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Laurent jumped when his door burst open. He barely caught the glimpse of bright red hair as it pummeled over him, smothering his face and neck with kisses.“Ugh, Ancel,” Laurent tried a few measly attempts to push him off. “You’re getting me all wet!”“That’s the point!” Ancel grinned and went right back to kissing him, his lips soft and quick as he went over Laurent’s collarbones and cheeks and eyes and finally a soft peck on his lips. “Surprise! Your favorite person ever is here!”“You are not my favorite person ever.” Laurent rolled his eyes and finally managed to shuck Ancel off. Ancel just laid on his back, hair splayed behind him as he began to play with his nails. “Erasmus is.”“Liar.” Ancel sat up on his elbows. “Speaking of,”Erasmus pushed the door open with his hips, his arms filled with bottles of water and bags of snacks. “Ancel!” Laurent scoffed and went to assist Erasmus with the load. “You could have helped him.”“He’s just so pitiful and cute.” Ancel pouted. He got to his knees on the bed and dragged Erasmus by his hands, planting a soft kiss to his lips. “Isn’t that right?”Erasmus blushed, cheeks turning a deep shade of red.“Flirt.” Laurent rolled his eyes, flopping back down onto his bed. Erasmus settled himself on the sheets as well, legs drawing up so he could fit in front of them. “Doesn’t your boyfriend get jealous when you kiss us?”“No,” Ancel shrugged. “Berenger doesn’t care that I kiss all my friends. It’s him who gets to fuck me at the end of the day.”“Gross.” Erasmus covered his ears, laying down on Laurent’s thigh. “You and your weird sex life.”“Excuse me, sounding rods are not weird okay? In fact, Berenger really liked it. Maybe you should try it with Torveld.”Erasmus let out a small sigh, shaking his head. “No way. Torveld and I enjoy our very vanilla sex life, thank you very much.”“So, he doesn’t get jealous when Ancel or I kiss you?” Laurent played with his hair, the golden curls winding in his fingers.“Not really,” Erasmus wrinkled his nose. “I don’t think so. Like Ancel said, we go back to each other at the end of the day and it’s not like I’m kissing strangers.”“Do you even like that guy?” Laurent asked, not for the first time. Sometimes Laurent just wished Erasmus would leave Torveld. Laurent knew he stayed for the money, but Laurent told him time and time again that he could help him. Erasmus always denied it, insisting he leave it alone.“You know he won’t,” Ancel scoffed. “Besides, do you want a possessive little freak of a boyfriend, Laurie?” Ancel teased, pushing a lock of hair from Laurent’s ear to kiss his cheek. “You do, don’t you? But what about us? Don’t you like how my tongue feels on your—““Shut up!” Laurent blushed. “Ancel, you are so indecent sometimes.”Ancel cackled, laying down on Erasmus’ stomach. “C’mon, don't be so coy. We all know how much you want Auguste’s best friend, Damianos.” Ancel dragged his name out.“I’m gonna kill you,” Laurent grabbed a pillow, but Erasmus stopped him from throwing it. “I should have never told you.”“I would have figured it out.” Ancel sat up, facing Laurent on all fours. “You’re not really subtle.”“I too, am. Tell him Erasmus.” Laurent crossed his arms. He held his head up high, eyes closed. He frowned, looking over to him. “Erasmus, tell him.”“Sorry, Laurie.” Erasmus blushed, kissing his cheek. “I can’t. He’s kinda right.”“Oh come on,” Laurent groaned, throwing a hand over his eyes. “Now I have two people who are against me.”“We’re not against you.” Erasmus crawled to his side, tucking his face into the crook of Laurent’s neck. “We just see how you look at him.”“And he has a girlfriend.” Laurent brought his arm down to wrap around Erasmus.“Maybe I could poison her.” Ancel said. Laurent raised a brow at him since there was no playful tone in his voice. “How do you think I got rid of all my exes?”“Are you admitting to the murders of at least five men?” Erasmus was, surprisingly, unphased.“And what if I am?” Ancel crawled up the bed, hovering over the two of them.“Erasmus and I are good at keeping secrets.” Laurent leaned up to kiss Ancel, planning for it to only be a peck, but it deepened. Ancel gripped the back of Laurent’s head, holding him close. Laurent moaned into it, eyes slipping shut. Ancel pulled back, spit still covering their lips as he did so.“Erasmus, take off your panties.” Ancel commanded. He did so, shedding them quickly. Ancel worked on Laurent’s, peeling off his shorts and silk undies in one go. “Get on top of Laurent.”Laurent sat up, holding Erasmus around the waist as he spread his legs. Ancel giggled, pulling apart Laurent’s folds with two fingers. “Hmm, so wet and all we did was kiss. Imagine if it was Damianos? Would you be leaking like a faucet?”“Shut up and eat my cunt or I’ll kick you out.” Laurent whined into Erasmus’ arm.“You’d never,” Ancel grinned up at him. He moved down, hands holding his legs apart as he slicked his tongue down Laurent’s cunt.