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He wakes up warm, ensconced in fabrics and warm bodies. That’s the first thing he notices.
That’s not altogether unusual.
What’s unusual is the number of limbs. And... yes. Yes, there are definitely two bodies surrounding him. One with a very flat chest.
Tulio startles awake, vision immediately filled with the image of his sleeping best friend.
And okay, it’s not the first time he and Miguel have shared a bed (or a boat, or a patch of ground) to sleep in. But he certainly can’t remember ever waking up in such a state of...semi-nudity, before.
His instinct is, of course, to jerk backwards and away. They can’t be seen like this. Even if...even if he wanted this (Does he want this? It doesn’t matter.), it’s not allowed. It’s...it’s illegal. And he really, really doesn’t want to be whipped or hung or any number of other consequences that could arise.
Unfortunately, his shove away from Miguel rolls him more onto Chel, who grumbles at being awoken so rudely. And then her inquiries of, “Tulio? Tulio, what’s wrong?” also wake Miguel up, and oh, everything is just going to shit.
“Tulio—“ Miguel starts, but that is the last straw. Everyone is much too naked, and Tulio is much too confused to deal with this.
“Everybody, stop!” he demands. And Miguel and Chel freeze.
Tulio’s head is racing. Exactly how much did they have to drink last night? And why can’t he remember exactly what had happened? And where is his shirt?
“You’re thinking so very loudly,” Chel purrs, rubbing up against his back. And god, he can feel her nipples hardening. Fuck.
“This...isn’t what it looks like,” he tries.
“Mm, and what exactly is that?” she asks.
“I’m not. I mean. Miguel and I don’t…” Even as he speaks, he’s staring into Miguel’s wide, green eyes, and he sees confusion and hurt.
Why is Miguel looking at him like that? He knows. He knows why they can’t do this. Why they’ve never…
“You seemed very much like you do, last night,” Chel giggles, her fingers teasing at the waistband of his trousers.
“Tulio…” Miguel’s voice is soft, but it doesn’t uncoil the tension in Tulio’s gut. “We’re not in Spain, anymore. We’re in El Dorado.”
“I... But...” Tulio doesn’t have a good reply.
So Miguel takes over. “Chel?” He directs the question over Tulio’s shoulder, propping himself up on one arm so that he can see her. “What exactly are the, ah, consequences of two men sleeping together? Being, um, intimate?”
Chel rubs against Tulio again, and by god, why does she have to feel so good?
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
Miguel huffs. “Will it be...stoning? Flogging? The rack? Beheading? Something special?”
Chel tenses. “What? Why?”
“Where we’re from, there are consequences for this kind of thing. And really, we would very much prefer not to die today. Or anytime soon. So if you could keep this all hush hush, that would be great.”
Everyone is silent for a moment, and Tulio can feel his own heart rabbiting in his chest.
Then Chel speaks. “You mean to tell me that you two have never known each other physically because you would have died had you been caught.”
Tulio groans and covers his face with his hands.
“But you want to, right? I mean, I’d assumed that you were lovers already.”
Tulio can’t answer that question. He won’t answer that question.
So Miguel — brave Miguel — does it for him.
“I want that.” His voice is gentle, and it works its way into Tulio’s heart. Makes him peek out between his fingers.
“You want that?” he whispers.
“Of course I do. Have done for a long time. But I couldn’t risk you. You know that.” Miguel’s smile is sad, even as he brings one hand up to wrap his fingers loosely around Tulio’s forearm.
“Miguel…” Tulio doesn’t know what to say. How can he?
“Oh, okay. We are fixing this.” Chel rises and leans over Tulio, rolling him onto his back with hooded eyes and a sultry smirk. “Tulio, do you or do you not want to bang Miguel?”
Tulio’s blushing, he just knows it. “I can’t,” he tries.
She giggles. “Of course you can! No one here cares! And after all, what greater act of worship is there? Than to… service each other?” A wide grin. “Perfect for the gods.”
Miguel snorts. “An excellent point.”
But there’s still the other problem. “I’ve never...with a man,” Tulio grits out. “It wouldn’t even be good for you.”
Miguel sighs. “Tulio, everything in my life is good with you, because it’s with you. Haven’t you realized that yet?”
“It’s things like that that made me sure you were already sleeping together,” Chel points out. “But if you’re so super concerned, I’m here.” She rubs circles into Tulio’s hip. “I’ll show you how.”
