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Armand is having dinner with Daniel when her phone goes off and she sees a text from Louis. Her eyebrows go up when she reads it.

I have something Lestat can suck.

She wonders where this is suddenly coming from but answers like it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

I bet you do. Don’t tell me, tell her tho.

Armand’s messed around with Louis many times, so she knows that Lestat has not. Despite Lestat’s wishes, that is. She’s tried, sure, but Louis says Lestat is too soft, too delicate for her to hurt Lestat that way, which is laughable really. Armand’s sure it has nothing to do with the fact that Louis may or may not have some unresolved feelings that could only get more complicated with sex.

Armand doesn’t have that problem though. She’s fucked both of them many times and hopes she’ll do so for many more. She gives Daniel a sign and goes to make a call to the bathroom.

“So… Lestat? You want her to suck your cock? Eat you out?” Armans starts. Louis groans, if she’s turned on or embarrassed, Armand can’t tell. “I’m at Daniel’s, can I come over?”

“I don’t think so,” Louis moans.

That moan she can identify. “I’m on my way,” she hangs up.

When she gets there, Louis’ door is unlocked– so predictable. Armand starts undressing as soon as she gets through the door.

Louis’ resting back against the pillows at the top of the bed, right hand stroking her clit lazily while the left one adjusts her strap. Armand sits down next to her on the bed.

“Holy fuck,” Louis startles. Her hand slips from the belt and she turns to look at Armand. Louis gives Armand a slow once-over and smiles satisfied; she wastes no time, pointing at her dick with one move of her head. Armand doesn’t hesitate.

Armand straddles Louis’ waist so she can hover over Louis’ body and spread herself with two fingers. Louis quickly slides two fingers in, feeling her from the inside as she uses her thumb to softly rub Armand’s clit.

“You’re going to fuck me? Or her?” Armand moans, feeling Louis’ fingers pick up speed at that. “You think she’d do it like this? Get on top of you while she fucks herself on your big cock?” Louis groans lowly and Armand decides to stop teasing and get Louis inside her as soon as possible. She moves backwards and gets Louis’ dick in her hand, circling her clit once with the rubber tip before putting it in.

The moan Louis lets out could make Armand think she can actually feel her pussy around it.

“You look so good, on top of me” Louis slurs, starting to thrust up into Armand. Louis’ hand caresses from her soft stomach to her small breasts, squeezing one softly and helping Armand recline onto Louis’ bent legs. “Okay?” She waits for Armand’s affirmation before starting to pound.

It’s quick and harsh and mean and everything Louis knows Armand likes, the benefits of having done this so many times. And Louis’ so hot, lying there, her tits bouncing with every thrust, panting and close only from the friction of the base of the strap on her cunt. Armand pinches one of Louis’ brown nipples, rolling it between her fingers and feeling the stutter of Louis’ dick inside her.

“Why are you thinking about Lestat?” Armand asks. She knows Louis’ more willing to answer while pussy drunk, Armand’s not above using it to her advantage.

Louis still doesn’t answer. She closes her eyes tight and slows her thrust, like only the mention of the name could bring her over. Okay then.

Armand slides one hand between the strap and Louis to rub slowly at her clit.

“Armand,” Louis warns.

“Louis,” Armand mocks in the same tone the other woman used. She slides her hand lower so she can gather Louis’ juices and bring them back to her clit, circling the nub at a tortuous pace with one single digit.

Louis bucks her hips wildly, taking what she wants from Armand like she normally would. The gasps coming from her mouth let Armand know she’s close, so Armand removes her whole hand, leaving Louis cold, whining under her.

“Not yet.” Armand tuts. “Tell me and I’ll make you come.”

“I can’t think like this.” Louis’ eyes are desperate and she seems genuine. Armand takes pity on her and starts undulating her hips on top of Louis again. “I promise I’ll tell you once I get to come in you.”

That’s enough motivation for Armand, she leans back again and lets Louis pound into her. Armand moans loudly when Louis brings a finger to rub her clit, the way she knows Louis likes.

They’re both satisfied and showered not ten minutes later.

“I can’t,” Louis begins explaining but quickly cuts herself off, like she doesn’t know what she wants to say. “Not with her.”

“Why not her?”

“Cause she’s not like– like us, I guess,” Armand’s going to pretend she doesn’t know Louis was going to say not like you. She’d be offended if she didn’t know that like you gets Louis off most times. “She doesn’t do it like us. She’s the romantic type, I guess. Vanilla.”

Armand snorts so loud some spit comes out. “You’re either delusional or lying to yourself to feel better about being a coward.” Louis kicks her shin with her foot at that. Armand doesn’t flinch “I can assure you, from personal experience, she’s not so different from us,” Louis hums disbelievingly. “Unless you want her to be? Is that it? You want her soft and pliant on the bed so you can fuck her until she’s crying? Corrupt an innocent girl on soft white sheets, that's what you’re into now?” Armand can’t say she doesn’t see the appeal.

“Shut the fuck up, don’t be so crude.”

