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“We’re?”

“You know what I mean. I used the last of it up.”

“It was just cute, that’s all,” Finn smiled, walking over to the bread bin, opting for toast instead.

“Out of bread too.”

“Did you eat this entire kitchen empty?” Finn laughed. Leo shrugged, attention turning back to the bowl of cereal in front of him. “But, ‘we’re’?” he backtracked.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Leo tried to reason, cheeks reddening by the second. Leo had spent most of his nights since the final game at Finn’s.

“No, it’s cute. I appreciate the company.”

“Let me know if I’m getting in the way or I’m out-staying my welcome, though. Please. The last thing I want to do is tread on your toes all the time,” Leo gushed, setting his spoon down and looking down at the table. Finn could only laugh as he walked around to the back of Leo’s chair and hugged him from behind, nestling his nose into Leo’s neck.

“You could never out-stay your welcome… never ever.” His voice was muffled into Leo’s skin. “Although if I have to pick up another one of your socks off of the bathroom floor, we’ll have a different issue altogether,” he warned. He felt the tension in Leo’s shoulders loosen as he laughed a little. A laugh of slight relief.

Finn stood back up, grabbing a bagel from the bread bin and putting it in the toaster, taking the butter out of the fridge as he walked past. “Did you see Alex at all this morning?”

Leo shrugged. “I woke up, like, five minutes before you did. I didn’t hear any snoring, though, so I doubt it.”

Finn nodded, buttering his bagel, looking over as his phone pinged.

‘Stayed round Nat’s. I know you’re worrying. Stop being a baby’

‘Stop being a nightmare. I wasn’t worrying’

‘Whatever. Leave me some milk please.’

‘No’

‘What happened to taking care of your old, withering brother.’

Finn rolled his eyes and ignored the text, sitting down next to Leo as he finished his bagel off.

“Alex has just asked me to leave some milk for him. What should I say?” Leo asked, showing Finn his phone.

Finn shook his head. “Tell him to fuck off.”

“I can’t say that to your brother,” Leo gasped in horror. “Let alone my captain.”

Finn laughed. Leo still hadn’t figured out how to act around Alex. He was so used to seeing him at training, in the gym, game face on all the time. It was only when Leo had come round and caught Alex singing along to the Hamilton soundtrack that he realised his captain was actually a real human off the pitch. Finn got a good kick out of the video and Alex’s reaction upon noticing that Leo was standing there.

“Tell him I’ll grab some on the way back from my run. He can deal without until then. Don’t know why he can’t just pick some up for himself,” Finn shrugged, standing up. He took Leo's bowl from him and placed the dishes in the dishwasher. “You coming?”

Leo shook his head. “I’ll head out later, it looks like it’s going to rain.” Finn looked out to see blue skies and looked back to Leo to ask how he knew but he was engrossed in a video on his phone. He shook off his confusion, walking back through to his bedroom to get changed.

He waved to Leo as he left, haphazardly picking a playlist and leaving. He needed something that would get him going. He thought back to the previous night, how he couldn't keep his eyes off of Logan, as hard as he tried. He wasn’t sure if he was even mad that Leo was talking to him, or if it was because he was talking to Leo. Everything with Logan had been so easy.

Finn rounded the corner and pushed harder, building up speed. The memories from the night they fell out came rushing in. He tried to outrun them; to leave them in the dust. He didn’t want to think about Logan again. He didn’t want to see Logan again, be in the same room as him, be within his general presence. Finn rounded another corner and sped up, passing through the park gates.

The song changed- ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’. Finn cursed as Logan’s favourite song continued to play through his headphones. He pushed harder.

--

“You played well tonight.” Finn turned around to find Logan leaning against the wall behind him, attempting to tie his tie up. Finn laughed as he put down his bag and walked over to him, taking the tie in his hands. He tugged on it, pulling Logan in, lightly kissing him.

“So did you,” he said as he pulled away. He undid the knot Logan had tied and retied it, smoothing down his collar when he was done. “Clearly not good enough, though, seeing as you lost,” Finn laughed as he picked his bag up. Logan shoved his shoulder.

“Fuck off,” Logan laughed, French accent thick. “Still played better than you.”

--

Finn followed the curve of the path, dodging walkers and kids as he continued to push. A bead of sweat dripped into his eye.

--

“No, you picked the last movie. Your movie choices are shit!” Logan lunged at Finn, arms reaching out to try and pry the TV remote from Finn’s grasp. Finn only stretched longer, arm well over the arm of the couch.

“C’mere,” Logan struggled. Finn had a firm arm around his hips, locking him in with his legs.

“Not my fault you’re so little,” Finn teased.

“I am not little,” Logan defended.

“Babe, if this was anyone else they would be able to reach the remote.”

Logan sat back up between Finn’s legs.

“You’re a cruel man.” Logan pouted. Finn laughed harder, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Logan’s torso.

“You know I can’t resist that face.” Finn brushed his nose against Logan’s.

“Did it work?” Logan asked, placing a light kiss on Finn’s lips, hands coming up and cupping his face.