Tulio stares up at her, agape. Her hair hangs down over one shoulder, and she’s lovely, so lovely. And when he turns his head just the smallest amount, there’s Miguel. His best friend. His...maybe (probably) more than that. And his hair shines like spun gold and his eyes are sparkling emeralds, and Tulio can… He can have this? It can’t be.
“Do you want that? This? Me?” he manages.
Miguel chuckles. “Of course I do.”
Tulio groans.
Beside them, Chel reaches out and tangles her hand into Miguel’s hair.
“Kiss him,” she coaxes.
Miguel grins and sidles closer. “Okay?” he asks.
Tulio nods wordlessly.
And then Miguel sinks into him, lips pressing against his own, and oh… It’s… It’s not bad, for sure. Miguel has hard planes and sharp angles where Tulio is used to feeling smooth curves, but it’s Miguel. And for that reason alone, he opens his mouth the moment Miguel bites gently at his lips.
For some reason, he hadn’t expected Miguel to be so very good at this. But now he can’t remember why he would have ever thought that.
Miguel is… Oh, he’s good. His tongue is slick and nimble, and his lute callouses scrape deliciously along Tulio’s side.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Chel moans. “You two keep at it. I’m going to grab some supplies.”
As soon as she’s gone, Miguel leans back a little. But he doesn’t leave. His cheeks are flushed, lips rosy, and he’s so beautiful.
“Are you okay? Is this okay?”
Tulio’s words catch in his throat, so he just nods.
“Talk to me, Tulio. Do you want to stop?”
“No,” he mumbles. “Just...a mental block. You know how it is.”
Miguel snorts softly. “If it helps, I’ve dreamed of kissing you for years.”
“Really?”
“Of course, really. How could I not?”
“You never said.”
Miguel’s smile is sad again, and such an expression should never be on his face. Tulio won’t allow it.
“Of course I didn’t. What would have been the point?”
Tulio bites his lip. “I didn’t know.”
“Well, you know now. And you’re going to do something about it, yeah?”
He is. He’s going to make this so good for them. For both of them. “Yeah,” Tulio sighs. And he kisses Miguel again.
“And your pants are still on. Why are the pants on?” Chel shoves some blankets and pillows around with her feet as she re-enters their plush bedding area. “Get undressed, you two.”
Tulio stares up at her. She’s got one hand on a cocked hip, and the other is holding a bottle whose contents he can only guess at. But he thinks he’s right.
“You’re very pushy,” Miguel snarks.
“I have two handsome men making out in my bed, and they aren’t nearly as naked as I want them to be. Of course I’m pushy.”
Miguel heaves a long-suffering sigh, then starts shucking his pants off, tossing them aside with fanfare. He’s delightfully bare beneath, and Tulio is rather surprised to discover how much he’s heating up at the sight of Miguel’s half-hard cock. They’ve seen each other nude before, of course. But this is different, so very different. And god, it’s turning him on, too.
“Happy?” Miguel asks, bending his knees and spreading himself shamelessly for Chel.
“Mm, would be happier if you got your boyfriend here naked, too.”
“Boyfriend?” Tulio squeaks.
“Boyfriend,” Miguel hums, before rolling over and shoving at Tulio’s bottoms as well. With every patch of skin bared, the man moans and strokes over it, until Tulio is trembling and so, so very hard.
“There we go. Now.” Chel kneels down next to them. “What would you like to do together?”
Miguel laughs. “You mean, technically?”
“Well, yeah.”
“It’s hands or mouths, right? We can probably figure that much out.” Miguel grins at her.
“Or…” she tilts her head. “Do you want him inside you?”
Tulio’s breath catches. In a moment, he’s flung back into buried memories. Snatches of visions and muffled cries. Things that should never have been experienced. Never have happened…
“No!” He sits up so quickly that Chel actually falls backward. “No, I won’t!”
“Tulio?” Miguel is worried, leveraging himself up after his friend. “Tulio, what’s wrong?”
“I…” He’s breathing too fast. His eyes might be watering. Fuck. “I won’t.”
“Hey, hey, calm down.” Miguel’s hands are warm on his cheeks, thumbs wiping away tears he didn’t even know had escaped. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Tulio shakes his head as much as he can in Miguel’s grip. “I won’t hurt you. I won’t.”
“You’d never hurt me, Tulio. I already know that.”
Tulio shudders, closing his eyes.
He can feel the heat of Chel’s body as she draws near again, crowding against him too. “Tulio,” she tries.
He grimaces and looks at her.
She stares into him, and whatever she sees makes her shoulders slump. “Oh. Oh, no no. Tulio, no. It’s not supposed to hurt.”
