Before the sun’s first rays had even ghosted over the horizon, Jamil had decorated the interior of the shop from top to bottom with colorful streamers, heart-shaped pillows and fuzzy throws on the couch, heart-shaped garland wrapped around the railing of the stairs leading up to the next floor. He had started brewing coffee just as the sun peeked up and was able to turn and hand Camia her own cup just as she entered the kitchen.

“Good morning,” he said, giving her a warm smile.

She laughed through her nose, taking the cup from him. “You know, every year I think I’ll beat you awake—”

Jamil laughed. “And every year I just get up earlier.”

Smiling, she rolled her eyes. “I can’t stand you.” Taking her cup with her, she started walking back towards the stairs. “I’m going to water my plants. Don’t you dare finish making breakfast without me.”

“I haven’t even started yet!”

She waved at him over her shoulder before disappearing, and he heard her walk towards the stairs to her garden. Once he was sure she was out of earshot, he hurried to pull out all of the ingredients he would need to start breakfast. He had picked up bread from Selasi yesterday to dip into eggs, fry, and cover with powdered sugar and berries. He had some spiced sausage and fish to roast, and eggs to cook, and just as he started boiling water for tea, Camia returned.

“Jamil.”

He looked up and saw her standing in the doorway of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest, a pout on her face. “Hey, everything’s still cooking!” He gestured at the pans still sizzling around him. “You only said not to finish before you came back.”

Shaking her head, she bumped him with her hip at the stove, taking over the eggs from him as he started on the tea.

A few moments later, they both heard Alec’s door open upstairs, and she ran across the hallway into their room, where Leon was assumedly still sleeping. Not for long, Jamil thought with a quiet chuckle, and from the look on Camia’s face she was thinking the same. Neither of them could make out exactly what Alec was saying, but they could hear Leon’s dramatic moan of protest well enough.

While Alec wrestled with Leon to drag them out of bed, another set of feet came down the stairs, and Jamil turned to look as Asra entered the kitchen, white, curly hair going every possible direction, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Ah! Good morning,” Jamil said, holding out a cup to Asra, who took it with a grateful smile. “Surprised to see you up so early.”

“Well,” Asra interrupted himself with a yawn. “You know what Allie’s like today.”

Jamil did know, as they all did. While he considered himself to be the most romantic person he knew, Alec was probably a close second. Though she never managed to wake up as early as he did, she was just as excited about the day as he was. And judging by the growing sound of her arguing with Leon as they came down the stairs, this year was no different.

“I’m going to throw your gift in the garbage, you pest,” Leon grumbled, their hair loose and in their face as they were practically dragged into the kitchen by Alec.

Alec rolled her eyes, a wide grin on her face as she took in the dishes around them. “Oh, shut up—look! Breakfast is done!”

Before Leon could retort something about not being able to look, Jamil took their arm to lead them to the table, distracting them with a quick kiss on their cheek. They pouted slightly, but gave in, sitting down with Asra on their left, Jamil on their right. Camia and Alec helped bring the food to the table, Camia sitting next to Jamil, and Alec next to her, and then they all dug in.

The food was, of course, delicious, and Jamil tried not to look too proud when it was all cleared away. They all spent a few minutes chatting away and cleaning up, but once the kitchen was spotless, Alec pushed them all into the back room to exchange gifts. She claimed a spot on the floor, Asra next to her, and the other three sat on the couch.

This was probably Jamil’s favorite part. Not even seeing what his friends had gotten for him, but the looks on their faces when he handed them their gifts.

He gave Camia the newest book from a romance series she had been interested in for years—that he had been reading behind her back—and she laughed as she handed him the same book, both of them doubling over against each other on the couch.

“I think we’ve known each other for too long,” he said through tears, and she just continued to laugh, shaking her head at him.

Next, he gave Leon their gift—a new dress he had been working on for a while, a soft green that looked very nice with their skin and their dark eyes, and the fabric was something Leon had picked out themself one day at the market. Their eyes sparkled once they felt the dress and realized what it was.

“I almost completely forgot I picked this out!”

Jamil chuckled. “I thought you would, but better late than never.”

“It’s never late coming from you,” they said, and handed him their gift—small silver hoop earrings that he put on the second he opened the box they were in.

