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“Frankie, fuck yes, like that, fuck!” You breathe into the crook of his neck, both of you are sweating profusely as you feel your orgasm building. You’re in the middle of your bed, straddling Frankie as he buries himself inside you, hips rolling harder and harder. You vaguely remember this being called the Lotus position, but you don’t care right now; all you care about is the way it feels to have Frankie fucking you so deep, nudging at your g-spot with every devastating roll of his hips.
“Feel so good babe, I’m close.” Frankie groans in response as he grazes his teeth along your neck, his tongue swirling against your pulse point as you arch up into him.
“Fuck yeah Frankie, gonna come-!” You whine but the sound of the doorbell makes you both turn to the front door of your apartment, visible from your position on the bed. The high has deflated and you frown, looking to the clock on the nightstand. It’s just gone midnight.
“Don’t worry about it babe, it’s probably nothing c’mere.” Frankie coaxes you to look at him, fingers holding your chin as he turns you to look back at him. His lips slot over yours and just as you slip your tongue inside his mouth, the knocking returns followed by a muffled voice.
“Fish, lemme in.” The unmistakable sound of Santi’s voice on the other side of the door makes Frankie groan, forehead pressing against yours.
“Fuck.” Frankie hisses as he pulls back, his glassy brown eyes meeting yours with a silent apology.
“Get dressed, I’ll make some tea.” You say softly, cupping Frankie’s jaw with one hand, rubbing soft circles in the bare patch where his face dimples.
“I’ll make it up to you.” Frankie’s smile melts you every time, the way his eyes soften, the beginnings of crow’s feet crinkling at the corners. You press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth as you ease off him, both of you whining softly at the loss of sensation.
“I know you will Francisco,” You say with a smirk as you disentangle yourselves, “You always do.” You brush your lips against the swell of his shoulder before crawling off the bed to put on some clean clothes, one of Frankie’s flannel shirts and some pyjama pants.
“Oh and Frankie?” You say with a devilish smile on your lips as he pulls a black Sabaton t-shirt over his head, “Wash your face, you smell like pussy.”
“Yes Ma’am.” He responds as you watch the blush creep up his neck, giving you a sheepish smile that makes his cheeks dimple adorably as he absently wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
You pad into the kitchen, more than a little pissed that this is the third time this month that Santi had interrupted you and Frankie mid-fuck, but you don’t mind, not really. You’d been in Santi’s shoes, he suspected his girlfriend was cheating on him, and you wouldn’t be surprised. You’d never liked Ashleigh, but you were polite for Santi’s sake, you even invited her to your most recent ‘Ladies, GNC and Queers’ nights. It was then you’d started to suspect something was off.
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All night she had been glued to her phone, giggling and texting away, you’d sent Frankie a text mid-way through the night.
You: Someone’s missing Santi ;) x (Image)
Three dots appeared for a few seconds, disappeared, then your phone started to ring.
“Hey Frankie, you ok?” You had asked, concerned as he never called on his equivalent ‘guys and gays’ nights.
“Babe, Santi’s not looked at his phone once since the guys got here, we’ve been marathoning Lethal Weapon movies all evening.” Frankie’s tone was hushed as you hear a door click behind him.
“Shit, should we tell him?” You had asked, guilt and anger bubbling away in your belly as you started to feel sick.
“Not our place babe, I know it sucks, but all we can do is be there for him.” Frankie said down the phone, a shuddering sigh escaping his lips, you could almost imagine the way he was holding his cap with his free hand, scratching the crown of his head.
“Alright I love you.” You say softly as you tried not to let it bother you.
“Love you too.”
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“Hey Pope, what can we do for you?” You hear Frankie from the adjacent living room, snapping you out of your thoughts as you see the kettle on the hob almost boiling. You can hear them speaking in hushed tones so make yourself busy, as to not eavesdrop. If Santi wants you to know what’s going on, he’ll tell you.
You get Santi’s favourite, a Turkish blend you have to order online that he loves, peppermint for Frankie, and a fruit blend for you. You catch the kettle before it boils and pour the hot water into the mugs, letting it cool slightly before putting the teabags into the respective cups. Black for Santi, a novelty peacock mug for Frankie, and a Lord of the Rings one for you.
