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The sound of the door closing behind the three of them is unnaturally loud.
So, we’re actually going to do this.
“It really was the two of you,” Olly says. He looks around the room like he is searching for evidence of their lovemaking, but the bed is made and there is nothing untoward giving away their activities except maybe the customary vial on the bedside table.
“Easthies claims he didn’t leave the window open on purpose, but I’m not inclined to agree,” Qifrey says. He’s watching Easthies who is losing no time and slipping out of his clothes. When he is naked, he starts undressing Qifrey, making sure to throw Olly an occasional look.
“You saw right through me,” the Knight admits with a little laugh as he unbuttons Qifreys robe. With a rustle it falls to the floor, followed by his pants.
Naked, Qifrey steps in front of Olly who is trying very hard not to look at his friend’s body for now. “Let me help you with this.” He pulls Olly’s shirt over his head and spies Easthies behind him, getting to work on his belt. Good. Qifrey has no idea how that works and Easthies has a knack for figuring out things like that.
Instead, Qifrey reaches for Olly’s face, tentatively tilting it up, and for the first time they really, truly kiss. No awkward drunk peck that is immediately broken, but an actual kiss. A dangerously good one. Olly’s beard tickles a little and Qifrey smiles. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”
“Sharing me with Easthies?” Olly raises an eyebrow.
“For you.” Qifrey sighs.
Easthies has made short work of the belt and quickly gets rid of the rest of Olly’s clothes. Olly swallows as he steps back and finally looks at Qifrey in all his glory. “Beautiful,” he whispers. “I knew you would be.” Qifrey takes a moment to enjoy the blush on Olly’s face, before things turn more serious.
As expected Easthies takes control and Qifrey is both thankful and apprehensive. There is a dangerous glint in his eyes when he orders Qifrey to sit on the edge of the bed and Olly, who immediately understands their dynamic, looks to the Knight for guidance. He puts a hand on Olly’s cheek, mirroring Qifrey without kissing him. Inwardly Qifrey breathes a sigh of relief. “And you I want to see on your knees,” Easthies says instead.
Olly obeys and kneels between Qifrey’s legs, licking his lips. He looks up at Qifrey, waiting for further instructions.
“I think you understand the task at hand, Olly, but don’t worry, I will guide you.” To do so he kneels behind Olly, looking over his shoulders at Qifrey with a mischievous grin. He buries his hand in Olly’ hair and pulls. With his lips next to Olly’s ear and his burning red eyes looking at Qifrey he whispers: “Open your mouth. And go slowly.”
If Qifrey hadn’t already been turned on this sight would have been enough to do the trick immediately. The defiant but aroused look on Olly’s face as Easthies guides his head to Qifrey’s dick while at the same time making sure to keep eye contact immediately burns itself into his mind. Soft, warm lips close around him and that first contact alone is almost enough to undo him. “Slowly,” Easthies reminds Olly when he sees Qifrey’s face.
Qifrey leans back on the bed a little as Easthies lets go and Olly gets to work. He tries to concentrate on the blue eyes behind those long lashes looking up at him, watching his reaction as he takes him in deeper, but he is also aware of Easthies doing the same, ostensibly to guide Olly. That Qifrey lasts any time at all is a miracle. Olly is restrained at first but gets faster when Easthies urges him on. “You’re doing very well,” Easthies praises him after some time. “I knew you’d be a fast learner. Isn’t he, Qifrey?” But the only answer Qifrey is capable of is a deep moan.
Qifrey can feel and Easthies can tell that he is close to his orgasm, which is evident from the sinister smile on his face and the fact that he’s grabbing Olly’s head and holding it in place as Qifrey’s breathing becomes hitched. “Such a good boy,” Easthies whispers and the words and Olly’s unexpected moan at the praise are enough to take him over the edge. Olly’s eyes widen and he does his best to swallow it all. Easthies lets go of his head and Olly comes up for air.
“Stars,” Olly gasps. Easthies grabs his chin to turn his head and Qifrey almost flinches, thinking he is going to kiss him after all, but he only licks off what has spilled over Olly’s lips. Fuck. If Easthies keeps this up, they will be here doing this all night.
