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“You know what I've always wondered?” Laurent drawled, swirling his whiskey in a tumbler, his piercing blue eyes glinting with mischief.
Damen and Nikandros exchanged a knowing glance, the kind that comes from years of shared history, and knowing what Laurent was like when he drank. It was a Saturday night, and the trio had gathered at Damen's apartment. Drinking hadn’t been part of the plan, but it was so rare for Laurent to suggest it, that both of them conceded. Now, hours later, they all had a healthy buzz. Laurent was flushed, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
“What's that?” Damen asked, his voice deep and rich, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. He knew all too well his partner's penchant for stirring the pot.
“Well, I've heard whispers of you two, before me,” Laurent said, his gaze sliding to Nikandros, who shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “What was it like? Tell me everything.”
“Fucking, Lazar,” Nikandros mumbled and took a deep swig of his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort to swallow the sudden lump in his throat.
He didn't like where this conversation was heading, but he knew better than to challenge Laurent when the blonde was in this kind of mood. Damen's eyes searched his, a silent question hanging in the air. He took a deep breath and nodded almost imperceptibly.
"We were young and stupid," Nikandros began, his voice gruff with discomfort and the weight of unspoken desire. "Damen and I were inseparable. We explored together, discovered ourselves and each other."
Laurent leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "And what did you discover?"
“Nothing I wish to share with you, snake,” Nik said. He downed his drink, emptying the glass and letting it drop to the table.
Unbidden, the memory returned of the night he’d met Laurent. Damen had introduced him to the friend group at a house party. He was beautiful, blonde, whip smart, with a sarcastic mouth. Nikandros had disliked him immediately, writing the man off as another of Damen’s blonde conquests. Later that night, his dislike had turned to intense hatred when he found the two of them on his couch.
He remembered the way Damen's body had looked in the dim light, the muscles of his back rippling as he'd thrust into Laurent. The way Laurent's legs had been wrapped around Damen's waist, his blonde hair a wild mess, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Nikandros had watched from the shadows, unable to look away until they had climaxed in each others arms. He'd been torn between his respect for Damen as a friend and the primal need to claim the man he'd once had for himself.
It had been a revelation, seeing the raw need in Damen's eyes, the way he'd lost himself in the act. And then there was Laurent, the newcomer, so confident and commanding, even then. He'd never admitted it before, not even to himself, but watching Damen with Laurent that night had been a secret thrill. A thrill that had only grown over the years, a dark little kink that had fuelled countless fantasies and endless guilt.
Laurent leaned across the table and filled Nikandros’ glass with straight whiskey.
“I think, what I want more than knowing. Is to see.”
Nikandros’ hand stilled from where he was reaching for the glass. “What?” he spluttered.
“I want to see you and Damiamos discover each other again.”
A bead of sweat ran to Nikandros’ face, tickling his suddenly sensitive skin. Laurent leaned back, the whiskey bottle still in hand. He traced the rim of the bottle against his lips and then, with a small smirk, dipped his tongue into the glass opening. Now Nikandros knew he was being fucked with. He snorted out a laugh, eyes flicking over to Damen, only to find his best friend captivated by the sight of his lover pleasuring a god-damned whiskey bottle.
Laurent, ever the opportunist, took advantage of the moment to lean over and whisper in Damen's ear, “Why don't you show him?”
Damen's cheeks reddened, but he stood from the table and made his way over to the couch. He sat down in full view of both of them and then reached down and began to unbuckle his belt. Nik could only watch on helplessly as Damen reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. A small whine escaped Nikandros mouth as memories came flooding back.
It was as massive as he remembered. A proud column of flesh that stood tall and thick against his thigh, a testament to his Greek heritage. Nikandros’ eyes widened, his mouth sapped of any moisture as Damen wrapped a hand around the monster and stroked himself slowly.
“I’ve missed you, Nik,” he said, but his eyes were on Laurent when he said it.
