"You know what's funny," Dear says into the air of their and Lasko's apartment.

Lasko and Gavin shift their attention from the TV, where they were half-paying attention, to the professor. "Hmm?"

Dear narrows their gaze on Gavin. "Lasko has kissed both of us--"

Gavin snickers at the way Lasko's eyes bug out of his head as he splutters in shock. "Wh-where did that come from?"

Gavin smirks at Dear, knowing their little game. "I knowww," he simpers. "Isn't that so unfair?"

Dear nods, mock seriously. "So unfair."

Lasko is just in awe, watching this whole exchange with his jaw slackened.

"Sooo, were you wanting to even the score?" The incubus makes a pretty show of batting his eyelashes at Dear.

"What do you say, Lasko? Are you gonna be fair?" Dear cups Lasko's chin and playfully brushes their lips against their lover's own.

He lets out a shaky breath, but nods anyway, too scared to open his mouth in case a moan slips out instead of actual words.

"Words, baby," Gavin presses a hot kiss against the shell of Lasko's ear. The poor air elemental nearly melts.

"Yeah," his voice wavers as he whispers out, "get even."

"You heard the man," Gavin says to Dear. "Get over here, professor."

Dear can't help but giggle as they get up and make their way to Gavin's lap. Lasko eagerly shifts his whole body on the couch to face the two of them. They don't give him the pleasure of acknowledging him as they begin.

Gavin's hands are planted firmly on Dear's hips as their lips collide... firm lips, hot tongues, heavy breaths, wet mouths... It's euphoric.

"Ah, fuck," Lasko whimpers as he basically leans towards the two melding bodies.

Gavin can't help but let out a little chuckle, therefore allowing Dear to mark his skin with sloppy nibbles down his jaw, down the slope of his neck to his shoulder. Gavin feels his eyes flutter shut at the delicious pain; he finds his fingers digging into their back as he lets his head loll back, wanton moans drifting up to the ceiling.

God, they were good. He basically can't be blamed for rolling his hips up to meet theirs.

The pure pulsing heat of Dear's core meeting Gavin's causes them to drool onto his skin before they urgently return to his mouth.

"Too many clothes," Lasko pants, crawling closer and reaching between the pair. He grabs onto Gavin's cock through his pants, and Gavin bucks harder into his hand. Dear rubs themself on both Gavin's crotch and Lasko's fist, shivering at the difference in textures.

At last, Lasko finds it, the button of Gavin's jeans. He pops it open and pointlessly tries to wriggle the incubus' pants down. Gavin, strong as he is, raises his hips, lifting both himself and Dear up, and he shuffles out of his clothes. Lasko is quick to help Dear take off their pants too.

They take much less time taking off their shirts, and soon it's heated skin against skin as Gavin grinds up into them. Feeling the heavy pulsing cock press into them, Dear knows what had Lasko going back for seconds.

Gavin kisses their shoulders, the delicate action a complete juxtaposition to the merciless thrusts that Gavin is performing downstairs.

"L-Lasko," Dear moans out, their burned-out eyes lock on their boyfriend, "kiss--"

And that's all they need to say before the velvety warmth of his mouth meets theirs. They melt into his mouth and receive three good thrusts before unraveling in Gavin's arms.

With their last ounce of strength, Dear angles Lasko's lips to Gavin, who immediately picks up the mantle. Dear feels Gavin's dick jump inside of them as the two men's sloppy tongues tangle with each other.

Dear helps out, and darkens the marks they already made prior. That's all it takes, and then Gavin shudders, shooting thick ropes of cum up into one of his best friends' partner.

The heavy breathing of the trio slowly settles into playful giggles as the heat of the room fades away.

briefly, cutie wonders if listening to geordi’s thoughts on the drive home from the pool party counts as distracted driving.

with the way geordi’s thoughts were going a mile a minute, they figured it had to. but they just can’t help themselves. after all, what fun is edging someone in a hot tub if you don’t get to hear their slightly frustrated and definitely horny thoughts?

“almost home…finally…i’m in for it when we get home, aren’t i? yeah. definitely in for it. is that a bad thing though? no, good thing. definitely good thing. fuck, i wish we were home already.”

speaking of which.

“yeah, you’re in for it, hon. don’t worry. i won’t tease too much…”

at the sound of cutie’s voice in his head, geordi seema to be reminded that they were still there listening, and laughs nervously. but cutie doesn’t miss the way his thighs tense.