It was routine, whenever Santi was having a rough time of things he came to you. Not just to Frankie, he came to seek comfort in you both. You made the tea, Frankie got the lay of the land, then you did whatever you deemed necessary to help out Santi. It was often drinking tea until Santi fell asleep watching Battlestar Galactica, or Babylon 5. Then you’d all go out for a hike the next morning, and grab lunch together before dropping Santi back home.
It was a comfortable, if somewhat irregular, routine, but it worked for you all. It made Santi feel safe, Frankie feel needed, and you found some deep satisfaction in being able to be there for both of them.
Little did you know, tonight was going to be different, tonight would change things forever.
You set down the first two mugs on the coffee table, giving Santi a precursory look, smiling sympathetically as you see the telltale red-rimmed eyes of despair. He’s been crying, a lot.
“Frankie honey, help me get some snacks from the kitchen yeah?” You say softly as you extend your hand out to him. He takes it firmly, and you swear you see a flash of longing on Santi’s face, you brush it off, putting it down to whatever the hell had happened between him and Ashleigh.
“So what’s the sitrep?” You ask as you lean back against the kitchen counter, sighing as you know it’s going to be bad.
“She’s been cheating on him for months, more than one guy, he found pregnancy tests in the trash, but they haven’t fucked since it started.” Frankie says as he runs his one hand through his hair, brow furrowed as you see the anger simmering behind his eyes.
“Shit.” Is all you can muster as you rest your head against Frankie’s chest, you could still smell your combined musk from earlier and something stirs in your belly as you have an idea.
“Frankie baby, do you trust me?” You ask, leaning back and looking up into his soft brown eyes.
“Always.” He says with a confidence that has your heart thrumming with pride.
“Ok, so hear me out…” You say as you reach up onto your tiptoes and lay out the plan. By the time you pull away and look up into Frankie’s eyes expectantly, he’s grinning down at you and nodding his head.
“Ok, as long as he’s comfortable with it, I’m in.” You take your mug, and Frankie grabs a few bags of chips and dip before following you out into the living room. Santi is sat in his usual armchair, mug between his hands as he stares into the depths, as if asking for the wisdom within.
“Hey Santi, I heard what happened with Ash, I’m really sorry,” You start as you pop yourself down on the sofa, Frankie sliding down to join you, one arm hooking over the back of the sofa as he places a hot, wet kiss to your neck before nuzzling into you legs sliding into place either side of you, “We’re here for you whatever you need.” You say breathily as Frankie nips at your earlobe.
“Thanks, just didn’t see it coming.” He mumbles, still looking into the amber liquid of his tea as you swat Frankie on the thigh, scolding him for being quite so bold.
“Hey, Santi, look at me,” You say as you reach out for the arm closest to you, circling his wrist gently, “Me and Frankie want to help, but it’s an…” You pause, trying to find the right words, “Unconventional suggestion.”
“Huh?” Santi says, finally breaking the trance he had slipped into as Frankie conspicuously gropes your breast from behind. You hadn’t expected him to be so into this, but you didn’t care, the fact he was as all in as you, if not more, made your pulse quicken as you try to keep yourself in check.
“Do you want to fuck me Santi?” You ask softly, thumb rubbing on the underside of his wrist, circling over his pulse point as he almost drops the mug from his hands. You catch it deftly as his dark eyes widen, looking up at you with a slack jaw, trying to form words as you gently ease the mug from his hands, setting it on the coffee table behind you.
“Frankie, what’s-?” Santi starts as he leans to the side to try and catch his eye, but you reach out with your other hand and pinch Santi’s strong chin between your thumb and finger, forcing him to look at you.
“Don’t think about Frankie, unless you want to, focus on me hermoso.” You growl, your tone dropping as you bite your lip.
“Wha- What’s going on?” He stutters as you scoot forward on the sofa. Your hand glides up the plane of his jaw and you cup his cheek affectionately.
“Santi, baby,” You coo and you feel him shudder under your touch at the pet name, “Frankie and me want to look after you, we want you to feel good.” You say softly as Frankie grunts behind you as he nips at the column of your neck.