He was in hell. There was no other theory that made sense. He was in hell, and he was being tempted by his best friend and first love in front of his demon of a boyfriend. He’d always thought the man a snake, and here he was, tempting Nikandros to follow a path from which there was no return
“This is a one-time-only offer, Nik,” Laurent hissed in his ear. “If you don’t take it, you’ll never have a chance with Damen again. And I know what he’s like. How can you live without his touch? His cock? His desires and attention? All of it is available to you for just one night.”
Nikandros's jaw tightened, wanting to walk away. But his years-long desire betrayed him. He had missed this, missed Damen. He took another sip of his drink, the whiskey burning a path down his throat as he stood up and approached Damen, who was now fully naked from the waist down. He knelt before the larger man, his eyes never leaving Damen's as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke it gently.
Damen's breath hitched, and his hips bucked slightly at the sensation. It had been so long since Nikandros had touched anyone intimately. Joy and want stirred in his stomach as his calloused hand caressed Damen’s sensitive skin with a heady mix of nostalgia and newfound lust. Laurent had moved to stand behind them, his eyes glinted with satisfaction as he watched them come together.
“Now, now,” Laurent said, his voice a silky purr, “I don't think that's fair. If you want to touch him, Nikandros, you have to play by my rules.” Nikandros stilled, his eyes snapping to Laurent with as much hate as he had ever felt.
Laurent’s voice was firm, “Take off your shirt.”
Nikandros hesitated for a moment, the fabric of his shirt feeling like a barrier between his true desires and the present situation. His eyes flicked from Damen's hardening cock to Laurent's expectant gaze, and then back again. With a resigned sigh, he complied, his muscular arms flexing as he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his smooth, hairless chest. Damen's eyes flickered over his chest and Nikandros was filled with a rush of desire, his cock filling with blood to press against the seam of his jeans.
“Good boy,” Laurent murmured, his voice filled with a hint of victory. “Now, why don't you tell Damen how much you've missed this?”
Nikandros's eyes met Damen's, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the room. The years melted away, and all that was left was the raw, unbridled lust that had once burned between them. “I've missed you,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire.
“Kiss him,” Laurent commanded.
Damen instantly leaned down to claim Nikandros' mouth in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling in a dance of remembered pleasure. Nikandros was instantly lost in the kiss, his hand moving lazily and uncoordinated on Damen’s thick cock. But that didn’t seem to matter in comparison to Damen’s mouth on him. Being intimate with Damen was until anything else. The man put his heart into everything he did, and it was easy to forget just for a moment that Damen was not his.
Nikandros was torn out of his fantasy when Laurent reached over and unbuttoned Nikandros's pants, sliding them down to reveal his hardened cock.
“If you want this to continue,” Laurent said, behind him, reaching over to stroke Damen's cock with one hand and cupping Nikandros's cheek with the other, “you'll do as I say.”
Nikandros nodded, his eyes never leaving Damen's, the connection between them as potent as it had ever been. He knew what Laurent was implying, and a part of him resented the blonde for having this power over him, but the desire to taste Damen again was too strong to resist. Shame burned through him, because he knew, whatever Laurent said or did, he would comply.
Undress him,” Laurent instructed, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Nikandros's spine.
Nikandros's hands trembled as he reached for Damen's shirt, his eyes never leaving the man he had once loved so fiercely. As he peeled back the fabric, his fingertips grazed over Damen's broad chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but the need to be close to Damen again was too overwhelming. Damen's abs rippled as he helped Nikandros remove his shirt, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills and desires.
Once Damen was fully naked, Laurent flung himself down on the couch next to Damen. He let his legs fall apart, and he caressed one hand down his crotch, stroking his cock through his pants as he observed the two men before him. “Kiss him,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust.
