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“Andrew, honey,” you’d asked softly, walking him to his terminal. “what’s wrong? Tell me what’s going on. I don’t want to send you off to Argentina all upset.”

Andrew’s jaw twitched, and he put off answering your question until he was about to get on the plane. While you were walking away, he called out your name, like a sirens voice pulling you back in as you automatically turned back towards him.

“I can’t do this,” he’d mumbled, jaw tight, fingers twitching. “Can’t leave you again. Christ, I just…” He huffed out a breath before looking at you, his eyes reflecting a determination you’d never quite seen in him this strongly before.

“Marry me,” he asked quietly.

You choked on air. “What?”

“You heard me. Marry me,” he repeated.

“Andrew, you’re about to go away for like, six months, how could I possibly deal with an engagement right now?!” you’d sputtered.

Andrew let out a noise almost like a whine and looked with panic between the moving line and your face, creased with lines of surprise and confusion. “We don’t have to announce it, we don’t need to let the world know, it can just be… Me and you. Agreeing, let’s get married. When I come home, I’ll have a— a ring for you, whatever you want, you can have a party to celebrate, whatever! But right now, just please, please say yes. I couldn’t imagine going away from you again, knowing that I’m not coming back to something permanent. Not that you aren’t, I love you, but I need an anchor—“

You cut him off quickly with a hard kiss on the lips, clutching his face in your hands, and it said everything you couldn’t quite form on your own.

No need to ramble, no need to explain. I love you. I love us, what we have. Yes. Yes. In a million lives, yes, obviously, yes.

You pulled away and cleared your throat, flushed. “Okay. Okay, yeah, we can be engaged verbally or whatever,” you whispered, a tentatively happy smile forming on your face.

Andrew smiled back and sagged for a moment with relief, nodding. “Thank you, God,” he breathed out, then pressed another kiss to your temple before calling out I love you as he rushed to his gate.

So, now he was back, and you two were engaged, and he was very desperate for you. Because of course he was. He had practically begged you to marry him… And then immediately left.

But he was here with you now, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind as you made yourself a cup of tea after waking up sinfully late (in your eyes, anyway), at 10am.

“Baby…” he grunted into your ear, a semi-hard on already pressing into your lower back.

You couldn’t help but giggle. He’d been ridiculously horny since coming home and you couldn’t blame him. Nor were you going to complain.

“Yes?” you cooed back, teasing.

Andrew groaned with frustration and his head dropped down to the side of your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there. “Need you,” he mumbled.

“Now, I wonder what needing a whole person could possibly entail…”

Andrew huffed and suddenly, you were picked up, carried bridal style to his (your? The living situation was still slightly unclear.) bedroom.

You squealed and wrapped your hands over the nape of his neck, your fingers interlaced atop his skin. “Andy!”

“Baby!” he replied, grinning down at you, then dropping you down onto the plush fabric covering the mattress.

You laughed at him as he climbed on top of you, kissing you with fervor already, his hand moving up your shirt as if your bare skin was the metal that attracted the magnet of his touch.

You flipped the two of you over, still smiling, giggling, and kissed him back. In between kisses, you reached down to the waistband of his track pants and skimmed your fingers just under the elastic, then pulled away.

You did this once, twice, three times, four, getting slightly lower every time.

Eventually, Andrew decided he couldn’t take it anymore, so he flipped the two of you back over and grabbed your wrists, holding them flat over your head against the mattress. “Christ, you’re teasing me like a fucking… I don’t even know, but it’s gotta stop, baby, please,” he pleaded, face already flushed.

You smirked up at him and bit your lip for a moment before replying. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” you challenged.

Andrew’s gaze darkened and he scoffed, leaning down to press kisses to your neck again. In between sucking and nipping, he pulled away to murmur in your ear. “I’ll have to do something, you’re right… Maybe I’ll make you wait. Or I’ll make you come so much you’ll forget your own name. Same coin, two sides.”

A shiver ripped down your spine and you sucked in a breath through your teeth. “Oh?” you challenged. "And what gives you the right to punish me, huh?"

He laughed a little and rolled his eyes, propping himself up above you after releasing his hold on your wrists. “Maybe the fact that you're acting like a child. Bratty kids usually get reprimanded,” he said slowly, the phrase almost a threat.

Your heart thrummed and you grinned up at him. "Oh, yeah? What, does that make you my daddy?"

You'd been joking when you said it, mostly, but his face flushed in a way that told you that you'd discovered something that he'd yet to bring up.

Andrew stuttered and glanced away for a moment, and you could swear you saw his boner get bigger in real time, stupidly fast. "I-- Well, y'know, I didn't say that..." he muttered, and you burst out laughing.

Excitedly, cautiously, you asked, "Oh my gosh, Andy, do you have a daddy kink?"

He grimaced and sighed. "I think it sounds gross sometimes, so I haven't ever brought it up, but..." he trailed off and looked at you with guilt.

You frowned slightly and shook your head immediately. "No! Nothing gross about it! Honestly, I hadn't ever thought much about it before, but if you're into it, I'm down to try anything once."

Andrew perked up quickly at this and raised his brows, a devilish smile slowly spreading across his face. "Yeah? You wanna try, sweetheart?" he drawled.

You giggled a little and nodded, your own grin taking over your face. "Oh, yes I do, daddy."

Andrew huffed and leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate, deep kiss. It was like he was simultaneously establishing the new sense of control and thanking you for allowing him to explore this with you, all in one long press of his lips against your own.

With rapid speed, he was ripping off your pants and pajama shirt, leaving you at the mercy of the brisk air in nothing but the panties you'd worn to bed the previous night.

It would have made you a little huffy if he didn't proceed to tear his own clothing off afterwards, then kneel above you with one knee on either side of your hips, and look over you with what could only be described as pure hunger.

"Fuck, lovey, you are gorgeous..." Andrew breathed, his hands moving up your sides until his thumbs became level with your nipples. His thumbs ran over your pebbled nipples, and you couldn't help but sigh out.

"Yeah? Thank you very much," you breathed out, reveling in the warmth of his hands.

He pinched your nipples hard, suddenly, causing you to yelp out. "Anything else you gotta add to the end of that sentence, sweetheart?" The question was less of a question and more of a second chance to fix the mistake you had made.

"Shit! Um, thank you... Thank you, daddy," you corrected.

Andrew nodded and breathed out happily, leaning over you to give you a peck on the cheek. "Good girl. You're welcome," he muttered in your ear.

He started kissing you again, slowly, passionately, his lips slowly starting to work down your body.

You wrapped your arms around him as he moved his lips downwards, eventually stopping to take one of your nipples into his mouth and suck playfully on it, leaving it bright red and hardened when he pulled away. You whined and pouted at him, drawing a quiet laugh as he nuzzled in between your thighs.

“That’s just cruel.”

“Oh, shush,” he replied, his voice lilting. “There’ll be a million more opportunities for that later. Be good.”

You huffed again but couldn’t help but smile and allow him to continue his nuzzling, and his large hands came up to gently spread your thighs apart.

Andrew moved his body so that he was laying stomach down in between your legs, and he looked up at you from his position. “May I?” he asked quietly, although he was sure he knew your answer.

You nodded quickly and blushed a little, your smile only growing and your hands moving to thread through his hair. “Please,” you replied.

Andrew tutted and his own little smirk grew on his face. “Anything else you need to add onto that, baby?” he asked, the expectant tone from earlier coming back into his voice.

You sighed and laughed a little bit before replying, “Please, daddy. Happy?”

Andrew nodded quickly.

“Oh, very much,” he replied, before diving into you with his mouth, his lips already working to cup your clit and suck softly on it, a hand moving in between your legs. His fingers ran up and down your folds for a few moments, causing him to groan out.

“Jesus, you’re so goddamn good… Barely started and you’re already soaking…” he breathed out, before slipping two lithe fingers into you and gently curving them up.

Your back arched a little, gasping and moaning. He knew your body absurdly well to start with. Exactly what made you come the fastest, hardest, longest. What made you scream out his name or bite down on his shoulder or shake around him. However, today, it seemed, he was on a mission to use that knowledge as much and as well as he possibly could.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathed out, your head pressing into the plush covers beneath you.

Andrew only heard that and worked harder, wanting to hear you scream, but he also wanted to hear you call him what he loved the most. “You like that, princess?” he asked gruffly.

You bit your lip for a few moments as he ran the flat part of his tongue over you, the slightly rough texture driving you insane. “Yes, daddy, fuck yes…”

He let out a noise that you felt sounded strangely like a growl in between your legs, and then continued his ministrations, his fingers curling up against you again and then straightening out, over and over. His lips continued to work over your clit, driving you insane, it seemed.

You continued squirming and moaning out beneath him, breaths escaping you in shakes or whines. For over fifteen minutes this ecstasy went on, his lips and fingers working against you rhythmically, until you were practically begging him don’t stop.

Alas, as you should’ve well known, that was the most incorrect thing to say.

Andrew pulled his hands and his lips away from you and shook his head, a shit eating grin on his long-ish face. “I think I must stop, then,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You were being so petulant earlier, why would I let you come yet?”

You huffed and almost screamed with frustration. “But… No, please, daddy, please…”

Andrew moved to loom over you, his lips next to your ear, and he spoke in a low tone, “No. You teased me earlier. If you want to come, you’ll be good for me now, and you’ll show me how you do it yourself.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you stuttered for a moment, looking at him with a brightly flushed face. “I… But I like it so much better when you do it,” you huffed out.

He shrugged and moved again to kneel lower on the bed, looking over you with his arms crossed. “So? Show me, huh? I want to see what my girl does when I’m away.”

Your cheeks burned, but the idea excited you, somehow. So you clambered over to your nightstand and pulled a vibrator wand out of the drawer. Bright pink and radiating with not only its neon color, but the sin that hung in the air.

You laid back and turned it on, the buzzing noise reflecting the feeling in your head at the moment. Slowly, you ran it over your own body, sucking in a breath through your teeth when it brushed over your nipples, already sensitive from Andrew’s touch.

Down your stomach, over your hip bone, and you pressed it firmly against your clit next. Andrew often preferred to take things more gently, more slowly. But he’d asked to see what you did when he wasn’t around, and this was it.

It was fast and intense and left your back arching and moans exploding from your lips in bursts before it all ended in a snap. You glanced up at him as you held back a whimper, already getting closer and closer to your release, and he looked at you smugly.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “That’s what I wanted to see. You’re so well behaved for your daddy.”

This only brought you closer to an explosive release, and so, he leaned over you and kissed you hard, bringing your free hand up to wrap around his cock.

It was beyond anything you’d experienced, and it made your heart thrum as he jerked his cock through the grasp of your hand.

You gasped into his mouth, and the way your lips spread slightly gave Andrew the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, connecting the two of you.

The soft skin of his cock slid over your finger tips, back and forth, and his lips and tongue worked with yours, and the vibrator was sending sensations through your whole body. It was a plethora of feelings, all because of Andrew, and you couldn’t take it.

