#kyleweekafterdark

There’s something to be said about the dating scene of a small mountain town.

It’s an ordeal, really. There’s not that big a population overall, and when you narrow it down to just the available singles, you come to find that it’s all folk you already know. Dating apps only serve to remind you of the same people you hang out or hear about all the time, all people who you already have formed opinions on, people whose flaws and vices you’ve already seen at play, just as they have yours. If you’ve grown up with them, if this close-knit community is all that you have, that only matters worse: It means conveniently forgetting that the guy who just slid into your DMs used to stick bubblegum on your hair in second grade, or that the girl who Super Liked you on Tinder is the same chick that tried to kick your ass in high school because she thought you looked at her funny - since if you don't ignore those things, the already low number of available people to date becomes single-digit. Romantic connections can also never be private: Everyone knows you, but obviously they all know of each other as well. if someone sees you with a potential partner, the information becomes common awareness within seconds, even if it’s not an actual relationship and you’re just looking for a hookup. 

Which is why I had both Clyde Donovan and Kyle Broflovski arguing intensely in my living room at that very moment.

Clyde wasn’t my ex. It had been a ‘friends with benefits’ type of deal, and to be fair for him, we had been good friends. The fact that we were amongst the small chunk of people from our high school graduating class that actually stayed around for community college instead of fucking off to other states ended up creating a bond between us, and we started spending a lot of time together, which eventually led to casual sex. That ‘relationship’ spanned through several months, with both of us exploring a lot of things together, since we were the only people we trusted to not be judgemental. 

However, I started wanting more, while he was comfortable where we stood - and after all that time of just being like this, without putting a name to the situation and no effort on his part to do so, I decided to pull away and make myself available for other options. It wasn’t difficult, at least for me, there was no crying and no heartache. I thought we were cool.

And that’s where Kyle comes in. Returning to small town hell after years of university to take his place next to his father at the law firm, my guess is he was too used to how efficient dating apps were in the big city, only to struggle with them here. Out of the guys I grew up with, he was one of the most mature and efficient ones - intelligent enough to land himself in law school with ease, opinionated, and hot. I was one of the first people he matched with, just a few months after my decision to distance myself from Clyde, and the few casual hangouts we’d gone on after this made for decent reminders of the type of person he was. The connection was fast and intense, but not in a way that was sure to leave me in pain later in life; we had similar long-term goals and interests that merged together well while still leaving margin for us to grow and learn from each other. We weren’t anything particular at that point, but it was worth looking into.

One doesn’t buy a car without going for a test drive, though. So, after a little movie date with Kyle, when he brought me back to my house, I decided to invite him in for ‘coffee’, an opening that he was clearly eager to accept even if he tried to hide it with a ‘Yeah, sure, I have some time’. That coffee didn’t quite get to happen, as in a matter of minutes I was already straddling his lap on the couch, his mouth devouring mine as his hands lifted my shirt and ran up my back to fiddle with the clasp of my bra.

Curse the fact that every single motherfucker in this town lives in the same block. Kyle’s car being parked on my driveway didn’t go unnoticed, and soon enough, Clyde had slammed my front door open, startling me out of our embrace and kicking off a shouting match with my current partner like some kind of betrayed spouse. Which Clyde had no right to act like, but that didn’t stop Kyle from yelling right back and pushing me off of himself to get up and meet the other guy toe to toe, riled up from both arousal and shock and completely pissed at being interrupted.

“Clyde, what the hell? Could you NOT?”

“Fuck you, Kyle! Stay away from her!”

“What? Fuck you mean, stay away? Get out of here!”

“YOU get out! I’m not going anywhere!”

All that was left for me to do was sit there astonished, naked from the waist up, watching the scene unfold. Neither of them was getting physically violent, so things were safe enough, but vexation was still very clear on their faces and tones, to different degrees.

“Who do you think you are, dude? She’s mine!” Clyde’s face was beet red, sweat dripping from his forehead with the nervousness - rather than angry, he seemed almost anxious. He clearly had barged in in a panic and didn’t quite know what to do with himself. “You can’t do that to me, man!”

On the other hand, Kyle, shirtless and caught in our intimate moment, didn’t have the mental capacity to act his most gentlemanly. “Do what to you? She’s not your girlfriend, dude!” His arms flailed haphazardly around them, as if the big movements would drill the information into his opponent’s brain, flexing his fingers on both hands like he wanted to throw a punch and was just reeling himself back not to.

“Yeah, but that still sucks! Don’t you have any respect for the bro code?”

“What bro code? There’s no relationship!”

“Of course there is!” Clyde’s voice rose about an octave, the nerves getting to him. “I fucked her! You can’t do that!”

“That’s not how it works at all!”

Logical thinking would’ve told me to cut that shit right out, preserve my peace and kick both of them to the curb, cut contact altogether for pulling such a stunt in my home. But honestly, I wasn’t thinking logically right then. There was something there for me, something primal, that took great interest in seeing two hot-as-fuck men arguing with such intensity over me; it made me feel wanted beyond belief, like the most important woman in the world. The warmth in my lower abdomen that had begun building up during my make-out session with Kyle only increased, heating up my whole body with a flush.

“Yes it is! Come on, dude! You wouldn’t like it if I fucked your girl!” “Well, she’s not your girl, so leave us alone!”

The crass wording made me grimace, noting that they spoke as if I wasn’t right there in the room with them, like I was an external prize both of them felt entitled to. But it was with a weird surprise that I also noted it didn’t bother me at all.

“(Y/N), just tell this bastard to leave, please.” There was a hint of fatigue in Kyle’s voice when he called out to me, bringing his fingers to his own temples and massaging them while turning away from Clyde altogether. “Before I kick his ass.”

“Don’t hold your fucking breath, dude,” the other man’s response was an attempt at a sneer, but it cracked with his uncertainty, like he wasn’t as confident he wouldn’t be shooed away as he tried to display. “She likes me. She’s not gonna kick me out.”

