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You loved teaching your kids, but you also loved going home at the end of the day and spent the rest of your evening away from doodled brainrot memes on the students assignments and cuddling up in Rylands arms instead. Ugh, five days of chaperoning eighth graders through the science museum, various history exhibits and activities that tired them out enough so they wouldn't destroy the whole hostel when you came back for dinner.

All of this without your boyfriend cheering you up with his stupid science puns, even when you two weren't allowed to sleep in the same room. Sometimes you did it anway, giggling like you were highschoolers breaking the rules- as if you weren't two adults. Well, you weren't so sure when it came to Grace.

The memory made you smile as you laid alone in your tiny hostel room, staring up at the ceiling. The only thing that kept you sane throughout this trip was thinking about Grace, how his hands felt on your hips, the soft and almost shy way he kissed you before making slow and sensual love to you while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

Your thighs clenched together, and you smiled at Rylands good night message on your phone, knowing he was already tucked in for bed. You shot back that you missed him with a kiss emoji, before you rolled over, hugging your pillow to your chest.

Friday couldn't come fast enough.

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By the time you sat in the bus back to town, you were practically vibrating with need and excitement. So much so that the loud chattering and bickering of your students in the seats behind you didn't even faze you one bit. Not even the grating voice of Mr. History could bring you out of your good mood.

You didn't even send Ryland a text that you were coming over as soon as you arrived. He thought you'd be too tired after dealing with young teenagers for a week straight and just wanted to come home to spend a peaceful night alone, so this would be the perfect surpise! You did want to unwind, but why not do it with your beloved boyfriend? Some gourmet ramen (50ct ramen packets topped with a softboiled egg), catching up on new teacher gossip from school while you were away and loving, hot, sloppy sex just to fall asleep in Rylands arms right after and being able to sleep in the next day. There really wasn't anything better than that, no matter in which order those things happened.

You had worn that little black dress he loved, the one with the plunge neckline and a hem that barely brushed your thighs under a jacket and paired with some ugly pants, just so your students wouldn't tease you for looking like a stripper. You had a reputation to uphold after all, and you didn't need to be the next hot topic in the teachers lounge because parents were mad the teacher of their children was appearently dressing like a whore.

You slipped out of the jacket and pants when you arrived at Rylands apartment complex, swapping your converse for heals and your chapstick for lipstick. You packed everything into your bag, brushing your hair with your fingers to make it sit nicely as you looked into the elevator mirror, pushing down the hem of your dress so you wouldn't accidentally reveal your little secret to an unknown neighbor- you had left your panties in your suitcase. You weren't wearing anything underneath the dress, not even a bra, just another little surpise for Ryland.

God, you felt like such a slut walking down the hallway on his floor, and it seemed to stretch endlessly before you finally reached his door.

Your heart was pounding in anticipation to see his face when he would open the door, so you didn't waste any more time and knocked firmly, listening to shuffling and footsteps behind the wood, before it finally creaked open.

Instantly, you threw your arms around his neck and fell into him, your bag forgotten at your feet. "Surprise!" you giggled, squeezing him tightly. Fuck, he smelled good. Judging by his damp hair, he was fresh out the shower, a towel with bleach spots hanging around his neck. Ryan didn't bleach his hair, so it was probably used in a science project at school and he thought it was too wasteful to throw it out.

"I missed you so much-" you said as you pulled back so you could look at him, only for your brain to short-circuit.

Your jaw hung open as you took him in, he somehow looked equally shocked. Rylands beard was darker and longer than a week ago, though he usually shaved it before it got too thick. You always wanted to see him grow out his stubble, and shit, you knew he'd look damn good with it.

He wasn't wearing his glasses, which you blamed on him being fresh out of the shower, and he wasn't wearing his usual science pun shirts and heart briefs, but a white shirt with faint grease stains that just wouldn't wash out, the sleeves so short they strained over his plump biceps and jeans that were ripped at the knees hung low on his hips.

You didn't even know he had clothes like that. This wasn't how you had left Ryland behind, but you weren't about to complain one bit.

"Ryland" you breathed as your eyes trailed over him with appreciation and he opened his mouth to speak, but you pressed a finger to his lips "No, let me have this" you shushed, getting back to admiring him. Your hand came up to cup his face, your thumb brushing through his tamed but dark beard, a low and genuine moan escaping your lips "Fuck, look at you. This beard is so sexy. Why didn't you tell me you wanted to grow it out? I've been waiting for you to do that" you smiled, biting your lips as you looked up at a starstruck Grace, who had no idea where to place his hands.

Your hand wandered over his broad shoulders down his arms, squeezing his biceps that seemed even fuller than before, thick veins curling underneath his skin. You whined at the firmness of his muscles "Fuck, did you work out while I was away? My god..." you sighed, your thighs pressing together. You could almost feel the slick running down your thighs.

He blinked, his mouth opening to speak, but you didn't let him, you just couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

You pressed your body against his, your breasts flattening against his chest, and you kissed him hard, your tongue sliding into his mouth. He tasted different than you remembered, like coffee and something else, something smoky you couldn't quite put your finger on, but you didn't care. Your brain was flooded with lust, with the sheer relief of finally touching him after five long days, and you wanted more.

For a moment, you felt him lean heavily into it before he broke the kiss, his rough hands coming up to your shoulders, not pushing you away but holding you at arm's length. His voice was a little lower than usual, but not enough for you to actually notice. The only thing you noticed was how wet you were getting, and how your fingers tingled with the urge to rip that tight shirt off him and lick his pecs. You were practically vibrating up and down as he held you firmly.

"Uh, sweetheart, I think you've got the wrong guy-" he finally spoke ever since you arrived, but you wouldn't have any of that. You playfully rolled your eyes, jabbing his chest "Oh, you really want to do that?" you interrupted, laughing.

He tilted his head in confusion. "You really want to roleplay now?" you grinned, tugging him closer by his belt. Roleplaying wasn't that unusual with Grace. He was a little nerd after all, and not only when it came to astrophysic and science. He probably wanted to surpise you, just like you wanted to surpise him. The thought made your heart melt.

"And who are you supposed to be?" you purred, walking over his stomach and chest with your middle and pointer finger, feeling something twitch through the denim against your core. "Some strong 'n sexy mechanic who needs to look under the hood of my car? Because I think it might be leaking something..." you bit your lip, grasping his wrists to bring his hands to your thighs, guiding them upwards to bunch up the hem of your dress and let him feel your bare ass. His eyes grew wide. "Maybe you should take a look."

Colt stared down at you, the woman in his arms, his brother's girlfriend.

He had seen you around the apartment complex a few times, as well as on the few pictures Ryland had put up in his apartment, though they were massively outweighed by nerdy sci-fi and space flight posters.