“Ohhhh, shit.” Laurent tilted his head back, thumping against the headboard as Ancel licked his pussy. His tongue slipped in and out, licking his folds and nipping at them, too. He had to admit Erasmus had patience as Ancel slipped away from Laurent to lick at Erasmus now.Erasmus was more vocal, his whines higher in pitch as Ancel began to lap at his pussy. Laurent kissed Erasmus’ arm, speaking him through it into his ear. They learned things about each other and it was a no brainer than Erasmus was the most docile and submissive of the three of them.Erasmus withered, trying to close his legs but Ancel held them apart. “Stop it, you slut.” Ancel said. Erasmus grew wetter at the harsh name, the fluid dripping down onto Laurent’s pussy under him.“S-Sorry,” Erasmus whined. “M’sensitive. Feels so good.”“I know it does, baby.” Ancel spoke against his cunt, licking him more. Laurent would be trying for some attention, but he enjoyed spoiling Erasmus like this since Torveld clearly doesn’t. Laurent tightened his grip on him at the thought, kissing the side of Erasmus’ neck.“C’mon, cum for Ancel, sweet thing.” Laurent reached his hand over to rub circles into his clit. Erasmus cried out, withering in place as Ancel sucked at him harder, tongue reaching in deeper. Laurent picked up his pace, rubbing harder and finally Erasmus came.Squirt shot out from his hole, covering Ancel and his bedsheets. Ancel smiled at the impact, eyes shut as he licked over his lips. Erasmus curled in on himself, whining about how dirty it was. “Such a prude.” Ancel pulled Erasmus free from his position, lips meeting his own. Erasmus moaned into it, hand going into Ancel’s damp hair. Laurent joined in, their tongues lapping over each other. Spit covered their faces, dripping down onto their clothes and running down their chests.Ancel pulled back with a soft giggle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That was delicious. But I’m not finished yet.” Laurent spread his legs, biting his lip as Ancel lowered himself back down to his cunt. Erasmus was still on his lap, but he tentatively brought his fingers down to Laurent’s clit.They knew it was a big step for him, as he didn’t do much but receive and obey. They knew he liked to give, but he didn’t know how. “Good boy,” Laurent cooed, kissing behind his ear. “Just like that.”Erasmus took that as a sign of encouragement, smiling sweetly as he tried to replicate how Laurent was rubbing circles into his own clit just moments before. Ancel needed no guidance, his tongue licking over his cunt and folds, occasionally sucking on them. Laurent moaned, hand going in Ancel’s hair to hold him in place. He felt fingers breach his entrance and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. They slipped in easily, no prep needed as Ancel plunged them in and out.“Such a fucking slut.” Ancel spoke against his thigh. “You could never give me up.” He said and went right back into licking his pussy. With the lapping done by Ancel and rubbing of Erasmus’ fingers, it didn’t take long for him to cum with a short cry. Ancel wasted no time in eating it up. Ancel kissed his pussy sweetly and sat up, tongue meeting Laurent’s.They swapped spit, transferring it over to Erasmus who waited patiently. A clash of white, blond, and red hair mixed as their tongues chased each other on the messy sheets. As they pulled back, Erasmus, wide eyed and ever so caring, asked, “What about you?”“Don’t worry about me.” Ancel pecked his lips. “I’ve had my fill.” He rolled over to the middle of the bed, dragging Erasmus down with him. He yelped out a laugh, clinging to Ancel’s side. Laurent grinned, laying down next to Ancel. The three of them were trading lazy kisses again, hands trailing up and down each others torsos, rubbing over bare and clothed pussies both. Their ministrations only stopped when a knock came from the door. Laurent pulled the sheets over them, knowing how it isn’t Akielon custom to bare skin so casually.“Enter.”Laurent didn’t expect to see Damianos of all people poking his head into his room, eyes darting over the bed. Laurent noticed Damen’s cheeks darken at the sight of discarded panties on the floor.“Yes?” Ancel drawled.“Uh, Laurent,” Damen coughed and averted his gaze back up to him. “Auguste is asking for you. Something about prepping the table for dinner.”“Tell him I’ll be down soon.” Laurent squeaked out.Damen gave him a stiff nod, quickly shutting the door. Ancel let out a shrilly giggle, laughing into Laurent’s shoulder. “That isn’t funny!” Erasmus tried to defend him.“It so is and you know it!” Ancel sat up. “Gosh, you Akielons are just too cute. And you, Laurent, my goodness, hiding behind that sheet like it’ll save you.”“Be quiet.” He rolled his eyes. Ancel leaned down and kissed him again, soft pecks being shared amongst the three of them once more. As their tongues licked into each other, Laurent couldn’t help but think of Damen. Damen, who he wanted so desperately, who he’d give anything to be with. But when he thought of giving up Erasmus and Ancel, the two people he let himself be most vulnerable with, he second guessed that thought. Could he really let them go if he somehow did get a chance with Damen?It wasn’t like the three of them had a label, but it was true they had… something.When Ancel trailed his fingers down his spine and Erasmus tenderly kissed his palm, Laurent could never think of a scenario where he let them go. He only hoped it was the same for them.