#maybe should have added that in both the god king has threesomes

[i-m-b-l-u-e]

[jovialyouthmusic]

Two’s Company - Changes

As promised, the polyamorous threesome are back. To sum up, Lucy Valois-Rys has two husbands - King Liam Rys and Duke Drake Walker. Following a car accident, King Brad has no memory of meeting or marrying Lucy. Fragments are starting to return and both Lucy and Drake are working to help the King to remember. Masterlist in my bio.

Word Count 3633

A/N Warning - really not suitable for under 18s, and if polyamory or MlM isn’t to your taste, read no further. Otherwise - enjoy xx If you follow the timeline from the previous chapter, you’ll notice Lucy is pretty ‘active’, but hey, its my AU so luckily she’s not sore 😂 

PS Can we call them ‘Braluke’?

6 Date Night

After getting reacquainted, Lucy and Brad checked dinner arrangements and went down to the drawing room where a table was set for three. Drake waited in his usual denim shirt and grinned ruefully at Brad’s dinner jacket and Lucy’s cocktail dress.

‘Well don’t I just feel like a wallflower’ he said ‘You might have let me know we were being formal.’ Brad slapped him on the back

‘I’d feel odd if you wore anything else my friend’ he admitted ‘but we have a few minutes before the first course – you can go and change if you like’ Drake grinned.

‘Well I feel out of place and I’d like to match you, your Majesty’ he made a mock bow and left the room, to reappear a few minutes later in dinner jacket and bow tie with dress trousers. ‘I hope his Majesty remembers proper cutlery etiquette’ he joked as the first course of mozzarella with cherry tomatoes and basil was served.

‘Well I wouldn’t want to spoil the jacket’ said Brad, selecting the outermost set of fork and knife. He speared a slice of mozzarella and fed it to Lucy.

‘I take it you two have consummated your marriage again’ said Drake, again with mock formality, and Brad snorted.

‘I know we’re dressed formally, but let’s talk plainly’ he said ‘Yes Drake, we took advantage of you leaving us to ourselves, and we made love.’

‘Has it triggered any memories?’ Drake asked

‘Only some very intimate ones’ Brad admitted ‘That seems to pose no problem at all, it’s things like where we met or any dates or other occasions that escape me’

‘Things got very complicated’ Drake said ‘It may get very confusing for you – remember where we are right now. Don’t be afraid to ask either of us if you’ve got any questions’ Brad nodded and they continued eating. The theme was Italian cuisine and next came spaghetti putanesca. Brad frowned as he looked at the plate in front of him, and Lucy regarded him expectantly.

‘I remember eating this with you before, Lucy – is that significant?’ She smiled broadly and reached across to put her hand on his and squeeze it.

‘Yes, once at Beaumont Manor you arranged for Max to serve us up a simple pasta meal as if it was all a real first date’ Brad broke into a smile.

‘We asked each other questions’ he said ‘You prefer cats to dogs, and…’ he paused his smile grew warmer ‘You want a family’ Tears started to Lucy’s eyes again and she had to stop and mop at them with her napkin. They carried on eating, none of them drinking – Lucy because of the baby, Drake because he was still off alcohol, and Brad out of consideration for the other two. Dessert was tiramisu, a favourite of Lucy’s. Only one bowl was served with three spoons, and they took it in turns feeding each other, making their best efforts not to spill anything on their good clothes.

Lucy decided they should do something ordinary, something relaxing, so she proposed they have a movie night. They each chose a film and wrote the name on a piece of paper, then Lucy picked one. Before they started, the each went to their rooms to change into pyjamas, then Lucy picked. She came up with Drake’s choice of Blade Runner, and they settled down in the lounge, streaming it on their smart TV. Drake settled into the couch and Lucy nestled into him. Brad sat close to her and she stretched her legs out onto his lap. He smiled and massaged her feet, lifting them and kissing her toes. She giggled and drew them back, complaining that it tickled, then put them back in his lap when he promised to behave, smiling shyly.

Half an hour later, Drake’s arm was going to sleep but he daren’t move as Lucy was fast asleep. Brad carefully moved closer, gazing at her adoringly. He looked at Drake.

‘Are you sure you’re not telling me a story?’ he said ‘I can’t quite believe all this – that I’m married to such a gorgeous creature – that she’s generous enough to share herself with my best friend – that I’m going to be a father?’ he shook his head ‘It seems too good to be true’

‘I can call Bastien in to confirm’ he said ‘Though he’s probably looking after Sophia right now, she’s not got long to go before she has the babies’

‘Babies?’ he said, puzzled

‘Yeah, Bas has managed to sire twins, one of each’ he grinned ‘Don’t expect him back to work for a while after the birth – or births’

‘That is incredible’ he said ‘I wonder…’ his gaze wondered over to their sleeping wife. Drake shrugged, managing to free his arm a little.

‘Who knows. We’ll find out soon enough.’

‘I’m sorry you have to wait, Drake’ he said ‘she’s so generous’ his eyes watered a little and Drake reached out over Lucy to put his hand on Brad’s arm.

‘She’s amazing. I’m almost envious that you’re getting to find out all over again.’ Brad smiled, his hand covering Drake’s.

‘With the added bonus of – whatever we have together’ he said softly, and Drake felt himself drawn toward him. Brad moved closer too, and their lips met over Lucy’s sleeping body. This kiss was sweet and tender, not urgent and brutal like the last one, as if Lucy’s presence softened their passion. Lucy stirred and muttered

‘I knew you boys would get to like it’ Drake drew away from Brad, grinning

‘Shh, go back to sleep Lucy, we’re busy’ He freed his arm and pressed his lips to Brad’s again, but his other hand lingered on Lucy’s shoulder, drawing her close, head on his shoulder. ‘Well okay, you can join in’ he said softly ‘As you’re awake’

Again he drew away from Brad and lazily kissed Lucy full on the lips. Brad waited patiently for them to part and took Drake’s place, tasting him on her lips. They quickly became a languid mess of tangled limbs and searching mouths and sighs. The film continued unwatched, the flickering light from the screen illuminating the three lovers. Lucy’s fingers deftly started to unfasten buttons, and the other two followed suit. Limbs rose and fell as clothes were discarded until they were all naked on the couch, exploring with hands and mouths. No inch of flesh, whether soft and pillowy or firm and flat, no patch of hair, whether soft and downy or thick and coarse, was off limits – now that Drake had admitted his desire for Brad, he freely let his fingers wander wherever they fell or slid or stroked.

Brad allowed himself to be drawn into the embrace of his two lovers and found himself sitting with Lucy astride him, arms draped lazily around his neck She reached down to gently encircle his member with her soft fingers while Drake manoeuvred himself behind her, sliding his own member between her thighs, and without entering her, slid himself back and forth through her slick folds. Brad watched as her lust blown eyes rolled up and she arched her neck, exposing her throat to him. He leaned forward and nipped and sucked at her soft flesh, his hands wandering to cup her full breasts. Drake placed his hands on her hips, palms flat and fingers spread, grasping her as he continued to tease her. She groaned in ecstasy at the onslaught of the two men. Drake whispered in her ear so Brad could hear too.

‘Lucy, I can’t get enough of you’ he murmured ‘I want to feel you come. I want to remember how you feel. I want Brad to watch you and remember how you look when you come. When I’m with Brad we think of you. You’re always in my thoughts. I love you, Lucy.’ Lucy was writhing and moaning as he spoke.

‘Please Drake’ she gasped ‘I want you inside me. Brad, touch me, watch me’ Drake slowly pushed into her and Brad slid his fingers between her lips to find the hard little button of her clitoris, softly circling and pressing, feeling her shudder and shake. Her hand fell away from his shaft and her nipples grew hard. She closed her eyes in bliss as Drake started to stroke into her, slowly at first, and the two men focussed on her pleasure until she was vibrating and trembling on the edge of completion. She panted wordlessly, her lips forming first Drake’s name, then Brad’s until she started to chant

‘Drake, Brad – yes, yes, Drake – Drake – Brad – oh god, yes’ and at last she crested the wave of her orgasm, Drake grunting as he delivered his last few strokes, hard and fast as she came. She gave out a wordless scream at the last until they all slowed to a standstill. Drake withdrew shakily, falling to his knees, and Lucy slid from Brad’s lap to lie beside him on the couch. Brad turned to her to stroke her cheek and kiss her softly. She reached out to touch him, a sleepy smile on her face.

‘Thankyou’ she whispered ‘I can’t believe how lucky I am to have both of you’ He smiled back

‘I hope I can remember more soon’ he said ‘Though maybe doing this more often will help get my memory back’ She laughed

‘You boys – I can hardly keep up with you. I’m glad you’re together as well’ Drake pulled himself off the floor and cuddled up to Lucy on the other side. He nuzzled into her neck.

‘I have an idea’ he growled throatily ‘How about Brad and I do something together, and you watch?’ Lucy’s eyes widened, and he took a lock of her hair, twisting it around his finger ‘Or you could help me’ She bit her lip

‘What do you have in mind?’ she asked in awe

‘Well’ he said, propping himself on his elbow and looking across at Brad ‘I think I’d like to fuck Brad properly, and you can either help him along his way with a hand job – or you can do more if you want’ Brad sucked his breath in

‘Hey, how about asking me?’ he said mockingly, and Drake reached across to punch his shoulder.

‘You know you want me to’ he teased ‘You know you want me balls deep’ Brad threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling as Lucy reached across to take his length in her hand again, stroking him back to hardness.

‘I’d love to watch’ she said, and scooted closer to murmur in his ear ‘I want to see my husbands make love. I want to watch my lover fuck my King’ Brad cleared his throat.

‘Well okay’ he said in mock reluctance, though in reality he was a little nervous as well as aroused. ‘But I think we should probably go to your bedroom. I know no-one’s going to walk in on us here, but this couch is probably not the best place.’

‘You do realise that means we’ll have to get dressed?’ Drake pointed out. Lucy giggled

‘We could streak’ she suggested, but Brad shook his head

‘Not with this’ he pointed to his groin ‘The staff might not appreciate it the way you do, Lucy’ The three of them gathered their clothes together and went for minimalism – Brad put his boxer shorts and shirt on and held the rest of his clothes strategically and Drake opted just for underwear. Lucy only had to slip her dress on to look respectable, and took the lead. She opened the door and peeped out into the hall, waving the two men on as she saw nobody was about.

They sprinted up the stairs to Lucy’s bedroom without incident and stripped yet again. Lucy sprang onto the bed and propped herself up with pillows, waving regally at the two men. She bit her lip and sighed in admiration at the sight of them, Brad broad and stocky and Drake just a little slimmer around the hips. Both were toned and their hair colours contrasted – Drake’s dark hair almost hid the contours of his muscular body while Brad’s golden hair almost made him shimmer.