Armand can feel her smile widen. “So I’m right? Want to see her sitting still on your bed, looking up at you with big, blue eyes. Put her in braids and baby blue stockings since you’re at it, won’t you?”

Louis covers her eyes with an arm and sighs dramatically into the crook of her elbow. “Maybe…” she admits quietly. “It’s more than that, though.”

“I know.” Armand says gently, squeezing Louis’ thigh softly.

“Yeah, I bet you do.”

Armand doesn’t like the implication in Louis’ voice. There’s nothing to imply anyway, Louis knows nothing. Lestat is Armand’s best friend and nothing would make Armand happier than seeing her happy with Louis. If that’s what Lestat wants.

Which Armand knows it’s what Lestat wants, she’s mentioned it to Armand a thousand times at least, looking for her support. And Armand gave it to her, because that’s what best friends do. In fact, she’s such a good friend she’ll help Louis out, put Lestat on a silver platter for her and everything. World’s best best friend, that she is.

Louis pulls her closer into a semi-embrace of sorts and kisses her temple. Armand gives her a strained smile and closes her eyes.

—

Maybe it’s suggestive, but Armand feels some kind of sexual tension in the air as soon as they get into the bar. She feels Louis’ gaze lingering longer, her eyes never losing Lestat in the crowd, her hands always touching Lestat one way or another. Armand would feel alienated if it weren’t for the fact that Lestat makes sure to stay close to her all night, straight on sitting in Armand’s lap the moment Louis and Daniel go out to smoke.

“Am I crazy or is Louis especially clingy today?” Lestat asks the moment the other two disappear out the back.

Armand puts a lone strand of hair behind Lestat’s ear. “You’re not, babe. We fucked before coming here, she’s probably still coming down.”

Lestat sighs wistfully. “Living the dream.”

“You could be living it for real,” Armand murmurs. She lets her hand fall to Lestat’s big mouth, her thumb caressing her plump bottom lip softly. “She talked about you. Got her all worked up and you weren’t even there.”

“Yes? What about me?” Lestat smirks cockily, always happy to be the center of attention, no matter whose.

Armand brings Lestat’s face closer to hers so she can whisper in the blonde’s ear. “She wants you. Wants to get you all wet, dripping onto her sheets. Wants to put you on your knees so you can eat her out for hours, the way I know you can.”

Lestat whimpers frustratedly into Armand’s neck as she grinds onto her lap, their position not allowing for any relief. “What else? Armand, what else did she say?”

“You whores need to find a room, nobody wants to see this,” Daniel says, fake puking as he goes to sit next to them. “Right, Lou?”

Louis’ intense stare proves that she does, in fact, not agree with Daniel. If it wasn’t obvious enough, the way she crosses and uncrosses her legs gives her away. Daniel just rolls his eyes.

Lestat kisses Daniel messily on the cheek just to hear him complain and laughs before standing up and taking Louis’ hand in hers to drag her to the bar. Daniel curses at her as she leaves, but Armand can see the smile he’s trying to hide. She uses her sleeve to clean Daniel’s face and then asks him about that book he mentioned he was reading.

She listens to Daniel talk and asks him questions when she’s supposed to and she definitely doesn’t see the way Louis and Lestat spend the rest of the night whispering to each other at the bar counter.

—

The tension bomb Armand thought was going to explode takes a little longer than she expected. It’s been weeks since her talk with Louis and nothing has happened with her and Lestat.

Armand is equal parts relieved and annoyed. Relieved because she’ll take all the time she can get without having to share Lestat with anyone else, but annoyed at having to wait for an ending that she’s been waiting for longer than she can admit. Armand doesn’t like to leave things for fate to decide, though, so she has an idea.

Lestat takes half an hour to get to Armand’s room, which is a lot considering they live in the same dorm.

“What is it that you had me come in such a hurry when you’re not even properly dressed?” Lestat barges into her room complaining and throws herself onto the bed.

Armand’s concerned about Lestat’s idea of ‘a hurry’, seeing how she’s here 30 minutes later than Armand expected. However, she won’t get into it with Lestat today, her plan’s already running behind.

“We got a date,” Armand replies simply.

“We do?” Lestat asks skeptically.

“Yes, at Louis’ room,” she sees Lestat perk up at that, her head tilting to the side like a dog’s. “You know how I told you about how much she wants you? How she thinks about you often?”

Armand’s chest tightens at the way Lestat’s grin grows at that. “Yes, how could I forget?” Lestat extends her arm and pulls Armand to sit next to her on the bed. “What’s your idea then?”

Turning Lestat so her back is to her, Armand starts braiding her hair in two low braids while she tells Lestat of her plan. By the time she ties the braids, the ends of Lestat’s hair just reaching her waist, she’s managed to fill Lestat in on the whole night she’s planned. When she’s done she undresses Lestat slowly, carefully taking every piece away and placing soft kisses on the skin she unravels. Lestat’s hands massaging her scalp as she descends. Surprisingly, –in a way that has Armand’s heart beating a little bit faster and wishing she could call the whole night off– Lestat blushes when Armand hands her the blue babydoll and the matching panties with the white bow on the front. She puts it on Lestat but lets the girl put on the stockings herself while Armand gets her own outfit, ignoring the way Lestat looks at her, afraid of what she will– won’t see there.