Alec was hard to get to sit still for her gift, but once she did, she almost screamed when he pulled out a new set of bangles, and she immediately put them on, giggling as they jangled around her wrists. She gave him some new colored charcoal, which he was immensely grateful for, as he had been out of his for quite some time.

Last, but not least, was Asra, and when Jamil pulled out a multicolored shawl, Asra and Alec yelled at the same time.

“I figured you needed something to match that, uh, colorful hat of yours,” Jamil explained, as Asra pulled the shawl from him excitedly. Alec groaned dramatically, covering her eyes.

“Jamil, you’re enabling him and his awful fashion sense!”

Asra stuck his tongue out at her, spinning around in his new shawl, a bright smile on his face. “He just likes me better.”

As the two of them started to bicker, Jamil laughed, standing from the couch. By now, the sun was steadily rising in the sky, and the sounds of the city outside were getting louder by the minute. He was still in his sleepwear, which was really just a pair of old pants, and he went back upstairs to change for the day.

Humming a waltz softly to himself, and listening absentmindedly to the noise from downstairs, he fished out a light pink sherwani with darker pink and green flowers woven over it, and matching pants and slippers. He ran some oil through his hair and his beard that smelled of jasmine, sandalwood, and vanilla, and pulled up half of his hair, a few strands falling out to frame his temples as the rest still sat on his shoulders.

When he came downstairs again, Camia whistled at him, Leon stretched across her lap. Alec and Asra were back in Alec’s room, judging from the sound of their voices, probably picking out their own outfits for the day.

“I haven’t seen that in a long time,” Camia said, and Jamil nodded.

“It’s hard to find an occasion for it, but today will do.”

Camia opened her mouth to say something else, but a knock at the front door stopped her. Jamil glanced out the front window, seeing the back of a palace carriage waiting in front of the shop.

“Ah, that’ll be for me.” Jamil smoothed down the front of his sherwani. Before walking to the door, he went over to Camia and Leon, pressing a quick kiss to each of their cheeks. “I love you both, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Say hi to Dia for me,” Leon said, and Jamil promised he would.

It was still early enough that the streets weren’t too busy as Jamil rode in the carriage to the palace. He smiled as he noticed the decorations in the square, the marketplace, streamers hung down alleyways and store fronts. He caught glimpses of lovers holding hands in the streets, of families heading to the market to celebrate, and his heart swelled.

He reached the palace in no time at all, and was led to a salon, where his cousin was waiting, though not without stopping a few times to say hello to people he knew throughout. Before even opening the doors to the salon, he could hear music drifting down the hall, Nadia’s graceful piano playing bringing a soft smile to his cheeks.

As soon as he pushed open the doors, she glanced up at him, looking radiant in the morning sun.

“Jamil, good morning.”

“Good morning, Nadia.” He closed the distance between them in a few strides, wrapping her in a warm hug. She let out a noise of surprise, but laughed, and hugged him back. When they let go, she shifted on the piano bench, gesturing for him to join her. He did, nudging her shoulder playfully, and she nudged him back. They both started to play a piece together, neither focusing too much on accuracy, and Nadia turned her head to him.

“How has your day been so far?”

He hummed thoughtfully. “It’s been great. I’m glad we’re able to spend some of it together.”

“I’m glad as well,” she said, smiling. “I know I am in quite high demand these days as Countess, but you’re no easier to get a hold of at times.”

Jamil laughed. “I wish I could disagree with you. But that’s what today is for, isn’t it? To spend time with those who matter most.”

“It is.”

They fell into conversation, still playing at the piano, until they finished their piece and moved to sit on the couches in the salon. Here Jamil was able to pull out the gift he had brought for her, tucked away in a small traveling bag—a few delicate tools for her machinery that she had been lamenting the loss of for months.

Nadia was thrilled, and she marveled over the quality of the tools for a long minute before remembering to give Jamil his own gift. With a clap of her hands, a few servants walked inside the salon, carrying an extremely large canvas.

“Dia, I won’t be able to carry this back to the shop,” Jamil said, shaking his head with a smile.

She waved her hand, and the servants began to flip the canvas so he could see what was on it. “I hardly expected you to. I will have it delivered to the shop. I just wanted you to be able to see it first, and for me to see your reaction.”

Jamil barely heard what she said and didn’t catch the satisfied look on her face as his jaw dropped open when the painting was revealed to him.