‘Your Queen desires you to perform’ she announced, and Drake bowed deeply

‘Of course Ma’am’ he replied gravely. Drake stood facing Brad and reached out for him, hand to the back of his neck to kiss him. Their mouths met and Brad reached out to steady himself, hand on Drake’s hip. His length rapidly hardened as their lips and tongues danced and explored, and he felt Drake’s arousal on his belly. Lucy turned to the bedside table to get out a bottle of lube, holding it between her thighs to warm it a little. She squirmed at the feel of its hardness and took her gaze back to the two men. They were engrossed, soft sounds and moans punctuating their kiss as Drake steered them closer to the bed. He backed Brad up to the edge and they sat side by side, continuing the kiss.

After a while Drake gently pushed Brad onto his back, and he wriggled his way further up the bed so he was closer to Lucy, who gave him a pillow to rest his head on. Drake followed him up, hovering over him, gently nipping at his neck, reaching between his thighs so that he let them drop open. He stroked his length, wrapping his fingers around it, thumb pressed to the tip as a dribble of precum escaped it. Lucy pressed the tube of lube into his hand and he squeezed some out to coat Brad’s genitals, fingers moving down, over his testicles and toward his puckered hole. Brad moaned as he lubricated and slipped his finger inside him, circling and starting to slowly move in and out. He reached down to stroke himself and Lucy’s breath caught as she watched the two men. Drake’s cock hung heavy and he coated it with lube as he inserted another finger inside Brad, gently stretching him. He manoeuvred himself between his friend’s thighs, kissing his way along his jaw back to his lips.

Lucy watched their open mouthed kiss, tongues writhing, listening to the wet noises and breathy sighs.

‘Are you ready?’ asked Drake, and Brad’s eyes opened briefly.

‘Fuck me, Drake’ he murmured ‘I want you inside me.’ He turned to Lucy ‘I love you, Lucy’. She smiled as Drake reached under the pillow for a condom and rolled it onto his length, liberally coating it with lube.

‘I love you too, Brad’ she whispered ‘I love that you think of me when you’re with Drake’ Drake started to press his tip to Brad’s hole. Brad took hold of Lucy’s hand and squeezed it – squeezing harder as Drake pushed in until the head had slipped in. He withdrew and pressed in again, slowly working in, Brad squeezing and relaxing his hand until he felt Drake’s whole length inside him, his pubic bone pressing against him. He sighed and let go of her, and she reached across to take his length in her hand, thumb on the tip as Drake had done. She squeezed softly as Drake drew out slowly, and just as slowly pressed in again to fill Brad’s passage. Brad groaned in ecstasy and rolled his hips against his two lovers, eyelids fluttering. Drake took it slow and steady, and Lucy leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, still gently squeezing Brad’s manhood. Drake responded hungrily, moaning into the kiss, one hand on Brad’s hip and the other going to the back of her neck.

Lucy couldn’t resist letting her free hand wander to her clitoris, fuelled by the other two men’s moans and grunts. All three of them were totally transported as they moved together, bodies sheened in sweat, the noises of passion growing as Drake quickened his thrusts. Brad’s hand went to guide Lucy’s, pumping his shaft as Drake drove deep. Lucy could no longer concentrate on kissing Drake as her fingers stroked and circled her nub, waiting for the trembling and shuddering that would signal their respective climaxes. Open mouthed, Drake panted and gripped Brad’s hips, and Lucy keened with the effort of teetering on the edge of orgasm.

‘Here it comes – are you ready?’ Drake’s voice was hoarse as he shuddered and plunged deep into Brad’s passage. The reply came in short pants and gasps.

‘Yes – oh fuck, yes’ and finally all three of them shuddered and shook as they reached their climaxes together. Drake’s rhythm grew erratic, slowed and ceased, and Lucy felt her walls tighten and pulse. Brad’s back arched as his seed shot out over his belly and up to his chest, and he loosened his grip, letting go of Lucy’s hand, which she gently uncurled before letting herself fall to the mattress beside him. Drake groaned as he came to a stop, carefully withdrawing and taking a few shaky breaths before devoting himself to fetching cloths to clean everyone up, disposing of the condom in the process. Brad lay with his lovers either side of him, Lucy facing him with her arm thrown across his chest, Drake lying on his back with his arm behind his head, hip pressed to Brads at an attempt of intimacy.

Drake rolled over after a while to look over Brad at Lucy, whose eyes were closed, breath steady, indicating that she had fallen asleep. Brad looked at her fondly. It was late, and the evening had been very interesting.

‘I still can’t believe all this is true’ he whispered. Carefully he took her arm from his chest and folded it so her hand was next to her flushed cheek. He waited to see if she would stir, but beyond curling tighter into the foetal position with a contented sigh, she didn’t wake. Carefully he sat up and got out of bed, to put on his dressing gown and pace the room, running his fingers through his hair. Drake sat up to watch him.

‘Are you okay, Brad?’ he asked  quietly. He didn’t really want to hear the answer. He didn’t want to delve into the depths of his friend’s emotions, as he was having some problems of his own. He’d never considered himself anything but heterosexual, but he couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed what they had just done together. Brad stopped pacing and turned to face him.

‘We need to talk about this somewhere else’ he said in a low tone. Drake nodded curtly, and rose carefully, retrieving his pyjama bottoms and dressing gown, and the two of them left the room quietly.

‘Where to?’ he asked. ‘It’s late and the staff will have retired’

‘Are you hungry? Can we raid the kitchen?’ Brad asked. Drake shrugged

‘There’s no one to stop us’ he grinned ‘Not like at the palace.’ Brad chuckled as they descended the grand staircase.

‘Ha – do you remember when cook caught us taking savouries meant for one of the diplomatic banquets, once and told father? We were put on short rations for a week.’ Drake snorted.

‘You might have been, but cook forgot to tell Bas. How he didn’t find out I don’t know’

‘Not fair!’ Brad protested, but as they reached the kitchens, a frown creased his forehead. ‘See, there must be some stuff like that with Lucy that I’ve forgotten.’ He said with a heavy sigh ‘It’s those little things that bind you together’ Drake put his hand on his arm.

‘I told you, you’ll make new ones’ He went to the fridge and took out slabs of cheese and cold meat, put them on the kitchen table and went to get some bread. He obviously knew his way around the cupboards, and Brad opened one after another as Drake started putting sandwiches together. He found a jar of tomato chutney and some pickles and put them on the table. He watched as Drake expertly layered his favourite fillings – gruyere cheese, cold ham and cheddar.

‘See, you know what I like’ he said ‘Apart from when we’re in bed, I couldn’t tell you what Lucy likes. I couldn’t rustle up a quick meal for her’

‘All you have to do is ask her, and you always were a quick study.’ he said ‘Besides, you’re a creature of habit. Lucy changes her mind all the time, and she’s bound to have some weird cravings pretty soon’ He handed Brad a plate piled high. ‘You can put your own pickles on it, that stuff turns my stomach’ The two men sat at the worktop on high stools. Drake crammed his creation into his mouth and ate greedily while Brad spread some chutney on the top layer of cheese before replacing the bread, taking a knife and cutting it up. Drake shook his head.

‘Man, who cuts their sandwiches up?’ he said through a mouthful of cheese and ham. ‘Only you, Brad. Where the heck did you learn that?’ Brad looked at the piece he’d just cut.

‘Not everyone eats like a barbarian’ he scoffed ‘You’d think becoming a Duke would teach you some table manners’ He popped the morsel into his mouth and chewed slowly, and the men were silent for a while, steadily munching away. Drake finished first and started clearing up.

‘Look, just give yourself some time’ he said ‘It’s not been long since you came back from hospital. The doc said it could be weeks, even months. It’s an unknown quantity’ Brad sighed.

‘You’re right of course’ he said ‘I’ll just have to carry on as best I can.’ Drake slapped him on the back.

‘Good man. Now let’s get to bed and get some rest. Maybe Lucy will be ready for some more fun tomorrow.’

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[quentinxdelancret]

Discord Thread || Quentin, & Roman, & Aaron.

Discord thread featuring: Quentin and Roman and , Aaron, 

When: December 5th 2020

Description: Quentin, Aaron, and Roman agree to meet up and have a threesome.

Trigger Warnings: SMUT!! Hot af SMUT!!

ROMAN Roman truthfully hadn’t been part of a threesome in a very long time, so to say he was nervous was a slight understatement. He was excited, but yeah. Nervous. “Okay.” The barista took a deep breath as he checked himself out one last time in the mirror. He’d run upstairs after work to shower, and change, deciding ultimately on a mint green off the shoulder sweater with his favorite pair of caramel colored flares. He applied a light layer of strawberry flavored lip balm, and ran some product through his hair to compliment his curls. It was a simple but effective look, all completed by stepping into his suede Chelsea boots, and then he was off to meet Quentin at Aaron’s flat.

AARON Since Quentin had texted Aaron that both him and Roman were coming over tonight, the excitement of having a threesome with two of the hottest men Aaron had ever seen was damn near impossible to contain. He had honestly gotten a bit of a semi just thinking of the possibilities. He’d assumed Roman would be dressed to the nines again, but that didn’t stop him from looking casual. He’d spent most of the day with Des at the zoo before dropping her off at Ali’s for the night, so he was still in a pair of jeans (Aaron Hart? In Jeans? A rare occurrence) and a button down which was neatly tucked in and secured with a designer belt. He had already popped open a bottle of one of Quentin’s favorite wines for the occasion. He poured himself and Q a glass and corked the bottle to save the rest for Roman when he arrived. “And she said the elephants were her favorite, but last time we went the giraffes were her favorite. So quick frankly, I have no clue what her favorite zoo animal is.” He handed the glass of wine over the other male. He was talking Quentin’s ear off about his day. What? He asked.

QUENTIN  It wasn’t unusual for Quentin to make himself comfortable as soon as he walked through Aaron’s door. Kicking off his combat boots and sitting cross legged across from Aaron on the couch. He was dressed rather comfortably compared to how he would usually show up. A pair of sweat and a hoodie, with absolutely nothing underneath. It wasn’t like he didn’t know why he was coming here tonight. He took the glass of wine from the older male and offered him a genuine smile. “Hmm, maybe her favorite is actually the monkies... or No! The tigers” he beamed. He tended to get a bit over excited when he was nervous, but he liked to think he was funny anyway. Especially since he had to reason to be nervous. He had been with both Aaron and Roman numerous times, but together? This was gonna be a whole different ball game. He tried not to fidget too much none the less. Sipping on the wine and pressing his lips together with a deep breath in. “Maybe next time I come over I’ll bring her a stuffed elephant. You think she’d like that?” he asked. Picking up his phone to check if Roman had texted to see if he was on his way.(edited)

ROMAN Once Roman was buzzed up to the front door of Aaron’s pent, the actor took in a deep breath, and then knocked on the door before proceeding to open it. He knew they two men had left it unlocked, and the second Aaron and Q were in his line of vision, it was time to turn off the anxious energy, and do what he did best. Act! “The fun has arriveddddd!!!” Roman sang out, proceeding to exercise the use of jazz hands, thus hiding any amount of insecurity that pooling under the surface. After all, the most unattractive quality in the world was being shy in the bedroom, and heaven forbid Roman show any ounce of weakness in that area. Sex was something he knew on a deep level, much deeper than anyone probably should. “Look at you two.” He sighed, and shook his head as he turned to close the door behind him. “A vision. Truly. Where’s the alcohol?”