“If she likes you so much, then what’s she been doing with me all this time?” Kyle had apparently understood that his points would fall on deaf ears, his thought process shifting to make me part of the conversation now, his body turning fully to the couch where I was seated and his hands gesturing towards his opponent. “(Y/N), can you do something about this?” 

Right when he continued, pressing me on the matter, my dead set attention on him caught onto something - that same sliver of uncertainty that had been so prominent in Clyde’s tone. The argument made him tense, but the presence of another man and the mental image of a past partner seemed to stir up doubt in his mind, as if now he wasn’t so reassured about his place in my life. The need to drag him closer and pacify his fears washed over me and my skin felt slightly cold, wanting to be warmed by him in an embrace of care and comprehension, but the tension of the situation kept me rooted in my seat.

 “Hell no! I’m not leaving you with her!” Clyde stomped his foot on the ground theatrically, trying to appear tough - but, when he turned to me as well, his features were clearly distorted and tense like he was about to cry. Another display of struggle that also made me want to comfort him, pet him until he fell asleep, erase any sadness from his mind. “Please, mommy!”

My breath hitched and I brought my hands to my face, covering the way my jaw dropped. Clearly, Clyde only realized the words after they’d come out of his mouth, as his eyes widened and he bit his lip as if that would turn back time and prevent that from slipping.

It wasn’t much about what was said. This was one of the things that man and I had experimented with, back when we were still hanging out with each other; he had a bit of a mommy kink, which I - until that moment, anyway - was the only one who knew about, since he didn’t trust anyone else with such an intimate part of him. And I was happy to indulge him on it, too, several times, to end up finding that it tapped into a side of gentle dominance that came rather easily to me despite not having been something I was aware of before. So that dynamic wasn’t a new development - I just didn’t expect him to still call me that, and more so in front of someone else.

As expected, Kyle was also completely taken aback. He looked between me and Clyde, wide-eyed, possibly expecting one of us to laugh or call out the joke but receiving only reticence and tension in response. The realization seemed to settle with a bad taste on his tongue - but his upset expression, although present, was shaky. Like the matter at hand had thrown a wrench into his train of thought, one not even his high intelligence could navigate. Heartache would be a natural explanation, yet still it was more than that; like he’d begun missing something he hadn’t known he wanted.

But, as much as the revelation threw everyone off-balance, Kyle’s intense energy seemed to return with a vengeance once he did find his mental bearings. This wouldn’t, couldn’t, be enough to make him fumble what he had going on with me. Shaking his head as if that would clear the effluvium that had settled in his emotions, he turned to Clyde again with an unyielding stance. “You are leaving right now.” His statement was coated in contempt. “I’m gonna fucking make you.”

“Boys… Boys, wait.”

My voice came weak as if from lack of use, and even I wasn’t expecting to be able to still let it out given the revelations and the embarrassment that had just transpired. But it was enough to draw the guys to me again. 

“Wait for what?” Kyle at this point was basically climbing the walls in his irritation. “What business does he have here? He’s gotta leave us alone!”

“I have more business with her than you!” Clyde countered, looking at Kyle briefly before turning to me again. The memory of our time together, what we did, had melted his tough guy act - his voice was thinner, more supplicant. “I’ll do anything you want, mommy! Whatever you ask! Just tell this guy to kick rocks!”

Slowly, fueled by the awareness that they were both listening to me and not yelling anymore, my self-confidence increased. “Look, you both want to be with me, right?” My face finally rose to be subjected to their gaze again, knowing it was best if they could take in the truth in my eyes as well as my words. For what I was saying to hold weight, they needed to know I was serious. “I can take care of this. Of both of you. No one has to leave.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of! I’m fine!”

That felt… Off. It would be natural for Kyle to question the implication of keeping both of them around, to be disgusted at the concept of ‘sharing’ a woman with another man - yet that was not at all the part that immediately got called into question by him; rather, it was his strength, like the idea of being perceived as weak and in need of any sort of help was worse. Even Clyde, who I would not give any ‘attention to detail’ award to, arched one eyebrow at this display, noticing the same thing I did.

As they say, denial is a river.

“Kyle, dear…” He visibly tensed up at the caring way I spoke to him, shutting his eyes as if that would prevent my words from affecting him. “Of course you need to be taken care of. Everyone does sometimes.”

“Well, I don’t,” he rasped, which had Clyde scoffing near him; a nonverbal yet obvious way of calling bullshit, which I would’ve imitated if the conversation wasn’t so delicate. “And I’m not here for that anyway!”

“What are you here for, then?”

If the way we all but jumped at each other just minutes earlier was any indicator, the answer was obvious. But the thought of admitting it, the memory, already made a bit of the tension leave his shoulders. ”You.”

I hummed in agreement, giving him a small smile that he couldn’t see but which I hoped would reach him through my voice anyway. “Exactly.” My volume dropped even lower, not unlike if I was dealing with an injured animal who would flee if I startled it too much. “And I want to take care of you. Let me- let mommy lessen your load.”

The use of that word was deliberate. It wasn’t like I could just ignore how flushed Kyle’s pale skin had been ever since I’d first uttered it, a light reddish hue spreading through his cheeks and down his neck that undoubtedly kept his body rather warm even shirtless. Someone else might’ve attributed it to embarrassment, and that would be his own excuse, but it would not be enough to explain the way he very obviously made attempts at adjusting his jeans to hide the prominent bulge in them, like it was bothering him past the natural wait for it to go down. Because it wouldn’t. That particular word and the soft-spoken way I offered to cater to him were doing things, making him aroused in ways he didn’t comprehend for they went past the simpler ways a man wants a woman.

“I… I don’t know.”

Though he still avoided laying sight upon me, I placed one hand over my own chest, a gesture of solidarity that was also useful for me to find out that my heart rate had slowed back to normal. I wasn’t anxious anymore. In trying to soothe him, trying to love on them, I’d also soothed myself. “I’ll let you think about it.” A small wait for him to silently nod before I turned to Clyde. “And you, darling…”

“I want help! I want you to take care of me!” Well, that was fast. He was being emphatic before any question was even asked, maybe in an attempt to win against Kyle by being the most readily available. But this wasn’t first come, first serve. If it was up to me, everyone would get their fill.

