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Egg adjusted the green apron of the flower shop with a tired sigh. The golden afternoon sun streamed through the large windows, illuminating the bouquets of white roses, fragrant lilies, and the small violets he had carefully arranged that morning. At 19, he had built a routine that was all his own: waking up before six, watering the plants, greeting customers with that sweet smile that won everyone over, closing the books at the end of the day, and returning to the small rented apartment he paid for with great effort.
No one who looked at him would ever imagine the truth.
Behind those wavy, almost curly white hair, those big, innocent blue eyes, and that soft, brown skin, there was a boy who carried a mischievous secret.
He was no longer the shy little girl from kindergarten. He had come out as trans, facing glances, comments, and difficulties that still hurt sometimes. But he never regretted it. Mainly because two people never cared about that. In fact, they desired him even more after he came out.
Egg wiped his hands on his apron and looked at the clock. Almost six in the evening, still 40 minutes to go. His heart was already beating faster than usual. He had arranged to meet someone later… actually, two “someones.” They had both messaged almost at the same time, asking to talk in person. Egg thought it was strange but didn't suspect a thing. After all, they were Wemmbu and Flame. His boys.
He swallowed hard, feeling his face heat up just thinking about them.
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Wemmbu
The name brought an avalanche of memories. They had known each other since kindergarten. When Egg was still a small, quiet girl, Wemmbu was the loud-mouthed boy with purple hair who defended her on the playground with clenched fists. “No one messes with my Egg!” he would shout, even though he was only six. Years later, when Egg came out, Wemmbu just supported him, simply stayed there, affectionate, protective, and increasingly intense.
The first time they had sex was on a rainy night, in his messy room. Egg had just turned 17, Wemmbu was 16, the room smelled of cheap weed and cheap perfume. Egg was patient, loving. He taught him everything.
He taught him how to suck slowly, licking the sensitive head, holding the base firmly. He taught him how to prepare him with his fingers, how to find that spot that made a man moan loud. And when Wemmbu finally entered him, shaking all over, sweat dripping down his forehead, Egg moaned his name like a prayer:
— Wemmbu… deeper… like that!~…
Wemmbu came so hard he almost passed out, burying his face in Egg’s neck as he pulsed inside him. Ever since, he called Egg “my personal paradise.” He was the kind of guy who showed up disheveled, with his school uniform crumpled, but always with that mischievous, possessive smile just for him.
Egg bit his lower lip, feeling his body react just to the memories.
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Flame.
Flame was completely different. Intense, almost dangerous in the way he loved.
They met in the first year of high school, at the public library downtown. Flame needed to recover a low grade in History. Egg, who volunteered there, saw that brown-skinned boy with long curly hair and a serious expression flipping through the wrong book. In less than a month, Egg turned his work into something brilliant. The 16-year-old boy managed to pass the year.
That same night, after handing in the work, Egg decided to give him a bigger gift.
In Flame's small room, Egg mounted him slowly. Hands resting on his defined chest, going down centimeter by centimeter until he took it all. Flame held his waist tightly, eyes wide with desire, murmuring nonstop:
— You're perfect… fucking perfect…
Egg rode him slowly at first, grinding deliciously, then faster, moaning his name as Flame filled him completely, hitting deep. It was the first time Flame felt like someone truly saw him. Ever since, he was obsessed, possessive to the core.
Egg had taught them both.
How to touch a man. How to make a man moan loud. How to give real pleasure. And now they both wanted more. They wanted him whole.
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Egg was just finishing closing up the flower shop when the bell on the door chimed.
Wemmbu entered first.
Purple hair, straight and long, messy in the way Egg loved, a denim jacket open over a tight black shirt that marked his shoulders and chest, which had filled out quite a bit in recent years. He held a small bouquet of daisies mixed with blue flowers, Egg's favorites. He had a confident, almost arrogant smile on his face.
— Yio, Egg! You free? — he asked, his voice husky and excited.
Egg felt his face heat up instantly.
— Wemmbu… you said you were coming later…
Before Egg could finish the sentence, the bell chimed again.
Flame entered.
Impeccable school uniform, long, curly dreads well-cared for, a serious expression that softened the instant his eyes met Egg's. In his hands, an elegant bouquet of white flowers with touches of orange and yellow, warm colors, just like him.
The two looked at each other at the same time.
The air inside the flower shop became dense, charged. Wemmbu frowned, his smile disappearing fast.
