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It had been Lawrence’s idea. Or, at least, he’d been the first one to ask.
“Adam,” he’d said over breakfast one morning, as Adam was engaged in a battle of wits against the Gordons’ stupidly complicated espresso machine, “how would you feel about all three of us trying something?”
Adam pressed one of the buttons, and the words Cold Brew popped up on the display. He frowned. “Like– what, like a threesome?”
He’d been joking, but Lawrence’s silence stretched out just long enough for him to turn around.
Lawrence’s face was pink. “Well, yes,” he said, and Adam’s brain briefly shut down before undergoing an entire system reboot. Spinning circle and all.
“What,” he said, flatly.
The doctor cleared his throat. “You know that we love you,” he began, and Adam took it as his cue to sit heavily on the stool beside him at the breakfast nook, espresso machine abandoned. “And that Alison– well, she likes to watch the two of us, and you like watching me and Alison.”
He swallowed, hard. “Uh-huh.”
“Would it be– would you like to…” He cleared his throat again. “Alison and I have been talking, and she’d like to try a more hand-on approach. With all three of us.”
“Fucking absolutely,” Adam said, nearly before he’d finished. “I– today? Right now? As soon as she gets home from dropping Diana off?”
Lawrence laughed, reaching forward to brush a lock of hair off his boyfriend’s forehead.
“Tonight,” he said. “If you’re up for it.”
Adam sank into his lap, kissing him deeply. “Oh, I’m up for it,” he said, and set about making Lawrence forget about his breakfast completely.
—
They were all on the floor of the Gordon’s stupidly enormous bedroom, Alison above his head, Lawrence kneeling between his legs, and Adam was pretty sure he’d died at some point and gone to heaven.
Alison’s hair tickled his nose as she leaned down. “We’ll take care of you,” she said, her voice soft. Her hands were gentle on Adam’s face, tracing over his jaw, his neck. Her fingertips dug ever so slightly into the mark her husband had left on his throat that morning. “If you’re good. You’re going to be good for us, aren’t you?”
He nodded, each stuttered breath lifting the tendrils of blonde hair casting over him like a curtain. “Y-yeah. I’ll be good.”
Lawrence chuckled, his hands smoothing up Adam’s torso, sliding up his shirt. “You’re shaking, love.”
“Can you blame him?” Alison leaned in and kissed her husband, the motion of her sitting forward letting Adam’s head press back against her thighs. From here, beneath them, he could see the flutter of Lawrence’s lashes as he closed his eyes into the kiss.
The doctor’s hands were still on his skin, steady and warm. His fingers pressed gently to the scars on Adam’s chest before skating up to graze his nipples. Adam’s breath caught; he could feel the weight of Lawrence hovering over him, not pressing down, not pinning him, but keeping him trapped nonetheless.
“Please.” It left his lips in a whimper. “Please, p-please…”
“What is it, baby?” Alison asked, carding her fingers through his hair. “Do you want him to fuck you?”
His hips bucked at the suggestion, rutting against the swell of Lawrence’s stomach. “Yeah. Fuck. Please, yes.”
“Is that the only word you know?” Lawrence murmured, gentle amusement in his voice as he tugged Adam’s shirt off. Alison helped him, supporting Adam’s neck as she lifted his head off her lap just long enough for Lawrence to work the shirt over his head and cast it off to the side. “Please?”
“It’s–” He swallowed. “It’s the only one I need.”
Alison laughed at that. “You’re not wrong, pretty thing.”
He was sure that he was wet enough now for them both to smell it, the clean, sharp scent of his arousal soaking through his boxers. Lawrence trailed his hands back down his body, pausing at the dip of his pelvic bone to trace down the sharp jut.
“We need to feed you better,” he said, his tone a little distracted. “You’re skin and bone.”
Adam arched up into his touch. He felt like he could devour the universe itself if Lawrence and Alison wanted him to. As long as it meant they’d be there, touching him like this, kissing his hair, murmuring sweetly to him and making him feel treasured, he would do anything.
“Please,” he said again, the word cracking down the middle, and Lawrence slid his jeans and boxers down off his legs in one smooth motion, exposing him to the pleasantly cool air of the apartment.
“Look at that,” Alison murmured, her thumb smoothing past the corner of his lips; he chased it with his lips, mindlessly, and she indulgently slipped it into his mouth for him to suck. “You’re so wet for us, Adam. We should’ve put a towel down– you’re going to drip all over the floor.”
“I’ll clean it,” he said, voice clumsy around her thumb in his mouth, his thoughts in a whirl. “I’ll– I’ll clean it up.”
