obsidian

“Oh, your boyfriend is Zayne?” Tara asks, as sweet as ever. You can’t help but furrow your brows in confusion.

“Who did you think I meant when I told you ‘he finally asked me’ then?” 

“No offense, but I thought you were talking about Caleb. I’m so happy for you two though!” Tara quickly moves on from her first assumption. Although she expressed her genuine support for your new relationship, you noticed Zayne remained stiff and a bit distant towards her. 

“Boyfriend? I thought your boyfriend was that Caleb guy?” Nero asks, genuinely confused as he sips on some sparkling water and looks between you and Zayne. 

“Caleb is just someone I grew up with. Zayne is my partner,” you justify through clenched teeth. Zayne’s eyes haze over with that blank look again, the peculiar look that you recognise as your boyfriend doing his darndest not to react too rashly. 

Zayne politely excuses himself from the chat. You follow him, a bit dejected that your announcements of being together haven't gone as planned. 

“Why is everyone making the same assumption?” Zayne asks as you two find a corner. There’s stress evident between his brows and his lips are all chewed up from his restraint.

“I don't know, Zayne. I didn't expect this either,” you mumble, reaching out to hold his hands in yours. 

“It's that Caleb. He must be doing this on purpose,” Zayne almost seethes.

“That’s a bit of a reach–” 

Zayne is out of your sight before you can finish your sentence. He’s always been the type to prefer to process things by himself, he hovers over the drinks table and slowly warms up to you again by the end of the night. 

Your car windows are foggy, streaked with fingerprints from your desperate attempts to ground yourself as Zayne ravishes you. He’s already sitting in a seat that’s slightly reclined back with you straddling his lap, both of you already half undressed from the travel to the car. 

With the tiny break between your lips you manage to whisper, “let’s go home.” 

“We’re in the backseat. I believe we knew what this would come to,” Zayne murmurs, nose grazing the side of your neck. You couldn’t deny that you were a little excited by the thrill that came with the prospect of doing it in the car, but the rational side of you won for a second. 

“I know, but someone could see us.” 

Zayne looks at the fogged up window and the faint blur of the almost empty parking lot beyond the outside. 

“So? Maybe then they’ll get a good idea of who you chose to be with.” 

“They really pissed you off,” you say. You try to get something more out of Zayne, but he’s busy trailing his kisses down from your neck. He gets busier burying his face between your tits, pulling your bra out of the way and marking you up all over your chest. He leaves little sucks and licks all over your skin, littering red bite marks everywhere. 

His hand disappears down your panties, fingers expertly rubbing your clit until he can feel the slide become easier from your slick. 

“People should know I’m the one making you feel good,” Zayne rasps, pumping two fingers faster into your pussy. Warmth coils itself into your lower half, fingers curled into his hair as you’re completely snatched from words. 

He shifts his cock from the confines of his pants, tentatively moving your panties out of the way with his tip before sinking in with no warning. It makes you gasp more, but it isn’t unwelcome. 

“Say my name. How will you tell everyone who your boyfriend is?” 

Zayne’s hands are planted firmly at your hips, drilling into you repeatedly with no show of backing down. 

“Zay- Zayne! Zayne is!” You whimper in response. Your body slightly bounces in his lap with every upward thrust of his hips that drive his dick deeper into you. Your hand grips hopelessly at the door of the car, finding a pause at the panel. 

“That’s it,” he groans. 

Zayne’s cum spurts out, coating the insides of your pussy but he keeps his harsh pace consistent until you feel the uncoiling of warmth making you cum as well. 

His eyes drag appreciatively over your body. He then locks on where you both are conjoined, where his cum is leaking out of your pussy like a dam on the brink of collapse. 

“Jealousy is certainly an irrational reaction,” Zayne quietly admits, scooping up some of the liquid at the juncture of your thighs. 

“So you were jealous of Caleb?” 