It was of him—him, Camia, Leon, and Alec. It looked like a memory, a snapshot of a moment, the four of them performing together in the town square. Sunlight filtered around them, faces artistically blurred as if they were in motion. Jamil could almost hear the song they could have been playing, the sound of the crowd around them.

“How…?”

“I had an artist at one of your more recent performances.” He could hear the smile in Nadia’s voice. “They were instructed to capture as much of the moment in the moment as they could, and then the rest was done from memory. I hope you, and the rest of your friends, enjoy it.”

“Oh, Dia, I love it,” Jamil whispered, swallowing back tears. “They’re all going to love it. Thank you.”

Nadia stood, gesturing to the servants to leave, and they did, but not before leaving the painting propped up for Jamil to stare at. “You’re welcome. It was very hard to keep this a secret.” She leaned gently against his arm, and he smiled, still looking at the painting.

“I can’t imagine.”

They heard a clock chime, and Jamil jumped slightly, wiping at his eyes.

“Gods, I hadn’t realized I had been here for so long already.” He glanced out the window at the sun already high in the sky.

“And here I thought I had managed to dodge the predisposition to engage in long-winded talks that runs in our family,” Nadia said, dryly, and Jamil laughed.

“No, unfortunately that’s impossible to get around, Countess,” he teased.

They hugged once more before he left, and he accepted her offer of taking another carriage back into the city, especially as it had only gotten more crowded since he arrived. As he told the driver his next destination, a warm feeling started to grow in his chest. Now, he only had one more gift left to give, and it was the most important one of the day.

✨Timeline Split✨

@atypicalacademic​‘s Haider — Everybody Needs A Home

@asras3rdeye​‘s Oz’mandias — Ocean In My Veins

@valhallanrose​‘s Tamryn — When I Take Your Hand

“Morning, Leon.”

They just grunted in response, wrapping their legs around his to hold him in place, not wanting to lose his warmth against them.

“You know I have to get up eventually.”

“No,” they whined, nuzzling into his neck. “Stay with me.” They felt his hand trail down their back gently, so they knew he had no real intention to get up, but they weren’t even going to give him the option. With a low grunt, they swung their weight over him, effectively pinning him under them.

Tamryn laughed, both of his hands running over their back as Leon rested their head on his chest. “We both have to get up; we do have plans today.”

Lee ignored him in favor of pressing light kisses to his collarbone, creeping up his neck.

“Jamil will be coming back to—” Tam’s breath caught as Leon’s tongue grazed his skin. “To tell us to get up, and—” He cut himself off with a barely concealed moan as Leon tugged on his earlobe with their teeth.

“And?” Leon teased, shifting in their blankets to prop themself on their elbows, noses brushing.

“I don’t remember,” Tamryn whispered, and Leon kissed him, satisfied with their successful distraction.

The two of them kissed lazily for a moment, and Tam’s hands had just started to tangle in Leon’s hair when they both heard Jamil enter the bedroom, and he laughed as he approached them.

“Good morning, you two.” Leon heard him set something down on the nightstand, and the smell of chocolate wafted over to the bed. Jamil sat on the bed with them, his hands cupping each of their faces. “Don’t you look comfortable.”

“We are,” Leon said, giving Jamil a smug look as they laid their head next to Tamryn.

“What’s that I smell?” Tamryn asked.

“Hot chocolate. I figured you two would like something warm to wake up with.”

Tam sat upright, causing Leon to roll off of him with a grumble. “Oh, yes!”

Stubbornly, Lee refused to sit up, burying their face into the pillows even as Tamryn and Jamil started to drink.

Once it seemed like Jamil had finished his cup, judging by the empty clink it made when he set it back down, he cleared his throat and spoke. “Well, I know we planned to go out today, but it snowed pretty heavily last night, so instead it seems like we have—”

“A snow day?” Tamryn finished, and Leon could hear the smile in his voice. “That won’t be so bad.”

“Are you sure? I know you were looking forward to a day out.”

“There will be other days. Besides,” Tam’s hand landed on Leon’s head, and he softly stroked their hair. “Someone was trying to get me to stay in bed anyway.”

“Hm, I never would have guessed.”

Leon’s voice was muffled from the pillows. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Lee, why don’t you drink your hot chocolate before it gets cold?”