This was terribly wrong, and he knew he should stop this. Right fucking now. He had been dumped by Jody many months ago and he hadn't felt the tender touch of a woman since forever, and it should stay that way for now- especially since you were his brothers girlfriend for christs sake!

But you were so plumb and soft under his hands, it was almost ridiculous how his little brother managed to bag a girl like you. You were so damn pretty and eager, and he'd be a liar if he said your moaning while touching his beard didn't sent a jolt straight to his dick. And fuck, it had been a long week of stunts that left him bruised, sore and he was reminded too much of the stunts he filmed for Jodys first movie. He was starving for some affection that took his mind off of things. So what was the harm in letting you think he was Ryland? Just this once, it would never happen again. No one had no know.

"Yeah" he finally said, his voice dropping into a low, playful growl. "I think I need to check under that hood real good." He swept you up, one arm around your ass and practically throwing you over his shoulder as if you didn't weigh as much as you did. You shrieked then, surprised by his strength, giggling as he groped your ass while he carried you towards the bedroom, your heels slipping off your feet in the process, laying abandoned in the hallway.

He threw you onto the bed, something he had never done before quite like this, and you gasped before giggling, the smug grin he gave you as he crawled over you making your heart skip a beat.

His beard was rough against your cheeks as he kissed down your jaw and throat, mouthing at your cleavage with a wet tongue. "Mhm, such a naughty girl, showing up at my door with no panties on" he murmured, his hands sliding under your dress, pushing it up your thighs.

"Don't act like you don't like it" you whimpered with a teasing smirk, rubbing your bare pussy against the denim on his thigh, arching into his touch. He chuckled them "You know all my weaknesses, baby" and then he pulled your dress over your head in one swift movement, your breasts spilling out, your stomach soft and round, your thighs already slick with arousal that quickly soaked his pants the longer you pressed yourself against them.

He let out a low whistle. "My god, look at you. So beautiful. All these sweet curves- gonna make you feel so good, baby"

He dove down, his mouth closing over your nipple, sucking hard while his hand kneaded your other breast. You cried out, your fingers tangling in his drying hair. He was acting very different today, aside from his looks. He was more agressive, usually Ryland took his sweet time with you, but you loved the change of pace that was going on right now, the way how hungrily he groaned as he explored your body with his lips like he had missed you since forever.

His beard scratched your skin and it sent shivers down your spine, your hand pulling his hair as he moved lower, kissing down your belly, his tongue dipping into your navel, his breath hot against your skin.

"Open your legs for me, baby" he almost begged and you obeyed, spreading yourself wide for him. He settled between your thighs, and when his tongue first lapped at your clit, you screamed. He was relentless, licking and sucking on your pussy like his life depended on it, his beard rubbing against your inner thighs and stoking the fire in your gut. "God, you taste so fucking sweet. You're dripping for me. You like my beard, don't you? You like feeling it on your pussy?" he taunted you then- and the alarm bells in your heads should have gone off in that moment. Ryland never cursed, not even while you had sex. But the way his voice vibrated into your cunt cleared your mind of any thoughts alltogether.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you chanted, your hips bucking against his face with a whine. His mouth worked your clit in relentless tight circles and deep sucks, and you came hard, your body going ridgid and your thighs crushing his head as he kept licking you through your orgasm, his free hand pressing down on your lower belly to keep you still and pressed tightly to his face, until you were gasping and trembling in his grip from overstimulation.

He softly made out with your pussy to bring you back to earth, your legs falling limp onto the matress. You were panting, a fucked out smile on your face as you let out a breathless laugh "Wow..."

Colt smirked up at you from between your legs and you clenched around nothing at the sight "Don't fall asleep on me, baby. We're not done yet" he said, crawling up to kiss you, his beard slick with your wetness, his cock pressing against your thigh.

He manhandled you onto your stomach without another word, and you heard his belt buckle clink open and heavy jeans hitting the floor.

He pulled your hips up and soon after, the head of his cock was teasing your entrance.

"Fucking shit, you're really doing this. You stupid fucking idiot" Colt muttered to himself, quiet enough that you didn't hear him over your pathetic whines and wriggling back against his cock.

He pushed in, slow at first, letting you feel every inch, and you gasped at how thick he was, somehow thicker than you remembered, stretching you in a way that made your toes curl and your body arch into him, your face squished against the pillows.

Colt bottomed out with a hearty groan, his hips flush against your ass. He stayed like this for a moment, soaking up the feeling of having a warm, tight pussy wrapped around him. His head hung between his arms, trying to shove the guilt aside bubbling up in his chest.

He snapped out of it as you desperately tried to get him to move, pressing your hips back against his to feel his tip barely kissing your cervix. He smiled then, sighing softly before he started to move, thrusting into your wet heat that opened up for him eagerly. You moaned loudly, biting into the pillow, your eyes rolling back.

Fuck, it was almost unfair that Ryland kept you all to himself like that.

A broken moan left him as he heard the wet slap of your pussy as he pounded you into the matress, the sloppy suction of your cunt making his head spin. Fuck, you really were into his brother. Not even Jody got this wet when he fucked her, but you were practically dripping all over the sheets.

Colt leaned over you, his mouth beside your ear, his heaving breaths kissing the shell of your ear "You love this, huh? Being fucked by me. Tell me how much you love it."

You whined, a shudder running down your spine "I love it" you breathed "I love your cock, Ryland. Love the way you fill me up. Please, don't stop!" you cried, gushing over his length.

"Wouldn't ever dream of stopping, sweetheart" he rasped, fucking you hard and fast, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust, his hands gripping your hips so tight you knew there would be bruises tomorrow. Colt could have cried from happiness every time he slipped all the way inside you.

Ryland had never been so rough with you before, punching the air out of your lungs with every harsh thrust that made you feel him all the way in your throat. "Oh. My. God. Uh. Fuck!" you moaned, the sentence chopped up by his relentless pounding until you weren't able to form a proper word anymore.

His thrusts pushed your face into the pillow and you just let him use you like this, your moans muffled by the fabric.

You were used to sensual, loving sex with Ryland. You didn't even know he had it in him to make your legs shake like this, your hands helplessly clawing at the bedsheets as if it would prevent you from coming apart at the seams. You were drooling, wheezing out pathetic moans, your pussy quivering around his dick.

That made Colt almost topple over you, laughing out a whine "Fuck, you feel so good" he almost sobbed, letting out a whimper that sent heat straight to your core. He reached around and found your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, and it didn't take long for you to cum again, your walls clenching around him, a strangled cry escaping your lips.

