Work Text:
They both know exactly what Kevin wants by the look on his face when he gets home, but they do really enjoy making him ask for it.
Jeremy sees the way Kevin looks at them, eyes scanning them up and down. He greets them quietly with his head around the corner, eyebrows knitted together, his jaw set tight. After they wave, he disappears back into the foyer to drop his coat and shoes. Jeremy taps Jean, silently asking if he saw the same thing, and he nods when their eyes meet. Jean had been falling asleep on Jeremy’s chest, but he already looks much more awake after seeing the state of Kevin.
Kevin returns, lingering at the edge of the room with his arms crossed. Jeremy isn’t sure if he’s going to tell them or if they’ll have to pull it out of him tonight. It always depends on how bad his day was. Jeremy isn’t sure he should ask.
His eyes dart between them and the movie they’re halfway through, shoulders rigid. Jeremy prods, “Kev, come sit down.”
“Okay,” Kevin agrees, still looking frustrated. Jeremy scoots back further into the couch to make room for Kevin to squeeze beside him, but he stops at the edge, looking down at them. “Can you sit up?”
It takes a second for Jean to get his bearings, but he climbs off of Jeremy after a moment, rubbing his eyes. Jeremy sits up too, throwing his legs off of the couch, leaving a little space between the two of them for Kevin to crawl into. Jean wraps his arms around Kevin and pulls him into it, finally kissing him hello now that he’s in reach. The simple action relaxes Kevin’s shoulders slightly, but it’s not enough. He’s going to need something more.
Jeremy watches them, the way Kevin leans into Jean to deepen the kiss, the way Jean wraps his arms entirely around Kevin. They saw Kevin when he came home for lunch, but the two of them are always so cute, clinging to each other to say hello. Jeremy cards his fingers through Kevin’s hair, then Jean’s, until they separate. Kevin turns to him next, practically climbing into his lap to kiss him.
Their lips meet, Kevin’s soft and tasting of mint, but the tension held in his body is still very noticeable. Jeremy rests his hand on Kevin’s nape to pull him closer, kissing at his bottom lip before pulling back to look at him. Kevin tries to follow, to slip his tongue into Jeremy’s mouth, but Jeremy stops him.
Kevin drops his head to Jeremy’s shoulder with a heavy, sad sigh.
“Are you going to tell us what’s wrong?” Jeremy asks, not willing to wait him out tonight. “Or ask for what you need?”
Jean takes Kevin’s hand in his, playing gently with his fingers. “How were your meetings and interviews today?”
“Bad,” Kevin huffs. Jeremy looks behind Kevin at Jean as he cups the back of Kevin’s head, watching his other partner frown, too. “I should have stayed home and taken the day off with both of you like we planned.”
“We have the whole long weekend still with no practices,” Jean says, scooting forward more to squish Kevin between them. Jeremy swings one leg up onto the couch, wrapping it around them slightly just to box them both in. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“No,” Kevin says under his breath. He sighs against Jeremy’s shoulder again, still hiding his face. “You know what I want. Can we just go to bed?”
It seems he is willing to ask tonight. Jean opens his mouth to agree immediately, but Jeremy doesn’t let him. The first step to getting Kevin out of his head always starts here. “What do you want to go to bed for?”
“Jeremy,” Kevin complains, “don’t make me say it tonight.”
Getting him to admit it is the hardest part. Considering the hard day he must’ve had, Jeremy decides to take it easy on him. He just wants to help Kevin feel better. “Okay, I’ll say it, but you have to tell me yes or no. Do you want us to fuck you, Kevin?”
Kevin inhales, wringing his hands in both of their shirts. His face is still hidden, but Jeremy watches the tips of his ears turn red. Five years together and he still gets so easily embarrassed by things like this.
“Yes,” Kevin agrees softly, nodding his head. “I don’t want to think anymore.”
“We’ll take care of you,” Jean murmurs, lips pressed to Kevin’s temple. “Don’t worry, Kevin.”
“We will,” Jeremy agrees. He lifts Kevin’s head off his shoulder and kisses him quickly, rubbing his thumb along Kevin’s bottom lip after. “Go to bed, Jean and I will come take care of things in a few minutes, okay?” Slowly, Kevin nods and peels himself off of them, looking in brighter spirits at just the promise. Jeremy catches his hand before he can walk away. “I love you. Just get comfortable, we won’t be long.”
Jean grabs Kevin’s hand from Jeremy to kiss it before they let him go off to bed. Kevin wanders off a little dazed, unable to resist the urge to look back at them over his shoulder. Jeremy smiles his way, both of them watching as he disappears up the stairs before Jeremy turns to Jean. Jean leans into the hand that cups his face, just as pliable as Kevin is, if not more.
He was going to ask what Jean wanted, but the look of full trust in his eyes tells Jeremy everything he needs to know. Jean will do whatever Jeremy tells him, and whatever Kevin needs. Jeremy leans in to kiss him, linking their hands together to give his a squeeze.
“I’ve got it tonight,” Jeremy says. Jean eases, willing to let him take over and take care of them both. “Why don’t you go get yourself and Kevin ready and I’ll be in soon?”
“How ready?” Jean asks. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just have a little fun,” Jeremy tells him, tilting Jean’s chin up a little. “Wait for me to really get started, but get him to relax a little. Just undress and wait for me.”
Jean swallows back a whine and nods. “Don’t take too long?”
“Patience, baby,” Jeremy says, poking his fingers at Jean’s lips. When Jean opens his mouth to suck on them, Jeremy pulls back. “Alright, go take care of Kevin. I’ll be in soon, I love you.”
Jean rolls his eyes, but Jeremy just grins at him. He’ll have to wait if he wants that, but it will be worth it. As much as Jean enjoys fingers in his mouth, Kevin waiting patiently for him in bed is much more fun and takes precedence. Jeremy sends him off to bed with a wave before finally getting up himself.
In no hurry despite his promise, he stretches out his arms and turns off the TV before wandering to the kitchen. While Jeremy would love to get to them sooner, the longer he takes, the deeper into desperation they fall. Jeremy doesn’t want to push either of them too much tonight, he just wants them to have fun, and especially get Kevin out of his head. He lets his mind run scenarios for the night ahead while he fills up water bottles and puts together a snack box for after. The two of them are not going to want to get up, that much he knows.
Jeremy waits as long as he can stand while thinking about them before he finally puts the snacks in the fridge. They’ve been alone close to twenty minutes now as Jeremy busied himself on his phone, thinking about how he might find them entangled. He’s certain Jean didn’t listen to him. They had to have gotten desperate.
He grabs the two full bottles of water and makes his way up the stairs and to their bedroom. They left the door wide open for him, and Jeremy hears the sweet sound of Kevin’s voice before he even sees them. Kevin’s quiet, but gasping both of their names under his breath. Jeremy smiles to himself knowing Kevin still calls out for him when he doesn’t think Jeremy can hear.
The sight waiting for Jeremy is perhaps one of the best the world has to offer.
