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The first thing Sol noticed was the cold at his back. He was fairly sure he fell asleep between Ned and Thomas last night, and sure enough Ned was warm and still asleep, back pressed flush to Sol’s chest, but when Sol groggily detangled himself and rolled over, Thomas’ side was empty, sheets not quite cold but no longer body temperature either.
A quick glance at the clock on Ned’s nightstand told him it was just after eight — later than Thomas usually woke, but still far too early for a Sunday morning. Sol had been sleeping soundly, warm and cozy between his two favourite people, and he was none too pleased at the interruption. Taking care not to disturb Ned, he rolled himself out of bed and to his feet with only the most minor of complaints from his knees.
He could hear the shower running when he finally made it out into the hall, and he was just trying to decide if it was worth getting wet to get in and try to drag Thomas back to bed with him when it turned off.
Well then, he supposed he’d just have to wait.
He leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed over his chest, naked as the day he was born, gaze fixed on the bathroom door.
Thomas didn’t leave him waiting long, the door opening in a puff of steam and revealing Thomas, towel slung around his waist, hair still dripping down onto his shoulders.
If he was surprised by Sol waiting for him, he showed no sign of it, only giving him a sleepy little smile and lifting his arm to push his hair out of his eyes. The motion was familiar, one of Thomas’ charming little habits that Sol would never dare point out for fear that it might make him stop. Now, though, in the hallway, dressed in a towel, drops of water lingering on chest and collarbones, the motion brought Sol back to months before, when they’d run into each other in the hallway just like this — albeit with Sol wearing slightly more clothing.
”Morning,” hummed Thomas, stepping forward and leaning in to brush a kiss to Sol’s lips. “Sorry if you were waiting, you can go ahead.”
“Wasn’t waiting for the bathroom,” mumbled Sol against Thomas’ lips, slipping a hand down to gently squeeze Thomas’ arse through damp terry cloth.
“Waiting for me, were you?” asked Thomas, voice light and teasing. “What could you possibly need me for at eight in the morning on a Sunday?”
“What could you need to be awake this early for?” Sol shot back, pulling away slightly but keeping his hands loose and gentle on Thomas’ hips.
“Habit, I s’pose,” murmured Thomas, sliding his own hands up and around Sol’s ribcage, then gently running his nails down Sol’s back. Sol didn’t know if it was the feel of Thomas’ nails or the soft way he let his natural accent slip through, the way he only did when he fully had his guard down, but he shivered, leaning into Thomas’ touch.
“You should come back to bed,” said Sol. “You can’t’ve slept more than five or six hours.”
“Mm, you and Ned did keep me up quite late, didn’t you?” teased Thomas.
“Fairly sure it was you keeping us up, wasn’t it?”
Thomas laughed softly. It had been him, after all, keeping Sol and Ned on edge for hours, sucking one of them off then the other, teasing them to see who would beg to finish first.
Sol had won, but only barely.
“Well you’re the one who’s already trying to get me back in bed,” said Thomas, stepping forward slightly so he could press his body to Sol’s, no doubt feeling the way Sol was already half hard just thinking about the night before.
“You don’t have to come back to bed,” said Sol, grinding gently against him, watching as Thomas’ smile widened and his eyes darkened. “In fact, there’s something I’ve been meaning to do since the last time this happened.”
“This?” asked Thomas bemusedly.
“This,” Sol repeated, gesturing between the two of them and then back towards the bathroom.
“Ah,” said Thomas, remembrance sparking in his eyes. “Yes, I remember. Wanted to suck me off right here, didn’t you?”
“Mm,” hummed Sol, taking Thomas by the hips again and taking two steps forward, pushing him back against the wall until he had him pinned there.
“Been fantasising about this all this time then?” asked Thomas, and again Sol didn’t give him a real reply, leaning in instead and kissing him hard, one arm braced on the wall beside his head. The other slid up above the towel to touch bare, damp skin, still hot from the shower.
Thomas made a pleased humming noise, opening his mouth to Sol’s, tongue tasting toothpaste fresh. His hands slid down further, grabbing at Sol’s arse as he kissed him back, slow and languid the way only morning kisses can be.
