The two guys are laying on their bellies across the bed watching TV, faces propped in their hands, elbows sticking out. There’s something incredibly cute about the contrast of their bare butts. There’s also something endearing about how Dance rests his thigh against Drin’s, and rubs his bare foot along Drin’s calf, and there’s still a good length of Drin’s leg left sticking out way beyond Dance’s reach. It makes Drin’s ankle look kind of bony and naked and forlorn, not having any of Dance long enough to touch it. She just can’t resist resting her hand on it as she sits on the end of the bed nearby in her robe. He looks round and smiles, and rests both of his long feet across her lap, and flings his head down into his arms with a happy sigh when she starts rubbing the soles of his feet gently. He has little tiny freckles across the joints of his toes and on the top of his feet, all over, not just where the skin got tanned wearing sandals during the summer. His ankles are pretty pale, but the freckles resume marching across his shins, marking contours when the muscles tense and shift.
She reaches for the massage cream on the shelf nearby, and begins smoothing it on.
“Ahhhhhh,” Drin says.
Dance smiles, lifts the remote and turns the sound down, and rolls onto his side, stretching out his arm. Emma puts some of the cream in his palm, and he starts massaging the back of Drin’s neck, down onto his shoulders. Sometimes he leans down and licks Drin’s skin, or spreads his fingers across some of the more interesting freckles, as if he delights in the look of them. Emma thinks he’d rub his face on Drin like a cat if she wasn’t watching him. She’s known him to do that with her when he’s breathing on her skin and kissing her like this. Dance rises up onto his knees to one side of Drin and starts working his way down to meet Emma’s rising hands, smiling at the way Drin groans again. Dance has strong enough hands to persuade or force any knot he encounters, but he’s always careful.
Emma isn’t surprised to see his cock is stiffening rapidly, either. He’s easily aroused by touching or smelling them. Dance glances up at Emma, and chuckles, making a wry face as his prick swings upward.
“Hey, Freckles,” Emma says, “take a look,” and she leans into Dance’s shoulder, and starts kissing Dance on the mouth. Dance is still gently stroking Drin’s shoulders as the taller man rolls onto one side, looking at them.
“God,” Drin says, and he puts up his hand and lifts aside the shoulder of Emma’s robe. A striping of dark brown leather straps wraps in broad bands down Emma’s arms and legs and torso. It makes her skin look even paler, more translucent, as she’s kissing Dance, leaning into him.
Drin’s big hands slide around on the leather, across her skin, making her feel the difference. His hand slides down Emma’s shoulder, cups a nipple, thumbs it reverently, and then he sits up and starts kissing it, suckling it. When she gasps, he draws back, and looks at Dance, and kisses Dance in the same way. Dance lifts his face away from Emma’s mouth, arches his back, pushing his chest upward into Drin’s mouth and spreading his knees apart.
Emma slides her hands along their thighs, marveling at the differences, and then she grasps their penises, cups their testicles, strokes their hips, around onto their butts. If Dance is smooth as caramel melted in the heat, then Drin is a red-headed leopard, dashed and spotted with speckles and dashes and dots in all sizes and a variety of coppery tones, every inch of it unique as a fingerprint. The band of fine freckles across his nose is darker than Dance is, actually, when he lowers his face against Dance’s skin and begins kissing his way down Dance’s belly, eyes closed, concentrating on what he’s doing. He rubs his face against Dance’s crotch, bumps gently into the foreskin drooping over the head of Dance’s solidly erect prick, and then he actually grips it carefully in his teeth and pulls at it. Dance shudders in place, mouth falling open. Then Drin lifts his big rawboned hands and strokes that flushed skin back along the shaft, pressing it back into Dance’s crotch. Dance groans, thrusting. “He’s not going to last long, and neither am I,” Drin murmurs. “You turn us on something fierce, little lady.” And he smiles at her.
