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An Unexpected Offer

Eoin x Paddy x Voyeur reader

This was one of those shower ideas where I just HAD to get it down & explore it or my head would combust. Ended up with a MFM threeway, which I hadn’t intended but that’s where it went…might’ve borrowed a concept from an old TLK fic but it fit SO well with my original idea lol.

Thanks to @miggleverse for reading through my babble, as always!

Word count: 11.3k

TW: Societal homophobia, explicit smut (porn with a plot), DVP, MFM threesome, big side helping of guilt & shame.

You had fought tooth and nail to achieve success in your field, valuing the integrity of your stories above all else, though now, as you faced your biggest story yet, the truth seemed a little murkier and the path forward a little less clear.

Journalism had always called to you, beckoned you forward on a path through life. It had always been the most obvious choice of career, though succeeding as a female in a completely male dominated area was a tough ask in 1940s Britain. From the blatant sexism to everyday annoyances such as the focus on dressing appropriately, presenting oneself as a lady in society, it all worked against women simply aspiring to write.

Despite the obvious roadblocks stacked against you, you were not easily discouraged from following your dream and had the steely determination to make a name for yourself in this big bad world. You had worked your way up the ranks, indiscriminately writing for weekly papers, tirelessly penning articles for local community newsletters, and eventually submitting your work to a large paper in the city on the unlikely off-chance someone might notice. It was then your career truly blossomed. Some forward-thinking editor had given you the opportunity you’d been waiting for, and now, as you penned your next article, you reflected back on a life of adventure and true excitement in search of the truth.

There are journalists to whom the smell of printer’s ink is incense, and the roar of the printing press music, and this was certainly true in your case. You revelled in the clacking of a typewriter, the scratch of ink on paper, relishing in the knowledge that your words were being committed to the page for the world to see. Your musings on the reality of war, the unfortunate casualties and the incredible truth of the unsung heroes in war had landed you your dream assignment - reporting on the men in the British Army’s newest spearhead, their shiny new weapon in the war on the Jerries.

The Special Air Service, a brigade of lunatics willing to plunge into the belly of the beast, surrounded by men who would sooner kill them than look at them. Utter raving loons, by all accounts, men plucked from every corner of the world, from jail cells and desert bunkers, to fight for their country in a way only they knew how. They were led by an eccentric dreamer, a madman who jumped into the void himself, almost securing his own grave, but he persisted onwards to bring together a band of misfits in defence of their country. Not only their country, but in defence of the free world as it stood, against the tyranny of Adolf Hitler and his war buddies, who sacked Europe and were determined to spread their particular brand of fascism across the globe.

You loved every second spent in their company. These men were troublemakers, rule breakers, but incredibly skilled in their own right. They didn’t fit within the confines of the standard British Army unit, so they were handpicked for a new assignment, one which would see victory at any cost. One which would immortalise them in the lines of print to which you dedicated your life, though some details of their escapades would be lost to the sands of time.

In order to report on these remarkable men, to write the truth of their bravery, you stood beside them on these missions, shoulder to shoulder, reporting on their valour from the front lines. Detailing their hair-brained schemes and the successes or losses that followed. Of course, the public wouldn't hear about their true successes until after the fact, but nevertheless, you found it imperative to record every facet of their lives and work accurately.

Honestly, you thought this new venture would fail at the first hurdle. That first jump saw half their ranks disappear; dead, captured, or injured. One man in particular, Eoin McGonigal, survived the first jump but accrued some horrific injuries. It was months before he was well enough to even attempt another jump, and this time you were commissioned to document the reality of their brave, if a little unorthodox, methods. With their ranks quickly replenished, the SAS had received their next mission. This time, you jumped into action right alongside them.

As one of the very few females in your position, you had to work harder than most, but you earned the respect of those around you by risking your life in dire situations to report the heroism of your country’s servicemen. Women were rarely allowed into the field of battle; most were kept on the fringes under the guise of safety, but you had earned the respect of the muckety mucks in GHQ, you had earned the right to accompany these men into the fire, into the danger, in spite of your gender. You considered it one of your life's greatest achievements.

Following the men of the SAS proved to be your greatest task yet - it challenged all you had held dear, your ethics, your penchant for brazenly telling the truth…yet it had become one of the most rewarding experiences of your life.

Their missions were bizarre and radical, disregarding all operating norms. The men were certifiably insane, and it showed in their bold approach to Nazi hunting - not that you minded that bit….You admired their courage, their unusual remedies to problems facing combat units without resources or backup. Without the usual safety net, these men found new, novel ways to cope, to succeed where others would have failed, bringing the enemy to their knees.

Standing with them side by side in battle was thrilling, though you’d been exposed to more explosives and bullets than you ever cared to see in this lifetime. The toll that battle took on the body was immense, even outside of physical injury. Lack of sleep, a constant ringing in your ears, the shockwaves that ran through your body as grenades exploded in the sand and bombs fell all around you, it all truly left its mark.

But the most interesting part of your whole assignment was the men themselves. The camaraderie they formed in the heat of battle. The brotherhood that formed in the fires. They were the most fascinating aspect of your story, not just their unusual solutions to stalling the Jerries, not only their utter disrespect for high command or their particular fondness for booze on their downtime. The people themselves, the men who threw themselves in front of bullets and shielded their brothers from the flames, who grounded war planes and destroyed entire fleets with homemade ordinance. From the minds of madmen, greatness had been achieved…and they had so far yet to go.

Some men made tremendous efforts to welcome you into the fold, to truly bring you into their world, yet shield you from the harshest realities of it. One such man, Jim Almonds, was the unspoken gentleman of the group. His efforts on the battlefield stood in stark contrast to his personality as a man. He was quiet, but deadly when necessary. You’d come to value his company, his wise anecdotes, and his calm presence in a place where chaos hung in the air.

Others, like Reg Seekings, didn’t quite know what to do with you. You knew some men would have reservations in the company of a woman and that you’d have to earn their respect, but Reg just seemed uncomfortable in your presence most of the time. He’d often make silly or inappropriate jokes, only to get incredibly awkward and apologise profusely. You found it endearing, but he never particularly warmed up to you like the others.

Then there was Eoin McGonigal….he was the biggest flirt you’d ever encountered.

Eoin had a certain boyish charm, and the looks to match. He was innately handsome - tall and lean, but muscular at the same time, deceptively strong for someone so petite. His smile was hypnotising, no woman within ten miles could resist him, although you were the only woman within ten miles for the most part…

Despite the touches that would linger just a fraction too long, despite the glances across camp that could melt you into the sand, errant winks and the fact he would frequently check you out (shamelessly at that) Eoin was simply a flirt. It seemed ingrained into his cheeky nature, and nobody could escape his clutches, nobody could resist those charms.

