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You know what's an amusing thing about the previous two Eclipses? The way the both of them were with Sun.
They were never kind to him, no, it would be foolish to say that either the first Eclipse or the backup Eclipse were kind to Sun. But regardless of which one we're talking about, Eclipse has always been more, indulgent with him.
When Sun first met Eclipse eye to eye after that fateful argument he had with Moon in Beta-10, Eclipse was... weirdly gentle? It's not even the correct word for it, but he appeared to indulge Sun and his anxious rambling, before shooting him down. He was also much more friendly than he was with Moon, probably because he did not see Sun as a threat, but still. He quite helpfully pointed out the exit point to Sun, and was acting kinda peacful. He was also less antagonistic, although he was definitely condescending.
When Sun exited the mindscape, he apologised to Eclipse, and Eclipse replied something like: "Oh, don't be sorry, only time you're ever sorry is when it actually IS your fault." which is obviously a jab. However, there's also a hidden admitance, that Sun is innocent, and is not at fault. It kind of feels like comfort from Eclipse? This was preluded by Eclipse admiting that Sun WAS a good person, but with issues (like everyone else lol).
Also, ever since Eclipse locked Sun and Moon into the Infinite Staicase SCP, and forced Moon to admit that he (Eclipse) IS better, seemed to have put more weight on Sun's opinion. Which can be clearly seen in the episode where Sun, having been fed up with Eclipse constantly throwing him and New Moon into things, exploded on him, and Eclipse just... left.
He also passed up some opportunities to actually hurt him? Like we now know, that Sun was tortured in the mindscape, but the first interaction we see between them, which is not a power struggle, Eclipse never got violent. He was a jerk, but a toned down jerk compared to how he was with Moon. Eclipse also, during the first ever video fully focused on him "Sun and Moon TRANSFORM into ECLIPSE in VRCHAT", said he was going to kill Sun, and then never followed through with it, even though he had the entirety of October to do so. Like my guy, do you or do you NOT want to kill him? You said you wanted to! Then actually do it, pussy!
And Eclipse is a killcode right? They said in the show that he is so. But compared to other people, he's actually kinda peacful. Like there are only a couple confirmed kills Eclipse has, like the homeless person he beat to death using Monty's body and the government official before that.
All these can be said to be little things, that Eclipse did not bother with, because they seemed like a waste of his time, but there is one piece of information he had, that could have destroyed both his enemies from the very beginning. A neat little fact. Moon wanted to kill Sun. He wanted to kill him, because he felt injustice at the fact that he was locked into their mind, and wanted a body of his own. The fact that it was their PLAN to do so.
Of course it was probably an intrusive thought of Moon, corrupted by his homicide code, and was probably his greatest shame. Before Eclipse that is. And it's obviously understandable why Moon wasn't jumping at the chance to tell this to his brother, the ONLY person he could fully, truly and wholly love and care about (before Lunar also appeared), but then why didn't Eclipse?
He could have won. He could have won before the brothers had a chance to realise how screwed they actually were, before the October Takeover, before the Wither Storm, before the infamous Beta-10 argument, before anything really. All he had to do, was basically poison Sun with this hate, and ruin any sort of relationship Sun and Moon ever had. Sure, probably when he would have first told it to Sun, he would've thought him a liar, but doubt eventually would have come. That was something Moon could not have countered in any form, and he probably would not have wanted to from how terrible he must have felt about that. Moon would have probably given up, if confronted with that information, because I don't think he'd have lied about something of that magnitude.
But alas, Eclipse never told (probably cuz Reed and Davis had no solid idea about it back then). This could have been such a powerful trump card from him. He could have ruined New Moon and Sun's relationship before it even began! Because back then Sun was still (understandably) more attuned to the Old Moon. So he would not have overcome it as easily, not saying he would do so now. Eclipse could very easily break Sun's fragile little sanity. And yet he never did. He never once even uttered anything similiar to it when in front of Sun. Sure he threw insults and taunts, basically tortured the guy for funsies, but this was a line he never once crossed. And I'm not sure why.
Eclipse had a strong ace up his (non-existent) sleeve, that he could have used anytime. At all times, it would have allowed him to win. But he never once used it. He took it with him silently, everytime he was defeated. I can't stress this enough.
This man had the chance to destroy his enemies with just a couple little words.
But both times he took it to his GRAVE.
Let's see if this one will too (:
#sun and moon show#tsams#the sun and moon show#sams#sams eclipse#tsams eclipse#sams moon#sams sun#tsams sun#FunkyTimeswithSunray#FunkyFriday#(:#i'm talking so much about this goddamn dorito#he has so many issues#but he's so fun#i wanna lock him in a jar and shake it#or put him under a microscope to dissect#fuck grammar
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Obsessed with Law tbh. He's a walking contradiction. He's a doctor but a sadistic one that enjoys playing with people's organs. He's covered in sick tattoos but they're actually in honor of his late father figure. He likes to be carried around like a pretty princess but he'll complain about it the entire time. He's surprisingly picky about food and pouts like a child about it. He's stupidly attractive and badass but he's also the most cringefail loser I've ever seen in my life. He's got such an unhealthy attachment to Cora that he spent thirteen years of his life trying to murder the man that killed him. AND his pirate group is also inspired by Cora. He's an Edgelord but the entire fandom calls him their silly little guy, their babygirl, their cutie patootie. He acts like he hates working with others and people in general but he got tamed and domesticated like a wild animal by the Strawhats SO quickly. What is wrong with him (affectionate) (derogatory)
#LAW MY POOKIE BEAR!!!!#I'm soooo. Normal about him at all times :)#One Piece#Trafalgar Law#Trafalgar D Water Law#Shima speaks#WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM!!#Dissecting him rn.#Putting him under a microscope and studying him.#My brain has been ping ponging back and forth between Sanlu and Cora + Law like. CONSTANTLY#They make me ILL!!! LISTEN!!!!
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is it just me who gets the crushing feeling of guilt and anxiety whenever mischaracterizing a blorbo and knowing full well i'm mischaracterizing them but i've already written so much for them that it's not something that i can undo so quickly
yeah this is about wei wuxian. i've read more metas for him than i have in my whole life because i genuinely feel so guilty mischaracterizing him đ i'm not trying to, i swear!!! it's just that the more i learn about him from metas the more i go "FUCK there's another thing i mischaracterized about him"
all. i. want. is to write him fucked up and traumatized. but then i learn that i'm actually writing it totally incorrectly and i just. :(
sigh. things were so much easier when xiao xingchen was my #1 blorbo /silly like he doesn't have nearly as much canon material to work with so i can let headcanons go crazy asfdbskdfbsdf
#anyways. if anyone wants to dm me for friendly discussion about wwx! please do!!#i want to dissect him under a microscope. to be able to put him in a more accurate pear wiggler#things were so much easier when zelda was my blorbo too....#as much as i adore the complexity of LoZ#it does NOT reach the complexity of these little fuckers in mdzs#also lowk zelda is harder to mischaracterize#not that it's not impossible but i was way better at writing her than wwx sdkfjabsdf#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#wei wuxian#mdzs wwx#wei ying#xiao xingchen#writing woes#writing is hard#mischaracterization#ééç„ćž
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I'm not an otto apocalypse defender, I'm actually an otto apocalypse encourager. Yeah he did all that and he should do it again for my entertainment actually
#otto apocalypse#If I had a nickel for every time a character I hated became a character I couldn't stop thinking about#I need to put him under a microscope and dissect his brain
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âOf course you like it, it has snow and cannibalsâ
â my little brother 2023
#watching films with him is impossible. heâs so normal#âso what did you think of the film?â âit was goodâ#I donât understand how someone can just come to the conclusion a film was good and not want to dissect it to pieces#whereâs the urge to put it under a microscope! the need to look up production history and historical and cultural influences!#I canât believe he called me out like that though#ravenous 1999#the terror#âoh I donât think youâll like this show thereâs no cannabalismâ#I donât talk about cannabalism irl#but somehow! the lil fuck called me out on it
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"i wont say i'm in love" is such a binggeyuan song (at least to ME, whose brain has been infected by their worms)
it's shen yuan bc he's in denial that he's in love withA MAN!! but also he's in love and he's just never experienced such! intense! feelings! for someone! who happens to be the coolest person ever! it'll prolly never work out since bingge doesnt see him that way, right??
it's fine! it'll go away eventually, like all crushes do except it doesnt. he thinks it gets worse, especially when he's had a few 'close calls' where he let himself be a bit too obvious about his feelings towards bingge. this is bad, he thinks, bingge will get weirded out by him
for bingge, he realizes it one time that he's been more open, vulnerable and honest with shen yuan than he ever has been with his previous partners. and it scares him bc he's never showed those parts of himself to anyone and somehow he let himself go around sy
there's that fear that sy will think he's weak for being like this and that he'll leave him so he withdraws, he doesnt tell sy things anymore at least until he gets a grip on himself
#svsss#shen yuan#luo binghe#luo bingge#bingyuan#binggeyuan#azu's rambles#i know i usually write bingge as a charming confident sweep-you-off-your-feed kind of guy but it's nice to take him apart and look at what#really goes on underneath that mask and see all his insecurities and vulnerabilities#i really should dissect him and put him under a microscope more often ...
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why is scar goodtimes so difficult to write as a character
like, sir. i do not understand how to write you. you are incomprehesible to my tiny bug brain.
#gtws#hermitblr#trafficblr#mcytblr#im bad at tags okay#but like#i have SEVERAL wip fics which hes either the pov character or is an Important character in#and#i STILL dont understand how to write him#this man is completely and utterly incomprehensible to me#i want to put him under a microscope and EXAMINE HIM PROPERLY#DISSECT HIM AND FIGURE OUT HOW HE WORKS#BUT NOT IN THE BLORBO WAY#IN THE **WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU** WAY#WHAT ARE YOU GOODTIMESWITHSCAR.
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being insane over kyle again
#not even in a kin sense i just want to put him under a microscope#guards dissect this poor man /silly#evillious chronicles#kyle marlon#arte.txt
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Just a heads up. If you think Alastor is a 100% evil baddy who is irredeemable, only ever in it for himself and whose only mode of interaction is done through manipulation, then I recommend you look elsewhere for your hazbin tumblr experience.