Emma puts the condom onto Dance’s cock, while Drin rubs lube and fingers into Dance’s ass, and then she puts another condom onto Drin’s cock, and then Drin comes up on his knees behind Dance and pulls Dance back into him, and penetrates him in one long driving push. Dance groans, eyes shut. Then he gasps, breathing hard, and opens his eyes, and looks at Emma. His pupils are enormous.
He rolls his head, looks back at Drin, and then he stretches out forward between Emma’s knees, and slides his hips home into her cunt in the same sort of long, driving, simple push as Drin used on him. She’s so wet and excited that he slides easily into her, her muscles are open and receptive as he penetrates her. It feels… amazing.
Then she tenses, gripping him as he draws back, gripping hard enough to wring another groan out of him.
“Give yourself to me,” she says, huskily, and Dance cries out, flings his mouth onto hers, and loses himself in a series of wild acrobatic rolls and thrusts, pushing back into Drin and then pushing forward into Emma.
He’s sobbing down into her lungs when Drin grips his hips and enforces a heavy, steady thrust that bangs into both their bones. It might as well be Drin who’s fucking that prick into Emma’s happy place, she can feel so clearly how Dance shudders under the impact on his prostate. Five bashes into that, and Dance is climaxing, and there’s no mistaking how he loves it.
“Ohhh,” he groans. Then he’s rolling limp onto her shoulder, breathing hard onto the pillow, and she can feel Drin pull out of him in another simple, smooth motion, hanging onto the condom.
“Stay,” Emma says, kissing Dance’s forehead. “It feels so good.”
“I should…” he blinks, muscles easing. “I should kiss you down there–”
Drin has already got himself cleaned up, rolled an a new condom onto his prick. “My privilege, madam, I’m in the mood for cunt-kissing tonight. But first some other fun things, just to make it last better for everybody.”
And he tugs on Emma. Dance rolls onto his side, withdrawing his organ from her body with a slurpy silly noise of fluids, and he smiles at Emma.
Emma is half-expecting Drin will not be able to resist the invitation of her open thighs, and roll right into her, pushing himself into her where Dance’s prick was moments ago; some nights that makes him come in moments.
But tonight, he tugs her to roll over onto her belly, sprawled across his thighs. His prick is up hard, the condom on it wet, sliding against her belly. The leather outfit leaves broad swathes of her back and buttocks bare. She pushes her ass up, and says, “You want to spank it, don’t you?”
Drin smiles. “It’s very tempting, yes. Do you want it spanked?” His big fingers spread out over her glutes and squeeze them, gripping the muscles, appreciating the size of her ass, making her know how it’s going to feel to have that much hand whacking her skin. She makes a tight little noise, pleading for it. Then he spreads a little lube on his hands, with sticky, silly noises from the bottle, and she draws in a tight breath as he rubs it over her ass. “You ready for your spanking?”
“Oh yes,” she says, huskily, and who needs to say anything about games or role-playing when she uses that voice to make demands like that?
When she strains her neck far enough to look up, she sees Dance has rolled onto his side, very close to her, and Dance smiles a long, slow, wicked smile. She’s in for servicing by both of them, thoroughly, if he’s smiling at her like that so soon after he just orgasmed.
There’s times when Dance will come several times in a row, hungry for skin and kisses and lots of licking her cunt, when he’s reacting like that. When he’s reduced her to a heap of limp, then he’ll turn back to Drin and fuck the bigger man down to total satiation. His pupils are dilating big again, so soon?– they’re both in for a ride tonight.
Dance’s hand comes out and strokes across her side, along her back, over the leather, making her more aware of the straps pulling close on her skin.
That touch distracts her enough that the first noisy smack of Drin’s hand on her damp ass is a complete shock. She jumps, surprised, crying out, “Oh!” and then the next loud moist smack, and the next, those big hands bringing up the heat and then the sting. “Ouch!”
He smacks her in quick regular noisy open-palmed whacks that are hard enough that the heat comes up first in her skin, and then it starts tingling.
