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Jon wakes up to the sound of creaking bed springs. It’s repetitive-- but slow and soft. It’s a familiar enough sound that he doesn’t immediately wake up all the way, but instead takes his time to get there, like he’s slowly drifting upwards from the bottom of a deep, peaceful lake. Blinking his eyes open, he hears a gentle, breathless gasp of a moan. He feels himself smile fondly before he even fully registers whose voice it is.
“Ti--iiimmm, yes, yeah,” Sasha gasps out, sounding breathy and worked up. They must have been at this for a while then, before they woke him up. Turning onto his side, Jon takes them in.
Tim’s lying on his back. He has the side of one of his hands in mouth, and appears to be biting down on it-- to try and remain reasonably quiet? How thoughtful of him. There’s sweat on his brow, his hair tousled-- genuinely tousled, instead of artfully so. He has a necklace of fresh hickeys around his throat and collar bone, and Sasha’s sat on his lap. She has Tim’s cock fully inside of her, and she’s grinding down on it like she’s hoping to get some sort of highscore. Her eyes flutter shut with overwhelmed pleasure, and her lower lip looks plump and sore-- she’s most likely been biting down on it, trying to be quiet too.
She’s clearly lost that capacity by now.
“Mmmm,” she noises, desperately trying to keep her mouth closed around the moan that wants to slip out-- she has to press her hand down over her own mouth in the end, muffling herself into it. She rolls her hips, and Jon watches as her toes curl.
“Good morning,” Jon says, a little bit wryly.
“Fuck,” Sasha says, her eyes opening. She looks down at Jon, lying in the bed at their side-- her hips keep moving despite the interruption. “Damn, we were try-- trying to-- hah, shit--”
“Trying to avoid waking me,” Jon says. “I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s unnecessary. Are you enjoying yourselves?”
“Yes,” Sasha says rapturously, and he can see her belly flexing as she clenches a muscle.
“Help,” Tim pants, removing the hand from his mouth. There are indents of teeth marks in the skin there, with how hard he’d been biting down. He turns his head to look at Jon with hazy pleading in his eyes. “She’s been torturing me for ages. Save me.”
“Not until I’m done with you,” Sasha purrs, and she bounces slightly on his dick. Tim swears, thumping his head back onto the pillow underneath him, his brow furrowing in anguish.
“Are you not letting him cum?” Jon asks curiously.
“Not yet,” Sasha breathes. Bracing her hands on Tim’s chest--and a very nice chest it is--she starts working herself up and down his cock in small but languid thrusts, like she barely wants to part with a single inch of it, despite her need for friction.
“Horrible woman,” Tim groans, his own hand sliding into his hair to grip at it, desperate for any composure. “Terrible-- awful-- killing me.”
“You love it,” Sasha says mercilessly.
Jon watches them for another moment, because they really do make for a gorgeous picture. But then he turns over onto his other side and focuses on the other occupant of their bed.
Martin is still firmly asleep, despite the fact that Tim and Sasha are both now rapidly losing their resolution to remain silent. His face is soft and relaxed with sleep, his breath whistling slightly on the exhale through his nose. Jon watches him fondly for a moment, and then reaches out and gently pats the side of his face.
“Martin,” he says softly. “Wake up.”
He doesn’t wake up. Martin is the heaviest sleeper out of all of them-- if it weren’t for the three of them, he’d likely sleep through his alarm at least twice a week. Jon had thought it had been mere laziness, back before all of this, before he’d properly known him. A severe misjudgement, he can now see.
Making a decision, Jon reaches down and sharply pinches some skin at his side. Martin’s nose scrunches up after a moment, his brow furrowing.
“You’re missing morning sex,” Jon says, scooching over until he can whisper into his ear. “I thought you’d want to be included.”
It may or may not be coincidence, but Martin wakes up very quickly after that. Blinking dazedly, looking endearingly bewildered by the waking world, Martin looks blankly up at Jon who’s now propped up on one elbow.
“Whuh?” Martin says groggily. “Sex?”
“Yes,” Sasha cries out, louder and faster with each repetition. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
“Yes,” Jon answers, grinning.
Martin sits up, and Jon lets himself flop back down onto the bed to give him a better viewpoint of the main action.
“Oh,” Martin says. Alertness washes over his face quickly then, and then a keen want. He leans slightly forward, like he’s smelled something delicious and he’s absolutely ravenous. A slight flush is already beginning to color his cheeks, his eyes raptly focused on Tim and Sasha. “Right. Sex.”
“Are you glad I woke you?” Jon asks.
“Yeah,” Martin says, without taking his eyes away from the scene. “Thanks, Jon.”