#hazbin hotel#alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#this is an Alastor friendly blog#which is to say#this is a letâs put him under a microscope and dissect him blog#one note villains are fun and all#but my hyperfixating wouldnât latch onto a character if they didnât have that depth to them#the complexities are what makes it fun
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I am normal and can be trusted around the character (<- lying)
#picking terry up and shaking him and biting him and putting him under a microscope#I want to dissect him mentally#wdym he a) rolled the Die Another Day and b) tried to perma kill himself because apparently regular dying wasn't repentance enough#the guilt and self-destructive imagery is usually given to grant and lark and rightly so#but like#Terry is just as bad if not worse#he's just more subtle about it#until he's not
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Hey, yâall when Trump finally writes his autobiography, will someone please buy it, pirate it, and then share it for free on Tumblr?
Iâm sure itâll be a wild read, definitely something I would love to read, but I refuse to give that man any money, and I would assume that a lot of people here feel the same way
#donald trump#Trump autobiography#Pirating#Tumblr#independents#politics#american politics#Our second favorite orange man#just to be clear heâs the only one in that category#Which is why I kind of had to rank him second favorite#Because he canât be favorite#But also I get the feeling that in about 100 years his story will be so hilarious to school-age kids#that I canât reasonably put him any lower on the chart#Terrible terrible man#but in the same way as Andrew Jackson#You just wanna dissect him under a microscope#just like all of our lovely blorboified Ancient generals
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here's a lil snippet of a heracles piece i've been noodling around with - not sure how i feel about this one characterization-wise, so maybe i will trash it but! a section for you <3
Out of the corner of your eye, you see the witch lift a finger; immediately, your hand comes up. Sheâs small, small enough that only a fraction of your strength will be necessary. You may not be able to kill her, but that doesnât mean you canât send a message. All itâll take is her throat in your grip andâ
âThat one,â she says, pointing to a sigil of Hera. Tricksy, these witches. You manage to play the motion off by swiping the back of your hand against your mouth; it comes away red, sticky with pomegranate juice. If sheâd noticed the motion, had even an inkling of just how close she was to returning to that Underworld of hers, she doesnât let on.
âSo, sheâs aiding you, then?â you canât help but ask, watching as she reaches for the boon. Pale green light washes over her, then, and when she opens her eyes, thereâs a familiar hatred in them. âJust like thatâŠâ
âSheâs family,â the princess says, as though thatâs an answer. As though that explains anything.
As though you arenât.Â
#fic snippet#hades game#melinoe#melinoe hades#heracles hades#idk what their ship name is#idk anything about anything actually#this started off as me wanting to put heracles under a microscope and dissect him#but i have no idea if the words on the page mean anything#i suppose we shall see#nemali writes
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Thinking about Kairi & Sora but mainly Kairi and going insane. Girl you have so many issues
#blue babbles#I think she should get worse actually I think it would fix her/hj#I think she needs to figure out who the fuck she is. I think she needs to figure out who she is completely without him#to become someone who isnât defined by his presence or absence#I also think she should explore her gender. use he/him pronouns as a treat. she doesnât gotta stick with them#but I think trying it out would be helpful.#I almost think she would benefit in a way that might screw her over a bit to think Sora is 100% dead and gone. not waiting for him not with#him not searching for him and sudden being forced to mourn him because thereâs nothing else to do.#I think in a way sheâs been mourning him for years already but to truly feel and acknowledge those feelings would be great for her#him coming back would screw her up a bit again (bc of course heâd come back) but in the end sheâd have a better leg to stand on with ever#I also think being friends with Ventus might help her? I donât know give her friends man. I want her to form connections.#I think Roxas and NaminĂ©âs relationship with her should be explored too.#I need to put her under a microscope. I need to stick her in a blender. I need to watch her to be stripped down to her very core#and then build herself up again. she needs so much therapy#there is something very specific about the way I am insane about her in particular. she is has The Issues Ever to me I need to dissect her#Iâm chewing on her like bubblegum. I love her she deserves so much better#also she deserves to be hugged. to be given so many hugs.#I think she needs to start over from the beginning with Sora and Riku. they need to build a new friendship instead of playing in the ruins#of an old one. they donât know each other and theyâve known each other since they were small and they are now strangers.#I need them to not see each other for decades i need to lock them in a room together I need Kairi to punch them directly in the face#something she may struggle with because she is 5ft. but she deserves it#one of the characters ever I need her to scream at someone#thereâs something about her that is just the ever. the character ever to me. I love her
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someday i will bookbind what i have of tg/cf so i can annotate it properly
#i had so many thoughts during my reread but ive forgotten them cuz i stopped at the last book a while back to read md/zs#i need to dissect it.#i want to put xie lian under a microscope he is sooooooo#*grabs him and aggressively shakes him like a rattle*#the fucking character ever. he lives in my mind 24/7#EATING HIM
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Summary: Tensions rise as the three of you try to find clarity in the aftermath of lines crossed and feelings laid bare. In the weeks that follow, you begin to wonder if something this messy could still become something that lasts.
|| smut MDNI 18+, some mentions of pregnancy, angst and feelings, some fluff, dirty talk, pinv, blowjobs, love triangle (?), no outbreak, jealousy, possessiveness, power play, joel talks you thru it of course, fair warning this isnât exactly healthy, bad communication, donât do this ok EDIT TO ADD: threesome, some dubious consent at first then reader fully consents. Tommy is an asshole || notes: eeeehhehe okay I love this one. its a long boy! I listened to you and didnât delete any of it lmao I love this dynamic so much and it makes me so happy to know everyone is as filthy as I am // pic of Joel & Tommy is mine //
âSo, when you saw them, what went through your head, Tommy?â Dr. Servopoulos asked. The office was neat, almost unnervingly so. The walls were bare except for a few framed photosâserene lakes, white sailboats drifting across still water. A false sense of calm in a space built for unraveling things that werenât calm at all. The air smelled faintly of old books and lavender, a weak attempt to soften the weight of conversations like this.
It had taken a lot to convince either of the men beside you to come today.
Bringing anyone into this mess was hard enough, but laying it bare for someone outside the three of you, having someone watch, analyze, pick apart what happened behind closed doors felt like something private was being dissected under a microscope.
Joel hated this. You knew he hated this. He was a man who carried his feelings in silence, whose apologies lived in things left unsaid. He didn't do thisâdidnât sit in stiff chairs like this, in stuffy offices like this, didn't put words to things that made his throat tight. Yet, he still agreed to be here.
And Tommyâyou knew this was hard for him too. Not just because of what had happened, but because sitting here, having someone else pick at the wounds, meant acknowledging that things werenât okay. That they couldnât just fix it themselves. That you had invited someone in to see the cracks that had formed over the past few months.
It made the walls feel closer, the chairs feel stiffer, the quiet feel too loud.
You watched Tommy as he sighed beside you, his fingers rubbing at his brow. His eyes flickered to the doctor before dropping to the floor. âI donât even remember,â he muttered. âSâlike Iâve blocked it all out.â He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. âI do remember the right hook I gave âim when Joel was tryna say somethinâ to me.â His voice darkened. âYa know. When they were finally dressed.â
The last word dripped with bitterness.
You flinched. Your fingers curled together in your lap, knuckles pressing tight.
Joel shifted beside you, the slight movement drawing your attention. He sat stiff in his chair, his thumb rubbing absently at the bruised, purple swell on his cheekâthe evidence of Tommyâs fury. He hadnât said a single word since the session started.
You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to meet the doctorâs gaze. âDr. Servopoulosââ
âTess,â she offered smoothly.
âTess,â you amended. âWe never meant⊠this was never supposed to get this far. I just want him to know I neverââ You turned to look Tommy in the eyes. âI never intended for this to happen.â
Tommy let out a rough scoff, shaking his head. His arms crossed over his chest. âYeah, well, neither did I.â
A quiet beat.
Tess glanced at Joel then, waiting.
Joel felt the weight of her stare and finally looked up. His dark eyes met hers, unreadable.
Tess raised a brow. âAnything to add?â
His jaw ticked. âWhat dâyou want me to say?â
âYou tell me, Mr. Miller.â Tess mused, tapping her pen against her notepad. âWhat about how you ended up sleeping with your brotherâs wife?â
Joel exhaled slowly through his nose. His knuckles flexed. âDidnât start out that way.â
Tess hummed. âRight.â She flipped to a page of her notes. âSo letâs lay this out. Youââ she nodded at you, âwanted a baby. Youââ she pointed at Tommy, âwere willing to ask your own brother to be a sperm donor, which then turned into youââ she turned to Joel, âwhat, just doing your brother a favor? By sleeping with his wife?â
Joelâs fingers drummed against his knee. âI did say no at first. But yeah, somethinâ like that.â
Tommy mumbled under his breath, âYeah. A real big favor.â
You swallowed.
Tess scribbled something down. âOkay,â she said, flipping her pen between her fingers. âSo when you three agreed to try for a baby in this⊠hands-on way, you never foresaw the possibility of⊠complications?â
You shook your head, stomach twisting.
âNot once?â
âI didnât think about it,â you admitted, voice small. âI thought we were justâwe were focused on the baby.â
Tommy snorted, rubbing a hand down his face. âYeah? Well, neither of you seemed focused on it when you were sneakinâ around.â
You flinched again.
Joel finally looked up at him, his expression dark. âWe werenât sneakinâ.â
âSure as hell felt like it,â Tommy shot back.
Tess sighed, leaning forward, her gaze flicking between the three of you. âAlright, letâs just call it what it is: things got complicated. Lines that were there for a reason got crossed. And the problem wasnât you trying for a babyâit was everything that happened outside of that agreement.â
She gestured between you and Joel. âYou broke the boundaries you set. Maybe you ignored it, maybe you thought you could handle it, but now youâre here. And not because the plan failed, but because you broke your own rules. You had sex outside of what you all agreed to.â
A brief pause. Her eyes scanned each of you, as if silently asking any of you to deny it, before she tilted her head.