“Give it to me,” Drin says, “talk to me here,” and he’s watching her wiggle, each blow of his right hand as even and regular and controlled as the next, striking just so.
“Ah! It tingles, ah! It stings! Ah!” Emma exclaims, shocked, because it does sting, quite a lot.
He stops, and rubs both hands roughly over her butt, and then he switches to the left hand, which hits more strongly, thumping into her more. “Don’t wiggle so far, or I’ll stop,” he says.
“Please… don’t stop,” Emma gasps, feeling her body rocked forward across his thighs with each thump.
Then she feels another hand touch her, slide up her side. Dance shifts around in front of her, standing in front of her head. Dance’s hands slide along her body, and then he’s stroking her breasts, gripping her nipples, and his bare prick is half-hard again, right in front of her face. She strains up, puts her mouth on the bare prick, hears him sigh. She kisses it, suckles it, groans around it. Not truly safe sex, that, and knowing it intrudes on her enjoyment. The back of her mind does like to comment she might not love sucking cock so much if it gives her herpes. She tells it to shut up. She’s not that worried. Drin’s got tested several times, since they talked about whether Drin might be a carrier even if he’s got no symptoms of it.
“Nice pink skin,” Drin says then, and he stops walloping on her, and again rubs his hands roughly over the throbbing heartbeat in her ass, making her cry out around Dance’s prick. Dance’s balls and hair tickle against her chin and her face, and he’s sliding in and out of her mouth, still bent far over her, gripping her breasts.
Then she feels a gloved hand smack her ass, and cold lube drools down her crack, and a latexed finger is sliding into her ass. “You want to get fucked up your ass tonight, like I just fucked Dance?”
Emma groans her answer, lifting her ass as high as she can. The finger probes, pushes around. Another finger slides into her ass, pushing in, widening her. Then his other gloved hand is sliding around her belly, sliding down onto her vagina, slipping into the open moisture of her cunt, and she groans even louder as the fingers touch her clitoris and keep going. The the fingers in her cunt slide along her, exploring her, dragging at her clitoris sometimes. He’s fucking her with both hands. She groans. Oh, he knows her fantasies, and he’s been busy trying to fulfill them.
“Spread her for me,” Drin says, and Dance’s hands come up off her breasts and grip her buttocks, spreading her glutes. Drin pulls his fingers out of her ass and her cunt. Then Drin is lifting her whole body up, shifting her across the corner of the bed, with her thighs spread wide around his hips. Then he’s pushing something larger into her ass, while his cunt-hand is also diving inside her.
She groans and tries to relax to let him penetrate her ass, and then he slides in suddenly, and he’s huge. Drin pushes his prick into her ass, and then his thumb is pushing onto her clitoris, and she’s pushing herself upward into him, groaning, with Dance’s cock come up hard in her mouth, making it hard to breath. Dance strokes her breasts, squeezing her nipples, while he thrusts his prick into her throat in little short jerky motions.
Everything is full of man, she’s squirming around prick she can’t escape, and then Drin smacks her butt again, and his hand in her cunt pushes up firmly against her clitoris, and a wave of such need rolls out of her pelvis that her whole body roars with it. She gulps and drools and rocks up her ass to meet Drin’s thrusts.
Drin and Dance have some agreement going, because they’re thrusting into her on the same beat, together, and pulling out together, in long, slow dragging motions that make her yell all the more. They start increasing their speed. Drin rocks his hand into her cunt more forcefully, pushing against her clitoris, and his prick is sliding easily in and out of her ass, she’s wide open for him, and then his free hand comes down in more open blows on her glutes, setting the whole thing alight all over again. She groans.
She’s grunting around Dance’s prick helplessly when Drin says, “Okay, stop,” and everything does stop, Dance pulls his cock out of her mouth, Drin pulls out of her rudely front and back and drops her on the bed, and she’s abandoned on the bed, buttocks and cunt aching with each heartbeat, about five strokes from coming.