The mood is only broken when they’re standing in front of Louis’ door with two big trench coats like they’re in a bad cops movie. Thankfully, it doesn’t take Louis too long to answer their knocking.

Louis blinks confused at seeing both standing at her door and then raises an accusatory eyebrow at Armand. Snorting, Armand elbows Lestat so she gets on with it, they have a script to follow.

Lestat clears her throat unelegantly and tries to look at Louis under her lashes while blinking seductively, Lestat’s taller than Louis so it’s a bit ridiculous to see. The glance Armand throws at Louis tells her Lestat’s succeeding, so maybe not so ridiculous after all.

“Can we come in?” Lestat purrs, sex voice already on. A true-born performer she is, Armand will give her that.

Louis frowns but opens the door for them. Lestat’s coat falls the second she hears the lock on the door; Louis’ scandalized gasp can be heard before the garment has hit the floor. She turns to look at Armand accusingly, Armand just smiles at her.

“You’re welcome,” Armand says as she walks past Louis to where Lestat stands in the middle of the room.

Lestat pulls Armand closer the moment she’s in her reach and kisses her deeply, tangling her pale hand into Armand’s long dark hair. With a thud, Louis throws herself onto the couch, probably still processing the situation and Armand feels Lestat’s laugh at it against her lips more than she hears it.

“Go for it,” Armand murmurs into the kiss, and Lestat does.

Without hesitating, Lestat drops to her knees between Louis’ legs, holding Louis’ gaze as she traces a pointy nail from Louis’ calf to her groin. She doesn't have to say a thing to have Louis raising her hips so Lestat can get rid of her shorts and underwear at once.

“It’s so pretty,” Lestat whispers reverently. She looks back at Armand. “Armand, you never mentioned how pretty it is.”

Louis’ throwing her head back and moaning; Armand’s pretty sure it’s more embarrassment than horniness this time.

“An oversight,” Armand concedes.

“The understatement of the century. Louis, it’s so pretty,” she praises. Louis hums and gets a hand on Lestat’s head so she can get her to where she needs but Lestat slaps it away. “Louis! I’m a lady, you don’t believe I’m gonna lick you before you even kiss me, do you?”

Louis has Lestat in her lap in a second, their mouths connected immediately. For all Louis’ apparent reticence tonight she kisses Lestat like she’s dying of thirst and Lestat’s the only glass of water in the desert. Armand can even see their tongues meeting in each other’s mouths from where she’s standing, the way Louis positions Lestat just right so that Lestat’s knee rubs her how she likes it.

Sooner than she expected, Lestat's sitting back between Louis’ legs and Louis’ taking off her shirt.

“Armand,” Lestat calls. “Sit next to her.”

No need to tell her twice. Armand discards her own coat and sits next to Louis’ naked self in just her black panties.

Lestat drags her eyes away from Louis to smile at Armand, and Armand can now understand why Louis has been so quiet the whole time. Lestat is a vision on her knees, lips red and swollen and eyes glazed, desperate for it. It's not even close to being the first time Armand sees Lestat like this, but still, it always manages to take her breath away.

She knows Lestat is waiting for her, though. “Listen carefully, kitten. Our Louis here is a bit more sensitive than I am, so don’t abuse the teeth. You can nibble on her clit, but don’t overdo it. She likes it better when you finger her while you suck at it like it’s a cock. You're good at that, so it shouldn’t be too hard for you, right?”

Lestat nods eagerly and Louis groans “Armand,” like she can’t believe the words coming out of her mouth.

“Louis, I have heard you say things that would make a whore blush while fucking, stop acting coy. And Lestat–”

She’s cut off by Louis’ hand wrapping around her throat, not too tight, just a warning, but it still gets Armand wetter in a second. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Don’t forget who I am just cause she’s here.”

The gasp coming from the floor has Louis pull her hand back like she’s burnt. Armand can see the regret in her face, the fear that she’s scared Lestat and that Armand was wrong and Lestat is really not like them. The look in Lestat’s eyes, however, isn’t fear; it’s awe, so she hits Louis’ shoulder lightly and gestures at Lestat.

“Are you going to fuck her face or what? She’s being so patient, hasn’t touched herself at all even when I know she’s ruined those pretty knickers she chose for you,” a tiny lie, but it makes Louis focus again so Armand doesn’t think she'll mind. “Doesn’t she deserve a reward?”

Louis nods. “She does,” it’s so soft Armand would question it came out of Louis if she hadn't seen her lips move to get the words out.

“What do you want?” Lestat asks with faux innocence.

Louis hesitates an instant before looking for that mindspace she’s so familiar with. “Kiss it.”

Lestat leans in slowly and places a soft kiss on Louis’ cunt, pulling away quickly to see Louis’ hole clench at the gesture. Lestat smiles and leans in again, giving it a proper kiss this time, dragging her lips over Louis’ clit and labia like she expects Louis’ pussy to kiss her back.

