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Kate grins and kisses Javi’s nose before whispering, “Stay here.”
She ignores him when he blinks at her, waiting for an explanation but not protesting. Pushing the closet door open, she grins at the sight of Tyler sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, waiting patiently with his eyes closed. Well, as patiently as he can, considering his leg is bouncing and his fingers are laced together between his knees, shifting restlessly. Excited.
A giggle almost escapes her, but instead she comes over and stops in front of him. He tilts his head up, his lip curling into a smile. “Hi, darling.”
“Hi,” she grins. She reaches down and takes his wrists, pulling his arms apart and climbing onto his lap. His brow furrows for a moment, trying to parse out what the fabric feel is on his thighs as she settles. A snort escapes her when she feels he’s hard already.
“You haven’t even seen anything yet,” she teases, bending down to breathe against his lips. Tyler swallows hard, hands flexing where she’s still keeping them away by his wrists.
“It’s you two,” he says simply.
“Just me right now,” she says quietly, finally guiding his hands down to run his fingers gently against the lace hugging her skin. The moment it clicks for him, he eagerly palms her hips on both sides, breath catching.
“Oh,” he breathes, brow furrowing as he struggles to keep his eyes closed, running his hands back to feel over her ass, exhaling hard out of his nose. “This for me?”
“It’s not my birthday,” she teases, letting go of his wrists to let his hands wander. She cups his jaw in both hands, tipping his head back and kissing him gently, biting at his lip when he tries to deepen it. “Slow down, speed racer. You’ve got another surprise.”
“Oh?” he grins. “What did you get Javi to wear?”
“You’ll see. Open your eyes.”
He does, sucking in a breath as he hungrily takes her in, a flush taking over her face as she sees his eyes darken, grip switching from wandering to possessive.
“This is for me,” he murmurs, running his palms up her ribs and pushing his fingers under the bralette, thumbs smoothing over the skin closest to her breasts, not quite touching. Kate leans into it for a moment before she tuts, pulling away.
“Javi, I think Cowboy’s ready,” she calls, Tyler’s grip on her tightening in anticipation.
There’s a few beats of silence before the closet door squeaks open, Javi stepping out from behind it and walking forward enough for the warm light of the bedside lamp to fall over him.
Tyler’s breathing picks up and he stares in wide-eyed awe at Javi, who nervously shifts his weight to his other leg. Kate can practically see his heart pounding with anxiety, and she reaches a hand out to encourage him closer. He obeys, stopping at Tyler’s knee, and Kate taps Tyler’s hand on her ribs.
Immediately, he brings that hand out and pulls Javi closer, eyes trailing over the white lace, pattern matching Kate’s, stretched perfectly around his hips. Kate grins when she can feel his erection twitch beneath her.
“You put this on for me?” Tyler asks in a low voice, reverent as he strokes a path down to the back of Javi’s thigh, pulling him even closer, enough that his knee meets the edge of the mattress.
“Yeah,” Javi mumbles. “So, you… you like it, right?”
Tyler looks up at him incredulously, and Kate stifles a laugh, hooking a finger into Javi's panties as she shifts to Tyler's other thigh, dragging Javi onto his now free one.
“I think he likes it,” she stage-whispers to him, Javi blushing up to his ears at Tyler's noise of approval as he cups an asscheek, his other hand on Kate traveling to cup her breast and thumb over her nipple. He exhales heavily, eyes flicking between the two of them, unable to decide where to look.
“I am… spoiled for choice,” he mutters, almost to himself. He looks up at Kate, smiling a little. “It is my choice, right?”
She laughs, leaning down and kissing him chastely. “I guess I can be nice and let you take the reins on this one.”
He hums in consideration, looking between the two of them. “You pick these out?” he asks Kate, tugging gently on Javi's piece.
“Got a good eye, don't I?” she grins proudly.
“Very good,” he nods, eyes drifting back over to her own set, before tilting his head back, asking her for a kiss that she leans in for. “Really. Very good.”