“I can see that,” I replied with decisive tenderness, “And I’m willing to pardon your bad behavior… And allow you to stay here with me and Kyle.”

Hearing the offer again had him stuttering on his answer, mouth agape. “B-but I don’t wanna watch you two! What’s the fun in that, mommy?”

A burning feeling grew in my cheeks as the concept of being subjected to either of their gaze while being with the other created an image in my mind. But… “No one has to watch.” I cleared my throat to both hide my slight embarrassment and draw attention to what I was really saying. “There’s enough of me for both of you.”

Even with the distance between me and him, I noticed the moment where Clyde’s mind captured what I had implied, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick his lips unconsciously. But, before he could say something, his current rival cut him off. “How come he gets to stay? He’s not supposed to be here!” He complained, finally looking at me again. “I don’t wanna have to fucking share!”

This startled Clyde right out of whatever likely dirty thoughts he was having at the moment. “Neither do I!” The brunet also turned to me. “(Y/N), you know me! You know I’m good! Just ditch him already!”

“Because I want him here,” I responded simply, continuing to speak over the loud whine Clyde emitted, “I want both of you here. It’s my house, I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not kicking either of you out. If you wanna leave, you’re grown enough to do so. But… I would love it if you two stayed.”

Concluding that, I leaned back on the couch and threw my arms over the backrest. A moment of silence followed, both guys understanding that the ball was on their court, shifting their glances between me and each other as they pondered the offer.

“Fuck it, I’m in.”

As Clyde gave that statement and took the few steps towards the couch, Kyle just watched, incredulous. “You can’t possibly be serious.”

“I’m taking what I can get here, dawg,” the brunet retorted, sitting down to my right and turning his whole body towards mine, resting his chin on my shoulder and wrapping his arms around my midsection. “She said we can stay, well, I’m staying. If you don’t wanna stick around, you can leave her to me, but you gotta put up or shut up. Right, mommy?”

Instead of responding, I kept quiet, eyes trained on Kyle, noting his demeanor. Small trembles twitched his body, almost imperceptible, like it wanted to take action but got held back by his own thoughts. He was considering the offer, that much was undeniable, otherwise he would have left already. But everything had happened so fast, and taking the plunge was an easy choice for the brunet who was already used to my affections, but Kyle needed… firmer encouragement.

My right hand finally moved towards Clyde’s head, running my fingers along his hair in a gentle caress. He purred and closed his eyes, pleased by the attention, but I was still focused on the man in front of us. It was a warning - we weren’t going to wait forever for the straggler to make a decision, and he’d have to watch what he was missing out on while someone else got my affection. This worked; with a final shiver, Kyle grunted and quickly came to take the seat to my left, laying his head on my other shoulder and encircling my body with his arms as well.

“So you’ve finally decided to come?” The brunet commented with a sarcastic smirk, opening just one eye as he heard the noise of the couch’s cushions dipping. “Good choice, man, good choice.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Kyle sent Clyde another ice-cold glare before nuzzling my neck in an attempt to ignore him altogether. My left arm wrapped around the redhead’s shoulder, bringing him closer, and I felt his sigh grazing my skin.

“Hey, fuck you!” Clyde shifted by my side to get a better look at Kyle, frowning at him even though he couldn’t see it. “You’re such an asshole!”

“Hey now, please,” I called out, using my hand on the brunet’s head to push it back down onto my shoulder, forcing him to rest again. “I don’t wanna see you two beautiful boys fighting.”

Instantly Clyde was pacified, his problem with Kyle’s behavior disappearing as if it’d never existed to begin with. “Mmm… You’re right, mommy.” His head moved even lower than where I’d positioned it, his hair now grazing the top of my right breast. “I gotta be doing something else right now anyway.”

Maybe his short attention span was at play in his speedy distraction, but I also knew well that my ‘assets’ did a pretty damn good job of persuading him. One of his hands found that breast right away, kneading at it while he let out the most sincere sigh of relief possible, making me giggle. The sound seemed to have drawn Kyle’s attention, as he grunted and shifted beside me, keeping his head on my shoulder and looking down at my body with a frown.

“Oh?” I giggled once more with this demeanor - he didn’t seem necessarily tense or pissed this time, moreso displeased with the difference in permissions. Clyde’s immediate action and my positive reaction probably had him questioning even more his own position in the situation, and that wouldn’t do. “Do you need something, my dear Kyle?”

“No… Nothing.” He mumbled, his fingers beginning to drum at my side uncomfortably.

I brought my own arm away from his shoulders and grabbed his wrist gently with my hand, to which his finger’s movements automatically ceased. “You can touch too, you know,” I told him with a hint of amusement as I brought his hand towards my left breast, taking my time with a slow movement, feeling the tingle of his fingertips on my skin. When his palm landed lightly over my nipple and my hand let go, I turned to place an encouraging kiss to the top of his head, his wild curls tickling my nose. “I want you to do it.”

A sharp intake from him before his grip tightened slightly, fingertips finally dipping the soft flesh. He took little time before getting close to the pressure and movement of Clyde’s fingers, but there was still a lack of synchronicity there which I didn’t mind at all; it was clear they had different approaches to their touch upon me, Clyde’s being more clumsy in its eagerness while Kyle was more calculated. Either way, both had me sighing contentedly, their warmth at my sides - bare chest to the left, soft cotton of a shirt to the right - adding to the heat that already built within me.

It was Clyde who first made an attempt at changing the dynamic, moving himself in small increments as if I wouldn’t realize it, to the point where he was about to straddle my thigh. Amused, I let him do it - only when his head dipped down and he tried bringing my nipple to his mouth did I halt him, pushing his head away with my right hand.

“Aw, c’mon!” He whined, trying to dodge my palm and get his face back near my breast, but being kept apart by my outstretched arm.

Meanwhile, at this, Kyle had started laughing. “Get fucked, idiot,” he snickered through it, moving his own head downwards, aiming for the same goal said ‘idiot’ had. I simply rolled my eyes and pushed him away as well, to a similar reaction. “Wh-what? What’s wrong?”

