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“No, mama, we didn’t crash on the plane here. It’s safe,” Sam sighs exasperatedly, leaning against his suitcase. With one hand, he’s holding his phone up to his ear. With the other, he’s pinching the bridge of his nose as though trying to stave off a tension headache.
Leo’s chest tightens, and he slings what he hopes is a comforting arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Their shuttle bus isn’t due for another fifteen minutes, so they’re enjoying the last dregs of daylight before the sun sinks behind the Eiffel Tower: Leo by stretching out his legs after their long flight; Sebastian by enjoying a smoke; and Sam by trying to convince his mother that he hasn’t died in a freak plane accident.
“No, mom, I don’t-” he begins, shoulders heaving, before he’s cut off by another tirade. “Okay. Sure. I have to go, okay?”
Without waiting, he slams the End Call button with his thumb, cutting her off mid-sentence. Then lets out a long, irritated breath. Things are a little better with his mother, but still tense, and it makes Leo’s heart ache a little to see him so wound up. Can’t wait to get to the hotel and fuck him until he unravels.
“Okay, Sammy?” he asks, squeezing his boyfriend’s waist with his fingers.
Sam nods, exhales again, slips his phone into his pocket. “Seb, babe, I need a fucking cigarette.”
Despite his snippy tone, his eyes are wide and forlorn, and his fingers are trembling as he takes the cig their other boyfriend holds out to him. Sam doesn’t smoke often, and Seb raises a brow at Leo behind his back before going to light it for him. He cups the flame with long, slender fingers; and then, once the cigarette catches, rests them featherlight against Sam’s jaw as he takes a deep drag.
God, the two of them together are a treat. Night and day, converging to make something unspeakably beautiful. Leo taps his fingers on Sam’s waist, and manifests the bus’ speedy arrival.
It pulls up a few minutes later. Sam firmly stubs out the remnants of his cigarette on top of a bin, before dropping it inside, and they all shuffle inside. The journey is short, mercifully, and the three of them snuggle up in the backseat: Sebastian, then Sam, then Leo, all holding hands.
The hotel is, like, really fucking nice as well. The farm had a frankly obscene harvest this year, and this is their reward. When they step inside, sneakers echoing on the pristine marble floor, a bellhop shunts their cases onto a trolley and assures the trio they’ll be in the room by the time check-in is complete. Sam nods and thanks him, breaking out what he can remember of his high-school French with a grin, charming as ever. To the naked eye he’s completely over the phone call, smiling and chatting and kindly ignoring the way the bellhop is undressing him with his eyes. But Leo and Sebastian know better. Know the tightness in his jaw and the agitated way he’s fiddling with his promise ring, sliding it up and down his finger.
While he’s busy fraternising, Leo pulls Seb over to the side.
“He needs to get fucked,” he whispers, barely a breath, glancing sideways at their boy. Seb’s mouth quirks into an amused smirk, and he nods thoughtfully.
“Did you bring the strap?”
As soon as the door’s closed behind them, Sebastian shoves Sam into it and takes his lips in a rough, domineering kiss. The blonde gasps softly, before moaning against his lips and going pliant in his arms, and Leo bites his lip as he watches the two of them, feeling heat already pooling in his core. It’s been months since Seb joined the relationship, and seeing the two of them together like this still soaks Leo through his underwear every time.
But he has to focus. He has a job to do.
Crouching down next to his suitcase, he unzips it and rifles through for his strap-on, and their biggest, ribbed, dildo. It’s purple, super girthy, and Sam always looks so hot taking it. Unreasonably so. Distractingly so. Sometimes when Leo’s out tilling earth for new crops, he zones out thinking about it and has to sit down for a minute to recover. So it’s perfect for today.
He glances over at Sam and Sebastian, who are still making out pretty hardcore against the door, and feels his cheeks get hotter. Seb’s got a hand between Sam’s legs, now, palming him through his shorts, and it’s the most erotic thing ever.
