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Something Wilson realizes after Vanta joins the relationship, is that the guy falls asleep easily. Anytime, anywhere. He once saw Vanta fall asleep sitting completely straight in the middle of a loud and busy pub.
Vanta also falls asleep inside the coffeeshop where Wilson works at quite often, usually if he's drowned in assignment and study materials. Today, though, when Wilson finally finished up the last order after a busy hour at the shop, he's greeted by the sight of Vanta sleeping on one of the tables in the shop, head leaning on Zali's shoulder. Both Vanta and Zali's laptop are left open on the table, Zali now scrolling on his phone while his other hand strokes Vanta's hair softly.
The two are sitting at the table near the window today, one which uses a sofa instead of chairs. The evening sun is casting its light onto Vanta's hair, bleach blonde strands glowing against the rays. He looks comfortable, Wilson notes. Wearing an oversized sweater which belongs to Zali, head leaning on his shoulder, sleeping under the sunlight. He reminds Wilson of the cat he had when he was a kid. Wilson hoped his shift would end faster.
"You can go home early," Kyo said, noticing that Wilson has been staring at his boyfriend's for a second too long.
"What's the catch?" Wilson raises his brow.
"Bro, what the fuck," Kyo tilts his head, faking being offended, "I am doing this from the kindness of my heart."
Wilson only rolls his eyes.
"Okay fine, I'm gonna be late on my next shift, probably," says Kyo, "I have to accompany Scarle for something."
"You sure you'll be good alone?"
"Ren will be here soon."
"Of course he will."
Kyo squawks, protesting with a, "what's that supposed to mean?"
Wilson only laughed. He walked over to the station to make a cup of hot latte in a to-go cup before he took off his apron and walked towards the employees room, taking his bag.
Vanta is still asleep when he goes out, Zali is no longer looking at his phone, though, now just blatantly staring at Vanta. Wilson sat down at a chair in front of them, taking a sip of his coffee and smiling at the two, "wanna go home?"
Zali hummed, "I thought your shift ends at thirty?"
"Kyo got it covered."
"Hey," Zali poked Vanta on the cheek, "wake up, sleepyhead."
Vanta whined, then buried his head on Zali's shoulder. Wilson hides his laugh behind his cup of coffee.
Zali rolls his eyes, then plants a kiss on the top of Vanta's head, then starts littering more kisses all over his face until Vanta sat up straight, brow furrowing in annoyance.
"I hate you so much," he mutters, rubbing his eyes.
"Nah, you love us," Wilson argues. Zali is silently packing their stuff away.
"Mm, I do," Vanta agrees, "I still want to nap, though.
"You're like a big kitten," says Wilson.
"I'm not," Vanta mutters, "fuck, why are you done with your shift anyway?"
"Alright," Zali stood up, reaching a hand to Vanta, "cmon, now."
"Wow, not even offering your hand to me now? I see how it is," said Wilson teasingly.
"I'm his favorite now, fuck you," Vanta stuck his tongue out, wrapping his arms around Zali's waist.
"Fuck you!" Wilson spat, smiling ear to ear.
"I'd love that," Vanta replies smoothly, "but I should probably go back to my dorm."
Zali held Vanta's bag away from his reach, stared straight into Vanta's eyes, then asked, "why don't you stay the night at the apartment? Hm?"
"Nope. I miss my bed," Vanta turns his head to avoid Zali's gaze, but instead his eyes meet with Wilson's.
"But what about homie nap?" Wilson asks, raising his brows.
"Nope. Fuck the homies."
"That's what I've been trying to do, babe."
-
Vanta needs everyone to know that he is not weak to peer pressure, it's just that his boyfriends are the persuasive bunch. Ones that don't stop until they get what they want. And also ones that always get what they want.
So here he is. In bed. With Wilson grinning on top of him.
"So, you were talking about fucking the homies?"
Vanta makes himself comfortable, using his hands to prop himself until he's nose to nose with Wilson, "actually, I was cursing the homies. You, were the horny one."
"Oh?" Wilson raises his brows, then promptly grinds down on Vanta, "so you're saying you don't want this?"
Vanta grits teeth, fighting back a moan from coming out, "fuck you, Wilson."
"I thought you didn't want that?"
Vezalius whistles from where he stood at the door, "I left you guys for a minute."
"We're putting on a show for you, mon chéri," Wilson turns his face to smile sweetly at Vezalius, now fully sitting on top of Vanta's crotch.
