#restavelan

sfw-version of the artwork I did for the Gestral Village Anniversary Exchange! The "All you can Kiss"-Buffet for Gustave

Gustave finds Alan trying on a couple of Gustave's collars when he thought he was home alone... Renoir and Gustave had thought Alan didn't want one//like collars on himself, but apparently they were wrong

Gustave may or may not have a plan to let Renoir know their precious lover would like a collar of his own too 🥰

hello once again The 3 men cute and collars coming right up my dear!!!

It had been 3 months since they all moved into the manor together; there were enough bedrooms for each of the men to have their own space, but the bed in the master bedroom was able to fulfil all their needs.

The sun poured in from the window as Gustave started his daily chores. 3 men made a lot of laundry, and keeping on top of it was his primary objective. He was going through the room, making sure he collected everything. he left the master bedroom for last as he knew it wouldn't have a lot of dirty clothes, as they wouldn't normally… well, wear anything in that room.

Today was a chore day, so Gustave was wearing his day collar, a simple black leather collar with a small tag with his name on the front. He was happily making his way to the master bedroom when he saw that the door was ajar. It wouldn't have bothered him as much, but Renoir was currently stuck on a project, and Alan was… actually, he hadn't seen Alan in his normal spots. The man was known for being in the kitchen making the group's meal.

Gustave inched closer to the door, gently placing the basket of dirty laundry down on the floor before he got even closer. When he peeked through, he was surprised to see Alan alone in the master bedroom; part of him wanted to call out and ask what he was doing; he was naturally curious. but when he saw the object in Alan's hand, he stopped himself.

It was one of Gustave's collars, another simple one, a newer one that Renoir gifted him for his birthday and was waiting for a good day to include it during play. but what he finally noticed was the collar on Alan's neck. it was a beautiful tartan collar - it was a softer, more durable fabric Gustave loved to wear during rougher play. it looked so good on Alan; the man's olive skin made it look so much better on him, and Gustave was slightly jealous.

Alan had stated that he had been curious, but didn't know if it was right for him. But here was Gustave, watching Alan try on his collars. It was cute; Gustave's metal hand was holding on the door, but as he got too stuck up on the view, the door creaked, causing Alan to slightly jump and look at the door. Seeing that Gustave was there.

"Gus…Gustave, what…what are you…?" Alan stuttered; he looked embarrassed and shy, trying to take off the collar but struggling with the clasp. Gustave thought it was cute and walked in. The man chuckled at Alan cause he knew that collar's clasp was a little broken and needed an extra set of hands to undo.

"No need to be embarrassed, this collar's a little…." Gustave walked over; Alan shuffled a little to make more space for Gustave to perch just behind him and moved some of his long hair out of the way. Gustave continued as his fingers made for the clasp, sticking out his tongue slightly as he focused on undoing it" …broken and the clasp… there."

"Thank you, Mon Tresor… I…" Alan sighed; Gustave watched Alan as his hand rubbed his neck. must have been a little too tight. Getting the right measurements is important, especially for play.

"You don't need to explain; however, you could have said you actually wanted to try it." Gustave smiled.

"Well, I was worried cause i didn't know where to start and…" Alan was cut off by Gustave, who gently placed his hand on Alan's cheek and kissed his other one. making sure the man was calm and helping slow his beating heart. "No need to panic, we start small and work our way up. A small day collar like the one I have on. I will say the blue tartan looks so adorable on you but too small; we can get the right size, and the softer material can make longer wear more bearable…" Like most of Gustave's conversations, he rambled and educated; Alan made sure to be attentive and take everything in.

Alan then blushed heavily, "And how do we tell Renoir? Do you think he will like that we both like this?" "Mon loup, you know too well that man is far too possessive and the idea of owning us will heaven. His name around your neck will be like honey on his tongue. Now I think we ditch today's plans and bring him in here." "Like now." Alan blushed harder; Gustave found it downright adorable. "Why not? we could suggest you wear it for the whole day and then see if you wanna use it tonight. Plus, Renoir had been stuck in his workshop for 3 days. We should give him a release."

Gustave got up; the bed shifted with the weight being moved and placed a hand through his hair. he looked at the collar that was still in Alan's hand. "Try that one; it's tougher cause its leather, but it's a bigger size for play, try it."

Gustave watched Alan put the collar on. He was right about the size, and while it was simple, it still looked good on him. Gustave leaned down and stole a kiss, letting one of his metal fingers slip under the collar and pulled a little. bringing Alan in closer for a deeper kiss. He could feel the man melt underneath him.

when they parted, Gustave let a hand wander through Alan's hair, reassuring him. "I can go grab Renoir now, or would you like a couple of days before we make a reveal?" Gustave sweetly smiled as he moved his hand out of his hair.

Alan nodded, "Grab him, he probably one with his paint, and I fear we will lose him to a canvas."

Gustave all but chuckled; he did bring the basket from the hallway and shoved it into the corner of the master bedroom before getting their lover.