The higher ups, namely Stirling and Lewes, had their own unique eccentricities, though you didn’t have as much opportunity to get to know them personally. Lewes was a shining example of strict leadership. He was a mastermind, a true visionary, and his bombs were the reason for much of the unit’s success. He had a deep seated sense of duty, but he had a puritanical streak that you couldn’t quite get behind. Luckily, he was so busy, you rarely crossed paths.

Stirling was a dreamer, and despite his personal failings, of which there were many…he was an admirable leader.

The only enigma, the only man who seemed truly out of reach, was Paddy Mayne. He hadn’t made as much effort to get to know you, though you thought this was just in his nature. He seemed closed off, angry at the world and oftentimes at himself, for some unknown reason, though this didn’t stop him leading his men through the flames to victory. You didn’t quite get to know him until you made friends with Eoin McGonigal - a man to whom he was inseparable.

Little did you know, Paddy Mayne had a deep respect for you and your work. He’d tell you later that you reminded him of someone he knew once, in a different time, in a different place. That your beauty and resilience shone like the stars, a beacon for the downtrodden men in this wretched place. You didn’t know it at the time, but Paddy would become one of your most treasured confidants, one of the only men you could wholeheartedly place your trust. A man like that, so introverted and fond of his own company, was a man who could keep any secret, keep it hidden and keep it safe.

You enjoyed every minute of this work, becoming thoroughly entrenched in the depths of warfare, you saw more than any woman would dare, probably more than any journalist had seen before. It was a huge step forward in your career, though it provided you with entirely more real world experience than any story ever could. Admittedly, you could have done without the near misses, the grazes from stray bullets & broken ribs from Jock McDiarmaid tackling you to the ground to avoid a grenade..but this mission had strengthened your resolve, your desire to document the truth. And you had formed your own sort of bond with this band of vagabonds. Their eccentricities only enamoured you more, and they certainly covered your ass when the bullets were flying.

Some of the men understandably had their reservations in regards to your snooping around, documenting every facet of their lives, but most were supportive of your efforts. Most looked out for you, not just in the throes of danger, but also around camp and while training. There were some true gentlemen in this rowdy group of misfits, rare gems in the dirt.

Although downtime was scarce, time spent in camp with the men was usually pleasant. Communal meals, unconventional training & a copious amount of rum swilling around the campfires kept spirits high, despite the rattling of bombs dropping only a few miles from camp.

It was a far cry from the comforts of home, however. Your accommodations, although private, were not the most comfortable. A rickety cot served as your bed, and the hot desert sand, your carpet. Still, it was secluded, which was more than the men were afforded. That much, you were grateful for. Though your sleep pattern didn’t quite see it that way. For the first few months, you suffered severely from insomnia; your brain was unable to drown out the chaos of the day, even the intense rays of the sun drained your energy, yet your body refused to let you sleep through the night. Sometimes, walking under the pale moon and crisp night air helped, but more often than not, you’d end up wandering around camp, following the stars until the sun rose again.

Camp was eerily quiet at night. Aside from a few men, who, like you, needed to wander in search of rest, most everything was still, suspended in action until the break of daylight through the horizon. It felt both peaceful and unnerving in equal measure, knowing what awaited you each day with the new rising sun.

Late one sleepless night, as you walked aimlessly through the sea of tents and vehicles in base camp, some movement in the moonlight caught your eye. Two bodies intertwined, stolen away from watchful eyes, their only witness, the skies above…and now you. At first, you couldn’t tell who it was, but as you inched closer, the moonlight illuminated the unmistakably handsome face of young Eoin McGonigal, the infamous Paddy Mayne wrapped in his arms. They stood silhouetted against the dark night, their bodies entangled in a rather dangerous game; with Paddy pinned against the side of a truck, Eoin’s body moulded around him. They thought they’d be alone at this time of night, not accounting for the insomniacs wandering around camp in the early hours.

Eoin’s large, scarred hands roamed the plains of Paddy’s sculpted body, buried under the stained khaki fabric of his uniform shirt, which was bunched up around his waist. His abdomen was exposed to the sticky night air, Eoin taking advantage of every inch of open skin. Although the sight of their bodies intertwined shocked you at first, you couldn't help but admire the depth of love they clearly shared. They were fine specimens, both, so you watched. You didn’t even know how long you spent watching them devouring each other against the dented metal door of that truck, the undulating of their bodies echoing off that rusted tin surface. Every minute you spent watching them increased the burning within you, and although you knew you should have been ashamed of your visceral reaction to two men writhing under the night sky, you were utterly transfixed by the beauty of these two warriors enjoying the comfort of each other’s touch in public.

It wasn't until you caught them a second time, this time in a rather compromising position, and Eoin glanced over Paddy's shoulder to find you blushing at the sight of their bare skin, that things got complicated. At first, he was amused, delighted to be the subject of such a pretty ladies attention, however, when reality struck, when the weight of what you had seen sank in, Eoin’s wide grin disappeared. As soon as you were discovered, you scurried off towards your tent, so you missed how his face dropped in realisation of their dire situation. Shame washed over you, although you knew Paddy & Eoin probably had a similar sense of panic building within them concurrently. Your brazen staring was shameful, but their relationship was illegal. It had far-reaching consequences for them both, and they couldn’t leave any aspect of it to chance.

As you scurried into the void, a poem flashed through your mind, a beautiful piece of prose that stuck in your brain, coming back at the most inopportune moment. To soothe your racing mind, you uttered the words to yourself:

“Two hearts entwined, yet worlds apart, Forbidden love, a heavy heart. A bond so strong, yet so taboo, A love that's whispered, never shouted out loud. We sneak around in secret, trying to hide, Our love a secret, buried deep inside. A stolen glance, a whispered word, Our love is like a fragile bird.” B. Holland

Eoin found you that next morning at breakfast, and despite the palpable tension and awkwardness, you held fast to the indiscretions your eyes lay witness to in those early hours.

He dropped several hints, poked and prodded to see if you would reveal their secret, his anxiety building with the ticking of the clock. You’d never seen him so tense, his usual boyish charm replaced with the anxious stammerings of a man on the edge.

Your continued silence on the matter reassured him that their undisclosed relationship would remain that way, that perhaps their secret was safe in your hands. Although reporting the facts was your job, you were not heartless, and this went far beyond your remit as a journalist. These were the lives of two people at stake; you would have never revealed that to the world. Though he could have never foreseen Paddy’s reaction to such harrowing news.

