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Will Darling hadn’t been sure of where he stood on this possibly, but he had been willing to find out.
Life since the start of the war had been nothing but a series of unforeseeable events and split-second decisions. The present was crystalline-bright; he had no reason to doubt the impulsivity that had helped shape his current life. And he trusted Kim.
That said, he had felt more than a little twinge of something like nerves when Molyneux cupped Kim’s face in his hand and took his mouth.
Nerves, that is, that had been forced to do battle with the sudden interest of his cock.
“This okay?” Molyneux had said when his mouth left Kim’s. He moved his hand along Kim’s jaw and thumbed at his slightly-swollen lower lip. Will could almost feel it himself, the shadow touch of Kim’s teeth against his thumb.
Molyneux didn’t move his eyes away from Kim’s face, and Kim remained stock-still as well, but the question was clearly meant for the both of them.
“We don’t have to,” Kim had assured him once more as they waited for their guest in the lounge of their hotel suite. It still was amazing to Will that he was the kind of person who stayed in hotel suites, but even in Paris it seemed best to have the illusion of separate beds.
Kim had said that so many times in the lead-up to this that it was starting to feel comical. Will sighed, crossed the room in two strides, grabbed Kim by the hair and kissed him roughly. He ground their hips together, pointedly.
“As if you would back out,” Will said. They were both trembling, anticipation and desperate need rising to the surface.
The air in the room remained charged from that point on.
“More than,” Will said. His voice felt rough and he felt a thrill at the sight of the little answering shiver that passed through Kim.
There was far too much distance between Will and the two of them. He crossed the room.
Molyneux dropped Kim’s face but kept a hand on his hip, steadying them both as Will took Kim’s mouth. He felt the desire to claim and to share in equal measure, confusion and a desperate need to experience. Kim and Molyneux both seemed to sigh in unison.
Kim tasted of tobacco and a sharp liquor that wasn’t his usual. It was unfamiliar, doubly so when the comforting smell of Kim’s cologne was filling his lungs, but not unpleasant.
That statement could apply to all of this, he supposed.
It took Will a moment to recognize that Kim was walking him backwards to the sofa, but to be fair to him there was a lot going on to distract him. Kim had moved to mouthing at his neck, his hands tangled in the back of Will’s shirt, and Molyneux was following them, his hand not leaving Kim’s lower back.
When Will sat down heavily Kim, almost on instinct, moved to kneel between his legs. Will wouldn’t have complained, but what happened after did something to his insides and made him curl his hands. The hand on Kim’s back snaked around to his waist and he was roughly pulled backwards, a sharp gasp escaping his lips, followed by a low moan as Molyneux began biting at his exposed neck. Will could almost feel Kim’s pulse fluttering under his own lips and he had to lick them in sympathy.
“Christ.” The oath was the only word that Will could get out. His hands trembled as he began to undo his trousers, just as Molyneux began to do the same for Kim. It wasn’t lost on him that he did it with more grace, though Will supposed that came with his profession. Will’s cock was in his own hand as soon as it was free, the liquid at the tip giving him enough lubrication to give himself a lazy pull. It also wasn’t lost on him how Molyneux and Kim’s eyes locked in on the motion, the way their mouths opened almost in unison.
Molyneux undid Kim’s shirt and trousers, stripping him down to his silk underthings that did little to hide his cockstand or the wet stain it was leaving. He didn’t touch it, however. He moved to unstrap Kim’s sock garters and Will felt a deep pull of understanding between himself and his lover when Kim shook his head no.
Molyneux didn’t say anything about that. He returned his hands to Kim’s waist and pushed Kim downward, going with him as he went.
Will’s skin felt like it was on fire. He had to pause in his own movements, lest he end this too quickly. He spread his arms out and gripped the back of the sofa, trying to remember to breathe.
Molyneux wrapped one arm around Kim and kept him close to his chest. He watched Will, clearly searching for something–anger? Nerves?
Whatever he was looking for he didn’t find it.
Molyneux’s fingers pressed under Kim’s jaw, tilting him up in a kiss that Will could only describe as filthy. Then, just as Kim started to deepen it, he pushed him forward and down until his mouth was wrapped around Will’s cock.
