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David is snuggled into her arm in their bed. It's 10 am. They are luxuriating in the lateness of the morning, the absence of their children—packed off to grandpa's for the weekend. The simple act of sleeping in feels decadent once it's become an impossibility.

"You know, Michael has been quite the charmer on set so far."

"Oh, I know. That's what he's like."

"All the production people love him."

"That's how he gets all the talented women to write for him. Yourself included-"

"He told me I have lickable fingers-"

"-charms the sense out of the ladies' minds- Excuse me?" David raises his head and looks at her, scandalized.

"It made sense in context," she quips, nonchalant.

"In what context did that come up?" sqeaks David.

"We were talking about fried chicken and- ...Never mind."

"Never mind?"

"You wouldn't understand. It requires meme knowledge."

"Ahh, my achilles heel. The meme knowledge," grumbles David, burying his face in her again.

Georgia giggles.

"He also told me he has a good track record of entertaining wives."

"He what?"

"Calm down, it was only a joke."

David's hand possessively curls around her waist and pulls her firmly into himself.

"I sure hope so!"

She grins and kisses him. She loves riling him up. He buries his hand in her hair and presses his nose into her neck, kissing her there.

"My wife, flirting with a strange man..." he grumbles.

She runs her hand through his hair. "My husband," she answers lovingly, knowing he likes to hear this affirmation from her lips.

He snuggles back into her arm.

"You like it?" he asks.

"He's an attractive man."

"Georgia! I'm your husband!" He sounds more scandalized by her boldness than upset.

"Yes honey." She pecks him on the lips. "But don't you agree?"

"I- I mean- I suppose so."

"He's incredibly fit isn't he."

"Yeah," he sighs in defeat. Georgia has a point, as usual. Georgia's hand strokes his hair and he closes his eyes, feeling like a cat bathing in the morning sun.

"You know, back when we were shooting the second season of Good Omens together, he was also flirting with everyone. And there was this one scene where we were supposed to dance together. But it was quite an- erm- intimate... version of dancing-"

"Oh, I don't recall that from the season."

"Yeah, they had to cut it for reasons I'm about to explain."

"Oh, please do," Georgia grins. "You've never told me this before."

"Well, I had to do that so-called 'dance' with Michael and he kept on making comments about how he'd always wanted to snag a dance with me and worse."

Georgia grins knowingly. "He must've flustered you huh?"

"God, you have no idea. We had to do the scene like twenty-seven times because I kept on turning completely red." David hides his face in her shirt and laughs at the excruciating memory.

"Aww, now that wouldn't do on camera."

"No."

"So did everyone know you had a thing for Michael?"

David doesn't even protest it. "Well, I pretended I had just forgotten the lines every time." He giggles into Georgia's chest.

"David, let me break this to you: definitely no one bought that."

She sounds a bit too joyful at this proclamation, in David's opinion.

"But I'm an actor!"

"But you always know your lines."

"Well..." David can't argue with that.

"Have you considered Michael was doing it because he enjoyed riling you up?"

David scoffs indignantly.

"You would know about that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," she says, self-satisfied, and places a kiss on his forehead. He snuggles into her chest.

"What if I ask him on set tomorrow?"

"Georgia! What- what would you even ask him?"

"Oh, I don't know, whether he still fancies my husband?"

"Georgia!" She giggles in delight. Nothing better than her name from his lips in that exact tone.

"We don't even know if he likes men," David reasons.

"You may not know that but yes, I do."

"What?" squeaks David, "How?"

"I have my little birds."

"Of course you would." There's a little hint of adoration in his voice. She loves that even after years of marriage, he still regards her as though she were some magical fairytale creature.

She studies him as she strokes his hair before she offers: "I think it would be hot if Michael bent you over our sofa and fucked you senseless."

"Oh my- God- Georgia!" He raises his head and faces her with wide eyes.

She pulls him into a kiss. Her hand snakes around to palm at his ass.

"Bet Michael would love a piece of this tight little arse."

David lets out a heavy breath, still staring at her with wide eyes.

"I think he'd top the fuck out of you. He's probably the type to manhandle you a bit if you let him."

"Do you think?" David says weakly. He doesn't even try to protest the outrageous things he's just heard come out of his wife's mouth.

"Yeah," Georgia says, licking her lips.

Her hand moves down his front and she is pleased to find him mostly hard. Her words have had the desired effect. She palms him through his pajama pants and applies pressure and he groans deeply. She grins wolfishly. David is too easy. This is going to be fun.

David dips his head to kiss her neck and his hand runs under her shirt to squeeze her breast.

"I want to watch him fuck you incoherent."

"Christ, Georgia."

"You love it."

There is some frenzied tearing off of clothes and then David pushes inside her with a small groan. Georgia runs her hand down his back and squeezes his ass. She likes how the thought of being fucked has made him like this.

"Did you get to see him undressed during Good Omens?"

