#denestfin

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Eduard isn’t entirely sure what happened here.

He tries to put it in order. He and Tuomi are visiting Søren for a belated birthday celebration, both having been busy on the actual date a few days ago. The three of them had dinner, nothing fancy, and after that, they’ve been spending the evening hanging out on Søren’s back porch, chatting and generally having a nice time. Just a few minutes ago, Eduard went inside to get some water, leaving Tuomi and Søren talking about some TV show he’s never heard of. And now…

“I’m sorry, I feel like I missed the part of the conversation where you guys decided it was time to start making out,” he says, quite faintly and sounding slightly strangled to his own ears. It’s no secret he’s attracted to both of them. They both know that, have acted on it in one way or another in years past. And then probably talked about it with each other, because that’s the kind of friendship they have. Eduard supposes he shouldn’t be surprised it’s also the kind of friendship that involves climbing all over each other on someone’s porch.

“Wha?” Søren says, pushing Tuomi away to look at Eduard. “Oh, yeah, guess that happens sometimes.”

“Sure,” Eduard replies dubiously, watching as Tuomi straightens his T-shirt but doesn’t move from where he’s fully straddling Søren. “So is this… A birthday thing? Because honestly, Tuomi, I’m your best friend, you could’ve warned me.”

Tuomi snickers, looking over at him. “It’s not a birthday thing, Ed.” A pause. “Although, now you mention it, I did forget to get you a present, didn’t I, Søren?”

“Hey, I told you, I don’t need any presents, man. I’m just happy you’re here.” He grins up at Tuomi, blue eyes crinkling.

 “I’ll bet you are,” Eduard mumbles, pushing his glasses up.

“Aw, Eduard, I’m glad you’re here as well!” Søren says, as he squeezes Tuomi’s thigh. “You can totally make out with me too, if you want. Or Tuomi, I won’t complain.”

Eduard swallows, and Tuomi’s lips part as he looks between them.                                                                                                                                  

“Oh!” Søren says, his grin getting even wider. “Oh, am I on to something here?”

“Shut up,” Tuomi replies.

“Aye, sir.” He leans back against the pillows on the rattan couch. “Would be one hell of a birthday gift, just sayin’.”

“Søren…”

“He did say to shut up,” Eduard interrupts, swallowing again when Tuomi’s gaze turns very intense, somewhat calculating, all of a sudden. Søren drums his feet on the floor in apparent excitement. If he hadn’t still been holding Tuomi’s legs, Eduard imagines he would have rubbed his hands together too.

“Tuomi, I changed my mind, please do get me a present.”

“On such short notice? I only brought Eduard.”

Søren looks at Eduard with wide, darkened eyes as he replies, “And I think he’ll do just fine.”

The air seems charged, practically crackling in the lingering warmth of the early summer day. Eduard realizes it’s up to him what happens now. He could probably leave them to it. Maybe, they’d stop, but it seems more likely they’d carry right on and he’d have to sit here knowing. This isn’t something they’ve done before, but he’d be lying if he said he’s never thought about it.

“Only if you promise to be good about it,” he tells Søren eventually, trying and mostly failing to hide the tremor of excited anticipation in his voice.

“I’ll be the most—the most best about everything, I swear!”

“The most best,” Tuomi echoes, amused. Eduard shrugs at him. It’s a very Søren thing to say, so he’ll take it.

“In that case… Happy birthday.”

Søren finally lets go of Tuomi to reach a hand towards Eduard, who puts his glass of water down, straightens his back, and walks over. With a deep breath, he smiles down at Søren as the man puts a hand on his leg. And then, he leans over and kisses Tuomi.

“Hey!” Søren whines, tugging at Eduard’s jeans. Tuomi just grins against his mouth, twisting to put an arm around his neck.

“Søren,” he says, only marginally pulling away from Eduard, “you said you wouldn’t complain.”

The man grumbles under his breath, quasi-annoyed. At the same time, Tuomi pushes his tongue into Eduard’s mouth, who meets it with his own eagerly. Years and years ago, when they were both teenagers, Tuomi had actually been his first kiss, so if the two of them know how to do anything at this point, it’s that. By the time they break apart, Søren is breathing heavily, and his eyes are so wide when Eduard looks down at him.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” he says, and then he reaches up and curls a hand around the back of Eduard’s neck to pull him down.

