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Playfulness hung in the air that evening.
Before the drop ship had come to collect them they’d managed to find a medkit on Horizon’s body, and Hound had sat Elliott down and propped him up against a supply bin whilst they injected him with its supplies. It had served to counter a lot of the damage Revenant had caused, but he still had to be rushed to medical back on Solace to have the rest of his injuries tended to. Winning the match gave him champion benefits however, which meant that he had access to the higher end treatments, for both him and the others, so by the time the medical staff had finished attending to him it didn’t feel like his windpipe was permanently crushed, which was always a positive.
The three of them had the gas cleared out of their systems pretty fast too, and without having to deal with any of the respawn chambers, they were able to return home relatively early, something that pleased them all.
As the afternoon began to turn to evening, Elliott found himself busy in the kitchen making dinner. Cooking was always something he’d enjoyed doing, but it had become something of a tradition that he’d make something nice if they all won together. Hound had opted to shower whilst this happened, but Boone hung out in the kitchen with him, happily relaxing in the background as he leant against the kitchen island and chatted with him whilst Elliott hummed and flitted about, entirely in his element.
“-Anyway I’ll make it for you the next time you’re at the lounge, see what you think. Personally I don’t think it needs the lime but hey, who am I to judge, I mean it’s not like I’m a professional bartender or anything.”
“The juice goes in it? I thought you were talking about the garnish.”
“See, that’s the thing! You’re supposed to garnish it with lemon! Which I refuse to do, it doesn’t work. I mean you think it would, but it just doesn’t. You’ll just have to try it yourself, you’ll see what I mean.”
He paused for a quick taste test of the sauce, narrowing his eyes a little as he put the spoon to one side and started rummaging in the spice cupboard for what he needed, taking out some garlic powder and sprinkling it in.
“You’re adding more to it?” Boone said, disbelief in his tone. Elliott tutted as he continued to stir the sauce.
“One day. One day I will make this for you without any of the seasonings and then I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me it tastes the same.”
“Surely it can’t add that much extra flavour.”
Elliott turned around with hands on his hips, an image that probably looked a lot less threatening given that he was in his ‘kiss the cook’ apron, but still, he frowned pointedly at Boone who seemed absolutely delighted by this and simply grinned back at him, the bastard. Elliott tutted and rolled his eyes, turning back to the stove again.
“Nope, nu-uh, I’m not falling for it this time, you’re just trying to rile me up.”
“Rile you up? Me? Why would I ever do that?”
“Because you’re a menace.”
“A menace, huh?”
There was the sound of footsteps before a pair of large arms slid around his waist, and Elliott’s traitorous body leant back into Boone’s touch before he could remember to keep up the pretence of being fake annoyed with him.
“Y-Yeah. You heard me, you’re a scoundrel.”
“So mean to me El…” Boone murmured in his ear, and Elliott knew there was no way he would have missed the shiver it sent through him.
“Lia…”
“And here I thought you liked it when I riled you up.”
“There are appro-appra- You- There is a time and a place for these things.”
“Is that so? If I remember correctly…” Boone continued to speak, voice low, his lips trailing over the shell of Elliott’s ear, “you are intimately familiar with the kitchen counter.”
Elliott was glad to be faced away from him because the heat that rushed to his cheeks was unmissable.
“Y-Yes, well, I- Ah… I didn’t have three pans on the go at that p-particular moment.”
“And all those other moments?”
Oh damn him.
“Babe let me-” A soft sigh slipped out of him as Boone pressed his lips to his neck, “-Let me finish dinner.”
There was a hum before Boone finally eased up and pulled away, and really it was not fair that Elliott wanted him back immediately.
“Alright handsome. Maybe we can have you for dessert, hm?”
The hands that had left his waist dipped to squeeze at his ass before Boone was finally backing off for good, wandering over to settle himself on the couch, still within eyesight. It took several deep breaths and a subtle readjusting before Elliott was able to regain his focus for what he was doing, his body now thrumming with a different sort of energy. Evidently not being respawned had put the man in a very specific mood.
Hound emerged from the bathroom soon after Boone had relocated, their curls still a little damp from where they’d towel dried them, and they settled themself on the other end of the couch from Boone, bringing their legs up to drape over his lap. Elliott couldn’t help but give them a fond little smile before he turned his back to them to continue cooking.
“That smells wonderful,” He heard them comment from behind him. “Is this the new recipe you were telling us about?”
“You got it, I think you’re gonna like this version baby, it’s got a tang to it.”
“Did you add the-”
“Yup, sure did, and the fresh basil from the window box.”
“Then I greatly look forward to it, beloved.”
