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Tonight was the night. Leon and Chris were going to make their move on Piers, and they were gonna make sure their intentions were as clear as could be because every other hint they'd dropped apparently did not compute to the man. Chris suspected Piers was willfully not seeing said hints because he knew Chris and Leon were together and being in a throuple just didn't occur to him. Leon was inclined to agree since it wasn't a very conventional relationship and it was already very different for Piers to be gay as a guy who grew up in a military family. Homophobia in the military was already absolutely horrible even in modern day, but being in a gay relationship with two men? Leon didn't doubt that Piers didn't even know that was an option open to him.
But that was okay, because he and Chris had talked a lot about it and they knew that even if they were already happy together, they could be even happier with the inclusion of Piers. Piers fit right with them, like another puzzle piece that just clicked perfectly with their personalities. He had qualities both men enjoyed and he definitely liked both of them too–he was respectful of them, but they could see it in the way he watched them so longingly whenever he thought they wouldn't notice. They'd both flirted with him separately and together, they'd taken him out to eat separately and together as well just to confirm it. Piers was definitely in love with both of them, but he wouldn't overstep perceived boundaries. That was very noble of him, but Leon was very close to overstepping those boundaries himself. Chris had convinced him to be patient and wait until this gala.
It was a Charity Gala for the Counter-Bioterrorism Agencies and Organizations to attend and make connections at. Something to draw them all together to promote alliances and collaborations while also raising money for the victims of Bioterrorism. Members of the BSAA, TerraSave, the DSO, and other Anti-Bioterrorism organizations were expected to attend.
Chris was a Founding Member and the BSAA’s most well known Captain. He made Piers his plus one with the excuse of teaching his protegé how to pretend he didn't wanna strangle anyone with his tie(or drown them in the punch bowl, Leon had added helpfully) at events such as this, as well as taking the opportunity to network. Though Leon was still relatively new to the BSAA compared to Chris, he was their top performing Agent and his name was known far and wide even before he'd switched jobs. Claire was there to represent TerraSave and she'd brought Sherry as her plus one, mainly because the two women had helped Leon and Chris make this plan to make a move on Piers and also because Sherry enjoyed dressing up and dancing and eating fancy food.
Leon hated socializing and wouldn’t have attended even after the director of the North American Branch practically begged him to, but he and Chris had this plan to woo Piers. And for that reason, the Agent went all out to make sure he was as eye-catching as possible. He'd spend the night ignoring anyone who approached him with the intention to charm him, but it would be worth it if this worked. Jill, who'd also noticed the whole Thing between Leon, Chris, and Piers, had teased the blonde about being the Prettiest Girl At The Party.
Getting ready was kind of fun, at least for Leon. Chris didn't need much time to get ready, but he predictably left it to the last second to get dressed because he hated suits. Honestly, the man was more comfortable in armor and carrying weapons than he was in a suit and tie. He got his own enjoyment out of helping Leon get ready, though, which almost made them late. Hopefully that meant it would have a similar effect on Piers.
Chris and Leon arrived at the Gala and made their rounds greeting people who wanted to make connections. They didn't really need to do much, just let others come to them. Jill and Claire were in similar situations, and Piers stuck by his Captain's side to observe how his mentor handled people and maintaining both his own reputation and the BSAA’s reputation.
Piers, just as Leon had hoped, had a hard time keeping his eyes off of the Agent.
Leon was wearing a pale grey slim fit suit with a dark blue dress shirt, a pale blue tie that matched his eyes and had swirling white designs. The star of the show was the cream colored corset vest with the same intricate white designs as his tie and silver detailing. It was all tied together with shiny white shoes that he'd never wear anywhere else.
Leon had let his hair get longer than it'd ever been–the shortest parts of it were almost to his chin and the longest parts were a little past it. He kept it in a ponytail most of the time, which also drew the attention of both the men he was in love with. He didn't really know why the ponytail had that particular effect on them, but it was flattering.
Leon had never enjoyed being perceived before now, but his life really had turned around from what it used to be. The seemingly endless misery was a thing of the past. He had friends, he had a job that had benefits and treated him well and valued him the way it should, and he had a boyfriend he loved. And still, here he was, chasing after more. Did that make him greedy? Maybe. But if there was anything Leon had learned, it was that life was too fucking short for him to waste his time pining for things and never chasing after them. Besides, Chris wanted the same thing, so at least they could be greedy and lovestruck together.