Explosively, you came, your back arching, your grip inadvertently tightening around his cock, and suddenly the phrase ‘seeing stars’ made a lot more sense than it ever had before. Your body thrummed with the pleasure of the orgasm, the pleasure crashing over your body like waves against a cliff shore, yet settling over you in a haze of fog.

Andrew grunted into your mouth, and pulled away, placing hard kisses against your neck as his cum spurted over your lower stomach.

And somehow, it was all over just like that. He pushed himself off of you and gently took the hot pink vibrator away and turned it off, and smiled down at you softly.

“Darling, you are fucking… Is delightful an insulting way to describe you?”

You raised a brow and laughed slightly. “I don’t take being described as delightful as an insult, no. For the record, if I’m delightful, then you’re scrumptious.”

Andrew snickered and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “This is why I love you,” he murmured, and proceeded to go get supplies for after care.

Don't Want You Like a Best Friend

Me and Andrew are close. We’ve always been close, how could we not have been? He was the boy next door, we waited at the same bus stop each morning before school, grew up attached at the hip. 

Close is a gross understatement on my part, he’s basically my best friend. But right now, best friend may even be an understatement, or even the wrong word entirely.

He’s on Christmas break from Trinity right now, so naturally, when I found out Andy had come home, I rolled up a couple joints and bought a 6-pack from the corner store.

Andrew, of course, was more than happy to receive me. He’d greeted me with a happy gasp of surprise, a “long time no see”, and a hug at around 6pm after dinner. We lit up one of the joints in his childhood bedroom, had two or three drinks each, leading me to my current situation.

The one that makes me think maybe even best friend isn’t an apt description. 

The situation being the fact that both our shirts are off, he’s laying on top of me on his bed kissing me harshly, and his hand is down my sweatpants, working my clit lightly.

Andrew who is, despite the fact we grew up together, completely oblivious of the fact I am a virgin. He’s a guy, and I just never felt it was the right thing to talk about my sex life (or lack thereof) with my only male friend growing up. Nevertheless, his hand found its way down my pants, and I enthusiastically allowed it. 

I moan out against his lips, his hips lazily rolling down against mine, a groan escaping him.

Andrew pulls away and presses his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. “You’re pretty. Fuck, not pretty,” he mumbles, looking down my body from above me. “Not the… Not a good word. You’re radiant. You’re… breathtaking. I should’ve said something years ago. Should’ve done something years ago. You’ve been gorgeous this whole time.” 

I laugh weakly just before he presses a little harder against my clit, sending sparks through my body.

We’ve been friends for so long. 14 years. It’s fitting that he’s the one who’s presumably going to take my virginity, but what I can’t seem to figure out is if he’s lost his own yet. He must’ve, right? His movements seem so natural and practiced, but the curiosity finds its way back to my head as pleasure ripples through me.

I gasp and bite my bottom lip for just a moment, my eyes fluttering shut then snapping back open. I look up at him and he looks so goddamn pleased with himself, a look I’ve seen many times.

“Andrew,” I breathe out, hearing the strained nature of my own voice immediately. “Have you… Fuck, this ‘s so embarrassing to ask, have you had sex?” I whisper, a redness creeping up my neck.

He laughs a little, the sound warm and familiar, and pulls his hand out of my pants. Both of his hands come to rest at either side of my head, and he presses himself up, hovering above me. His hair falls forward around his head like a canopy of vines or the branch of a tree, and I can’t help but admire it a little. 

“Yeah, ‘course I have. College is rife with, ehm, lovely ladies, and they seem to be a little… endeared by me? For reasons I can’t name, honestly, I don’t think I’d go after me if I was them…” he trails off and shrugs, and I groan and put my hands over my face.

When I pull them away, he’s giving me a confused look, his brows knitted together and his head tilted. “What, did I say something…?” he asks quietly, genuinely concerned.

I sigh and shake my head quickly. “Um, no, I just– I’m surprised. Not that you’re not an attractive man!” I quickly add on. “It’s just that, I… Didn’t realize…” I trail off, realizing I’ve dug myself a verifiable idiot hole.

He laughs and lays down beside me on his side, looking at me. “Wait, have you not had sex?” he asks.

I pause. 

How the fuck am I meant to tell my best friend, who is currently sporting a boner so visible his pants have formed a shape that is damn near pyramidal because of me, that he’s attempting to have sex with a virgin.

This was a line crossed as it was, we both knew that, and evidently made the choice to be okay with it. We’re tipsy and high, what does it matter? 

But the fact I’m a virgin…

“No, I haven’t.” I spit out. “I’m– I’m a virgin.”

Andrew raises his brows and props himself up on his elbow. “You are?” he asks.

I nod and bite my lip, heart pounding. “Um, yeah, that’s what I said…”

Andrew lets out a long breath, and then falls onto his back. “Shit, that’s… Fuck.”

I frown and gnaw on the inside of my lip, nervous that I’ve just ruined everything.

Then, he turns onto his side again and gives me a softer look. “You’re chill with this? With the– I mean, with the prospect of losing it to me?” he asks, incredulous.

I laugh softly and nod, and he smiles and lays down on his back, pulling me closer by the hips to lay on top of him. 

I squeak with surprise and giggle a little, my heart racing with anticipation and my legs falling to either side of his waist. “Andy, what on earth!” I breathe out, happy.

He shrugs beneath me and shifts a little. “Nothing much, I just thought I might enjoy having you like this. I was right, by the way.”

I smile down at him and kiss him softly, and his hands come up to rest on my shoulders, pulling me even closer and keeping me there. I let out a long breath and relax against him, the warmth of his body an immense comfort to me. 

He pushes up against me, his cock straining through his track pants. I feel it pressing firmly against my core through my own thin sweatpants, and I whimper quietly. I feel Andrew smile against my lips as he continues kissing me, and I can’t help but giggle a little at my own noises. 

His hands begin roaming all over me, up my back to unhook my bra, then back down to my hips, pressing me more firmly downwards. I gasp and pull away, and he looks at me a little guiltily. 

“Sorry, is that too much, or–” 

I shake my head quickly and reach underneath him, threading my fingers through his hair. “No, you’re fine. It’s all fine. Better than, actually…” I trail off, feeling extraordinarily awkward. “Um, no, I gasped ‘cause I–” 

I can’t bring myself to finish the sentence, because of course I can’t. I sigh and will myself to make the words form on my tongue, reciting an internal incantation to speak.

“Because I actually really enjoyed… feeling you?” I squeak out, feeling absolutely mortified for the millionth time tonight. “I dunno, okay?! It’s just a lot of new stuff, I don’t know, let me be!”

Andrew throws his head back, my fingertips pressing into the nape of his neck. He’s laughing. Andrew is… laughing. Perfect! Just great.

“Andy, don’t laugh at me!” I whine, a little pout on my face.

He takes a breath and looks up at me, smiling and flushed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… You’re just… Really cute.”

I huff and roll my eyes, but a smile cracks across my face anyways, and I lean down and start kissing him again.

Our lips are moving sloppily together, his tongue fumbling past my lips and into my mouth which I open quickly. He moves his arms to wrap over my waist as much as he can manage, given this position, and holds me against him from below. I feel myself relax a bit against him, because even though we’ve been teasing each other this entire time, even though I’m incredibly nervous, I’m safe with him. I’ve always felt safe with him, I always have been safe with Andrew.

Andrew flips the two of us over, and my heart lurches in my chest. He doesn’t say anything, but his hand gently slides up my waist, then back down the waistline of  my pants. I pull my lips away from his by just a couple centimeters, I suck in a breath, and then he’s on me again. 

His hand goes slightly lower than I’d been expecting, so I twitch and my back arches a little, pressing up against him.

Andrew groans a little and presses down against me, and he pulls away to rest his forehead against mine, breath coming out in strained puffs. “Can’t believe you’re a damn…” he was cut off by his own light laughter. “I can’t believe you’ve never done this before.” he whispers.

I tilt my head at him, my brow furrowed. “Huh? What d’you mean?” 

He shrugs and kisses me hard again, just for a few precious seconds, before he pulls away and both of his hands move down to my waistband.

“May I…?” he asks, trailing off. We both know what he’s implying. We both know why he’s being so careful to ask, to make sure he’s not going to do anything that’ll startle me. 

We both know that he’s going to pull my pants down, and my panties will go with them, and then we’ll both be bare soon enough, and I’m overwhelmed by it all. By the very thought. 

I take a deep breath or two, and I swallow hard, then look up at him intently. “Yes, that’s… Please. Feel free.” I whisper.

He nods and gives me a gentle smile as he kneels back on the bed, his knees in between my calves, and tugs my sweatpants and underwear down at once, and at the same time, I decide to shrug off the bra I’m in. 

Every movement of his fingers on my skin, every kiss he places on a newly exposed inch of flesh, starting at my hips, then my thighs, and my knees, and calves and ankles, it all sends ripples of tentative excitement through my body that make me squirm.

A moment later, I’m bare on his bed, and he’s taken my bra from me and thrown it somewhere in the room haphazardly along with the rest of my clothing. I bite my lip and cross my arms over my chest subconsciously, feeling an obligation to make sure I’m not indecent. Not that it matters by this point, but I feel like it’s a necessity.

Andrew whines a little and shakes his head, gently taking one wrist in each hand and moving them away from me. “C’mon, why cover yourself up? You cold? ‘Cause we can change that really fast…” he teases, a shit eating grin on his face.

I can’t help but laugh, because he knows me, and he knows how to make me laugh even if I do feel a little awkward. I shake my head and sigh. “No, Andy, I’m not cold, I’m just a little… I dunno, a little unused to this. You know I haven’t…”

His face dawns with understanding once more, and he nods. “Yeah, okay. I know. Here, I’ll even the scales.” he mutters, climbing off of the bed.

I’m just about to ask him what on earth he means by even the scales, but he starts to tug his tracksuit pants down, then his boxers, before he flops back down onto the bed beside me on his back. I raise my brows and huff out a surprised laugh.

“Huh. Wasn’t expecting that.” I mutter.

Andrew shrugs and smiles, leaning over to kiss me again. He pulls away again and keeps smiling at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen. “I want you so bad.” he whispers casually, and I choke on air.

“Andrew, you can’t just–”

“Can’t what? Say I want you?! My hands are coated in you right now, I think I’ve earned that right.”

I give him a pointed look before he laughs quietly and sighs. “I know I don’t have any obligatory rights to you, I already know what that look is for.”

I nod, and then reach over quietly, a gentle smile blooming on my face again. “Okay, okay. You’re pretty smart, Byrne.” I murmur, leaning closer. 

He quirks a brow and gives me a triumphant smile. “Yeah? I’m smart?” 

I nod, and his lips are suddenly kissing mine again. I’m almost a little curious: is this how sex always is? Are people always so touchy feely and so into kissing, or is this just… An ‘Andy’ thing? 

We’re both on our sides, and his arms come around my waist to pull me closer, and I whimper against his lips a little bit. I’m not entirely sure where the noise comes from, but something about it causes Andrew to push his knee in between mine, and the top of his thigh slots in between my legs. 