Elliott looked over his shoulder to wink at them and was surprised to see Hound looking rather unabashedly towards his ass. Elliott raised an eyebrow in an unspoken ‘oh?’ and Hound simply raised one back, in a silent challenge. And alright, okay, so it seemed all three of them were in a certain kind of mood that evening, clearly their victory had had some sort of infectious impact on them. Very well, Elliott could play this game, and if Hound wanted to stare at his ass whilst he cooked then hey, he wasn’t going to stop them. In fact if they wanted to look so much then maybe he’d angle himself so they could see better. He was very considerate like that.
It wasn’t too much longer before everything was ready to go and Elliott was serving up, ordering them to take a seat at the table.
“Wait, wait! I made sure to get fresh bread too, hang on-”
With a huge smile on his face he quickly ran back into the kitchen before returning with two very tiny bread rolls. In all honesty he’d bought them for the size alone, having not even considered whether they’d be needed with dinner, but as he handed them over to Boone and saw how comically small they looked in his hand, he felt nothing but utter delight at his bread buying choices.
“Aren’t they the tiniest rolls you’ve ever seen?”
“Bloth sized.” Boone teased, holding one out for Hound who looked thoroughly offended as they took it from him.
“I am not that small, þú ómögulegur maður…”
“I’m just teasing you kit.”
Hound rolled their eyes and let out a sigh, knowing full well the height jokes were hardly about to have a stop put to them, but Elliott saw the way they softened, a smile curling at the edges of their mouth when Boone leant over to kiss their cheek in lieu of an apology. It made Elliott’s own heart lurch a little in his chest, a lump building quickly in his throat that he forced himself to swallow around.
He was just very grateful, that was all. To have them both in his life, to love and be loved by them. His affection for them was a river that only seemed to widen, deep and bending with them, shaping to their needs.
Elliott loved them both so very much.
“So, whaddya think?” He asked as they both took a bite, eager to hear their reactions before he started on his own plate.
“It’s wonderful Ella, thank you for making it.” Boone spoke, reaching over the small table to take Elliott’s hand and squeeze it in gratitude for a brief moment, before he was returning to his food.
Hound similarly nodded. “I see what you meant about the sharpness.”
“Right? I think it works better than the old version. You like it?”
“Yes, you did a wonderful job sólin mín, thank you.”
Warmth settled under his skin with their compliments and finally Elliott began on his own food, pleased with himself. Maybe it was a little cheesy to enjoy cooking things for his partners but, well it made him happy, and seeing them enjoy his food made him feel accomplished. It was one of the few things he was rather good at, after all.
*****
Dinner passed peacefully, amidst pleasant conversation. During which time Elliott managed to forget about the heated conversation and actions that had been carried out in the kitchen earlier, pushed to one side by discussions of their friends, Boone’s latest guitar composition, amongst a variety of other topics. That tenderness that Elliott had felt earlier hadn’t gone away, instead it had blanketed him and settled nicely around his heart whilst he listened to the other two speak. If they noticed his smiles were of the softer kind they didn’t say anything, but Elliott did notice them look at him a few times, only for a moment, before glancing back to each other and continuing on with what they were saying, as though there was something unspoken Elliott hadn’t picked up on. Perhaps they were also feeling a little tender that night too.
When the food was finished Boone graciously offered to wash up, during which time Elliott finally took off his apron and went to curl up next to Hound on the couch. They were settled at one of the ends and Elliott sat next to them and sidled up to them a little shyly, his arms finding their way around their waist as he perched his head on their shoulder.
“Hello…” Hound murmured fondly, indulging him in a sweet kiss that had his stomach in flutters.
“Hi.” He replied afterwards, bumping noses with them.
“Everything alright?” They asked and Elliott nodded as much as he could with his chin still on their shoulder.
“Mmm. Happy.”
“I can see that.”
They smiled at him softly and pressed another gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.
Elliott was so in love with them.
The pair of them embraced for a little while, until Boone was finally done with the washing up and came strolling over to the couch.
“Now, if I remember correctly I believe it’s my turn for movie night?”
“Sounds about right.” Elliott responded, sitting up a little so there’d be enough room. As he stretched a little he looked over at Hound. “You want the middle?”
“Not this time elskan, the middle is all yours.”
Elliott shrugged and settled back, it wasn’t often he was in the middle during movie nights but hey, he wasn’t complaining, it was always nice to be in-between them both.
“What are we watching this week?”
Boone settled down on the other side of him and turned the TV on, getting up the movie app and beginning to scroll. “An old brain dead action flick, you’ll probably like it.”
“I’m still surprised you’re so into those.”
“It’s entertaining when it’s over the top.”
“Oh I’m not disa-dis- Listen, I get it, no argument here. It’s just not what I expected from you.”
“Well I never predicted you’d be into terrible horror films.”
“Everyone is into terrible horror films, people who say otherwise just haven’t seen the right one.”
“Yeah? You reckon?” Boone smirked at him.