"Mostly," he breathes, moving his hips and groaning sweetly already.

"He's fit isn't he?"

David groans and pushes his nose into her neck. "Yeah." His hand runs over her bare body urgently, grabbing everything he can touch of her. This line of questioning is clearly doing it for him.

Georgia bites her lip and groans, wrapping her leg around his small hips.

"Yeah, I bet he's incredibly fit. And strong. And, ugh, and such a charmer." She sighs happily and tugs at David's hair. "And cocky..."

David gives a tortured groan and faces her again, an honest expression in his eyes. He stops.

"I want you to be... mine." He says the words quietly, as though they were forbidden. She thinks it's cute that he needs reassurance that Michael doesn't stand a chance.

"I am, David." Georgia runs her hand into his hair, her voice warm. "Your wife. I'm yours."

He looks in need of a kiss so she kisses him. He groans into her lips. He's so sweet and she wants him here in her arms, hers to kiss and bite, forever.

"You'd be so good at taking it up the arse," she tells him lovingly, squarely in the face.

David doesn't respond, closes his eyes, and groans, but it's so high it's more like a whimper. He moves his hips again and pushes his face into her neck. His hand grabs everything he can touch of her.

She hums in pleasure. Then she stills his hips with her hand.

"One sec, darling."

She reaches over to rummage messily in the drawer of the nightstand. Several odd ends fall out before she triumphantly pulls forth a little square lube packet.

David looks at her intensely, his breath coming quickly through parted lips, as she rips it open with the help of her teeth and dribbles it all over her index and middle finger.

"Don't stare, darling, move."

He buries his hand in her lush hair and moves his hips obediently, not taking his eyes off her. His pouty lower lip makes her want to bite him.

Georgia's hand reaches around and her fingers press between the cheeks of his ass. She wants her fingers inside his cute little butt while David pleasures her. She wants to make him moan with them. She wants him to imagine what it might be like being fucked by Michael. David pants as he moves his hips and looks at her with parted lips and wide eyes.

"David," she groans like he offended her. "Do you even know what you do to people? One look like that at Michael and he'd be a saint not to push his cock right into your mouth, honey."

David's eyebrows raise to form an inverted V on his forehead and he whines quietly. Ironically, this makes Georgia feel more feral. This stupid man and his stupid fuckable face. The rhythm of David's hips falters. Georgia uses the opportunity to push her two lubed fingers into him. He slows and she curls her fingers, making him drop his head into her neck and whine.

Fuck, if Michael could see this, she thinks.

"Shut up and fuck me," Georgia orders.

"You're so filthy," he rasps into her neck.

She kisses his ear. "What would you call it?"

"Making love?"

"Sure darling." She curls her fingers inside him, making him groan again. "Make love to me."

He obeys her command, moving his hips again, groaning into her neck. She runs her hand through his hair and moans in delight. Every time his hips move out, she pushes and curls her fingers into him. She's rewarded with sounds of overwhelmed pleasure.

"Mmmh honey, you're so beautiful like this," Georgia tells him because it's true. "You'd look gorgeous taking it up the arse."

He chokes out a sound and his hips arch out to chase her fingers. "Mmmh, that's right," Georgia purrs. She watches in delight how his hips thrust into her and arch slightly back to chase her fingers each time. He looks gorgeous.

"I love you," David groans into her chest and she knows he is close.

She curls her fingers inside him wickedly.

"I love you too, darling."

Her hand pulls his head up by his hair to face her. He looks wrecked and desperate. His eyebrows are drawn together high on his forehead. She looks at him like she's about to devour him. Instead, she places a kiss on his pretty nose. David groans as he moves and his pouty lower lip is driving her crazy. She draws him in to kiss him hungrily. She bites his lower lip so hard it must hurt. He takes it and places kisses on her mouth desperately in return. His hips falter. He groans brokenly.

"I love you I love you I love you," he murmurs against her lips as he comes.

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"Is the shooting going well, do you think?" Georgia asks over the loud jazz music.

Michael takes a sip of his whiskey. "Oh splendidly. On schedule, you don't get that too often. You're keeping everyone on their toes. And right too." His eyes twinkle.

They are in a small corner booth in a jazz bar in Soho. Georgia's invitation.

"Am I too bossy?" she asks curiously.

"Noo, no, it's good for that lot. If Lindsay was in charge, we'd all still be feeling out the emotional scenery. And I must say, command suits you," he grins. Smooth bastard.

"Thank you," she says smugly. "You don't mind being bossed around?" His answer to this question interests her more than it perhaps should.

"Ah, I don't mind a bossy woman." He leans closer. His eyes have that twinkle that gives all he says an edge of unserious flirtation. Half-serious flirtation?

She raises her eyebrows.

"On the right woman," he adds meaningfully.

She smiles at his boldfacedness. But she can't have him believe that she can't give as good as she gets. So she leans in, mirroring him, and says, "I don't mind a man that knows how to follow orders."