— What the fuck are you doing here, dude?
Flame didn't look away. His voice came out low, controlled, but with a sharp edge:
— Came to talk to Egg. The same as you, apparently.
Egg stood paralyzed between them, his heart hammering in his chest. His face was bright red. The two boys he had taught were there, well-dressed, holding bouquets, clearly with the same intention.
Wemmbu stepped forward, looking at Egg with that possessive way of someone who had known him since childhood.
— Egg… how about we go to that garden you like so much? Just the two of us, like always.
Flame tightened his grip on the bouquet, his voice low and intense:
— Yio, why don't we go to that aquarium you love? It's quieter… better than a crowded garden.
Egg swallowed hard, his legs weak. He felt his body heat up, his breath short. The two knights he had trained himself were standing in front of him, staring each other down, full of jealousy and desire, waiting for an answer.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
The silence was deafening, the two bouquets, the two intense gazes, the two dominant presences filling the small space of the flower shop. Wemmbu with his possessive smile and Flame with that silent intensity that burned. He couldn't choose. He couldn't even form a sentence.
That's when the back door opened with a soft click.
— Chan, not closed yet? — the deep, calm voice echoed through the shop, cutting the tension like a sharp blade.
Minute appeared.
He was much older than the three of them — probably in his late 30s or early 40s, although his appearance was hard to pin down. Tall, thin, with skin of a nearly ashy-dark gray that seemed to absorb the light around him. His eyes were completely white, no visible irises. A voidling. One of the last of his kind still walking among humans without drawing much attention.
He wore a well-fitted black dress shirt and dark pants, the green flower shop apron tied elegantly around his waist. Even working with flowers, Minute always had an air of someone commanding something much bigger.
Wemmbu and Flame turned at the same time, surprised by the man's imposing presence. The air seemed to grow colder.
Minute observed the scene for a second, the two well-dressed boys, the bouquets, Egg's red face, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his thin lips.
— I see we have... important visitors — he said, his voice low and velvety, almost hypnotic. His white eyes passed over Wemmbu and Flame as if he were reading every one of their intentions. — Egg, you're off early today. I'll close the shop.
Egg blinked, relieved and embarrassed at the same time.
— M-Minute... you don't have to...
— I insist — the voidling interrupted softly, approaching the counter. He placed a large, cold hand on Egg's shoulder. — You've worked too much this week. Go with your... friends.
Wemmbu frowned, clearly bothered by how Minute touched Egg.
— Hey, who's this guy?
Flame remained quiet, but his eyes narrowed, analyzing the voidling with suspicion.
Minute turned to them with supernatural calm, the smile never leaving his face.
— I'm the owner of this flower shop. And Egg's boss for almost two years. — He tilted his head slightly. — And you must be the ones who've been occupying his head quite a bit lately. Interesting.
The tone was polite, but there was something underneath, an authority that made even Wemmbu hesitate. Voidlings had an aura. As if the emptiness inside them could swallow any foolish fight if they wanted.
Egg felt Minute's fingers squeeze his shoulder slightly, as if to say "breathe."
— Boys... — Egg finally managed to speak, his voice low and shy. — I... didn't expect you both to come at the same time.
Wemmbu stepped forward, still holding the bouquet of blue daisies.
— Egg, I've known you forever. Him — he pointed at Flame — barely came into your life. I'm the one who's always been here.
Flame replied in the same low, intense tone:
— Knowing him since childhood doesn't mean you deserve him more than I do. I would give him everything.
Minute let out a low, almost inaudible chuckle, as if he found the rivalry between the two adorable and naive.
— How interesting... two young men so in love. — He looked at Egg, his white eyes gleaming slightly. — Eggchan, you don't have to decide anything right now. Why don't you go get some air with them? But don't decide anything important today. You're tired.
Egg nodded quickly, grateful for the intervention. Minute always knew when he needed an exit.
The voidling took the two bouquets from the boys' hands with an almost hypnotic delicacy and placed them in beautiful vases on the counter.
— These flowers will look lovely here. Egg deserves more than a choice made in the heat of the moment.
Wemmbu and Flame exchanged another charged look but ended up stepping back a little in the presence of Minute.
Egg took off his apron slowly, still flushed.
— Alright... we can go out, the three of us together? Just... talk?
Minute gave a slight nod to Egg, almost like silent approval. Before the boy left, the voidling leaned close to his ear and whispered, just for him to hear:
— If you need a more private place later... the back storage room has a comfortable couch. And I can guarantee no one will disturb you.
