we are all fools in love

You'd never expected to find love when you did, assuming and having years ago accepted the fact that those days were behind you. But then Alfred Pennyworth had crossed your path at the offices where you're a project manager for Wayne Enterprises, and his warm voice and attentive eyes had something unexpected stirring in your chest after a long stretch of stillness.

Both of you were hesitant at first to believe that the other was genuinely interested, you yourself trying to brush your feelings off as nothing more than a passing crush (a silly thing to have at your age, anyway), while at the same time having to talk down the cloud of butterflies that took flight every time you saw him. For months you'd carefully danced around one another, slowly drawing closer with every interaction while still wary of fully trusting what was happening, even as you both were finding more and flimsier excuses to be the same room.

But finally one day an impromptu business lunch turned into a business dinner, which led to a very much not business kiss goodnight that left both of you flushed and panting and with a sudden, aching awareness of the hunger that you could no longer deny.

And now you couldn't imagine your life without him.

You can remember clearly when the attack at Wayne Tower had occurred although you weren't working there yet. Looking up at the ubiquitous building and watching the smoke billowing into the cold night sky you'd worried for whoever had been up there, but you weren't prepared for the fear that surged through you when you found out it had been Alfred at the center of the explosion.

Reminding yourself that he and Bruce were the ones who had actually gone through all of it you'd apologised, embarrassed at your retroactive panic, but Alfred hadn't chastised you, a reassuring hand instead cupping your cheek while his thumb stroked over your skin until your breathing returned to normal. He'd held you close until you'd fallen asleep that night, and was still pressed against you in a comforting tangle of sheets when you awoke the next morning.

Now, two years after the attack and almost a year after your and Alfred's lives had begun to intertwine you'd managed to convince Bruce to finally renovate of the wing where it had happened. Although everything had been well cleaned afterwards (though you'd never managed to get a straight answer regarding the odd paint job on the floor that appeared to be covering other inscrutable markings), there were still areas that could use some care and restoration, along with a few structural issues that should be addressed.

The memories and scars of that night could never truly be erased no matter what elegant facades they were covered with, but a fresh start felt like winning at least a small battle and that felt important, particularly in a city where there always seemed to be some fresh monster rearing its head from the shadows.

Over the summer the planned three month project commences which you oversee from the beginning, offering your skills to manage it all - coordinating orders and deliveries, hiring contractors and negotiating prices, and dealing with any snags that come up in the process. It's a balancing act as a project like this always is, but the extra variable of knowing that it's Alfred and Bruce's home always hangs in the back of your mind, adding an extra layer of care and consideration to every decision.

You're grateful that everything is going as smoothly as you could have hoped, and as much as you acknowledge your own hand in all of it - Alfred always making sure that you're given your due - you also know with certainty that a significant part of the success is due to the head foreman and owner of the company you'd hired to oversee the lion's share of the work.

Kino Loy had been standoffish when you'd first met but his track record had spoken for itself, so you'd taken the chance and hadn't been disappointed in your decision to bring him on. Even though you can tell he has a short fuse, which you catch glimpses of as things move along, most of the workers seem to respect him, and it helps that he isn't just a passive observer who acts like he knew everything - a common traits among foremen you'd worked with. Even with a seemingly permanent frown etched on his face he steps in and gets his hands dirty whenever it's required, and more often than not he's the last one to leave every day.

Unexpectedly, you find yourself drawn to Kino more and more as time passes, though you manage to convince yourself that you're simply charmed by the fact that aside from his personality it's rather uncanny how similar to your Alfred he seems in many ways. It's not only his steadfastness and dedication to the work, but also being a British man with salt and pepper hair, though it's longer than Alfred's close-cropped style. And then there's his deceptively broad build, and the sharp blue eyes that always seem to be searching for something below the surface, finding things that would remain hidden to anyone else.

You'd gotten dinner with a friend and joked that you were suddenly developing a type later in life, but then quickly backtrack when you realize what you'd inferred. You had no intention, let alone interest, in replacing Alfred or doing anything that could jeopardize the life you've been building with with him. It must have been the gin and tonic talking.

Even as you continue to brush such thoughts aside you can't help appreciating Kino's presence throughout the project even though he could be pushy and blunt, and as the days go by you notice him starting to defer to you more often, only partially hiding the look of admiration when you demonstrate not only that you know your shit, but that you also aren't going to take anyone else's.

But then one hot, mid-summer day the air conditioning goes on the fritz which leads to you fanning yourself as you watch Kino working in a black t-shirt, the short sleeves allowing sunlight to highlight the plaster dust caught in the hair on his smudged forearms. The sweat darkening the fabric between his shoulder blades also accentuates the flexing muscles of his triceps as he works, and then you noticed that his longer hair was starting to curl at the nape of his neck in the damp heat and an unbidden thought swims up, drawn by the hint of what it might look like when he was- oh god.

You excuse yourself to the kitchen to stand in front of the open freezer for more reasons than just the ambient temperature, but from that moment you can no longer deny what has been bubbling below the surface, even as you continue trying to keep those feelings tamped down.

* * *

While the work is progressing well it strikes you one day that lately Kino has been - maybe not avoiding you - but only talking to you when it's really necessary, and he's been more curt than he'd grown to be in the preceding weeks. It seems so sudden that it feels like something must have happened or that you'd done something to offend him, but maybe you're also just reading into something that isn't there, and never really had been in the first place.

There is one thing that keeps crossing your mind, however, but - no, it couldn't be that.

Kino couldn't have known that when Alfred had come in to check on everything earlier in the week he'd rather abruptly directed you down the hallway to your office under aspersions of going over an issue with the budget.

He couldn't have know that instead as soon as the door closed you'd been guided to your chair and urged to sit as Alfred knelt in front of you, only noticing the tremble in his rushed hands when they pushed your skirt up and tugged your panties aside, so surprised that when his head dipped between your legs a loud moan escaped before you managed to clap a hand over your mouth.

"Alfred," you'd gasped, "what're you- ohh!" Your question was cut off by another moan when he'd sucked your clit between his lips before releasing you with a wet sound.

"Shh," he'd hushed, a thumb dragging through your folds and breath hitching at the sight of your exposed sex glistening for him. "I just need to feel you come. Can you give me that, love?"