She watches his eyebrows raise.

"On the right man."

He gives a gleeful bewildered laugh.

"What would your husband say, seeing you talk like this with another man?"

His hand sneaks to her elbow, his thumb stroking lightly over her skin there, almost innocently.

"David and I are on the same page about this," she says easily.

"Oh, on the same page, huh?"

"Yup."

"Does that mean you two talked in advance about you flirting with me here tonight?" There is an intrigued look on his face.

This is fun, Georgia thinks. Delightful man.

"At length," she responds. "This is premeditated flirting."

"Georgia Tennant," he intonates with glee. "Who would've thought? You continue to amaze."

Michael's flattery makes her cheeks feel warm despite herself.

"What else have you premeditated?" he asks conspiratorially and moves even closer in their little booth. His thumb draws little circles on her arm.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Come on, Georgia," he grins, and with an ironic wink he adds, "I'd make it worth your while."

"Keep the flattery coming and the drinks as well and who knows... I might just let you." She smiles at him cheekily.

"Yeah?" he asks, gazing at her eyes, then her lips intently.

"Uh-huh." She meets his gaze and tips her head back slightly.

He lowers his head to follow her invitation and their lips meet in a kiss. It's been long since she's kissed anyone but David and she enjoys the confidence to the point of cockiness of Michael's mouth.

When they part, Michael grins a cocky grin. "Another drink?"

"David must be very confident these days if he's happy for you to go snogging other blokes."

Michael and Georgia are well into their third drinks and the conversation is becoming more interesting and risqué as the drinks keep coming.

Georgia smiles like the cat that got the cream. "I wouldn't say confident so much as... selfishly interested."

"Oh?" Michael lets her obscure remark hang in the air between them, fixing her with a questioning gaze.

Instead of clarifying, she asks: "Do you remember filming season two of Good Omens with David?"

"Oh, yes. How could I forget."

"Do you remember that one dance you and David shot together?"

"Oh god, of course I do. I got to spin and manhandle David around a little during that and he got so shy that we had to shoot the whole thing like twenty times. Did he tell you that?" Michael seems delighted at the memory. Much in contrast to David's utter mortification at it.

"Hah!" Georgia calls out in triumph. "I told him that it was obvious! He insisted that he convinced all of you that he'd just forgotten his lines."

"Twenty times in a row?" Michael laughs. "Nah, we all knew. It was bloody obvious. He was bloody easy to fluster, David. Blushed like a little girl."

"I'll be sure to relay these precise words to him when I get home."

"You do that."

"He still blushes very easily," Georgia says, watching Michael's face. This is new territory. This is what she's been slowly moving towards all evening.

Michael looks at her curiously. "Yeah?"

"Makes me want to fuck him when he blushes like that."

Michael's mouth drops slightly open in a bewildered smile and his left eyebrow raises.

"Yeah?"

"Didn't you feel the same back then when he blushed like that for you?"

For a second, Michael doesn't seem to know what to say given he's talking to David's wife. But Georgia's provocative smile soon loosens his tied tongue.

"Ohhh, you're a dirty woman," he growls.

"Thank you," Georgia says smugly.

"You want to know whether I wanted to fuck your husband?"

Georgia puts her finger between her lips and bites at it, her eyes trained on him, by way of response. Her excitement is palpable.

"Christ, woman." He takes a swig of his whiskey, looking like he needs it.

"So?" She won't let him off until she has her answer.

"Alright, maybe I did."

Georgia grins wolfishly. "He does have very slinky hips, doesn't he?"

"Christ almighty," Michael groans.

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"Alright, alright, here's what's wrong," Michael says with a grand gesture of his wine glass. He looks at David and Georgia firmly, who are sitting together on their own sofa.

"You know what they say: Writers have got to be ugly to make the world fair, and actors have got to be dumb. You're simply upsetting the world order, Georgia."

David makes a kind of pained sound at this declaration and Georgia laughs in delight.

"You old charmer," groans David.

"You know," Georgia says cheekily, leaning into the space between Michael and her, "You may be violating one half of that rule yourself." Her hand places on Michael's on the armrest of his sofa casually.

Michael grins. "Only one half, huh?"

David's eyes trace Georgia's fingers draw lazy circles on the back of Michael's hand. Georgia and Michael have been absolutely shamelessly flirting all through the evening. It makes him feel some kind of way. David slings his arm around Georgia possessively.

"The question is which half," he notes.

"Oh, clearly the writing one—I'm drop-dead smashing, I am," Michael grins. The way he says it makes it impossible to tell if he's joking. Cocky suits him and he clearly knows that.

"Can't argue with that," Georgia smiles. "I saw you in Twilight. I think you quite lived up to many a young girl's fantasies-"

David's arm tightens around her and he turns to nose and kiss at her shoulder affectionately. Michael notices his reaction to Georgia's flirting. And he also thinks he catches a glint in Georgia's eyes. Her hand pats David's hair, acknowledging him off-handedly.