He sighs. “Irrational,” he repeats. “For safe measures, you should sleep over at mine tonight.”

His head tilts curiously, “Caleb? He’s a… nice person.”

“Anything more?”

“Why're you asking?” He chuckles, nudging his foot against yours. He picks up his wine glass to take a small sip. 

“Because… you guys are basically dating, but you’re not aware of it.”

Rafayel almost chokes on his wine, smugness all erased. “We are?” 

“I don’t wanna say it too loud…” You look around the restaurant. Various crowds of people engage in light chatter and elegant food, just as you are. “But you and Caleb have seen each other in… pretty revealing states.”

Rafayel looks down at the table, the tips of his ears tinged red at the confrontation of that information. 

“So?”

“So…” You trace gentle shapes into the back of Rafayel’s hand. “You must have some feelings towards him?”

That thought sits in Rafayel’s head. Swims around like the most stubborn guppy wanting answers. Rafayel knows he likes you, has had feelings for you since he started getting to know you. Do his feelings extend like that to Caleb?

“Rafayel? He’s a bit impulsive, but nice to be with,” Caleb says, gazing up at the greenery wavering above him. 

“But is he cute?” You pry. 

You were on a bench at a park, a grand fountain centred amongst the other seats and gardening. You poke Caleb on his thigh, trying to get a direct answer from him. 

“Cute? He’s hard to deal with,” he complains but there’s a catch of affection that only you would be able to decipher. 

“But you deal with him just fine,” you prod again. It’s a little harder to hide your tactics from Caleb, though. His intense yet soulful gaze darts over to you. 

“What game are you playin’ here?” 

“Just saying. Whatever you and Rafayel have going on isn’t usual,” you shrug your shoulders.

Your words definitely got to them. Your tactics were specially designed to infiltrate the minds of the guys you’re messing around with. You wanted them to confront what they have going on between them, not just the connection they have with you. 

The next time you bring them to your bed, you notice the shift in energy between them. Rafayel seemed to stare a little longer. His eyes raked over Caleb’s muscular body, focusing especially on his abs and pecs as Caleb maneuvered himself near you.

Caleb was more open towards Rafayel as well. His fingers brush against his cheek, he holds Rafayel’s waist a little longer than a second. 

The room was filled with the euphony of your mixed moans and whines as you're positioned above Rafayel's face. His tongue plays with your clit as you try your best to keep your hand on his cock, almost in a 69 position. Caleb's positioned behind you, plunging himself into you repeatedly. Caleb finds his release, a long drawn-out groan escaping him as he pulls out. You straighten yourself, grinding yourself aimlessly against the inviting mouth beneath you as you practically ride his face until you're releasing all over his tongue. Rafayel pauses the ministrations of his tongue against your folds. Usually you’d be up for a round two, and you physically can handle one. Yet, you wanted to see what would happen if you threw in the towel early.

“Tastes so good, cutie,” Rafayel murmurs against your pussy, languidly lapping up all the drops of your arousal and happily drawing out more moans from you. 

“Why don’t you share it with Caleb?” You suggest. Probably the most daring thing you’ve asked of them, making Caleb’s cheeks and the tips of Rafayel’s ears tint pink. Rafayel licks you all clean, raising his head to be met with Caleb who slightly craned his head down. He was eager to get a taste of you too. 

They both lean in for a sloppy kiss, mostly tongue and slightly clashing teeth as they share the taste of you. Caleb’s hand creeps up Rafayel’s neck and Rafayel keeps a stable hold of Caleb’s jaw. 

It made you throb so badly. You curl up by the pillow, much to the dismay of Caleb and Rafayel who are now kneeled on the mattress. Both of their cocks stand upright for attention as blood rushes south as a clear sign they weren’t quite done yet.

“Pips?” 

“Hm?” You hum, cracking an eye open.

“Are you alright?” Caleb asks, his hand running over your shoulder. You nod absentmindedly, stretching your arms out beneath the pillow.