Without waiting for you to respond he'd returned his mouth to your slick warmth to find the answer to his question there instead, messily devouring you until you were pulsing against his tongue, one of your hands buried in his hair while desperate gasps were held behind the other.

You'd certainly not been completely quiet but you thought that the construction and general bustle would have been enough to cover the sounds you weren't able to hold back.

But then there was a flash of another memory, when you'd been too far gone beneath Alfred's mouth to do anything about the sliver of hallway you could see through the crack in the apparently not fully latched door, and perhaps the shadow that briefly interrupted the light there hadn't been entirely imagined.

And then when you'd seen Alfred out maybe you also hadn't imagined Kino abruptly turning away with what could have been a wince when Alfred had leaned in for more than the usual chaste peck on the cheek goodbye, offering the taste of yourself from his lips on a lingering kiss, instead.

Could that really be it? If anything you can't imagine that it could be more than awkwardness, and you don't want to think so highly of yourself that even if he had known that he would be.. jealous?

Yet now you can't shake the idea, and the thought of Kino standing outside the door and listening to Alfred eat you out has you biting your lip as you watch him from the other side of the room, the muscles of his back pulling the fabric of his shirt taut as he works.

Shaking off the illicit thoughts you tell yourself it doesn't matter anyway, after all the work is still getting done and as distant as he seems Kino has still been perfectly professional with you when you do interact, so you'll just have to ignore the little sting you feel when he continues to mostly avoid you.

* * *

Autumn is slowly creeping into the air of Gotham as construction at the Tower finally approaches the finish line, and you thought you'd heard raised voices when you'd stepped out of the elevator. Walking into the construction area to check on progress you do feel a distinct tension hanging over the space and you can see Kino already walking away looking visibly tense with fists clenched tightly at his sides, but just as he's almost out of the room you hear the second foreman mutter something to one of the other workers.

"Don't worry about him, the old man's an ex-con, anyway."

Kino turns on his heel with fury burning hot in his eyes, but before he can say anything you're not sure what's come over you but the the words are already coming out of your mouth.

"HEY." Everyone's attention snaps instantly to you in surprise, while Kino freezes in place. "That was incredibly inappropriate. Who do you think you are running your mouth about something that a) has no bearing on your ability to get your own work done, and b) is none of your fucking business. You'd better not be throwing around people's personal information that's not yours to share, especially when you're on the clock.

"You better watch your mouth-"

"Shut the fuck up," you snap, startling even yourself. "If the man who's home you're currently in knew how unprofessional you're being I can assure you he would have something to say about it, and believe me Mr. Wayne can very easily be informed of that fact. Now get your heads out of your asses and get back to work, because the 'old man'" you make aggressively sarcastic air quotes with your fingers "who I will remind you runs the company that currently employs you, has been working harder than the both of you put together."

You receive indignant scowls at that.

"So, if I hear even a whisper that you're speaking out of turn again, you're done."

"You can't just-"

"Yes she can." Kino finally speaks after observing this exchange, his voice dangerously low and brokering no room for argument. "And so can I, in case you haven't gotten it through your thick skulls. So try something." he bites with a sharp, challenging grin. "See what happens."

Your arms are crossed over your chest as you return the men's scowls, but if Kino were to look at you right now you're certain he'd somehow be able to tell how flustered you've suddenly become listening to him not only put these men in their place, but back you up on top of it.

"Do we have an understanding?" You ask, forcing yourself to focus on them again.

"Yeah, Kino, got it."

"You'll address her directly." He nods at you.

"Yes ma'am. Understood." The response sounds like it pains him, but when he glances at Kino's icy expression again the apparent itch to say anything else seems to fade.

"You didn't have to do that." Kino says, moving in closer as the two men finally get back to work.

"Yes, I did," you shrug, "I'm afraid I don't suffer assholes very well."

Kino smirks. "That makes two of us."

"And by the way, what they said doesn't change anything. Not what I think about your work, which is excellent, or.." You pause, and perhaps it's the adrenaline that encourages you, but something prompts you to finish softly. "Or about you."

His expression changes, a look of surprise deepening the crease between his brows. Something darker seems to swim up behind his eyes for a moment, but he quickly shakes his head as though to disperse whatever thoughts or memories had come over him just now.

"Thank you, then. I appreciate it." He speaks slowly, his voice measured, and though you can sense discomfort in the way he shifts on his feet, the words are honest.

You want to ask him a question - several, actually - but you don't push it. His record had come up when you'd vetted him and while you don't know the details, as you'd said yourself his past was no one's business but his own.

For the next few of days Kino seems quieter (around you, at least - his workers certainly don't notice any difference in his temperament), but he starts seeking you out again, whether for your approval or simply your opinion. You find yourself feeling hopeful, even though you're not sure about exactly what, so you assure yourself that casual glances don't last a beat longer than normal, and that the flutter in your belly doesn't linger well after he's looked away.

Which, of course, could mean nothing.

* * *

Lying in bed with Alfred you're trying to verbally go over the steps that need to be finalized before everything wraps up, but at the same time you're having to suppress giggles as he drags slow, teasing kisses over your neck and chest.

"Alfred, please." you implore, though you're not exactly trying to push him away with anything real effort, and you can't help the smile that sneaks into your words.

"You'll have plenty of time for work later," he says, rather convincingly. "I just want to help you relax, you've been working so hard these past months. You've taken a massive weight off both of our shoulders and I can't tell you how much it means that you stepped up the way you've done."

Your body is enjoying the warmth that his touch is stoking in you as your breath starts to go shallow and uneven, your own hands drawn to wander over the firm muscles of his neck and shoulders. But you're still finding yourself distracted - even if you can't quite admit that it might not simply be a result of having a long to-do list.

Eventually Alfred does pull away giving you a chance to catch your breath, though his hands continue caressing slowly over your hips. You wonder if he can sense that you're not as relaxed as he'd like you to be, not surrendering to his touch as easily as you normally do, which is something he's come to pride himself on.

You'd been surprised to learn that behind the proper exterior that Alfred always presented to the world, all neat lines and clean edges, there had been obscured a deep well of desire. You'd lost count of how many nights he'd spent sating his hunger for your pleasure, unrepentant in his need for it - equal parts demanding and desperate and often unsatisfied until he could barely discern his own name beneath your cries.

"Is there something on your mind?" He asks when you stay quiet for several long moments.