Will rolled his hips involuntarily and gripped the velvet and wood under his fingers so tightly he was certain he was leaving marks. It wasn’t that this sensation was unusual - Kim’s mouth on his piece was one of the most familiar and loved feelings in his life - but he had never before experienced it under the watchful eyes of a third party. Molyneux kept his gaze on Will even as his hand remained on the back of Kim’s neck, fingers moving up and over occasionally in order to feel out the shape of Will in his lover’s mouth and throat.
Kim wasn’t taking Will as hard as he knew he could. His lips and tongue were light on his shaft, teeth barely used. He took him all the way to the root once, twice, but mostly held Will in his mouth, hummed around him, tasted the head. It was a prelude to something more, reminding Will of the way Kim would suck him on a lazy morning before he spread his thighs, desperate to be ridden.
Will was thinking of that in this context – what it would be like to fuck Kim into the bed while another man touched him, kissed him – when Molyneux pulled Kim away, Will’s cock making a popping noise as it left Kim’s mouth. Kim whined, the sound going straight to Will’s balls as usual, but he was cut off by Molyneux licking into his needy mouth, biting his lips.
When they pulled apart the air in the room seemed to be crackling with unspent energy. He could hear the other men breathing. He felt the same tightness in his chest that he got before a battle, the anticipation of soon being able to act.
Kim was staring at Molyneux. He was flushed all over, eyes dark, lips red. “Do you want him to fuck you?” He asked, his voice low. “Do you want him inside you?”
Will couldn't believe his heart didn’t stop.
Molyneux somehow looked more desperate than Will felt, his body curling against Kim’s, a sound that might have been a yes or just a long sigh escaping his trembling form. He buried his face into Kim’s neck.
Kim said something low into his ear, drawing out a groan from the other man, before turning his face towards Will. His pupils were blown, eyes as dark as Will had ever seen them. His hair was falling from its careful style, and there was an indention from Molyneux’s teeth visible on his neck.
He looked like starlight.
“Do you wish to?” Kim asked. Will thought he already knew the answer to this, but Kim needed it to be verbalized. Something about that, about Kim’s need to know this desire was right and shared, caught in Will’s chest.
He didn’t want to risk sentimentally though, uncertain of where it would lead. Instead he dropped a hand to pump his cock once more, lazily, and said “This is starting to feel a bit ignored here.”
Kim stripped Molyneux with so much desperation one would think he was going to get fucked. They stayed on the floor during this, a pile of limbs and wet lips, each of them paying as much attention to Will as each other. When Molyneux was completely bare - except, Will noted with a twitch of his cock, for his own garters - Kim stood to fetch the Vaseline.
“I’ve been wanting this,” Molyneux whispered up to him from the floor. Will felt his cheeks heat at being so blatantly desired. It seemed impossible to feel something like shy considering the position they were all in, but the expression on his face did not seem to deter Molyneux at all.
“He’s lovely,” Molyneux said over his shoulder to Kim, who had returned and was slicking his fingers. Kim shot Will a brilliant smile, then pressed a hand on Molyneux’s back and maneuvered him to all fours. Any other words the other man might have spoken were lost in a series of grunts and groans as Kim finger-fucked him, opening him up for Will, whispering to him about how good he was going to feel as Molyneux pressed back against his hand.
Will felt, more than a little bit, like he had been put out to stud. He found he didn’t hate that feeling. There was something about the scene before him – two posh blokes on the floor at his feet, both anxious for his cock, his rich lover praising Will while doing the work of preparation on another man – that made him feel amazingly powerful.
Molyneux eventually curled in on himself, his head nearly touching carpet that Will was certain his cock was also dripping on. When that happened Kim removed his hand and carefully, delicately, helped the other man up into Will’s lap.
Will’s cock nestled against Molyneux’s slicked arsecheeks, the head brushing against his lower back. Will held him there, lazily moving his hips up and down, feeling how hot and ready Molyneux was. Kim separated from them long enough to strip off his own undergarments and then latched himself against Will’s side, biting at his earlobe, his own cock heavy on Will’s thigh. He worked his hand behind Molyneux and, still slick with Vaseline, gripped Will’s cock firmly. Will could feel the sides of Molyneux’s garters biting against his legs, which brought to mind how Kim had often left similar marks on him. That memory only added to his current, almost overwhelmed state. Will threw his head back and groaned loudly, his slow hip movements speeding up as he fucked into the tight heat around him.