“Bloody hell!” Emma gasps, rolling over. Her butt throbs as she touches the sheets, and she hisses, pushing herself over. Then Dance is right there between her thighs, licking his way up her legs, and she groans, arching up into the maddening soft touch. Dance knows exactly how to bring her with his mouth, but he’s not doing it. Dance keeps it soft, knowing his tongue is too wet and easy and undemanding to bring her over into such a hard climax. He’s not pressing or biting, all he’s doing is maintaining her level of frustration.
“Good,” Drin says, grinning at her and rolling a fresh condom onto himself. “You want something?”
“Fuck me!” Emma demands, pelvis straining up in need, and she feels Dance shudder, licking harder at her.
Drin just keeps grinning. “All right, now for the triple crown,” and he hands Dance a condom. “I lubed up for you, so whenever you want to climb on top and fuck me, I’m ready.”
Dance nods, and shifts away from Emma’s thighs, with a smack on Emma’s leg that makes her howl all over again.
“You ready for this?” Drin says to her, fingering her nipples, cupping her breasts, and she gasps, nodding. Then he’s kissing her, hard, climbing on top of her and sinking into her cunt with his cock, bringing more of his weight down onto her, and then he grunts as Dance pushes into him in one long absurd shove that drives Drin’s hips into Emma. Her thighs are long enough to feel both their bodies moving against each other, and her shins are rubbing against Dance’s hips, feeling his muscles work as he’s driving his prick into Drin’s ass.
Emma feels Dance fucking Drin, shoving him so powerfully into her that he’s fucking both of them. Drin only rocks his hips slightly, raising himself toward Dance sometimes. Most of the force is coming from Dance himself, just as they did in reverse some moments before.
Drin starts kissing Emma’s nipples, halfway nipping at them, and he’s groaning down into her, and her butt rocking on the bed is burning hot. Her hips slam up into Drin’s, meeting the shock of their push, and she hears Dance groaning above them both. Drin comes first, making that hollow cry, and that brings Emma in a fierce yell of triumph, and then Dance gives them both another hard push, and he is shuddering into them.
“Oh,” Dance cries out loudly.
Then they’re all three panting hard, their arms braced up around Emma’s body.
“God,” Drin says, and he kisses Emma’s breasts, each in turn. “Whatever I did to deserve this, I am… incredibly… pathetically… grateful.”
Dance chuckles, and kisses Drin’s shoulder, lifts one hand from the bed and strokes Emma’s hair back from her sweaty face. “Yes,” he says, smiling down at her.
As the bottom of the stack of bodies, she’d normally feel short of air, quite crushed, with her lower back shrieking in pain, but Drin has kept most of his weight lifted off her chest, and the spanking did something that cuts the pain from her back, or the loosening of sex did it, and she feels waves and waves of pleasure still echoing the roar of ecstasy through her pelvis. She feels damn good. She lifts her hands, from where she’s been clenching her paws on Drin’s shoulders–she’s left red marks on his skin–and strokes back his hair out of his eyes too, she strains up to lift her head, and she kisses him on the lips. Then his breath pants onto her cheek, and he kisses her back, gently.
She says, huskily, “I feel so goddamn much better, guys, yeah, grateful is a good word for it.”
“And now get the hell offa you?” Drin says to her, chuckling.
“Yeah, but you can hug my stuffings out, I’d like that,” she says.
“Just not on the butt,” Drin says, and makes her chuckle.
Dance moves, and then Drin is sliding down on the other side of her. There’s something quite amusing about handing wipes all around, and watching both men take off those condoms and clean themselves up. Something proud, or possessive, or something. My guys, she thinks, with a smile. Both of ’em fucked right down to a standstill, ready to fall over. She flings one leg over Dance’s knee.