“I won’t do that to him,” Tulio whispers, voice breaking.
“What if that’s what I want?”
Tulio turns back to Miguel, who’s pouting. “Don’t take away something that I want, Tulio. That’s not nice.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Pretty sure that I do, actually.”
“You don’t! It’s… Miguel…”
Chel sighs and brings her free hand up to stroke Tulio’s arm. “It’s supposed to feel good, Tulio. It does feel good, when you do it right. I’m sorry it wasn’t that way for you.”
Tulio isn’t looking at her. He’s looking at Miguel. Only Miguel. Miguel, whose eyes are widening in surprise, and then in dawning horror.
“Tulio,” he whispers. “Did… Did you…”
Tulio’s silence is apparently answer enough, because Miguel murmurs, “Oh, love,” before surging forward to kiss him again. And that helps.
Chel pets gently at his back, and Miguel holds him close, and that helps, too.
His tears dry, and his trembling subsides, and Tulio is left feeling raw and sore.
“I won’t hurt him,” he asserts again.
Miguel nods. “Of course you won’t. You would never.”
“Then… Then you understand why we can’t do this.”
A snort. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. What I’m saying is that our sweet Chel here is going to show us how to do it properly. Isn’t that right?”
“That’s the plan!” she chirps, spirits buoyed upward by Miguel’s determination.
Tulio still isn’t comfortable with this, but if it’s what Miguel wants, he can’t very well tell Miguel to not be physical with Chel. He doesn’t have that right. So he just sighs.
“Hey, don’t look so miserable! We’re supposed to be having fun, here.” Miguel waggles his eyebrows, and it’s so ridiculous and familiar that it makes Tulio laugh, just a little bit. “So, Chel. How do you want me?”
“Ooh, I like that question. Let’s prop you up all nice on the pillows. On your back, so Tulio can see how very, very much you are enjoying yourself.”
The two of them rustle around in the bedclothes while Tulio sits — rather uselessly — to the side. Until finally Miguel is spread out like a dessert, head and shoulders comfortably supported, legs spread and bent, one hand resting on his belly and the other inching over to clasp Tulio’s.
“Don’t worry,” he coos. “I want this.”
Tulio just nods and grips his hand tightly.
“So what I’m gonna do is open you up with my fingers, and then if you want, you’ll be loose enough to take Tulio inside. Does that sound good?” Chel asks.
“Mm, very.” Miguel’s voice is a purr, and he squirms a little, arousal starting to return.
Chel lifts the lid on the little jar she’d brought. Whatever’s inside doesn’t have much of a smell, but it’s thick and slippery-looking. It glistens upon Chel’s fingers.
“Ready? Might be a little cold, sorry.” She sets the pot down on the sheets.
“Ready,” Miguel announces.
His initial gasp makes Tulio’s heart jump into his throat, but Miguel doesn’t ask to stop. Tulio can see Chel’s arm move, but he can’t see exactly what she’s doing, though he can imagine.
“The important thing is to use lots of slick, and to take your time. Make sure he’s relaxed and loose,” she says.
Tulio nods again.
“Massage a little, and when you feel the muscle start to accept you, then—“ her arm rocks, and Miguel cries out. “Push gently.”
Miguel is already panting, but he still isn’t telling them to stop. Instead, he whimpers as Chel thrusts in and out slowly.
“You okay?” Tulio manages.
“Y-yeah. Feels strange. Not bad. But. Vulnerable.” Miguel’s eyes are so wide, and Tulio can’t help but lean down and kiss him.
“That’s gorgeous,” Chel sighs. “Always a good idea.”
“Touch me, Tulio,” Miguel demands, breath hot against his lips. “Make me hard again.”
Tulio groans. That shouldn’t be as arousing as it is. But by god…
He reaches down between Miguel’s legs, finding his shaft and stroking it gently.
“Fuck!” Miguel curses. “Don’t be a tease, Tulio.”
Tulio chuffs a laugh and wraps his fingers around Miguel’s cock, giving him a proper stroke.
“O-okay, I can see why people do this, now.”
Chel giggles. “Told you. And it gets better.”
“God, make it better, then,” Miguel moans, before seizing Tulio’s mouth in a bruising kiss.
Tulio drowns in him, relishing his soft, needy noises, until another gasp has Miguel tossing his head back.
“Miguel?” Tulio is instantly concerned, eyes darting between Chel’s arm and Miguel’s face.
“I’m okay,” Miguel assures him, panting. “Just wasn’t expecting the stretch.”