“I’m a little tired, guys. Will you be good without me?” 

“What do you mean ‘without you’?” Rafayel inquires, laying down next to you on his side. His hand props his head up as he rests the back of his hand upon your cheek. 

“I mean, help each other out. I’m pretty tuckered out.” 

They both exchange a glance. Nobody wants to argue or force you to do anything, so Rafayel rises a little to sit upright after seeing your eyelids close and Caleb continues patting your shoulder.

Rafayel’s eyes fall south. Caleb’s thick erection didn’t look that imposing when Rafayel watched it thrust in and out of your pussy. Now that it’s Rafayel’s problem, he gulps. 

Caleb’s eyes are more fixed on Rafayel’s hands, his nimble fingers. How many times he had watched Rafayel work your entrance open with three fingers expertly and felt his cock twitch imagining what it would feel like to experience those fingers wrapped around his own length. 

They both stroke their dicks to ease the tightness from arousal. Somehow they gravitate towards each other, the heat of their shared movements ending up with them rubbing up to one another. Rafayel groans as Caleb’s mushroomed tip presses hotly against his own. The pre-cum leaking from their slits provide an easier slide of their cocks together. 

Caleb reaches around to grab at Rafayel’s ass, more emboldened to resume their grinding. 

You peak an eye open but they don’t even notice it, too wrapped up in chasing a release from each other. You deemed it a personal win. 

They coat each other all sticky and white as they reach a peak together. Rafayel’s cum shoots upwards Caleb’s abs up to pecs. Caleb aims his more downward towards Rafayel’s navel dripping down to his thighs. Their breaths sync for a moment as they try to calm down from the high.

“You’re not too bad, fishboy,” Caleb remarks. He helps Rafayel clean up the mess that he made.

“I guess you aren’t either, Xia.” 

They look over to your form. By now, you actually fell asleep. Rafayel shuffles off the bed to cover you fully with a blanket and get himself dressed. 

“Where’re you going?” Caleb asks, crawling next to you to lay down. 

“I’ve been a bit… inspired. I have to paint something before this feeling fades,” Rafayel responds. He presses a kiss to the nape of your neck and this time, he cares to place a kiss to Caleb’s hair. 

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“Soo?” You ask, legs crossed and hands grasping your drink as you look intently over at the two guys across the table. 

Rafayel pushes his sunglasses up into his hair, sipping on some fancy coffee. Caleb holds a good old americano, raising his eyebrows at your unprompted inquiry.

“Soo…” Rafayel mirrors. 

“What did you guys do after I fell asleep?” You ask smugly. The two of them freeze momentarily, exchange a glance and then look back at you. 

Silence.

“You can’t hide it from me, I know you guys messed around!” You point a finger their way. The two of them sigh in defeat.

“Fine. I thought about what you said and you were right,” Rafayel concedes. 

“What did she tell you? ‘Cause I have a feeling we were set up,” Caleb narrows his eyes at you. You feign indifference with a shrug of your shoulders.

“I told you two the truth. If anything, you’re lucky you had me to be the divine intervention that brought you together.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You just wanted us to kiss,” Caleb accuses. 

“Hey, I could see you guys wanted it too,” you bite back. You weren’t going to take all the blame for it, especially when you only insinuated they were getting comfortable and they went ahead and jerked each other off. 

“Let’s not argue about this,” Rafayel mediates, making you and Caleb step down from making another comment. “Why fight it when we’re happy anyway?” 

There was truth in his words. You nod and continue sipping on your drink. It may have been an unconventional arrangement, but you were satisfied with how everything turned out. 

Why have one boyfriend when you can have two? (¬‿¬)

“Did you see the event at the mall? People have been standing with their hands on a car for over 24 hours,” you observe from the TV to Caleb who was stirring a coffee for himself. He sighs and sits next to you. 

“Mm. I saw them setting it up yesterday,” he says with a sip of his drink.