"How considerate of you," Vezalius walks over to them, kneeling on the bed and pulling Wilson into a kiss.
Vanta leans back, enjoying the view of his boyfriends making out with each other. Making a mental note on the way Zali hums and pressed himself further into Wilson when Wilson pulls on his hair, the way Wilson arches his back when Zali's hand settles on the back of his neck, the way the two barely pulls apart to catch their breath, then immediately leans back in to continue the kiss. Vanta can't look away, nor does he want to look away, completely entranced by the kiss.
Vanta's thought process completely bursts when Wilson's free hand—which is really cold, for some reason—slips under his sweater and just stays there, unmoving.
Vanta playfully swats at Wilson, muttering "pervert," in a teasing voice.
Wilson smiles, then pulls away from Zali to talk, but Zali beats him to it by saying, "he's been wanting to do that since the first time you met."
"I recall something about a customer with a body built like a God."
Wilson's head snaps to look at Zali with indignation, pouting and protesting something in French. Only stopping when Vanta brought himself up to sit up straight, grabbing Wilson by the waist so that he can manhandle him to sit on his lap comfortably.
Wilson blinks at Vanta owlishly.
"Sorry, is it uncomfortable?" Vanta asks, once again moving Wilson around.
Wilson's face turns red. Zali burst to giggles beside them. And Vanta is made aware of the bulge in Wilson's pants.
"Oh," Vanta tightens his grip on Wilson's waist, grinning when Wilson takes a sharp intake of breath, "this turns you on, Wilson?"
"No," he replies weakly, tugging on Vanta's sweater.
"What a convincing answer," said Zali sarcastically, unbuttoning Wilson's shirt.
Vanta follows suit, taking off his sweater and tossing it to the side. Both Zali and Wilson unashamedly stares at him
"Gosh, you are built like a God," Zali notes. Wilson nods along.
Before Vanta could even react, Zali went in for a kiss, holding the side of Vanta's face oh-so gently. On the contrary, Wilson wasted no time to, literally, bites at the exposed skin of his neck and shoulders. Vanta gasps when he nips at the skin below his jaw. Zali took it as a chance to push his tongue in his mouth. Vanta feels like he's on fire, or like someone just dunked him into ice water. Wanting time to stop so he can appreciate his lovers, and at the same time wanting time to speed up so the two could just have their way with him.
Zali pulls away, standing up to take off his clothes. Wilson took over kissing him, biting on his bottom lip and forcing his way into his mouth. He's halfway to unzipping Vanta's pants when he pulls away, asking in a serious voice, "this is alright, yes? I don't want you to feel forced or—"
"God, just fucking kiss me again," Vanta pulls him back towards him.
Between all the kissing and giggling, somehow they were able to take off most of their clothing. Vanta is still sitting up against the headboard, with Wilson on his lap and Zali behind him, pressing kisses on the back of his neck. A bottle of lube and a couple condoms off to the side of them—courtesy of Zali.
Vanta is a good kisser, Wilson has realized. They've kissed before, a quick press of lips, the loud and obnoxious ones to tease him, and a heated kiss like the one right now, and he somehow manages to take Wilson's breath away every single time. Wilson's mind is blank, only filled with thoughts of Vanta's mouth on his, and Zali's on his back, and someone's hand on his ass, and—
Wilson yelps when he feels a finger pressed against his asshole, and Vanta laughs, "all good?"
"Yes," Wilson breathes, "just surprised."
Wilson turns his head when he feels Zali moves away from him, making grabby motions with his arms.
"I was promised a show," Zali smiles, tossing the bottle of lube to Vanta.
Vanta catches it easily, "well, show's starting, baby."
Wilson huffs, then slumps down on Vanta, head resting on top of his shoulder.
"Tell me if it hurts," Vanta whispered before slowly pressing his lube coated finger inside.
Wilson lets out a small noise at the intrusion, "you can't hurt me."
The next few minutes felt like a blur for him. One finger turns to two, and the pumping motion turns into scissoring, opening him up slowly. Wilson is vaguely aware of the noises he makes, hands gripping on Vanta's back. He's definitely aware of Zali's stare, though, and can hear his breath getting heavier by the seconds. A peek towards him confirms that Zali's gaze is fixed on his ass, watching Vanta's fingers disappear and reappear. Wilson arches his back and uses his hand to spread his cheeks apart, Vanta inserted a third finger.