The Agent watched Piers' eyes switch to take in Chris' next and he couldn't resist a grin at the light flush getting darker on the Sniper's cheeks.
Chris was in an olive green single breasted suit with a cream dress shirt, a tan tie, and gold cuff links Claire had gifted him when he made Captain years ago. His shoes were simple brown dress shoes. The whole outfit was simple, but Chris was a handsome man and the colors complimented his features. If it were up to the bigger man, he would've just gotten a plain black suit and tie and been done with it, but Leon had taken him to get an actual tailored suit with colors. The Agent wasn't the most fashionable person out there by a long shot, but he was better at it than Chris. Plus, the Captain’s dress shirt was the same color and shade as Leon's corset. And if Claire and Sherry succeeded in their part of the plan, Piers would also have something that matched both of them too.
Leon couldn't take credit for the matching colors idea, or even wearing a corset–Jill had mentioned the colors thing when they'd been brainstorming and buzzed from a few drinks after work one day. Carlos was actually the one to propose the idea of the corset, having gotten in on the plan for fun. Jill had said something about Leon's slim waist and Carlos had immediately jumped on that idea. Honestly, the blonde was just glad he actually remembered that conversation after being a few drinks in.
And once Piers had arrived, Leon had smacked at Chris' arm urgently, not taking his eyes off the Lieutenant as he'd entered the extravagantly decorated ballroom. Chris’ jaw dropped and then he'd subsequently shut his mouth with a click when he remembered they were in public.
Claire and Sherry wouldn't tell the men anything about the younger man's outfit or even the color scheme, so they'd been waiting to see it. Piers was wearing an alluring maroon slim fit suit with victorian-style coattails, a tan dress shirt, a yellow tie with cream colored designs and a matching pocket square with the same designs. His dress shoes were dark brown. He also had gold studs in his ears that caught the light and glinted gorgeously.
Holy fuck.
So, really, it was more like all three men had a hard time keeping their eyes from straying towards each other, but Chris was by far the best at resisting the urge. Leon had caught Claire and Sherry's eyes and they'd both given him knowing looks. He'd found Jill and Carlos at one point and gotten a thumbs up and a pat on the shoulder, and a compliment from Carlos on the corset. Their short fling was in the distant past, but Carlos was still just as good at making the Agent blush. What could he say, the man was an attentive lover and he was damn good at sex, and so charming. In another life, maybe he and Leon would have been a thing, but not this one, and that was okay.
The people practically lining up to talk to Leon and Chris seemed endless and the Agent was getting impatient to actually put their plan in motion, so when he heard the band start playing music to dance to, he grasped Chris' hand and pulled him to the dance floor. The song was more of a salsa rhythm and Leon made full use of it.
Piers was immediately entranced, which only made the couple bolder in their display. A crowd gathered along the edges of the dancefloor and then there was a large circle cleared to give them room. Another couple joined them and Leon laughed when he realized who it was–Bruce McGivern and Fong Ling used to be in Leon's unit and were also black ailed by the government.
They'd transferred to TerraSave when the DSO was established and they'd immediately put together a proper wedding ceremony and reception that they hadn't gotten to have when they'd gotten married in the early 2000’s. They were giving it a couple of years before they had kids to just enjoy their freedom and new life together.
A third couple joined the dance and once again, Leon realized it was a pair of his old coworkers–Alice Abernathy and David King. They worked well together, though they weren't romantically involved. No, Alice had eyes for Carlos and David didn't really care for romance.
Piers’ gaze on the Captain's and Agent burned in the most delicious way and Leon couldn't keep the grin off his face. The couple made their way over to the Sniper when the dance was over.
“I'm gonna get some punch, since I actually dance.” He bumped his shoulder to Chris' with a smirk before leaving for the table of refreshments.
Both Piers and Chris watched him go. Piers realized it was probably inappropriate for him to do so but Chris was equally absorbed in watching the way his partner moved, the sway of his hips, every movement intentional and smooth. He figured he could probably get away with this one.
(Chris was fully aware Piers was watching.)
The Lieutenant looked away just before his Captain did.”I didn't know Leon liked to dance.” He commented. “He's so different from what I expected him to be like when he started working with us. It's a good different, though–it’s nice to see him smile so often.” He looked up at the taller man with his own smile. “Thanks to you.”