Javi's quieter than usual, just watching his spouses practically devour each other, arousal burning in his gut but nerves barring them from doing little else. He still feels kinda ridiculous, but Kate making him wear their sets all night did help a little. He's gotten comfortable in them, able to almost ignore them. Until, of course, he had to strip down and listen to Tyler appreciate Kate in hers, and give him just enough time to start feeling self-conscious again.
He startles when Tyler more firmly grabs his ass cheek as Kate leans further into him, Tyler's brow furrowing as she does. Javi looks down and sees Kate's pressed her knee against his erection in a move that could be unintentional, but coming from Kate? Definitely isn't.
Javi decides the only way to push through whatever is going on in his head is to do what they came here to do. This is Tyler's birthday present, after all. He carefully climbs off Tyler's thigh and sinks to his knees in front of him, the sound of him and Kate breaking apart to look ringing in his ears. He knows how to do this. He just has to let that thought push out all the rest of it.
Kate climbs off Tyler's lap and Javi scoots closer, spreading his husband's legs and looking up at him. He's got Tyler's full attention, his lips parted just slightly as he watches, and he can picture how the attention made him squirm the first time he did this. Now, he just leans forward and mouths at the wet patch at the front of Tyler's boxers, Tyler moaning and leaning back, spreading his legs further.
He doesn't like to tease long, he's not Kate, so he brings his hands up and slowly drags Tyler's waistband down, Tyler lifting himself so Javi can pull them past the swell of his ass and down his thighs, both of them moving just enough that he can toss them to the side. The nerves finally give way to pure arousal as he watches Tyler's length rest against his inner thigh, twitching as the cooler air of the room hits it.
Javi can practically feel his mouth water. Jesus, he really is Pavlov’s dog. “Ty, can I?” he asks softly, moving close again and looking up at him.
Tyler's breath catches in his throat and he nods wordlessly, hand coming up to stroke through Javi's hair. Javi eagerly leans forward and licks a stripe up the underside, Tyler yelping and gripping his hair harder than he probably means to, usually always so gentle, but Javi doesn't say a word. Instead, he lets his tongue drag slowly over Tyler's tip, bringing a hand over to grip the base of his erection as he swallows him down in one smooth motion.
Tyler cries out and Javi looks up at him. He's staring back at him, panting, with a rough hold on Kate's shoulder, using that and his grip on Javi's hair to hold himself up.
“Shit, darling,” he pants with a laugh. Javi hums contently, Tyler groaning and squeezing them both harder, Javi taking the opportunity to start bobbing his head.
Kate is watching him too, eyes dark as she reaches down to slip her fingers past the red lace to her clit, touching herself to the sight. Javi moans and moves faster, wanting to put on a good show for her. Always wanting to be good for her.
The thought floods his brain with contentment, moaning again around his mouthful and sinking down until his mouth meets his own fingers still wrapped around the base. Tyler chokes on whatever noise he was about to make, and Javi looks up to see he’s spotted Kate touching herself. Tyler reaches forward to replace her hand with his, Kate complying without a word. She moans as he starts moving two fingers in a circle around her clit, grabbing his wrist with one of her hands.
They’re both staring into each other’s heated gaze and before he can stop himself, Javi whines for their attention. They turn to look at him, and Tyler huffs a small laugh while Kate grins.
“Did you need something, baby?” Kate asks, teasing and breathless as Tyler’s fingers slow but don’t stop.
He pulls off of Tyler with a slick sound and lazily jerks him off instead. “You two.”
“You have us, darling,” Tyler says softly, pulling his hand out of Kate’s panties and reaching down to take Javi’s hand off his erection, tugging him up. Javi gets pulled onto Tyler’s lap, immediately meeting him in a kiss. He gasps as Tyler grinds his erection up against his ass, Tyler’s hands coming down to hold his hips.
Tyler breaks their kiss and looks up at him adoringly. “Lie down. Lemme look at you.”