Sol didn’t want slow and languid though.
Sol wanted to return Thomas’ favour from the night before.
He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss as he grinded his hips against Thomas’, letting him feel as he kept growing harder against him, and Thomas made another pleased little noise. He let his whole body be supported by the wall behind him, pulling Sol as flush against him as he was able, and Sol was more than happy to pin him in place, massaging at his hips and sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
Thomas let out a breathless moan as Sol bit down, hips twitching slightly, and Sol opened his eyes as he released him, treating himself to the view of Thomas’ eyes fluttering open, gaze dark and hungry.
“You said there was something you were meaning to do?” asked Thomas, voice soft and slightly shaky.
“Mm,” hummed Sol, dropping his head to lick a line across Thomas’ clavicle, lapping up the droplets of water that lingered there.
“Go on then,” said Thomas, sliding his hands up to Sol’s shoulders and pushing gently down. “Get on your knees for me.”
Sol dropped.
He leaned forward, pressing greedy lips to Thomas’ stomach, the dip of his navel, squeezing his hips tightly through the towel, and Thomas sighed in pleasure, running a hand through Sol’s hair.
“Look at you,” hummed Thomas, tightening his grip and tugging slightly. “Desperate for it, aren’t you?”
The sound Sol made was almost a growl, and he yanked Thomas’ towel away, putting his lips back to skin, licking up the bend at Thomas’ thigh, and Thomas let out another heavy breath. He was clearly trying to hold himself back, but Sol wanted nothing more than to make him lose control.
“Told you, didn’t I?” asked Sol, smiling up at him as he ran one hand gently up and down the front of Thomas’ darkly haired thigh. “How bad I wanted to suck your cock after I saw you get out the shower? In your slutty little towel?”
“It’s a normal sized towel,” said Thomas, voice exasperated, but Sol knew him well enough by now to have known how much he was enjoying this even if he hadn’t been eye level with Thomas’ crotch, where his cock was already hard and his wetness was spreading to his inner thighs.
“Sure it is,” said Sol, and then he leaned forward and licked over Thomas’ cock.
“Fuck,” sighed Thomas, letting his head fall back against the wall again.
“May I, then?” asked Sol, just because he liked to make Thomas say it. “Suck you off?”
“Oh, I guess you may as well,” teased Thomas, running his fingers through Sol’s hair. “Nothing else to do this early in the morning, is there?”
Sol snorted, even as the lighthearted derision in Thomas’ voice sent a little thrum of arousal through him, and he leaned forward to press his lips to Thomas’ thigh again. “High praise,” he muttered, lips brushing against skin as he spoke. “Happy to be a last resort.”
“Don’t say that,” murmured Thomas, cupping Sol’s face in his hand, voice soft and affectionate with just a hint of condescension — the exact tone he used when he thought he was in charge. Sol had no plans to let him take charge of this. “I’d much rather have my cock sucked than have to do that paperwork I put off all day yesterday.”
Sol actually laughed at that, face still buried in the crook of Thomas’ thigh, and Thomas laughed too, still clearly far too soft and sleepy to fully lean into his usual dominating persona.
Sol took his chance, moving his head and closing his lips over Thomas’ cock, humming in pleasure as Thomas’ laugh turned choked in his throat, turning into another breathy moan.
“God, Sol,” groaned Thomas, moving his hand back to Sol’s hair and tangling his fingers in the strands of it.
Sol hummed quietly against him, taking Thomas’ left thigh in his right hand and hitching it up over his shoulder even as he sucked him harder, making Thomas’ hips twitch again.
“Fuck,” he bit out again, tangling his second hand into Sol’s hair alongside the first one and pressing himself more firmly against Sol’s face.
“Just letting me get it over with, are you?” teased Sol, glancing up at Thomas. His face had already been flushed from the heat of the shower but it had yet to lose any of that colour.
“Mm,” hummed Thomas in agreement, even as he shoved Sol’s face back towards his cock, only the most perfunctory attempt at bossiness in his. tone when he continued. “Hurry it up, got lots to get done today.”