“Nope, Captain America it is.” Finn smiled as he sat back.

Logan dropped his head back in defeat. “We always watch that,” he whined.

“Have you seen Chris Evans?”

--

‘She’s Kerosene’. Another of Logan’s favourites. Finn huffed, changing the song. ‘Poison’. Yet another. Finn cursed again, unlocking his phone and opening up his Spotify app. He halted when he realised the playlist title. ‘Tremblay’s toons.’

--

“Your music taste is awful, Finn. Have I ever told you that?” Logan fell back onto Finn’s sofa, scrolling through Finn’s music library. He started tapping on Finn’s phone.

“What’re you doing?” Finn asked, lying on top of Logan, head nuzzling through Logan’s arms. Logan lifted his arms up so that Finn could situate himself comfortably on Logan's chest and brought his arms back down around him, his free hand running up and down Finn’s back.

“Making you a playlist, mon amour.” Logan kissed Finn’s forehead and smiled. “Your freckles are out.”

“They’re always out,” Finn laughed.

“Oui, yes, I know, but not the little tiny ones that come out between your big freckles,” Logan smiled.

“You spend too long looking at me if you notice those. I can’t even notice those,” he laughed.

“I like looking at you.”

--

Finn cursed again and changed the playlist and started running again. In his frustration he hadn’t noticed the clouds roll in until he felt a raindrop on his forehead. He huffed again and started running again, desperate to take his mind off of Logan. He regained speed, eager to get back to the flat before it started pouring.

--

“Finn, it’s about to rain, come on,” Logan laughed, tugging at Finn’s arm in an attempt to pull him inside.

“I know,” Finn giggled, face up towards the sky, arms out as the first drops began to fall.

“You’ll catch a cold!” Logan laughed as he tried to pull again. The rain got heavier, Finn’s determination to stay out growing with every drop.

“Stay out here with me, come on,” Finn motioned his head and grabbed Logan’s hand, pulling him in and hugging him. The rain turned into a downpour.

Finn looked down at Logan, whose curls were heavy with water. He brushed one of them away from his face, wiping some of the water from his eyebrow. Logan looked up at him, blinking through the rain, laughing when a drop splashed into his eyes.

“This is cute but if you end up sick you are not blaming me,” Logan shrugged, wrapping his arms around Finn tighter.

“I’m fine with that. As long as I’m with you, I’ll deal with whatever the consequences.”

“You’re so cheesy.”

--

Finn entered the shop, pulling his headphones off and running a hand through his hair. He cringed at the feeling of his wet clothes against his skin, shuddering slightly. He found the milk, paid for it and sent a picture to Alex.

‘I got soaked for this. You owe me.’

‘Perfect. You can have your coffee now and get out of whatever grump you’re in. Nat and Kasey are over.’

Finn rolled his eyes and turned the corner onto their street. He entered the building and climbed the stairs, already hearing the echoes of laughter emanating from their flat. He opened the door up to find Kasey, Natalie, Alex, Leo, James and Lily dotted around the sitting room.

“You’re dripping,” Alex pointed out.

“Yeah, I got caught in the rain,” he said, toeing his trainers off. He pointed to Leo.

“I told you so!” Leo shouted at the same time as Finn said, “don’t you dare.” He groaned. “I’ll run and get changed. What we watching?”

“Captain America.”

Finn sighed, trudging towards his room.

**

Leo watched as Finn walked through to his room, face fallen. He excused himself and followed Finn, knocking on the door before entering.

“Everything alright?” he asked. Finn looked up at him and nodded.

“Yeah, I just don’t like wet clothes,” Finn said dismissively.

“Okay? You just looked pretty angry when you got in.”

“I got caught in the rain Leo, leave it,” he snapped. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, his own tone surprising him. “No, that wasn’t fair, you haven’t done anything wrong. I’m sorry for snapping.” Leo leant against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. “Just a lot on my mind.”

“Do you need to talk about it?” Leo asked, head falling to the side.

“No. Yes. No. I don’t know,” Finn sighed, rubbing his hands on his face. He pulled off his top and threw it into the washing basket.

“Is it Logan?”

Finn sighed. “Yeah.” He walked into the bathroom to turn the shower on.

“Did he say something?” Leo asked, following him in. Finn sat against the sink, waiting for the water to heat up.

“No, it was just weird seeing him last night.”

“What happened between you two?”

“We fell out,” Finn shrugged. “The others try not to make a big deal out of it because we’re all so close.”

“How come you guys fell out?” Leo asked.

“We just did. We had an argument,” Finn walked back over to the shower, sticking his hand under the water.

Leo nodded, understanding not to pry anymore. “I’ll leave you to it.” He turned around to walk out when he heard a cough behind him. He smiled and turned back around, giving Finn a kiss. “Enjoy your shower, Baby Red.”

“Hey! You’re a rookie, you don’t get to use that nickname!” Leo heard as he walked back through into the living room. He grinned as he plopped down on the couch next to Lily.

“You called him Baby Red, didn’t you?” she asked.