Putting one hand on the back of the couch, Eduard lets himself be kissed again, while Tuomi breathes against his temple and fogs up one lens of his glasses. Søren is more frantic in his kiss, still trying to talk even with Eduard’s tongue in his mouth, and when he pulls away, he brusquely pushes him and Tuomi together like they’re dolls he’s attempting to make kiss. It knocks Eduard’s glasses askew and makes Tuomi laugh uproariously. Søren snorts and stops pushing.

“Sorry, got a little overzealous,” he says. “Please tell me there’s more on offer than just makin’ out.”

Eduard and Tuomi exchange a look, and Eduard quirks his eyebrows before turning to Søren again, still leaning on the back of the couch so he looms over him. Which is nice; though Eduard is slightly taller, Søren often gives off the impression of being larger than life. Part of that is his wild hair, Eduard thinks.

“It’s your birthday party,” he tells the man. “Whatever you want.”

“Within reason,” Tuomi mumbles, which Eduard imagines was implied, but he supposes it can’t hurt to say it out loud. And Tuomi definitely has more experience with things that might not be ‘within reason’ for something casual like this than either him or Søren—as far as he knows. He’ll defer to his friend on that.

“Oh, jeez,” Søren says, hand flexing restlessly on Eduard’s neck. He wriggles in his seat. “Uh, fuck, alright, I wanna—can you guys give me, like, ten minutes to get ready?”

Eduard immediately pictures him putting on some sexy red lingerie, for some reason, and he blinks the image away distractedly. It’ll come back to haunt him later, no doubt.

“I think we can do that, right, Ed?” Tuomi says.

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, alright.” Søren wriggles some more, until both Eduard and Tuomi stand up straight and he can rise to his feet.

He immediately grabs both of their necks again and kisses Tuomi, which, yeah, that is very hot. Eduard flushes with heat as he watches their lips mesh together, and he isn’t surprised when Søren then immediately kisses him again, just as deeply.

“Alright,” Søren repeats, his lips kiss-red and wet. “C’mon, you guys can hang out.”

Dragging them both by their arms, he leads them into his bedroom and then lets go.

“You just do whatever, I’ll be right back.” He turns, and pauses in the doorway. “Not too much of whatever, y’know, leave some for me, but…” He hurries away.

Eduard can’t help but laugh, and Tuomi snorts. Turning to him, Eduard leans down for another kiss, slotting their bodies together.

“It has been a while since we’ve done this, Ed,” Tuomi mutters against his lips. “You know, even apart from the Søren of it all.”

“The Søren of it all.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” Tuomi pulls back to look up at him, familiar brown eyes curious, but edged with a kind of mischief. “You’ve had a threesome before, right?”

“Yes, Tuomas, I’ve had threesomes before,” Eduard replies. He sits down at the foot of Søren’s bed and starts to take off his shoes. “Just because I don’t tell you everything about my sex life—”

“Ed, I don’t tell you everything either, believe me,” Tuomi jokes. Sitting down next to him, he unlaces his boots, pausing to ask, “With Søren?”

“No. You?”

“No.”

“Huh.” Eduard lies back on the bed, which is neatly made with dark blue linens, and looks at the ceiling for a moment. Tuomi lies down next to him, their bare arms touching. Water is running somewhere in the house. “That seems right.”

“Yeah,” Tuomi agrees, and then rolls over to kiss him. It’s a soft, familiar sort of kiss, and Eduard can’t help but smile into it a little. He cards his fingers through Tuomi’s hair, while Tuomi runs his hand over the small strip of skin between his T-shirt and jeans. “Do you think doing whatever could involve us taking some clothes off?”

“Seems likely,” Eduard says, going for a sage tone to make him laugh. Both of them sit back up as Tuomi’s hand creeps underneath Eduard’s shirt. They continue to kiss slowly, re-acquainting themselves with each other. Eduard tucks his fingers around Tuomi’s jaw.