When Lestat pulls back this time, her mouth and chin are wet and she’s looking up at Louis like she’s waiting for Louis’ next instructions.

Louis delivers them. “Les, need you to suck me off. Wanna fuck your face,” she grabs Lestat’s head to bring her to her core as she says it, not giving Lestat any time to reply.

Lestat sucks around Louis’ clit like she’s sucking a real cock, bobbing her head up and down over it and moaning every time Louis bucks up like she’s actually choking on it. Armand can’t stand it any longer; loves seeing Lestat eating pussy, knows it’s what turns Lestat on the most, even more than getting her own pussy eaten. Carelessly, Armand gets her panties off and throws them somewhere in the room she doesn’t care to look at, it’s not important now, at least not as important as rubbing herself to the sight before her.

“You’re so pretty, babe. Doing so good. Listen to Louis’ noises, kitten, you’re making her feel so good,” Armand praises, throwing Louis a look to see if she understands what Armand’s doing. Louis’ a good dom, but Armand’s more the degrading kind of sub, and she knows Louis’ not used to giving free praise. That’s not going to work today.

It seems like Louis does catch what Armand’s throwing, or maybe she just wants to feel Lestat moan against her pussy again. Anyhow, she’s letting out little “so good,”s and “that’s it, baby, made to suck cock,”s that have Lestat moaning and trembling on her knees.

Louis’ legs are shaking now, and her breath’s coming out shorter. She's not surprised when Louis grabs Lestat by the head again and pulls her off so she doesn’t come so fast. Louis catches her breath for a second before letting go of Lestat’s head and looking back into her eyes, the pupil so blown the blue is almost nonexistent now.

Lestat looks at Louis questioningly, but Louis just brushes her face delicately, leaving Lestat more confused.

“Yes, mommy?” she asks innocently.

Armand doesn’t know if she should laugh or stroke her clit harder at that. The thing is, Armand is surprised that Lestat let that out so quickly, apparently not afraid of scaring Louis away. The first time Lestat called Armand that, they had previously talked about it, about how it was something Lestat had been wanting– no, needing for some time. Armand doesn’t think she’s ever come faster than the first time Lestat called her mommy while she had Armand four fingers in. And Louis knows Lestat; knows she’s demanding and needy and a little bit of a brat so it can’t come as much of a surprise that Lestat likes to have someone to take care of her and put her in her place from time to time, can it?

Thinking about it, Armand’s not even surprised Lestat said it so quickly, with how often Armand has mentioned the way Louis likes to take control in bed. In fact, Armand’s kind of annoyed that she unknowingly propelled this situation.

Biting her lip with an innocence they all know is fake, Lestat looks at Louis’ shocked face, waiting for her reaction. Lestat caresses Louis’ thick thigh when she doesn’t say anything, pouting at Louis with mocking worry.

“Mommy? Are you okay? Should I stop?” Lestat’s trying to sound regretful, but the smile she’s biting gives her away.

Lestat gets her answer when Louis suddenly brings a hand to her pussy to rub furiously at her clit, moaning and grunting under Lestat and Armand’s stare. It doesn’t take much for Louis to come, toes curling on the floor and legs unnaturally stiff, like she doesn’t want them to see her so affected. Louis touches herself throughout her orgasm and the aftershocks, with Lestat’s nails scratching at her shaky thighs and Armand kissing at her shoulder.

On the floor, Lestat’s smiling like she’s got everything she ever wanted, which probably isn’t too far from the truth. She winks at Armand, proud of herself, and brings two fingers to the mess between Louis’ legs where she collects as much of Louis’ fluids as she can to bring it to her mouth. In true Lestat fashion, she’s messy with it; gives her fingers lewd kitten licks and lets them caress her own lips, her chin and her neck until she’s all glossy.

Armand can’t wait to get her mouth.

Breathing heavily, Louis looks at Armand, brown eyes wide like she cannot comprehend how that just happened. Armand laughs softly and pats Louis’ thigh comfortingly.

“I know,” Armand agrees. She looks down at Lestat and uses the hand she had on Louis to get a loose strand of hair that’s escaped from the braid behind Lestat’s ear, smiling when Lestat purrs at the scratch Armand gives her there. Armand leans closer to Louis’ ear. “Look at her, all messy and wet for you. So desperate, poor girl. What do you think? Should we make her wait a little longer? Have her eat me out before you get your dick and fuck her, hmm?”

She can hear Louis swallow gravely before she slowly nods her head. Sitting straight, Louis takes a deep breath and looks at Lestat.

“Les, get on the bed,” Louis says, softer than she probably wanted to.

Lestat considers it mocking. “What do I get if I do?”

“What do you get if you do?” Armand repeats incredulously.

Lestat nods like it’s an honest question.

From the corner of her eye, Armand can see Louis leaning closer to get in Lestat’s face. She doesn’t need to look at Louis to know she’s frowning.

“What’d you get?” Louis mocks. “Let’s talk about what you don’t get if you don’t, shall we? If you don’t get on the bed, you don’t get to come, you’ll sit on the couch watching Armand take my dick while you don’t get anything else for the rest of the night,” Louis’ smiling cruelly now. “We clear, baby?”