“Chin up.” A hand clapped on Finn’s back. He turned round to face Remus. “It’s just another game.” He smiled. Finn laughed slightly and shrugged.

“Still disappointing though. Knut will take it hard, should probably be comforting him instead of me,” Finn mused. He accepted the water bottle from the water runner and squirted it into his mouth. His eyes trailed around the pitch to lock onto Leo’s. Finn’s breath caught in his throat slightly. Leo looked crestfallen, having accidentally caused a knock on which ultimately resulted in the try France needed to win. The team had fought to gain the points back, but still lost 15-13.

Finn started over to Leo, but was interrupted by James who guided him away from the rest of the field.

“Pots?”

“You know how you’re my favourite O’Hara, don’t you?” James questioned, a deviant smile sewed onto his face. Finn cocked an eyebrow.

“I’ll accept that, what do you want.”

“Would your brother be mad if we invited some of the French to his birthday tomorrow?”

Finn laughed. “You mean to ask, ‘Will my brother, our Captain, mind if we invited the team that just robbed us of a Grand Slam this year?’ I don’t know, James, you tell me.” Finn shook his head, smiling despite the crushing in his chest.

“When you put it like that…” James trailed off.

“I’m joking, I’m pretty sure he invited Kasey anyway, and no doubt he won’t want to go on his own. Just maybe bring it up gently,” Finn suggested. James nodded, clapped him on the back and walked off- no doubt to pull someone else into the party tomorrow evening. Finn grabbed a towel from a runner and wiped down his face, throwing it back down so he could shake hands with the French team. He went down the line, muttering congratulations to each player, giving a friendly head pat to Kasey Winter, and clapping Sirius Black on the shoulder. He did the same to Logan, but almost did a double take at the smirk that resided on his face.

“I’ve seen you play better, Harz,” Logan mused.

“And I’ve seen you kick from a further distance and not miss, Tremz. You really going to start that now?” Finn bit back.

On the whole, the French and the Irish teams got along relatively well. Kasey and Alex had been friends since their first run in at the World Cup a few years prior; James and Sirius had gone to the same boarding school in England- Finn was pretty sure there was actually something going on between Remus and Sirius, too. But the one rivalry that stood was Finn’s rivalry with Logan Tremblay. Ireland’s sweetheart loosehead prop versus France’s star hooker. It was rare that both boys made it through a game without causing a scene. The only saving grace being that any fighting would be an immediate red card and the team would have to play a man down for the rest of the game. It wasn’t that Finn hated the guy, it was just that he found Logan incredibly egotistical, way too boisterous, over-the-top and self-centered. Okay, maybe he hated Logan a little bit.

“Get over yourself, Fish. It’s not like you lost or anything.”

It took everything Finn had not to sock Logan one right there and then on the pitch, if only for the use of the nickname he had grown to hate. It also took a polite shove from James behind him but Finn pretended that it was his own willpower that pushed him down the line to shake hands and congratulate the rest of the French team. The walk down the tunnel took an age- the weight of the loss growing heavier on the team’s shoulders with every step they took. The last thing that Finn wanted to do was listen to their head coach drawl on about how well the team played and how it was ‘any man's game out there’. Thankfully, the speech was short and sweet.

The locker room was sombre, no one really wanted to air their thoughts on the outcome of the game but it seemed that James had something he was desperate to say, judging from the fact he was practically burning a hole into the floor.

“James, speak now or forever hold your peace because I can’t for the life of me deal with ‘Puppy James’ today,” Alex warned. James smiled and walked to the centre of the locker room, stopping the rest of the team in their various stages of undress.

“So, as you all know, it’s Harzy’s birthday party tomorrow.” Alex rolled his eyes. “Now normally I wouldn’t give a speech before the party, it’s a during party type thing but anyways,” he continued “the French are coming, and we have one opportunity to outdrink them and show them who’s boss.”

Finn felt a body behind him.

“It’s not like we just lost a cup to them or anything,” Leo chuckled, his voice low and hot against Finn’s neck. He took a shaky breath in, masking it as a cough.

“However,” James turned around and faced Finn, his finger pointing directly at his face. He felt Leo back up slightly. “There will be no fighting, will there Baby Red?” James raised an eyebrow.

“No fighting, I promise.” Finn smiled.

“Good, because we are here to celebrate Big Red and Big Red only.”

There were a few murmurs of agreement among the team causing James’ shoulders to slump a little.

“Give them a few hours, buddy, we’ve just lost,” Remus tried, clapping James on the shoulder lightly. Finn watched James turn away back to his stall, undressing in preparation for the showers. Finn turned around to find Leo stood right behind him. He smiled slightly, ignoring the tug in the pit of his stomach.

“You played well today,” Leo commented. Finn went to answer but his breath caught in his throat slightly at the sight of Leo before him.

“You didn’t play too bad yourself,” he replied, tugging his shirt off.

Leo Knut confused Finn. Finn had sworn not to fall in love with another player- let alone one on his own team. He wouldn’t say it was love yet, though. It was more, mutual pining; stolen kisses in the empty hallway; brief hand touches on nights out with the team; longing glances across the field. Finn loved being around Leo; he set off a raging fire within Finn that he wasn’t sure he wanted to put out.