He didn't give you any time to recover, flipping you onto your back again. "Someone is eager today, huh?" you rasped, your voice raw from all your screaming. A lot of things didn't seem right today, though his appearance was the least of your concerns. He was about to fuck the third orgasm out of you without even cumming once himself- which was very odd, but how could you really think about that when he was already slipping back into your cunt, hooking your legs over his shoulder.

"Can't help it when you look this amazing" he said, kissing the insides of your plush thighs before bending your legs forward as much as your flexibility allowed, his eyes stopping at your face. He smiled then, his blue eyes glowing "Wow...you're so pretty" he smiled in awe and you mimicked the expression, even though your mind was hazy with pleasure. "It's crazy" he chuckled as if he couldn't believe it, almost as if he forgot he was still balls deep inside you.

Your head rolled to the side with a flattered grin, but Colt wouldn't have that. He pushed forward, delivering toe curling pressure to your cervix and you mewled.

"Look at me" he commanded then, albeit a bit breathless and soft, and you mustered all your strength to listen and turn your head, staring into those eyes you thought were Rylands "I want to see your face when you come on my cock." he whispered, underlining his words by setting a brutal pace.

You cried out, reaching up a shaking hand to pull him down into a sloppy kiss, the tendons in your legs straining as he bent over to lock his lips with yours, his mouth opening to let your tongue slip inside to taste him like you pleased. Your hand fisted in his hair as he thrusted deep, grinding his hips against yours.

You felt him throbbing against your sweetspot, signaling that he was close, and you were able to push him back long enough for you to slip your legs from his shoulders to rest upon his hips, your ankles locking behind his back. Your other hand found your clit to rub it in frantic circles, and you quickly felt another orgasm building, coiling low in your belly. "I'm gonna cum again" you whimpered against his lips. "Cum inside me, Ryland. Please, please, please!"

He growled, as if he could will himself to resist this sweet temptation, your syrupy words making his balls draw tight. It was one thing sleeping with his brothers girlfriend, with neither knowing that it was him, but it was another to cum inside your own brothers girlfriend without protection.

You shattered then, your body violently convulsing around him, and fuck, fuck! Please be on birth control, please be on birth control-!

His nose scrunched up and he groaned, burying his face in your neck as he spilled inside you, pumping you full of his hot, thick cum. You smiled in bliss, sucking a bruise into his neck while his hips stilled.

His head was tucked in your neck, his panting breath hitting your sweaty skin. You mouthed softly at his shoulder, your eyes fluttering open, fuzzy pleasure blurring your vision as you basked in the afterglow. Oh, you had missed this, missed being with your boyfriend, missed being this close to Ry-

"RYLAND!?" you shrieked as you saw a horrified Grace stand by your bed, his eyes wide and shocked, and his mouth agape in a speechless gasp.

You looked at the man who was still inside you and shoved him off firmly, making him almost roll down the bed as you scooted towards the headboard, covering your naked body with a thin blanket. You looked between the stranger and Ryland, and for a moment you questioned yourself if you had hit your head, because you could have sworn you saw double.

"What the fuck!" you squealed, covering your mouth with your hand. The whole time you thought you were having sex with Ryland, when in reality you let his stranger who looked like him see you bare and vulnerable. You didn't even use protection, god damn it!

"What the actual fuck!?" Ryland yelled, making you flinch. He never raised his voice like this, never cursed, but it wasn't directed at you. He looked to the other man, a snarl on his face "Colt, what the fuck did you do, you bastard!?" he practically growled and threw himself at his twin brother, it had to be his twin, holding him by the collar of the shirt he had left on. Colt held up his hands, pleading "Ry, please, calm down! She came in here, thought I was you and jumped on me. I tried to tell her I wasn't you, but she wouldn't listen!" he tried to explain himself quickly.

"You tried!?" Rylands eyes were blazing with fury "You didn't try hard enough! She's my girlfriend, you absolute fucking dick! You did this on purpose!" he said with a shaking voice.

Your head was spinning, this was crazy! Why did Grace never mention he had a twin in the first place!? "Ryland, I'm so sorry" you started, tears welling in your eyes. "I didn't know. I thought it was you. I swear, I thought-" but he interrupted your pitiful hiccups.

"You thought what? That my beard would magically get three shades darker? That I'd bleach my hair because I was, i don't know, feeling edgy?!" he threw his hands into the air, ruffling his already messy hair, turning around with a heavy sigh as he couldn't bear to look at you "I can't believe this."

Your heart ached in your chest and you chewed on your bottom lip, suffocated by the silence. Colt went to put on his boxers so he wasn't so bare in front of you two "Listen, Ry. It was a mistake, and I'm really sorry. But we can't undo what happened, so-"

"Shut up, Colt." Ryland snapped, turning his glare to his brother. "You don't get to talk."

You got to your feet, the sheet clutched around you, your legs shaking. "Ryland, please. I love you. This doesn't change that. I was just so excited to see you and, and i really thought it was you. Im so, so sorry" you stepped toward him, reaching out, but he took a step back.

"You just let my brother fuck you" he said, his voice breaking. "How am I supposed to feel about that?"

Colt cleared his throat "She came like three times, maybe you could feel happy for her" he muttered, instantly regretting his words "I said shut up!" Rylands face was red as he yelled at his brother yet again.

There was a long, tense silence. You looked between the two identical men, both exactly your type- visually at least. You loved Ryland more than anything, you really did, but despite that, despite the guilt you felt- a dangerous thought crept into your mind. A thought that made you wet again, even though you felt just as sick about it.

"What if...what if we don't let this ruin us?" you said quietly, your voice hesitant. Both of them turned to look at you. "I know it's a crazy thing to say, but we could...maybe, you know..." you looked at Ryland, as if he would continue your sentence for you. "Maybe we could do it...all three? Together?" The words got stuck in your throat, and maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all. You hoped Grace wouldn't just leave alltogether now.

Ryland stared at you, his expression unreadable. Colt raised an eyebrow, a slight smile spreading across his face "You want your girl to feel good, right? And I'd be grateful if you had a little bit of mercy left for your bother" he sighed dramatically, grasping his chest as if he was wounded like in his stunts "It's been months since I last had such a pretty thing under my hands, I'm dying of thirst over here, Ry"

Grace ignored his brother and took a deep breath, then another. His eyes searched yours through his gold rimmed glasses "You promise this doesn't change anything? That you're still mine?"

You nodded quickly "I promise. I'm yours, Ryland. Only yours" you said and brought your hands to his face, kissing him softly. He leaned into it, and when you pulled back, he hesitated for a long moment, then let out a heavy sigh. "Only if I get to decide what he can and can't do. And if he touches you wrong, I'm stopping this" he muttered against your lips.

Colt couldn't believe that Grace was actually considering it, but he wasn't about to complain one bit! "Wouldn't dream of it, bro" Colt said from behind you, his hands sliding underneath the sheet wrapped around your body to let it slip down your form and pool onto the floor.