After a moment, when they part, he takes his glasses off with one hand and holds his arms up so Tuomi can remove his T-shirt. Replacing his glasses, he watches Tuomi take his own shirt off as well, and tries to see if there’s any new tattoos to spot on the man’s torso. There don’t seem to be any he hasn’t seen before this time. Tuomi grins and starts to unbutton his shorts.

Eduard is a little embarrassed when he remembers that he is currently wearing boxers with small loaves of bread printed on them, but he takes his jeans off anyway. Tuomi, as expected, snorts.

“Still not done with that joke, huh?” he asks, grinning up at Eduard as he stands to fully get his pants off.

“You talk about baking one time in high school and everyone calls you Breaduard for the next fifteen years—whoa!” Eduard laughs as Tuomi pulls him back down, sprawling them both on Søren’s bed. This time, Eduard leans over him to kiss him, running his hand down his chest while Tuomi tries not to smile against his mouth.

The arousal starting to bubble in Eduard’s body now is much less tense than what it was before, even if there’s still a heady anticipation rolling through him. It’s always been fairly easy with both Søren and Tuomi, and he’s just excited to know what Søren wants of them now.

He has no idea how long the two of them lie there, slowly kissing in just their underwear. He skates his fingertips along Tuomi’s waistband but no lower, and though Tuomi squeezes his ass teasingly, he mostly sticks to threading his fingers through Eduard’s thin hair and making distracted noises into his mouth. Glancing down, Eduard can see a definite stirring in his plain black boxers, similar to what he’s feeling himself. That’s a good look.

Søren announces his return by slamming his bedroom door open and making them both jump—Tuomi swears right into Eduard’s ear. Their friend is now wearing a bathrobe, which is neither red nor particularly sexy, disappointingly, and his freckled face is rosy.

“That’s exactly the amount of whatever I was talkin’ about!” he exclaims. “Left a little something for me to unwrap and all.”

“It is your birthday,” Eduard reminds him, watching him put his hands in the pockets of his bathrobe and just look down at the two of them. He shifts a little, deliberately turning to his side and pressing his interested cock against Tuomi’s hip.

“Hell yeah, it’s my birthday. Nice underwear, man.”

“Shut up.”

While Tuomi laughs out loud, Søren grins and then licks his lips.

“Never had a birthday threesome before, gotta say.” He walks around to Tuomi’s side of the bed and sits down, swinging his legs up to scoot over. One of his muscular thighs pokes between the halves of his bathrobe, all freckles. “You guys?”

“Nope!” Tuomi replies cheerily, sitting up and leaning over to him, touching that bare leg.

Eduard clears his throat, saying, “I have.”

“Dude!” Søren exclaims, but then Tuomi is kissing him again, once more twisting over his legs, and although he mumbles into the man’s mouth at first, he quickly shuts up and kisses back, wrapping his arms around Tuomi’s bare back.

Tuomi wastes no time before he starts to tug at the sash of Søren’s bathrobe. Eduard watches his eager movements, watches Søren pull his bottom lip between his teeth as he grins again—maybe he never really stopped. The man’s dark blue eyes flit his way, and Eduard smiles, adjusting his glasses before also getting to his knees, tugging Søren’s face his way while Tuomi mouths at his jaw and neck. Søren tries to say something else, then just groans happily when Eduard pushes a hand down his chest, tugging at his bathrobe.

Slowly, Tuomi and Eduard push Søren down onto his bed, and they pull the bathrobe open. There is nothing underneath. Just Søren’s cock, already hard and eagerly awaiting attention. Tuomi swears from where he’s got his mouth on the man’s lean chest.

“Oh, I got…” Wriggling, Søren pushes his hands into his pockets again, and pulls some condoms out of one and a bottle of lube out of the other. “I really want you guys to fuck me.”

“Fuck,” Eduard breathes, his hand shaking slightly when he takes the condoms from him. “Really?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Both of us?”

“Fuck yes. Y’know, not at the same time, obviously.” He considers this for a moment, and Tuomi looks up with amusement layered over the heated arousal in his eyes. Søren shakes his head. “Uh, no, not that. You can—you can take turns, it’ll be…” He takes a deep breath, grins, and doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he sits back up abruptly, and Tuomi starts to protest, but Søren continues, “First of all, let me unwrap those presents you’ve gotten me, Väinämöinen.”