With both of them safely ‘contained’, it was my time to let go, rise to my feet and turn around to face them while they both were left on the couch next to each other, equal looks of bewilderment on their faces as they looked at me - Kyle’s eyes right on my face, Clyde’s admittedly set a bit lower. “You two are not being very good boys,” I declared, crossing my arms and staring back down at them.

“Of course I am! I’m a very good boy!” Clyde was the first one to contest, and a snort came from me as I tried to stay firm and not wholly laugh from the fact that he was practically talking to my tits. “He’s the one who’s being a brat!”

The other guy’s head snapped toward him, having caught through the edge of his vision when Clyde pointed at him with his thumb. “Shut up, dumbass!” Kyle shot back, before turning to me again. “(Y/N), I’m not being a brat! At all!”

My tongue clicked. “You’re both being bad. And I don’t wanna see two pretty boys like that fighting. So until you stop, no one’s getting anything.”

Talk about an instantaneous shift, at least on Kyle’s part. He swiftly placed both hands on his lap and straightened his position as if that would fully sort out the issue, swallowing hard while watching for my verdict. Clyde watched him do it, but it was only when he truly realized nothing was gonna happen unless he behaved - his delay probably being caused by a faint hope that I’d cave regardless - that he sat up straight too, stealing one last glance at the redhead beside him to make sure everything was up to par before going fully still as well.

Sure, it was a beautiful display of obedience, but I still hummed negatively. “That’s not enough,” I shook my head, making sure the subtle disappointment came through in the movement and words. “Mommy’s gonna need more than that.”

“Anything!” Clyde spoke up immediately, muscle memory making him raise his hands to the front of his body to try and grab at me  - before rational thought graced him and he held himself back rather stiffly, balling them into fists instead.

“Just… Just say the word, (Y/N).” There was more conviction in the way Kyle spoke, and the smallest connection formed in my brain that maybe he was doing this exactly to seem more well-behaved than Clyde, to maybe unconsciously gain more of my favor. “We’ll do whatever. Please.”

My hips swayed as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other slowly, giving myself an amount of time to think that wasn’t really necessary, but really kept them both on their toes. I wished I could’ve seen the anxious looks on their faces, but then they’d possibly be able to notice the mischief in mine as well, so I forced myself to look up at the ceiling.

“You two are being very mean to each other, you know,” I started out after several seconds of pretending to think, each of them agonizing to the men in front of me and clearly not being made any easier by how I chose to give the sentence a drawl. “Mommy needs you to get along if we’re all gonna be together like this.”

“I’m not being mean!” The brunet protested again, “I’m telling you, mommy, if we just ditch him-”

A sudden dull sound and a yelp made me turn my gaze down again. Kyle had given Clyde a slap to the back of the head, his hand halfway to returning to his lap by the time I looked. The volume of the sound made it obvious it hadn’t been enough to actually hurt, but still the victim of the aggression began rubbing the stricken area to soothe it, whining and mumbling while the attacker just frowned with his eyes closed.

“What are you, stupid?” He hissed in annoyance, obviously perceiving his action as a way of efficiently scolding Clyde so that he’d behave and they’d both be rewarded - and missing the mark completely, considering he’d just made things worse for himself without realizing. “We can’t be fighting right now!”

“Then why the fuck did you hit me?”

“Because the sooner you shut up, the quicker we sort this out!”

“No worries, I’ve already sorted this out.” My firm voice had Kyle’s eyes snapping open and both their breaths hitching - if I paid close enough attention, I could probably hear their hearts racing. “What is it? What is it?” Clyde moved forward on the couch, seated on the edge of it in anticipation. Kyle settled for just leaning towards me, his leg bouncing with unspent energy. Even if their eagerness made me want to take them both in my arms and never leave, letting them go with just a slap on the wrist meant they’d start to think they were allowed to just fight constantly in my presence - and I’d prefer if they competed for my attention in other manners. “I’ve got the perfect idea to make you two get along,” I started out, holding back on a smirk. “All of us are going to be pretty close.”

A deep grunt. “You’re not gonna make us hug it out, are you?” Kyle asked gruffly, rubbing his eyes with his palms, undoubtedly already expecting some bullshit.

I shook my head. “No.” The sighs of relief - from both of them, but more audibly out of the redhead - were profound, which made it all the more satisfying when I added, “I want you two to kiss.”

If their jaws could drop any lower, they’d reach the center of the Earth. Clyde’s eyes widened comically, and when Kyle dropped his hands from his face to show that he sported a similar expression, his fiery hair held a jarring contrast to his skin, which was now paler than the snow outside. As cruel as it was, it made me a little proud of myself.

They didn't dawdle before expressing their disagreement - regardless of if it was a joke, they didn’t want to let the subject fester for even a second. “Fuck no!” Kyle protested, “Are you crazy?”

I decided to not let his words get to me. He was already going to get enough punishment. Clyde, however, didn’t let it slide. “Don’t fucking call her that!” He shot back at the redhead, voice equal parts angry and worried - likely that the offense would make his own sentence worse, considering how desperate he was when he turned to me. “Please, (Y/N), this isn’t funny!”

“Punishment isn’t supposed to be,” I told them firmly, “If you two had been good boys, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“I was, though!” Clyde questioned, “He’s the one that’s still a jerk!”

“You provoked me!”

“Both of you were bad.” I looked between the two of them, to which they conveniently averted their gazes. “And that’s why you gotta kiss. Kisses make everything better.”

“Ugh, no way!” The brunet stuck his tongue out with a frown of disgust. “I’m not making out with him!”

“Wh-what? No one said anything about making out!” Kyle scooted farther away from Clyde, almost to the end of the couch, as if his rival would just lunge to shove that tongue down his throat at any moment. “I didn’t agree to that!”