Your eyebrows knit together. “You went to the mall yesterday?” 

“Oh right. I was with Rafayel. That photobooth that gives the real big photos? We tried it out, it was cool.” 

Now apparently they were scheduling outings without you? You couldn’t help but feel a bit offended, especially since you recall telling both Rafayel and Caleb about that photobooth in suggestion that you go with them. Not that they go without you!

It was one time. You let it go. Water under the bridge. It’s a good thing that they’re getting along, you tell yourself.

Until you were at Rafayel’s, laying on his couch watching him paint something new. 

“It’s getting pretty hot lately, I’ve been in the mood for ice cream,” you tell him while fiddling around with some beads he gave you to make a custom bracelet. 

Rafayel stifles a laugh. “Yeah, it’s just about ice cream season.” 

“What’s so funny?” 

Rafayel twirls his paintbrush between his fingers, tapping it against his lips that are failing to hide his smile. 

“That just reminded me of when Caleb dropped his ice cream cone. His face was priceless!” Rafayel recalls, laughing more at the memory. You give some half-assed laugh. 

“Ha, when did this happen? I don’t think we got ice cream on our last hangout?” 

The painter clears his throat. Silence. 

“Right… This was maybeee… last week? I bumped into Caleb after he finished work.” 

Your eye twitches. “Is that right? I’m so…” You grit your teeth, unable to really find anything positive to say but you muster it up anyway, “so glad you guys are getting along!” 

It’s all fine. Water under the bridge. You’re so glad they’re getting along. They’re so similar in some ways, it was inevitable for them to join forces and become friends. That’s what you tell yourself. That’s what you believe. 

Your neutrality was hanging by a thread. A thread you didn’t realise snapped a long time ago and you were pretending like it hadn’t.

You were so excited to see Rafayel when you spotted his sleek red sports car halting in front of the building. You step out and knock on his window, watching the figure behind the steering wheel flinch before the window rolls down.

“Rafayel! What are you doing here…” Your tone drops when you look past him and you see none other than Caleb in the passenger’s seat. 

“Heya pips! Me and Raf were gonna grab some hot pot at that new place.” 

If you were a cartoon character, there would be red rising into your face like a glass thermometer and a vein popping from your forehead. 

“Huh. I didn’t hear about this before?” You try to maintain your composure, fingers gripping hard at the side of Rafayel’s door. “Was I not part of the plan?” 

The two of them immediately stiffen. There’s a dark blanket of regret that overcomes their expressions. 

“No, it’s fine,” you murmur, before they can pity invite you along. You’d end up sitting in the backseat and listening to whatever topic they’ve found they have in common anyway. You straighten up. “You guys go. I have my own plans anyway.” 

“Wait–” Rafayel’s attempt to explain is ignored by you as you simply turn and walk back into your apartment building. 

Really, how could they? You were the bridge between them that brought them together and suddenly they’re acting as if you don’t exist? Maybe it was immature, but it stung a lot more than you wanted to admit. 

You replaced your friends with a tub of ice cream and a romcom to ease the tension in your brain. 

Knock knock. 

A hollow echo resounded from behind the door. A visitor? Aside from Caleb and Rafayel, who are out enjoying themselves, you don’t know anyone else who could be free right now. 

You scowl when you open the door. It was them. The new dynamic duo. Bonnie and Clyde themselves. 

You swing the door back to close but a fancy dress shoe belonging to Rafayel and a hand belonging to Caleb both wedge themselves between the door and the wall to stop it. 

“Hold on! We’re here to apologise!” Rafayel quickly says, launching a bouquet of flowers into your hand.  

“We got ‘forgive us’ gifts,” Caleb adds on, placing a chocolate box into your other hand. 

“Seriously?” You sigh, shuffling your feet to place the sudden tokens of regret onto your kitchen counter. 

The pair of sad puppies follow you into your home, looking like their ears and tails have been down to surrender to your wrath. 