Before your world turned into a blurred mess of heat and pleasure, Ryland made sure his brother knew the rules. He forbid him to be inside you, Colt had enough of that for one day- or ever. But he was allowed to kiss your body, make you cum with his tounge or fingers, stick his cock down your throat and grope your tits. Everything else was just for Ryland and Ryland alone, just how it should be, and how it would continue to be after this was over.

The brothers threw you onto the bed, and Colt quickly went in to suck and lick your body, his coarse beard scraping against your heated skin. They tossed and turned you on the bed like a ragdoll to each get a taste of your skin, covering as much ground as possible with their lips and hands.

They handled you onto your knees, where Grace knocked your knees apart, spreading your ass cheeks to watch your pussy flutter, desperate to be full. He rubbed your clit from behind, to which your mouth fell open in a moan, but it was quickly cut off by Colt shoving his dick between your lips. "Open wide for me, baby" he grinned and you did, squealing around him when Rylands familiar thickness pushed into you, sliding into your wet, ready pussy with a groan.

Colts hand wrapped around the back of your head, really just to hold you, as Rylands thrust made you stumble forward slightly, right onto Colts cock. He whined as he looked down at you, watching your eyes tear up from all the sensations you were experiencing.

Grace fucked you like you knew he would, with long, deep but slow strokes that let you feel every vein on his cock, covering the length with your slick arousal and pushing out Colts remaining cum, to which Ryland smiled to himself. There really was only place for one twin in your pussy, and he was making sure it would always be his.

You gagged softly around Colt as a particulary deep thrust from Grace made you want to gasp, completely forgetting you had a mouth full of meat that made it hard to breathe it the first place. The additional tightness made Colt throw his head back "Yeah, take it" he grunted. "You like being the center of attention, don't you? Two cocks for one greedy little girl, so naughty"

Ryland shushed him, stroking your back "Don't shame her, she's allowed to be as greedy as she wants. She deserves it" he muttered in awe, his hips speeding up just a little to watch your back arch. "You're so beautiful like this." he whispered then, and he felt you clench around him tightly. God he had missed you so much, even though it had only been five days. He hadn't imagined that your arrival back would result in this, but he was happy regardless to get to take you, to see you drowning in pleasure.

You mumbled something around Colts dick, to which he pulled out with a wet pop, slowy petting your cheek "What was that, sweetheart?" he asked, panting. You could tell he had been close.

You coughed before you turned to look over your shoulder at Grace "I love you, Ryland" you whined, and it made his heart soar in his chest. He smiled at you, his glasses sitting crookedly on his nose "I love you too, baby. Now, be a good girl and show Colt how good you can swallow"

Colt nearly bursted right then and there "Fuck, for someone who doesn't swear, you've got a filthy mouth, bro" he rasped, his dick slipping back between your lips. You sucked harder, faster, wanting to bring him over the edge, and at the same time you pushed back against Grace, meeting his thrusts. The rhythm built and you braced yourself against Colts thigh with one hand to steady yourself as Ryland picked up the pace, your needy moans vibrating around his cock.

He came pretty quickly after that with a gutteral moan, his cum hot and thick, easing the ache of your raw throat. He watched you swallow everything with ease, just like Grace had said, and he smiled down at you in bliss.

Colt fell against the headboard, enjoying watching the show of your arms being too weak to hold yourself up, so you collapsed onto the bed, your head buried in your arms, mewling and squealing as Grace fucked you, no other man on your mind. He should have stopped this before landing in bed with you, but maybe it had been the slight jealousy he felt towards his little brother, that was younger than him by just a few minutes.

Grace had always been the loser twin, the one that was bullied for being a nerd, the one who couldn't throw hands for the life of him, and the one who rather stuck his nose into a book than to socialize and pick up a few girls, not that they had been particularly interested in him anyway.

And now, look at him. He had a pretty girl, and he did a damn good job at keeping her, something Colt had been struggling with lately. Guess Ryland was something of a late bloomer, while Colt had been a college whore and now failed to make meaningful connections. He smiled to himself. At least his brother was happy now, even though his life started as anything but. Good for him.

Grace couldn't help but cum inside you, spilling into your pussy, your sweet moans egging him on. He slipped out of you, though you hadn't cum yourself. And you were fine with that- being used for the twins pleasure, your pussy began to feel sore anyway. But Ryland wouldn't have that.

He turned your trembling form on your back so you were laying against Colts sweaty chest, while he settled between your legs, pulling them apart and revealing the sticky mess between your thighs. He looked up at you, kissing up your thighs with wet smacks "I need you to come on my face" he muttered, his mouth inching dangerously closer to where you needed him most. "Want to know how you taste stuffed with my cum"

He buried his face between your legs, his tongue cleaning up the mess he had left, his tongue curling around your clit. You screamed, your back arching away from Colt, who quickly held you down by your tits, roughly kneading the soft flesh while his lips suctioned at your neck.

"Who is making you feel good right now, sweetheart?" Colt whispered into your ear, to which you mewled, your hand pulling at Rylands hair "R-Ryland!" you babbled, your hips bucking against his nose, and you felt the coldness of his glasses on your mound, while he smiled against your cunt as he heard you stutter his name so sweetly.

"Ryland! Always makes me feel so good, love him so much, he's so good to me, just want him" you rambled on in a breathy sob, all the different sensations over your body throwing you toward another orgasm.

Grace licked you through it, his tongue firm against your clit, and you came again, and again, until you were a trembling and sobbing mess in Colts arms.

Ryland climbed up your tired body to kiss you, slow and deep, letting you taste the mixture of your arousal and the their cum on his tongue "Say it again." he muttered against your lips. "I only want you" you whispered. "Only you"

Colt helped Ryland clean you up, handling your fucked out body with care. They cleaned up between your thighs carefully, gave you a little massage, made sure you drank something and you were out like a light in minutes. Grace made himself comfortable beside you while Colt got dressed and ready to leave.

But before he was out the door, he turned back to his brother, just staring for a moment, the silence stretching. "Im happy for you, you know. You're very lucky to have her, and she is very lucky to have you" he muttered.

Ryland stared at his brother for a long while before he smiled softly, knodding in gratitude.

"I know"

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I just recently watched The Fall Guy and read a threesome fic like this one on ao3 and i was obsessed! I love the idea that Colt and Ryland are twins who grew up seperately with their mom and dad! And what can i say, i wanna fuck both

It's 2:37 in the morning, like usual, I gotta go to bed in this heatwave and hope that the hype around Ryland hasn't already died out lmao

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You both moved into the bedroom. Ryland's hand fumbling at the clasp of your bra; he is incredibly flustered and especially hard.