"-even though it's always really hard to live up to expectations for book favorites that are made into film for the first time."

"Thank you," Michael says with self-satisfaction. "We had a bunch of great cast members for that one. Not David sadly. You would've been really good in that."

David turns out of Georgia's shoulder. "Yeah, d'ya think?"

"Well... It involved a lot of kissing scenes," Georgia says doubtfully. "And given your history with kissing scenes, especially ones involving Michael..."

"Georgia!" David exclaims, sounding horrified.

"What if you couldn't stop blushing again, darling?"

"I- I-" David squeaks, seemingly at a loss.

"You're doing it right now," Michael says helpfully.

"I'm not-"

Georgia turns to him gleefully. Then, apparently deciding she can't properly appreciate his blushing from this close, she gets up and leans against Michael's armrest, taking in David's full-bodied blush.

"He is!" she chirps. David only blushes harder.

"Isn't he cute," she says to Michael and slides right next to him on the sofa. "I never get tired of flustering him."

She leans into Michael easily and he puts his arm around her as though it's the most natural thing in the world. David sees his wife in Michael's arm and swallows hard. She looks very comfortable. Michael looks broad and attractive in a masculine way. David's lips open as though he's about to say something, then close.

Michael notices immediately. "Sorry David, is this too much?" he asks genuinely. His arm moves away slightly to hover in the air next to Georgia.

"No," Georgia says, a knowing look in her eyes, "He likes this. He's just flustered." And she pulls his hand back to her waist.

David looks at Michael's hand on his wife. Michael looks at David with interest. His thumb strokes Georgia's side. Then Georgia places her hand on his jaw and turns him to look at her. She is warm and pretty in his arm and she smells of peaches. Michael is not one to deny a lady and he leans down to meet her invitation in a kiss.

She kisses soft, then passionate, and she lets him lick into her mouth and she bites his lip in return. At that, Michael seems to think Screw it, whatever this is, he'll take it without asking too many questions, and he pulls her in by her waist and licks into her mouth. She runs her hand up his chest over his shirt and pulls at his collar. He grabs her hips firmly and pulls her up into his lap easily. She gasps, delighted. She doesn't get such treatment every day. She feels light and feminine in his arms. She licks at his tongue and his hands run along her thigh and up her side. Georgia invites his questing hands, encourages them, really.

When she parts from Michael, slightly out of breath, she turns to David. David looks like she's slapped him in the face. His lips are parted wide, his cheeks are red, his pupils dilated. His hands are gripping his thighs.

"Okay David?" she asks.

"Yeah." His voice is deep and raspy.

"Come here."

He looks at Georgia and Michael with wide eyes and gets up, approaching carefully.

Georgia looks at him and nods for him to sit next to Michael. He does, looking apprehensive. Georgia takes his chin into her hand and turns his face so she can kiss him, leaning in from Michael's lap. He kisses gentle and tame, caressing her tongue softly with his, almost asking am I allowed? Her little game with Michael is making him so soft, she thinks, like earlier when he kissed and snuggled into her shoulder while she was flirting with Michael. She likes it. It's like he's giving her up to Michael, watching her cheat on him, while she's fully retaining possession of him. It's turning her stomach in knots. It makes her want to do things to him.

She sucks his lip and runs her hand into his hair. She grips it viciously and pulls him away, watching his eyes open with a dizzy expression. A little sound escapes his lips. She holds him firmly by his hair at arm's length, his head tipped back slightly. He keeps staring at her with that cute expression, his pouty lip begging her to bite. She wants Michael to see the same.

"Isn't he gorgeous?" she asks.

Michael hesitates. "Yeah," he breathes then.

Georgia can't suppress a smirk. This is confirmation if she needed any more. She sees David swallow at Michael's simple agreement. She keeps holding him there, head slightly tipped back, with a firm grip.

"Pretty eyes," she says.

Michael agrees with a quiet hum.

"Fuckable lips."

Michael gives a startled laugh.

"Sorry David, but I have to agree with your wife."

David's eyes meet Michael's. His breath comes heavy from his parted lips. His eyes are soft. By all appearances, he seems not to mind being told he has fuckable lips. He looks utterly lovely like this to Michael.

"C'mon boys, don't be shy." Georgia relents her grip on David's hair.

Apparently released by her words, Michael places his hand on David's jaw. David's eyes flutter to Michael's lips. That's all it takes for Michael to duck his head and kiss him. He revels in the feeling of those soft, pretty lips pressed against his and then he opens his mouth to lick into David's mouth. David welcomes it and caresses his tongue with his own. From there, the kiss quickly becomes very steamy and wet. Michael kisses David as though he wants to push him down and ruin him and David kisses back as though he wants to let him. David's hand places on Michael's chest. Michael grabs David's waist. He's now holding both wife and husband, one in each hand.

"Alright, let's take this to the bedroom," Georgia says before they can start undressing each other in their living room.