I gasp against him and thoughtlessly grind down against his quads, my hands moving up to grab the back of his neck. He lets out a noise akin to a growl against my lips, and his mouth moves down to my neck, kissing and nipping there.

“Jesus Christ, when you said you were a virgin, I knew–” he bends his knee to more easily lift his leg up and gain more leverage against my core, and I whine again, the friction driving me crazy. “I knew you’d be sensitive, but this?” he continues, breathless. The nips of his teeth against the delicate skin of my neck mix pain with a new type of pleasure, one inflicted upon me by another person for the first time, and I can’t bring myself to reply. 

“Fuck.” he breathes, one of his hands coming up to palm a tit again, and he pinches the nipple in between his pointer finger and thumb, making me stammer and throw my head back. 

“I– Andy, how’d you– Christ almighty–” I swear, and he pinches harder. 

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to use the Lord’s name in vain?” he purrs into my ear, making me laugh a little after I yelp. Growing up, we’d always dryly make fun of the Catholic church, and organized religion in general.

Right as I think I’m gaining enough friction to make something remarkable happen, the mythical female orgasm, he straightens out his leg and pulls it from in between my own. I whine and look at him with confusion, shaking my head.

He’s breathless, flushed, hair a mess because I’ve been tugging at it this entire time. “Need you. The entire top of my thigh is slick because of you, I can’t– Can’t watch you go on like that any longer. If you don’t want to, we won’t, I know you haven’t–”

I shake my head and sit up, my chest heaving up and down quickly. “No, I get it. I mean, yeah. I– Fuck, how do I keep managing this?! I can barely speak!” I exclaim, taking his hands in my own as I breathe in. “I want you. I want this. I want you to be my first. Right here, right now. Okay?”

Andrew slumps forward with what I can only perceive as relief, and he nods, bringing my hands up to his to press a few gentle kisses to my knuckles. “Thank God,” he mutters, then reaches over me into his nightstand. 

He rummages around for a few moments before coming back triumphantly with a gold foil packet, a condom. Holding it up in between his fingers and presenting it to me with a shit eating grin on his face, he speaks. “Yet another win for me tonight. Wasn’t entirely convinced I still had one of these here.”

I laugh and roll my eyes, laying down again. He gets off of the bed and stands up as he rips open the condom, and I give him a curious look. 

He makes eye contact with me as he pulls it out of the packet, and gives me a confused look right back. “What’s up?” he asks, tossing the foil into the trash.

“Why’re you standing?”

He shrugs and looks down past his chest, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he rolls the condom on. “Just… Easier to do this standing up. Can make sure it’s on properly ‘n all that shit,” he chokes out.

I look down at his cock, and I see that it’s sticking straight out. Perpendicular to his body. And it’s incredibly proportional to his height. 

I choke for a moment, just as he had the moment before, and I nod. “Right, yeah…” I whisper, and he crawls back onto the bed, kneeling between my legs which I spread for him almost without a second thought despite my nerves.

Andrew reaches forward and cups my cheek with his hand, leaning forward to press his forehead against mine. “You still okay? You still wanna go through with this?” he whispers.

I nod and look at the junction between our bodies, barely meeting, only millimeters away. “Yes, I’m fine. I want this,” I murmur back.

He laughs a little and tilts my chin up. “Best not to look too hard at what’s happening there the first time. Learnt that the hard way.” 

I raise my brows and grimace a little. “Oh, god, I shouldn’t be expecting a blood bath, right?” I ask quietly. 

He shrugs and shakes his head. “I… No, I wouldn’t think so. Maybe a smattering. Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he whispers.

I nod again and let out a shaky breath. “Okay. Alright. I’m ready. I think. No, it’s fine, I’m ready.”

Andrew hums and kisses me gently from above, then reaches down between our bodies and slowly guides himself in. I gasp against his lips a little, my body stretching and attempting to adjust to this new intrusion.

I hear a strained noise come from him, and he huffs, then stops pressing into me after moving his hand up to above my shoulder to prop himself up. 

“You alright?” I hear him ask gruffly, muffled.

I nod and he grunts, moving his face down to the curve between my shoulder and my neck, his warm breath washing over that area. 

I shift a little underneath him, and arch my back a little without thinking too hard. In that movement, I accidentally force him further in, further than I realized was possible for the moment, and I gasp. My eyes snap shut, and I feel like I’m about to cry and lose my mind if I can’t have more at the same time.

Andrew groans against me and nips my skin before he moves away to ask if I’m alright. After a confirmation, he kneels back in between my legs, then grabs my hips and gently, ever so slowly, pulls me closer. 

“This is… You comfortable?” he whispers, holding my ankles and guiding them to either side of his hips, holding them against his skin. 

My chest heaves and I close my eyes for a moment as I try to reckon the fact that this is it, he’s effectively taken my virginity, and I wasn’t nearly as terrified as I thought I’d be. Somehow. 

I open them again and look up at him, and my breath catches in my throat.

He’s gorgeous. I don’t know how I never noticed before. Andrew’s so pretty. The bridge of his nose is straight, but it turns up just slightly at the end, and his hair frames his face well in this grown out haircut, with his dark brown curls. And his eyes. His eyes look like he’s constantly yearning, he always looks a little sad, they’re hazel, and he’s looking at me like I’m the most special thing in the entire universe right now. I could cry. He’s a tall man, and he’s a giant compared to me, but he’s so goddamn gentle anyway. 

Comfortable would be so, so inaccurate. 

“I’m… I’m perfect. You’re perfect.” I whisper back, hearing a hint of awe in my own voice. I smile at him and laugh a little, a giggle that I wasn’t expecting to come out of me, and I blush.

Andrew nods and laughs with me, reaching forward to cup my face again. He kisses me gently after managing to crane forward, and I let out a quiet moan against his lips, and slowly, he pulls out, then pushes back into me. 

I freeze up slightly, but I get used to the sensation as quickly as I can manage, and a shiver travels up my spine. Andrew rests his forehead on my shoulder again, reaching down to roll one of my nipples in between his fingers as he repeats the movement, slowly getting more and more confident with me. 

I whimper and close my eyes, shuddering. This isn’t bad, not at all. It’s not scary or painful or any of those things… God, I don’t know what was happening with the rest of my friends their first times, but the only things I can feel right now are a pleasant mixture of arousal, satisfaction, and shitty beer. 

I reach up to his head, threading my fingers through his hair, and I arch my back upwards, pressing into him. “Andy,” I breathe out, shuddering.

He pulls away, looking down at me with a hint of concern, his movements slowing. “Yeah? You alright?” 

I nod quickly and stutter, pulling him back to me by his head. “Mhm, I’m good. Just stay close. I like that you’re close.”

I hear a laugh rumble through his chest and he nods, wrapping his arms around me. “As you wish, darling.”

I close my eyes and allow everything to wash over me. I allow myself to categorize it all into the different areas of my brain, which demands organization to make sense of everything. 

Andrew, thrusting in and out of me. That’s new. It’s pleasant. I like how close we are.

The stretch I’m feeling, that’s good. It’s a useful type of discomfort. It mixes with the pleasure that sex involves, it grounds me. I still feel like I’m floating, but there’s a tether holding me back down to Earth, and it’s that.

Andy’s moans and whimpers and pillow talk. All of that is incredible.

I have to organize it all, to categorize it, I have since I was a child. This is no different, why would it be?

Andrew groans against my shoulder, bringing me out of my own head again, and his hand moves between us. I’m about to ask what he’s doing, but then I feel the calloused pad of his thumb on my clit again, rubbing in frantic circles. I gasp and cry out, my eyes flying open, my hands moving down to his shoulder blades.

My nails dig into the column of his spine on either side, moans falling from my mouth, like the poems I worked so hard to memorize at college. 

“Andrew, oh god, what’s that for,” I choke out, another strained cry escaping me.

He nips at my collarbone and shakes his head, and I feel his shaky breaths warming my skin. “‘M getting closer. Wanted you to be close too,” he mutters.

“Okay,” I croak weakly, and he nips at my skin again.

“Can I move– Can I please go faster? Are you okay?”

I huff and nod, whimpering a little in the process. Why am I this desperate? My body is craving more of something I’ve barely had. 

Andrew hums with satisfaction and begins to move more roughly in and out of me, pressing deeper and pulling out farther, his pace picking up.

Broken songs of pleasure bubble up from my throat, my lungs crying out for more air, every part of me feeling like a live wire. 

I can’t help but begin to move my hips in tandem with his, moving up when he pulls out, then back down when he pushes back in. As soon as I begin to do this, he nearly loses it. He damn near screams my name, and presses his face into a pillow just above my shoulder.

“What? Is that bad?” I whisper, my voice whiny.

“No! No. It’s just– I didn’t expect that. Oh, god, please don’t stop doing it, though. Please.”

I let out a breath of relief and can’t help but smile. I’ve done something right. I’ve done something he thoroughly fucking enjoyed.

His thumb applies more pressure, the texture of the callous on the tip of his finger rubbing against me, and I can’t help but gasp out, my nails digging back into his skin. 

“Fuck, I can’t– Andy, I’m gonna– I don’t even know what to call it, what the fuck–” I stammer, and he wraps one arm underneath me, kneels back entirely, basically keeping me on his lap. I groan at the new angle which forces him a million times deeper, and my head falls onto his shoulder.

He hisses and presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked, are you good? This is good?”

I can only whimper in reply, and he chuckles a little. “I’m gonna take that as a yes. Move your hips like you just were, babe,” he mutters into my ear, and I whine but begin moving anyways. 

I start to move on top of him, my legs wrapped around his waist. I find a quick, jerky rhythm that suits us both, and his finger finds the space in between us again, rubbing me to make me feel as much pleasure as possible.

I gasp again and cry out, my breath stuttering. He groans, and I feel myself become more tense, and he speeds up his movements.

“Fuck, you’re almost– I can feel you, you’re almost there,” he murmurs into my ear, and I nearly become a pile of molten lava on top of his lap. 

I whimper and make noises which I hope he pieces together to be confirmation, and he groans and holds me tighter, bouncing me up and down slightly with one arm, his head falling back. 

“Christ, I’m gonna…” he moans out, and I look at the column of his neck, exposed and a little shiny with sweat and fucking gorgeous. 

I whimper and my breath picks up, and I start to bounce myself the same way he’d been bouncing me just moments prior. “I know. I’m there, too. I am, I promise.” I whisper back.

I feel a hot, tight coiling in my stomach, and my legs quiver around his hips, and I gasp.

The entire world goes fuzzy, yet also comes into complete laser focus at once, and all I can hear is static. I don’t register that Andrew is moaning in my ear, coming completely undone at the same time as me, his nails dragging down my back. I don’t register that he’s kissing my neck, nipping and whispering how amazing I am. 

All that makes sense is the repeated waves of pleasure ripping through my body, and the soreness of my throat.

