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mannick · 3 years ago

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Obsessed isn't the word!!

Pine-ing Fir Two (Part 2)

Happy Monday, here's a novella's worth of threesome smut about your favorite no-band, polyamory!AU rhythm sextion. Enjoy :)

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Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Reader ; Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner ; Danny Wagner x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, threesome, polyamory, face-fucking, awkward firsts, anal fingering/sex (m. receiving), rimming, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), teasing, light overstimulation

Words: 20.5k

Rating: Explicit

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The week could not have gone by slower.

With the promise of something waiting for you - assumedly that weekend, when you usually met up for a drink and a round of cards so that Sam could spend time with the both of you - each ticking second ballooned your anxiety and heightened your anticipation. Having talked with Danny and knowing that you were all three on the same wavelength, it wasn’t that you were afraid of a fallout, or of being rejected; it was just something that came along with new situations for you.

A new job? Anxiety.

A new friend? Anxiety.

A new grocery store? Anxiety.

A new threesome? Anxiety. Also, quite different from anything else you’d participated in throughout your life.

And it wasn’t as if it was crippling, causing you to rethink everything, or making you want it any less. You thought it was more anticipation than anything - you’d been wanting this for so long, it almost seemed fake now that it was within your grasp.

You’d also be lying if you said you weren’t scared that you’d get to experience it once, and then never again.

It was that significant to you.

But then again, you weren’t sure that was a rational fear with how it got Sam going, too. It had only been three days since the impromptu FaceTime call, and although he tried not to, Sam couldn’t help but mention it whenever he could - bringing Danny into the conversation seemingly unconsciously, shooting you excited little grins at you whenever you FaceTimed and pouting when Danny couldn’t join you two the night you went over to have dinner with him.

Despite this, you hadn’t been sure your usual Friday drink and games would still happen with this expectation and underlying current of lust that would be thrumming between you all. And Sam…who’d probably be physically salivating for it the moment you were in a room together.

But you got the text around lunch, Danny’s weekly reminder.

Hey guys, are we still on for drinks tonight?

You smiled dopily at your phone as a rush of affection and excitement rushed through you, more than what was called for when it came to a simple text, and you almost half-expected Sam to start sexting as soon as his little ellipsis appeared, but all you got was a tame, No ;) JK.

You sent in your confirmation and got a smiley face and a thumbs up back from Danny.

“Sam and Y/N, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Josh sang from beside you at your smile, voice still scratchy from coughing for the past few days. You told him it was useless to come in today since it was a Friday, but he insisted that he didn’t have enough vacation time to take off anymore. He did seem a whole lot better than when you’d talked to him on Tuesday, though, and you were glad to have him back.

Except for now. You were glad to have him back except for now.

He finished the song out, and you stuck your tongue out and rolled your eyes. You wondered if he knew about Sam and Danny. But even if he did, you wouldn’t correct his names, because ‘Y/N and Sam and Danny, sitting in a tree’ just didn’t roll off the tongue as well.

Except, if you said it with the right cadence…

The thought, born from a silly playground verse, was shaken out of your head before you could consider it further.

You liked Danny - you did. As a friend and as Sam’s boyfriend, both. And the way that Sam talked, the way that he seemed to complete the triangle so surely had you daydreaming even in the short time it had become a possibility. Of what, exactly, you weren’t exactly sure, but it flooded you with feelings that seemed similar as hell to the ones you used to get before you and Sam got together when you knew you’d run into him: hope dashed by a harsh realism and a healthy dose of pessimism.

“You’re gonna be ‘K-I-S-S-I-N-G’-ing the floor if you don’t shut up,” you snarked at your friend.

He dipped his head and arched his brow. “Kissing-ing?”

“Smart-ass.”

“S-M-A-R-T-A-S-S–”

Time would fly by if you could spend it flinging lemon water at Josh the whole time.

But even with the lack of water-flinging, the hours passed by, and soon you were standing at Danny’s door, wiping your sweaty palms on your jean shorts and wondering if putting on a matching underwear set would come off as trying too hard, or if you should have brought your overnight bag in with you, or if that would be assuming too much.

Danny opened the door, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he grinned, and it occurred to you that maybe you had been worrying about nothing all this time. That maybe Danny really was just as excited as you and Sam were. “Sam wanted you to take a shot as soon as you came in, but I said no.”

“You’re a puss– I mean, you’re a wimp if you don’t!” Sam said from somewhere in the apartment.

You laughed and stepped into the familiar, warm apartment, handing over a couple of bags of chips you brought to contribute to the night. “Well, thank god you can control him,” you joked, loud enough that Sam heard from the living room.

“I don’t appreciate you two talking behind my back,” he called, still not in sight even as you approached the couches. “But I’ll allow it under very specific circumstances.”

He was lying on the ground; that was why you couldn’t see him. His bare feet were propped up on the couch cushions and he grinned at you from the floor. Danny went to get some bowls to serve your snacks, and you leaned your arms onto the back of the couch so that you could stare down at your boyfriend. “And what are those?”

Sam held up one finger. “You’re planning my surprise birthday party, or you’re…” After a pause that piqued your curiosity, he kept his finger up, “Actually, I changed my mind. It’s just the one circumstance.”

You smirked down at him. “Oh, okay. I’ll keep that in mind. Hey Danny, did ya hear that?” At the sound of movement behind you, you swallowed and glanced behind you, heart fluttering when you saw Danny blink away from staring at you.

Well, staring at your ass.

He had just reappeared at the kitchen cut-out, and he cleared his throat, blushing when he met your eyes. “Uh - no, care to repeat it?”

Stretching as you stood, you made the trek around the couch towards Sam. “Sammy said we can’t talk to each other,” you pouted, joining Sam on the floor and pecking him on the lips.

He let out an affronted noise. “I did not! I want you to talk, but not about me! Unless it’s–” He stretched out his neck and paused, “--uhhhh…”

“Unless it’s what?” Danny came around the couches and made space for the chips on the coffee table.

You had a feeling that what he had been about to say was not about his birthday, and the fact that he hadn’t already taken off his clothes and dragged you all to bed led you think that either Danny had asked him to show some decorum before you all ended up in bed together or that he made the decision on his own so that it would happen organically. You highly suspected the first, but still, you wanted to know what was going on in that brilliant head of his. “Unless we’re planning his surprise birthday party,” you said, a twinkle in your eye as you leaned back.

With you sitting on one side and Danny joining you on his other, Sam was looking up at the two of you, rolling his head to split his gaze between you. Danny booped his nose and clucked his tongue, saying, “How else am I gonna know who has you, what night?” he teased. “We can’t co-date without proper communication.”

“You are not co-parenting me, you little shits,” Sam huffed, unsuccessfully rolling backwards and accidentally smacking Danny with his long legs. Danny laughed and caught him, refusing to let him go for a second and pulling one leg on either side of him.

“Right,” Danny said, hauling Sam up by his shirt. It wasn’t all that hard - the open button up created handles enough to pull Sam the rest of the way to him, and he placed a small peck to his lips almost identical to yours. “That’s why I said co-dating.”

You couldn’t stop staring at them. It was rude, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. The most you’d seen of their intimate relationship when you were all together was limited to lingering touches, but that was about the extent of it.

It was only a peck, and then Danny let him go. Pushed him off, actually, in favor of opening a drawer in the coffee table to retrieve a pack of cards. “Now, who wants to play golf?”

“Of course that’s what you’d want to play,” you sighed good-naturedly. You didn’t pry your eyes away from Sam, though, and you were rewarded with a very offended pout marring his beautiful face. “What wrong, Sammy?” you asked in as serious a voice as you could muster.

It was obvious he was trying to keep himself in line for the night - you were proud of him for trying, but that didn’t mean you weren’t gonna do exactly what Danny was doing and giving him a hard time.

The man was a tease - it was about time he got a dose of his own medicine.

He mumbled and grumbled something inaudible, but still snatched the cards Danny was offering out of his hand. “Fuck golf,” he grouched, laying the cards out on the floor. They were sloppy, messy lines, and un-strategic turnovers, but he was fiddly now, and you knew he’d reach for his drink as soon as possible to keep his hands busy.

Danny caught your eye, and you decided that you quite liked this side of him. He gave you a secret grin, and you had to hold in your laughter, because it only cemented the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing. You reached for a chip at the same time Danny started shuffling the remaining cards; it was so deliberately slow that even you felt antsy of the speed.

Sam took another swig of his drink, and you gave a little head tilt in Danny’s direction, asking him to speed it up a little for everyone’s sake. He relented, and soon you were halfway into a bad game of golf.

Bad, because Sam decided to throw his little fit and not try at all. He was already down to one card, and his score was in the high 40s.

“Don’t do it,” you warned him when it was his turn again, glancing at your five face-down cards. You’d only been playing for all of 20 minutes, and that was only because you and Danny caught on early to Sam’s ploy and made sure to take as long as you could deciding what to do on your turns.

Sam looked you straight in the eyes with a smirk and replaced his card with the one he’d drawn without looking, effectively ending the game except for you and Danny’s final moves.

“Little shit,” Danny mumbled, none too quietly as he turned over his remaining cards and tallied up his score.

Sam, of course, lost by a mile, but without the opportunity to strategize your remaining cards, you weren’t that far behind him, and Danny ended up coming in first.

You couldn’t help but tease, “Oh, who would’ve imagined, Danny wins at golf, again.”

Danny chuckled and started collecting the cards up. “I can always give you some pointers - give me a call anytime,” he winked, still with that trademarked hint of bashfulness.

Under any other circumstance, the banter would have felt friendly and familiar; now, it held a flirtatiousness that you swore hadn’t been present previously. It had courage seeping like an IV drip through your veins. “I guess it’s a good thing I already have your number, then.”

“I guess it is.”

Sam watched the interaction with an arched brow and a Grinch-like grin on his face, but his fingers were still sliding across his bottle, collecting the beads of condensation and twirling patterns with them until they dripped down the bottle and fell onto the floor. Just the motion of it, though, had dirty images popping up in your mind - although considering the circumstance surrounding the night, it would be in bad taste for someone to blame you for it.

“So we’re done with games?” Sam asked, perking up when Danny put the deck back in the drawer. Danny snorted and didn’t answer, getting up and opening the coat closet, and coming back with a couple of square board games.

“Nope. You’re not gonna be a brat and get away with it, Sam,” he chided with a mockingly sweet grin. “Now, Clue or Life?”

“Clue,” you answered immediately. While you could get onboard with this plot that had been hatched without any prior planning, “The Game of Life” was stretching your limit of patience, and you were a little afraid that the moment marriage, kids, pets, houses, and the like were brought into the conversation, things might get weird. But that was also likely just a personal hang-up.

Besides, what was better than a classic?

Danny nodded. “That’s one vote for Clue. Sammy?”

You both looked towards Sam, who had once again huffed and started sulking with his drink. He glared at you both as he crunched a chip loudly, swallowed, and then sulked, “Clue.”

“Clue it is,” Danny said, setting up the board as you dolled out the cards and pieces.

You thought that Sam wouldn’t be able to cheat at Clue. Or speed the game up by sabotaging himself. He must have realized the same thing, because for the past few rounds, he was playing to win, since a lucky guess would end the game, and with each turn, guesses got less lucky and more based on evidence. But the further into the game you got, the squirmier and more impatient Sam got.

Each of you had a few suspects crossed off your lists when Sam started skipping squares and making bogus guesses that you and Danny didn’t allow to be accusations. “Danny and I can still play if you choose to make your accusation early,” you warned, getting ready to roll your dice, “and you’re gonna be bored and whiny if you have nothing to do while we play.”

“He’s gonna be bored and whiny anyways,” Danny cracked, laughing at Sam’s offended, “Hey!”

Sam flicked Danny in the shoulder. “You’re feeling sassy tonight.”

