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The sun has recently set, turning the sky outside their balcony windows a deepening purple and brushing the bottoms of the clouds in orange. Lio used to be more attuned to the movement of the sun, feeling the moment that the Earth came between him and the biggest, hottest fire within millions of kilometers. Nowadays, he often doesn't even notice the sun slipping below the horizon, sometimes only realizing that night has fallen when he looks out the window and is shocked by the dark sky.
Individually, either Gueira and Meis on their own would be distracting enough that Lio wouldn't be surprised to miss sunset, sunrise, a burning building, or any number of catastrophes. When they're in the same room, Lio doesn't stand a chance of being able to look anywhere else.
"Can I have a taste?" Meis asks, grabbing the wooden spoon out of the pot on the stove without waiting for Gueira's reply. He licks it, ignoring Gueira's outraged shout. "Needs more spice," Meis declares, dodging around the tiny kitchen island when Gueira tries to grab the spoon back.
Their apartment is small enough that Lio is almost closer to the kitchen than the TV, where he's sitting on the couch with a cup of tea. He's not really drinking it, just warming his hands. It's only autumn, but Lio feels the cold keenly.
Gueira has recaptured the spoon, but hasn't managed to drive Meis out of the kitchen. While Gueira stands in front of the stove, poking at whatever is in the pot, Meis sidles up behind him and hooks his chin over Gueira's shoulder.
"I'm not making it spicy," Gueira grumbles. "You'll be the only one who likes it."
"Then will you warm me up instead?" Meis slips a hand under Gueira's t-shirt, and even from his more distant vantage point Lio can see the tips of Gueira's ears start to go red.
"No distracting the chef," Gueira declares gruffly.
Meis drops a kiss to the side of Gueira's neck, just behind his ear, and leaves the kitchen peaceably enough. He comes over and drops onto the couch, one elbow propped on the back of the couch and angling his whole body towards Lio.
Lio leans closer until he can feel Meis pressed along his side, and the two of them watch the news, volume turned down and the room slowly being cast in a bluish glow as the last of the sunlight drains from the sky. Gueira clatters around the kitchen, muttering and cursing to himself, until he brings out three bowls and hands them out. They have a small dining table jammed up against the kitchen island, but it's currently covered with forms and permits and other paperwork related to Burnish resettlement efforts.
Still used to having to bolt down his food from all their time on the road, Lio eats fast. He makes an effort to slow down and enjoy the meal - Gueira makes simple things, like tonight's rice and black beans, but always well-seasoned. Lio is curious where he learned to cook, since he's by far the best of the three of them, but questions about the past are something that Burnish tend to avoid. Becoming ex-Burnish hasn't changed the habit.
Since Lio finishes eating first, there's nothing to stop him sprawling out across Meis and Gueira's laps, head cushioned on one of Meis's firm thighs and legs splayed over Gueira. Meis finishes eating next and sets his bowl aside, freeing up his hands so that he can trail long fingers gently through Lio's hair.
Finally Gueira finishes and stacks his empty bowl with theirs, leaning back and spreading his arms along the back of the couch.
"Thanks for dinner," Lio murmurs, feeling half-asleep under Meis's soothing touch.
"Yeah," says Meis. "You've got some on your face, though," he adds in a teasing tone.
Lio lifts his head just in time to see Meis reach out and swipe a finger over Gueira's lips. The gesture gets interrupted, though, when Gueira turns his head and captures Meis's finger, sucking it into his mouth. He holds Meis's gaze, and in response Meis slips a second finger into his mouth.
Lio sits up. He doesn't want to miss this.
With Lio perched on Meis's lap, he has a perfect view as Meis presses a third finger between Gueira's lips. Gueira is reddening under their gazes, but shows off how deep he can take Meis's fingers, leaning forward until his lips brush Meis's knuckles.
"Yeah," murmurs Meis, and Lio hums in agreement.
Gueira seems on the verge of squirming, but pushes past his discomfort with being the center of attention and shuffles closer to the two of them. Lio has a perfect view from only centimeters away of the way Gueira's usually fiery eyes start to go half-lidded the longer that Meis fills his mouth.
Meis's front is solid against Lio's back, his slim chest still plenty strong enough to lean back against. Distracted by the show that Gueira is putting on, Lio belatedly notices Meis arranging their legs so that Lio's are splayed wide, hooked over Meis's knees. The new position pulls fabric tight over Lio's stiffening cock just as he glances down and notices that Gueira is hard too.
"I have an idea," announces Meis.
Meis curls a hand over Lio's cock, making Lio gasp and slump back against his chest. Gueira's eyes flutter open and are immediately drawn to where Meis cups the bulge of Lio's cock.
Gueira pulls off of Meis's fingers. "Is it a cocksucking idea?" His lips are shiny with spit.
Meis snickers and opens Lio's pants, getting Lio's stiff, flushed-pink cock out into the cool air of their apartment while Gueira watches eagerly. Lio could do more than just sit on Meis's lap and let himself be manhandled, but right now he likes being taken care of like this. Work has been hard this week - though to be fair it's always hard, but this week in particular Lio has had to do more talking to bureaucrats (exhausting; tedious) and less cleaning up and rebuilding (back-breaking but rewarding).
So Lio doesn't protest when Meis captures his wrists and pins them to his own shoulders, keeping Lio fixed in place and ready for Gueira.
"Go ahead," Meis murmurs, breath ticklish and warm over Lio's ear.