"It's just that.. it's the first project I've taken on solo, and I guess this has all taken up so much of my time for so long that I'm not sure what I'll do with myself once it's actually done."

"You could start by taking some time for yourself, I hope? I know you like to stay busy, but you still need to rest."

"I'm not sure I remember how, at this point," you laugh wryly.

"Don't worry, love, I'll make sure to help with that. You do deserve to be taken care of, you know."

And there are those butterflies, still as strong as ever after more than a year together and followed by a now familiar glow of affection that eddies through your ribs. Even now you find yourself astonished by the way that he cares for you, making certain to show it in as many ways as he can, loving you like it was the easiest thing in the world for him.

"I know, Alfred." You say quietly, your hand reaching to brush over his cheek, his eyes slipping closed with a warm hum as you gently scratch your nails through his neatly trimmed beard. "And I'm so glad I have you to remind me."

You're grateful for these moments that you get with him, when he allows himself to be soft when he's normally so focused on the world, always intent on maintaining the order in it - especially his and Bruce's, though you've learned that that has been and still is a hard-fought battle.

"Is it weird that it feels like I'm going to miss it?" you ask, a different, unintentional a half-truth slipping into your words.

"Well, having something to keep you focused, giving you a certainty of purpose every day, and the satisfaction of seeing something became a reality because of you? It's can be an adjustment when something like that comes to an end."

You nod against him, murmuring an agreement though you don't say anything else.

"Or it is something else that you'll miss?" Alfred continues. "Or someone else?"

You manage to keep your expression neutral, but you can't hide the way your body stiffens ever so slightly.

"What? No." you protest, trying to sound more perplexed than anything by his suggestion rather than, well, cornered. "Alfred, you are everything to me. I've never been happier with anyone in my life and I can't imagine it without you. I love you so, so much." You shift to make sure he's looking you directly in the eyes, hoping that he can see the truth in yours, because it is true, that you know for certain.

"Good," he smiles softly. "I love you, too. You deserve the world, I would even give you the moon if I could."

He leans back into you, beard dragging against the sensitive skin of your cheek, breath warm against the crest of your ear when he speaks again in a gravel whisper.

"So, about Mr. Loy.."

"What??" you pull back, unable to stop yourself this time from jumping as though you'd received an electric shock. Sheepishly pressing your lips together you know you've given yourself away to his sly, calculated inquiry, your face heating up beneath his appraising look. "What do you mean? I haven't.." you trail off, not entirely sure what you're denying. How could he possibly know that you've been thinking about Kino.

"You've been spending more time with him as the renovations have gone on, the last few weeks in particular. And I've watched him, too." Alfred's hands have started moving again, though they seem to be intentionally avoiding your most sensitive spots - fingers caressing just the outer curve of your breast, then down to the arch of your lower back. "I've noticed him seeking you out. And I don't blame him in the slightest."

You let out a soft laugh, still not quite sure what to say, or how to give voice to the thoughts you've been having, even now. Not to mention feeling a little little ashamed at the fact that you've apparently been obvious enough that Alfred had noticed.

"I never meant to.. I don't even know what. But I never intended to make you question how I feel about you- "

"You haven't." he interrupts, startling you with the intensity in his eyes. "I promise. And you know you can be honest with me." Alfred says, gently encouraging you, watching your eyelids flutter as his fingertips trail down to your knee and then back up to gently rucking up the lace hem of your nightie where his hand pauses, his gaze soft but expectant.

"Well.. um.." Licking your lips you try to find the words, wondering whether it's really him you're hesitant to be honest with, or yourself. But you do know that if there's anyone you can trust to accept you at your most vulnerable, it's Alfred. Your Alfred.

Okay.

"Well, he does remind me of you, I suppose?" you slowly concede. "Certainly rougher around the edges, more blunt with, well, everyone. But he's still very focused and I can see that he holds himself to an incredibly high standard."

"Is that all?" While you spoke Alfred's hand started to move again, now sliding around to grip your ass and your leg naturally lifts to hook over his hip as he pulls your firmly against him.

"And.. he's handsome?" You glance bashfully at Alfred though your lashes, biting your lip. "And intense. Sometimes he looks at me and it makes me wonder- no." You stop, cutting yourself off from voicing the thought that just came dangerously close to the surface. "I want you, Alfred, I mean that. I'm really not suggesting anything."

"What if I am?" he asks, a rough edge working it's way into his deceptively casual tone.

Your lips part in surprise as your eyes dart over his face. This was nowhere near to any conversation you'd imagined having tonight - or ever. God, how does he still manage to catch you so completely off guard?

"After all," Alfred continues with a sweet grin. "I do know how desperate you can get for more, don't I?"

Your breath hitches as you realize what he's referring to: the night not long ago when he'd teased you until you felt like you'd lost your entire fucking mind. When he'd coaxed you to tell him what you wanted but still you couldn't decide, pleading to tears even once he'd taken pity and buried his cock deep inside you, a sobbed breath knocked from your lungs with every hard thrust and even then it hadn't felt like enough.

"That's- that was the heat of the moment." you sputter, feeling like prey trying to find an escape route even as the memory has you slowly grinding your bare mound against the hard ridge of his still clothed erection, a damp spot growing on the fabric there.

"Oh, is that all it was?" He teases with a curious arch of his brow.

Because of course he'd heard what you'd really been asking, had heard the unintended honesty between your pleading words and understood that they were driven by more than simply distracted lust. And then he'd tucked that little bit of knowledge away, treasuring it like he does every bit of you that you offer him.

"My love," Alfred pauses for a moment, the movement of your hips slowing as you watch him consider his words. Then breathing a slow exhale, the crystal blue of his eyes lock onto yours. "I am certain about you - about us. In a way that I didn't think I could be about anyone. I love you and there is nothing that will change that."

His hand moves between you and you shift to allow him access, sighing as he drags his fingertips along the sensitive seam between your thigh and your increasingly aching sex, though he doesn't move any further just yet.

"I told you that you deserve the world and I meant it. I want to watch you get everything your heart desires." His voice drops low as he presses his forehead against yours. "Everything."

"Just my heart?" you ask, your attempt to sound coy not covering the soft whine that slips into your words, the one that tells him you're on the verge of giving yourself over to him, and you moan when with the faintest pressure he finally touches you where you've swiftly grown swollen and needy, fingers sliding easily through your folds with the slick he finds there.