“Are you sure?” Santi asks, voice trembling as he looks between you and Frankie as he rests his head on your shoulder, you can only guess he’s giving Santi some variation of the fuck me eyes he gives to you in moments like this.
“Only if you are, you don’t want this, we stop and watch some shit on tv, forget it ever happened.” Frankie answers before you can speak and you feel warmth blossom in your chest, turning to place a chaste kiss to Frankie’s cheek before looking back at Santi.
“Agreed, we want you Santi, both of us, if you don’t want it, we understand.” You say as you rub your thumb against his defined cheekbones.
“I do.” He mumbles, almost too quiet to hear as he casts his eyes down to his feet, a slight flush highlighting his strong cheekbones as bashfulness overtakes him.
“Yeah? How about we start slow,” You coax, bringing his head back up to meet your gaze, “Want to try kissing me?” You ask. Santi looks up at you, mouth agape as he meets your gaze with certainty for the first time this evening.
“Yes.” He breathes and you lean forward, slowly brushing your lips against his. It’s like a burning thrum on your skin as you connect, not dissimilar from the electricity when you kiss Frankie, but different enough that you moan unexpectedly. That’s enough for Santi to relax as he deepens the kiss, pulling at your bottom lip as his hands stay by his side, you tease your tongue against the seam of his mouth and he gasps.
“This ok?” You ask softly as Frankie slips a hand below your waistband, fingertips gliding over your clit as you whine in the back of your throat. You’re soaked, still amped up from earlier and Frankie hums into the crook of your neck as he feels it.
“Yes.” He growls as he chases your lips for another kiss, but you pull back, squirming as Frankie teases you.
“Single syllables aren’t enough Santi, you need to tell me what you want, what you want to do to me.” You say breathlessly as Frankie nips at the shell of your ear, fingers teasing at your entrance.
“I want to kiss you,” He breathes your name softly and you smile at him pressing a soft kiss to his lips, more assertive this time, but still gentle enough to give him the opportunity to pull away. That’s when Frankie thrusts two fingers into you, pulling you back against him as his clothed cock grinds against your ass. You cry out at the sensation, eyes closing with the bliss of it all.
That’s when Santi kisses you, really kisses you, his tongue presses into your mouth as he moves from his seat, kneeling in front of you as he explores your mouth. He’s gentler than Frankie, pressing his tongue slowly against yours, whining as you press back.
“This ok?” You ask as you break the kiss to trail your fingers down his sternum, making it clear where you were heading, as you pointedly look at the bulge in his jeans.
“More than ok.” Santi huffs softly, his deep chestnut eyes glassy as he cups your cheek, rubbing along your jaw. You palm him through his jeans gently and the whine he lets out makes you bite your lip in satisfaction.
“You’re so pretty Santi, make such sweet noises.” You hum as you apply a little more pressure, eliciting yet another sweet noise from his kiss-swollen lips.
“You two wanna move this to the bedroom?” Frankie grumbles behind you as he grinds against your ass, leisurely pumping his thick fingers deep inside you. He’s desperate for you, as always, but you can tell he’s really into this with you and Santi.
“Sounds good to me, come on let’s get these clothes off yeah?” You say to Santi as you pull Frankie’s hand out of you, the lack of sensation making you whimper for a second time tonight. The three of you stand in unison and you’re suddenly very aware of the two beautiful men either side of you. It’s way hotter than you had anticipated.
“Lead the way.” Santi says sheepishly, as if the act of standing up had broken the spell, but his hand takes yours without hesitation, lacing his fingers through yours. Frankie takes your other hand and the three of you head to the bedroom, the silence is comfortable, a hint of excitement bubbling in your chest as you see the dishevelled sheets of your bed.
You let go of both of their hands and crawl into the middle of the bed, kneeling as you look between them, Frankie and his soft, fluffy locks; Santi with his short tight curls and tightly trimmed beard. Frankie moves first and positions himself at the top of the bed, spreading his legs wide his erection straining against his pyjama pants as he peels off his t shirt.
“Santi, do you want to undress me?” You ask softly, giving him a quick flutter of your eyelashes as you hold a hand out to him, encouraging him to get onto the bed with you.
“If you don’t mind?” He asks, his voice more confident now, he kneels down on the bed. In front of you, dark eyes wide as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.