They didn’t wait for Jeremy, but that was by design. There was no way Jean was passing his task of being patient when presented with a Kevin who needs their attention this badly. Jeremy knows everything what makes both of them tick, and he knows exactly what getting caught will do to them. He does allow himself just a moment to drink it in first, quietly placing the water bottles on top of a shelf near their door
Blood rushes lower, Jeremy’s cock already beginning to fill out in his shorts as he leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed. They’re so distracted they don’t even notice him. Jean is kneeling on the carpet off to the side of their bed, his face buried between Kevin’s thighs with a tight grip on him. His eyes are shut, focused solely on doing a good job, moving his tongue and lips against Kevin’s clit so rhythmically it’s the loudest sound in the room, just the wet smacking of his mouth on Kevin. Despite his full attention on Kevin, Jean is so desperate that he’s humping the side of their bed, hips grinding into it and making him moan quietly into Kevin every few seconds. He’s still wearing boxers, which suggests he barely even tried to wait a couple of minutes before he got his mouth on Kevin. He couldn’t even undress like he was told.
Jean isn’t the only one enjoying himself, though—Kevin is pulled to the edge of the bed with his legs thrown over Jean’s shoulders and a hand loosely in Jean’s hair. His hips buck up toward Jean on occasion, but for the most part, he tangles his free hand in their sheets with his mouth hanging open, fully on display. Jean took time stripping Kevin, his brown skin shiny in the light of their bedroom and not an inch of it that isn’t in Jean’s mouth hidden from view. Jeremy rakes his eyes over the trail of hair leading low, the bud of Kevin’s nipples, the long line of his throat leading to bright red lips. They both look good like this.
“I thought I told you to wait, Jean.”
The sound of his voice has them both jumping, a deep flush rising on both of their skin as Jean sits back on his knees on the rug. Kevin, embarrassed like Jeremy hasn’t tasted every inch of him, sits up and covers as much of himself as he can. He still looks as dazed as Jean.
“Jeremy,” Jean murmurs, rocking back and forth from his spot on the floor. His lips and chin are shiny from Kevin’s dripping cunt, which his eyes dart back to several times. “You did, but he—“
“You can’t follow simple instructions anymore?” Jeremy sighs, frowning at Jean with faux disapproval. Jean sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, resting the side of his head against Kevin’s knee. Jeremy takes slow steps closer to them. “Tonight is supposed to be about Kevin, baby. How can it be about Kevin if I have to teach you how to listen again?”
He grabs Jean by the chin, spreading the mess of Kevin’s wetness around his skin and lips. Jean’s throat bobs, shaking his head. “I can listen. Please.” So easy to get Jean like this, Jeremy pulls him to a standing position. He’s always so cute when he’s wanting. “I wanted to help Kevin, I…”
“I know you did,” Jeremy tsks, tugging Jean closer to kiss him deeply. His thumb on Jean’s jaw makes it easy to pop his mouth open, licking the sweet taste of Kevin from Jean’s mouth. “And he’s really hard to resist, isn’t he? Keep your mouth open.”
Jean nods, but does as he’s told without complaint. Jeremy grabs Kevin’s boxers from beside him on the bed and turns them inside out, smiling at Jean before shoving them into his mouth, wet spot down on his tongue. Jean chokes at the amount of fabric Jeremy manages to get in his mouth, then obediently bites down to keep it from falling out, the excess hanging down his wet chin anyway.
Jeremy pats his cheek and pushes him to sit down next to Kevin, who has been watching them with his eyes blown wide. Jeremy cards his fingers through Kevin’s hair, standing above him so he has to tilt his head far back to make eye contact.
“Well, Kevin, tell me. Did Jean help like he wanted to?” Jeremy asks, already knowing the answer. “Did he do a good job?”
Always so sweet wanting to keep Jean out of trouble, Kevin nods, leaning into Jeremy’s hand. “He was good.” Which isn’t true, but Jeremy believes that he at least did a very good job. “I asked, I didn’t know you wanted us to wait…”
“Jean knew,” Jeremy says, because he made himself very clear. He needed Jean to know so he could break the rule, so that both of them would look up at him this pliant and wanting without him having to do anything at all. He kisses the top of Kevin’s head, then pushes them both to lie down on their backs. “But I’m in a good mood, and if he took good care of you, I might be forgiving.”
Jean tries to argue his case through the fabric in his mouth before he realizes that isn’t what Jeremy wants to hear at all. He’s already made up his mind, and right now, all he wants is both of them spread out beneath him on the bed. He doesn’t need any explanations, especially not when they look so good.
Hovering over both of them, Jeremy kisses Kevin slowly, biting at his bottom lip, tongue sliding against his. Just this is enough to make him arch up into Jeremy, and to earn a whine from Jean beside them. Jeremy ignores him to make him more desperate, and because Kevin has been patient enough.
Because Jeremy missed Kevin all day while he was busy, he indulges Kevin in this far longer than he originally planned to. Kissing Kevin is always such a gift, and right now, more than anything, Kevin wants his undivided attention and closeness. Jeremy always loves giving him that.
He kisses down Kevin’s slender throat, biting at his collarbones, soothing the skin with his tongue. A red bruise appears so soon, but the soft sound Kevin makes is too nice to worry about leaving marks behind where no one can see. When Jeremy lets him, Jean is going to be far worse anyway.
Jean is not faring well with the lack of attention beside them. He never does, but especially when the only thing he can do is watch. Jeremy takes pity on him while kissing Kevin’s stomach and reaches for his boxers to tug them off, the wet spot on the front almost as bad as Kevin’s was. His cock hits his stomach with a heavy thud and smears pre-come behind, leaking more out on his stomach just from Jeremy looking at him.
“Both of you move up to the pillows? Get comfortable,” Jeremy tells them, pinching both of their hips. “And Jean, you can spit those out now.”
They both scramble to move higher up in bed, their legs no longer hanging off the sides. When they think Jeremy isn’t looking, their lips meet, hungrily tasting each other the moment Jean’s mouth is empty. They don’t need to hide it, but watching it from the corner of his eye while he finds where they left the lube last is a delicious sight.
Both of them are already so far gone it’s mesmerizing, just looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes. Another day, Jeremy will have to see how far he can push that. Today, he just needs to get Kevin out of his head and help both of them relax.
Kevin tugs on the bottom of Jeremy’s shirt when he comes close again. “You’re still dressed.”
“I am,” Jeremy agrees, sliding his hand down Kevin’s stomach. He stops just before he reaches Kevin’s throbbing clit. “Did you want that to change? I’m busy right now.”
“Please, Jeremy?” Kevin sighs. He lets his own hand slide under Jeremy’s shirt, fingers hooking in the waistband of his shorts and boxers to tug him into bed. “We want to see you.”
If there’s one way to get Jeremy to do anything, it’s for Kevin to look at him like that and speak for both of them, for Jean to agree behind him. Kevin blinks slowly, wanting, and moves his hand to cup Jeremy’s hard-on through his shorts. Jeremy sighs softly at the contact before he catches Kevin’s wrist.
The decadence of having them completely at his disposal while he’s still dressed is nice, but if they want him to undress, he’ll give them that. He hands the bottle of lube to Jean for later, then tugs off his shirt by the collar. He snaps his fingers up high when their eyes immediately dart down, but elects to forgive them when they fail to lift their gazes again. Instead, they keep their eyes on his hands as he snaps the waistband of his shorts against skin before stepping out of them entirely. Kevin nearly reaches for him again, but thinks better of himself, finding Jean’s hand to squeeze instead.