They wanted to argue, but instead they sat up, holding their hand out for the cup. Before Jamil could hand the cup to them, Leon leaned forward, and something brushed against their forehead.

“Wh—” They jolted back, holding their hand in front of their face. “What was that?”

Jamil chuckled, reaching out to take Leon’s hand and guide it back to whatever they had just touched. Just as their fingers grazed over familiar leaves, he explained; “It’s mistletoe. I hung it this morning before I got up, as sort of a surprise.” They heard his voice lift as he teased them. “From the way I found you two a moment ago, I thought you had discovered it already.”

“Oh.” A sly smile spread over Leon’s face. “As if I needed a reason to kiss either of you.”

Before Jamil could say anything else, they were kissing him, tasting the hot chocolate he had drank on his tongue. The blankets slid off of their shoulders, but Jamil’s arms wrapped around them instead, holding them close to his warm chest—though he had put on a shirt since leaving the bed, Leon noticed with slight disappointment.

When they pulled back, Leon smiled, kissing Jamil’s cheek. “That hot chocolate did taste good.”

Laughing, Jamil shook his head, and Leon felt one of his hands leave their back as his attention turned to Tamryn, who had shifted closer to the both of them. “Your turn, baby.”

Leon leaned their head against Jamil’s shoulder as they listened to the other two share their own kiss. Lee felt Tam’s hand seek theirs out, and took it, pressing their lips to the back of it. It was moments like this that Leon liked the most, none of them being rushed to go anywhere or do anything, where they could savor each little touch and kiss and word that passed from their lips like nothing else.

“We don’t have to get up yet, right?” Leon pursed their lips into their best pout, hand dipping under Jamil’s shirt to run across his chest. They knew their fingers were cold, and he only confirmed it with a shiver, though he didn’t move away. “Since it’s a snow day, and all.”

“Hm.” Jamil pretended to think about it, and Leon knew he was pretending because his hand was starting to dip further down their back. “I don’t want to spend all day in bed, Leon.”

“No, of course not. Neither do I,” Leon lied, and they heard both Jamil and Tamryn snort. “But… just for a little longer?”

When they were all undressed, Jamil put a hand on each of their chests. “You both want attention from me, hm?”

“Yes,” Tamryn sighed, as Leon nodded, a sly smile on their face.

“What gave that away?”

Jamil pushed them both onto the bed. “Turn around, both of you.”

They listened, though Tamryn did it faster than Leon. Jamil went to a chest they kept tucked away in their room and came back to them with a bottle of lubricant and two plugs, both of them magical in nature. When the center of the plug was tapped, vibrations would pulse through the plug. Tap again, and the vibration would increase.

Setting those aside, he put lubricant on his hands, and starting to finger both of them, working them open maybe just a little more roughly than usual, until he could slide the plugs inside. Both Leon and Tamryn moaned, rocking back into his touch, and when he turned the plugs on, they gasped.

He tapped Leon’s plug a few more times, until they had their face pressed into the sheets, shaking and crying out against the vibrations of the plug. “That’s for starting this,” Jamil said, pressing a quick kiss to their tailbone before turning to Tamryn.

“As for you…” He made Tam turn towards him again, pushing his blond hair out of his face. “Let’s put that mouth to better use, baby.” As Tam nodded, Jamil guided him to his dick, and closed his eyes for a moment as Tam’s mouth wrapped around him.

He moved his hips slowly, rocking with Tamryn as he sucked him off, and tugged gently at his hair. His irritation was already gone, much too focused on how good it felt to have himself in Tam’s mouth, but that didn’t mean he was going to back down. No, he had plans, and he fully intended on completing them, now that he had both of them underneath him.

“You look like you want to say something.” He pulled Tamryn off his dick, and he wrapped his arms around Jamil’s shoulders immediately, kissing his skin. “What do you want, Tam?”

“I want you to fuck me, please.”

Jamil tensed, but ran his hand down Tamryn’s back until it reached his ass and gave it a squeeze. “I hope you know what you’re getting into, baby. Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

Tamryn pressed into him, kissing just behind his ear, and Jamil felt his legs go weak. “I will, I promise.”

With a grunt, Jamil pushed him flat onto the bed, and his hand went between Tamryn’s legs to tease at the plug, pulling it out slowly. Tamryn bit his lip as it came out, but he was quick to recover, grinding his hips towards Jamil.

