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The champagne silk poured around Phoebe’s feet, flowing not unlike it had at dinner.
All of them had imbibed perhaps a bit too much of the drink, not to mention some of that powdery cocaine that Will only knew of as a medicine. But this was Paris, and Paris seemed like a different world altogether.
Kim had his arms wrapped around Phoebe’s waist tightly, whispering something in her ear as Maisie bit at her exposed throat, leaving crimson lipstick stains in her wake. Will didn’t know where to look.
“Darling!” Phoebe cried out a bit too loudly, reaching towards him with an elegant hand. Her chemise was a soft pink, the silk clinging to her body. “Stop gawking, and be a dear and help us.” As if to emphasize her distress she began to move, her legs like that of a new-born fawn as she tried to walk the three of them together towards him. It proved difficult, to say the least, and the pile of limbs and laughter collapsed onto the bed.
Kim bit at her lobe after they landed, and she smacked him away with a giggle before turning and nuzzling down into Maisie’s half-clothed frame. Will felt his wrist enclosed by Kim’s fingers.
“Come now, I’m no good here.” His eyes were dark and dancing, and Will let himself be pulled onto him without a word.
When they had taken these adjoining rooms at L'Hôtel (the girl’s suggestion and terribly fashionable, of course) Will had thought the beds comically large. In its current configuration the one in his and Kim's room was comfortable, the four of them spread and tangled on the mattress with just a little extra room to spare.
He ended up sandwiched between Maisie and Phoebe, a cloud of perfumes and silks. Maisie was holding him by the waist, pressing her front fully against his back with no sense of shame, while Phoebe’s hands tangled in his clothing and Kim watched from behind her with a smirk. Really, this was unfair.
Phoebe squealed in delight, leaning back so that her head was pillowed on Kim’s chest. Kim let himself be manipulated into this position, watching Will from the side, one hand grazing the silk at Phoebe’s waist.
Will didn’t know what to do, or where to look. His skin felt tight, his head fuzzy. His cock was decidedly interested by these events, and growing even more so as Kim dragged his hand up, pulling the chemise with it, until it grazed the tops of Phoebe’s nylon stockings.
He felt his cheeks flush. Part of him, the proper son who had thrilled at being allowed to walk girls home, wanted to avert his eyes, apologize, and flee from this room. But that part was small indeed and growing smaller with each inch of pale skin exposed.
He met Kim’s gaze. Kim was intoxicated on more than just wine and cocaine, staring at him with his head thrown back. After a beat he lowered his chin and kissed Phoebe on the top of her head, drawing a giggle from her that was soft and almost girlish.
“ Darling,” she trilled, and the tilt of his head indicated that she was referring to Kim. “You’re going to make him have one of those dreadful heart thingies.” Her face then froze and her last word suddenly hit her. She burst out laughing, and Will found the sound of it as infectious as always.
“Oh, we mustn't have that,” Kim said, but his hand was still moving up and soon Phoebe's lace underthings were well on display.
“Oh Christ,” Will heard himself say. His vision was locked onto the seemingly soft triangle between her legs, the way the color of the silk was just slightly darker than her skin, and the sharp smell of sex already in the room. Will hadn’t been with a woman since the war, and those girls had been paid. The experiences had been lovely, and whether paid or not he hoped he had given them a good time. But those were nothing compared to what he had with Kim.
But this was Phoebe and Kim was here, and when he tore his gaze away from the undergarments Kim was watching him with a wolfish expression that further inflamed Will’s cock.
“Look at that,” Maisie purred in his ear, and he was suddenly also aware that his closest friend was wearing only a chemise and pressed up behind him. She reached over his hip and brought her hand to Phoebe’s sex, cupping her through the silk. Phoebe let up a strangled little moan unlike anything Will had ever heard from her before and arched back into Kim, pressing herself down on her lover’s fingers. “She’s already soaking her silks.”
Will was still in his trousers and undershirt and was far too hot. When he watched Maisie’s hand dip into the silk, pushing it down and exposing the dark blonde curls between Phoebe’s thighs, he tore his eyes away just to keep himself under some amount of control.