“Yes, mommy,” Lestat says, getting up from the floor and walking towards the bed, giving Armand a satisfied smile before turning around.

Louis only inhales once before she’s able to stand up and follow Lestat. Armand’s impressed.

On the bed, Lestat’s lying down between some pillows, a stain of blue and yellow on the white sheets. She’s got a leg bent, her pastel blue toenails curling on the fabric, and she’s playing with a braid, twirling it around two fingers. Armand wastes no time to crawl over her.

Confidently, Armand spreads Lestat’s legs so she can rest between them and kisses from Lestat’s chest to her mouth, cleaning Louis’ juices from her skin as she moves up. Armand uses a thin finger to open Lestat’s mouth and, hovering over her, lets the mix of her saliva and Louis’ cum drip slowly into Lestat’s mouth. Lestat’s mouth falls slack with the loud moan she gives at the taste and she surges up to kiss Armand deeply, her tongue cleaning out every drop of Louis from Armand’s tongue, her arms wrapping lazily around Armand’s shoulders.

“Good?” Armand asks quietly when they break away.

Lestat blinks dazedly up at her. “So good, babe.”

Looking into Lestat’s pretty eyes, her light lashes so close Armand’s sure she could count them, she whispers, “I love you.”

Giggling, Lestat hides her face in Armand’s shoulder. “Yes. I love you too.”

Armand sits up, ignoring the way her chest hurts at that. Behind her, she can feel the bed dip with Louis’ weight, and she’s sitting beside Lestat by the time Armand’s naked and standing over Lestat’s face.

Louis caresses a hand from Armand’s hip to where her knee rests next to Lestat’s head, with a soft squish, she directs, “C’mon, sit. Wanna see her wreck you.”

Armand lets her hips down at that. She gets one hand on Lestat’s hair, messing up the braids she put so much care into, and the other one on Lestat’s boob behind her, feeling the softness of her skin and the harshness of the lace under her palm, and gets to riding Lestat’s face.

Despite currently having her face be used as a toy Lestat is never shy at this, and instead of letting Armand rub herself to orgasm Lestat grabs harshly at Armand’s ass to still her enough to get her tongue inside her cunt.

Louis hums approvingly at Lestat and stares intently at the way Lestat’s nose hits Armand’s clit every time Armand bucks forward, chasing an orgasm that’s been brewing for far too long. Armand can feel it coming and knows it’ll be a strong one, extremely turned on with Lestat under her and Louis looking at them, but when she’s about to warn her Lestat pulls away, like she could feel it.

Lestat tilts her head back and takes a breath, just one big enough to get enough air into her lungs before she can keep going. She brings her face back under Armand’s pussy, but before Armand can start grinding again, Lestat buries her nose in her and inhales in a way that has Louis muttering “fuck,” under her breath and Armand’s thighs giving out. With Armand’s whole weight resting on her face, Lestat goes back to eating.

Usually, Armand’s not loud in bed, not even when she comes, a string of short and fast gasps is the only sign that she’s close, which is what alerts Louis to Armand’s climax approaching and has her bringing a thumb to rub her clit while Lestat fucks her tongue inside Armand’s hole.

“She’s so pretty,” Louis murmurs and Armand glows at that before Louis goes on. “Made to have her face between two legs, isn’t she?” And well, Armand can’t say she disagrees. “And she’s been so good for us all night, hasn’t complained once that we haven’t even touched her, even when I can see her panties are fully soaked. She deserves a reward, Armand.”

It isn’t a question but Armand nods anyway, rubbing harder against Lestat’s moaning mouth, Louis’ thumb touching her just right with every undulation of her body.

“Give Lestat her reward then. Come on her face,” Louis orders it and Armand just needs two more thrusts before she’s coming.

Her thighs clasp tight around Lestat’s head and she can hear the blonde grunt under her, but Armand can’t care now. Supporting her weight with a hand on Louis’ shoulder, Armand bites her bottom lip as she rides her orgasm until the mouth on her pussy starts to feel uncomfortable. She can hear Louis mumbling in the background something along the lines of “such good girls,” and “yeah, that’s it, use her for your own pleasure,” and “look at how she’s shaking, you’re a pro at this, baby,”, but Armand can’t focus on that when all she can see is Lestat’s unfocused eyes under her.

She manages to unclench her legs and sit back on Lestat’s chest, trying to catch her breath. Lestat sighs dreamily and leans forward to lick the wetness away from Armand’s thighs and groin, ignoring Armand’s whines at the overstimulation and the hand trying to push her away. Once she’s satisfied at her own work, Lestat lies back down between the pillows.

“Yummy,” Lestat jokes when no one moves for a couple seconds.

Armand snorts and rolls onto her side, gets comfortable and pulls Lestat’s face to hers, kissing her softly. The thought that she’s tasting both Louis and herself on Lestat has her moaning lowly.

“Love how you look when you sit on my face, you’re always at your freest there,” Lestat breathes against Armand’s lips.

