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“Bad idea.”
In the couple years they’d been together, Berwald had never been this close to outright rejecting one of Sigve’s sexual propositions. He had asked for them to do some strange things, but Berwald was usually laidback when it came to that sort of stuff. He was up for almost anything as long as his partner was happy. This though… This was something that crossed a line.
“I agree with Sve.” Magnus looked like he was thinking the same thing. He was eyeing the door like he was about to storm out and never speak of this ever again. It wouldn’t be the first time. But Sigve was having none of this. He was standing between the two taller men in that pretty set of violet lingerie Berwald let him pick out last Christmas. Now it would have to be burned.
“C’mon, guys.” Sigve himself looked rather pleased. A hint of mischief glimmered in his eye. Berwald would be sure to pound that out of him later. “You’ve been at each other’s throats lately. I think a good fucking would help clear things up.”
“No,” Berwald stated bluntly. He and Magnus hadn’t slept together in decades and that was only because they were drunk. The last time sober was way back during Kalmar. He was not reliving that.
“Agreed.” Magnus glared at him and Ber couldn’t help but return it. They had been more aggressive lately. There could’ve been a lot of reasons, but Berwald knew the right answer. Jealousy. Sigve and him had recently had their second anniversary of getting together. Tino and Emil had thrown them a small party for it even though Ber and Sigve had asked them not to. It had been fun, but it opened up an old wound that hadn’t quite healed. Magnus. “Not that I like agreeing with someone as stubborn and idiotic as him.”
“Shut up, Dane.” Berwald spat back. Magnus took a step forward. If it were anyone else, Magnus would’ve been an intimidating presence. But neither Berwald nor Sigve cared much. That didn’t stop him getting in Berwald’s face, though.
“You shut up you coward.” Lately, they’d been taking any excuse to fight each other. Any reson to run the other through. It was starting to affect their work, not to mention their relationships with Sigve. “I bet you’re just scared I’ll fuck Sig so good he’ll dump you for me.”
“Watch your mouth.” Berwald wanted to headbutt him. He was in headbutting range. But then Sigve shuffled his way between them and put his hands on Ber’s chest.
“No one is dumping anyone.” He assured. “Sex is fun and a good stress reliever. That’s it. The two of you are also very good at it. I thought it would be something to try.”
Berwald sighed through his nose. He wasn’t fully convinced, but that was… fine. He could try. If only to please his lover and make things easier during meetings.
“I am not letting that guy fuck me, Sig.” Magnus crossed his arms, bitterness evident in his eyes. Berwald fought to not roll his. The Dane had always been slow on the uptake.
“That’s fine.” Sigve turned around to give Magnus that look. The seductive bedroom eyes that never failed to get Berwald in the mood. Apparently they worked on Magnus, too. “I’ll be in the middle.”
“Okay,” Magnus said breathlessly. The two of them stripped down to nothing on Sigve’s command and stood side by side. Berwald couldn’t help but glance down at his old friend’s cock. Even flaccid, it was impressive. Uncut. A little on the thicker side, too. His mouth watered at the sight of it, but he forced himself to look away. He’d be damned if he was touching Magnus’ cock tonight.
“Like what you see?” Magnus had caught him. Shit.
“‘m still bigger.” Berwald muttered. He didn’t mean to pick a fight, but he did not want to deal with the embarrassment of getting caught staring.
“You little-”
“You two,” Sigve eyed both men hungrily from his spot on the bed. “Come here.”
Like a pair of obedient dogs, Berwald and Magnus did as they were told. Magnus went left, Ber went right, and they settled on either side of him. Neither of them wasted much time. Berwald attacked his lover’s neck as Magnus kissed Sigve deeply. Fine with sharing, Berwald didn’t mind that Magnus went first. After all, Sigve was his at the end of the day.
Jealousy, however, was not completely impossible for him. As Magnus gained access to Sigve’s tongue and made him moan, he felt a pang of it spike through him. In a small act of revenge, Berwald slipped his hand up the purple lace of Sigve’s lingerie and rolled his nipples in between his fingers. Sig gasped in surprise, breaking the kiss as his head fell back.
Magnus glared at him. Berwald stared back as he sucked a hickey into his lover’s neck. Neither of them were going to have fun if they made this a competition.
“Want me to prepare you?” Magnus slipped down the bed a bit so that he was face to face with Sigve’s hardening cock.
“Already prepared.” The Norwegian moaned. Berwald met his eye and raised an eyebrow. In their escapades together, Sigve never prepared himself first. It was part of the fun for them. But Sigve just winked at him and smirked. He’d probably done that for his sake. Without the prep, this could go a lot quicker if they needed it to. Berwald gave his lover a small, grateful smile and pushed him down on the bed. “Just fuck me already.”
Magnus shrugged, unperturbed, and grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand. Sigve must’ve planted that earlier. They weren’t exactly home right now.