Pouring some of the lubricant on his dick, Jamil lined himself up with Tam’s ass, lifting his hips up. As he slid into Tamryn, Leon sat on his side, hand creeping down Tam’s stomach, touch teasing and light.

Jamil started slow, thrusting gently into Tam. “Does that feel good, baby?”

Tamryn nodded, voice hitching on every thrust. “Mm, yes.”

Jamil hummed. “I didn’t catch that.” He leaned forward, and Tam whined as Jamil pressed deeper inside him. “Answer me properly.”

“I—” Jamil watched as Leon’s hand stroked Tamryn’s dick, and Tam’s hips bucked. “I-it feels good, it feels really good.”

“What does?” Leon asked, his thumb tracing circles around the tip of Tam’s dick, toying with his piercings. “Me, or Jamil?” He had a shit-eating grin on his face, and Jamil clicked his tongue, reaching out to tug gently on Leon’s hair, pulling a low moan from them.

“Don’t tease him, Lee, you still haven’t convinced me to take that plug out of your ass.”

As he spoke, he trailed his hand down until he had reached the plug, and tapped it twice, smiling as the vibrations ramped up inside of Lee. Leon cried out, collapsing across Tamryn’s chest. Their whole body shook, the vibrations only growing, and they panted into Tam’s skin as Jamil continued to fuck him.

Eventually the vibrations subsided, and Leon went back to stroking Tamryn’s dick, littering kisses and light nips all over his chest and shoulders. Tamryn moaned, bucking his hips into Jamil’s as he fucked him, hand tangled in Leon’s hair.

“Such a pretty dick, baby.” Jamil murmured, watching as Leon’s hand moved, covering Tamryn’s dick with lubricant and his own precum. “Don’t you think so, Lee?”

“I wouldn’t know.” Leon’s mouth closed over Tamryn’s nipple, and Jamil could tell from the way Tam gasped that Leon had bit him. They pulled back, licking over the mark they had just left. “It sure feels nice in my hand, my mouth, and my ass though.”

Jamil laughed, stopping his movements. He ignored Tam’s desperate whine to pull at Leon’s hair again. “Why don’t you take his pretty dick up your ass, hm?”

Leon grinned, straddling Tamryn almost immediately, whose breath hitched as he felt them over him. They rested their hands on his shoulders and wiggled their ass towards Jamil.

“Take it out for me?”

He reached out to remove the plug, but not before tapping it again, and he laughed lightly as Leon almost screamed against the faster vibrations, their arms shaking. Before they had a chance to adjust to the new level, he pulled the plug out of their ass, turning it off completely. “How’s that?”

When Leon regained his breath, he could only manage a broken “fuck you,” before he guided himself onto Tamryn’s dick.

They both inhaled sharply as Leon sank down, but once he settled in place his hands felt out Tam’s face and pulled him up for a kiss, grinding his hips against him slowly. Jamil adjusted his grip on Tamryn’s legs before starting to thrust into him again, and he heard him gasp as he made out with Leon, both of their breaths labored.

“Ah, shit—” Tamryn’s hands moved to grip Leon’s hips, holding them as they fucked themself on his dick. “You feel so good—both of you do.”

Leon laughed, though it broke as he took Tamryn deeper inside himself, and tossed his hair over his shoulder, letting it trail down his back. “You feel good, too, sweetheart.”

Tamryn propped himself on his elbows to reach up enough to kiss Leon, and they cupped his face, tongue slipping past his lips as they rocked together.

The three of them fell into a familiar rhythm, moving together on the bed at a pace that built the longer they went on, until the bed was creaking below them, the frame shaking. Soon enough they were all sweating and panting, faces flushed. Jamil felt sweat trickle down his back as he fucked Tamryn and could see Tamryn’s skin glistening with his own sweat. Leon’s hair was sticking to his back and Jamil’s chest from their sweat, and their arms shook as they held themself over Tamryn.

Adjusting further, Jamil’s fingers dug into Tam’s legs, and he heard a choked whine escape him as Jamil’s dick continued to move in and out of his ass.

“Are you crying, darling?” Leon’s voice came in gasps, but he stroked Tamryn’s cheek with his thumb, and Jamil watched as he wiped away a tear. “Does it feel that good?”

