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You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve sighed. Usually, having Arthur or Isaac run their fingers through your hair while the other caresses your back is more than enough to make you fall asleep. But tonight, it isn’t working.
They’re both fast asleep, their steady breaths the only sound in the bedroom, while you’re still wide awake. It’s been almost two hours — if you didn’t misread the clock on the wall in the darkness. You’re starting to feel annoyed, in addition to restless. You sigh quietly, careful not to disturb your lovers, and try to turn around. Maybe this side will make it easier to fall asleep. You close your eyes and try to relax, but it feels like your body hasn't fully shut down. You sigh again, clicking your tongue in frustration.
“Can’t sleep, luv?” he whispers. You open your eyes, coming face to face with sapphire blue ones.
“I’m sorry, Arthur. Did I wake you?” you reply in a low tone, careful not to disturb Isaac behind you.
“It’s fine, don’t worry,” he reassures you, his hand searching for yours and intertwining your fingers. “Do you want to talk?”
“It’s nothing. Just sleep running away from me,” you sigh again, a pout forming on your lips.
He hums, a smile forming on his lips. “I know just the way to help you, then.” He brings your joined hands to his lips, smirking as he kisses your knuckles.
“Is that all you think about?” you laugh through your nose, leaning your face closer to his.
“Excuse me?” Arthur feigns offense. “I’ll have you know that it is not. However…” His arm circles around your waist, pulling the rest of your body closer to him, and you can feel his already semi-hard cock against your thigh. “It’s an effective way to tire you out so you can sleep soundly. And it just so happens that I’m here to help you.”
“You’re impossible,” you giggle, kissing him.
The writer kisses you back in the same instant. His tongue asks to deepen the kiss, and the moment you let him, he rolls you onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you. His hand still holds yours, pinning it to the bed beside your head, while he supports his elbow on the other side of your head, caging you in. You lock your legs around him, and he grinds his hips against yours, groaning with the friction. His lips descend to your neck and exposed collarbone, leaving a trail of hot kisses that warm you up. You buck your hips to meet his hard cock, seeking that delicious friction again.
You don’t notice the rustling of sheets beside you, so you startle when you hear your other lover’s voice. “Are you two serious right now?”
You stop kissing and turn your heads simultaneously, watching Isaac rub his eyes and sigh. Arthur has a smirk on his face, which makes you think he probably heard Isaac waking up.
“I’m sorry, Isaac!”
“Don’t worry,” he replies with a soft smile. His gaze turns to Arthur, silently questioning what you two are up to.
“The bird couldn’t sleep, so I offered some help,” the writer shrugs, smiling playfully.
“Of course you did,” Isaac sighs. “You… you could… have woken me up…” he mumbles slowly, as if debating with himself whether he should voice his thoughts out loud.
His gaze turns back to yours, and you can see the heat in his eyes. Even with the lights out and only the moon illuminating the bedroom, it’s clear to you. Isaac also has a small pout forming on his lips, and it suddenly strikes you that he isn’t upset because you two woke him up with your makeout session, but because you didn’t wake him up to participate.
“Join us, Isaac,” you whisper, reaching out your hand to him. Your fingers brush his bangs back, and you smile. “Please, I want you too.”
He groans and comes closer, kissing you. His hand cradles your face as he deepens the kiss, and you feel that electricity coursing through your body.
The writer chuckles and quickly removes his clothes. He tugs at the hem of your nightgown, making you and Isaac break the kiss for an instant to take it off. The physicist can’t resist, his hands massaging your breasts while his deft fingers pinch your nipples, drawing gasps and whines from you as he lovingly admires you.
Arthur groans at the sight, tugging at your undergarments and removing them as quickly as he can. He lies down on his stomach between your legs, looping his arms around your thighs and going straight for your pussy. He wastes no time; his tongue delves deep inside before moving to your clit, circling it before capturing it between his lips and sucking. You sigh, your hand flying to his dark locks. It spurs him on, and Arthur brings one hand to your pussy, coating his finger with your juices as he easily slips two fingers inside you. You let out a breathy moan, fisting his dark hair and drawing a groan from the writer.
Isaac takes your sounds as encouragement to give you more pleasure. He leans in, planting wet kisses on your breasts until he stops at your nipples. His tongue presses against your nipple, licking and nibbling while his hands roam over your body, groping every part he can. The sensations are enough to have you squirming and calling their names as your lovers shower you with pleasure.