“And you.” Chris added, prompting a raised eyebrow from his protegé. “He really does like working with you–says you're the only one that can keep up with him in the field and in training.” He disclosed. “That's high praise coming from Leon.”
Piers’ cheeks flushed at the memories of many training sessions involving knives and him and Leon pinning each other–to the walls or the floor, it didn't matter. The younger man wished he had a champagne flute in his hand if only to have something to sip at so he could look away from those stormcloud grey eyes that read him so easily. He and Chris had a synergy in the field that always made him feel invincible.
“You two work great together, though?” He pointed out.
Chris shrugged a shoulder. “I'm good at making plans and sticking to them, he's good at improvising and has about five backup plans ready for every part of a plan that can go wrong. And at that point, I just do what he tells me and trust it'll work out.” He chuckled fondly, no trace of chagrin in his tone. “But you? You two suit each other. You don't even have to say a word to know what the other is thinking and you're completely conscious of each other even while you're taking down BOWs. It's rare to find that compatibility.”
Piers took the opportunity to grab a champagne flute off a passing tray and take a drink while he thought about his response, because really what was he even supposed to say to that?? That he wanted to be compatible with his Captain and their top Agent off the field too? Christ, that would make things so awkward. Even if Chris and Leon seemed to like having him with them when they could be spending time doing whatever couples did and the boundaries were starting to get a little difficult to parse out between the three of them lately, Piers knew saying something like that would definitely be overstepping.
Thankfully, Leon returned and saved him from having to respond at all. The current song playing ended and the next began. He recognized it as a Tango right as Leon placed himself in front of the Lieutenant–intentionally by the looks of it.
“Do you know the Tango?” He asked, a hopeful note to his voice.
Piers actually did know the tango–his cousin was a professional ballroom dancer and he used to be her practice buddy since her dance partner lived far away and they couldn't always practice together. Her favorite dances were the tango and the salsa. He didn't particularly find any use for the skill since he'd always been aiming to go into the military, but he suddenly felt like he should send Miriam a thank you card or something for this.
“I do.” He answered.
Leon's smile was dazzling and he held out a hand. Chris took the champagne flute from the Sniper without prompting and Piers took the shorter man's hand, following him onto the dance floor.
“Where did you learn to dance?” Piers wondered as the music picked up and they began to move together.
“It was part of my training–any skill they thought I might need to blend in, infiltrate, or impersonate, I learned and perfected.” The Agent answered. “But let's not talk about work right now.” He suggested with a vixenish smile that had the Lieutenant’s ears burning just from the sight. Leon wrapped his arms around the taller man and swayed with him to the melody of the music. He let Piers lead him, easily reading and following his intentions for each movement. Chris was right–they were good together….
Everywhere Leon touched, Piers could feel the ghost of his hands after they’d already moved on and craved to feel them all over him, had to consciously stop himself from squeezing the muscle of the blonde's leg when he pulled it up to frame his hip and lead the man into the next movement.
Piers had always felt kind of like a dancing monkey when he was helping his cousin practice her dances. All the flourishes, the rigid form she had to hold herself in and the way she had to have tight control over her movements while he'd simply copied the recordings she'd shown him of her partner’s part as best he could. He was no expert in professional dancing, but this was different. Leon didn't hold himself rigid and carefully dictate his movements–he had a grace to him that seemed so natural. His movements were elegant and fluid, flowing into the Sniper's own moves perfectly.
Piers, because he could get away with it and he was allowing himself to be selfish just for this dance, kept the Agent pressed to him as much as he could manage, moving together perfectly as one across the floor. He grasped the shorter man's hand and twirled him around, getting a joyful laugh for his efforts. Leon's smile stayed on his face, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. The golden highlights in his hair caught the warm light of the chandeliers and contrasted gorgeously with the cool-toned colors of his outfit.
Piers wrapped an arm around the Agent's trim waist and pulled them flush from hip to chest. Their faces were so close, he could feel the other man's breath on his lips. Leon tilted his head, almost like he was going to close the space between them and press their lips together. The younger man was stuck between panicking and desperately hoping for it. He wouldn't initiate it, but he'd take it if it was given, knew he wasn't disciplined enough to stop himself in that scenario. Not when he wanted so badly.