âSo letâs cut to it. Why are you here? What do each of you actually want?â
Tommy exhaled sharply, shaking his head. âI donât know, okay?â His voice cracked slightly. âI justâI ainât ready to throw away my marriage, but I also ainât stupid enough to pretend like nothinâ happened.â
Tess nodded, absorbing his words before turning to you. âAnd you?â
Your throat felt tight. âIââ Your hands fisted in your lap. âI donât want to lose either of them.â
Tommyâs head snapped toward you.
Joelâs fingers twitched.
You swallowed, your voice steadier now. âMy marriage with Tommy is important to me. He is important to me.â You turned toward your husband, eyes pleading. âBut things are complicated. Because Joel is important too.â You hesitated, shifting your gaze to Joelâs hands, his knuckles tight and white where they pressed together. âI donât want to just cut him out of this just because of one mistake.â
Tommyâs jaw ticked, but he didnât interrupt. His fingers drummed against his knee, his gaze flickering between you and Joel like he was waiting for something.
Tess sat forward slightly, pen poised. âAnd Joel?â
Joel dragged a hand down his face, exhaling through his nose. âI donât wanna make things worse than they already are,â he muttered, voice low, unreadable.
Tess hummed, unimpressed. âThatâs not really an answer.â
His fingers tapped against his knee. âAinât got another one.â
You turned toward him, heart pounding. âJoel.â
His jaw flexed, his eyes staying downcast away from you.
You didnât push right away, letting the silence stretch between you before trying again, voice softer this time. âWhat do you want?â
His throat worked, but he didnât speak.
Tess glanced between you both. âIt doesnât have to be a speech, Joel. Just say whatâs in your head.â
Joel breathed in a slow, heavy breath, rubbing the heel of his hand over his mouth. His fingers dragged across the stubble on his jaw. When he finally looked up, his eyes locked onto his brother. âI know what we agreed to,â he said, voice steady but low. âI know this was supposed to be your kid, that I was justâŠâ He trailed off for a second, shaking his head, like the word didnât sit right with him. âThat I was just helpinâ.â
The room felt very still.Â
Joel shifted, his knuckles flexing against his knee. âBut shit changed, Tommy.â His voice roughened. âI canât justâ" He exhaled sharply, shoulders tensing. âI wonât just step back like this donât mean nothinâ to me.â
The weight of it settled between all of you. Tommyâs knee bounced, his hands gripping his own upper arms where they were crossed. His mouth pressed into a hard line, but he didnât speak, didnât argue.
Joel swallowed, gaze flicking downward for a second before lifting again. âI ainât askinâ forââ He hesitated, his jaw flexing like the words were hard to force out. âI donât even know what Iâm askinâ for.â His eyes flickered to Tommyâs. âBut I do know I ainât gonna be left out to dry.â
âNo one said you would be,â you tried to soothe, your hand reaching to rest on his forearm, shaking your head. His skin was rough, warm, solid beneath your touch.
Your eyes traced the worn lines of his face, the quiet tension in his jaw as he looked at his brother. He was handsome in a way that felt etched into him, shaped by time and hardship, by everything heâd carried.
And you knewâbetter than anyoneâhow much Tommy meant to him. That neither of them trusted anyone as much as they trusted each other. That this needed to be amended before anything else could carry on between the two of you. You took your hand away from his arm.
Tess let out a slow breath. âOkay,â she murmured, nodding slightly. âThank you, Joel. I think everyone needed to hear that.â
Joelâs fingers flexed again, and this time, his gaze flicked toward you, studying you for the first time since you arrived. There was something thereâa charge, a quiet pull that hadnât been there before. Or maybe it had, and you were only noticing it now, now that everything had changed.
You let the silence stretch as you kept your eyes on his, trying to read between everything he wasnât saying. That he wanted to be part of this, that he wasnât going to give this up easily.
Then Tommy sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. âAlright,â he muttered, shaking his head. âThen we gotta figure out what the hell weâre actually doinâ here.â
Tess tapped her pen against her notepad. âRight. So letâs talk about our options.â
âOptions?â Tommy echoed, his voice edged with skepticism.
Tess nodded, uncrossing her legs only to recross them the other way. She leaned forward slightly. âThe way I see it, there are ways to make this workâeven if none of them are simple.â She flipped to a fresh page in her notebook. âBut make no mistake: itâs going to take work.â
Her pen tapped lightly against the paper as she continued. âLetâs start with the obvious: you can walk away from this entirely, go your separate waysâbut none of you seem too eager to do that. Or, you and Tommy could stay together, work on the marriage, and Joel can remain in the background. Be some kind of father figure to this child and nothing more.â
She lifted a brow and looked directly at him. âBut Iâm not sure, with how far this has gotten, that thatâs actually what you want.â
Joel didnât answer right away. His jaw worked, tension shifting through his shoulders as his eyes dropped to the floor.
Then, quiet but certain, Joel said, âItâs not.â
Your chest tightened. The urge to reach for him surged again, stronger this time, but you didnât move. You let him sit in the silence heâd chosen, even as it said more than anything else could.
Tess gave a small nod, like sheâd expected that answer.
Joel didnât elaborate. Didnât look up. But the shift in the room was immediate. Whatever this had started asâit wasnât just about the baby anymore.
Tess paused, giving the moment space before she spoke again.
âSo the third optionâŠHow do we feel about the possibility of an open relationship?â
The silence that followed was thick, charged.
Tommy looked at you. You looked at him. Then at Joel. Joel stared at the floor, his jaw tight, expression unreadable.
Tess leaned her elbows on her knees, voice calm but direct. âIâll be honestâI rarely see that work in situations like this. But itâs an option. If youâre willing to set clear, honest boundariesâand actually respect them.â
Tommy let out a breathy, humorless laugh, running a hand down his face again. âBoundaries. Weâd need real ones this time. Ones that actually get followed.â His voice was edged, not cruel, but firm. âNot just shit we say and then ignore the second someone gets all⊠worked up.â
You tried not to let the flush creep onto your face as you kept your eyes on Tess as she went on.
âNow, letâs talk about Sarah.â
Joel immediately stiffened, his eyes shooting up to look at the doctor. Tommy did too.
âShe doesnât need to know about any of this,â Joel said, voice sharp.
âNot right now,â Tommy agreed. He turned to his brother, âBut eventually, sheâs gonna ask questions. And if weâre talkinâ about raising a baby together too, we canât just not think about how this looks to her.â
Tess nodded, writing something down. âAnd if you donât figure out what you actually are to each other, sheâs gonna pick up on that long before youâre ready to have the conversation.â She flicked her gaze between all of you. âKids are perceptive. The more unsure you are, the more confusing itâs gonna be for her.â
âWhen the time comes,â Joel said, measured, âIâll tell her.â He glanced at Tommy, then at you. âNot before. Not unless she starts askinâ.â
Tess watched him closely. âAnd if she does?â
Joel exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. âThen Iâll explain it to her. In a way that makes sense.â His eyes flickered between you and Tommy again. âShe donât need to know more than whatâs right for her age.â
You let out a slow breath, nodding. âAlright.â
Tess closed her notebook. âAlright. Itâs a start. But youâve got work to do. This isnât just about a baby anymore.â She looked directly at Tommy. âItâs about your marriage. About your relationships with each other.â Then her gaze flicked between you and Joel. âAnd whether or not you two can actually handle boundaries, or if this is just a slow crawl toward something blowing up in your faces.â
You swallowed. Joelâs hands clenched.
Tommy just sighed. âYeah,â he muttered. âGuess weâll find out.â
The walk into the parking lot was a quiet one, with the buzzing of unsettled energy between the three of you. Once outside the door, you all seemed to turn to each other, waiting for someone to speak.
âThank you,â you said finally, your voice soft. âBoth of you. For coming to this. I know it wasâŠâ You couldnât finish the sentence.
âWeird,â Joel offered, with a dry edge.
âNecessary,â Tommy muttered, crossing his arms.
You nodded, arms folding across your chest. âSoâŠâ you trailed off, unsure what came next. None of you were.
Tommy gave a short sigh and looked off toward the lot. âIâll go grab the truck.â He didnât wait for a responseâjust turned and walked, shoulders tight, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets.
You and Joel stood in the stillness he left behind.
He glanced at you, then away, rocking slightly on his heels. âI donât know what the hell Iâm supposed to say right now.â
You huffed a quiet breath. âYeah. Me neither.â
He looked like he wanted to say more, like something was caught just behind his teethâbut he didnât speak.
And you didnât reach for him, even though you wanted to. Even though your hand twitched like it might. To squeeze his, to graze his wrist, to pull him close and maybe even kiss him goodbye. But it was still too weird. Too soon.
So instead, when Tommy pulled up and the tires crunched on the pavement, you stepped forward and let your fingers brush lightly over Joelâs shoulder. Just for a second. Just enough to say something without having to speak.
The window on Tommyâs side rolled down, elbow braced on the edge. He was watching his brother with a resigned look in his eyes.
Joel met his eyes. They exchanged a short, silent nod. Nothing more.
You climbed into the passenger seat, heart thrumming. Joel stayed standing where you left him, hands in his pockets, watching as the truck pulled away.
And even though nothing had been said⊠it felt like something had shifted. Just enough to make it through the rest of the day.
For mid-October, the sun sure was baking you in the bleachers. But it was the good kind of heatâcozy, not oppressive. The air smelled like dust and hay and horses. Behind you, the fair buzzed with lifeâkids screaming on the roller coasters, bells ringing as prizes were won, music from the concert stage floating over the field like static.
The Austin Fall Festival was in full swing.
Tommy sat beside you on the sun-warmed metal bench, one hand deep in a bag of kettle corn, the other resting easy on your knee. Down in the arena below your seats, another bull rider went airborne, thrown like a ragdoll into the dirt. The crowd let out a collective wince.
âDamn,â Tommy said, watching the guy scramble to his feet. âThatâs gonna bruise.â
You snorted, grabbing a handful of popcorn. âBruise? That manâs spine just folded in half.â
Tommy grinned, leaning in. âBet I could do better.â
You raised a brow. âYou canât even get outta bed without your back crackinâ like fireworks.â
He laughed, mouth full of popcorn, then pressed a quick kiss to your lipsâwarm and familiar. âTrue. But Iâd still look good tryinâ.â
You smiled as you sipped your soda. The air smelled like caramel and something friedâprobably the funnel cake stand you passed earlier. You sat close enough to the arena that you could hear the thud of hooves, the pop of the announcerâs mic, the wave of cheers and groans rolling through the stands behind you. It felt electric.