It suited him. The quiet ones were always the funniest to observe in their safe space, and you felt like you were finally getting to see Danny in all his glory. In an appropriate sense, at least.

“You don’t want to have to sit to the side and watch Danny and I play all by ourselves, do you?” you asked innocently, moving your piece and sliding into a nearby room before thinking of a suspect call. Aware of the insinuation you’d just made, you looked up to catch Sam’s reaction, and were not disappointed. He stared at you with parted lips, paused in response, and a look of contemplation in his eyes. “Now, was it Mrs. Peacock with a candlestick in the Library?”

Sam narrowed his eyes at you and then turned to his cards. “None.”

You looked at Danny and he pursed his lips before licking them, his eyes flicking up to yours with a little heat in them this time, and you knew what his answer was going to be even before he slowly shook his head.

“No way,” you said, grabbing the accusation set from the middle of the board and taking them out of the little holder. Making sure the other two couldn’t see, you laughed as the Mrs. Peacock card was revealed, followed by the Library, and then the candlestick. “Well, Danny, maybe you’re a better golf player, but I kick your ass at detective work any day of the week.”

“Fucking finally,” Sam proclaimed, throwing his cards down and sweeping all the pieces into his hand to clean up. “Now are we done with games?”

You met Sam’s eyes and he stopped what he was doing at your raised brows. “Well, aren’t you just no fun tonight?”

“Seriously. Y/N and I have been vibing, but you’re just sucking all the fun out with your mood,” Danny tsked, getting up to put the game away. “If you didn’t want to play games, you should’ve said something - we could’ve just gone straight to the movie.”

“The movie?” Sam moaned. “Guys, come on. I’m dying over here.”

“Dying…to see the movie?” you asked, the confusion in your voice mocking Sam in a way you knew he was trying not to respond to.

Apparently, it was a dangerous move to let both you and Danny unleash your full powers of tease and restraint, and you were loving how well your dynamic was flowing this evening, and could only hope it translated to other parts of the night.

Not that you would give up the gig - a sentiment Danny seemed to share. “Yeah, Y/N texted me and said you wanted to wait for me - I thought it was sweet. Do you wanna call the night early?”

You faked sympathy. “Everyone has these nights, Sam, it’s okay. I can head out if you want me to.”

Sam stared at the both of you with a very pathetic, downtrodden look of incredulity. “But I thought - I mean, weren’t we gonna…” He waited for one of you to finish his thought and reassure him, but when neither of you did and instead only met him with blank stares, he let out a big sigh and reluctantly said, “I’ll go make the popcorn.”

Once he was in the kitchen and you were alone with Danny, you looked over at him, heart beating so loudly you swore Danny probably heard it. He saved you from having to break the ice, though, by putting on a shy smile and whispering, “How much longer should we hold out on him?”

Just for something to do, you gathered up a blanket from the arm and made yourself comfortable on that side of the couch, leaving the rest of the space for Sam and Danny. “Ah, not that long. The poor boy deserves something after the night we’ve put him through.” You peeked over at Danny. “Did you ask him to not…you know, not say anything?”

Danny snorted and glanced towards the kitchen. “The poor boy is gonna get everything. And I didn’t. He’s doing this all by himself. Should I…”

He seemed to be looking for permission to go in and give Sam a little reprieve, given that you’d built this game together, you’d be surprised if Danny tried to knock it down by himself. And on one hand, thinking about the things they could do to each other against the refrigerator…or on the countertops…

But that was only on one hand. On the other, seeing Sam squirm and sweat - you didn’t really want to be the one to ruin your fun. “You don’t need my permission, Danny,” you said cheekily, “he’s your boyfriend–”

“Our.”

You were pleased at his correction, not that you were trying to test him. “Yeah. Our. Our boyfriend. But anyways, I’m kinda enjoying his torment, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do what you want. It’s up to you,” you said smoothly, impressed at the laid-back tone you were putting out when you were nervous, turned on, and thirsting over both men, together.

Danny stared at you, indecision written all over his features. He glanced towards the kitchen, where the smell of popcorn was emanating from now, bit his lip and rocked in that direction with a longing gaze, but then shook his head and grinned at you. “Nah. You’re right. This is fun, and he’s pampered all the rest of the time.”

Sam came in with one big bowl and a suspicious expression at your cackle. “What are you two giggling about?”

There was a light hop to his tone that sounded a lot like hope, and it almost made you sad how fast it was dashed when Danny threw you a wink as he sat down across the couch from you, leaving a space for Sam in the middle. “Nothing you need to know about.”

“You two are gonna be menaces together, aren’t you?” he groused, plopping himself down between you guys and shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth, a piece or two rolling off his shirt and down to the cushions.

“Sam, I am going to be finding kernels in my couch for years if you keep eating like that,” Danny chided, and Sam just stuck a tongue covered with half eaten popcorn on it out, to which Danny just rolled his eyes and said, “Attractive.”

Sam mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “Well, I’m starting to think I don’t need to be attractive tonight,” but you couldn’t be sure.

(You were pretty sure.)

You handed the remote to Danny, having to cross over Sam in the process - well, not having to, but it was sure worth the whole body movement to get your chest in his face. As you leaned back into your previous position, you made a quick stop at Sam’s ear. “Netflix and chill?” you asked, just to get his hopes up again.

“Don’t tease,” Sam groaned, his hand migrating to your bare knee and skirting goosebump-inducing trails up to your inner thigh. “I’ve been so good, and you guys have been so mean.”

Danny finally found the title he was looking for, and pressed play before leaning over to whisper his own words into Sam’s other side. “So good, Sammy. Keep it up.”

“And keep your hands to yourself,” you got out, even though the last thing you wanted was for him to keep his hands to himself. In fact, you wanted his hands everywhere. On everyone in this room.

“I hate you both,” he whined, squirming in between you. You really doubted he’d have any trouble ‘keeping it up.’

The opening sequence passed by, and then the exposition. You made though a good chunk of the movie before Danny did the old ‘stretch and adjust’ move, slinging his arm loosely over Sam’s shoulders. His movement prompted your own, and if Sam was going to say anything about your toes running up the lean muscle of his calf and then down again, he didn’t say it then.

Just past the climax of the plot, you glanced his way again and saw Sam’s eyes glazed over. And if it were you with Danny’s hand buried in your hair, scratching lightly with all five of his fingers, you’d have trouble paying attention to the movie, as well. Which - if anyone were to ask you the plot of it anyways, you’d not be able to give a particularly detailed summary.

Sam’s hands were nearly white, clutching the still-full popcorn bowl, even in the dark of the room. You swallowed and turned back to the screen, reaching over to grab a couple of pieces of the snack in Sam’s lap, only to find someone else blocking the way.

Danny had apparently had the same idea, and had reached over at the same time. You felt like a blushing schoolgirl on a first date, accidentally tangling fingers with him and then stuttering out an apology, which he immediately returned. You could feel Sam’s eyes on you as you withdrew your hand from the popcorn bowl, licking the salt off in a much more exaggerated manner than required.

In a not-so-subtle move of desperation, you finally caught Sam lacking: he rolled his hips up, presumably into the bowl just to get the slightest whisper of friction, but between the three of you sharing two oversized cushions, you and Danny both felt it.

And you knew that Danny felt it because immediately after, he grabbed the bowl from Sam’s hands, plucking it away and placing it on the coffee table. “I think that’s enough popcorn, Sam,” he murmured, and Sam fucking whimpered. It was nearly nothing more than a shuddery breath, but the broken sound that came with it sent a rush of arousal through you, and Danny finally broke. “Oh Sammy,” he hummed, palming one thigh in his big hand to pin it down, “look at you. Who’s got you worked up like this?”

His shorts were tented up, and you wondered just how long he’d been hard. He shook his head side to side and said, “I don’t even know anymore. Both of you, and me, and my own imagination, and you two touching me when I’m not even allowed to touch you - I - I don’t know.”

You shushed him, seeing his desperation in full and marveled at how well he’d stayed composed during the night. You and Danny had been quite awful to him, as much as you all enjoyed it, and you turned his head to the side to kiss him while Danny scooted the hand on his leg to Sam’s bare stomach, just barely teasing the waistband of his shorts.

When you pulled away from Sam, you opened your eyes to Danny pinning you with a questioning gaze, dripping with sex and those promises that you’d just gotten a glimpse of the past week. “What do you think, Y/N? You ready to help me…untangle this?”

You were no stranger to Sam’s more submissive side, but this reached new heights - his spit-shined lips, parted and panting, eyes moony, wet, his pupils blown out - god it was a sight to see. And he was waiting for you. Wanting you to say yes - no, begging you to say yes as if you could’ve denied him anything in that moment. You glanced down to where Danny’s hand was branding into Sam’s stomach and watched as his abdominal muscles twitched.

“Hmmm. Yeah,” you said finally, and Sam threw his head back and gasped in relief. “I say we get to the bottom of this.”

Your hand joined Danny’s, down Sam’s torso, to his hips, and you untied the drawstring holding the shorts up on Sam’s whip-thin body. He was so damn pretty, and as you lifted the elastic waistband to allow Danny access to where Sam was aching, you reveled in the sight of the two of you working together to make Sam feel good.

You knew exactly when Danny’s fist closed around Sam’s cock, a happy groan of relief reverberating through the apartment, even over the lingering sounds of the end credits from the movie you’d been ignoring. Again, you kissed away his sounds, but he couldn’t help the gasps and moans that slipped past every so often - right into your own mouth where you swallowed them gratefully and dived back in for more.

It was so cohesive - these beginning touches - that you almost forgot it wasn’t your hand down Sam’s pants. One glance in Danny’s direction told you that Danny definitely hadn’t forgotten that it wasn’t his lips on Sam’s, and that he was enjoying it immensely.

“You guys sure know how to put on a show,” he rumbled, voice deep and gritty with lust. “How about we move this to the bedroom?”

“Oh thank god,” Sam groaned, hips bucking up as Danny retracted his hand. “I was starting to think you guys were being serious.”

You licked your lips and placed one last peck on Sam’s. “No, Sammy. Did you think you were the only one looking forward to tonight? If your week has felt as slow as mine has, then I think we all know the impatience.”

“Some of us are just better at hiding it,” Danny said with a smirk, hauling Sam up off the couch by his hand and into his body, catching and holding him close enough that he could pull him into a deep kiss - much more than a peck, this time.

They moved as a unit, Danny and Sam. It was just as beautiful to watch as it was hot - the way they seemed to shift at the same time, the way they seemed to roll with each other so that Danny could have his moment and then Sam could take over and want, want, want. The way Sam offered his lips when Danny pulled back to nip at his bottom one, and how Sam returned it with the deep search of his tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathed, blinking as the two men turned to face you. You felt your skin heat - it hadn’t been your intention to distract them, but Sam offered his hand out to you and you took it, allowing yourself to be the caboose in a three-person train down the hallway and into Danny’s bedroom, a place you’d never actually been before.

It was tastefully decorated, if some of the decor lingering from his college days, and there were hints of Sam all around the room. Sam’s pajamas, thrown haphazardly on the left-side pillow. An open drawer of button-up shirts with his architectural firm’s logo embroidered into it. A tube of his deodorant on the dresser.

You wondered how much time Sam really spent at his own place, between you and Danny.

Once the door was shut, the gravity of the situation seemed to hit all three of you at once, and while the desire was still there, it halted for a second to let you breathe.

“So…how is this gonna work?” you questioned, so many ‘what if’s and ‘maybe’s running through your head.

Did Danny want to touch you? Did they want you to participate? Or just watch? Perhaps it would be different if this was all going down in your own space, in your apartment, or in Sam’s; here, you weren’t really sure of your place.

Danny reached behind him and tugged his shirt off from the back, showcasing the lean muscles he’d been working on at the gym, and your mouth started to physically water at the sight. “Like all good bedroom scenes do, maybe we should take our clothes off?”

Sam snorted, but shrugged his top off as well. “Did you just reference porn?”