His eyes left Leon's and he managed to find Chris across the dancefloor, expecting him to have a white-knuckled grip on Piers' abandoned champagne flute and his eyes narrowed in betrayal. Instead, he saw the Captain casually leaning against a pillar and watching them with interest, his eyes roaming every inch of where Leon and Piers pressed together until his eyes met the Lieutenant’s. No, that wasn't just interest–he recognized the fiery deluge of want and desire in his Captain's eyes. And suddenly, both Leon and Chris’ recent behavior towards him, Claire and Sherry’s insistence that he get something elaborate and charming to wear to this gala, and the way his own outfit had colors that featured in Leon and Chris’ own outfits all made sense. Everything clicked into place. He'd been turning away from the individual signs of what was really going on because he'd been sure that it couldn't be possible, but here it was in bold letters, spelled out for him.
“There it is.” Leon murmured, and Piers focused back on his dance partner.
The blonde gazed at him with all the craving he'd been hiding and pulled the Sniper into the next few moves of the dance while Piers processed the realization that had just smacked him in the face.
“Do you understand now?” Leon asked him, his careful gaze analyzing the surprised expression of the younger man.
“You–this is–” The Lieutenant stuttered, not quite sure what he even wanted to say. He was pretty sure he wasn't misinterpreting the situation, but how could he make sure of that?
“All for you.” The Agent confirmed for him, patient and keeping his voice soft and the words only between them. “We've wanted to approach you for a while, but….we weren't really sure how to go about it.” He admitted, a little sheepish. The abashed smile he gave the younger man was unexpectedly genuine and sweet, a contrast to his languid movements that were still driving the Lieutenant to biblical levels of greed. “Then this thing came up and well….we saw an opportunity. How'd we do?”
Piers took back control of their dance and spun the Agent around once, twice before tipping him back and swinging him around. He pulled Leon back up and flush against him, grasping his thigh firmly to pull that long, slim leg up and over the Lieutenant’s hip and pushing his leg between the Agent's and pulling their hips together in a way he hadn't before.
His eyes met Leon's surprised ice blue and satisfaction curled in his chest. It was difficult to get one over on the blonde who was always the one in charge of interactions he wanted to direct. There was a nervousness to the Agent's hopeful gaze and Piers wanted to kiss it away, but they were still in public, plus there were at least a few people at the Gala who were aware Leon and Chris were together and he wasn't trying to cause a scandal. So instead, the Sniper danced them across the floor as the song began to wind up to its second crescendo. He twirled the blonde and then dipped him low.
“Perfect.” Piers murmured to him in answer to his question. The blonde looked dazed, an alluring red flush high on his cheeks and coloring his ears–cute. Piers pulled him back up and took his champagne from Chris, who was still watching them with barely concealed want. Huh. Hard to be any more clear than that. Still– “And you're sure this is okay?”
“We’re sure.” The Captain confirmed as he wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's waist. “Come home with us tonight?” A large hand found the small of the Lieutenant’s back, the light touch sending sparks of need up his spine. Piers wasted no time nodding.
“Then let's get out of here–think I've had my fill of mingling with this crowd.” Leon insisted eagerly, eyes alight with barely concealed lust that made the Lieutenant shiver.
“Just make sure you tell Claire and Sherry we're leaving.” Chris told him as they all discreetly headed for the door, though all bets were off as soon as they were out of the building. Leon laced his fingers with Piers’ and pulled him toward a sleek black Ferrari while simultaneously sending a text. The younger man whistled at the Italian luxury car and let the blonde pull him into the backseat as Chris got into the driver's seat. It was surprisingly accommodating for the large man, if a little snug in the way of headroom.
“What model is this?” Piers wondered in amazement. He'd never been inside a luxury car, much less dated anyone who owned one.
“458 Italia.” The Agent answered with a grin, watching the Lieutenant appreciate the interior as they pulled out of the parking lot. As soon as it wasn't visible to them anymore, Leon pulled the younger man into a hungry kiss. Piers groaned into it, burying a hand in silky blonde hair and pulling the hair-tie out so Leon's hair fell around his face. He tilted his head to slot their mouths together at a better angle, opening his mouth to the older man instantly and letting their tongues intertwine.