Sarah was up soon. Her first barrel race. Sheâd been buzzing about it for weeks.
You leaned into Tommyâs side, and he brought his arm up to wrap around your shoulders, giving you an affectionate squeeze.
This was good. A sense of normalcy again.
Then, a familiar face caught your eye making his way up the bleachers. Joel had a bag of cotton candy in one hand and was weaving through the crowd with ease up the stairs. He reached your row and slid in beside you, a small smile already on his face.
âJust left Sarah with her trainer,â he said, a little out of breath. âSheâs up in the next few.â
Then he leaned in to greet you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek meant to be just a casual familial âhelloâ. But still, his stubble scraped your skin just enough to leave a spark, and he smelled like horses and leather and that subtle cologne he always wore. It hit somewhere low in your stomach, but you didnât let it show.Â
He greeted Tommy with a nod, and popped a puff of cotton candy into his mouth.
You made a face. âUgh. How can you eat that stuff?â
Joel grinned around the sugar, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âItâs what makes me so sweet.â
You laughed, shaking your head and taking another sip of your soda. Tommy reached down for more popcorn, his arm brushing against your back as he dropped his hand from your shoulder, and Joel leaned forward to watch the next event being announced.
You sat between them, shoulders brushing, the sun warming your back, the crowd rising around you.
For a moment, it almost felt like things could settle. Like the three of you could fit into this new normalâcomfortable, easy, like it was supposed to be this way all along. At least you hoped.Â
The announcerâs voice crackled through the speakers, calling out Sarahâs name, and your heart gave a little skip.
âThere she is,â Joel said, sitting forward with his elbows on his knees.
You leaned, too, eyes scanning the gate. Sure enough, Sarah was there behind the posts on her horse, nerves painted all over her posture even though she tried to play it cool. Even from here, you could just make out the furrow in her browâthe same quiet, determined look she got from her dad.
âSheâs gonna kill it,â Tommy said beside you, resting his hand high on your thigh. He gave it a gentle squeeze, leaning into you as he said, âAinât no way she donât win.â
You smiled, but it felt slightly delayed. Joelâs knee pressed against yours as he leaned close on your other side, eyes still locked on the arena.
âHope she donât cut that second barrel too close,â he muttered, mostly to himself, his voice low and rough. âShe keeps doinâ that in practice. Gets excited and leans too early.â
âSheâll be fine,â you said, but you could hear the tension in your own voice. Joelâs hand had come to rest behind you on the bench, close to your lower back. Tommyâs fingers were still on your leg.
Sarah burst out of the gate, and the crowd roared. The three of you shot to your feet as her horse charged forward, hooves kicking up dust. She moved fastâtight, cleanârounding the first barrel like sheâd done it a hundred times.
Joel was grinning ear to ear. âThatâs my girl!â
His arm slid around your back, his other hand curled into a loose fist, pressed just beneath his mouth as if to contain the rush of emotion building in him. The hand at your back caught in the fabric of your blouse, fingers curling there, like he was tethering himself. Like he was bracing.
You tried to focus on Sarah, but all you could feel was the heat of his fingers, the way he clung to you, like your body was hyper aware of him.
You smiled, cheering, barely breathing, eyes fixed on her horse thundering toward the second turn. She hugged the barrel tightâtoo tight. A little wobble, a gasp from the crowd, but she corrected at the last second.
âSheâs got it,â Tommy said beside you. His hand came to rest against the small of your backâright below where Joelâs hand was already bunched in your shirt. The two touches nearly met.
Neither of them moved.
Sarah charged toward the third barrel. Clean. Her final sprint down the home stretch brought the stands to their feet.
The three of you clapped, cheered, whooped, your heart racing, the electricity between the two men fizzing silently beside you. Tommyâs hand splayed wide across your backside. Joel barely moved, watching the timer screen flash across the display.
âThatâs a good run,â he said, low and proud. His fingers loosened from your shirt, but he didnât move his hand away.
âSheâs gonna place,â Tommy agreed.
âShe might win it,â you added, turning your head to look at them.
Both of them were already looking at you.
You smiled, flushed from the excitementâbut something in the way they each looked at you made your skin feel hot for an entirely different reason.
Neither of them said anything, and for a second, the moment just⊠hung there. Their hands on you. The roar of the crowd fading into something muted.
Then the announcer called the next name, and the energy around you snapped back into motion.
Joel pulled his arm back to grab the cotton candy. Tommy slid his hand away like nothing had happened.
But your body remembered. And so did theirs.
After catching up with Sarah after her event, she was still buzzing with adrenaline. Practically bouncing.
âDid you see how fast he took that last curve?!â she gasped, practically skipping between you and Joel. âI was freaking out when the second barrel started to tipâdid you see that?! Were you guys watching?!â
Joel was all pride and smiles as he walked beside her, teasing and nodding along, soaking in every word. She rambled on about her trainerâs horses, how theyâd competed at Rodeo Austin for real, how she couldnât wait to do it again. Eventually, she managed to talk the three of you into a round at the BB gun booth.
All four of you took a stanceâSarah coached dramatically, and you, predictably, failed miserably your first try. Joel and Tommy moved to the next round, and you watched from the side with Sarah, both of you hollering in support.
âHit it! Hit it!â Sarah screeched at her dad. You let out a whoop as Tommy nailed the bullseye again and again.
When the game runner handed him a giant teddy bear, Tommy swung it into your arms with a triumphant grin before kissing you full on the mouth, unbothered by the crowd.
You laughed against his lips, hugging the bear tight, bouncing a little despite yourself.
âUncle Tommy!â Sarah groaned, tugging at his arm until he pulled back from the kiss, grinning at her wide-eyed look. âWin me one too! Please?â
Tommyâs eyes sparkled as he looked at Joel, clearly amused that he was the one winning today. Joel rolled his eyes, but you caught the tightness in his jaw, the way his gaze lingered just a second too long as he glanced at your oversized teddy hitched on your hip.
âGo on, then,â Joel said, nodding toward the booth. âIâm gonna grab another beer.â
âIâll join you,â you added quickly, glancing toward Tommy. But Sarah was already dragging him away, his hands back on the BB gun, ready for round two.
You and Joel peeled off quietly, heading toward the food and drink stands.
âSarah was begginâ for a funnel cake earlier,â Joel said, hands in his pockets. âOkay if we stop by one of the stands?â
âYeah, âcourse,â you murmured, falling into step beside him.
The walk was quietânot awkward, exactly, but the air between you had thickened. Every step felt like it carried the weight of something unsaid.
You hadnât talked much since the therapy session. Not really. Not about anything that mattered. The three of you had agreed to give it spaceâto breathe, to not immediately push into definitions or rules or boundaries.
But space didnât feel like clarity. It felt like walking on eggshells. Like waiting for someone else to speak first, only no one ever did.
You werenât sure what this was supposed to look like now. The idea of exploring an open relationship had been thrown out into the room like a life raft, but no one had said if they were actually ready to grab onto it. Not Joel. Not Tommy. Not even you.
You made it all the way to the counter before either of you spoke again.
âMake that two funnel cakes, please,â you said, just as Joel ordered Sarahâs.
He raised an eyebrow.
âWhat?â you laughed, lifting a shoulder. âCanât help the cravings.â You reached for your wallet. âIâll get Sarahâs too.â
Joel stopped you, his hand catching your wrist as you moved to your back pocket.
âDonât be ridiculous,â he muttered, already pulling out cash.
Then, quieterâlow enough that the vendor wouldnât hear, but just loud enough for youâhe added, âGuess that sweet tooth runs in the genes.â
Your heart stumbled a beat. He didnât look at you. Didnât smirk, didnât wink, but you could swear there was a twinkle in his eye when he turned back to you as you both stepped aside to wait for your order.
And just like that, the silence settled back inâonly now it wasnât neutral. It was charged.
When the funnel cakes came, you didnât hesitateâtearing off a bite, still warm and soft, powdered sugar sticking to your lips.
You sighed in delight. âOh my God.â
Joel was watching you when you looked up. That slight smirk on his face.
âWhat?â you asked, mouth full.
âYou got a little somethinâ,â he said, gesturing vaguely near his own mouth.
You licked your lips automatically, tongue sweeping the corner.
âNope,â he murmured, chuckling. âStill there.â
Before you could try again, his hand reached out. Fingers warm and rough as they curled under your chin. His thumb dragged gently across your upper lip, brushing away the sugar with a slow swipe.
You frozeâyour breath caught somewhere in your throat as your eyes searched his face. The lights from the festival sparkled in his eyes, and behind him the sky had deepened into a wash of orange and violet.
Then his gaze dropped to your mouth, and he moved.
His lips brushed yoursâsoft, hesitantâlike he wasnât sure if this counted as crossing a line, or if the line had disappeared altogether. But he didnât pull back right away. Instead, he paused there, the warmth of his breath ghosting against your mouth, and for a second neither of you moved.Â
You stood still in that sliver of space where touch becomes choice, where you could pretend it hadnât happened yet. But then his mouth pressed into yours fully, slowly, like he was tasting something he already knew. It wasnât hungry. It wasnât rushed. It was deliberate, drawn out and gentle.Â
His hand stayed at your chin, his thumb pinching just barely as if to steady you, and your lips parted instinctively beneath his. You felt the sigh in his chest more than you heard it, like something deep inside him had let go the second your mouths met.Â
Your hands stayed at your sides, fist clenched around the paper tray still holding your funnel cake, the other hugging the teddy bear to your side, your heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat. It wasnât a kiss born from adrenaline or jealousyâit wasnât the kind of kiss that begged for permission. It simply was.Â
When he pulled back, it wasnât abrupt. It was slow, like he didnât really want to stop, but knew he had to. His lips hovered a moment longerâjust close enough that you could still feel the heat of himâand then he stepped back half a breath. You didnât dare move. Couldnât. You stood there staring at him, your lungs burning like youâd been holding your breath the entire time. Joelâs eyes dropped to your mouth again, and then, with a subtle flick of his tongue, he licked the last trace of powdered sugar from his bottom lip. The gesture was unthinking, automatic, but the sheer sight of it landed somewhere low and electric in your stomach, like a match being struck.