Armand has to pull away and drop onto her back at that, she needs to stare at the ceiling for a minute or two.

There’s a snort in the back that she identifies as Louis’ and then more sounds of kissing, Lestat’s low moaning like a soundtrack. Sheets rustling and the bed jostling, Armand turns her head to see Louis standing up to grab her cock from the first drawer of the dresser.

Lestat’s the one staring at the ceiling now, but Armand can tell she’s not actually seeing it. Armand takes advantage of Louis putting on the harness to whisper to Lestat.

“How are you doing? Do you need a break?”

It seems like it takes Lestat a while to process Armand’s words, but when she does she shakes her head in a negative.

“Okay. What’s going on then?” Armand presses.

“I’m just— I don't know, happy I guess. I never thought she would... I’ve dreamed about this so many times and it’s finally happening.” Lestat doesn’t look at her when she speaks, so Armand curls around her, softly caressing Lestat’s flat stomach. “What if it’s disappointing for her—”

“You could never be disappointing, babe,” Armand says fiercely.

“She’s right, you can’t,” Louis adds, getting on the bed to sit between Lestat’s legs, brown cock now standing proud at her front. She raises an eyebrow at Armand, though, wondering about what they were talking about; Armand shakes her head. Not now.

Lestat rolls her eyes with false annoyance, opening her legs wider and putting her arms above her head, all false bravado. Armand’s not buying it and Louis’ hand carefully massaging her smooth thighs proves she doesn’t either.

Armand hits Louis’ leg lightly with her foot, urging her to get on with it, knows that if they pressure Lestat now she’ll end up either screaming or crying and they’ll get nowhere.

Brown hands travel down pale thighs until they reach Lestat’s panties, fabric gone dark blue at her core where she’s wettest. Louis drags a finger down Lestat’s slit, and Armand sits up so she can see the way Lestat’s cheeks clench at that. Dropping a kiss to the bow at the top, Louis gets two fingers inside the seams to start getting Lestat’s panties off.

“Did you get this for me, baby?” Louis asks distractedly, watching intently every inch of skin revealed.

“Armand did,” Lestat says. Louis looks at Armand at that, raising an eyebrow. “Armand has great taste for these things, right, mommy?”

“Right,” Louis drawls slowly. She finishes taking Lestat’s panties off, leaving Lestat open and clenching. “Armand can keep them then. Oh, but wait, you got them all dirty,” she pretends to think for a second and shrugs. “Armand, get them clean.”

There are wet panties being forced into Armand’s open mouth before Lestat comprehends what’s happening. Louis doesn’t even look Armand’s way.

Armand’s not sure how she’s supposed to clean the panties when they’re stuffed inside her mouth, but she’s not about to contradict Louis now. She tries her best by letting as much saliva pool in her mouth as she can and licking the fabric she can reach, humming happily every time she tastes Lestat’s familiar scent in them.

Fascinated, Lestat’s so absorbed in watching Armand munch on her panties she doesn’t even notice Louis getting in place until she feels the cold plastic tip being rubbed against her hole. With a hiss, Lestat looks away from Armand to watch Louis rub her dick on her, from hole to clit and back to hole, getting it wet with Lestat’s juices.

With one hand holding the rubber base and the other on Lestat’s waist, Louis starts pushing in. Slowly but steadily Louis makes her way in, eyes focused on Lestat and the way her expression twitches and changes with every inch inside her, how her chest rises and falls under the babydoll, the differences in her moans with every new angle. There’s so much going on at once, Armand doesn’t know if he should focus on the point where their bodies meet –how they fit within each other– or the content smile on Lestat’s face when she’s finally full, made whole by the one she longs for.

Louis rests her head on Lestat’s chest like she can actually feel the tightness of her insides around her cock and kisses messily at the fabric still covering Lestat’s tits. They take a moment to adjust, letting Lestat get used to having Louis inside her, and Lestat uses the break to wrap her legs behind Louis’ back, bringing her impossibly closer, and take Armand’s right hand in one of hers. Armand feels Lestat squeeze her hand and squeezes right back.

“Louis,” Lestat calls and waits for Louis to raise her head and look at her before she continues. “Kiss me.”

And Louis does. She leans forward and catches Lestat’s mouth with hers, tongue first. They kiss leisurely, licking at the insides of the other’s mouth like they want to memorize the shapes. Absentmindedly, Lestat starts to gyrate her hips, trying to get herself off with just the idea of Louis fucking her. When she realizes, Louis sits back on her knees, holds Lestat by the hips and starts thrusting. Deep and slow at first, letting Lestat’s increasing moans dictate the pace before Louis starts going faster, harder, establishing a rhythm that has Lestat’s back arching and clawing at the bed with her free hand.

Armand observes them. Sees the way they look together; Louis’ hands leaving red marks on Lestat’s pale skin, Lestat’s legs clinging onto Louis like she never wants to let go, how Lestat’s blond pubes hide the place where she and Louis are connected. They’re beautiful, coming together like this, all sharp contrast and soft touches. She’s thinking about what a shame it is that they’re doing it missionary instead of doggy and Louis can’t hold onto the braids Armand so carefully crafted while she fucks Lestat, when Lestat lets go of her hand.