Sol snorted in amusement, but he let Thomas lead him anyway, dragging his tongue up and through his folds. He already tasted heavily of his arousal, even fresh out of the shower, and Sol pushed his tongue deeper inside him, making Thomas gasp, thigh shaking slightly where it was braced over Sol’s shoulder.
He took his time with it, ignoring Thomas’ command, fucking him slow and deep on his tongue until Thomas was fully trembling, grip tight on Sol’s hair as he tried to move him back towards his cock.
“Sol,” he gasped. “Come on.”
“Quiet,” Sol murmured, pulling away slightly to look up at Thomas, “Don’t want to wake Ned, do you?”
Something flashed in Thomas’ eyes, something dark and hungry, and Sol grinned at him as he realised that Thomas was turned on by the very thought of it.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” asked Sol, lifting a hand, dragging one finger through Thomas’ slick, wet folds. “You want him to come out and see you like this?”
Thomas said nothing, only letting out a shaky breath, and when Sol pushed two fingers inside him it was without a hint of resistance, not when he’d already fucked him wet and open with his tongue.
Thomas clapped a hand over his mouth, stifling a moan, and Sol leaned back in, dragging his tongue over one and then the other side of Thomas’ cunt, teasing at his outer labia and the crease of his thigh as Thomas tried to press his hips forward against Sol’s face again.
“Need something?” asked Sol, looking up at him innocently.
“Fuck you,” said Thomas.
Sol laughed, and sucked Thomas’ cock back into his mouth, and this time Thomas wasn’t quite quick enough to stifle his moan.
Sol didn’t think he would ever get tired of eating Thomas out. The taste of him, the way he rolled his hips against Sol’s face, needy and demanding and so beautifully responsive to every touch. It was usually only like this, with Sol’s mouth on his cock, that Thomas would ever truly relinquish control, would allow Sol the pleasure of pleasuring him, and Sol savoured every moment of it. He liked to take his time, drawing out moans and gasps until Thomas’ knees went weak and he let go of the structure and inhibitions that followed him in nearly every waking moment. It was a trick Sol had learned years ago with Ned, and now that he had two anxious type-A boyfriends (albeit in extremely different ways), he was more than willing to take what he had learned and apply it here.
As if he could hear Sol thinking about him, there was a rustling noise in the bedroom, no doubt Ned waking up and noticing them both missing. Sol glanced up through his eyelashes to see if Thomas had noticed, but Thomas was lost in it now, eyes closed in pleasure as he breathed heavily and rolled his hips against Sol’s face.
When Ned padded out of the bedroom, dressed only in his pyjama bottoms, eyes bleary, it was only Sol who saw him pause in the doorway at the sight of them. He pulled his mouth away from Thomas’ cock but kept his fingers moving steadily inside him, Thomas still entirely caught up in pleasure.
“Christ,” muttered Ned. “Aren’t you two tired?”
Thomas jolted slightly in surprise, a shocked little noise coming from his throat as his eyes shot open, and Sol chuckled as Thomas clenched down around his fingers. He squeezed Thomas’ thigh tighter with his other hand and smiled even wider at the little moan he let out. “He started it.”
“I didn’t,” gasped Thomas, grip tightening in Sol’s hair too, gaze fixed on Ned, who was looking at them with a mixture of affection and amusement as Sol kept finger fucking him.
“You want a turn?” asked Sol, pressing against Thomas’ g-spot as hard as he could with his fingers and his cock with his thumb all in one motion, making Thomas yelp and his hips twitch.
Ned made a vague “mm,” noise, finally stepping forward. He walked up to them, leaning in to kiss Thomas, keeping it quick and chaste even as Thomas tried to chase his lips with his own.
“Maybe in a bit,” said Ned. He ran his hand through Sol’s hair alongside Thomas’, then yanked back, smiling softly as Sol moaned at the sharp pain. Sol was never sure if Ned actually enjoyed causing him or Thomas pain like this, or if it was just that he liked how much they enjoyed it, but either way he knew just how hard to pull to get Sol tilting his head back and staring up at him, cock twitching where it hung heavy against his thigh.