It didn’t stop the sounds though, the obscene wetness as Maisie played with her, the soft moans Phoebe made. Will was looking at the ceiling but in a moment he found himself looking at Kim, who was watching him with a wicked gleam in his eyes. Will couldn’t say any of this was planned, but looking at Kim now he knew it was not exactly unwelcome.
“Oops,” he heard Maisie say, and looked down to watch her pull Phoebe’s undergarments from her. Kim took a clue as well, reaching down to pull the chemise over her head, exposing her small pert breasts, the nipples pink and hard. Soon enough Phoebe was completely bare before him, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
“She’s insatiable,” Maisie was saying in his ear.
“Oh I know,” Kim added. “I tried to help you there once, didn’t I, love?”
Phoebe laughed and Will caught Kim’s eye, saw that he was telling the truth. He wondered if he could get that story out of him later.
“You did your best, darling,” Phoebe said, reaching behind her to pat him lightly on the cheek. Kim’s arm was still wrapped around her waist and he dragged his hand up to cup a breast, teasing at a nipple. From their expressions it seemed more for Phoebe’s benefit than his own. Maisie returned her hand to Phoebe’s sex, dipping her fingers into the wetness, and Will was certain the benefit there was mutual.
And his cock definitely wanted to get involved in whatever this was.
“Are you sure?” he said out loud. He had no idea who he was asking–it could be any of them, really.
His answer came from Kim and Maisie pushing Phoebe to him and Phoebe kissing him deeply.
Then many pairs of hands were on his clothes, pulling his undershirt from his body, sliding the belt from his trousers. It was certainly Kim that pulled his cock out while Maisie removed his trousers fully, Kim who pumped him in his hand slowly, the dripping tip of Will’s cock brushing against Phoebe’s flat stomach.
“Oh very nice,” Maisie said, and Will blushed furiously. He would have thought all the blood was in his cock by now, but there still seemed to be more to spare.
“Yes, darling, it’s just like you said!” Phoebe exclaimed, and Will’s gaze snapped to Kim.
Kim lowered his eyes, clearly trying to avoid him, though the smile on his face was growing and he kept working Will over in his hand in an effort to keep Will distracted. Luckily for Kim that wasn’t very difficult.
Will added that to the pile of things he would have to ask about later, when he was busy not having Phoebe wrap her legs around him, having his cock guided into her slick folds, and burying himself, almost on instinct, to the hilt.
He closed his eyes and moaned. She was warm and wet and soft all over. The pressure of her breasts on his bare chest was exquisite, and the smell of her—her perfume, her dripping sex—was delicious. And he had the added feel of Maisie behind him. She had pulled her silk down and her breasts were bare and pushed against Will’s back, her hand in between them, pressed against Phoebe’s clitoris. Will’s bare arse was pressed against Maisie’s front and she certainly did not seem to mind.
Nor did Kim, who leaned over Phoebe’s shoulder and captured Will in a biting kiss, humming into his mouth.
Will’s hips began to move of their own accord. Phoebe made desperate little sounds as she pressed up against him, ground herself down on her lover’s hand, arched against Kim as he continued to toy with her breasts, cupping and pinching them. She was trapped between the three of them and so incredibly vocal in her enjoyment at that fact that Will found himself being spurred on by the sounds she made–not like Kim’s breathless whines, but just as delicious to his ears.
Kim’s mouth was still close to his, his eyes very dark indeed, and Will found himself flexing his shoulders as he fucked her in an unnecessary way, only to see the way Kim’s breath caught at that.
“How does he feel?” Maisie rasped in Will’s ear, her fingers speeding up. “You’re certainly dripping, love.”
“Exquisite,” Phoebe sighed. “And quite thick, just like you said, Kim. Much better than Edward–remember when we shared him at that party?” She tilted her head back against Kim’s shoulder and lovingly kissed him on the lips. Will was transfixed, itching to ask questions when he wasn’t balls deep in one of his best friends.
