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Sebastian was so focused on his work that he jumped when his phone started buzzing. It was from his mom, which meant only one thing. “What?” he called, not bothering to answer the phone. Robin only called him during the day when she was outside his door wanting to come in. He’d suggested installing a doorbell instead, but she’d argued that he wouldn’t hear it over his music. She was probably right. He pulled his headphones down around his neck so he could actually hear whatever she was trying to tell him.

“Can I come in?” Robin replied, her voice muffled by the door. Sebastian sighed and paused his music. Exactly what he’d thought.

“Yeah, whatever, it’s unlocked. But I’m kind of busy,” he replied. He stretched his legs out, making a small sound. It was nearly five pm, meaning he’d been sitting cross legged in his computer chair for the last three hours. He really needed to start setting posture reminders or something. Honestly, he’d been so caught up in his work that he hadn’t noticed that it was nearly time for dinner.

Robin peeked her head through the door, taking a judgmental glance around before her eyes lighted on Sebastian. “Wow, it’s actually clean in here,” she said, clearly impressed. Sebastian huffed in response, trying to act like it was always this clean. It definitely wasn’t, but since Elliott had shown up unannounced a few weeks ago, he’d been trying to keep it tidier.

“Did you need something?” he asked, attempting to direct this conversation to where it was supposed to go so she would leave him alone sooner. The basement was his lair. Few were allowed to linger in it.

“Are you ready to go?” Robin replied as she stepped into the room. Ugh. That wasn’t a good sign. “Have you even packed?”

“...Where are we going?” Sebastian asked, brow furrowing as he tried to figure out what in the world she was talking about. If they had family plans, he was certain he was unaware of them. Or maybe he just hadn’t been paying attention. It was already hard enough to keep up with his schedule along with Sam’s and Elliott’s, even with the intricately detailed online calendar Elliott kept. Adding the rest of the family was nearly impossible.

“To Nana’s.” Ah. That explained why he didn’t remember. Demetrius’s mother, or “nana” as Maru called her, was one of Sebastian’s least favorite people on the planet. And that meant a lot, considering that he disliked most people. “Come on, we’re loading the Jeep up now.”

“Do I have to?” Sebastian groaned, head falling back against his chair. “That woman hates me, and you know the feeling is mutual. Plus, I’m a grown adult. Do I really still need to go on family trips?” Maybe if it was Robin’s parents, it would be different. But neither of them had spoken to his actual grandparents in years. “I’m also slammed with work right now, so.”

Robin sighed, leaning against the door frame. At least she hadn’t come any further into the room than that. She was clearly in a hurry to get out of the house. After a moment of consideration, she finally relented. “Okay, you know what, fine, you don’t have to go.” Sebastian kept his face neutral, even though he was cheering inside. “I guess you’re right. You’re probably old enough to not burn the house down.”

“I don’t know about that.” Sebastian turned his attention back to his computer, clicking open an email. “There is a lot of wood around here.”

“You’re not making me feel any better about this, kid.” He could tell that she wasn’t really worried about him staying home alone, or at least he assumed she wasn’t. He was home alone all the time when the three of them were out doing who-knows-what. Not that he’d been doing much of that lately; any free moment he had was spent with some combination of his boyfriends. The thought gave him quite the idea.

“Well if you’re concerned, Sam could always come over and stay with me,” he said, glancing back over to her. He even offered her a smile. “Please?”

Robin narrowed her eyes, as if she could sense that there was something more to Sebastian’s request. “Okay,” she said slowly. She crossed her arms, studying him intently. “But don’t think that I’ve forgotten that he’s your boyfriend now.” Sebastian sighed loudly, but she continued. “Promise me that if you guys mess anything up, you’ll make sure everything is clean by the time we come home. And that you’ll be safe.”

“Fine, fine, yes,” Sebastian agreed. Mostly because he didn’t plan on him and Sam actually staying here. But Robin would be gone. She’d never know that. “Okay, well if you’re done with whatever weird parental thing that was, I’m going to call him.” He waved her off, picking up the phone. “So bye or whatever.”

“Seb, I’m serious about you two being safe. I don’t want to know what the two of you get up to when you’re alone, but–”

“ Mom ,” Sebastian interrupted, the word coming out through gritted teeth. He should have known this was coming. It hadn’t been that long since he’d told her that he and Sam were officially dating. At the time, she had been cool and hadn’t asked a lot of questions. He’d been surprised. Now he wasn’t. “Both Sam and I went to see Dr. Harvey. We both came back clean. We also have a safeword, if that’s what you were concerned about. So we’re fine. You don’t need to worry about us.” He smirked as her eyes widened, though it faltered when he realized what he’d said. “Uh, can you just like, not tell Jodi about the safeword thing? The less she knows about all of that, the better.”

“I’m going to pretend that I don’t know about it,” Robin replied, pretending to shudder. She did look relieved though, like this had been weighing on her for a while. “Alright, well, you two have fun. Just not too much fun.”

“Good bye , mother.”

“Bye, kiddo. Love ya.” And with that, she was finally gone. Sebastian watched the door close, waiting until her footsteps were all the way up the stairs before calling Sam. It was right in the middle of dinner prep, but he didn’t care. Hopefully Jodi would let him away for a couple of minutes.

“Hey, babe!” Sam’s voice was bright and cheery on the other end of the line. Sebastian could hear Vincent yelling for him in the background. “What’s up?”

Sebastian was already grinning. He really couldn’t believe their good luck. “Guess who’s home alone? Completely alone?”

“Based on your tone of voice, I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you,” Sam laughed, though it quickly faded as he let out a pained noise. “Ow! Vince, dude, you gotta watch where you swing that thing!” His chuckle and attention both returned to Sebastian. “Little guy is way stronger than he looks. So, where’s the rest of the family?”

“They’re spending the weekend with that bat of a woman that Demetrius calls his mother,” Sebastian said, kicking his feet up on his desk. He knew he wasn’t getting any more work done today, or this weekend, for that matter. “Anyway, mom said that you could come stay the weekend with me, if you wanted.”

“Aw, sick!” Sam replied, and even though Sebastian couldn’t see him, he knew he was grinning widely. “Yeah, let me just double check with mom and then I’ll head that way.”

“Actually, I don’t want you to come here.”

“What?” Sam sounded disappointed. He was so cute sometimes. “Why not? Your mom said I could.”

“I know.” Sebastian was grinning so hard that his face hurt. “She’ll think that you’re here. And your mom will think that you’re here. But we’ll both be at Ellie’s.”

Sam was quiet for a moment as he fitted the pieces of Sebastian’s puzzle together. “Ooooh, yeah, that sounds incredible.” His voice was a little lower now, and Sebastian could hear him walking down the hall towards his room so they had a bit more privacy. “Did you call him and ask if we could come stay this weekend?”

“No,” Sebastian admitted. “But how could he deny his two beautiful, young boyfriends?” He mimicked Elliott’s accent as he spoke. Sam immediately broke out in laughter.

“Babe, you sound just like him,” Sam managed to say through his giggling. “He does say that all the time.”

“Yeah, so I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Sebastian quickly closed out everything on his computer before shutting it down. “So pack your bags. I’ll meet you outside Emily and Haley’s in 20 minutes.”

“I just gotta check in with my mom, but deal. See you soon!” Sam replied, before hanging up the phone with a click. Sebastian got up, hurriedly gathering his things and shoving them into his black backpack. He didn’t bother with many changes of clothes. If the weekend went the way he was hoping it would, he didn’t expect to need them.

Sebastian wasn’t sure what Sam had promised Jodi to get out of whatever weekend chores she had in store for him, but whatever it was, it apparently worked. At just after six o’clock they were standing on Elliott’s porch, looking up at his giant front door. Sebastian remembered the first time they’d been here. They had propositioned him for a threesome, and now here they were, four months later, dating. Things were going well, better than Sebastian could have ever expected, despite the fact that their schedules rarely aligned. All of that was going to change this weekend.

“Should we knock or use the key?” Sam asked, motioning with his head towards the potted plant that hid the spare key. Elliott had told them to come in whenever they wanted, and they both had. But tonight was a special occasion, so Sebastian knocked.

It took several minutes for Elliott to come to the door. First Sebastian heard the door unlock, and then it opened to reveal their tall, stunning boyfriend. Sebastian’s eyes widened when he saw him. Elliott was dressed in a plush, wine color robe and nearly nothing else… except for a silk bonnet tied around his head to hold his hair. Sam let out a giggle beside him, attempting to muffle it with his hand.

“Boys!” Elliott exclaimed, throwing the door open wide. “What a lovely surprise! Come in, come in.” He stepped out of the way, and Sebastian noticed the motion was a little unsteady.

“Hi,” Sebastian greeted as he walked in. He could hear the TV going in the living room, and the house smelled good, like butter and garlic. Perfect, considering neither of them had even thought about dinner. “Both of us ended up being free, so we figured we’d come crash here with you.” He leaned up, meeting Elliott’s lips for a soft kiss. He tasted and smelled like wine. “Is that okay?”