Eventually, though, I manage to come back down to earth. I’m breathless and spent and completely amazed that somehow, that just happened. With my best friend. 

I look at him and press my forehead against his, breath stuttering. He gives me a tilted smile and a kiss to the tip of my nose, and I slowly pull myself off of him and fall onto the bed once more.

Andrew, in turn, lays down next to me after peeling off and discarding the used condom. “So… You good?” he whispers, his fingertips tracing gentle circles on my ribcage.

Angel of Small Death

Andrew’s breath catches as he opens the video you’ve just sent him. 

He’s just gotten done with his 15th show in the U.S. this year, one of many to come on this run, yet… He’s managed to become strikingly lonely already. 

It’s not as if you haven’t been texting him nearly twice an hour every day from the moment you wake up, but texting is different from actual contact. It’s different from having your hands all over one another. Painfully different.

So, this video that you’ve just sent him nearly sends him up the beige wall of his hotel room. You’re in the shower, yet you’ve somehow gotten great lighting for the video, and one hand is running over your body, the other holding your phone out.

It starts at your collarbone, then goes over the curves of your chest, which is covered in soap. You pause for a moment, swirling the white suds around your nipples in slow circles, before you move downwards and past your sternum.

Andrew watches, completely enraptured, his cock already starting to strain against his pants as he watches the camera pan around to your soap covered ass, tilted down towards it. His eyes are fixated on the screen, and he watches your hands grab at your ass, intentionally jiggling the flesh around and emphasizing it. 

He plops down onto his bed and groans, wishing more than anything in the world you were here in Wyoming with him, and not back in Ireland, kindly keeping house for him. At least that way, he could text you back with the comfort of knowing you’d see it immediately, because you’d probably be awake if you were just in the same timezone as him.

And it only gets worse from there, because Andrew watches with bated breath as the view switches to your front again, and oh god, your hands are moving the soap around on your thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to the core of you, and your fingertips are so close to where he wishes his own could be–

It cuts off.

He’s taken aback. 

He restarts the video, closes and then reopens the messaging app again, and realizes it wasn’t a glitch. It just… ends there. And it makes him want to die a little bit. 

How could you do that to him? Why would you do that to him? He’s been dying to see you for so long, his fingers twitch at the very idea of running through your hair or resting on the small of your back, at the thought of rubbing your clit and making you mewl and whine like he wants to, or hell, even just holding your hand.

Andrew almost whines, his brows knitting together in the center. His photographer is in the next room over, so he can’t be ridiculous like he wishes he could be right now. 

But you’ve put him in the most frustrating situation possible. 

He closes the video and looks at the caption you attached to the video within the text.

love uuuu hehe, present for tonight :)

Andrew groans and looks down at the increasing tent in his pants, then shoves them down and off with his boxers, unbuttons his shirt halfway, and falls back onto the bed, his back propped up against the headboard.

He watches the video over, and over, and over again. He can get off on just tits, right? I mean, they’re your tits. He loves every part of you, those aren’t an exception at all.

Those 37 seconds are laughing at him.

He can’t help it, though, as his hand wanders down to his cock, and he grabs it and starts to pump up and down. He closes his eyes for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek with his molars, digging into the red flesh. 

His thighs are already tense. The fact that he’d been standing for two hours prior to this moment, for his near nightly performance, doesn’t help the situation with his tense muscles at all.

He watches as your manicured finger tips trail down your sternum for the thousandth time, and then come back up to palm at your chest. 

Andrew grips himself a little tighter, and a quiet groan he barely manages to suppress escapes his chest. 

“Fuck my life…” he whispers to nobody but himself. He thinks for a moment that he’s kind of pathetic, but puts it aside. He’s just super into his girlfriend, that’s all.

He allows his head to fall backward and his pace to get slightly fast, but he’s still looking down past his eyelashes at his phone, the light of your video radiating out from the screen like some kind of cursed halo.

And he’s back where he started, as he watches your fingers get so fucking close to your heat again, and then the video ends. The frustration only fuels his movements, though, as he runs the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock, slick with pre-cum.

Andrew hisses and shuts his phone off, placing it face down on the bed. He can take it from here, with his hand and his brain running absolutely wild with thoughts of you. 

He grips the white sheets with his free hand, a strained, animalistic noise escaping him.

He’s trying to be quiet, he really is, but he can’t help but feel a little like a teenager again, palming himself and being as much of a non-disturbance as possible. He’s spent a lot of time trying to avoid being a disturbance, between the days when he recorded music in his parents attic, avoiding waking up his university roommate when he came home too late at night, and now… This. As a grown man, he’s still avoiding being a disturbance.

He can’t help but laugh a little, his movements slowing, but then he remembers the whole reason why his hand is wrapped around his cock right now. 

You.

You took a liking to him and put up with him and now you send him explicit (and immensely frustrating) videos while he goes all around the world to disturb entire crowds, and he runs his thumb over the red tip of his cock again.

Andrew sucks in a gasping breath and clears his throat, moving more quickly.

He thinks about the last night you two had before he left for tour, just a few weeks ago. You’d straddled him and rode him like nothing else mattered, leaning down to leave hickeys all over his chest and collarbone. “To make sure you don’t forget me,” you’d murmured as you bruised his flesh with your lips. 

He’d been wearing a lot of collar necks for this leg of the tour, just out of caution.

Andrew’s mind goes back to months before that, when you’d just gotten done with a dinner date, and you decided that waiting until the two of you got back to his house to indulge in the more explicit activities of the evening was useless. So, you’d tugged him into an alleyway, kneeled down with your purse under your knees to make sure they didn’t get scraped on the pavement, and given him the best blow job he’d ever had.

He holds himself more firmly as he remembers the various debaucheries you two had indulged in, moves more quickly, his chest heaving. 

His hips jerk a little, trying to meet the movement of his hand.

His eyes remain firmly shut, air puffing out through his nose every so often, jaw clenched.

Christ, forget the video entirely, his own thoughts turned out to be enough. What a miracle. 

His hand moves as quickly as he can will it to, and he gasps quietly, his hearing fading out a little as a familiar hot tightness begins to knot his stomach. His thighs twitch, and he knows he’s nearly there. Almost. 

Andrew continues to think of all you’ve done together, one particular instance coming to mind of how you just straddled his lap with him inside of you and wiggled around until you’d come while he fiddled with various lyrics in his notebook. That, he maintained, was still one of the hottest things you’d ever done. You staunchly disagreed, saying it was desperate. Compromise is an important part of every healthy relationship.

He moves more quickly, his hand shooting up and down around his cock rapidly, and suddenly, the knot in his stomach comes undone all at once, and his hearing is just a low buzzing. He groans as fire starts threading through his veins, his thighs twitching, his body sliding down the bed as hot strings of cum shoot out over his own stomach.

Eventually, he stops seeing stars behind his own eyelids, and he looks down at his pale stomach. His own cum is spread over it in lines, and his hand is sticky.

Andrew sighs and pulls his hand away. Yeah, he definitely feels like a teenager again. He wipes his hand off with a tissue next to the bed, and almost starts to wipe off his stomach before an idea comes to him. 

He picks up his phone, takes a photo of the mess on his lower stomach, and sends it to you.

11:28: Hey, it’s Andy. I’m back in town and I dunno if you still use this number, but I’m hoping it’s you. I'm having a get-together at my place while I’m back home for a bit, if you want to stop by. X

My phone went off, dinging quite loudly, startling me out of what would’ve become a good night’s sleep that I was just drifting off into. I watched my hand reach out for my phone, feeling as if I was watching my own life through a movie screen in my half asleep state. I picked it up, and read over the message, my brows pinching together in the center.

What? I thought to myself, feeling rather confused for a few moments. Andy? Where had I ever met an Andy, and why would he have my number? Then it dawned on me, and a tired smile cracked across my tired face, eyes still hooded. Andy. We’d gone to Trinity College together back in 2008, and ended up being quite good friends. Of course I wouldn’t remember, being barely awake and all, but I knew him.

11:33: my gosh, andyyy!! hi!! it has been sooo long since i’ve seen you, how are you? you do have the right number :) and yes i will stop by ofc i will

His reply came quickly, his tone now increasing to my own excitability. At least, I thought it had. One could only tell so well through text.

11:34: Oh, great! It’s this Saturday at 6-7ish, I’ll send you my new address. Alex will be there & we’re inviting some older friends as well. I hope you remember Alex?

11:35: ohh yeah absolutely!! love you, love alex, etc etc. been too long. i am unfortunately about to go to sleep so night night hope we’ll talk between then and now :)

I didn’t stay awake long enough to read the reply that came through, curling up under my covers. While he’d been off starting his career and touring internationally, I’d finished college, and began working a cubicle job in a corporate setting. Stable, yes, but surprisingly draining.

More quickly than I’d expected, Saturday evening had rolled around and I was plugging Andrew’s address into Google Maps to navigate there. It would take around 20 minutes to get there, and luckily for me, it was only 6:10 right now. I’d get there right in between when he told me to arrive, 6-7.

The drive was uneventful, but finding parking around what was his now evidently large house in a secluded part of town proved difficult. Between the woods, the private roads, and the parking on the side of the roads which were rather packed already, it was annoying. But I found a space, and walked up to his house. I knocked on the door and let myself in, realizing his home was pretty full of people already.

I looked around for a few moments, not recognizing many faces, when I heard a throaty voice calling out from behind me.

“Hey! Bubbles, how are ya?” He said, with a light laugh at the end.

I turned around and looked at the man calling out to me, Andrew himself. I cringed internally at the nickname, bubbles, but laughed anyway. They’d started calling me bubbles after I blew a piece of gum into a bubble that was so large that when it popped, it ended up all over my face straight out of a cartoon. The nickname stuck.

“Andy!” I squealed, still laughing and now trotting up to him, arms open. “Ah, I’m amazing, how are you?” I inquired, after a quick hug.

He laughed, loud as ever, and it stretched out his cheeks. The stretching of his skin drew my attention to a beard he hadn’t had before. It was… Hot, especially with that hair–

“I’m great, bubbles. Busy as all hell, but y’know, being a musician and all that…” He trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets and shrugging his shoulders as he smiled sheepishly, looking to the ground for a moment.

Ah. Even after all this time, Hozier , a world renowned musician was still just… Andy. A shy man from the more rural part of Wicklow. I found it to be endearing as all hell.

“Yeah, of course. It’s understandable. What was this, your… Sophomore album?”

“Yeah, it’s called ‘Wasteland, Baby!’ I’m really happy with it. I’ve got a new EP coming out as well to go with it, has some unreleased stuff that couldn’t make it onto the main record, y’know? Time constraints and all that. It would’ve ended up being a two disk album, and the label didn’t like that at first.”

I hummed and nodded along, moving my eyes up and down his body as he got into full nerdy musician mode, going on about his music and the label and the ideas behind each song. He didn’t seem to notice I was only half paying attention. Damn, between that hair and that beard, plus the crisp t-shirt and slacks he was wearing… I was snapped out of my reverie when Alex Ryan walked up to us, a big cheesy grin on his face.