Ned leaned down to kiss Sol as well, letting that one linger a bit longer, licking into Sol’s mouth with a sleep heavy tongue. Ned loved the taste of Thomas, even secondhand on Sol’s lips, a fact Sol and Thomas both knew well by now. Above them, Thomas let out another low and desperate moan, trying to fuck himself down on Sol’s fingers as Sol got distracted and stopped moving them. With the hand on Thomas’ hip, Sol shoved him back, pinning him harder against the wall as he let Ned finish licking the taste of Thomas from his lips, letting his fingers just linger, completely still, inside Thomas’ cunt.
“Hey,” sniped Thomas, tugging sharply at Sol’s hair.
Sol broke the kiss, looking up at Thomas with a wicked grin.
“Sorry, pet, did you need something?” he asked, starting to flex his fingers again, slow and teasing. “Or do you just not know what to do when you’re not the centre of attention?” He pressed his thumb down hard against Thomas’ cock again, drawing another broken moan from him.
“You two have fun,” said Ned, scratching gently at Sol’s scalp before finally ambling around them and towards the kitchen. “Coffee?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Yeah, please,” called Sol back. “Thomas?” he asked, speeding up the fingers inside him and starting to circle his cock with his thumb, making Thomas nearly writhe against the wall.
“What?” gasped Thomas. The leg around Sol’s shoulder tightened, and Sol laughed softly.
“Coffee?”
“You really think I give a— fuck— about coffee right now?” asked Thomas, stuttering as Sol leaned in to flick his tongue over him.
“Could do,” hummed Sol, moving his thumb off Thomas’ cock completely so he could just tease at it with the tip of his tongue. “You’re the one who didn’t care if I sucked you off or not.”
“Did I say—”
“Just killing time, you said,” said Sol. “Doing me a favour, hmm?”
“Would’ve been rude not to let you,” Thomas managed to say, even as he tightened his leg around Sol’s shoulders and his grip in his hair. He was getting close, Sol could tell; all it would take was a bit more pressure on his cock and he’d be over the edge, tensing up around Sol’s fingers and throwing his head back the way he always did.
That’d be far too easy though.
“Well since you’re only doing this for me,” said Sol, sliding his fingers out of Thomas. “You won’t mind if I stop.”
Thomas let out a pained little noise, hips twitching again as Sol pressed a gentle kiss against the inside of his thigh, lifting it up higher on his shoulder. “Solomon,” he said, voice petulant.
“What?”
“Finish what you started.”
From the kitchen there was the sound of Ned chuckling softly, his spoon clinking against his coffee mug as he stirred it.
“Don’t encourage him!” called Thomas, and Sol and Ned both laughed at that, even as Thomas tried to pull Sol’s head back where he wanted it again.
Ned came back out from the kitchen, mug in one hand, still looking at them in slight amusement, but there was no missing the swell of him, half hard through his pyjamas. “Having a nice time?” he asked.
“No,” said Thomas, just as Sol grinned and said, “absolutely.”
“Brat,” Sol said to Thomas, and Thomas frowned.
“Just because I know what I want— Jesus fucking Christ, Sol,” he gasped as Sol finally leaned in and put his mouth to his cock again, sucking hard. “Oh fuck.”
“Really sounds like you’re having a bad time,” teased Ned from behind them.
“I’m going to kill you both,” gasped Thomas, fucking forward against Sol’s face. “Arseholes.”
“Not as fun from the other side, is it?” asked Ned softly, walking closer to them and running a hand gently along Sol’s shoulders, fingers warm from where he’d been holding the mug.
Sol had to pull away again to look up at Ned in amusement. “You love it when he teases you,” he said, and Ned smiled down at him.
“So does he,” said Ned. “Look at him.”
Sure enough, even with Thomas’ sharp words, his eyes were dark and glassy, face and chest flushed. The insides of his thighs were visibly shiny, wet and sticky with his slick, and when Sol leaned in to lick, then nip at the tender skin there, Thomas shuddered against him.