"Enjoying the view?" Wilson teases in between moans.
"Fucking tease," Vanta notes, using his free hand to tap on Wilson's ass lightly.
"Shows over," Zali said, pulling a condom over his dick and pouring more lube over it, "come here."
Vanta pulls his fingers out. Wilson whines as he does so, but closes his mouth when Vanta easily lifts him up, lining him with Zali's dick and letting him sink into it in one fell swoop. Both Wilson and Zali moan, Wilson's head thrown back until it's against Zali's chest. Vanta didn't give him time to adjust, though, immediately going to suck and bite at his inner thigh.
"Oh, fuck," Wilson cursed as Vanta's just barely touched his dick, "fuck— stop teasing me, you motherfuckers!"
Vanta lays his head on Wilson's thigh, looking up through his eyelashes in fake innocence, watching Wilson squirms on Zali's lap while Zali is smiling behind him, hands playing with Wilson's nipples.
"That's not so nice to say, no?" Vanta smiles.
"If you're trying to make me beg, I—hah, I won't, I—," Wilson's words were cut off by his own moan as Vanta finally closed his mouth around his aching dick.
Zali's hand finds itself on Vanta's hair, gripping the blonde locks and pushing him deeper into Wilson's lap until his dick hits the back of his throat, he swallows around Wilson's dick. Wilson could only let out broken sound, repeating his lover's name over and over and over again as Zali sets the pace for Vanta. Feeling overwhelmed from Vanta's mouth—very talented mouth—around him and Zali's dick in him, just barely pressing against his prostate.
Zali is aware that Wilson's going to reach his climax soon, his ass is clenching around his dick, his moans getting higher and louder. So, Zali, being the kind boyfriend that he is, guides Vanta to bob his head faster, relishing in the way Wilson moans out and his name.
It isn't long until Wilson's mouth opens in a silent scream. Zali lifts his hand from Vanta's hair, giving him a chance to pull away if he wants. He doesn't. Choosing to keep his mouth closed around Wilson and letting him cum in his mouth, only moving away when Wilson's orgasm has passed. He does immediately stand up to spit Wilson's cum out into the waste basket, though.
"No offense, I just really hate the taste," Vanta rubs his neck.
"Should've just pulled away," Wilson replies.
"And have you shot cum straight to my face?"
Wilson shrugs, leaning back to Zali, who asks him, "good?"
Wilson humms an affirmative, and Zali wastes no time in pushing Wilson down until he's laying on his stomach at the bed.
"Oh, shit," Vanta muttered from the side, going to sit at the side of the bed and watch the two.
"Jesus, fuck—Zali," Wilson moans as Zali thrusted into him, "Oh my fucking god."
Wilson clenched around Zali in retaliation, making him moan and his pace faltered for a second. Zali stops moving altogether, his hand is pushing on Wilson's neck, "behave for me."
"And don't touch yourself, Vanta." Zali adds, without even looking his way. Vanta puts his hands up, away from his very aching dick.
Zali moves his hand away from the back of Wilson's neck, setting it down on top of his lower back, "still good, love?"
"More than," Wilson answered.
Zali promptly continued his thrust, going deeper and faster to chase his own release. Wilson moans into the pillow, unable to do anything but receive what Zali's doing. Vanta grits his teeth, eyes darting between where his lovers' bodies met and Zali's lean body, hands gripping the bed sheets so tightly it started shaking.
Zali presses his body closer to Wilson as he feels his orgasm coming at him, whispering praises and compliments at Wilson's ears until all he can do is whine weakly at him, unable to form coherent thought, nevertheless say them. He buries his dick deep into Wilson before coming into the condom, Wilson clenching around him as he cums, milking every last drop.
Zali pulls out, discarding the used condom to the trash. For a second, the room is silent, just the three of them catching their breath. That is until Wilson pulls himself up, grabbing a packet of condom which happens to be near him, and throwing it to Vanta.
Vanta catches it and raises his brow, "dude, are you not tired?"
"You did not just call me dude in bed."
Vanta rolls his eyes, "are you not tired, my dearest?"
Wilson huffs, face going red, "nope, Zali didn't even let me finish. So, please, put it on and lay the fuck down."
Zali chuckles, laying down on the empty side of the bed, basking in the presence of his two boyfriends.
