Duo squealed was the sheet was pulled back, laughing wildly. Dom. His husband, smirking down at them and home from work early, somehow. Duo found he didn’t care too much about the details. He beamed up at him, gaze sweeping appreciatively over the sharp lines of his body, the deep blue of his eyes. There was no surprise to his appearance. Not really. Duo hadn’t expected him, but he had felt him. Had sensed him in that tenuous way he sensed all of them, the steady beats of their hearts in the darkness. When they lay in bed, together or separate or paired off, tender and fierce in their lovemaking.
“What do you think, Casanova?” Duo teased, eyes hooded and sparkling as he looked up at Eli, brushing a hand through his hair even as his thumb rolled his nipple, nail grazing over the nub. His toes teased against the back of his thigh, tongue brushing out at his lower lip. “Does he get to join? Or do we want to make him watch?”
It was the same to Duo. There was joy in having Eli alone, and joy in having him with his husband. What mattered to Duo was they were there, that they had come. It was all irrelevant after that.
Eli laughed as well, jerking away from Duo and twisting at the waist to give Dom a playful shove. “Nymph,” he sniffed in mock reproach, raking tousled curls off his forehead. “You knew, didn’t you? And you couldn’t resist.” Arching into Duo’s nail, Eli looked between the two, pretending to consider. It was tempting to pull their lover into bed with them, but he knew Dom would like what he had in mind just as much, if not more. “You watch,” he smirked at Dom, jerking him down for a hard kiss, hand clasping the nape of his neck. “At least for now.” The words were purred, Eli’s tongue tracing Dom’s top lip, then the bottom. “And if you behave, maybe I’ll invite you to join. Go sit in the chair. Take your shirt off.”
It was a delicious request. Delicious and irresistible, because when Eli made demands, Dom sprang to obey. In his mind, there was no other option–none that he wanted, anyway. In his life, he’d been with many dominant men and enjoyed them all, but Eli was singular. There was no one quite like him. Eli was warm and romantic, a gentleman poet, and his commands were velveteen, edged with silk and lace. It was one of the things that had drawn both he and Duo to him, and Dom found he couldn’t say no to Eli any more than he could to his husband.
Dom spread his hands, easing back into the corner armchair with a none-too-sorry smirk. “There was a water main break. I could not stay there. What would you have had me do? Beg for affection on the street?” He scoffed, lazy fingers moving down his shirt, slipping from button to button with ease. The shirt hung open once he was finished, revealing pale skin and subtly toned muscle. “I do not think so. You know I have more pride than that.” Dom winked at Duo and leaned forward, bracing his forearms on his thighs. “Are you okay with this, kis macska? Perhaps I could steal a kiss before I let you get back to each other.”
Eli’s command sent wildfire through his veins. He bit his lip and watched his husband and lover kiss eagerly, whining softly as he reached for Dom, fingers running through his hair. They were beautiful. Perfect together in ways Duo had never dreamed possible. He swallowed, propping himself up on his elbows with impossible heat pooled in his belly. Watch. Dom was to watch. It was perfect—was something they all enjoyed, the audience spurning Duo and Eli on to higher planes of pleasure. It made Eli bossier, made Duo more of a spitfire, but in the end it meant the same thing: orgasms that left them quaking, whole bodies weak and spent, pliable to whatever Dom might want.
“Of course not, leannan. I don’t want you to beg for anything—not from anyone else,” he grinned. Watched with hooded eyes as his husband stripped, all that gorgeous skin laid bare. It was his. His skin, and Duo reveled in it, felt a swell of pride as he watched. All of his lovers were gorgeous, were perfect. They belonged to him, but Dom. Dom was bound to him in so many ways it didn’t bear counting anymore. He smiled as Dom leaned in, raising up further, eagerly reaching for him.
“I have all the kisses you need.” He was ready to prove it, dragging him in and kissing him fiercely, hard and hungry on the mouth as he pressed up against Eli. One hand was in Eli’s hair, the other curling in to Dom’s, his body taut and bucking as his tongue brushed over Dom’s, teeth grazing his lower lip. And then he pulled away, slowly settling beneath Eli once more, smirking up at him with hooded eyes.
“Ready for the show, lover?” Duo purred, nails running down his back. “Dom’s waiting.”