His complaint made me actually chuckle. Classic lawyer move - preventing the stakes from being raised even higher than what he already found himself in. “No one has to make out,” I clarified with amusement, “Just one kiss is fine. But if you want to…”

“Fuck no!” Both of them spoke in unison - and when they realized that and looked at each other, there was a flick in both pairs of eyes: understanding. Both of them were in this together, and they shared the same dislike for the situation. Both were also aware that it had to be rectified, or no one would get any time with me; pulling a legitimate stop to the argument by doing what I wanted would render both of them my favor, while neither stood to gain from standing ground.

They hadn’t even kissed and I’d already gotten what I needed from it. My two pretty boys had ceased bickering.

“One kiss, right?” Kyle lifted one finger in his hand, looking at me fiercely, daring me to change the deal. “And then we get to chill?”

“I mean, it’s fine as long as we say No Homo, right?”

The conviction with what Clyde issued that statement, plus how he expectantly looked between me and Kyle like a puppy who just performed a trick correctly and wanted a treat, told us he seriously thought he was putting out the knowledge of the ages. 

Kyle didn’t seem to share the sentiment, blinking twice, stunned as if he had been the one struck across the head now. “Do I really have to do this?” His question held the heaviness that only comes with deep set exhaustion, which his eyes mirrored, looking up at me like praying for a coup de grâce.

A type of hope which he shouldn’t have had, and he knew it too, considering I was nearly doubled over with my arms wrapped around myself trying to hold back a fit of laughter that had my belly hurting. “It’s… Ah… It’s just a kiss, Kyle,” I said after finally managing to heave air back into my lungs, wiping small tears from the corner of my eyes while straightening up. “Come on, do it for mommy already.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard upon hearing those last few words, and that was likely what brought life into his heart enough for him to continue. And neither me or Clyde had time to prepare for how it went down; without even waiting enough to build up courage - maybe in fear that looking at the other guy too much would make either back out completely -, Kyle turned to him and smashed his lips against the brunet’s, his eyes damn near glued shut. Clyde, the poor unaware thing, took the brunt of seeing Kyle’s face up close and personal when he dove in like that, eyes nearly popping out of his skull. 

Just like it came, it left - when I brought my hands to cover my mouth with a squeal of surprise, Kyle was already pulling back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand viciously. Clyde, also, just about gave himself whiplash when his brain formed enough connections through the shock to tell him to do the same, pulling up the fabric of his shirt to clean his lips while looking towards the redhead with a mixture of anger and panic. “You didn’t say no homo! I wasn’t ready!”

There wasn’t even any time for that ‘debate’ to develop - Kyle already had gotten on his feet and was on to me at lightning speed. “We’re good now, right, (Y/N)? I did what you wanted!” It didn’t feel like I had much of a choice to say ‘no’, even if I wanted to. Not with him grabbing onto my forearm and holding onto it for dear life as he did. Then Clyde made the move as well, reflecting that hold on my other arm, and the feeling became knowledge. “Yes, you both did very well for me there.” I smiled sweetly, making both men visibly relax - Kyle threw his head back with a muttered Thank fuck while Clyde’s shoulders slumped forward and he sighed like all his prayers had finally been answered. “Let mommy get cozy with you now.”

Nothing else needed said. They both pulled my arms with such strength I lost my footing and stumbled the few steps to the couch, without either of them paying attention to my clumsy way of sitting down as they got back into their earlier spots at my sides and clung onto me like magnets. Desperation combined with the fact that they probably were pissed at me for making them kiss each other meant they didn’t waste any more time on teasing: Clyde’s mouth was on my breast immediately, sucking on my right nipple like it’d be his last meal - which was a little abnormal, he usually liked to linger on them as much as possible, but absence made his dick grow fonder. Kyle, with my left breast in his hand and his mouth already lowered to it, watched his actions fairly begrudgingly for a moment to ensure he could act that way, like a wild animal who had no role model as a cub and needed to learn how to do basic tasks from somewhere else. A fast learner he was, though, and after a couple seconds he found his rhythm too - not quite as wild as what Clyde had going on, but definitely intense.

I’d never gone through anything like it before. There was no other option but to lean back on the couch and let them take over my senses, as my bones seemed to turn into mush not long after they began suckling. It felt too fucking good - rather than noticing dissonance between the ways they both loved on my breasts, all I knew was that both my needy boys were passionate about my body and were giving me so much pleasure in their pursuit of showing that passion to me. No competition, no decision-making, only satisfaction for me and for them.

Instinct was what took my hands to the backs of their heads, petting them lazily. I couldn’t let myself just be useless too much; reassurance of their ideal behavior was key if I didn’t want them to get distracted and start fighting each other again, especially considering Kyle was still longing a little for the control he’d normally have. “That’s it, baby, that’s it…” I purred, praising neither in particular - it was better if they ignored each other’s presence for a while. “So good to mommy…”

Whatever more praise I had for them got caught in my throat, replaced by a loud moan as Clyde sucked even harder, spurred on by my approval. Knowing him, he hadn’t even realized he was doing it; all he knew was that something he did made me happy, and thus he’d choose death over stopping it. Kyle himself moaned against my other breast, the sound rippling as vibrations through my skin. They used my tits like their life depended on it, and if they’d been questioned, would probably say that it did.

How did I know that? Because it showed in their bodies, too. Clyde, rarely ashamed of his own desires, had thrown his leg right over my thighs, with slow circular movements of his hips that pressed his crotch against my own leg. Kyle, not that bold yet but just as horny, let his palm roam over any inch of me it could reach, tracing my throat and collarbone with his index and moving lower to my belly without stopping for a single second. Both seeked my warmth in their own ways, and that I had plenty to give, with how hot I was getting all over.

“See… See what you can do to mommy?” I leaned in, pressing one kiss to the top of Kyle’s head, then turning my face to do the same to Clyde - somewhat expecting a complaint about ‘preference’, and being glad that it never came, as they were both too fixated on what they were doing to be aware of each other. “You’re making mommy feel so good…”

Once more, Kyle was the one acting first; with a ‘pop’, he released my breast, looking up at me. “I can make you feel even better!” He breathed heavily through spit-coated lips, his hand drifting toward my stomach. “Please let me, (Y/N)...”