When Paddy learned that you knew of their indiscretions, worse still, that you had seen them with your own eyes, he panicked. He went into a proper tailspin. The next day was defined by his sharp decline in mental status. He became more reclusive in public - uncharacteristically quiet in briefings, only turning up to satisfy David Stirling, his presentations utterly self aggrandising and pointless, his answers more kurt and pointed as his mind rushed with fear. In private, panic swelled, wracking his body while Eoin held him against the night. The thought of being outed, of losing not only his career but potentially being torn from the one person who made life bearable, the man who was almost ripped away from him only a few months earlier, rattled him beyond belief.

In the space of a few hours, his world came crashing down around him…and the possibility of losing the man he adored due to his carelessness almost broke him.

As the dark fell around them, and Paddy held tightly to the warmth of Eoin’s arms snaking around his heaving chest, he couldn’t imagine a scenario where he wasn’t part of his life. He couldn’t fathom it, after all they had survived, all they had lost and rebuilt. From seeing him on that rugby pitch as a young lad, to the strapping man he had become, Paddy was always smitten with Eoin McGonigal. To have him reciprocate his love felt like a blessing and a curse, all at once. A dream he never wanted to wake from, knowing the nightmare lingered just on the fringe.

He’d never taken his relationship for granted. Even as a young man, in the throes of hormones and societal pressure to date, Paddy never cared for the company of women. Hell, he didn't much enjoy the company of men either - just one. And luckily for him, the subject of his affections seemed inexplicably devoted to him from the start, unequivocally and desperately in love. Paddy often wondered why, when Eoin had his choice of girls, did he chose the grumpy Irish fucker who only ever caused him trouble. But when they were together, Paddy never had cause to doubt him. Even before Eoin showed Paddy the depth of his love, even through his slew of girlfriends and one night stands (all of which Paddy heard about in intimate detail, much to his chagrin..), Eoin was devoted to Paddy, following him from the Commandos into the bowels of the Libyan desert, finally plucking up the courage to steal a kiss one night, his eyes sparkling as he pulled back to survey Paddy’s reaction.

Those eyes couldn’t lie, and when Eoin looked at him, those pools of molasses sucked him right in. They reflected all the love Eoin possessed, betrayed every beautiful emotion, and Paddy’s own face swam in their glassy surface. He couldn’t doubt his love, not when every expressive wrinkle gave away his every thought. From that night, they were inseparable, both on and off the battlefield. He truly thought he was the luckiest man to exist, to have such beauty shining on him daily.

Paddy knew the ghosts of Eoin’s past intimately, his old flames, the ones he left behind to fight in this war. He also knew he had a fondness for women, despite sinking his entire heart into his relationship with Paddy. It didn’t bother him much, and he entertained Eoin's whims to a point, but in a world where even their relationship was seen as impure, an illegal pairing that could land them in serious peril, he was cautious about how they interacted in public.

After his scare that night of the first jump, Paddy vowed to do everything humanly possible to keep Eoin in his life. To make him happy, and to keep him close, as much as he could. Seeing Eoin so broken, so mangled and on the brink of death that night truly sobered Paddy to his own feelings. That event just highlighted the depth of his love for his gangly Dublin boy & he’d never had to come to terms with something so powerful, so quickly. From that moment on, Paddy did what he could to see Eoin smile, to spend as much time as he possibly could in his company. He’d no longer stand in the way of his own happiness, as long as Eoin would have him.

Eoin had never once shown signs that he would want anyone other than Paddy; he was a devoted friend, and even the slowest of the men could see Eoin was desperately attached to him. It wasn't until after the jump that Paddy seriously acted on his feelings…he feared he may have left it too late, or perhaps Eoin's feelings would've changed with time, but they only grew stronger. When he woke up in that field hospital, legs in plaster & head rattled from a strike from a boulder as he landed, Eoin saw the man who had kept vigil by his bedside…and smiled.

Everyone saw the shift in their relationship, and perhaps the men suspected more than they let on, but they gave the higher-ups no ammo to separate them, or worse.

“Shhhh, Blair, it'll be alright”

Eoin comforted him, or tried to at least, with the promise of your discretion. As his slender fingers combed through Paddy’s hair, Eoin meditated on his words. He had no reason to think that you would string them along, only to then betray their trust. If you were going to report them, if you had that kind of hate in your heart, it would've happened already. But as Paddy’s body shook beneath him, Eoin searched his mind for alternative solutions, other ways to secure your silence.

They weren’t wealthy men, and carried little of material worth with them into the sands of the desert. Though as soon as it entered his mind, Eoin shook the idea of bribery, knowing your stellar reputation for integrity, both in print and your personal life.

The only thing they had left to offer was their company. The protection of their bodies in battle, and perhaps, if you were interested, if he could somehow convince Paddy…the comfort of their bodies in the night.

Although Eoin's velvety voice calmed Paddy's frenzy, his heart returning to a normal rhythm with the promise that their rendezvous would be kept secret, he was still shaken.

“I had a bit of an idea, but you mightn’t like it much…hear me out first though” Eoin started, his voice wavering as doubt crept in.

“What if we showed her exactly what she thought she saw that night….what if we showed her that this is real, that it’s not just a bump in the night, but an utterly devastating love.”

“I eh…i don’t know about that Eoin, that could go very fuckin’ wrong y’know?”

“I know, but it could be some peace of mind, a way to put an end to this nightmare. You know I love you Pad, you know I don’t need anyone else. But it could be good for both of us.”

“I guess it could, yeah. She seems to have Stirling’s ear…could be a useful ally to have I spose? And I guess I don’t have to participate, as such…”

“Of course, and we do this only if you’d be okay with it, Blair. You know I love you right? You come first, always.” he says as he places a featherlight kiss to Paddy’s knuckles, tears streaming down his cheeks at the tender gesture.

His nerves were set alight with Eoin's proposition, his heartfelt request to bring you into their world, to involve you in their lives. It made sense logistically, of course, being a woman alone out in the desert, with a platoon of lonely, sexually frustrated men, could be quite perilous. They could offer you some peace of mind, maybe something more, if you were amenable to the idea. But he'd need your word, your solemn promise that their relationship would not suffer, that Eoin at least, wouldn't have his reputation tarnished.

It took a while to bring Paddy around to the concept of involving a third person in their relationship. He was notoriously private and closed off to his emotions as it was, sharing that with another person, letting someone else into something so sacred and dear to him, it rattled him beyond belief. If you were as trustworthy as Eoin seemed to think, if you valued them as friends, Paddy hoped that by bringing you closer, by involving you in their illicit meetings, it might secure your silence for good.

Eventually, after days of excruciating uncertainty and the tenuous fact of their public tryst being kept safe thus far, Eoin approached you again, this time to bring you into the fold.