“You have me,” Duo affirmed, low and husky, kissing Eli back without reservation, his eyes fluttering shut. Desire seared through him as Eli’s hips tipped in to his, and he moaned. Tossed his head back as he rolled smooth and steady against him. It was—perfect. He was lost in it, the same way he always was. Eli lit him up from inside out, left him quaking with pleasure, each touch on to the other until Duo was so overwhelmed he could hardly breathe.
“You can have me any way you want me.” It was slow, now. Unfrenzied, without hurry. What did they have to be hurried about? They lived together. Saw each other every single night, could fall in to bed together whenever they wanted. It was intoxicating. Duo couldn’t think of anything he’d ever wanted more—of any one he’d ever wanted more, lips brushing out at his jaw. His teeth grazed his skin, hands sweeping up the broad expanse of Eli’s back as he bucked in to him, his own hard cock grinding against Eli’s thigh.
It was perfect timing. They were alone, left to their own devices, their scent filling Duo’s room as they moved together, skin on skin and the heady scent of arousal. Together they were beings of infinite, carnal pleasure, the soul and the body intrinsically entwined. Left just as together as the rest of them as Duo thumbed a nipple, gazing at Eli through the thick fringe of his lashes. “You just have to tell me how.”
The house was quiet, but not empty. Dom knew because Eli and Duo’s energies had been calling to him all morning, and now they had led him home. Dom took his coat off in the hall, hanging it up with a smile. It was a lucky thing he’d arrived to work only to find out that a water main break had shut down part of the street his shop was on. A very lucky thing, indeed. He couldn’t open again until the city got it fixed, but it was no skin off his nose to lose the day’s business, no chore at all to turn around and make his way home, especially now that he was here and could smell the promise of morning sex in the air. It was thick and heady, and it was golden: all sunshine and sandalwood, honey and musk. Coffee and maple syrup joined in the fray, remnants from a hectic breakfast lingering around the kitchen as he passed it on his way to the stairs. Dom had made the meal, sprinkling fresh blueberries into the pancakes this time around.
Dom slowly made his way up the stairs, hand sliding along the banister as he listened to the murmurs coming out of their shared bedroom. Maybe they’d want to be alone, and if they did, they could tell him to go. He wouldn’t be offended. But he would be remiss if he didn’t at least try to paint himself into this pretty picture. “Do I get a say in this?” Dom smirked, pulling the sheets off of Eli’s curls. “How you take him? Because if I cannot join, I at least want to watch.”
Duo squealed was the sheet was pulled back, laughing wildly. Dom. His husband, smirking down at them and home from work early, somehow. Duo found he didn’t care too much about the details. He beamed up at him, gaze sweeping appreciatively over the sharp lines of his body, the deep blue of his eyes. There was no surprise to his appearance. Not really. Duo hadn’t expected him, but he had felt him. Had sensed him in that tenuous way he sensed all of them, the steady beats of their hearts in the darkness. When they lay in bed, together or separate or paired off, tender and fierce in their lovemaking.
“What do you think, Casanova?” Duo teased, eyes hooded and sparkling as he looked up at Eli, brushing a hand through his hair even as his thumb rolled his nipple, nail grazing over the nub. His toes teased against the back of his thigh, tongue brushing out at his lower lip. “Does he get to join? Or do we want to make him watch?”
It was the same to Duo. There was joy in having Eli alone, and joy in having him with his husband. What mattered to Duo was they were there, that they had come. It was all irrelevant after that.
—The Louvre, Lorde
“There’s no reason to be lonely, Casanova.” It was purred, Duo melting back against the bed as Eli’s lips moved over his neck. It was intoxicating. Everything with Eli was, Duo lost in the haze of love and lust and completeness that came from being in bed with one of his lovers. He shuddered, whimpering softly as he ran his hands down Eli’s back, pressing himself firmly up against him, the leg around his hip tightening.
“Not here. You’ve got all of us. We’re happy to keep you company.” Duo dimpled as he tugged Eli’s hair, drawing him from his neck and guiding his face up, kissing him slow and lazy, tongue brushing out at his as a tease. Here, time was infinite. It was honey slow, morning sun leaving his body warm and loose as he rolled his hips up against his lover. “I’m happy to keep you company. Happy to do whatever you need. Whenever you need.” He tugged Eli’s lower lip with a teasing bite, purring softly.