He smiled back at Leo, making his way towards the showers to wind down after the game. He reflected on the game as he stood under the water, not wanting to dwell on it for too long but his mind kept wandering back to what he could have done better. He tried to shake the thoughts- to let them wash away with the mud and the grime from the pitch. He got out, grabbing his towel and drying his hair. As much as he appreciated and loved his team, the only place he wanted to be after a loss this big was his own flat, surrounded by no one and left to watch a movie or read a book.

He went through his cool down routine once he was changed, not talking to anyone, preferring to be with his own thoughts rather than anyone else’s. Still wrapped up in his own mind, he picked up his bag and went to leave, only stopping at the weight of a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to find Leo following him, a small smile etched onto his face.

“I know after games like this you usually want to be alone, but I was wondering if you wanted to be on your own with someone there? If that makes sense?” Leo asked, cocking his head to the side as he tried to put his thoughts into coherent words.

Finn laughed slightly as he pushed through another set of doors.

“I’d like that, actually. I was going to order in though,” he confessed.

“Sounds good to me.”

--

Leo liked Finn. No, Leo like liked Finn. That much was made abundantly clear the first night that Finn had pushed him against the wall with his lips. It was the type of kiss that Leo knew wouldn’t be a one off- it was too fuelled with something that Leo couldn’t quite pinpoint. Since then, Leo couldn’t quite figure out what Finn’s deal was, there was something holding him back. He followed Finn out to his car, chucking his bag in the back seat and climbing into the passenger side. The drive back to Finn’s was quiet, Leo couldn’t figure out if it was an uncomfortable quiet or not, or if he and Finn were too in their own heads after the game to need to say anything.

He followed Finn up into his flat, toeing his shoes off as he placed his bag down by the door and walked over to the sofa, sprawling across it.

“Make yourself at home why don’t you,” Finn laughed, whacking Leo’s head with the menu from the local Chinese before he settled himself on the opposite side of the sofa, lifting Leo’s legs up so he could sit with them in his lap. Unintentionally, he started rubbing little circles onto Leo’s ankle as he looked through the menu. Leo smiled, head falling back onto the arm of the sofa.

“What’re you in the mood for, sunshine?” Finn asked. Leo shrugged in response.

“Whatever you’re in the mood for.”

Finn rolled his eyes at the cryptic response, picking up his phone and ordering one of the set menu options. He hung up, leaning forward to chuck his phone on the coffee table, along with the menu.

“It’ll be about an hour,” Finn said. Leo nodded in response as he lifted his head up to look at Finn, a tug in his lower stomach alerting him to the circles that Finn was rubbing into his ankle. Finn leaned his head back, turning to look over at Leo. Leo’s breath hitched.

“Finn…” he started. Leo sat up slightly as Finn moved his feet to the side, meeting in the middle and crashing their lips together. Leo’s hands immediately found their way to Finn’s hair, tugging in an attempt to pull Finn closer to him. He leaned back to lie on the couch, Finn sliding in between his thighs.

Finn’s kisses became more aggressive, pushing Leo further into the couch as his hands slipped underneath his shirt, thumbs rubbing harsh circles into his hips. Leo moaned slightly as Finn started to trail kisses across Leo’s jaw, down to the soft spot that Finn had discovered beneath Leo’s ear.

“Finn, I-” Leo was cut off by Finn grinding his hips down on him.

“Finn,” Leo tried again. Finn lifted his head up to look at Leo, making him forget every coherent thought running through his brain.

CW: LOTS OF SEX AND SOME FOOD AND DRINK LATER ON

“Alright, boys,” Loops clapped his hands to get the attention of the four young men in front of him. “Let’s go over the ground rules. First off, do we all agree to the green, yellow, red light rules?” The men nodded their assent. “Next, do we all know the safeword and that it is equal to saying red?”

“Yes,” said Finn, energy humming shallowly beneath the surface of his calm (well, as calm as Finn could get) facade. “‘Offsides.’ Re, we know all of this, can we just get started?” Finn whined, shifting in an effort to hide his half hard-on. Remus’ keen eye caught the movement, looked Finn in the eye, and raised one eyebrow.

“No. Continuing on,” Remus tried to press on before he was interrupted yet again.

“I love it when he gets all bossy,” Remus looked over to where Sirius was sitting, fire in their eyes.

“I know, baby, but before we get to me being really bossy, we need to finish this discussion,” Remus crossed his arms over his chest. “We all got tested, yes? Please put your result papers on the coffee table next to the stapler.” Once the men all put their papers in a pile, Remus stapled them together and flipped through them quickly, noting all of the results just to give one final check that they were in the clear.

“Okay, we’re all good with the tests, so no condoms. Is that good with everyone?” Remus asked.

“God, yes,” Logan practically moaned.

“You’ll find that Logan is a bit of a cumslut,” Leo said with infinite candor. Sirius choked on his tongue, surprised by the blunt and authoritative tone.