Egg turned even redder. Minute always knew too much.
As the three left the flower shop — Wemmbu on one side, Flame on the other, and Egg in the middle — the bell chimed again.
Minute was left alone in the shop, watching the three through the window with his white eyes.
A slow smile spread across his face.
— How amusing... — he murmured to himself, adjusting a white rose. — My sweet Eggchan always attracts the most interesting ones.
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The three left the flower shop together, the bell on the door chiming almost like a warning. The afternoon air was still warm, but the atmosphere between them was cold and charged. Egg walked in the middle, feeling small between the two taller bodies. Wemmbu on his right, Flame on his left.
Wemmbu shoved his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket, trying to keep his usual confident smile, but his purple eyes kept shooting sharp glances at Flame.
— So... — Wemmbu began, breaking the silence after a few minutes of walking down the busy street. — You're the famous FlameFrags that Egg mentioned a few times. The library guy.
Flame didn't answer immediately. His curly dreads swayed slightly with his steady stride. He kept a straight posture, his impeccable uniform contrasting with Wemmbu's more casual look.
— And you must be Wemmbu — he replied finally, his voice low and controlled. — The "childhood friend." Egg mentioned you, too.
Egg felt his face burn. He clutched the strap of his small backpack, looking at the ground as the three headed towards the café about a ten-minute walk away — a cozy place called "Petal & Bean," which Egg loved because of the homemade cakes and the quiet corner.
— Boys... please — Egg murmured, his voice sweet and nervous. — It doesn't have to be like this. I didn't expect you both to show up together today. Okay?!
Wemmbu let out a dry, humorless chuckle.
— Neither did I. I just came to ask you to be my boyfriend, you know, after everything we've been through. — He looked directly at the white-haired boy, his tone growing more possessive. — I've known you forever. I watched you grow up, held you when you cried... and fucked you the way you taught me. That's not nothing.
Egg stumbled slightly on the sidewalk. Wemmbu's direct words sent a wave of heat through his body. He remembered the rainy night, Wemmbu's trembling body on top of his, moaning his name as he came.
Flame stopped walking for half a second, his fists clenching at his sides. His voice came out more agitated.
— Knowing him since childhood doesn't give you ownership over him, Wemmbu. — He turned his gaze to Egg, softening a bit. — I saw you when you were helping at the library. I saw how smart you are, how kind... and later I saw how naughty you can be when you want to be. You rode me like you were made for it. I've never felt anything like it. I would kill for you, Egg.
The silence that followed was heavy. The three continued walking, but now the air felt thick. Egg was red to the tips of his ears, his heart racing. He felt his thighs involuntarily press together just from hearing the two of them openly talk about the nights they'd had with him.
— I... taught you both because I like both of you — Egg said quietly, almost ashamed. — You're both important to me. Wemmbu... you've always been my safe haven. Flame... you make me feel desired in such an intense way that it sometimes scares me.
Wemmbu snorted, kicking a pebble on the sidewalk.
— And now? Are you going to choose one? Because I'm not about to share my Egg with anyone. Especially not some guy who barely knows you.
— "Barely knows"? — Flame repeated, his voice getting sharper. — I know the way he moans when he's being fucked in bed. I know how wet he gets when he's excited. That's knowing enough for me.
Egg stopped walking abruptly, covering his face with his hands.
— Oh my god... Shut up! — His voice came out louder than he intended, drawing glances from a few people on the street. — I can't choose... You're different... but I like you both. Is that wrong?
The two boys looked at each other over Egg's head. There was pure jealousy in their eyes, but also something else — a spark of curiosity, maybe even excitement at the idea.
Wemmbu was the first to sigh.
— ...Fuck, Egg. You've always been like this. Too sweet for your own good.
Flame was silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.
— I'm not giving you up. But... if we're going to try something, it won't be easy.
They arrived at the café.
The "Petal & Bean" café was relatively quiet at that hour. Warm lights hung from the ceiling, the smell of freshly ground coffee and freshly baked cakes filled the air. Egg was sitting in the middle of the upholstered sofa, squeezed between the two warm bodies. Wemmbu on the right, Flame on the left. Their legs pressed against his under the small table.
As soon as their orders arrived — a sweet latte with lots of cream for Egg, a pure espresso for Flame, and a chocolate milkshake for Wemmbu — the hands returned.