“Me and Paddy talked, we wanted to see if you’d join us, if you’d be interested in our company..as it were.” The very prospect that Paddy Mayne, the bulldog trapped in human flesh, wanted the pleasure of your company, after you’d seen him in such a compromising position, truly shocked you to your core. They were handsome men for sure, but you (and they) had a reputation to maintain in public. Perhaps that was the purpose of such an unexpected proposal…to make sure you’d keep their skeletons firmly tucked into the cupboard, by implicating you along with them. You’d certainly never entertained the idea of such an arrangement before, and as thrilling as it seemed, you also couldn't shake the notion that they were only trying to keep you on side, to keep their secret safe.

“I umm…I don’t know Eoin. Let me think on it,” you replied, scuttling out of sight before he could use his boyish charm to lure you in.

Eoin had an infallible reputation with the ladies. Even you had heard tales of this lothario and the sea of bodies he left in his wake, but Paddy was the recluse, the hermit and infamous grouch. As you strode away from Eoin McGonigal, you were left wondering why they wanted you as part of their tryst when they could've very well just asked for your silence. Paddy’s interest baffled you in particular when he had shown little to no interest in women. He hadn’t even glanced in your direction with anything short of approval and respect, unlike some of the other more boisterous men. You had seen the depth of their devotion to one another, both in their public friendship, the support they gave each other both on and off the battlefield, and their extra-curricular activities in the depths of night - it was clear that they were in a romantic relationship and were doing their level best to keep it hidden from their friends, their colleagues and superiors. Perhaps they suspected that you'd blab to the higher-ups? Although you were slightly offended that they'd think so poorly of you, especially after all the time you'd spent in the field, in training and even in combat with them. You'd put your life on the line for this article, to report the truth of these courageous heroes, to write their stories accurately. And now you were faced with a dilemma. One that made your interactions with Eoin & Paddy rather awkward for the next few days.

You took a while to think about it, to weigh up the pros and cons of such a flirtation. You'd be ruined if it ever came to light, but these men could lose much more than their glimmering careers. Then there were the technicalities to consider…although you had private quarters, your tent was far from a fortress - anyone could walk in at any time, or eavesdrop from outside. You were lucky to have your own accommodations; a woman in these parts was rare, but still…it would be a huge risk for all involved. And then there was the ethical dilemma. Eoin and Paddy were clearly two people in love, and you had stumbled across their rare moments of intimacy… twice… Even so, guilt bubbled in your gut - you were solely culpable for their unease these past few days. You had sympathy for their situation, for any man stuck in their predicament. You were quite progressive in that way, you supposed. The town you came from wasn’t particularly forward-thinking, and there were mobs of people back home that would’ve taken their manhoods for the simple crime of loving each other.

You really didn't know what to do, and you didn't have anyone to talk it out with. Your conscience battled with itself in the days following Eoin’s very sudden request. Sleep evaded you at night. Every time you drifted off, the rattle of mortars in the distance sobered you to the reality of your situation.

Eoin approached you yet again, days later, this time with Paddy lurking in the background, his unbroken stare like a laser beam directed right at you, as Eoin towered head and shoulders above you. You’d managed to dodge him consistently at breakfast, often busying yourself with conversation and staying close to their friends in order to avoid the awkward discussion you knew was on the horizon, but this time, you’d been cornered. He seemed nervous, jittery as he approached. “Hi, eh, can we talk?” he stumbled over his words, which was quite unlike the confident lad you were first introduced to after his narrow escape from death.

“I guess we’d better...” you mumbled, before walking in tandem to a quieter corner of the mess hall.

“Did ya get a chance to think about our offer then?” Eoin said, his voice just a hair above a whisper, so as not to be heard by the masses milling around ye both.

“I did…I admit I’m intrigued…but also a bit confused. Ye know I’d never dob ye in to GHQ, so why bring me in?”

“I think that’s exactly why…you’re discreet & Paddy seems to trust you. That goes a long way..so..what’cha think? How about dinner first, and you can suss us out, see how you feel then?”

“I think that sounds reasonable, yeah. I won’t promise anything, but I’ll meet ye tonight?”

“Best wait till it gets dark, but aye, we’ll see ya later on”, he nodded, and turned to join Paddy, who simply tipped his head in your direction.

Eoin’s explanation was thorough, and quelled every bubbling question, every unfinished thought, though he did little to temper your burdensome guilt. For two lovers to have to resort to an arrangement of this sort, for them to feel like they had no other option, it truly hurts your heart to think about. Did they honestly find you that unscrupulous, that they feared you'd out them? Or was it the pressures of society at large that sewed distrust? It saddened you to think of all the men who didn't have the opportunity to explore their true feelings, to find love and live out their lives in peace, in the embrace of the ones they loved.

To think of all the men who'd gone before, living a lie, or worse, who'd been caught in a compromising position and didn't have the option to keep it under wraps. Who had been punished, even killed, for who they happened to love.

You'd mulled over their offer, their silent plea for protection and empathy in a harrowing situation. It had been the sole subject of your sleepless nights, and although you secretly always had a crush on Eoin, the guilt was eating you alive, gnawing at your sense of justice and sympathy for men you had so much respect for…so you told him as much.

Eoin simply smiled and nodded, “You’re a good woman, I’ll have a chat with Paddy, but you know his mind won’t be changed.” He strode back to Paddy, his step a little lighter, though the weight of their ask sat heavily around his strong shoulders. He obviously filled him in as they strolled back to their shared tent. Paddy gave you one glance before they disappeared from view, and even across the stretch of sand that separated the two of you, you saw the desperation evident in his eyes.

You thought you’d have some time to consider your situation, to truly weigh up the ramifications of not only keeping such an enormous scandal at bay, but entering into such an improper arrangement yourself. You thought you’d have until dinner to think it over, but as the sun moved higher in the sky, Paddy Mayne appeared. You had been pretending to write, hunched over a stack of papers in the cramped quarters of your tent, flaps open to encourage the sparse breeze to blow through. Eoin was nowhere to be seen when Paddy darkened your door. You had been utterly lost in thought, so were slightly taken aback by his sudden apparition in front of you.

“Sorry love, didn’t mean to upset ya’” Paddy started off, his usually gruff tone now tempered with shame and a catch in his throat that took you by surprise more than his sudden appearance.

“D’ya mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the empty cot beside you. “Of course not, Paddy, sit down, please.” Though the camp was buzzing with activity, men busying themselves with preparations for the next mission, your temporary abode was secluded from most of the bustle, perfect for discussing such sensitive matters without arousing much suspicion.