“You watchin’ a movie? Can we join?” Caleb asks, pointing at your TV illuminating the cheesy romcom you were just indulging in. 

You shrug. “I dunno… you guys weren’t included in my plans.”

“Oh, come on! We can make your time like, a hundred times more fun,” Rafayel pleads. His hands clap against your shoulders and guide you back to the couch where he pushes you down to sit and Caleb follows up with laying a blanket over your legs. 

“We’re real sorry we made you feel excluded,” Caleb mutters solemnly, his weight dipping the couch on your left. 

“That wasn’t our intention at all,” Rafayel joins, evening the distribution along the couch as he sits to your right. 

You cross your arms. Truth be told, it’s impossible to stay mad after a grand gesture like that. Furthermore, the heat you feel from being sandwiched between two bodies almost makes you feel dizzy.

“…I guess I can squeeze you guys into my movie time.”

Both pairs of eyes light up at your resolve crumbling. They almost immediately snuggle up at your sides. 

You thought your mind was playing tricks on you when you felt a Rafayel’s hand brush against your thigh. It definitely wasn’t your imagination when Caleb’s hand hooked onto your waist. 

Aren’t they being too touchy?

Rafayel toyed with the hem of your shirt, his mouth so close you can feel his breath hovering over your neck. Caleb on the other hand had a good hold of your waist and you could’ve sworn you felt him nip at your earlobe. 

Your body responded before your mind could think about the consequences. 

Your hand guided Rafayel’s below your shirt, your head leaned in against Caleb’s. 

“Adventurous, are we?” Caleb muses. You almost flinch at the sound of his voice.

You look between the two of them, an undeniable charged energy sparking. 

“What–” you begin, confused before Rafayel cuts you off. 

“Just tell us if you don’t want this, okay?” He whispers, placing a small kiss to your neck. You shiver. 

“You’re both in on this?” You ask. Caleb only chuckles, raking a strand of hair away from your face with his fingers.

“Greedy, greedy pips,” he murmurs, voice husky. He really does lean in and give a small nibble to your earlobe, making your breath hitch. “You want this? Want us?”

It excites you. Sends all sorts of electric jolts through your body and particularly to your lower half. 

“You guys are okay with this?” 

“Okay with watching a movie? This romcom’s a bit boring,” Rafayel says, feigning obliviousness. You pinch his arm, making him yelp. “Ah! Yes, we’re all good here.”

Caleb laughs at your antics, one hand trailing away from your waist to poke at Rafayel’s cheek.

“Mischievous thing,” Caleb remarks. 

Rafayel’s hand trails up higher along your body. You weren’t exactly wearing the fanciest lingerie set as you were awaiting your sole night of binge eating and movie marathon. You were in your usual state of existing without a bra, which Rafayel discovers quickly.

Rafayel’s fingers travel upwards so much they brush against your nipple, eliciting a physical response from you. He tweaks it a bit, a sly grin spreading across his lips. 

Caleb trails light kisses down the column of your neck. Rafayel turns your head towards him, being the first to press his lips against yours. You two move your lips in tandem, only to be interrupted by Caleb when he decides to grab your chin and steal a kiss for himself. 

“I’m getting you back for that, Xia.”

“Sure, fishboy.” Caleb bites back. The small banter reminds you of when they had first met. You stop entertaining them for a second, silently standing up and walking towards your bedroom. 

Words weren’t necessary for you to have Caleb and Rafayel right behind you. 

“Off. I want everything off,” you tug at Caleb’s clothes. 

“Whatever you want,” he complies quickly. You only give Rafayel a simple look and he’s following suit as well. 

They both take time to appreciate your body with their hands. Rafayel pulls your shirt over your head and Caleb starts impatiently removing your pants. 

Your breath almost stops when warm lips kiss and suck your skin. 

Rafayel’s is smooth. His lips are soft like petals and delicate when they lay praising kisses over your collarbones. 