“I will find one you like, I will. There’ll be one out there that’s so bad it’ll make you laugh and then you’ll get it.”
“I’m awaiting the day Ella.”
“Tunglið mitt, the lights?”
Quickly Boone went over to dim the lights and as he came back, Elliott reached out to tug him back down to the couch so he could settle against him properly, his tenderness giving way to little bouts of neediness. But Boone was more than happy to oblige him, sitting back and lifting his arm to rest it along the back of the couch so Elliott could make himself comfortable, and also so he could ruffle and play with Hound’s hair on the other side of him. With all three of them finally at ease they turned their eyes to the screen as the title for the movie came up, which now that he’d seen, yeah, Elliott was pretty sure he’d heard of his one, and so he mentally settled down also, content to spend the rest of the evening curled up with them both, relaxing and winding down.
The first fifteen minutes of the movie passed by without any incident. They all interjected with comments about what was happening every so often (“they’re clearly going to be the person that betrays them at the end, no good guy wears an outfit like that c’mon-”) as per usual with movie nights. It had been a relief, actually, that Boone was okay with talking with him during movies for the most part, unless it was a serious one, Elliott knew that his inability to shut his mouth was annoying for a lot of people, so to have not one but two people put up with him really was a blessing.
And then, in a very casual motion, Boone moved his arm from the back of the couch and placed his hand on Elliott’s thigh. Elliott raised his head from Boone’s shoulder and gave him a pointed look, because here was the thing - hand on the thigh only ever meant one thing with Boone. He could try and act all innocent but that was not an innocent gesture. There were implications. Implications that reignited the heat he’d felt earlier in the kitchen, and reminded him of all those heated looks he’d received from the pair of them earlier.
However before he could let out a sarcastic ‘Hey, it’s literally your movie night’, he felt another hand slide with purpose over his chest, resting just over his heart, and Elliott’s head turned to look towards its owner, only to meet Hound’s gaze, who was staring at him with a look of complete hunger and oh.
Oh.
They’d planned this.
He didn’t get to look at Hound for long because after swallowing hard, Boone was cupping his jaw in his hand, turning him back to face him, and all Elliott saw was a wolfish grin on his face before Boone leant forward and kissed him. Immediately Elliott’s eyes fluttered shut and he melted into the kiss, relaxing back against the couch cushions as he yielded himself, breath hitching when Boone’s tongue pressed against his own.
He felt Hound’s mouth on his neck, their breath warm and ghosting over his skin which made him shiver as heat curled low in his gut. It had been a while since he had been the subject of both their affections, so to speak, and it felt good. Incredible even. Elliott suddenly didn’t care at all for whatever they’d been watching, far more interested in the both of them and the new direction their evening was heading in.
Next to him Hound moved to straddle his thigh, and Boone let go of his chin to cup his cheek instead so he could continue to grin at him, and there was something about the way that Boone’s hand could cover the entire side of his face that shook such a deep arousal into him. But now that he was no longer kissing someone Elliott wanted to fix that, and so he looked towards Hound who was already meeting him halfway, capturing his mouth with a soft noise. There was a hand sliding up under his shirt, gently caressing the expanse of his chest, and then Boone was pressing kisses behind his ear, which had Elliott gasping into Hound’s mouth. They must have told Boone about that particular weak spot because Elliott certainly hadn’t, but his kisses there stirred up a low moan that echoed into Hound’s mouth as it escaped Elliott’s throat. A noise that seemed to spur them on as Elliott felt them start to gently grind against his thigh, and so he reached out to keep them steady, fingers curling around their waist, brushing against the soft fabric of their jumper.
There was so many sensations it was almost distracting, between the feeling of Hound’s mouth on his own, Boone’s breath on his neck, the warmth of Hound grinding in his lap and the softness of their clothes, not to mention the heaviness of his own arousal, it felt like he was swimming in stimulation.
“You’ve been so good to us today Ella...” Boone murmured into his ear, “Protecting us the way you did, taking care of us at home…”
The whimper that crawled out of him was mostly involuntary, and Elliott pulled back from Hound’s kiss to take a deep breath, only to be met with their eyes, dark and wanting.
“Mm, so wonderful Elliott… Our handsome champion… Ah- You were so beautiful out there today… Perhaps it is time we take care of you now, hm? Wouldn’t you agree, Illias?”
Oh. Oh.
“I should think so,” Boone agreed, and the hand that had been exploring under Elliott’s shirt slipped back down to rest on his thigh again. “What do you think, duckie? Would you like that?”
Elliott tried to reply, he really did, but then Boone began to massage his thigh, slowly trailing further up and it scattered Elliott’s thoughts to the wind. When he had almost reached the top of his thigh he squeezed at the muscle there and Elliott whined, much to Boone’s delight, who smirked like a man who knew he’d won.