“I should get a go next time,” Maisie said, and Will let out a choked sound. He felt very much like a stud horse. The idea was not unappealing.
Phoebe remained arched against Kim for a moment, the whole of her body as taut as a wire, her breasts pushed further into Will. Her sounds, and the sight of her tight nipples, triggered something in Will’s brain and he leaned in to capture one in his mouth. Phoebe squealed, Kim’s fingers flexed along his chin, and Maisie’s hand moved to lightly grip his cock as it slid into her lover.
He was still sucking at her when Maisie returned her attention to Phoebe’s clit and it wasn’t long before he felt the tell-tale convulsions start. Phoebe swore in her sweet voice and her muscles began to suck Will in, trying to milk him. The part of his brain that was still capable of thought told him he probably shouldn’t come inside her, and he pulled out as soon as he could, leaving a slick trail along her thigh.
Once he was out Phoebe almost vaulted herself over him on the bed. Will turned his head to watch her dive between Maisie’s spread thighs with abandon before Kim pulled him into a kiss. He could feel Kim’s clothed cock rub against his thigh and was suddenly aware that his lover was still wearing his silk underthings. Will pulled at his clothing roughly, almost tearing them from his body before he was pushed onto his back beside Maisie and Kim had him in his talented, beautiful mouth.
Will groaned. He wondered what his cock, slick with Phoebe, would taste like and resolved to kiss Kim as soon as he was finished. He rolled his hips and pressed himself deep into Kim’s throat, the slick sound of Kim working himself over filling his ears.
He turned his head and saw Maisie watching Kim suck him with rapt attention. Phoebe had one of Maisie’s breasts in her hand, her head hidden in her curls. Will reached over and gripped the other one, kneading the flesh and teasing the nipple, watching Maisie bite her lip and squirm. He buried his other hand in Kim’s hair, holding him tight as he knew Kim craved.
He felt when Maisie’s own release came, shuddering up through her body. She pushed herself down on Phoebe’s mouth and pressed her breast further into Will’s hand, and perhaps it was the feel of it that did it for Will, for he was soon coming himself. He gripped Kim hard and spilled deep within his throat, enjoying the wanton moans that reverberated around his cock as Kim took it all. Will closed his eyes tight and threw his head back and was aware only through touch that the girls were rolling closer to him. He felt their hands on his chest, in his hair, and then Maisie was kissing him. His cock was softening and Kim was keeping it in his mouth as his own release came, notable to Will by the way he trembled.
“ My Lord,” Maisie said. “He looks gorgeous like that.” Will couldn’t argue.
Kim gathered himself with a few shaky breaths then climbed up the length of Will in order to join the three of them. He kissed Will softly, with none of the desperate need he exhibited moments ago. Will tasted himself and Phoebe on his lips. It was sweet and tart, the flavor of Kim layered underneath, and it was maybe the best thing Will had ever tasted. He tightened his unbreaking grip on Kim’s hair, pushing him closer, trying to devour it all. Finally Kim collapsed against his side, an arm around his waist. The girls landed on the other, giggling and kissing, their entwined hands on Will’s chest.
They remained in silence for a few moments
“Well,” Maisie said and then just laughed.
“You were wonderful, darling,” Phoebe said, and pressed a kiss to his cheek, the gesture far more innocent than Will had expected.
“Isn’t he just,” Kim said, and Will almost rolled his eyes.
“Enough of that,” he said, embarrassment creeping in just a tad. Not enough for him to do anything about the pile of limbs and nudity around him, or cover his own cock, but still.
“Well, we’ll certainly make the most of this bed!” Phoebe exclaimed, leaning back to kiss her lover once more. Kim kissed Will on the shoulder.
It took him a moment to recognize the promise of a future performance in Phoebe’s words. Surely this could not happen again? This was just the drink, just the cocaine, and any wants he had for a repeat performance were best left as fantasies. But it had happened and the world hadn’t ended.
And the bed was warm, the skin pressed against him soft, and he was surrounded by nothing but love. Any higher thoughts or pressing questions could wait until morning.