“forgot they were still there…that’s embarrassing…is it though? i mean they’ve already seen me almost lose my mind not twenty minutes ago…oh my god i almost lost it at a party…god, they’re evil…you’re evil, you hear me?…evil…i love you…still evil…”

geordi’s train of thought slowly began to run off the track as they pulled in, nearly incoherent by the time they’re up the stairs and heading inside. cutie only catches brief words in the jumble, one of which is a quiet call of their name. they turn to face geordi- flustered, red-faced geordi, who is so, so close to their face, waiting for them to close the distance between their lips.

and so it begins with a kiss. sloppy, rushed, desperate, and everything geordi wants. he barely even registers that cutie is taking his hand and leading the two of them back to the bedroom until they’re turning him and the backs of his thighs hit the bed. He crumples at that, taking cutie with him as he falls back on the bed. now squarely on top of him, cutie has a perfect view of the way his chest is heaving. his thoughts are finally beginning to come back together now.

“god they’re so pretty…so pretty…on top of me…can’t- o-oh, oh, that’s-“

when they straddle him and take the opportunity to grind down onto him, geordi’s head tosses back and a choked gasp escapes his mouth. of course he’s still sensitive from the devious teasing he’d endured at cutie’s hands. but cutie knew that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“geordi,” they coo at him. “geordi, baby, look at me…”

obediently, his eyes flutter open and find cutie’s, holding their gaze.

“how do you want me?” cutie asks, as if it were some trivial question.

the maelstrom of thoughts and images that flood geordi’s head nearly makes cutie cover their ears reflexively.

“can’t choose, can’t choose…love it when they’re on top of me like this…love it when they’re under me too…or that one time on their side, oh…oh god, or their mouth…no, no, want them close…need this, need them…just like this…on top of me…”

cutie has their answer. geordi only watches like a lovestruck idiot as they pull their shirt over their head, climbing off of him briefly to shed the rest. he takes the hint after they climb off, though, shucking his own clothes and discarding them on the bedroom floor along with theirs. the moment they were both finished, cutie is all over him, straddling him, pressing their lips to his hungrily.

their lips travel down his jaw, over his neck, and geordi grips their hips tight.

“god, they know what that does to me…i know they know…fuck, but it’s so hot…love them like this, love their body, love them. love you-uoh, oh, fuck-“

“love you too,” cutie replies out loud without thinking, the words murmured against the skin of his neck just before their teeth turn it dark and mottled with love bites. it almost distracts him from the sudden, overwhelming feeling of them sinking down onto him.

almost.

a loud cry comes from geordi, his back arching the tiniest bit as his grip on their hips grew tighter. “O-oh, oh, fuck, cutie, th-that’s-“

they don’t bother to let him respond before raising their hips and dropping them. cutie starts a rhythm as geordi’s cries grew louder, a soft moan falling from their own lips at the feeling of him inside them. geordi manages to finish his sentence.

“s-so good, shit…”

“swear I could listen to your sounds all day,” cutie grits out between bounces. “so pretty, sound so pretty for me…”

geordi’s only response to that is a whine, another sound that joins the symphony of heavy breaths and the sinful sound of skin on skin. his grip on them tightens.

“fuck, love it when they call me pretty…”

“yeah, i know you do. that’s why- mm! why i say it. gotta- ah…gotta remind you…”

cutie’s pace is getting faster, and geordi feels his ability to form coherent thoughts slipping away into oblivion.

“l-love you so mu-uh! so much!” he manages.

cutie stares down at him with nothing but adoration in their eyes, soft pants coming from their mouth. “love you t-too, my pretty boy, so p-perfect…”

for geordi and cutie, it feels like the whole world slows, suspends the spinning of her axis just for them. time means nothing when they’re lost in pleasure, and each other. the second it takes for cutie to roll their hips in a way that hits that sweet spot within them and sends geordi’s head reeling at the same time seems to be drawn out into half an hour, every bit of sensation ingrained in their brains. so for the two of them, the sudden tension in their bodies threatening to snap is almost a surprise, something that brings them down from the clouds a bit.

geordi stutters out “close-“ between whines at nearly the exact moment that cutie moans out “fuck, geordi, so close.” say what you want about geordi (granted, probably not without incurring cutie’s wrath), but god, cutie thought, is his stamina amazing.

“it’s- mmh, it’s okay, b-baby, l-let go.”

geordi only nods frantically, hips bucking up into cutie’s in a desperate bid to fall over the edge that he’s been worked up to. and all the while, cutie is lost in pleasure and thoughts of how much they love him, one of their hands smoothing his hair away from his forehead.

it hits them both like a shock straight to the spinal cord. both tense up, cutie trembles, and the debauched sounds from the two of them’s mouths entwine themselves like a pair of ivy vines up a trellis. it’s a good few seconds before they’re coming back from oblivion, pleasure still clouding their minds. geordi’s voice breaks the near-silence, tired but clearly satisfied.

“if this is what comes with pool parties, sign me up for the next one,” he jokes, and cutie swats his shoulder lightly. The gesture is paired with a radiant smile, though. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” is the thought that pushes its way into geordi’s head, echoing in cutie’s voice.

“I love you.”

inspo: @stjerneesooda (14DWY)

ft. a shifted david doodle