Gustave knocked on the door to the workshop and slowly opened it. He looked across and saw that Renoir was sitting on a stool over a large canvas. The prediction was right, as the man's shirt was covered in many different shades of paint splattered. Gustave laughed, seeing the state his lover was in, but he needed to get him out. He walked across the slightly creaky floorboards closer to the man.

The older man finally sat up and acknowledged the man who just entered the room. "Oh, Mon ange, I didn't hear you… what time is it?" he said as Gustave got even closer and stole his lips for a kiss.

"It's just after breakfast, which is more the reason why I wanted to come get you… please come, I have something to show you."

"Oh, someone missing my touch." Renoir slipped a couple of fingers under the collar and brought him in; his hand wandered through the man's curls and tugged, possessive and needy.

"You could say that … but it's not just me." Gustave winked, hinting at the other man he knew would be lying on that bed waiting for them to return. "Mon loup too, I've truly let work take over… right?" Renoir let go of the collar and stood up; Gustave turned, expecting Renoir to take his cane as they started to walk out the room. he felt the weight change as he was picked up. he was bridal carried out of the workshop and into the hallway, down to the master bedroom.

Maybe Renoir would throw him onto the bed and ravage him. but he couldn't be too excited with the sight Renoir would walk in on. As they approached the door, Renoir stopped and gently placed Gustave down.

It was Alan, wearing a long white shirt, one of Renoir's, and the collar Gustave recommended. He was sitting on the bed on his knees with his legs slightly spread. Good thing Renoir placed Gustave down; the man's jaw dropped.

Renoir walked in with Gustave behind. "Mon loup… I didn't think." The older man turned to Gustave. "This is why you wanted me to come along."

Gustave smiled and nodded. He knew the older man liked his collars, and collaring anything that was his played into his possessiveness. "Look at my two boys who look absolutely adorable and collared, I must be in heaven."

Gustave moved to sit next to Alan on the bed, the weight moving the mattress slightly. He got close, his metal hand on Alan's thigh as his flesh hand on Alan's cheek, giving the man a quick kiss and tempting Renoir more.

The older man undid the buttons on his red shirt and came closer. "And you two were having fun without me. I've truly left you two to your own devices, and now Mon loup is collared. I've missed a lot, and now I have to take care of you two." Renoir rolled up his sleeves as he climbed in between his lovers.

I’m excited to share my BB pieces for @mollerson ‘s work. It was fun getting out of my comfort zone and trying something new.

And a big thank you Molly for VR working with me. It was a wonderful wild time working on these pieces either you. I do hope we can tinker and dance once more in creative chaos haha!!

Please go read her chapters. Both are M rated.

First: https://archiveofourown.org/works/87948576

ohhhhh one of my fave trios i think i can write a little something update: it was not a little something!! i hope you enjoy how ive taken the prompt

The bedroom was still a mess from the night before, and as always, Alan was the one in charge of cleaning up the bedroom. There were still clothes strewn about the floor from the previous night, and if picking up after one person was enough, 2 others made their own job. He got to work picking up all the clothes he deemed dirty and threw them into a laundry basket.

By the time most of the clothes were placed into the basket, Alan noticed the lack of his own clothes when he went into his drawer and then noticed how many were on the floor. Gustave had been in the right habit of stealing his shirts. Well, with no clean shorts available to him, he decided to take one out from Gustave's drawer.

Alan placed the basket back at the bottom of the bed and made his way to the drawer. He knew there were a couple of shirts that would fit, maybe a little looser than his normal shirts, but for laundry day, it was to be expected.

He knelt and opened the drawer, seeing the normal arrangement of nerdy graphic shirts with science puns and jokes. He hand-rummaged to find something more befitting of his taste, but he knew he didn't have to be picky. But he stopped in his tracks when he felt something hard, and opening the drawer a little more for a better look, deeper inside. There was a little black box. He closed the drawer slightly and took a glance around the room. He knew he shouldn't be snooping. He should just close the drawer and get on with his day but, like most, his curiosity got the better of him. he saw that the bedroom door was slightly ajar but he new that it would creak ever so gently to alert him if someone came in. so, with his need to know what he was getting into, he reopened the drawer and took out the black box out.

Alan sat just next to the bed, crossed-legged as he took the box and took the dive, opening it up to reveal a simple and small diamond encased in a golden cage.

Gustave… he's going to… oh my…

Alan knew Gustave and Renoir had always been a couple, from the day that they all met at that club downtown, where Gustave was the model for the class, and Renoir was overseeing, aiding his students in their works. He remembers the first feeling of the hand on his shoulder, the nervous breath in his ear and the look across the way as Gustave stared and yet nodded so delicately. You couldn't see the movement, but the words that stayed after class echoed in his head for the rest of class.

Ever since then, they became a triad, always seen with the other or both. Here Alan was, about to witness the two people he loved most in the world, finally becoming one.

He knew what he must do, that he must help and aid in his lover's quest. But he needs to try to get Gustave alone to immediately start planning.