AARON After Aaron buzzed the Brit up, the businessman’s lips curled up into a bright smile as he sat down next to his sugar baby on the couch, resting his hand on the other’s knee. It was cute he excited he was getting. He could sense a bit of nervousness on the other’s behalf, but they were all probably a bit nervous. Thank god they had plenty of wine. “You’d really wanna get her som-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence before Roman was barreling into the pent with the excitement of a racehorse. Of course Aaron laughed — Roman was ridiculous, but in a really quirky and funny way. “It’s about time.” He joked, quickly moving to pour Roman a glass of wine. “Cmon on in.” He smirked, holding out the glass of dark red liquid.

QUENTIN Quentin was smiling from ear to ear as Aaron sat beside him. His attention quickly shifting to the front door once Roman entered though. Okay, this was it. It was really happening, and his heart was starting to race. “Hey, Romie” he beamed, despite the nervousness trying to take control. “Come sit with us” he beckoned, scooting over and patting the space between him and Aaron before downing his entire glass of wine. “How was work?” Really? How was work? God, could he be any more awkward right now? He leaned back against the arm of the couch and fidgeted with the string on his sweats. “Was it busy?” He added. Deciding to just go with it. At least it was conversation.

ROMAN Roman of course grabbed the wine that was offered, accepting the generosity with a slight bow, as if Aaron was the king giving a gift of something significant. Once the glass was in hand, Ro made his way over to the couch, taking his place between the two men with what seemed like a confident ease. He wasn’t expecting to be asked about work, instead maybe making a comment about how juicy his ass looked in this pants. But ya know, he’d talk about work if he had to. “It was fine. Long. I didn’t get out near as early  as I wanted to, which is why I’m king of late. What about you all? How was your day?” He directed at Aaron first.

AARON Aaron was now more certain that Q was feeling a little nervous. As Roman spoke, he got up quickly to grab another bottle of the same wine. He sat back down beside Ro and uncorked the other bottle to pour more in everyone’s glasses. “I still think it’s damn cruel you have to work on saturdays.” He took an inappropriately large chug of wine before responding to the actor’s question. “I hung out with a very energetic six year old all day. So I’d say it was pretty great.” He smiled slyly, sipping on his wine like it was grape juice.

QUENTIN His eyes followed Aaron as he moved to grab another bottle of wine. Giving him a grateful nod as he refilled his glass and he immediately brought it to his lips to sip on. Quentin was no stranger to having threesomes,  but there was something about this particular threesome that had him feeling all sorts of shy. “Yeah, working Saturdays definitely sucks” he agreed. Speaking through the glass because he couldn’t find it in himself to pull it away from his face at the moment. His eyes shifting down to the dark red liquid before downing it all in one shot. “I need to go pee... uh, use the bathroom” he corrected. Not wanting to seem like some slum rat in front of Aaron. “I’ll be right back. You two don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” he teased with a wink. He quickly made his way to the bathroom and for anyone who really knew him, they knew exactly what he was doing. His anxiety only hoping Aaron was still clueless when he reappeared back into the living room feeling a little more loose. December 6, 2020

ROMAN Roman looked a little confused when Quentin just up and left for the bathroom, eyes following his coworker until he disappeared. Okay, so, that definitely wasn’t helping with his nerves. He suddenly took a deep breath, and then blew it out slowly, trying to still seem like this wasn’t a big deal as he was left in the room alone with Aaron. “So. You went to the zoo today?” He brought the wine glass up to his lips, drinking on it a little faster than he normally would once it hit him that he knew exactly what Q was doing in the bathroom. God, he really wanted in on that too. He wondered what he was taking. “That sounds way better than making coffee.” The actor moved over to the couch to make himself comfortable, crossing one leg over the other as he sat down.

AARON Quentin thought he was slick, but Aaron had known something was up for quite some time. His face faltered slightly. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, but he knew that he was up to no good. The businessman wasn’t exactly sure how to bring up his concerns to the younger. Was that even his place? Aaron snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Roman speak to him. Putting his hand on the barista’s knee, he gave him a comforting smile and a nod. “I did. I will say it probably was better than making coffee. I’m not even gonna lie.” He smirked, following suit and chugging more wine. Someone needed to get this show on the road, but Aaron needed just a little more to drink before doing that. Hence the chugging. Aaron’s blue eyes darted over to Quentin when he re emerged from the bathroom. “Welcome back.”

QUENTIN When Quentin came back to see Aaron’s hand on Roman’s knee he smiled devilishly. He expected nothing less from the business man. He always knew how to make anyone feel welcome and comfortable, and honestly, Q was always so grateful for that. Thankfully it never really took long for the molly he had taken to kick in, and he was feeling a whole lot braver than he had started off. “Hey...I said don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” he teased. Walking over to the pair and pushing Roman back against the couch as he straddled over his lap. His hand reaching over to Aaron as his fingers teased at the buttons on his shirt. “So... we doing this here? Or should we move to the bedroom?” he asked. Quirking just brow up just slightly before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

ROMAN Roman finished the rest of his wine while Aaron talked, feeling that slight buzz kick in thanks to the fact he’d barely eaten today. That wasn’t something he was proud of, but definitely a habit he possessed. When Quentin came back in, the barista smiled wide, accepting him onto his lap after sitting then empty wine glass down on the table beside him. His hands then moved to the other male’s hips as he turned to look at Aaron with a raised brow. “I think that’ll be up to daddy...” he cooed, both dimples deep in his cheeks as he watched the businessman for a reaction.

AARON DAMN. Aaron was daddy to both of these incredible men and he honestly felt like the luckiest man in the whole damn world right now. Aaron grabbed Quentin’s hand and kissed his palm before smirking at the both of them. “Upstairs.” He commanded, springing up from the couch while he was still holding onto Quentin’s hand to tug him along just assuming the Q would grab Ro and drag him along with them.  He set his empty wine glass down on the way as he lead them up to the master bedroom, immediately closing the door when they were all inside. Not like anyone else was home but it was just a force of habit. He turned to face the two men to pull Q in by the back of his neck to kiss him quickly yet deeply. He turned to Roman and pulled him in by the waste to place a similar kiss on his lips.

QUENTIN Aaron definitely was daddy af, and Q often found himself simping to this mans every need. But now Roman was here too, and with Roman he was a total Dom. This was about to get real interesting, and the more he thought about it, the more of a semi he started to get. He let Aaron pull him along easily as his fist grabbed hold of Roman’s shirt and he pulled him along with them. His fingers lacing through his coworkers as they made their way into Aaron’s master bedroom. He wasn’t expect Aaron to just take charge like he did, kissing them both like that. But he shouldn’t have expected anything less. Again, Aaron was really good as making everyone feel comfortable. As he watched Aaron kiss Roman, Q could feel his heartbeat speed up again. His hand dropping Romans and moving to unbutton Aaron’s shirt. “God, you two look so sexy kissing” he admitted out loud. Taking a step back to let them continue on a bit longer. He moved around to the back of Aaron and started to kiss the back of his neck as he pulled his shirt off his shoulders. His lips trailing down his back and then back up again before biting softly at his earlobe. “I’m gonna get more comfortable” he whispered. Walking backwards toward the bed and removing his hoodie before climbing onto the mattress on his knees and motioning with his finger for the pair of extremely gorgeous men to come closer.

ROMAN Roman was more than willing to make whatever move he needed to make as soon as they were in the bedroom, but Aaron seemed to already have that covered. His eyes slipped close at the taste of the smaller’s lips, his own tongue licking into Aaron’s mouth while Quentin undressed their mutual lover. Once their little snog session was over, Roman looked over to Q on the bed, shirtless, and looking like a Greek god. Ro took the opportunity to take off his own top, not wanting to be fully clothed when no one else was. Hell, he even moved to take off his trousers as well, kicking them off and to the side before giving Aaron a fleeting glance. He smirked, as if he was trying to communicate something non verbally, and then was jumping on the bed to climb on top of Quentin. He thought maybe Aaron might enjoy the show, both of the baristas’ mouths now crashing together unlike they really had before.

AARON The businessman cooperated with the younger male when he started taking his shirt off, welcoming the lack of clothes on his body. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up when Q played with his earlobe and whispered to him. Aaron’s blues flickered from Q back to Ro, lips parting slightly as he raised his brow. Roman seemed to tell him that he was about to do something naughty. It got him excited, and that excitement, of course, went straight to his dick. He eyed Roman suspiciously as he moved towards the bed to crawl on top of Quentin. The millionaire smirked because he could feel himself getting hard by just watching them make out like that. “Roman, get him undressed.” He commanded, looking lustfully at the both of them. Finally Aaron moved to join them, getting completely undressed before he hopped onto bed with them.

QUENTIN Quentin’s lips curled up into the most alluring and mischievous grin as he watched Roman undress and make his way over to him. Their lips crashing together like magnets as he laid back willingly to let his friend crawl over him. His legs spreading wide open for him so that Roman could make himself comfortable between them. He could feel Aaron’s eyes on them, watching them, and it only made the heat between them burn even hotter. Their tongues lustfully battling together for dominance as Quentin heard Aaron’s command, and he lifted his hips eagerly to help Roman get him undressed. His hand reaching out for Aaron to pull him closer as the other gripped tightly at the back of Romans hair.

ROMAN if there was one thing that really got Roman off in the bedroom, it was being told what to do. Aaron’s command was like music to his ears as he enthusiastically began helping Quentin get his clothes off, and thrown into the floor. Damn, he was such a beautiful man. A model even. He kind of made Roman feel less than thrilled about his own body, but he would never voice that feeling out loud. After he finished getting the other male naked, he proceeded to kick off his own underwear, leaving them both completely nude, and looking over at Aaron. “What would you like us to do next, daddy?” Roman asked in a low voice, hand reaching out to rub along the businessman’s leg.

AARON Aaron: Aaron was being given complete control in this situation. This was his perfect scenario. Seriously. Was he dreaming? His mind swirled with all the things he could tell them to do, he even felt a little light headed. “Quentin, I want you to fuck Roman’s mouth.” He told them, trying not to sound too eager. Even though he was. Aaron sat next to the baristas on the king sized bed. He then fisted Roman’s curls in one hand while slowly stroking himself as he watched.

QUENTIN There was always a small part of Quentin that felt a bit vulnerable while laying naked in front of anyone. But Aaron and Roman both had a way of making him feel comfortable. Not to mention, the drugs he had taken were making him feel all kinds of feisty. His lips curling up into another grin as he scooted up just slightly on the bed. His heart pounding even harder now because getting head was one of his few weaknesses. Especially getting head from Roman. Why did he have to tell his friend his soft spot before? God, hopefully he didn’t use it against him. Because Q was already getting hard just at the tone of Aaron’s voice instructing them what to do. His hands clenching at the sheet beneath him as he looked down to watch Roman take his length.  He didn’t make a sound as his lips parted with pleasure and he tilted his head back against the bed frame. Goddamn, that felt so good, and with Aaron watching, his cock was practically throbbing.