“I’d love you to Santi, but Frankie gets impatient so don’t take too long.” You tease as you look over your shoulder at him, watching as he palms himself through his shorts, jaw tight from how desperate he is for you.
Santi skims the hem of Frankie’s flannel, ghosting along the strip of skin that’s exposed just enough for him to touch you. You hear him whimper as you tremble under him. He leans forward, fingers expertly popping the buttons of the oversized shirt as he claims your mouth once more. No more shy kisses and testing the waters, Santi wants you and you arch up into him as he licks forcefully into your mouth. He tastes like the tea he loves, and something soft, comfortable, it drives you wild. You thread your fingers into his short curls and moan into his mouth as the flannel falls from your shoulders, releasing his hair for a second to flick the garment off the bed.
Frankie is behind you, pulling your pyjama pants down, giving your ass a firm spank as he reveals you, you mewl at the sensation as he soothes your raw skin with his palm. Santi pulls away to rip off his own shirt, unbuckling his jeans as an unspoken competition breaks out between them. Frankie is sucking hard marks into the skin of your shoulder as you feel his silky head against the tight ring of your asshole, pre-come smearing over it. You groan as you arch back into him, nudging him against your tight hole as he shudders, biting down hard as you roll your hips back.
The sound of Santi’s belt hitting the floor has your attention as he kneels, bare and beautiful, before you. His cock is thicker than Frankie’s and not quite as long, but damn is it just as beautiful, you’re practically drooling as you watch him pump himself a few times, smearing pre-come over his swollen tip.
“How d’you want to do this babe?” Frankie asks, voice ragged and desperate in your ear, the tip of his cock torturously hard against your ass.
“Want Santi to fuck me, want you in my mouth.” You breathe and you feel Frankie’s cock twitch at the same time you see Santi shiver at your words.
“On your back baby, head over the side.” Frankie growls and you obey without a word, your arousal coating your thighs already as you squeeze your legs together, desperate for release.
“Santi, she likes to come on my face before I fuck her, think you can do that f’me?” He taunts his best friend and you feel that competitive tension rolling between them as Santi rolls his eyes, grinning deviously as he cracks his neck, the macho posturing making you giggle. You roll onto your back and scoot yourself up so your head hangs over the edge, Frankie’s cock tantalisingly close as you open your mouth invitingly.
“Please, with a pussy this pretty?” Santi groans as he slides between your pliable thighs, “You’d have to pay me not to.” His breath fans across your soaked folds as he bends your legs over his shoulders. Your gaze flits between the two men, arousal burning through you as the anticipation builds. Frankie makes the first move asserting himself as he glides his length into your mouth. You suck on the tip, sliding your tongue around his girth as he hums in appreciation.
Santi’s tongue makes you jolt, forcing more of Frankie into your mouth as he licks a hard stripe up from your hole to your clit, his firm lips latching onto your swollen bud as he sucks gently, flicking his hot tongue in frantic patterns. His short beard raked against your sensitive folds, shorter, more blunt than Frankie’s scruff and the sensation is so intense you mewl around Frankie’s cock.
“Fuck Santi, you’re making her squirm, making it hard to take it easy on her pretty little throat.” Frankie scolds Santi, which only ignites his desire. Santi ups the momentum on your clit, licking hot flat stripes of his tongue against your clit as he slides his middle finger inside you. You arch up, a strangled gasp escaping your lips as Frankie’s hips buck forward involuntarily, you feel so full, so blissful as your two best friends in the world use you exactly how you want.
“You’re clenching so hard querida,” Santi hums as he adds another finger, you tighten around him hard as you hollow your cheeks around Frankie’s cock, sucking him in earnest, breathing through your nose as he gets closer and closer to the back of your throat, “Can’t wait for you to squeeze my cock like this.” Santi babbles, thrusting hard into your tight heat with his thick fingers, curling up into you as he swirls his tongue around your clit, never once letting up on his promise to make you come.
“Doin’ so good babe,” Frankie coos softly, his one hand on your cheek, the other trailing down to tease one of your nipples, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and fore-finger as he sheaths himself fully inside your mouth. You can barely breathe, the deprivation driving your pleasure higher as Santi and Frankie drive you hard and fast towards your orgasm.