Your lips are pressing against his, soft mewls falling onto soft lips from both ends. His hands slip your bra from your chest, the swell of your breasts falling free after you've sat down on the edge of the bed.

Ryland has to physically stop himself and admire you. As if he isn't always doing that.

"You're breathtaking.." He marvels.

"You say that everytime, Ry." You faintly laugh at his reaction.

"Because it's true! You're gorgeous."

And before you know it he's on his knees. Your gaze easily follows the bulge in his jeans. He's so big. Ryland leans forward to kiss a wet trail along the valley between your breasts.

Palms already gently grabbing at the soft mounds; you could never get tired of Ryland worshipping your boobs. He's (rightfully) obsessed.

"Ryland.." you whined. Impatient.

"What'd I say about rushing, hmh?" He cooed.

He allows you to lean back against the plush sheets, but not after making sure he has permission to take off your nightwear, revealing the glistening slit of your pussy, his mouth immediately watering.

"Honey, y-you're soaked.." He nearly chokes on a gasp.

"You kiss my belly a lot..." You pout.

"I didn't know you liked it this much..." He blinked bashfully, jaw hanging a little.

"You didn't?" You chuckled at his lack of awareness.

Ryland shook his head. He didn't know that him showing appreciation to your softness would cause you to get this turned on...

But Dr. Ryland Grace was not a man to complain. Mostly.

His hands held onto the roll of your belly, thumbs tracing the stretch marks dotted around. Just thinking of you like this made him twitch in his pants; you both knew he wouldn't last long, even though you hadn't even touched him. Yet.

Ryland dipped his head down, mouthing at your abdomen before trailing down, the stubble that adorned his jaw is ticklish against the delicate skin of your thighs, criss crossing with your pubes.

"Ryland.." Your breath hitched. "Mhm?" He kissed your thigh. "Stop teasing." "M'not teasing. I'm just.. appreciating."

But you could see the faint smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips all the while he peppered small kisses to your thick thighs.

You physically cannot wait any longer.

Taking matters into your own hands, you threaded your fingers through his hair and pushed his head down between your legs, his tongue eagerly lapping at your clit despite the sudden movement, whines already spilling from your throat.

Ryland was very vocal; moaning as he licked the bundle of nerves, the taste of you on his tongue making his tip leak pre beneath his jeans. As well as his hips rolling against the bed.

"Mm, tastes so good.. so sweet." He groaned while you moaned.

Within seconds his mouth had your head back against the sheets. This wasn't just him eating you out–this was him relishing in your taste, in the way your thighs clenched near the sides of his head.

"Ohh- fuck, Ry, that's so good.."

Drunk on the pleasure your eyes rolled back when his tongue dragged through your folds, only slipping inside you just enough for your hips to roll, making him whimper against you.

A pair of hands gripped at your love handles, his enthusiasm always showed under the crescent marks that'd be indented afterwards.

Everytime you made a noise his hips fucked against the bed underneath, yet he always kept that to himself, always focusing on the way you melted on his tongue.

Ryland's movements grew more desperate as he pulled you closer, moaning when you pressed his head further between your legs.

He slipped one hand down, thumb tracing the wet slit before he slowly sunk his middle finger in, up to his knuckle, feeling you clench against him.

"Oh baby, that's it.." A wet kiss to your thigh.

"R-Ryland.."

Only at this moment you noticed he was still wearing his glasses (which now had some of your arousal shining on the lenses,) the thin frames askew across his nose. That sight was enough to tie that knot within you.

Your hips grinded faster against his face, desperate for release. You whined as his free hand reached up to fondle your breast, thumb teasing your nipple.

Ryland's head dipped down again and while he curled his finger just right he started lapping at your needy cunt again, eliciting a high-pitched moan from you.

The double-stimulation was enough to pull that rope inside you tighter, thighs trembling against the sides of his head, your hands now pulling at the sheets.

"Ry, I'm gonna-" You panted, not being able to get the words out as your back arched from the precise way he pressed his finger against that spot. Over and over again.

"I know, sweetheart, let me hear it.." He purred, still sucking at your clit.

He sounded too sexy for someone who was humping the bed; Ryland's hips rutting against the sheets, jeans pressing against his cock in just the right way that made him mewl against you more than usual.

"You're so pretty, baby, I love you.." You could've sworn he almost sobbed as he babbled that sentence.

As he lightly pinched your nipple, you whined. Your back arched and your walls trapped his finger as you came with a gorgeous cry.

And because you both have so much in common–Ryland Grace has to be your soulmate–you both split that knot at the same time, his briefs definitely filled as he spilled. (Dry humping is underrated.)

Ryland slowly pulls out his middle finger, only licking you a few more times just to extend that temporary bliss that lingered after an orgasm.

Now, you're both sweaty, panting messes.

"You okay? I did good?" He shuffles onto his knees, glancing you over as he caresses your tender thighs, unfolding them and placing them back onto the bed.

"You know you did good, Ryland.. I think a different part of you also knows that." You smirked, eyes trailing down his front and to his nether region, you could even see the faint wet spot on his jeans.

"That- that was- shut up." He coughed away the embarrassment, the tips of his ears red. Nonetheless he made sure to clean you up and then himself afterwards.

And to end the night he redressed in one of his silly science shirts and a clean pair of briefs, peppering his lips against your belly yet again because he just can't get enough of it. You are his pillow afterall.

"Do you actually like my body that much?" You mumbled quietly. You then feel like you stabbed him because he genuinely took personal offence.

"W-What? How can you ask me that? Of course I do! You're body is perfect. And warm. Very warm." He smiled lazily as you laughed.

You definitely weren't feeling insecure anymore.

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Extra notes: okay so.. I feel a little self concious about this part because of all the smut I've read in my life... I feel like this doesn't compare 😖 but I'm brave enough to post it!! (Im also worried Ryland doesn't sound or act like Ryland..)

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‘Talk to her, Lars,’ Karin soothed, rubbing at Lars’s back. ‘Go on.’

Lars ignored the slowly burning warmth where her hand massaged circles between his shoulder blades. He had enough layers on after all, and with a deep breath, he silently reminded himself that it wasn’t her fault she needed to touch people so much.

‘What if she’s mad at me,’ he uttered under his breath, body stuck somewhere between trembling and freezing up. 

He did want to speak to Bianca though. He wanted… No. He was too scared to think it.

‘I’m sure if you explain how you’ve been feeling and hear her out, she won’t be mad at you. She loves you, Lars. More than anything.’

Lars nodded with a forced smile and stood so abruptly, Karin’s hand dropped to the sofa with a soft thud.

He turned back to her, lost for words, then forward forward again, flexing his fingers and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before heading toward the stairs.