The kiss tasted of champagne and the fruity flavor of the punch. Leon kissed like he was starving and Piers was his only source of sustenance within a hundred miles. It ended with the Agent in his lap and grinding his hips against the Sniper's. Piers groaned, hands falling to hold onto the older man's hips as he reconnected their lips to muffle his own sounds and swallow all of Leon’s.
Chris had the willpower of a god not to crash the car while the two got hot and heavy in the back, but the Lieutenant could see his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. He just knew the man was hard as a rock in his slacks.
They made it back to Chris and Leon's house in record time(Piers was pretty sure his Captain had broken some road laws to do so, but he couldn't blame the guy) and before Leon could make the younger man cum in his pants, thankfully, though it was a very close thing. Leon pulled him through the front door and up the stairs to his and Chris' room, the Captain following them up. He seemed to have more patience than Leon did, or maybe just more willpower. Probably the second thing.
Piers found himself stripped quickly, and then so did Chris. The bigger man pressed himself along the Lieutenant's backside as soon as they were both bare, his massive cock fitting between Piers' ass cheeks and rubbing there, precum already slicking the way. Muscled arms wrapped around his waist and a hot mouth found the side of his neck, up under his jaw. A large, callused hand wrapped around his cock and he bucked his hips with a groan, pulling one from his Captain as well with the movement. This was exactly how he'd imagined Chris to be as a lover–careful and considerate, but no less aching for it than his partner was.
Piers turned his head and was rewarded with a kiss from the older man, moaning at the languid movements of Chris’ tongue. The Captain kissed with a burning intensity that devoured Piers and surrounded him in the man's warmth. He wasn't calculating and enthusiastic like Leon, he took his time to take the younger man apart.
Fuck, Piers was already close just from grinding with Leon in the car and now he had Chris’ big, warm hand around him. He gasped into the kiss and Chris took the opportunity to plunder his mouth like it belonged to him. He sped up his strokes and the Sniper's noises were swallowed.
Suddenly, the hand was gone and he didn't even have time to let out a whine before there was wet heat surrounding him instead. Piers bucked in surprise with a moan. He broke the kiss to look down and found Leon with his mouth around the younger man's cock, blue eyes looking heatedly up at the Lieutenant and Captain through his lashes. Chris tangled a hand in the loose dirty blonde hair and pushed his head down slowly until he'd taken the younger man all the way to the base.
Leon swallowed around him and that was it for Piers. He came with a broken cry, his head falling back onto Chris' shoulder as his hips jumped, pumping his release into the blonde's mouth. Leon's hands held his hips and Chris’ free arm supported him securely around his waist. He appreciated it, because his knees just about buckled when Leon swallowed around him again and licked up every last drop of cum on his way to pull off the Lieutenant’s cock.
Piers slumped against his Captain, chest heaving as he caught his breath. “You guys are fucking dangerous.” He groaned hoarsely, getting laughter from both older men.
“You're too pretty for your own good.” Leon retorted, standing and planting a chaste kiss on the Sniper's cheek. “Need a minute?”
“Yeah. Lemme eat you out?” Now that he was allowed to look without being deemed a voyeur(he'd had to start timing his showers for whenever Leon wasn't in one at base), he was eager to get between those deadly thighs and lap at that pretty pussy like a dog in heat. He'd been jerking off for weeks thinking about being between these two–speared on Chris’ cock and deep inside Leon, it didn't even matter whether it was in his ass or his cunt as long as the Lieutenant got to be surrounded by them.
Leon's cheeks flushed at the forwardness and he backed up to settle on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs in invitation and bringing a hand down to spread his soaked pussy lips. Both Chris and Piers groaned at the sight and big hands pushed him down by the shoulders. He dropped to his knees and crawled to his destination, wrapping his arms around pale thighs and burying his face between them with no hesitation.
Leon's hand tangled itself in his hair as the blonde let out a gasp and a moan as soon as the Lieutenant started licking up the abundant slick of his cunt. Chris ate pussy like he was savoring a meal, but Piers ate it like he was starving for it. He lapped up the juices with enough enthusiasm to have the Agent falling back onto the bed, his legs closing around the younger man's head. Piers didn't pull them away and just kept going at it, pushing his tongue deep inside and feeling the blonde shudder around him.
Behind him, Chris chuckled. Piers would fit right in with them perfectly. He'd retrieved the lube and a condom from the drawer of a bedside table and warmed it between his fingers before circling one around Piers' asshole. The Lieutenant moaned into Leon's cunt, pulling a whine from the Agent at the vibrations.