The two men part.

"Right," says David, getting his bearings.

"Jesus, you get right to the point, eh?" says Michael.

"Is that a complaint?" asks Georgia.

"Not at all." He sounds like he means it.

Georgia gets up and then thinks of something.

"Can you pick me up?"

Michael gets up, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

"David won't do it and I think someone should," she says by way of explanation.

"Hey, I have a bad back!" David complains.

Michael grins his signature cocky grin and spreads his arms casually.

"Jump, doll."

Georgia beams and jumps into his arms. He catches her easily. He grins up at her.

"Bedroom is that way," she orders.

In the bedroom, Michael lies Georgia down on the bed gently.

"See, this is what I deserve, David," she says, evidently pleased.

David seems to be fully occupied watching Michael handle his wife with intense eyes.

Georgia takes off her t-shirt, leaving her in her bra. Michael watches her and swiftly takes off his shirt too. Then he gets on top of her on the bed and they kiss. Georgia's hands deftly wander along his uncovered skin. She runs her hands up his muscular back, revelling in the broadness of him. She feels covered and shielded by him over her. Michael's hand travels up her smooth side until he reaches her bra. He lightly strokes his thumb over the underside of her covered breast as he kisses her.

Georgia feels the bed dip next to her and then she feels David nuzzling into her shoulder, pressing his lips against it, showering her shoulder in kisses, and nosing into her neck. God, she's made him so soft and sweet. And so easily. All it takes is a bit of flirting and making him jealous with Michael. And now he's desperate for her affection like a puppy. There are some filthy, filthy words that try to make their way onto her lips. Praise and pet names. But she controls herself. She likes that Michael's attentions do this to David.

She kisses Michael with unveiled enthusiasm and groans quietly into his mouth for David's benefit. Then she parts from Michael and turns to David. She sees his soft, hazy expression for an instant before her lips are pressed against his. He's soft and pliant as expected and she licks into his mouth hungrily. He reciprocates with a needy little noise. God, he's easy.

Michael looks down at both of them under him. The couple's mouths move together, he can see their tongues caressing each other wetly. Georgia has her hand in David's hair and is tugging lightly at it. David has taken off his shirt and their slim bodies touch each other, skin on skin. Michael feels some kind of way seeing this, husband and wife, under him. They are just so bloody lithe and fuckable. Looking utterly sinful slung together, kissing. He wants them both.

Michael falls to Georgia's side and runs his hand along her curves slowly, watching her kiss her husband. The two kiss as though for the first time. Undiminished affection and desire. As though they are not doing it all the time. Michael can feel their love just looking at them, it's almost sickening. It's beautiful. David's hands opens Georgia's bra at the back and he slides it down her arms clumsily while kissing her. He palms at her full breasts. Georgia's hand caresses down his small side to his hips. Michael itches to touch. He reaches over Georgia and places his large hand on David's waist, just above Georgia's smaller hand. Their hands run over David's bare skin, along his side.

Then Georgia moves her hand to David's front and lower, palming his crotch. She finds him hard in his jeans and she squeezes merrily. David quietly groans into her mouth. Michael's hand follows Georgia's path down David's side, down to his small hips, and he places his hand there, over David's jeans, thumb caressing the bare skin over the waistband. The mere act of holding David's hips is a turn-on. He wants nothing more than to get inside those jeans.

Georgia kisses David and squeezes him through his jeans and he groans. Michael can feel him rocking his hips into Georgia's hand. Georgia parts from him.

"Don't you just wanna fuck him?" she says, addressing Michael, voice rough.

Michael couldn't agree more. David's lips are red and wet from kissing and his hair is mussed. He has a wonderful look of adoration for Georgia in his eyes, looking at her. It suits him, Michael thinks. He shudders to think what it would be like to have this look directed at himself.

David's eyes flicker to Michael. Instead of responding to Georgia, Michael grips David's hip firmly and leans over. David holds his eyes until he closes them and then Michael is kissing him. It feels hot, kissing him here, in bed, Michael's hand on his hip, and Georgia's on his crotch. It feels like a promise of things to come.

Georgia squeezes David and he gasps adorably into Michael's lips. Fuck, Michael thinks. Then he hears her unzipping David's jeans.

Yes- yes, undress him.

As soon as the jeans are open, he slides his hand in to grab David's round little ass and it's his turn to groan into the kiss. Why are David's hips so bloody small?

Georgia has got her hand in David's jeans as well and whatever she does, it makes David give a needy little sound. Michael can feel him pressing his hips into her hand more. Bloody sexy. This was a bloody terrific idea. Georgia is a bloody genius. And a bloody saint for sharing David. If it was Michael, he'd want to keep him all to himself.

Michael parts from David and without giving him an instant to breathe, Georgia takes over David's mouth again. Michael can see her stroking David in his boxers and David pants into their kiss willingly. David so needy for them, gasping and moving his hips, it makes Michael want to give him more, to give him everything. To fuck him, and hear him moan for him.