Nikandros didn't need any more encouragement. He stood up, his cock bobbing as he pushed Damen back on the couch. Their eyes met once again, and without a word, they embraced, their mouths crushing together in a passionate kiss that seemed to ignite the very air around them. Their bodies pressed tightly, each man's cock brushing against the other's stomach, sending sparks of pleasure through their veins.
Damen's large hands slid down to cup Nikandros's firm arse, pulling him in closer as they ground against each other. Nikandros's tongue explored the depths of Damen's mouth, tasting the whiskey and the hint of something darker, something that had been missing from his life for far too long. The sensation of Damen's massive cock against his own made Nikandros ache with need. He broke the kiss, panting, and leaned down to take Damen's nipple into his mouth, biting gently as he felt the man's body tense with pleasure.
“Enough,” Laurent's voice cut through the haze of desire, and both men turned to face him. He was still fully dressed, but his erection was unmistakable. “Damen, stop touching him,” he said, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Damen's hand froze on Nikandros's arse, and slowly withdrew, his eyes never leaving his best friend's. The frustration in Nikandros's gaze was palpable, but he knew better than to challenge Laurent. The blonde had a way of making everyone bend to his will, and tonight was no exception.
“As I was saying,” Laurent continued, stroking himself again, “I want to see you two together.” He paused, his eyes flicking between Damen's hardened shaft and Nikandros's needy gaze. “But if you want to feel Damen's touch again, Nikandros, you need to follow my lead.”
Nikandros eyes narrowed, but he knew that if he wanted even a taste of what he'd been craving, he had to play along. He took a deep breath and nodded, his chest rising and falling with the effort to maintain composure.
Laurent smirked, sensing the shift in power dynamics. “Good,” he said, standing up and slithering out of his jeans. His cock sprang free, the tip blushed a deep pink. Walking over to Nikandro, he placed a hand on the back of his neck, guiding him down to his crotch. “Show me how much you've missed him,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.
Nikandros's swallowed eyes never left Damen's. His best friend nodded, his eyes wide with desire. Damen wanted this. He wanted to see his best friend suck his lover’s cock. His cock twitched at the thought. He took himself in hand, stroking himself once. Pre-cum beaded from the tip. Laurent’ wanted to see how much he missed Damen? He would show the snake.
He took the blonde's cock in his mouth, the taste of pre-cum and the faint scent of lust filling his nostrils.
Laurent's hand tightened in Nikandros's hair, guiding his movements as he began to fuck the man's mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. Nikandros closed his eyes, and remembered when he would do this for Damen. He mimicked the old movements, swirling his tongue the way he knew Damen liked, softly twisting the base of the shaft and flattening his tongue so that the tip of his cock could slide for a moment down the tight passage of his throat. Nikandors thought of Damen as he sucked with delight and need. But in his heart and mind, he knew it was another man’s cock. It was a power play, a dance of dominance and submission, and Nikandros was dancing to Laurent's tune.
“That's it,” Laurent moaned, his eyes hooded with pleasure as Nikandros's lips wrapped around him. Nik’s thick neck muscles tensed with each movement. The room was a symphony of wet sounds and heavy breathing.
“Damen,” Laurent said, his voice strained with his own arousal, “I want you to fuck Nikandros while he does that.”
Damen didn't need to be told twice. He stepped behind Nikandros, and seconds later had positioned himself at the man's entrance. The anticipation was agonising, but the familiar presence of Damen, the smell of him, kept him sucking when all he wanted to do was throw himself at Damen.
Nikandros's eyes went wide with surprise as Damen's slick digits began to probe at his arse. Where the lubricant came from he didn’t know, and at the moment he didn’t care. Instead, he moaned around Laurent’s cock, the vibrations forcing a harsh gasp from the blonde. His fingers tightened for a moment before releasing him.
“You still know what, Damen likes,” Laurent whispered, running light touches over his engorged throat. “I do the same for him. I know how he likes it.”