“Okey-dokey,” Remus cleared his throat as his cheeks flushed a bright pink.

“Did you seriously just say “okey-dokey” when referring to my boyfriend’s proclivity for cum?” Finn asked, shocked.

“Did you seriously just use the word “proclivity” when discussing your boyfriend’s apparently insatiable need for ejaculate?” Remus asked clinically.

“Ejaculate and proclivity? Jesus, sometimes y’all forget that some of us,” Leo gestured between him and Sirius. “Didn’t go to college.”

“Hey, I know what those words mean!” Sirius said, affronted.

“I’m sure you do, honey,” Remus cooed.

“Sure, Cap, sure,” Leo teased with a quirk to his lips that stirred something spicy in Sirius’ gut.

“Back to the point. Don’t worry, it’s the final one,” Remus gently steered the conversation back to the clerical business of the fivesome. Who knew this was gonna be so much work, jeez, Remus thought. “Do we all agree to the pre-discussed kinks?”

“Yes,” All four men said in unison and looked around at each other, chuckling at their timing.

“Okay so, are we all set? Any final questions or comments?” Remus asked.

“Nope! Can we start now?” Finn was practically bouncing in his seat.

“Fine, fine, you insatiable horndog, have at it,” Remus' gesticulating hands flopped against his thighs.

“Bet,” Finn said, and in an unexpected turn of events, he stood up and headed directly towards Remus, cupping his face and kissing him roughly. As soon as they made connect, Finn tried to take control. Remus placed a steadying hand on his chest, pulling back slightly.

“Oh, honey, that’s not how this is going to go,” Remus smirked and surged forward, capturing Finn’s lips and effectively taking control immediately.

“Wow,” they heard Logan whisper from the couch.

“Let’s go to the bedroom quick before Re takes him on the couch,” Sirius said. Leo led the way and the others trooped behind him, Remus and Finn breaking their kiss for a moment. Remus took his hand and began to lead the dopey-eyed Finn to his and Sirius’ bedroom.

Once they got into the bedroom and closed the door (despite nobody else being home), Remus grabbed Finn by the hips and pushed him up against the door, kissing him deeply, tracing Finn’s tongue with his own. He reached down and cupped Finn’s cock through his jeans.

“This alright?” Remus panted.

“Hell yes,” Finn responded. Behind them, they heard a muffled moan and turned to see Leo and Sirius making out with Leo being fully in charge. “Damn, didn’t see that one coming.”

“That’s not the only thing you’re going to see coming,” Logan arched up into his own hand, cum spilling over his knuckles.

“Jesus, Tremzy,” Remus’ eyes were wide. “Already?” He asked incredulously.

“You guys are really fucking hot. What did you expect me to do?” Logan defended with equal parts pride and bashfulness.

“Lick it,” Remus ordered.

“What?” asked Logan, a little surprised by Remus' authoritative tone.

“I said lick it. Lick it off,” Remus commanded again. His tone brokered no argument.

“Yes, Daddy,” Making full eye contact with Remus, Logan slowly raised his hand to his mouth and sucked in one digit at a time, swirling his tongue around each finger. Once he was done, he licked a stripe up his palm and took his soft member into his hand, stroking it to semi-hardness once again.

“He’s a miracle worker, huh, Remus?” Finn took in Remus' aghast look. “He wants you so bad that he’s already getting hard again. It’s all for you… Daddy.” Remus' shocked look turned back to Finn.

“I didn’t know you wanted to try that too,” Remus stated questioningly.

“Well, I figure if you’re in control, I might as well go all the way,” Finn said, sounding clear-minded and sure of himself.

“Oh don’t worry, baby,” Remus whispered sultrily in Finn’s ear. “We’ll be going all the way.” He emphasized the last three words with a well-placed kiss to Finn’s jaw.

“Yes, Daddy,” Finn looked into Remus' eyes coquettishly. With a newfound strength that Remus barely even knew he had, he lifted Finn up and unceremoniously deposited him onto the California king bed.

“Can you take your clothes off for me now, baby?” Remus said with a tone that made the question more of a demand.

“Yes, Daddy,” Finn said and immediately shucked his shirt to the sound of a collective moan from the three onlookers, each stroking their cocks as they watched the scene before them unfold.

“Slowly, baby, slowly,” Remus cooed. “Let me savor your body.” He climbed on top of Finn, now divested of his own shirt and jeans, left only in his boxer briefs. He kissed down from Finn’s neck all the way to his waistband. “Every. Single. Inch.” Each word was punctuated with a kiss or a nibble, Remus wanting to mark what belonged to him.

“I’m going to take off your pants and boxers now, okay baby?” The rate of Finn’s breathing increased as he nodded his head. “Are you okay? What color, Finn?”

“Green,” he rushed to say. “No, yellow.” He stuttered.

“Okay, do you want to take it slower? Do you want to stop with the “daddy” thing?” Remus asked, concern in his eyes and his voice.

“No, I just need a second,” Remus crawled off of him and gave him some time to close his eyes and just breathe, close but not touching. After a few moments of steadying breathing (the rest of the room holding its breath), Finn said: “I’m ready to go.”