Her fingers tugged lightly at his hair, sending little sparks of pain down his spine. “With your tongue, if I asked?”
“Y-yeah. Anything. Anything you want.”
Lawrence’s mouth was on his knee, kissing slowly down his thigh, down to where Adam was trembling with the restraint of keeping his hips from bucking. He was going to be patient. He was going to be good.
“What I want right now is for you to do what you do best.” Alison leaned down to kiss his nose. “You’re going to lay there and look handsome, and let us make you feel good.”
It was all he could do not to bite down on the tender skin of her thumb as Lawrence slowly dragged his tongue over Adam’s cunt, moaning unabashedly against his slick folds. Adam writhed, hips shuddering, as he effortlessly found his clit and gave it a teasing flick.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Oh– oh, god, fuck–”
“Does he taste good?” Alison asked, and Lawrence nodded, the motion letting his lips brush over Adam’s clit again. “Mm, you’ll have to restrain yourself a little, then. I don’t want you to make him cum right away. I want you to make it last.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lawrence murmured against Adam’s cunt, and Adam let out a helpless, broken sound as he set to work, lapping around him hungrily. Lawrence always ate him out like he was a man possessed, savoring every part of him, drinking in every gasp he was able to wring out of him. He sucked at his clit, tongue flicking over it rapidly, and Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head, feet kicking out involuntarily.
Alison was laughing. “So sensitive,” she teased, gently wiping away the sweat beading on Adam’s brow. “Isn’t he good with his mouth? The first time he went down on me, he was so eager. I think he almost drowned. I had to pull him back by his hair, just so he could breathe. He just didn’t want to stop.”
An inhuman sound left Adam’s lips as Lawrence’s tongue fucked into him, curling up once against his g-spot before retreating again to lap at the slick that was pooling around his chin. Lawrence’s hands were gripping his thighs, fingers digging in as Adam trembled under him. He couldn’t stop moaning.
“He wasn’t all that good at it at first, honestly,” Alison continued, her tone light. “Enthusiastic, but very sloppy. I had to show him what to do. Talked him through it, gave him some tips. He’s an excellent learner, don’t you think?”
Adam nodded, stomach shuddering with every quick breath. Lawrence’s tongue was moving against his clit again, faster and faster–
“Stop,” Alison said, and Adam sobbed as Lawrence pulled away immediately. He looked down at him, dazed; the entire lower half of the doctor’s face was a mess of slick and spit, lips pink and panting. “We don’t want you to cum yet, angel,” Alison murmured, carding through Adam’s hair. “Not yet. Not until I say you can.” She looked up at Lawrence, still catching his breath. “And that goes for you, too.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” Lawrence raised a hand, as if he were about to wipe his chin, then thought better of it. He leaned forward over Adam’s body and kissed Alison deeply, letting her taste Adam on his lips, on his tongue. She let out a soft moan, shifting her weight under his head; Adam could tell she was squeezing her thighs together to quell her own arousal.
They were both breathing heavily when they broke from the kiss, and Lawrence leaned down to kiss Adam sweetly, chastely on the lips, offering him only a tiny sip of what he’d allowed Alison.
“What do you want, sweet thing?” Alison asked as Adam whimpered in frustration.
“Please, let–” Adam squirmed. “Please, let him fuck me. I w-want– I want him inside me, Alison, I-I need it…”
She smiled at him, clearly proud of him for asking her instead of Lawrence. “I’m sure he wants to as well. Don’t you, Lawrence?”
Lawrence nodded, sitting back on his heels to catch his breath. “I do. God, I do.”
“Ask nicely,” she said, and Lawrence swallowed hard.
“Please, Alison.” The combination of submission and pure want in his voice sent another pulse of arousal through Adam, and he spread his legs even further apart, trying to steady his breathing. Lawrence’s eyes burned as they met his. “Look at him, love– wouldn’t you die to be inside him? Don’t you want to see the look in his eyes, the sounds he makes?”
Alison bent to kiss Adam, softly claiming his lips. “He is awfully gorgeous,” she murmured, as if Adam wasn’t right there, panting and trying not to squirm in her lap. “But as much as I’d like to hear him…I think I can find something better for him to do than just look pretty.”
She raised his head with one of her hands, moving a pillow to replace her legs as his support. Adam tried to crane his neck to see what she was doing, but she rose to her feet and stepped out of view behind him.
Lawrence was smiling at her, watching each movement. “You’re sure it won’t overwhelm him?”