Nikandros found himself humming at the praise before jerking in shock. He was thrown out of rhythm as Damen’s wet, thick finger pushed its way inside. Groaning, he tried to pull away, but Laurent kept him still, his mouth stuffed as his body tried to reject the intrusion. It had been years seen he had engaged in anal play, and he found his heart racing in trepidation with a hint of fear. Damen was huge, after all.
“Nik,” Laurent growled, his body shivering. “If you stop, Damen stops.”
Damen slowly began to withdraw his finger. Quickly, Nikandros swallowed Laurent, attacking the man’s cock with renewed vigour as Damen slowly opened him up. Damen didn’t stop until four fingers were slipping in and out of his stinging hole with need. He whined around Laurent’s girth as Damen withdrew his fingers. Yet a moment later, he felt the tip of Damen’s thick meat slap at his entrance.
With a final twist of his wrist, Damen's thick, lubed cock was pressed to Nikandros's tight hole. His breath hitched, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he pushed back, urging Damen to enter him. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that made his knees wobble. Until at last, he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Nikandros's body tensed, his muscles clenching around Damen's shaft, making him groan with need.
“Look at me,” Laurent ordered, and Nikandros's eyes snapped up to meet his.
The blonde's gaze was like a storm, full of passion and control, and Nikandros found himself lost in it. He continued to suck Laurent's cock, the sensation of being filled by Damen's massive length making him want to moan around the shaft.
Damen's strokes grew more confident, his hips snapping forward as he claimed Nikandros's body. The friction between them was electric, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through him. Damen's strong hands gripped Nikandros's hips, holding him in place as he pumped in and out, his thick cock hitting that perfect spot that had Nikandros seeing stars. The sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a testament to their passion.
Nikandros's eyes rolled back in his head as Damen's cock filled him, the pleasure overwhelming him. He hadn't felt this alive in years, hadn't felt this connected to anyone since they'd been together. He never thought he'd be in this situation again, but the power that Laurent held over both of them was undeniable. He moaned around the blonde's cock, the vibrations making Laurent's eyes roll back in his head.
Laurent's hand tightened in Nikandros's hair, holding him in place as Damen's thrusts grew more urgent. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet, needy noises Nikandros was making were almost too much for the blonde to handle. He was close, so close.
But Laurent had other plans for the night.
“Stop,” Laurent's voice was firm, and Damen froze, his cock still buried deep inside Nikandros's body. Nikandros's eyes shot up to Damen's, a question in them, but Damen just nodded, withdrawing slowly and letting him up.
Laurent took a step back, his cock slipping from Nikandros’ wet mouth. His eyes were dark with desire as he lounged back on the couch. “Nikandros,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “I want you to prep me.”
Nikandros swallowed hard, his cock still standing at attention, but the need to obey Laurent's every command was stronger than his own desires. He glanced at Damen who nodded and handed him the bottle of lubricant. Nikandros knelt before the blonde, his eyes never leaving Damen's as he leaned in to kiss Laurent's stomach, his hands reaching around to grasp Lauren’ts thighs, pushing them up to reveal his pink hole.
Nikandros could feel Damen’s heated gaze as he worked his way down Laurent's body. His ministrations paused as his mouth hovered just above Laurent's cock. It was a nice cock, not as good as Damen’s, but he was surprised by how much he enjoyed the taste of it in his mouth. He licked his lips before taking the blonde's cock back in his mouth. Laurent's hips bucked upwards, a guttural moan escaping his lips as Nikandros took him deep, his tongue swirling around the head with practised ease.
“Stop,” he panted, pulling his cock out of Nikandros' eager mouth.
Nikandros looked up, his cheeks flushed and his mouth glistening with pre-cum. The hunger in him was growing to painful lengths, but he knew better than to argue. He sat back on his heels, his cock pulsing with the rhythm of his racing heart. Laurent's gaze was sharp, his voice a commanding whisper. “I said prep me, Nikandros.”