As he sat in the empty space alongside you, you couldn’t help but stare at the man lowering himself to your level. Paddy was handsome, certainly, but more than a little intimidating, despite his short stature. He made up for his lack of height with an explosive temper, sharp shooting, quick wit and a mean right hook. He constantly maintained an intense stare, and although you were not one to cower to any man, you certainly never wanted to ‘get his goat’ as he so eloquently put it. He’d never shown you anything but respect, which honestly surprised you in your first days on the job. His fearsome reputation preceded him, and although you expected some clashing personalities in a unit filled with men insane enough to throw themselves from planes into enemy territory, Paddy had shocked you in the best way. He was a gent from the get-go, always soft spoken in conversation, despite tearing strips from any man that dared get on his nerves. He was a walking contradiction, a malady of clashing personalities, but you’d come to appreciate the dichotomy of his strange temperament. Now, as he sat beside you, in a space entirely unfamiliar, Paddy seemed out of his element.

“I suppose you know why I’m here, then? Eoin said that you had some reservations about it?”

“Look, Paddy, I know I’ve put ye in a bit of a pickle, I honestly never meant to…I hope you know that”

“Aye, I know you meant no harm, and you’ve done us a turn by keeping it to yourself. I suppose we’re killing two birds with one stone here. Keeping you on side and making Eoin happy in the process. See, I know he’s a bit of a ladies’ man, Christ knows why he’s bunked his lot in with me, but I intend to keep him if I can…”

“I know you’re a respectable woman, and in truth, I’ve admired how you’ve handled yourself here.”

“I know the others see it too, see how you throw yourself into the flames alongside us…I spose’ it’s just been cowardice on my part, but I’m thankful you’ve kept our secret..and I know Eoin would be delighted if you’d give us the pleasure of your company”

“I’ve no intention of taking him from you Paddy…”

“Aye, I know, well…I do now..” he said, elbowing you in the ribs playfully…though the smile on his face quickly dropped as he got lost in thought.

“We'll keep our love a secret, hidden well,For the price of love, is the tale to tell.But in each other's arms, we'll find our peace,Forbidden love, will never cease.” A. Allison

Paddy recited beautiful words as he mused his next thought, as if it was something his brain did automatically, reaching for sweet poetry when he couldn’t find the words to express his emotions.”Look, that jump scared me shitless. I thought I’d lost him for good…so I’m tryin’ my best now to keep him happy, to keep him in my life. He’d mentioned it before in passing, the whole ménage à trois thing..but it was never something I’d even considered until..well..now.”

“You really don’t see how he looks at you, do you?” you teased, a smile stretching across your cheeks for the first time in days.

“He adores you, Paddy, worships the ground you walk on..seems to be the only man around here that you can’t scare off..and I wouldn’t dare get in the way of that”, you chuckled, seeing Paddy’s face light up a little. He sighed, and with that revelation, you saw the tension visibly leave his body, but there was clearly more weighing on his mind.

What he and Eoin shared was new, shiny and still relatively unexplored. But their friendship was not. They knew each other inside and out…Paddy knew that this was something Eoin actually wanted. He would not have put it to Paddy otherwise, knowing his jealous nature.

Paddy didn’t like the idea at first; he had no inclination or desire to ever be with a woman, and he had the man of his dreams. But when he saw proof of your trustworthy nature & saw how compassionate you had been when Eoin approached you the second time, he reconsidered himself. He never wanted to be the reason Eoin compromised or denied himself.

With your solemn promise hanging between ye, Paddy felt a weight fall from his shoulders. He felt better about the prospect of including you in their relationship, knowing that you were a woman of integrity, knowing that whatever happened, you’d keep their love under wraps..So he asked, honestly and openly, for you to join them that evening. A trial run, as it were. He would be remiss if he didn’t try everything possible to remedy this messy situation. “The offer’s there, and if you wanna join us for grub this evening, just to see how you get on, there’s no pressure.” You sat there gobsmacked for a few seconds, your jaw agape. Paddy just looked at you, his brow set in its usual furrow. But he didn’t wait for an answer; instead, he hopped up from the bench, leaving you with a “We’ll be eating around 8, if you’re there, we’ll have our answer, yeah?” and he nodded politely before disappearing through the canvas flaps of the entrance again.

You made your way towards their shared tent for a bite to eat that evening, foregoing your usual meal with David Stirling. He was pleasant, for the most part, and tried desperately to be charming, but you never much cared for the wiles and guile of fuckboys - a title for which he certainly qualified. David was one of these men who assumed every woman would swoon for a uniform, and if that didn’t work, a cheeky smile would be the cherry on top. Such bravado made you gag. He’d tried it on with you once or twice, testing the limits of what he could get away with..but a swift backhand quickly made him see the error of his ways. From then on out, Stirling behaved in a manner befit a gentleman, settling instead for a friend who could paint him in a rather disreputable light, if she saw fit. A woman with power in a pen, if not behind the stock of a gun.

You often wondered if you were in the right line of work, risking your life for men who would much sooner get in your trousers than talk to you. But you were passionate about journalism, about exposing the truths that needed to be exposed, and shining light on the unsung heroes. So you put up with the banter and the pickup lines, the occasional ass grab & sporadic sexual misconduct from men in uniform.

Luckily, you hadn’t encountered such unsavoury behaviour since joining the men of the SAS. Although they were as mad as a box of frogs, each and every one of them, they were surprisingly respectful of the women in their company. Some, like Jock McDiarmaid, even expressed their admiration for your courage, joining them in such precarious and dangerous environments. They weren’t afraid to banter and make lude jokes, but never at your expense, and never to belittle your character. It was unlike any unit you’d seen before.

So when you joined Eoin & Paddy after the sun dropped beyond the horizon, you truly had no idea what to expect. They’d been nothing short of gentlemen to you in your time with them, but the whole situation would surely put a strain on proceedings. To your surprise, the whole night went remarkably well. The love Eoin and Paddy shared was unguarded, unrestrained in the privacy of their own accommodations, even with you sitting across the way. With no others around to witness it, they were open with their affections, Paddy especially. His demeanour completely changed with Eoin by his side. He was affectionate, smiley, and even cheerful if you dared to say. He was charming, pleasant and never failed to include you in their conversation.

He seemed freer, finally at liberty to express the depths of his devotion to the man by his side, and truthfully, it warmed your heart to witness, though there was a certain edge of sadness to it as well. The fact that they were not free to be this way, save for the seclusion of their tent, stung a little. To hide a love like this away from the prying eyes of society was a crime; it was the stuff of tragedy. Poets and playwrights had penned pages about this very topic, and it pained you to know that they had to conceal it, had to bury parts of themselves just to be accepted in the world. Paddy, in particular, seemed transformed by letting his true nature shine. You saw the light in his eyes, with Eoin’s beaming visage reflected in them. You’d never seen such a bright example of love in all your years. The lines etched into his face seemed to soften, and every knot in his tight shoulders loosened under the gaze of that pretty Irish boy.