Jeremy reaches for Kevin’s thighs when he climbs into bed with them. “I’m going to finish what Jean started,” he says, placing his hand on Kevin’s stomach again. He does the same to Jean, calling for his attention. “If you behave while I do, I’ll let you fuck Kevin first.”
“I will,” Jean promises, still eager to please. Jeremy isn’t sure how long that will last once he lets Jean have an ounce of control, but he enjoys it while he has it. “Can I help?”
“I just want you both to sit and look pretty.”
Both of them flush red, settling comfortably back with their heads propped up. Their fingers are still intertwined, sitting so close together Kevin is almost partially on top of Jean. Jeremy splays his hands out on their stomachs, enjoying the sight before he gets to work.
He circles two fingers around the head of Jean’s cock, watching his mouth fall open, dick twitching and leaking more pre-come from so little touch. He might be wetter than Kevin, an embarrassing little pool of it gathering on his abdomen. Jeremy drags his fingers through it, then smears it across Jean’s lips. Jean whines, but pulls Kevin in for a kiss to share it.
Jeremy copies the motion, gathering some of Jean’s mess on two fingers again. He pushes his sticky fingers into Kevin’s dripping cunt while they’re distracted, his thighs trying to clamp shut on Jeremy’s hand. Jeremy thrusts his fingers deep inside and holds Kevin’s legs apart with his other hand.
“Jean really did a good job, hm?” Jeremy hums, punctuating his question with slow motions. “You’re so wet, baby.”
Kevin gasps against Jean, “Fuck.”
Jeremy curls his fingers inside of Kevin, stretching his thumb up to rub slow circles on Kevin’s clit. Kevin melts at the attention, a soft sigh leaving his mouth and his hips already pushing back against Jeremy. Kevin’s walls flutter around Jeremy’s fingers, needy and grateful, as Jeremy lazily fucks his fingers into Kevin.
It almost makes Jeremy feel bad about taking them away from him so soon. Almost. The whine Kevin gives when Jeremy pulls his fingers back is drawn-out and wanting, and Jeremy will make it up to him in just a moment.
His fingers now slick from Kevin, Jeremy uses his free hand to push Jean’s hips up. He taps them both against Jean’s rim for a brief warning before pushing them past it, sinking his fingers deep into him. Mouth hanging open, Jean moans, pulling Kevin’s hand up to kiss the back of it as Jeremy scissors his fingers apart.
With both of them right where he wants them, Jeremy lays lower between Kevin’s thighs. He picks up a rapid pace with his fingers, thrusting them into Jean right at the most sensitive part of him, and spreads Kevin open to enjoy the view.
Jeremy blows cool air at Kevin, watching both of his holes clench around nothing. “Jeremy,” Kevin huffs, looking bullied. He drips onto their comforter. “Stop just looking.”
“Sorry, Kev,” Jeremy mumbles, sinking his teeth into Kevin’s thigh. “You’re just so pretty.”
He kisses up the inside of Kevin’s thigh, grazing the soft meat of it with his teeth and leaving behind a couple of hickies. Having both of them in his hands like this—spread open, wet, and clinging together—always makes Jeremy incredibly indulgent. He really doesn’t think he can be blamed for a little teasing when they look and sound as they do, but the look Kevin gives him begs to differ. He’s squeezing Jean’s hand tightly, his eyes glazed over, muscles relaxed as he lays back. Jeremy soothes a bite mark with his tongue and rubs Kevin’s skin softly, slowly getting closer to where Kevin wants him.
Beside him, Jean is panting, back arching off the bed already. Jeremy twists his wrist for a better angle, pulling more moans and some curses in French from him. Both his and Kevin’s hands are wrapped around his cock, but simply resting there—other than Kevin circling the head of it with slow motions that certainly can’t be helping Jean keep it together. There’s a thin layer of sweat gathering on his skin, and if Jeremy weren’t busy, he would lick it from the hollow of Jean’s throat. Instead, he finally drags his tongue through Kevin’s folds.
Kevin shivers, Jeremy lapping up the taste of him greedily. Kevin’s hand instantly finds his hair, running his fingers through it before finding a soft grip. Jeremy hums into him, working his jaw slowly, savoring the moment and allowing his eyes to shut. His nose brushes against Kevin’s swollen t-dick, earning his name moaned from both of their mouths at the same time. Jeremy likes to think he knows what both of them like very well, but the proof of it does always send him reeling.
With his face buried this far between Kevin’s legs and Kevin slowly grinding his clit against Jeremy’s nose, breathing isn’t an easy task, but Jeremy has more important things to do. Kevin’s grip in his hair tightens, making Jeremy moan into him, but he doesn’t try to direct Jeremy. Jeremy knows exactly what he wants.
“God,” Kevin whimpers, “yes, Jeremy.”
Jeremy replaces his nose with two fingers, bracketing them around Kevin’s cock. He jerks them while letting his thumb brush over it on occasion, focused on drawing more moans out of Kevin. Busying himself further, he pushes his tongue inside of Kevin, slowly fucking it into him.
Pleased with how breathy Kevin’s moans are getting, Jeremy doesn’t pause, but taps a third finger against Jean’s rim to give him some more attention. Jean tries to push back against it and take it, but Jeremy stops fingering him altogether until he gets the hint. Whining, Jean fumbles for the lube Jeremy gave him earlier, drizzling some between his legs for Jeremy’s fingers.
“Don’t stop,” Jean pants, sounding closer than Kevin. Jeremy opens his eyes to level Jean with a look, to remind him of his promise to behave. “Please.”
If Jeremy’s mouth weren’t otherwise occupied, he would give Jean a warning. As it is, pushes all three fingers back into Jean a little rougher than he usually is. Jean moans, turning his head to bite Kevin’s shoulder hard. Kevin has been jerking him off, but when Jean bites him, he stops to slap Jean’s thigh. It doesn’t stop Jean at all, encouraging him further as he gets nearer to the edge, to losing control.
Both of them clench around Jeremy, getting closer and closer. Feeling Kevin around his tongue is nice, but not enough—Jeremy switches the positioning of his mouth and fingers, wrapping his lips around Kevin’s clit and slipping two fingers into his cunt to really feel him. Kevin gasps, hips bucking toward Jeremy, and both of them push back on his fingers in sync.
He matches his rhythm as he fucks his fingers into them both, wondering who will finish first. They look good like this, perhaps one of Jeremy’s favorite sights in the world. They’re still holding hands, turned so their foreheads are pressed together, panting into one another’s mouths in ecstasy as Jeremy brings them to the edge. Kevin gave up entirely on stroking Jean’s cock to grab Jeremy’s hair, but Jean still beats Kevin to the finish line.
Jeremy curls his fingers repeatedly into the same spot, working Jean through it as he cries out both of their names. He already made a mess of himself, but he shoots come up his chest and adds to the pool of it on his stomach. Jeremy doesn’t stop and neither does he—the orgasm Jeremy wrings out of him lasts longer than usual, until he’s whimpering and shaking from the effort, hurriedly kissing Kevin. Jeremy keeps going at the pace he gives Kevin.
The sound of it is obscene, wet and gushing, between Kevin dripping out around Jeremy’s hand and Jeremy sucking his clit, dragging his tongue across it again and again. Jeremy flicks his tongue at the hood of it, bobbing his head slightly with each movement.