“Okay,” Remus leaned in to place a soft kiss on Finn’s lips. When Finn started pressing against him and whining, Remus knew they were ready to try again. He kissed down Finn’s torso, leaving bite marks and bruises as he went, spending a little extra time laving up his nipples, sucking and nibbling on them until they were pink and pert. “Ready to take these off?” Remus asked as he gestured to Finn’s pants.

“Yes please,” Finn panted. At this cue, Remus slowly unbuttoned Finn’s jeans and, hooking his thumbs beneath his underwear as well, tugged the articles of clothing down, slithering down the bed to pull them completely off Finn’s legs. Remus devoured him with his eyes, appreciating every curve and every sharp edge. He surged back up to capture his lips in a kiss so hot Finn moaned into it, pressing his body up onto Remus’ clothed hips. “More, more!” Finn whined.

“More, what, baby?” Remus merely kissed him again. “You have to ask Daddy nicely if you want me to do something.”

“More please, Daddy, please!” Once again, they heard a chorus of moans from behind them.

“That’s a boy,” Remus rewarded him with a pinch to his nipples. “That’s how a good baby asks for what he wants.”

“I need it, Remus!”

“Who?” Remus demanded, one eyebrow raised as he looked down at the squirming man below him.

“Daddy!”

“Good boy,” Remus said, making Finn keen below him. Remus reached for the (admittedly large) bottle of lube on the bedside table. “Alright, baby. Lift your knees to your chest for me.”

Finn’s eyes squinted slightly and he was hesitant to move.

“Alright down there? Color?”

“Green, I’m just a little nervous. I just don’t like… rough stuff,” Finn blushed at his admittance.

“Don’t worry; we already discussed rough stuff as a hard no for you and I will respect and honor that,” Remus soothed. “But it’s also okay if you don’t want to do this. We can do something else.”

“No, no!” Finn was quick to respond. “I wanna do this, just… be gentle? Please?”

“Of course, baby,” Remus sweetly pressed a kiss to Finn’s cheek. “Ready to lift your legs?”

“Yes, Daddy,” The moaning resumed. It seemed that Leo moaned every time Finn called Remus “Daddy.” Fascinating, thought Finn. Mayhaps this is something to incorporate into our sex life.

“I want to see you finger yourself,” Remus commanded. “Give me your fingers.” Finn raised his hand gingerly to Remus' mouth. Remus eagerly sucked Finn’s middle and pointer finger into his mouth, sucking and licking in earnest until Finn’s fingers glistened with spit.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Sirius called from the background as he watched his partner’s oral fixation in full effect. “Use that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

Remus guided Finn’s slicked fingers down towards his puckered hole. He pressed one finger in and swallowed Finn’s moan as they kissed. Soon, Remus pulled back to watch Finn fuck himself on his finger and instructed him to add the next. Finn watched, blissed out in pleasure, as Remus sucked his own pointer finger into his mouth before pulling it out to add to Finn’s. Remus and Finn worked their collective three fingers in and out until Finn cried out.

“I need you now, Daddy,” Finn moaned, tears springing to his eyes. “Now please!”

“Easy, baby, I’m right here,” Remus smoothed his hand up and down Finn’s side. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!” Finn cried.

“Okay, baby, okay,” Remus shushed. Gently, he began to press into Finn’s hole, tight, wet, and so, so warm. “You feel so good, baby.” Remus shifted slightly once he was fully sheathed within Finn’s heat, trying to find that tight bundle of nerves. He knew he found it when Finn nearly sobbed in pleasure and relief.

“Right there!” Finn shouted.

“Right there?” Remus grunted as he thrust in again and again, hitting Finn’s prostrate consistently and relentlessly. As Remus and Finn crushed themselves together, trying to get as close as possible, Finn started to babble senselessly.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Finn yelled, his eyes crammed shut in ecstasy.

“I’m right here, baby,” Remus smoothed Finn’s sweaty hair back from his forehead. As Remus gave one more well-timed and aimed thrust, Finn came suddenly with a surprised cry. Remus milked the orgasm out of him, stroking his spurting cock slowly and tightly as he continued to pound and grind little circles into Finn’s hole. Remus followed shortly after, the look on Finn’s face and his hole clenching tightly around Remus' cock pushed him over the edge. He spilled into Finn, filling him until cum was dribbling out of his hole and onto the bed. Thank god we put the protective cover on the bed, thought Remus, ever the practical thinker, even in the throes of pleasure.

Finn whined as Remus pulled out as gently and slowly as he could, causing even more cum to trickle out from Finn’s hole, now clenching against the nothingness. Remus flopped onto the bed next to Finn.

“Who’s next?” Remus panted, once again not expecting the answer to be him.

“You,” Leo practically growled as he stalked his way over to the bed, looking at Remus like he was his next meal.

“Oh shit,” Sirius said as he watched this exchange occur.

“You think you can take me, rookie?” Remus challenged like the secret brat he was, raising an eyebrow at the typically sweet, blonde giant.

