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Andrew was gay. Kevin wasn't some exception, wasn't special just because she had a dick. He'd never been attracted to her, and her realization her final year at PSU was eye-opening for them both.
Andrew's attraction wasn't just physical. Finding a label like demisexual was weird for him. Not even questioning his lack of attraction to Kevin due to her not being a man was nothing of the sort.
"Like this woman who used to work at the bar, Marissa. Everyone told me I had to give her a go, she could work wonders. But I couldn't catch the hype."
Kevin had, in her usual fashion, lost her fucking mind. A week-long bender that had Andrew at his wit's end with her antics, wanting to scream at her that it changes nothing. But on the 4th day, Bee's quiet voice murmured, "Nothing changed for you, Andrew."
He let her take whatever avenue she needed to get comfortable with the idea. It took a year before she could refer to herself with feminine pronouns. It took 2 before she was comfortable with Andrew and Neil doing it in private, and she still has yet to mention it to her teammates, let alone the public almost 5 years later.
That was neither here nor there, at this point.
Andrew was gay, yes. Neil was bisexual. Neil had been attached at Kevin's hip before, but once she felt comfortable being herself in private with them, Neil had been unable to get his fill. She was softer around some edges, sneaking estrogen. Exy was a co-ed sport, and the softer jawline and fuller cheeks suited her. Her chest was already two good handfulls of soft muscle, and she decided she was comfortable with it for the time being. She couldn't lose ground on the exy court meeting these standards. Some of her fiercest opponents had muscles more defined than she did, and they were women she would always look up to.
Neil was bisexual, and Andrew enjoyed watching him indulge himself.
Like tonight. Kevin had lost the scrimmage against Neil and Andrew's team. Neil got spoils, and Kevin was always his choice. Andrew didn't mind - he got his junkie's mouth later while he rutted his soft cock against his leg, tears budding in his eyes as he so desperately wanted to be able to show Andrew just how much he enjoyed his cock in his throat. Andrew knew, and he made sure to let Neil know.
Andrew also knew how much Kevin enjoyed "being indulged", as she called it. Getting to dress up in a flowy, lacy nightgown with stockings and bows. Mascara and lipstick, Andrew curling her hair with a flat iron while Neil paced and stared her down. Bright eyes raking across her torso, working himself up in his mind. Biting his lips bloody as he kept his hands and mouth at bay. Slowly hardening with every pass, with every dastardly glance at Kevin's beautiful torso on display for him.
Andrew knew she was beautiful. He didn't have to be attracted to women to know this. But if he had had any doubt in his mind, Neil quashed it with ease. He was nothing but praise for her, whimpered between deep inhales or bitten into her skin. Kevin always enjoyed the praise, soaking it up and basking in it.
He understands, Andrew does, that Kevin laid out with her head in his lap would have much of the general population on their knees. Her once beautifully styled curls a ratted mess, matted from Neil's pulling and petting as he fucked her face. She's pressing in against Andrew's belly, muffling her cries growing louder and louder as Neil finger-fucks her senseless. She's already orgasmed. But, "Like a good girl," Neil said, "You'll be coming twice for me tonight."
Her tears were cold evaporating off of Andrew's skin. Her nails were clutching his hips, biting into his skin over his boxers. She was close enough to his dick that he worried the first few times. Until she'd pushed Neil out of the room to shamefully whisper, "It feels good that you don't get hard." Her unsaid, "It reminds me I'm a woman to you. And that matters." could be felt. Andrew never pushed it again after that. He understood. He could give her that.
And he got a show out of Neil, which he was never going to pass up on.
What a show it was. Neil indulged himself in ways with Kevin he would never be able to with Andrew. Biting, smacking, slapping, choking, shoving, moving, denying - he was in his element with her in a way that sent shivers down Andrew's spine. And gave him tips for what Neil may want from him, in turn.
One thing he could never give, even in dirty talk whispered against his skin in the heat of the moment, was kids. He hated them, despised them, lived in abject horror at the idea of ever having to be responsible for one knowing the horrors this world had to offer - yet, Kevin wanted. Ached. Yearned.