You bobbled your head in Danny’s defense. “Well, where else are you going to watch threesomes? It’s either porn or…softcore porn. But it’s all still porn in the end.”

Danny and Sam had already stripped down to their boxers, and you decided to just get it over with and slipped your shirt off, unused to being bare for anyone but Sam. At your joining in, both men stopped shucking off their last piece of clothing to stare. It would have made you uncomfortable if Danny’s eyes weren’t raking up and down your form, and Sam wasn’t licking his lips and saying, “You’re fucking stunning, babe.” He turned to Danny. “It’s one of my favorite lingerie sets,” he boasted, as if he were showing you off at a school play.

You blushed and shook your head. “It’s not lingerie, Sam. It’s just a matching set. Lingerie is for later.” Lingerie wasn’t for the first date, which is kinda how this seemed to you. If the first date involved three people, two sets who’d been seeing each other for over six months, and were about to fuck.

“Later,” Sam nodded. Danny mouthed the word, too, and it sent a deep pang of longing through you suddenly. You wanted a ‘later’.

Danny tugged on Sam’s hand once they were naked, and situated himself against the headboard, setting Sam snugly between his thighs and flush up against his dick. “We can ease into it, how does that sound? Y/N can show m-us how she likes it, and I can show her how I handle you in bed.”

Danny’s voice was low and inviting, and as soon as he took Sam’s cock in hand, his arms wrapped around his torso to get there, Sam’s eyes fluttered and he dropped his head back so that he could kiss Danny again.

“Please, Y/N,” Sam muttered, lips still grazing Danny’s cheek. “Will you show him?” Sam didn’t have any of the hangups addressing you like you had caught in Danny’s suggestion. It came as a surprise that Sam didn’t have any choice words for the way Danny claimed to ‘handle him in bed.’ But again, you didn’t know their dynamic.

You glanced at the rest of the open space on the bed, which wasn’t much. The two men had folded their legs in, but you were unused to touching yourself when you weren’t lying down and that would be awkward - lying horizontal to their vertical position.

Still, you made it work. You kept the underwear set on and climbed onto the bottom of the bed, staying on your knees with your thighs spread apart and hoping that you’d have enough strength in them to stay like that. “I can show him, Sammy,” you said, not quite courageous enough to speak directly to Danny, just as he hadn’t spoken directly to you.

You kept your eyes on them as you trailed your hand down your body, making sure to cup one of your covered breasts before moving lower, just for fun and to see their rapt attention unwavering. As your fingers teased at your waistband, just like Danny’s had to Sam just a little bit earlier, Sam croaked, “Take ‘em off. I love the set, but take it off, honey - please -ah,” he grunted, gripping Danny’s knee as his boyfriend paid special attention to his tip, rubbing circles around him and spreading his precome around to replace the spit they’d started with.

There wasn’t much fight in you, not at Sam’s request, and not with Danny splitting his attention between the work he was doing himself and yours. He slowed his pumps when you reached behind you to feel for the clasp, and all the sudden, you lost your breath as you locked eyes.

He zeroed in on you, and you on him. Danny was watching you with hooded eyes, fixed on your body as you peeled first the bra away, and then as you took another deep breath and slid your panties down your legs.

It should have made you insecure - the way Danny shifted to whisper in Sam’s ear, so low that you couldn’t decipher if he was talking about you or not. But instead, the grin Sam gave, and then the following moan only made you burn hotter. They were a sight to see, tangled up on the bed, Sam lying against Danny and letting him work him over at the pace Danny chose, just taking it.

You didn’t fight the instinctive stroke of your fingers between your lips, slipping through the wetness and falling into place, touching yourself as you liked to do. “There she is,” Sam praised softly, watching you pleasure yourself as if he’d never seen it before, either. “So beautiful.”

Danny took his volume up a few notches, and this time, his eyes didn’t leave yours as he began murmuring filthy things into Sam’s ear. “She really is, isn’t she? Does she do this for you often, Sam? Does she let you watch when she plays with herself?” This little game of yours, using Sam as a means of communication, felt a little bit detached, but in the most delicious way. Using Sam for your pleasure by bringing him his own - it was this conglomeration of push and pull and steal and give and it felt like brushing pinkies with your crush when you walked side-by-side, except amplified by 1000.

Sam shook his head, trying to press his hips up into Danny’s hand, but unable to move with the iron grip Danny had on his hip. “No. This is - this is a fucking treat. Because she likes it more when I touch her, Danny. She likes it when I get my fingers wet, and when I draw circles on her clit.” You whined as he described exactly what you were doing to yourself, and Sam jerked up again at the sound. “Danny,” he implored, a tortured grunt careening out from his lips.

Danny had slowed his hand, jerking him off lazily as if wasn’t already more desperate than ever. It lacked intent, and you could only imagine the torment it was putting Sam in right now. “You have a long night ahead of you. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? Let me take care of you.” Danny’s voice was still gentle, but that sharpness you’d glimpsed during the FaceTime call had appeared again.

The Sam you knew also made an appearance, and he bucked up again, fingers scrambling to grasp himself over Danny’s hand as he tried to force the increase of friction. In response, Danny’s leg rose up and crossed over Sam’s, pinning it down while his free hand delivered a light slap to Sam’s inner thigh, and you and Sam both gasped. “Quit it,” Danny growled in his ear.

The friction you were providing yourself was growing, and without someone behind you controlling the pace that you got off on, you were nearing the edge, this added visual that you’d been daydreaming of bolstering the effects of your fingers. “Sam,” you keened, thighs shaking and trying to close against the sensations you were rubbing into yourself. It felt like the first time you’d ever touched yourself - electric, sensitive, new, and dirty - you had no problem getting yourself off, and it was a quick endeavor, tonight. Not that anyone could blame you.

“She’s gonna come, Danny,” Sam translated, still squirming against him. “She’s gonna come, let me go for a second.”

Danny released him on command, and he got his bearings just enough to pitch forward and catch you as you collapsed in on yourself. You heard Danny groan, and your orgasm-muddled brain didn’t comprehend the root of it until you looked up from Sam’s shoulder and realized that it could have been one of three things: the sounds of you gasping and trembling in Sam’s arms, recovering from your orgasm, the fact that he finally got some real relief himself via his hand on his dick, or the sight of Sam’s bare ass laid out for him in the position they were in.

“That was quick,” Sam teased in your ear, and you would have flushed if you didn’t still have giddy, happy orgasm chemicals flooding your veins.

Instead, you sloppily bit his earlobe and answered, “I’d like to see you do better.” You saw Danny eying Sam from his seat, and when Danny saw you eying him, he raised a brow and you cocked your head in question.

What next?

You’d have made the decision anywhere else, but again - this was Danny’s turf.

But you were glad Danny got the memo, because before Sam could snark something back, he became rigid against your body and then melted. His arms dropped down to brace himself and his head hung low, hair falling from your chest to hang around him like a curtain.

“Y/N really showed us, huh?” Danny hummed from behind Sam. “I think it’s only fair we show her something, too, right?” Danny’s hand appeared on Sam’s skin, just thumbing and enveloping the small expanse of his cheeks as Sam was splayed out. In this position, it was ironic that Sam was bowed down in front of you when he was the one being worshiped.

Worshiped in a very roundabout, slightly sadistic way, but adored and indulged all the same.

“Show me,” you breathed, carding your fingers through Sam’s hair.

Danny made the phrase ‘kissing Sam’s ass’ quite literal, and Sam’s breath shuddered out onto your calf. “Have you ever tasted him, Y/N?”

The question caught you off-guard, since it was the first time Danny explicitly addressed you. But also, the question itself. In all honesty, you were surprised that neither you nor Sam had made more ventures down that avenue together during the span of your relationship, but there was a first time for everything, right?

You shook your head. “No,” you admitted quietly, still watching Danny’s every move.

Danny grinned and then made a show of flattening out his tongue, ducking down, and then pressing forward. With the way Sam was laying, you couldn’t see what he was doing, but the labored breath against your skin told you stories, instead. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Sam murmured against you.

Danny’s eyes flicked to you and you licked your lips, watching his mouth move. “Would you like to?”

“Fuck him?” you asked in amusement. “Always.”

“Taste him,” Danny clarified with a small chuckle, humor muted now in the face of promised pleasure.

You heard Sam moan - apparently, he heard the request, too. His response to the offer only fortified your wonderings - why hadn’t you experimented like this before? It was hot to you, obviously it was hot to Sam. You tugged a strand of Sam’s hair at the roots, and his hips stuttered. “Do you want that, Sammy? Can I taste you before you get fucked?”

The noise Sam made was frustrated, despaired. “Please just do something. I’m so hard, Y/N, Danny. Please - haven’t you been cruel enough tonight?”

Taking pity on him, you hushed him and gave him one last pet, then moved across the bed, back towards Danny. Sam turned his head to watch you, but once you were behind him, he didn’t make the effort to turn all the way around, especially not when Danny had gone back to eating him.

Danny moved to the side when he felt you coming, and you watched greedily as Danny finished up and then fixed his heavy gaze on you, thumbing Sam open for your eyes. “I didn’t hear a real answer,” you breathed, skimming your fingers over his skin, and Sam whined.

“If you don’t touch me, I’m gonna start touching myself,” Sam griped, and taking initiative, you pinched him, and he flinched away from you. “Hey!”

It was bratty, but you didn’t expect anything else from him, and you were eager for more, now. So you placed a precursory kiss to one side of his ass, and then one to the other. “We’ve already said we’re gonna take care of you, Sammy. Be patient.”

“He’s not very good at that,” Danny murmured, placing kisses up his back.

“I know,” you said fondly, smiling at Danny in a moment of shared knowledge of this man. There was a reason Sam hadn’t gotten the chance to watch you pleasure yourself. The man was entirely too grabby, and didn’t believe in holding back if he didn’t have to.

You didn’t see any more benefit in teasing him anymore, either, and dragging the moment out seemed like an extra torment to you all, so threw your doubts to the wind and hoped that your enthusiasm would make up for your lack of experience.

“Y/N - fuck - fuck, it’s so different from when Danny does it,” Sam keened. You could feel his muscles contract and hoped that the difference was good.

Danny, the gentleman that he was, must have picked up on the ambiguity of the statement and asked from his position nearer to Sam’s face, “Tell her more, Sammy. Does it feel good? Is she doing well? Come on, we both know you like to use that mouth of yours during sex - tell us, Sam.”

His gentle, filthy voice made you moan into Sam, and that, in turn, made Sam moan as well. “It’s so good. So good. I love it,” Sam praised, voice becoming breathier and breathier by the minute. “I love eating you out, Y/N, I didn’t know you’d be so good at it, too.”

You blushed at his exaltations, and you knew, seeing as it was your first time eating him out, that he was likely laying on some extra flattery, but if it was good enough to make Sam shake like that, then it was good enough for now.

“Do you think you’ll be ready for more soon, Sam?” Danny asked quietly. “Do you want to take my fingers yet?”

The thought made your pussy clench, and with it, your fingers on Sam’s ass. Now that you were involved, you wanted more. You wanted it all.

Sam shifted underneath you. “Yes - yeah,” he said frantically, almost before the words were out of Danny’s mouth. “But Y/N,” he panted, trying to center himself, “I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

Danny began to move back towards you, and as tempting as it was to stay where you were, you gave Sam one last, parting lick and then moved to the side to watch as Danny materialized a bottle of lube from somewhere and began slicking his fingers up.

“I think Danny’s got you covered, Sammy,” you said, unable to tear your eyes away from how Danny looked so natural behind Sam, prepping himself to prep Sam. “Focus on him. I’ll be right here.”

You hadn’t meant for it to come out so wistful, but Danny immediately looked your way and caught you staring…well, wistfully. “I suppose you’ve probably never done this before either, have you?” he asked, keeping one hand on Sam as a reminder that they were still focused on him. He’d been in this position for a while now, and you could only guess he was getting antsy.