Bianca had gone straight up to the pink room when she returned home. She didn’t even acknowledge Lars. And he couldn’t actually blame her when he thought about it.

He felt his heart hammering in his chest as he climbed. When he reached the top, Lars could see that the door of the pink room was ajar, and he took another deep, steadying breath as he approached it and knocked gently. A stark contrast to the energy with which he’d roared at her before she left.

‘Bianca,’ he whispered through the crack in the door, and to his relief she finally acknowledged him.

Lars entered slowly with his head hung low. He didn’t think she seemed put off by his presence, so he clicked the door shut behind him and pressed on.

Bianca was relaxing against the pillow, already in her pretty nightdress. He took a seat on the mattress by her feet, careful not to disturb her. She looked beautiful, he thought.

‘Bianca, I’m sorry,’ he started quietly, turning his body to face her properly and placing a gentle hand on her bare shin without thinking. ‘I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. It- it wasn’t really about Scrabble. I mean, I do love our Scrabble nights, but it was more about how I’ve been… feeling recently.’

Bianca listened intently as Lars felt the floodgates open. He had always loved how she listened. She had so many skills.

‘I… well, see, when you came here to be with me, I thought it would be just that; me and you. You know? That I’d have you all to myself. And now you’re so busy all the time, even busier than I am, and I have a lot of stuff to do – you should see how much wood I chopped tonight while you were out!’ Lars’s thumb had begun to massage slow, soothing shapes into Bianca’s leg. ‘You know what the thing is, though? Everybody wants a piece of you, but-’

Lars knew where he wanted that sentence to go, but something about it felt wrong, so he stopped himself. Bianca, of course, picked up on the sudden change of atmosphere, and as a result Lars whipped his hand away from her leg, realising he’d been caressing the flesh just below her knee the whole time he’d been talking. 

Only… she hadn’t shied away from it. And neither had he. It actually felt pretty good.

‘Bianca…’

Hands trembling, he slowly reached back to her, pushing the hem of her nightgown up, above her knees.

‘Bianca… are you sure about this?’

She agreed, and before he knew it, his hand was firmly beneath the skirt of her nightdress, tenderly rubbing at her thigh.

‘What was I going to say? I suppose I should be honest with you, I owe you that much at least.’

Lars was talking with incredibly measured precision,watching his hand move hypnotically beneath the thin pink fabric. He could feel Bianca nodding her encouragement for him to go on. 

Something snapped inside him. It wasn’t like earlier, when he’d needed to chop wood to calm himself. This was a different, urgent kind of need that his first instinct was to try and suppress.

‘I was going to say that, lately, everybody wants a piece of you,’ he breathed, his whispered voice trembling a little until he finally growled, ‘but you’re supposed to be mine.’

With both hands, he tugged Bianca downward on the bed, shifting to kneel between her legs. Two strong hands grabbed her thighs and spread them, getting her into a comfortable position.

He froze then, reality suddenly dawning on him.

He was in Gus and Karin’s house right now, and Karin was downstairs, so they’d need to be quiet. He and Bianca weren’t married, which for some reason made his cock twitch in his trousers despite the clench in his gut. And to top it off, Lars was a virgin.

He’d been too scared to ask Bianca, assuming that she was a virgin too. She must be. But he supposed that was about to change.

He’d never intended to do this. To defile her. Especially not before marriage. Especially not so soon after she arrived here, but he’d been curious, he couldn’t deny, and tonight the final straw was the spark he felt when he thought about how she was his and his only. How if he claimed her in a way no one else could, she would truly belong to him, even if she was out every night of the week.

Lars blinked furiously and then squeezed his eyes shut, fingers bruisingly rough on Bianca’s tender thighs.

He didn’t have any condoms. Why would he? He thought briefly about checking for some in Gus and Karin’s bathroom, but since Bianca couldn’t have children of her own, and they were both virgins, he thought better of interrupting. He did want to claim her after all, and what better way to do that than pump her full to the brim?

Strangely, Bianca had arrived complete with a pitifully small tube of lube included in the crate. Lars had dropped it into his pocket last minute when disposing of the packaging she’d arrived in, not wanting anyone to find it in his trash and think him some sort of deviant. No, better to keep it safe and out of sight.

He was wearing the same trousers tonight, as luck would have it. He fished it out of his pocket and held it up for Bianca to see.

‘See? It’ll help you feel more comfortable.’

He flashed her a big smile and removed the lid, squeezing half the contents into his palm and rubbing his hands together to warm it.

‘Let me help you…’

His hand disappeared up her nightgown again, fumbling with her underwear briefly before easily slipping a finger inside.

‘Oh, you’re already so prepared for me… does this feel good? You like my fingers?’ he cooed, massaging her folds with his thumb as his finger pumped carefully, coating her, inside and out, in the slippery fluid. ‘Shhh… remember we need to be quiet!’

Heat flooded his core as he watched her take his fingers, cock straining against the inside of his trousers now, and for the first time in his life he felt like he needed more. Like he needed to remove layers and feel touch and be closer.

He gently removed his hand from between Bianca’s thighs and hastily pulled his sweater over his head, tearing his shirt and tie away too, revealing the first of his two underlayers, long sleeves and unbuttoned at the neck.

He wouldn’t take off Bianca’s nightgown, though. Some things were just too sacred, and he could respect her enough to let her keep it on. Perhaps until they were married, at least, then he could undress her slowly and make every square inch of her shiver with anticipation for him.

Tonight he just needed to make her entirely his, and he knew that it was what she wanted – no, needed, too.

He crawled forward and hovered over her, eyes roaming her pretty face, lingering on her lips.

‘We’ll be married one day soon,’ he whispered through a crooked smile, ‘so it doesn’t matter really. You’re not worried about that, are you?’

Lars’s lips met Bianca’s in a desperate, hungry kiss, and when he pulled away a tear fell from his eye, dropping onto her flawless cheek.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he sniffled, ‘so beautiful… hey, don’t cry.’

He wiped his spilled tear from her cheek as if it were her own.

‘Do you really want this? With me?’

Lars breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Alright,’ he chuckled, ‘and don’t worry, ok? I’ll be gentle with you.’

With one hand he clumsily unfastened and pushed his trousers down enough to free his aching cock, guiding it to her entrance.

‘If it hurts, just tell me, alright? We can take it slow,’ he whispered, carefully pushing in and hissing at the sensation of her walls enveloping his length. ‘Ah! You’re so… so wet and… and tight…’

She felt so good, precum leaked steadily from his tip already despite not having moved yet.

He could feel her stretching around him, feel her pleasure-pain unfold as he stilled and let her adjust to his size.

‘I know, I know, you’ll get used to it, sweetheart. I’ll make it feel good, ok? Are you ready?’