“You’re so cute.” He cooed, and Elliott had barely enough thought process to gasp out “Oh, you absolute fucker-” before he was being kissed again, Boone’s beard scratching against his own, and suddenly Elliott had nothing to complain about.
For as much as he liked to tease though, Boone was capable of mercy, and he demonstrated that by finally cupping over where Elliott was aching, and Elliott didn’t care how needy he sounded when he gasped, all he could focus on was how good it felt as his hips tried to twitch up into Boone’s hand.
“Mm, whilst I would adore taking him here,” Hound murmured to Boone, “I think perhaps we should move this to the bedroom before we get too carried away.”
Boone hummed in agreement, and in the next moment Hound was clambering off his thigh whilst Boone stood up, offering him a hand. Elliott took a few deep breaths, his head still spinning a little, before reaching out to take the offered hand. It was a trick however, as Boone simply picked him up once he was standing, lifting him up with ease so Elliott was forced to to wrap his legs around Boone’s waist, accompanied with a yelp that did nothing to hide the sound of chuckling coming from Hound behind him.
“I am c-capable of walking!”
“It’s more fun this way.” Boone said, as though it was a simple fact. He was right of course, but Elliott refused to admit that.
“You are inco-incorra- you-”
“Yeah baby?”
A blush spread over his face and Elliott chose to hide instead of finishing his sentence by burying his face in Boone’s shoulder, the vibrations of his lover's laugh rumbling through his own body as he was carried into the bedroom, as though he was about as heavy as a paper weight. And sure, he might have been embarrassed, but being carried through the house like that, with such ease, only made that fire in his veins burn even hotter.
Ever the gentle giant, Boone carefully laid him down on the sheets of their bed before standing back, and Elliott pushed himself up to lean on his forearms, watching as Hound came in after and shut the door behind them, their eyes not leaving him for a second.
“S-So what’s uh- what’s the plan?”
Hound and Boone turned to one another and grinned, and Elliott watched with excitement as the pair of them started to remove their clothes. They’d all learnt, after a lot of trial and error, that aside from special occasions it was really much easier to just de-clothe themselves first instead of trying to do it to one another. Huge time saver.
“I’m going to ride you.” Hound said and Elliott could have melted at their tone. “And then we will see what else you can take.”
The side eye to Boone did not go unnoticed and Elliott grinned, feeling giddy.
“Sounds good, great even, I uh- Yep, gonna, take my socks off now.”
Boone put a hand on his chest as he tried to sit up and Elliott raised an eyebrow as he was pushed back down. Oh, so this was a special occasion then.
Neat.
He watched unabashedly as the two of them removed the rest of their clothes, eyes wandering over the ink on Boone’s body, imagining how those decorated muscles would look as he held onto Elliott and fucked him. And Hound, how gorgeous those thighs would look spread across his own whilst they rode him, it made Elliott’s breath fall fast and heavy, and he reached down to slide his hand into his underwear, just squeezing to relieve some of the ache.
Boone pulled Hound close for a moment, (and didn’t that just get Elliott going, his cock twitching in his hand as his eyes followed Boone’s hands, admiring the expanse of skin he could cover with his palm alone) bending down to kiss them, Hound sighing happily into it as they stood up on their toes so he wasn’t having to bend down as far. It made Elliott smile, seeing them try to accommodate him, although that fondness was quickly overtaken by a pulse of arousal as he heard Hound whine when Boone slipped a hand down to squeeze at their ass.
When they were finished with their kiss their eyes turned back to him, looking at him hungrily, and he swallowed hard as the two of them approached him, but followed their instructions as Hound encouraged him to raise his arms so they could remove his shirt, whilst Boone stood between his legs and made quick work undoing his trousers, murmuring at him to lift his hips so he could slide them off, along with his socks. There was a rush of blood in his ears, which only got louder when Boone kissed above the waistband of his boxers, it was a relief when Hound kissed him once more so he had something to focus on and he could pretend like he wasn’t a complete wreck from simply the foreplay on the couch and watching the other two make out a little.
A mouth ghosted over the front of his boxers, and he couldn’t control the subsequent whine that followed as they were pulled down. Hound grinned into their kiss, their teeth catching on his lower lip as they slowly pulled back, teasing the potential of a bite. “Baby…” He murmured, the pleading edge in his tone serving to betray his neediness, but he knew that they were aware of how weak he was for them. The mattress dipped a little as Boone finally crawled onto the bed with them, seating himself with his back against the headboard, legs spread invitingly as he beckoned the pair of them over once he’d pushed the pillows to one side.
Elliott didn’t even think twice. He crawled between his legs and pressed his lips to Boone’s throat, his hands coming up to rest against the jagged scarring on his chest whilst he let his tongue drag across the thick scar that cut across his neck. Elliott heard a murmured ‘Sweetheart…’ from above him, which turned into an approving hum when Elliott kissed below the hollow of his throat, over the black dot tattooed there.