Javi flushes, Kate standing as Tyler guides him onto his back and, without hesitation, rolls his hips forward and grinds their erections together. Javi cries out, thighs squeezing around Tyler’s as he does, trying to keep him in place. Tyler leans down and kisses him, but pulls his hips back, looking around for Kate.
She’s fixing her bralette where Tyler made it slide to the side, adjusting herself in the mirror by the walk-in. An idea pops into his head as he watches her, and he turns to Javi, bracketing himself above him, Javi’s eyes widening a little.
“Be good. Right here,” Tyler whispers, bringing a hand up to twirl one of Javi’s curls around his finger. He watches with satisfaction as Javi’s pupils dilate even further and he nods quickly, turning his face into Tyler’s palm. Tyler kisses him briefly before pushing himself up right as Kate turns back to rejoin them.
She gives him a confused smile as she meets him halfway, and he grabs her by the waist and turns to press her against the dresser, dropping to his knees.
“Ty,” she chuckles breathlessly, letting Tyler spread her legs. He grips her thighs and moves forward, pulling her into a better position, eventually settling with getting one of her legs over his shoulder and holding the other leg by her knee. He presses kisses along her inner thighs, kissing over the long scar on the top of her thigh as well, before he tugs her into place.
The second he has her where he wants her, he dives in to drag his tongue across her slit, over the lace. Kate gasps, pressing more of her weight onto him as her leg trembles, a hand coming down to tangle in his hair.
“Ty. Baby, c’mon,” she pants as he lets his tongue dip past the fabric and run through her folds. Her other arm comes up to hold herself on the top of the dresser.
Tyler obliges, pulling the lace to the side as he eagerly fits his mouth over her clit, sucking at it and making Kate cry out, throwing her head back. He alternates between laving over her clit, sucking, and dipping lower to collect her fluids on his tongue. The random pattern leaves Kate gasping and crying out, hand pulling at Tyler’s hair and making him moan.
He brings his fingers up and sinks two into her while his tongue increases its pressure. Kate’s moan cracks as it goes higher, Tyler thrusting his fingers inside her before moving down and fitting his tongue in next to them. Kate nearly screams, legs going weak as Tyler increases the speed, the wet sound of her leaking fluids encouraging him. He feels her start to clench around him as she approaches the edge, calling his name and trying to push his head away as her back arches.
“T-Tyler, oh fuck, Ty, Ty, Tyler.” She pushes his head away but he keeps his fingers moving as she cums hard, legs shaking. He relishes in the way she pulses around him and moans loud as she dampens the red lace and his fingers. Unable to help himself, he dips forward again and licks the cum off of his hand and her folds. Kate lets out a strained moan, pushing his head away again but weaker.
“Easy on me, cowboy,” she chuckles breathlessly, Tyler fully pulling away with a grin. He stands with a slight grunt as his knees crack, waving off her worried look as he picks her up and carries her back to the bed, Kate laughing as she hangs onto him. He lays her down on the mattress with a proud grin, and she giggles, leaning over the side of the bed and grabbing his shirt, wiping his face off.
“You’re cute,” she says fondly, dropping the shirt again and kissing him.
Javi waits patiently, silently hoping for praise. He didn’t touch himself once, though he’s now definitely straining these panties, a damp spot at the front as he watches them make out.
Tyler’s still hard and Javi watches as Kate pulls him up to settle between her legs, spreading them as he gets a hand underneath the lace to gently cup her breast again, mindful of the way they’ve been aching lately. She reaches down and takes him in hand, wrapping a leg around his waist and pulling him closer. He pulls back and looks at her worriedly.
“You sure, darling?”
“Of course I am,” she smiles, letting go of him to pull her panties to the side. “C’mon, Ty, don’t get shy on me now.”
He chuckles, guiding himself to press his tip to her folds, moving between them a few times and wetting himself, then lowers his hips and sinks into her. She never lets him get away with going slow, and that doesn’t change now, Kate reaching down to grab his ass and pull him forward, making him bottom out in her in one smooth push. They both moan as he does, Kate relaxing back against the bed and smiling up at him.