You shook your head.

Silently, Danny beckoned you closer with a crook of his fingers, and you approached him curiously, hope blossoming in your chest. Maybe he wanted you to have a good seat to the show? Or maybe…

He took your hand in his and enclosed your middle and pointer fingers in his lubed-up hand, making his touch slippery and frictionless as he stroked your fingers - dare you say, suggestively. His intentions were unmistakable.

A shiver traveled up your spine and pebbled your nipples - it was the first time Danny had touched you this way, in this context. And with those hooded, dark eyes of his so focused, you couldn’t help but think of all the other ways Danny used his hand like this.

You knew what he wanted you to do, and you wanted it too, but your psyche was split between the desire to be a part of this side of Sam’s life and the desire to see Danny in action.

You felt safe, though, in hoping to be able to see both.

“Start with one,” Danny instructed, guiding your hand back to where your mouth had just been.

Before you could get too caught up in the moment, you stopped and asked, “Sammy? Is it okay if it’s my fingers first?”

Sam was quiet for a moment, and you were momentarily petrified for some reason that he would reject you. That he’d want Danny instead since this was their thing and you’d never done it before. Surely Danny would know better how to make him feel good in this particular situation.

“Y/N,” he said instead, “you’re allowed to touch me, too, here. I want you to touch me, too.”

Relief washed over you and you exhaled heavily. “Okay. I just wanted to make sure.”

It wasn’t that you were insecure about whether or not they wanted you here. You had just as much claim to your relationship with Sam as Danny did, and they were both very obviously into it, but you didn’t want to sacrifice the quality just for the novelty of it for you.

But if Sam was okay with it…you weren’t going to say no, that was for certain.

Danny hadn’t let go of you, and you were grateful for his steady anchor on your hand. It’s not that you would have meant to tease Sam further - he’d been tormented quite enough - but your anticipation would have driven you to put off the actual act.

Danny didn’t allow that to happen. Taking your finger and lining it up with Sam, he used his palm to push you forward, and just like that, you were inside of Sam.

He clenched around you and you marveled at his body’s warmth and willingness to take you. “You’re so good, Sammy,” you praised breathily, soaking in his responding whimper. “Such a good boy.”

“You are,” Danny chimed in from beside you, voice just as fond and awed as yours.

It didn’t escape your notice, though, that Danny hadn’t let the excess lube go to waste; he’d taken the hand that had been meant for Sam and begun to stroke himself, and you couldn’t help but notice that Sam hadn’t been lying when he said Danny had the prettiest damn cock in the whole world.

Apparently, he manscaped (which was a welcome detail), and you found yourself drooling at the sight of his prominently-ridged head and the slight curve of his shaft. That phantom weight of a dick in your mouth returned, and you wondered if Danny would let you experience his blowjob face for yourself - from your knees, looking up at him, maybe even with Sammy right beside you, telling you how to make him feel good.

You were a little bit embarrassed by how deep you became lost in that little fantasy, and how Danny noticed and smirked at you before leaning in to whisper, “I think Sammy’s feeling a little bit neglected.”

Realizing that your finger had slowed from its already turtle-pace, you colored red and refocused, feeling a little guilty that you’d been distracted when it was the first time you’d ever gotten to finger Sam. But now you were completely and utterly fixated on the sight and feeling of your finger pumping in and out of Sam’s ass, building up a rhythm and looking at Danny for guidance.

You addressed the question to both of them, though. “How do I make you feel good?”

Sam was trying not to rush you, you could tell, and at your question, he burst out in a near-sob, “Show her, Danny - please, please - I need more.”

Danny hummed and put a comforting hand on Sam’s lower back. “You’re being very patient tonight, Sam. We’ve noticed. Just hang in there - it’ll be worth it.” He turned to you and smiled - half devious, half tender - and said, “Sam likes to push his limits.”

“Hard and fast,” you agreed, keeping it in mind as you sped up a little.

Danny put more lube on his fingers, and you wondered if he was going to re-slick you before adding a finger, but as you tried to pull out, he stopped you with a shake of his head. “Hard and fast and full,” he agreed, putting the palm of his hand to the back of yours, lining up the tip of his own pointer finger, and then pressing in right beside you.

You were pretty sure you and Sam moaned, then, and you didn’t fight Danny as he curled the rest of his hand around yours and took control of the pace.

“Jesus fuck,” Sam keened, pushing back into you, “is that - are you both–”

He couldn’t seem to get the words to finish his sentence, so you finished it for him. “Yeah, Sammy. Yeah, that’s both of us. We get to feel you together, isn’t that nice?” Sam tried to offer his affirmation, but between the choked moans and heavy breathing, there wasn’t much he could get out. “We’ll get you good and prepped for Danny, baby. And you know what else?” This time, Sam didn’t attempt to answer with words, just grunts and sounds, which worked just fine. “You were right,” you continued, trying to focus on both your train of thought and the split sensation of Danny’s calloused finger on one side of your own, and Sam’s soft wall on the other. “Danny does have a really pretty cock.”

A harsh swallow came from the man beside you and he made an inquisitive noise. “Talking about me, Sam, are you?”

“All good things,” you assured, answering for your boyfriend. “All very good things.”

“Well, I’m flattered. That deserves a little reward,” Danny murmured, grasping onto your hand a little firmer as he turned your fingers so that they faced down, and then slowly curled them so that they were turned towards the root of Sam’s cock. “This spot,” he said, biting his lip as he stroked your fingers, “can bring the prettiest tears to Sam’s eyes. Fuck, I’d love to show you how beautiful he is, but I don’t think I can wait that long.”

You knew you found the spot when Sam seized up and bucked and then cried out into the bedsheets. He sounded so sweet for you, and in agreement with Danny, you’d also love it if he showed you how it made Sam cry, but the prospect of waiting any longer wasn’t one you wanted to entertain.

“How do you want to do this?” Danny asked, still guiding you to bring Sam pleasure. “I don’t want you to feel left out.”

“I’m not - I - ah…fuck - I told you I’m not done,” Sam gasped. “Never done. Not ‘till you are.”

Knowing that Sam was trying to say that he’d have energy for you no matter how it went down, you finally took back the control of your finger and slowed it, prompting Danny to do the same. “I think…I think I just want to watch for a bit,” you said, withdrawing your finger from Sam and Danny’s grip and back up. “Maybe I can keep Sam’s lips occupied once he gets mouthy.”

Danny chuckled and Sam threw you the bird. “Inevitably,” Danny joked. But even as he did, he grabbed the condom waiting on the bedside table, wiped himself off, tore open the package with his teeth, and then rolled it on. You were sure that both you and Sam had matching expressions of catatonic lust and blatant desire, but Danny didn’t seem to notice. He added more lube to his dick and moved into place behind Sam. “Are you ready, Sam?”

Perhaps it was what you said, but Sam seemed determined to live up to his reputation even as desperate as he was to be fucked. “I’ve been fucking ready since Tuesday, but you fuckers seem to love to have me - have me - oh fuck, Danny, yes,” he sighed, arching his back just a little further as Danny gave one firm roll of his hips and sank into him.

You stayed to watch Danny still for a second to tilt his head back in bliss, drinking in the sight of him buried inside your - of his - boyfriend. When he gripped Sam’s hip with one hand and let the other roam the expanse of Sam’s back, he pulled back and snapped forward with force, rocking Sam’s body against the mattress.

They fit together so perfectly - both long and lean and beautiful. You thought it was only natural that your brain scrambled to come up with additional images - how they probably did this often, and in so many different ways.

You wondered, in the midst of this brainstorming, if the positions were ever switched. “Do you ever…” You trailed off, mortified that the intrusive question had even begun to slip out. You weren’t even the one getting fucked, and yet, apparently you were cock-drunk enough to lose your filter.

Danny glanced over to you, still shifting his hips into Sam, but giving you his attention, as well. “What?”

“Nevermind,” you said quickly, hoping he’d let it go. Perhaps you could ask Sam the next time you were alone, but right now, you were a little shy about craving the knowledge you wanted.

But Danny didn’t let it go. “No - what? I wanna know what you wanna know.”

“Come on, Y/N,” Sam said lazily, face turned towards you, “let Danny know how that pretty, perverted brain of yours works.”

Danny swatted Sam’s ass for the attitude, and it made him suck in a breath and drop his head. “Not now, Sam. Let her get comfortable at her own pace.”

His gentle understanding bolstered you, and you took advantage of this wave of courage to finish your thought. “Does he ever…you know, do this to you?”

A slow smile spread across Danny’s face, and he cocked his head. “Like, are the positions ever flipped?” You nodded, uncharacteristically shy in the face of being too nosy. Danny’s mischief morphed into something more affectionate, and his fingers caressed Sam’s sweaty skin. “Well, you know our Sammy. You can’t keep him down forever.”

Your teeth clenched tight to keep the tortured squeak in, but there was nothing that you could do to stop the onslaught of dirty images that ran through your head of Danny’s legs wrapped around Sam’s hips, and his taut thighs hiked up onto Sam’s shoulders so that Sam could bury his head between them.

You must have been quiet for some time, because Danny, with a slight hint of nervousness in his voice, said, “Uh…Y/N, you okay? Still there?”

Sam gave a raspy chuckle, eyes still trained on you. “She’s a bit more than fine, Daniel. I think she’s just a little busy trying not to come from the thought of me fucking you.”

You reddened at the truth of the statement, and as Danny’s gaze snapped from Sam to you, there was a curious light in his eye. “Yeah? Is that true?”

At the strained tone of his voice, you nodded slowly and met his eye, trying to match the intensity there. “Yeah.”

Danny took a deep breath and snapped himself all the way into Sam before stilling, fingers flexing on his hips. “Well then,” he said quietly, seemingly trying to keep himself under control, “I guess we’ll just have to show you that, too. Maybe next time.”

Next time, next time, next time.

The phrase kept knocking around in your brain - apparently, you were the only one worrying that this would be a one and done.

The sound of skin on skin slapped out and brought you back to the present as Danny started up again, this time picking up his pace and huffing as he fucked himself into Sam at a faster tempo and with a harder thrust. Sam had stopped talking after he clarified your silence, and Danny seemed dead-set on rectifying that - which, you couldn’t blame him for, since Sammy had the sweetest uncontrollable dirty talk you’d ever heard.

“Come on, Sam, give her a reason to shut you up,” he provoked, giving Sam what he’d been gagging for since the conception of your relationship. Or, at least, trying to get him there. “You always talk about how sweet she tastes, how she shakes and squirms - I wanna see. You’ve been holding out on me tonight, Sammy. Holding out on her.”

If the flush that took up residence from your clavicle to your forehead was from embarrassment, your curiosity and lust drowned it out. Had Sam really pulled the same song and dance on Danny as he had you? Had he been whispering little pieces of his other relationship to the both of you, just to get you here?

As much as you would have loved to have sat back and watched Danny fuck Sam from your position, this little tidbit of information was too juicy to pass up. So you gave one last glance to Danny’s ass - flexing every time he sheathed himself inside Sam again - and then crawled to where Sam was lying face-down in the sheets, still surprisingly quiet.

“Aww,” you cooed, voice much steadier now than it had been all night. The knowledge that Danny and Sam got off on you wanting to know about them, and that apparently, Danny had fallen into the same trap you had made you feel a little more comfortable. You stroked Sam’s now-damp hair and said, “He’s trying to prove us wrong, Danny.”

“Oh yeah?” Danny questioned, approaching being out of breath from his ministrations. He leaned over and looped his arm all the way around Sam’s waist, using his new leverage to pull Sam into his thrusts. A small sound escaped from Sam, but it was muffled. “What’s he doing now?”

You hummed and then gave a little tsk. “He’s already got his mouth full of sheets, just to prove that he can be quiet, the little brat.”