“Bubbles!” He called out, slinging an arm over my shoulder, laughing a little bit. “How’re you going?”

I raised an eyebrow as Andrew sighed and rolled his eyes, grumbling something about Australia under his breath.

“Australia?” I laughed out, then turned more to face Alex. “And how’re you going? ”

Andrew cut in as Alex tried to start explaining what was going on. “Alex came to Australia on tour with me last month and he’s been using their version of ‘how are you’, which is ‘how’re you going’, ever since. Because he’s a pretentious douche who likes to seem more well traveled than he is.” They bickered, but they’d been best mates since I could remember.

I giggled and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ah, I see. Well I am going absolutely fine , thanks, Alex. Yourself?”

He gave me a playful wink that I felt a bit too flustered by, for my personal liking, and shrugged. “Doing grand, thanks. Hey, I’ll go grab the three of us some drinks! It’s been too long since we all sat down with a pint together.” He snapped away from my gaze and turned to Andrew, jerking his head toward the kitchen in a bid to get him to follow. He gave me a quick wave as he walked away, and followed Alex calmly.

Alex always reminded me of a mix between… A squirrel and a cat. When you put him in front of a set of keys or a guitar, he was the most talented man you’d ever meet. Extremely elegant, dancing across the instrument with his fingers. His fingers were long, and super flexible from all the playing he did.

However, in any other setting? Squirrely. All over the place. Totally unable to keep his focus on less than three things at a time. It was pitiful, really. How does one go from Australian slang, to asking how one is actually doing, to grabbing drinks in the span of… What was that, two minutes? Less than, probably.

The night went on in a blur of drinks. All sorts of drinks, and I knew not to mix my liquor, but that hard seltzer sounded so refreshing after such a heavy Guinness from a can, and that dirty martini handmade by Andrew himself sounded so yummy, and those jello shots sounded way too appealing to my sweet tooth to resist…

I’d arrived at 6:30pm, and by 9pm I was totally sloshed. It was a Saturday night, though, and I was with my old college friends, who was going to stop me? Neither of them did, and obviously, I wasn’t going to stop myself.

While sitting across the couch from Andrew, I suddenly noticed how nice and buttery his voice was. Sure, he was a career singer, but we’d been friends before any of that. Then, I noticed how sharp his jawline had gotten, how his beard only made it any clearer. Damn, I wanted to run my fingers through that long hair…

Oh, shit.

Suddenly, I was much closer to him than I’d intended to be, and my fingers were running through his hair, and he was looking at me with raised eyebrows, yet he didn’t do anything to stop me. His finger didn’t even twitch. Did he… Was he enjoying this? His face was confused, yet not upset. Somewhat pleased, relaxed, even.

I pulled back after I realized what I’d been doing, flushed deeply, and cleared my throat before taking another tentative sip of my water. I knew I needed to sober up, and bad, so here I sat with a tall glass of water (not referring to Andrew, thanks very much) and what I was almost sure was a slice of strawberry pie, but it could’ve easily had a bit of rhubarb in it too. Either way, divine.

Andrew leaned closer to me after I’d pulled away, a tilted, shy smile on his face. “Why’d you stop?” He muttered, causing me to choke on the bite currently in my mouth. The tart flavor caused a weird tingling sensation in the back of my jaw that I thoroughly enjoyed.

“Stop- Stop what?” I asked quietly, dumbly. I knew exactly what he was talking about, I’d just had my hands in his hair, for crying out loud!

He laughed and grabbed my wrists to gently pull me forward, closer to him. He was just as drunk as I was, I could smell it on his breath. “Y’know, bubbles, I always had a little bit of a crush on you.” He murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over my face like the tide of the sea coming in as he spoke so close to my face.

I choked again, my heart rate skyrocketing at the last three words. A crush on me? He’d made fun of me relentlessly when we’d been college friends! Lightheartedly, of course, and he got it as good as he gave it. Still, though, it was surprising to hear.

“Andy, what?” I laughed, but he shrugged and went on. I couldn’t believe he was serious, but he was. His forehead was suddenly resting on mine, in a way that was far too intimate for a pair of friends that I liked way too much.

“I said, I’d always had a little crush on you in college.” Andrew whispered, his voice much lower than it had been a few minutes before.

I let out a surprised huff of breath and couldn’t quite find the words to reply. That was… 10 or 11 years ago, now. We’d literally been 18 at the time, and he’d just thought to bring it up at the age of twenty-nine ? Absolutely unreal. Endearing, oddly enough. I couldn’t say I was mad or anything like that; surprised was more accurate.

“I see,” I breathed out in reply, hoping I didn’t sound as dumbly flustered as I felt. He flustered me. Him and Alex, both, flustered me.

I felt his hands snake up from my wrists to my shoulders, the callous of his fingertips brushing over the bare skin that my blouse didn’t quite cover. He quietly asked, leaning in further to whisper in my ear, if it was okay. I almost laughed in reply, the question was so ridiculous. It was more than okay. I felt strangely enthralled by his hands gently moving from my wrists, to my shoulders, and down to the middle of my back, pulling me closer still. I was almost on his lap.

“Yes,” I finally uttered. “Absolutely.”

Two words. Two words were apparently all it took for him to drag me roughly onto his lap and crash his lips down against mine. It was glorious. Everything about it felt just right. Not that this was one of those moments where it was like, as soon as his lips touched mine there were fireworks and I knew we’d be in love forever, but it was indescribably satisfying. Like an itch that was too far down my back for me to reach, had finally been scratched. I hadn’t gotten a decent one night stand in for a while , maybe now was my time.

Andrew’s hands gently moved down a bit further before his thumbs were able to hook under my shirt. I knew he’d ask if it was okay, if I was okay with it for him to keep going. I decided to mitigate the question by physically answering before he could even ask it by arching my back forward and pressing my chest against his. He grunted against my lips and nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to yelp slightly before his lips moved down and across my jaw, towards the thin skin of my neck. I huffed out a breath and closed my eyes, my head tilting back and to the right, my skin stretching in a delicious way as he sucked and bit at it. His hands ran under my shirt and now rested on top of the bare skin below. They were warm, and large, and I loved it.

Damn, I was definitely gonna have hickeys tomorrow.

My legs straddled around his waist, and I felt something… Hard prodding at my inner thigh, and I giggled to myself slightly. I’d managed to make him hard already, and all we’d done was kiss a little. Well, maybe not just a little, by now… But we hadn’t done anything but kiss.

I moved my leg, just slightly. Just enough to get him to gasp in a bit out of surprise and maybe a little pleasure, and he nipped down hard on my neck. I yelped and giggled again, his fingertips digging into my hips resting on top of his.

The couch dipped down next to us and he let out a soft sigh against my collarbone, rubbing the tip of his nose against it and up my neck.

“Nice perfume.” Andrew murmured, his voice muffled by my skin. I thanked him quietly, the words tumbling down from my lips. I moved my hands up from the middle of his back to the nape of his neck, where I rested my palms and allowed my fingers to move up and tangle in his hair.

He growled and his fingertips tightened against my hips again, his lips and teeth and tongue, oh, God, the things I wanted that tongue to do to me right now, going back to work on my skin.

I heard a bit of laughter to my right, coming from the direction in which the couch had dipped down, and Alex’s voice rang out, snarky and loud in the nicest possible way, next to us.

“Aye, Andy, you got a pretty one here tonight.” He teased, snickering at the sight of us. One of Andrew’s hands moved off of my hip, and I glanced over at it for a moment to find Andrew giving Alex the middle finger. I laughed a little and closed my eyes again, resting my forehead against the top of Andrew’s head.

“Shut up, you dick.” he growled against my skin, nipping at me again out of frustration. Alex laughed again and scooted closer to us, his voice lowering.

“You know, we both liked her back at Tee-Cee, Andy.” Alex drawled, pronouncing the individual letters ‘T’ and ‘C’. It was what students and alumni alike referred to Trinity College as. Andrew sighed and stopped again for a moment to glance over at him. I felt that glare from where I was sitting, and I didn’t even need to look .

“Shut. Up!” He scolded again, not turning back to me immediately this time. He did get there eventually though, and my heart was pounding in my chest as his tongue ran back up my clavicle and over my common carotid. Both liked me while we were at school? If they’d both managed to fluster me before, this was an entirely different thing. Especially with Andrew’s mouth all over my face and my neck and my chest.

Alex snickered again a moment later, and suddenly a third hand was resting gently on top of my thigh. “Aw, come on, Andrew!” He whined, playfully. “I thought we liked to share.”

I paused. Andrew paused. The room stopped spinning the way it had been before.

Share?

Wait, did these two have some sort of weird threesome agreement going on?

Share?!

Andrew’s head fell forward and he let out a huff, turning to Alex with a death stare. “Alex, no. Not with her. Come on. If she were any other girl, then fine, but we know her. She won’t go home tomorrow morning and have some crazy story to tell her friends. We are her friends.” He drawled, his voice low as he leaned in towards Alex to make sure nobody but Alex and myself could hear him.

I sat there thinking to myself, as Andrew spoke lowly to Alex: was a weird threesome agreement that weird if I found myself kind of wanting to be their third for the night?

They were both attractive men. My type, anyways. Both my age. Both were clearly into me…

I cleared my throat. “Sorry, but what does- what does share mean, exactly?” I squeaked, my head tilting to one side a little more as I tried to view both of them.

Alex smirked and winked at Andrew triumphantly. “Ah, sweetheart, that is all up to you.”

Andrew sighed and his head tilted back, his jaw tightening. His face looked like he was in a mixture of pain and anticipation. I couldn’t tell why, but a tiny smile quirked at the corners of his mouth and he huffed a little, shaking his head before straightening himself up.

“Alex, you are a goddamn freak. And not in a fun sexy way, you’re just weird. ” Andrew grumbled, a small smile still resting upon his face. He reached over and flicked his forehead, and Alex recoiled a little, a smirk playing across his lips as he laughed slightly. Andrew turned to me again, with a more genuine, but still rather gentle, smile. He leaned in closer to my ear and mumbled lowly into it. “You wanna do it, bubbles? Got a whole guest bedroom upstairs that is pristine, and hopefully to your liking…”

My breath caught in my throat. What, exactly, would go down in that bedroom wasn’t specific to me just yet. I knew it would be unholy. Sexual, for sure. Kinky? That seemed to be a possibility at this point.

I needed to think about it. A threesome. With two of my closest guy friends from college. I mean, yeah, they were both undeniably hot. Andrew had this amazing hair and a sharp ass jawline and Alex’s hands alone had me swooning, but this was a lot to jump into at once.

Then it occurred to me: I was already sitting on Andrew’s lap, straddling him, and Alex’s hand was already on my right thigh. Clearly they were into me just as much as I was into them, and I couldn’t believe that thought hadn’t come to me until just then. I cleared my throat, and sucked in a breath.