"I will give you what any part of you wants." he hums, the tip of one finger now dipping into your entrance before pulling out again to briefly slip over your clit.

His touch stays infuriatingly gentle, pulling back when your hips move again to try to find more friction. "God, Alfred." you whimper, knowing that he's intentionally taking his time, easing your hesitation with every touch. And then you meet his gaze again, and when you do you see something else in his expression, his eyes bright with a wordless plea.

"Well, then.." you pant, licking your lips. "I guess there might be something that I haven't been able to stop thinking about- "

Your words are cut off by another moan when he pushes a second finger inside you, a reward for guessing correctly what he'd been waiting for, and though he's still teasingly shallow it's enough that he can feel your eager muscles clench around them as slowly leans in and murmurs against your lips.

"Tell me."

* * * * * * * * * * *

Alfred had offered to bring it up, to find a way to test the waters and see whether there would even be any interest on the other's man's part, but you'd assured him you wanted to be the one to do it, after all, this wouldn't be happening if it it wasn't something you wanted. The perfect opportunity ended up presenting itself that next Friday evening in your office, when you heard a knock over the music playing on your headphones.

"Hi!" You say, a little louder than you'd intended, dropping your earbuds on your desk as you get to your feet. "Sorry, hi, what can I do for you, Kino?"

"We're finished cleaning up for the night, just need your signature on a couple of things so we can line things up for Monday morning." You wonder if you imagine the ways his eyes linger on your chair.

"Of course, I'll do it right now," you gesture him over and he lays out the documents on your desk, indicating where to sign and date everything. You almost mess up your signature when you let yourself be distracted by his hands, certainly not manicured but his nails are still neat, with fingers that are strong and thick and oh god, you can already feel warmth unfurling between your thighs at the thought of how they might feel on your skin, or perhaps somewhere else..

Alright, fuck it.

Taking the papers back he turns to leave. "Great, thanks, I'll see you Monday for-"

"Would you have a drink with me?" Kino turns back to you with a look of surprise as you gesture to the cabinet behind your desk and the small selection of liquor bottles set there. "Everyone's gone and you were technically off the clock a while ago. Please, I owe you that at least after everything you've done."

"I've just been doing my job, really." Looking at you with half a frown as though you'd be crazy to think he ever wouldn't.

"And you've done an excellent one. It's made a world of difference that I had someone I could trust and rely on through all this." You see something in his eyes shift at those words, examining you more closely as you continue. "And I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that all this wouldn't have turned out as well as it has without you. And on schedule! Which I'm sure you know in this industry is a damn a miracle."

"Well, you're right about that." Kino agrees with a rare laugh, and you feel silly by the way that sound sets the butterflies alight in your stomach. "Alright, one drink." he finally agrees.

"Great!" you smile. "Do you drink scotch? Or I have-"

"Scotch is perfect, thank you. Neat." You nod, and forcing your attention to the drink you carefully pull out a pair of etched crystal glasses.

The setting sun has fallen between the horizon and the seemingly ever-present low hang of clouds, illuminating the room for the first time that day. After pouring a finger of the amber liquid you both raise your glasses which glint in the light, and just as you're about to move yours to your lips you're surprised when Kino speaks first.

"To success, hard work and.." he pauses, tilting his head in thought for a moment before his eyes meet yours again, tipping the rim of his glass toward you. "And trust."

A soft clink of crystal rings in the room, and you can't tell which warms you more quickly, the scotch or the way Kino's eyes stay on yours as you take a sip of your drink.

Ok, maybe this could actually be a good idea - or at least not a terrible one. You'll be fine if he declines: nothing will change with Alfred, and it would be easy enough to avoid Kino for the final week or so, even if it's awkward. But still, you hadn't really acknowledge how excited you've actually been getting, the possibilities working their way more persistently into your thoughts after your conversation with Alfred.

"I mean it, thank you. This hasn't been my first rodeo, but it's the first one I've headed up solo, and it's Wayne Tower. You can do everything in your power to make sure things go to plan but you can't account for others, no matter how much you vet them."

You step closer, carefully inching into his personal space, encouraged when he doesn't step back.

"Cheers to that as well. And this is excellent, thank you."

"I'm glad you like it, though it still doesn't seem like enough. I was thinking, there may be.." your voice drops, taking a slow, swaying step closer, "another way I could properly show my appreciation."

You're not subtle in the way your eyes trail down his chest, something it's taken all of your willpower not to do it until now. He's wearing a short-sleeved grey Henley, clearly something he's comfortable in - well worn and frayed a little at the edges with the top two buttons unfastened to give you a teasing peek of silver hair.

His mouth drops open a little, full lower lip shining with a drop of liquor as his eyes move wordlessly over your face.

"I would never presume or pressure you, but.. I would regret letting the chance pass to say something." You reach out slowly, letting your fingers tentatively brush over his forearm.

"Wait-" his hand catches your wrist, although he doesn't push you away.

Shit, you think. That's it, then.

He doesn't move, but he does seem to catch the way your expression falls, and his softens.

"It's not that I-" Kino frowns, almost seeming surprised when he looks down and sees that he's still holding on to you, and you think you sense a moment of hesitation before he releases your wrist. "I'm flattered, but I thought that you and Pennyworth were..?"

You manage to keep your smile to just one corner of your mouth, actively working to not let on how much it tickles you to hear Alfred simply called "Pennyworth".

"Oh, we are," you confirm, tilting your head. "Very much so. And that's not changing, just to be clear."

"Ok. Then, what are you saying?" He asks, setting down the drink that has now lost his interest.

"Well, I've been.. thinking about you. Actually I've been finding it rather hard to not think about you. So I - actually Alfred and I - have been- "

"So, he knows." Kino says, blinking with intrigued realization.

"Yes, he knows what I'm doing." You nod, setting your own glass down on your desk next to his. "He knows what I want."

Your words have an effect you didn't expect, Kino's shoulders straightening as a muscle twitches in his jaw, a defiance in the way he lets the his gaze now slide over your body.

Oh he does, does he?

His expression stays cool, but he can't hide the way his eyes flash as they follow your hand up to his chest, fingers just brushing over the silver hair between the open buttons of his shirt. You're already fighting the impulse to replace them with your lips, and then something goes fuzzy in your head as you realize that you can feel the quick beating of his heart thrumming beneath your fingertips.