“Of course!” Elliott grinned down at him, wrapping an arm around Sebastian’s waist. “I was just finishing dinner. Nothing too fancy, just cacio e pepe . I haven’t had a chance to go grocery shopping this week yet. But I think I’ve prepared enough for the three of us.” He led them back to the kitchen, humming happily as he walked. Sebastian fell back a step to be beside Sam.

“I think someone is a little drunk,” he muttered to Sam, watching as Elliott nearly danced his way into the kitchen. It wasn’t odd to see Elliott drunk; it was Friday, after all. He just normally didn’t start so early. “I wonder if everything's okay.”

Sam paused, studying Elliott intently for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know. We can just ask.” He walked into the kitchen, leaning against the island as Elliott grabbed three bowls. He opened his mouth, but stopped to sniff. “Uh, Ellie? Is something burning?”

Elliott frowned for a moment, looking around. “No? Oh, ah, yes, the bread!” He grabbed an oven mitt, quickly taking the garlic bread out of the oven. “Good catch, Sammy, my perfect, sweet boy.” He blew Sam a kiss before breaking out into giggles. Sebastian caught Sam’s gaze, raising a brow.

“You feeling okay over there, El?” Sebastian asked, sliding onto one of the stools at the island. “Did something happen today that you want to talk about?”

“Mm…” Elliott considered it as he looked for forks. Sam came around the counter, taking over on the serving so Elliott could focus on talking. He was rewarded with a very sloppy kiss. “Ah, yes.” Elliott licked his lips, eyeing Sam as he filled their bowls. “Today didn’t quite go as I had hoped. I had a call with my father and it… was not pleasant.” He paused, taking in a deep breath like he was trying to center himself. “...I despise that man.”

“That would explain the wine,” Sebastian said, nodding slightly to the two wine bottles that were still sitting on the counter. One had about half left, while the other had been drained to the last drop. He was unsure if he should ask more about why Elliott had been forced into a conversation with his father. Having these kinds of conversations definitely wasn’t his forte. “How long have you been drinking?”

“Since we got off the phone,” Elliott giggled. “That was right after lunch, I suppose. And now it’s dinner!” He wrapped his arms around Sam from behind, burying his face between his shoulder blades. “Mmm. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Sam hummed, sliding a bowl and fork towards Sebastian before turning in Elliott’s arms. “And we’re going to be here all weekend!” Elliott gasped, his eyes wide as he looked at Sam. “Which means that you need to eat this.” Sam pressed a bowl into Elliott’s hands. “And drink a glass of water.”

“Or maybe we just need more wine,” Sebastian suggested unhelpfully. Sam shot him a bit of a glare, which Sebastian ignored. “I’m sure we could catch up.”

“Oh no, no, Sam’s right.” Elliott climbed onto the stool next to Sebastian, teetering slightly before finding his balance. “I may have let my emotions get the best of me.” He stabbed his fork into the bowl of pasta, twirling it absently. “I just hate having to talk to him. He always knows exactly what to say to ruin an otherwise lovely day.”

Sebastian shifted in his stool so his thigh was pressed against Elliott’s. “You don’t have to worry about that now,” he promised him, taking a bite of pasta. Apparently being slightly intoxicated didn’t dampen Elliott’s cooking abilities, though it probably had led to the simplicity of the dish. “Eat. Have some water. And then we can spend the rest of the evening cuddled up on your couch.” Or in bed, though he didn’t add that part.

“That sounds marvelous.” Elliott smiled as Sam sat on the other side of him, placing a glass of water in front of him. He drained the entire glass before digging into his dinner. “So, how did you two gorgeous boys end up with me this evening? I assumed you were heading to the saloon to play billiards with Abigail, as usual. Or meeting your family obligations.” Sebastian winced when Elliott mentioned Abigail. Oh, right, he probably needed to text her to let her know they weren’t coming. He was sure they’d hear an earful about that later.

“Seb’s parents are out of town this weekend,” Sam replied, muttering the words around a large bite. He swallowed before continuing. “Robin said I could stay over with Seb, and Seb told her I was coming. I told my mom I was going to Seb’s. And if she asks Robin, she’ll also think that I was there.”

“Meanwhile, we’re actually here being showered with affection by our hot, secret boyfriend,” Sebastian added, grinning at Elliott. That had been his plan, at least. Now he thought it might be Elliott who needed the attention. “Mom and the rest won’t be back until late Sunday, so we’ve got all the time in the world.”

“I love the sound of that,” Elliott agreed, beginning to get up to refill his water. Sebastian quickly stopped him, doing it for him instead, and getting a glass for him and Sam as well. “Thank you, darling.” He looked down at his bowl before glancing at the two of them. “I apologize for not being more presentable.”

“Daddy, it’s fine,” Sam told him, nudging him playfully. “That robe looks super hot on you, even with that weird hair thing.” Elliott laughed, shaking his head affectionately at him.

“It’s a satin sleep cap,” Elliott explained, reaching up to lightly touch it. “I’m doing a hair mask and it needs time to soak in. I promise, the end results will be worth it. It should be time to wash it out once we’ve finished eating. Since I believed my evening to be shot, I decided to pamper myself with my full twelve step hair care routine.”

“Twelve steps?” Sebastian replied, nearly choking on his pasta. He’d never seen Elliott do anything to his hair besides brush it and apply some kind of spray. He was starting to realize how little they actually knew about each other’s lives and routines, and he didn’t like it. “What step is this?”

“Twelve,” Elliott hummed, scraping the bottom of his bowl for that elusive last bite. “I consider applying the mask, rinsing, and drying my hair to all be one step together. Otherwise it just gets ridiculous.” The alarm on his phone began to ding, and he reached across the island to grab it. “Speaking of, it’s time for that rinse. Will you two be alright without me for a few moments?”

“Of course. We can clean up,” Sam said as he very gracefully shoved the rest of his garlic bread into his mouth. Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“How about you clean up and I go with El?” Sebastian suggested. Elliott paused halfway to the bathroom, turning to look at him with a raised brow. “What? You might need help rinsing.”

“I think you just can’t let me out of your sight,” Elliott replied, shooting him a flirty little wink. “Come along then. I’ll indulge you.” He led Sebastian down the hall, through his bedroom, and into the attached bath. There was a huge walk-in shower, along with a large, antique claw foot tub. “I normally just rinse out in the tub, since I got the handheld sprayer installed.”

“That’s fine.” Sebastian grabbed a couple of towels as Elliott pulled a short stool up to the higher end of the tub. Sebastian tucked a rolled towel between Elliott’s neck and the cool porcelain so he was more comfortable, draping the other towel over the edge of the tub for later. He turned the water on, testing the temperature with his fingertips as he watched Elliott remove the cap. His damp hair tumbled out from it, a cascade of auburn against ivory. Sebastian couldn’t wait to run his hands through it.

“So I just rinse? That’s all?” Sebastian asked, grabbing the handheld sprayer and carefully moving back over to Elliott. He knew how particular Elliott was about his hair. The last thing he wanted was to mess it up.

“Mhm.” Elliott had already closed his eyes. Sebastian supposed that was easy enough. He started at Elliott’s scalp, gently massaging with one hand as the other slowly guided the warm water. The scent of pomegranate overwhelmed him almost immediately, and Sebastian had to swallow to keep himself from drooling. It wasn’t that he was particularly fond of pomegranates, but every hygiene product Elliott owned seemed to be scented with them, to the point where he now associated the smell with him. He hummed softly as he worked, letting his fingers trail down through Elliott’s long locks as he fantasized about fisting his hands into it later.

The moan Elliott let out was so soft, Sebastian at first thought he’d imagined it. He then heard Elliott’s foot slide across the tile, and he glanced down to see that Elliott’s robe had opened enough to reveal a pair of matching silk boxers. Judging by the slowly rising tent in them, Sebastian wasn’t the only one who was enjoying him rinsing Elliott’s hair.

“Here, let me just…” Sebastian trailed off as he straddled Elliott, seating himself in his lap. Elliott opened his eyes, lips slightly parted as he attempted to keep his breathing even. “There. That’s much better.”

“Darling, I–” Elliott moaned loudly as Sebastian really dug his nails into his scalp, his back arching slightly. Sebastian gripped him with his knees to keep from losing his balance. “My goodness, that feels incredible.”

“I can tell,” Sebastian teased, shifting slightly so Elliott’s cock was tucked firmly against his backside. He otherwise ignored it, his full attention on Elliott’s hair. It was probably rinsed out enough by now, but it wouldn’t hurt to make sure. Elliott’s hands found his hips, sliding up under his shirt to skim over his warm skin. 

“Sebastian.” The word left Elliott in a groan. Sebastian glanced down at him, heart beating faster when he noticed Elliott’s gaze was completely focused on him. “My darling, I…” His eyelids fluttered as Sebastian massaged his scalp right behind his ear, the words trailing off into a quiet whimper. “I… I love you.”

