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Peeta coughs up the water that went into the wrong pipe.
"You want to do what?" he asks, his voice hoarse. He coughs again.
"A threesome," Katniss says, her eyes lowered, cheeks red. She looks radiant in her signature braid, a faded hoodie, and scuffed-up sneakers.
Peeta looks at Gale, who is leaning back in the worn armchair that has seen and greeted generations of college students.
"It's not like we have to touch dicks or anything, this is more for Katniss," Gale explains.
Peeta leans forward. "Wait, this is your idea?" he asks her. Katniss hits Gale on the arm, her brows knit into a scowl.
"You're not giving him the whole story," Katniss says, and Gale sighs.
"I want to have a girl threesome for my birthday but Katniss put one condition: that we have a guy one first," Gale explains, sitting unmoving, wearing a dark band t-shirt and distressed jeans.
Gale and Katniss have been a couple for as long as Peeta has known them. His eyes ping pong between them.
"And you picked me?" he asks. It was noon a Thursday, leaving the frat living room empty. The sun coming in at an angle through the windows.
"Katniss did," Gale states simply, looking over at her. She nods but still struggles to meet Peeta's eyes.
"And you're fine with that? Actually, scratch that. Who is the girl you-" Peeta points at Gale "want to fuck so badly that you would let me touch her?" He moves his finger to Katniss.
If Peeta was together with Katniss he'd never even entertain the idea of a threesome. Who could even compare to her? She was smart and funny, a hard worker, had a strong moral compass, and knew what she wanted out of life. Not to mention she was absolutely gorgeous.
At Peeta's comment, Katniss's mouth goes sour. "Madge Undersea."
Peeta nods as if that makes any sense at all. Madge? Sure, she was pretty, smart, a little shy, but she was Katniss's best friend.
Peeta wants to ask if Madge knows about this or if she has even agreed to being part of this strange experience. But he thinks better of it. Peeta has secretly harbored a crush on Katniss since he first met her, and she and Gale are offering him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"So what's on the table then?" Peeta asks, and the couple look at each other.
"We... We haven't talked about it yet," Gale admits, and Peeta closes his eyes.
"Okay, so let's do it now. Katniss, can I kiss you? What about oral? Giving and/or receiving it. Sorry about the wording here but like... Um... Can I fuck you? What are the boundaries here?"
Katniss looks at Gale. For a second they are quiet, a silent battle.
"I'm fine with kissing and oral," she states, still looking at Gale.
"Great, I'm okay with that. Gale?"
"I'm okay with that," Gale answers slowly, the implications of these boundaries working in his head. If there would be no penetration that would mean no penetration with Madge either. "Are you sure about not wanting penetration?" he asks Katniss quietly. "We'd be wearing condoms, of course."
Katniss mulls it over and finally looks at Peeta who gives her the white-person smile. Why do they do that? Could she imagine how it would feel to have Peeta inside her? She didn't mind the thought of it. But what about Madge? Could she bear it? Or more importantly, could she look at it?
She looks back at Gale with a sigh. This terribly awkward situation was after all his fault. Peeta was responding to all of this remarkably well; she had no clue how Madge would take it.
"Okay, penetration is fine." Gale smiles at her then takes her hand and kisses it.
"And when are we doing this?" Peeta asks.
"Are you available this weekend?" Gale asks, scooting forward in the armchair.
"Saturday, but it has to be before practice or I'll not be much help," Peeta says and winks at Katniss who lets out a tinkling laugh.
"Great, come over to our apartment Saturday. When's your practice?"
They work out the specifics and Peeta slumps into the sagging green couch after they leave him in the small living room of his frat house. He is going to be touching Katniss Everdeen in two days.
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When Peeta knocks on their door that following Saturday, Katniss is practically shaking when she opens the door.
Peeta looks newly showered with slightly damp curls covering his forehead. The smell of soap and laundry detergent seaps into the doorway. His hand is shoved down in stiff blue jean pockets. Flowers are peeking out of a school tote bag.
"For you," he says and hands her the tote. "the two of you." She peeks in as they walk into the small studio apartment. Inside are two different kinds of condoms, a tupperware with some kind of baked good, and a bouquet of flowers from the grocery store.
"You shouldn't have," she says with a small smile, placing the flowers in the largest glass they own. They have no vases; there had never been any need for one before.
"Hey man," Gale says as he walks out of the bathroom.
While the men greet each other, Katniss peeks into the Tupperware. Inside sit six perfect lemon cookies with frosting so shiny she could almost see her reflection in them. They smell heavenly.