With a nod of understanding, Nikandros reached out and took hold of the lube, his trembling hand giving away his excitement. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, his eyes never leaving Damen's as he coated his digits. Damen's cock twitched in response. Laurent leaned back on the couch, his legs spread wide, giving Nikandros full access to his body.
With slow, deliberate movements, Nikandros pushed one lubed finger inside, the blonde's body tensing at the intrusion. Laurent's eyes rolled back, and a hiss of pleasure escaped his lips.
“More,” Laurent demanded, his voice strained with need. “Is that the best you've got?”
Laurent's voice was a teasing taunt. Nikandros glared at him with a hint of defiance, but he knew what was expected of him. He added another finger, the stretch making Laurent gasp, his eyes squeezed shut.
“That's it,” Laurent groaned, his hips pushing back to meet Nikandros's hand. “More. I need more.”
Nikandros took the challenge, his desires melding with the need to satisfy Laurent's hunger. The sight of Laurent's body reacting to his touch was exhilarating, but he knew that one more digit was needed. With a swift, almost violent motion, he slammed a third finger in, causing Laurent's eyes to fly open in surprise.
“Is that better?” Nikandros's voice was a gruff challenge, his gaze locked on the blonde's face as he worked his fingers in a fast, punishing rhythm. Laurent's eyes watered, but his nod was firm.
“Damen,” Laurent panted, his eyes closed against Nikandros’s continued assault, “I want you to fuck Nikandros so hard that I can feel your cock through him. But, Nikandros,” he added, a sly smile playing on his lips, “you can't move. Do you understand?”
Nikandros nodded, his eyes dark with lust as he positioned himself between Laurent and Damen, his cock nuzzling at Laurent's waiting hole. Slowly, Nikandros slid in, Laurent’s body tightening around him. The sight was almost too much, the knowledge that he was about to be fucked by his best friend while his cock was buried in another man. A man he hated, but couldn’t help finding attractive.
“Do it,” Laurent growled, his eyes never leaving Damen's. “Fuck him like you mean it.”
Damen's hips rolled forward, and with one powerful thrust, he was buried inside Nikandros's arse, his body clenching around that massive cock. Nikandros's eyes widened in surprise, but he remained still as Damen began to move, his hips pumping in a rhythm that was both punishing and precise. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of flesh as he was forced into the blonde beneath him by Damen’s desperate need.
Laurent's eyes rolled back in his head, his body jerking with every impact of Damen's cock. “Oh, gods,” he moaned, his own hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself in time with Damen's thrusts.
Nikandros struggled to maintain his stillness, as Laurent reached down to part his fingers around his hole where Nik was impaling him.
“You're doing so well, Nik,” Laurent murmured, as his eyes hooded with lust turned to Damen. “Now, make him feel it.”
Damen pulled out almost completely before slamming back into Nikandros, the impact forcing the couch forward. Nikandros's eyes shot wide, but he remained motionless, his teeth clenched as he bore the brunt of Damen's powerful thrusts. The sensation of Damen's cock into him was maddening, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He wanted to move, to thrust back, to take Damen as he had so many times before, but Laurent's command held him in place. The muscles in Nikandros's arms and shoulders bunched as he held onto the couch cushions, his knuckles white with the effort of not moving.
Laurent's moans grew louder, his breath coming in short, staccato bursts as Damen's cock moved in and out of Nikandros, the impact of each thrust sending shockwaves through his body.
“Damen,” Laurent's voice was a low growl, “stop.”
Damen's hips stilled, his cock buried deep inside Nikandros, his own body taut with the effort of holding back his climax. Nikandros gasped in a ragged breath, his head spinning. He’d never felt such intense pleasure before, the hot, tight heat of Laurent around his cock. Damen’s thick member stretched him, and assaulted his prostate with endless precision.
“Nik,” Laurent panted, “I want you to watch you fuck yourself on Damen’s cock.” He reached down and gripped Nikandros's hips, pulling him backward before releasing him to let him slide back onto Damen's shaft. “Do it,” he ordered, his voice a command that Nikandros couldn't refuse.
