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“She may not need you anymore, brother,” Halfdan says as Harald comes strolling into the room. You and he are still panting, you with the sheet wrapped around your body while Halfdan lies sprawled out naked across the rest of the bed. “What was that,” he asks, rolling his head to check with you for a second, “three?” He turns back to Harald with a smug grin. “I’ve already given her more than she said she had all year.”
Harald doesn’t even flinch. He posts up against the doorframe, crossed arms showing off those glorious biceps framed by his white undershirt again. “That's ok,” he says smoothly, flashing a toothy grin that reminds you of a wolf giving warning you’re in his territory. “Now I’ll know, when I make her come a few more times, it's not just because she was desperate.”
A fresh tingling starts between your still-trembling thighs. You might not need it anymore, he’s right, but you’re immediately certain you don’t want to skip this man’s turn.
The next thing you realize is there a warm, savory spice wafting through the air. “Are you cooking?” you ask incredulously.
Harald shrugs, barely-concealed pride tugging at the corner of his lip. “I figured we would all be hungry when we were done. I looked through your kitchen, found what I needed to whip something up.”
So much for your imagination that Harald was listening with bated breath and jerking it during your very noisy session with Halfdan. Though the image of this thug ransacking your pantry just to meet another one of your needs almost makes up for it. “You guys are really taking this boyfriend thing seriously,” you quip. Harald shrugs again, eyes twinkling. You don’t miss the way his gaze slides down the outline of your body under the thin sheet.
Halfdan rolls onto his side, spooning your hip and bringing his face close to yours. Your eyes focus on his scabbed knuckles as one hand comes up to brush a strand of sweaty hair off your brow. “You sure you want to keep going?” he asks softly, and you realize he has specifically blocked his brother’s view of your face with his own head. Giving you a chance to be honest. “It’s alright if you’re done.”
You smile up at him sweetly. “You were wonderful. Possibly the best I’ve ever had,” you answer truthfully. “But…” your eyes flit to what you can see of Harald. “I’m just too curious. I still want both of you.”
Halfdan’s face twists into that half-crazed smile that seems to come so naturally to him. He doesn’t seem offended at all. “You deserve to have the night of your life,” he answers, and kisses you on the cheek. He murmurs a soft “and thank you” before climbing off the bed. You hold the sheet to your chest and sit up to watch him walk his buck naked ass right past his brother and out into the hallway. “All yours,” he says to him cheerfully. “I’m going to hit the shower.”
“Stir the sauce when you get out?” Harald requests. These boys are certainly making themselves very comfortable in your house.
“Fresh towels in the hall closet,” you call after Halfdan. Then your eyes fall back on Harald. He hasn’t moved; one powerful shoulder dented by the corner of the doorjamb, planting all his weight on one bare foot while the other crosses his ankle casually. His chestnut hair is out of the braid and spilling down over his chest.
He’s looking you up and down too, eyes glittering in the winding blue frame of his face tat. “Alone at last.” He senses the awkwardness in your silence and flashes another smile to cut the tension. “We don’t have to start right away, if you need a break,” he offers. He steps into the room with what he probably thinks is a casual air.
You’re not sure what you want to do next. You pull the sheet a little snugger as you check in with your body, warm and wet, a little raw, but not entirely spent. You want to play with him but you’re feeling a little sluggish, not sure how to start.
“Can I see your toys?” he asks, raising one brow suggestively.
There’s just something about a man that’s not afraid to use a little technological assistance. “That sounds like a very good idea,” you agree, and scoot over to pull open the appropriate drawer in the nightstand.
You’ve got quite the collection of vibrators and other things that you’ve picked up here and there. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, especially with the caliber of men you’ve been dating lately. But you haven’t organized this drawer in a while, and you’re not even sure you fully remember what-all is in there. You do your best not to feel self-conscious as Harald silently peruses.
His thick fingers pluck some hot pink thing from the pile. You don’t immediately recognize it. He turns the object over in his hand as he holds it up to you; a butt plug with a sparkly plastic jewel on the end of it. “Do you like this one?” he asks in his low, gravelly voice.
You suck in a breath as you think about it. “I’ve only used it once,” you confess. “It felt great once it was in, but it was hell getting it in there. I’ve been a little bit nervous to try again.” Your whole body is starting to feel hot and prickly, looking at that pretty little thing in his powerful hand.
Harald just smiles. “Let me take care of that part,” he offers. “I know a few tricks.”
Your vigorous nod is a mixture of eager and anxious. The excitement is fun but Harald picks up on your tension. He sets the toy on the table and sits down next to you instead, hands moving slowly to draw your face into his for a soothing, deep kiss. The unhurried, sensitive way that he coaxes your mouth to relax and let him in feels like a preview of what he’s promising he can do with other parts of your body.