Armand startles from her fantasy and looks down at where Lestat is cleaning the drool from her chin before holding her palm under Armand’s mouth, the demand clear. Armand looks at Louis for confirmation that it’s okay for her to spit Lestat’s knickers out already but Louis’ not looking at her, too busy pounding Lestat into the mattress.

Lestat looks at Louis expectantly, like she’s magically going to know what Lestat means, and suddenly laughs loudly, surprising both Louis and Armand.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lestat giggles. “I just– I clenched, like, my pussy, and expected Louis to look at me. I forgot she can’t… sorry, sorry.” Louis had stopped to hear what Lestat had to say, but now she’s rolling her eyes and going back to work, getting back to her old rhythm immediately in a way that has Lestat’s laugh cut short and a gasp coming out in its place.

As Lestat has seemingly forgotten what she wanted to say, Armand pinches one of her nipples to get her attention and raises her eyebrows at her when Lestat turns to look at her offended.

“Oh, right!” Lestat exclaims, but she’s moaning, so it comes out like she’s praising Louis instead. “Wait, Lou, let Armand get that thing out of her mouth.”

Louis blinks at her and then at Armand, like she’s somehow managed to put this idea into Lestat’s mind without speaking. “And why would I do that?”

“Cause I want her to kiss me while you fuck me,” Lestat says simply.

The sound of hips against ass is the only noise that can be heard for a couple of seconds while they wait, until finally –finally– Louis extends her hand for Armand to spit on it, which she does without hesitation. Louis hasn’t yet thrown the panties to the end of the bed when Armand’s already on Lestat.

Their kiss is messy, more shallow than the ones before but more desperate at the same time. Louis moans behind her like Armand knew she would, and quickens her pace, rubbing inside Lestat just right to have her panting into Armand’s mouth and gripping tightly at her black hair. There’s something being said over and over that Armand can’t decipher as long as it’s being muttered against her chin so she pushes away slightly to hear what Lestat is saying.

“So close, so close. Please, I need more, Armand– help me, just that bit more. I need–,” she’s making herself cry, frustrated at not being able to articulate what she needs. Armand knows, though.

Louis’ pace slows at seeing Lestat’s tears. “Baby, are you–,”

“Keep going,” Armand interrupts, too into everything to worry about how she’s speaking to Louis. She brings her hand between Lestat and Louis’ bodies, tugging at a few blond curls before she rubs two fingers on Lestat’s clit. The moan Lestat lets out at that is enough answer. “Just keep going.”

With newfound confidence, Louis picks up the pace, slamming into Lestat harder, rocking her body up on the bed with every roll of her hips. Armand’s fingers continue to move relentlessly, only straying away from Lestat’s clit for a few seconds to caress her labia or dip a fingertip beside Louis’ cock, her eyes never leaving Lestat’s face.

“Fuck, Louis, right there, don’t stop please,” Lestat sobs, mascara running down her pretty eyes. “Touch me please, I need– Armand.”

“I’m touching you, kitten,” Armand says, but moves her fingers faster.

Lestat mewls, arching her back and trapping Armand’s hand between her cunt and Louis’ pelvis. The new angle is hard, but Armand makes it work anyway.

“I can’t, I–” she’s fully sobbing now. Armand nuzzles her face against Lestat’s and licks at the tear streams on her face, trying to ignore the taste of the mascara to focus on the taste of Lestat. Louis curses and her pace stumbles before she manages to pull herself together. “Armand, I need– please, Louis– mommy, I wanna come.”

“Baby,” Louis coos. “Such a polite girl, asking mommy to let you come. Tell me, did mommy fuck the brat outta you, Les?”

Armand’s not sure Lestat is actually understanding anything Louis is saying but she nods furiously anyway.

“Yeah? Well, then you can come, baby. C’mon, show us how good we make you feel. How much you like Armand’s fingers in your pussy, my cock filling you up,” Louis takes one of her hands and rests it on Lestat’s lower tummy. “Can you feel me here, Les? I can. Taking me so well, baby. Yeah, you’re so good, my good girl, crying so pretty, taking dick so nice.”

She hears it before she senses it, Lestat’s guttural moan coming before her body starts spasming, shaking violently under them. Lestat’s wildly moving her hips, like she doesn’t know if she wants to pull away from their assault or get them closer. It doesn’t really matter though, they're so close together she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to.

Louis pulls out once Lestat drops her legs flat onto the bed, unable to hold them up any longer, and starts taking off her strap while Armand keeps milking Lestat’s orgasm, lazily stroking her clit until Lestat pushes her hand away with a whine.

There’s a minute where they just sit there, catching their breaths, Lestat trying to form a coherent string of thoughts and basking in the afterglow, and Armand taking in the sight of her while she ignores the tingling sensation refusing to leave her own pussy. It doesn’t last long enough, however, because Louis is bending one of Lestat’s legs again and positioning her pussy on top of Lestat’s.

Lestat’s whining instantly. “I can’t, Lou. Too sensitive, sorry.”