ROMAN Everyone who knew Roman, knew that he kind of had a thing for giving head. Okay, maybe not his family, but you get where I’m going with this. Starting off the evening with a good blowie though was always a winner in Roman’s book. Ro began slow, wrapping a hand around Quentin’s cock before sinking his mouth all the way down, and slowly pulling almost completely off. With his finger, he gently traced over the underside of Q's erection while he licked the tip before diving back down, setting a faster rhythm. He cupped his friend’s balls in hand, giving them an occasional squeeze. He then used his other hand to reach, and wander up Aaron’s body until he was playing with his nipples. Everyone needed some attention in this scenario.

AARON Aaron: This was something that Aaron never knew he needed. And he was certain that this scenario was going to replay over and over in his head for a long time. He already knew this was something that he was going to want to do again. Roman was clearly a pro at giving head. Even Aaron was taking notes. And Aaron had been around. To say the least. God, it looks like it felt so fucking good and the look on Quentin’s face only proved that theory. He was so fucking hot. Especially like this. Heavy breaths left his lips as Roman’s fingers played with his nipples and his thumb swiped through his own pre cum. Finally, Aaron forcefully tugged at Ro’s hair to pop his lips off of the musician’s hard. “It’s your turn.” His pupils dilated as he looked at the Brit then over to Quentin with a devilish smirk. He positioned himself just right to wrap his lips around Roman’s huge cock. He took him into the back of his throat then immediately sliding his tongue up his member and around his tip, repeating the motions at a faster and faster pace.

QUENTIN Of course Roman was going to use this situation to his full advantage. He would never expect anything less honestly. His entire body practically jerking as his friends finger traced the underside of his cock. Practically thrusting his cock completely down his throat as Roman came back down on him. “Ughh... fuck” he whined a bit pathetically as Aaron pulled Roman off of him. His eyes shifting to watch his lover reposition himself to go down on his friend. He felt a little dazed for a moment, as the sight of Aaron sucking off Roman made his cock twitch. God, that was so hot! His hand inevitably moving  to stroke his own length as he found himself becoming even more turned on, as if that were even possible. He repositioned himself on the bed and placed his free hand on the back of Aaron’s head. Making a tight fist in his hair as he pulled his head back just slightly. Letting his tongue extending from his mouth to lick fervently at his lovers lips around Roman’s cock. ”Mmm...” he hummed softly at the taste of Aaron’s mouth around his friends cock. His hand now moving from around himself to wrap firmly around Aaron’s girth and stroking him expertly.

ROMAN Roman suddenly couldn’t remember why he rarely did threesomes. This was fucking amazing. The best part? Fighting for dominance. It was like they all wanted a piece of each other all at once, making it difficult to continue on one specific task. Not that Ro minded, now he was getting a blow job, and a fucking fantastic one at that. The actor threw his head back in an erotic moan, his own hands threading into his curls to tug at them for that extra edge he was dying for. When Quentin dropped down to get a taste of both his cock, and Aaron, Roman was fucking done for. What the hell?! That was SO hot. “Oh my god.” He breathed out, toes curling as he bucked his hips up slightly. “Mmmm, who wants to fuck me while I blow their cock?” He suddenly asked, because it was definitely a fantasy he’d had, and whether they switched it up or not, he didn’t really mind, but he knew he had to be in the middle of these two at least once.

AARON Aaron suddenly believed in God. And he must’ve done something really good go have been blessed like this. It was rare that Quentin got dominant in bed with him, but it was so fucking hot when he did. A sound that resembled a dirty whimper  escaped from his mouth. He wasn’t expecting to feel Quentin strong hand at the back of his head and certainly wasn’t expecting him to man handle him like that. “Oh, fuck.” Aaron gripped onto Quentin as he dark eyes watched the two males once again. He leaned down to kiss Quentin’s body before Roman spoke. Thank god Roman suggested that someone fuck him because he was so hard it hurt. “Shit. You know I wanna fuck you.” The bar owner pulled Quentin’s hand off of him and crawled over to his night stand to grab one of the many bottle of lube he kept in there. “Ready when you are.” The smirk on his face was so naughty it was practically painful.

QUENTIN Goddamn, the way Roman reacted to them both licking at his cock, was enough to get anyone off. His hand pulling even more vigorously at Aaron’s length as he became more and more turned on. Hearing Roman’s request though, and feeling Aaron pull his hand away, he wasted no time getting into position. He was so ready for this, his cock practically throbbing with the need to be touched. “Mmm, you want me to fuck your mouth baby?” he asked Roman as he reached out for him. Pulling him closer as his  eyes shifted over to Aaron  as he watched him grab the lube. He lifted his torso just slightly off the mattress as his hands gripped tightly at the back of Romans hair. Crashing their lips together in a heated kiss before moving his lips to his neck and keeping his eyes on Aaron. “You can fuck me if you want to” he whispered lustfully before licking at Roman’s earlobe. One of his hands reaching between them to stroke Roman’s cock as he pulled his head back by his hair to gain better access to his neck. God, this was all just so  fucking hot. Just knowing that Aaron was watching them made him even more turned on than he could have ever imagined.

ROMAN Roman didn't even have time to think about any of the things that had made him insecure before. He was in heaven, having these two sexy men that he honestly loved being with, both fighting to get a piece of him, and each other. It was the most primal thing he'd ever really been a part of, like Lions fighting over a pile of meat. That was a lot more fun in real life than it sounded. "Oh God..." Ro moaned, swallowing hard as he gripped the back of Quentin's head, and dug his nails into his scalp just enough to be painful, yet pleasurable. "Turn around." He then ordered gruffly, ready to swipe the lube from Aaron as soon as he was done with it so he could slick up his own cock. He was so ready to be pounded, and pound Q at the same time, though he knew he'd have to really concentrate not to cum quickly.

AARON Aaron: The millionaire was enjoying this entire show. but everything seemed to kind of stop for a moment when Quentin kissed Roman and looked at him like that. Time slowed, and even his heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. It was like Daddy Aaron turned off for a moment. He only snapped back into reality when Roman commanded Quentin to turn around. He quickly snapped back to Alpha Aaron mode very seamlessly. Aaron lathered fingers up with lube before Roman grabbed the bottle from him. He moved behind the actor and kissed his back and shoulders as he started to open Roman up with his digits. He reached past Roman to grab ahold of Quentin because he wanted to feel both of them.

QUENTIN There was no sexier sound in the world then the way Roman sounded right now. The tone of his voice commanding him to turn over practically making his cock twitch with anticipation as he let out a low growl of his own. “Yes sir” he purred. Licking vigorously at Roman’s lips one last time before doing exactly as he was told. This would actually be the first time he ever let Roman fuck him, and honestly, he was feeling the butterflies in the pit of his stomach start to do little flips. “Mmm..” he moaned softly as he felt Aaron’s hand grip onto him. His hand moving to lace his fingers through the older males as he held onto him tightly. His ass pushing back impatiently against Roman as he felt him start to lube him up.

ROMAN Roman loved sex. This wasn’t something new, just stating a fact that is already general knowledge. So, obviously this was playing into some sort of fantasy that had been buried somewhere deep in his subconscious. Aaron and Quentin were two vastly different people, and yet he somehow couldn’t get enough of them. Did he expect to be in the middle of this hunk sandwich? No, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to take it for granted. “Fuck, you’re both so hot.” He rasped, taking it upon himself to start opening Q up now that he had the lube, making it a point to squeeze around the digits inside of his own heat as he did so. He then lifted a hand to scale through Quentin’s hair before tugging on it hard, forcing his head backwards as he hooked his fingers up towards his coworker’s prostate, and then turned his head to seek out Aaron’s lips.

AARON Aaron: He saw Roman take charge of Q like that, and Aaron had to remind himself where he was for a minute. Seeing and hearing those two put on a show in front of him took him to a whole other world, and he found himself constantly reminding himself that the two men in front of him were real. Aaron's lips trailed his way up the back of Roman's neck before he slid his tongue up the side of his neck to nibble at his ear. He gripped onto Q tightly, needing his touch more than ever. Aaron found the actor's prostate quickly and began massaging it to open him up thoroughly. Swollen lips crashed together as he slowly added lubed up fingers inside of Ro when he felt him begin to open up to him. He moaned into his mouth because his already leaking cock was practically screaming to be touched. "Okay. Fuck." He sighed, as a way of telling Roman that he was about to enter him. With his free hand, he lubed up some more before sliding his member inside the barista.

QUENTIN Quentin could feel his heartbeat start to speed up as Roman hovered over him. The adrenaline finally catching up with him in a moment of weakness as Roman tugged aggressively at his hair. The most erotic moan spilling from his lips as he pushed back against his lovers hand. “Ughhh.. Fuck” he growled with pleasure. His cheeks tightening blissfully around Roman’s long fingers as he started to fondle his prostate. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get through this without completely crumbling. But God he was so fucking hard he could barely stand it. He moved his free hand to grasp the headboard and pushed back on his lovers hand once more. Begging desperately for Roman to enter him as the sounds of Aaron and Roman kissing made him even more impatient.  His fingers squeezing even tighter around Aaron’s hand as another moan fell from his lips. “Please baby... I need to feel you” he whimpered. His head dropping down as he arched his back and waited eagerly for the pressure he so desperately needed.

ROMAN This was so fucking amazing. Quentin was practically begging him, and Aaron was finally giving in as well. It was addicting, this sense of power he felt right now. Yeah, they were all extremely attracted to each other, even if he felt like maybe it was on a different level between the other two men. This was one of the most in control moments Roman had felt in a long time regardless. “Yeah. You both belong to me right now.” He rasped, surprised himself at hearing that out loud. To be honest, he hadn’t even meant to say it, but it was like he was hovering above his own body, watching himself lube up, and push into Quentin with a low growl. He was so tight, and warm, and the sensation of both being inside someone, and getting fucked at the same time was something he couldn’t really describe. Roman let out a low moan, and bit at Aaron’s lips as he started thrusting in tune with the businessman, making sure to nail Q’s prostate every single time.

AARON Hearing such dominant words come out of Roman’s mouth was something he’d never thought he’d ever hear. Admittedly, it was pretty hot. But that was just further proof that Roman was into this. Aaron  lips parted as he let Roman nip at his lower lower lip before he opened his mouth to slid his tongue inside of the actor’s mouth again. The businessman punched out heavy grunts as he pounded in and out of Roman with intent. He felt so good. He felt good every time. Aaron’s hand still held on to Quentin tightly, his free hand snaked up into Roman’s long curls for a forceful tug so he could suck on his beautiful fucking neck. He focused on the sounds of the other two males’ heavy breaths and low grunts. Those were his sugar babies. His men.