His hips rolled slowly at first, increasing in speed with every impatient thrust. Bianca seemed to clench around him as he found his rhythm, and he managed to wrap one of her legs up and around his waist as he drove into her harder, a hand sneaking between their bodies to explore her folds again.

‘Y-you like that?’ he whispered breathlessly. ‘You gonna cum for me?’

With his other hand, he gripped her jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him, her lips popping open as he squeezed.

‘You are gonna cum for me, aren’t you?’ he growled, pressing his forehead to hers, ‘Because you- are- mine. Say it. Say that you’re- mine.’ 

His words were punctuated with the snapping of his hips, and Bianca’s heel dug into his lower back in a silent plea for more, which he eagerly gave as he awaited her response.

The bed creaked beneath them as Lars went harder. Bianca didn’t seem to care about the noise, or the integrity of the furniture, when she was in the throes of passion with Lars. She must really have wanted him after all.

When Lars was satisfied that Bianca understood who she belonged to, he pressed his big, warm palm over her mouth, keeping any other noise she might make to a minimum. He could feel he was close to release and knew that she must be too by the way she was arching her back off the bed.

‘Oh… ohhh- mmh…  you belong to me. You understand? No one else can- ugh!- do this to you. No one else can make you- ha!- feel like th- ohhhhnnggmmnn-’

Lars felt a burst of uncontrollable heat spread through every part of his body, his vision turning white as a thick creamy rope erupted from his tip and filled Bianca, who he could feel was mid-orgasm already. He continued to fuck erratically into her and eagerly massaging her clit until he felt his cock softening inside her walls, and collapsed in a heap on top of her.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, are you ok?’ Lars muttered breathlessly, pulling himself up to hover a mere inch from her face, her beautiful eyes sparkling up at him.

He kissed her sweetly. So sweetly you’d never guess he’d just filled her with his seed in a frenzied culmination of his deepest, darkest thoughts and feelings.

He shifted his hips to pull out, feeling a trickle of warm wetness follow.

‘Don’t worry about the mess, ok? I’ll clean us both up. Wait right there.’

And Bianca did just that while Lars, with hastily fastened trousers and hair in disarray, shuffled off down the hallway to the nearest bathroom to fetch a towel.

When he returned, he paused in the doorway to just look at her. She really was perfect.

Half an hour later, and after a hurried conversation with Karin during which Lars avoided eye contact and assured her he had firmly made up with Bianca and that he’d apologised thoroughly, he was laid in bed, struggling to sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, about how he should be with her now, holding her in his arms and whispering sweet nothings about how good she was and how good she made him feel.

He had told her those things, of course, in great detail as he cleaned his seed from between her thighs and attempted to remove the stain on her nightgown and kissed her forehead. But he missed her so much now that he’d shared such intimacy with her, he hadn’t even bothered showering yet. He wanted to smell her on his skin. 

He wondered if she would want to do it again, or if she really would want to wait until after marriage now that she’d had a small taste. Lars wasn’t sure he could wait very long before needing to chase those delicious sensations again, and he had a feeling Bianca would be ok with that.

"Hank, I'm home," you call out into your apartment as you kick the door closed behind you, unceremoniously dropping your backpack against the wall and toeing your shoes off. Your fat grey tabby, Hank, is already waiting at the end of the hallway. He wastes no time in attempting to lead you to his pitifully empty food bowl, screaming the whole way.

"It's not dinner time yet," you inform him, which earns you another raspy scream. "Sorry buddy, you gotta wait a little longer." Your feline companion musters one more attempt at convincing you, but when you head for your couch instead of his precious food bowl, he seemingly gives up. You're left to check your phone in pointed silence while Hank glares at the back of your head from where he's sat next to his bowl.

You flop on your back onto your beat-up thrift store couch, grunting when the timeworn cushions fail to properly catch your landing. The stiff wooden frame digs into your middle back as you shift around in a futile attempt at comfort.

As you pull out your phone you shoot a glare at the armrest your feet are now propped up on, as if your couch might somehow understand the depths of your loathing. Honestly, you had never hated an inanimate object more than you hated this couch, but it was cheap and it was small enough to fit your cramped aparetment and it was what you could afford on your shoestring budget. You tried very hard not to think about the mystery stain that you had tried - and failed - to remove from the (what was now the) bottom of the left cushion.

You unlock your phone and see you have one missed call and one text from Ryland, both from a half hour ago. It's Friday, so you figure he's calling to make sure you're still on for your weekly movie night tomorrow. He's called or texted you nearly every Friday afternoon for the past three and a half years to ask the same question, and you've given him the same answer nearly every time. This semester you've been particularly looking forward to these weekly get-togethers after spending all week listening to Professor Maynard deliver the driest lectures on Biochemistry you've ever heard.

"Pick up, nerd," the voicemail starts, Ryland's tone somehow firm and teasing at the same time. You snort and roll your eyes, but the amused quirk of your mouth belies the exasperation in your expression. A brief pause, then Ryland's voice resumes: "Ugh, fine, I'll text you instead."

You press the home button on your phone, the voicemail screen banished to the background as you pull up your texts. Sure enough, there's one from Ryland: still on for tonight? There's no need for him to ask your place or mine because you both know you'll end up at your place - it's nicer than Ryland's, if only by the most minuscule of margins, and has the added benefit of being home to Hank. Hank and Ryland shared what you could only describe as an interspecies bromance. You tried not to be jealous of Ryland. Or Hank.

You tap out a quick yep, see you at 7 and send the text on its way. You glance at the clock - Ryland's always early, so you estimate you have about fifteen minutes till he comes knocking.

You're going to check your email when you realize you're still connected to your call. Huh. A quick swipe pulls the voicemail window back up. It's still playing, but there's been nothing but 30 seconds of silence. Curious, you listen for a little longer. Thirty more seconds pass with nothing but Hank's heavy breathing filling your ears. Then, a noise from your phone's speaker: a sigh, a metallic clink, and the rustle of what you think might be fabric.

There's a beat of silence. Then, a breathy "fu-uck."

You freeze.

What. The hell. Was that?

You clutch your phone tightly in your hand as you stare at the screen, watching the seconds on the voicemail tick by. One, two, three… another breathy noise meets your ears. A sigh, you think, that seems to take the shape of your name. Your fingers tighten around the edges of your phone, your mind spinning. Was Ryland-? Was he really-? No, he couldn't be. But then: another bitten-out a curse, followed by your name - for real this time, there's no mistaking it - that tapers off into an airy moan.

Oh. He definitely was.