He directs both Tuomi and Eduard to lie back, settling on his knees between them after tossing his bathrobe away. He presses his hands down over both of their clothed cocks, gaze rapidly flitting between them as he strokes them both through the fabric. He squeezes a little. Eduard inhales sharply, and Tuomi groans.

In quick succession, Søren tugs first Tuomi’s and then Eduard’s underwear down to their thighs, and then he gets his hands back on them, holding both of their cocks and grinning widely as he strokes them. Something about the easy way that Søren just sits there with a cock in each hand, looking giddy to be touching them both, is making Eduard flush with heat, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. That is unreasonably hot. Twisting, he leans over to Tuomi to kiss him again, mushing his glasses against the side of his face as their tongues haphazardly meet.

“Oh, yeah,” Søren breathes, squeezing again so that Tuomi curses into Eduard’s mouth. “Hell, you guys look fuckin’ great together. Y’know, I’ve imagined it before, I guess probably you got some experience havin’ someone else there—”

“Søren, do you ever shut up?” Tuomi asks, amused.

“Only when I got something else to do with my mouth,” he jokes. Tuomi narrows his eyes, and then jumps off the bed, for some reason, to pick up Søren’s bathrobe. Both Søren and Eduard look as he pulls the sash out of its loops and winds it around his hand once. When he sees them watching, he shrugs, suddenly looking a little sheepish.

“I figure… Tell me if this is a bad idea.” Discarding his underwear, he climbs back on the bed, getting behind Søren, and holds the sash in front of his face, so that it covers his mouth. Søren’s hand, still around Eduard’s cock but mostly still, jerks as the man’s eyes widen.

“Yeah, I’m into that,” he says, and Eduard nods minutely when they look over at him. It’s a good look, the dark green fabric against Søren’s freckled face.

“Nice.” Tuomi runs his thumb over Søren’s lips and kisses his jaw before he places the sash in his mouth. “Also, for the record, no, we don’t have experience with that. First for all of us, Søren.”

“Oh, wow, I’m honored to be—mmh, mh mmm.” True to form, Søren keeps trying to speak even while Tuomi ties the sash of his bathrobe around his head, and even mumbles something when the man presses against his back. His eyes close briefly and he moans through the makeshift gag when Tuomi wraps his arms around him and rocks his hips, grinning at Eduard.

After wriggling his own underwear off, Eduard pulls Søren down, pushing his fingers into the man’s wild hair as he presses one leg between his thighs so that his cock slips against Eduard’s skin. Eyes bright, Søren tries to say something, and then moans while Tuomi mumbles that he seems excited. He nods, wiggling his hips. His leg presses against Eduard’s cock, making him gasp softly.

“Tuomi, shouldn’t I—help?” Eduard asks, and both of them laugh. Søren very deliberately rocks down, groaning through his gag. He presses a hand over Eduard’s chest, then curls it around his ribcage to pull him closer.

“It’ll get crowded,” Tuomi says. “Besides, I don’t think this is gonna take much preparation.”

Søren mumbles agreeingly, his eyes twinkling in a way that suggests he would’ve made a stupid joke if he could speak, so Eduard raises his eyebrows and tries to look unimpressed as though the joke was actually spoken. Søren’s eyes crinkle in response. Then they close as he moans again and drops his head to rest on Eduard’s shoulder. This allows Eduard to finally look over at Tuomi, who is right then making a grab for the condoms. He throws one at Eduard, winking. The packet is slippery with lube. Søren breathes hotly against his skin while he tears it open and takes the condom out. The man’s breath wheezes around the sash in his mouth.

Eduard sees Tuomi grab his ass, digging his fingers in and smiling with dimpling cheeks as he looks down and then back up at the two of them. Eduard, after getting the condom on, grabs Søren’s hair again to pull him up, watching him as he tries to speak—probably curse—around his gag, eyelids fluttering.

“Søren,” Tuomi says, moving to grasp his own dick.