I looked over at Andrew, then towards Alex, my face flushed. “Yeah. Yes, let’s do it.” I whispered, almost unable to believe the words coming from my own lips. Not that I was unsure about it or anything, I just couldn’t believe I’d found myself in this situation. I was a goddamn cubicle worker at a sales firm, for crying out loud!

A wolfish grin spread across Alex’s lips and Andrew’s already existing smile widened a little as he pushed me off of him to stand up, and I followed suit. Alex came up behind me and put his hand on my lower back, jerking his head towards the stairs about 10 or 15 feet in front of us. “Shall we, love?” He murmured in my ear. I nodded silently and Andrew walked ahead of us, leading the way to what I’d assumed was the guest bedroom he’d referenced just a minute or two ago. I felt a blush creeping up my neck, and I realized Alex saw it too as he chuckled and tightened his hand around my hip for a moment as we followed behind Andrew.

“A little nervous, hm?” He purred into my ear, causing me to cough in surprise. I stuttered for a few moments as my brain short circuited. This motherfu- he was whispering into my ear! He knew what he was doing, goddamn it, and it was not helping the situation!

“I- No!” I squeaked out, causing him to laugh a little more and Andrew laughed along with him. We’d reached the top of the stairs now, and he took a turn and opened the door to what was evidently his guest bedroom. I was surprised by the sight of it.

It wasn’t like, barely lived in, half filled with unused items and exercise equipment being used as a storage space. It had a really large window facing the east, and a large bed in the middle of the wall opposite the window, covered in a set of white sheets, and a fluffy comforter with a dark green duvet cover on it. In one corner, nearest to the dark wood dresser, there stood a thriving monstera plant and across from that, another hanging vine sort of plant from the ceiling. The bed frame, too, was sturdy dark wood and so were the bedside tables on either side of the bed. It was cohesive, cozy, well decorated.

I giggled a little to myself and noted the clear durability of the bed frame, glad to see it wouldn’t… Potentially break under the weight of the three of us doing whatever this was going to become on the top of it. Andrew quirked a brow at my giggles and I shrugged and waved him off, my hands clasped in front of myself afterwards. He cleared his throat and gestured to the bed somewhat awkwardly, not quite looking at me as his other hand was rubbing the back of his neck.

“If you want, you can, ehm, sit down for a moment. I’ll be right back.” He muttered, then turned out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. I was slightly confused, but sat down on the end of the bed anyway, and Alex followed me, standing in front of me.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just grabbing a few things.” He said lowly, one of his hands gently grabbing my chin and tilting my head upwards, and he hunched over to my level. “You mind?” He murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

I couldn’t find it in myself to utter a reply, so I just nodded silently, and he leaned in, his lips gently pressing against mine. My eyes fluttered shut and I took in his kiss, returning it just as gently as he had given it. I noticed his style was much different from Andrew’s. Andrew was aggressive. He treated it like he was hungry, almost. Like he was afraid that if he wasn’t abrasive enough with it I wouldn’t want any more of him. Alex was different. His gentleness in his movements came not from a lack of confidence, but from an abundance of it. He knew there was no need to rush through any of it, because he felt as though there was no point when he was such a wantable person. It almost bordered on arrogance, but it was… Comforting, in a way. He was more sure of himself, and therefore, so was I.

Alex’s lips moved gently over mine, his tongue running over the seam of them, asking but not begging for entrance. My lips parted for him, but as soon as I did that, his mouth moved down to my jaw and across my neck. He kneeled down in front of me to presumably be more comfortable, and he took his time mapping out every inch of skin he could possibly access above the neckline of my shirt. I gasped as he nipped gently at my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin. He chuckled against me, the sound muffled by my body, and moved his hands to my hips.

The door clicked open again just then, and Andrew came in and set some things down at the small desk in the room, tutting. “Ah, you’ve started without me, I take it.” He grumbled, pulling his shirt off over his head, and proceeding to put up his hair.

Alex sighed against my skin, his breath warm, and pulled away. “Not quite, Andy, just getting… Warmed up.” He said, grinning at the end. He turned back to look at me again and pulled at the waistband of my pants, then the hemline of my shirt. “You wanna do us a favor and get those useless things off, pretty girl?” He murmured, and I flushed.

I swallowed and cleared my throat, then croaked out a response barely louder than the whirring of the central heating system. “Yeah, sure.” I replied, then stood up slowly. Alex did the same, and as I pulled all my clothing off except for the bra and panties below, I watched the boys do the same, leaving their boxers on.

Oh my god, their boxers were tight. Tented, if you will. At just the premise of it all, this was the state they were in. And I couldn’t blame them. Alex stalked back over to me and kneeled down in front of me again, while Andrew climbed onto the bed behind me. My breath caught in my throat as he kneeled behind me on the bed, his hands resting on my shoulders as he pressed gentle kisses and nips along my trapezius and the side of my neck, while Alex hooked his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and pressed gentle kisses along my hip, then up to my chest. I closed my eyes and took in their movements, Andrew’s fingers brushing up and down my arms, Alex’s lips working their way over my entire torso. I sighed out and Alex paused just as I was beginning to make sense of it all, tugging at the waistband of my panties again.

“You mind if I take these off, pretty?” He mumbled against the top of one of my breasts, and I shook my head no. “Lovely.” He replied, and tugged them down, throwing them to the side. He rested my right ankle on one of his shoulders, and began kissing up my leg, a small grin on his face.

He worked past my femoral artery, past my knee, and up, up, up… And then stopped. So close to where I wanted him to be, his nose right up against the outer layers of the center of me. I looked down at him, my face turning into desperate confusion, and let out a disgruntled noise.

“What- Goddamn you, what are you doing? Why’d you stop?” I whined, coming off far more needy than I’d meant to.

Andrew chuckled against my skin, and Alex laughed beneath me and rolled his eyes a little. “Just gonna ask if it was okay for me to eat you out, darling.” He murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over me. My breath caught in my throat at the feeling and I swallowed again.

“Yes, please do. I am- that is more than okay.” I breathed out, my leg twitching over his shoulder.

Alex looked past me at Andrew and gave him a wink before hoisting my other leg up over his shoulder, and he leaned in closer. His tongue brushed over my folds, and I closed my eyes, and once again, tried to make sense of the feelings on my body.

“Shit.” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening in my chest.

Alex laughed a little and the sound caused his lips to vibrate the tiniest bit against me as his chest rumbled with the noise, and I clenched my jaw. He continued to move his mouth against me, his tongue darting out of his mouth every so often to lick up through the folds and over my clit, and everytime that got a little bit of friction I sucked in a tiny breath, and my body ached for more. I found myself leaning back on my elbows, my head pressing against Andrew’s chest as he sat behind me.

Alex’s mouth worked its way further up, his mouth now sheerly focused on my clit, his tongue circling around it and his lips cupped around it, sucking and licking. I was gasping and trying not to let myself moan out too loudly. There was still an entire party going on downstairs. A hot jolt of pleasure ran up through my body every few moments, and it proved to be a rather difficult battle.

Andrew leaned down further from behind me on the bed, towards my ear, and he purred out some words. “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” He said, his hands coming up from behind me and cupping over my breasts. “You’re so beautiful, with his lips on your clit, legs on his shoulders, with your body writhing. Absolutely radiant.” His hands squeezed around my breasts, and his lips moved to my neck as he began kissing me.

I gasped and my legs inadvertently tightened around Alex’s head as his tongue started lapping at me and sucking against me even faster, harsher than before. He heard me getting praised and increased the intensity of his own actions. He knew the praise made me feel even more needy, even more wanting, and he responded in kind. My suspicions from earlier were concisely confirmed: this was, indeed, not the first time that they’d done this together. They had a system, knew how to make whatever partner they had that night feel as good as possible. It was working, I had to admit.

I felt a distinctive twisting sensation in my stomach and let out a whine, pleasure bolting up my spine and through the core of my body. “Ah, damn it–” I whined, my breathing picking up, chest heaving. Andrew’s hands moved under my bra, his hands now sitting against my bare skin. He rolled my pebbled nipples in between his fingers, and I yelped with pleasure, my back arching up. He laughed richly at the motion and leaned down to bite and kiss at the skin of my neck, smiling.

“I take it you liked that, beauty, hm?” He cooed, moving one of his hands up to tangle through the strands of my hair, his fingertips gently massaging my scalp. I whimpered and exhaled sharply, seeing stars behind my eyelids.

“Yes.” I blurted, before being cut off by the sounds of my own cries tumbling from my lips, Alex’s mouth working strongly against my core, his tongue lapping at my clit. I kept moaning and crying out, my stomach continuing to twist into knots at the sensations running through my body. My lips remained parted, and Andrew would occasionally reach down my bra and pinch one of my nipples between his calloused fingertips.

The twisting got stronger and stronger, my legs starting to quiver on Alex’s shoulders, and suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over my body, the intensity almost like a burning. The earth felt as though it had stopped spinning on its axis and I felt everything dissolve around me to nothing more than a chorus of white noise and bright light, caused by the sheer intensity of the shockwaves crashing over my entire body.

I slowly came down from the experience, my heart stuttering and pounding in my chest, and I opened my eyes again, glancing around myself in… wonder? A man had actually managed to make me cum, unassisted, for once in my life. Truly astonishing.

Andrew’s mouth pulled away from my neck and he laughed slightly, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. “Sufficient?” He lightly questioned, his voice gentle and low.

I breathlessly looked over at him, my chest still heaving below his large, gentle hands. “Um… Yes, I would say so.” I breathed, my throat dry and my vision still somewhat unfocused.

Alex pulled his mouth off of me and looked up at me through his eyelashes, the skin surrounding his mouth glistening. He looked almost feral, hungry for more yet satisfied at the same time. He licked his lips and gave me a tilted smile, standing up after a few moments. “You taste lovely, doll.” he teased, looking down at me. I felt my face flush and my head still felt a little fuzzy as he spoke to me, and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back to get in a decent breath, or as decent I could make it right now, anyway.

Andrew tapped me on the shoulder from behind and my eyes fluttered open as I turned my head back to glance over my shoulder at him. “Yes?” I croaked, my voice surprisingly hoarse. Clearly, I’d been much louder than intended and my throat was paying the price.

He laughed a little and raised his eyebrows slightly, then leaned in closer to my ear and husked his words out. “What’s your opinion on riding, bubbles?”

I choked on my words for what seemed like the millionth time this evening. Jesus christ, the man really got down to the point, didn’t he? However, I did genuinely consider the question. “I’m… A fan.” I whispered back, my blood rushing to my head from the excitement and embarrassment running through my veins. Andrew chuckled lowly as Alex let out a huff and pulled on my wrists to help me sit up properly again.

“Ah, so he gets the delight of actual intercourse first, and I don’t, after you just came all over my mouth? Very egalitarian.” Alex grumbled sarcastically. Andrew cut in himself before I could reply.

“Oh, come on, it isn’t as if you didn’t enjoy every moment of making her cum all over your mouth, Alex. Stop your moaning and groaning, you’ll get your bloody chance. Don’t forget I sat here and watched all of that.”