Wemmbu was first. Calloused fingers slid over Egg's thigh, squeezing the soft flesh over his thin pants. Flame, on the other side, didn't lag behind: his hand went up more slowly.
Egg let out a shaky sigh, holding his cup with both hands to disguise it.
— You... don't have to do this here — he murmured, his voice low and flushed.
— Yes, we do — Wemmbu replied, leaning a little closer, his perfume, something citrusy, invading Egg's space. — After hearing you moan my name so many times, I'm not going to stay quiet while this guy thinks he has the same right.
Flame let out a low laugh, almost a growl, without taking his eyes off Egg.
— I don't think it. I know I do. — His hand squeezed harder, his thumb tracing slow circles on Egg's inner thigh. — Do you remember how nicely you used to touch me, Egg? How you used to grind until I couldn't take it anymore, and you only stopped until I filled you all the way up?
Egg almost dropped his cup. His face was burning, his blue eyes wide. He pressed his thighs together, but that only trapped both their hands even tighter against his body.
— S-stop.. — he pleaded, but his voice came out weak, almost a moan.
Wemmbu leaned closer, speaking near his ear, his voice husky:
— I remember the first time I fucked you. You taught me everything, Egg. Showed me how to open you up with my fingers, how to hit that spot that makes you tremble and beg for more. You were so wet down there, moaning "Wemmbu… deeper… use me." I still get hard just thinking about it.
Flame wasn't left behind.
— And I remember you looking me in the eyes as you went down on my cock. You taught me how to hold your waist just right, how to hit deep while you grinded. You came just from feeling me pulse inside you.
Egg bit his lower lip hard, his entire body hot. Why did those two have to talk about that? He was getting visibly excited. The two boys noticed. And they seemed to like it.
— I can't choose... — Egg confessed, almost whispering. — I love the way Wemmbu makes me laugh and protects me, ever since forever. And I love how Flame makes me feel... desired. You two complete me in different ways.
Wemmbu squeezed his thigh harder.
— Then don't choose. — The phrase came out before he even thought it through. — If you want us both... we'll try. But I'm not going to be nice. If I want to fuck you, I will fuck you. In front of him or not.
Flame looked at Wemmbu over Egg's head, his eyes narrowed in challenge, but also with a spark of interest.
— I'm not holding back either. If Egg wants my cock, he'll get it. And if you want to watch... whatever.
Egg let out a small, low moan, hiding his face in his hands. His heart was beating uncontrollably. The idea of having both of them at the same time, the two boys he had taught to give pleasure, was making him throb inside his pants.
— You're impossible... — he murmured, but there was a shy smile forming on his lips.
Wemmbu finished his milkshake in two big gulps and stood up, reaching his hand out to Egg.
— So let's go. Your place is far. We can go back to the flower shop... Minute said the storage room has a couch.
Flame stood up too, his hand still discreetly on Egg's lower back.
— I vote for the flower shop. Closer. And more privacy.
Egg looked at the two of them, his face red, but his eyes shining with desire and nervousness.
— ...You really want this? The three of us together?
Wemmbu smiled in that way Egg knew so well.
— I want you. If it comes with a package deal, I can handle it.
Flame just nodded, serious and intense as always.
— I don't care who else is there.
Egg took a deep breath and stood up.
— Then let's go... before I change my mind.
The three left the café together, the afternoon air beginning to cool. But the heat between them only grew. As they walked back to the flower shop, Wemmbu and Flame's hands didn't leave Egg's waist and lower back.
Minute, from inside the shop, saw the three approaching through the window.
And he smiled slowly, his white eyes gleaming with curiosity.
The three barely waited for the bell to chime as they re-entered the flower shop. Minute raised an eyebrow at the sight of them but said nothing. He just nodded towards the back of the shop with a subtle smile.
— The storage room is free. There's a big couch back there. Lock the door if you want. And don't take too long!
Egg was as red as one of the red roses in the window display. Wemmbu and Flame needed no further encouragement.
As soon as the storage room door clicked shut, the atmosphere changed completely. The space was small but cozy: shelves full of pots, bags of soil, gardening tools, and in the center, an old but wide and soft couch covered with a clean blanket. The light was low, coming from a yellow hanging lamp.
Wemmbu was the first to act. He pulled Egg by the waist and kissed him hungrily, his tongue invading the sweet boy's mouth. Flame approached from behind, kissing Egg's neck as his hands slid up under his shirt. Leaving marks from hickeys and bites.