Kevin’s hand in his hair tightens, his breathing getting heavier. “Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy—”
Like music to his ears, he moans against Kevin’s dick, his hair getting pulled as he just pushes Kevin over the edge. Changing the angle of his hand, Jeremy applies more pressure, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Kevin’s thighs clamp down around his head in response, but it can’t stop the movement of his fingers as he speeds up, making Kevin come with all the effort he has. Kevin cries out entirely when Jeremy presses his fingers in until he feels his hard work pay off when Kevin squirts, splashing his chest, arm, and the lower half of his face.
It’s rare that Jeremy gets the opportunity to do that for Kevin, but if there’s any night he needs it, it’s tonight. His thighs stay squeezing Jeremy’s head as his body rocks for a long minute, then they collapse, every last bit of residual tension removed from Kevin’s frame. He’s done a good job, then.
He doesn’t stop for either of them, pushing them past oversensitivity. They have a long night ahead of them still, but they both look so fucked out already. If Jeremy didn’t know any better, he’d think they were done. But now they can really get started: neither of them are going to be capable of thinking about anything else tonight, which is what Jeremy wanted.
Kevin pulls his hair hard. “Jeremy,” he says again, “ah, that’s enough.”
Jeremy could keep going, but he relents, giving them both a break. He takes his mouth off of Kevin, gasping for air after being suffocated between his thighs, and slowly pulls his fingers back from them both. They instinctively try to follow him back, sighing when he does, but settling a moment later. Jeremy drops his head to Kevin’s leg.
Their comforter already dirty, Jeremy wipes his hands on it, breathing heavily against Kevin’s skin. Kevin’s hand is gentle in his hair now, running his fingers through it, and Jean reaches out to do the same. They can both be awfully sweet.
“Was that good?” Jeremy asks, kissing Kevin’s thigh.
Jean nods, but Kevin gets flustered, scoffing under his breath. “That was embarrassing.”
“It was hot,” Jean corrects, nipping at Kevin’s earlobe. Jeremy has to agree.
“But you liked it,” he says, smiling dazedly at Kevin. He feels lightheaded, but those are consequences he would take a thousand times over. He slowly sits up, crawling up Kevin’s torso until they’re face to face. “Didn’t you, Kev? Say it.”
He grips Kevin’s face, squishing his cheeks together. Back to being so embarrassed when he was just grinding against Jeremy’s face and moaning his name. He knows that Kevin liked it, but getting him to admit it no matter how mortifying he finds it is very selfish on Jeremy’s part. After his hard work, he deserves it.
“Yes,” Kevin whispers, turning a darker shade of red. Jeremy releases him to kiss him, smiling into it. “Look at the mess of you.”
“And whose fault would that be?” It’s true; Jeremy doesn’t have to see it to know. His skin is sticky and wet from Kevin, but there’s no use cleaning up now. Kevin looks scandalized at the accusation, but he says nothing else. “You tried to suffocate me.”
“Well, you liked that.”
Jeremy bites Kevin’s cheek in warning, but it is true. And common. If Kevin does not try to suffocate them both at least once while they’re going down on him, they haven’t done their jobs right. If Jeremy’s hands hadn’t been occupied he could’ve held Kevin’s legs apart, but he truly doesn’t mind. It just embarrasses Kevin further to point it out.
Giving Kevin a break, Jeremy rolls over his leg and between Jean’s thighs instead, looking at the mess he made. With a grin, Jeremy leans down to lick him clean, starting with his cock. He’s already hard again.
“Merde,” Jean murmurs. Jeremy swirls his tongue around the head, letting his eyes roll back. Jean is so sensitive after just one, a whimper stuck in the back of his throat. Jeremy sucks the come off of his cock, but doesn’t pull away quite so soon after. “Shit, Jeremy.”
Jean’s hips buck up into Jeremy’s mouth, cock forcing its way down Jeremy’s throat, so Jean loses the privilege. He doesn’t get to do that tonight.
He complains about the loss, but Jeremy ignores him in favor of mopping up the mess with his tongue. Jeremy pinches Jean’s hip for whining when he very much knows why Jeremy stopped, but Jean still huffs under his breath, incredibly spoiled. The both of them are filthy, but Jeremy makes quick work of Jean, lapping up the come on Jean’s stomach and chest, swallowing the majority of it.
Graced with the opportunity, Jeremy licks the sweat from the hollows of his throat, too. Jean writhes beneath him, hands finding Jeremy’s hips to pull him fully in his lap, which Jeremy allows if only because his throbbing, neglected cock rubs against Jean’s. And because he truly does spoil both of them.
Jeremy kisses slowly up the side of Jean’s neck, finding just the right spot under his ear that has his grip on Jeremy’s hips tightening. His fingertips stretch out, wanting to touch but knowing better. Jeremy sucks a mark onto Jean’s neck that he’ll have to listen to him complain about later, then kisses along his jaw until finally letting their mouths meet again, letting Jean taste the mix of himself and Kevin.
He sucks on Jean’s tongue, but Jean is greedy, and impatient. Jeremy’s face is cupped in large hands so Jean can lick the sticky mess off of him.
“Jean,” Jeremy warns, “Jean-Yves.”
“I’m helping,” Jean mumbles, slowly pushing Jeremy back. Jeremy could move away from him, but he sighs, allowing it, letting Jean push him so he’s lying flat. Jean licks down his throat like he’s starving for it. “Thank you.”
“He’s helping,” Kevin echoes, already trying to keep Jean out of trouble. He rocks forward to lay beside Jeremy. “Kiss?”
Considering Jeremy is pinned under Jean’s weight for the time being, he has no right to deny Kevin this. Jean licks down his neck and chest, cleaning him up, and Jeremy leans as close to Kevin as he can get until Kevin closes the distance. Now that Jeremy has relaxed him, he’s sleepy and soft, but it will not be long again before he’s wanting more. Jeremy lets his lips meld with Kevin’s for just a couple of minutes while he has this.
When Jean is finished, he starts trailing his lips lower before thinking better of himself. Instead, he kisses back up, nosing at Kevin and Jeremy’s cheeks. Jeremy turns his head slightly to allow Jean to join them, meeting for a kiss shared by three. Jean tastes like Kevin.
“You are so lucky you’re cute,” Jeremy mutters against them, to Jean. “Because I told you to behave and you did not.”
“I was good,” Jean whines.
“You weren’t,” Jeremy says with a laugh. He’s going to let Jean fuck Kevin anyway, the night planned out in his mind, but Jean pushed more than once. “You know the rules. You know better. You aren’t even being good now.”
Jean’s sharp grin when he pulls away from the kiss is lethal.
Another night, when they have more time to prepare, Jeremy will make up for letting him get away with not listening. Tonight, he’s in a good mood, and he really is too soft on them. This is about Kevin, who needs them, which Jean is abusing to get out of breaking rules. Even now, with Jeremy staring, his hand is between Kevin’s legs, jacking Kevin’s clit. Kevin’s head hangs low, breath getting short. At least he’s doing a good job.
Jeremy shoves Jean back by the chest into their pillows. “Enough,” he says. He sits Kevin up, ducking to kiss his pulse and finds it rabbiting. “I’m gonna let Jean fuck you, baby. Sound good?”
“Mhm,” Kevin murmurs, falling deeper into it now that he’s had a breather. “What about you?”