Georgia's hand runs into David's hair and tugs, making him tip his head back slightly and she licks into him like a starving woman. Clearly turned on, she tugs harder and David gives a quiet whimper. She controls him easily and Michael stares with parted lips. He doesn't know if he wants to serve and please Georgia or dominate the bossy woman and overwhelm her with pleasure. (Most likely, he'd do whatever she asked, to be realistic.)

With David it's easier. Michael only needs to look at him to know he wants to fucking ruin him. His hand squeezes David's ass. He feels very hard in his trousers.

Georgia parts from David with a wet kissing noise. She looks like she could devour him.

"I want to watch you guys," she states easily.

A thrill goes through Michael. David still looks at Georgia with heavy-lidded eyes. She strokes her thumb over his lips briefly before sitting up.

"Take care of him," she murmurs to Michael with a lascivious smile and she climbs out from between the two men.

Michael can think of nothing he'd rather do than 'take care of him'. David meets Michael's gaze with wide eyes and Michael is over him in an instant. David's legs fall open to accommodate him. Michael wants to suck and bite David's pouty lip. He gets down onto his elbows, their bodies touching, his face inches from David's. He wants to push his hips down into David, so he does and David groans beautifully and squeezes his eyes shut. That's right, Michael thinks darkly. David's hands place lightly on Michael's ribs. Michael feels spoilt for choice for what to do next, where to touch David first.

"You should lose the clothes, boys," Georgia comments. Michael had almost forgotten she was still there. In the meantime, she has sprawled into a rocking chair in the corner with a good view on them.

Michael's lips curl in a smirk and he sits back to comply and open his trousers.

"She always this bossy?" he asks lightly.

David obeys too, shedding his jeans. "You haven't seen her be bossy yet," he says with humor. After a second's hesitation and a quick glance at Michael, his underpants follow.

"Ohh, that's how it is, eh?" Michael asks with a twinkle in his eyes. Rid of his clothes, he gets back over David in an instant, making David lean back onto his elbows.

David opens his mouth in protest "Oh- I- I didn't mean-"

"Oh, I can imagine what you meant," Michael grins.

His hand runs up David's naked chest. David pliantly sinks back to lie against the bed. Michael glances at Georgia and sees her enjoying the show, contentedly sprawled in her rocking chair.

Michael gets onto his elbows, naked body covering David's. David's hard dick pokes into his hip and Michael likes it. He wraps his hand around David's dick and David breathes out with a little noise. David looks turned on and alluring under him. His naked body all sprawled out underneath Michael, supplying his mind with all manner of dirty ideas and images. Michael positively wants to devour him. He opts for burying his face in David's delicious neck and sucking at his smooth skin there. David's breath comes heavy and Michael bites and licks hungrily at his sensitive skin. David groans easily and Michael pumps his cock in his hand, wanting him to come apart under him. David's cock is already leaking and wet and Michael groans at the feeling.

"Will you let me fuck you?" he asks, voice gravelly against David's neck.

David's eyes are squeezed shut.

"Yeah, okay," he mumbles quietly.

Michael grins into David's neck. David is sweet when he's flustered but willing. Michael comes up from his neck to look at him. David averts his eyes and grabs the little square lube packet lying ready on the night stand. He opens it and puts some lube on the fingers of his right hand. Michael stares. He can't believe he's watching David Tennant put lube on his fingers to get himself ready for him. He feels a little wild at the image. When David reaches down, Michael quickly catches his wrist. He seeks David's eyes.

"Let me?"

David's eyes are wide and open. "Yeah, okay."

Michael holds out his fingers and David dribbles lube on them, then discards the packet. Michael looks at David and moves his hand down, David helpfully putting the soles of his feet on the bed and drawing them up a little. Michael feels taut with the thrill of anticipation. His fingers slide between the cheeks of David's ass and push wetly against his hole. David looks expectant so Michael wastes no time and pushes his fingers inside. They go in easily with the lube and Michael almost groans at the feeling. David lets out a breath. He doesn't look at Michael, instead opting to stare down somewhere around Michael's hips. Michael watches him hungrily. He can't believe his fingers are inside David Tennant. He flexes them experimentally and David's breath catches.

Michael thinks he's on the right track. He pushes his fingers out and in slowly, watching David's reactions, then curls them slightly. David groans quietly and closes his eyes. Michael does it again, watching. David groans and Michael repeats, again and again, chasing those sweet sounds from David's lips, feeling painfully horny at the sensation of his fingers inside David. He pushes another finger inside and curls his fingers and David makes an adorable sound high in his throat.

"Christ you're tight," Michael curses, voice hoarse. "How am I gonna fit my cock in you?"

He drops his head to kiss and suck at David's white shoulder. His fingers move in and out, curling and David moans, his eyebrows raising on his forehead. He finally opens his eyes.