Sebastian froze, the water just barely skimming  over Elliott’s hair. Had Elliott just…? He stared down at him, noticing Elliott’s eyes were as wide as his were. He looked as shocked as Sebastian felt. Sebastian just sat there, mouth open, completely unsure of how to react. Luckily, his instinct to bolt had faded. He’d been afraid before, when Sam had confessed his feelings to him. Terrified that if he let his guard down, if he let someone love him, they’d leave him and break his heart, like his father had. But it had been almost a year, and Sam was still here. He’d proven that he wasn’t going anywhere. And Elliott, well, it had only been a short time, but Sebastian already trusted Elliott with his life and with his heart.

Before he could pull his thoughts together enough to say something, Elliott started to laugh, harder and harder until his entire body was shaking. “Whoops,” he said, barely able to get the word out. Eventually, Sebastian started laughing along with him. “That was unintentional, although part of me is impressed I managed to go without saying it for so long.”

Sebastian turned the tap off, lightly squeezing Elliott’s hair to get out the excess water. “I’m as impressed as you are,” he said, smiling softly down at him. “I figured you would have said it weeks ago.”

“That would have been in character for me, yes,” Elliott agreed, his laughter dying down to a chuckle. “I did mean it, but if you’d like to pretend I never said it, I’m happy to oblige.”

“It’s okay.” Sebastian slid out of Elliott’s lap, replacing the sprayer and grabbing the towel he’d laid out earlier. “As long as you don’t mind that I...” That he didn’t quite feel comfortable saying it back. Elliott nodded, not forcing him to say it aloud. He understood.

“Of course, little one, of course. You can verbally affirm your affection for me whenever you feel comfortable,” Elliott assured him, humming lightly as Sebastian wrapped the towel around his hair. “Although I’m hoping you’ll be interested in being physically affectionate with me very soon.”

“Oh yeah?” Sebastian arched his brow. “Was there something you had in mind?”

“Mm.” Elliott allowed Sebastian to guide him into an upright position before twisting the towel around his hair himself. He let the bundled towel rest on the top of his head. “You’ve made me feel so relaxed… and slutty .” He shot Sebastian a wicked little grin as he stretched out his legs in front of him. “Tonight, I’d like you to fill me.” The grin grew. “And Sam too, if he’s feeling up for it.”

Sebastian stared at Elliott, his mouth going dry. That… well, they hadn’t done that before. It wasn’t that he hadn’t fantasized about it, because he definitely had. But it turned out that both he and Sam enjoyed bottoming more than either of them had realized, especially since Elliott had proven himself to be an excellent top. His hesitation lasted too long, and Elliott’s smile quickly faded.

“Don’t worry about it, darling, it was just a suggestion,” Elliott said, standing from the stool. “I thought you might be interested, considering that when you first propositioned me, you told me you enjoyed switching. But it’s been a couple of months now, and I still haven’t had the pleasure of fully enjoying either of you.” He plugged in his hair dryer as he spoke, tugging the towel off from around his head. “Maybe another time.”

“How drunk are you?” It was the first sentence Sebastian could form, though he had meant it to be a little less direct. Elliott turned back to him, blushing brightly.

“I’m a tad buzzed,” Elliott admitted, running a comb through his hair to work out any tangles. Sebastian watched him carefully. He did seem to be a bit more with it now that he’d had dinner and a glass of water. “But I know this is what I want. You have my full, uninebriated consent, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

Sebastian nodded. It was, though only slightly. Elliott had clearly been thinking about this a lot. Now the alcohol had loosened him up enough to finally ask. “I’m down.” Elliott may have talked about how he couldn’t ever deny them, but Sebastian was pretty sure he could never deny Elliott either. If he couldn’t tell him that he loved him yet, he could at the very least do this. “What exactly were you thinking?”

“Oh, only that you’d both enjoy ravaging me,” Elliott hummed, leaning back against the counter. “Not together, of course. I mean, that’s a topic we can broach later, but I always assumed you’d be on the receiving end of that, whenever we decided to try.”

It was now Sebastian who was blushing furiously. “Me? Not Sam?” he asked, trying to pretend like he hadn’t assumed the exact same thing. Like he didn’t sometimes touch himself while thinking about what it would feel like to have both his boyfriends buried inside him.

“Darling, you know I love our sweet boy, but he lacks the patience for proper preparations,” Elliott reminded him, tossing the comb to the side once he was finished with it. “As much as I adore the thought of sharing him with you–and I’m sure he’d enjoy it as well–I’m afraid it’s not a likely possibility.”

“True.” Sebastian swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing. “But, uh, tonight?”

“Ah, yes!” Elliott smiled broadly at him. “I was hoping one of you would take me, and then the other. My preference would be to reach my climax as the second of you finishes, but I’m happy to still be used by the second in the rare instance that I orgasm too quickly.”

Sebastian blinked at him. “That’s very specific.” And ambitious, considering that Elliott was still tipsy and already quite worked up. Their conversation hadn’t seemed to ease his hard on any… or Sebastian’s, for that matter. “I’m sure Sam will be on board, but let me check with him. Dry your hair, then meet us in bed?” Elliott nodded, already turning on the hairdryer as Sebastian headed back towards the kitchen.

He found Sam in the kitchen, wiping off the counters. The dishes from their meal, including the ones Elliott had used while cooking, were already washed and put away. “You know, you’re not at home,” Sebastian laughed, coming around the island to Sam. “You don’t have to do chores.”

“I know.” Sam rinsed out the washcloth, carefully laying it out to dry. “But I’m used to it. And I know daddy likes to keep everything clean.”

“Apparently that’s not the only thing he likes.” Sebastian wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist, tugging him closer. He briefly considered telling Sam that Elliott had told him that he loved him, but decided to keep it just between the two of them, at least for now. They had far more interesting things to talk about anyway. “Guess what he wants us to do?”

Sam furrowed his brow, considering it for a moment. “Watch the Notebook?” he suggested, and Sebastian laughed loudly. Ever since Elliott had found out that neither of them had seen the Notebook, he’d insisted they were going to watch it together the next time they were over. Then they’d come over, get caught up fooling around, and run out of time. Not that any of them were complaining.

“No, although I’ll bet you five dollars that it comes up again at some point over the weekend.”

Sam laughed, sliding his arms around Sebastian’s narrow waist. “Deal,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss him softly. “Then what does he want, if it’s not that?”

“Oh, only for us to both bury our cocks in him.” Sam opened his mouth, and Sebastian cut him off before he could ask his next question. “One after another. Not at the same time.” Hm. If that’s also where Sam’s mind had gone, maybe they needed to actually have a conversation about it.

“That sounds fun too.” Sam brushed their noses together. “...Did you mean right now?”

“No, tomorrow,” Sebastian replied, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, right now. He’s waiting in bed for us as we speak.”

“Sick. Let’s not keep him waiting.” Sam grabbed Sebastian by the hand, tugging him down the hallway. He paused before they reached the main bedroom. “Wait, which of us is going first?” He looked over Sebastian, taking in his already flushed face and the bulge in his jeans. “Dude, did you two start without me? Because that’s totally unfair.”

“Hey, all I did was wash his hair,” Sebastian said, holding up his hands defensively. “But yeah, we should probably pick now.” He paused, considering it for a moment. “I think you should go first.”

“Why, cause I’m gonna be faster?”

Sebastian nodded. He was glad they were past the point of Sam being embarrassed about it. It wasn’t like he or Elliott cared. “Yeah. El wants to try to wait to come with whoever is second. If you rush through the first round, I think that’ll make it easier.” He licked his lips, looking up at Sam. “I want you to go hard and fast with him. Like, as hard as you feel comfortable going.”

Sam squirmed lightly, fidgeting with his fingers in a way that Sebastian knew meant he was turned on. “Is that what Ellie wants?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair. “I mean, he hasn’t bottomed in a while, right, babe? Don’t you think I should go easy on him?”

Sebastian shrugged, pushing past him so he could head back into the bedroom. “I don’t know what he wants. I’m just telling you what I want. But if you’re concerned, let’s ask.” He didn’t hear the hairdryer going anymore, so he assumed Elliott was in bed waiting for them. He wasn’t wrong.

Elliott had stripped out of the robe and was lounging across the bed in just the silk boxers. He had his head propped up on one hand; in the other, a pair of leather cuffs dangled off his finger. “There you boys are,” he greeted, shifting slightly so his hair fell across one shoulder. “I was starting to think you had decided to deny me.” Sam stood frozen in the doorway, his jaw nearly to the floor as he gaped at Elliott. “Are the two of you ready?”

“Yeah, daddy,” Sam muttered, ripping his hoodie off over his head. Sebastian had seen Sam undress quickly, but he’d never seen him undress as fast as he did now. Before he could even blink, Sam was in bed wearing nothing but his favorite pizza print boxers. “Are you gonna wear those?”