Neil loves making her cry, and he had found a sweet spot with a volatile button to abuse.
"Andrew," he whines for the millionth time. His dick is angry red, leaking against her ass as he ruts against it. His fingers are buried in her, still working her open, still driving her to madness. She's lost the ability to form coherent thoughts since Neil demanded her second orgasm. That's okay. "Andrew, I want. Let me. I want."
"What do you want, puppy?" Andrew asks, his words syrupy sweet. He relishes in the way Kevin clings to him, bracing herself for Neil's reply.
"I wanna get her pregnant, Drew. Wanna fill her up. Wanna make it take. Want. Want it so bad."
His face is red, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He's panting, watching Andrew desperately as he rolls his hips.
Andrew hums thoughtfully before taking a handful of Kevin's hair. He pries her head back and waits for eye contact before he says, "You want his babies, Kev?"
Her responding sob is borderline hysterical. Her nails bite into Andrew's skin, enough to make him hiss annoyance. It's a minute or so before she can whisper, "Yes."
"Say it."
"What?" she chokes out, eyes squeezing shut as Neil's shoulder dips and he no doubt presses against her sweet spot on his next fuck inside. Her jaw drops and she lets out a low noise. "Neil!"
"Tell him what you want, princess. You only get it if you can say it."
She tries. She tries so fucking hard. But Neil is relentless in his want, desperation making her speech impossible. Andrew snaps for his attention.
"Let her speak, puppy."
He pauses, lips dropping down to kiss across her shoulders. His hips do not stop moving, but perhaps the paused assault on her sweet spot would be enough. It takes her more than a few more tries before she manages, "I want your babies, Neil."
"Go ahead," Andrew says. Neil is quick to action, fingers squelching as he pulls them out. He uses the excess to slick up his cock, shuddering almost violently after Andrew says, "She's so fucking wet you don't need any lube, isn't she?"
He can only nod. Kevin is holding onto Andrew with a vice grip. She isn't breathing. He grins victoriously.
"She's fucking soaked thinking about you knocking her up."
Kevin's moan is muffled against Andrew's stomach, but Neil makes a quiet, happy sound. His arm is around her waist, fingers no doubt wrapped around her clit, and he mutters, "Soaked, Drew." Confirmation. Not that Andrew needed it. He knew what made them both tick.
"You gonna give her what she wants, then? She got dressed up for you and everything. She's going to come twice, and it's going to be because she's so fucking desperate to get knocked up. Isn't it, Kev?" Andrew has yanked her hair to free her face again. She sobs, blinking away black tears as she struggles to breathe. Neil is fucking her relentlessly, fist matching his hips' pace. He's biting at her shoulders, eyes squeezed shut. Andrew knows he's close. "Kev, he's trying so hard. It won't take if you don't come with him. You can do it. I know you want it. Neil wants it, too. You gonna be a good girl and give it to him?"
Kevin's entire body seizes up. Neil curses loudly, fucking into her with renewed fervor.
"She's soft," he gasps out. "She wants it so bad. She's soft, a-and-" Andrew's grin renders Neil mute. He whines, jaw dropped, drool falling. His eyes are glassy. "A-Andrew..."
"Go ahead, puppy. Fill her up. Give her what she wants."
Kevin turns her head and whispers in a voice so hoarse and fucked out it's barely aduible: "Get me pregnant."
Neil plasters himself to her backside, hips working in short fast ruts before he sinks his teeth into the meat of Andrew's palm when he finally orgasms. He reaches with his fingers to stroke Neil's cheek, watching him with thinly veiled want. It's his turn next, Neil's already gently shouldering Kevin out of his lap, lips parted as he whispers Andrew's name.
Kevin sits up and presses into Andrew's side, drowsily mumbling agreements to every bit of praise delivered through gritted teeth as Neil takes care of him. She kisses his cheek after, holding his shoulders as Neil presses against his chest. Her warm arms envelop them and Andrew sets a mental reminder to tell her later how maternal this feels. It's fucked up, sure, but what about their dynamic isn't? He feels safe like this, wrapped in her arms with Neil in his lap.
She's already a good mother.