QUENTIN God, there was no way in hell Quentin could have ever prepared himself for the feeling of Roman’s cock pushing dee inside of him. His hands tightening firmly around the headboard and Aaron’s hand as he pushed back against each and every thrust Roman pounded into him. To be honest, he felt at a bit of a disadvantage in this position. The sounds of erotic kissing and skin slapping together being the only two things keeping him grounded in such a blissful  moment. He let go of Aaron’s hand and moved it to the headboard beside his other and dropped his head down against his arms. His hips rolling in time with each thrust as he clenched firmly around Roman’s throbbing cock.

ROMAN Roman groaned lowwww in his throat when Aaron started kissing his neck, making him snap even harder into Quentin in response. He then moved a hand to his coworker’s stomach, fingertips grazing his lower and along his happy trail before ultimately wrapping around his cock. He knew at this point his friend would be needing some major relief, so he began tugging in time with their thrusts. The tight walls of his heat squeezed around Aaron’s length as he moaned again, this time a lot longer, feeling like he was on pleasure overload with a cock up his ass, and his own in someone else’s.

AARON the sounds of the other men’s moans sounded like a god damn choir. The was erotic as fuck. Aaron movements became faster and harder. He wanted to pounded into Roman so hard that Quentin could feel it. Letting go of Roman’s hair, he leaned in and reached to press his hands against the headboard, leaning his body into Roman and pushed the three men even closer together. With all of his might, he pounded Roman’s prostate. Loud, Heavy grunts escaped his lips with each movement. “Oh! Fuck!” God he wished they’d decided to film this. Though, Aaron knew this would be replaying in his mind for weeks to come.

QUENTIN He took a  deep breath in when he felt Roman’s hand on his lower abdomen. His entire body tingling with the soft touch of his fingers, and then exploding with pleasure once they reached their destination: Fuck! everything felt so fucking good, it was like he was in a dream. One in which he never wanted to wake up from. “Mmm, Romie” he moaned with a slight whimper. His back arching against his friends cock before thrusting vigorously into his hand. God, he just couldn’t get enough of his and he so desperately wanted more. His wish practically being granted the instant he thought it as Aaron placed his hand beside his on the headboard. He could feel the weight of both men pressing into him and he let out the most erotic growling moan. “Fu...ck, Aaron” he whimpered with overwhelming pleasure. His body barely able to move as Roman kept stroking him and pounding into him even deeper now. “Don’t sto....” he tried to say but, goddamn he was on another level. “Yessss, oh God, yesss” he hissed. His hand moving on top of Aaron’s as he dug his nails into the back of his hand.

ROMAN This was by far the best threesome he’d ever had. Bold statement, but oh, so true. It was almost hard to even function, this felt so fucking good, pleasure pumping through his veins all the way down to his toes, buzzing through his fingertips, and then right back up to his nipples. It felt like every nerve ending was activated as his hand tightened around Quentin’s throbbing cock. His coworker was leaking precum, which honestly he wished he could see, or even taste right now. But, one thing at a time. “I’m gonna cum...” Ro breathed out in warning, because as much as he wanted to hold out forever, there was no damn way all of them were going to be able to take this much longer. “Fuck...” the actor slowed down just for a moment, and turned to look back at Aaron as his movements slowed on Quentin’s cock. “You gonna give me your cum, daddy? Do you want ours?” He asked for permission, knowing Aaron would probably get off still on having control over when he and Q could finish.

AARON he liked that he could get Quentin moaning his name even though the businessman wasn’t the one inside of him. He loved hearing his name coming out of both of their mouths. While he was fucking them separately and, as he now discovered, together. Aaron breath hitched at the feeling of Quentin’s fingernails digging into his hands. “Quentin. Fuck.” He didn’t think as much pain as these two....but he had to admit he did love at least a little pain with his pleasure. Aaron had...options here. He liked that Roman and Q liked giving him control, even in situations when it wasn’t just him and one of the other men. Aaron knew that Roman was going to be the first one to cum considering his...position. Aaron nipped on Roman’s ear as he turned to him. “Fuck...yes..” he hissed. “I want you both to scream for me when you cum.” He demanded.

QUENTIN Jesus, there was quite literally nothing better than this. Roman and Aaron’s moans mixed together as they got closer and closer to cumming was like fucking music to his ears. He was close himself. His body starting to tremble and tingle with the overwhelming pleasure that was being inflicted upon him. He started to thrust aggressively against Roman’s hand which only did wonders for his coworkers cock that was deep in his ass. When Roman slowed his movements, Q could feel his entire body pulsating with the need to release. A deep gritty and erotic moan passing through his lips as he clenched his teeth together. “Fuck.. I’m gonna cum” he warned. One of his hands reaching behind him to grip firmly onto Roman’s hip as he leaned back against him. Pushing his friends cock so deep in to his ass as he rolled his hips against him. His other hand still digging his fingers desperately into the back of Aaron’s grip on the headboard. “Fuck... yes. I feel you, daddy” his thick French accent shaking out of him with pleasure as he tried to hold back from cumming.

ROMAN Thank god both of these men were just as on the edge as Roman was, because the actor couldn’t hold on much longer. Ro gripped at Q’s cock firm enough to give him the pressure he needed, but of course not intense enough to be painful. He wanted to work the cum out of him nice and steady, knowing he was about the paint the headboard. Good thing it was a slick surface, something easily cleaned up, because Ro was not about to stop more. “Cum for me, both of you...” Roman moaned, thrusting, and snapping his hips forward while pulling on the back of Aaron’s hair with his free hand. He wanted that to be slightly painful, but in such a pleasurable way. “Come on!” He challenged, eyes slipping closed as he felt his own orgasm build up, and then explode with a string of moans, deep into Quentin’s ass.

AARON The businessman felt like he couldn't even breathe anymore. This practically felt like a workout. It was most certainly the best workout of his life if it was though. Aaron nuzzled his nose into Roman's neck and opened his mouth on his skin as he grunted in Roman's ear. Thank God Roman was asking them to come. He wasn't sure about the other men, but Aaron knew that he was about to erupt. He hissed when the actor tugged on the back of his hair - it only added to the excitement of all this. Roman didn't need to ask him again, he was all ready spewing hot inside of Roman with the loudest moan he'd heard come out of his throat this evening. "Oh Go- fuck." He cursed under his breath as his fingernails dug into either side of Ro's hips.

QUENTIN All it took was the feeling of Roman’s hot cum shooting deep into his heat to set him off. Pushing him completely over the edge as his thrusts back against the actor became sloppy and aggressive. “Fuuu...” he growled, biting down on his own bottom lip as he felt his hot sticky cum shoot out all over the headboard and into Roman’s hand. His body trembling with his release as he continued to push back against the actor riding out his orgasm. “God! fuck... yessss” he moaned loudly. His head dropping down against his arm again as he struggled to catch his hard breaths. This was quite literally the best threesome he had ever been a part of. His rested his chin on his arm as he turned his head to look back at the other two men. A devious yet satisfied grin playing at his features as he continued to bite his lower lip.

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Ménage à Trois (Drake x MC x Liam) [NSFW Alphabet]

It’s still Thirsty Thursday here, but it might be Frisky Friday for some of you... but here, at least... is the Drake x Jaela x Liam NSFW Alphabet. I’m warning you now: this is pure FILTH and it you don’t have nsfw or long post blocked and don’t wish to see this, please do so. Jaela’s just living the best life in this world, y’all.

Pairing: Drake x Jaela x Liam / Drake x Liam (yep, I went there)

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Language; Pure fucking smut after the cut; most turned into mini-drabbles, but I don’t think you’ll mind.

Word Count: ... 5, 539. This is why it’s taken so damn long. Settle in.

** Adding tagging @boneandfur and @decisso for TRR Appreciation week since the tags are being wonky!

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She’d never tell either of them, but Liam’s definitely the better cuddler and draws a bath for her, even if it’s 2am and they’re just ready to pass out in each others arms. Though, there’s something about Drake and the way he whispers in her ear the moments after he comes that leaves her breathless, craving for more, even if he falls asleep shortly after, Jaela curled against his side after cleaning up.

Though… they can all agree they love the laughter after a ménage à trois, Drake and Liam’s hands resting on her body between them, caressing her, even after the intense lovemaking, both spoiling her, until they fall asleep, all tangled up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Liam and Drake both love their dicks—both because of that face Jaela makes when she comes, and she can say the same for them. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”

“Because,” Liam says, tilting her chin up, smirking and wiping her lips with his thumb while Drake’s nails drag along her back, Jaela shuddering as he pounds into her. “You learned how to share.”

To say that she didn’t have any idea of what would happen the first time they all slept together would be a lie. She knew she’d be treated like a goddess, and that she was. Drake loves her ass, and it all started after one night of too much whiskey and wine, Jaela on Drake’s lap, rough hands squeezing it, trailing soft kisses on his second favorite part of her, her neck. Something about how she throws her head back when she laughs, or when him… or Liam… kiss her there.

Liam wasn’t exactly jealous, watching Drake and Jaela on the chair next to the bonfire, the light bouncing off the Washington woods—and their bodies—perfectly. But… he downed the last of his whiskey. Her tits looks amazing in that shirt, one button undone enough to flash that black lacy bra he loved, too. And he was drunk. So…, why shouldn’t he give it a shot? Turns out, the moment he touched her chest, fingers grazing over her stiff nipple, that was enough for her to pull him into a kiss—only for a moment—before looking between the two of them, all three of their eyes alight with something… new.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Coming in their mouth when they eat her out, or when she rides their face, is her absolute favorite way to come. There’s so much power in how Drake or Liam hold her closer, murmuring how great she tastes, tasting herself on their tongue shortly after.  

The boys, of course, have a favorite place to cum—and then their seconds. Naturally, coming in her is preferable, condom until they all aptly handled the matter of birth control—especially after that one time—but they both have their second favorites, in case they can’t, at least, not at first. Liam loves coming on her tits, and Drake in her mouth, both always locking eyes with her when they do.

But she fucking loves it when they come at nearly the same time, in or on her. And Drake and Liam do too.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Maybe that first threesome—oh god she still gets warm thinking about it—wasn’t exactly spontaneous. “Abdi… can I tell you something?” he whispers, finger tracing circles on her arm, naked bodies intertwined on their bed.

“Of course,” Jaela replies, smiling up at him, pushing aside hair from his forehead. Outside, there’s a distant howl, moonlight peeking through the tall pines. He shifts, taking a deep breath. Jaela props herself up, eyebrows furrowing. “You know you can tell me anything, Drake. Remember, that’s one of our rules: honesty.”

He nods, clicking his tongue. “Well… okay. I… I might have gotten off to hearing you and Liam… more than once.” A beat. “And it took so much willpower not join you two.”

Her eyes widen—but only for a moment, lips curling into a grin. “You know… I wouldn’t have minded.” Drake nearly sputters, pulling her back to him.