"So, how do we start?" says Gale eagerly.
Katniss and Peeta look at each other. The air in the apartment suddenly feels stale.
"How about some music?" Peeta says after a beat of silence. "And is it okay if I open a window? Just a small crack. We wouldn't want to scandalize the neighborhood," he jokes, and to his relief Katniss laughs.
"Please do. What music do you like?" she asks as she picks up her phone.
"I'm not picky, I usually just look up some finished sex playlist on Spotify," Peeta says as he opens the closest window. Katniss hums and soon the room is filled with Ariana Grande's Dangerous Woman.
"How about the two of you start and I'll join when I see the opportunity?" Peeta suggests.
"Okay," Katniss says and looks at Gale who nods.
"Works for me."
That lands Peeta in a chair watching Katniss and Gale make out on their bed. Not exactly thrilling.
After what feels like forever, Gale removes his pants, exposing a dark penis surrounded by darker pubic hair.
What has he gotten himself into? This might be the least sexy situation that Peeta has ever been a part of.
"Take off your pants and Peeta can take you from behind," Gale says, and Katniss nods and removes her jeans. Peeta is about as soft as a person can be and even the sight of Katniss's dark legs doesn't change that. But he moves toward the bed anyway.
Sometimes you just have to take things into your own hands. Katniss shyly positions herself on all fours as she takes Gale's penis in her mouth, who groans in pleasure.
Peeta feels Katniss' shyness transfer to himself. He doesn't want to pull his dick out. So instead, he gets down on his knees on the floor. Katniss is positioned so from this vantage point her beautiful glistening vagina is in his face.
He places a hand on her ankle to warn her of his presence. Then he slowly moves his mouth down next to his hand, kissing the skin above his thumb. Her legs are freshly shaved and moisturized. The smell of the lotion picks at his nortrils. He wonders if she did it especially for this situation. He trimmed his pubic hair to prepare. It felt like the polite thing to do.
He lets his mouth slowly travel up her lower leg, then up the back of her thigh. When he gets halfway up, she actually moans a little, and the sound makes Peeta's blood run faster.
He kissed the spot again, gaining another moan, he smiled into her skin. It's smooth and warm againt him. He kissed slightly higher, feeling how blood was starting to pool in his dick. As his lips traveled higher, her moans were growing louder.
"You like that huh?" The words escape him before he can second guess them, his mouth transitioning from her thigh to the swell of her ass cheek.
This close, he can smell the addictive musky scent of her vagina. Instead of placing his mouth on it, he moves to her other ass cheek and a slight groan escapes her.
If Gale hadn't been here, Peeta might have asked her to beg for it, but currently it felt wrong. So he finally dragged his tongue over her wet sex, placing his hands firmly on her hips to anchor her.
She tastes heavenly, but better than that was the soft mewl she lets out as she lets Gale's dick fall out of her mouth. Peeta did it again and Gale stroked himself twice before gliding his tip against Katniss's mouth.
Peeta teases his tongue at the top of her vagina, close to her asshole, but since rimming hadn't been discussed, he leaves it be.
"If you arch a little, I can reach your clitoris better," he instead says into her skin, smiling as she arches for him. Since she's being so good, he decides to reward her with a dip of his tongue inside her tight walls. Katniss gasps and reactively pushes back slightly onto him. He's absolutely going to tongue fuck her later.
But for now, he moves down to her clitoris. It's already slightly swollen and he toys with the hood a little, moving one of his hands to separate her lips a little to give him better access.
He is fully hard now, his erection straining against his jeans, he should have worn something less stiff.
He continues working her and her soft moans turn more and more desperate. Gale has momentarily given up trying to get his dick sucked and is stroking it watching them. As Katniss is slowly falling apart under his mouth.
The pleasure of his hot mouth on her feels unbelievable. He's stroking her clit in consistent swipes and she wishes she was on her back so that she could grab onto his hair. Instead she grabs the comforter moaning into the air.
Gale tries for the fourth time to get her to suck his dick but it's hard to focus but she closes her mouth around his tip and he rocks into her.
The pleasure builds inside her and she pushes back onto Peeta's mouth. She might actually be able to orgasm like this; usually she needs to at least halt a little with her hands. But now the imminent pleasure radiating through her body seems like a promise.
When she's positioned like this, she can feel Peeta's straight narrow nose tease her and a part of her wonders if he can breathe but he isn't complaining, instead she can feel him moan into her periodically.