The bigger man was careful with his ministrations, letting the dusky pucker relax before pushing one finger in carefully. The hole swallowed his finger greedily and the bigger man swore under his breath, starting to thrust the finger in and out. He was able to add a second soon after and did his best to be patient as he scissored them. Piers and Leon made a cacophony of noise together with their moans and whines and the loud, messy slurping sounds that made Chris’ face feel hot and his cock leak. He distracted himself with prepping Piers, pressing kisses and sucking marks into the smooth skin of the younger man's back.
“Piers–fuck–cumming, I'm–hngh!” Leon gasped out, his legs a vice around the younger man's head. Chris had to hand it to the Sniper for apparently enjoying having his skull borderline crushed by those thighs. The hasty exits the Lieutenant had a tendency of making after sparring with Leon were always entertaining to watch for both older men. The same went for when he sparred with Chris too. It was cute that he tried so hard to be respectful of them, both separately as individuals and as a couple. They'd been dropping hints for a while now and Piers seemingly dismissed them away in an effort not to get between them and ruin a relationship. Little did he know….
Leon came on Piers' unrelenting tongue and a sob was forced from his throat when the younger man didn't stop. The Sniper licked into the Agent’s sensitive cunt mercilessly, driving the blonde nuts. It took Chris every ounce of discipline he had developed to stay focused on his own task. He let Piers go at it while he stretched him, listening to the helpless, frantic sounds Leon was making as he neared a second orgasm so soon after the first.
Piers lapped at him, shoving his tongue in and fucking that soaked cunt like it was his job. Leon couldn't stop himself from grinding onto the younger man's face if he tried. The blonde arched off the bed, hands pulling at short brown hair and hips chasing the pleasure as he came again, nearly crushing the Sniper's skull between his thighs for a second time. Piers drank it all up like it was nectar of the gods, moaning into the slick folds once Leon's legs loosened around him, falling to either side as shudders wracked the Agent's body.
Chris spared Leon his Lieutenant’s attention when he found the younger man's prostate and pressed it incessantly like a button. Piers all but collapsed with a surprised moan, hands clenched in the duvet at the edge of the bed.
“That's a good boy,” The bigger man murmured, strapping an arm across Piers' chest and pulling him up to mouth at his neck while he fingered him open, listening to the the responding moan at the praise from his Captain. “You wanna cum now or do you want me to stop?” He asked, the words pressed into the warm skin just under the shorter man's ear. Piers shuddered, squirming in his mentor's grasp as jolts of pleasure assaulted his nerve endings each time those thick fingers pressed that spot inside him.
The Sniper shook his head, indecisive. “I don't know, I….” He hid his face in the bigger man's neck, moaning helplessly. “Feels so fucking good, Chris.…” His ass clenched around the fingers and he rocked his hips down.
A delighted shiver ran up the Captain's spine at the sound of his name from his Lieutenant's lips. He sucked a mark into the skin under Piers' ear before capturing his lips, moaning at the taste of Leon on his tongue. He pulled his fingers out when he pulled away, making the decision for him. It may be selfish of him, but he desperately wanted to fuck the pretty man, had been wanting to press him against the tile in the communal showers and make him moan loud enough for it to echo and everyone passing by outside could hear him being taken apart on Chris' cock for months now.
Piers gave a yelp when he was picked up and tossed onto the bed, Leon having backed up to the pillows to make room for the other two. Chris settled over him, blanketing him in warmth and muscle.
“How do you wanna do this, sweetheart?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the younger man's temple and another to his cheek. God, how did he balance being so sweet and so hot at the same time?! It made it hard for the Lieutenant to decide what he wanted to do–he wanted to be sandwiched between the two, but God, he wished he could see both of their faces at the same time. Maybe they should invest in a mirror, behind the headboard or maybe on the ceiling above them….
“Piers,” Leon called gently, drawing the younger man into a soft kiss that tasted like him. “What do you want?” He wondered when he pulled away.
“I….I want Chris in me and I wanna be in you.” The Lieutenant finally gave in to the most common wet dream he had of these two. “If that's okay….?”
He was rewarded with a kiss from Chris that time. “How do you want us?” He followed up.