“I was considering it, sweet boy,” Elliott hummed, pulling Sam close so he could kiss him deeply. Sebastian watched as Sam pressed him back against the bed, stepping out of his pants as he enjoyed the view. He left the oversized hoodie on, not wanting to break his view of them. After a moment, he joined them, picking up the cuffs Elliott had dropped. They were beautiful, more beautiful than Sebastian thought leather cuffs could be. Even Elliott’s sex toys were fancier than most things Sebastian owned.

“Nice.” Sebastian barely got the word out before one of them–he honestly wasn’t sure which– grabbed him by his hoodie and pulled him flush against them. He met Elliott’s lips, his tongue delving into the other’s mouth. Normally Elliott fought him for control, and won, but tonight he gave in easily. Oh yes. Sebastian could already tell that he was going to enjoy this a lot.

After a long moment he pulled away, glancing between the two of them. “Sammy is going to go first,” he explained, running a hand through Elliott’s hair. He swore it was even softer than normal. “I want him to be rough with you. Is that okay?” Elliott nodded, his breathing already coming quickly. He was really going to have to gain some control over himself if he was going to hold out as long as he wanted to. “Do you want me to put the cuffs on now, or after we prep you?” They wouldn’t be rushing this. Elliott loved foreplay, delighted in the leading kisses and touches that slowly guided them towards their releases.

“After would be my preference,” Elliott hummed, though he stretched his arms up towards the headboard. Sebastian’s eyes followed the movement. He hadn’t paid too much attention to the headboard before, only noticing that it was intricately designed. Now he could see hand holds carefully hidden in the pattern, along with perfect places to loop cuffs through. Typical Elliott, always one step ahead. “I brought them out to help the two of you keep me in line.”

“Good, cause I’m bad at that,” Sam laughed, nuzzling against Elliott’s neck. “It doesn’t help that Seb is a bratty bottom.” Sebastian huffed, face flushing. Before he could open his mouth to defend himself, Elliott had the gall to agree with Sam.

“Oh, I’m very well aware of our darling Sebastian’s tendencies,” Elliott said, smirking at Sebastian. “I’m afraid I act similarly, under certain circumstances. Like when I’ve been drinking, or when I haven’t bottomed for a very long time.”

“How long has it been?” Sebastian asked, his hands finding their way into Elliott’s hair again. He stroked along a strand, nearly drooling over the feel of it. Most of the time, he at least tried to mask how much Elliott’s long hair turned him on. Apparently tonight he wasn’t even attempting.

Elliott considered it for a moment, obviously distracted by Sebastian playing with his hair. It didn’t help that Sam was also currently kissing along the column of his throat. “A couple of years, if I’m remembering correctly,” he replied, taking in a breath as Sam’s teeth scraped along his skin. “My previous partner was only interested in receiving.”

Guilt pooled into Sebastian’s stomach, tempering some of his arousal. He and Sam hadn’t been much better. He hated knowing he’d disappointed Elliott. “Sorry,” he muttered, the word so soft that he wasn’t sure if either of them would actually hear it. Luckily, Sam echoed the sentiment.

“Yeah, we’re sorry,” Sam agreed, nipping at Elliott’s earlobe before pulling away completely. “You’re just so good at being the top that I kinda forgot that we said we wanted to switch. Plus, this one–” he jerked his head in Sebastian’s direction “–has trouble letting me be the bottom when it’s just us.” Sebastian pouted. He hadn’t realized this was “roast Sebastian” night, especially when it came to his preferences in the bedroom.

Elliott just smiled up at them, his expression warm and full of affection. “Don’t apologize. It’s really only a minor thing,” he said. “It’s not something I need from you all the time. Only on special occasions.”

“Like when you’re buzzed and horny and it’s been a while?” Sebastian teased, leaning down to kiss him softly. Elliott laughed against lips, and Sebastian used the opportunity to hungrily licking into his mouth. If Elliott continued to talk, they’d talk forever. Elliott had a bad day. He didn’t want to think anymore. Sebastian understood that more than anyone, and he planned on doing everything he could to distract Elliott completely.

Sebastian broke their kiss when he felt Sam tug at his hoodie, allowing him to turn Elliott’s head so he could kiss him instead. Sebastian watched as their lips slotted together, watched as Elliott pushed his hand up into Sam’s messy blonde hair. He’d seen them make out dozens of times by this point, but somehow, each was still just as enjoyable as the last. He leaned in, pressing a loving little kiss to Sam’s temple, before reaching over to grab the lube off the nightstand. Elliott’s eyes flicked over to him as he popped the top open, legs spreading in anticipation.

“Wanna help me out here, Sammy?” Sebastian asked, pulling Sam’s attention back to him as well. He nodded at Elliott’s boxers, which Sam eagerly whisked off. Elliott inhaled sharply as the cool air hit his cock, squirming under Sam. Sam laid his hand across Elliott’s hip, thumb lightly stroking along the v of it as he held him down.

“You’ve gotta be good,” Sam told him, leaning down to give him a sweet, chaste little kiss. “Otherwise, Sebby will be mean to you and go so, so slow.” Elliott glanced over at Sebastian, who was smirking at him as he lubed up his fingers.

“In my defense, “slow” for Sam is still pretty quick,” Sebastian hummed, his fingers feathering along the length of Elliott’s cock. “I’m gonna have to go slow, babe, if he’s really gonna hold out until I’m done with him.” He didn’t expect Elliott to hold to his plans, which was fine by him. The thought of using Elliott’s abused, pliant body for his own pleasure was incredibly appealing. “Unless daddy wants a challenge.”

“Sometimes the two of you act like I’m a virgin,” Elliott replied, rolling his eyes. “It may have been a while, but I’ve been building quite the stamina while pleasuring both of my gorgeous, young boys. I plan on fully putting that training to use tonight.” He grabbed Sebastian by the hair, forcing him down for a hot, hungry kiss. Sebastian squeaked against his lips, barely catching himself with his clean hand. He loved when Elliott manhandled him like this. Part of him screamed for him to roll over and let Elliott bury his cock in him. The urge was so strong he felt his hole clenching, eager to be filled. He forced himself away from Elliott, breath coming in ragged pants.

“You okay?” Sam asked, noticing that wild look in Sebastian’s eyes. Sebastian just stared at Elliott, who was looking very, very smug by this point.

“...I think we better put those restraints on him now,” Sebastian finally said, tossing them over to Sam. Sam caught them easily, his fingers skimming over the buckle on one of the cuffs. “Think you can handle it, Sammy?”

“Uh-huh,” Sam said, although he was still admiring the handcuffs. Sebastian understood why. They were a lovely, dark maroon color with shining gold buckles, held together by a matching chain. Sam undid one of the buckles, opening the cuff so he could run his fingers along the soft, sheepskin lining. “Whoa. These are like… legit.” Elliott laughed, smiling up at him.

“Oh my sweet summer child,” Elliott hummed. “Of course they are. I never skimp, especially on things meant for the pleasure of my partners.” He wrapped his hands around Sam’s, guiding him as he spoke. “First, unclip the restraints here and here.” Sam carefully freed each cuff from the dainty, gold chain that connected them. The chain looked too fragile to withstand much, but when Sam tugged at it, it held fast. “Yes, just like that, love, that’s perfect.” Sam preened under the praise, and Sebastian could see his cock straining against his boxers. “Then just buckle the cuffs around my wrists.” Elliott extended his wrists, and Sam carefully wrapped the cuff around one. “Sam, sweet boy, don’t be afraid. You’re going to have to cinch them far tighter than that.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sam muttered, his voice small as he glanced up at Elliott. Sebastian let out an irritated huff. He was about to tell Sam to get over it and get on with it, but Elliott spoke before he had the chance.

“You aren’t going to hurt me,” Elliott whispered back, sitting up so he could wrap his free arm around Sam’s middle. “I promise. You believe me, yes?” Sam nodded, tugging the strap all the way to the second to last pip. Elliott didn’t even wince, just hummed his approval. “There’s my good boy.” He offered Sam his other hand, and there was no hesitation on the second cuff. Sebastian could see Sam’s earlier eagerness quickly returning. Elliott lifted his hands above his head, resting his arms on the pillows as Sam found a good place to loop the chain through.

Once Sam was done, Sebastian leaned up, tugging roughly on them with his free hand. They held tight, though Elliott made a soft sound when it caused one of his arms to jerk up. Sebastian inspected them for a moment longer before deciding that Elliott was satisfactorily restrained. He looked back at Sam, who was licking his lips as he took in Elliott’s bound form.

“We gotta get some of those,” Sam said, grinning goofily over at Sebastian. “Black ones that you can wear all the time.” Sebastian rolled his eyes, pretending like that wasn’t one of the hottest things Sam had ever said.

“They had black and silver,” Elliott said unhelpfully. “If you did wear them all the time, darling, they’d match your aesthetic perfectly. I doubt anyone would realize their function.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Sebastian sighed, shaking his head at them.