“Come here,” she says softly, Tyler leaning down to kiss her. But she turns her head to press their cheeks together and whisper in his ear, “Your boy’s been real good. Why are you punishing him?”
Tyler chuckles, starting to move. He whispers back, “I’m not. He’ll get his reward.”
Kate giggles, turning to look at Javi, who’s watching where they’re connected with laser focus. She reaches over to take his hand, and he startles, looking up.
“You- oh, shit,” Kate moans as Tyler picks up the pace. “You okay?”
Javi just looks at her before slowly nodding. She can tell he’s on the brink of subspace, and she briefly wonders what Tyler whispered to him earlier to get him so close.
Kate nods back, shutting her eyes as Tyler really starts to pick up the pace, bringing her knees up to give him more room and grabbing at his shoulder. She moans as the sound of their hips meeting and the slick sound of him moving inside her starts to get louder. Tyler moans back as she clenches around him.
She forces her eyes open to look at Javi again, seeing he's watching her face closely. Briefly, she thinks he's about to ask her something, but he shifts away, letting go of her hand. She wants to say something, but Tyler's getting rough, leaning over her and planting his hands on either side of her ribs, noises getting louder as her hands fly up to claw at his shoulder blades. All other thought and sense disappears as her focus zeroes in on where they're connected, not even the sound of Tyler groaning and puffing breathy praise against her ear enough to drag her mind away from that point.
Tyler sits up enough to get a hand on her bralette, pushing it up with a firm grip and immediately latching his mouth onto her exposed breast. Kate cries out, arching into it as her sensitive nipples are just licked, Tyler knowing not to push it. His pace becomes frantic and she can tell he's close.
“F-fuck, Ty,” she whispers, unable to get out much else. The sudden thought of Javi works its way back into her awareness and she turns to find him again focused on where she and Tyler meet, this time clutching a pillow in his hands. His irises have been swallowed with black, and she knows he's one touch and a word away from slipping. Shame that it's Tyler's treat, she loves when he's like this.
Tyler sucks particularly hard at her nipple, a barely-there scrape of teeth as he pushes in at the perfect angle, and she's gone. The full body burst of warmth heats her skin and sends her into an immediate gasping head rush. Tyler works her through it with a moan, pulling back to watch as she trembles, her nails digging into his back and knees pressing into his waist.
Finally, it passes and Kate relaxes back into the mattress, staring up at him. “What was that?”
Tyler laughs, gently pulling out of her and leaning down for a kiss. “You are so beautiful.”
“Mm, you're not so bad yourself,” she smiles, kissing back lazily. She huffs in amusement when she feels him gently pull her panties back into place and slide her bralette back down. “These things are so ruined.”
“I’ll get you more,” Tyler grins. “What d’ya think, purple next?”
Kate laughs, knowing exactly what Tyler’s doing right now, Javi swallowing hard from the corner of her eye as he’s ignored. She feels a little bad, knowing it’s probably partially her fault that Tyler’s continuing to tease him. Not bad enough, though.
“Purple, huh? Depends what shade,” she hums consideringly as Tyler presses kisses down her abdomen, pausing momentarily to whisper something to her stomach that she can’t make out. She reaches down and runs a hand fondly through his hair. “Sap.”
Javi shifts restlessly again, looking between them pleadingly. “Ty…”
Tyler looks over, pretending to be startled. “Oh, I’m sorry, darling. Forgot you were there.”
Kate snorts a laugh and Javi cracks a smile, reaching out to grab his wrist. “Ty.”
A wide grin breaks out across Tyler’s face and he moves over Javi, laying him on his back. “You have been waiting so patient for me, haven’t you?” he murmurs, running his hands up Javi’s sides.
“You should’ve seen him earlier, Ty,” Kate chuckles, lying back tiredly. “Didn’t touch himself once.”