 Weird as it may seem, a part of me wanted to refuse the request - to keep this comfortable setting for just a while longer, letting them soothe themselves until we were all truly incapable of going another moment without release, so the permission would feel like an even bigger reward. But the way he brought the persuasion forward, desperate to satisfy me, made me unwilling to do anything that wasn’t compliant with what he requested. Well, that, added to the fact that Clyde had heard his voice and also released my breast in expectation of more, and he was particularly hard to get back onto the tracks once distracted.

So I decided to let them cut to the chase, humming in agreement and allowing their fingers to drift to the waistband of my pants, Kyle making work of the buttons while Clyde pulled down the zipper, their mouths attacking both sides of my neck with kisses and licks while they made a conjoined effort of ridding me of the remainder of my clothing. This efficiency had me hopeful for further developments, but as they let go of me to take off their own clothes, the smooth sailing didn’t last.

“So how are we doing this?” Kyle inquired while kicking off his shoes and pulling down his jeans, eyes switching between me and Clyde, like he thought we were more enlightened in the ways of threesomes than he was and could give useful guidance.

“I get pussy, you get mouth,” Clyde was quick to answer, his voice slightly muffled by the shirt he was pulling up. “It’s not rocket science.”

I was going to point out that I had opinions for this conversation, too, but the seemingly ‘wrong’ answer had Kyle intervening first, his own pants left to the side on the couch. “Who decided this? Why don’t you get mouth?”

“Because I’m the best, okay?” Now shirtless, Clyde moved quickly to put a hand over my thigh, leaning over my lap to argue with the other guy. “Mouth is good too, man! Don’t mess this up!”

“Then you get it! I’m getting pussy!” Another firm hand on my other thigh, though Kyle was more careful not to put much of his weight on that arm when mirroring the brunet’s stance. “You’re not even supposed to be here!”

“But I’m the one she was with first!”

“Not today you weren’t!”

Clyde took a deep breath and leaned back. “Look, dude, the way I see it, there’s only one way to go about it,” he said with unusual seriousness.

Kyle tilted his head in confusion, but didn’t move an inch away from me, still guarding the resource that was my thigh. “What?”

“Rock-Paper-Scissors.” The brunet then balled his hand into a fist and brought it forth, placing his other palm underneath it. “Best of three, winner gets pussy.”

For a moment, Kyle just stared, and I figured he was pondering the best way to tell the other guy that was the stupidest idea he ever heard without getting either of them in another punishment scenario. But then he nodded curtly, putting his own fist in front of himself.

That’s when I knew I had to step up. The rights to my cunt would not be granted via rock-paper-scissors. “Clyde,” I called out, “Come here, please.”

This caught his attention immediately, and I beckoned him further by patting my own thigh, prompting him to move down, kneel on the carpet and place his chin on top of the soft skin, looking at me hopefully. Like a dog. A well-trained one at that.

“Do you remember why you’re here?” At my question, he nodded, and I hummed in acknowledgement. “Then can you tell mommy?”

Clyde’s memory, on a scale, was closer to a goldfish’s than it was to an elephant’s, but his brief stuttering and blushing before he answered proved that the delay in his answer wasn’t because he had forgotten about it. “Because I saw Kyle’s car in the driveway and… And I got mad,” he told me, taking his chin away from my thigh only so that he could rest his forehead on it, turning to the ground in shame.

Ignoring Kyle’s quiet grumble, I nodded this time. “And don’t you think mommy’s been kind enough by letting you stay?”

“Yeah… Thanks, mommy.” He brought his hands to my thigh, resting his palms to either side of his head on them.

“You’re welcome, darling. But, since mommy’s being so kind, you have to be kind to her too, you know?” My own hand found his hair, giving it a gentle tug to force him to look up at me again, which he did with ease. “You weren’t invited, so you have to play nice.”

His gaze shifted around, like he was itching to say something on that note, but decided not to and focused on me again. He knew I had the power to send him away and wasn’t taking chances. “I will.”

“Good boy.” I ruffled the hair under my palm playfully. “So, this time, you gotta let Kyle have mommy’s pussy, got it? Don’t you think he deserves to know what it’s like?”

Another pause that seemed a lot like he didn’t really share my view, but he yielded with a huff. “Okay.” Not waiting for my permission, he stood up, turning to an impatient Kyle who’d been listening to our whole conversation with a quietude very much unlike him. “You heard mommy. You win.”

“Fucking finally,” Kyle huffed in celebration, already stretching out his arms towards me, and I didn’t even bother to scold him for the misdemeanor as I made my way to straddle his lap. After all, his reaction was my own, at least to the knowledge that the crisis had been averted.

“Yeah, yeah,” the brunet made a dismissive motion with his non-dominant hand, the other one undoing his belt. “But you better do her right or I’m stepping in.”

Kyle could’ve gotten himself dizzy with the way he rolled his eyes, but a simple circular motion of my hips distracted him from starting another argument. “Whatever, man,” he said after a grunt of pleasure, turning his head in the opposite direction when he heard the sound of Clyde’s pants falling toward the carpet and closing his eyes shut, preventing even the slightest glimpse. That reaction proved correct, as the brunet had also dropped his underwear, his length standing at attention a mere few inches from my face. 

The man by my side sighed when one of my hands wrapped around the base of his cock, his hips giving an involuntary twitch that seeked to increase contact, which I provided with extremely slow pumps of my fist around the shaft. “Thank… Thank you, mommy,” he muttered ever so quietly, smiling with joy as he also closed his eyes, though in a much less forceful way than Kyle. The redhead grunted again, his usually gentle hands finding my hips with a rather possessive hold, reminding me that he, too, was part of this equation - an unnecessary reminder, as my other hand began palming the tent in his boxers, making any other complaint die on his tongue.

“Calm down, baby, calm down,” I cooed to Kyle as my hand continued its gentle press, with the couch making noises under us as the man shifted his hips, the sensation getting to him and bringing forth both a search for more of it and an unspoken complaint that it wasn’t enough. “You want mommy to take it off for you?”

“Yes… Yes,” he responded, chest rising and falling with deep breaths that strained with the effort of not quickening, not wanting to appear too desperate. “(Y/N)...”