Sam had his teeth clenched around the charcoal sheets, eyes pressed tightly shut. All his moans and delicious little sounds were either being held back or traveling directly into the mattress.

His eyes shot open, though, and he grunted suddenly when Danny said, “That’s no good. I can think of ten other, better things that mouth can be doing right now, instead.” He jerked Sam up, pressing a hand to his sternum to try and get him off the mattress. “Come on, Sam. Let go.”

You glanced back and saw Danny’s arm pumping in tandem with his thrusts, and could only imagine what the dual sensations felt like for Sam. Sam told you before you could wonder for long, though, because he immediately followed directions and spit the material out of his mouth, going easily with Danny’s control; with nothing stopping him, he burst forth with a stream of filthy praises and audible affirmations for how much he was enjoying himself.

But still – “I want - I want more. I want you, Y/N,” he begged, voice rough and scratchy and probably dry from the sheets absorbing his spit. “Please, I want you.”

He was pressed back against Danny once again, and you saw how hard his cock was, fisted in Danny’s hand. “Have you been sneaking behind both of our backs, Sam? Telling us all the filthy little details of our sex life to make us curious?” you asked instead, ignoring his plea for a moment.

“Apparently,” Danny murmured, nipping at his cheekbone. “He just wanted it so bad, I’m surprised he didn’t meddle earlier.”

You approached him, teasing him with a peck that brought all three on you in close proximity before you pulled back and sank onto your hands and knees. “Since it led here, I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on you,” you mused, lightly touching Danny’s forearm with your fingertips in request that he let go of Sam’s dick. “But if I find out you share the details of our sex life with anyone other than Danny, I won’t be so forgiving,” you warned, not giving him time to respond before you took him into your mouth.

Sam groaned and twitched in your mouth, his hands shooting to your scalp, and Danny exhaled sharply before ordering, “No hands unless she asks, Sam. Let us take care of you.”

“But I —“

You pulled off to back Danny up, smiling up at Sam as you gave a kiss to his tip. “He’s right, Sam. You don’t have to lift a single finger,” you assured, knowing that it would be more torture than reward for Sam “Grab-Hands” Kiszka, and then sucked him back in.

He still tasted like Sam, with just a hint of the lingering lube from Danny’s hand when he’d been jerking him off just moments ago. And whether it was wishful thinking or not, you thought maybe you tasted just a little bit of Danny, too.

It was much different giving a blowjob to someone when they were being fucked than it was giving one to someone who wasn’t. Harder to keep him centered and away from your teeth, for one - not that it was his fault for being jostled around and squirming. But that just led to a little bit of a harsher suction to keep him in place while you teased around the ridge on the bottom of his cock, just below his tip, and the vein that ran the length of him.

You didn’t give him your all. He didn’t really need it to get to the point where he was teetering on the edge, but you still pulled back as soon as he began to exhibit signs of losing it.

“No!” he whined. “Fuck, please, Y/N - keep going, I’m almost there. Danny - Danny, you’ll make me come, right?”

His switch from you to Danny when you moved even further away would have made you laugh if you hadn’t been completely entranced with this side of Sam. And Danny, too, slowed his pace and pressed little kisses to the side of Sam’s neck. “We will. Promise. I have no doubt that what she has planned will be even better than this.”

Licking your own lips, you looked back at Danny and nodded. “Turn him around. On his back,” you instructed, leaving the bed on shaky legs for a minute. With an arm around your naked breasts, you tiptoed down the hallway from the bedroom to the living room, where you’d left your glass of water.

Once you re-entered the room, you found Danny firmly seated inside Sam, but this time taking advantage of the intimate position - laid atop of him and still placing kisses of adoration to his neck and face while Sam relaxed in his hold, letting his head fall back as he accepted the attention; he seemed much less frantic than before.

You smiled gently at this show of vulnerable intimacy, and suddenly got a wave of longing to show Danny how you and Sam loved. He had been held out on. You’d not even been touched except for a few kisses and the short blowjob, and if Danny really was into what you and Sam did - well, you’d feel cheated if it were the other way around and you were deprived of what they did when they were alone. Then again, the night had only just begun, regardless of how long you felt you’d already been here.

“Here,” you said, announcing your presence, finally, and making your way to them as Danny brought himself up to his knees, “drink a little water, Sam. We don’t want you getting dehydrated.”

Sam drank gratefully, and let out an exaggerated ‘ahh’ when he was done, smacking his lips together. “Hydrate or die.”

You fixed him with a look of incredulity. How could someone quite literally have a dick in their ass - especially one such as Danny’s - and still find the mind to joke around? Your boy was one of the rare wonders of the world, that was for sure, and you smiled before kissing him, then pressing a hand between his pecs to lay him supine on the bed once again.

“Yeah, that,” you said, amusement still evident in your tone. “But also, I wanted to give you baseline.” You nodded to Danny, and he started up a slow thrust, making Sam’s fingers dig into the sheets a little.

“For what?” he asked, appropriately distracted by Danny.

You were hoping that he asked that. The answer became abundantly clear when you straddled his chest, facing Danny because you weren’t gonna miss a moment of what was being offered, and looked behind your shoulder at Sam, who was staring at where you were sat, grinding against his skin. “I just wanted to remind you just how sweet I am,” teasing at the words Danny had revealed were what Sam lured him in with.

“Remind me anytime you fucking want,” he breathed, pulling at your hips to reposition them over his mouth.

Giving in and going with, you shifted, hovering over him for a moment while everyone readjusted, and then you sucked in a sharp breath as Sam’s lips honed in on your clit and he made a meal out of you.

Even though your eyes were closed, you felt Danny watching you. Watching, but never touching. It seemed that desire was just out of reach, but you would take what you could get - and if his eyes were the furthest extent of that, then you would receive them happily and really give him something to stare at.

Bracing yourself on Sam’s chest again, you felt a small wet spot from where you’d dragged your pussy across him, and you were glad to be getting some reprieve again, even though you were still the only one who’d come. You cracked open your eyes to observe Danny, and then subconsciously matched his rhythm, riding Sam’s face to the beat of Danny’s thrusts. The pace wasn’t quite fast, nor was it slow - it was steady, and as you rocked your hips down to grind yourself against Sam’s tongue, you saw the way Danny’s eyes tracked your breasts in how they swayed and bounced with your body’s movements.

It wasn’t like he could be a tits or ass guy with Sam, so you felt a thrill of pleasure surge through you at discovering something rather unique to you and Danny’s rapport.

You couldn’t blame Sam for remaining distracted, even when eating you out, as he was fucked - but you needed more, and you’d be damned if the second time you came that night was at your own fingertips again.

So you let him drink you in for a few more minutes, wrapping his lips around your clit to suck before letting go to mouth around your entrance and snake his tongue around all the spots he knew you liked. But when Danny sucked his thumb into his mouth and then ran it up the length of Sam’s cock and he twitched so violently you were certain ropes of come were going to follow, you decided you wanted to get in on the action before he needed to take a small break to recuperate.

A very small break, knowing Sam.

He gripped your thighs even harder when you tried to pull away, jerking you back and, not expecting it at first, you were pressed back onto Sam’s greedy mouth with even more force. The abruptness caused you to lose your balance, and you barely caught yourself on the bed from tumbling into Danny’s sweat-sheened chest. “Fuck, Sam!” you half-moaned, half-gasped, heart pumping at the unanticipated prospect of touching Danny.

The moment you pitched forward, he’d let go of one of Sam’s thighs, ready to catch you, but when you managed to support yourself, he withdrew his hand and returned to Sam’s skin. “You okay?” he asked, voice gravelly and low as you looked up at him. You were much closer to him this way, and you clenched your jaw to stop from biting your lip in a clear display of how much being here turned you on.

Here, being inches away from where he was sliding into Sam. Here, being eye level with his subtle abs and looking up at him with the same look of desire he was casting down to you.

You didn’t think you did a particularly great job at hiding it.

“Yeah, thanks” you said faintly, regaining strength in your arms and finally prying Sam away from you. “Sammy, stop for a minute.”

His eyes were still clenched shut, and his entire body seemed like it was a live-wire - taught and crackling with near-tangible electricity from being dicked down for so long without coming. “I need to - I want - fuck, I can’t think right now,” he hissed, finally blinking at you with hazy eyes. “I just want you.”

“You can have me,” you promised. “You can have all of me. I - well, how’s this going to work?” you tittered, glancing at the two men and trying to play people-Tetris in your head.

Sam began pushing himself up to help before Danny could react, which changed the angle that his dick punched into him at, and he fell back onto the mattress with a spasm and a grunt.

“Shit, Sammy,” Danny groaned, sucking in a deep breath and pulling out with a small noise. You were distracted by how hard he was as he revealed himself to you from where he’d been hidden inside of Sam. He gathered your boyfriend into his arms to help him up, since Sam was rather boneless at this point, although you were sure that Danny, like yourself, would find any reason possible to keep Sam close, as well. “Come ‘ere. We’re gonna do it this way.”

In a scene reminiscent of the first from the night, Danny settled back against the headboard, but this time, he was cross-legged and wasted no time in dragging Sam back to him, lining himself up with Sam’s ass, and pulling his hips down until Sam gasped and his legs flexed at the sensation.

“S’what I wanted. This, exactly - it’s what I wanted,” Sam hummed with a laugh that near-mimicked his drunken one. His legs dangled around Danny’s knees, and he seemed to be trying to help the back and forth rock they had, but it was mostly Danny doing all the work. “I’ve got you right where I want you both.”

Danny shook his head forward and let his curls tumble to intertwine with Sam’s waves. “Is that so?” he asked, grasping Sam’s cock and holding it at attention. You only realized that he was waiting for you when he chanced a glance up to see where you were. “Are you ready?” he asked, and you knew it was directed at you this time, even though he wasn’t the one who’d be inside of you.

You’d still be connected, though, which was intimate in and of itself, even as awkward as this position was going to be.

Creeping forward, you brushed your fingertips against Sam’s ribcage and felt Danny’s skin against yours for the first time that night, his wrist brushing low on your stomach. “I don’t - I don’t want to hurt you. Either of you,” you joked lightly, brain trying to play catch-up with how this was going to go.

Sam caught your hand and kissed it, saying, “You’ve sat on my lap tons of times, what’s different about now?”

If you were a cartoon, your brows would have shot up off your face, and you tilted your head to glance at Danny below Sam. “Oh, I dunno. Maybe the fact that there’s an entire other person beneath you?”

“Danny doesn’t mind,” Sam dismissed. He patted his lap. “Come on. My dick’s gonna shrink up from the cold - come warm me up?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, sorely tempted at the prospect, but still concerned about the man beneath Sam. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind, but–”

“Danny doesn’t mind.” You looked up and smiled at Danny’s reiteration in the 3rd person. “I mean, Danny’s kinda holding Sam’s dick up for you,” he teased playfully.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, biting your lip as you tentatively slung one leg over the two men, and kept most of your weight on the knee still underneath you. It made awkward angles and uncomfortable lines, but you knew you weren’t committing to it, and that’s what was making it weird.

“Y/N, I swear if you don’t get in my lap in the next two seconds…”

He let the statement trail off, and you knew that he was bound to be desperate to come already. He wasn’t used to not being able to come - Danny was the one he said had the stamina, Sam had the resiliency.

“What if I laid down, and then Sam can fuck me missionary, and Danny can–”

Sam shook his head, damp strands of hair sticking to his temples. “No,” he demanded, pouting like a toddler about to throw a tantrum. “I want you both within kissing distance, please.”

His request was transparent, and you couldn’t deny Sam that - not after the night you’d put him through, not any night.

“Fine,” you tittered, taking a deep breath, “but don’t blame me if I end up breaking someone’s dick.”

As always, Sam was quick to snap back, “Don’t worry, if you do –” He was cut off by your leap off the metaphorical edge. Sliding all the way into Sam’s lap, you let your weight rest there as your knees just barely reached the mattress on either side of Danny’s hips. “I’ll kiss it better,” Sam croaked out, finishing his sentiment as you sat, tense, on top of both of them.