And then the world came rushing back in.
The noise of the fairgroundsâthe buzz of voices, the bark of game operators, the soft whir of ridesâreturned all at once, like someone had turned the volume back up. You swallowed hard and looked away, trying to force air into your lungs, trying to stop the trembling in your fingers. Joel didnât say anything. He just nodded once, almost to himself, and turned to start walking back toward the game booth. You followed beside him, the heat still high in your cheeks, your steps too careful, like if you moved too fast you might lose your balance.
You glanced up at him once, just to see if he was as composed as he acted, but the faint pink flush at the tips of his ears gave him away.
âDad!â
Sarahâs voice snapped your head up. She was running toward you, a giant stuffed horse clutched in her arms, nearly half her size. She was beaming. âCan I go find Claire and Maddie again? Theyâre headed to the ferris wheel!â
Joel handed her the funnel cake without hesitation, âYeah, go on, just stay where we can see you.â
âThanks!â she chirped, already spinning away with her prize in tow, the funnel cake tipping dangerously as she ran off.
But your eyes werenât on her.
They were on Tommy, just catching up to youâbeer in one hand, the other stuffed in his front pocket, a smile on his face as he watched her go. When his eyes found yours, they flicked to Joel beside you, and something in his expression changed. Not angry, not suspicious⊠but aware. Like he was conscious of some shift between the two of you.
You tried to will the pink from your cheeks, steady the pulse in your throat as you stepped toward him and offered your funnel cake like nothing had happened.
âThat kid had me goinâ three more rounds to get her that prize,â Tommy chuckled, clearly trying to break whatever tension had settled back between the three of you as he tore off a piece and popped it in his mouth.
Joel let out a quiet laugh, eyes following in the direction Sarah had run off. âBetter go catch up with her before I lose âer.â
Tommy nodded, then glanced at you. âThink weâll call it a night after this. Sheâll be wired for another hour and then crash hard.â
You smiled, grateful for the exit.
As Joel nodded and began to step away, Tommy called after him casually, âHeyâwhen you drop her off, mind swinginâ by the house? Think I left that box of tools in your truck bed last week.â
Joel glanced over his shoulder. âYeah. Sure.â his eyes landed on you for the briefest moment, âSee ya in a bit then,â
Tommy gave him a two-finger wave, then turned his attention back to you, the last bite of funnel cake pinched between his fingers, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked out of the fair.
The drive home wasnât long, but it felt like it stretched forever.
Tommyâs hand had been on your thigh from the moment he slid into the driverâs seatâsteady at first, but now, it was creeping higher with every turn he made. His fingers flexed just at the top of your leg, the pad of his thumb brushing over your jeans in slow, distracting strokes.
âTommy,â you said, a quiet breath more than a word.
âYeah?â His voice was low, too casual for the way his fingers were moving now.
âYouâre beinâ handsy.â
He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, smirking. âYeah, well. Youâre lettinâ me.â
This wasnât like him.
Yes, Tommy was affectionateâalways had been. Touching your lower back as you passed through a crowd, brushing his lips over your shoulder while you stood at the sink, nudging your knee under the table just to remind you he was there.
But his gestures had never been⊠naughty.
Never anything that lit a fuse under your skin like the way his hand was gripping your thigh now. Never anything that made your breath stutter in your chest just from the press of his fingers curling possessively around your skin.
He was usually more careful with you. Gentle.
Tommy was the kind of man who waited until you were both tucked under the covers, warm and safe, soft and sleepy, before climbing over you with a smile and a kiss to your neck. The kind of man who made you smile first, made sure the world had quieted before he pulled you under.
You turned your head, looking at him from the passenger seat. He was focused on the road, jaw tight, eyes hard on the curve of the pavement as he turned into the neighborhood. But there was a spark there, flashing hot and alive beneath his usual easy exterior.
Your gaze slid down as he shifted in his seat, and your eyes caught on the undeniable shape in his jeans.
Heat bloomed in your face. Your chest. Lower.
The tight bulge in his lap pulsed like a secret between you, and it made your thighs press together involuntarily. But it wasnât just the fact that he was arousedâit was that he wasnât hiding it. That he was feeling you up in the front seat of the truck, on your quiet neighborhood street, away from the safety of the four walls of your bedroom.
Tommy, who usually waited until the house was dark and the doors were locked. Who kissed you slowly, slid his hands under your shirt and whispered âyou okay?â even after years of being together.
He just slid his hand between your legs and gripped your inner thigh like heâd been thinking about it all night.
It sent heat rolling through you, sharp and dizzying. Not just from the touch, but from the awareness of how out of place it was. How unlike him it was to let go like this, to need like this, especially outside the safety of home.
And God help youâyou liked it.
You pressed your legs together, your breath catching in your throat, trying to remember how to sit still while every nerve in your body screamed at you to climb into his lap and ride him right there in the middle of the road.
He felt your squirming as he pulled into the driveway, the tires crunching softly over gravel. The second the truck shifted into park and the headlights clicked off, the cab was swallowed in quiet shadow, only the streetlamp catching the edge of his jaw.
He turned toward you, that smirk tugging at the corners of his mouthâthe kind that made your stomach flip. His hand slid from your thigh to the top of your seat, arm stretched across the backrest, his gaze drinking you in from the other side of the bench.
âCâmere,â he said, low and smooth, nodding for you to slide over.
You bit your lip, heart thudding, and obeyed without a wordâscooting across the cracked leather until your thigh brushed his.
His hand dropped from the headrest to cradle the back of your neck, warm and firm. The other left the steering wheel, finding your cheek, fingers spreading across your jaw like he needed to anchor you in place.
And then he kissed you.
Not the sweet, half-thought kisses heâd given you throughout the day. Not careful, not playful. This was deep. Needy. Starving. Like heâd been holding it back for too long and didnât care anymore if it showed.
His mouth slanted over yours again and again, open and hot, tongue sweeping past your lips like it belonged there. The soft sounds he madeâthose low, growling hums that rumbled in his throatâsent heat surging through your core.
Your breath stuttered as his grip on your neck tightened, his other hand trailing slowly down from your face to trace along your body until it was back at your denim clad thighs. He gripped hard, his palm sliding up along the seam of your jeans, squeezing just enough to make you shift in your seat.
When he tugged gently at the base of your hair, just at the nape, a moan slipped from your throat before you could catch it.
You broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, âWho are you and what have you done with my husband?â
He huffed a breath against your skin, already moving to your neck, kissing a line down the column of your throat. His mouth was open, his tongue slow, dragging heat behind every press of his lips, and thenâteeth. A soft bite that made your body jolt.
âWanted to get my hands on you all day,â he muttered between kisses, voice muffled against your skin. âLookinâ so pretty,â
You whimpered, nails curling into the fabric of his shirt as he worked lower, pushing your neckline aside with one hand just to mouth at the new skin he found there.
You were panting now, flushed all over, your thighs pressing together as he kissed, bit, sucked like he was trying to brand you.
âTommy,â you breathed, completely undone, and when he looked back up at youâlips swollen, eyes darkâyou barely recognized the hunger in his face.
âGet your ass inside,â he rasped. âNow.â
You climbed out the passenger door, giddy like a teenager all over again, your skin still tingling from his hands and mouth and voice. As you made your way up the walk, Tommyâs hand came down in a playful smack against your rear, making you squeal and laugh over your shoulder at him.
He didnât smileânot fully. His eyes were too dark, too focused. But the edge of his mouth twitched like he was barely holding himself together.
By the time you reached the door, his chest was already at your back, his arms snaking around you, mouth grazing your ear. âYou drive me crazy, baby⊠you know that?â he murmured, voice low and breath hot.
You fumbled the keys, giggling as he pressed closer. âYouâre the one who couldnât keep your hands to himself.â
âAnd you didnât stop me,â he whispered, nuzzling your jaw. âDidnât want to, did you?â
You didnât answer. You didnât need to.
The door clicked open and the second you were inside, his hands were on you againâspinning you around, backing you up against the wall just inside the entry. His mouth crashed into yours, deeper this time, slower but no less desperate. His hands slid up your sides, over your waist, thumbs hooking into your belt loops to keep you flush against him.
He kissed you like he hadnât touched you in weeks. Like heâd been starving for you.
By the time you pulled apart for air, you were both breathless and a little dizzy.
âUpstairs,â he murmured, voice ragged, his hands slipping down to grab yours, guiding you behind him.
At the top, he didnât even pauseâjust pulled you straight into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind you with one solid thud. And then his hands were back on your hips, his mouth on your throat, and whatever this wasâit wasnât slowing down anytime soon.
Your back hit the bedroom wall with a soft thump, and Tommy barely gave you time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you again, pressing into the curve of your neck, open and hot, his hands splayed across your hips like he couldnât keep his hands still.
You gasped as he nipped at the base of your throat, your hands tangling in his shirt, gripping the fabric tight. He groaned softly against your skin, one hand sliding up under your top, rough fingers skimming over your ribs like he needed to feel all of you.
âTommyââ you breathed, but it came out more like a sigh.
He pulled back just far enough to look at you, his chest rising and falling hard, eyes dark and locked onto yours. âTell me if you want me to stop.â
You shook your head before the words even formed. âDonât.â
That was all he needed.
He tugged your shirt up, slow but sure, breaking contact just long enough to pull it over your head and toss it to the floor. His eyes dropped, sweeping over your bare skin like it physically pained him to look away. One of his hands slid behind you and unclasped your bra in a smooth motion, and let it slide from your shoulders. His hands were reverent, warm and wide as they came up to cup you, thumbs brushing over your nipples, and the groan that left him was raw, almost pained.
âYouâre so damn beautiful,â he said, like a thought spoken out loud.
You reached for the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his stomach and chest. He helped you the rest of the way, yanking it over his head and tossing it behind him. His mouth was back on you before you could get a good look, lips trailing heat down your collarbone, your sternum, the swell of your breast. He kissed your flesh until you were arching into him, fingers tangling in his hair.