My hand moved from his crotch to place a finger over his lips, which pressed into a line upon contact. The other hand’s movement also stopped, breaking Clyde’s sequence of small whimpers in favor of further silence, even if it did make the brunet groan loudly at the loss of sensation.

“My dear…. You keep calling me by my name,” Purposefully, I let through my tone a hint of sadness. “Wouldn’t you like… something else?”

His lips pressed impossibly tighter in themselves, as if trying to physically hold back his words, before he let go of that with a harsh exhale through his mouth. “I-It’s fine. I’m good.”

My time to whine, a small sound that made both men gasp and Clyde’s cock twitch in my hand. “I don’t think that’s right,” I pressed, “Mommy really doesn’t like that.”

Both of us knew where I was going with that, but it didn’t mean Kyle would follow with ease. “I’m sorry… Uh… Ma’am.”

Tut-tut. “You can call me mommy, darling. I need to hear both of you say it.”

A hard swallow from Kyle. By my side, Clyde was hardly breathing, conscious of how meaningful what he was witnessing was. “I… I don’t know if I can.” The redhead muttered.

“Hmm… Why not?”

My index drifted down to his chin, then along the front of his neck, and his next sentence came out shaky. “It’s… Different.” It should’ve taken longer for him to admit it, but the vulnerability involved in all actions from the three of us made him unusually compliant. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Just do it, dude!” The brunet suddenly yelled, and I briefly turned my head to see him staring at Kyle; it was with pride that I verified that the intensity in his gaze went further than just the hurry he was in to get off. There was legitimate worry there about Kyle, a need to see him succeed. “I’m telling you, it’s gonna feel fucking great. I know it sounds weird, but I promise you, it’s the best decision you’ll ever fucking make.”

Apparently, the testimony of the most experienced submissive was more helpful than any further insistence of mine. Kyle’s eyes snapped open, meeting mine. The olive color of his irises was practically gone, replaced by a sort of darkness that spoke of this desire he had unknowingly repressed. Clyde might’ve broken the sentimentality of the moment, but in doing so, caused my other partner to be able to place trust in me - in both of us. 

“Alright… Alright.” The redhead took a deep breath. “Mommy…”

That final barrier of his psyche was down, and I wanted him even more for it. Our mouths clashed together heatedly, with a delighted “YES!” from Clyde serving as congratulatory noise. Kyle surrendered to my touch, melting into me while I lifted my hips to bring down his underwear with one hand, the slight awkwardness of my movements going unnoticed over the ecstasy we were feeling.

Ecstasy that came with impatience. As soon as Kyle’s cock had sprung free, he was trying to pull me down onto it, and a surprising amount of strength was required of my thighs to keep me from lowering back to his lap. “Shh… Quit the desperation, dear, Let mommy do this.” I broke the kiss to whisper against his lips, the hand I had on Clyde’s cock resuming its back-and-forth movement around it in both gratitude for him being so patient and an apology for such patience being even necessary. But again the brunet proved obedient, no complaints in the shaky sigh he emitted as pleasure was once more his one concern.

“Ngh… Sorry, mommy.” His grip loosened as he forced himself to let go, but my attention was on the way that word had rolled off his tongue - fluid and stress-free, more real than my actual first name. No trace of the earlier struggle.

The natural course of my gaze was to drift to Kyle’s cock, take in what I’d been so composedly waiting for, and that it did. One might think this would lead to comparisons, putting into perspective who between him and Clyde was bigger, who fit better inside me, etcetera. But, as I positioned his rock-hard member perfectly under me and began to sink, this was not the case at all; the only thing that fuelled my mind was appreciation for the both of them, thoughts of all the things these perfect - yes, both of them! Perfect, albeit different - men could do to me, and desire to take them in every way we needed. 

“You two are so beautiful, you know that?” I told them gently, turning my face in Clyde’s direction while slowly taking Kyle inside me. The brunet already seemed too distracted by my hand to speak, his own resting lightly on my shoulder while he kept his eyes closed to let himself just feel, but the loud whimper he let out meant at least some part of my praise had been acknowledged. The redhead echoed a similar sound when my hips were flush against his again, this time with his cock filling me up completely. He felt as wonderful as I figured he would; as wonderful as he’d always treated me, as wonderful as he was when he showed me his true colors.

Noticing the wet sound of my cunt dragging up Kyle’s shaft as I began to move and the man’s gasp of relief, Clyde became more insistent, the previously unconscious small thrusts his hips gave towards my hand turning deliberate. I got the hint right away, and threw him a bone by not commenting on the impertinence of those actions, simply opening my mouth and releasing my grip to let him thrust into it freely. The opportunity was taken right away, his hands moving to grab at my hair and holding it steadily when I circled one arm around his waist to steady myself, sucking him off at the same pace I had on my hips with Kyle.

Getting into a groove between the three of us was as easy as instinct, and I was in heaven. It was nearly impossible for me to tell where they ended and I began; for all I knew, the three of us were one, souls merged and tied together by strings of bliss. Their moans resounded as if they were my own, and though I couldn’t even begin to know the pleasure my darlings were feeling at being allowed to take my body and love on it to completion, what they were giving me in return was more than enough.

They were both ideal in their own ways. Kyle had clearly heeded my other partner’s advice and was letting go, to the point where I could almost sense his stress leaving his body in waves with each time he lifted his hips off of the couch to meet my downwards movements - making me moan around Clyde’s shaft when the redhead’s tip hit the deepest parts of me, increasing the pleasure on the brunet’s end in response. My breasts would bounce freely, but they didn’t stay that way for long; both men soon had laid claim to one each with their hands, like magnets, grabbing and kneading and holding as they followed the motions with their eyes.

Of course, with the growing understanding of Kyle’s body and the delightful reminder of Clyde’s on mine, we’d only get greedier. The latter was the first to fully lose himself, his previously secure hold on my hair shifting into leverage as he pulled my head faster towards his cock, driving himself as deep as he could without outright choking me - mindful of my limits after countless past scoldings about going too far with those exact same actions. But as much as I had given him shit for that, time after time I’d cave and let him have his way with my face, if only to hear his grateful whimpers spilling out of his lips.