From here, Eduard can’t see when he pushes into Søren’s ass, but he feels Søren’s shudder, sees his eyes widen as he moans through the gag. He can even feel his cock twitch against his thigh. Tuomi, who is also kneeling over his thigh, swears under his breath. He’s still for a moment, while Søren just stares wide-eyed down at Eduard, his fingers flexing restlessly. His face is quite red, and the fabric in his mouth is damp as he grins around it. He makes a sound deep in his throat when Tuomi rocks his hips once.

“Is he enjoying it, Ed?” Tuomi asks jokingly, even though his voice has gone quite breathy.

“I think so,” Eduard replies. He tugs at Søren’s hair again when the man tries to nod, so he moans. “Yeah, I think so.”

It doesn’t take long—it never does, in Eduard’s experience—for Tuomi to lose any hint of subtlety in his movements. He starts slow and steady, making Søren moan every time he pushes into him. He and Eduard barely rock together, but every brush of his leg makes Eduard gasp softly anyway. But before long, Tuomi speeds up, and Søren muffles louder sounds into the sash of his bathrobe with every thrust, eyes going dark and breath heaving. He looks amazing, and Eduard is so caught up staring at his flushed face that he doesn’t even notice that his hand is creeping down until it suddenly clenches around his cock, and he yells, jolting. Søren grins around his gag, then muffles a shout when Eduard yanks at his hair.

“Fuck yeah,” Tuomi says, brown eyes zipping over them. He slams into Søren even as he tosses the bottle of lube down. “Get him fucking ready, Søren. It’s gonna be his turn soon.”

Eduard gasps, heat coursing through him while Søren shifts to do just that. He’s never going to get used to Tuomi, who’s usually so cheery and friendly, getting like that in bed. It’s really hot on the rare occasions he’s gotten to see it, but it’s also one of the reasons he thinks they wouldn’t work as a more serious couple; Eduard would definitely grow weary of it. Right now though, it’s definitely doing it for Søren as well, making his movements jerky and uncoordinated as he moves his slippery hand around Eduard’s erection.

Søren tries to say something, and, for the first time, looks somewhat frustrated by the gag—which Eduard doesn’t think he should find as hot as he does—but he can’t do anything about it before Tuomi is reaching over and grabbing the sash from behind, yanking him up. Chest heaving, Søren moans.

“Oh, wow,” Eduard can’t help but breathe, watching Tuomi thrust up into him once more before manhandling him further, spreading his legs over Eduard’s narrow hips, and before Eduard can even really register what’s going on, his cock is being grabbed and Søren is sinking down on him easily.

“Fuck yeah,” Tuomi says again, as Søren trembles, eyes wide on Eduard, trying to speak through the gag. His hair is even wilder than usual as he leans forward, putting his hands on either side of Eduard, and moves his hips, somewhat directed by Tuomi.

It’s fast, too. Tuomi pulls him down deep, making him shout behind the gag while Eduard gasps, grabbing his arms. After a while, Tuomi lets Søren’s hips go and gets off Eduard’s leg, which is good, because Eduard was starting to feel quite overwhelmed, as well as a little useless, just lying there, letting Søren do all the work when it is his birthday. He takes the opportunity to pull at Søren’s arms and roll them over.

Again, Søren gives a muffled shout, but it’s with surprise this time, and he grins up at Eduard when he’s on his back. Eduard, adjusting his glasses, smiles, and then thrusts back into him. Tuomi laughs, leaning against his side. Turning his head, Eduard kisses him to an enthusiastic grunt from Søren, whose legs tighten around him. He’s scorching around Eduard’s cock.

When Tuomi breaks their messy kiss, it’s so he can lie down next to Søren, his cock slipping against the man’s hip while he gets his mouth on his neck and his hand on his chest. Eduard clamps his hands around the man’s strong thighs and keeps his thrusts steady and deep, enjoying the way it makes Søren gasp through the gag, especially when Tuomi briefly touches his cock. That makes him clench, so that Eduard gasps at the pressure on his own dick. He feels very hot.

“Søren,” he pants. Both men look at him with dark eyes. “Do you think Tuomi should have another turn?”

