“I want to. I–I like you both. A lot.” He tried to duck his head, but Julien caught his chin and tilted it up.
“We like you too, a lot,” Julien said, then leaned in and kissed him. It was soft and lovely, like sinking into a warm bath after a long day.
“Getting started without me?” Karim asked as he came in. A weight dropped down on the bed on Luis’s other side. Julien pulled back just as Karim turned his head to kiss him.
Karim’s was rougher, stealing the air from his lungs.
“So,” Karim said when he let Luis go, “how about breaking the new apartment in?”
Julien hummed thoughtfully. “Perhaps a little, before we have to go,” Julien said.
Karim immediately pushed Luis back on the bed, crawling over his prone form to kiss him again. Luis had no argument against this, grabbing Karim by the back of his neck, hand sliding into his hair.
On a whim he grabbed a fistful just to give it a small tug, and was rewarded by Karim growling into his mouth, nipping at his lip.
The heat came quick. It was three nights of being wound up and left to simmer. They kissed like desperate teenagers, pushing against each other like they were racing the clock before parents came home and busted them.
Except this was better, because it was Julien watching, Julien controlling just how far this went. The anticipation of that chain being yanked did something to Luis.
Karim licked hungrily into his mouth, and Luis groaned. Their hips found a messy rhythm, pushing against each other through layers of fabric.
Then a hand was slipping in under Luis’s, grabbing Karim’s hair and pulling him back. In a quick, smooth motion,Julien had Karim on his side, and then was moving Luis, rolling him onto his side and back into Karim.
And Julien was kissing him.
He felt Karim’s cock against his ass, the heat of Julien along his front. Karim’s arms came around him and he was surrounded, caught between them. Karim kissed Luis’s neck, as Julien took him apart with those sweet, soft kisses.
It folded over him like a drug, softening the arousal into a slow-moving lava flow. Still dangerous, but slow and sticky. Karim groaned against his throat, hips pushing needily against his ass, and Luis felt it down his spine.
It was addicting. He never wanted it to end.
Eventually the kisses did slow, and Julien pulled back. A hand raked Luis’s hair back from his face. “Time for bed?”
It probably was. Dawn was coming soon and they’d need to get home.
But they’d be leaving Luis here. He’d be sleeping in his own bed, alone, for the first time in days.
He met Julien’s eyes. His hand found Julien’s and wove their fingers together. Luis wanted to ask them not to go, to stay with him.
But he wasn’t that brave yet.
Behind him, Karim grumbled as he let Luis go and sat up. Luis didn’t reach a hand back for him, but he ached to.
“I know,” Julien said, as if he could pluck that thought out of the air. “I know. But we’re taking it slow. Sleep now, and tomorrow if there’s something you still want, you can tell us.” He leaned in for one last sweet kiss. “Now let’s get you tucked in.”
Between the two of them, they got Luis into bed and both of them dropped a kiss to his forehead.
“I’ll turn off the lights and lock up on our way out,” Julien said.
“Take the spare key,” Luis said.
Karim smiled at him, pulling the set from his pocket. “Already added it to our key ring.”
It was presumptuous, and Luis smiled sleepily up at him. “Okay, good.”
Then they were bidding him goodnight and leaving.
Leaving Luis alone, when all he really wanted was to be tucked between them, safe and warm and loved.