Gueira ducks down, moaning like he's the one getting his dick sucked when he gets his mouth around Lio, a ripple running through his body as he rolls his hips into the surface of the couch. Lio can hear him clearly - can hear Meis's breaths in his ear, his own impatient noises, the quiet electric hum of the fridge, the fabricy rasp of his jeans against Meis's pants when Lio tries to push his hips up.
Meis's grip keeps Lio from moving very far. Before, they couldn't do this often, having to make sure only one person was distracted at a time. And when they might have needing to spring into action on short notice, letting someone use up their strength straining against restraint was a terrible idea.
But right now, Lio can thrash against Meis's warm, steely grip as Gueira's mouth, still as shockingly hot as Lio remembers, envelops his cock. Meis's skinny frame makes him seem slight, but his long limbs and wiry strength make it hard to escape. Lio feels like he'd float away, shot into space along the same path their Promare took by the overwhelming pleasure of Gueira's mouth engulfing his cock, if he weren't being held so tightly by Meis.
"What a good job you're doing," Meis says softly, lips brushing the back of Lio's neck.
Gueira squirms at the praise and redoubles his efforts. His eyes have dropped closed in a blissful expression, thick red hair fluffed out and shading his face - but not quite concealing the way a blush spills from the tips of his ears down over his cheeks and throat.
Lio's face feels hot enough that he's probably just as red as Gueira. As tension coils in his spine, Lio struggles to grind up into Gueira's mouth, movements getting more frantic. With how he's seated on Meis's lap, Meis's cock prods the underside of Lio's ass with each thrust. Lio can't do much when they're both wearing clothes, but his underwear is stretchy enough that he can wriggle back and wedge the ridge of Meis's cock between his cheeks. Grinding back gives Lio the barest nudge skidding over his hole, and if he weren't already incoherent from how well Gueira is sucking him, Lio would be demanding Meis's cock in his ass.
Maybe Lio will ask for it for his birthday, Meis's cock and Gueira's mouth. It's not technically the day he was born, but he had to choose something to put on his new Promepolis paperwork. Lio has always liked the winter solstice, the contrast of living flames against the darkness of the longest night.
Right now, Lio strains fruitlessly against Meis's grip. His mouth is dry from panting for breath, chest heaving. His inner thighs are burning from the unusual use Lio is putting them to as he grinds back into the stiff pressure of Meis's cock and forward until Gueira chokes around him. It's too much, filling his body with heat the way the Promare did until it crests and overflows - but instead of flames erupting, Lio is jerking in Meis's grip and crying out raggedly as he floods Gueira's mouth.
Fire was energizing. This leaves Lio sweaty and limp in Meis's arms, warm for the moment but knowing he's going to start feeling the chill again within minutes.
Being on top of Meis and soaking up his body heat helps, though. Especially when Meis loops an arm around Lio's waist, pulling him close, and then presses the length of his cock up against Lio's ass, somehow still burning hot even through their clothes. Lio is a limp weight on Meis's lap while Meis tugs him down for a handful of thrusts until he's groaning in Lio's ear, wet heat seeping between them.
Lio blinks open heavy eyes in a daze, slowly coming back to his body one piece at a time. The off-white ceiling is the first thing he sees, and then the still-flickering TV catches his eye, volume turned down low. Cooling wetness makes Lio's underwear stick to his ass, and he wonders if his legs are steady enough to get up. His gaze tracks idly down to Gueira, who's kneeling patiently on the couch in front of the two of them, flushed and hopeful.
Gueira has always taken good care of Lio, whether it's by fighting or cooking or enthusiastically providing orgasms. It's rare for Lio to have the chance to take care of Gueira.
"Come closer," Lio murmurs, sluggishly lifting an arm to beckon him.
Gueira shuffles forward until he fills Lio's vision. His track pants are hanging low on his hips, dragged down from all his rubbing against the couch, and his tight t-shirt has ridden up. it's easy for Lio to slip a hand down the front of his pants and wrap his fingers around Gueira's dick.
"Oh - yeah, please, it's so good," babbles Gueira. He droops forward, grabbing Meis's shoulders to keep from squashing Lio.
Lio likes being pinned between the two of them, though. He curls his fingers into Gueira's soft, fluffy hair and pulls his head down to Lio's shoulder, so that Lio is surrounded. Gueira is so warm, his cock hot in Lio's hand and his broad chest like a radiator.
Gueira suddenly groans into Lio's ear. Lio has been stroking his dick steadily but hasn't done anything exciting enough to warrant a reaction. He peeks down to see Meis's arm curled over Gueira's hip, hand disappearing into the back of Gueira's sweats. If Lio reached, he could cup Gueira's balls, maybe get far enough to prod the spot behind them. Meis has much longer arms, and can probably get a fingertip into Gueira's ass at least.
Lio cranes to look back over his shoulder, and glimpses Meis's smile, half-smug and half-delighted. He's always liked the moments that Gueira lets his guard down, too.
With both of them touching him, Gueira doesn't last long. He gasps, a few sharply cut-off breaths against Lio's throat, and spills over Lio's hand. Rather then pitch forward and flatten them into the corner of the couch, Gueira manages to instead slump back onto the empty half of the couch, Lio and then Meis following him. It's a tight fit, but Gueira has a wide enough chest for both of them to rest their heads. They'll have to move to the bedroom at some point, but right now this is the only place in the world that Lio wants to be.
It hurts to have given up his Promare, and Lio still feels the absence keenly every single day. Being able to keep Gueira and Meis makes life much easier, though.