With fierce determination, Nikandros began to move, his body pushing onto Damen's cock with an almost painful need. Nikandros's muscles clenched around him, each movement a silent declaration of his submission to Laurent's will. He gasped as his focus was torn. Every thrust back was trying to get Damen’s cock to hit his prostate, whilst every forward movement was pushing himself into Laurent. Laurent leaned back, his eyes on Nikandross as he fucked himself on Damen's cock with a passion that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Nikandros's breath hitched, his arse sliding up and down Damen's cock, his muscles contracting around the thick length. Damen's hand remained firm on his hip, guiding him, but allowing Nikandros the illusion of control. The room was filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping together and the ragged gasps of three men lost in their own pleasure.
With a final, desperate moan, Nikandros's body went rigid, and he came hard, crying Damen's name, his seed filling Laurent's eager arse.
“Good boy,” Laurent purred. Nikandros gasped for air, his heart beating so hard he thought at any moment it would burst right out of his chest. His whole body shook as he slowly slid out of Laurent with a wet pop. He turned to Damen, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss. Damen jerked once, his hot hard cock still buried deep. Nikandros allowed himself a small smirk, knowing he’d caused Damen, just for a second, to disobey Laurent’s command.
He must have seen though, for a second later he was commanded them again.
“Damen,” he panted, looking Nikandros straight in the eye. “Make me scream.”
Damen needed no further invitation. He pulled out of Nikandros with a wet pop. The blonde's eyes widened as Damen gently shifted Nikandros away before him massive shaft slammed into him, filling him completely and pushing Nikandros's cum deeper into his body.
Nikandros took a moment to compose himself, the intensity of his climax leaving him shaky and breathless. He watched as Damen began to move, his own cock still half-hard and sensitive, feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm with each thrust. The sight of Damen's cock disappearing into Laurent was almost too much to handle, the memories of their past trysts flooding back with a ferocity that left him reeling.
Without a word, Nikandros dropped to his knees before the couch, his gaze locked on the blonde's cock, standing proud and slick with pre-cum. He didn't need to be told what to do; his body took over, his mouth watering at the sight. He took Laurent's length in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep, the musky scent of desire filling his nostrils.
Suddenly, Laurent's body went taut, his muscles locking. “Oh, fuck,” he screamed, his voice echoing off the walls as he forced Nikandros's head down, burying his cock in the man's throat. Nikandros didn't fight, instead, he took it, his throat working around the thick length, his eyes watering but never leaving Damen's.
Laurent's hand was a vice around Nikandros's head, his hips bucking as he came, his seed spurting down the man's throat. Nikandros took it all, his own cock twitching with the sheer force of the pleasure he felt at being used in such a way. Damen bellowed out his own orgasm moments later, Nik feeling the stuttered thrusting against his face, pressed as it was to Laurent’s pelvis. Even with Lauren’ts cum pumping down his throat, Nikandros felt a moment of jealousy, wishing that Damen had finished inside of him instead.
Nikandros could still feel Damen's cock pulsing with aftershocks when Laurent reached out and grabbed a fistful of Nikandros's hair. The other man’s spit-slicked cock slipped out of his mouth with a wet pop. Nikandros gasped for air, his eyes glazed with pleasure and submission.
He barely had a moment to breathe before Damen was crushing their mouths together, their tongues dancing in a passionate duel as they both rode out the last waves of their orgasms. The three men were a tangled mess of sweat-slicked skin and ragged breaths, their hearts beating in unison. The taste of the blonde on Nikandros's lips only heightened his desire for Damen.
“Looks like someone enjoyed themselves,” Laurent quipped, his fingers delicately toying with his cum-drenched hole. Damen and Nikandros watched, as Laurent's fingers moved in slow, taunting circles.