”You know our Tom,” said Sol, “can’t let us know how bad he wants it, can he?” He looked up, and he made sure his eyes locked with Thomas’ before he spoke again. “Slut.”
“Fucking hell,” groaned Thomas. His hand had nearly relaxed on Sol’s head, but just that had him clenching down again, trying to drag Sol’s mouth back onto his cock. “Just get on with it Sol, please.”
“You want to come, baby?” asked Sol, and Thomas squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and nodded. “Hands up then. Against the wall.”
Thomas hesitated, a battle raging in his eyes, before he finally in and lifted his hands, placing them above his head, one wrist over the other.
“You want to help, Ned?” asked Sol, looking up at Ned, who had stepped away, leaning against the wall beside Thomas and sipping his coffee again. “Or d’you just want to watch?”
“I always like watching you two,” said Ned, reaching down and palming at himself through his trousers. “The way you make him come.”
“Can one of you please stop flirting and fucking touch me?” asked Thomas through gritted teeth.
Sol laughed again, but he adjusted Thomas' leg on his shoulder again and leaned back in. He took Thomas’ cock into his mouth and slid three fingers into him this time, humming in approval at Thomas’ answering moan. When he glanced up Thomas’ eyes were closed again, arms visibly tensing as he clearly fought the urge to move his hands off the wall. Ned was watching them both with hunger in his eyes, still slowly rubbing his own cock through his pyjamas, and Sol reached down with his own spare hand to touch himself too, hard and unacknowledged this whole time.
“Sol,” groaned Thomas, rolling his hips, pushing Sol’s fingers still deeper inside him as Sol sucked him harder. “God, I’m— I’m close.”
Sol hummed again, fucking Thomas harder and harder until he felt his thighs starting to tremble on either side of him, his moans getting higher and breathier. Sol could feel him tensing up around his fingers, and then his hands were on Sol’s shoulders, holding him for support, and Sol pulled away again, leaving Thomas right on the edge.
The noise that tore out of his throat may have very well been a sob.
“Sol,” said Ned softly, but when Sol looked over at him he was smiling. “That was mean.”
“Told him to put his hands on the wall, didn’t I? Not my fault your boy can’t take direction.”
“Solomon,” choked out Thomas, fingernails cutting hard into Sol’s shoulder.
“Oh come on, Tom,” said Sol, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh. “Don’t you want to earn it?”
“Sol.”
Sol lowered his voice. “Don’t you want to be good for us?”
Thomas’ head fell back against the wall with an audible thump, and he took in a slow, shaky breath, but even still, when he finally looked back down at Sol his eyes were so dark he could barely make out the blue in them.
“What do I need to do?”
Sol grinned, sliding Thomas’ leg off his shoulder and finally getting to his feet again, knees cracking from how long he’d spent in one position.
“Well,” he said, leaning in and kissing Thomas softly, grabbing his wrists in his hands and lifting them back up above his head to pin them there for a moment. “Last night Ned and I only got to come when you decided. So I think today you’ll only come once we have.” He turned to look at Ned, who had stopped touching himself but was still clearly fully hard. “Sound good to you?”
“Seems fair,” said Ned, looking at them both hungrily.
“Thomas?”
Thomas gazed back at him, eyes glassy, and nodded.
“Doing alright?” murmured Sol, lowering his voice slightly, keeping Thomas’ wrists pinned with one hand but moving the other to gently cup Thomas’ cheek. He kept his voice gentle, but his words were the kind of teasing challenge he knew Thomas couldn’t resist. “You can always give up, if you’re really that desperate to come.”
Thomas shook his head, leaning into Sol’s touch. “I can handle it.”
“Great,” said Sol, pulling away and grinning, shifting right back into it. “Go ahead and bend over the sofa then. Arse in the air for me.”
Thomas seemed to have let go of his protests now, bending over the arm of the sofa without another word, arse up, both his holes on display.
“Go on,” said Sol to Ned, jerking his head towards Thomas. “You take his mouth, I know how you love that tongue piercing.”