“Is that right?” Tyler whispers, settling himself between Javi’s legs. Javi stares up at him in anticipation, breathing picking up. “You were good, darling?”
Kate can see Javi’s on the brink, just waiting for that final push, as he nods. Instead, Tyler pulls back with a kiss to his chin. Javi’s hands come up to grab at him, but he drops them with a frustrated noise.
“Easy, darling,” Tyler grins. “Roll over for me.”
Javi twitches like he wants to argue, but after a few moments, he complies. Tyler grabs his waist and adjusts him back, running his hands down to press into the lace, teasingly pulling them lower before letting go and watching them slide back into place with Javi’s annoyed movements.
“Tyler-” Javi huffs.
He’s cut off when Tyler splays his palm onto his lower back, shoving Javi down to the bed with one firm push. Javi’s knees slip out from under him, and the sudden shift makes him adjust his arms down so he doesn’t faceplant into the pillows. Tyler spreads his legs wider apart with his knee, running hands up the back of his thighs before leaning over him, his erection pressing against the lace over Javi’s asscheek. He leans over Javi and plants his hands on either side of his shoulders, chest to Javi’s back.
“Yes, darling?” he asks softly into Javi’s ear. Javi groans, dropping his face into his arms. “So pretty for me, you know that?” He rolls his hips against Javi, trailing his lips down to his neck. “So good for me. My Princess.”
Javi can feel the fuzziness creeping in at Tyler’s words, and presses his ass back into him, wanting it.
“You like when I call you Princess?” Tyler smiles against his skin. A hand moves to Javi’s throat, barely closing around it as he starts grinding more firmly against him. “It’s true. Only my Princess would do all this for me. So sweet that you dressed up for me, darling.” He punctuates it with a slight tightening of his hand around Javi’s throat.
Javi gasps as Tyler’s hand releases its grip, and finally he falls off the ledge into that calm, relaxing world, where everything’s easy and his spouses won’t let him fall farther than he can handle.
“Ty,” Javi whines, pushing back into him as Tyler grinds forward again. “Please, Ty, I want it. I want you. Please. Please, sir. I'm yours. Please.”
In his lust-addled state, Javi doesn't even hear himself. Kate, however, looks at Tyler in surprise, but his attention is entirely on Javi, his breathing increasing as he processes what Javi just called him. In the silence and inaction of Tyler, Javi keeps going.
“Please, sir,” he whimpers, pushing back hard against Tyler.
Before she knows it, the sound of ripping fabric pierces through Kate’s surprise, and she looks down to see Tyler has ripped Javi's lace panties clean off him with two hands and one firm tug in opposite directions. Tyler throws them somewhere and impatiently pulls Javi up onto his knees.
“Unwrapped my gift,” Tyler murmurs reverently before diving down and licking a wet stripe over Javi's hole.
Javi cries out, fisting the sheets and hiding his face against the pillow. “Ty,” he gasps, voice muffled against the fabric.
Tyler doesn't hesitate, pressing his tongue into him and moaning as he feels Javi tighten around the intrusion. Javi shudders and groans into the pillow, sobbing out Tyler's name.
Kate gently tugs at Javi's hair until he turns to look at her, his red splotchy face making his freckles more pronounced as he gasps in lungfuls of air, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Oh, you are pretty, aren't you?” she says sweetly. Javi squeezes his eyes shut at whatever Tyler is doing to him, reaching out to hold her hand. She takes it just for a moment, kissing his knuckles before dropping it again.
“Birthday boy,” she calls, giggling when Tyler's head pops up over the hill of Javi's arched back. “Quit being a tease.”
Tyler grins at her, kissing Javi's ass cheek before climbing over him and grabbing the lube off the nightstand, drizzling out some onto his fingers while he grinds his erection between his cheeks, letting the tip catch against his entrance every now and again. Javi relaxes into the sheets, breath stuttering at Tyler's teasing. He reaches for Kate again, and she lies next to him as Tyler warms the lube in between his fingers.