“Fuck, mommy… I missed your mouth… So fucking bad…” His voice was tight with pleasure and something else, a hint of sentimentality that coming from Clyde never felt misplaced. He meant his words. Yet, all I could do to show praise was to hum when his cockhead hit my throat, hearing him wail in his delight.

“Clyde… Dude… Don’t make me think about that right now,” Kyle told him with an equally tight grunt, his free hand keeping purchase on my hip as I rode him. Tiny strands of red hair were glued to his forehead with sweat from the effort of quickly moving his hips as he was. “I’m so close already…”

They weren’t even trying to not acknowledge each other’s presence anymore; they couldn’t. The redhead was mighty open about his situation, about the way his cock throbbed inside me in anticipation of release, seeing Clyde as a fellow instead of a competitor. And said fellow was just openly watching through hooded eyes, focused on the spot where Kyle and I met, trying to maintain the same type of rhythm with his hips.

“Dude… You can’t,” the brunet tried to warn, but didn’t seem to be doing so well himself in the ‘holding back’ department, “You gotta make mommy cum first…”

“I-I know! Fuck, I know!” Kyle’s breathing became even more laboured as he fucked up into me with all strength he could muster, the duty to make me finish filling the space his dissipated stress had left behind. The increased ferocity had me crying out around Clyde’s dick, disregarding the movements of my own hips as I just let Kyle take control of my pleasure.

Those sounds from deep in my soul were too much for Clyde to bear. “FUCK!” He yelled, and it was only a couple more bucks of his hips against my face before he buried himself nearly to the hilt and held, the salty taste of his cum barely felt as he let it all out in my throat. He swayed and nearly fell when letting go of my body and taking a step back to pull his cock out of my mouth, a trail of spit breaking and adding to the mess on my chin as he did.

Still heaving some air back into my lungs now that my mouth was free, I reached out to him absently, but he was already too distant, trying to calm himself down, holding onto the armrest of the couch. “You… Ngh… You did so well, dear,” my murmur was broken by moans as Kyle continued to thrust into the best parts of me relentlessly, “You two are very good boys…”

My reverence reached Kyle, too, and it seemed to make him forget the memo from the other submissive. The redhead roared and his curls bounced as he threw his head back against the couch, pulling me down onto his lap brutally. The twitches of his cock as it filled me up with thick jets of cum were almost massaging, in a way, yet there was little time to feel them as Kyle brought his hand to my clit, rubbing circles on it with precision that belied the shocks that wrecked his lean body.

How could I be mad about them coming before me after that, especially when it was my duty to take care of my darlings?

I couldn’t be mad about anything, really. My muscles locked in themselves with excitement before letting go all at once, arousal reaching a breaking point as my climax finally materialized. The heat that had built in my body shifted around it in ripples of pleasure, concentrating in my lower abdomen and making my cunt clench around Kyle’s spent dick. My final moan of desire was desperate, high-pitched and shaky, nothing like the decided and self-assured tone I’d used with my boys earlier - they’d made me theirs, finding the purest form of claim on my soul by surrendering their own to me.

“Shit… Mommy, I’m sorry… You okay?” Kyle wrapped his arms around me, pulling my chest into his as I became boneless on his lap. “I couldn’t help it…”

“It’s alright, dear,” my voice was barely audible over my heavy breathing, so I added to the response by placing a kiss to his collarbone, making him shudder. “Don’t worry.”

The seat next to us dipped as Clyde threw his weight on it, placing one hand on my back and moving it up and down soothingly. “Next time I’ll do it,” he commented, and even though my eyes were closed I could still hear his subtle smirk. “Let Kyle learn a bit.”

Kyle chuckled roughly. “Dream on.”

With our bodies exhausted and mind too blank for thoughts, I just wanted to stay close to my boys and leave all the more ‘bureaucratic’ aspects of our flourishing situation - such as actually addressing it - for later, but we quickly found the couch lacked enough space for three grown adults to comfortably lie in. The double bed was barely any better considering there were three of us, but we made it work, with me on my back in the middle while they snuggled close on either side, legs slightly bent and thrown over mine. Thankfully, both of them also proved disinterested in having any meaningful conversation, their peaceful breaths being the only thing I heard for a few minutes until Clyde broke the silence.

“Mmm… Kyle, I gotta say,” Clyde murmured sluggishly while his fingertips traced patterns on my stomach. “I didn’t know you had that in you. It’s beautiful to witness.”

“Ugh… Shut up.” Kyle grumbled, equally lazy despite the sharp edge. “I saw your dick today. Leave me alone.”

“Fuck off, then. Christ, you’re annoying.” The brunet shook his head, annoyed, before bringing his hand to my hip and tugging as if to pull me closer. “Mommy…”

A yawn came off from me before I could answer, feeling too comfortable to stay awake. “What is it, honey?”

“I wanna spoon,” he tugged at me again, and now it was clearer that he was trying instead to make me turn around so I’d hug him from behind. “Want you to hold me close…”

I was about to shift position and turn my back to Kyle before the redhead pushed me back onto the mattress with one hand, making both me and Clyde frown. “I wanna be the little spoon,” he stated, “I made her cum. It’s fair.”

“No, it’s not! You came before her!” The volume of Clyde’s voice increased, and I shut my eyes tight with a frown at the sudden loud noise next to me.

In response, Kyle also began to get heated. “You’re one to talk! You came before all of us!”

“Well, I was on my feet the whole time!”

“That just proves you didn’t do shit!”

“Rock-Paper-Scissors then! And stop being an ass!”

This time, I didn’t intervene. It’d only be wasting an energy that I didn’t have. Besides, something in my heart told me this would be the main method of decision-making around me from then on.

Day 1: Somnophilia (Style)

Day 2: Monster Fucker (Kyle x tentacle monster)

Day 3: Favorite Toys (Twyle)

Day 4: Roleplay (Style)

Day 5: Oral Sex (Stylenny)

Day 6: Free Day! (Kysterion/K2)