Sam’s hands had migrated to your ass as soon as it was available, and in the precarious position, you didn’t think you’d have enough space to reach down and guide Sam into you. You shifted around, considering getting off and getting a redo to where you’d actually be able to have sex, but before you could think about it further, you glanced down and followed a long, tan, muscled forearm that disappeared between you and Sam’s bodies.

You’d forgotten that Danny had been waiting for you.

His thumb just barely brushed your pussy as he guided the blunt tip of Sam’s cock to circle your entrance in an exploratory way, trying to find you, and then held steady for you to sink down onto once it had reached its target. You let a bitten back sound of lust and pleasure escape before you were even filled, and with how close you were to Sam, he caught it and echoed it with one of his own.

Despite not having really moved all too much, all three of you were panting, trying to get your bearings. Sam finally flexed his fingertips into you and guided you into a slow sway, working up to a fuller movement that you tensed the muscles in your thighs to complete. You still felt off-balance, especially smushed so close to Sam, so you reached out and splayed your hands against the smooth wood of the headboard, the top of which was too high for you to grasp fully.

As soon as your hands, sweaty from exertion at this point, started sliding down the surface, the squeak one of the only other sounds in the room except for labored breath and soft moans, you wondered if this threesome was worth all this awkward work.

“Come on, sweetheart, move those hips on me now,” Sam sighed, mouthing wet kisses along your collarbone.

You were trying.

It was hard to get a grasp anywhere, so you tried to distract Sam from your lack of leverage with your mouth - clashing them together violently as you twisted and writhed on in his lap. He panted hotly into your mouth, and you took the opportunity to lick in between his lips, pulling him right back into you with a groan.

Through it all, you were replacing your hands as far up the headboard as you could reach once they drifted too close to Danny’s shoulders, still unsure where you stood in regard to touching him. But something snapped, eventually, when you whined desperately - trying to get friction, trying to get higher and closer and more but unable to without a steady hold.

Your hands were physically taken away from the headboard, gently handled by unfamiliar big hands and placed on Danny’s gleaming shoulders carefully, where you’d wanted to be the entire time.

One look at Danny and you were locked in. The way he watched you - so close - was addicting, and he tipped his head in your direction infinitesimally to ask if that contact was okay, and you could only nod back. With the additional grip, Sam’s forehead fell to your shoulder as you rode him harder, and the simple action put you face to face with Danny, still sharing an intense moment while Sam bucked and squirmed between you.

Danny’s hand hadn’t left your wrist, and it trailed lightly up your arm - the leader of an army of goosebumps - until he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. It was so intimate that you couldn’t help but to lean into his touch for a second, and he seemed to get closer and closer, the distance between you eaten up in a shift of bodies that perhaps you were a part of - you weren’t sure.

The air between you was shared as you stopped, both of you paused with bated breath and hesitancy before Danny finally whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

Sam groaned against your skin and nodded as if the question had been directed at him, and you took that as permission from Sam to explore this new development (as if you hadn’t had explicit proof that this was what he’d been aiming for).

“Yes, please,” you breathed back, meeting him in the middle as he tilted his head to align your lips in a kiss that felt so right you were surprised there weren’t fireworks going off in the distance.

You would never compare the two men in any way that counted, but kissing Danny - the first man you’d kissed since getting with Sam - it was difficult not to mark the differences between them. Sam’s lips were always slightly chapped, and he kissed in a way you couldn’t describe as anything other than loud. Not physically loud (though he did like giving audible snippets of his enjoyment), but they were so encompassingly Sam that it just was hard to put into words, and when you kissed him, you didn’t ever feel the need to.

But Danny? Danny was steady. Danny kissed rhythmically, almost, so much so that it drew your focus in and wouldn’t let go - all the determination of a dog with a bone, but none of the aggression.

His relief was so tangible at this step over that precarious line you’d both been dancing around since the beginning, you could almost taste it. It bled from his mouth to yours, from his tongue to mingle with your own sense of relief at the resolution of the tight tension that was constantly brewing between you.

The rhythm of your hips faltered at the introduction of a new factor, and Sam turned his head so that his lips could brush your ear. “Doesn’t he taste so good, Y/N? Fuck, I can’t wait for you to taste all of him,” he murmured, lips leaving to lave attention on your neck as you whimpered into Danny’s mouth. They had you in a chokehold, these two men - unable to pull away from Danny’s kiss, unable to stop jerking your hips to the cadence Sam was urging.

It wasn’t enough to get you to the edge, but the position you were in now was less about release and more about closeness, togetherness.

Sam, however, existed in an entirely different sexual narrative. Stimulated from both sides, his two lovers the cause and now caught up in each other in completion of his little romantic world and making wet, explicit noises that he’d only ever heard in his dreams right by his ear, he’d been teased and held off for the majority of the night. So when Danny finally released you to brace his heels as well as he could with them still crossed, planted his hands flat on the mattress, and used all that gym-muscle to rock his hips up against the weight of you both, Sam’s breath stopped and he let out the sweetest little high-pitched moan you’d ever heard from him.

“I’m - I’m there, I’m coming, coming - fuck,” he keened, and a flood of warmth settled into you.

Knowing that being double-teamed would be a lot handle, you slowed the movement of your hips to a halt and listened to the heavy heaves traded between the three of you, the soft whisper of Danny’s lips on Sam’s back, and the broken half-cries that Sam let out so often when one of you shifted. Danny’s hand had slid up your thigh so that he had a wide expanse of your skin underneath his fingers. You felt every flex and shift from him, as well, and when he took in a big breath, you remembered that he was the only one out of the three of you who hadn’t found release that night, yet.

“Danny?” you asked quietly, feeling the lingering embers under your skin smolder back to life thinking about all the things Sam had regaled you with about Danny that you wanted to experience yourself. He hummed for you to go on, and you smiled, your fingers petting and carding through Sam’s hair in a moment of comfort. “What do you need?”

“Right now? I - kinda think I’ve got everything I need.”

Sam snorted against you and you hid your burgeoning smile in his temple. “That was the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard from you, Daniel, and I was around when you thought spewing lines from your mom’s paperback romance novels would score you a date.”

“...Thanks for that, Sam,” Danny sighed, but you could hear the amusement in his voice. “Was there something else you wanted to hear?”

Sam shifted between the two of you, and you heard Danny suck in a breath at the action. “Yeah, actually. You’re still hard and inside of me, but I’m gonna need a few minutes before I can go again, so you need to tell us what you need to get off.”

You took the initiative to dismount the men, biting your lip as Sam slid out of you, and you missed the closeness immediately - to both him and Danny. Sam was next, gratefully accepting Danny’s help as he climbed out of Danny’s lap, leaving Danny hard and spread out at the top of the bed, stretching out his legs where he could as you and Sam looked at him with varying shades of analytic calculation (Sam) and wanton pining (you).

Danny shrugged, dropping his fingers unconsciously to rest on his abdomen, fingertips toying with the hair of his happy trail. He seemed so blissfully oblivious to how that simple movement stoked your fire and made you throb for him.

You wanted to crawl into his lap and take Sam’s place on his dick. You wanted to bury your hands in his curls and turn his head so that you had space enough to mark him up as you both liked doing to Sam. You wanted to let him toy with you any way he pleased, to let him get reacquainted with the female body in whatever manner he desired (assuming that his relationship with Sam was closed on his end as it was on yours).

But despite kissing during the heat of the moment, and the way he’d gripped you afterwards - as if he was anchoring you to them, as if he was making sure there was a string that tied you together that wasn’t conducted through Sam, first - you were still unsure of where the line you had crossed, ended.

“I can always just put on a show for you, like Y/N was kind enough to do for us - return the favor a little bit.”

You couldn’t deny that the thought became the newest addition to the ‘List of Things You Wanted to See Before You Died’ as soon as it left Danny’s mouth, but Sam had other ideas, and you were inclined to agree with him, this time, as he tipped himself forward to reach for Danny’s cock, still hard, and still protected with the condom he’d donned at the beginning. “I think that, as sexy as that sounds,” he said, grasping Danny at the base and rolling the condom up and off of him, “there are other, better options.”

Danny kept his gaze on Sam alluringly, reaching his fingers to gently grab Sam’s chin so that he could guide him into a kiss. “Oh yeah? Care to share?”

Sam pulled back to dispose of the condom, and you noted that his arms were still trembling when he braced himself on them. He was more affected than he was letting on, and while you didn’t want to bar him from Danny, or to give off the impression that you thought you had more power here than you did, but you knew that Sam really did need a break. He’d been strung along the entire night, and that sapped him more than coming and then bouncing back to participate again did.

But your concern was all for naught, because he flopped down next to Danny and lazily grinned at you with a wink. “I’ve been in both your heads,” he revealed smugly, “and I know that she’s more than interested in using that wonderful little mouth of hers on someone in the room that isn’t me.” You pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head at his theatrics, always having to go the extra mile to embellish and embarrass his victims when he got like this - when he knew something someone else didn’t. “And I also know that the someone else in the room has, uh, come to completion at the–”

“Hey Sam?” you interrupted, pursing your lips at his cocky, crowing attitude. “You’re not helping. Danny and I can figure each other out just fine on our own.”

Sam gasped, hand at the base of his throat in mock-offense. “You don’t need me?” he exclaimed, making his voice waver. “I should’ve known. As soon as you two had the green light that I’d be left in the dust,” he sniffed, wiping fictional tears from his eyes.

Danny finally reared up and came to rest on his knees, looking down at Sam for a moment with exasperated affection before shuffling towards you and skating his fingers up your hip to grasp your waist. “Oh, Honeybunch-SweetiePie,” he cooed, playfully sardonic and still looking at Sam, who’d dropped the act just enough to look interested in the development, “we never said you couldn’t watch.” He turned his attention to you and searched your face, mischievous gleam still present in his eye, but a touch of seriousness residing with it. “Right, Y/N? Is that okay?” he asked you, the double meaning of ‘is it okay for Sam to watch’ and ‘is it okay if I touch you at all’ rather obvious. “Are you - you really want to…”

He let his sentence trail off, looking for your permission and confirmation, which you were only too happy to give. “Yes. I - to be honest, Danny, there’s not a whole lot I don’t want to do to you. With you,” you said shyly, laying your own hand atop of his forearm to keep it there. “So, if you want to…”

Sam groaned at the series of cut off sentences and hesitation and slapped his hand down on the pillow next to him in impatience. “Can we just all drop the act?” he asked impudently. “We all wanna fuck each other, she wants to blow you, he wants to fucks your tits–”

You dropped your head back in annoyance. “Always knows how to up the romance factor, our Sammy,” you sighed, and Danny chuckled.

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be Sammy without a little disregard for social cues,” he murmured, closing in on you while Sam sputtered at being discussed as if he wasn’t there for the second time that night.

He quieted when you made the final nudge to press your lips against Danny’s and you kissed, this time without the Sam-shaped barrier between you. Danny sighed into your mouth and brought his other hand to your back, taking you into his arms as he deepened the kiss with a flick of his tongue against the seam of your lips. You gave him access immediately and brought in a big breath through your nose as your arms wrapped around Danny’s neck, the intensity escalating and the heat rising again between you.

“Touch me,” you urged against his lips, pressing your breasts into his chest and taking in the feeling of his cock against your stomach as he crowded in closer as well. “If you want to - touch me.”

“I want to,” Danny assured you, his hand dropping to squeeze your ass and grind you into himself for friction.

He reconnected your lips, and with full permission to reciprocate as you pleased, you ran your hands across every inch of exposed skin you could reach. Down his shoulders, back up to his throat and then over to the bunched up muscles of his back. “You’re really fucking hot, you know,” you admitted with a smile against his lips. “And Sam has been driving me crazy, getting me to imagine you in all these ways I didn’t think I was allowed to.”