Eyes going wide, Søren nods eagerly, again trying to speak—and he keeps trying as Tuomi slides down just a bit, Eduard lifts one of his legs, and pulls out of his ass to turn him sideways. Still holding his leg slightly up, he reaches for Tuomi’s cock, which is thicker than his own, and, satisfied that he’s slick enough, guides him to Søren’s hole. The angle is a little awkward, but Tuomi plasters himself against Søren’s back, pulling him close while he warbles unintelligibly behind the gag, his legs quaking. Eduard admires how they look together, wound around each other and him, as Tuomi immediately sets his punishing pace again, with a wild grin on his face. Søren is trying to grasp for him, trying to rock back, his hard cock bobbing between his legs.

When Eduard gets a hand around Søren, he yells again, and Tuomi swears loudly. Søren’s bed creaks dangerously, which makes Tuomi laugh.

“We might—have to—get you—a new bed—for your birthday,” he pants, and Søren tries to speak until Eduard tightens his fingers, at which point he just moans. “Hey, Søren, I think Ed might be gentler to you.” He abruptly pulls back. Søren’s body jerks, but he looks up at Eduard with wide eyes and nods, so Eduard pushes his leg back a little—though not fully—and guides himself into him again, easily.

Søren warbles, his ass clenching.

“Fuck, you love it,” Tuomi tells him, breathless and flushed, snaking a hand down over his heaving stomach to lightly touch his cock.

Eduard’s glasses are slipping down his sweaty nose, and Søren’s leg is sticking to his chest, but it feels so incredible, he doesn’t care. Not even the feeling of Søren’s ass gripping his cock, making his arousal skyrocket and tumble over itself, but the look of him grinning wildly around his gag, hands grasping the sheets or Tuomi’s arm, his hair standing on end, is what’s really getting to him.

“Tuomi,” Eduard says, and Søren just nods again, desperately.

This time, the switch is almost seamless. As soon as Eduard moves Søren’s leg and pulls out, Tuomi once again takes his place, sliding into Søren’s abused hole with ease, a groan falling from his lips. Søren makes a wet noise and tries to rock back against him.

Eduard sits back a little, and, as he vaguely expected, Tuomi immediately rolls them back over so he is thrusting into Søren from behind, pressing him into the mattress and holding him up by his makeshift gag.

“You’ll really break the bed,” Eduard pants while he clambers over to the side to see Søren’s face—he just grins wildly at the prospect, trying to yank Eduard over.

“It’s—his—birthday,” Tuomi grunts, pounding into Søren with each word. Søren warbles.

Without warning, Tuomi suddenly goes very still, and Eduard recognizes it as that thing he does where his orgasm seems to overtake him without warning, which isn’t that much fun when it happens when he’s in your mouth but is amazing to see now, his fingers clenching on Søren’s ass while Søren shouts into the gag.

“Fuck yeah,” Eduard says, because neither of them seems to be able to speak right then and it seems like the thing they’re thinking. Søren actually grins up at him with those wild eyes, a strand of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Tuomi just grunts, starting to move again. After a few more thrusts, he pulls out and all but falls back.

“Fuck yeah,” he agrees, catching his breath.

Søren unsteadily gets to his knees and tugs at Eduard, almost as if he wants to kiss him before he remembers the gag. Instead, he falls to his back against the pillow, once again spreading his strong legs around him.

“Yeah?” Eduard asks, and gets another nod. Søren is still hard as a rock.

“Hold on,” Tuomi says, and crawls over, nudging Søren to slide in behind him, bracketing him with his legs and propping him up against his chest. Søren moans happily, his back arching a little. Tuomi meets Eduard’s eye, a glazed look in his own, and grins slowly, sweeping his hands down Søren’s sides.

When Søren wriggles, trying to say something and frowning, Eduard takes that as a sign of impatience, which makes him smile. Søren never is very patient. And Tuomi, while extremely patient in certain situations, is not that way during sex. He could have easily predicted it’d all be very frantic, and is vaguely pleased he was right, that none of them are really different than they are in other sexual situations. It’s a testament to their friendship.

“Ed, are you just gonna sit there?” Tuomi asks, amused.