He was miles from the dour character you’d seen around the campfires, and in a different realm to the soldier you’d seen in action. It was genuinely heartwarming to see such a different facet of his personality. Of course, Eoin was his usual self, his smile lighting up the tent more than any candle or oil lamp ever could. Although you’d never seen men in this type of relationship before, you weren't naive enough to think that it was rare. It just wasn’t witnessed, and that seemed such an injustice to the world. That seemed the crime, not the fact of their love.

Their joy was infectious, and you truly enjoyed every minute of their company. That night wasn’t about the food or the conversation; it was far overshadowed by the presence of their love, and the request that still loomed large. So when the night came to a close, and you had to make a choice…it proved to be quite a difficult one.

Though they never pressured you, Eoin’s smile and Paddy’s lovestruck eyes kept you rooted to the spot, unsure of your next move.

Your indecision was quickly thwarted by the charming vision of the two men succumbing to their passions, diving into a rather heated kiss, before pulling away from each other to direct their gaze towards you.

“Well? Have you thought about our offer then?” Eoin piped up, his thousand-watt smile firmly plastered on his face, with Paddy still clutching onto the fabric of his lapel. His eyes didn’t leave Eoin but once, to glance over and judge your reaction to his lover’s question. “I have...” you boldly stated, leaving the hanging silence to answer their question.

Time seemed to stand still from that point onwards, as if nature held the moon in place to allow these lovers time, to give them the precious moments they longed for under the shroud of darkness. Yet it also moved in a blur. Before you knew it, Paddy had transferred his weight onto Eoin’s lap, his legs thrown either side of Eoin’s steady thighs. Both men remained clothed, yet Paddy began rutting against the body beneath him, stimulating both of them with each rock of his hips.

Eoin’s vascular forearms wrapped around Paddy’s middle, holding him tight to his chest, as if he would disappear into the night without something holding him down. You couldn’t help but be transfixed by the undulating muscles on display. Even through their sweat-soaked clothing, you could see the ripple of their toned bodies, the exertion of each thrust on full show. Your eyes were locked firmly on Paddy’s round arse gyrating against Eoin’s lap, you’d never seen this sensual side to him before…it was slightly shocking and unexpected, but entirely mesmerising. He seemed to slot right into the dip of Eoin’s thighs, his muscular form right at home against the svelte younger boy. After a few minutes, Eoin’s breathing turned into low, rumbling grunts, indicating the intensity of his excitement. He made quick work of Paddy’s uniform, stripping the cotton from his sun-kissed flesh in the blink of an eye. No button stood in his way, and as he tossed each item onto the floor, those pools of molasses met yours from across their cramped tent. They seemed to twinkle, dancing in the candlelight even more so than usual, as Paddy continued his efforts against Eoin’s clothed thigh. “Enough, Blair, you’ll have me in no state to entertain our guest”, Eoin whispered against the shell of his ear, though loudly enough that you could hear from your seat on the cot opposite. Paddy stilled his movements, nestling his head into Eoin’s neck as he inhaled his musky scent. “How about I let you go first, hmm? Give our lady a bit of show eh?” he rumbled, his low chocolatey voice a tease against the top of Paddy’s head, though you suspected the statement was more for your benefit than theirs.

Paddy seemed to float into position, each movement smooth and practised, though he pretended that he didn’t have an audience. Before long, Eoin was undressed, bronzed hands roaming the dips and swells of his taut physique.

Under your heavy gaze, they fell into an intimate rhythm, a familiar dance of bodies and flesh. You sat by the side, inadvertently palming yourself through your khaki trousers, seeking friction as the two lovers increased the pace of their erotic demonstration.

Only moments seemed to pass while Eoin had assumed a comfortable position, his body thrown over the edge of their cot, Paddy snaking his way around him, his eyes steely with determination yet adoring, consuming every inch of his lover’s form. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, as he discarded the remainder of the clothing hindering his movements, piles of fabric falling from well-crafted muscles, from the swell of his hips, revealing his surprisingly thick arousal, waiting prettily between sculpted thighs.

His actions seemed almost automatic, rehearsed and memorised, as Paddy speared Eoin on his cock without much preparation, aside from a miniscule smear of petroleum jelly. You sat just out of reach, mesmerised by everything happening all at once, Eoin's body hungrily swallowing Paddy's thick cock, pulling him in deeply with ease. Minutes passed in a flash, demonstrating Paddy’s stamina, how his body glistened in the humid night air as sweat beaded from his pores with the force of his efforts. The muscles of his back rippled with each rut of his hips, undulating like the swell of a great wave.

And even the unholy sounds emanating from both men, dragged you further under their spell. A whirlwind of breath and guttural, bass heavy moans. Sounds that were born of unrestrained pleasure, untamed and almost beastly in their nature.

Through the haze of their joyous rapture, Eoin let his eyes wander from the man thoroughly conquering his body, to the woman who allowed them to continue in their clandestine rendezvous.

His glassy eyes locked onto yours, as Paddy increased the pace of his efforts, chasing a high that came as quickly as it built, without apprehension, thunderous and loud as it wracked his sweat soaked body. Paddy never had an audience before, he'd never been under the scrutiny of warm, woolen eyes as he fucked the man he loved. But it drew a powerful orgasm from within, his body clearly and vocally enjoying the added attentions.

As Paddy collapsed onto his cot, wiping the sweat from his brow and recovering from his vigorous activities, Eoin approached you gingerly, Paddy’s spend still leaking from between his legs. “I suppose it’s my turn to watch now, aye?” Paddy said, with a breath of contentment, gesturing to Eoin in agreement once more. He’d never imagined sharing Eoin with anyone, but you seemed like an acceptable choice, the women keeping their secret, the woman who hadn’t betrayed their love. You both giggled, as Eoin walked over to you and hovered, before sitting beside you on the cot that was usually occupied by his gangly limbs.

“Are you sure? Can always go back to sneaking glances at us outside the mess hall…” he teased, though with him so close that you could feel his breath tickling your lips, you felt as if you’d never really had a choice in the matter. “Yeah, I’m sure..” you whispered.

With that, Eoin moved closer, and pressed a hesitant kiss to your lips, not daring to go any further without express permission from his man, who just sat and watched.

A slight tip of Paddy’s head gave him all the scope he needed to press on, his tongue darting out against your mouth, seeking entry into the wet warmth inside. You would’ve been lying if you didn’t enjoy Eoin’s large roaming hands, or the warmth of his chest pressed against your own. But you didn’t expect him to stop so soon, suggesting that Paddy join in on the fun, both of them, at the same time…it certainly piqued Paddy’s interest, his head shooting up as Eoin beckoned him closer.