Pleasure ebbs through you like a wave, flooding your senses as you feel the tight, searing burn at the base of your spine, surging towards your stomach as you feel yourself let go. Your mind goes blank as you feel Frankie fucking your mouth as Santi fucks your pussy with his fingers. You’re clenching around them both, saliva spilling down your cheeks as your release leaks all over Santi’s fingers. Your moans and whines are muffled by Frankie’s cock but you know they can both feel them.
Frankie slowly eases out of your mouth as Santi sucks on his soaked fingers, eyes glassy as he looks down at you with a dark expression. Frankie soothes your hair as you gasp for breath, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through you as you whine softly on the bed.
“Santi, want you to take me from behind,” You mumble, cock-drunk and needy as you feel the ache between your legs swell as you see how both men are looking at you. Their combined desire, lust, whatever you want to call it, makes you feel so powerful. But it also made your heart ache, admitting to yourself just how much you care for both of these men, how much you love them both.
“Want me to fuck your mouth while he fucks your tight little cunt babe?” Frankie asks as he helps you change position, his touch tender and gentle, a stark contrast from the filth coming from his mouth.
“Yes, please, want you to fuck me ‘til I can’t think, want to be full of you, both of you.” You say, turning to look at Santi over your shoulder as you say the last part. It was all the permission he needed as he places his hands on your ass, running his hands over the swell of your cheeks as he lines himself up at your dripping heat.
“What’d you say Santi, think you can make her come before I come down her pretty little throat?” Frankie goads him and you almost laugh at the ridiculous nature of their competition but once again, the fire in your belly only rages stronger as you feel so wanted, so needed, so desirable.
“You’re on, tell me what you want, want you to feel good too.” Santi says softly as he kneads the flesh of your ass, soothing you as he lines his thick head against your core.
“Fuck me Santi, fuck me hard, want to scream for you both.” You say softly, hand already at the base of Frankie’s dick as you lean forward to take him into your mouth. But Santi fills you quickly, stretching you out so hard your knees shake, it’s so much, what he makes up for in girth has you drooling over Frankie’s swollen tip.
You take Frankie’s tip in your mouth, flattening your tongue along the underside as he rolls his hips forward slightly, the sharp intake of air above you a familiar sign that he was close already. You couldn’t blame him so you take it slow, easing your mouth down his length.
“Like that baby yeah.” Frankie mumbles as he runs his thick fingers through your hair.
“You ready hermosa?” Santi asks as he bottoms out inside you, the press of his balls against you is so fucking hot, you clench hard around him as you push back against him. He groans, a deep, frustrated noise that makes your walls flutter in anticipation around him.
“Fuck me Santi.” You moan around Frankie’s cock before sliding your lips down to the base, nose nestling in Frankie’s soft curls. He still smells like you, mixed with his own musky scent and you choke a little but don’t pull back, your senses blown out as you drool down Frankie’s balls.
“Yeah Santi, fuck her, make her feel good.” Frankie echoes, his eyes glazed over as he watches Santi pick up the pace, his gaze dropping back to your tear streaked face as he fucks your throat slowly. Santi’s large hands grip your hips as he thrusts into you, hard, percussive snaps of his hips as he buries himself in you with every stroke.
You start to suck Frankie harder with every thrust until all you can feel is the push of Santi inside you as Frankie slides out, you’re never left feeling empty. Your pussy throbs as you feel yourself coming undone.
“Touch yourself baby, m’close, we got you.” Frankie breathes as his other hand cups your jaw, the love in his eyes fills you with warmth as you start working harsh, sloppy circles on your clit with one hand. You’re blinded from every other sensation as Frankie’s balls tighten and you feel his cock twitch at the back of your throat as he continues to fuck your mouth. Your jaw hurts but you don’t care.
Then you feel Santi’s rhythm falter as he snaps his hips into you with enough force to have you coming around his cock. Pleasure smothers you like a weighted blanket, your eyes roll back as Frankie’s hot spend hits the back of your throat, the bitter salty taste of it making you groan. You continue to stimulate your clit as you rock through near-painful waves of pleasure as your whole body goes limp. Frankie slides out of your mouth slowly before he drops to his knees, he cups your jaw gently and helps support your body weight, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kisses you hungrily.