Alex rolled his eyes and huffed again, then walked around to the other side of the bed, standing beside one of the bedside tables. His expression was rather sardonic, but he wasn’t actually mad, it seemed, rather… Anticipatory. I’d finally put my finger on it: that was it. I expected a rather long night ahead, not that I was complaining.

Andrew got up and shimmied off his boxers, throwing them haphazardly to one corner of the room, jostling the monstera plant that had initially caught my attention after I first entered the bedroom. He sank down onto the bed following those movements, a tilted smile on his face.

My gaze snapped to his cock, and I looked at it with some surprise. He was clean shaven, and looked satisfactorily large, but not to the point of causing pain or discomfort, with a noticeable vein running down the length of his shaft.

I blushed and smiled a little to myself, looking at the light pink color of his tip, and I found myself telling him my thoughts before I had the chance to put my filter back into place. “Your tip’s a pretty color.” I muttered.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, his grin widening before he let out a light laugh. Andrew had always been quite confident of his cock, but the color of his glans had clearly never crossed his mind. It was a light rosy color, pinker than the rest of his pale skin, with a rather decent ridge. “Ah, thank you…” he replied quietly, his eyes raking over the rest of my body. I felt a little rush of shyness, as I’d never had two people looking at me like this before, and it suddenly occurred to me exactly how intimate the situation I was in had become.

Andrew seemed to pick up on his, as he grabbed my hands gently and tugged me forward, his smile becoming smaller and more tilted again, akin to a smirk. “No need to be nervous, love, just… Enjoy the experience. I most certainly am.”

I sucked in a breath and let it out in an effort to calm myself down, and smiled slightly at him. “Mhm, you’re right…” I breathed out, and moved myself over him, my hips hovering just above his cock. It stood strongly upright, perpendicular to the rest of his body, and I watched his breath catch in his throat as I moved just above him. He swallowed and looked between my face and my hips, eyes wide, face flushed.

“May I?” I whispered, and he nodded quickly, his expression turning to something like desperation.

“ Please, god…” he replied, his voice almost inaudible.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and sunk down onto him, a gasp escaping me at the sudden stretching I experienced. I realized rather quickly that I had moved too fast, and his fingers immediately moved up to my hips and gripped them with bruising force, with his head falling back and a quiet groan escaping his lips.

“Jesus– Inconsolable weeping christ -” he growled out, his eyes squeezing shut, his voice tight. I let out a huff and closed my own eyes for a few moments, and sighed out, resting my hands over his own large ones, still gripping my hips.

“That’s a new one,” I breathed out, beginning to slowly move myself up and down, the muscles of my thighs tensed. I let my head fall back for a few moments before my neck craned forward, the other way. “Care to explain?”

Andrew's breath hitched and a frustrated look crossed his face, his fingertips digging into my flesh again. “Not the time for small talk.” he growled, then took in a long breath. “Fuck, relax , goddamn it, you’re tighter than a bloody vice.”

I sighed and bit my lip, his mild command only fueling my tenseness in the most positive possible way. I set a rapid pace, wanting more, more, more. More of him, more of whatever this had become.

I inhaled sharply and tightened my hands over his own, both of us holding each other tightly. The muscles in my legs strained over his hips as I rocked on top of him, and I saw veins bulging in his forehead. I looked down at where the two of us met, and I saw his cock slipping in and out of me, and my gaze was fixated on the sheer satisfaction of seeing that.

The bed dipped behind me, and I felt a pair of hands place themselves at the base of my neck, then dip down and brush over my shoulders. The light touch gave me goosebumps and I shuttered, swallowing hard.

Alex’s voice sounded quietly from behind me, directly into my ear. “You do look remarkably tense, doll.” he purred. “Do our Andy a favor here and just… Let the feelings run through you, don’t try and force it.” His lips met my shoulder after he’d finished speaking, and his hands, lithe and flexible, found their way to just under my breasts.

He began to massage the flesh as he placed gentle kisses on the nape of my neck, running his nose from the base of my neck up to my hairline. I groaned quietly and leaned back, my head pressing against his collarbone, his body supporting me.

The action of leaning back while still bouncing on top of Andrew caused his cock to hit just the right spot while inside of me, and I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

I clenched around him again and his hips jerked up, a loud cry escaping his mouth. “Fucking christ, you’re going to– God fucking damn it, you’re so good, sweetheart, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Just– fuck , good girl, just like that.” he rasped, his voice strained and hoarse.

Alex nuzzled into my skin from behind, his fingers dancing up further onto my breasts, his hands cupping them as he began to massage more deeply. My nipples sat squarely in the palm of his hand, and he let out a low hum of approval against my skin as Andrew stuttered. “Look at him.” he whispered. “You’re doing so well for him. He’s barely even able to speak. That’s all you, babe.”

whimpered and a tight expression came across my face, my eyebrows pinched together in the middle, eyes clenched shut, my jaw tight. I bit back a moan and Alex tutted behind me, pinching my nipples.

“You sound so lovely when you make noises for us, don’t hold back, honey.” he cooed, and my brain melted at his words. I let out a guttural cry, my pace quickening atop Andrew. Our hips rutted together and I heard him let out a groan from below me, his breath rasping. I opened my eyes and looked down at him beneath me, his face twisted up.

“Jesus fucking ever-loving christ , oh my God . Exactly like that, love, you’re– you’re so– Fuck !” He exclaimed, and his back arched up off of the bed.

I gasped and threw my head back, my eyes fluttering shut again as he pushed himself further up into me, pressing hard against me. He gasped in a few breaths and continued rutting into me, babbling with his face twisted up. “I’m– Christ, I’m coming– I– God .” He sputtered, his fingernails digging into my skin.

I let out another whimper and threw my head back onto Alex’s shoulder, and he let out a low chuckle and pinched my nipples in between his fingertips once more, rolling them between his fingers. He removed one of his hands and moved it to the back of my head and gently pulled on my hair, moving my head to the side as he lightly bit me just above my jugular vein.

My pace on top of Andrew became uneven and slower, my muscles spasming and shaking as the spring in my abdomen which had been coiling tighter and tighter this whole time finally released. I whined and clenched my thighs around Andrew’s hips, coming to a standstill as waves of fiery pleasure ripped through my body. I gasped in a few breaths and collapsed against Alex, my breaths coming in slow heaves.

Alex let out a low chuckle and nuzzled into the crook of my neck for a moment, then pulled away slightly to speak. “You smell delightful . Like sex. Very good sex, at that.”

I let out a breathy noise, my throat dry, and took a few deep breaths before I slowly lifted myself off of Andrew. He let out a small whimper at the loss of the warmth surrounding him, and I collapsed backwards onto Alex with my full weight. He laughed slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to my temple after maneuvering me to turn to face him.

“Catch your breath, darling.” he cooed, wrapping his arms around me and running the tips of his fingers up and down my spine. “You were absolutely fantastic. Andrew’s basically just a pile of flesh and bone now.”

Andrew gave a breathy laugh and moved his hands behind his head, his elbows bent up. “Have fun watching, then, Alex?” He teased, a smile on his face.

Alex smirked and sighed out, pretending to mull over the question, then nodded. “A lovely time, as a matter of fact.”

They both laughed together and Andrew slowly sat up, hoisting himself off of the bed and rather standing next to it. I was still collapsed against Alex and he hummed and pressed a gentle kiss just behind my ear before laying me down on the plush mattress of the bed, stomach down.

He began to press small kisses against my skin, starting at the tip of my ear, then moving slowly down to the nape of my neck. I let out a heavy breath as he kissed my skin, feeling his hands gently hold my waist from above. His lips ran down my spine until he reached just above my hips, where he stopped and moved back up again.

Andrew sat back down on the bed next to where I was laying and intertwined his fingers through my hair and let out a long sigh, carding through the thick mass of hair atop my head. I hummed contentedly and allowed my eyes to flutter shut, taking a few deep breaths. We sat contentedly for a few minutes like this, and I caught my breath.

Alex’s hands eventually gave my waist a squeeze and he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “You ready?” He questioned, and I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded. Round three. I couldn’t say I was any type of upset about the prospect. I slowly sat up and turned around to face him, and he chuckled and shook his head.

“No need to face me. Lay down at the end of the bed, love, your head at the foot of it.”

I raised my eyebrows and then gave him a questioning look, confused as to why he could possibly want me there. “Why… For what?” I slowly asked.

He shrugged and smirked at me. “I’d just like to try something, yeah? Is that alright?”

I sighed and thought about it. What could he possibly want to try? The possibilities, frankly, seemed endless. It couldn’t have been anything too extreme, I was sure he’d be aware not to do anything ridiculous. It was already insane enough to have agreed to a threesome on a whim, at what was just meant to be a houseparty.

I sighed again and swallowed hard, putting aside my trepidation and allowing excitement to take over instead. “Yeah, alright.” I replied quietly, and made my way slowly to the end of the bed, laying down the way he’d instructed me to.

I watched Andrew get off of the bed and stand aside, looking at Alex expectantly, almost as if waiting for an instruction. Alex smirked and moved to kneel in between my legs, gently resting a hand on one of my ankles.

“May I?” he asked, his other hand resting on my upper thigh. I nodded and he slowly moved closer to me, my legs spreading out beneath him. His head came to press against my entrance and I sucked in a breath a little.

Andrew laughed quietly and kneeled on the ground at the foot of the bed, his hands resting on my shoulders, his thumbs moving to massage small circles into my muscles. “Ah, darling, relax, you’ve been so tense this whole time. Believe me, if you say the word, all this can stop or change in some way. Your consent, explicit consent , is what makes this fun, hm?”

I took a deep breath and nodded, swallowing hard again. A small smile appeared on my face. “Yeah, sure. You’re– no, you’re right.”

He nodded affirmatively from above me and let his hands rest gently on my shoulders even as the motions of his massaging stopped. I looked up at Alex, waiting for his movements.

“We good?” He asked quietly, his expression full of anticipation and excitement. I nodded, and his hands came up to grip my hips gently, and he was careful to make sure that his fingers did not touch the points at which Andrew had so deeply pressed into earlier that evening. He was more careful, slower about these things than Andrew tended to be. The way they contrasted each other was lovely, especially in this situation.

I felt Alex’s hips move forward, pushing his cock into me slowly. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as he buried himself into me, and I let out a heavy breath. I hadn’t taken much time to properly look at his cock, but based on the feeling, I could tell it was slightly thicker in diameter, about the width of his two thumbs put together side by side, and it stretched me slightly more.

I jolted a little as he slowly pulled back out of me, and he tutted under his breath. “Doll, you– fuck– god, you’re lovely, but you need to be still . I need you to be still for me, okay?” He murmured, and nodded towards Andrew.

I was confused about his nod towards Andrew until his hands gently came down to hold my wrists and pull my arms above my head.

Alex smiled a little, satisfied, and looked down at me, his hands more firmly holding my hips against the mattress. “Is it alright if we hold you like this, love?” he murmured, and I gulped and nodded. Ah, this is what he meant by try something. I didn’t mind at all, I was just surprised momentarily.