Ned laughed again, soft and gentle, leaning in to kiss Sol before he stepped around him, setting his coffee on the coffee table and arranging himself on the sofa under Thomas.
“C’mere,” he murmured, pulling Thomas up into a tender kiss as well, sliding their tongues together and running a hand through his hair. “You’re doing so well, love,” he whispered against Thomas’ lips, and Thomas shivered slightly.
Sol felt a strange wave of pride at Ned’s growth. No longer did he hesitate to even speak during sex, nervous and unsure of every move. Instead, he tugged his pyjamas down, and in one move gently pushed Thomas’ head down to put the head of his cock to his lips.
Thomas moaned as he took it into his mouth, just as he always did, and Sol couldn’t help but stand and watch for a moment as Thomas took Ned deeper, both of them lost in the moment. Ned’s eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of Thomas’ mouth, but then he opened them again, looking back over at Sol.
“You coming?” he asked, and Sol, one hand still on his cock, stepped forward to join them.
He pushed inside Thomas easily, his hole already so wet and ready for him, and he had to pause and adjust for a moment before he could keep going, the wet heat of him so perfect after so long of being turned on and untouched.
“So perfect for us, aren’t you, pet?” groaned Sol as he started slowly rolling his hips into him, Thomas moaning even louder around Ned’s cock. “So fucking good.”
Ned leaned over, gesturing for Sol to come closer, and the two of them met over Thomas’ body, Ned kissing him firm and deep. His lip ring pressed firmly against Sol’s bottom lip, one hand coming up to tangle in Sol’s hair as he opened his mouth and pressed his tongue to Sol’s own. All three of their breathing was ragged already, Ned moaning softly into Sol’s mouth, and while part of Sol wanted to keep Thomas on edge for as long as he could, he knew he didn’t have the kind of self control that allowed Thomas to do that to him and Ned. He thrust his hips forward again, hard, and Thomas let out another loud and choked moan around Ned’s cock, making Ned’s fingers tighten in Sol’s hair.
“Fuck his mouth,” Sol said, breaking the kiss so he could speak, his voice rough and gravelly. “If he can still make noise he’s not taking you deep enough.”
Thomas let out another sound, a soft and desperate whine that Sol knew him well enough to know meant he was very nearly out of his mind with arousal. When Ned tightened his hand in Thomas’ hair and started pushing him down further onto his cock, Thomas grabbed tight at Ned’s knee and clenched down so hard around Sol’s cock that Sol nearly finished on the spot.
“Christ, Thomas,” groaned Sol, pulling away from Ned completely so he could start fucking Thomas properly again, thighs slapping hard against Thomas’ arse. “Feel so fucking good.”
Ned moaned in agreement, head rolling back against the back of the sofa as he guided Thomas’ head up and down in his lap, breathing heavily. “Thomas,” he sighed. “You’re so perfect. Your mouth.”
Thomas let out another soft noise, cut off again as he choked on Ned’s cock. Ned loosened his grip instantly, and Thomas pulled back only long enough to suck in a deep breath before diving right back in, taking Ned all the way to the back of his throat.
“Jesus,” Sol sighed at the sight of it. “Desperate for it, aren’t you? Fucking cockslut.”
Thomas clenched down around him again, unable to moan around Ned, so Sol kept talking, Ned’s hungry gaze flicking between Thomas in his lap and Sol.
“Bet you wish we had someone else here, don’t you?” asked Sol, spitting onto his fingers so he could press the tips of them to Thomas’ arsehole. “Two out of three holes filled isn’t enough for you, is it?”
He pushed the tip of one finger into Thomas’ arse, and Thomas pulled back off Ned’s cock again to suck in a desperate breath, nearly crying out at the stretch.
“Sol,” he gasped, grabbing so hard at Ned’s thigh it looked like his nails might draw blood. “Please.”
“You gonna come for us?” growled Sol, slamming his hips harder against him, so close to the edge he could feel it in his whole body. “You can come now if you do it untouched. If you come on my cock with Ned in your mouth.”