"And, that is?" he asks, voice dragging an octave lower.

You manage to keep your feet planted where they are as he steps into your touch but, fuck, he's so close to you now and the deep, questioning intensity in his eyes has your breath to catching in your throat.

You lick your lips, fighting to re-collect your thoughts.

"Use your words, love."

Your and Kino's attention is drawn suddenly to where Alfred has been quietly observing, leaning against the doorway with hands in his pockets.

You can only blink, skin warming at having be caught - even though you haven't, really - and that warmth swiftly slides lower and deeper as reality begins to sink in, both men looking at you now. Waiting for you.

Stepping slowly into the room Alfred approaches you, leaning his cane against your desk and then reaching his hand to rest on your hip, his eyes flicking briefly to the other man's.

"I will admit that I'm.. interested in giving you what you want." Kino says carefully. "But I'd like to hear you ask for it."

You open your mouth to speak but your words falter when Alfred's other hand starts to move, sliding up over the curve of your waist and then slowly cupping your breast. Kino's lips drop open, his breathing growing rougher as he follows Alfred's path, eyes going nearly black when you gasp as a thumb flicks briefly over your nipple before continuing higher.

"Go on." Alfred prompts you, fingers curling on under your chin, tipping your head so that you can't avoid Kino's eyes.

"I want.. I want you. Both of you." you manage to stammer out. "Together."

Reaching out you tentatively wrap your fingers around Kino's forearm and he doesn't resist when you tug, slowly guiding his hand between your legs. The pressure of his fingers is tentative at first, his eyes staying fixed on yours as he grazes over the fabric.

"Is that right," he considers, your lashes fluttering as he runs his fingers down the seam of your jeans, seeking more of your heat as your hips cant into his touch. "Have you been getting off to the the thought of it? Has she been begging for it?"

The last question is directed at Alfred and you can only nod, humming an affirmation as Kino's fingers move more quickly over your clothed sex, pressing more firmly so that the now slick fabric of your panties drags against your clit.

"She certainly has," Alfred confirms for you. "And she sounds so perfectly desperate when she does."

You're already panting with need when Alfred dips his thumb between your parted lips, letting you circle it briefly with your tongue before reaching back down, deftly flicking open a mother of pearl button and sliding a hand inside your blouse, the slick digit then dipping beneath the gauzy lace he finds there to circle over your nipple more insistently this time.

"What exactly was it that you said to me, love?" he asks you sweetly.

You're starting to feel as mindless as you had that night, and you have to work for the words, practically whining now.

"I want your cock in my mouth and in my pussy - want both, please it's not fair I have to choose oh my god-"

You're surrounded by strong arms that hold you up as your body tenses, overwhelmed by the relentless touch as Alfred rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, urging the sweet ache to meet the waves of heat that are already beginning to crest deep between your thighs, rocking against the pressure there.

The sun's last rays illuminate Kino's eyes, the honeyed gold outshone by the blue flame that flares from within as he watches the earth begin to go out from under you, your body bowing, tipping forward until your head rests against his shoulder with Alfred still pressed close to you. The last thing you're aware of is the sensation of Kino's forearm flexing as his fingers move roughly between your legs, your body trembling as your other hand tightly grips a fistful of his shirt, and then with a gasp you're gone, hips bucking as you moan into the taut muscle of Kino's neck.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he gives a growled sigh, keeping his hand where it is, letting you steal the last waves of pleasure from his fingers

The sun has dropped below the horizon leaving the room bathed in indigo light, and as you begin to soften Alfred's hand slips from your shirt, his arms now moving to support you as you barely manage to stay standing on shaky legs. Letting your body lay back against his broad chest his warm lips gently capture yours when you turn your head toward him, and you can feel a smile hidden in the kiss.

"So, what do you think, Mr. Loy?" His eyes flick from your face to Kino's, who looks nearly as dazed as you do. "Would you like to help give our needy girl what she wants?"

Oh.

Theirs.

Kino blinks, catching the approval in Alfred's expression, the final piece of the puzzle slotting into place.

"Well, when she asks so nicely.." he looks back at you, at the hope hovering in the blissed-out expression still on your face, and a smirk curves one corner of his mouth when his fingers press once more against your oversensitive sex, causing you to gasp. "How could I possibly say no."

* * *

Although uncertain about exactly how this might play out, over the last couple of days you'd found yourself picturing dinner, or coffee and a pain au chocolat at your favourite café a couple of blocks from the Tower; some time to test the waters, conversations to confirm expectations.

It turns out, however, that none of you happen to particularly interested in waiting, especially after what had just transpired in your office.

Instead, you find yourself a just short while later on your knees at the foot of Alfred's bed, the warm light of the bedside lamps illuminating the room now that night has settled over the city. Your hands rest on the tops of your bare thighs, your hair neatly braided by Alfred's practiced fingers, and the rhythm of your heart beating in your chest matching the throb between your legs as your spinning mind tries to fully catch up to what's happening.

It's not that the bedroom or your position in it is unusual, in fact it's a setting that you've come to very much enjoy being in.

But this time is different.

This time as you watch the slow, controlled flex of Alfred's hips that pushes his hard length through the circle of his fist, you can also feel calloused hands moving over your skin from where Kino is positioned at your back, his thighs bracketing yours, a heavy cashmere throw laid out as a comfortable cushion for both of you.

Heavy palms massage over your shoulders and then down to squeeze your hips, the firmness of his touch encouraging the slick swirl of desire between your thighs to grow. Every time you shift you can also feel the nudge of his erection against your ass, hot and achingly hard, and you let out a breathy sigh when you realize that you can feel the precum that's leaking, allowing the head to slip across your skin as he ruts slowly against you.

Then fingers are dimpling your flesh as Kino grips you and leans forward, the warmth of his broad chest pressing against your back.

"That feel nice, sweetheart?" he rumbles, breath stirring a piece of hair that's escaped your braid.

"Mhmm," you affirm with a nod, turning your head to rub your cheek against his bearded one.

"What else can you you can think of that might feel good?"

"There's, uh, quite a few things that come to mind.." you laugh softly, feeling rather spoilt for choice at this moment in time as you watch Alfred continue to stroke himself slowly, teasingly, like he's doing it for you. Because of course he is, the curled corner of his lips a knowing confirmation.

