3. Zaire #4
“That’s because you keep doing weird shit and refusing to explain any of it.” I shift in the chair and immediately regret moving that much. My body still feels stretched and oversensitive, and I can feel the mess Khalil left slipping slowly between my thighs. “Also, that still wasn’t an answer.”
Khalil ignores me and steps in behind Auden. Auden is still kissing Elio when Khalil’s hand disappears between them, but the change in his breathing is immediate. His mouth pauses against Elio’s, and his fingers tighten where they’re curled against the side of Elio’s neck.
Elio pulls back just enough to see his face. “Already?”
Auden gives him a smug little smile that lasts all of two seconds. “He’s already got a finger inside me.” His eyebrows lift, and then his breath catches again. “Two. Jesus Christ.”
I lean forward in the chair, because apparently exhaustion has done absolutely nothing for my curiosity.
Khalil’s other hand is firm on Auden’s hip, holding him steady while he works him open from behind.
The angle I’m at gives me a perfect few of Auden’s side profile and the way Khalil is slipping into him just a little too easily.
Auden’s shoulders loosen faster than they should, the same strange ease I felt when Khalil touched me earlier.
“Fuck, he’s got magic hands.” Auden laughs under his breath and lowers his forehead to Elio’s. “They’re just sliding in.”
Elio answers with a low, pleased sound that vibrates in his throat.
I stare at him. “What the fuck was that?”
Elio’s eyes open halfway. “What was what?”
“You fucking purred.” I point at him from the chair while he immediately starts shaking his head. “Don’t even try it. I heard you.”
“I did not purr.” Elio tries to sound offended, but Auden is laughing against his cheek and ruining the effect.
“You absolutely did.” I’m still grinning when my attention slides back to Khalil’s hand and the smile fades a little.
Auden shouldn’t be that ready either. None of us have fucked him recently, and if he’d prepped before the party, he would’ve said so because Auden schedules sex with the same level of organization he brings to everything else.
Khalil presses another finger in, and Auden’s mouth falls open on a rough breath. Whatever question I’m trying to put together gets buried under Elio’s pleased laugh and Auden muttering, “Fuck,” against his mouth.
Khalil pulls his hand away a moment later, and Auden actually makes an annoyed sound at the loss before he catches himself. Elio notices and grins up at him. “You liked that.”
“Don’t start.” Auden’s voice has gone rough enough to make the warning useless.
Auden opens his mouth to say something, but Khalil pushes into him and whatever he planned to say dies off in a gasp.
His arms lock on either side of Elio, his head dropping while a harsh sound tears out of him.
Khalil holds still behind him, both hands firm on Auden’s hips while Auden breathes through the first stretch.
Elio’s teasing drops immediately. He cups Auden’s face and waits until Auden looks at him. “You good?”
“I’m fucking fantastic.” Auden’s breath shakes at the end, but the smile he gives Elio is real. “You two undersold him.”
Elio laughs softly and kisses him. Khalil draws back at the same time and pushes forward again, and Auden groans into Elio’s mouth hard enough that Elio’s legs tighten around him.
I prop one ankle over the other and settle deeper into the chair. “Still feeling dominant over there?”
Auden turns his head enough to find me. His breathing is harder now, his cheeks flushed, but the look he gives me could still peel paint. “Fuck off.”
“Just checking.” I grin when Elio giggles beneath him. “You seemed distracted.”
Auden’s hand slides down Elio’s thigh, spreading him wider while Khalil steadily works into a harder rhythm behind him.
“Stay open for me.” Auden’s voice catches halfway through the sentence when Khalil drives forward. He pauses, takes a breath, then looks straight into Elio’s eyes. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Elio’s pupils are blown wide. “Yes, sir.”
Auden offers him a filthy smile. “Good boy.”
Khalil thrusts harder behind him, and Auden’s eyes squeeze shut for a beat. Elio immediately starts grinning again. “You were saying?”
“I can still make you regret being a smart-ass.”
“You’re currently getting fucked too hard to finish a sentence.”
Auden’s hand tightens on Elio’s thigh. “Keep testing that theory.”
I laugh, and Khalil does too, a low sound behind Auden that makes Auden twist enough to glare at him. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“You make it easy.” Khalil pulls him back into the next thrust, and Auden’s glare disappears along with his breath.
The teasing burns away as Khalil’s pace picks up.