— Fuck, Egg... you're already trembling — Wemmbu murmured against his lips, biting the lower one lightly.
Egg let out a small moan, his hands gripping Wemmbu's jacket.
— You two... together... I'm going to freak out..
Flame pulled at the binder Egg wore under his shirt, but gently.
— Let me see all of you today — he whispered, his voice hoarse.
They took Egg's shirt off slowly. The black compressive binder appeared, marking his chest. Egg raised his arms and Flame helped remove the garment, freeing his small, sensitive chest, his nipples already hard. Wemmbu didn't waste time: he lowered his head and sucked one of them eagerly, sucking and licking while Egg arched his back.
— Ahh~... Wemmbu...
Meanwhile, Flame slid his hands down to Egg's pants, unbuttoning them and pulling everything down along with his underwear. Egg's cunt appeared, already wet, its lips swollen and shiny with excitement. The clitoris was visibly sensitive, protuberant.
— Look how wet you are... — Flame grunted, running two fingers through the wet slit and bringing them to his lips to taste. — Always so sweet.
Egg moaned loudly, his legs weakening. Wemmbu held him, sitting on the couch and pulling Egg onto his lap, his back against his chest. Egg's legs were spread over Wemmbu's thighs, completely exposing his dripping cunt.
Wemmbu held his thighs open while Flame knelt on the floor between his legs.
Egg could barely speak.
Flame buried his face in his cunt without warning. His long, hot tongue licked from the perineum to the clitoris, sucking hungrily. Soon two fingers entered the tight entrance slowly, curling to hit the spot Egg had taught him.
— Fuuuuck... Flame... like that!~... — Egg threw his head back against Wemmbu's shoulder.
Wemmbu held Egg's chin, kissing him sideways while one hand pinched his sensitive nipples.
— Look how you're moaning for him, my Egg. So naughty... taught him how to eat your little cunt properly, didn't you?
Egg could only moan, the wet sound of tongue and fingers echoing in the storage room. Flame sucked the clitoris hard, fingers fucking faster, until Egg trembled all over and came for the first time — a hot gush wetting Flame's chin.
— Good girl... I mean, good boy — Wemmbu laughed hoarsely, biting his ear.
They didn't give Egg time to recover. Wemmbu lifted him off his lap and put him on the couch, Flame stood up, already taking off his pants. His cock was thick, veiny, the head glistening with pre-cum. Wemmbu also got rid of his clothes, his cock a bit longer and curved, already drooling.
Egg looked at the two hard cocks in front of him and licked his lips.
— I taught you two how to use these right... now show me.
Flame went first. He grabbed Egg's waist and pushed his cock slowly into the soaked cunt, centimeter by centimeter, until he was all the way in. Egg let out a long moan, squeezing his eyes shut.
— So tight... fuck, Egg...
Wemmbu grabbed the white curly hair and shoved his cock into his mouth.
— Suck it good like the slut you are.
Egg obeyed, sucking eagerly, his tongue swirling around the head as Flame started fucking him hard from behind. The sound of skin slapping filled the storage room. Flame held his waist tightly, hitting deep against the wet cunt.
— That's it... swallow my cock while he fucks you — Wemmbu grunted, fucking Egg's mouth with controlled thrusts.
Egg drooled, tears of pleasure streaming down, his body trembling with every thrust. Flame fucked faster and faster, one hand reaching down to rub his clitoris.
— Come again for me, Egg. I want to feel you squeeze my cock.
Egg came for the second time, his cunt contracting hard around Flame's cock, moaning muffled with Wemmbu's cock in his throat.
They switched positions. Wemmbu lay down on the couch and pulled Egg on top of him, making him sit on his cock slowly. Egg went down grinding, feeling every centimeter open him up.
— Wemmbu... so deep... ahh!
Flame positioned himself behind, applying lube, which Minute had conveniently left nearby, and pressed the head of his cock against the already occupied cunt.
— Relax... I'm going in with him.
Egg's eyes went wide, but he nodded, moaning desperately as Flame pushed in slowly. The two cocks stretching him at the same time, filling his cunt to the limit. Egg trembled all over, tears of pain and pleasure streaming down.
— Too full... you're going to break me...
But he ground anyway, going up and down slowly at first, then faster. The two boys moaned loudly, Wemmbu pinching his nipples, Flame holding his waist and thrusting in sync.