Then you feel Kino reaching between you, guiding the head of his cock to your entrance and letting the tip simply rest there, your back instinctively arching to allow him better access.

"What about this?"

You take a shuddering breath but can't get out more than a wavering moan when you exhale.

"You might want to try that again." he hums, the tension growing in his voice as holds himself still, waiting for your answer.

"Yes, yes that feels good. More, please.."

"You're sure? You seem to be enjoying this plenty." he replies, though he can't seem to help nudging into you a little while finding a slow, uneven rhythm.

"Yes, please." you whine, trying to rock back, but even with one hand he easily holds you in place,

"If you want more, you're going to need to do better than that." Alfred says, giving you a deceptively sweet smile.

The sound of the still shallow thrusts are already noticeably loud as Kino slips just the head of his cock in and out of you, and you'd might be embarrassed if you weren't so unbelievably fucking turned on right now, if you couldn't feel Kino's rough breath against your neck while Alfred's lovestruck gaze stays so entirely focused on you as you look up at him piteously from your knees.

"I- I need your cock, please Kino. I wanna know how good it feels when you come so fucking deep inside me- ah!" You let out a choked gasp, eyes rolling up when you he finally begins to sink deeper into you.

As you're slowly stretched you open you hear a groaned sigh above you as Alfred watches your expression change, your hips attempting to match the movements behind you. Kino is thicker than you're used to, though Alfred is longer, but with how aroused you already are it only takes a few slow, deliberate thrusts before he's fully and deliciously buried in your tight heat, Kino's deep moan almost sounding more helpless than yours does.

"God, you're so fucking wet sweetheart." His voice is tight as he slides out and then drives firmly into you again, a crooked, blissful smile curving your lips when he bottoms out once more. "You really do like this, hmm? Like him watching me fuck you while you beg to be filled with my cum?"

"Yeah," you sigh, reaching a hand up to wrap around the back of his neck, steadying yourself as he continues to rock into you, large hands reaching up to cup your breasts. "I really fucking do."

Your eyelids flutter closed with a broken gasp and your muscles clench when his thumbs flick over your peaked nipples, your ability to form rational thought fading quickly as a warm ache unfurls through you, but even with how good this feels you still wish you could feel that same stretch of him sliding between your lips, and-

Oh, fuck.

It was almost as though it hadn't been fully real until now, like you'd been drifting along on the current of a lovely daydream, so sweet and languid while warm hands and a thick cock drew every bit of your focus. But when you open your eyes again and see that Alfred is still standing there the reality washes over you, followed by a shudder that works its way down your spine to where your pussy tightens around Kino's girth.

This isn't a dream or a fantasy, you're really here, right now, framed by two men who are here to give you everything you want tonight, and as Kino continues to fuck slowly into you, your mouth starts to water as you watch Alfred's strokes grow rougher.

You'd generally enjoyed going down on men in the past and you knew you were good at it, but with Alfred it was the first time it felt like you just couldn't get enough.

He'd of course been more than happy to let you take your time, encouraging you and murmuring praise whenever you managed to take more of him than the last time, letting you use him to slowly train your throat until one night your nose was suddenly pressed into the silver hair at the base of his pulsing cock. You would've smiled if you could have as you listened to his surprised groans of pleasure, keeping him there until you were satisfied that you had swallowed every drop.

And it's almost maddening how badly you need to feel that again, right now, and the realization that you can simply because you want to has you quickly leaning forward.

But then you unexpectedly stop, frozen midway between them by Kino's arms holding you in place even as your tongue flicks out, seeking the glistening tip that's so tantalizingly close.

"She always this presumptuous?" You hear a gruff tease behind you.

"Quite often, I'm afraid. Even when her perfect cunt is full she still wants more."

"Hmm, did you hear one of us say you could have his cock in your mouth?" Kino chastises you.

Pouting you make a frustrated sound in your throat, but his grip tightens even as you strain against it.

"What is it you want, love?" Alfred coaxes above you.

"You know what I want." Your words are plaintive as you watch him continue to stroke himself, and meanwhile Kino's hips have stilled, hands holding you tightly even as you continue trying to lean forward while also rocking back against him, trying to find something, anything, to ease your growing need.

"Do I? What do I know?" Alfred breathes harshly.

Neither of them says anthing else, the only movement a slow squeeze of Alfred's thick fingers around the pretty head of his cock, but as you hungrily watch the precum leaking more freely from the tip you know he's just as desperate to have your mouth around him as you are, and when you meet his eyes again you recognize the silent plea there.

"You know that I want to taste you, that I want to feel you come down my throat while Kino fucks me. Please, Alfred." you finally say, your voice cracking with need.

"Ahh, so you do still know how to ask." Alfred grins, and with that Kino finally allows you to lean forward those last few inches so that your lips can press against the tip, more than a hint of relief in the rough sigh Alfred lets out. That's all you're allowed for now, but even just the taste of him on your tongue has you moaning as you eagerly work over what you can reach until the head of Alfred's cock is spit-slick and shining.

When you're pulled back again you can't help whining in protest, a thread of saliva connecting the now flushed head to your lips, but even in your frustration you grin perhaps a little smugly when you look up at Alfred and see that his expression is now pleasingly unfocused.

However you're only given a moment to take in the beautiful sight of him nearly gone for you, because then you feel a hand firmly grasp the back of your neck while the fingers of the other slowly wrap around your throat. Kino's touch is firm, and though he doesn't squeeze you're keenly aware of the pressure as you're guided forward again.

This time you're finally allowed to feel Alfred's cock push past your lips as Kino works to control your movement, making your mouth slide and bob messily along Alfred's length. After a few moments of this you're pushed further forward and now Kino's hips are moving again, matching the rhythm he's creating with your mouth, and the overwhelming sensation of it all has wanton sounds of pleasure humming in your chest.

There's still a bright, Puckish look in your eyes as Alfred looks down at you, unable to hide how pleased you are and how good it feels to finally have him in your mouth while your cunt is full at the same time, but that smile quickly fades to a frown when you feel his cock begin to nudge at the back of your throat, and now you need concentrate.

Alfred's free hand reaches to cup your cheek, thumb stroking lovingly.

"Keep going," he rasps, though his words aren't directed at you. "She can take more."