Then he’s pulling back, holding your face softly between both his hands as his crystal blue eyes assess you warmly. He doesn’t say anything, but everything about the way he moves is telling you to trust him. Your body is starting to thrum with eagerness for what he’s promising. He reaches back into the drawer, plucking up two of your vibrators, a bottle of lube, and a condom. He sets them all on the nightstand and pushes the drawer closed with his shin.
“Lie down,” he says. “On your stomach. Let me help you relax.”
You scoot down and flatten yourself onto the mattress, face turned toward him with sleepy eyes as you settle in. His hand is warm on your shoulder, and his loose hair brushes your back as he leans down to press a few kisses behind your ear. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks softly. The sheet still covers everything up to your lower back, and Harald’s hands start to travel over your exposed skin, caresses turning firmer as he begins to massage you.
His hands are so strong. His touch is not the kind of coaxing slide of a guy hoping to get you in the mood for sex; even though that’s the actual purpose here, Harald is acting like it isn’t for now, and actually giving you a damn good massage. His sliding grip begins soothing aches you hadn’t even realized you had.
You twist just enough to catch his eye. “Maybe I picked the wrong boyfriend after all,” you joke, then let out an appreciative groan as his thumb finds a knot in your lower back.
Harald bends his face close to yours again, lips tilted in an enigmatic little smile. “Maybe that’s what I’m trying to show you,” he says in a soft, playful growl, and then you’re twisting up far enough to kiss him again, suddenly desperate for another taste of his lips.
The rhythm of his tongue in your mouth and his hands on your skin is hypnotic. You find yourself wiggling your ass in time to that cadence, hoping that his hand will stray lower soon. When he pulls back from the kiss, his eyes are glazed over with lust and you know he won’t be making you wait much longer.
With one hand still stroking your back, he uses the other to draw the sheet the rest of the way off your body. He makes an eager little noise in the back of his throat at the sight of your wiggling ass and slightly parted legs. “So beautiful,” he croons, then bends to take a soft bite out of one asscheek.
You twist a little, involuntarily, and that gentle hand on your back is suddenly holding you down, steadying you. His warm palm is already soothing away the sensation of the bite. “Apologies,” he murmurs into your skin, “it was just too tempting.” He makes another soothing noise. “I won’t do anything so surprising again. Just relax, and enjoy yourself.” That warm hand is moving over both your cheeks now, setting everything tingling. He centers himself so that he can stroke both your thighs, pressure still firm enough for a satisfying massage but you want so much more than just to relax now.
You spread your legs a little wider, a needy noise escaping your throat. His powerful hands are sliding up your inner thighs immediately, your signal clearly received. He pinches at the fleshy part of your ass, spreading you wider to his view. He nudges your leg with his knee to make more room for him in between, and then his fingertips are stroking along the edges of your sex.
You’re about ready to beg by the time Harald coats a few of his fingers in saliva and starts to really explore. He is so much more deliberate than Halfdan, taking his time with every movement and making a study of the twitches and sounds he elicits as he wakes up your clit, then slides between your inner lips. You rock yourself back over his fingers, urging him deeper.
It’s not long before you feel Harald’s thumb circling your back door. “Do you still want…?” he asks, adding just a little pressure rocking against your tight hole to punctuate the question.
“Yes,” you sigh. The sense of adventure in these competent hands is absolutely thrilling.
He reaches over you, and after a moment his fingertips bring some of the cool silicone lube to your rear entrance with graceful, unhurried circles that work the slippery fluid into the puckered flesh with an absolutely delicious sensation. Unlike other lovers in your past, Harald is going slow enough to make sure that you have time to relax for him here. You remind yourself to breathe as he works at the unfamiliar area, his tender yet deliberate fingers bringing you the dirtiest sort of pleasure until you can feel your body already starting to let him in.
Harald slows and then you hear the sound of the first vibrator clicking on. You can’t help but groan and let every one of your muscles go slack when Harald sets the tool against your asshole. It’s not something you normally do to yourself, not something any man has ever thought to do for you, and the deep pulsing between your cheeks feels incredibly wrong and incredibly right at the same time.
He presses in slowly, swirling the slim vibrator as he goes. The deep response from your body surprises you, arousal ratcheting higher and higher as he begins to speak in punctuation to his rocking pressure. “Such a good girl.” His low, gravelly voice slides through your ears and compliments the rumbling of the toy he’s pushing into you. “You are doing so well, doll. Just keep relaxing. You’re letting me in beautifully.”
You can tell he likes doing this sort of thing. He didn’t ask about the toys just for your benefit. The realization that he’s getting off on penetrating you like this sends wave after wave of heat through your body, and you wonder if you’re about to come just from the vibration in your ass and the ragged near-whisper of his praise.
“I think you’re ready now,” he prounounces, and slowly eases the vibrator out of you. Only then do you realize how far you had let him in. Filling you with the plug was probably going to be as easy as he promised.