“I’ll fuck you after,” he promises. Kevin shivers, but judging by the way he grips Jeremy’s thigh, that isn’t quite what he was wondering about. “Don’t worry about me. I want to watch. I can wait, baby.”
Jeremy has more important things to focus on right now than himself. Kevin said he didn’t want to think tonight—he wanted to give up control, and Jean is so easy to lose it alongside him. That’s always Jeremy’s first focus. Not to mention he’s having plenty of fun directing them both.
He pushes Kevin toward Jean for a moment and watches as they instantly grab each other, both much clingier than they’d ever admit to being. Especially like this.
When he gets up from bed they both whine in complaint, and one of them reaches for his ass, but Jeremy waves them off. He grabs their water bottles from the shelf by the door and returns, forcing them to drink before they get started. Both of them are red, and sweaty, and fully lost in it. They roll their eyes, but drink dutifully from their straws before they both force Jeremy to do the same. He does, and then turns to the nightstand to place them aside.
He’s met with Jean pulling Kevin onto his lap when he turns back around. Kevin is hovering over him, mouth agape, as Jean runs the head of his cock through Kevin’s slit.
“Not like that,” Jeremy tsks, right up against the shell of Jean’s ear. In the few seconds it took, Jean already got himself worked up, wounded when Jeremy takes it away from him by pulling Kevin back. “You are not making Kevin do the work tonight.”
“Give him back,” Jean whines, reaching uselessly. “Jeremy…”
The tone of voice is a rare one and lets Jeremy know Jean is further gone than he looks. He smiles at Jean, slow and pleased, looking into his eyes. His pupils are so wide they almost swallow the cool gray, desperate and hurt Jeremy would pull Kevin from his grasp when he so clearly wants him this badly.
“Quit your fussing,” Jeremy says, shaking his head. “I promised I would let you have him. Kevin, c’mere.”
Jeremy has better ideas for positions tonight.
He lays down flat, propping his head up on pillows, and pulls Kevin on top of him. Kevin’s knees lock around each side of Jeremy’s hips, and slowly he lays down, the two of them chest to chest. Kevin’s t-dick rubs against Jeremy’s cock, the friction making him inhale sharply, but a moment later they get comfortable and the intensity fades.
When Kevin gets like this, what he needs most is to be close to them. Like this, plastered to Jeremy’s front, there’s no way to get closer. Kevin tucks his face in the crook of Jeremy’s neck and sighs softly, relaxing for Jean.
Jeremy lightly taps his ass. “He’s all yours, Jean. Gently.”
“Fuck,” Jean breathes, up on his knees behind Kevin in an instant. Jeremy grins at him over Kevin’s shoulder, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. This is one of Jean’s favorite positions, though usually, they put him in the middle. “This is a good angle.”
Jeremy knows.
Jean slaps his cock against both of them, then against Kevin’s cunt. Kevin moans softly in Jeremy’s ear, gripping his bicep tightly as Jean pushes into him, not waiting another second. Jeremy snaps his fingers.
“Go slow.”
He needs the reminder, but he doesn’t necessarily like it. Working his bottom lip between his teeth, Jean nods, pushing slower into Kevin, and slower still when he catches Jeremy’s eye again. Kevin whimpers between them as Jean stalls half inside, knowing better than to keep testing Jeremy for the moment. He doesn’t move at all, despite how badly he clearly wants to.
Jeremy just wants to see how long they can both hold out like this. Mostly Jean, after his earlier behavior, but the way Kevin begins to squirm is a bonus. He can act embarrassed all he wants, but they know him well. What he wants is always, always obvious to them.
“Jeremy,” Kevin says, “stop it. Please.”
“You asked us to take care of you,” Jeremy reminds him, lips pressed to the shell of his ear. “Just relax.”
“Yes, but…“ Kevin sucks in a breath when Jeremy’s fingers tangle in his hair. Jeremy uses the hold just to gently lift Kevin’s head off of his neck, forcing eye contact. Kevin’s pupils have grown as wide as Jean’s, eyes glazed over and half-lidded still. Right where Jeremy wants him. He cocks a brow, dragging his lips across Kevin’s jaw. “You don’t have to go slow.”
“You’ll like it,” Jeremy promises. “We know what you need. Isn’t that why you asked for this?”
Jean slips up and pushes into Kevin just a little more without being told. The movement has him biting his lip harder to stay quiet in hopes Jeremy hasn’t noticed, but Kevin gasps right against Jeremy’s cheek. Jeremy felt the movement from his position under Kevin anyway.
“Yes,” Kevin says, a slight whine to his voice when they’ve barely gotten started. It makes the hair on Jeremy’s arms stand up, and by the look on Jean’s face, affects him just as much. “Just don’t be cruel.”
“That’s for me to decide, baby.”
He shivers again, clearly pleased when he buries his face in Jeremy’s neck again to try and hide the fact. Kevin coming home stressed out is never one of their favorite things, but being asked to fuck him until he forgets about it certainly is.
Jeremy lets up and allows Jean to bottom out, though he’s been slowly moving anyway thinking Jeremy hasn’t been watching. Jean doesn’t think Jeremy can do anything about it when he’s under Kevin like this, but he very much can. For now, he lets them have this, both of them groaning as Jean fills Kevin completely. Kevin’s grip on his bicep tightens, and Jean grabs Kevin’s hips tightly, pulling him back, rocking Kevin on top of Jeremy. He moans with them at that.
While he can’t actually see much from beneath them both, it is a really good spot to be in. Kevin’s labored breathing in his ear, warm weight on top of him, and his body rocking with every thrust from Jean. They’re so close that Kevin’s cunt is dripping on him, adding to the mess Jeremy’s cock is making of his own stomach, adding a delicious slip to the friction. It’s a nice angle for him to watch Jean, too—Jean’s hovering over them both, his mouth agape in pleasure and not hiding any of his loud moans. His arms flex where he rests them on the pillows by Jeremy’s head, and his chain smacks against his chest, dangling down just too far from Jeremy’s reach to bite down on it. His balls hit Jeremy’s skin with every long stroke, and Jeremy can see in his face when he reacts to anything at all.
He can’t kiss Jean unless he leans down, but he can reach up and tousle Jean’s hair, giving it a small tug. Jean’s eyes squeeze shut, rhythm briefly faltering from how much it affects him. Jeremy does it again.
“C’mon, baby. You can hold it together,” Jeremy coos. Jean whines, so ridiculously lost in it that all he can do is nod. He’s not being very gentle as requested, but they both seem to be enjoying it. Jean fucks into Kevin in quick, heavy strokes, their hips slapping together loudly. “Is he doing a good job, Kev? Does that feel good?”
“Ah, ah—you don’t have to ask—” Kevin pants, muffled against Jeremy’s neck. Jeremy hums happily, but smacks his ass to urge him to give a real answer. “Yeah. Yes. Fuck.”
“You hear that, Jean? You’re doing a good job after all,” he teases. Jean nods into his hand and leans down, begging to be kissed. Jeremy kisses him over Kevin’s shoulder, letting Jean bite hard on his bottom lip. He already looks close. “And how does Kevin feel? Aren’t you gonna tell him?”
“Good,” Jean hisses, “really good. Tight.” He’s just babbling at this point, a very, very good sign. “And wet.”
“God—” Kevin cries out.