"Maybe- maybe you should go and- try?"

Michael licks his lips and grins. David's asking for it.

"Of course darling. I thought you'd never ask."

Michael pulls away to put on a condom. He adds on a generous amount of lube before planting his hand next to David's head and moving his hips into position. David looks up at him and wraps his hand around Michael's cock to guide him. Michael thinks he's never seen anything sexier. David looks red-lipped and utterly fuckable under him. Michael can't help placing his hand on David's cheek and running his thumb over his red bottom lip. Then he moves his hips slowly to push inside him. They both groan, and David's eyes flutter closed.

Michael stops before going all the way in and waits a second to make sure David can adjust. Then he withdraws slowly, and pushes back in with a low groan, watching David's eyebrows rise, listening to David's small sound. He isn't even all the way in. This skinny, pouty, pretty man will be the end of him.

"Okay?"

David swallows.

"Yeah." His voice is rough.

Michael runs his thumb over David's pouty lower lip again. He withdraws his hips and, slowly, pushes in all the way, watching David. David groans and screws his eyebrows together. Michael feels taut to the point of snapping, having to go slow and hold back. He withdraws his hips and does it over again, slowly, watching David fully moan under him.

"Alright Michael, you've buttered him up enough," Georgia admonishes. "Now fuck him properly."

Both men turn their heads to look at Georgia. She's watching with her lip between her teeth and the heel of her palm against the front of her pants, over her pussy. Michael really shouldn't be surprised.

Georgia looks first at Michael, but then her gaze zeroes in on David under him with intensity. She takes in his red parted lips, his disheveled hair, his position under Michael. Her hips grind slightly. She clearly likes what she sees. She holds David's eyes firmly, letting her filthy words do their magic on him, and Michael sees David's eyes change, soften somehow, beneath her predatory gaze. There is no question in Michael's mind who's in charge. She dominates him with a single look. There's something to think about more later.

"You heard the lady," Michael says and David looks back up at him, eyes open and vulnerable.

Michael drinks in his expression and firmly pins his hips to the bed before starting to move again, with more purpose this time. He groans at the feeling. David makes a needy sound but he doesn't close his eyes this time. He lets Michael look into his eyes and looks up at him with evident need as Michael pushes into him. Michael makes a sound that's basically a growl. His hand squeezes David's small hip, and mindlessly touches all over David's body. Runs over his neck, thumbs his bottom lip again as he pushes in and out of David and makes him moan and screw his brows together.

"Isn't he so sexy?" asks Georgia.

"Christ, yeah," Michael groans and buries himself in David. "Fucking gorgous."

Michael's hips snap while he's fully buried in David and David makes a broken sound that Michael finds incredibly sexy. He adjusts his hips to try and do it again. His hips snap and David moans beautifully. Michael moans too and, slowly and deliberately, moves his hips to hit the same spot over and over again. He drinks in David's moans and his hand strokes David's small hip. David makes a high sound and hikes his legs up higher, wrapping one of them around Michael's hips. Michael feels ready to go insane.

"Fuck, David," he curses.

He wants David to forget his own name with pleasure. He keeps snapping his hips, groaning, and stroking David's small hip.

"Hmm, you're good at that, Michael," Georgia groans. She's clearly enjoying the show.

"I aim to satisfy," Michael grits out meaninglessly between panting breaths.

"That looks very satisfactory," she says, watching David moan. Her fingers circle over the fabric covering her sex. "Maybe I should let you have a go sometime."

Michael groans. "I'd love to, beautiful."

"Hmm, I bet you would." Her hips move against her own hand. "Maybe if you make David come, we can talk about it."

Michael looks at her and groans, snapping his hips into David forcefully. Georgia takes that for an answer.

David opens his eyes to look at his wife with absolute need. She knows exactly how this must've affected him. She knows how he feels about the prospect of Michael fucking her. Even if she didn't know, she could see it in his eyes right now, in his almost-pained expression, his eyebrows raised on his forehead.

"Georgia..." he moans. He sounds jealous and helpless and turned on.

She can't sit idly watching that. So she gets up, kicks off her pants and underwear and climbs onto the bed next to him. She reclines on her side and runs her hand into David's hair. He groans at that simple action. Michael thrusts slowly into him. David looks at Georgia like he wants her to own him. She strokes his hair and lowers her head to kiss him. It feels hot and absolutely filthy to kiss her husband while he's being fucked by another man. David groans into her incoherently.

"I knew you'd like that idea," she purrs, voice dripping sex.

He makes a little sound and strains to put his face into her neck and groans deeply.

"Jesus David, you really want me to fuck your wife?" Michael groans incredulously.

David seems incapable of responding, only groaning into Georgia's neck.

"He prefers the term 'making love' actually," Georgia grins, a bit giddy. "Therefore he actually wants you to 'make love' to his wife."

"Georgia!" David protests, then immediately kisses her neck again and again.