“You're doing so well, baby,” she says softly, brushing a stray curl back from his forehead. Javi leans into it and she smiles at him. “You're gonna be good for Ty, aren't you?”
Javi nods almost imperceptibly, but she feels it against her hand. She also feels the moment Tyler sinks his fingers inside him, Javi jolting slightly before he relaxes again. Kate glances down and spots Tyler's hand pressing into his lower back again, keeping him from bucking or squirming. She turns back to Javi whose eyes are now shut, breathing heavy as he tries to obey, lying as still as possible.
Tyler barely has to do anything when Javi's like this, so Kate can tell he's dragging this out for the love of the game. Or maybe Javi's surprise honorific has activated his caveman brain again. Probably both.
She leans in and kisses Javi's nose to get his attention. He forces his eyes open and they flutter immediately as Tyler twists his fingers, jaw tensing as he tries to hold in his noises. Amused, Kate scoots in close and presses their foreheads together.
“He didn't tell you you had to be quiet,” she laughs. Javi just shakes his head. Kate's always wondered what goes on in his mind when he interprets their orders in ways that are… confusing to them. Hot. Still definitely hot. But confusing.
The wet sound of Tyler pulling his fingers out is loud in the room without Javi's usual chorus of cries, and Kate looks up at Tyler's face for the first time in a while.
She blinks at the intense focus in his eyes as he pulls Javi up again, positioning himself behind him. Javi goes without complaint, and Kate has a feeling some weird man thing is going on between them that she's not privy to.
“Fun to watch, though,” she mutters to herself as Javi has to pull away from her to get on his hands and knees.
Tyler isn't bothering with teasing anymore, holding onto Javi with one hand and reaching down to guide himself into him with the other. Javi grabs the sheets a little tighter, but the headspace is helping, keeping him relaxed despite the pressure. He turns his head to look over at Kate as Tyler pushes in. She gives him a fond smile, leaning in again to cup his cheek.
“Okay?”
He nods before letting out a small noise and shutting his eyes. Kate looks up and sees Tyler has bottomed out, hands tight on Javi's waist. He meets Kate's eyes in silent question and she nods.
Tyler pulls back slightly, adjusting his grip on Javi's waist before roughly snapping his hips forward. The sharp cry that's torn from Javi's throat definitely can't be controlled. The force of the thrust sends him jolting forward, and Kate eyes Tyler at the harsh sound of skin meeting.
But Tyler doesn't pause, thrusts gaining rhythm and purpose. They start to push Javi further up the mattress before Tyler yanks him back into his punishing pace.
Javi drops again, letting out a string of broken noises and pleas that get muffled into the pillow. Tyler leans over him, and Javi's muffled cry makes his grip on him tighten.
“Let me hear you, Princess,” Tyler drawls. Even Kate flushes, Tyler shooting her a cocky grin when he notices, brushing Javi's hair out of his eyes when he turns his head to pant into the open air. Tyler sits back up in satisfaction, picking up his pace even more.
Javi's knees start to slide against the sheets with every one of Tyler's movements. Tyler patiently pulls him back to where he wants him, every time, but eventually commands in a low voice, “Brace yourself, darling.”
A hand weakly comes up and presses against the headboard, the other bracing him on his forearm. Tyler raises one of his hands from Javi's waist to grab his shoulder, pulling him up and into him. With a smooth adjustment from one angle to the next, Tyler holds him in place as he starts to drive deeper.
Javi moans so loud it's nearly a scream, flush spreading from the tips of his ears to down his chest as Tyler holds him where he wants him, letting his usually careful control slip as he takes and takes. Kate might be a little worried if this wasn't exactly what Javi's been asking Tyler to do for months. To reach that point where he stops holding back and lets everything go.
“Look at you,” Tyler murmurs between pants of his own, hair stuck to his temples and sweat rolling down the curve of his jaw. It's not just Javi's limits he's pushing. Javi whines immediately in response to the mix of awe and possession in his voice. “So good for me. Taking me so perfectly. My pretty boy.”