“Ahhhh,” Dance says, flopping onto his side next to her, and kissing her on the cheek, and ruffling her hair back from her face. “You are looking very smug and satisfied.”
“She does,” Drin says, from the other side, rolling up against her back. He rests a hot arm along the hollow at her waist, between her ribs and her hip. “I love this crazy curve here,” he says, fingers spread flat on her skin, so it isn’t ticklish. Oh, he knows exactly how to tickle her to helpless snorts too. “And the belly. God, I love that soft little belly line in the dresses? Oh man.” And he kisses her trapezius muscle, just below the neck, and breaths happily into her.
“Or your legs,” Dance says, with his hot hand resting on her calf. “I love the way you legs look when you’re mad and you’re walking very fast in heels.”
Well, there are other days when she’s feeling totally mauled and manhandled and tired of toilet seats left up and way fed up with all the testosterone, too. Drin, at her back, must be mind-reading again, because he chuckles. He kisses her, and murmurs, “Hey, you’re so much of a dame that it takes two of us just to keep up our end, right?” He slides his hand down onto her butt, and makes it throb especially hard, enough to echo with a thump in her cunt, all over her pelvis, and she draws in a sharp breath.
“You guys did a good job on me tonight,” she agrees, kissing Dance on the lips.
Dance murmurs, “Your mouth tastes of semen,” and sighs.
“You keep it up, you’re gonna get yourself fucked with toys,” Emma says, “because my little loaf is just all done.”
Dance licks her neck, down onto her breasts. He’s gentle about it, and she relaxes into it, trusting him, know it’ll stay within her wincing tolerance, and it will make him incredibly happy.
“Dance? Wow. You’re kidding me. You are fucking amazing,” Drin says.
“Dance is quite a girl, in all the ways that count,” Emma says, “and I love him all to bits. I just don’t have his stamina!”
She reaches out, rubs her hands along Dance’s body, and he groans and flops onto his back, legs spread wide. “Oh God,” he says, arching up.
“Okay, we got you, just enjoy it,” Drin says then, and snaps on more gloves. “Straddle his face, let him get a good smell of your cunt, and he’ll be halfway there.”
Emma grimaces, hoists herself tiredly around so she’s facing down the length of Dance’s body, with her knees on either side of Dance’s head. “Well, hell, he really is up hard–” and she winces as Dance starts licking her thighs. But then it’s all right. No demands, it just feels nice. Loving.
Drin puts lube on his hands, and slides one hand along Dance’s belly, grips his penis, starts stroking it in long rough strokes, and she can see the jolt in Dance’s body when Drin’s other hand has penetrated his ass, and again when he finds that special little prostate spot that both of them have come to know so well. It’s amazing to watch Dance’s belly muscles working, thrusting in hard regular motions, pushing himself into Drin’s grip on his prick. Emma reaches out and pours on more lube for them, and then she runs her hands over Dance’s chest, gripping the muscles, stroking his nipples, and then pinching them. At the same timing she’s using on Dance’s nipples, Drin pushes his fingers inside Dance’s ass, shoving at him, making the jolt visible through Dance’s whole body.
Three good hard thrusts like that, and they’ve brought him. Dance is curling halfway into a ball, pelvis pushing upward, his hands curled around onto Emma’s thighs as if that’s his only anchor. And he hangs there, like that, for a good long time, with his prick drooling and shaking in Drin’s steady grip. It’s perfectly obvious when he’s crested past it and is sliding down again, because he starts breathing again, panting hot air into Emma’s pubic hair, and his belly loosens slowly, and then his hands relax off her thighs, and he’s sprawled out limp on the bed. He just shudders a little as Drin moves, pulling his hands away, pulling off the gloves, using a wipe to clean up Dance’s limp prick, lifting his knee up and around, and wiping his ass, and laying down the leg gently when he’s done.
Emma shuffles her knees back and peers down at Dance’s flushed face. “Better?”
He nods, panting. “You… turn me… on so much.”