His hands moved to the button of your jeans next, and you gasped when he popped it open and dragged the zipper down, his knuckles grazing the skin just below your belly. You toed off your shoes, the soft thud of them hitting the carpet barely registering over the pounding in your ears. His hands slid to your waist, and he dropped to his knees, pulling your jeans down inch by inch, kissing the skin he uncovered like it was a map he already knew by heart.
By the time he got your jeans off, his mouth never left your skin, kissing along your hip bone, his breath hot and shaky. His hands slid up your thighs, slow and worshipfulâuntil they werenât. Until they were gripping.
His fingers dug into your flesh, pulling you closer as he moved up to kiss your stomach, chest, throatâclaiming every inch like it was his and his alone. You were breathless by the time he kissed you again, and when he pushed you back onto the bed, you went willingly, your back sinking into the sheets, arms stretching above your head.
He hovered over you, eyes tracing every inch of your face. And then something flickered there. Something sharp.
âYou let him touch you like this?â he asked, voice low but tight, as his hand moved between your legs, cupping you over your panties. The lace was already damp beneath his fingers, your arousal bleeding through the fabric. He dragged a finger along the center, slow and deliberate, and you felt the heat bloom deeper as the pressure built.
Your breath caught. âTommyââ
âJust tell me,â he murmured, kissing your jaw, then your throat. âDid he touch you like this?â He pressed the heel of his palm in, slow but firm, dragging a moan from your lips even as your brows pulled together.
âStop,â you breathed, trying to push up on your elbows. âIt doesnât matter.â
But he shook his head, his hand sliding your underwear down your thighs, slow and rough all at once. âIt does to me.â
He kissed you againâdeeper this time, almost bruising until his hands guided you to roll over, his touch less gentle now, more insistent. He pulled your hips up until you were on your knees, chest pressed into the bed, your face turned toward the pillows. You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt himâhot and hard, the blunt weight of his cock pressing against you.
You arched back into it instinctively, needing him to forget everything else, to just feel thisâfeel you.
âYouâre mine,â he breathed, pushing into you with one steady thrust that made you gasp, your fingers curling into the comforter. âAlways been mine.â
You moaned, eyes shutting tightly as he moved inside youârougher now, his rhythm firm, controlled, but not cruel. Just desperate. Like he had something to prove.
Every sound that left him was strained, thick with emotionâhis hands spreading across your hips, his thumb trailing up your spine like he needed to feel every piece of you to believe this was real.
The sound of your moans and Tommyâs grunts filled the air, the sheets rubbing against your skin beneath you, it was almost loud enough to drown out the front door opening.
But then you heard his voice.
âTommy?â
Your eyes flew open, breath catching in your throat. That was Joelâs voice coming from downstairs. Your mind scrambled to remember why the hell he was here. And then you remembered Tommyâs request. Some stupid tool box he needed.
Tommy stilled for half a secondâjust long enough for your heart to lurchâbefore he started moving again, slower this time, deeper. Like he was doubling down.
You grunted, biting your lip to swallow the moan that threatened to give you away. Your hand scrambled for the edge of the sheets, something to grip, something to hold you to earth.
Your blood ran hot and cold all at once.
Joelâs voice came againâcloser. âYou home?â
âWeâre up here,â Tommy called back, voice completely steady.
No.
Your entire body tensed under him, your head whipping to the side, eyes locked on the closed bedroom door.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â you hissed, panicked, but he only dropped more of his weight onto you, one hand pressing flat between your shoulder blades, the other tightening around your hip. You were locked in place beneath him, your breath coming fast.
âShh, shh, shh,â Tommy cooed, his voice sweet but mocking as his hips kept moving, slow and steady and deep. âAinât gonna stop now.â
There was a creak on the stairs.
Your heart slammed into your throat.
âTommy,â you hissed again, but it came out half-broken, your voice catching in your chest.
And thenâ
The door swung open.
âJesusââ Joel flinched hard, turning away with a grunt and lifting a hand to cover his eyes. âWhat the hell, man!?â
Tommy didnât stop.
His grip on you tightened, his thrusts slowing just a hairâbut only to lean down, breath hot against your ear as he rasped, âThat what you wanted, huh? Him seeinâ you like this?â
You whimpered, caught between mortification and a heat that made your knees weak.
âTommyâpleaseââ you gasped, struggling half-heartedly beneath him.
But he was gone.
âThink you can just fuck my wife whenever you want?â Tommy growled, looking over at Joel now, chest heaving, voice thick with rage and something elseâsomething darker. âThink you do it better?â
Joel turned slightly, eyes caught somewhere between fury and disbelief. âYouâve lost your goddamn mindââ
âHave I?â Tommy snapped, his voice low and dangerous as he fucked into you harder now, like he was trying to prove something with every movement. ââCause sheâs drippinâ all over my cock right now. You seeinâ this?â
You let out a broken sound, face buried in the mattress. You wanted to crawl out of your skinâand yet the way Tommy was holding you, the filthy things coming out of his mouth, the heat between the three of youâŠ
It was too much.
Joelâs mouth opened like he was about to say something elseâbut he didnât.
He stared.
He stayed.
And your heart nearly exploded as Tommy chuckled low in his throat, thrusting deep and slow again like he wanted Joel to see it.
âThatâs right,â Tommy said, never looking away. âGo on. Watch. See what it looks like when a man takes care of whatâs his.â
âCall this takinâ care?â Joel said, voice low, sharp with something mean and taunting beneath the surface.
Your eyes flicked up, wide, and found hisâand the heat there made your breath catch.
âTell me, little brother,â Joel drawled, âyou ever felt her come all over that dick of yours?â
Tommyâs movements faltered. Just for a second.
You felt itâhis grip loosening slightly on your hips, his breath catching.
Your heart was in your throat, beating so hard it hurt.
Joel stepped forward, slow, measured. His eyes dragged over your bodyânot like it was new to him, but like he knew every inch of it already. Like he could trace it blind, by memory alone.
âDidnât think so,â he murmured.
Then his gaze locked with yours.
âShould we show him, sweetheart?â he asked, and your stomach dropped clean through the mattress. âShow him what heâs been missinâ?â
Your mouth parted, no sound coming out.
Joel tilted his head, eyes twinkling with mischief. âThink my pissy little brother needs some pointers?â
Tommy let out a rough breath behind you, a mix between a growl and a scoff, his hand sliding up your spine possessively.
âSheâs my goddamn wife,â he snapped, but his voice wasnât steady anymore.
Joelâs gaze flickered up, darkening, âThen fuckinâ act like it.â
The silence was deafeningâso thick you could hear your own pulse in your ears.
Tommyâs hands flexed on your hips again. And then he thrustâhard. Deep. A sound ripped out of you that wasnât quiet at all.
And Joelâs expression changed. Softer. Almost smug. Almost⊠proud.
âShe sure makes the prettiest sounds, donât she?â he said, and he approached the bed. Your skin felt like it was on fire as Tommy stilled completely, but he was still hard inside you to your surprise.
âTurn her over,â Joel said steadily.
Tommyâs head snapped toward him. âGet the hell out.â
âYou invited me in here, little brother.â Joelâs tone was exasperatingly calm.Â
You couldnât believe what you were seeing. Both men. In the room with you while you were naked and taking your husbandâs cock.
Your heart pounded against your ribs, wild and uneven, like it was trying to warn you. Or maybe it was just overwhelmed.
You didnât know where to look. Joel, standing there with that infuriating calm like this was just another Tuesday. Tommy, still inside you, bristling with fury, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as he tried to process what was happening.
And youâtrapped in the middle, hips pinned beneath the man you married, body still burning for the one you hadnât stopped thinking about since that first night.
You shouldâve felt humiliated. You did. But your skin still tingled everywhere Joelâs eyes touched.
Tommy was quick to snap at his brother, âAnd now I want you out.â
Joel didnât flinch. âAnd what do you want, sweetheart?â he asked, gaze cutting to you, his head tilted slightly as his eyes took in the flushed features of your face.
You exhaled slowly, your lungs feeling like theyâd deflated. Your mouth was dry, but you licked your lips anyway, then turned your face to look back at Tommy, biting down gently on the inside of your cheek.
Tommyâs face twisted in disbelief. âYouâre kidding.â
âJustâŠâ you breathed, heart pounding in your throat, âletâs just see. It could be fun.â You swallowed. âWe havenât made any rules yet.â
Tommy looked between the two of youâhis jaw tight, his eyes wide, stunned. âJesus Christ,â he muttered, dragging a hand down his face before he finally pulled out of you, breath ragged. âAlright. Turn over.â
You moved quickly, your skin flushed and glowing, body still trembling as you flipped onto your back. The sheets were warm under you, your thighs still slick, still open.
Behind you, you heard the unmistakable rustle of clothesâthe metal clink of a belt, the soft drag of a zipperâand then Joel was there.
The heat of him hit you first. He was so warm, and as he stepped to the side of the bed, the mattress dipped slightly with his weight.
âThis is so fuckinâ weird,â Tommy muttered, shaking his head as he moved to kneel between your legs again.
You sat up a little, cupping his face, dragging your hand down the center of his chest, his stomach. âI love you,â you whispered, searching his eyes. âIf you donât want this, we stop. Say the word.â
Tommy stared down at you for a long second. His lips pressed together, pulled inward like he was thinking too hard. His eyes flicked to Joel, then back to you.
He sighed, jaw clenching. âJust this once. And if it doesnât workââ
âNever again,â you finished softly, nodding.
Only then did you glance up at Joel.
He nodded once, slow and assured, his hand already moving to the bulge in his briefs. Your eyes followedâbroad chest, tan skin, strong forearmsâand you couldnât help yourself. You leaned back, just slightly, hand drifting up to cup him through the fabric. Joel exhaled, low and rough, eyes fluttering shut as your palm rubbed against him.
âShow him,â you said softly.
His eyes opened again, sharper now, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
âNot sure he deserves it after all that attitude,â Joel muttered, voice teasing but laced with heat.
âJoelââ you warned.
âYeah, yeah,â he said, rolling his eyesâbut his voice was dark now, thicker. âBut then itâs my turn.â
You watched him hook his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, pushing them down with one slow motion that revealed all of himâhard, heavy, already flushed. Your breath caught at the sight, heat flooding through you like a second pulse.
