Then the footsteps came on the stairs.
Dmitri walked into the kitchen in boxer briefs with his hair loose from sleep and tattoos covering his chest and arms in dense geometric patterns I'd looked at a hundred times without really seeing. He stopped and took in Troy on the table, me behind him, and the obvious shape of what was happening.
“Oh,” he said. Then he grinned. “Do not stop on my account.”
He moved to the coffee pot, poured a cup, and drank. Then he sat down at the table close enough to watch with one hand dropping to the bulge in his boxers, touching himself slow and deliberate with his eyes fixed on Troy's ass like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You two are very pretty together,” Dmitri said. “Is nice view.”
Troy looked back at me and smirked. Then his eyes moved to Dmitri. “You want to play?”
Dmitri's grin widened. “Da. If you are offering.”
Troy looked back at me. “What do you say?”
The feeling that should have been jealousy arrived instead as heat and want, and I heard myself say, “Yeah. Come here, Dmitri.”
Dmitri set his coffee down and stripped the boxer briefs without ceremony. He was already fully hard, thick and flushed and unashamed about all of it, and he came around the table to stand beside me.
I looked at him properly for the first time. The tattoos up close. The breadth of his shoulders. The particular quality of his attention, which was direct and easy and entirely without pretense.
Then I grabbed his jaw and kissed him.
He made a surprised sound against my mouth that turned immediately into approval, one hand coming up to grip my shoulder, kissing back with a directness that matched everything else about him. He tasted like coffee and smoke and something sharp underneath, entirely foreign from Troy, and the difference was striking and good and made heat pool at the base of my spine.
Troy made a sound from the table. “Fucking hell.”
I pulled back from Dmitri's mouth. His eyes were dark and his expression had shed the easy grin for intent.
“Go,” I said.
He climbed onto the table and positioned himself in front of Troy, and Troy reached for him immediately with one hand wrapping around his cock, stroking once from root to tip while Dmitri's jaw went tight.
“Blyat.” His hand went into Troy's hair. “Troy. Easy.”
“No.” Troy licked the head of him in a slow deliberate swipe with his eyes up and watching Dmitri's face. Then he looked back at me. “Declan. Now.”
I hooked the lace down over his ass and let it catch at his thighs. I spit into my palm, slicked two fingers, and pressed inside without preamble.
Troy gasped. His mouth opened around Dmitri's cock, taking him halfway down, and I worked a third finger in and watched his spine arch and felt him clench and loosen in alternating waves.
Dmitri had both hands in Troy's hair without forcing the pace, just holding and watching Troy work him with a focused intensity that made his chest rise and fall faster. His eyes moved up and found mine and something passed between us that was direct and uncomplicated.
I pulled my fingers out and freed my cock. I spit into my palm and lined up.
I pushed inside in one smooth thrust.
The sound Troy made around Dmitri's cock was muffled and long and his whole body shuddered with the fullness of it. I felt him everywhere with that grip, that heat, that specific tight welcome that had rewired something fundamental in my brain the first time and hadn't stopped since.
I held for two full seconds just feeling it.
Then I started to move.
I set a rhythm that built fast with my hands gripping his hips hard, watching the way his body rocked forward onto Dmitri with each thrust, watching Dmitri's face do things it couldn't control. Troy was taking both of us simultaneously with an ease that was deeply obscene and deeply beautiful and the sounds filling my kitchen were nothing like anything that had ever happened in this house before.
Dmitri looked down at Troy. Then up at me. He reached across Troy's back and grabbed my shoulder, pulling slightly, and I understood the ask. I leaned forward over Troy's body with one hand braced on the table, and Dmitri met me halfway.
We kissed again while both of us used Troy between us.