The thought of him eating her out being somehow pleasurable spurs her on and she doesn't feel any shame when he groans into her as she once again pushes back slightly more.
The vibration would probably tickle her if it didn't feel so good. She feels how her release is close so she pushes Gale away to warn him.
"Peeta, I'm coming," and she feels him lock in becoming, if possible, more consistent with his tongue. Then she feels it, the tell-tale heat traveling up and engulfing her insides. She leans her head into the mattress giving Peeta even better access as he licks out the last strands of pleasure before she falls apart. Her insides strumming rhythmically as he works her through it.
As she's coming down, she hears Gale speak.
"Let's switch places."
Peeta kisses her left butt cheek before standing and getting the condoms from the kitchen island.
"Ribbed or thin?"
"Thin," Gale answers, and Peeta throws him the package, tearing it open. Peeta removes his pants and shirt but leaves his boxers on before he climbs into bed. Katniss is still wearing her shirt and she sits back onto her heels to remove it when Peeta touches her hip.
"May I?"
"Sure."
Peeta grins at her cheekily and grabs at the bottom of her black tank top. He pulls it up slowly without breaking eye contact and somehow this feels more intimate than the fact that he'd just been the first person to make her cum without assistance.
His eyes are so kind, and deep blue. His pupils fat with lust. She closes her eyes briefly when the shirt goes over her head. Then they meet again but this time his smile is gone, now his jaw is relaxed as he takes in her body. Nude with the exception of a black lace bra.
Peeta's mouth opens as if to say something, he wants to tell her that she's beautiful. But his eyes instead catch on Gale, standing behind her putting on a condom.
"Can I take this off?" he asks and touches the side of her ribs right under the lace. She shivers slightly at the touch but nods. Peeta reaches behind her with one hand and the bra loosens around her and she lets it fall to the bed.
"Can you lean over a little, and maybe move in a bit more?" Gale asks. And she does, Peeta's hands steady her as she moves on her knees on the malleable surface.
It brings her closer to Peeta and as she leans forward, Peeta's lips close on her neck. The pressure makes her lean into him even more, encouraging him to continue. She takes one of his hands and places it on her breast. He traces her nipple with the pad of his large thumb. It feels slightly rough, but the stimulation makes her nipple harden.
Behind her, Gale slides into her. She's leaning forward but she's not on all fours. Peeta's sturdy body holding her up slightly. He continues to kiss her neck as Gale starts moving inside her. Peeta nips at her slowly moving towards her ear.
When he reaches it he sucks slightly on her earlobe. Nuzzling into her hair.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, "and you felt so good on my mouth. I can't wait to make you come again..." His fingers continue to play with her nipple.
"... I'm so lucky to have tasted you." His hand starts to skim down her body. "And your moans are music to my ears, I'd bottle the sound if I could." His breath tickles against her ear. His hand reaches her hip. She takes it and shamelessly moves it to her clit, needing some relief. His fingers start to make slow gentle circles.
Katniss moves both her hands to Peeta's boxers, pulling them down slightly making his erection spring free. When she touches it, Peeta moans softly. And she strokes it in pace with his touch.
"God your hand feels so good around me," he whispers, "you're being so good to me, pushing back against me when I ate you out. That was so sexy."
It's a lot to handle, his hand on her clit, his sweet talk, and Gale pushing into her from behind. Katniss isn't used to talking during sex, not more than "just like that" or "fuck, don't stop" but Peeta has a mouth on him in more ways than one.
"You turn me on so much, Katniss," he breathes into her. "I can't wait to feel you around me." Just the words make his balls heavy and tight and the end of his sentence comes out a little broken.
He can also hear on Katniss's breathing that she's getting closer. So he focuses on that on the sweet whimpers that escape her lips.
"Kiss me as I cum," she whispers suddenly, and he does, pulling away from her ear and gently pressing against her. The kiss is slow and open-mouthed and she moans into him as her second orgasm takes her. Peeta makes sure not to let the feel of her lips distract him from his pace, he needs this to be good for her.
"Uh fuck, yes. Cum around me," Gale practically yells as his thrusts become uneven spilling his load into the condom behind Katniss. She is still going, Peeta stroking her through it when Gale has stopped moving trying to catch his breath.
Their lips slowly glide against each other as Katniss squeezes her eyes shut. When her orgasm ebbs, Gale pulls out and she still has Peeta's rock hard dick in her hand.
Gale is breathing hard and swearing behind her. He often does that after sex, like the force of his orgasm knocks the politeness out of him.