“Trust me, I know,” he agreed, his nose brushing your cheekbone before dipping to attach his lips to the side of your neck. The action sent a thrill through you that made you throb - images of Sam, covered in hickies, but it was your face now, your turn to be marked up by this man. You weren’t even sure he knew he was doing it, but the gentle suction and slight nip of his teeth would definitely leave a brand on your skin, however faint. “He’s been teasing me - telling me all about you. All of you,” he hummed, strong hands thumbing over the tip of your collarbone as he held you back gently, so that you didn’t follow him as he ducked to lick a line up the center of your chest.

The way his eyes were so heavily hooded as he paused, both hands abandoning whatever they had been doing previously to linger on your ribcage, you were pretty certain you knew what he wanted (Sam’s previous revelations coming to mind). Fulfilling another one of your desires, you sank your fingertips into his hair to his scalp, running your thumb over his roots just to touch him. “You can touch me anywhere you want, Danny, you have my permission,” you consented, hoping that he wouldn’t be so hesitant to give you what you both wanted.

“Touch her, Danny. She wants you to,” Sam reinforced, watching intently now from his spot, just lightly trailing his fingertips up his thighs.

With the approval of you both, Danny nuzzled your throat and said, “Okay. You can say stop at any time - you know that, right?”

“I know,” you responded, although you severely doubted that possibility.

He nodded once more and then let his kisses drop until he reached your breasts, hands cupping them from below in a gentle caress, and turned his head to suck one of your nipples between his lips with a small noise of satisfaction.

“He’s got this thing about tits,” Sam revealed. But this was less of a smug admission of knowledge - regardless of how ineloquently put it was - this was just his way of encouraging you. “We both think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world - every part of you,” he murmured, and you smiled, still keenly aware of the careful way Danny treated you, giving you little laps of his tongue before mouthing around you like he would never get the chance to worship your breasts again.

You looked over to where Sam was lounging, and saw that he was slowly working himself to a half-mast already - he never failed to impress you with his recovery time. Danny’s mouth left you for a moment, but his warm breath still fanned across your damp skin. “Your tits,” he clarified, a small smile gracing his lips as he raised his face to you. “I have this thing about tits, but yours, specifically.”

His confession was made with a blush on his face, and you trailed a finger across his forehead, brushing a curl away. “I’m flattered. Is that what Sam’s been feeding you? Descriptions of my tits?” you asked, amusement lacing your tone.

Danny shrugged. “Kinda. I’d think that even if we never hooked up. But he does like talking about them, and for good reason.”

You laughed at both men, because that sounded like your Sammy, alright. “Hmm. Well, he’s been feeding me descriptions, too.”

“Of?”

Sam was finished being ignored, and he made his way over to you, not yet ready to participate, but ready to stop watching as a spectator. “Of your beastly stamina and awe-inspiring blowjob face, handsome,” he said theatrically, resting his chin over your shoulder to be included. You lifted your hand to the side of his face and pressed a loving peck to his cheekbone, which he returned affectionately.

Danny grinned. “Giving or receiving?” His fingers grasped at your thighs almost possessively, and you felt entirely loved between the two men, despite only being in an emotional relationship with one.

The thought inspired a strange feeling to blossom in your chest, and you chased it away by dragging Danny up and into a kiss before letting him go so that Sam could dip in and get his. You kissed your way up his neck and to his ear, whispering, “Receiving. Would you mind if I…got some personal data to verify?”

Danny sucked in a breath through his teeth and you felt his dick twitch against you. “I wouldn’t mind in the slightest.”

With his consent, you let Sam take over with his lips while you made room for yourself to lower onto your hands and knees. That elusive happy trail was available for your pleasure, and you took some time out of your quest to run your tongue up his stomach before taking a small patch of skin between your teeth and letting it slip back through, just to return his little gesture.

Danny bucked and tore himself away from Sam to glance down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, and you knew by the look he gave you that he was astutely aware of what you were doing. It was a warning. It was a promise.

You winked at him and then swallowed harshly, eye to eye, now, with his cock - just as hard as when you started, and bound to be painful from waiting so long. With a slightly shaky hand, you took his substantial cock into your fist and just stilled for a moment, feeling hot skin and the pulse of blood beneath your fingertips. Danny beneath your fingertips. And once you’d had your fill taking him in, you leaned forward without much pomp and circumstance to really take him in.

“Ah - fuck!” Danny yelped, muted by Sam’s lips. “Shit, Y/N, you - shit.”

Quite proud that he was already speechless this early into the blowjob, you hummed around his dick and felt a hand in your hair - Sam, you assumed, seeing as you thought Danny wouldn’t be quite so bold. “That’s good shit, isn’t it, sweetheart?” Sam asked, satisfaction pouring from his words.

The only thing was, you weren’t sure if he was addressing you or Danny, so you made an ‘mmhh’ noise of agreement just in case and ended up interrupting Danny’s muttered, “Fuck yes, it is.”

Sam chuckled at your converging answers, and his next words you knew were directed at Danny, but they were meant for the both of you to think about. “Just think about how good her mouth feels…her pussy’s 10 times better.” Danny groaned, and you were wetter than you ever remember being.

You began to bob your head faster, and your hands glided up the backs of his thighs to his ass, feeling him tense and clench and shift with the effort you assumed he was putting into not fucking forward and making you gag on him.

“You want that?”

Sam’s insistence made you want to chime in - it was, afterall, you that he was offering to Danny (not that you resented that). You pulled back answer. “You can,” you said simply, dragging your tongue up the underside of his shaft. “Or if you want me to finish you off with my mouth, I can. Or Sam.”

You kept offering him avenues out of the arrangement, but in all honesty, if he took them, you’d be internally devastated to have him ripped away so soon after you finally got to touch him. Luckily, he looked down at you with traces of disbelief in his features. “Yeah? I can - you want me to fuck you?”

Instead of answering with words, you nodded and kissed all the way back up his body to his mouth, and he accepted you eagerly without regard to the fact that you just had his dick in your mouth.

“If you’re gonna fuck him…can I…”

For the first time that night, Sam almost seemed as if he didn’t know his place, and you couldn’t have that. He tried to hide the question of ‘what should I do’ as a crude question of his own pleasure, but you knew Sam. It was probably that he had these visions in his mind, and when they strayed, sometimes he had a hard time adjusting and re-inserting himself into the situation. He wanted you and Danny together, but you were sure he’d only hoped for all three of you, together, not wanting to push you into anything you didn’t want.

Letting go of Danny immediately, you opened your hips to bring Sam further into the little huddle you had going on. “Sammy,” you said seriously, making sure he was looking at you, “you can do whatever the fuck you want with me, that didn’t change.”

Your choice of words made Sam smirk, and you knew it was to hide the momentary flash of insecurity he’d displayed. “Dangerous words, babe.”

“Not when it’s you.”

Sam’s eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss you deeply, letting his forehead press against yours. “I love you,” he murmured, only for your ears, and you brushed his chin with your knuckle in a fond gesture. “So I can use your mouth, then? While he fucks you?”

Back to his old demeanor in a snap. You laughed at his turn of attitude and nodded, pulling back with a wink. “Anytime, handsome,” you quipped, and Sam stepped back with a satisfied grin.

“Well, then, I’ll let our sweet Daniel have the honors of starting this round, since he hasn’t come yet.”

There it was again. Our. The plural-ness of the word sent more fire flooding through your veins, and you turned to Danny with renewed purpose. “How do you want me?” you asked, trying your hand at seduction and hoping it didn’t come off as too desperate.

Danny groaned, low and guttural in his throat (that was a good sign), and sent one last searching look towards Sam, who’d taken his cock in his fist to work over while you and Danny got acquainted with each other. Sam nodded, encouraging him not to hold back in fear of upsetting him, and Danny chewed on his bottom lip while he turned back to you. “Show her how you like to do it, Danny.”

Danny breathed out, “Yeah,” and then made sure your attention was on him before continuing. “I like missionary,” he admitted, keeping his eyes trained on your face. “I like being close to whoever I’m with, being able to kiss them, to see them.” You didn’t hesitate, lowering yourself to the mattress in clear compliance. “We can start out like this,” he continued, eyes drinking you in as you presented yourself to him, “and then when Sammy’s ready, we can–”

“Focus on Y/N, right now, Daniel. I’m fine,” Sam assured from your side, and he reached out to loosely grab Danny’s hand with the one that hadn’t just been bringing his dick to full-mast.

“I am, I just - I don’t want you to feel like we’re shutting you out.” Danny must have picked up on his hesitation earlier, as well.

Sam smiled at the sentiment, but shook his head. “I’m fine,” he repeated, and then gestured to you, laid out on the bed for Danny’s taking. “Now pay attention to the beautiful, naked woman in your bed or I’m breaking up with you.”

Danny chuckled but laid his hand on your knee, finally conceding. “That’s not something you hear everyday,” he joked, this time directed at you.

“I’m just fine with unconventional,” you said, half-hoping he picked up on the underlying meaning and half-hoping he didn’t.

It seemed Danny was just a little too preoccupied crawling up your body to read into your words, but you weren’t (that) disappointed, especially not when Sam handed him another condom and he stuck it between his teeth so that he could pick himself back up, sitting on his heels and pinning your legs down in the process of rolling the latex onto himself. “Well, it seems we’re on the same page, then,” he said, confidence surfacing in his tone now that you were finally easing into the act and not just deliberating on it. “Are you ready?”

It seemed to be his catchphrase, that little request for confirmation. Never ‘are you sure’ or ‘is this still okay.’ He was always concerned about you, and this time, the best part about it was that he was asking because it was going to be him inside you - not him inside Sam, not Sam inside you.

“Yeah,” you replied, skirting your hands up his arm that he braced next to you. “I want you, Danny. I really, really want you.”

He shivered at the affirmation, and then took his cock in hand, guided it to you, and slid it through your wetness for added ease of entrance. The blunt pressure was enough for you to know that he was just a little differently shaped than Sam was. A little bigger - not by any substantial amount, but any change was going to be noticed by your body, and the stretch you felt when he filled you up was the cause in the arch of your back and the broken moan that snuck out of your throat.

Once he was seated all the way inside, Danny lowered himself to his forearms and let out a shuddery breath in your ear. “You’re - fuck, Y/N - you’re just as soft as Sam said.”

“You’re just as beautiful,” you whispered back, crunching a knee up to cradle his hip.

After a few more moments of adjustment for the both of you, Danny started rocking his hips into you and you wrapped your arms around him, bringing him in to be as close as possible. He balanced all his weight on one arm to return your token of affection, and pressed sloppy kisses to your neck as he picked up his pace.

Both of you were letting out short, cut-off moans and whines at the newly introduced pleasure - your own symphony of intimacy that you took in full. “So fucking soft and wet and warm, Y/N - so good,” Danny whimpered into your ear before he peeled himself off of you, using your thighs to pull you flush against him as he really started up an ambitious, pounding tempo that shook you to your core.

“Danny - Danny,” you gasped, scraping the sheets into your fists as he consistently nudged against your G-spot. You weren’t sure he even physically knew where it was - he wasn’t familiar enough with your body to have gotten the opportunity to know - but the curve of his cock was a match made in sexual heaven what with the way he fit inside you.

Danny grunted and shook his sweaty curls out of his face, the strength of his grip growing with his desperation. You pushed your hips into his thrust, and in doing so, you caught sight of Sam, just a small distance away with a newly developed erection. He was ready to go again, and you wanted him in your mouth.

“Sammy,” you managed to say, both as a call to Sam and to get Danny’s attention. Danny picked up on it, and looked to Sam with hazy eyes and attractively open, panting lips. You got a shaky arm under you enough to flip over, dislodging Danny in the process, much to your dismay. “Keep going, please,” you begged, finally seeing the end of the tunnel once again after such a long build-up; you couldn’t imagine how Danny probably felt. “Please.”