Although he’d mainly been talking to Elliott, they both replied in near unison. “ Yes .” Sebastian couldn’t fight back his blush, instead turning his attention to his actual goal of making Elliott writhe under his fingers. He kicked Elliott’s legs further apart, forcing Sam to shift to make room for them, before teasing his fingers over Elliott’s entrance. He caught Sam staring, drool nearly trailing from his mouth, and let out a playful little sigh.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch, or are you going to be helpful?” Sebastian asked him, barely holding back his smile. Sam forced his eyes away, eagerly looking up at Sebastian.

“What should I do?” he asked, his hand trailing lower to play down the inside of Elliott’s thigh. “Help with prep?” He reached for the lube, but Sebastian batted his hand away.

“Kiss him,” Sebastian ordered, prodding and massaging at Elliott with the tip of one finger. He’d known he was going to be tight, but he hadn’t realized he was going to be this tight. A distraction would help them move more quickly, regardless of what Elliott said about being able to handle it.

“You know I can hear the two of you talking about me,” Elliott huffed, though he didn’t complain as Sam moved up his body and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Once Sebastian was convinced Elliott was thoroughly distracted, he slowly slid his finger into him. He gave him a brief moment to adjust before setting a leisurely pace. Elliott moaned softly, the sound almost completely muffled against Sam’s lips. Their kiss grew sloppier as Sebastian added a second finger, though he quickly stopped when he heard one of them let out a pained noise.

“Daddy!” Sam gasped, his hand flying up to gingerly touch his lower lip. Ah, so that noise had been from Sam, not Elliott. A tiny drop of blood welled up from where Elliott had bit Sam too roughly.

“My apologies, sweet boy,” Elliott replied between rough breaths. He gripped at the bindings, trying to find leverage to rock down against Sebastian’s hand, even as his gaze stayed on Sam. “Come here, let me kiss it and make it better.” Sam leaned forward, giggling softly as Elliott pressed a loving little kiss to the area.

“Don’t be sorry,” Sam hummed, rutting against Elliott’s side as the other’s tongue darted out to clean up the speck of blood. “You can bite me as hard as you want. I don’t care.”

“You two are gross,” Sebastian said, though the way his voice cracked gave him away. He felt lightheaded, like every ounce of blood in his body had rushed down to fill his aching cock. “Do it again.”

Elliott smirked down at him. He still had an air of complete control about him, even though he was currently bound to the bed. Sebastian couldn’t wait to wipe that smug look off his face. “ Make me ,” Elliott growled, thrusting down against Sebastian’s stilled fingers. They held each other’s gazes for a long, tense moment, each waiting for the other to make a move, before Sam finally broke it for them. He grabbed Elliott by the chin, forcing him to break his staring match with Sebastian so he could meet him for another sloppy kiss. Sebastian couldn’t help feeling like he’d won, even if it’d been because of Sam.

This time Sebastian set a faster pace, letting his impatience get the best of him. He wanted Elliott, wanted to bend him in half as he shoved his cock into him. But he’d already agreed to let Sam go first, and he had no intention of going back on his promise. He could wait. Maybe. If they were quick. He scissored his fingers, feeling Elliott’s body beginning to give around him. This time, the hiss did come from Elliott, his body clenching around Sebastian’s fingers, but he didn’t ask him to stop.

“Okay, babe,” Sebastian said, giving Sam a playful smack on the backside. “He’s all yours.” He grabbed the lube again, refreshing what was on his fingers. Sam let his kiss with Elliott linger a moment longer, before yanking off his boxers and kicking them off the side of the bed. Sebastian pulled him closer, capturing his lips with his own as he wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock. He stroked him hurriedly, the lube mingling with his precome as he smeared both down Sam’s shaft. He pumped him through his hand until Sam whimpered against his lips, a sure sign that he was close. Good. The less Sebastian had to wait, the better. Was it selfish? Yes, of course it was. He didn’t care. Being selfish never bothered him before, and it definitely didn’t bother him now.

“You’re such a dick,” Sam muttered, nipping at Sebastian’s bottom lip as he pulled away. Sebastian gave him an innocent little shrug as he moved to lounge next to Elliott. His hoodie rode up slightly to reveal the pair of black, lace panties he was wearing. Sam’s eyes widened comically when he saw them. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it when Sebastian held a finger to his lips.

“You two should know that I loathe secrets,” Elliott huffed, straining his head in an attempt to see what Sam was looking at. Sebastian purposefully positioned himself so Elliott couldn’t tell what was going on.

“Don’t worry about it.  I promise you’ll like it,” Sebastian hummed, tugging the hoodie back down before pressing against Elliott’s side. It was a happy coincidence that he’d felt bold enough to wear them tonight. He should probably start wearing them frequently, considering how much they turned Elliott on. And Sebastian. They turned Sebastian on a lot .  “Tonight is about your enjoyment. Even more importantly, it’s about me getting to watch my boyfriend absolutely rail my other boyfriend.” He traced the strong line of Elliott’s jaw with his fingertip, not looking away even as Sam pulled Elliott’s legs up around his waist.

Elliott’s gaze flicked between the two of them, as if he was unsure who to focus on. Eventually, he landed on Sebastian, and Elliott held his gaze as Sam slowly inched his cock into him. Sebastian couldn’t believe that right now, Elliott was looking at him with nothing short of complete adoration, not Sam. As if Sebastian had hung the moon and the stars. Sebastian refused to look away, even though the eye contact had his heart pounding up into his throat.

“ Daddy ,” Sam exhaled, his head falling back once he was buried in him up to the hilt. It was the only word that could draw Elliott’s attention away from Sebastian. Sebastian let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. That smolder . He’d never gotten so worked up from just a look.  “My gosh, you are so, so tight .”

“Perfect for you to ruin,” Elliott hummed, his fingers wrapping around the chain as he attempted to rock down against Sam. Sam grunted softly as he hoisted Elliott’s legs a little higher up his waist, leaving his body suspended ever so slightly off the bed. Sebastian watched as that dainty chain dug into the wood, expecting one of the links to pop at any moment. Somehow it held. He made a mental note to try harder when it was his turn. He wouldn’t be able to lift Elliott like Sam could, but he had plenty of ways to get Elliott to yank on them himself.

“Sam!” The gasp brought Sebastian back to the present, and he quickly realized that if he didn’t start paying attention, he was going to miss the entire show. That would be a shame. Sam really was doing some of his best work. Beads of sweat were beginning to trickle down Sam’s brow, matting his messy blonde hair to his forehead. Sebastian reached out, gently brushing it back out of his way.

“You’re doing so good, babe,” Sebastian muttered, letting his hand linger briefly on Sam’s face. Sam glanced over at him, the tip of his tongue poking out the side of his mouth as he shot him a breathy grin. Sebastian rolled his eyes, settling back down against Elliott again. Elliott looked completely helpless, the position keeping him from really doing anything but taking what Sam was willing to give him. “You too, Ellie. Who knew you could take cock so well?” He watched as Sam’s cock pumped in and out of Elliott at a furious pace, sliding his hand down to lightly palm at his own aching cock. He couldn’t help but groan when the lace brushed against his erection. Hopefully Elliott would appreciate it as much as he had last time. “Are you sure you don’t want me to touch you, daddy? I don’t mind helping.”

“No touch.” Elliott huffed the words through gritted teeth. Sam wasn’t the only one who was sweating; strands of hair were beginning to curl around Elliott’s face. Sebastian stroked himself more firmly, the excitement of the moment getting the best of him.

“No touch? I thought you were supposed to be eloquent,” Sebastian teased, smiling when Elliott finally looked back over at him. “Has Sam rendered you speechless?” Elliott opened his mouth, clearly about to say something snarky back in response, when Sam shifted them slightly so his cock drug along Elliott’s prostate. Whatever words Elliott had quickly escaped him and were replaced with a cry of pleasure as his body jerked against Sam’s. “ Yeah , Sammy, do that again.”

Sam grunted in response, his fingers digging into the plump flesh of Elliott’s backside as he thrust into him again. This time Elliott was more prepared and bit back his moan before it could get too loud, though Sebastian noticed how he drove his heels into the small of Sam’s back. “ Ellie ,” Sam moaned, his breath coming in ragged pants. He was close, so close. Sebastian could tell without him even having to say anything.

“C’mon, Sammy, babe, you can do it,” Sebastian urged, lifting his hoodie as Sam looked over at him so his boyfriend had a perfect view of him jerking himself off. He didn’t plan on working himself to completion–what fun would that be?--but he knew Sam would enjoy the show. “Wanna watch you come.” Apparently that was all Sam needed. He gave Elliott one more harsh shove, both of their names tumbling from his lips as he unloaded his seed into him.

After a few more stuttered thrusts he collapsed against Elliott, letting him fall back against the bed again. Elliott moaned softly as Sam’s stomach brushed against his still fully erect cock, writhing under him in an attempt to get any kind of friction. Sam stayed still, his face buried against Elliott’s neck as he attempted to catch his breath.

“That was so good, daddy,” Sam hummed as he peppered breathy little kisses to Elliott’s neck. He worked them up along his jaw until he was meeting his lips in a sloppy, satisfied kiss. Sebastian used the moment to tuck himself back into his panties and sit up on his knees beside them, his hoodie falling back to mid thigh.