“Good boys,” he praises breathlessly as he tugs his sweatpants off, and his boxers (well, Sebastian’s boxers, actually, which he’s taken to stealing) are quick to follow. Then his t-shirt is flung to some far corner of the room, and he’s ready to step into the strap. He’s a dab hand at it now - thank you, years of practice - and largely unphased by the complicated buckles and loops. So it doesn’t take long before the dildo is hanging, heavy and thick, between his legs, and he meanders over to his boys.
With a giggle, he taps Seb on the ass to get his attention, and he pulls away from Sam looking deliciously kiss-drunk: swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
“You guys are hot,” he grins, leaning in to give each of them a quick peck on the lips. “I almost feel bad interrupting.”
Sam jostles past Sebastian, seizes Leo’s face in both hands. His fingers still smell like smoke, and the kiss, when it comes, tastes like it, too. It’s a quick one, but not chaste - desperate, messy, unashamed. It makes Leo’s cunt throb between his legs.
“Love you,” Sam pants when he pulls away. “‘M sorry for bein’ snappy, I just-”
Leo shakes his head, hums in dissent. “None of that, angel. We’re gonna make you feel better.”
“Oh,” Sam breathes. Leo watches his pupils dilate to the size of saucers in real time.
Sebastian squeezes his ass affectionately. “Yeah, Sammy. And you’re gonna love this.”
Pause. Eyebrow quirked curiously up, lip caught beneath overbite, cock already straining eagerly against cargo shorts. Devilish grin, handsome dark eyes, sharp canines.
When nobody says anything, Seb pipes up again. “We’re in France, right?” he confirms.
Sam nods, looks so lost. A smile steals its way onto Leo’s face.
“So… Eiffel Tower?”
Leo can’t help it: he bursts out laughing at the stunned silence which follows this proposition, and Seb follows suit, tips his head back and cackles. Sam, who under different circumstances probably would have come up with this idea himself, looks, for once, totally speechless.
It takes him a beat, but then he starts laughing too, totally incredulous.
“Are you fucking serious?” he snorts, swatting ineffectually at Sebastian. “You’re not fucking with me?”
“I would never,” Seb promises, which is categorically untrue. Leo would hazard a guess that at least 70% of their conversations include Sam being fucked with in some way or another.
“So, Leo’s base, right, ‘cause logistically…” Sam pauses, before seeming to register that Leo’s strapped the fuck up, pink monstercock pointed threateningly in his direction. Whatever logistics he’d been considering die on his tongue, and he blinks all pathetically as he processes. “Oh my God. Okay. Yes. Fuck yes. Please.”
Sebastian rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Knew he’d be into it, didn’t we, Leo, baby? Knew he’d wanna get fucked in both holes like a slut.”
Sam’s Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he swallows, chest heaving, and a soft moan slips from his parted lips. He really fucking likes when Seb talks to him like that, all teasing and patronising. Leo has to admit he quite enjoys it himself, too, when he’s on the receiving end. But he loves tag-teaming Sam with Sebastian even more.
He’s just so easy. All they have to do is ghost a finger across the nape of his neck, and he melts into a subby little puddle. And they work so well together, barely have to say a word to know what the other is thinking, and Seb is so amazing at playing the bad cop to Leo’s good cop.
“Can you strip for us, Sammy?” Leo asks softly, giving him a gentle nudge towards the bed: this grand old thing, with white satin sheets.
He nods, and there’s an undercurrent of desperation in the way he yanks his sweatshirt off, discards his shorts. His cock springs out, eager, slaps obscenely against his stomach; pink tip swollen and leaking with pre. A moan catches in Leo’s throat at the sight, and he briefly entertains sitting Sam down on the bed and just impaling himself on it. But where’s the fun in that?
“On your knees,” Seb commands, laying a playful slap on his bare ass. Sam’s on the bed in record time, on his hands and knees, a small anticipatory trail of drool gathering at the corner of his mouth. Leo and Sebastian join him, perched along the edge of the duvet like a pair of birds.
“So, Leo,” Sebastian drawls. He doesn’t even spare Sam a glance, just fixes his burning gaze right on Leo’s obscene strap-on. “Which hole d’ya want?”