Kim removed his hand then, leading to a curse from Will with no heat behind it. Will didn’t really have time to be very upset, because then Kim smacked Molyneux’s arse and the other man raised himself up before sinking down onto Will.
Kim was holding Will’s shaft in place, guiding him in. Molyneux’s face was rapturous. Will found his chest was tight.
“Exquisite, isn’t it?” Kim asked. He was clearly trying to sound in control but the way his voice shook betrayed that.
“Yes, God yes,” Molyneux replied, eyes squeezed shut. He slowly, with smooth movements of his hips, took more and more of Will inside him until he was fully seated. For a moment the three of them stilled, Will getting used to the feel of another man’s heartbeat through his cock. Kim’s hand remained where they were joined, fingers ghosting over the taunt skin of Molyneux’s hole. Molyneux was shuddering against them.
“Whenever you’re ready love,” Kim said. He might have been speaking to both of them. He kissed Molyneux’s neck.
Will watched for a signal from Molyneux. When the other man nodded he wrapped his arms around his waist and began fucking up into him with abandon.
The weight on his lap was not Kim, the body similar but entirely different, and yet it didn’t feel wrong. Because Kim was there, pressed up beside Will, calling him love, clearly enraptured by the sight of all this. And Molyneux’s face was equally blissful; he was clearly getting from this whatever it was he needed. Will rolled his hips and held Molyneux tight against him, knowing that it showed off the muscles of his arms and back to great effect. Even if he didn’t know that, the way Kim melted against him would have told him everything.
Will captured one of Molyneux’s nipples in his mouth and the cry that left the other man was almost feral. It made him suck harder.
“Oh he likes that,” Kim cooed into his ear unnecessarily. Will raked his teeth against one tight bud before pulling away. He raised his eyebrows at Kim’s obvious statement before Kim’s mouth covered his in a wet, open kiss.
“Make him come,” Will panted against that mouth. “I want to feel it.”
Kim moved without a word. The hand that had been teasing at where they were joined pulled back only to wrap itself around Molyneux cock. That cock had been ignored up to this point, save for the friction from being pressed between them. At the touch of Kim’s hand the other man almost seemed to sob, the movement of his hips becoming less focused as he chased after Kim’s grip while squeezing his arse tightly around Will’s cock. When he came it was with a fierce tremble that made him clench down harder on Will, shooting hot white spunk against Will’s stomach.
Kim made a sound that was almost like awe and Will felt his long, manicured fingers run through the mess on his stomach. He turned his head and saw Kim’s stained hand wrap around his own cock and then Will was coming, digging his nails into Molyneux’s hips as he filled him up. His eyes never left Kim.
Molyneux curled down against Will’s other side, limp and clearly enjoying the feeling of being well used. Will listened to his heartbeat and his breath as he continued to stare at Kim. The gleam in Kim’s eyes as he stroked himself was almost wicked, the glee almost making him seem feral.
Will had never loved him more.
Kim came, covering Molyneux’s own jism. Will had to look down then. Had to take in the evidence, the need of these two men for him. It glistened against his rough skin.
After that there was a long silence. It wasn't awkward, not really; it was the silence of people who had needed a moment to come back to themselves.
“Well,” Kim finally said. Then he laughed, the sound real and joyous.
It proved to be infectious. Will found he could not help but mirror it and he felt Molyneux’s answering rumble as much as he heard it.
“Thank you, darlings,” the other man said. It seemed such a polite statement considering he had just been thoroughly fucked by two men on a Parisian floor and couch, and Will was entirely charmed by it.
Molyneux moved – to leave, maybe – but Will tightened his grip on him and pulled him into a kiss.
“Our bed’s big enough for three,” Will said, answering a question that hadn’t been asked. Maybe it didn’t need to be asked. No mention was made of the other bed in the suite. “And we only have one more day in Paris.”
Molyneux’s face was flushed and well-fucked and he couldn’t hide his grin, but he did look over at Kim. Something silent passed between the two of them that reminded Will of that New Year’s Eve at the club, when the seed of whatever this was had been planted.
Now, as then, Molyneux clearly saw something he liked in Kim’s eyes. “Well then,” he said, and leaned back into Will.
Kim rested his head on Will’s shoulder, also not in a hurry to move. Will ran one hand up and down Kim’s back, over his hips, feeling the gooseflesh rise in his wake. He thought, once more, about how stunningly bright his life had become.