“Keep it down, luv,” Arthur murmurs. “We don’t want to wake the whole mansion, now do we?”
You shake your head and bite down hard on your lip to try to contain your voice. The writer chuckles, amused by your reactions, and goes back to lapping and sucking your clit, his finger scissoring you open. You’re getting close, and Arthur can feel it; he senses your walls clenching around him every time he goes deeper. But he can’t let you come now; he needs to prepare you some more.
He pulls his fingers out, coated in your juices, and brings them to your ass. The dark-haired man caresses your other entrance, slowly pushing one finger inside. He looks up at you, watching for any sign of discomfort you might show. Your eyebrows furrow, and you close your eyes, but he can see it’s not from pain. He smiles and adds a second finger as he leans in, placing his mouth back on your pussy, his tongue stroking your walls.
Isaac notices your body trembling and your voice rising again. He leans back, admiring the work he’s done on your breasts, all the little marks adorning you beautifully. It makes him want to bite you so badly, to taste your blood, to have you squirm more between them. But he knows he needs to be a little more patient, just a little bit longer… But you look at him as if pleading for more, clutching his shoulder with your nails digging into him.
He nuzzles your jaw, gently nudging your head to the side to have easier access to your neck. His fangs graze your skin, and your hand slides into his hair to pull him closer. Arthur watches you both, his mouth leaving your pussy. You have half a mind to complain, but then you feel Isaac’s hand traveling down. His fingers readily take the place that Arthur’s tongue occupied before, plunging inside you just as his fangs sink into your neck. Your vision goes white, and it feels like you leave your body for a moment. Arthur’s arm wraps around your thigh, holding you tight to help ground you a little.
Isaac fights his instincts and stops drinking from you when he finishes riding you through your first orgasm. He pulls his fingers out of your pussy and brings them to his mouth to clean — or at least tries to, since he ends up making more of a mess with the blood around his lips. You whine, your gaze shifting between your two lovers.
“Yes, darling?” Arthur asks, slowly pulling his fingers out of your ass. He flashes you an innocent grin, but you know him well enough to see his intentions. He wants to make you beg for them.
“I want you,” you murmur. They don’t move, still staring at you, their eyes almost shining with lust in the dark. “I want you two,” you repeat a little louder, enough to make your voice clear for them. “Inside… I want both of you inside me now, please.”
“Ah, there it is,” the writer kisses your thigh and sits up. “What a good girl we have.”
They move in sync, quickly undressing themselves. The physicist lies down beside you, and you climb onto his lap with Arthur’s help. You kiss him deeply as soon as you’re face to face, aligning his cock with your pussy. You sink down slowly, feeling every inch, while your other lover still holds you by your hips from behind. Isaac groans, and his hands instantly fly to your waist as you start moving on top of him, rocking your hips and clenching your pussy to draw more moans from him.
Arthur watches you two for a moment, growling at the sight of your joined bodies. You look back at him over your shoulder. Your eyes are honest enough, already begging him to join you two, to sink his cock inside you as well and complete you.
“Please just come in too…” you say aloud anyway.
“Of course, my love,” he leans in, trapping you between them. His hot breath is on your ear, sending shivers down your body. “Take a deep breath.”
In the next second, his tip presses into your ass. The pressure is different but not unwelcome or painful, and the fact that Isaac has taken his fingertips to play with your clit helps a lot. Arthur peppers soft kisses on your shoulder blades and spine as he slowly sheaths his cock in your ass. Slowly, you get used to the feeling of being so full, their touches making you crave more.
“Are you ready?” Isaac whispers, ensuring they can move.
“Yes, please.”
“You heard her, Newt.”
Arthur leans back, pulling his cock out until just the tip, then slams back inside, ripping a loud moan from your throat. Isaac whines, the movement making you rock your hips against him. He starts to move beneath you, and you’re soon nothing but a blabbering mess.
The stimulation is overwhelming, but so good. You feel every ridge of their cocks as they thrust inside you. Each move rips a new sound from your throat, and you realize you just can’t keep the moans to yourself anymore. The feeling is as addictive as always, intoxicating, making you want — need — even more of them. You try to roll your hips and arch your back to get it, and your eyes roll back in pleasure.
“You feel so good,” Isaac whispers, his fingers now idly playing with your clit, just a teasing touch to keep you on edge. “So, so good.”