As he slides his tongue into your mouth you hear the soft, desperate whimper from Santi as he comes inside you, the hot ropes of his spend coating your walls. Frankie swallows your moan as you shake from overstimulation, fingers tugging as his soft curls as you collapse into his embrace. Santi leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the curve of your spine, muttering thank yous and broken praises as he stays inside you as he softens.
Santi eventually flops back onto the middle of the bed, and as you feel yourself coming down you crawl over and snuggle into his side. He flinches, eyes wide as he watches you, then they flick to Frankie as he pads into the bathroom with a shit-eating grin on his face. You press a soft kiss to Santi’s chest and trace your fingers up and down his sternum.
“This ok? Cuddling?” You ask as you hear Frankie pad back into the room, knowing he’s grabbed washcloths for you all.
“Was about to ask you the same thing.” Santi chuckles softly as he nuzzles into the top of your head.
“Come on you filthy animals, clean up, no-one’s getting a UTI because of this.” Frankie orders and you chuckle at the bemused look on Santi’s face at his best friend’s commanding tone.
“Yes sir.” He grumbles, which earns him the pleasure of Frankie throwing the wet cloth directly at his crotch. The wet slap followed by a pained oof from Santi has you bury your face in his chest as you snort with laughter.
“Come on babe, you need to pee.” Frankie says as he gives you a look that tells you not to argue and you sigh, pulling away from Santi to clean up.
After a few minutes of clean up, Frankie making a few snack trips, and you getting some bottled water for you all, you’re snuggled under the sex-stained sheets. Frankie to your right, arm around your shoulder as you lean back, Santi is settled against you, head resting on your shoulder. The TV on your dresser is playing Battlestar Galactica quietly as you bask in the glow of each other.
“Thanks both, I didn’t know what I needed, but I definitely didn’t think it would be a threesome.” Santi says softly as he rubs his strong nose against your jaw.
“It was a bold move for sure,” Frankie says with a deep, rumbling chuckle as he presses a soft kiss int o your hair, “But when our girl gets something in her head she’s a force of nature.”
“Our girl?” You interject, raising your brows in protest at the Frankie, a goofy, bashful look on his face as he realises what he said.
“You mean this wasn’t just a one time thing?” Santi sits up and looks between you with hopeful eyes.
“I mean, I’m not in a rush to kick you out of bed Santi,” You say softly as you cup his cheek and place a tender kiss to his lips, “What about you Frankie?” You ask as you turn back to him, kissing him just as tenderly.
“No complaints here, s’long as you’re both happy, I’m happy.” He says with a genuine, toothy grin as he kisses your forehead.
“I’d like that too, thank you, both of you.” Santi says softly as he settles back into your side, a hand coming up to palm your breast, gently, comfortingly.
“One condition.” You say, trying to hide your smirk as you keep a straight face.
“Oh?” Frankie says as he rubs his thumb over the swell of your shoulder.
“You’re my boys not the other way round, got it?” You say as you lift your chin in faux derision. Then you see the two of them share a look and you realise your mistake.
“That so?” Santi rumbles as he smiles at Frankie with a wicked glint in his eye. His hand trails down form your breast to your hip, as Frankie mirrors the action. You’re exhausted and are about to whine in protest, then they did something you didn’t expect.
They start to tickle you.
Thick fingers unrelenting on both your sides as you squeal and writhe trying to get away form them but you were no match for the two of them, tears streaming down your face as your whole body crackles with kinetic energy. By the time they deem you’ve suffered enough you’re a mass of interconnected limbs, soft chuckles and lingering kisses against sweaty, musky skin. You slip off to sleep with two strong bodies caging you in, you’d never felt so safe, so whole.
We should have done this years ago.
You think as you feel sleep tugging at your mind.
“Oh and Santi?” You hear Frankie mumble as you struggle to stay awake to listen in.
“Hmm?” Santi responds sleepily.
“We need a rematch, was too close to tell who won out bet.”
“Shut up Fish, go to sleep.” Santi grumbles but you can feel his lips curve up into a smile as he kisses your shoulder. Nothing had ever felt more right in the world than having your best friends wrapped around you, naked, sated, and whole.