“Yes, this is fine. It’s definitely alright.”

His smile grew a little larger and he nodded decisively. “Good. You say anything at all about it, and we’ll stop. One word is all you need to say.”

“Got it.”

He set a comfortable pace, not necessarily slow, but not horribly fast either. He found a comfortable middle point that seemed to be working well for both of us. His hips snapped against mine, and I found myself squirming beneath the pressure of his hands on my hips and Andrew’s hands holding my wrists above my head.

I arched my back a little, rather unsuccessfully, and let out a pant. “Oh, god.” I whined, feeling a twisting in my stomach.

“Ah– darling, you’re doing so well. Fuck . Absolutely– absolutely amazing.” He rasped, his head falling back for a moment as we both became engulfed in the sensations of it all. His hands tightened slightly for a moment as he buried himself into me over and over again, rutting his hips into mine.

I continued to squirm, and Andrew chuckled lightly from behind and leaned over me to give my jaw a kiss and a nip. I let out a strangled noise and he ran his nose over my neck, Alex rubbing his thumbs in circles against my skin.

He pulled my hips down harder onto his, seating himself back on his haunches as he found a comfortable, but faster, pace. “How are you feeling, love?” he breathed out, his head falling forward with pleasure, his eyes closing for a few moments.

I tried to string words together to properly form a sentence, but what came out amounted to what I could only describe as a whimpering type of moan. “I– Fine– Yes– oh, god. ” I almost sobbed, every sensation just piling on top of the one before it. I wanted so badly to move against him and make my clit rub up against his flesh properly, desperate to cum, yet I was being held down rather firmly.

He huffed out a response, his jaw clenching for a moment, the muscles in his neck straining. “ Christ , doll, you’re– god– Use your words. I don’t know what you need if you can’t say it, love.” he stuttered in between thrusts.

I whined and pressed my head firmly against the mattress, causing my neck to arch upwards. “I– fucking Christ – I want to cum–” I whimpered, my chest heaving. “Please?” I questioned, and he let out a low growl after I said please, his speed picking up rapidly.

“Good girl. Use your words.” He panted, his hands moving roughly down from my hips to my thighs, holding them in place around his waist as he set a brutal, but immensely satisfying pace.

I gasped in, then let out a cry, my body quaking beneath his as he drove himself in and out of me, almost frantic in his movements.

“ Christ almighty– Alex, god . Oh fuck, just like that, just there.” I gasped, my wrists straining against Andrew’s grip. He chuckled a little bit more darkly and leaned forward to kiss my forehead and then moved to nip at the tip of my ear.

“You sound nice, love. Especially with his name in your mouth, you know?” he muttered quietly, his thumbs moving in circles around my wrists.

A shiver went down my spine and a pool of fire started gathering in my stomach, and I almost sobbed again at the feeling of everything. Alex continued to slam into me, his pace unrelenting. I gasped in a breath, convulsing around him, my brain going fuzzy and my vision feeling starry as I toppled over the cliff I’d been teetering on and into the valley of my orgasm, panting and moaning beneath him.

He let out a deep, passionate sound, and his hands clutched my thighs and he stilled me. His pace stuttered and slowed down, until he stopped and threw his head back.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he growled. “You are really something else.” he slowly pulled out of me and both of their hands came off of me, and I melted into the bed, my breathing heavy.

I didn’t think I’d ever felt so spent, yet so satisfied in my entire life. I sighed out and propped myself up on my elbows, slowly. I glanced around myself. Alex had collapsed backwards onto the bed and Andrew wasn’t too far off, sitting in the armchair in one corner of the room, his breathing gentle. I laughed lightly and collapsed backwards again, shaking my head in disbelief.

Andrew stirred after a few moments and walked over to me, offering a hand. “Come on, love, let’s get you clean and comfortable.” he muttered, a gentle smile on his face.

I took his hand and stood up, sighing gently. “I suppose that is the correct course of action.”

He took me to the bathroom and started the shower for me, giving me soap and helping me into the tub, since my muscles were immensely weak and immensely sore at the time. That’ll happen when you do… whatever that was.

His hands ran through my hair gently, with shampoo and conditioner to get it washed properly. Andrew had a lot of hair, he knew how to handle the basics. He had to or else he’d look absolutely horrific all the time.

Around half an hour later, we’d both managed to get clean, and soon enough, he’d managed to kick Alex out of the guest room to go get cleaned up as well. I curled up in the bed, wearing one of Andrew’s shirts as pajamas, and let out a deep sigh.

We each went our separate ways that night for sleeping, as Andrew had purchased a needlessly large house for himself, and went to bed. It was some of the best sleep I’d ever had in my life.

The next morning, as I was walking out of his home, I turned to him and laughed a little. “Same time next week?”

Summary:

Andrew's on tour, and the two of you are... Antsy, to say the least. Enter: back-stage blow job!

I lick slowly up the shaft, starting just above his balls with the tip of my tongue on the underside of his cock and the large vein running up the center of it. I have a thing for that vein, it’s just kind of nice.

Andrews breath hitches, his hands immediately coming down to grip the base of my head. “Fuck, that’s… Darling, we’ve got ten minutes or less before encore, you can’t be teasing me like this–”

I giggle and look up at him, his tip brushing against my cheek when I move my head to look upwards. “Only need three of those, darling .”

He lets out a groan that’s almost akin to a growl, and I laugh a little. “Shush. You’ll be on stage on time, I promise. Lemme work my magic.”

Andrew laughs a bit himself and rolls his eyes. “You mean your mouth …”

I shrug. “Same difference, when it comes to you.”

I’ve loved this cock, worshipped this cock since we’ve been together. It’s perfectly long and wide for me, fits perfectly in my mouth and feels heavy against my tongue, and stretches me just enough without being uncomfortable in my cunt. I’ve been following him around on the road for the past eight months, and we’re both fiending for his next break. We’re both sexually starved, and have little to no privacy most of the time. Leading to moments like these.

Moments where I drag him to the back of the venue in between the main show and the encore, drop to my knees, and worship his cock as much as I can in as little time as possible. His words of encouragement , you could say, help with the whole timing thing.

He’s getting desperate now, and nervous. Music is his first love, unfortunately for me, and if it comes down to it, he’ll go out on stage with a raging boner rather than be late because he was getting a blowjob to fix the aforementioned boner.

I lick up his shaft again, a bit more quickly now, and over the tip roughly. His fingers wrap around my hair, tugging slightly, and I open my mouth and take him into my mouth, my lips suctioning around him. Andrews breath hitches and he lets out a low pitched whimpering noise, and I can’t help but laugh around him slightly.

He gently pushes my head forward, urging me to move , that there’s only a few minutes. I intend to make as much use of those next few minutes as I can. “Baby, I love you, but please, we need to make this quick.”

I hum around him and bob my head up and down, my tongue swirling over the tip when I move backwards towards his head. The third time I lick his tip, his hips jerk forward into my mouth, and I’m thrown off a little. We have a code, though, and he checks to see if I’m tapping his left thigh to stop.

I’m not. I’m tapping his right thigh. I’m good. Keep this going. Andrew sighs out and runs his other hand over my cheek, nodding as he looks down at me. “Sorry about that, baby.” he murmurs. “Fuck, you take me so well. Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. You’re so good with it, y’know that?” The words tumble out of his mouth, like he can’t help it. Even when stressed, the man can’t hold back praise.

I resume my movements, sucking him off as quickly as possible. My head is moving quickly, and my hands are gripping his hips to steady the both of us some more.

I glance up, and his forehead is plastered with sweat, his head thrown back. His hair is half out of the shitty ponytail he put it in halfway through the set, and I giggle around him. His gaze snaps down to me, and he raises a questioning eyebrow. “Not the time for giggles, honey.” he rasps.

I shrug and pull his hips towards my face, and he’s hitting the back of my throat now. I pull my lips off of him with a popping noise that is so sinful, even the Devil Himself would cringe at the noise, and look up at him. “Fuck my face?”

Andrew grins and laughs breathlessly, shaking his head. “God, you are unbelievable . But yes, I will happily fuck your face. Be good and quiet, okay, sweet thing?”

He has to tell me to be quiet for both of our sakes. I like to get a bit noisy. I like when he fucks my face. I like when he’s a little mean. What else is there to say? “Mhm, promise.”

He nods and thrusts himself into my mouth again, reaching down and taking my hand in his. His thumb bears down on a pressure point in the middle of my palm as he begins to thrust in and out of my mouth, one that’s meant to help get rid of your gag reflex. I don’t know if it’s the placebo effect or if it legitimately works, but either way, I never gag when he holds my hand that way.

I moan quietly around him, my eyes closing and rolling back into my head. I can hear his strained noises, and the hand not holding my own is cupping the back of my head, holding me close to him, forcing me to stay put.

“Honey, you good?” he asks breathlessly. “Not too much? You’re enjoying this?”

I tap his right thigh again, three times. An enthusiastic yes. He sighs out with what I perceive as relief and keeps fucking my mouth.

Andrews movements become less controlled, his sounds less quiet and carefully measured, his grip around my hair tightening. “You take me so well, darling…” he gasps once, then a few minutes later: “that’s it, suck me off. Good girl. My pretty fucking slut. Mine .”

I moan around him at his words, the way he claims me and calls me his pretty slut. I used to never be into this, but we tried it once before the tour started when he was visiting me back home in Oregon, and now… “You look so fuckin’ pretty down there, God . Such a whore for this cock.”

I move with him, my suction increasing around him, and he sucks in a breath through his teeth. He’s sloppy and I can feel his pre-cum pooled on my tongue, and I know he’s nearly there. I lick his tip roughly, once, twice, thrice, four times, and he spills his cum into the back of my throat. “ Fuck – yes, good girl. You take my cock so well, honey. You look so pretty when your face is full of me. God .”

His hand is on the back of my head, holding my face close to him as he comes into it. His breathing is heavy, and after a few minutes, his grip loosens, and I pull my face away after I swallow everything down.

I lick my lips and look up at him, then stand up as he buckles his belt again. He glances down at his watch and smiles before tucking in his shirt again and walking over to me. “Two minutes left before I go back on. You are as good as you claim.”

I smile at him, triumphant, and he grabs my hips and presses a deep, violent kiss against my lips. My arms drape around the back of his neck, and I press my forehead against his after I pull away, both of our faces flushed.

“You… I wasn’t too much?” he asks quietly, genuine concern in his eyes.

I shake my head quickly, still smiling. “Not at all, baby. I liked that as much as you did, promise.”

He sighs out and nods, a small smile coming to his face again. “Great. Okay.” he breathes, then pulls away from our embrace.

Andrew presses a kiss to my forehead and quickly starts walking back out to the stage, calling out over his shoulder. “Promise you, I’ll make sure I pay you back for that, my love! You won’t go without! See you after the show, love you!”

I giggle and wave him off. “I love you too!” I call out.