He fisted himself gently, watching you, waiting.
Above you, Tommy shifted. You turned to look at him and his mouth was drawn tight, eyes hard with conflict. But he didnât pull away. Instead, he moved closer, settling between your legs again, hands sliding up your thighs.
You stared up at him, unsure if heâd really go through with it. But then he lined himself up, his cock dragging through your folds, and you gasped at the contact.
He sighed low, almost like relief, as he sank into you with one long, slow push. The weight of him settling into your hips, the feeling of him filling you againâit made your head fall back, your mouth falling open.
The tension in the room turned molten.
Tommyâs hands slid to your thighs, gripping tight like he needed something to hold on to. His eyes flicked up to Joel, who was still settled at your side, close enough now that you could feel his presence, warm and electric.
You barely registered Joel moving until you felt his hand close around your wrist. Firm. Certain. He guided your hand to his cockâthick and hot and heavyâand curled your fingers around him like he was placing something sacred into your palm.
Your breath hitched, but you didnât hesitate.
You wrapped your lips around the head, soft and swollen and already leaking, and suckedâslow, reverent, like youâd been dreaming of this since the last time. And you had been.
Joel hissed through his teeth, his hand threading through your hair as you hollowed your cheeks and pulled him deeper. âGood girl,â he muttered. Your entire body clenched at the praise.
Tommy groaned above you, building up his thrusts, erratic and messy as you pulsed around him.
âSlow down,â Joel said, calm, instructive. âLong, even strokes. Deep.â
Tommy cursed under his breath but obeyed, grinding into you with a slower, heavier rhythm that made your whole body arch forward, your mouth taking Joel deeper.
âGood,â Joel murmured. âNow thumb her clit.â
You whimpered around his cock, the sound thick and broken. Tommyâs thumb slid over your swollen clit in soft, careful circles, and your whole body clenched around him.
âSheâs grippinâ the hell outta me,â Tommy breathed. âFuck.â
Joelâs voice was right above you now, rough but steady. âSpit on it.â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me. Spit on her clit. She likes it messier.â
You moaned, mouth full of Joel, your thighs twitching.
Tommy grunted again, but when you felt the warm wet hit of spit on your skin, you moaned loudly, hips bucking. His thumb slid through the slickness building there, the glide smoother, filthier, perfect.
âThatâs it,â Joel growled. âKeep her right there. Thumb her just like that. Donât stop. Her throat is squeezinâ me so good when you do that.â
You couldnât breathe. Your body was clenching up, something coiling in your spine and hips as he kept up the pace. Joelâs cock dragged across your tongue, thick and pulsing, while Tommy thrust into youâslower now, more precise, but still not quite enough.
You loved Tommyâs rhythmâthe care in it, the way he was doing everything to get you there, the way he wanted to get you there. But your orgasm wasnât building the same way. It was harder to catch, harder to ride. Joelâs cock had a weight, a stretch that reached something deeper in youâsomething that made your body respond instantly. With Tommy, it took more. He was only slightly smaller, narrower, not lacking, just⊠different.
Still good. Still yours. But different.
âSheâs close,â Joel said, voice ragged now, eyes locked on your face. âI can feel it.â
Tommy groaned, cock twitching inside you as you clenched down hard. âJesus, sheâsâfuck, sheâs so tight.â
âYou wanna come for Tommy, sweet girl?â Joel asked, still beside you on bed, one hand fisted in your hair where it spilled across the bedspread, thumb brushing softly over your cheek.
Your eyes fluttered open to meet hisâand in the same breath, Joel guided his cock back between your lips, sliding into your mouth with a slow, deliberate push that made your throat stretch and burn in the best way.
You gagged softly, the movement rippling through your body. Tommy moaned at the sudden convulsion of your walls around him, his one hand gripping your hip so hard it would leave bruises. The other kept circling your clit with his thumb, your eyes warring between rolling back and trying to focus on Joel.Â
âFuckâshe justâgoddamn,â Tommy breathed, his hips faltering for half a second before finding that rhythm again. Deep, slow strokes that had your whole body arching beneath him.
Joel pulled back with a wet pop, a string of spit and precum connecting your lips to the flushed tip of his cock. You were gasping for breath, whimpering and moaning as he leaned down close, hovering just over your face, thumb wiping at your mouth like it was his.
You were hovering now, your spine tingling with the build up. So close. But not there yet. Your body wanted more.
And Joel knew.
Of course he knew.
âTommyâs got you so full, huh?â Joel murmured, voice like gravel soaked in honey in your ear, low enough that only you could hear. âStill not enough to make you come, greedy girl?â
His breath brushed the shell of your ear, and your whole body twitched.
You couldnât answerânot with words. But your eyes found his, wide and pleading, glassy with need. You looked up at him from where your head rested on the sheets, Joel crouched beside you now, shadowing over your face like he could read everything you couldnât say aloud.
And he could. He always could.
Your chest rose with a broken breath as your mouth partedâno sound, just air. One of his hands stayed tangled in your hair, grounding you. The other drifted down, palm dragging with reverence over your chest, and when it reached your breast, his touch went still.
He watched you as if testing the waters. The second your back arched into his palm, just a little, the faintest tremble of pleading⊠he smirked.
âThere she is,â he murmured, his thumb brushing your nipple slowly and deliberately before twisting and palming, kneading your flesh. Your thighs jerked and your eyes fluttered closed, breath stalling in your throat.
Joel leaned in, voice like silk soaked in heat.
âGonna have to beg him for it,â he murmured, this time loud enough for his brother to hear, dragging his thumb over you again as your back arched once more. âGo on. Show him how sweet you sound when youâre right at the edge.â
He kissed your temple, lips warm and just barely there before sitting up again.
âShow him what you gave me.â
Your breath was a broken thing, chest heaving, your legs locked around Tommyâs waist as his cock filled you over and over again, his thumb grinding against your clit with every thrust. You could barely speakâbut you tried.
âPlease,â you whispered, blinking up at Tommy. âPlease donât stop.â
His eyes were wide, blown out, sweat dripping from his brow, âFuck,â he muttered. âSay it again.â
âPlease, Tommy,â you gasped, fingers gripping his arms. âPlease let me comeâneed itâneed it so bad.â
Joelâs hand moved from your hair to stroke slowly over his cock at the edge of the bed, gaze flicking between your face and Tommyâs. âThere it is,â he murmured. âYou hear that? Thatâs yours, little brother. Make her fuckinâ come on your cock.â
Tommyâs rhythm picked up, driving into you with slow, hard strokes that hit deep, his thumb never stopping the delicious circles over your clit just like Joel had told him.
Your head fell back. Your thighs shook. Your whole body started to come apart.
As your jaw fell open, Joel took your mouth againâhis cock thick and slick as it pressed past your lips, filling your mouth with one steady thrust. You welcomed it greedily, your moan muffled and broken, your tongue flattening beneath the weight of him.
Your back arched off the bed, body seizing with pleasure as your orgasm hit like a tidal waveâwhite-hot, all-consuming. Joelâs hand was back in your hair, holding you down, guiding your mouth as your throat fluttered around him, his cock pressing deeper with every pulse. The other squeezed and twisted your breast as you rode your high.
Tommy groaned loudly above you, his voice rough, desperate, like heâd just been torn open.
âHoly fucking shit,â he gasped, and his hips jerked once, twiceâthen stilled.
You felt it. The heat of him spilling into you, thick and heavy, your cunt already so wet and wrecked it only made you twitch harder around him. His breath stuttered out in harsh bursts, body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside you.
âThatâs it,â Joel growled. âThatâs a good girl, baby.â
He fucked your mouth with slow, controlled strokesâgentle now, reverentâbefore finally pulling out, letting you fall back against the bed with a gasp, your chest heaving as your climax still rippled through your body.
Your vision blurred at the edges, nerves lit up like static. You barely felt Tommy at firstâhis hands adjusting on your hips, his breathing shaky.
Then, after a long, weighted pause, Tommy slowly eased back, slipping out of you with a wet drag that made your entire body jolt. You gasped softly at the loss, walls still fluttering from your orgasm, sensitive and aching.
The room went quiet again, thick and buzzing under the surface. You could hear Tommyâs breathing above you, could feel the shift in his body as he sat back on his heels, one hand sliding down your thigh as if to steady himself. He moved slowly to sit against the headboard, breathing heavily.
Your pulse thrummed at your neck, loud in your ears. You turned your head toward him, your skin flushed, lips swollen, heart racing. Tommyâs eyes found yoursâdark, uncertain, something different behind them. Not anger or sadness, but something new and raw.
âTommy,â you whispered, voice low, hoarse. You swallowed. âCan heâŠ?â
You hesitated, heat prickling across your cheeks. You werenât even sure what words you were looking for. You just knew what you needed.
âCan Joel⊠please?â
Tommyâs eyes scanned your face, then dropped to where your thighs were still parted, to the slick between them, to the tremble in your breath. He took a slow inhale, like he was weighing the cost of the question. Then he nodded. âGo on then. Show me whatâs worth all this trouble.â You could swear there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth, a faint crinkle at the edge of his eyes. Not quite a smile. Maybe a dare.
Joel was already moving.
His hands found your bodyâconfident, warm, rough as everâas he pulled you up onto your knees and flushed your back against his chest. His arms wrapped around you easily, like they belonged there. Like he knew this body like the back of his hand.
You inhaled sharply at the feel of him behind youâsolid muscle, the heavy press of his cock nudging against your lower back. He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear. His voice was low, rich, and dripping with something that made your skin tighten.
âHope youâre payinâ attention, little brother,â Joel murmured, his grip tightening on your waist. âGonna show you just how sweet she sounds when she gets what she needs.â
You watched Tommyâs jaw clench, and you muttered a short warning to Joel, âStop,âÂ
Joel ignored you and his hand slipped down between your legs, fingers gliding through the mess Tommy left behind, gathering it in his fingers and spreading it through your puffy center, making your thighs shake.
âJesus,â he muttered, almost to himself. âStill so wet.â
He let his fingers trail back up to your hip, palm splaying across your stomach as he held you thereâagainst him, for him, like he was staking his claim right in front of Tommy.