“Of course.” There was a whisper of fabric. “He’s said before how much he loves it.”
Adam suddenly understood what was about to happen, and his mouth began watering. Sure enough, when Alison came back into his view, she was completely naked, her small, lovely breasts bobbing as she brushed a lock of Adam’s hair off his forehead.
“Can I ride your face while he fucks you, Adam?” she asked, and something in Adam’s brain broke.
He nodded frantically. “Yes,” he managed. “Y-yes, yeah, please.”
Alison smiled, and kneeled up. Her thighs framed Adam’s face as she hovered above him, and the sight and scent of her cunt, pink and wet and lovely, sent yet another shiver of helpless arousal through him.
“If you can’t breathe,” she said, “tap Lawrence’s thigh or mine three times, alright?”
“I will, please, please–”
“Not yet.” Alison traced down his face with two of her fingers. “I want to watch, first.” She looked up at Lawrence, and so did Adam. His breath caught– while he’d been preoccupied with Alison, Lawrence had disrobed entirely. He was kneeling naked between Adam’s legs, utterly bare apart from his prosthetic. Adam traced his eyes greedily along the wide swell of his stomach, his broad shoulders, his thick cock, head damp with precum that Adam’s mouth watered to taste.
“You’re so lovely, Adam,” Lawrence said softly, tracing a hand down his shuddering chest, down his stomach, ghosting over his aching clit. “Oh, I can’t believe we get to have you like this. We’re so lucky.”
“Enormously lucky,” Alison agreed. “Thank you for letting us, sweetheart.”
He would’ve laughed at that, at her thanking him, if the synapses in his brain weren’t completely fried. “Want it,” he said stupidly, instead. “Want it, want you, please…”
“I do think that’s the only word he knows,” she said, amused. Lawrence’s hands were on him, two fingers sliding inside effortlessly, making sure he was ready for him, and Adam shook, breath hot against Alison’s thighs as she knelt above him. “Ready?”
Before he could say please again, Lawrence sank into him, filling him in one smooth motion. Adam’s eyes fluttered shut as he let out a debauched moan, fingers scrabbling uselessly for purchase on the wood floor. Lawrence was thick and hot and perfect, twitching minutely inside him as he adjusted. Adam could tell from the nearly pleasure-drunk look on the doctor’s face that Adam’s body was cradling him perfectly, fluttering around him as little pulses of arousal coursed through him.
“How does he feel?” Alison asked softly, and Lawrence answered before Adam could even find the words.
“Oh, god, he’s perfect. Christ, Alison, he’s– fuck, he’s so wet, so warm…made to take me like this. Made for us.”
He started to move, gentle little thrusts, drawing back only a little as if he couldn’t bear to be out of him for too long before sinking back in deep. Adam writhed around him, pathetic little whines drifting from his bitten throat.
Alison’s fingers found his lips again, and he opened his mouth automatically, tongue lolling out like a dog’s. “Three taps if it’s too much,” she reminded him, and lowered down to rest her weight on her thighs, letting her cunt sink to kissing distance.
He dove in hungrily, moaning against her. She was sweet and salted like the sea, honey on his tongue. She was wet from watching them, from touching him, and as he sucked desperately on her clit he felt Lawrence twitch inside him at the sight.
The doctor had found a rhythm, rolling into him at a steady pace, making his spine arch with dazed pleasure without entirely overwhelming him. Adam could die like this, tongue buried in Alison’s pussy, Lawrence buried in him, and be perfectly happy. As long as heaven felt like this, he’d be content.
Soft, muffled sounds drifted down from above him, and he realized hazily that they were kissing. Lawrence was moaning into Alison’s mouth, hands coming down again to trace over Adam’s chest, to follow the trail of hair down to where he was buried in him. His fingers found his clit, clumsy with pleasure but sure of his body, knowing him as well as he did by now, and Adam spasmed as he came suddenly, gasping against Alison’s slick folds. Ecstasy washed over him, ceaseless and heady, and he distantly heard Alison chuckle.
“That didn’t take long,” she said, her voice breathy. She knelt up to let him breathe, but even as dazed as he was in the aftershocks, he gripped her thighs and brought her back down, delving into her and panting his pleasure into her body. “Oh– oh, Adam–”
“He’s so good,” Lawrence groaned, hips stuttering. “Fuck– god, if y-you could feel him–” He was thrusting deeper now, faster, despite how steady he’d tried to make his movements before, and Adam’s head spun at the idea of him being unable to hold himself back, at being so intoxicated by Adam’s body that he couldn’t help but fuck him even harder. “So good, so perfect–”
Alison’s hips rocked in tight little circles over him, and Adam kept his mouth open, his tongue steady, letting her ride him, letting her use him. It didn’t take long for her to start to tremble, high, sweet moans leaving her. “Adam,” she breathed, and the fluttering pulse of her cunt, the honey-sweet release of her over his mouth, her shaking thighs– it was the most beautiful he’d ever seen her.
