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Amanda is on her second glass of the red she’d been saving specifically for an occasion like this. The taste of it warms her mouth, making her aware of her lips and tongue in a way that has her feeling almost hungry. Maybe it is a kind of hunger, or – a readiness to indulge. She’s barefooted in a date night dress, watching a show as the only audience member, like the lone patron of a full buffet.
Daniel makes a wounded sound as the air is forced out of him when Johnny lands a hit to the side of his ribs. He springs back and Johnny allows him the space he needs to breathe.
Something settles within Amanda as she watches. It had been hard not to worry about Daniel placing himself in Johnny’s hands. But Johnny is proving, in ways she’d never have seen if she hadn’t been watching closely, that he doesn’t want to hurt Daniel. At least, not any more than Amanda herself does. Not in a way Daniel doesn’t want for himself.
Daniel and Johnny – they have a secret language on the mat. Amanda thinks she understands the gist of it, but she also knows she’ll never be anything approaching fluent. They communicate in breaths and in the shifting of weight on a back foot. Daniel must have given the green light to attack because suddenly they’re striking out at each other again: an attempt at a hold, a clever roll away, footwork that sees them back together in an instant. There’s sweat on Daniel’s collarbone. Amanda only catches a glimpse in the low lighting from where Daniel’s gi is getting progressively looser at the neck.
She takes another sip of wine.
Daniel gets Johnny in some kind of hold for a second and Johnny grins like a lion showing his teeth before tripping Daniel up, causing them both to tumble to the ground. Quickly, like this is the opening Johnny has been waiting for, he rolls on top of Daniel, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the ground on either side of him.
“Stop,” Amanda says.
They do. They’re almost frozen in place as she puts her glass down and walks over. They’re both panting hard, lovely and flushed. All warmed up for her.
Amanda sits down on the floor next to them, tucking her bare feet close to her side. As she does, Johnny loosens his grip on Daniel’s wrists and leans back slightly but stays straddling Daniel. Perfect.
She wonders, not for the first time, if Johnny is aware of just how miraculously well he fits with her and Daniel. She wonders if he’s just this good at sex with everyone. Amanda puts the thought aside for now, scooting in closer to them, near enough that she can hook her chin onto Johnny’s shoulder and admire their view of Daniel.
Daniel’s hair is askew in the way it sometimes is after he finds an excuse to get under the hood of one of the cars at work. It always looks a little funny in combination with his work suits, but here it looks just right. His eyes are big, pupils blown. Honestly, he looks good enough to eat.
In the wild, it’s the female lions who do all the hunting. Amanda has Johnny to do it for her.
Speaking of Johnny.
Amanda moves again so she can see where Johnny’s crotch sits on top of Daniel. She angles her head so that Johnny will feel her breath on his ear as she says, “Show me, Johnny.”
Johnny’s breath is shaky. He sits back a little more, breath hitching as the fabric of his gi moves over his hard dick.
Johnny still seems embarrassed about this at times - that fighting Daniel gets him so hot he can’t hide it. Amanda likes to praise him in these moments, as does Daniel. It seems to settle Johnny, to know that they want him as he is. That they don’t expect dinner dates or fancy gifts or smooth moves – Johnny gets hard fighting Daniel, so that’s where they’ll meet him.
“Very good,” Amanda hums, watching Daniel start to squirm. She reaches down, taking time to feel Johnny’s pecs and stomach through his gi on the way, and pulls his dick out of his pants. Daniel makes a sound in the back of his throat, watching them with his bottom lip between his teeth. Daniel’s hands have found their way to Johnny’s thighs, teasingly close to where Amanda is holding him.
Amanda has Johnny’s dick cupped in her hand thoughtfully. She can hear Johnny breathing through his teeth just next to her ear. He’s turned his head to hide for a moment, nice and sweet for her. After brushing her thumb over him a couple times, she draws away to grab the lube from her pocket and pour some in her hand. When she returns to Johnny’s cock, the man exhales shakily, turning back to face forward again.