Tamryn opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out of his throat was a desperate keen as Jamil thrust deeper into him. As he thrust deeper, that made Tamryn’s hips move higher, and Leon moaned, digging his nails into Tam’s shoulders, dragging them down his chest.

“What do you think, Lee,” Jamil murmured into their ear, keeping his pace up as he teased them. “Does it feel that good?”

It was Leon’s turn to cry out wordlessly as they continued to ride Tamryn, matching Jamil’s pace as they bounced in his lap.

“Which one of you is going to come first, hm? You’re both so close.” Jamil knew he was also close, but he could hold out a little longer, until one or both of them came. “I don’t think either of you can keep this pace for much longer—how about this—” He pressed closer, watching both of their faces as he spoke. “Whoever comes first has to put their plug back in and just listen to me fuck the other senseless. You can’t touch yourself and you can’t come, you just have to listen.”

Both Leon and Tamryn moaned, and he felt them shudder as he kept moving, both of them fighting to hold back.

“Th-that’s not fair,” Leon whined, though his voice pitched as a harder thrust from Jamil sent Tamryn’s hips up into him.

Jamil pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Don’t come then.”

They both held out longer than he had expected, his plans evidently enough of a threat for them both to deny themselves. However, he knew neither of them could hold out for much longer.

Leon was leaving thin red lines from his nails down Tamryn’s chest as they fucked themself on him, and Tam’s hands were gripping Leon’s hips so tightly, his knuckles were white. Both of them were breathing shallow, and just needed a little bit of push to topple over the edge.

Jamil was at his own edge, and he decided to let go, knowing that would only help stimulate Tam even more. As he came inside Tamryn with a grunt, Jamil leaned forward and bit down on Leon’s shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to make a shiver run down their spine, that last bit of stimulation that they needed to reach their climax.

“F-fuck, no—” Leon cut himself off with a strangled cry as he came, his release covering Tamryn’s stomach. Though he came first, Tam wasn’t far behind, his legs shaking against Jamil as he came inside of Leon. Of the three, he was much louder when he came, his nails digging into Leon’s hips as he threw his head back into the pillows.

Leon slumped forward, lying on Tamryn as his dick slid out of their ass, both of them out of breath. Jamil pulled out of Tamryn and watched as they kissed, open-mouthed, drinking in as much of the other as they could.

He let them have a moment as he caught his own breath, and then pulled Leon off of Tamryn, pushing them back into the bed.

“Jamil—” Whatever else he was going to say was sure to be a complaint, but Jamil cut it off as he kissed them, and used that moment to slide their plug back up their ass. They dug their fingers into his hair and tugged, biting at his lip, but he moved back before they could draw blood, tapping the plug to turn the vibrations on again.

Leon moaned, bucking their hips towards him. When he didn’t touch them, their hand started to creep down their chest towards their dick, ready to build themselves up again.

“What’d I say? No touching yourself.” Jamil slapped their hand away from their dick. “I’ll tie you up if I have to, Lee.” They grumbled at that, frustration coloring their cheeks, but he continued. “Are you going to be good?”

With a huff, Leon gripped the sheets around him. “I’ll be good.”

“Thank you.” Jamil kissed him once and tapped his plug again before moving back to Tamryn. “Be a good boy—like Tam, right, baby?”

Tamryn nodded, reaching up for Jamil as he pulled him into his lap, peppering kisses to his cheeks. “I’m good?”

“Yes, you are.” Jamil smiled, trailing his hand down Tam’s chest. “My good boy.”

Kissing him, Jamil took Tamryn’s dick into his hand, teasing his slit with his thumb, keeping his other hand on the small of Tam’s back to hold him in place.

One of Tamryn’s hands went to the back of his head, and the other found Jamil’s dick, mirroring Jamil’s touches as they both worked each other until they were hard again. When he felt they were both ready, Jamil laid Tamryn back down on the sheets, and added some more lubricant to his dick before preparing to fuck him again.

“Are you ready, Tam?”

Tamryn nodded, his arms over Jamil’s shoulders, holding him close. “I’m ready.”

Gripping his hips, Jamil pushed into Tamryn, starting off rough, their skin slapping together. Tam cried out with every thrust, digging his nails into Jamil’s shoulders. Just the two of them now, Jamil could press closer, hit deeper, and he took full advantage of how much of him Tamryn could take, lifting his hips off the bed.