Javi's response is a weak moan, his grip tightening on the headboard as he rides out the force of Tyler's thrusts. He won't ask for what he needs, not this far gone, so he has to just trust Tyler will get him there. Not a hard ask for Javi, even after the distance between them from the last few weeks.
The headboard is banging into the wall, and Kate peeks down and sees Javi's dark red erection dangling between his legs, throbbing and leaking. As much as she's enjoying the show, there's definitely a physical limit Javi can hit, even if he doesn't think so. She prods at Tyler's leg with her foot, and his grip tightens on Javi's shoulder before he looks at her. She can't help but smile at the almost pout on his face, assuming she's about to make him stop.
Instead, she mouths ‘Bring it home.’ He grins, a full Tyler Owens™ showman smile, and she has to stifle her laugh lest their husband take it the wrong way this deep in the emotional trenches.
Tyler leans over Javi and presses his chest against his back before wrapping the hand on his shoulder around his chest instead, fucking forward in tight, harsh thrusts that send Javi careening towards the edge, scrabbling for some kind of hold other than the headboard. But Tyler doesn't give him time to find it.
He presses his lips to Javi's ear and pants out roughly, “Cum for me, good boy.”
Javi's hand slides off the headboard and he nearly face plants into the pillow before Tyler catches him, Javi crying out loud and unabashed as he shoots his release across the sheets underneath him. Tyler lays him down and sits up to keep chasing his finish, Javi lying there as he twitches and shivers through his own, prolonged in no small part to Tyler's well-practiced aim.
The tight heat clutching rhythmically at him eventually makes him groan, falling forward as he pushes in to the base and holds them both there, filling Javi. Said man whimpers as he feels Tyler throb, burying his face in the pillow.
They both hold there for a few breathless moments, Tyler still gripping Javi flush against him before he eventually breathes out slowly and looks down at the exhausted man beneath him. Javi has his arms around the pillow he's hiding his face in, and Tyler worriedly pets the back of his head.
“Darling? Javi? You alright?” he asks gently. Javi makes a muffled noise that he can't really interpret, so he holds him by the hips and gently eases out. The sound he gets from that is definitely one of protest and he huffs a laugh.
Tyler drops down on Javi's other side as Kate disappears to get them both some water. He throws an arm over his eyes for a second, trying not to overthink what just happened, before lifting it again and rolling over onto his side to pet down Javi's spine.
“You come back to me, but take your time,” he says softly, wrapping the arm around his waist instead and kissing the side of his head, pulling him closer.
Javi finally turns his head to look at him, and it's the first proper look at his face Tyler's gotten since they started. His face is red and flushed, freckles pronounced against the sign of exertion. His eyes are half-lidded, clearly exhausted, and still pretty glazed over, not entirely here. But he looks content, calm, so Tyler relaxes a fraction.
“You're okay, yeah?” Tyler asks in a whisper only for him. Javi smiles dreamily, clearly not understanding a word he just said, and Tyler chuckles, leaning in and cupping his cheek, kissing him with just a press of lips.
Kate returns with some water and a box of chocolate chip granola bars. Tyler laughs as he sits up, accepting the glass from her with a thanks, and watching her settle in on Javi's other side, already tearing into a bar.
“I have a feeling… those were not brought with the intent to share,” he grins teasingly. Kate huffs and takes one out, reluctantly handing it over to him.
“You can have one,” she mumbles begrudgingly.
“You are generous,” Tyler nods sagely, accepting it but instead chugging his glass of water. Kate has Javi's, so Tyler encourages him up and tries to get him sitting. Javi immediately winces and looks pleadingly at him, and Tyler sighs.
“Darling, having you in my lap when you're like this does not lead to proper aftercare,” Tyler jokes, though he knows he might as well be talking to a brick wall for all Javi processes. He gives in pretty much right after that anyway, so he doesn't know why he bothers.