Then he shifted. You felt the blunt head of his cock press against your entrance, thick and already slick from your mouth. Your breath caught.
âHold on to me,â Joel murmured. His other hand slid up, cupping one of your breasts, his mouth brushing just behind your ear as your arms held tightly to his splayed over your torso.
And then he pushed inâslow, deep, deliberate.
Your body seized the moment he started to push in. The stretch was immediateâthicker, deeper, unforgiving. Your legs trembled, a broken moan slipping from your throat before you could stop it. It felt like your body forgot how to breathe, how to thinkâevery nerve lit up as he filled you, inch by inch, until you couldnât tell where you ended and he began.
Pressure bloomed deep in your core, sharp and aching, and still he kept going, his cock dragging against every hypersensitive spot until your thighs were shaking, your nails biting into his arm.
You gaspedâ"Joel!" sharp and highâand your head fell back against his shoulder like you couldnât hold it up anymore. Your mouth parted, but no words came out. Just sound. Just a helpless, wrecked whimper that made Joel groan behind you.
Joel gritted his teeth, voice strained through a groan. âFuck. Always so tight for me, baby. Takinâ me so good. Feels like he barely even touched you."
âFuck off,â Tommy snapped from somewhere below you, voice rough, and you didnât need to look to know he was watchingâhis breath hitched, uneven.
Joel noticed, too.
âMy little brotherâs gettinâ all worked up again,â he rasped, his cock sliding deeper, arms tightening around you. âLook at him, baby. Watchinâ you take my cock like this.â
You lifted your head just enough to find Tommyâs faceâjaw locked, hand slowly fisting his already hardening cock as he sat back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling in shallow bursts.
Joelâs hand slid back between your legs, fingers circling your clit with unrelenting precision as he fucked you slow and deep.
âTalk to her, Tommy,â Joel said roughly.
Tommy shook his head, jaw clenched. âIâI donâtââ
âCâmon,â Joel grunted, thrusting into you harder, making you cry out. âYou donât want me talkinâ all this shit? Huh? Even if it makes her this wetââ his fingers slid lower, gathering slick, ââthinkinâ of us fightinâ over this sweet, perfect pussy?â
He fucked up into you hard as he growled, and it made you gasp in pleasure.
âThen talk, dammit.â
Tommyâs breath stuttered. You looked at himâdesperate and open, mouth parted. You watched his throat bob as he tried to swallow whatever pride or hesitation was left.
Then, finally, his voice came low, rough, uncertain.
âYou like this, baby?â he rasped, the words strange in his mouth but soaked in truth as he leaned forward, looking up at you. âLike me watchinâ while he fucks you?â
You moaned, the sound unholy and obscene as your body twitched. You tried to nod while Joelâs cock dragged deep again, slow and relentless, the stretch still too much, still perfect.Â
âOh, she fuckinâ loves it,â Joel growled in your ear. His palm slid up your chest, fingers curling over the other breast as he kept your back flush to him. âThat look on her face? All fucked-out and needy.â
Tommy let out a shuddering breath. His eyes never left yours.
âLook at you,â he said, a little bolder now. âYouâre so pretty like this. Letting us ruin you.â
Your breath hitched. Your thighs were shaking again, a whimper escaping as Joelâs fingers found your clit once more, slick and swollen. He rubbed you just rightâtight, insistent circles that made your eyes roll back.
âFuck, thatâs it,â Joel grunted. âYou close again, baby? I can feel it. Youâre squeezinâ me so tight.â
Tommy leaned forward, looking up at you as he reached for your trembling legs, rubbing your skin and kneading it in his hands as his cock twitched in his hand, âThatâs it, sweetheart. Come for us. Show us how much you love beinâ ours.â
That did it.
Your body clenched hard, a cry ripping from your throat as the orgasm slammed into youâfierce, fast, and overwhelming. You trembled violently, hips jerking, mouth open but wordless as you came again, harder this time, unraveling between them.
You were still shaking when your body started to shiftâJoel's cock still buried deep, grinding against your overstimulated walls with every slow, hungry thrust. You reached forward, chest dropping toward the bed, bracing yourself on your hands as you whimpered through the aftershocks.
But you werenât done. Not even close.
âTommy,â you gasped, voice hoarse and half-broken. âLet meâplease, let me touch you. Wanna make you come again.â
You reached for him blindly, your hand finding his thigh as he knelt close, cock hard again in his grip.
He looked stunned, blinking at you like he couldnât believe it. âJesus, baby,â he muttered, and he looked up at Joel, âHow the hell are you still goinâ after that? The way she gripped me when--â
Joel gave a low, breathless laugh behind you, his thrusts never faltering. âNot my first time, remember?â
He leaned forward over your back, his voice rough and possessive in your ear.
âShe gets like this,â Joel said, fucking into you harder now, making your arms tremble. âOnce you open her up, she just needs. Canât help herself, can you, baby?â
You moaned, loud and desperate, your hand finally wrapping around Tommyâs cock again, bringing it into your mouth.
Your husband groaned, hips twitching toward your touch. âFuckinâ insatiable,â he breathed. âYouâre gonna kill me, sweetheart.â
Joel grinned, lips brushing your shoulder before pulling back to straighten, gripping your hips. âSheâs gonna milk us dry.â
You moaned at the filthy words, too far gone to be embarrassed, too full to care. You rocked between them, wrecked and desperateâJoelâs cock dragging deep inside you with each powerful thrust, your mouth stretched wide around Tommyâs length, tongue flattened along the underside.
Every time Joel thrusted forward, it shoved you farther onto Tommyâs cock. Your throat clenched, gagging slightly, and both men groanedâlow and guttural at the dual sensation of your body constricting around them.
Your eyes watered, spit pooling at the corners of your lips as you tried to breathe around it, the slick sounds obscene in the best way.
Tommyâs hand came to your cheek, his thumb stroking gently along your jaw as he looked down at you. His face was tight with restraint, flushed and glassy-eyed, jaw twitching, âLook so pretty with a cock in her mouth, doesnât she?â
Joel grunted behind you, slamming deep, making your body jolt forward. âSure does,â he growled. âTakinâ us both so good, baby. Just like that.â
You whimpered, the only sound you could manage, body fluttering with overstimulation, throat spasming around Tommyâs cock as he hissed through his teeth.
Joelâs grip tightened, his thrusts getting faster, more desperate, and you could feel the wave starting to build againârelentless, all-consuming. You didnât know how much more your body could take.
âCome on, baby,â Tommy groaned. âFuckâyour mouth feels so good, sweetheart. Just like that. Donât stop.â
Joel leaned in, his voice thick with heat. âYou gonna come again with your mouth full, baby? Think you can come for both of us this time?â
Your whole body respondedâtightening instinctively, like those words alone triggered something deep inside. Joelâs hand slid beneath you, and you flinched with a soft gasp as his fingers found your clit againâsoaked, swollen, aching from how close you already were.
It was too much. Too good. You couldnât take it, and yet your body begged for more.
The touch was too light at firstâthen perfect. Circling. Pressing. Your spine arched, your thighs trembled, and your moan vibrated around Tommyâs cock, still heavy and hot on your tongue.
You could barely register where one of them ended and the other beganâjust pressure and stretch and friction and heat. Joelâs thrusts stayed deep and punishing, perfectly timed with the slow drag of his fingers.
Suddenly your whole body locked, muscles spasming as another orgasm tore through youâsharp and blinding, your vision whiting out as you clenched hard around Joelâs cock, milking him through every brutal thrust.
You moaned around Tommyâs length, the sound desperate and guttural, and that was all it took for either of them.
Joel cursed behind youâlow, rough, wrecked. He thrust once, twice more, then buried himself as deep as he could go, spilling inside you with a broken growl. His hands were shaking where they gripped your hips, holding you there like he couldnât let go.
The hot pulse of him filled you completely, thick and heavy, and the sensation only dragged your orgasm out longer, your legs trembling violently beneath you.
Tommy let out a choked moan above you, his hips stuttering as your throat fluttered around him. His hand cupped your cheek, and with one more shaky breath, he cameâspilling into your mouth with a soft, desperate, âFuck, baby.â
You took it all, swallowing around him as gently as you could, the muscles of your throat still spasming from Joelâs final, deep thrusts.
Thenâfinallyâeverything slowed.
Tommy pulled back with a groan, slumping onto the bed beside you with a heavy exhale, one arm flung over his face as he tried to catch his breath. Joel eased out of you from behind, and you whimpered at the emptiness, already missing the stretch of him, the weight. Your body felt boneless, dazed and trembling, as you rolled to your side and melted into the mattress beside Tommy.
Joel didnât stay far. Within seconds, he collapsed on your other side with a low, satisfied grunt, still half-wrapped in heat and sweat. His arm slid beneath your head, pulling you gently against his chest until you were tucked in close, skin to skin, your cheek resting just below his collarbone.
You were fully tangled between them nowâJoelâs leg brushing yours, Tommyâs chest warm against your back, his hand finding your thigh and resting there like a grounding weight.
The heat of three bodies lingered in the airâsticky and quiet and strangely comforting.
Tommyâs hand found your stomach and gave it a slow rub, and when you looked over at himâhe was watching you, not angry, not brooding. Just⊠tired. And stunned.
You let out a laugh. A small, breathless one, but real.
Then another.
Your face tucked against Joelâs arm, shoulders shaking with laughter, and Joel chuckled tooâlow and lazy, like he couldnât even muster the energy to be smug, âTroublemaker.â
Tommy let out a breathless huff, still holding you tight, and nuzzled into the curve of your neck. âIâm not sure I survived that,â he murmured, and then he started laughing tooâopen, surprised, stunned, âFeel like I blacked out halfway through,â
You turned your head toward him, smiling wide, and kissed the side of his mouth. âYou were perfect.â
The three of you fell into an easy silence, wrapped up in sweat and warmth and the quiet hum of something unspokenâsomething new.
âShit,â Joel muttered, his chest shaking from a chuckle, âThink weâre gonna need a bigger bed.â
And for the first time in a long time, the three of you were laughing together.
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I want to put him in a glass jar with some sticks and a leaf and then shake it violently
i can fix him
#coryo snow#dissecting him and putting him under the microscope#injecting him with strange glowing liquid#unethically. of course
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