“Just like this.” The Sniper answered, flustered at all the attention being on him. He was actually in bed with the two people he cared about the most and had been fantasizing about for so long. It was almost surreal, but every touch they granted him also grounded him. This was really happening.
Leon smiled and laid back against the pillows, opening his arms for the younger man. Piers crawled between his legs and the blonde opened the condom, rolling it onto the Lieutenant's cock. He let Piers position himself. Chris gave an approving hum from behind them and his cheeks heated. Big hands grasped the Sniper's hips and directed him to push into the wet cunt waiting for him. Leon and Piers moaned in unison and he paused once he was all the way in, already shaking at the tight warmth around him. Leon's arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as his soft walls quivered around the solid intrusion.
“Good?” Chris checked in.
“Good, Captain.” The younger man said on instinct before his cheeks flushed and he dropped his face to Leon's neck to hide in embarrassment with a groan.
Lips kissed along the nape of his neck and his shoulders, a warm chuckle filling his ears. “I don't have anything against titles in bed, but work might get a little complicated if we do that.” The older man pointed out good naturedly. “I can barely get away with calling you mine already.” He sighed, nipping at a mark he'd already made earlier to hear the hitch in the younger man's breath.
And well….that made a lot of sense now. The way Chris liked to call Piers his Lieutenant or his sniper(that one was the younger man's favorite), how he always had that warm, fond smile when he did. He'd actually meant it all those times….
“You ready for me, sweetheart?” There was that pet name again. Piers had never considered himself a pet names kind of guy, but he could listen to Chris calling him that all day every day, or listen to him calling Leon baby in that same sweet tone.
“We're good. Go ahead.” Excitement and arousal buzzed in the Lieutenant's veins as the hands on his hips tightened and he felt a blunt pressure at his back door. The head of Chris’ cock popped in and they both groaned. It didn't hurt, because he'd been prepared so thoroughly, just felt strange. It always did at first, though it'd been a while since Piers had slept with anyone–he’d been totally gone on Leon and Chris for a while.
Slowly, the taller man sank into the tight ass until his hips pressed against Piers and the younger man was stuck between wanting to fall forward into Leon's arms or back against Chris’ chest. The Captain solved that dilemma for him pretty quickly and leaned forward, pinning the younger man between both him and Leon and oh, this was fucking paradise….
Once Chris started moving, the Sniper's brain was devoid of any coherent thoughts as he was trapped in the most delicious cage he never wanted to escape from. Chris’ rhythm and the force of his thrusts dictated their overall movement and the Captain wasn't holding back anymore. He'd been patient, hadn't even cum once this whole time while Piers had gotten one orgasm and Leon had gotten two(the Lieutenant would've happily sent the Agent endlessly spiralling into more with just his mouth–he’d never eaten pussy before, but it wasn't hard to figure out and Piers quite enjoyed the taste of Leon once he got it).
Chris slammed home into Piers' ass and the younger man, in turn, slammed into Leon's cunt that squeezed so amazingly around him. Leon and Piers were fully along for the ride.
And what a ride it was. The rhythm didn't take long to fall apart until they were just a mess of frenzied, desperate movements. Leon and Piers were noisy, and Chris’ quieter, deeper sounds added to it and the sound of skin on skin. Leon would kiss Piers and then he'd draw Chris in for a kiss over the Sniper’s shoulder and then Chris would kiss Piers and it was so messy but so fucking good.
Taking pleasure from both sides, Piers shook between them as his orgasm approached rapidly, a freight train with no brakes. His hips shoved back into Chris' thrusts and forward into Leon's rocking hips endlessly, out of his control. He dropped a hand down to thumb at the sensitive little nub that drove Leon wild when he'd sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue earlier. God, he wanted to get his mouth on that sweet pussy again, and he wanted to eat Leon's ass out too, and he wanted the blonde to ride his face sometime….
Piers could only gasp and moan into the Agent's neck when Chris shifted and then he was hitting the smaller man's prostate dead on. He whined as nimble fingers carded through his hair and he did his best to keep rubbing Leon off. The shorter man squirmed under him, arching up into his thrusts. Chris’ hands on Piers' hips did him a favor and changed their angle too, just right to hit the blonde's sweet spot.
Everything was a blur from there. The spring coiled tight in his navel and he couldn't even be bothered to feel embarrassed about the way his noises cracked and went breathy the closer he got.