Caleb’s is rougher. Chapped and cracked like clay but full of passion when he focuses his attention on your navel.  

They basically have a race, heads descending your body to the juncture of your thighs. 

You gasp when you feel two tongues flattening and licking a stripe up through your folds. Clearly they had pounced at the opportunity without thinking, because they pause at the unexpected contact. 

“How’d that feel?” Caleb implores.

You’re shaking just from one second of contact, holding a death grip at the sheets below. 

“Can you guys… keep doing that?”

It didn’t matter to them what it felt like anymore and they immediately got to work. It felt a bit too powerful to have their complete obedience like this. 

The sensation was a lot more overwhelming with two precise muscles working at your pussy. You don’t even know who’s doing what, there’s one guy who spears his tongue into your pussy and the other draws circles around your clit. They often clash together when their movements overlap but don’t seem to mind it. 

Caleb is the one who spreads your pussy lips with two fingers, letting Rafayel dribble his spit down and run his tongue up and down your entrance to prepare for when Caleb pushes his fingers inside you. They both watch in awe as your pussy swallows up Caleb’s digits. He sinks them in deep, reaching places your own fingers fail to even go near. 

“Oh my fuck,” you choke out in a moan, back arching. “Just like that.”

Rafayel presses his thumb down against the small button that is your clit. He swipes over the bud a few times before finding a rhythm to compliment Caleb’s. White hot flashes your vision at their skilled efforts. You cum like you’ve never experienced an orgasm before. 

They busy themselves again with placing kisses and sucking marks onto your body while you’re on cool-down. 

“You can take a lot more than that,” Caleb quips. He takes your thighs in his large palms and spreads your legs a little.

“Hey, me first,” Rafayel shoves Caleb out of the way, gently yanking your legs so he’s between them and not Caleb.

“What gives?” 

“Payback.”

They glare at each other as if they weren’t just tangling tongues with one another. 

Rafayel’s cock sits snug on top of your pussy, gliding down with ease to your entrance again. Caleb sits on his knees beside you, his neglected dick blushing red as he eyes Rafayel with a hint of frustration. 

“I have an idea,” you break the tension as you roll your body over, propping yourself up onto your hands and knees. They both instantly get the plan. 

Caleb moves swiftly in front of you while Rafayel’s purposeful hands hug around your hips to bring your ass slightly up.

“Dunno if this is you being clever or greedy,” the man in front of you raises his eyebrows. You don’t say anything in response, only fixing eye contact and slowly taking his tip into your mouth. He hisses. 

Rafayel watches intently as you start sucking Caleb off. He rocks his hips forward, attention taken by watching the stretch of your walls around his own dick. 

It was different. Exhilarating. Being thoroughly fucked from behind while trying your best to engulf the length in front of you. You felt like a prop to them once they got immersed in the pleasure and started thrusting into you at different paces. 

“Fuu… Pips, you’re doin’ so well, takin’ both of us,” Caleb drawls, his thumb caressing your cheek. 

“Feels… amazing…” Rafayel manages to say. His hips never falter in their pace, making it difficult for your brain to tune into their words. Caleb’s body tenses as his sensitivity receptors go haywire and his release coats the back of your throat, he watches you swallow as much as you can down eagerly. 

Your second wave of pleasure zaps through your body, leaving you weaker than you did after the first. 

Before you know it, Rafayel collapsed on the bed out of exhaustion. You crawl towards him, resting your head against his chest.

“Hey, don’t leave me out,” Caleb sighs, stretching his body out to join you two on the bed. 

“Join the club,” you scoff. Caleb nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. Rafayel rubs his face into your chest shamelessly. 

“Sorry.” “We’re sorry.” 

They both whine in unison. You never would’ve guessed you would end up with the troublesome pair together and wrapped around your finger. 

let me know if we want a part 2, this was getting pretty long so I stopped it there. I will be happy to deliver more smut o(*￣▽￣*)o