“What?!”

Jaela nods, hand trailing down his chest. Like her and Liam haven’t thought it? Like she hasn’t wanted it since well… since they got used to this? “Get a little whiskey into Liam, and get him to watch us, and I can bet we’ll make that happen. Tomorrow?” Drake can only nod, kissing her and rolling on top of her in response, ready for round two.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Being a former Prince and King had its perks, and thus, Liam extremely experienced with women. Drake is too, reaping more than just a place to live, by being the Prince’s best friend. They competed for and shared women—separately—until Jaela came around, stealing their hearts and bodies with just a look. And they make sure she knows all of their tricks… yet still manage to have something up their sleeve.

Jaela too, had her fair share of men. Some hookups, and a handful of relationships that never went anywhere in New York. Though, being poly was a new thing for her, even though Drake and Liam eased her into it. Hell, threesomes were new for her and not for them… though, Drake and Liam laughed that of the threesomes they had, it was surprising that they weren’t involved in one together back in Cordonia… and both wondered why they hadn’t before, gazes lingering on each the first time they touched.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

She loves riding them, Liam or Drake holding her close and whispering sweet—or dirty as all hell--- nothings into her ear. But god she loves it when they take control and push her against a wall, bend her over, or just pin her down, sometimes looking up at both of them, grinning until one kisses her and the other lowers his mouth to her body, fire kisses heading down to her hips, legs on their shoulders before he dives in.

Liam, surprise surprise, loves being dominant with any position that allows him the control, controlling Jaela or Drake’s pleasure—in a sense, he loses all control when he comes, hips meeting theirs, lips on each others names but yet, he feels like the King he was, seeing how they writhe under his touch. Though, he doesn’t mind being the one under their control, their spell, really, but it has its time and place.

“Jaela, my Queen, I love you…”

“Hmm… but you’re no King…” She giggles, nipping his ear, rolling her hips, Liam gripping them tight, eyes flashing, more heat pooling in her stomach. Oh, that look. How far could she go? “Just a commo—” And in a flash, Liam pins her on the bed, holding her wrists time.

“I think I should tie you up for such blasphemy.”

“Whatever punishment fits the bill… my King.”

Drake, on the other hand, doesn’t mind being submissive to Jaela or Liam’s whims (course, they’re left with plenty of love marks when he’s in control) and loves looking into her eyes and holding Jaela close, whether if she’s on top or not. It’s also fucking hot looking into Liam’s eyes, too, when they three of them fuck, one behind Jaela and the other in front. Or, well, when she’s away and he and Liam are both a little drunk, or not, there’s something about getting lost in his eyes, too.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

After everything they’ve been through, and while there’s so much laughter and joy after they have sex, all three are serious in bed. There’s some goofiness, like the first threesome, all three getting used to each others motions as one, but the order of goofiness—or seriousness, goes as this, is determined around breakfast one snowy morning after a night of lovemaking, first her and Liam… but Drake joined in when he got home from work.

“I can’t believe you laughed when I nearly tripped trying to get to you, Abdi.” Jaela snickers, buttering her toast. It was a sight, Drake barely able to contain himself once he came in the room, Liam’s nod a signal for him to join—if the Statue of Liberty key chain turned outward on their door wasn’t signal enough—almost falling out of his pants.

“So? It was funny!”

“To be fair, Jaela,” Liam says, shaking his protein shake, eyebrow raised. “We were, moments before, quite serious—you had tears, dear.” Jaela rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah… okay, I like to laugh here and there, you sometimes, do, Liam, and Drake…” Jaela and Liam both set their sights on him and he flushes, shifting in the chair.

“Uh…”

“Goes without saying, you serious marshmallow,” Jaela snickers, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Liam’s well-groomed if not nearly bare, fucking loving feeling all of Jaela or how her mouth feels on him. Drake’s groomed, but sometimes if he’s busy, he’ll forget and be a natural, not that Jaela—or Liam—minds either way. They just love him for him. Jaela mixes it up, honestly, because she busy too but their faces when she is bare always makes her night—and always means she’s about to get no sleep, whether with one or both.  

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Even in the roughest of nights, there’s always an element of intimacy that starts in the living room—or out in the woods, or well, anywhere really. The small touches, the kisses that begin at the mouth and wander without a hurry…. The in the moment, holding each other tight no matter what, making the other feel loved.

Jaela, once more, wouldn’t say this to the other, but Drake has a certain form of intimacy that takes her breath away, how he looks at her. Was it because she was gone with Liam, vanished without a trace, until she contacted him? Or something else? Thinking he’s second best, even when, finally, they’re both equal in her eyes?

That’s not to say Liam isn’t intimate, god he is, by the way he moves and takes control. How he caresses a jaw as he thrusts from behind, fingers winding into hair and pulling—but never with enough force to hurt. Just enough to remind them who’s is in charge.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Drake was ashamed, at first, when he did get off to Liam and Jaela’s sounds of lovemaking. Not his fault the first he listened in, they nearly knocked over a chair in the kitchen before retreating to their room and he had to investigate and… well, it was hot, hearing the woman he shares making those sounds.

As much as Liam loves being teased by Jaela, he (or Drake, of course, one of them, ideally) just wants to be the one making her feel like that. Not that he doesn’t mind catching her, pulling her into a kiss, kissing her fingers, or anything but….

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Jaela didn’t call him King Kinky for nothing, when they were in Cordonia. Or out of it, for that matter. Liam and Jaela racked up quite a few kinks: public and outdoor sex for starters, then temperature roleplaying, light bondage… to name a few. Drake never told them that it hurt him, before they found the happy balance they needed, to see the ropes and ties still around their bedposts. Part of the sacrifice, he guessed.

Little did he know he’d be happy to see those months later, and even happier to be tied up with them. First, Jaela taking control—before that breath of temptation spilling over into reality. “Fuck, Jaela—”

“Did I say you could talk?” She purrs, sliding a finger across his lips, pupils dilated as she rides him, nails digging into his chest. Drake gulps and shakes his head, hickies on his neck. She smirks, rising off of him. He opens his mouth in protest, straining against the silk tie, but is silenced, Jaela moving and riding his face, her pussy tasting so fucking good. “That’s better,” she says, gripping his hair and shutting her eyes.

Of course, the best thrill for Liam comes when he has control of them both, both submitting to him and his whims. He’s big into edging, watching them soar to the highest of highs—but not getting that release until he lets them, whether from him or with each other, so long as he can see when he’s dominate. Sometimes, they’re tied next to each other, sneaking glances, fingertips brushing as he kisses up Jaela’s body, but not leaving Drake without something to moan about, both begging for more.  

Though, working with Drake at the most intimate level… that was a thrill all on its own, both working to deny, but only to bring Jaela the greatest of pleasures. “Please, Drake—”

“Drake,” Liam says, and Drake looks up from his assigned task: eating her out. Liam squeezes her breasts, kissing her neck. “Remember what I told her about begging?” He nods, removing his mouth, standing up but letting his hand fall between her thighs.

Jaela throws her head back in frustration, groaning. “But—”

Liam tightens the silk around her wrists behind her back and pinches a nipple, eyes locking with Drake, both dark with desire, smirks on their lips. Drake steps back from the edge of the bed. “No buts. Knees, now.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Liam and Jaela? Oh god, anywhere and everywhere, really. He can’t pick a favorite, because the high of the thrill—even if they’re in the bed—blocks out everything but his and her pleasure, bodies locked together, smiles on their lips and each other. That’s all that matters. Though, in Miami with her, it was fucking hot to do it on their balcony, ocean spread out all before them, the people dots below.

Drake’s a simply guy, and he just loves picking Jaela up, legs straddled around him, and carrying her right to the bed to make love to her, pressing her against the mattress, sheets tangled up between them. Though, outside has a special place in his heart, hands over hers as she braced against the tree, pine and spring and dirt and her scent filling his nostrils and sending him into overdrive, birds flying away from the noise.

Drake and Liam are weak in the knees for their shower, but they think Jaela doesn’t know. She got off work early, letting down her hair, ready for a shower. “Drake? Liam?” she called, rubbing her eyes. The house was quiet, no surprise at this time of night (and god, she’d kill them if they let the kids stay up late again), except for the shower. Liam’s bed was empty, and so was Drake’s. She paused, glancing around the hallway. Not like their house was small, nor was it big… but where the hell were they?

She approached the master bath—maybe one was taking one in the guest bathroom, too? Hand on the handle, she paused, as new sound breaking through the sound of water. Moans. Loud ones, too. Then, a tumbling of a shampoo bottle—followed by Drake’s and Liam’s all too familiar, groans when they came. Jaela smirked, eyebrows raised. So that’s how come her bottles were always out of order.

When together? Well, that is the bed, much to Drake’s delight. There’s something private and personal and complicated—in all the right ways—when they have a threesome and having it be anywhere else but their home seems… wrong. The townspeople never questioned the two rings on Jaela’s hands, assuming one was a family heirloom (which it was, in a way, from Drake’s grandmother) but bringing their ménage à trois outside of their bedroom, or home, would be… wrong, an unspoken agreement between them the moment Drake kissed her lips and Liam pulled down her jeans, trailing his hands up to slide off her panties before she fell onto hers and Liam’s—no, their, bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, the better question is what doesn’t get them going.

No, seriously.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The sky’s the limit, and they’ll indulge each others fantasies either one on one, or if they all agree to it, but they have a few NO’s: sadomasochism, anything that draws blood, whipping, and jealously. That’s the biggest one: no jealously. If those feelings arise… then they work it out, however they can.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Jaela’s a spoiled woman. And she can’t wipe the smirk off of her face at the stupid PTO meetings, thinking that a half hour before Liam went down on her right after she put the brownies into tubberware… and it was her night with Drake tonight. “Jaela, what’s your recipe for the brownies again?”

“Oh uh… you know, the usual things?”

And she’s pulled out of her head again, back to the politics of school and drama and avoiding the pointed looks of too many Mary-Sue’s in this small town thinking it was a little odd that Drake was living with them a single man… and that one of her three definitely has his nose, but she never addressed that.

As for Jaela, well, she’s more than willing to drop to her knees at anytime, but they always beat her out for the gift of receiving. Drake, generally, prefers to give and just wants to bury his cock in her, usually, even if he does love coming in her mouth…. Liam is more of a giver, liking to wake her up in the morning with his head between her thighs, but he fucking loves her blowjobs. Liam and Jaela both find it sexy when he’s commanding, hand gripping the back of her hair while she takes all of him in, looking up and never breaking eye contact until he comes, Jaela smirking as his eyes flutter, head rolling back, and letting out that moan she loves so much.

Commanding Liam is gone and replaced with the tender one, asking if that was too much. Jaela wipes her lips and he shudders, holding her close. “It’s never too much, Liam,” she whispers. “I love it,” she pauses, tracing his jaw, eyes brightening. “Though… I would like to try something… if Drake agrees.”