It had been a couple of days, and finally, Alan had Gustave alone. They decided to have a small day out for coffee, in a local cafe, but on a day that Renoir would not be able to visit or interrupt the planning. Alan could feel Gustave's foot bump into his shin a couple of times, being a brat and needing extra attention. Alan tried to hold back, not to think about what could happen when they finally got home, but he was sure to teach him a lesson on a different date. However, now was not the time to have those thoughts, and he placed the half-empty cup of coffee down.

"Gustave, love, I have a question?" Alan asked, trying to find a tone that was calm and not at all overly excited about the prospect of what was to come

Gustave raised an eyebrow, probably hoping his little actions had finally gotten him what he wanted, but still curious about where this conversation was going to lead. "Well… what is it, Mon loup?"

"Well, I can't say im acting upon anything here… but I did find something."

"Oh." Gustave's eyes glistened, probably excited about something that Alan doesn't have his mind on at the moment.

"Well, it's something I want to propose to you…" Alan cracked a small smile

"go on…" Gustave's eyes were full of want, a want to know what Alan was suggesting.

"Well, I don't know if you've married with the idea of…" He tried his best to drop the hints, smiling with the knowledge he had.

Gustave started to look frustrated, "Oh, for God's sake, Alan, just spit it out."

"What? I just wanted your engagement…okay fine," Alan finally cracked and let out a laugh, seeing how easy it was to tease Gustave and the way he looked so cute, annoyed. But at the same time, not getting any of the hints being dropped.

"Alan, I swear to god, just tell me." Gustave finally placed the empty cup of coffee down, and his expression changed from cute, annoyed to seriously wanting to know, Alan could tell with the way the man furrowed his eyebrows.

"Oh, don't like being edged like this… okay, okay, I jest, I may have found the ring, Gustave."

Gustave turned red, not angry or annoyed, but more flustered. "You found the ring? the one in my drawer." "I didn't mean to snoop; a certain someone keeps stealing my shirts, and I needed something to wear."

"I don't think myself nor Renoir would have any complaints about you walking around naked."

Alan bit back; he wanted to say something that would have them both running home to take care of… something, however, this was not the time for it. "Gustave, what im trying to suggest is, let me help."

"I… are you sure?"

Alan leaned forward, taking the man's hands in his own, swiping the back of Gustave's hand with his thumb. "Gustave, I love you, and I love Renoir. I would do anything to make you two happy, as you two have made me the luckiest man in the world. Please, I want to make it special."

Alan's eyes darted down for a second before he looked again at Gustave's face. Tears had welled in the man's eyes. It was contrasted by the smile Gustave had on his face. Alan squeezed his hands and laughed. "So I take it, you accept my help…"

"Absolutely."

Days turned into weeks as they planned, they knew it had to be special, and why not have it in the place where they became a full family.

Alan was able to make an invitation for Renoir to host a special class, a special model would be appearing in town for one night, and the model wanted to have a one-to-one class with Renoir Dessendre.

The older man had been sceptical; he had never heard of this man before, but with his two younger lovers pushing for the event, he finally caved and went.

Alan and Gustave had been scheming something; they were always close, especially on days when Renoir could not give them his full attention. He knew they would spend their days kissing, lying in their shared bed. But recently, they have been practically joined at the hip.

He did think it was strange that they really pushed to host this one-to-one class for a model he had never heard of, but clearly, his lovers were more in the know about the wider world and with the way they pleaded with him, how could he refuse?

The day of the class arrived, he kissed both of them and said his goodbyes, making sure that they had some food ready while he was out.

The studio was still dark when he entered. He couldn't get over how much his sat nav tried to make him go in other directions. He was worried he was going to be late for the session due to the traffic. But when he checked, there was no incident on those roads.

When he placed his bag down on the nearby table and switched on the light, he was met with quite a sight.

It was Gustave, dressed rather nicely in that red shirt, that red shirt he swore was his, and the buttons were open to expose most of the chest, and finally, he had tamed those curls in a half-up style but still had a few loose curls to frame his face. But next to him was Alan, dressed similarly. But he was standing more to the side of the pedestal, holding a bouquet.

Renoir was taken aback; he wasn't expecting anything like this, and his heart, for a moment, stopped. Time slowed as he took it all in. Both his loves, all dressed up in a place special to them. In the place where they officially became a unit.

"mon loup, mon tresor… what… what have you two schemed?"

Alan stepped up and quickly fixed Gustave's shirt collar before handing him… something.

Renoir walked closer to the pedestal and took Gustave's hands. "Actually, Alan helped with the scheming, but I have something, something very important to ask. Renoir's mouth hung open when Gustave moved down to one knee and, from the bouquet, pulled out a small black box.

"Renoir Dessendre, will you make me…" Gustave stopped mid-sentence and looked across to Alan, his hand signalling him to come closer. Alan moved closer, and Gustave rummaged around a shirt pocket and brought out another little black box ".... and Alan Durand, will you make me one of the happiest men on the planet?"

He stood there, starstruck.

"Yes, yes to both of you!"