Kevin sounds close, too, but Jeremy knows him. He’s not quite there yet. Jean, however, looks like he is. His thrusts get more and more shallow, his face twisting in pleasure until he can barely keep his eyes open. It’s a wonderful sight, but Jeremy simply can’t let him get away with it right now.
Jeremy tuts, taunting, “Jean, don’t you dare tell me you’re close already.” Jean whines, high-pitched and echoing off the walls of their room. “You know you can’t come before Kevin tonight.”
“I won’t,” Jean pleads, his voice shaking with need. “I can wait.”
“I don’t know if you can.” Jeremy knows him—the face he’s making now, the way his muscles are flexing, the sloppy thrusts—he can’t. Usually he can, but Jeremy has pushed him far tonight. He may as well push him further. “Stop.”
“No,” he begs, shaking his head. “Jeremy, please. Please, I’ll—”
Jeremy taps his tongue to the roof of his mouth and reaches between Kevin and Jean, pressing his palm flat against Jean’s stomach. He wraps his legs around Jean’s thighs, too, just to help him get the hint and keep still. Jean could probably still overpower him like this, but he knows better, and he likes it no matter how much he protests. Instead, all he does is cry out, his bottom lip quivering with how much he wants this, but also wants to be good after not listening earlier.
It’s cruel to do to them, and so incredibly attractive how they both react. The room quiets to their heavy breathing and soft whimpers, just waiting to be allowed. Jean trembles with the effort, only a couple of inches inside Kevin when Jeremy forces him to sit up fully on his knees.
Kissing Kevin’s shoulder, Jeremy lowers his hand from Jean’s stomach to his cock, finding the point he and Kevin are connected with ease. He wraps his hand around the base and jerks him slowly, but doesn’t give him more than that, avoiding pushing him over the edge. It won’t take long when he finally lets Jean move again.
“Kevin comes first,” Jeremy tells Jean, dragging his fingers up. Jean nods rapidly, chewing the skin of his bottom lip, eyes glued to Jeremy’s hand. “If you can’t do it, I’ll take care of it.”
“I can,” Jean insists, his eyes beginning to water. “You know I can. Jeremy, please, let me.”
“Wait.”
With Jean still inside Kevin, Jeremy pushes two fingers into Kevin beside his cock. It’s a tight stretch, but Kevin chokes, his body fitting the digits and clenching down around both his fingers and Jean. He kisses Jeremy’s neck, allowing him to do as he pleases, slowly pushing them up to the knuckle. Jean only has about two inches inside of Kevin, so when Jeremy does, he can circle them around the head of Jean’s cock. It twitches inside of Kevin under the attention, and Kevin flutters around them both.
Jeremy makes Jean stay perfectly still, his hands gripping Kevin’s hips again as he struggles to do so. While keeping a close eye on Jean, Jeremy thrusts his fingers into Kevin again.
It’s different with Jean inside of him, but not so different. Jeremy is good at what he does—he picks up the pace, hitting all the right spots to get Kevin off. Kevin grows louder in his ear, digging his nails into Jeremy’s arm, rocking his hips against Jeremy’s hand. It gives Jean some much needed friction, but it’s not enough to finish from. Jean watches with longing written on every feature, looking like Jeremy has taken away something that’s rightfully his when he knows that’s not true. Jean will find it’s more than worth it when he comes so hard his vision goes white. He’ll be thanking Jeremy in less than five minutes.
“Jean, do Kevin a favor and jack him off,” Jeremy orders. Eager to do anything, Jean squeezes a hand between them and does exactly what he’s told. If he slips a little deeper into Kevin for it, Jeremy allows it mostly because of the sounds they both make. The confined space makes it hard for Jean, but he doesn’t dare mess anything up. “Does that feel good, baby?”
Kevin whines in Jeremy’s ear, scratching him harder. “Feels good,” he confirms, voice breathy now. “I’m close, shit.”
“That’s more like it,” Jeremy says. He curls his fingers right where Kevin wants him. “Do you want Jean, or do you want to come?”
“I—” Kevin squirms on top of him, caught off guard by the question. He pants in Jeremy’s ear, thinking over his options, nipping at Jeremy’s earlobe. Behind him, the question finally pushes Jean a little too far. The tears spill out of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks, sniffling pitifully. Getting Jean to break is always so satisfying. “I want… to come, but Jean…”
“Good,” he says, beckoning Jean closer. Jean leans down again, his tears dripping down onto Kevin’s back. Jeremy pulls his fingers out, but considering they’re soaked, circles them around Kevin’s rim. Kevin muffles a sound against Jeremy’s neck as he carefully pushes one in, really making his head spin. “You heard him, Jean. Make him come. I got him close for you, finish the job, and then you can finish.”
“Thank you,” Jean sobs, pressing his forehead to Kevin’s shoulder blades. “Thank you, both of you, I love you, shit. You feel so good, Kevin, you feel—”
Shutting himself up, Jean presumably bites Kevin, finding a rapid pace again that makes curses tumble from both of their mouths. There is a decent amount of mumbling in French from the two of them, their cutest habit, as Jean thrusts into Kevin as fast and hard as he can manage it.
Jeremy matches Jean’s quick thrusts with his finger in Kevin’s ass, reveling in the way he clenches down around it. Both of them are so close Jeremy isn’t sure if Kevin actually will come first, but he does, and he bites hard on Jeremy’s neck when Jean pushes him toward it. Jeremy groans, tilting his head to give Kevin more room. If Jean could get to Jeremy’s shoulder, he’s sure Jean would bite him too, and he would deserve it. Instead, he just smiles as Jean holds on to fuck Kevin through his orgasm.
Chest rising rapidly, Kevin spits out, “Jean, Jean-Yves, come inside.”
He’s so incredibly far gone if he’s begging for it, as if Jean was ever planning anything else, but it’s what gets Jean in the end. His hips stutter, his breathing, and he calls Kevin’s name through biting down on him.
Being so close to the edge for so long makes Jean’s orgasm last even longer this time, moaning into Kevin’s skin as his hips keep pumping, rocking all three of their bodies together until he sighs from oversensitivity and collapses on top of them both.
“So cute,” Jeremy says softly, running fingers through Jean’s hair, then Kevin’s. He manages to squeeze his hand out from between them, and then pulls Jean’s out, too. Jean sniffles, hooking his chin up over Kevin’s shoulder until Jeremy wipes the tears off his cheeks. “And pretty.”
“That was fun,” he says quietly, inching forward. Jeremy pecks his lips, and cheeks, and then he drops his face to Kevin’s nape. “Kevin?”
“Mhm,” Kevin says, squished between them. “You’re heavy.”
“Give him a moment, Kev,” Jeremy says, slowly lifting his head. He peppers Kevin’s face with kisses too, though he didn’t cry. That’s most often reserved for Jean. “Are you two done?”
“No.”
“No,” Kevin scoffs, both of them coming down for a moment to assure him they do not want to stop. Jeremy smiles, shaking his head. He didn’t want to keep pushing them, but it seems they do want to keep at it. “You promised me your turn was next.”
“Oh, hm. Did I?” Kevin presses his cheek to Jeremy’s, wriggling underneath Jean’s weight. “You want me now, then? You’re sure you can take it?”
Kevin huffs under his breath. “Yes. Get to work.”
“Watch it.”