"Shit," he says, "I'll jump into the shower but continue, just the two of you." He moves off the bed and starts towards the bathroom. The water starts soon after, the door still open.
"Get a condom and you can finish inside me," she says, emboldened by Peeta's earlier dirty talk, "unless you want a blowjob," she adds quickly.
"But I want to make you cum one more time," Peeta pleads and he sounds so earnest that it makes Katniss laugh a little.
"So use your hands."
"When I went down on you I vowed to tongue fuck you."
"Okay," she breathes, feeling a little unsteady. It had made her knees soft when he'd stuck his tongue in her in the beginning but she'd never been tongue fucked before.
"I'd rather tongue fuck you, than cum," he states boldly. And she blushes.
"Let's sixty-nine."
Peeta smiles, "I'm on the bottom, I need you to sit on my face."
"Okay," she agrees.
"And just use your hand on me, I'd rather you be fully seated on me."
"Okay," she promises.
Peeta removes his boxers completely and lays down on the bed. Tentatively she positions herself above him. Slowly leaning down until she feels his touch.
She tastes a bit like latex but Peeta doesn't mind. This will be his only chance and he intends to show her a good time. His tongue slips into her and heat and musk and pressure envelop him.
He moves his hands to her hips making her sit more on him, he can take it. At the same time her hands are stroking him. Peeta is thicker than Gale, and it's the first white penis she's ever seen in real life. The head is a dark almost purple color and at the base, short blond curls surround it. To her surprise his ball sack seams to be bigger too.
The feel of Peeta's tongue moving in and out of her feels indescribable. It almost burns, but in a way that sends pleasure through her limbs. She's so sensitive now too. She'd had no time to enjoy the afterglow and it made the feel of his slick wet tongue feel next to godlike.
It didn't go as far in as a penis could but it was thicker especially at the bottom and the stretch of it made her forget her own name. She could feel his bottom lip against her clit.
When Peeta moaned she looked down at him and she could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed her down. She wished that she could hear his thoughts, or at least have him say dirty things to her.
"God Peeta," she moans into the room, "you feel so good inside me." She tries just letting the words flow out of her, not thinking too much. "The stretch of you-" she releases a ragged moan, "inside me. It’s... "
It feels good to talk; her words are somehow turning herself on. She allows herself to grind down on his face, feeling the pressure on her clit and the stretch of her opening intensify. She does it again and again. And as Peeta doesn’t complain, she starts to ride him.
Words tumble out of her. She isn’t sure if they make sense, but as the buildup thickens once again, she doesn’t care. She just needs to get there and hopefully get Peeta there too. He is leaking precum and she leans down to lick it, but the change in position makes the walls of her dam break.
She let's out a high whine, grinding down on Peeta. His dick forgotten and leaking against his stomach.
Gale looks himself in the bathroom mirror, it had barely steamed up since he'd left the door open.
When he walks out from the bathroom, he freezes. They are on the bed, still going at it. Katniss is slowly moving up and down. He can see as Peeta’s dick slowly disappears into her, only to reappear as he drags up his length. The ribbed condom package laying ripped open on thebed beside them.
At almost every thrust, she lets out a soft sound into Peeta’s mouth. Their bodies are locked together on almost every level. Their chests pressed together, sliding with their movements.
Katniss’s arms are flung around Peeta’s shoulders and one of her hands is buried in his hair. One of Peeta’s hands is resting on her hip, the firm pressure of his fingers leaving indentations in her skin. The other is resting on the nape of her neck.
They’re moving as one, and if Gale didn’t know better, he’d say they were making love. They are so tender and slow. Katniss breathes out Peeta’s name against his mouth and Peeta swallows it greedily.
"You feel so good," she breathes against his lips. He’s so turned on he thinks he can’t take it anymore but he doesn’t want this to stop. So he lets her move above him.
"I might actually cum like this," Katniss whispers into his mouth.
"Yeah?" he whimpers. Because; oh god, he’d kill for that feeling.
"Yes, just let me," she starts but kisses him more instead of continuing her sentence. He doesn’t complain.
She whines into his mouth and then he feels it. The unmistakable feeling of her internal walls moving against him. He can’t help it, his balls are so tight and she feels so warm and welcoming around him. He spills into the condom. Her orgasm is longer than his and the feel of her moving around him after he’s already spent is so comforting that he bucks into her one last time.
Their bodies still, but their lips keep on moving. Both knowing that the second they stop they’ll never kiss again.