“Close, I'm so close!” He gasped, fucking into Leon and back onto Chris' cock so desperately, he might as well have been an actual dog in heat. “Lee, I'm–hng! Chris!”
Chris pulled his Lieutenant up so he could turn the man's head and kiss him. He reached around and took over getting Leon off since the younger man was clearly struggling with his coordination while being assaulted with pleasure from both sides. It was adorable that he still tried anyway, and so on-brand for his determined, headstrong secon-in-command. Jesus, Chris loved him so much.
“Come on, sweetheart, cum for us.” He insisted lowly in the Sniper's ear when he broke the kiss. “He wants it so bad, look at him.” Piers followed the older man's gaze–Leon was debauched and needy, whining as Chris' thumb flicked at his clit. Just to see, the Captain trailed a finger down to the folds wrapped around his Lieutenant's cock and pressed at the edge. The blonde was so wet, the thick finger slid in alongside Piers’ dick and Leon gave a whine that went right to Chris’ cock.
Apparently, that was the tipping point for the younger man and Piers snapped his hips into Leon once, twice more before he bowed forward with a shaky moan, cumming harder than he'd ever cum in his life. Chris, ever attentive, pinched Leon’s clit between his knuckles and the bolt of pleasure bordering on pain set the blonde off too, clenching around the younger man still inside him who whined at the undulating walls surrounding him.
Fuck, they were so gorgeous together. Chris gave a guttural groan as he came too, filling Piers to the brim.
They stayed like that for a long moment, catching their breaths. It was a conscious effort not to let himself collapse on top of the other two, but Chris eventually pulled out and pulled Piers out of Leon while he was at it, since his protegé was down for the count.
Leon slid off the bed before Chris could and pulled the condom off Piers' cock, tying it off and heading to the bathroom to dispose of it. He came back with damp rags. Both the Captain and his Lieutenant watched the Agent's hips sway, forever enchanted by the way he strutted around so gracefully even after a mind-blowing orgasm.
Leon wiped them all down, the soft smile on his face betraying how much he enjoyed seeing them both strung out and limp. He went to clean himself up too, but Chris stopped him, pulling him back onto the bed and laying back to position the blonde over his face.
“For an old man, you sure do have a lot in you for this stuff.” The Agent mused, which got him a light smack on the ass from the bigger man. Leon grinned, but did what his boyfriend wanted and settled down.
Chris didn't put much effort into eating him out, at least not yet. No, he was preoccupied with licking up the tangy juices as they dripped out of the blonde. Piers' cock gave a valiant twitch and he groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes to hide the sight.
“You guys are gonna fuckin’ kill me….” Slim fingers intertwined with his and he pulled his arm away to see Leon's dazed expression focused on him. He looked like he wanted something, but he was too busy getting his pussy eaten to form words. Piers took a guess and sat up, connecting their lips and wrapping an arm around the shorter man's waist.
Leon made these sweet little noises into the kiss while Chris cleaned him out. The Lieutenant carded fingers through the light hair and was rewarded with a pleased shudder from the blonde, who clung onto him.
He knew when Chris actually started trying to make the Agent cum again because Leon suddenly gasped into their lazy kisses and his grasp on Piers tightened as he squirmed. Chris wouldn’t let him pull his hips away from the stimulation, holding them there while he properly ate the Agent out. He had mercy on his boyfriend and sucked on his clit, keeping it up until Leon gave a high-pitched cry that cracked halfway through and his eyes rolled back in his head as he squirted right into the older man's mouth.
Chris drank it up greedily and then finally let go of the younger man's hips. Leon was boneless and Piers helped him move until he was simply laying on top of the younger man. The blonde pretty much passed out right then, just like that. Huh. Piers had never seen anyone fall asleep cuddling like that, but whatever worked, he supposed. Besides, Leon seemed so content this way, with his face tucked right up under his new boyfriend's jaw.
“I know, he's like a cat.” Chris chuckled. He wrapped an arm around Piers, pulling him and Leon closer. The Sniper settled against his side, his head pillowed on a broad shoulder. Chris dropped a kiss on his Lieutenant’s forehead and everything felt perfect.
He dropped off into sleep to the sound of Leon and Chris’ even breaths, the weight of the Agent on top of him, and the feeling of home curling in his chest.