“C’mere duckie, lay against me...” Boone murmured, a hand sliding into Elliott’s hair to tug at it gently. Elliott was happy to oblige, turning around and sitting in the space between Boone’s legs, with his back flush against his chest, the hair there scratching in a pleasant way against his back. Immediately Boone’s mouth was on his neck again, distracting enough that Elliott almost missed the sound of the bedside drawer opening as Boone took out a bottle of lube and handed it over to Hound, who had knelt on the bed at their feet.
“Enjoy the show…” Boone murmured in his ear and he almost asked ‘What show?’ , but his question was answered when he saw Hound pour some of the lube onto their fingers. They waited a moment, making sure they had both Elliott and Boone’s full attention, before they were sliding a finger into themself, accompanied by a soft gasp. Elliott had been hard before, but watching them and hearing them sent a jolt through him that had him reaching out to grab Boone’s thigh and hold onto it just to ground himself. With the way he was sat he could similarly feel Boone’s achingly hard length pressed against his back, evidently just as affected by this as he was, and Elliott couldn’t blame him, not when they made those breathy whines as they slid another finger in with the first.
“You look so good baby…” He breathed out, his voice heated but tinged with fondness as he watched, completely mesmerised as they prepped themself. He wanted to reach out and touch them, hold them, but they’d deliberately sat just out of reach, no doubt to tease him a little, they were so fond of doing that to him. There had been many a time where they had made him beg, drawn out their teasing and barely touched him just to hear him whimper their name and oh, he had done just that, almost sobbing when they had finally taken mercy on him.
For a moment it seemed like they were content to keep kneeling there, getting themself off, but eventually they removed their fingers and some of that fog in their eyes faded a little as they crawled forward and into Elliott’s lap, looking just as magnificent as Elliott knew they would. They grinded against his length a little, enough to make him whimper whilst they cupped his face in their hands, his want and need for them unmissable.
“Are you ready for me, ástin mín?”
Elliott nodded quickly, drawn to the way the corner of their mouth curled upwards in a knowing smile. It was a struggle to not close his eyes and lose himself in what he was feeling, and so he made sure to keep his eyes open and watch as Hound took him in hand and slowly pressed him against their opening, pausing for only a moment to make sure that he was alright, before they slowly began to sink down onto him with a low gasp. And fuck- Fuck. They felt incredible, so warm and tight and-
“Baby…” Elliott gasped, hands reaching for their waist and holding onto them tightly. He couldn’t help but kiss them again, whining a little when they rocked their hips forward, a sound that only got louder when he felt Boone’s lips trail over the back of his neck.
“Does that feel good pumpkin?” Boone asked in between kisses, and god, Elliott really hated that nickname but he couldn’t bring himself to care much in that moment, letting out a breathless ‘yes’ as Hound leant back to lift themself a little and fall back down. Boone offered out a hand for Hound to hold onto to steady themself, and Elliott saw them throw a thankful look in his direction before they directed their attention back to him.
“You feel so good…” They murmured, hips rolling whilst quiet moans filled the air.
“Y-You really feeling it today puppy?”
Hound moaned quietly and rested their forehead against his own, that wild look in their eye letting him know that oh yeah, this was especially good for them today.
“I have wanted this… Wanted you… Since I saw you on that rooftop...”
Oh fuck. That made Elliott’s skin burn, and he felt Boone chuckle behind him, who clearly had picked up on that earlier too. Elliott had just presumed they were… Proud? He hadn’t- Well. This definitely had gone over his head.
“You were so myndarlegur, so striking, you do not know how much I wanted to have you then and there, I would have taken you on the roof if I could- Mm! Elliott…”
“You distracted them something fierce.” Boone chuckled, squeezing Hound’s hand whilst they rode him. “Had the both of us riled up all day… Does he feel good kit?”
“You know he does.” They replied, their ability to sass undeterred even as they fucked themself on him, taking Elliott as deep as they could with breathless whimpers of his name. Elliott felt like he couldn’t do anything else but watch them, seeing them so eager and falling apart like this, taking their pleasure from him, they were beautiful. Truly beautiful, the way their chest rose and fell with their movements, the raspy quality their voice took on as they crept closer to the edge, the red flush that spread over their nose and neck. They were a work of art like this, one that Elliott was in awe of. And with Boone at his back, his eager mouth lavishing his throat and shoulders with kisses, there was no place else he’d rather be than between them.
“You doing okay baby?” Boone murmured in his ear, and Elliot nodded, leaning further back against him whilst he kept a steady grip on Hound’s waist.
“I-I- Yeah I uh- Oh fuck, I’m in-in-...”