“I’m so glad you’re here. That you’re with us. I miss the hotels sometimes, too, but,” Duo shook his head, “having you here is a dream come true. I never thought I’d get to spend my life with you like this. That you’d—really join me and Dom.” It was something a Duo has dreamed about for years. Having Eli with them, officially. Forever. And now—. He had Eli and Kai and Trowa, and they were all important. But Eli—Eli was his second love, after Dom, and Duo’d only ever bared to dream he’d stay with him. Live with them permanently.
“It’s more than enough.”
It was just as amazing to Eli as it was to Duo that he was here–that they were here together after so many years of angst, pain, and uncertainty. When Eli had first met Duo and Dom, sparks had flown, but he hadn’t expected more than a one night stand to come out of it. And yet, one night had turned into two, then two into three, and Eli’d promised to reach out the next time he was in town.
Inevitably, feelings bloomed where seeds were sown, and it didn’t matter that they never intended for it to happen, or that Dom hadn’t seen it coming, because the universe didn’t care one whit about their plans. It was comforting to think that the only predictable thing in life was the universe’s unpredictability, or at least to Eli it was. To him, there was something uncommonly and richly poetic about it.
And here he was now, in bed with his dearest lover, the one who had started it all. Eli loved all four men in different ways, but he couldn’t deny that, at the end of the day, he felt closest in body, heart, and soul to Duo. He felt known by Duo, where the others were still learning. Duo saw him clearer than anyone. He had seen his dark side and loved him anyway–loved him in spite of it, in fact–and Eli’s world had been forever changed in the unconditional light of that love.
“Right now, I just want you,” he murmured, groaning at the lazy attentions of his lover. He felt his hands glide down his back and arched into them, traced his top lip with the tip of his tongue, moved over him with his cock growing hard against Duo’s thigh. “I’m happy too though. I still can’t believe it sometimes. I just…never thought I’d be this happy. Never thought I’d be loved this much.” He shuddered, resting their foreheads together, then caught his mouth in a kiss, hot, hungry, and slow, hands cradling his hips and lifting them into his own as they slid around to cup his ass.
“You have me,” Duo affirmed, low and husky, kissing Eli back without reservation, his eyes fluttering shut. Desire seared through him as Eli’s hips tipped in to his, and he moaned. Tossed his head back as he rolled smooth and steady against him. It was—perfect. He was lost in it, the same way he always was. Eli lit him up from inside out, left him quaking with pleasure, each touch on to the other until Duo was so overwhelmed he could hardly breathe.
“You can have me any way you want me.” It was slow, now. Unfrenzied, without hurry. What did they have to be hurried about? They lived together. Saw each other every single night, could fall in to bed together whenever they wanted. It was intoxicating. Duo couldn’t think of anything he’d ever wanted more—of any one he’d ever wanted more, lips brushing out at his jaw. His teeth grazed his skin, hands sweeping up the broad expanse of Eli’s back as he bucked in to him, his own hard cock grinding against Eli’s thigh.
It was perfect timing. They were alone, left to their own devices, their scent filling Duo’s room as they moved together, skin on skin and the heady scent of arousal. Together they were beings of infinite, carnal pleasure, the soul and the body intrinsically entwined. Left just as together as the rest of them as Duo thumbed a nipple, gazing at Eli through the thick fringe of his lashes. “You just have to tell me how.”
“And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms that push back the shadows so that you can rest— vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.”— Pablo Neruda, Sonnet xxxiv
(via niimph)
the 1975 ‘robbers’ + richard siken
Duo leaned happily in to Eli’s touch, soaking up the attention with a purr. He wet his lips, tongue brushing out against the lower as he beamed at him. It was what he needed: affection, a reminder that he was loved, that he had a family. He nuzzled in to Eli’s hand, gazing up at him through his lashes as he listened, idly hooding a leg over his hip.
Eli wasn’t just a lover. He was part of his soul, a piece of his heart went to walk around outside his body. Duo loved each of his lovers equally, but different, and Eli touched on the romantic in him, the dreamy artist who needed to be held tenderly. He was both Eli’s muse and collaborater, the painter to his poet, the inspiration for several songs and his biggest damn. Duo furrowed his brow as he watched Eli’s face fall, arching in to the stroking hand down his back, purr deepening even with his concern.
“Writer’s block?” His fingers curled in to Eli’s hair, letting the loose locks coil around his finger. “I’m sorry, Casanova. That sucks.” The grin he gave him next was slow and suggestive, fingers stroking down his neck, then over his jaw, lips brushing lightly against his. Violet eyes sparkling wickedly, he tasted Eli’s lower lip. “Maybe your brain just needs a break. You’ve been using it an awful lot lately.”