Vanta slides the condom on, hissing as the latex makes contact with his very sensitive dick, Wilson kneels over him, slowly pushing himself into Vanta's dick. Vanta's groan of pleasure going straight to his own—still hard, for additional information—dick.
"I'm not gonna last long," Wilson says, putting his hand atop Vanta's abs for leverage. Vanta hums, grabbing Wilson's waist to support him.
"You doing that will contribute to him not lasting very long," Zali notes, leaning his head on his hand.
"Fuck you too, Zali."
"I just fucked you, darling."
Wilson rolls his eyes, then lifts himself up until only the tip is in, then drops back down on Vanta. Vanta threw his head back, moaning Wilson's name. Wilson bounces himself on Vanta's dick, fueled by Vanta's moans and little noises of pleasure, as well as the tight grip on his waist that is sure to leave a bruise. Vanta uses one of his hands to stroke at Wilson's dick, making him stop moving and moans loudly.
"Van, Vanta, Vanta," Wilson pants, repeating his name like a chant, "please, fuck—"
"I got you," Vanta moves his hand up the length of Wilson's dick, his other hand rubbing his side gently, "I got you, baby, it's okay."
Wilson cums with a moan, shooting his load on Vanta's stomach, his fingernails digging into Vanta's chest and eyes scrunched closed. Vanta catches him before he could slump on top of him, letting Wilson catch his breath as he went down from his high, blinking stars away from his eyes.
"I'm good," Wilson mutters.
Vanta hums, holding Wilson by the waist to pull him off his dick. Raising his brows when Wilson swats at his hands.
"I said I'm good."
"You want me to keep going after you just fucking came? For the second time?" Vanta asked.
"Yes."
Vanta turns to look at Zali, but the man only shrugs. Mouthing at Vanta to let Wilson have what he wants.
"Jesus fuck, fine," Vanta chuckles, still in disbelief, "tell me to stop whenever."
Before Wilson could answer, Vanta flips them over, hovering over Wilson. He brings his knees up, then starts thrusting into Wilson at a fast pace until all that can be heard is the sound of skin slapping and their moans mixed together.
By the time Vanta reaches his climax, Wilson has turned into a whining mess. Covering his eyes with his arm, mouth hanging open. Zali reached out his hand to run it through Wilson's blonde hair, muttering sweet words of affirmation.
"I'm not bottoming next time, holy fuck," Wilson breathes.
Zali chuckles, "we can toss a coin."
"Okay, clean up time!" Vanta exclaimed, bringing his hand under Wilson's back and the other under his knee to carry him.
"If you do that, he's gonna get turned on again," Zali teases, standing up and trailing the two to the bathroom.
The three squeezed themself inside a shower cubicle meant for one person, somehow making it work just fine. Zali helps them clean up any remnants of dry cum and washes their hair with lemon scented shampoo.
Vanta changed the sheets and brought out new blankets after they dressed themselves—meaning they're all wearing boxers now—so that they can lay down together on top of clean sheets and clean blankets, limbs tangled with each other to the point that it's hard to tell which hand belongs to who.
—
Zali has now come to realize that Vanta is the type of person who gets really high energy after sex. Which is the total opposite of Wilson who gets sleepy after sex.
Though, the situation at hand is more than favorable for him. Vanta lays down in the middle of the bed, playing animal crossing on his switch, jumping between cursing some villagers and praising other villagers. Wilson lays half on top of him, hand slumped over Vanta's chest and face buried on his shoulder. The only indication that he's still awake is the occasional hums and chuckles to respond to Vanta. Zali himself is laying on Vanta's other side, head leaning on his shoulder while his finger draws random shapes on his body, sometimes tracing over the various scars he has.
"You'll stay the night, right?" Wilson asks, voice small.
"No, I'll go home in a bit, I'm only here for the sex," Vanta answers playfully, "yeah, I'm staying."
Wilson seems satisfied, burying his head back into Vanta's shoulder. Zali's hand reached to pat his head lovingly.
"I love you Vanta," Wilson mutters, pressing a kiss on Vanta's shoulder.
"I love you too," Vanta replies, then he sets his switch down, "wait, that's not enough. I love you more"
"Aww, look at you guys," Zali coos.
"I love you Zali," Vanta turns to face him, smiling.
"I love you more," Zali kissed his jawline.
"I love you too, Zali."
"I love you too, Wilson.”