"Can she, now?" The timbre of Kino's voice drops low, though you can hear the smile curling around his words. "You want to show me how much, sweetheart?"

You just barely manage to nod as saliva spills from the corners of your lips, but it must be enough for him because then he's continuing to push you further down Alfred's length, and you know that Kino can feel the muscles of your throat flexing under his fingers when you start gag at the pressure. He pulls you off for a moment, letting you gasp and catch your breath, messy strands of drool falling from your chin onto your chest.

"All of it now, love." Alfred encourages you. "Just breathe, I know you can do it."

Your mouth drops open reflexively as you're guided forward once more and then Alfred's cock is suddenly filling your mouth and throat, your eyes squeezing shut as strong hands keep you where you are until you gradually start to relax, and then taking a deep inhale you swallow, the sensation causing Alfred to give a hitched groan and thrust an inch deeper.

Both of Alfred's hands now reach to cradle the back of your head replacing Kino's there, though his other hand remains carefully wrapped around your throat, enraptured by the way it feels with Alfred's cock nearly buried in it.

You're so locked in concentration on that, that you barely notice Kino's now free hand dropping down, two fingers catching the saliva that's been dripping between your breasts, and when they find your swollen clit you jerk at the sudden contact, gagging again briefly until you can bring your focus back to relaxing your muscles.

"You're doing so well for us, love." Alfred praises you, his voice growing tight and breathless as he continues to holds you firmly in place. "Now, my cock is going to stay right here until you come, alright?" Kino's hand squeezes your neck ever so gently as though emphasising Alfred's point for him.

"Don't think that's going to take long, is it, sweetheart?" Kino teases, fingers circling slowly over your clit. "Needy little pussy's already soaked, and I can feel how much tighter she gets whenever you do.. that. Jesus fuck." You hear a strained groan behind you when Alfred pulls you part way off of his cock and then pushes you slowly back down, once, and then again.

You can only whimper a pathetic, half-muffled sound but you know he's right, your sex is swollen and aching and even the teasing touch you're being given is enough that you can already feel the tide of pleasure rising quickly, the roll of your hips adding to the friction of the fingers between your legs.

Your own hands wander restlessly over Alfred's hips and belly and you want to moan as your orgasm builds but it stays caught in your chest as you revel in the sensation of being full of them both at once. And then the rhythm of Kino's thrusts grows more forceful which feels so fucking good and also nudges Alfred's cock deeper into your throat until your lips are fully stretched around the base of him, his familiar musk filling your senses as the tears that have been pooling in your eyes spill over.

Though you're not able to see Alfred's face now you can hear that his breathing is growing quick and shallow as his hips move more roughly now, and you're sure that if you were flicking your tongue against his leaking slit you would be able to taste the growing tang that tells you he's close.

It's all sublimely overwhelming, a feeling of being both the waves in the ocean and the shore that they're breaking against, bliss swelling up to fill every inch of you as the two men hold you firmly between them, and then Alfred's hips start to buck with a stuttering cadence.

"You feel so good, love, fuck you're so beautiful, I'm going to- oh god-" he grits through clenched teeth.

Time seems to freeze and you can feel him trembling in a moment of stillness until with a sudden jerk you feel that perfect, desperate throb against your tongue. His mouth falls open with a long groan as he surrenders himself to you, and the feeling of his release is what trips you that last step over the edge, your pussy tightening as your climax suddenly flares hot and bright, the sensation of Alfred spilling himself down your throat following you down into ecstasy while Kino's fingers continue to grind tight circles against your clit.

Waves of pleasure are still rolling one on top of the next when Alfred's hand grips your braid to pull your mouth off of him, pulses of his cum continuing to spill across your lips and chin to mix with the dripping mess of drool and tears as he strokes his fist over his still throbbing cock, your hoarse half-choked cries continuing under Kino's ruthless touch.

Your fluttering muscles and the angle meant that Kino was no longer fully buried in you while his focus was at the crux of your thighs, but now both of his hands move to grip your hips tight as he thrusts his cock all the way back into you with a rough groan.

A fraction of your logical brain filters back in and you're sure his knees must need to rest, since you're also growing aware of the ache in yours.

"Kino s'ok, you don't have to- " you reach a hand to squeeze his thigh.

"Oh, you think I'm going to stop now?" he growls in your ear. "I'm not nearly fucking done with you yet, sweetheart."

He doesn't give you a chance to protest before he's fucking you so hard you can't speak, and in the cloud of blissful agony and oversensitive from the orgasm that's still singing in your nerves all you can do is listen his low grunts and the sharp slap of his skin against yours, and even as you brace your palms against Alfred's legs you collapse forward, leaving a smear of his cum as your cheek presses roughly against the sweat-damp skin of his thigh.

"Say it." You dimly hear Alfred urge you. "Tell him what you want."

"Want your cum in my pussy," you manage to get out, your words rough with the cadence of his thrusts. "I need to feel it, p-please Kino."

Kino's brow furrows and then he's pulling you up so that your back is flush against him, an arm wrapping up across your chest to grip your shoulder and hold you tight which allows Alfred to watch your body jerk and your tits bounce every time he bottoms out.

"Fuck yes oh my god please, please right there." you beg as you feel Kino's rhythm start to falter, and Alfred knows the moment you feel that first throb, can see it in the rapture that blooms across your face as Kino's arms suddenly tighten and he lets out a ragged moan as he finally spills himself inside you, letting you feel the delicious warmth that spreads deeper with each pulse. His thrusts slow until eventually he goes still and the only movement is his chest rising and falling against your back, and even then he keeps himself buried until he's certain that you've taken it all.

"There you go," he sighs against you. "Just like you wanted, sweetheart. God, I'll give you anything you want.."

The last words are quiet and you're not sure he knows that he actually spoke them out loud, your own awareness drifting in and out through the hazy bliss of it all. None of you says anything else, simply breathing in the afterglow as you slowly blink back to life, and though you do feel a tinge of disappointment when Kino finally pulls out of you, you allow yourself to be slowly helped to your feet without protest.

You're entirely malleable now, Alfred easily turning you and carefully wiping your chin before guiding you back until you're sinking into what feels like the most comfortable bed you've ever laid on.

The creases around Alfred's eyes deepen with a sweet smile that sets your heart aglow with the now familiar flame of love as he slowly eases your legs back and open, but with your mind still bathed in the fading shimmer of euphoria you don't realize his intent until two fingers are suddenly sliding into you.

