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It’s sweet enough that my heart twists in my chest, but Adrien just looks at me and throws me a quick, mocking bow before grabbing his jacket and leaving. Just like that, he’s gone, leaving the three of us in the room without him.

“That was weird,” I whisper, unsure if I should feel guilty or not. “Did I–?”

“he’s always like that,” Ansel grumbles. “He doesn’t really show affection or stick around for the after.” He sits up, wincing, and leans back to look at the two of us with narrowed eyes. “It’s your fault, though,” he tells the two of us flatly. “He came in here while I was, uh, unable not to hear you guys in the shower. He heard you too.”

At my look, he glances away. “What did you expect us to do?” He’s off the bed and on his feet a second later, stepping forward to close off any escape.

Not that I plan on needing one.

“Wait for you to be done in there?” His hand comes up and Ansel touches my chin, drawing me in for a kiss that’s closer to Ronan’s sweetness than Adrien’s possessiveness. I sigh into it and reach up to twine my arms around him, sandwiched between both men in the motel room that had seemed a lot bigger when we’d first walked in.

“Aren’t you tired?” I laugh softly, heart fluttering when he tugs my t-shirt off and throws it onto the lamp, nearly knocking it over.

“Not for you,” he breathes “Never for you. I want to see you. I want to fucking touch you.” His words are rough and desperate, like a man starving who sees food at last. Ronan helps him slide my shorts down my hips, and they fall to the floor without more than a soft sound.

Ansel grabs me and pulls me towards the bed, surprising me by throwing me down onto the rumpled sheets on my back. The comforter has already been torn away, thanks to Ansel and Adrien, and I don’t have time to do more than look up at them in surprise before Ansel is on me, straddling my hips, his lips slanting against mine in the next second.

A long, satisfied sigh leaves me, and when Ronan sits down, I drag him towards me by his arm, coercing him into leaning down so I can kiss him too.

I’ve never kissed two boys at once before.

But this makes me want to do it again and again. When I switch to kissing Ronan, Ansel leans down to mouth at my throat, down my sternum, to the valley between my breasts. Then he’s back again, with one last nip to my lips before he turns to catch Ronan’s mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper, now having the best seat possible to watch them. It’s clear that they’ve done this before. That they’re very familiar with each other’s mouths.

I watch with my hand tracing the path that Ansel’s mouth had taken, from the dip at the hollow of my throat, down almost to my navel.

They kiss like they’re fighting. As if they’re battling for dominance that hasn’t been established yet. Ansel grips Ronan’s hair in a sharp grip, pulling a gasp from the other brunette, and I can’t miss the soft, needy sound that Ronan gives him in return. My stomach jolts, and even though it hasn’t been very long since my own orgasm, I find heat curling in my stomach once again. My thighs press together, needy and insistent, as the heat finds its way there, and when Ansel breaks their kiss to dive for my throat again, I’m almost a little disappointed.

I love watching my boys kiss. I love kissing them both, and most of all?

I want to know what would happen if Adrien were added to the picture.

But that thought is wiped away when Ronan moves to bite the other side of my neck, and I can’t help my yelp of surprise, my body jerking off the bed at the sharp, hot pain.

Ansel is there once again, his hands on mine, fingers twining with my own so he can pull me to my knees. Uncertain as to what he’s doing, I let him pull me forward so my face brushes his, and then he pulls me forward, off balance, until I’m toppling into his lap, still kissing him, but now on my hands and knees on the bed.

He lets go of my fingers before they hit the bed, letting me catch my balance, only to bring them up to brush back my still-damp hair. “Perfect Sable,” he sighs softly. His gaze is sweet, and kind. It’s something I’ve rarely ever seen from him, and I sigh against him.

I love you, I want to say to both of them.

I just don’t know how.

My chest aches at the idea of them going away again, but I’m saved from doing something stupid when Ronan crawls forward to get on his knees behind me. Hands stroke down my sides, gripping my hips, and a moment later, Ronan is kissing down my spine, stopping to nip at my ass.

“Really?” I squeak, trying to look at him over my shoulder. Not that Ansel lets me. He kisses me again while Ro chuckles, drawing my attention back to him while Ronan continues to kiss and mouth at my skin

It doesn’t take much for Ansel to shift again. He lies down on his back, dragging me over him, until my hips are high in the air but my chest is pressed to his, my lips finding Ansel’s without any difficulty whatsoever.

Ronan doesn’t hesitate. I feel him behind me, and his fingers slip into me just like they had in the shower. But he doesn’t need to do much. He presses a third finger into me, rocking his hand against me to spread my wetness and make sure I’m just as ready for him as I had been in the shower.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any more,” Ronan huffs, a small laugh in the words. “You don’t know how good you look, Sable.” He pulls three fingers out, gripping my hips, and seconds later I feel him slide the head of his cock against my slit, gathering the wetness there that’s the product of his fingers.

“Ansel–” I gasp into his mouth, rocking my hips back against Ronan. “I–”

Ansel kisses me, a growl finding my tongue from his lips, just as Ronan thrusts into me until he’s seated fully in my cunt. I whine, the sound ending in a long, whining moan. My back arches, but Ronan doesn’t take a minute to adjust.

He pulls back and thrusts into me again. Long and slow and at his own fucking pace instead of the harder, faster one I would prefer. With my hands holding me up and keeping me balanced over Ansel, I can’t exactly reach back to drag him against me.