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when his hands slip down, lower, i don't stop him. his dress has been all but forgotten, but mine is still on me—sort of, at least. My bra is all the way across the room, and my dress is hanging as loose as it can. there's no zipper, but the bow around the waist has been untied with the bottom of the dress stuffed into my shorts. he tugs it out lazily, but i decide to take matters into my own hands and pull it over my head. he chuckles a bit but soon goes back to nipping at my neck.
his hand ventures past my boxers, meeting my skin at the base of my cock. he pauses, then decides on a different approach, tugging at the waistband. my hand moves from being tangled in his hair to taking off my shorts. i have to maneuver my legs from around his waist to over his lap, using one hand to slip my boxers off while he lifts my hips up. when they're finally off, his fingers slide back into place, toying with my clit. the pleasure comes in a wave as he pinches me, and i shiver at the feeling. his head bows down, but he doesn't lick; instead, he bites me. the sharp pain causes me to make a noise of surprise, and he laughs. my hand goes to his hair, and i tug his head up with no warning.
"ah!"
"'nough a' that, pup," i say, voice breathy, "go on, suck."
he follows, hesitantly. at first, he's slow and cautious, licking up my cock once, then again. another sudden pull on his hair sets him straight, though. his hands move to my knees, as i push his head deeper into me.
that's when my boyfriend walks in.
xe stops in the doorway and makes eye contact with me, before xyr face slides into a smirk.
"you boys don't mind if i just watch, do ya?"
my other boyfriend—still between my legs—freezes at the voice before relaxing as he realizes who it is.
"it would probably love that, it gets off to that sorta thing," he says, nodding towards me. my face heats up considerably, but i ignore it, instead choosing to tug at my boyfriend's hair, then nudging him into my cunt.
xe laughs and strolls over to the farther of the two twin beds in the room. "oh god, am i excited for this. you have no idea how long i've been fantasizing about watching my boyfriends fuck on an armchair in a fancy hotel."
i roll my eyes at xyr ramblings; i'm not even really listening at this point, just watching xem shed xyr buttoned shirt, then bra, then dress pants.
xe lies back on the bed, hands behind xyr head, eyes closed.
"how are you going to watch if your eyes are closed?" our boyfriend chirps, his eyebrows raised.
"uh, actually, i'm not feeling it anymore," i add, "sorry."
"hey, it's okay. the story's gonna end soon anyway." xe says, eyes still shut, having not moved an inch. "this is about the time the author started running out of space on the loose-leaf hy [originally] was writing it on."
there's a pause; then he speaks. "...do you think we'll—" he stops.
"nah, the author doesn't care enough about us for that." xe says easily. there's another, emptier pause—longer too.
"i'm sorry." i say softly. "i do. love you, i mean."