“I’m fucking you just how you like it, baby, what do you say?”

Moaning, Tamryn answered him between kisses. “Th-thank you, thank you so much.”

Jamil smiled against his lips. “You’re welcome.”

He could hear Leon next to them, groaning in time with Tamryn as they listened to the two of them fucking, and he glanced over just to make sure they weren’t touching themself.

They were biting their bottom lip almost hard enough to bleed, and their knuckles were white as they gripped the bedsheets, but they weren’t touching themself, and Jamil hummed in approval to himself, turning his attention back to Tamryn as he sped up his pace.

Tam’s face was flushed, and as Jamil moved faster, he whimpered, nails dragging down Jamil’s back.

Jamil kissed his forehead. “You’re being so good for me.” Another kiss between his eyebrows. “So good.”

Legs tightening around Jamil’s waist, Tam tilted his head up, searching for Jamil’s lips. He murmured thanks to him, and Jamil felt him shudder, close to another orgasm already.

He was close too, but not as close. Adjusting his grip on Tamryn’s legs, he pulled him closer, burying his face in Tamryn’s neck. “You can come whenever you want, but I’m going to keep fucking you until I come, okay?”

Tam let out a low moan, but nodded, panting as Jamil continued to fuck him, thrusting harder. A shudder went through his body, and Jamil kept moving as Tamryn came, feeling his muscles contract around him.

Tamryn’s hands came up to cup Jamil’s face, pressing soft kisses to his lips as Jamil brought himself to his own climax a few moments later, coming inside Tamryn again.

Resting their foreheads together, Jamil steadied his breathing, pulling out of Tamryn slowly, lowering his hips back to the bed. Tam tried to reach up for Jamil again, but Jamil kept him down, shaking his head lightly.

“You relax, baby.” He kissed both of Tam’s cheeks and moved to kiss his lips. “You did a good job.”

Tamryn sighed, a tired, but happy smile on his face, even as his heart still raced in his chest. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Jamil’s lips trailed down Tam’s chest, and he smiled when Tam let out a light laugh at his beard tickling his skin. “We can all take a bath in a little bit, okay?”

“Mm, okay.”

Jamil kissed him one more time, gently pushing his hair out of his face before he moved across the bed to Leon. They were breathing hard, and he could still hear the vibrations of the plug inside them.

“Should I help you now?” He hummed, taking in the sight of Leon’s trembling body, blushing down to their chest. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” they said, voice tight.

“Yes, what?”

Leon huffed, shifting a strand of hair from his face, fingers digging deeper into the sheets. With a sigh, Jamil sat back and tapped the plug a few times, bringing the vibrations up higher than they had been the whole night.

A string of curses fell from Leon’s lips as he bucked his hips, back arching off the bed. Precum trickled down the side of their dick, and when Jamil turned the vibrations off completely, there were tears in their eyes.

“Yes, what, Leon?”

“Fuck, please—” Jamil’s thumb stroked the tip of his dick, and Leon gasped. “Mm, yes, please help me, I want to come, Jamil, please—"

Wrapping his hand around Leon’s dick, Jamil kissed him, muffling his moans with his lips, and began to stroke him. He felt one of Leon’s hands tangle in his hair, tugging at it, and watched as their other hand sought out Tamryn’s on the bed, lacing their fingers together. He smiled as Tam pressed kisses to Leon’s fingertips, pulling himself closer to them on the bed.

It didn’t take long for Leon to come, and he came over his stomach and into Jamil’s hand, swearing into Jamil’s mouth as he tightened his grip in his hair.

“Good job, baby,” Jamil whispered, and Leon moaned softly in reply. Jamil kissed his chest and could feel his heart fluttering under his skin.

Jamil sat back and looked at his lovers, both of them covered in cum, but looking very satisfied with themselves, still holding hands. He kissed them both before starting to get off the bed.

“Where are you going?” Tamryn asked, even as Leon turned to curl around him.

“To get that bath set up for us. We’re not going to sleep like this.”

“Speak for yourself,” Leon murmured, his arm resting over Tamryn’s waist.

Jamil laughed, running his hand through their hair as he stood up. “I will carry you to the bath if I have to, Leon.”

Tamryn pouted. “I want to be carried to the bath.”

“Well, I am only carrying one of you, so you two can fight over who gets carried until I come back.”