Auden keeps his body curved over Elio, one hand planted beside his head and the other firm around his thigh, but his breathing has gone rough enough that every exhale brushes hot across Elio’s mouth.
Khalil drives into him from behind with a steady rhythm that rocks Auden forward, and each time it happens, Auden takes that force and gives it straight to Elio.
From the chair, I can’t look anywhere else. The three of them move like they’ve done this a hundred times instead of never, Khalil pulling Auden back into him while Auden pushes deeper into Elio, Elio opening beneath both of them until there’s almost no space left between their bodies.
His curls are damp against his forehead, his lips swollen from kissing, and whatever smart-ass thing he might usually say has disappeared beneath the sounds Auden keeps dragging out of him.
Auden dips his head and catches Elio’s mouth again, slower than before. “Look at me, baby.”
Elio’s hands slide up Auden’s back and hold there as another thrust from Khalil drives Auden forward. Elio’s mouth falls open against his, a broken sound slipping out before Auden kisses him through it.
“Keep going.” Elio’s voice barely sounds like him anymore, soft and breathless while he pulls Auden closer. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
Auden’s eyes darken before giving him exactly what he asked for, rolling into him again as Khalil moves behind him. The table shifts beneath them, Elio’s fingers digging harder into Auden’s shoulders while his head tips back against the wood.
I’ve been in the middle of them enough times to recognize every little tell, the way Elio’s thighs start shaking when he gets close, the way Auden gets quieter when he’s losing himself even though he’ll fight like hell to keep control.
But I’ve never seen Khalil folded into them. He shouldn’t fit this easily. And yet… something about this moment is picture fucking perfect.
Khalil’s hands span Auden’s hips, guiding him with an ease that makes Auden look smaller between them than he ever does with me or Elio.
Elio makes another broken sound and reaches blindly for Auden’s hand. Auden catches it immediately, threading their fingers together against the tabletop while his mouth brushes Elio’s cheek.
“Harder, Auden. Fuck me harder.”
Auden gives a breathless laugh against his skin as his hips drive forward with more force, and Elio’s back bows off the table as a long groan spills out of him.
Khalil matches Auden without being asked, pulling him back harder at the same time, and Auden’s composure finally slips enough that his own sound joins Elio’s.
There’s something almost primal about watching them find the same rhythm.
No discussion. No planning. Khalil shifts, Auden responds, and Elio takes everything they give him. Auden is still directing Elio with touches and half-whispered words, but even that feels different now, less like control for the sake of control and more like instinct.
Khalil’s pace changes as he slows, but the thrusts get deeper.
Auden’s fingers lock around Elio’s hand while Khalil drives forward again, and this time Auden doesn’t immediately move with him. His whole body tightens, his shoulders bunching as he holds himself still over Elio.
Elio notices the second he stops and his free hand moves up Auden’s side. “Auden?”
“Fuck.” Auden’s voice comes out low and strained. He rocks his hips back carefully, testing whatever he feels behind him, and his head drops between his shoulders. “That’s getting bigger.”
From where I’m sitting, I can see the way Khalil has slowed, one hand spreading across Auden’s lower back while the other keeps him steady at the hip. Auden tries another small backward push, and his lips part as the thicker base presses against him.
Elio watches his face with wide eyes. “Good?”
Auden doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes close while Khalil pushes forward in a slow, controlled motion, giving his body time to open around the growing pressure. When Auden finally breathes again, it comes out shaky. “Yeah.”
He lowers himself over Elio until their foreheads touch, and Elio cups the back of his neck. Auden stays there through the next careful push, breathing against his mouth while Khalil works the swelling deeper.
“Keep going,” Auden says.
Khalil’s gaze stays fixed on him. “You sure?”
Auden pushes backward in answer as his arms tense hard enough that the muscles stand out beneath his skin, and Elio immediately wraps both hands around him, holding him close while Auden breathes through the stretch. “Fuck.” Auden’s forehead presses harder against Elio’s. “Fuck, Khalil.”
The control he’s been holding onto all night finally cracks. His mouth drops open completely, his eyes squeezing shut as the pressure builds, and the sound that comes out of him is deep enough that I feel it low in my stomach.
Elio’s thighs tighten around Auden’s hips while he kisses along Auden’s jaw. “That’s it. Take it.”
For several seconds, none of the three of them moves and then, Auden finally exhales into Elio’s mouth, the sound almost a shudder. He thrusts forward, groaning just as Elio spills between them, coating both their chests.