“Oh, darlin’. I know I can,” and Leo surged onto the bed to press Remus into the mattress with an earth-shattering kiss. At the slide of Leo’s tongue alone, Remus felt his cock fattening up once again. “I can feel you, baby, feeling you getting hard from me.”

“Oh, I’m “baby” now, am I?” Remus asked his brattiness right at the surface.

“I’ll turn you into ‘baby’ with one press of my cock into that sweet little ass of yours,” Leo growled into Remus' ear. Finn rolled off the bed to Logan whose arms were open for him. Finn hugged Logan and grabbed handfuls of his ass and gave it a squeeze. They pressed into each other, rubbing their unclothed cocks against each other, feeling each other’s growing hardness. Sirius was in the corner sprawled out on an armchair, frankly, taking a breather.

“Damn, Nutty, I didn’t know you would get so dominant in bed,” Remus remarked.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Re,” Leo smirked, once again capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Behind them, they could hear Logan moaning.

“That’s it, Lo baby,” Finn grunted. “Sit on my cock and don’t move. If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll even let you come a couple of times.”

“Eyes on me, Loops,” Leo adjusted Remus' head so his eyes locked in on his. “Let’s get you all stretched out like a good boy, okay, baby?” And just like that, Remus felt himself start to slip into subspace. He knew he was in safe hands with Leo and that Sirius was there so he let himself go. He hummed his agreement.

Leo picked up the bottle of lube that was sitting next to them on the bed and coated his fingers. He quickly delved one finger into Remus' heat, thrusting all the way to the knuckle and rapidly inserting a second, encouraged by Remus' depraved moan.

“C’mon, Re baby, I know you can take it,” Leo said, crooking his fingers in Remus to find that sweet spot. When he did, Remus arched up off the bed and groaned brokenly. He stuck in his third slicked-up finger and scissored them to open up Remus' clenching hole.

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” Remus panted.

“Okay,” Leo lined himself up and pressed into Remus, inch by agonizing inch. Once his balls hit Remus' ass, he leaned his entire body weight onto Remus' prone form. With each press in, Remus lost it a little more, moaning like nobody was listening, which, of course, they were, moaning wantonly along with him. Leo ground his hips into Remus whose cock was strained, bright pink, and drooling a constant stream across his belly. He pressed a hand to his belly where he could feel and see a bulge from where Leo’s dick was so deep inside of him. Distantly, he heard Sirius groan when he did this. He felt himself slipping farther away from reality. Before he knew it, he was chanting:

“Sirius, Sirius, Sirius!” Remus was pushing up to meet each of Leo’s thrusts.

“Cap,” Leo panted. “Cap, he’s calling for you.” Sirius paused what he was doing (take a wild fucking guess what it was) and hurried over to where Remus was lying on the bed under Leo’s large, undulating body.

“I’m here, sweetheart, don’t worry. I’m here,” Sirius pushed Remus' hair off his sweating forehead as he shushed him sweetly. “I’m here.” He pressed a lingering kiss onto the skin he revealed on Remus' forehead.

“Closer,” Remus begged. “Closer.” Leo paused his heaving ministrations, taking some of his weight off of Remus while he spoke.

“I can’t get closer, sweetheart,” Sirius tried to abate the tears threatening to spill over his fiance’s cheeks.

“In me. Need you in me,” Remus needed to feel Sirius inside of him.

“Okay, okay,” Sirius hushed. “Are you sure? We’ve never done this before.”

“Need you now,” Remus whined.

“Okay, we’re gonna need to prep you a bit more before we do that,” Sirius explained.

“Don’t need that. Need you now,” Remus sniffed.

“You need to be stretched a bit more, sweetheart,” Sirius cooed. “Can you let me do that? Can you be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, I’m a good boy,” Remus nodded emphatically. “Just need you.”

“You have me,” Sirius kissed him gently and passionately. He lubed up his fingers and pressed on in next to Leo’s dick. When he nodded, he and Leo started thrusting their respective, ahem… digits in and out of Remus. After stretching him out with a couple more fingers added, Remus was a babbling mess.

“Hnnnnuggggg,”

“That’s right,” Leo said, his voice hoarse.

“That’s my baby,” Sirius said, pushing and pulling his fingers in and out of Remus' hole. “That’s my good boy.”

“Good boy,” Remus said dazedly.

Behind them, Leo heard the distinct sound of Logan coming hard and the quiet chants of “So good, Lo baby, so good.” Leo could just imagine the feeling of Logan’s clenching hole and the thought made his thrusts into Remus stutter.

“Now, now, now,” Remus demanded, all traces of his former dominance were nowhere to be found.

Once Sirius decided Remus was stretched enough, he took a shaking breath and lined himself up. He gingerly pushed in the tip of his cock to the sound of chorusing moans coming from The Redhead and The Shrimp.