“I added another finger,” Chel explains. “And now I can really get to work on opening him up. And let’s see…”
Her arm rocks back and forth, and Miguel whimpers and grips at Tulio, and then suddenly, his back arches and he positively howls.
“Stop it!” Tulio glares at Chel, wanting to pull her hand free but also worried about injuring Miguel. “Whatever you’re doing, stop!”
“Oh, sweetheart. Try asking Miguel if he wants to stop.” Chel doesn’t look concerned in the slightest. Rather the opposite. She’s the epitome of smug and knowing.
“Don’t even have to ask,” Miguel groans out. “Whatever you did, Chel, do it again.”
Grinning, Chel’s tendons flex, and Miguel yelps.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, oh…”
Now that Tulio is looking properly, panic response abated, he can see how Miguel’s cock is drooling precome, how the man is shivering and trying to thrust down on Chel’s hand. He can hear the cries for what they truly are: pleasure, not pain.
“What are you doing?” Tulio asks, in awe.
“Men have a special place in here that feels really, really good when stimulated. Properly, of course,” Chel explains. “Isn’t that right, Miguel?”
“So right. So fucking right. Touch it again. Please, please, please.”
She must have done so, because it’s like Miguel is lit up. His hips push against her, and desperate noises tumble from his lips.
And Tulio… Tulio wants to be the one making him feel like this. Tulio wants to make him gasp and cry and pant.
And Chel? Oh, she knows. She’s looking at him with that expression that says she knows exactly what he’s thinking.
“Wanna get over here?” she offers.
Tulio can only nod.
She pulls her hand free and wipes it on the linens, then scoots over to make room for Tulio between Miguel’s legs.
The view is… Well, it’s a lot. Not in a bad way. Miguel’s cock rises up hard and thick, ruddy and eager. His balls below hang like succulent fruit that Tulio really, really wants to sample. But even lower… Miguel’s hole is slick and pink, already loosened a bit. It clenches at the air, like it’s seeking to be filled, and by god does Tulio want to fill him up. He may never have wanted anything more.
“Stop staring and get in me,” Miguel demands, and Tulio snorts. Even in sex, his friend is unchanged. Why had he expected otherwise?
Chel takes Tulio’s wrist gently and leads him to the pot.
“Dip your fingers in. Make sure they’re well-coated.”
The substance is thick, thicker than oil, and his fingers slide easily against each other when Tulio slicks them.
“Now, he’s already stretched a bit, so I think you can start with two. Your fingers are thicker than mine, but just go slow.”
Tulio bites his lip and presses the pads of his index and middle fingers to Miguel’s rim, focused intently.
“Please, Tulio,” Miguel begs.
Tulio pushes two fingers in.
They slip inside easily, with almost no friction. Miguel is so tight around them, and he feels like molten velvet. He’s even tighter than the women Tulio’s been with, and now he understands why Chel had told him to be gentle and go slow.
Part of him still can’t believe that Miguel isn’t in pain. That it could be possible to be penetrated here and enjoy it. But Miguel is hard and begging for more, and Tulio really can’t argue with that.
“How do I make him feel the way you did?” he asks.
“The spot you’re looking for is on top,” Chel coos. “Crook your fingers like this.” She makes a little come hither motion. “You’ll be able to feel the bump of it. Start light. Everyone is different, and some people won’t appreciate being poked there, you know?”
Tulio bends his fingers and searches. Miguel is patient with him, lying still and letting him get on with it, until Tulio skates over the ridge of what must be it.
“There!” Miguel bucks. “Right there! More!”
“So demanding,” Tulio laughs. Because it’s Miguel. It’s still Miguel. And it’s fun and easy the way sex should be. But he does as asked, twisting his hand a bit so that he can run over the little bump more firmly.
“Tulio!”
Oh, he could get used to that. To Miguel crying his name like that.
“You’re doing well,” Chel says from beside him. “Spread your fingers, now. Really work him loose. You need him open enough to take your shaft with no trouble.”
So Tulio gets to it. He parts his fingers like a pair of forceps, which is a feat, considering how tight Miguel is. He tugs at the muscles of Miguel’s rim. He rotates his hand this way and that. And through it all, Miguel encourages him, hands tugging at the sheets, voice crying out.
“Are you ready for a third finger?” Chel asks Miguel, stroking down one heaving flank.
“Yes,” he pants. “Ready. So ready.”
She looks at Tulio with half-lidded eyes. “You heard the man. A third.”
And Tulio does.