With Javi comfortably settled in Tyler's lap where his sensitive parts aren't carrying his weight, he accepts the glass Kate hands him, downing it quickly, but wrinkles his nose at the granola bar.
“Baby bird it,” Kate suggests semi-seriously, talking with her mouth full.
“I'm not spitting it in his mouth,” Tyler sputters in a laugh. “Javi, darling, you gotta get something in you. I'm not quite done with either of you yet.”
Javi turns his face away, and Tyler sighs fondly, letting Javi rest against him for now as he rubs his back. He can feel holes being stared into him, and he looks over to meet Kate's wide-eyed gaze.
“What do you mean you're not done?” she demands.
Tyler beams. “I'm young and full of life, darling! And it's still my birthday!”
Kate glances over at the clock and sees it's only 10:30. “Damn.”
“That’s right. So rest up. I already got round 2 planned,” he says proudly, Kate shaking her head in disbelief before ripping open a second granola bar.
An idea pops into Tyler's head and he taps Javi's spine to indicate he should look. When he does, Tyler takes a bite of the granola bar then offers it to him, and Javi takes it easily, resting against him again as he chews slowly.
“Well that was easy,” Tyler chuckles. He runs his hand up and down Javi's thigh, eyes following the curve of muscle while he waits for Javi to finish eating. “You've got pretty thighs, darling.” Javi nuzzles closer to him. “All these freckles… I'm gonna have to spend some time on these.”
Javi lifts himself, looking more aware but still hazy. He proudly holds up the empty granola bar wrapper for Tyler's approval and Tyler grins.
“Good boy.”
Javi flushes all over again, and Kate laughs at Tyler's shit-eating grin as he cups Javi's cheeks.
“Got a pretty blush too,” he says softly, brushing a loose curl behind Javi's ear. “Pretty mouth-” He runs his thumb over his bottom lip. “-pretty hair-” He gently tugs at the curl he just pet back. “-pretty eyes.” Tyler pauses for a moment just to look, and Javi tilts his head up, silently inviting him closer. He pulls Javi in and kisses him chastely at first before deepening it, Javi moaning and eagerly pressing back. Tyler rolls them and gets Javi underneath him, settling between his legs and kissing him hard.
“One granola bar, and they're raring to go,” Kate scoffs, shaking her head as Tyler ducks down to start marking Javi's thighs.
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Round 2 was Kate on her hands and knees, and Javi taken on his back this time.
Round 3 was Kate riding Javi, then Tyler riding Javi, the both of them edging him so he didn't cum either time, before Tyler pressed two fingers into him and made him ride them to the finish line.
Round 4 was an exhausted Kate letting him go again while they were lying on their sides, Tyler spooning her. Then had Javi over the side of the bed holding Kate's hand while Tyler chased the orgasm he denied himself with Kate, Javi only able to let out these small overwhelmed breathy noises that drove Tyler crazy.
Round 5 was a tapped out Kate tiredly getting her mouth on him and letting him finish down her throat. When Tyler recovered enough for one more, Javi climbed onto his lap and Tyler just held him while he worked them both to completion.
Once they finish, Javi collapses against him and falls asleep near instantly, much to their amusement. Tyler wraps his arms around Javi and gently lays him on the bed, letting his now soft erection slip out in the process. Javi curls into his chest and Kate scoots in to hold Javi, resting her chin on top of his head to look at Tyler.
“Happy birthday,” she whispers. Tyler chuckles, leaning in to kiss her.
“I am very happy,” he agrees, running a hand through her mussed hair. “Sleep, darling.” Kate won't argue with that.
She starts to drift off and is aware of Tyler eventually getting out of bed, a warm wet rag wiping her off, the smell of aloe and the gentle touch of calloused hands, an occasional pause in between followed by a weak noise from Javi that Tyler gently shushes. After a while, Javi's rolled to rest on her chest, which she easily makes room for, and finally sleep drags her under.