“Sorry, baby,” she says sympathetically, and kisses him on the forehead.
Drin pats the smaller man’s leg. “Ready for a shower?”
Dance groans, and they both laugh. They hoist him up, and tease him, and get all of them into the shower and lathered and cleaned up and dried again, with Drin clearly suffering a bad case of the tenders, wanting to kiss them both a lot and hug them all to bits–and she and Dance are just as happy to hug him back–but finally they make it back to bed. They change the sheets together, yawns all around.
Emma is spooned happily between the two of them on nice clean sheets, with Drin’s body keeping her lower back warm, when she says, “You know, my butt is still throbbing!” and Drin chuckles. Then she finds Dance in her arms is already out cold, hair still damp around his tired face. “Wow, he’s wiped out already.”
“Good, he needs the rest,” Drin says, yawning. “So do we! I figure he’ll be feeling like this again tomorrow, dunno about you.”
“What?” Emma says.
“Oh yeah, he’s got a three-day peak every month or so when he’s blind horny, he’ll come if you just touch him too long,” Drin says. “I guess he really wasn’t like that before I came along, so I can see where you’d be surprised too. Gave him a good big hug in the elevator at work, the first time he went through this, he was gone before the doors even opened.”
“Don’t tell me, you’ve done him on your desk at work already,” Emma says.
“Well, it was pretty stupid–you want the honest truth, he did me right across that damn desk, I loved it!” Drin admits, and laughs into her neck. “So do you get the blind horny three days too?”
“That’s what’s so strange, yeah, only mine runs about a week, and then I hit my period, and I’m all grumpy. You know that part perfectly well!” Emma says. “I mean, I try to be a grownup about it, but it’s really hard sometimes.” She takes a deep breath. “Matter of fact, I’m about two days in on the hot and horny Siamese cat yowling right now.”
“So Dance says he never used to be like this, and now he’s got this heat where he’s mad crazy to suck me off, and get fucked, and he wants you so desperately he’ll do crazy things–”
“Well, maybe he’s more of a grownup about it than I am, he never pulls anything stupid, not like I do to him sometimes,” Emma says.
“Okay, where did you do him that was kinda silly?”
“Oh, well in the park outside the Archives–there’s a handy piece of sculpture, gotta say I’m not the only one who’s commented on that one– oh wait, you know about it?”
He laughs. “Um, yeah, waiting for you to get off work,” he admits, grinning. “Makeout central, practically!”
“And of course I drag him into the unisex bathroom up top sometimes at the Metro when I can’t stand it any more–”
He just nods.
She tells him, “The janitor will unlock the door and come right in, though, she doesn’t care who’s in there yelling, rude old fart.”
He laughs. “I’m warned!”
“Oh, and that wierd little alcove around that last corner from my office, ” Emma says.
He laughs. “I thought that might come in handy! But I’m too big, somebody would see my butt hanging out there. Maybe you and Dance can get away with it if you’re careful, but man. That’s desperate. Wait till I pick you up in the car, you can nail him in the back seat, and do it right.” He chuckles. “Where I can watch!”
“What, and distract the driver?” Emma says, laughing.
“Bring me around in time for round two of the amazing Dance sex marathon,” Drin says, kissing her again, and sighing. “I never expected anything like this. Never. Happy like this? Wow.”
Emma sighs too. “I didn’t expect we’d make you happy for so long. I mean, so many guys can’t keep it down to just–well, just two partners–”
He looks at her, and laughs. “You two? That’s enough of a handful for me!”
“I don’t know, maybe it was watching too many guys who just want to score and move on, I guess,” she says.
“Damn fools,” Drin says, and kisses her, and hugs her stuffings. He kisses her neck.
She hesitates, and added, “I know this is such a tiny little place, there’s no room to breath, and I’m not the easiest person to live with–”
“Oh, damn, here I was gonna talk to you about us all getting married, and making you organize the whole damn thing so we don’t drive you crazy by doing it badly,” he murmurs, very quietly.