Louis doesn’t move. “So what? You get to come, but I don’t? Don’t really think that’s fair. You don’t wanna help me come, baby?”

If Lestat straight up said no, Armand knows Louis would get off and finish herself, that’s not exactly what Lestat says, though.

“But Armand’s right th–,” Lestat starts.

“So? Armand’s been quite bad today, talking over me, going behind my back. Don’t think she deserves it,” Armand has to repress an offended gasp, she’d be mad at Louis’ exaggeration if being ignored like that didn’t turn her on so much. “Now you– you’ve been good, so you got your reward, came all over my cock and now I wanna rub against it, add my own mess. Will you give me that, baby?”

Lestat looks down at Louis’ pussy, bush glistening with her juices, and looks back at Louis’ face. Slowly, Lestat nods her head, peeking furtively at Armand. Louis smiles softly and caresses her cheek, following her gaze when she notices.

“You worried about Armand?” Louis teases. “Don’t be. Armand can make herself come if she wants to, ain’t no one stopping her. Bet she’ll enjoy touching herself while looking at you more than she’d enjoy tribbing now.”

“Us,” Lestat clarifies, scratching at the back of Louis’ head, looking up at her like Louis’ the God she prays to. “Watching us.”

Louis glances at Armand and snorts. “Sure.”

And with that, Louis brings her hips down and starts gyrating her body on top of Lestat’s, rubbing their wetness together. Lestat hisses but doesn’t move, brings a hand to Louis’ boob instead, brown nipple pinched between two blue nails. Louis moans and moves her hips a little faster, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as she brings herself to the edge.

Armand’s still debating if she’s too offended to masturbate when Lestat takes one of her hands. Frowning, Armand looks at her, to which Lestat just smiles and brings Armand’s hand to her lips, gentlemanly kissing her knuckles before getting two fingers in her mouth and sucking at them. When they’re wet enough, Lestat takes them back out and guides them to Armand’s pussy, leaving them there for Armand to fuck herself. It’s impressive really, how Lestat managed to do this for Armand without directly going against Louis’ orders. The gesture has Armand’s heart beating faster and her cunt getting wetter.

Swiftly, Armand gets both fingers in her and starts fucking quick and deep, focusing on that soft spot to take herself to orgasm faster, seeing as Louis’ close herself. The room’s filled with wet sounds, with Louis holding onto Lestat’s knee and rocking their pussies together and Armand’s fingers squelching inside, the only noise accompanying it being their quickening breaths.

Lestat –one hand massaging Louis’ boob and the other caressing Armand’s neck– seems to notice how close they are to coming and decides to help them out.

“So gorgeous, the both of you. Love seeing you pleasure yourselves, like you pleasured me. Because you did,” she’s weirdly solemn about it the way Lestat always is, but her deep voice does it for Armand anyway. “You treated me so good, fed me well and fucked me deep. Love your pussies in my face, your finger– your cock in me. I love you, my pretty girls. My women”

Armand’s biting her own finger and coming by half of her speech, a softer orgasm than the first one but a good one nonetheless. Louis doesn’t take much longer, she comes with a high moan and a grunt of “Lestat,”, her hips riding it out way after she’s stopped shaking.

With a grunt, Louis drops back onto her ass and holds Lestat’s legs open so she can see her work and hums appreciatively. Armand can’t see from her position, lying on her back again, but she can imagine what Louis’ seeing; sticky pubes darkened by all the fluids rubbed against them, lips swollen and red from the friction, hole sensitive and –maybe, hopefully– still gaping. The mental image has Armand mirroring Louis’ smile.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Lestat jokes, but Armand can see the flush spreading from her chest to her face, painting her in a soft pink.

Louis grins when she realizes and lets herself fall beside Lestat, hugging her waist tight and pecking all over her face. Lestat allows it for a couple of seconds before she claps Louis’ head between her hands and kisses her on the lips, slow and soft and constantly interrupted by their smiles and so full of love that Armand has to turn on her side to stop seeing it. She’s not that good of a friend.

It ends, eventually. And when Armand stops hearing the noise of their kissing she feels Lestat cling to her back and blow a raspberry on her shoulder, laughing at Armand’s annoyed noise. She pulls Armand onto her back again so they’re all staring at the ceiling, a white canvas and the silence of the night before them.

Lestat, obviously, breaks it. “Louis, open a window, it stinks of pussy in here.”

“Stinks?” Louis laughs. “Thought it was your favorite food, baby. In fact, think I remember you burying your face in Armand’s cunt and sniffing.”

Armand chuckles at that, looking over to see Louis smiling understandingly at her.

“Well, completely different circumstance, Louis. No one likes this sex stench, right Armand?” Lestat says condescendingly.

“I don’t mind actually,” she does, will get up herself to open the window soon if Louis doesn’t, but Lestat’s had it too good tonight, and she’s so easy to anger, Armand thinks it could be fun to watch her get progressively annoyed.

Lestat sits up bewildered at their comments. Armand smiles back at Louis behind Lestat, and Louis winks at her.

Maybe they’ll be fine.