As before, Miguel gasps and shudders. But Tulio knows that he wants it — that he likes it — and so he keeps going. Tulio stretches him out, thrusting gently and stroking that spot inside that makes Miguel’s cock jump.
“Gonna come. Don’t wanna come, yet. So good.” Miguel tosses his head on the pillows, his green eyes hazy and dark.
Tulio licks his lips, and Miguel keens.
Chel lays a hand on Tulio’s forearm, stilling his movements.
“So now the question is,” she starts, “Miguel, do you want Tulio to take you?”
Tulio can feel the way Miguel’s body clenches in response, his inner walls fluttering.
“Please.”
Chel giggles. “He’s pretty, isn’t he?” she asks Tulio.
Tulio bites back the instinctual snarky response, because Miguel is looking at him with such vulnerability, and he’s not going to abuse that.
So all he says is, “He is,” and pets down one of Miguel’s thighs.
Miguel’s grin is bright as the sun.
“Now then…”
And Tulio had been so busy staring at Miguel that he hadn’t even noticed Chel grabbing for the pot. It’s even more of a surprise when her hand closes around his prick. He cries out and jolts forward, fingers jerking where they’re still buried inside Miguel, which makes Miguel moan, too.
Chel is completely unapologetic.
“Pull your fingers out and get inside him, already. It’s been far too long for you two.”
Tulio obeys.
But as his hand grips his own cock, pressing the head to Miguel’s glistening hole, the gasp he hears gives him pause.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
“Yes, Tulio. Please, yes.”
His eyes never leave Miguel’s as he slides in. Once he’s halfway, he plants both hands firmly on the bed to prop himself up and thrusts forward, suspended above Miguel so that he can see every expression that passes over the other man’s face. The arousal, the amazement, the joy.
The joy.
That’s what it feels like, being inside Miguel.
His heart drums quick in his chest, and Tulio needs to pause and drink it all in. This utter vision before him.
But Miguel, of course, only lets him do so for so long.
“Tulio, move.”
An amused huff, and Tulio slides out, then back in.
This part isn’t much different from other sex he’s had. Fucking into a tight channel, gripping his lover by the hips to steady them both.
But Miguel. Oh, Miguel.
Tulio knows that he’s forever ruined. Why would he want any random fuck when he knows he can have Miguel, now?
A soft moan startles him, and he turns his head to find Chel, completely bare, fingers busy between her own legs.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” she giggles.
“But what if I want to mind you?” Miguel’s voice is rough, and it makes Tulio’s cock pulse.
“Mm, what were you thinking of?” Chel asks.
Miguel reaches for her. “Get over here.”
She grins and crawls into his hold, letting him tug her and position her as he pleases, and oh, wow.
Tulio blinks at her, face-to-face as they share Miguel. Her thighs bracket Miguel’s head, and she squeals as he buries his face between her folds, hands gripping tightly at her hips.
Fuck.
Tentatively, Tulio thrusts forward again, which makes Miguel moan, which makes Chel moan, and the power goes straight to Tulio’s head. It’s like he’s fucking both of them at the same time, and he drives harder and faster into Miguel, relishing in his friend’s grunts and in Chel’s whimpers.
Moments pass like this, and perhaps no one is more surprised than Tulio when Chel suddenly clambers off Miguel’s face, leaving him glistening and still reaching for her.
“Chel?” Miguel asks.
“What’s wrong?” Tulio follows.
Chel shakes her head. “We need to practice. This is something we need to work up to. For now, this is your first time. And Miguel is much too coherent.”
“Wha—“
Chel cuts the blond off with a gesture, staring at Tulio. “Remember, you can hit that gland inside with your dick, too. Miguel should be screaming in pleasure and begging for more, not just passively taking it. I want to see you make him sing properly.”
Somewhat abashed, Tulio nods. Maybe he does need more practice.
“Sorry, Miguel,” he offers.
Miguel just blinks up at him. Then gives him a gentle, lazy smile. “Wanna try and make me scream with it?”
Tulio rises to the challenge. “Oh, I won’t just try. I will.”
“So self-assured. We’ll see, my friend.”
Chel giggles, a little breathy. “I’ll help you out with your wager.” She sits close to Tulio’s side again. “Hands underneath his knees. Lift, yes, like that. Ohh, Miguel, you are flexible! Now try fucking him while he’s bent like that. You’ll be able to find his spot easier.”
And like magic, it takes only a few tries before Miguel keens.
Tulio growls through a smile. “Oh, you’re in for it, now.”