“Excuse me.” Sebastian tapped Sam on the shoulder. “I believe it’s my turn now.” Sam let out a little giggle, sliding out of Elliott before scrambling out of the way. Sebastian looked at the empty space between Elliott’s legs, then up to where Elliott was looking at him expectantly. He suddenly realized he was going to have to follow Sam. He was going to have to follow Sam . Sam was phenomenal in bed, while Sebastian was fairly certain he was passable at best. His heart beat faster and faster, and for a moment he thought he might vomit. This had been a terrible idea. He should have gone first! At least then Elliott wouldn’t have been disappointed.

“Sebastian, darling? Are you alright?”

Sebastian looked up when Elliott spoke to him, though he couldn’t quite meet his eyes. All of his plans of being hot and domineering went right out the window. What had he been thinking, suggesting this? He couldn’t stand the thought of disappointing him again, especially right after he hadn’t been able to tell Elliott he loved him back. Because he did. He loved him, and Sam. But as always, he was too afraid to do anything about it.

“Babe, what’s up? You’re looking kinda pale, even for you,” Sam said, sitting up to look at him fully. Sebastian looked between them, unable to tell either of them how he felt or what he feared. Both were equally embarrassing.

“Uh, nothing,” Sebastian replied, desperately trying to pull himself together. He was supposed to be having sex, not a mental breakdown. Sam had never complained about his performance before… but Sam had never been with Sam. Now Elliott was going to be able to compare the two of them. And that really had been some of Sam’s better work. “Just, um…” He took a deep breath, glancing down when Elliott shifted uncomfortably underneath him. He watched as Sam’s spend began to dribble out of him and without thinking, he dipped his head to lick it up.

Elliott took in a sharp breath, his hole clenching around nothing. “Sebastian.” His voice was strained. “You’ve got to give me something. Fill me, darling. With your tongue, fingers, cock, I don’t care, but I need you desperately .” Sebastian licked his lips as if considering it, though he was really just trying to work up the courage to actually move. “Sebastian… please .” Sebastian glanced up at Elliott, barely managing to keep the surprise off his face. He’d never heard Elliott beg before, and it went straight to his cock.

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian said, slowly pulling back. “What did you say?” This time, he couldn’t hide his smirk, especially as Elliott realized exactly what he was doing to him.

Elliott hesitated for a moment, as if he was deciding how much he was going to degrade himself, before speaking. “Please, please , darling, I need you,” he whined, spreading his legs wider in an attempt to lure Sebastian back in. It worked. Sebastian suddenly dove toward him, running the flat of his tongue along Elliott’s entrance. Elliott let out a little yelp of surprise, his back arching off the bed, and Sebastian heard Sam let out a low whistle.

“ Seb , yeah, clean him up,” Sam groaned. Sebastian would have reminded him that he should at least wait for them all to get off before he started making requests again if he hadn’t had his tongue buried inside Elliott. He lapped at him hungrily, spreading his cheeks so he could delve his tongue in farther. He was deliciously wet from where Sam had already filled him, already used him for his own pleasure. And now Sebastian was going to do the same.

Elliott was a whimpering mess by the time Sebastian finally pulled away. He reached out, grabbing Sam and yanking him forward so their lips collided. Sam moaned as he tasted himself on Sebastian’s tongue, eyes fluttering shut as he deepened the kiss between them. Sebastian curled his fingers into Sam’s hair, pretending to forget for a moment that Elliott was there, even though he was the only thing he could really think about. Elliott yanked roughly on the restraints, the chain sliding along its spot on the headboard, and he growled as it refused to come loose. Sebastian smirked against Sam’s lips. He’d known he’d get him to pull on them one way or another.

“Those are some pretty good cuffs,” Sebastian said breathily, his attention finally going back to Elliott. “Maybe I’ll let you order some for me after all.” He straddled him, slowly lowering his hips so his lace covered cock dragged along Elliott’s. The groan that came from Elliott was filthy, and it only got louder as Sebastian finally tugged his hoodie over his head, revealing the lace that clung to his hips and cock.

“Let me free,” Elliott demanded, tugging harder at the restraints. His eyes were zeroed in on the lace. It stood out beautifully against Sebastian’s creamy white skin. “Sebastian, darling, please .”

Sebastian let out a hum, slowly grinding down against Elliott’s weeping cock. “Oh no, you’re not getting out that easily,” he laughed. He was trying to keep his own breathing steady, like he was completely unaffected by what was going on. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” Elliott’s eyes moved to Sam. “Don’t even think about it, El. I’ll gag you before I let you ask Sam for help.”

Elliott let out a huff so strong that a strand of hair fluttered free from where it had been stuck to his forehead, but he stayed quiet. A surge of pride rushed through Sebastian. Ha. He’d known he would win. Elliott hated being gagged. He needed to be able to express himself or something like that. Sebastian didn’t plan on actually doing it, probably, but it still made a great threat. He shifted, dragging his hips along the smooth planes of Elliott’s stomach. The lace was already soaked from his precome, and Elliott shivered as it brushed across his skin.

“ You .” The way Elliott said the word, Sebastian wasn’t sure if a compliment or an insult was going to follow. Sebastian bit his lower lip, looking up at him expectantly.

“Yes?” Sebastian asked, cocking his head to the side as he stilled, still straddling Elliott’s abdomen. “Is there something you’d like to share with the room, Ellie?” He splayed his fingers across Elliott’s chest, leaning forward to be temptingly out of Elliott’s reach. He watched as the other glanced down at his lips, and he couldn’t keep himself from smirking. Elliott swallowed thickly, forcing himself to look up to meet Sebastian’s eyes.

“You are in for it when you’re next under my control ,” Elliott growled. He lunged forward, his lips crashing against Sebastian’s in a heated kiss. Sebastian let out a squeak of surprise, now realizing that he hadn’t been quite as out of reach as he had originally thought. The worst part was how he immediately melted into the kiss. He let Elliott take control without thinking, shuddering as the other’s tongue grazed against the roof of his mouth. Yes. That was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to tempt and tempt and tempt until Elliott finally lost control.

Eventually, the strain on Elliott’s arms was too much, and he collapsed back against the bed again. Sebastian chased him for a moment before he realized what he was actually supposed to be doing. “You haven’t changed your mind, have you, little one?” Elliott asked, and this time, he was the one who was smirking. Sebastian tried to ignore it, even as color raced up to cover his neck and cheeks. “I can be patient enough for Sam to prep you.” Sebastian saw the glint in Elliott’s eye. “Or you can let me go and I can do it myself.”

Sebastian ran his hands up along Elliott’s biceps, considering it for a moment. Elliott tensed under him, his excitement palpable. Sebastian hummed, fingers working higher and higher until they wrapped around the cuffs. “I’m thinking… no .” Sebastian grinned down at him, his grin only growing at the hurt look on Elliott’s face. “But really fantastic try, El. Who knew you could be so manipulative.”

Elliott shrugged, at least as much as he could with his hands still bound above his head. “You didn’t answer my questions, regardless,” he replied. Sebastian felt him shift uncomfortably under him. Elliott was clearly struggling to control himself, but he was being patient for Sebastian. And here Sebastian was, continuing to string him along.

“Mm.” Sebastian pressed a kiss to Elliott’s throat, feeling his pulse beating quickly beneath his lips. “I’m prepared to hold up my end of the bargain.” He looked over at Sam, knowing he had the lube. He’d already heard the squelching of the bottle coming from Sam’s direction, so he wasn’t surprised to see him with his half-hard dick in his hand. “You too busy over there, or do you have time to come feel me up?”

“Oh heck yes,” Sam replied, quickly scrambling over to Sebastian. His fingers trailed along the waistband of Sebastian’s panties, hesitating just briefly. “Off? Or no?” Sam knew him so well. Sebastian couldn’t help but grin at him, and then at Elliott.

“I think no, considering Elliott is just as fond of them as I am,” Sebastian hummed. He tugged Sam in for a kiss, groaning as Sam’s hand slipped between his legs. Sam pushed the lace away, freeing Sebastian’s cock enough for him to wrap his hand around him. He quickly pumped him through his fist, squeezing and twisting until Sebastian had to physically force himself away to keep himself from coming.

“That’s what you get for being such a dick earlier,” Sam teased, sticking his tongue out at him. Sebastian made a crude gesture at him, and Sam just laughed, falling back against the bed again. Sebastian closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He needed to calm himself down if he was going to do this. His former concerns were gone, completely overwhelmed by his need to be buried inside Elliott.

“Lift your hips,” Sebastian instructed, patting Elliott’s bent knee. He did so, allowing Sebastian to slide a pillow under his lower back. 

“Suddenly concerned about my comfort?” Elliott asked, smirking as he gave the restraints a little tug. Cheeky as always, even strapped down and completely at Sebastian’s mercy. Sebastian heavily considered jerking him off right here, right now and ruining the entire plan. Nothing was stopping him, after all, besides his desire to please Elliott. For the first time in his life, Sebastian wanted to be a good boy. He needed to be Elliott’s good boy.