Hound squeezed around him with a knowing smirk and Elliott thought he saw stars.
“They look good like this, hm?”
“S-So good...”
They murmured his name over and over, until their thighs began to tighten, and they let out little quiet gasps, rolling their hips faster.
“Ég er nálægt ...” They whispered. Immediately Elliott reached out to touch them, and a heady rush swept through him as they moaned, leaning into it. With the hand that remained on their waist, he let his fingers dig into their side a little, enough to make their breath hitch as they teetered on the edge.
“Come baby,” Elliott whispered, “it’s okay, you can come for us.”
They squeezed around him even tighter as they let out a shout, gripping Boone’s hand tightly as their eyes fell shut. For a moment Elliott worried he was also about to come, but he kept his focus on them, watching their face as each final wave of it washed through them, until they were left leaning against him, breathing heavily, in absolute bliss. When their senses seemed to return to them they were indulging him in a kiss, a little messy but very needy, and Elliott yielded to it, to them, without question. When they pulled away it was with a contented smile, almost catlike, and they shifted their hips a little to make him shiver.
“Puppy…” He breathed, both in awe and arousal, and it only served to make them do it again.
“Sweet man…” They murmured, kissing him once more fondly before carefully sliding off him and shifting off his lap, letting out a sigh as they did so.
“You’re incredible kit...” Said Boone, and Elliott nodded in agreement. Hound smiled at the pair of them, and leaned past Elliott’s shoulder to give a lingering kiss to Boone before they sat back on their heels.
“How are you feeling Elliott?” They asked, placing their hand on his thigh. “Think you can keep going?”
Oh yeah. Absolutely. Watching them had been truly breathtaking, but that fire still burned in him and he wanted more. And he could hardly miss the way Boone was still hard and pressing into his back, so he nodded and turned around to look at him, noting the flush in his cheeks.
“What’s it gonna be then handsome?” Boone asked. “You’re our champion… What do you want, hm? You wanna take me? Want me on top? Or would you like to be in my lap now?”
The latter of the options made Elliott audibly inhale and Boone smiled at him with knowing affection.
“Alright then Ella, we can do that. Sit up now, let us prep you.”
With a little shuffling Elliott maneuvered himself to be knelt between Boone’s legs, whilst Hound positioned themself behind him, in a nice little Elliott sandwich.
“Can you slide your knees apart a little more baby?” Asked Boone, to which Elliott obliged, holding onto Boone’s shoulders to keep himself steady as he did so, his hand just shy of the brand on his lover's bicep.
“Perfect...” Boone encouraged, trailing his hand down Elliott’s back and making him shiver.. There was the sound of the cap on the lube bottle again, and the hand on his back vanished for a moment to grab it. When he felt something cool slide over his entrance he couldn’t help but inhale sharply, fingers digging into Boone’s shoulder.
“Sorry pumpkin, I know it’s cold.”
“It won’t be for long. We’ll warm you up.” Drifted Hound’s voice from behind him in a promise, and Elliott shivered once more for an entirely different reason. Their hands trailed over his back, nails scratching teasingly whilst Boone continued to rub gently at his entrance, relaxing him until after some time, once everything had warmed up, Elliott felt him slowly press a finger inside him. A low gasp crawled out of his throat and he willed his legs to not give out because he was thrilled to have something inside him at last but oh- Boone’s fingers were thick and it was already so much.
“That’s it, relax a little more for me baby, just like that, that’s perfect...”
Deep breaths. Elliott wasn’t sure how long he was going to last by the time he got around to having Boone inside him properly, already wrecked from Hound riding him and now this was pushing him closer to the edge than he’d anticipated.
“You’re doing so well elskan.” Hound murmured, leaning forward to kiss the back of his neck. By that point Elliott couldn’t speak anymore, reduced to only whimpers, entirely at the mercy of his partners.
“Sweetheart, do you think you can handle a little more?” Boone murmured, and Elliott raised his head, a little confused. Though that confusion cleared up fast when Hound squeezed at his ass and he realised what they wanted. The idea of them both- Yeah. Yeah he could handle that. He wanted that. He would do whatever he could to not come immediately.
He nodded his head and he heard Hound whisper in his ear: “Use your words handsome.”
“Y-Yeah, I want that, I want- Please, please yes…”
They kissed that damned spot behind his ear that made him melt and he willed himself to relax further as he felt them gently press a finger into him also, very slowly, working their way inside him alongside Boone, who was gently thrusting his own finger in and out of him.
It felt incredible. His thighs trembled as he tried to keep upright, and a litany of needy little noises spilled out of him as the two of them spread him open, stroking inside him and whispering encouragement. He ended up leaning forward to rest his head against his hand on Boone’s shoulder, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to stay upright otherwise.
“Do you like having us both inside you Ella?” Whispered Boone, pressing deeper into him and Elliott almost sobbed, holding onto him tighter.