His hands slip a bit in the sheen of sweat that covers Miguel’s skin, but he manages to hold on well enough to leverage the other man’s body backward. And then, when that becomes too difficult, he props both of Miguel’s ankles onto his shoulders and bends him double.
Miguel shrieks. “Oh! Oh, that’s so deep… Fuck, Tulio…”
“You like it?”
Miguel nods desperately. He can’t do any of the work anymore, not in this position, but that’s fine. Tulio will take care of him.
“Stroke yourself for me,” Tulio demands. “I want to watch you.”
Shuddering, Miguel raises one hand to comply, wrapping it around his leaking shaft. Precome drips onto his own belly, and his tight little hole flutters around Tulio’s dick, and Tulio’s never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
Cursing, he drives forward, seeking and finding the spot that makes Miguel scream.
And god, does he scream. He keens. He wails. It’s a symphony for Tulio’s ears. And the whole time, he pulls himself off, ratcheting his pleasure higher.
As if the feeling of Miguel around him weren’t enough, the sight and sound of him brings Tulio ever closer to that edge. But he won’t tip over it. Not without making Miguel come first.
Thankfully, Miguel’s begging has devolved into wordless cries. He’s shuddering underneath Tulio, the rhythm of his hand faltering.
“G-gonna…” he rasps out.
“Come for me,” Tulio demands. “Need to see you.”
Miguel howls, and fuck, he gets even tighter. His come shoots high, splattering over his belly and chest, and Tulio wants to lick it off him, but he cannot possibly stop fucking into him. Not a chance.
“Tulio.” Miguel’s voice is a sob. “Inside me. Please.”
“Yes,” Tulio groans. “You feel so good. Gonna fuck you every day for the rest of our lives. Fill you up, full to bursting. Come inside you so that you smell like me, taste like me, fuck, Miguel!”
Miguel’s eyes go wide when Tulio comes, his lips a little, “oh,” of surprise. He trembles in Tulio’s hold.
Tulio keeps him steady as he rides out his own orgasm, hips thrusting erratically, until he finally slows.
Miguel sighs when Tulio lowers his legs, and he gasps when Tulio pulls out. He looks utterly wrecked; hair in disarray, the flush of arousal spreading from his cheeks to his chest, where it’s met by the white splash of his come. His softening cock rests against his belly that still jumps with aftershocks, and his entrance is red and puffy, well-used and leaking.
Tulio wants to ravish him all over again.
But first, he has something else to take care of.
Some one.
Chel is fingering herself against the pillows, biting her lip, and Tulio grins.
“Little minx,” he growls.
It’s no trouble to haul her forward and bat her hand away, bending down to let his mouth take over.
She coos when he sucks her clit between his lips, one hand tangling into his hair. She tastes good, sharp and sweet, and Tulio drinks his fill of her as she writhes against him. His tongue earns him a gasp, and the gentle scrape of his teeth garners a breathy whimper. Until finally she pulses beneath him, her voice airy and high, hips chasing the sensation.
When they all still, they’re left in a tangle of limbs and sheets and pillows. The pot of lubricant had tipped over at some point, and Tulio rights it, lamenting the loss of some of the slick but confident that Chel can procure more.
The silence is comfortable.
Of course, Miguel is the first to break it. “For the rest of our lives?”
Tulio huffs, a bit embarrassed. “I said what I said. Problem?”
Miguel shrugs. “I mean, I might like to top at some point, but not really.”
“Oh.” Tulio blinks. “Well, hopefully the rest of our lives will be a great long while, so we’ll have plenty of time to switch things up.”
Miguel actually giggles, and he runs one calf along Tulio’s side affectionately.
“The rest of our lives, then.”
Chel sighs. “You two are adorable.”
Miguel turns that sweet, wide-eyed expression on her, next. “You’ll come along, yes? We would never have gotten this far if it weren’t for you. And I’m sure you have so much more to teach us!”
A laugh. “So I’m to be your sex instructor?”
“Well,” Miguel ponders out loud, “we could start there, and see what happens? If you want? Thoughts, Tulio?”
Tulio blinks at the pair of them. Two of them. His best-friend-become-boyfriend (can he say that now?) and his other friend who’s rapidly becoming something more, too.
Together.
“You must think me mad if you think I’ll say no.”
Miguel wriggles in contentment, having gotten exactly what he wants, and stares at Chel with a grin. “Then it’s settled. You wanted adventure, my lovely lady? You’ve got it.”
Chel snorts and smacks him in the face with a pillow.
And Tulio? He’s happy. And free.