She let him clean her up for a scant few seconds before moving off his face to let them both breathe. Adam was sure his face was a mess, slick with sweat and cum and drool, blushing hard, breath coming quicker as Lawrence rutted into him.
“You’re on the edge again,” Alison sighed, hands smoothing down his chest to feel the frantic flutter of his heart. “Is he squeezing around you, Lawrence? Can you feel it?”
“Y-yes,” Lawrence said through gritted teeth. Adam looked up– his brows were knitted, hair flopping loose over his forehead, cheeks lit up with pink. “God, he’s– he’s close– oh, Alison, I– I want to cum inside him–”
Alison kissed Adam’s forehead. “Tell him what you want, baby,” she said, and Adam let out a sob.
“Lawrence, do it,” he begged, one hand stretching out, trembling, to lay on top of the hand Lawrence was gripping his hips with, holding him down. “I wanna f-feel it, I wanna– wanna be full of you, please cum inside me, please, p-please–”
Lawrence let out a strangled groan and buried himself inside Adam’s body with one final thrust. Adam felt his own body clench weakly with another orgasm as he was filled, the thick heat of Lawrence flooding through him, so deep it felt like his whole body was full of him. He was sobbing now, helpless shudders wracking him as he seized and writhed. Alison’s hands were steady and soothing on his skin, petting his hair, wiping his tears away.
“So good,” he realized she was crooning to him, as the blood rushing in his ears died away. Pleasure still fizzed through his body, little shivers coursing through him. “So good for us, Adam. Such a good boy. Such a lovely, handsome, perfect boy.”
Lawrence’s lips found his, loose and gentle. The weight of his body on Adam’s was a comfort, pressing him down steadily. He’d pulled out of him at some point, Adam realized, feeling his cunt flutter around nothing. His cum dripped out of him with every little pulse, and, unthinking, he let his shaking fingers drift down to push it back inside himself.
“Sweetheart, let me,” Alison murmured, a gentle laugh in her voice. “Here. Lawrence, watch his head– make sure he stays on the pillow. The last thing we need is a concussion.”
Lawrence’s face was above him now, smiling just as dazedly as Adam was sure he was. “Hi,” he said, kissing his forehead.
“H-hi.” Adam reached up to trace over his cheek, still gulping in deep breaths. “Holy shit, that was…”
“I know.” He glanced up, looking between Adam’s legs, and his smile widened. “Oh, it looks like it isn’t over for you, pet.”
“Wh–” Adam wasn’t able to get the word out whole before he felt Alison’s tongue press against him, hungry little laps around his throbbing clit and weakly fluttering entrance. Adam let out a hoarse cry, hips bucking slightly as she ate him out, swallowing her husband’s cum combined with Adam’s. Her thumb drifted up, rubbing quick, gentle circles against his clit, and Adam saw actual stars as he came for the third and final time, tears leaking down his face.
“N-no more,” he gasped out as soon as he could speak. “I– I’m t-tapping out, I’m tapping out. Fuck. H-holy shit.”
Alison drew back immediately, licking her lips clean. “Are you alright, Adam?”
He let out a dazed laugh at that, feeling Lawrence’s thumb gently wipe away his tears. “Jesus. Uh, yeah. I’m f-fuckin’...I’m just peachy.”
Lawrence chuckled, bending down to kiss his forehead sweetly. “As soon as you can stand, we should shower,” he said. “You’re a mess, love.”
“Whose…whose fault is that?” Adam managed. He heard Alison laugh as she stood up, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Lawrence for long enough to see where she was going. “Seriously, that was…oh my god. I don’t even…there’s no fucking words. That was fucking incredible.”
“I’m so glad.” Lawrence kissed him again, upside-down. “Thank you for letting us, Adam. We love you so much.”
“Love you too.” He let out a happy little sigh, stretching out as best he could. “A shower sounds nice. But don’t think for a second that I’m not gonna cuddle the absolute shit out of you two once we’re all clean.”
“The bed should be big enough to fit all of us.” Lawrence hummed, and Adam thought, not for the first time, how lucky he was that his heart was, too.