“You’re doing so well.” Hound cooed, enjoyment evident in their voice. Well, they weren’t the only one, Elliott could feel Boone’s cock achingly hard and pressing against his stomach, waiting for some attention. If he wasn’t so sure letting go of him would result in falling over, he’d reach out and take him in his hand.
“Alright, I think you’re about ready.” Boone said gently, sliding his finger out of Elliott in order to grab a pillow to shove between himself and the headboard. Perhaps if Elliott had been a little more with it, he would have been embarrassed about the needy whine that occurred when Hound also slid their fingers out and moved away, but he was too far gone to care. They kissed the back of his neck again soothingly, and Boone cupped his face in his hands, cradling him gently.
“You doing okay?” He checked in and through the deep fog of arousal he was wading in, Elliott felt a pang of overwhelming fondness, the simple question being more significant than he could ever explain.
“Alright then handsome. Come here.”
Hound moved from behind him and went to sit next to Boone, curling towards him whilst they watched Elliott straddle both of Boone’s thighs. It was something of a feat, given the sheer size of the man, but Elliott had always appreciated the challenge and by this point he knew how best to sit in his lap to avoid leg cramping. Not wanting to wait any longer he wrapped a hand around Boone’s cock and guided the tip of it to his entrance, and with a deep breath, he slowly pressed it inside him.
Everything seemed to slow down. Boone’s hands reached out to grab his waist as Elliott slowly took him, inch by inch. It was not a process to be rushed, Boone was big, frankly the biggest he’d ever slept with, and so he took his time sinking down. But he made sure to relax, although when Boone squeezed his hips and murmured: “You’re taking me so well…”, Elliott had to will himself to not come there and then.
It felt amazing. Incredible. Once he was all the way in Elliott waited a few moments to make sure he was fully adjusted, but when he first lifted himself up to sink back down he found himself stuttering Boone’s name in a plea, grasping at his shoulders once again. It had been mildly amusing earlier to see just how desperate Hound had been for this, but now Elliott realised he was in the exact same position. They seemed to realise this too, a smug sort of smile on their face as they watched Elliott fuck himself on Boone, and Boone watching him with rapt attention. They sat up a little just to lean forward and kiss him whilst he rolled his hips forward, groaning at the way it made Boone’s cock press inside of him.
“Þú ert svo falleg svona...” They murmured, and Elliott watched as their gaze turned towards Boone. “He does feel good, doesn’t he beloved?”
Boone’s breath hitched and he nodded, his eyes half closed with pleasure. The grip on his waist tightened with his next hip roll, and it was so rewarding to know that Boone was feeling as good as he did, as desperate and as yearning.
Hound, content to have made them both whimper a little with their words, leant in close, nudging Boone’s cheek with their nose until he turned to look at them, meeting them in a messy, open mouthed kiss. Boone was gasping into it, the sight of which only spurred Elliott on more, riding him a little faster, groaning as the grip on his hips only continued to tighten. Boone always hated leaving marks that weren’t hickies, so afraid of ever hurting either of them, so he never grabbed hard enough to bruise but it was just enough, enough that sometimes the day after it would be a little tender, and Elliott could stand in front of the bathroom mirror and press into where Boone’s hands had been and feel it.
“Look how good you make him feel…” Elliott heard Hound whisper, which definitely had an impact as Boone let out a soft moan, very quiet but definitely there. They’d been trying to get him to be louder in bed, and so hearing him make any kind of noise was always a delight. Not that it was difficult when Hound decided they wanted to talk dirty. It was a guaranteed method of getting Elliott hard within a few seconds, he wasn’t surprised to see it also having an effect on Boone too.
“Mm, and he fits you so well...” They continued, running their hands deliberately over Boone’s chest, across the scars and tracing over his tattoos.
“Lia… Baby…” Elliott gasped when those hands tightened again and a look of determination passed over Boone’s face. In the next moment he leant back ever so slightly, not so far as to be laying down but just enough so that he could thrust up into him. And Elliott let him, let him fuck up into him and take him, and all he could do was hold on and feel it, gasp Boone’s name like prayer and let himself be washed away in the feeling.
“M’so close…” He managed to whisper at some point, tension curling low in his gut, legs burning from exertion, his whole body thrumming with need.
“Oh you’ve been so good Elliott, so wonderful for us, you can come elskan, let us see you.”
Everything built and built and built until suddenly it snapped all at once and Elliott was coming with a low moan, eyes squeezing shut as he held onto Boone tightly whilst that white hot feeling washed through him, crashing over him in waves until he was left a trembling, panting mess atop Boone’s thighs.
“Oh baby… Beautiful...” Boone whispered breathlessly and now a little more with it, Elliott grinned back at him, drawing on his usual charm, and shifting a little on the cock still inside him.