“Amanda—” he says, and oh, his voice is lovely. It’s always soft, but in moments like these, it’s like he’s on the verge of crying, cracking like fine china. Amanda takes the sound and tucks it inside herself, feeling for a second a little broken open, too.
Amanda jerks Johnny off slow. She takes her time spreading the lube around, just feeling this dick that’s still relatively new and unknown to her, in comparison to Daniel’s. It gets so red that Amanda wonders if it makes him lightheaded. But then, Johnny tends to flush all over, his body betraying him just like his voice or his wet eyes. Johnny doesn’t produce as much precum as Daniel, but he still moans beautifully when she swipes a finger over his slit. She closes her eyes for a second, just feeling him in her hand, smelling sweat and arousal as she works him over steadily.
It’s a little addictive, a little heady, being with a man that so fully inhabits his body yet seems to be helpless to its whims.
Johnny’s hands are balled up at his sides. Daniel is panting even harder than before now, his own hands bunching up the material of Johnny’s gi. Amanda smiles. Time to reward him for being so well behaved.
“Daniel, baby, he feels so good in my hand. You got him so hard.”
Daniel’s eyes widen. He looks almost stricken. He tightens his hands in Johnny’s gi. “Oh, god I—”
“You want to touch him, don’t you? You want him to push you around, make you feel his dick when he pins you up against a wall—”
Johnny makes a sound at that. A whimper, really. Amanda can feel Johnny’s muscles tightening all over, and God, she loves how easy Johnny Lawrence is for them.
“Daniel,” Amanda says.
“Uh – uh – yeah?”
She nods her head towards Daniel’s chest.
“Open up your gi. He’s going to come on you.”
He does, fumbling for a moment to release his grip on Johnny’s thighs. He opens his gi as wide as he can with it still tied at his waist, biting his lips as he stares at Amanda’s hand on Johnny’s dick. Daniel’s not – wriggling exactly, but his body seems like a livewire, like he can barely stand to stay still, to stay down. His hips move in muted, restless shifts under Johnny and Amanda knows exactly what Johnny must be feeling.
One of Johnny’s hands finds Amanda, clutches at her sleeve. She looks up from her husband to find Johnny staring at her lips. Then – his mouth is on hers in an instant, making her breath catch and arousal shoot through her in a hot, bright wave. Johnny behaves in contrast to himself sometimes. He’ll keep his eyes down and his moans muted, but then he’ll move with such confidence, such straightforward wanting that Amanda gets wet for it every time.
She moans a little into his mouth, tightening her grip on him for a moment, before loosening again and picking up the pace. Johnny has to break the kiss to take in a gasp of air, gaze drifting from Amanda’s face to her hand on his dick, and then to Daniel underneath him.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he breathes, and does.
His whole body shudders beautifully, soft grunts escaping him as he fucks into Amanda’s hand and his come lands in messy ribbons on Daniel’s chest. Amanda wrings it out of him, getting everything he has to give them and then some. Only when his grunts turn into little hurt sounds does she slow and stop.
Amanda leans down to kiss Daniel, unable to help herself. She nips at his already-bitten lip and slips a hand up to his chest and finds where Johnny’s come sits still warm on Daniel. She runs her finger through it before rubbing it into one of Daniel’s hard nipples, making him whine into her mouth.
The kiss makes her hot all over, greedy to eat up the sounds Daniel makes. She finds she’s on her forearms above Daniel, twisted awkwardly at the waist. Johnny, recovered somewhat, rests a big hand on her waist briefly before he shifts, moving off Daniel. Amanda looks up at him and he gives her a sheepish smile. She grins back.
“Mind if I, uh, stick around while you guys…?” Johnny asks, and now he’s the one kneeling to the side, watching, languid and soft and relaxed as she’s only seen him after sex.
Amanda looks back down at Daniel. Daniel meets her eyes, his own sparkling, and she knows they’re on the same page. Amanda moves to straddle Daniel properly, breath hitching when she feels how hard he is. She remembers that Johnny was just here, feeling exactly this, and has to take a slow breath to get her heart back under control.
“Oh, Johnny,” she says, smiling smugly at Daniel before looking Johnny in the eye, “I’m not done with you yet.”