“I can’t,” cried out Thomas. “I’ve never—”
“Sure you can,” growled Sol, bringing his other hand down with a sharp crack against the outside of Thomas’ thigh. “Come for us.”
Thomas took Ned back into his mouth, and Sol let go completely, letting himself fuck Thomas as hard as he could, chasing the orgasm he could feel was about to tear him apart.
“Thomas,” gasped Ned. “I’m so close.”
“Come in his mouth,” commanded Sol. He could feel the sweat dripping down into his eyes, his thighs burning with exertion, but still he kept going, pushing his finger deeper inside Thomas’ arse.
Ned came first, but only barely. His hand tightened in Thomas’ hair as he let out a moan, and then Sol was following him, fucking his come deeper and deeper inside Thomas as his thighs threatened to give way under him. Thomas clenched down so hard around him that for a moment Sol couldn’t even move, only holding Thomas’ hip as tight as he could in return, whole body weak and shaky.
Thomas pulled back off Ned with another desperate cry, Ned’s come dripping from his mouth and back onto his cock, and the very sight of it was nearly too much for Sol, his whole body all but collapsing forward across Thomas’, only barely able to slip his finger out of him before his chest was flush to Thomas’ back.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” mumbled Sol, cock still twitching slightly where it was buried inside Thomas.
Thomas only let out a long, plaintive whine.
“Alright, love?” asked Sol, pressing a messy kiss where his lips landed, somewhere near his shoulder blade.
Thomas moaned again, shifting slightly under him.
“G’off me,” he managed to say, and Sol laughed breathlessly, pulling away and slipping out of him before reaching out an arm to help him back to his feet.
Thomas was shaky as he stood back up, and Sol only got a quick glimpse of the mess of tears and come on his face, before he was burying his face in Sol’s chest, whole body trembling.
“Hey,” murmured Sol. “Hey, c’mon. Let’s sit down.”
He led Thomas over to the sofa, and Thomas all but collapsed onto it, trying to bury himself in Sol’s shoulder again before Sol gently pushed him away so he could wipe some of the mess from his face.
“You okay?” asked Ned softly, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of Thomas’ shoulder.
“Yeah,” gasped Thomas, voice small. “God. Yeah, sorry. I’ve never— My whole body is shaking.” He held up a hand, and sure enough, even his fingers were trembling. It was such a departure from his usually calm and collected demeanour that Ned and Sol both had to stare at it in silence for a moment before Thomas let out a shaky little laugh. “You two made me come untouched.”
Sol laughed too, leaning forward to kiss Thomas’ temple as Ned moved closer to his back, wrapping an arm around his stomach.
“Told you that you could do it,” said Sol with a grin. “Maybe we’ll only let you come like that from now on, hmm?” he added, just to see Thomas’ reaction. “Now that we know you can do it.
“We’ll do no such thing,” said Thomas primly, as if he didn’t still have a line of come drying on his chin, his now mostly dry hair sticking out in about a million directions from Ned’s grip.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” said Ned, eyes meeting Sol’s over Thomas’ shoulder. “I know you two have weekends off but I really do have work to do today.”
Sol laughed, and Thomas turned to kiss Ned and apologise without a hint of real remorse anywhere in his face before finally pushing himself back to his feet on still shaky legs.
“Can’t believe I have to shower again,” he complained, stretching his arms high over his head.
“Want some company?” asked Sol with a wink.
“My god,” grumbled Ned, even as he smiled. “You two are relentless.”
“Aw, c’mon Ned,” Sol teased. “You don’t have a round two left in you?”
“We nearly just killed Thomas!” exclaimed Ned.
“Like that’s not how he’d want to go.”
“I plan on living forever,” said Thomas with a little smile. “And whichever of you decides to join me gets to lick Sol’s come out of me.”
He turned on his heel and headed back to the bathroom, and Sol pushed himself up to join him.
“You coming?” he asked Ned, and Ned only hesitated for a moment before pushing himself up too.
“Three people in one shower is a terrible idea.”
”It’s a big shower,” said Sol, sliding his hand into Ned’s and giving it a squeeze.