He pushed my legs to my chest and glided the head of his cock along my pussy.When he slid inside me, in a single, smooth thrust, I arched into him until he was buried to the hilt.
Brandon joined us on the bed, and I rolled my head to watch him stroke himself.
I tapped his leg and motioned for him to move closer.He pressed the head of his cock to my mouth, and I opened hungrily to let him.
And then Danny was moving, a rapid build to a hard, fast pounding.He struck something inside me, both physically and emotionally, that was desire mixed with longing.
I tumbled into the sensations and emotions, not wanting to miss anything, but not able to process all of it.Release inched forward, surging on years of missing that last bit of connection.Of so desperately wanting more.
Brandon slipped in and out of my mouth as the movement became more frantic, but I wanted another taste, and another.I wanted them both.I wanted it all.
I hovered on the cusp of climax, until Danny’s pounding sent orgasm spilling through me.I let myself sink into the sensations, losing myself in the pleasure.In this bond that I’d shattered but somehow magically had back again.
Brandon’s grunts grew more punctuated.Louder.Harder.
Danny gripped my thighs and leaned into me with more pressure, groaning.
There was a stutter Brandon’s voice, a pause, and then sticky, salty warmth spurted across my face and chest.
I recognized the sounds Danny made when he came.The drawn out groan that both teased and taunted me in dreams.He still pounded, but slowly, the intensity eased off, the edge softened, and then he stopped.
I didn’t dare open my eyes.What if this all vanished?I had to hold onto this bliss for as long as I could.
There wasn’t much conversation, but there were a lot of soft touches and smiling glances as we cleaned up, and then the three of us collapsed on the bed together.
I was wrapped up in Danny and he was wrapped up in Brandon and this was perfect.Now that I’d had this taste, I couldn’t let Danny go again.
“Is this just sex?”If the answer wasyes, what would I do?I couldn’t shove this feeling back inside.
“No.It’s more.”Danny’s voice was soft, but the words roared with comfort in my mind.“I don’t know what, but how could it not be more?”
It was weird having this conversation in front of Brandon, but it also made sense.There was more with him, too.Not the same as I felt for Danny, and not the same kind of potency I’d go to extremes to keep, but there was something with Brandon.
I curled tighter into Danny.“We don’t have to define it yet, as long as it’s something.”I wasn’t going to fuck things up with him this time.If I could have him, I was going to hold onto him for as long as I could.
After we’d refilled on cuddles, Brandon suggested we fiddle around in the music room, but that reminded me of the potential dread that awaited tomorrow.Instead, we spent the rest of the day doing a lot of nothing.It was incredible.
As night crept up then overwhelmed us, we decided I’d rather sleep here.One of them would drop me off at home on their way to work.
I was almost asleep, loving being so close to Danny still, when Brandon climbed out of bed.
He gave Danny a quick kiss.“I’ll be back in a bit,” he whispered.
Danny’s expression wilted ever so slightly.
“Is it something I did?Is it me being here?”I asked softly when Brandon was gone.
Danny shook his head.“No.But an artist takes inspiration when it happens, right?”
Fair point.I curled up with Danny again and dozed off.
When the bed shifted with someone climbing into it, waking me up again, the clock on the nightstand said it was almost two in the morning.Brandon wrapped himself around Danny without a word.Despite Danny never opening his eyes, the shift in his breathing said he’d woken up too.
The entire situation felt off, but sleep lulled me in again before I could think about it too much.
The next morning, I got up when Danny did, and Brandon slept through all of it.
Danny shook him awake, and Brandon fixed him with a wicked glare, through half-closed eyes.