“You both did such a good job filling me up,” Laurent purred. “But now it's time for a little clean-up, don't you think?” His words were a challenge, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he held out a hand to Damen.
Damen took it, his own smile wicked as he stepped closer, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with the evidence of their passion. Nikandros watched, his own need not quite sated, his cock twitching at the sight of the two men together. Laurent's hand guided Damen's mouth to his hole.
With a low growl, Damen obeyed, his tongue swiping at the cum that clung to Laurent's skin, licking him clean with a thoroughness that was both tender and erotic. Laurent's body shuddered, his fingers tangling in Damen's hair as the dark-haired man feasted on him. It was a gesture of possession, of care, and of submission that had Nikandros' breath catching in his throat.
Nikandros took the moment to catch his breath, his cock still pulsing with the aftermath of his orgasm. He watched as Damen lapped up their combined releases, his feelings a whirlwind of emotions—desire, jealousy, and a strange sense of satisfaction. Laurent's hand slid down to grip Damen's jaw, guiding him up to look into his eyes. The blonde's gaze was soft, a hint of vulnerability shining through the desire. “Thank you,” he murmured.
When Laurent was clean, Damen pulled back, licking his lips. Nikandros suddenly felt like a third wheel, an unwanted party to their lovemaking. And as Damen leaned in to give Laurent a lingering kiss, Nikandros felt the warring of emotions again. It had been a moment of pure, unbridled passion that had been years in the making, and nothing more than heated desires that needed to be smothered. So why did he feel so hollow?
Nikandros excused himself silently, grabbing his clothes from the floor and heading for the bathroom. Locking the door, Nikandros took a moment to catch his breath, his heart still pounding from the intensity of the scene he'd just been a part of. He leaned against the sink, staring at himself in the mirror.
In the cold light of the bathroom, Nikandros took a deep breath and began to clean up, his hand shaking slightly as he whipped Laurent’s cum from his chin and throat. Washing his hands of lube, he couldn't help but replay the night in his mind—the feel of Laurent's cock in his mouth, the way Damen's eyes had shone with pleasure as he'd taken them both.
When he emerged from the bathroom, he found the living room empty, the couch a rumpled mess of scattered cushions and strewn clothing. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the low murmur of their voices from the bedroom. Was he just supposed to leave while they continued the night in the bedroom?
However, a moment later, the two emerged, dressed in fresh clothes and holding hands. They paused at the sight of Nik. Laurent’s face burned a brilliant red, before looking away. Damen pulled his partner along until they stood before Nikandros.
“You alright?” Damen's voice was gentle, his hand reaching out to lay a hand on his shoulder.
Nikandros nodded, his eyes flickering between the two men. “I… I just needed a minute.” He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor. The intensity of the night had left him reeling, his thoughts a tumultuous storm of pleasure, confusion, and desire.
Damen stepped closer, his own expression a mix of concern and understanding. “We're all okay with what happened tonight, right?” He searched Nikandros's eyes, looking for any sign of regret or anger.
Nikandros took a deep breath. “Yeah,” he murmured, “it was… intense.” The word didn't begin to cover the maelstrom of emotions he was feeling, but it was all he could manage.
Laurent cleared his throat and shook his hand free from Damen’s.
“Good,” he said. “We’re all good.” He walked across the room and sat down at the table where the night had started. He hissed as his abused arse hit the wooden chair. Nikandros couldn’t help the scoff of laughter that escaped. Sharing a glance with Damen, they smirked at one another.
“Yes, yes,” Laurent hissed, picking up the forgotten bottle of whiskey. “I’m sure you’re both very proud of youselves.”
He poured three generous measures into the glasses, the amber liquid glugging satisfyingly into each one. Damen clapped Nikandros on the shoulder and the two of them made their way back to their seats.
Laurent slid a full glass to each of them, then raised his glass and with a smirk said, “Never have I ever had a threesome with my best friend.”
Nikandros groaned. Damen laughed. And they both tipped back their whiskey and drank.