Liam raises his eyebrow, matching her expression. “Pray tell, love.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

They’ve gotten their times nailed down to an art form, really. Working around the kid’s schedules is one thing, combined with their different work schedules, but they’re masters of knowing how long things are going to take, depending, of course.

Public is always quick, even if Liam wants it to go on longer. Drake can stay out in the woods for an hour with Jaela. Jaela pretends to not notice their long, ahem, separate showers. But the threesomes? Well, that’s setting up the candles, and exploring each others bodies with care, salt and sweat and heat beneath their lips, not matter how rough it is.

“There’s always times to savor you, love,” Liam says, tracing lines down her curves on one side, Drake on the other, kissing her neck. She needs to get to the fucking bake sale, she didn’t mind playing betty homemaker to keep gossip away, but goddamn, how could she leave them?

“The bake sale though?”

Drake chuckles, turning her cheek, looking deep into her eyes, the intensity from all those years ago still there, even with a few fine wrinkles. Liam’s hand, fingers nimble, run down her body and settle on her clit, rubbing circles, Drake keeping her face turned to him. He takes her lower lip between his teeth, and she shudders in pleasure. “Fuck the bake sale,” he whispers. “Fuck me instead.”

But Liam inserts two fingers into her, her answer lost on Drake’s tongue.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jaela’s a fan of quickies, and Drake has to roll his eyes when Liam and Jaela disappear in public for ten minutes at a time. “You know,” he hisses when they sit back down in the theatre seat, her hair disheveled. He smooth down a side, smirking, despite his tone. “This isn’t a ball where you can sneak into the closet and pretend your guards don’t notice.”

But Jaela grips Liam’s hand tight, eyes lighting up with the screen at the memory of Liam pressing her against the stall and fucking her senseless, holding her up, muffling their sounds with their lips on each other, fast and hurried. Somebody coughed when they left the stall next to them, but they didn’t care. “The women’s bathroom worked quite well,” she whispers, sliding another hand on Drake’s thigh, squeezing his shaft through the jeans. Liam snickers as Drake shifts, grasping hers, locking eyes. “Maybe next time we can try it?”

Drake gulps, but she sees the blush and flash of desire in the movie light. And indeed, that stall again proved useful, only this time Drake’s hands cupped her breasts through her shirt as he took her from behind, teeth nipping her ear. Another cough, too.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Of fucking course. Jaela thinks fucking in the woods is risky enough, always convinced a bear is going to come out—but her and Drake have done nothing more than scare a few deer and birds. But, anything outside of their NO’s has been tried, thought of, a regular feature, or is on the list of things to do.

Jaela’s current want to do risk?

Fuck at that damn Mary’s house. She’s the one that look at her like she’s a slut when Drake comes around to events—like his child’s soccer game, supporting his and Liam’s—like any father would do. She’s also the one that commented one child looked so peculiar from the others. She should have slapped her there, but instead…

“I got it!” she says grinning between the two. “Now, I don’t care who, but she has this parent-meeting or whatever coming up next month. One of you are coming with me—” They both pale. “And you’re going to fuck me senseless on her newly renovated bathroom counter she won’t shut up about.” Liam’s eyebrows perk up, and Drake’s do too, but she senses his hesitance. She knows him too well.

Jaela approaches and Drake leans back on the couch before she straddles his waist, pressing into him. Drake grits his teeth. “Okay… I’m listening….”

“And I really don’t care if she hears. She can’t insult our child—our children, our life—without facing the consequences. So, anybody in?”

A month later, Drake holds her close, both panting, the gleaming light from the newly renovated bathroom also too much, but all Jaela can focus on is his thrusts, slow and drawn out, hand on the glass. Her nails dig into his back, trying to holding in a cry—but letting out the moan, pulsing as the orgasm spreads throughout her shaking body.

Oh, it’s worth the looks.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

“Fucking A Liam, she’s already came twice from you, I think she’ll sleep just fine tonight…” Drake groans, burying his head in the pillow. He just wants sleep and him and Jaela are still going at it, though, she looks tired too. Drake glances at the clock—it’s almost four and he has work at eight. He could have gone to his room… but something about curling up next to them after a night like tonight was worth the sleepless nights.

“Just a… god, Jaela,” he says as he comes, kissing Jaela before collapsing next to Drake, Jaela chuckling to herself, looking at the two perfect men in her life, skin on skin. Her hand floats over Liam’s body, and he pulls her close, chin on her head. “You’re beautiful.”

“Ditto,” Drake says, and then drifts off. Jaela takes in Liam’s scent, Drake’s not far behind. Oh, how she’d never get tired of nights like these.

Jaela whispers against his chest, “I’m so happy,” before she falls asleep, only to be waken by Drake getting up for work, Liam pulling him close for a moment before Drake comes to her, kissing her cheek, then shoulder goodbye.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Drake doesn’t own any, he doesn’t care for them. He’d much rather fuck them with him and only him, taking pleasure that only he can make them feel.

Liam used to share the same sentiments as Drake, until Jaela introduced him to first her vibrator, and how fucking sexy it was when she used it on herself as she gave him head. Like, hell. “Fuck, Jaela… that’s hot.” She stops for a moment, lips against the tip of his cock, the breeze of the Atlantic blowing across their faces, high on their balcony, happy to have found a place where they could finally relax and enjoy their escape.

“I thought you told me you were the only one to make my cum from now on?” Liam smirks, dragging a finger down her lips, parting them again.

“We’ve only begun the night, my Queen. Now, continue.”

So, he has a small collection that only him and Jaela use, tucked away, Drake never getting curious as to what goes on those nights, honestly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jaela thought she teased bad in Cordonia, separately drawing them in and out with a flick of her wrist or the longing glance out of the corner of her eye.

Oh, how she proved them—and herself—wrong the moment her and Drake finally caved and she had not one, but two, pairs eyes filled with lust on her when she bent over, making sure they saw the red thong. It was something about an audience that upped her teasing game, just waiting till one of them would cave—thought, it was the best when Drake and Liam would nod, then end the game with one at each set of lips.

Drake doesn’t mind teasing, he liked it more in Cordonia, if he was being honest. Something about pretending to merely be just their friend in Washington made it hard to grab her ass or whisper in her ear everything he’d like to do to her in the grocery story. He didn’t want to attention of the nosey locals, nor did he want their kids to think that it was wrong, what they were doing. So, he lets Abdi to the teasing (except when they’re in bed together, Drake confessing everything he wants to do with her, drawing each stroke, lick, suck, or bite out until she’s begging to come over and over).

If Jaela plays hard, so does Liam. Touching her, whispering in her ear, promising all the positions they can do in a timespan of a PTO meeting, in the closet… yet, only leaving her wet and him hard, Jaela tearing off his clothes—and she literally made a tear once—the moment they get home, teasing done and the real game beginning.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

There was a reason why Drake couldn’t help but get off to Liam and Jaela, you know. Between their moaning and dirty talk, could anybody blame him, really?

Drake, however, is pretty quiet, preferring to listen to how he makes them feel over his own voice, contained within his throat and only being brought out here and there—sending chills through Jaela and Liam when he does make loud, guttural sounds because that usually means they’re in the middle of something intense, special, and only between them.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Jalea bites her lip, leaning back against the pillows, arms propping herself up. Drake and Liam stare at each other, and the tension—the nerves—in the room twists her stomach, just watching them, one hand on her and the other on each others arms. She can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the sheer fact that this might be a turning point… for everything… with them.

They had three threesomes before tonight, both lavishing her with attention, sure their hands touching each other on her body, but never a kiss, no touching of each other, focusing on her, and what kinds of sounds she made under their joint effort.

Oh, but tonight… tonight was different. Like she didn’t notice the looks they shared in the heat of the moment—or hell, even back in Cordonia. “You can kiss,” she said and they snapped their attention to her… before going back to each other. Liam’s hand slide down Drake’s side and he shivered, glancing between Liam and Jaela, breathing quick.

“I…”

“Please,” Jaela says, sitting up and removing their hands. “Can’t you feel it? Haven’t you felt it?” She gets on her knees, and they still don’t look at her, Drake touching Liam’s cheek with a gentleness she only saw reserved for herself.

“You won’t be…?” Breathes Liam, now gripping Drake’s neck, their faces closer. Her hearts swells. What else could she feel but utter love for these men… and if they wanted to explore, who was she stop them? They all loved each other with everything they had.

Shaking her head, Jaela takes both of their dicks in each hand, both taking an intake of breath. Still, they stared, even as she began to pump, eyeing them each. “Never. I love you both. You love each other… why not… see what happens? We are sleeping together as one now. What’s holding you ba—”

And finally, fucking finally, they kiss, Jaela not knowing who’s lips touched the others first, Liam’s hands in Drake’s hair and Drake’s around his back. Jaela, quietly sat back and watched the show, letting their desperate, clinging moment come to fruition—until it turned to her, bringing her in center stage once more.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Drake, above average (around 6 ½) and thick, not too much… but enough to make Jaela feel so fucking full that she could cry—and sometimes, she does, from the pleasure. “Abdi, Abdi—are you okay?”

“Just hormonal… and because you feel so good. Don’t stop, please.”

Liam’s slightly bigger, around 7 and thinner, in the slightest. Honestly, Jaela doesn’t care—nor do either of the men—because the competition is over and sometimes, they get to fuck her at the same time—ass and pussy—and Jaela’s convinced she’ll never walk straight again,

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Liam’s higher than both of them, Jaela’s higher than Drake’s, and Drake’s the least of the three—what? He likes cuddling, too—but all are high, passion still running high from their life in Cordonia. Life doesn’t always allow for sex as much as Liam wants, but goddamn if he doesn’t fuck one or both of them four times a week at the least.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pillowtalking is fine, and Drake and Jaela like it to some extent, though they tend to fall asleep quickly or have sex one more time before they pass out, but Liam is the true king of pillowtalking after sex. To a fault, too.

Legs all tangled together, cool summer air blowing in through the window, drying their sweat and cooling warm, flush bodies, in a heap, light kisses and touches being exchanged between all three, there’s no difference, no matter, with the love they all have, her two rings sparkling in the moonlight. The kisses slow... conversation ebbs… except for Liam, still talking. Drake and Jaela don’t even know anymore.

“Liam…” Drake mumbles, head buried in Jaela’s shoulder.

“Liam…” Jaela follows, taking his chin and turning it to her, Jaela and Drake’s brown eyes focused on his. He stops, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah? I mean, did you hear about—”

“We need—” Jaela starts, but Drake interjects.

“We need some fucking sleep.”

Liam’s looks shocked, but then chuckles, arm lying across Jaela and hand resting on Drake. Maybe he did talk too much, but to be fair, sex on nights like tonight energized him. The world, full of possibility in the little corner of the world they found to be as one. What could he say? It was perfect. Just so perfect, their bodies entwined like it was always meant to be.

Note: Yep, poly AU Drake x Jaela x Liam are definitely going to be making a proper appearance at some point in time. Hope you enjoyed this little AU I’m setting up for them. Bonus points if you can put the backstory piece together.