Slowly but sure as hell soundly, Sirius pushed the rest of his cock into Remus, using what little strength he had left to haul Remus into a somewhat sitting position to allow for a greater depth of motion from Leo and himself. Remus was putty in his arms, putting up no resistance to being moved. In fact, he moaned so loud that all eyes in the room fell on him as he tried and failed to bounce on the cocks fucking into him. His body was simply jelly, no musculature left in its form. He pressed both hands on his belly where he could feel the pressure and pleasure of both cocks in him. All thoughts of mattress covers, test results, and practicality had gone from his mind. He could only think of bliss.

“Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, so much,” Remus cried, tears spilling down his cheeks. “Huhhhhhnnngggg.”

“I know, baby,” Sirius shushed. “We can stop.”

“No stop, no,” Remus cried. Honestly, Leo was just grunting as he thrust in and out of Remus' stretched, wet hole.

“Shhhh, baby, it’s okay, we’ve got you, right Leo?” Sirius said.

“Yes, baby. You can let go,” Leo panted. Remus whined and sniffed as tears continued to drip down his cheeks and onto his torso. All of a sudden, his bobbing and drooling cock left untouched, Remus came so hard he saw lightning bolts and stars behind his closed eyes. He clenched around the cocks that were stretching him so, so wide and pressing into him so, so deep. He felt Sirius shoot his load into his hole and rocked back and forth on the two cocks, riding out the shockwaves of his own orgasm. He felt Leo spill into him as well, a string of expletives exiting his mouth.

Gingerly, gently, and with many kisses, Leo and Sirius pulled out of Remus and laid him back onto the bed. They heard twin shouts from across the room as Finn came inside Logan who came all over Finn’s hand. After Finn came down slightly from the high of his second orgasm, he walked over to the bed and stroked Remus' thigh.

“Hey, Re. Do you want me to clean you up, love?” Finn asked calmly, his doe eyes glittering in the soft lighting of the room.

“He’s really good at it, darlin’,” Leo had quickly gone to get a damp washcloth from the en suite and was gently mopping up the mess on Remus' stomach and thighs, intentionally leaving his hole out the equation.

“Let Finn clean you up, sweetheart. If you feel up to it,” Sirius suggested, petting Remus' hair after using the washcloth to clean his hand.

“Yeah, okay,” Remus said quietly with wide, tired eyes.

As soon as Remus felt Finn’s mouth on his hole, he sighed into the pleasure, the gentle pressure and warm heat a comforting feeling that allowed the sore ring of muscle to relax a little. After several minutes of insistent licking and eating out in earnest, Remus was hard again and with a couple more thrusts and well-timed flicks of his tongue, he was falling apart all over again.

The next thing he knew, he felt a warm washcloth cleaning up his hole before he was under a blanket.

“There he is,” Remus heard Sirius say when he finally opened his eyes fully. “Here, drink some water. I want to see this whole glass finished in half an hour. Also, when you’re ready, have some apple slices.”

“Okay,” Remus whispered, taking a gulp before snuggling into Sirius who was now wearing sweatpants and a big, fuzzy sweatshirt made soft from a billion washes.

On the other side of the bed were the Cubs, sitting up and munching on apple slices, pretzels, and carrots sticks and sipping on big glasses of water.

“Guess what, mon loup?” Sirius whispered in Remus’ ear. “Fish over there preps snacks and water before sex. King of aftercare, I guess.” He and Remus chuckled.

“I don’t want carrot sticks, I want chocolate,” Remus whined quietly. Sirius, who knew his fiance so well, pulled a chocolate bar out from his pocket and handed it over.

“How about chocolate and carrot sticks?” Sirius prompted.

“Okay,” Remus agreed and did a big stretch. When he recovered, his eyes looked a little more clear-minded, slowly coming out of subspace.

“I guess I really dropped hard this time,” Remus commented.

“It was to be expected what with all we… did,” Sirius cuddled him closer. “But I get that it’s a lot though. Remember the first time it happened to me? It took me a while to come back, but look at you now? Already feeling less foggy, hm?” He pressed a long kiss to Remus’ temple.

“Yeah,” Remus said. He quickly gulped down the rest of the water, suddenly feeling as dry as the Sahara Desert. Once he finished it, he turned around, looking for the Cubs. When he found them, he looked over and his eyes widened. Logan’s neck was absolutely covered in hickies. “So I guess I’m not the only one who had a good time, huh Tremz?”

“I think it’s safe to safe that we all had a great time,” Logan said, looking around at his boyfriends and momentary lovers.

“We have to do this again sometime,” Finn enthused.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” Leo put his hand on Finn’s back, rubbing circles over the thin material of his t-shirt. “We just finished having, frankly, mindblowing, sex and you’re already thinking about next time?”

“Come off it, Nutty, you were thinking it too,” Finn said with slight petulance.

“Damn, you caught me,” he pressed kisses one by one on both cheeks of each of his boyfriends.

“I’m down to go again,” Remus said. They all stared down at the practically swaddled man and collectively gave him a Look. “I don’t mean now. I mean sometime in the future, jeez. I’ve got stamina, but not that much.” He joked.

“I think this is a discussion best saved for when we’re all a little less tired and a little more coherent,” Leo advised wisely.