“Better angle,” Sebastian grunted in response, before he did something stupid, like telling Elliott what he was actually thinking. He wrapped one arm around Elliott’s thigh, right under his knee, leveraging what little weight he had to push his leg back against his chest. His free hand was around his cock as he inched his way into Elliott’s hot, pliant body. The squelching sound made by the combination of lube, his saliva, and Sam’s release was deliciously obscene, and it had all three of them moaning in unison.

“How are you still so tight?!” Sebastian groaned, his head falling back as he attempted to gain some sort of control over himself. It didn’t help that Elliott kept clenching around him, clearly trying to encourage him to move. Elliott had been waiting a ridiculously long time for this. Sebastian thought he could probably wait a couple more seconds. He gathered Elliott’s other leg under his arm, pressing both of them back as he struggled to find a rhythm. He’d greatly underestimated how close he’d be by this point, and he was desperately trying not to empty his load too soon.

After a few short, sloppy thrusts, Sebastian managed to fall into a pace that seemed to be working for both of them, at least judging by the pleasure induced babbling that was coming from Elliott. It may have been rough and frantic, but neither of them cared by this point. The time for teasing had passed; now was the time to chase both of their releases. Sebastian turned his head, noticing the way Sam was gaping at the both of them. It was like he’d never seen two people having sex before, when in reality this was a regular occurrence. That was the thing about Sam though. He experienced everything as newly and intensely as he did the first time.

“Touch him,” Sebastian grunted, his own hands busy gripping at the fleshy part of Elliott’s thighs. He was certain if he let go, he’d lose his balance completely. “I’m not–” His breath came too ragged for him to finish the sentence.

Luckily, Sam got the gist and turned his focus from his own cock to Elliott’s. Sebastian tried to keep his thrusts steady as Sam smeared precome and lube along the shaft of Elliott’s cock, but it was getting harder and harder to keep the pace. The pressure that had been pleasantly building at the base of his spine was quickly getting unbearable. One more rough thrust and his release hit suddenly and hard, overwhelming him completely. His vision felt fuzzy, but he could hear the near scream from Elliott as he finally, finally hit his own release. Sebastian let go of Elliott’s legs so he could collapse on top of him, burying his face against his chest. Elliott smelled like sweat and sex and that deep, heady scent that was completely and totally Elliott. Sebastian closed his eyes, basking in bliss of being wrapped up in both his boyfriends.

Well, one of them, anyway. The other was apparently too busy pleasuring himself to cuddle. Sebastian forced his eyes open, turning his head to watch Sam hurriedly jerking himself off. “Need help over there?” he asked, surprised by how slurred the words were. He really needed to get a handle on himself.

“Da-darling?” Sebastian jerked up when he heard the broken word coming out of Elliott, alarm bells going off in his head. It was even enough to get Sam to stop touching himself and turn his full attention to them. Now that they were done, the strain of having Elliott’s arms tied above his head was clearly too much for him.

“Sorry!” Sebastian exclaimed, hurriedly undoing the buckles on the cuffs. He’d known Elliott was uncomfortable and probably feeling pretty vulnerable, yet he’d still somehow managed to forget about him entirely. The surge of shame sobered him up quickly enough to act. He took Elliott’s hands in his own, slowly massaging the blood back into them. “Are you okay? Do you need a drink?” Those were the first things Elliott always asked him after a particularly intense round. Sebastian wished Sam was asking them instead. He’d always been better with things like feelings.

Elliott shook his head. Sebastian stared at him, eyes wide as he wondered which of his questions Elliott was saying no to. Had that not been okay? Before panic could fully overtake him, Elliott spoke again. “I’m perfect. Thank you.” Sebastian let out a long, slow breath, attempting to calm down his rapidly beating heart.

“You did so good,” Sam hummed, cuddling into Elliott’s side. There Sam was, knowing exactly what to say when Sebastian was floundering. He watched as Sam took Elliott’s face in his hands, gently turning him so they were looking at one another. “I love you so much, Ellie.”

Elliott’s entire body relaxed at the praise, and he nuzzled against the palm of Sam’s hand. “I love you too, sweet boy,” he muttered, drawing Sam close for a deep, loving kiss. Sebastian watched them both, the anxiety in his chest starting to fade. Elliott was okay. Sam was okay. Everything was fine. He could focus on enjoying the moment again.

“As hot as this is, I’m beginning to feel a little left out,” Sebastian said as their kiss continued. Sam giggled, pulling away from Elliott to crash his lips against Sebastian’s. Sebastian made a small surprised sound, his fingers digging into Sam’s hair as the other nearly tackled him off Elliott. Thankfully, Elliott’s bed was huge, so they had plenty of room to indulge in a bit of wrestling.

“I love you.” Sam whispered the words against Sebastian’s lips. It wasn’t anywhere near the first time he’d told Sebastian that, but somehow, the soft admission always left Sebastian feeling warm. Tonight he didn’t even feel any of the normal guilt that came from not saying it back, probably because Sam followed it up with “...Will you suck my cock?”

Sebastian blinked up at him, positive he had misheard him. It wasn’t until Elliott burst out into laughter that he realized Sam had really said what he thought he’d said. “Sam!” He attempted to scold him, but Elliott’s laughter was contagious. Sebastian found himself laughing as well. “I swear, you’re insatiable.”

“Is that a no?” Sam asked, tilting his head as his lower lip jutted out in the cutest little pout. The pout Sebastian could almost never say no to.

“If he won’t do it, I will,” Elliott promised, grabbing Sam around the waist and pulling him back to him again. Sam squealed, wrestling against Elliott for a moment before allowing himself to be pinned back against the bed. Sebastian watched them, that warm, affectionate feeling growing and growing until he felt like he was going to burst. And then he did.

“I love you.”

Both of them froze, their full attention turning to Sebastian as the words hung in the air between them. A grin slowly spread across Sam’s face, wider and brighter than Sebastian had ever seen. Sebastian stared back at them, attempting to not look as mortified as he felt. He definitely hadn’t meant to say that, but he had. There was no going back now.

“Wait… which one of us are you talking to?” Sam asked, that smile quickly faltering as he looked between Elliott and Sebastian.

“I admit, I’m curious to hear the answer to that as well,” Elliott added, rolling to his side so he could look at Sebastian more easily. Unlike Sam, who was desperately trying not to look as hopeful as he clearly felt, Elliott’s expression was carefully guarded. Like he expected the answer to be Sam and didn’t want to be disappointed.

“Both,” Sebastian replied, the word coming out clear and confident. He meant it. He adored both the men in front of him, and he was tired of ignoring the way he felt. They deserved to know that this was as real to him as it was to them. “I was talking to you both.”

Sam reached for him, and Sebastian allowed himself to be sandwiched between them. It was crazy how well he fit here, how comfortable he felt being crowded by his boyfriends. He found himself face to face with Elliott, who tilted his chin up to kiss him deeply. Sam stole the next kiss, pressing his fully erect cock against Sebastian’s backside as their tongues danced together. Sebastian felt lazy and sated, so he let both of them take control, just savoring the way it felt to have each of them plunder his mouth. Sam pulled away, Sebastian watching as Sam met Elliott’s lips now. They shared a sizzlingly hot kiss, one that had Sam rocking his hips forward against Sebastian. His cock nestled between Sebastian’s cheeks, and Sam groaned at the feel of him.

“You need to calm down,” Sebastian laughed, shaking his head affectionately at Sam. Elliott grinned, hooking one long leg around both of them to pull them even closer. When he shifted, Sebastian could feel the wetness of his release leaking out of Elliott. Sebastian looked up at him. “And you need a shower.” They all did, actually. Sweat and cum was making their skin stick together in a way that definitely would have been gross under any other circumstance.

“Before all that, where did we land on that blow job?” Sam asked, voice hopeful. Sebastian rolled his eyes, giving Elliott a look that said can you believe this guy ? Elliott chuckled, his fingers trailing down Sebastian’s spine.

“So needy,” Sebastian sighed, shaking his head. He couldn’t see Sam, but he knew he was pouting again based on the amused look in Elliott’s eye. “What are we going to do with him, Ellie?”

Elliott pretended to ponder the question before letting out a wistful little sigh of his own. “Well, since you’re in love with him, I suppose we have to keep him.” The grin he’d been trying to hide grew. “I have to admit, I’ve grown rather attached to him myself.”

“You both know you love me,” Sam muttered. He buried his face against Sebastian’s neck, and Sebastian squealed and writhed as he blew a raspberry against his skin.

“Ugh, you just changed my answer to no,” Sebastian said, finally managing to wiggle over Elliott and away from him. “You’re going to have to be far nicer to me if you want me to suck your dick.”

“Daddy?” Sam asked, giving Elliott those big, puppy dog eyes. As if that wasn’t enough, he added a soft, pleading, “Please?” There was no way Elliott could say no to that. Sebastian felt even his own resolve breaking.