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Adding on to my post from yesterday, I’m just gonna list all the issues I have with Disco (a separate list of the things I love soon to come!)

Under a cut for length and for spoilers. Seriously. Major spoilers ahead. And tw for discussions of character death, if that bothers you.

With that in mind, let’s get to it! (This is in no particular order, btw.)

Starting with the last two episodes, since they’re pretty fresh in my mind - they felt very rushed. I’ve seen some people say that the season should have ended right when they got back from the mirrorverse, and I completely agree. The final arc felt like it needed at least two more episodes to be fleshed out. I wanted to see more of the characters actually dealing with what happened in the mirrorverse, and having time for development; and while we got a little bit of that between Michael and Ash, it wasn’t very much. And like, I get why. When you’ve only got two episodes to get the plot where you need it to go, of course character development is going to be sacrificed for time. Which is why I think they should have either a) added more episodes to the end of season one, or b) ended the season with the mirror arc, so that they’d have more time to explore the Klingon war thing at the beginning of season 2. Disco has some very wonderful characters who are very deserving of development and growth, and it’s unfortunate that they didn’t get it.

Culber’s death... This is the main point where I’m like “yeah, I don’t blame you for not liking the show anymore,” because I came very close to that too. In the end, I do still think I like the rest of the show overall, but this part... I just about stopped watching. In short - the way the show treated Dr. Culber was absolutely shitty. Sure, I’m like 99% certain they’ll end up bringing him back in season 2, but in the meantime, he’s still very much dead. And NOT ONLY did they use the “bury your gays” trope, but out of only TWO gay characters, they buried the man of color. Like... that’s just... what the fuck.

I’m expanding this into multiple points, bc it’s the biggest point I have. Culber’s death is legitimately the worst thing Disco has done. Not only just the fact that they killed him, but how they did it. His death was violent, sudden, and meaningless. The main characters barely even get to react to it before moving on. His killer doesn’t face trial or repercussions. (Note - I personally see Voq as being entirely the murderer and not Tyler, since Tyler had no agency in the killing and was if anything just a tool, but either way, no justice is served.) And then we, the audience, have to see the brutal killing scene AGAIN in the “previously on” section of the next episode or two, which makes it seem like they’re using this horrific event as mere shock value. I literally felt sick to my stomach watching it. What happened was disgusting, and I can’t blame anyone for not wanting to watch the show anymore because of it.

I trust Wilson Cruz. I trust Anthony Rapp. I trust them when they say that there’s a plan, that Culber will come back, that this will work out at some point. Their reassurances do help me personally to make some measure of peace with the situation. I don’t want to think that two openly gay actors would sign onto the script if this is how it ends between their characters. But right now, Culber is still dead, for no good reason that I can see, and it still stings. This is justifiably upsetting. And until I see him come back with my own two eyes, yeah, I’m not gonna be happy about it.

Aaaaand speaking of death, let’s talk about Georgiou. I just... that’s not a good way to start your show off, ngl. You take a very strong and deep character, played by Michelle Yeoh no less, and then just kill her? It’s bad writing. They could have easily had Michael transferred off the Shenzhou and arrested and kept Captain Georgiou alive. They could have even kept the whole “tragic backstory” thing in play, with Michael and Philippa no longer on speaking terms, and Michael mourning the loss of what was once such a close relationship. (I do appreciate that they brought her back as her mirror counterpart - and boy howdy the Emperor is a good character - so that does take a little bit of the sting out, but still. Not the best way to open the show.)

And then Landry dies in both universes?? I can accept mirror!Landry dying because of the whole “Lorca’s second hand” thing, but like... god, this show has got to stop killing off poc. Especially woc. I can understand that they’re trying to do a “raceblind” thing, and I understand their reasoning - the whole “it’s a utopian future and everyone is treated the same!” thing - but it doesn’t really work like that irl for the audience. Unless someone is actually literally colorblind and sees everything in greyscale, no one has any business saying they “don’t see color.” And no one should be casting with that mindset. The situation could certainly be a lot worse - they’ve got Michael, at least, and she’s fucking amazing - but it could also be better.

And yeah, it’s a warzone, and people are going to die. I get that. But just... do some critical thinking about who you’re killing, why, and if it can be avoided. If for no other reason, it makes the story a lot stronger in the long run.

It’s the year of our lord twenty-gayteen, can we stop having the makeup on white people playing Kingons being so hmmm questionable maybe?

(With regards to several of the above points, I’m white, so please let me know if I’m overstepping my bounds here. And like the point about Culber - I wouldn’t blame anyone for disliking/not supporting the show because of these reasons, and I’m not ever going to try to convince anyone that these things are okay. Because they aren’t. Just because I like certain elements enough to give the show a second chance with season two, doesn’t mean that anyone else will or should do the same. Continuing.)

Why the fuck is this show so obsessed with eating people? Stop it. Get some help.

The only explicitly bisexual/pansexual person we see is the Emperor, who sleeps with both a man and a woman and seems very satisfied with both parties afterwards. Which, okay, cool, except she was also trying to get information out of them, so whether or not she was even attracted to either one is debatable. I personally think she was - thanks to Michelle Yeoh’s acting, which is a goddamn gift - but that still leaves us with the only representation of bi/pan people being a murderous emperor from the mirror universe. And the “relationship” is entirely sex-based, as well as being with multiple people at once, which only furthers the stereotype of bi/pan being promiscuous, being only bi for a threesome, being untrustworthy. And to be clear, there’s nothing wrong with one night stands or poly relationships! Those things are perfectly fine! But when that’s all that bi/pan people are shown as, it can play into really damaging stereotypes - and as a bi/pan person, I’m frankly getting a little fucking sick of it.

(I mean, it’s better than DS9′s “mirrorverse=gay/bi/pan” thing, I’ll give it that, but I’m not going to give any show brownie points for reinforcing harmful stereotypes. You’ve improved slightly, Trek, but not nearly as much as you should have.)

I’m just making another point here for Dr. Culber’s death because seriously. Fucking seriously. What the fuck.

I would’ve liked to have seen more one-off episodes, like “Magic to Make the Sanest Man Go Mad.” That was a fucking awesome episode. It’s fun! It’s got character development! I wanna see more of that!

The portrayal of Klingon culture is a bit inconsistent. And okay, to be entirely truthful, I’m really not that into Klingons in general? So having a plot centered around them wouldn’t be my first choice anyway. But if you’re going to do it, please do it right. It felt like the writers sometimes “forgot” important elements of Klingon culture for the sake of the plot, and just... come on. The Klingons are brutal warriors, yes. They’ve killed innocent civilians in the course of battle, sure. But they have a whole honor code, and going out of their way to murder thousands of helpless, defenseless people? Correct me if I’m wrong, but it just doesn’t quite seem to fit.

I really, really wanna see more of the bridge crew! I wanna get to know them! They seem so cool who are they please Disco I’m begging you

This is a very dumb, very tiny thing, but I was kinda hoping I’d see some Cardassian makeup in the crowd while we were in the Seedy Black Market on Qo’noS. Did appreciate the Trill lady tho!

I dunno, the ending almost felt... too neat? If that makes sense? I would have liked things more ambiguous, a few more loose ends. It felt like they threw in a happy ending out of nowhere; it didn’t really match the tone of the rest of the show.

Speaking of tone - it felt to me like Disco was trying to mix the upbeat, thoughtful, philosophical tone of classic Trek with the grittier, more critical, more heavy tone of DS9. I love both classic Trek and DS9, but they don’t exactly mix very well. Disco’s tone felt a bit confused and convoluted. And like, here’s the thing - classic Trek doesn’t preclude heavy subjects (”Conscience of the King” from TOS is a great example), and shows like DS9 don’t preclude fun and optimism (there’s episodes like “Explorers” that are uplifting, and “Take Me Out to the Holosuite” is a fucking delight). Star Trek at its best should always tackle difficult issues, should always have determination, should always have hope. DS9 had a more morally gray outlook, yes, and certainly questioned the idea that the Federation is utopian, but it was still underpinned by the main characters wanting to do good. Wanting to improve the world around them. It managed to do a very good job of adapting Trek’s message to its darker tone - whereas Disco feels like it’s flip-flopping between having a darker tone and trying to be like TOS. Like, buddy, just pick one. You just gotta pick one.

The more times Sarek shows up in Disco, the more he looks like a complete dick to Spock in TOS. This isn’t necessarily a complaint, because Sarek being a dick is certainly in character for him, but I’d like to see that disparity in how he treats his children addressed. By his wife. Specifically by his wife. Amanda is a national treasure and I need her to call her husband out.

idk I think there’s more but like, I’ve been working on this for hours - WAIT HANG ON

This has been bugging me since the beginning of the show, because while Michael’s mutiny was certainly a bad idea, she technically... didn’t really do much of anything before being taken to the brig? She almost has the ship fire on a Klingon vessel, but Georgiou shows up and stops her. Helm locked phasers on the vessel on Michael’s orders, yes, but earlier they locked phase cannons on the vessel for a short time, which Georgiou agreed to. Her actions during the mutiny didn’t really change their situation at all. So why does everyone blame her for starting the war?

“But she killed that Klingon during her spacewalk!” Yeah, she did, because he came charging at her with a bat’leth with the intention to kill. In that scenario, her actions were self-defense. She attempted to talk to him, he then proceeded to try to kill her, so she fought back to save her own life and ended up killing him in the process. And all this happened while she was investigating a foreign object in Federation territory. So while I can see why she was charged with mutiny and assaulting a fellow officer, I don’t think it’s fair to say that she started the war. The Klingons on the ship of the dead were planning to start shit before anyone even got there.

I can understand why Starfleet would have thought Michael started it, at least at first, because unlike the audience, they couldn’t see the Klingons planning beforehand. That’s fair. But then Ash Tyler shows up, and he’s revealed to be Voq - who was there! he knows what happened on that ship! - and eventually, he loses Voq’s consciousness but retains the guy’s memories. So Ash knows how the war started. Ash knows, or should know, that the Klingons on that ship were the instigators. Why wouldn’t he tell Starfleet before fucking off with L’Rell? He says he loves Michael, so why wouldn’t he want to set the record straight? And most importantly, why wasn’t Michael told any of this?! She’s been blaming herself for this whole war, she’s been suffering needlessly for it, let her fucking rest! Yeah, she was exonerated and accepted back into Starfleet, which is great, but it came across as “welp you basically cleaned up the mess of a war you started and saved Earth from annihilation, so I guess we’ll clear the slate for you.” It should have been more like “well given what we know now, we can say that you’re innocent of starting interstellar war; and as for the rest, stopping the destruction of Earth is a hell of a community service, so you know what? Welcome back.”

My point is, Michael Burnham has done nothing wrong, ever, in her life

Alright, at this point I think that about sums it up, and I’m tired of looking at this anyways because it’s been hours now, so uh, yeah. Thanks for coming to my ted talk