“So, whatcha think Blair, would you be up for it?”

Truthfully Paddy hadn’t even considered this a possibility before now. He was content to watch Eoin explore his sexual desires, watching him and only him from a close perch..but he never considered joining in on the action, alongside him. Weighing the pros and cons, Paddy considered the fact that it’d give him a new experience with Eoin that he hadn’t had before, and possibly wouldn’t get again. It’d give him a view of his body that nobody had been privy to previously, a totally fresh perspective on the man he adored. He wondered what he looked like, cock buried deep inside someone else, thrusting to reach his peak without Paddy wrapped around him. He wondered what it would feel like, thrusting alongside him. Would it turn him on to see Eoin buried inside someone else? Would jealousy rear its ugly head if he was right there, alongside him? Or would it bring them closer, as they reached their high together.

As you sat atop Eoin, his delightfully toned body supporting you from underneath, you beckoned Paddy closer to the pair of you, eyes shimmering with mischief.

With his eyes dark, lust overtaking any anxieties he had about the arrangement, Paddy strode toward you. He inched closer, his naked body glistening, sweat sticking to his sun-kissed skin, giving you the opportunity to truly behold him in all his glory. His body looked tantalising in the dim candlelight, each ridge and vein stood proudly, a body composed of dense muscle, capable of great leverage. Saliva oozed from the edges of your mouth, your lips unable to contain your desire at the sight of Paddy’s throbbing cock, which twitched slightly under your steady gaze.

Leaning down, you gripped onto the taut plains of Eoin’s chest, hugging his body closely as you opened yourself up to Paddy, who waited patiently. Selfishly you wished you had the chance to feel Eoin’s cock opening you up alone, but seeing what you could’ve potentially missed in Paddy had you salivating once more.

Feeling Paddy’s taut, tight body curl around you, the first thing you noticed was the warmth of his hands exploring the dips and curves of your body. Perhaps this was the first time he’d touched a woman, the intricacies of your body all new to his inexperienced hands. Yet he touched you with such reverence, such softness, you melted into the weight of his hands against your skin. Eoin’s rippling muscles beneath you, Paddy’s broad, chiselled torso behind you. Both of their warmth surrounded you like a comforting blanket. Two men that loved each other unconditionally, now seeking solace as one in your body.

“Are you sure about this?” Eoin enquired, his eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort or anxiety. You nodded in response, swallowing hard in both nervousness and anticipation. “Mm..are you sure you’ll both fit?” You pulled your brows together, anxiety suddenly drowning you, pulling you under with only the feeling of Eoin & Paddy to keep you afloat. “We’ll just have to find out, won’t we? If you can handle it..” he whispered against your lips, brushing his fingertips along the side of your face as he gave you a chaste, gentle kiss. You leaned into it, a soft hum of contentment vibrating against his mouth as he lined himself up with your entrance. “Oh, fuck,” you sighed, with his cock stretching and filling you beautifully. Eoin was big, unexpectedly so. To look at him, his body lanky and composed of corded muscle, you had expected a typical cock, average length, maybe a little thinner than usual…but you were wrong. It was perfect, and as you sank onto it, he filled you completely, the sting of a delicious stretch spreading through your core as your body moulded to each and every ridge, every curve and protrusion. Instinctively you began rolling your hips, in search of friction and the wondrous release afterwards. Eoin sighed softly, his large palms reaching up to still your hips. “Patience, love” he said with bated breaths, as Paddy tightened his grip on you, his eyes meeting Eoin’s over your shoulder.

Two large hands grabbed handfuls of flesh as Paddy maneuvered into position behind you, lining himself up comfortably.

“We’ll take it slowly, aye? Can stop at any time” Paddy breathed, before his hands rested on top of where Eoin’s lay. Both men holding tightly to your hips, in preparation for Paddy’s entrance. “Tell me if it’s too much.” You felt the head of his cock waiting, prodding at your folds but awaiting permission before breeching. His swollen pink tip was already leaking and waiting for your heat to envelop it, his body reacting to a desire he didn’t even know he had. Perhaps it wasn’t necessarily the thought of fucking a woman that had him leaking onto the cot below, but of the new experience that came with it, feeling Eoin’s cock alongside his own, seeing each twist and turn of his beautiful face as they thrust in unison, it would be a night of firsts, he was sure of it.

Eoin lay beneath you a twitching mess, full of anticipation. His excitement was obvious, his cock pulsed inside you as he awaited his lover to join in the fun. Neither of them had ever experimented in this manner before, they’d never included another person in their lovemaking, so it was new for everyone. He was unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Paddy behind you, his perfectly sculpted body enveloping yours, as he prepared to join the man he loved inside your cunt. He was consumed with butterflies at the thought of experiencing the unfamiliar, yet excited by the prospect of expanding Paddy’s world. Eoin was familiar with the heat of a woman’s body, the soft plush walls and the utter bliss he could feel in their tight embrace, but Paddy had never felt such joy. Paddy only ever had eyes for Eoin, only ever enjoyed the tight grip of him wrapped around his cock. Now, as he stood, grasping onto Eoin for dear life, Eoin saw the twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

As Paddy entered you, a sharp hiss escaped his lips, along with a strong intake of air to settle his spinning mind. The feeling was all too familiar, yet completely new. As the rigid head of his cock pushed past your entrance, along the Eoin’s shaft , his head flew back, waves of pleasure already washing over him like water. The feeling of fingers encompassing both their shafts couldn’t even compare to this, the tight heat of your walls stretching to accommodate both of their thick cocks, the friction of skin against skin, it was a sensation he couldn’t even describe. Yet it drew him closer to you both, to the man he loved and the woman who kept them together.

The room filled with moans and hitched breaths as he pushed forwards very gently, inch by inch as you stretched to accommodate him, your body already moulding around him like a glove. Quite a tight fit, but eventually he settled beside his lover. You could feel every inch of Paddy’s beautiful intrusion as your body struggled to stretch around both men, painfully at first. Both lovers stilled for a few minutes and allowed you time to stretch around them, accommodate their vast girth, your head spun from the extreme stinging sensation. “Oh fuck” the only thoughts that filled your mind were those of obscenities, pleasure and pain comingling, driving you quickly over the edge of overstimulation.