“I got you,” Danny said, lining his thighs up with yours and pushing back into you with enough force to rock you onto your forearms for a moment with a groan.

“Yes,” you mumbled against bed sheets before lifting yourself up again, “yes.”

Sam petted your hair back, his hand then circled around your skull to thumb at your lips. “Does he feel good, sweetheart?”

You nodded, sucking his finger into your mouth. “Yes,” you answered around him, pushing back on Danny. “I want you, too, Sammy – let me have you.”

Sam pumped his cock a few more times with his hand and then held still so that he could shuffle forward into your mouth with a groaned out, “Greedy girl.”

It wasn’t like you would have disagreed with him even if your mouth hadn’t been occupied, so you ignored the quip and directly began putting all your remaining focus into sucking Sam off the best way you knew how. Was it particularly graceful? No - but then again, when was a blowjob ever really graceful?

Sam didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed quite pleased with the way you provided the suction and the tongue action, but allowed him control of the pace and the depth he could go. Even the moans that traveled through your throat and settled into his cock weren’t really something you’d been aiming to do on purpose - this was just your first threesome, and they’d both have to forgive you for succumbing to the overwhelming sensations coming at you from both sides.

Shit, now you knew how Sam felt, just a little while earlier - pinned between you and Danny, nowhere to escape the toe-curling pleasure that just kept building and building with the efforts of two people whose goals aligned in that they weren’t only shooting for their pleasure, but yours, as well.

Danny filled you so perfectly, and Sam’s hands in your hair as he gently thrusted into the wet cavern of your mouth in a way he didn’t often get to do created a decadent pairing of filthy desire and wanton escalation of the heat that seemed to reach all the way into the marrow of your bones.

You were close, but there was something missing.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Sam grunted, easing up on his own quest for completion. “I know you’ve got more to give us - tell Danny what you need.”

He was sick for this - he knew exactly what you needed, and he wasn’t moving back to take his dick out of your mouth. In fact, he seemed to take his pace back up, and started fucking your face in earnest, still geared towards your comfort and pleasure, though.

“I’ve got her,” Danny mumbled again from behind you, voice taut with tension, and even though you couldn’t see him, you assumed he was getting off on Sam’s pleasure just as much as he was getting off on his own.

Finally, Danny reached around you and disjointedly began stroking your clit - just enough to make you moan again, just enough to edge you up higher, but not enough to push you over. It did, however, distract you from keeping your gag-reflex in check, and you choked on Sam’s cock for a second before he pulled out in concern, but you just flexed your fingers into his thighs and pulled him right back in haphazardly, again when you overshot.

Tears sprang to your eyes, but you didn’t really mind in that moment. Perhaps you’d have pulled back any other time, but you were running a line and you didn’t have it in you to care. You whimpered into Sam, and he stroked your hairline tenderly, still pumping in and out of your mouth. Finally, he gave in and told Danny, “Circles, Danny, you have to - holy shit, Y/N–” As soon as he stopped lauding his personal knowledge over you, you rewarded him with extra attention paid to his tip and the vein underneath it, just like he liked, as your hand came up to cradle his balls. “Give her fast circles,” he moaned, throwing his head back and taking yours between his palms to steady.

Danny took the direction to heart and immediately began rubbing circles into your clit, lighting you up at the change of attention to where you liked it most and making you sob into Sam’s blowjob. “Fuck, Y/N,” Danny hissed, hips stuttering against the tight contractions squeezing around his dick. “You really like it that way, don’t you?”

You were a mess, now. The tears that had only begun to gather just a few moments ago spilled over and streamed down your cheeks as Sam completely took over for you when lost concentration - being used from both ends - and it was no use attempting to stop the drool pooling just beyond your lips from dripping out around Sam’s cock whenever he pulled back to give you time to breath.

“She loves it,” he answered for you in a gasp, burying his hands in your hair to better fuck your face. “Just keep going - fuck - don’t change a damn thing, Daniel, she’s gonna - I’m gonna –”

Sure enough, Sam withdrew just enough that he wouldn’t accidentally make you asphyxiate on his come, letting it erupt in hot strings on your tongue, instead, with unintelligible words of praise and jerks of his dick while he looked down at you - wrecked and desperate between them.

“Bring her here,” Danny grunted, softly tugging your waist up to him. “I want - let me kiss her. I’ll make her come, I promise, but I need to…”

Sam helped you up to where Danny could reach your mouth, and although you’d already swallowed all that Sam had to offer you, Danny made damn sure that there were no lingering traces of him on your tongue. He gripped your jaw with one hand to hold you there as he delved and searched across every inch of your mouth he could reach, and then pitched you both forward, prompting a squeak to escape you at the sudden movement.

After a quick readjustment so that Danny could rear back and give you everything he could, you knew there was a high probability that you’d be sore the next day, with how loud the slap of Danny’s hips colliding with your thighs sounded. You desperately tried to keep your eyes from fluttering closed, not wanting to miss a single second of the visual Danny presented - abs flexed, hips snapping with a power he drew from his core, and a look of utter concentration set in his dark features.

He returned his fingers to your clit, and the wet slide was audible as he frantically brought you higher and higher, pushing you without pause as the pressure behind your pelvis grew until you felt like you’d implode before you came. But Sam held your hand and toyed with your nipple, whispering words of dirty encouragement as you writhed and twisted on the sheets.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re so close, I can tell. You’re so close, and you can come all over Danny’s cock if you want to - let go for us, babe.”

And you wanted to. You were right there, and just a few more thrusts, a few more rubs would do it –

“Fuck, I’m coming!”

You almost sobbed as your heart dropped at the prospect of stopping now, of all times. It was bad karma for teasing Sam, or being greedy with two of the hottest men you knew. But you’d get there. It would have been nice to come around someone’s dick, but you’d take what you could get.

Danny’s hips stuttered and he shoved himself balls-deep a few times and grinded himself even further into you while he was there. You expected him to pull out, to take his condom off and then finish you off, and you were waiting for it, desperate for relief.

But he didn’t.

He started up again, his grip tightening to a near-painful level on your hips, and he pounded into you just as powerfully as he had before he came.

One time, he came first and he just kept fucking me…

Porn bullshit. Porn bullshit that you were reaping the benefits from firsthand. How was he– “Danny, you - shit, you’re unbelievable,” you gasped, and Danny sucked in a breath between his teeth in a hiss, his eyes pinched shut and face scrunched up in an expression you didn’t recognize and couldn’t place a name to other than pain. “Wait - fuck, Danny, does that hurt?” you asked, distress creeping into your tone when he didn’t stop. “You don’t have to–"

He shook his head in a frenzy, pressing closer so that you couldn’t push him away. “No! No, no - s’not pain,” he cried out, eyes meeting yours despite barely being able to be kept open, “it’s -ah, shit - it’s good, Y/N. It’s a lot - so fucking intense and I want it - god, I want it - please–”

“I told you,” Sam said smugly.

You ignored him, back to teetering on your precipice. “You can - fuck, you can have anything you want. Just a little bit - I’m - I’m there, fuck fuck fuck - Danny! Sam - Sam, Danny–”

You weren’t sure whose name came out of your mouth after that, all you knew was that Danny fucked you all the way through your orgasm, until you were the one whimpering from oversensitivity and squirming away from him and his pornstar-fucking.

He collapsed, halfway on top of you, and gently cupped one of your breasts in his hand, just holding it as he graced your throat - still fluttering with your heartbeat and heaving, panting breaths - with more kisses. “You okay?” His own voice was shot and winded.

You chuckled breathlessly and playfully clenched your core muscles around him. “Are you?”

He hissed again and jerked away from you - out of you actually, so abruptly that you both curled into yourselves for protection. “Damn…now that hurt,” Danny huffed, hand hovering over the used condom he’d have to take off sooner or later. “Shit,” he cursed, glaring at it. “I don’t wanna–”

“I’ll do it!” Sam volunteered, already converging on a vulnerable Danny as you sat back to recover and laugh as Danny yelped and turned away.

“No! You’re not gonna be nice about it,” he whined, hurriedly trying to get the latex off without much stimulation before Sam could reach around and do it for him, but he was still uncoordinated and exhausted from the round a half he’d just gone through. Well, considering he’d been fucking the entire night, you’d credit him all the rounds.

“It’s what you both deserve,” Sam accused. He settled down, though, not actually reaching for Danny’s cock and just wrapping his long arms around his boyfriend’s torso to drape himself over the man. “But I’ll take pity on you since you made Y/N come so hard.”

Danny managed to get the condom off and thrown away before he turned back around, smirking tiredly at you both. “If that’s all it takes to be let off the hook…”

Sam snorted, rolling his eyes and pushing away from Danny so that he could curl himself around you. “You can’t actually use orgasms to get out of trouble–”

You interrupted Sam with a giggle and a peck. “No, no…don’t tell him that yet,” you teased. “You save that bomb for after he tries to get himself out of hot water with orgasms.”

Danny shook his head and shuffled over to Sam’s other side, flopping down behind him and slinging his arm across the both of you, which warmed you from a place inside you didn’t have the courage nor energy to confront at the moment. “Riiiight,” Sam winked, placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “Danny, feel free in the future to try,” he amended. Danny hummed in acknowledgement but didn’t answer him, letting the joke die down into silence.

“How late is it?” you asked, feeling the effects of the past few hours taking their toll on you. “I feel like I’ve been awake for a fucking week.”

Sam playfully tweaked your nipple, and you batted his hand away with an incredulous chuckle. “Definitely still early enough for round three,” he joked. Mostly, you thought– hoped. Because there was no way you were doing anything else for the rest of the night. “Now, who’s gonna be on top this time?”

Danny groaned and tapped you on the hip. “Should we kick him out or enjoy the show? Cause I’m not fucking or getting fucked anymore tonight.”

“Personally, I was thinking we put a pillow over his face, so we can rest instead of listening to his jabber for the rest of the night,” you said with a smile, squealing when Sam dug his fingertips into your waist to tickle you.

“Watch it, or you’re never gonna get another piece of this ass again,” he threatened, and Danny pulled him closer.

Sam sighed and relaxed, tipping his head forward, and you saw Danny’s lips attached to the juncture of his shoulder and neck. “Don’t make empty threats, love. It’s unbecoming.”

The man between you made a small raspberry, but finally snuggled in further, making sure you were all three plastered together.

Like, actually plastered, with all the sweat and other fluids lingering on your skin.

“So…is there any way I can take a shower?” you asked, brain beginning to turn again and wanting to take some space to process everything. You brought an overnight bag, knowing that they’d want you to stay, so you’d have to grab that out of your car. You’d throw on Sam’s clothes for a second to run out and get it.

“Of course,” Danny yawned, keeping Sam down as you wiggled out of his embrace. “Clean towels are on the shelf - just hang it up on whichever hook when you’re done.”

“Want some company?” Sam asked, his lechery leaving him so that you knew he didn’t want anything other than intimacy, and so that you wouldn’t have to be alone after sex that was so different than usual.

You smiled at him. “Thanks, but no thanks - you keep the bed warm. Sam, I’m gonna steal your clothes to go get my overnight bag real quick, though.”

Sam raised his head over Danny to look at you. “Just borrow some old boxers. Or sleep naked. Don’t leave.”

His tired, puppy-dog eyes made you laugh, and you rolled your eyes. “I’m coming back, Sam. That thing has more than pjs in it. It’s got all my meds and my toothbrush.”

Danny rolled halfway over and lazily said, “I’m afraid I can’t do anything for your meds, but I put a new toothbrush in the holder for you - it’s the orange one. If you wanna use that one, you can. Feel free to put it back after, there’s space. Or if you wanted to put the one you brought there, too, that works.”

Your heart swelled, and you just barely managed to croak out, “Thanks, Danny,” before escaping to the bathroom to bite back a giddy grin.

You used the orange toothbrush that night.

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