Again she thinks how lovely and pliant talk of her and Michael makes him. She giggles inwardly and turns onto her back to look up at Michael. He's moving his hips slowly, with control, and the muscles on his arms ripple.

"Oh, you have quite the view from here, darling," she comments, blatantly ogling Michael.

Michael looks down at the man under him and the woman right beside, in touching distance, both naked and beautiful. He looks back and forth between them, turned on out of his mind.

Georgia catches on quickly. "Would you enjoy us like this, Michael?" she asks nonchalantly. "Both under you? Wet and waiting for you to fuck us?" She grins at the shocked face he makes. "You could just switch back and forth between us at will."

Michael stares at Georgia, mouth hanging open. "Bloody Christ, woman."

"Husband and wife both at your disposal. Now that sounds like the title of a porno," she grins.

Michael groans and buries himself in David.

"God. Your wife's got some mouth on her."

David looks at Georgia fondly. "Tell me about it."

That sounds way too coherent for Michael's taste so he gets down onto his elbows to get better leverage. It makes almost his whole front touch David's and David's leg slides further around him, allowing him to go deeper. Michael groans and delivers a series of hard precise thrusts that make David shut up. Or rather, it makes him give surprised little cries and screw his brows together. Michael loves how overwhelmed he sounds.

"That's right. Take it," he growls.

Michael holds David's waist firmly to pull him onto his cock on every thrust. He looks wildly at Georgia and sees her biting her lip, looking at them.

"He's taking it so well," she says.

She watches David's knit brows, the moan falling from his lips, fully aware of how he feels about this kind of praise. She's egging him on, wanting him to come under Michael. Her fingers are working nimbly between her own legs.

"God, yes he is," Michael agrees, muscles straining with effort. "You're so good at taking cock, darling."

Apparently that's the right thing to say because David makes a broken little sound high in his throat. His eyebrows raise high on his forehead, drawn together. He looks ecstatic and delicious. Georgia wants to push her fingers into David's open, waiting mouth, fingers wet and dripping with her own arousal. She wants to see him suck on her fingers and look her in the eyes as he's moaning around them. She wants to see him pliant and willing as Michael fucks him incoherent. She controls herself. That might be a bit much right now. Another time. Her mouth waters thinking of all the things she wants to do to David, together with Michael, another time.

David moans brokenly when Michael snaps his hips just right and his legs tighten around him.

"God Michael, you've really got him right where you want him, huh?" Georgia pants, watching keenly.

Michael groans in assent and continues the deep thrusts that are making David moan and whimper.

"He's being so good for you," Georgia groans and kisses David's shoulder.

David whimpers and tips his head to the side to bury his face in the pillow. Georgia wants him to come. Michael drops his head down to suck at David's now-exposed throat as he's fucking into him.

"Come on, darling," he urges. "I want you to come for me."

The nickname 'darling' might be doing it for David because he screws his eyes shut and makes a long, choked noise. He looks absolutely beautiful as his legs tighten around Michael and he gives himself over to pleasure.

"That's it, darling," Michael murmurs and fucks him gently, feeling flooded with warm emotion.

David whimpers and comes, spilling all over his own stomach, cock twitching. His fingers dig into Michael's skin where his hands are resting against his ribs. His legs lock Michael's hips close to him and Michael rocks into him gently, coaxing choked sounds from David all though it.

When David comes back to himself again and opens his eyes, he looks disoriented. Michael seems to have quite thoroughly fucked his brains out.

"Okay?" Georgia asks warmly.

He looks at her, blinking. "Yeah," he says softly.

She kisses him chastely on the lips.

David turns his head to look up at Michael.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, David," is all Michael says.

"Good?" David asks sheepishly.

"Good? Bloody transcendental, you... sexy bastard."

David has the grace to blush, even after all they've done in the past hour. Michael drinks him in without moving, still fully hard inside him, and having some private thoughts about David's pouty lips at just this moment. He raises up onto his hands and pulls slowly out of David who groans quietly at the sensation. Michael takes in the ruined sight of David under him. Lips red, hair mussed, wet, white cum splashed over his torso.

Georgia sees it too.

"Do you want to come on him?" she asks and grasps Michael's hard cock.

"Christ," he groans. "Can I?"

Georgia looks at David.

David looks from Georgia to Michael. "Yeah," he says, almost shyly. Michael looks at him quite intensely.

Georgia pulls the condom off Michael's cock and strokes him deftly. Her hand feels small and soft, much unlike his own hand. Michael groans and runs his hand up David's side, over his neck, cupping his jaw, dragging his thumb over David's pouty lower lip. He takes in the debauched sight of David's stomach and chest covered in cum, imagines coming on him, imagines some other things heavily featuring David's red lips and mouth. Georgia's hand squeezes him wickedly and David's willingness in this, under him, beautiful, and waiting to be defiled, is impossibly sexy. Michael groans, his thumb dragging down David's lower lip, and he comes.