“Can I take his ass?” he responds with a grin. Already his hand’s resting on it, teasing Sam’s rim with featherlight little touches. Seb nods and hands him a bottle of lube, cheapie stuff they bought in the little airport convenience store.
When a slick, lubed finger slips in, Sam behaves himself. Doesn’t say a word. Just keens pathetically and arches his back.
Sebastian shucks his own shorts off and clambers properly onto the bed, smearing the precum from his cockhead across Sam’s mouth with a cheeky little smile.
“Wait!” Sam gasps, before it breaches his spit-slicked lips. “You guys have to high-five, or it doesn’t work.”
“Sammy, that’s stupid as hell,” Sebastian teases, pushing his cock beyond their boyfriend’s lips. He moans at the intrusion, and Seb laughs sharply. “Obviously we’re gonna do it.”
As he slides his cock further into Sam’s mouth, groaning lowly, Leo adds another finger to his backdoor preparations. Hours of being cooped up on a flight, and then the hellish conversation with his mother, have Sam a little tighter than usual. But he’s quick to relax with a dick in his throat, and soon Leo’s able to add a third finger to the mix, leaning forward to kiss a freckled asscheek.
He just looks so good like this. As though he was made for it. Broad shoulders, golden skin, slutty little waist. Cock hanging hard and needy between his legs.
Leo pulls his fingers out, wiping them on Sam’s back, and lubes up the strap. The movement sends the harness grinding into his t-dick, and he whines at the sensation. Then he’s pressing it up against Sam’s entrance, and Sam’s moaning helplessly at the pressure, and he’s slipping it in, slowly, and they all three groan in tandem.
Sebastian’s a sight to behold like this too, stomach clenching with the effort of not fucking Sam’s throat. His dark hair is swept back behind his ear, and his sharp eyes are bright with mischief. As he bottoms out, Leo leans forward to kiss him.
When they pull away, Seb chuckles. “Fuck him hard, L.”
Leo does as he is told.
He slides out halfway, before slamming roughly back in, and Sam wails around Sebastian’s shaft as he grazes his prostate.
Seb pulls out for a second to let him catch his breath, resting his cock against Sam’s cheek.
“Oh my God,” Sam sobs, voice rough, arching back into Leo’s strap. “Fuck- please- thank you, baby, so hard, please, need’t, need you, need-“
Before he can finish his sentence (or lack thereof), Sebastian presses his dick against his lips and hushes him disapprovingly.
“Now, now, Sammy,” he scolds, tangling one hand into that lovely blonde mullet. “Good boys don’t use their mouths for talking.”
With that, he stops holding back: starts fucking Sam’s mouth in earnest. Leo can’t see his face from this angle, but he’s watched this happen enough to know that Sam’s eyes will be blurry, his chin wet with drool, and this is enough to get him thrusting as hard as he can.
The two of them, Seb and Leo, work as a team to get Sam seeing stars - timing it so they both thrust in at the same time, eliciting a frayed whine from the man between them. He’s so wound up that it doesn’t take long at all for him to start whimpering all pathetically.
He braces himself on one hand, biceps flexing with the effort, and starts pumping his own cock with the other, all desperate and barely coordinated, letting out the most obscene cry as he finishes all over his stomach.
Sebastian isn’t far behind. He elicits a low, long groan, before pulling out and painting Sam’s cockdrunk little face with his cum.
“Ah, fuck,” he hisses, holds his hand towards Leo for a cursory high five before their structure crumples completely.
The three of them sit there for a moment, gasping for breath. Sam looks thoroughly wrecked between the two of them, on the brink of overstimulation with Leo’s strap still inside him; Leo sits right at the edge of orgasm, panting with exertion; and Sebastian with his tired, satisfied smirk opposite him.
He gives Sam’s hair a loving stroke, and flexes his strong, slender fingers. Fixes Leo with a long, hard stare - one that brings a flush to his cheeks and makes his cunt throb between his legs.
“Hey, babe, c’mere,” Seb grins.
So Leo slides carefully out of Sam, and does as he’s told.