Unconcerned, Eli shrugged. “It’s okay. It’s all part of the process. I’m not sure what went wrong, though. I think I just ran out of steam.” Puzzled frown shifting into a smug smirk, he ran his tongue along Duo’s upper lip, the pitch of his voice plunging, turning throaty and sensual in an instant. “Or maybe I knew you were in distress. And here I am, the valiant knight, come to free you from captivity.”
He hummed, rolling Duo over until he lay on his back beneath him. The blanket was still tented above their heads, scratching against his curls, but the morning sunlight shining through more than made up for it. They were haloed in light and suspended in warmth: a womb for lovers, he thought; all that existed in this space was each other.
Eli ran a finger along Duo’s collarbone, captivated by the play of light on his skin. “I think I may have left my inspiration right here,” he teased, bending down to kiss the spot. “Or right here.” His lips followed a natural path to the crook of his lover’s neck as his hips slotted into his like they belonged there, like they’d always been meant to fit–from birth, from that very first womb to the one they shared now. “I’m glad I came. It’s been a while since we’ve had this. Alone.”
Duo laughed, eyes sparkling as he looked Eli, dimples dancing in his cheeks. It wouldn’t surprise him, if Eli had just known. If some kind of vague, intuitive magic had sent him from his cottage sanctuary in to the house and right to Duo’s bed. It wouldn’t have been the first time it had happened. His husband did it most often, showing up without fail the moment Duo’s heart felt bruised, or just in time for the first tear to fall. Maybe all the magic between them had rubbed off on Eli, finally. After all those years.
“Eli!” He squealed, rolling on to his back and laughing happily, gazing up at his Casanova with delighted adoration. Here, under the sheet, they were protected. They were safe, warm, and blissfully alone, Eli haloed in sunlight. Taking his face in his hands, Duo ran his thumbs over his cheekbones and then plunged his hands in to his hair, giggling.
“Oh, Casanova. Playful poet of my heart,” Duo breathed, eyes fluttering shut at the teasing touch to his collarbone. The brush of lips. Moving in all five of them had lead to chaos, the best kind of chaos, full of love and bliss and everything Duo had ever wanted. But Eli was right. It was harder to get time alone, now. Harder to curl around each other like this, two sides of the same coin. A yin and yang so complete Duo’s whole body thrummed with it, tugging lightly at Eli’s hair as he tipped his head to the side. “It has.”
Gone were the days where Duo could fly out, meet Eli at his hotel as he toured. Or that Eli could fly in, conspiring with Dom to surprise him, the three of them spending a stolen weekend wrapped in silk sheets and the glide of skin on skin. Duo wet his lips, turning his head to press a kiss to Eli’s ear, thigh rubbing against his hip. “I miss it. Miss you, sometimes.”
Duo felt more than heard Eli come in. The bedroom door wasn’t shut, so there wasn’t much sound to make, but he could feel the shift in the air. The subtle change in pressure that told him someone was in the room, and under that, the smell of Eli’s aftershave.Duo’s lips curved some, already pressing back against his lover as his arms went around him. He turned, facing Eli, still pouting as he looked up at him, draping an arm around his waist as he brushed his lips against his jaw, wiggling closer to him.“I didn’t wanna interrupt you,” he murmured, gazing up at him through his lashes. “You’re working on something again.”It didn’t surprise Duo that someone had come. It was the one constant in his life: someone would always come, ready to wrap themselves around him and soothe away all of his moods and angsts. He was spoiled beyond words with the affection in his life, all four of his lovers constantly ready to coddle and cuddle him whenever he needed it.He was just—bad at asking for it. Especially when he knew his lovers were busy.Eli had just enough time to press his lips to the crook of Duo’s neck before his littlest lover turned in his arms. Lying face to face with him, Eli couldn’t help but smile, one hand coming up to graze his jaw, knuckles following the fine-boned, angular slope of it, brushing the swell of that luscious lower lip. Duo was much too worried about being a bother for someone who had saved his life–because in every way that counted, Eli was his. There was no part of Eli that didn’t belong to Duo, no nook or cranny the spitfire of a shifter hadn’t invaded somehow, and in the most welcome of ways.