But even lubed-up, the hard silicone of the buttplug doesn’t feel quite as easy to take without that sweet, distracting vibration. You flinch in warning and Harald’s voice is immediately warm and soothing. He slows down and grabs the second vibe. This one he sets against your clit, giving you new fireworks to focus on.
You feel his slow and steady pressure against your anus, but now you have an added stimulation you’re more used to. Your body responds eagerly to the vibration on your clit, pre-orgasmic waves coursing through your entire pelvic floor as Harald keeps pushing on.
“I’m—I’m about to come” you stutter, and he presses the vibrator more firmly against your clit, making you groan through your teeth. Just as you’re teetering on the edge of release he forces the plug the rest of the way in, the intensity of that thrust sending you off into a spiraling orgasm. You feel the rhythmic clenching of your muscles all around the foreign object, rocketing your ecstasy to higher peaks than your idiot ex had ever achieved. You have the fleeting thought that you’re so very happy you never threw that thing away.
When you finally sag into the bed, panting, you hear Harald tearing the wrapper of his condom. “Don’t get too comfortable, Y/N,” he chuckles, big hands spreading your thighs a little wider as he climbs up between them. “You don’t want to miss how that thing feels while you’re getting fucked.” He slides one palm over your dripping sex, jostling the plug, drawing another moan from you as the movement makes your aftershocks tingle through all your limbs. “If you’re ready,” he adds, dropping the act with just enough courtesy to ascertain your consent.
You babble your agreement and Harald is lining himself up almost immediately, pressing eagerly against your more-neglected opening. He feels so wide going in, but as he starts to move you realize you’re feeling unbelievably full because of the way his cock is pushing against the plug through your inner walls. You moan and rub your hips back against his, crying out when the motion makes the plug wiggle even more inside you.
He doesn’t last as long as you hope. That heavenly fullness must be squeezing hard against him too, making him blow his load with a swallowed groan before you were done savoring the experience. But when Harald rolls off you, Halfdan is there again, one arm up against the doorframe with his forehead leaning against it like he can’t even balance on his own feet at the sight of your upturned ass with that jewel in the middle.
Harald chuckles low when he notices, reclining next to you on the bed. “Is that not a gorgeous sight, brother?”
“Too fucking hot,” Halfdan agrees, voice tight.
You see him palming himself through his blue jeans and you get up on your knees and elbows, arching your back and presenting yourself at him like an animal. “Wanna go again?”
Instantly Halfdan is stripping, fringe of wet hair flipping over one eye as he closes the distance between your bodies. His palm slides over your hips, then the soft flesh at the backs of your thighs almost reverently as he struggles with his pants with the other hand. He wiggles the jewel above your anus, making you curse softly at the renewed sensation of the plug buried in you.
Harald hands him another condom and makes no move to leave the bed. He reclines beside you and reaches up to stroke a sweaty lock of hair off your forehead. “You are an amazing woman,” he croons, and holds your eyes as his brother’s cock slides home deep into you.
Under any other circumstances, you might make crack some humble joke about being a pretty normal woman getting fucked by two absolutely outrageous guys, but with Halfdan currently filling you to the hilt all you can manage is to nod and smile enigmatically. Halfdan makes a high sound, almost shivering in pleasure. “Can we keep her?” He draws himself out with another delighted sound, then slams back in with a lusty noise. “Let’s keep her.”
You find yourself unable to comment on the proposition as Halfdan pistons into you over and over again. One hand splays over your asscheek, keeping a steady grip so that he can use his thumb to rock the plug in your ass in counter-tempo to his movements. It’s almost too much, but Harald is there, steady palm sliding over your grimacing cheek, grounding you as you take doubled pounding. You almost bark a laugh as you realize Halfdan is dragging another orgasm up out of your guts. Harald presses his thumb into your mouth and you suck on it to stop yourself from screaming.
Your whole body locks up this time. You wonder briefly if a person could pass out from coming too much. Halfdan’s earnest cock and the inexorable pressure of that thick plug make you feel like your body is nothing but cunt and ass and ragged lungs desperate for breath. He’s not stopping. Halfdan’s already come once and he’s not giving it up now before he wants to.
You flip your head over your shoulder as soon as you have voluntary control over your muscles again, fixing the man with your pleading and grateful eyes. His gaze locks and softens in response to yours, and it’s only a few more strokes before he lets you watch him crumble, spasming his release into your warm cunt.
Then you all collapse into the bed, and it’s a long time before anyone moves.
Harald is making pancakes in the morning. Their hotline rang in the middle of the night, and they’re headed straight to another job after a cozy breakfast with you, and more visits to your shower. Your kitchen is a mess and there are used towels everywhere, but you’re strangely content. They won’t take any payment.
You catch Halfdan’s hand before they head out the door. “Will I see you again?” you have to ask.
The wild-eyed blonde smiles, peering out at you from behind his hair. “Just pick up the phone. We’re always home.”