After several moments of Jean whining and stalling about pulling out, he does, rolling over to the side and blinking slowly at them. The first thing he does once Jeremy is free is lean over and bite him on the arm, but that is to be expected, so Jeremy doesn’t even bother scolding him. He just pets Jean’s head, ignoring the slight sting of teeth against skin. It’s a familiar one.
Despite Kevin’s insistence, he is sensitive.
Jeremy lays him on his back next to Jean, propping his hips up on a pillow, and settles happily between his thighs as Jean leans in to kiss his neck and chest. Jeremy pushes one of Kevin’s legs up, sucking air through his teeth at the sight of the meal awaiting him. The temptation to bring his mouth to Kevin again is strong, but he resists.
He’s doing his best to hold it in, hips tilted back and all, but he’s still dripping a mix of their come. A trail of milky white come from Jean drips down to his ass, the rest glistening or buried deep inside of him. Jean wasn’t gentle, so Jeremy has to be, but the image still has his pulse quickening and his cock throbbing more. Like he hasn’t had a day of relief in his life, the tip is bright red and leaking, a mess smudged on his and Kevin’s stomachs from their previous position, and he is only going to fill Kevin more. The debauchery of it all is enough to make almost any man crumble, but Jeremy pushes past it.
Spitting on his cock, he strokes himself slowly before dragging the head of it through the dripping mess, collecting all of it. Kevin lets out a shaky breath, already overstimulated, as Jeremy presses the tip against him. He bites down on his bottom lip and looks up to meet Jeremy’s eyes, nodding before he can even ask.
The slide is easy and hypnotizing. Kevin’s already taken Jeremy’s fingers and Jean tonight, so Jeremy was expecting it, but the way he sinks into the wet heat of Kevin’s body has every nerve in his body lighting up. Kevin’s body pulls him in and tightens around him when he bottoms out, so deep inside Kevin he’s sure they’re both seeing stars.
It’s wet, slippery and hot, Kevin thoroughly fucked and filled already. They can both feel Jean’s come inside, making the slide easier as Jeremy picks up a slow pace to start. It coats everything—Jeremy’s cock, Kevin’s inner walls, moving with every thrust. It’s not a new concept, but it is particularly nice tonight. Jeremy exhales heavily as his hips press against Kevin’s, kissing Kevin’s ankle that hangs up on his shoulder.
Kevin’s eyes are squeezed shut between Jeremy fucking him and Jean leaving bruises all along his skin. Jean trails his lips over the scars under Kevin’s chest, so gentle now that he’s already finished with Kevin. Jeremy ruffles his hair, then drags him closer by it.
“Watch,” Jeremy orders, pulling Kevin’s leg back more to lay Jean down. “Don’t touch.”
“But—”
Jeremy presses Jean’s head down further against Kevin’s abdomen to shut him up. This time, he does as he’s told, watching closely. His mouth is so close to Kevin’s dick he could lean forward and wrap his lips around it, but Jean doesn’t want to cause trouble again quite so soon. He simply drools instead, watching Jeremy’s cock thrust in and out of Kevin, wet and coated in both of their come.
He swears under his breath as he moves his hips faster, pulling far out of Kevin to slide back in with ease. Kevin’s hips cant back toward him when he wants more, which Jeremy takes as a free invitation to fuck into him a little harder despite the urge to be careful with him.
It’s been a while since Kevin asked for a night like this. They always have a lot of fun, but this specific atmosphere is hard to achieve unless Kevin asks for it. Jeremy is savoring every second of it, of having them both so pliant.
Mostly pliant. Jean can never behave the whole time no matter what.
Jeremy looks away for two seconds to study Kevin’s expressions and finds Jean with his mouth on Kevin when he looks back. The shudder Kevin gave was enough of a hint to get his gaze snapping back to Jean, who looks up at him with wide eyes, licking slow circles on Kevin’s clit. Jeremy grabs him by the hair again, clenching his jaw in faux anger.
“I gave you one rule this time.”
“Please let me,” Jean whines, fighting his hold. “Jeremy, you’re being so mean tonight.”
“If you would just listen…” Jeremy sighs, shaking his head. “I think it’s been too long since we did this. I’ve spoiled you too much. Open your mouth.”
He can’t help but smile when Jean does, sticking his tongue out and all despite his furrowed brows. Jeremy pulls out of Kevin, come already dripping off his cock onto Kevin’s thigh. Kevin complains loudly at the loss, but Jeremy brackets his t-dick between his knuckles to jack him off before thrusting forward into Jean’s mouth.
Jean’s moan is muffled around Jeremy’s cock, his lips stretching around it. He lets Jeremy push it all the way down his throat, making a mess of his lips and chin as he’s forced to suck off his own mess along with theirs. Jean moans again when Jeremy pulls his hair, Jeremy feeling the vibrations in every inch of his body before Jean gags on him. Jeremy pushes past it anyway, knowing Jean’s limits well, until he’s got all of it down his throat.
“This isn’t fair,” Kevin says. And he probably has a point, but Jeremy is still giving him plenty of attention, bringing him closer and closer. “Jeremy… ah, fuck—you’re supposed to be fucking me.”
“Shit,” Jeremy says through grit teeth. “I will, baby, just hold on a second. Jean, swallow.”
Jean swallows, his throat bobbing with Jeremy’s cock down it and his eyes watering again. He always looks good like this—red-rimmed eyes, hollowed cheeks, looking up at Jeremy for approval. Jeremy pets his hair and lets him go, but he doesn’t pull off fully. He keeps bobbing his head, swirling his tongue, sucking harder. This might be what he’s needed to behave this whole time. Jeremy throws his head back, avoiding the piercing gray eyes as his tongue drags over Jeremy’s head.
He claws at Jeremy’s thighs for attention again, bobbing his head faster when he gets it. Jean licks at the underside, pressing against a vein with his tongue, and lets himself choke. His face turns a delectable shade of red when he continues to do so, letting his eyes shut to focus on the task at hand.
As much as Jeremy would love to continue, he promised Kevin, and owes him that. Jeremy has to pull out of Jean’s mouth despite his hurt whine, the way he leans back in with his mouth open, breathing heavily, begging for it.
“I’ll give you something to do with your mouth after I fuck Kevin,” Jeremy tells him, carding his fingers through Jean’s hair. Jean’s bottom lip juts out in protest, but he nods, laying back down on Kevin’s stomach. Kevin’s hand replaces Jeremy’s in his hair, and Jeremy drags his cock through the dripping come to gather it again. “Sorry, Kev. I’m all yours.”
“You better be now. I—God.”
Smiling smugly, Jeremy picks up right where he left off, with the added stimulation of his hand helping out. Kevin’s back arches up off the bed the second he does.
Jeremy feels out of his mind after everything that’s happened and he hasn’t even finished once yet. As he focuses on bringing Kevin closer, he admires them, the comfortable way they lay together, the way Jean moves up to kiss Kevin’s neck again and the way Kevin’s eyes roll back into his head.
With Jean moved to the side, Jeremy takes the opportunity to get an ever better angle. He grabs Kevin’s legs and pushes his knees up to his chest, his legs bouncing in the air with each thrust as Jeremy leans down, pressing him in half.
“Holy shit,” Jeremy mumbles, lips pressed against Kevin’s knee. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Oh my god,” Kevin whimpers, scrambling to find something to squeeze and landing on Jean. “Keep going, keep going, just like that. Don’t pull out.”