“I am,” Eli confirmed with a nod, then sighed and rolled his eyes, lips twisting with dismay. “I was really getting somewhere with it too, but I happened upon a horrible case of writer’s block.” Running his hands down Duo’s back, Eli sighed and shrugged. “Maybe I need some inspiration.”
Cocking his head to the side, he wet his lips, an element of teasing in his tone and a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Think you can help me find it? I must’ve dropped it somewhere along the way.”
Duo leaned happily in to Eli’s touch, soaking up the attention with a purr. He wet his lips, tongue brushing out against the lower as he beamed at him. It was what he needed: affection, a reminder that he was loved, that he had a family. He nuzzled in to Eli’s hand, gazing up at him through his lashes as he listened, idly hooding a leg over his hip.
Eli wasn’t just a lover. He was part of his soul, a piece of his heart went to walk around outside his body. Duo loved each of his lovers equally, but different, and Eli touched on the romantic in him, the dreamy artist who needed to be held tenderly. He was both Eli’s muse and collaborater, the painter to his poet, the inspiration for several songs and his biggest damn. Duo furrowed his brow as he watched Eli’s face fall, arching in to the stroking hand down his back, purr deepening even with his concern.
“Writer’s block?” His fingers curled in to Eli’s hair, letting the loose locks coil around his finger. “I’m sorry, Casanova. That sucks.” The grin he gave him next was slow and suggestive, fingers stroking down his neck, then over his jaw, lips brushing lightly against his. Violet eyes sparkling wickedly, he tasted Eli’s lower lip. “Maybe your brain just needs a break. You’ve been using it an awful lot lately.”
Duo sprawled out in bed, blankets over his head, pouting as he gazed listlessly at the wall. Eveyone was busy. It meant he was alone, occupying himself, and while he had a dozen paintings to be working on for the upcoming gallery opening, he couldn’t focus. Didn’t want to focus. His inspiration for work was his family, and right now, they were all busy. With gardens and shops and clients and music and—Duo sighed heavily, lower lip jutting out even more.
It wasn’t that he HAD to have constant attention. It was just that—living with five lovers meant he had grown used to it.
Maybe he needed a friend.
As soon as Eli saw the tented blankets, it became obvious to him where Duo had up and disappeared to. There was no one else it could be. Trowa and Dom were both at work, and Eli had just spotted Kai in the garden, which left only one possible suspect. He snorted softly to himself, lips curved, arms folded across his chest as he watched the form beneath the blankets wriggle and shift. He didn’t have to see Duo’s face to recognize the discontent inherent in his every movement. He got like this sometimes. Eli knew the ever-changing tide of his moods and emotions almost as well as his own at this point.
It only took a moment to cross the room, to strip his shirt off and leave it in a pile beside the bed, then climb beneath the sheets, the cocoon Duo had made there immediately enveloping him in his scent.
“Are you moping, kitten?” Eli teased. “There’s no reason for that, you know. You’re always welcome in the studio.”
Duo felt more than heard Eli come in. The bedroom door wasn’t shut, so there wasn’t much sound to make, but he could feel the shift in the air. The subtle change in pressure that told him someone was in the room, and under that, the smell of Eli’s aftershave.
Duo’s lips curved some, already pressing back against his lover as his arms went around him. He turned, facing Eli, still pouting as he looked up at him, draping an arm around his waist as he brushed his lips against his jaw, wiggling closer to him.
“I didn’t wanna interrupt you,” he murmured, gazing up at him through his lashes. “You’re working on something again.”
It didn’t surprise Duo that someone had come. It was the one constant in his life: someone would always come, ready to wrap themselves around him and soothe away all of his moods and angsts. He was spoiled beyond words with the affection in his life, all four of his lovers constantly ready to coddle and cuddle him whenever he needed it.
He was just—bad at asking for it. Especially when he knew his lovers were busy.
Duo sprawled out in bed, blankets over his head, pouting as he gazed listlessly at the wall. Eveyone was busy. It meant he was alone, occupying himself, and while he had a dozen paintings to be working on for the upcoming gallery opening, he couldn’t focus. Didn’t want to focus. His inspiration for work was his family, and right now, they were all busy. With gardens and shops and clients and music and—Duo sighed heavily, lower lip jutting out even more.
It wasn’t that he HAD to have constant attention. It was just that—living with five lovers meant he had grown used to it.
Maybe he needed a friend.