“Don’t worry, sweet boy, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of,” Elliott promised him, drawing Sam in for a loving little kiss. “But Sebastian is right. We do need to wash up.” Sebastian had never been so disappointed to be right. He didn’t want to leave their comfortable bubble, but when Sam and Elliott got up, he followed them into the bathroom.

Elliott turned the water on in the shower, fiddling with the knobs for a moment before motioning for them both to get in. Sam groaned as he stepped under the water, though Sebastian lingered with one leg in, one leg out. He watched as Elliott carefully put his hair up in a bun, his reflection in the mirror getting harder to see as steam filled the room.

“Aren’t you gonna wear your shower cap?” Sebastian asked, staying put even as Sam grabbed his arm and attempted to tug him under the water. Today was the first day he’d ever actually seen Elliott get his hair wet, at least on purpose. Their first summer together, they’d both gotten a very firm lecture when they’d splashed him while swimming. The memory was burned into Sebastian’s brain… mostly because of the spanking they’d both received when they went back to Elliott’s for lunch. Sam had literally sobbed through the entire ordeal, which had been oddly arousing for all three of them. It had been followed with some of the hottest, most loving sex Sebastian had ever experienced. As enjoyable as that had been, they’d both learned their lesson: Elliott’s hair did not get wet.

Elliott paused, brow raising. “Must I?” he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly. It looked overly exaggerated with his hair piled on the very top of his head. “I was under the impression that I could trust the two of you.”

Heat crawled up Sebastian’s chest to flush his face, and it definitely wasn’t related to the hot water running behind him. He knew how important Elliott’s hair was to him, and the other was trusting him and Sam not to mess with it. As small as it seemed, it was huge to Sebastian. Elliott may have said that he loved him–and Sebastian believed him–but this was the moment where the meaning of those words really set in. He sniffled slightly. He had to get under the water before either of his boyfriends saw how emotional he was.

“Come on.” Sebastian extended his hand, smiling as Elliott took it. He pulled him into the shower and nudged Sam out of the way so they could stand under the water. Luckily, Elliott was tall enough that with a small adjustment of the shower head, he could easily keep his hair dry. Especially since Sebastian was currently hogging the majority of the water.

“Greedy boy,” Elliott scolded, shaking his head at Sebastian, who just grinned. “Little ones who act like that end up on their knees.”

Sebastian gaped up at Elliott. For a brief moment, his mind went completely and wonderfully blank. “Oh yeah? Is that a promise?” With a smirk, he added, “ Daddy? ” Before he could feel too proud of himself, Elliott forced him down until his knees met the wet tiled floor. Sebastian’s heart hammered in his chest, but he definitely wasn’t going to complain. As fun as it was to pretend to dominate Elliott, this was far better.

“My sweet little Sammy.” Elliott turned his full attention to Sam, who was eagerly watching the two of them. Somehow, he’d managed to keep from touching himself, which Sebastian found incredibly impressive. Sam’s brain always seemed to short circuit when he was fully erect. Apparently he could also tell that Elliott was up to something. “Come. Let daddy help you.” 

Sam eagerly stepped forward, glancing down at Sebastian when Elliott guided him to stand right in front of where Sebastian knelt. Sebastian furrowed his brow, though he decided not to say anything. Things would likely go better for him if he just waited things out. There was no point in trying to overthink things or try to figure out where this was going. Elliott would guide him, just like he always did.

“Alright, darling, open your mouth.” Elliott slid his hand to the small of Sam’s back, guiding his hips forward until the head of his cock brushed against Sebastian’s lips. Sebastian quickly parted his lips, groaning softly as Sam pushed his way into his warm, wet mouth. Sebastian glanced up just in time to see Elliott grab Sam by the hair and twist his head so their lips could meet for a hot, sloppy kiss. Or at least, it was sloppy on Sam’s part. Elliott seemed to be fully in control, as usual. Sebastian gripped Sam’s hips as the other started to thrust into his mouth, but Elliott quickly swatted his hands away.

“Not so fast,” Elliott hummed, his voice breathy after their kiss. “Hands in your lap.” Sebastian would have pouted if his mouth hadn’t been so full. Probably for the best. Acting bratty always got him in trouble, and at least for the moment, Sebastian still wanted to be good. He wanted Elliott to know he was worth trusting. So he dropped his hands, letting them curl on top of his thighs. 

When Sam began to move against him again, Elliott stopped him as well. “I don’t want you to move either.” Sam immediately paused, a soft whimper the only sign of his distress. The corner of Elliott’s mouth twitched up, a sure sign that he was trying not to smile. “I told you daddy would take care of you.”

Elliott wrapped his hand around the nape of Sebastian’s neck, his fingers so long that they pressed into the divot behind his ear. Sebastian took in a breath so sharp he gagged, and Elliott had to pull him back so he could cough. He blushed when he saw the concern on both their faces. “I’m good,” Sebastian promised them, licking his lips even though they were already wet from the shower. “Totally good. Very green.” He opened his mouth, looking expectantly up at Elliott. The hand on his neck tightened, pushing him back onto Sam’s waiting cock.

Sebastian had never imagined that being used would feel so good. He had absolutely no say in what was happening, but he didn’t care in the slightest. Eventually Elliott’s hand moved up into his hair, gripping tightly as he moved Sebastian’s mouth along Sam’s cock. Sam made this beautiful, high pitched, keening kind of noise, bracing himself on Elliott’s shoulder in an attempt to keep himself from moving.

“Seb, baby, that feels incredible,” Sam groaned, his nails digging into Elliott’s skin. “Daddy. He’s doing so good.”

Elliott made a soft tsk ing kind of sound, shaking his head. The noise was enough to pull Sebastian out of his haze. Was Elliott not pleased with his performance? Dread curled in his stomach at the thought. He’d kind of been slacking, just enjoying the feeling of Elliott being in control, so he quickly kicked it back into gear. He hollowed his cheeks as Elliott moved him, arching his tongue so it dragged along the underside of Sam’s length. Sam let out a vulgar moan. This time when Sebastian looked at Elliott, Elliott was grinning.

“Glad to see you’ve finally decided to join the party, little one,” Elliott teased, lightly stroking the back of Sebastian’s head. “I knew you could do better.”

“I’m gonna come,” Sam gasped. It looked like his grip on Elliott was the only thing keeping him upright. “Please, daddy, I need it.” Elliott seemed to consider it for a moment, holding Sebastian right at the head of Sam’s cock. Sebastian swirled his tongue around him, running his tongue along the ridge before focusing on teasing over the slit. Sam’s legs were shaking by this point, but Sebastian resisted the urge to reach out and steady him. He knew Elliott wouldn’t let him fall.

“Please please please ,” Sam begged, his head falling back as he attempted to hold off his release. Elliott hummed in response, suddenly forcing Sebastian down until he had swallowed him completely. Sebastian made a small surprised sound when Sam’s cock hit the back of his throat, tears welling in his eyes. If it had been his decision, he would have pulled back by now, but Elliott kept him there with his nose buried in Sam’s pubes.

“Come for me,” Elliot whispered, nipping at Sam’s ear as he said it. Sam didn’t need more than that. His hips bucked forward as he quickly emptied his load down Sebastian’s throat. Elliott held him there, only pulling him back when Sam was completely finished. Sebastian sucked in several ragged breaths. He savored every moment of lightheadedness. Next time, he’d ask Elliott to go harder. He could take more, he knew he could.

“Wow.” Sam slumped against Elliott, laughing as he ran his hand through his wet hair. “I feel like I just had my soul sucked out of my body.”

“You’re welcome,” Elliott replied, shooting Sam a flirty little wink before helping Sebastian stand. “Are you alright, darling?”

“Never better.” Sebastian kissed Sam first, and then Elliott, sighing contentedly against their lips. “Can we actually shower now that you finally got your blowjob?” Sam just grinned at him, nudging him back under the water.

“Don’t pretend that you didn’t love every second of that,” Sam teased, taking the shampoo from Elliott so he could wash Sebastian’s hair. It didn’t take long before Elliott was huffing and taking over, since he always thought he knew best when it came to proper hair care. Sebastian didn’t fight him, not when it meant Sam could put all of his attention into washing Sebastian’s body. He basked in the attention, eyes sliding shut as Elliott scrubbed at his scalp.

“What do you want to do with the rest of the night?” Sebastian asked, purposefully ignoring Sam’s previous statement. It wasn’t that late, though after an evening like the one they just had, he definitely wouldn’t say no to turning in early. Elliott paused, his excitement palpable. Sebastian bit back a groan.

“If the two of you don’t mind indulging me once more,” Elliott began, carefully staying out of the spray as he rinsed Sebastian’s hair. “Tonight would be an excellent night to finally watch The Notebook .” Sebastian and Sam both broke out into laughter. Elliott furrowed his brow, confused. “What?”

“Nothing,” Sebastian replied, turning so he could press a soft little kiss to Elliott’s lips. “Sam just owes me five dollars, that’s all.”