“Isaac…” you call his name in a loud moan.
“What I said about keeping it down, luv,” Arthur warns, and you clench tighter, crying out more.
“I can’t… Too much… too good…” you breathe out between moans.
“I’ll help you,” Isaac says, his hand moving from your breasts to your hair, tugging you down.
His tongue invades your mouth, and you whine as you taste a mix of your juices and blood. The physicist kisses you hard and passionately, his grip tightening in your hair every time you squeeze his cock harder. His cherry-blossom-colored eyes are half-open, wanting to see all the expressions you make for them. His gaze shifts slightly behind you, where he sees sapphire blue eyes staring down at him. Arthur is watching intently, his brows furrowed and biting his lip hard to prevent himself from being loud too. Suddenly, Isaac doesn’t know anymore if the moans he’s swallowing are yours or his.
The dark-haired man smiles, seeing and hearing his two lovers so lost in pleasure, and he can feel the tightening in his balls — the impending sign that he’s close. He leans down and supports one of his hands on the mattress, his chest pressing against your back, while his other hand has a tight grip on your hips. Isaac shoots him a half-hearted glare through your shoulder, and Arthur simply smiles, thrusting harder and putting more weight on top of you, rocking you against your other lover.
You feel like your body is about to give out, but you give your all to keep up with them. Just a little longer… You’re starting to tense; just a little more… They know you’re close — they can tell by the way your walls flutter and pulse around them.
Arthur nuzzles his nose against your shoulder and the nape of your neck, his fangs grazing your skin and making you shudder. “Luv, can I bite?”
Even sandwiched between them, you find room to break the sloppy kiss and nod vigorously. “Yes! Yes, please… and… and inside…” Your request makes them throb.
“Your wish is my command, my dear.”
Arthur’s fangs pierce your skin, and that familiar, overwhelming pleasure crashes down on you. An incoherent moan escapes you as both of your holes clamp down hard on their cocks, your body trembling from the intensity of your climax.
Your eyes lock with the cherry-blossom-colored ones beneath you, and you know Isaac wants to bite you again. You’d love to have him do it, but you’re not sure you can handle it tonight. The writer reads the room in a matter of seconds. He lets go of your hips and offers his wrist to the other vampire, who smiles softly and accepts it. Isaac sinks his fangs in, and the sweet taste of blood is enough to send him over the edge, moaning against his lover’s skin as he drinks a little more. His cock pulses as he cums inside you, slowly stopping his thrusts.
Arthur moans with pleasure from the bite, and his hips stutter. He’s close, and the sight and sound of Isaac biting him, along with you whimpering on the edge of overstimulation between them, is incredibly hot. It only takes him a few more thrusts for his orgasm to crash down on him, and he goes as deep as he can while also cumming inside you.
You three stay connected for a moment, catching your breaths. Isaac gives you a tender peck, cradling your face and caressing it with his thumb. Arthur is the first to move, kissing your bite marks as he pulls out. You whine at the loss, and he watches as his release oozes out of your hole. Isaac moves right after, lifting your hips to pull out as well. Arthur’s gaze shifts a little further down, and he notices that your pussy is also leaking Isaac’s release.
Arthur squeezes your butt, groaning as his cock twitches at the sight. He thinks of saying something, but your body finally gives out, and you plop on top of Isaac. Both your boyfriends widen their eyes in worry.
“Are you okay?” the physicist asks.
“Yes, just exhausted now,” you yawn, nuzzling your face against Isaac’s neck and closing your eyes.
“Well, then it worked,” Arthur chuckles softly. He brushes your hair to the side, places a kiss on your back, and moves to leave the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
As he goes to the bathroom to clean himself and get what you need to clean up, the physicist carefully moves you to lie beside him, still embracing you. Your other boyfriend comes back after a few minutes with towels, handing one to Isaac. He turns you onto your back so Isaac can clean himself better, and he wipes you down, tossing the towel into a corner to deal with in the morning.
Arthur lies down beside you, and you turn to look at his face, throwing your arm over his torso. You lift your head, your eyes already closed from exhaustion, and peck his lips before flopping your head down again, resting your face in the curve of his neck.
Isaac pulls the blankets over the three of you again and snuggles behind you, embracing you. Your breaths are steady, already asleep.
“I told you it would work,” Arthur smiles, kissing your forehead.
And in no time you’re all sleeping together.