“How close are you?” He asked and Boone let out a shaky breath.
“Very.” He admitted, tilting his head to the side as Hound pressed more kisses there, their tongue dragging over his skin.
“It’s your turn now Illias… Come inside El, let him feel you.”
Elliott might have already come but god, if that didn’t make him shiver. And Hound was right, Elliott wanted to feel him, and so he kept grinding his hips back and forth, biting his lip to stop the little whimpers that tried to come out at the oversensitive shocks it caused.
“Take me Lia,” Elliott encouraged, “fuck me, I can take it. Please baby…”
He almost sobbed when Boone did just that and fucked him until he was gasping and finally coming inside him, all whilst Hound cooed in his ear about how beautiful he looked. Elliott reached forward to slide a hand into Boone’s hair and hold on, murmuring his name fondly as he thrust a few more times before stilling, panting heavily in the quiet of the room. It was far too soon to even think about going again but hearing Boone moan as he came? Yeah that did things to Elliott. He enjoyed that very much.
When he was sure Boone was done he very gently lifted himself off his cock, wincing a little once he was done, though hardly a moment had passed before Boone was reaching out for him and pulling him back to lay with him, his other arm already going to wrap around Hound.
“C’mere…” He murmured, and okay, apparently it was designated cuddle time, so Elliott laid down and relished in being able to stretch his legs out as both him and Hound leant against their respective sides of Boone, curling up against him whilst his arms wrapped around them both. As though it were muscle memory Elliott reached his hand out over Boone’s chest to link up with Hound’s, who was already meeting him there and linking their fingers. It made him smile, and Elliott let his eyes shut for a few moments, his racing heart finally returning to normality as he wound down from all the intensity.
After a while, for some inexplicable reason, Elliott found himself chuckling, the sound of which in turn made the other two laugh, and so for a few moments they lay together giggling, though once they’d calmed down Elliott let go of Hound’s hand in order to shuffle and sit up a little, so that he could press a kiss to Boone’s cheek.
“I think I might be persuaded to snipe more often.” He said casually, grinning at the following blush that bloomed on Hound’s face, which they tried to hide by burying their face into Boone’s neck. It was not very successful.
“You couldn’t, you’re far too attached to the wingman.” They mumbled, and Boone chuckled more, kissing the top of their head, smiling into their curls.
“I don’t know,” he said, “I think you gave him a pretty persuasive argument for it.”
After a few moments Boone looked down at his own chest and let out an amused huff, drawing Elliott’s eyes there too, to look at his own mess. It made the faintest hint of arousal flash curl in him again but it was far too soon for anything else yet. But still… It was quite the sight. Though if it didn’t get cleaned up soon it was going to dry and become extremely uncomfortable. All it took was one time letting it dry in body hair and Elliott had learnt his lesson to never let it happen again, and he knew it definitely had to be worse for Boone because he was way hairier than Elliott was.
They all really ought to shower. It was a shame that they couldn’t all do it together, but Hound’s house on Solace was relatively small, all things considered, regrettably you couldn’t even fit two people in the shower. Really, they’d talked about moving someplace else a while ago, taken a brief look at other properties on Solace but there hadn’t been anything to catch their eye. Maybe it was time to look again.
“Well,” Elliott said as he got up off the bed and stretched, “I call first dibs on the shower since y’know, since I have stuff inside me.”
“You are not the only one sólin mín.”
“Listen, you already had one today, you get to wait your turn now.”
Hound smiled at him in amusement. “Alright, I concede, the shower is yours.”
“Duckie? Be a dear and throw us a washcloth would you?”
That he could do. He disappeared into the bathroom to grab the closest one he could find and quickly ran it under the tap before going back to stand in the bedroom doorway and tossing it over to Boone, who caught it with ease with his free hand. Hound snuggled further into his side whilst he wiped himself down and Elliott found himself watching fondly for a second, leaning against the doorframe.
“We have once again not made it through another movie.” Hound pointed out, their eyes still closed but a smile on their face.
“Hey,” Boone pointed out, “we almost made it twenty minutes. That’s a new record.”
Hound giggled and snorted a little, only to immediately open their eyes in embarrassment, whilst a look of sheer delight blossomed on Boone’s face.
“Not a word.” Hound said, glancing between the pair of them with a look of warning, but it did nothing to deter Boone’s grin as he pulled them closer.
“You do snort! We told you you did!”
“I do not want to hear about it, be quiet.”
“Aw but kit it’s so cute when you do it.”
The two of them continued to bicker, Hound trying desperately to hide their embarrassment whilst Boone cooed over them and gathered them into his arms in an embrace. The smile on Elliott’s face almost made his cheeks hurt, his heart so full of love and fondness.
Houses. They should look at houses again.
It was about time they made a home for themselves.