ran his fingers up Simeon's side. "I think it's abundantly obvious that he has a thing for you." He'd suspected it before, because Etienne certainly didn't take two hours to get ready to see Corin, or even step away to the bathroom to freshen up his make-up, but the threesome had made it clear.
"He does not," Simeon said. Predictable denial.
Corin sighed and kissed Simeon's cheek. "If you honestly believe that, you're warped."
Simeon fidgeted a little, then just buried his face in Corin's neck and licked a stripe from collarbone up to earlobe. God, but it was nice to be with someone who knew all his hotspots, even if Simeon used them for nefarious purposes. Corin tilted his head to the side and let the conversation die down in favor of necking for half an hour to no purpose other than the sheer joy of necking-- the best sort, in Corin's opinion.
"So what if he likes me," Simeon said, when Corin was laying contentedly with his head on Sim's chest. The sound of his voice rumbled, a physical thing as well as audible.
"So, I think it should be the three of us and not the two of us." Corin realized only once the words were out that a) it was probably a bad idea to say that flat-out and b) he could have put it in a way that would have put Sim less on the defensive. But he was drunk and Simeon had just had a fantastic blowjob; maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Except Simeon's hand had stopped the aimless petting of Corin's lower back, and Simeon was holding his breath. Oh, hell. Corin took a deep breath and pushed himself up onto his elbow. Simeon's auburn hair looked darker with the ambient streetlight, nearly black against Corin's pale yellow sheets.
"I-- I meant to put that in a better way, but I'm drunk and I-- but-- I really think it could work, the three of us." Corin scrubbed a hand through his hair absently, but didn't look away. "I really want it, but, but, I'm not going to even try unless you do too. Don't-- don't give me an answer right now. Think about it and get back to me."
Simeon nodded, slowly, and relief flooded through Corin like being doused with water. One weight off his shoulders, at least.
"And you're going to talk to him, next time you see him." Corin couldn't help a smile at the doubtful look on Simeon's face. "Really. The two of you need to talk-- I get the impression that all you do is fuck."
"That's because: all we do is fuck," Simeon answered, a smile creeping at the edges of his expression.
"Well, add some talking in there. Just think-- it'll add fuel to the fire, if you put him off for a few minutes."
Simeon laughed, but softly, and wrapped his arms tighter around Corin. Much tighter and he'd have trouble breathing.
Corin shifted to where he could press his lips to Simeon's, and did, a gentle, lingering kiss. "Thank you."
Now Simeon looked away, and color rose in his cheeks. "Don't thank me yet."
"Not when you still owe me three blowjobs," Corin agreed, and pulled Simeon in for another kiss.