She hears herself give a tiny squeak. “When? Did you ask him yet?”
“Tomorrow,” he promises. “After we’ve fucked his brains right out his ears and he’s calm enough that he can think. I mean, I don’t want to push him into a biased decision, right?”
“After you’ve just laid him within an inch of his life, doing him really righteously. Uh huh. How did he say it the other day? ‘The whole Messiah chorus with trumpets and hosannas’,” Emma says, chuckling.
“Yeah,” Drin asks, sounding smug.
“And it’s not all about the sex?” she says, teasing.
“Oh hell no, it’s about the fact the Metro won’t take good enough care of him, and the fact he’s so fucking adorable I don’t dare look at him right now, and watching the two of you just cooking together in the kitchen makes me go all weak in the knees. I’m such a lazy slob I just want to make sure he gets some decent health care and that kind of stuff, without stopping to fight through the courts for the right to marry both of you, all of us together. If it was different, I’d ask you, but you already have yourself pretty well-covered at work– which is very unflattering, I know, but you also said you were pretty leery of getting tied down, and I don’t want to make you feel tied down–”
Which makes her laugh. She’s not publicly tied to Dance, but on a practical level, on a financial and personal level, their lives are so intertwined it’d amount to a divorce to clear out. She’s tied to Drin now nearly as closely, and she hugs the arm draped around her. “And it’d be a lot easier to marry me, but you want to make sure he’s taken care of, and I am entirely happy with that. I love you to bits for thinking of that.”
“Emma,” he breathes into her neck. “I love you just as much. It’s about both of you. I wanted to be Dance’s husband. If you want to be my wife, I want to be your husband too. I would love to have a private ceremony for us three, same as we did before, just nice, not a huge event. Would you marry me like that?”
Emma blinks, and feels hot tears sting her eyes. Has she ever, any time in her life, ever trusted anybody to spank her ass hard enough to make her come like a freight train? Has she ever trusted anybody else with Dance’s well-being and his soul and his affection? Has she ever, in her life, ever dreamt of trusting anybody enough to plan for getting Dance married to them? “Silly, of course,” she says, and hugs his arm. “If you don’t give me every detail, so it can be planned right, I will spank you myself, and not in a good way!”
He hugs her tight. “Silly, of course?” he quotes hoarsely, and starts laughing into her neck. “Oh God, Emma, you’re a one and only.”
“So are you! I mean, trying to vet it with me while Dance is asleep! I mean, what if he doesn’t want to be my husband too?”
There’s a little chuckle that makes both of them jump, and Emma lifts her arm from Dance’s waist, and then he’s moving. “Oh shi–“Emma says.
Dance laughs again. He rolls around, putting his arms around Emma, sliding one leg over hers. He smiles at her. “I wanted Drin to ask you first.”
She thumps him on the shoulder. “Why?”
“You already know me so well, you help me, you know how I want to make you happy. But Drin has not had so much time to show you.”
Emma looks into the solemn dark eyes. She reaches up and grips his ear, and drags his head close, and says, “Dance, will you marry me?”
He smiles. “Of course, silly,” he says, and then she’s kissing him, plundering his mouth as deep as any time she’s been hot on fire to fuck him through the mattress, and he’s laying back, offering himself, letting her take whatever she’ll have. She draws back, and glares at him. Then she glares up at Drin. “You two jokers–”
And then Drin is rolling her around on her back, into the support of Dance’s arms, and he’s plundering her mouth just as she took Dance’s, with his big body all over her, and Dance is laughing softly into her ear, kissing the side of her face. Drin draws back at last, sighing.
“I think there’s one more thing I need to hear,” Emma says then, sternly, looking into Drin’s eyes.
She hears Dance chuckle, and then his hand comes up past her and strokes down Drin’s arm. “Drin, will you be my husband still? Will you marry me again?”