Impossibly deeper inside of Kevin, Jeremy plans on going nowhere else. He feels Kevin pulsating all around him, squeezing his cock, and pulls an unusually loud noise from the back of Kevin’s throat as he finishes.
Jeremy comes just a few seconds later, deep inside of Kevin. He’s so full now they can both feel it dripping out of him before Jeremy has even pulled out, getting on Kevin’s ass and Jeremy’s thighs at the same time. Sticky and thoroughly fucked, Kevin’s whole body twitches as Jeremy keeps going, wringing every lost drop from them both before he pulls out with a heavy breath, letting Kevin’s legs down.
He looks wrecked, so pink all over, and leaking onto their blanket with come from both of them. Jeremy gives a low whistle and pushes some back into him with two fingers uselessly, watching more drip out. He really can’t help himself this time, leaning down to drag his tongue through the mess, tasting all of them and moaning into Kevin.
Kevin whimpers, but doesn’t shy away from him at all. Jeremy would keep going, but he promised Jean something to do after, and he already had his meal.
“Jean,” Jeremy says, pulling him closer, away from Kevin’s neck, “take a look.”
Jean licks his lips as he kneels beside Jeremy, nodding his head. “You look good, Kevin.”
“Stop it,” Kevin mutters, tired and feeling shy again. He lets them hold his legs open anyway, just turning a deeper shade of red as he continues making a mess. “Stop staring at me.”
Jeremy lightly taps his inner thigh, but turns to Jean. “You wanted something to do. Clean him up, baby. He’s all yours, enjoy it.”
After stopping Jean from eating Kevin out earlier, it’s only fair to let him now. Jean’s eyes widen with delight at the gift he’s been given, getting lower to the bed to do just that. First, though, he grabs Jeremy by the thighs and licks them clean, then takes Jeremy’s cock in his mouth again. It gives Kevin a moment to breathe, and Jeremy can never be upset about it. Especially not when Jean’s throat constricts around him.
He moans both of their names softly, watching Jean’s every movement. His nose buries in the trimmed hairs, blinking away tears as he looks up at Jeremy, and then he pulls off. Jean wraps his hand around the base anyway, licking at the tip before he turns to Kevin. He slowly strokes Jeremy’s cock, keeping him hard, as he licks a long stripe through Kevin’s folds. Before he swallows, he shows Jeremy the come collected on his tongue, lashes stuck together when he looks back up.
“Good,” Jeremy tells him, patting his head. Jean jerks him off slowly, occasionally rubbing the tip with his thumb, and turns back to Kevin.
Kevin writhes on the sheets, but lets his hips buck into Jean’s mouth anyway as Jean licks and sucks at his sensitive cunt. He won’t be able to take this for very long, but Jean will absolutely be able to make him come again. And Jeremy is sure he can do the same for Jean.
He gently removes Jean’s hand and acquires the lube from under their pillows, kneeling between Jean’s spread thighs on the bed. From this angle, he has a good view of Jean’s bobbing head, his tongue lapping at the mess they both made of Kevin.
“Lift your hips, Jean,” Jeremy says. “And relax.”
Jean moans, doing both for him. Jeremy drizzles probably more lube than necessary on his cock and Jean’s hole, but they’re already so sticky it doesn’t matter. He stretched Jean earlier and has no trouble pushing slowly into him now, two hands planted firmly on his ass and moaning as he does.
“Yes,” Jean whines against Kevin. “Merde.”
Jeremy takes a second to watch, letting both himself and Jean adjust as Jean’s tongue flicks repeatedly at Kevin’s cock. Kevin’s hands are twisted in the sheets, his face turned and buried in a pillow, completely gone under Jean’s attention. Then Jeremy starts actually thrusting.
He and Jean moan in sync, and his thrusts push Jean up against Kevin, grinding them together. All three of them lose themselves in it—Kevin panting and rocking his hips, Jean moaning unabashedly into Kevin’s cunt, and Jeremy letting his mouth hang open as his entire body lights on fire from all of it. They’ve been going for so long that everything feels entirely more intense than usual, and when Jean clenches around Jeremy, Jeremy is sure he sees stars. He can’t imagine how they feel when they’ve both already come multiple times. No wonder they’re so whiny.
Kevin lays comfortably on the bed and fully relaxes into it, exactly what he needed tonight. Jeremy doesn’t have to ask to know it was a success when Kevin looks like his limbs are made of jelly, all of his body radiating pleasure. Jean is putting in as much work as he can manage, as always, his tongue and jaw moving together and the wet sounds completely obscene. Jeremy pushing him into Kevin helps, though, letting Kevin grind against him more. Jeremy handles the rest of it, taking care of them, pushing Jean to push Kevin, hearing as they get closer and feeling it himself.
It doesn’t take either of them very long, and their orgasms, their noises and the sights of them, Jean taking each of Jeremy’s fast thrusts, gets him not long after they’ve both collapsed. All three of them come one more time, exhausted by each other, and Jeremy only manages to pull out and finish on Jean’s back by a millisecond.
Jean sighs, yawning into Kevin’s thigh. “You weren’t supposed to pull out.”
“Easier,” Jeremy murmurs, rolling off of him. He yanks Jean up, away from Kevin’s thighs and near the pillows so the three of them can lay together. Jeremy rolls on top of them, even though they groan at the sudden shift of weight, to kiss both of their faces. “You were both so good. I love you.”
“I love you both,” Jean says softly, pressing his face to Kevin and Jeremy.
Kevin mumbles it half coherently from under them, his face still shoved against a pillow. Jeremy laughs and turns him slightly, helping him breathe, and kisses him and Jean again. Jean follows his lead, but Kevin is already half asleep. They aren’t offended when he doesn’t return the gesture.
The last thing Jeremy wants to do is force them up out of bed, but it has to be done. He makes them drink water, then drags them into a warm shower. Kevin sways on shaky legs, leaning up against Jean. Jeremy promises to return in a moment and goes back to their bedroom, stripping off the comforter but finding they didn’t touch anything else. It’s an easy replacement and gets him back into the shower with them sooner, letting both of them lean on him.
He doesn’t bother washing their hair tonight, but he does scrub them both clean, the three of them clinging together happily. Jeremy gets them out of the shower and dried off, helping them into his shirts and back into bed before retreating to get the snack boxes he put together beforehand, grateful for the foresight.
Jeremy runs his fingers through both of their hair, their heads resting on his shoulders while they eat. “Do you feel better now, Kev?”
“Hm?” Kevin hums sleepily, letting Jean feed him a cheese cube. “Feel better about what?”
“I believe that’s a yes, then,” Jean snorts.
“You’re so cute,” Jeremy sighs. He lifts the water bottle to Jean’s lips. “You’re both just so cute. How do you feel, Jean?”
Jean gives him a tired smile, letting his lips brush against Kevin’s shoulder as he begins to snore. “Good. Now stop asking questions and share this with me so we can join Kevin in passing out. You need to eat, too.”
Jeremy nods with a laugh, letting the warmth of it all envelop him. Jean looks nearly asleep on him, too, but all Jeremy can do is kiss his forehead and then Kevin’s, ready to get all of them to bed as soon as possible. Kevin has the right idea—again.