"Alfred!" you gasp as those fingers start to move, his forearm flexing as he slowly thrusts them into your now stretched hole, pushing the cum that's starting to leak out back inside you.

"He got to give you two." Alfred says simply as his movements grow shallower, and he knows that he's found it when your body strings tight - that spot inside you that steals the breath from your lungs and gives you visions of the stars. "Now it's my turn."

"Baby, wait-" you gasp, your eyes pricking with tears as your fingers scrabble uselessly at his wrist.

Then suddenly your hands are being pulled away and you realize in a weightless rush that Kino has moved onto the bed next you and now easily pins your hands above your head in one of his, the other gripping you beneath your knee and holding your other leg open to give Alfred access to continue fucking you with his fingers as he pleases.

Your inhales grow shallower, a keening sound moving higher in your chest with every quickening breath, wet, open-mouthed kisses trailing along the column of your neck as a third finger pushes inside you, a startled cry escaping your throat at the intrusion.

And still Alfred is relentless, his other hand leaving your thigh to press low on your belly, intensifying the sensation of his curling touch as the growing slick of your fresh arousal mixes with the sticky mess that's coating his thick fingers, and then your muscles start to clench hard around the wet suck of them until you're helpless to stop the aching wave that's building deep inside you.

You're desperate now although you're almost not sure for what, unable to catch your breath as you alternate between pulling away and allowing yourself to be dragged back into your need, and even as you mumble broken pleas you're not sure whether you're asking for mercy or for more, more, please don't stop don't fucking stop.

"It's alright, you can show him. Show him what a pretty mess you can make," Alfred rumbles.

Kino is watching you intently, his mouth hovering over yours to breathe in your panted gasps, and although it feels like he might, he doesn't kiss you.

"That's it, sweetheart, want to watch you come one more time.." he coaxes you, his lips just barely brushing against yours as pleasure begins to crest again, sharp and impossibly bright, every muscle going taut as your body arches off the bed.

Kino's hand releases its grip on your leg, a strong arm curling around your waist to anchor you instead, and even if you wanted to you couldn't hold back your wailing cries as you come entirely apart, the tremulous sounds interweaving with Kino's rough breath against your ear and Alfred's honey-sweet words of encouragement, darkness pooling at the edges of your vision as you soak the bed for him - for them.

Your entire body trembles with seemingly unending waves of spasms as Alfred's fingers continue to move inside you, slower but deeper now, his hand and forearm now drenched and shining along with your thighs as you whimper. Your hips still intermittently twitch and flex as he gentles his touch, carefully working you through the softening pulses of your orgasm as Kino's lips drags slowly over your neck.

Slowly your eyes flutter open again when Alfred's fingers finally slip out of you, still breathing hard as you drift back down to Earth. Looking up at Kino you flush beneath his near reverent expression, your gaze then moving to watch Alfred's hands soothe slowly over your thighs, and through the fading mist of pleasure something warm starts to swell up - a new, almost otherworldly sensation filling your chest as you look between your two men.

And then your head tips back and you laugh, a blissful sound that carries the luster of moonlight with it.

"Oh my god, that was- oh my god." you laugh again as Kino's arm slips from your waist so that you can fully relax into the bed while almost hesitantly releasing your wrists, though even once he does you're still aware of the heat of his grip lingering on your skin.

"You're really quite something, you know that?" he says, that intensity he always carries in his gaze still there though it's tempered with something sweeter now when you look back at him.

"You most certainly are, my love." Alfred echoes, using your now freed hands to tug you up so that he can stand between your parted knees at the end of the bed.

Wrapping your arms around his waist you turn your head so that you can rest against his chest, nuzzling your cheek against the soft hair there, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat bringing you those last steps back to reality while he frees your hair from your now ruffled braid.

Nearly purring as he massages his fingers over your scalp you leave a slow trail of kisses across his chest, eventually pulling back to look up at him with a contented sigh. Letting your chin rest against his sternum your eyes flick towards where Kino is now sitting as your hands slide over the warm planes of his back, and after a beat passes Alfred gives you an almost imperceptible nod.

Slowly you unwrap yourself from him and crawl back to Kino who had been moving to get up, but a hand pressed flat against his chest stills him. Leaning in close your lips ghost over his before pausing, pulling back just far enough that he can see the hopeful look in your eyes.

And then he's leaning the rest of the way forward and his lips find yours as he kisses you for the first time, and when he tastes the lingering musk that still clings to your tongue the hand that had been resting tentatively on your hip tugs you closer.

After one last swipe you both pull back, already nearly panting again as you look into his eyes.

"Kino, I.." You swallow, giving him a tentative smile. "Thank you. I mean that. And I hope that this isn't the last that I - that we'll - see of you? I mean, I know I'll see you next week, but.."

Kino glances at Alfred who simply raises an eyebrow and looks back to you, indicating who he needs to answer. Kino's hair is endearingly disheveled, an escaped curl that falls across his forehead causing your heart to skip a beat as he carefully searches your face.

"Not if you don't want it to be." He replies slowly, something cautiously hopeful flashing across his almost painfully blue eyes when he sees the unexpected relief in yours.

"I really don't." you confirm, your expression shifting a shade darker as you bite your lip, looking at him through your lashes.

"And besides," you glance back at Alfred's encouraging smile, "you did say you're interested in giving me what I want, and.. well, I still have a few ideas of how you could help do that."

* * *

Silver dawn has just begun to illuminate his bedroom when you wake the next morning to Alfred's hands moving slowly over your body, his weight shifting over you and settling between your thighs as soon as he realizes you're awake.

Eyes still closed in the dim light he slides his already fully hard cock into you, both of you moaning at the sweet stretch of it. You don't rush, simply enjoying the sensation of being as close as you can get to each other, sighing contentedly at the solid weight of his body covering yours as he rocks languidly into you.

"So, you have a few more ideas, do you?" He teases, voice still rough with sleep.

"Hmmm, I think I might.." you grin against his neck as you hook your heels around his waist, the muscles of his back flexing beneath your palms as his thrusts grow firmer and deeper.

"Tell me."

A/N: Well, there you have it! It's wild to have actually, finally written this after so long, and believe me that word count was not the plan, but I really shouldn't be surprised any more. 😂