You're still immobilized, stuck between throwing your phone clear across the room or bringing it closer to your face. Your fingers begin to ache with how hard you're gripping it, fingertips turning red under the pressure. No doubt matching the blush that has stained your cheeks and crept its way up to the tips of your ears. You should hang up. Yes, that would be the correct thing to do. A good friend would respect the privacy of their peers, even if that privacy apparently included fantasizing about you. Especially if that privacy included fantasizing about you.

Besides, this was Ryland. Ryland. The person you'd met at freshman orientation and forged a bond with over late nights at the library and shitty cafeteria coffee before a 7am class. He was your go-to lab partner, your Friday night movie buddy, your shoulder to lean on when things got rough. He was your best friend. And for as special as he was to you, he'd never been more than that: a friend. And that was great, you recognized how blessed you were to have someone like Grace in your life. You were happy, thrilled even, with just being friends.

Still, you'd be a liar if you didn't admit you'd had less-than-platonic thoughts about him. He was attractive, you were grown enough to admit that to yourself. He had beautiful blond hair and striking blue eyes and the pinkest lips you'd ever seen and so what if you had, on occasion, thought to yourself, 'I wonder if his hair is as soft as it looks' or 'I bet his lips would feel good on my-'

Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh. You stop yourself there, determined not to board that particular train of thought. You realize, belatedly, that the salacious voicemail is still playing. The timestamp indicates you've been listening to Ryland get himself off to you for the past three minutes. Another moan, louder than the others, makes its way from your phone to your burning ears. If you listen very closely (which you totally aren't), you think you can hear the slick sounds of his hand on himself, the tempo increasing at the same steady pace as the cries of pleasure that are flowing freely from him now.

Mindlessly, you rub your thighs together. You're wet - you can feel it soaking the gusset of your panties, the slide of fabric against your clit sending a shiver sliding up your spine. 'Hang up, hang up,' you think to yourself, but you can't bring yourself to. Ryland's moans and pants and sighs are growing in frequency and he's begun to babble on, his voice pitched down the most delicious way.

'Fuck, you feel so good,' you hear him groan to fantasy-you. A whimper bubbles from your throat and gets caught behind your lips. You can picture him there, his hand wrapped tight around his cock, his head thrown back and his pretty pink lips parted around a deep moan. A frisson of excitement crawls along your skin. You shudder and clench your legs together in search of friction.

The timestamp reads five minutes and seventeen seconds. You're seriously considering riding this out and seeing how long it takes Ryland to finish. And maybe how long it takes you to finish as well. You're just giving in to temptation, your free hand sliding down your stomach and slipping towards your waistband, when a knock at your door interrupts you.

With an undignified squeal you smash the end call button and throw your phone to the opposite end of the couch. Then you pick it up again and check the time. 6:47pm.

Fuck. Ryland is at your door. The same Ryland who just unknowingly left you the most delicious, debilitatingly erotic voicemail you've ever gotten in your entire life (not that there have been others). A voicemail that could have the power to ruin the friendship you two had treasured with one another for years. A voicemail you could never, ever unhear. And now you had to look him in the eye and sit through two and a half hours of a movie about some guy stuck on Mars, and somehow act normal about it.

The motel room stank of whiskey, smoke, and the faint (but definitely toxic) damp smell that came complementary with every place Holland and Healy had the budget to stay in. You had accompanied March and Healy on this case; Healy was on a stake-out and said he'd call with any updates. To pass the time, you had begun a game of poker— it was now 2am, and it had devolved into a game of strip poker.

A half-empty bottle of bourbon sat on the nightstand, and the radio played something low in the background. You were sitting cross-legged on the bed, smirking as you watched an already half-naked Holland lose yet another hand.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, staring at his terrible cards like they'd personally betrayed him. “You’re a goddamn shark.”

“You’re the one who suggested strip poker,” you said. “So... strip. Don't be such a sore loser.”

"I'll be naked before your shirt's off at this rate," he grumbled. You blinked at him unsympathetically; he let out a dramatic puff of cigarette smoke and tugged his tie off, tossing it dramatically across the room.

He was already down to his shirt, socks, and boxers; you, on the other hand, had only lost your jeans so far. He was failing miserably to get you naked. The problem wasn’t his poker skills— though those were questionable: the problem was that Holland March was a weak, weak man when it came to you.

Every time you leaned forward, every time you slowly dragged your tongue across your lower lip while thinking, every time you stretched and arched your back just a little… his eyes would glaze over and his mouth would part like he’d forgotten how to breathe, until his cigarette fell onto his leg and burned his calf.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he accused, swigging Bourbon from the plastic cups you'd picked up on the way.

“I have literally no idea how to cheat in this game,” you said, dealing the next hand.

Three minutes later, Holland lost again.

“Goddammit,” he muttered, standing up and shrugging off his shirt, once crisp, now crumpled and stained with whisky. His chest was surprisingly toned for a man who drank like a fish and exercised exclusively by running away from danger. He tossed the shirt behind him and sat back down, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide.

You raised an eyebrow, his taut boxers being revealed by the lack of shirt to cover them. “Are you... hard?”

Holland didn’t even try to deny it. He just let out a pathetic groan and dragged a hand down his face.

"Christ, Holland, already? I'm still dressed!" You laughed.

“Look, I’m not proud of this, okay? You’re sitting there looking like... that, and I’m only a man! A very horny man!”

You laughed softly and dropped your cards in front of you. You crawled across the bed toward him, Holland’s eyes tracking your every movement like a starving man.

“We’ve only been playing for fifteen minutes,” you teased, straddling his lap as he sulked against the headboard. You could feel exactly how affected he was through his pants. “I thought you’d last longer than this, March."

“Yeah, well,” he hurriedly exhaled the last puff of his cigarette and stubbed it out on the nightstand, hands immediately sliding up your thighs, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since Healy stepped out the door— before then, even. I had a hard-on on the drive over just thinking about being alone with you.”

You laughed and flopped forward onto his chest, legs still pinning him either side. "You're something else, mister." You raised your head, serpentine, to brush your lips against his ear. “Why don't we do something you're good at?”

Holland made a broken sound in the back of his throat — half groan, half whimper — and flipped you onto your back so fast you actually gasped in surprise. His smoky mouth was on yours a second later, bitten lips messy and desperate against yours while his hands roamed everywhere.

“Fuck that stupid game...” he mumbled against your lips, using one arm to swipe the cards off the bed whilst grinding against you. “I forfeit. You win. I lose. Whatever. Just let me—” he groaned as you palmed him through his boxers, already damp with precome and straining dangerously.

You grinned, threading your other hand through his messy blond hair and tugging. “Can't even handle a little teasing?”

Holland groaned, burying his face in your neck as he yanked your underwear down your legs with no regard for grace.

“I am a weak man,” he admitted shamelessly, voice muffled against your skin. “And a man who’s been thinking about this for weeks. Now shut up before I come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”