The storage room was filled with wet sounds, moans, and skin slapping. Egg came one more time, his cunt pulsing hard around the two cocks.
Wemmbu was the first to not hold back:
— Egg... I'm going to come inside...
— Me too... — Flame grunted.
They both came almost at the same time, filling Egg's uterus with hot semen, overflowing down his brown thigh. He collapsed between them, his body limp, his swollen vagina dripping.
The three lay there, panting, sweaty, huddled on the couch.
Wemmbu kissed Egg's forehead.
— Fuck... that was...
Flame kissed his shoulder.
— God, that… incredible...
Egg, still trembling, smiled weakly, his voice hoarse:
— I can't feel my legs.
Outside, Minute had heard everything with a satisfied smile, adjusting a flower.
— These young people.
✦
The three lay for long minutes just breathing, bodies intertwined on the storage room couch. The air was warm, smelling of sex, sweat, and a faint perfume of flowers from the shelves. Egg was in the middle, lying on his side, his head on Wemmbu's chest and his back against Flame's chest. His cunt still pulsed slightly, swollen and dripping the mixture of both their cum slowly down his brown thigh.
Wemmbu was the first to move. He kissed the top of Egg's head with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of minutes before.
— Hey... are you okay, my Eggy? — he whispered, his voice hoarse but affectionate. A large hand slowly caressed his back, going down to his lower back.
— Were we too rough at the end... sorry if it hurt — he murmured with genuine concern.
Egg let out a shaky sigh, still with his eyes closed, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.
— I'm... great. Just weak. You guys destroyed me, honestly.
Wemmbu laughed softly and carefully got up, looking for something clean on the shelves. He found a pack of wet wipes and a bottle of water that Minute always left there. Flame helped Egg sit up, leaning him against the back of the couch.
With gentle, affectionate gestures, the two cleaned Egg. Wemmbu wiped the swollen cunt carefully with the wipes, cleaning up the mess with light touches to avoid irritating the sensitive skin. Flame picked up the binder from the floor and helped Egg put it back on, adjusting it delicately so it wouldn't squeeze too much after the exertion.
— Drink — Flame ordered softly, bringing the bottle to Egg's lips. The white-haired boy obeyed, drinking slowly while Wemmbu draped the blanket over the three of them.
Soon the three were cuddled again on the couch, now calmer. Egg in the middle, being pampered. Wemmbu stroked his wavy hair, Flame caressed his thigh under the blanket.
— That was... insane — Egg said after a while, his voice still a little hoarse. — I never imagined it would happen like this. Both of you at the same time.
Wemmbu kissed his forehead.
— Me neither. When I saw Flame walk in with a bouquet just like me, I almost wanted to fight right there. But... fuck, seeing you moan for both of us was one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life.
Flame was silent for a moment, his chin resting on Egg's shoulder.
— I honestly wanted to kill Wemmbu — he confessed. — The idea of sharing you still makes me want to punch something. But... when we were filling you up together, you looked like you were in paradise.
Egg turned his head to look at Flame, then at Wemmbu.
— Aww... You two are getting along!
Wemmbu squeezed him a little tighter, eyes shining.
— Egg, you better be quiet.
Egg then looked at Flame.
— Okay, I agree.
Flame kissed his neck slowly.
— But... I'm willing to try sharing. If it's with him — he nodded towards Wemmbu —, and if we set some rules.
Wemmbu snorted but smiled.
— Rules? Alright, Mr. Perfect. Rule number one: no one fucks Egg without the other knowing. Rule number two: if someone gets too jealous, we talk before fighting. Rule number three... we can try fucking the three of us again, because damn, that was too good!
Egg laughed, the light, sweet sound filling the storage room. He snuggled deeper between them.
— I want to try dating both of you. It's going to be complicated, I know. Different schools, I'll still have to put up with Minute. — He blushed mentioning his boss.
— Minute? — Wemmbu raised an eyebrow.
— He's... Ugh, a gossip. Although he also taught me a lot. He's like a father giving advice to his son, you know?
Flame squeezed Egg's thigh.
— Interesting.
The three laughed softly. Egg closed his eyes, feeling the pleasant tiredness take over.
They stayed there a while longer, exchanging affection and soft kisses. Outside the storage room, Minute finished closing up the flower shop with a satisfied smile, knowing that his little one was finally starting something big. Quite captivating.