Each man was blessed with a thick, long cock, but together they were almost too much. Eoin relished in the feeling of Paddy’s soft tip inching its way up his shaft, hesitantly stretching your walls around him. “Relax, love” Eoin cooed as he could feel you begin to tighten up around them, clenching as the sting and pain refused to let up. Reaching between the mess of bodies, Eoin toyed with your sensitive clit once more; an attempt to help you relax and ease the pain of two cocks stretching you beyond belief. It helped, and you appreciated such a sweet gesture from a man you barely knew. Eoin allowed Paddy to move first, tantalisingly slowly. He enjoyed the feeling of Paddy's cock massaging his own, your velvety smooth walls surrounding them both. Every minute movement seemed to last forever, as both cocks slid in and out, the pressure and pain both mingling together. Juices from all three lovers mixed and coated both cocks, as the pain gradually subsided and turned into a pleasant fullness. Your breaths came in ragged and shallow as your body relaxed into the very new sensations. Even the feeling of so many hands grasping at your skin threatened to overwhelm you, but you were too lost in the pleasant burning sensation of these two gorgeous men stretching you completely.

Eoin grasped at your increasingly sensitive flesh and pulled your hips towards him as Paddy began to escalate his pace ever so slightly. Slow and gentle at first. Both men mirrored their movements, matching their speed to each other. After a few minutes, their pace increased yet again. Both pistoning into you relentlessly, chasing the high at the end but relishing in the glorious friction of skin against skin. You felt so completely full, your body trembled between their bodies, and you felt everything all at once, adrenaline coursing through your veins both from pleasure and being utterly overwhelmed by sensation. It seemed as if you were no longer in control of your limbs, all shaking and deliciously numb from being used by those two handsome soldiers.

Seeing your eyes glaze over, and your expression begin to fall, Eoin took a break from his relentless pace, slowing to a gentle undulating rhythm. “If it’s too much, tell me. Don’t wantcha’ holdin’ on just for us, ‘kay?” Eoin’s sweet tone calmed you, the exertion and momentum forcing heavy breaths from his lungs, though his smooth voice brought you back into your senses. His soft, lilting Irish drawl truly grounded you, despite the overwhelming tide of sensation dragging you under. He whispered soft praises in your ear, his buttery smooth voice brought your mind back to reality and back to the physical sensations you were feeling.

You nodded, taking a slow breath to compose yourself as his beautifully chocolate eyes searched yours for signs of panic or discomfort. “I’m ‘kay..Eoin…I’m okay..” you panted, your breath fanning his long eyelashes as he gazed at you with such gentility. Paddy also reduced his pace, slowing his thrusts to a soft ebb from behind as you fell chest to chest with Eoin. Your body heavier than your arms could support., waiting for the feelings swelling around your head to pass. You felt heavy calloused hands roaming your body, not squeezing too hard but just finding purchase wherever he could, while one ventured further to find a home on Eoin's thigh. Eoin averted his glance to meet Paddy’s once more, glittering under Paddy’s watchful gaze. He nodded reassurances, and you sensed their intense connection from your place against Eoin’s chest. You felt the spark between the two lovers, two men with a tie stronger than any ring, any oath or pledge.

Eoin reached a hand out past the crest of your cheek, beckoning Paddy towards him with such softness, utter devotion evident in his face. Paddy pressed his chest against your back, encasing you between them as you felt their heartbeats in sync, thrumming against your sensitive skin, both their cocks resting stationary inside you. Eoin kissed Paddy’s knuckles, a small gesture that held so much weight, as he couldn’t reach the plush expanse of his lips.

Paddy’s oscillating thrusts provided friction enough for both of them, his length rubbing against Eoin's, both of them stretching you further than you ever thought possible. Even at a slower pace, it was the most mind blowing sex you had ever experienced. The smacking of flesh and low guttural moans filled the air, the sound and smell of intimacy surrounded the three of you. The moans and groans escaping your newfound lovers sent waves of pleasure running through your aching body, until you could no longer stand the gentle pace Eoin was holding. Whining into the crook of Eoin’s neck, you pled with him to speed up, to fuck you as you needed to be fucked. “Take what you want, please…fuck me”

Your pleas spurred Eoin into action once more, satisfied that you could deal with both men rutting into your swollen cunt again. Your moans increased in pitch as both men increased their speed, claiming your hole as their own in unison. Heavy breathing and whines of pain and pleasure mingled together. You could have never imagined feeling so full, so used and yet your mind was completely clear. The space usually occupied by flying bullets and the threat of bombs dropping, was now completely empty, the feeling of Paddy & Eoin fucking you together enough to destroy any lingering thought.

Feeling you surrender and relax your muscles against them, Eoin knew he was okay to continue pounding as he desired. Thrusting in opposite rhythms, one pushed in, while the other pulled out. Eoin could feel every inch of you both, and delighted in the sensation of being completely surrounded. “Fuck, Paddy, I can feel you as much as I can her.” he whined, while a chesty laugh escaped from Paddy.

Paddy dragged the bulbous head of his cock along your walls as he hunched over you and his laboured breaths mingled with your own. His hot breath tickled your neck and his chiselled torso pressed against your back, the sheen of sweat coating you both. Reaching over your shoulder, he leaned and grasped Eoin by the neck, pulling him upwards for a sloppy kiss, yearning to feel the man he adored in every way possible. You were sandwiched between two lovers, feeling the depths of their devotion to one another rocking back and forth as they plowed into you, enjoying the feeling of each other as much as they did you.

This relentless pounding wouldn’t last long however, before you felt a familiar knot in your core, ready to snap. Eoin could tell you were close, your body tensed around him and your walls pulsed with a frantic rhythm.

“We could play with you all night, but someone will eventually come looking…you need to let go…let go for us love”

A rush of pleasure ploughed through you at his filthy words, the heat radiating from your core until your body could no longer stay upright. Your body fell limp against his chest as waves of ecstasy took over your every nerve, leaving you a quivering mess, twitching with every aftershock that rolled through your spent body as they tapered off their thrusts. Through your orgasmic haze, you felt the lovers rutting sloppily as they chased their own releases.

It wasn’t long before those two beautiful men reached their own peak, climaxing together in a thunderous mixture of moans and fluids. Only seconds apart, you felt each man convulse as they filled you with cum, ropes of their hot seed painting your insides. Filling you up completely, their cum mixed and leaked out between them as they fell onto you with heavy breaths. The weight of your two lovers brought you back to reality after the wave of ecstasy receded. You couldn’t have imagined ever feeling more complete, more satisfied, yet utterly spent and sore.

But still, you knew that you were the guest in this scenario, so rolled over & made space for Paddy on the snug cot.

Even in the throes of slumber, you could hear him reciting lines of poetry, honeyed words of love and grief at their forbidden love, his voice swaying like the tide, as you ebbed and flowed in and out of consciousness.

“And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the sideOf my darling - my darling - my life and my bride,In her sepulchre there by the sea - In her tomb by the sounding sea.” Edgar Allen Poe

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