#kinda plot

The day has come, both your neighbor and your side employer, in the same room. You invited Rafayel over to try some tea you received as a gift. He said he needed a break from painting so it felt logical, you weren’t expecting Xavier to come over though.

As you make up a cup for Xavier, you can feel tension radiating from the living room couch. Both sit with their arms crossed, pretending the walls have something interesting on them.

You bring over the tea, setting it onto the coffee table. You bite back your amusement at irritated faces while shimming in the middle. “Since you’re both here,” your voice cheerful, once again trying to swallow your laugh, “we can try the tea together and talk about it, yeh?”

You hand over a cup to Xavier while Rafayel reaches for one on his own. You settle deeper onto the couch, you thought it was average size but three adults make it seem smeller. You can feel their warmth radiating off of them on either side of you. Any longer and you might just need to turn on the fan.

The three of you seem to take a sip in unison. The taste is awful… a sickly bitterness spreads through your mouth accompanied by what can only be described as vile aftertaste. You spit it back into the cup and give both guys a glance. Xavier has appeared to have swallowed it, regardless of the putrid taste but there’s tears in his eyes as evidence of a struggle.

“Cutie… are you sure this is tea?” Rafayel follows your move, not caring about etiquette in this moment.

“So gross…” you feel Xavier shiver.

“I… I’m not sure now.” You stand back up, taking back the tray to the counter. The box of seemingly innocent tea sit there, it definitely is tea. You flip it around, scanning for instructions and notice that the recommended amount is only but a tiny amount. You tried to be generous, heavy-handedly covering the bottom of the tea pot in the dried leaves.

“Sorry, guys. I made it wayyy too strong.” The taste still lingers in your mouth but you push it aside. Settling back down on the couch your body starts to feel weird, heavy and hot. Xavier’s slouched down, his hood covering one side of his face making you unable to see him properly. You assume he’s fallen asleep, it really doesn’t take him long.

Rafayel fiddles with the tv remote, looking like he’s unsure if he wants to turn it on or not. He looks a little flushed, maybe the room really is too hot.

“It’s a quite warm in here, would you mind if I turned on the fan?” You turn and lean towards him, keeping your voice low.

“I could help you take off a layer or two instead…” almost teasingly Rafayel closes the distance between your faces. His sudden proximity making you lean back only to feel Xavier’s arm wrap around waist and pull you closer to him.

“You’re quite shameless.” Xavier glares at Rafayel sounding more breathless than angry.

“He was just joking, right Rafayel?” You tap at Xavier’s arm, a silent request to be released. He only tightens his hold, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath, even through fabric, hits your skin in a way that gives you goosebumps.

“Hey, you okay? Xavier-“

“No fair, why does he get to touch you like that?” Rafayel cuts you off, his hand on your forearm, lifting it up so it’s no longer on Xavier’s. You don’t know whether to demand to be released by both or see where this goes. Curiosity, or something deeper, makes you not pull away.

Without thinking your hand reaches for Rafayels face, settling on his cheek. The light burn of his skin makes your fingers stretch to his jaw, pulling him closer. Rafayel hums, shifting his weight towards you.

You feel Xavier’s free hand move, pulling your collar to the side. You don’t get a chance to question it as his mouth clamps down on your shoulder. It’s not hard enough to hurt, instead sending a jolt through your body. Your gasp sounds more suggestive than it should’ve been.

Everything seems to pause for a split second as the atmosphere changes entirely. Your body moves on its own, chasing after more, pressing deeper into Xavier.

Rafayel, wanting to divert your attention back to himself, pulls you towards him by your wrist, dislodging Xavier from your skin in return.

He doesn’t wait to be interrupted again, pressing his lips against yours. It’s shallow at first, like he’s testing if you’ll allow it. You slip your hand to the nape of his neck, pulling him into something deeper. A hunger rises, a deep desire you haven’t entertained before. In a daze, soft noises escape your throat.

As you break the connection, lightly gasping for air, Xavier pulls your head back just enough to claim his turn. His tongue is merciless, making sure you can only taste him by the end.

Rafayel seizes the opportunity, beginning to kiss at your neck. You grasp at his shirt, heading starting to spin. He trails down to your collarbone, stopping at the fabric of your t-shirt.

“I can take this off now, yeah?” His voice almost pleading.

Xavier pauses, letting you catch your breath. You feel wasted from this alone but it’s still not enough.

“The both of you… first.” You manage to push out, pulling at the hems of their shirts.

The line has been crossed. Wondering hands against bare bodies.

Rafayel between your legs, his tongue drawing slow deliberate circles while Xavier watches you squirm, his hands firmly on your breasts. Your body tramples lightly, overstimulated but there’s still a lingering ache that demands to be acknowledged.

“…I want you inside,” your voice comes out broken, between ragged breaths.

You feel Xavier stiffen beneath you as Rafayel lifts his head to meet your eyes.

For a moment the only sound is of you trying to bring air back into your lunges.

“Who do you mean?” Xavier whispers, gently brushing some of your hair away from your face. There’s a hint of jealousy in his voice, mostly covered by his usual soft spoken tone.

“Both.” You blur out. You’re beyond caring about the logistics, all you can think about is the need to be filled.

“That’s… cutie, are you sure?”

You nod, you’re sure.

You move to the floor, straddling Rafayel, using the couch for balance. Your slickness makes sliding down easy, sheathing fully. Xavier aligns himself, slowly sliding in beside. You feel your heart hammering as you stretch around them. It’s exhilarating.

Rafayels hands rest on your hips, keeping you in place. Xavier, now flush against you hugs your waist. You let yourself get used to the feeling before starting to gently roll your body. You feel your mind blank at the complete fullness.

As you gain a steady pace, your hand moves from the couch to Rafayels chest, the other holding onto Xavier’s arm. You feel them begin to trust carefully, making your breath hitch. You begin to see sparks as you feel the pressure build, you know they feel it too as their thrusts become faster, desperate for release.

Your voice comes out in mix of gasps and whimpers as you feel the coil about to snap. Your fingers digging into their skin.

The climax comes hard, throbbing, convulsing. Their grips on your body loosen as you feel it become slack. For a while none of you move, letting the feeling settle and breathing ease. Xavier’s head rests between your shoulder blades while Rafayel traces idle lines on your hand.

After eventually beginning to move, clean up and get dressed the shift in the room is obvious. It’s not as awkward as you’d expect it to be, it’s accepting.

You sit in clean clothes, hair still slightly damp from a shower. Rafayels arm around your shoulder while Xavier lies in your lap, eyes closed.

“Says here, ‘for couples with low libido, starting dose a pinch in warm water’,” Rafayel reads from a website.

“Well it doesn’t say that on the box,” you sound a little defensive.

“You spiked us… and yourself.” Xavier opens one eye, looking at you with a small smile.

“I’m sorry… to both of you,” you finally say, softly “Things got intensive faster than I imagined.”

“Don’t be. Just no more gross tea next time, yeah?” Rafayel teases, his eyes still on his phone while he twirls your hair.

“Just ask.” Xavier goes back to both eyes closed, nuzzling his cheek against your thighs.

You feel a blush spread across your cheeks, ‘next time’ huh…

Sorry if there’s any misspelling or unfit wording. I’ve been struggling to sleep more than a few hours for the past two weeks 😌✌🏻