“You’re welcome,” Jon says, a little bit smugly. He twists around so he can see the other two again-- Sasha’s bouncing on Tim’s dick with a desperate, frantic speed now, nothing language or self indulgent about it at all. Her hair is falling in her face, her mouth open as she gasps for air and moans without shame, and her breasts are moving in a very nice way. Tim is swearing a blue streak, his hands clutching at her hips to help drive her down on his cock even harder and faster with each thrust.
Jon squirms slightly, until he feels properly and comfortably settled to watch the show. Above him, Martin’s hand reaches out and sweetly tucks some locks of Sasha’s hair behind her ear, getting them out of her way.
“Are you-- you’re close?” Martin asks, sounding very interested to hear the answer, as obvious as it surely is.
“Fuck yes,” Sasha moans. “Just a little-- a little more, a little--”
“I’ll give you a little,” Tim growls, and Jon watches as he actually lifts his hips off the mattress to thrust more vigorously into her, muscles in his belly visibly flexing with the effort, grunting. They continue like that for another minute, and then every muscle in Sasha’s body tenses, her back arching, her eyes squeezing shut, and she comes with a cry. Jon watches entranced as shivers travel up her spine, as she accidentally leaves red lines on Tim’s chest from her nails as her hands clench up into tight fists.
After a long moment, she seems to regain the ability to breathe. With it, all of the tension slips out of her body, leaving her with the structural integrity of melted butter. She slumps downwards, and Martin leans forward over Jon to help her into a controlled collapse onto the bed, falling on her side. Jon moves, making space for her.
“Fuck,” Tim says. His pupils are blown up wide and dark, and once he exits Sasha Jon realizes that he hadn’t cummed as well. His dick stands erect, darker with blood, slick from fucking Sasha. “Can I-- I need to--”
“I want to do it,” Martin says immediately, like he’s been dying to say it, keeping the words just behind his teeth so he wouldn’t interrupt. “If I-- if that’s alright? Please.”
Sasha flaps one hand. “Whatever you wanna,” she says, her words slightly slurred from her recent orgasm.
There’s a rearrangement of limbs then. Jon scooches further back on the bed, Martin moving over him and Sasha so he can get at Tim. Sasha follows him, and Jon tucks one arm around her middle, right beneath her breasts, her back to his chest, snug and close. She’s taller than him standing, but she’s positioned herself so he can rest his chin against the top of her head and continue watching the show. He likes watching more than anything else. It’s much more comfortable than participating.
They watch as Martin wastes no time in crawling further down the bed, until he’s between Tim’s legs, his head at crotch level.
“Oh, good,” Tim says, his words fraying at the edges with desperation. “You’re so good, Martin, yeah, please.”
“Okay,” Martin says, grinning up at him, before he gets started on swallowing Tim’s formidable cock down.
“Mm,” Sasha hums in appreciation.
“Quite,” Jon agrees with her in a quiet murmur. Such a lovely way to start the morning, watching all of his partners please each other. They’d expressed some worries at the start of their relationship, this arrangement, that he might feel left out or uncomfortable by witnessing them being intimate like this-- but that truly, truly is not an issue. Being allowed to see them like this is an intimacy and a privilege all on its own.
“Martin!”
And a very, very beautiful sight. That too. He watches as actual tears bead at the corners of Tim’s eyes as he’s finally allowed to cum, his back leaving the mattress. He hadn’t lasted long at all-- Sasha must have been using him for quite some time. She likes to use Tim rather like a toy for her own pleasure at times, but the man doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Rather the opposite.
Martin swallows it all down, and only slides his mouth off Tim’s cock once he starts whimpering with oversensitivity, gritting out, “Jesus Christ, mercy.”
Sitting back up in bed, Martin licks his lips. Sasha is warm and lax in Jon’s arms, and Tim looks like an exhausted ragdoll, but Martin looks only keen and alert, his eyes bright and his cock standing hard and erect between his legs.
“Wanna fuck me?” Tim slurs, ever generous and thoughtful. He spreads his legs a little bit wider in invitation.
“Yes,” Martin says eagerly.
Sasha squirms in his hold, and Jon lets her go.
“I’ll get the lube!” she says cheerfully, climbing over Jon to get at their nightstand.
Oh, they really are going for it today. It’s good that it’s a Saturday morning, and they have all of the time in the world. They’re all going to be utterly exhausted by the time they’re done.
“I suppose,” Jon says thoughtfully, “that I’ll be the one making breakfast today, then.”
“Pretty please,” Sasha says with impish sweetness, and she presses a kiss to his temple on her way to handing the lube over to the other two.
Well, it’s only fair, he supposes. They are all giving him a rather spectacular show.