The Dane coated his cock with the viscous substance, pumped himself to full hardness, and then lined himself up. Berwald, meanwhile, sat so that Sigve’s head was in his lap. He remembered all too well how rough Magnus could be. He wanted to be ready to jump in if it became too much.
He watched Sigve’s face as Magnus entered him. His lover’s eyes unfocused and his mouth dropped open in a small “o”. Beautiful , Berwald thought. Breathtaking . The scrunch of his eyebrows and the sex induced flush that started creeping down his neck. Berwald ought to watch more often if it got him views like this.
“Feeling okay?” Magnus was looking at Sigve with brittle self control and adoration. Again, Berwald felt a spike of jealousy, but he curbed it. He knew that Magnus was still in love with Sigve, but he always would be. He also wasn’t a big enough idiot to expect anything more from the Norwegian outside of tonight. Berwald could trust him with that much, so he might as well start enjoying this.
“Mm. Yes .” Sigve breathed, wiggling his hips. Even with the lack of foreplay, he was feeling it. Berwald remembered back in Kalmar, when they’d do this type of thing regularly, that Sigve was quick to start then too. It must’ve been the attention. The competition. He was no damsel in distress, but he enjoyed being fought over. “ Move .”
Magnus groaned and gripped Sigve by the hips. With a warning glance to Ber, he dragged Sigve to the edge of the bed and stood. Only then did he allow himself to move in short, casual thrusts.
Berwald watched them for a little while, taking in the sights and sounds. Sigve’s little gasps and Magnus’ occasional grunts. The sound of skin slapping as the Dane grew a little rougher with each thrust. Sigve watched Berwald with an open mouth and glassy eyes. He swallowed thickly as arousal flooded him. He hadn’t expected to like this, but now he wanted nothing more than to join in.
“Ber…” Sigve begged, licking his lips. It was all he needed to spur into action.
He crawled over and lined his cock up with Sigve’s lips. The Norwegian smiled, hornily blissed out, and lolled his tongue out to lap at his head. Berwald sucked in a breath at the sensation. Grabbing Sigve’s head gently. He moved it back so that his mouth was easier to reach. Face fucking was already difficult sitting down, but Sigve was on his back. He’d have to be careful not to hurt him.
Berwald thrust his cock into Sigve’s mouth. His lover moaned in delight, toes curling as Berwald rolled his hips further and further down his throat. The moaning got louder as Magnus, not to be outdone, fucked into Sigve harder. He must’ve felt so good to be skewered between them like this. His two greatest loves. The best fucks he’d ever had. All his again for one night.
The thought of this drove Berwald a little mad. He thrust a little faster, trying to keep himself synchronized with Magnus’ own. Sigve had wanted this. It was fun for him. It made him feel sexy and beautiful and wanted. That turned Berwald on. He wanted nothing more than for the love of his life to feel good.
He looked up at Magnus blurry eyed. The man was feeling it, too. His mouth hung open in small groans. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He looked so sexy as well. There may be no love between him and Berwald anymore, but the Swede could admit this.
He wanted him. It was that simple. There would never be anything else between them, but fuck did Berwald crave his cock inside him. His tongue against his.
Careful not to hurt Sigve, Berwald shuffled to his knees and reached over. He grabbed the Dane by the hair to pull him down into a kiss. It was rough, open mouthed, but Magnus did not pull away. They fought for dominance, their tongues battling each other in a flurry of teeth and lust.
Eventually, they pulled away. Staring at each other in a daze. Their thrusting had gotten sloppy, but returned full force once they had their wits about them. Sigve, though he couldn’t see it, seemed to know what happened. Despite having a mouth full of cock and Berwald’s balls in his face, he smiled triumphantly.
“Hey, Ber.” Magnus panted, his thrusts slowing down. “Wanna…”
Berwald nodded and pulled out of Sigve’s mouth. He was ready to do just about anything.
Just a few moments later, he somehow found himself on his back, Magnus between his legs and Sigve hovering over their cocks. Was he going to take them at the same time? Fuck.
Magnus went first, sliding into Sigve’s waiting hole easily. He then grabbed Berwald’s cock. It made the Swede jump a little. Magnus’ hand was different from his or Sigve’s. It was rougher, larger, and had calluses where his did not.
Magnus pumped him a few times, coating him with a liberal amount of lube, and then lined him up against his own cock. Sigve watched all of this with a fucked out smile. He knew. He knew that Berwald was enjoying this now. All of them were.
Sigve sunk down on the new addition with a broken groan. Accommodating the extra thickness had to be a little painful at first, but soon he was gasping in delight. He balanced himself on Berwald’s chest as he bounced prettily on both their cocks. The tightness, the heat, the feeling of Magnus’ cock against his. It was all a little overwhelming. Berwald found himself rolling his hips up into his lover without meaning to. Magnus joined him, trying to match his rhythm. They were just slightly off, but Sigve didn’t mind.
The Norwegian’s mouth hung open, his cock hard and red against Berwald’s stomach. He looked like he might come any minute now. Selfishly, Berwald wanted to comply.