Drin looks at them both, smiling wider and wider. “Of course, silly–” and he’s laughing as he leans down and kisses Dance. Dance is kissing him back, hard, for a long time, and Emma can feel both men’s pricks are stiffening a little, pressing into her skin. She might get tired of the wear and tear on her joints, one of these days, she thinks, but she is never going to tire of the pressure of them both feeling happy like that.
“So the woman who doesn’t want to be tied down is going to saddle up two husbands,” Drin says, wryly.
“Ride ’em cowgirl,” Emma says, spluttering into laughter. She kisses both of them, and it’s not just a peck on the cheek in either case.
Dance looks up at them both, and his face is serious again.
“What is it?” Emma says.
He smiles a little. “Those organizing thoughts, as you say it. I do not–” he pauses, and takes a deep breath, “–want to cause issues for either of you at work, if you–”
Drin shuts him up by kissing him again, before Emma can demand somebody should smack him. Emma slides herself gently out of the way and lets Drin flatten Dance with that amazing full-body crushing hug he can exert when he wants to. Drin lifts off after awhile and lets Dance breath, and he says, “You’ve already met all of the coworkers that I would ever consider inviting to any meaningful event or ceremony of any kind– and whether you want to invite your favorite tyrant, Maestro Young, is entirely up to you.”
Dance makes a wry face. “It might be hard to avoid,” he says. His eyes are suddenly gleaming with tears. “People will want to– I know my section at least will want to–”
Drin smiles slowly. Oh, he knows, Emma thinks.
The people Dance works with were the guests who showed up right on the courthouse steps for the two men, with the horns and drums playing ragtime and all the string sections throwing rice and rude remarks and stopping traffic, marching around in silly outfits with signs.
She can imagine various first chairs conniving with Dance to make it all more than usually disruptive when they do this polyamorous party thing for her. They’re going to want to show Dance what they think of his utterly unconventional marriage. There’s an odd sort of fondness popping up there which Emma had not expected, ever.
Partly this is because Dance has been putting Drin’s suggestions to very good use, along with his own developing reflexes for stopping problems at the source. Nobody shows much gratitude, they never did. But they come to Dance when they need help, or need ideas on sorting things out; they count on him.
They’ll show up to see him get all embarrassed, just to tease him to bits. That’s for him, not even counting on the fondness people have shown, instantly, for his big low-key masterful Drin, one of their favorite patrons.
Emma waves her hand. “Pfehh, Young? Leave it to me. I’ll sort him out. Introduce him to one of my nasty distinguished library patronesses who’s been toying with the idea of symphony-coordinated charities–I’ll include a request for her to torture him properly–and he’ll be too busy trying to charm her to get in trouble. Or, for that matter, any other damned conductor we might have to handle, if Young doesn’t last that long. And he might not, the kind of rumors I’ve been hearing.” Emma arches both eyebrows.
Dance leans in and kisses her again. His hair smells of that lavender shampoo that Drin loves to buy him. She feels that pressure against her thigh increase quite a bit, and she smiles. Dance the marathon man! She rolls him onto his back and kisses her way down his neck, licks his nipples, and feels his chest arch up. Drin shifts around between Dance’s knees, chuckling, and then she hears familiar slurping noises. Dance sighs, and his belly muscles tighten up, and then he gasps. Emma grins, and begins using her teeth, carefully, on his nipples. “Oh,” he gasps, “oh, oh–”
Drin slides up his body, and Emma moves aside to give him space, stroking Drin’s back. My God, the freckles are amazing, she thinks fondly. The skin shifts as his muscles tense under her touch. Drin thrusts against Dance’s body, just bringing his weight to bear, not even trying to penetrate him, and Dance gives that long expiring groan that means maybe he’s finished off for the night. Maybe. She smiles, and feels Drin relax, loosening as well. Dance isn’t the only one who gets his heat on, she thinks, amused.