“Well, it’s a great view.” Even as he says it, Eduard carefully grasps his own cock and guides it down, sliding back into Søren’s heat. The man judders and moans, and Tuomi eagerly mouths at his jaw, licking his ear and getting his hair in his face.

Eduard makes himself keep the same pace, which seems very sedate after Tuomi’s onslaught, but Søren evidently appreciates it just as much, gasping and writhing between them. Tuomi is whispering undoubtedly filthy things in his ear that Eduard cannot hear over the rushing of his own blood in his body. Søren tries to speak, tries to turn his head and kiss Tuomi, who smirks at him. He jolts when Eduard touches his cock, looking over at him and warbling something, then throwing his head back on Tuomi’s shoulder. Tuomi watches with dark eyes.

“You’re right, it’s fucking great,” he says.

Søren muffles something into his gag, and then, all at once, he seems to have had enough and yanks it down, out of his mouth, and is immediately turning his face up to kiss Tuomi, catching his surprised noise with an uncoordinated attack on his mouth. He curls one arm back around Tuomi’s head even as he breaks the kiss and slides further down, his knees pressing into Eduard’s sides.

“Yes,” he pants. And, “Fuck, fuck me, god.”

And though preventing that is ostensibly exactly why they put the gag in, it makes the heat in Eduard’s body spike sharply to hear him now blurt those things out loud. And even more when Søren yanks him down and kisses him just as messily before getting to Tuomi again. Still taking turns, Eduard thinks wildly.

It’s almost as if it’s Søren’s own way of shutting himself up, barely giving himself time to breathe between kissing them both, until Eduard is bent over so far there is almost no space between him and Tuomi and his foggy glasses have slipped so far down they’re in danger of falling. Tuomi pushes them up, then reaches down.

His hand joins Eduard’s mostly still one around Søren’s cock, and Søren moans loudly, clenching.

“Yes,” he pants again. “God, fuck—” He breaks off, grinning wildly as Eduard fucks him, still steadily.

Eduard’s own arousal is cresting very fast as well. Watching Søren, he speeds up a little, which earns him another gasped yes and Tuomi smirking in a very sharp way.

It seems almost sudden when Søren comes. Still hanging onto Tuomi with one arm, he yanks at his stringy hair, and seems to slide down even more. He curses, his ass clenching, and Eduard can feel the pulsing heat of his cock through the condom around it. He gasps, continuing to thrust into him to more warbled encouragements.

“C’mon, Eduard,” Søren pants, “get me a fuckin’ present.”

It doesn’t take long before the heat crashes over Eduard and he comes too, buried in Søren’s ass just like Tuomi, although he keeps moving while he groans. Søren actually laughs with delight, although the sound is more gasp than anything else.

“Fuck,” Eduard grits out. He moves through his orgasm, shuddering with pleasure even while Søren yanks at his hair too, moaning his name. He nearly knocks his glasses off, but Eduard doesn’t even care right then. He feels like a mess, in the best way possible.

He slows eventually, and lets himself slip out, holding the condom securely. His cock immediately feels cold.

“Oh my god, you guys, I know what I fuckin’ want for Christmas,” Søren pants.

“Is it socks?” Eduard asks breathlessly, even while he slips the condom off. Tuomi breaks into uproarious laughter, which Søren and Eduard both can’t help but join in on, until the three of them collapse into a breathless, sweaty pile of limbs on the bed. Eduard and Tuomi have ended up bracketing Søren, who’s thrown an arm over his eyes and is grinning at the ceiling.

“Happy birthday, Søren,” Tuomi mumbles, absently patting his sweaty chest.

“Yes, happy birthday,” Eduard says. His limbs feel heavy and sated.

“Happy fuckin’ birthday,” Søren agrees. “Tuomi, you’re next, what do you want?”

Eduard thinks that’s a very dangerous question, and when Tuomi doesn’t immediately answer, Søren removes his arm to glance at Tuomi, who looks extremely deep in thought. Søren pulls a face at Eduard, who can’t help but snort, which makes him smile once more.

“Well, he’s got six months to think about it,” Søren says.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about.”

Tuomi laughs, throws an arm across both of them, and says, “Whatever it is, I think we’ll have a great time.”