“I take it you enjoyed that,” Easthies says to no one in particular, letting go of Olly’s chin and getting up. “Now.” He motions for Olly to stand up as well, who does so on shaky legs. He seems to have warmed a little to Easthies’ ordering him around. “Why don’t you lie down on the bed, so we can continue.”
Qifrey is still trying to catch his breath. He had no idea the three of them would make such an intoxicating mix but Easthies knowing what he wants is definitely helping. He feels Olly lie down and get comfortably behind him as Easthies bends down for a slow long kiss. “Are you ready for me?” Easthies whispers in his ear and he has a feeling the Knight is keeping an eye on Olly over his shoulder as he does so. Although his body is still buzzing from his orgasm, Qifrey nods. “Then I want you on your hands and knees over him. Makes sure he sees.” Oh Stars. Qifrey nods again and turns around on the bed to crawl over Olly.
Olly is watching him curiously, admiring the way his body moves as he comes up. As Easthies walks around the bed they kiss and Qifrey gets a taste of himself on Olly’s lips. “Did you enjoy that?” Olly asks quietly as if they are the only two people in the room.
“It was perfect,” Qifrey answers making sure Easthies can hear.
Olly grins. “I loved seeing your face.”
“If you enjoyed that you should pay close attention now.” Easthies has gone into position behind Qifrey and he can feel a slicked finger probing at him already. “And don’t you dare touch yourself, Olly. We will take care of that later. But first you watch and learn.”
Qifrey sinks onto his elbows, and Olly interlaces the fingers of one hand with his. The other hand is cupping his cheek, his thumb caressing Qifrey’s lips. Their faces are only inches away from each other when Qifrey feels Easthies finish his preparations and pressing his dick against him. His lips part and his tongue admits Olly’s thumb. It is wider, rougher than Easthies’ slender fingers. He closes his mouth around it and sucks on it as Easthies slowly pushes inside.
The feeling is intense. His recent orgasm means his body is still overstimulated, a fact Easthies now shamelessly uses against him to make him gasp and whine. Olly cranes his neck to drink in the sounds that fall from his lips and squirms below him, their lips touching in half kisses. Easthies grabs Qifrey’s other hand and holds on tight as he mercilessly fucks into him. Qifrey is caught between the two men, the centre of their worlds. Olly watches him reverently, like he is committing the sight to memory.
It doesn’t take long for Easthies’ hand to clench tightly. With a last thrust and a drawn-out moan, he comes in Qifrey. He rests on his back for a moment, their sweaty bodies heaving, Olly’s tongue tasting Qifrey’s lips until Easthies pulls out and they collapse on opposite sides on the bed, catching their breath.
Olly’s hand is still holding onto Qifrey and he pulls it close for an almost chaste kiss. “I think I learned a lot,” he says with a grin, his head turned to look at Easthies.
“A real prodigy,” Easthies says with a deep laugh. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a model student.” But when he reaches over, Qifrey’s hand darts out first. His fingers wrap possessively around Olly’s dick and his look tells Easthies that he is the one who wants to do this. Easthies shrugs and lies on his side to watch them.
Now it is Qifrey’s turn to observe as he starts stroking Olly lightly. Immediately there is a blissful look on his face, and he bites his bottom lip. It feels a little awkward with Easthies in the background, but he makes no attempts to interfere, although one of his hands is lying on Olly’s thigh. Qifrey watches closely how Olly reacts to different speeds and pressures and is surprised when he is much less vocal than what he is used to from Easthies. His moans are scarce, but when they come, they are deep and long, almost self-indulgent.
His breathing quickens and Qifrey adjusts his speed to match but he almost stops in surprise when Olly grabs Easthies hand on his thigh and makes it unambiguously clear he wants him to join. Out of the corner of his eye Qifrey sees Easthies arch his eyebrows but obey. His fingers wrap around Qifrey’s. Their eyes meet. Olly’s lips tremble. His hips lean into their movement. His back arches and with the most beautiful breathless moan Qifrey has ever heard he comes all over their hands and his belly.
They lie still for a moment, listening to Olly’s breathing, slowly realising what they’ve done. Easthies brushes Olly’s sweaty hair out of his face and looks at him like he’s seeing him for the first time. “I think I understand it now,” he says with a grin.