With Magnus’ hands controlling Sigve’s hips, Berwald’s slipped up to his neck. Finding those arteries, he squeezed. Sigve gasped, loving the lightheaded feeling as it quickly overtook him. His hips began to stutter. His climax hurtling closer and closer as he fucked himself on them in earnest. Magnus, finally understanding what Berwald was trying to do, reached between them and started jerking Sig off in earnest.
It didn’t take much time after that. With a silent scream, Sigve came. He coated Berwald’s stomach with his cum as his hole tightened around them. Berwald gasped in pleasure, loving the feeling, but it hadn’t been quite enough to push him over the edge. Magnus appeared to be the same.
The moment Ber let go of Sigve’s neck, the man collapsed onto his chest. He sucked in heavy breaths and dug his nails into Berwald’s shoulders, but Ber didn’t really notice. He was watching Magnus. The Dane was staring at him, his brows furrowed while he had some sort of mental battle with himself. As Sigve began pressing open mouthed kisses to the Swede’s neck, Magnus looked like he made up his mind about something.
Unceremoniously, Magnus pulled out of Sigve and dropped to his knees. Berwald had half a mind to sit up, but then something touched his entrance. He gasped, not expecting it. The object, he realized, was a finger. Magnus was trying to open him up. He wanted to fuck him. Much to Berwald’s surprise, he was very open to that idea.
As the Dane fingered him open bit by bit, Sigve sucked at his neck and toyed with his chest. His wasn’t as sensitive as Sigve’s was, but the sensation of being groped always got him going.
When Magnus could comfortably scissor three fingers inside of him, he decided that was enough. He pulled out and stood up. Sigve rolled off of Ber as well. The three looked between each other, wondering what the next best step was, when Berwald decided to take action. He rolled onto his stomach and got on his hands and knees. Magnus, taking this as an invitation, climbed onto the bed and lined himself up.
“ Berwald ,” Sigve sighed as he sat in front of him. It was his turn to watch Magnus take him apart. “Are you enjoying this?”
Magnus pushed inside of him and Berwald moaned. It felt so good to be penetrated like this. And that was enough of an answer for Sigve.
After a few shallow thrusts, Magnus began fucking him in earnest. He was much rougher with Berwald than he was with Sigve, setting a punishing pace that had the Swede grunting with every collision. Good. He loved it.
Sigve placed a soft kiss against Berwald’s gasping lips before he was suddenly being ripped upwards. Magnus had looped his arms under his and pulled him up. The new position arched his back and had Magnus’ cock slamming into that spot inside of him. He cried out in surprise and tried thrusting backwards, trying to chase that high.
Not one to be left out, Sigve crawled forward and settled himself in front of Berwald’s leaking cock. Happily, he lapped and kissed it. Sucking at the tip and the underside of the head, then dipping in to roll his balls with his tongue.
The dueling sensations were too much for him. He could feel his orgasm barreling towards him. He’d be pushed over any second.
Suddenly, a hand was on his jaw and Magnus’ mouth was on his. Their tongues immediately met and swirled around each other. No longer were they fighting, but dancing in a lustful daze. The thought of it is what sent Berwald over.
He came, coating Sigve’s face and waiting tongue in his cum. That sight alone was what sent Magnus over. His rhythm faltered as he rolled and humped into Berwald, filling him with his semen. Their kiss separated with a wet squelch as they gasped into each other’s mouths. Their glazed over eyes met one another and it hit both of them all at once. They had really done that.
Magnus let Berwald down gently and pulled out of him. With not much energy left, Berwald collapsed onto his back. Magnus laid down next to him and Sigve inched down to curl into Berwald’s available side. They laid there in silence for a long while, processing what had just happened.
“Fuck.” Magnus finally hissed. Berwald hummed in agreement. Fuck indeed.
“Glad you guys enjoyed it.” Somewhat giggling, Sigve nuzzled Berwald’s chest and closed his eyes. They should probably clean up, but he was feeling pretty tired. A small nap wouldn’t hurt.
Magnus groaned and covered his face. He was acting like this was the end of the world, which Berwald found both endearing and annoying. It was very “Magnus” though.
Berwald turned his head to look at him and they made eye contact.
“We should do this again.” He mumbled, surprising the both of them. But then again, this was too good to only do once. After a long staring contest, Magnus sighed.
“Yeah, fine.” He conceded, trying and failing to sound put off by the suggestion. “Good sex is hard to come by anyway.”
Berwald could feel Sigve smirking against his chest. This had been his plan from the beginning. They’d have to talk about it later, but right now, Berwald needed a shower and some sleep. Luckily, this bed was big enough for three.
“C’mon,” he got up and pulled Sigve with him. “Shower.”
Magnus sat up and watched as Ber practically dragged his lover towards the bathroom. He looked so awkward there all alone on the bed. Berwald couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“Comin’?” They made eye contact. Magnus smirked.