As I watch them, my pants go from tight to suffocating, so I unbutton them and let them fall to the floor. I grab onto Tristan’s hips and bend over him, pulling his ass into the curve of my groin. My lips land on the center of his spine and I trail kisses all the way back down to the lip of his pants.
A soft, sweet, guttural moan fills the room as Mia’s back arches. Her legs come up around Tristan’s waist. I release his hip to catch one of them, pushing her thigh back. I twist around and plant a soft little nip on it too. They both still have their pants on. I think that needs to change.
I release Mia’s thigh and tug Tristan’s pants and boxers over his hips in one fell swoop. He shimmies his legs to help me get them over his knees and ankles. I kiss my way back up his thighs and force them farther apart, so that I can hook my fingers under Mia’s sweatpants.
She arches her hips upward so I can pull her pants over her ass, and once I’ve got them over her knees, I can’t help but lean in and kiss the supple dip on the inside of her leg where her thigh and knee meet. I suckle it until her knees shiver in response. I gently suck her skin all the way down to her ankles, pull her legs free, and then all three of us are completely naked.
Tristan has moved from her breasts to her lips. Her arms are wrapped around his shoulders, his balls dangle, almost brushing her pubic hair, and I dive for the little space between. I lick Tristan’s balls until the skin around them shivers and they pull tight. He moans into Mia’s mouth and I wrap my hand around his hip to grab his cock from the front. He groans even louder and I fight the urge to bury myself in his ass. Instead, I bury my tongue between Mia’s wet lips.
Her thighs tense and then relax in response. She opens her legs wide, forcing Tristan’s even wider. His balls are on top of my head, his cock is still in my hand, and soon I’ve got both of them moaning and tense in all the right places. I love this. I love the sounds they make together.
My thumb makes it to the tip of Tristan’s cock and I spread his pre-cum as far down the shaft as it will go. I can twist my head and lick the base of it, then twist back and swirl my tongue around the inside of Mia’s clitoral hood. She makes a sound like a silent scream and it is so hard not to enter her.
I crave the feeling of her. It’s been weeks and weeks, but I know that tonight, something is happening that is not about me. Tonight is about the two of them unlocking doors they don’t know the names of—particularly Tristan. The fact that he went to her when he was so fucked up means something, and I want them to find out what that something is. I can see it, but I know that they’ll have to discover it on their own, in their own way, in their own time. I have to be patient.
— Mia —
Julian kisses and sucks on one pair of my lips while Tristan practically devours the other. One of his hands is buried in my hair, the other squeezes my breast, my nipple trapped between two fingers. Our teeth hook on each other’s, only to get swept apart by hungry tongues.
His lips are full of pain and longing and love that has so rarely found purchase. I kiss him back, feeling consumed by whatever wavelength he is on, like it’s infected me and is carrying me down its mysterious river to a place unknown. I am a creature composed only of sensation and compassion; a creature that exists only in this moment, where time does not.
My hands run from his hair down his neck, around to his chest and back, over and over. I want to feel the tightness in his muscles, the tension in his tendons, the pulse of his heart inside of them all. I shimmy my legs out from between his and wrap them around his waist.
Julian pulls away for me to do this, and then plunges his tongue and fingers back inside of me with a vengeance. They go even deeper now. A jolt of pleasure shoots right through me and I thrust into his fingers. He obliges me. His tongue moves from my entrance to my clitoris and two fingers become three. He circles them around and around and my walls pulse harder and harder with each rotation.
He builds me up until I have to break away from my kiss with Tristan because I am panting. Tristan places his mouth at the nape of my neck and sucks on me, hard but slow. I buck my hips up faster and faster. Julian’s fingers feel amazing, but not as amazing as the real thing.
I trace my hand down Tristan’s back and around his waist to his cock, where my hand meets Julian’s. His fingers do not give way to mine, so I wrap them over his and gently push down. He slides his hand up Tristan’s cock and pulls his mouth and fingers away from me. I arch my hips, desperate to be filled, but Julian does not give it to me.
With the tip of Tristan’s cock, he rubs my clit, starting right where his tongue left off. Tristan moans into my neck as Julian builds both of us into orgasm. Just when I am on the verge of letting the pressure consume me and spill over, he stops, and brings the tip of Tristan’s cock lower.
— Tristan —
Mia’s slick entrance is literally right at the tip of my cock. My instinct to thrust is at war with the desire to be lost in every tiny sensation. She is so warm, and Julian’s hand at the base of my dick is squeezing me just right. My balls are so tight, if Julian doesn’t stop what he’s doing soon I might just come. I don’t want to though. Not yet. I want this to go on forever. I want to never feel anything but this.
With each swirl around Mia’s pussy I grow closer and closer to being inside of her. I let myself groan freely and find her lips again. We lock tongues and suck gently on each other.
Julian jerks my cock forward and then lets go. A second later, his hands are on my ass cheeks and his tongue is between them and then whatever strength I had in my legs crumbles. I slowly collapse onto Mia, first my chest falls into hers, then we are rib to rib, stomach to stomach, and as I fall, I instinctively thrust, and I am finally inside of her.
Her warmth is overwhelming in this state. Something inside of me sparks that almost generates tears. I don’t know what it is, but for the first time in a very long time I feel…I feel so much that can’t possibly be described as lust. I don’t even move inside of her. I can’t. I have to adjust to whatever powerful, bizarre force is taking me over.
I kiss her harder. I plunge my tongue past hers. I want to feel as much of her as possible. I want to be inside of her as deeply as possible in every way. I think I want to melt into her, and in this state of mind, as her heart beats against mine, I feel like that is exactly what is happening.
Julian’s tongue pokes deeper and deeper into my ass. Mia slowly rolls her pelvis, grinding up into me. She is soft and sensual and it feels like she’s somehow pulling me deeper into a land I’ve only heard about but didn’t believe was real. But I can’t go deeper. I am so overwhelmed that I become nothing but a creature of sensation, and in it, I am free.
Julian’s tongue leaves my tight ass and his thumb takes its place, rubbing without entering. I hear the gentle roll of his nightstand drawer opening and the click of a lube cap. Julian’s thumb disappears, weight shifts on the bed, Mia squeezes her legs tighter around me, curves her pussy so somehow I actually am deeper inside of her, and then the slippery tip of Julian’s cock lands on my tailbone and traces it down.
He dips inside of me quick, but only an inch or so.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh,” I cry. Mia bites my lower lip gently with her teeth, sucking me back into our kiss, her arms winding tighter around my neck, her fingers deeper in my hair. Julian slowly, slowly, pushes deeper into me.
By the time he is fully inside of me, Mia has found a consistent rhythm. As she rocks me from side to side, he slowly slips in and out, pushing me and pulling me in and out of her. I hate coming before my lovers, it’s an issue of pride and worth, but right now…
Right now I don’t think I have a choice, and…and for the first time ever, I am not worried about being judged. I am not worried about my worth decreasing to them. I am not self-conscious and self-controlled and half-removed. I am completely consumed in this.
I have had sex on ’shrooms before. Sex with Julian, who is the only person I’ve ever felt safe letting some of my guard down with, but
even then, something was running in the back of my brain, something was holding on to the ties and binds of Fear that have shaped me. But right now, wrapped up between the two of them, with Mia’s arms around me and Julian’s hands holding my hips…inside of her while he’s inside of me…I feel safe. I feel free.
He thrusts down as she thrusts up. Slow, but so intense, over and over. I feel my balls tighten and tighten more as pressure builds. I feel the great, hot rush of liquid electricity wash through me and blanket me. For a second, all of me is connected to the base of my cock and all of me releases as an invisible trigger is pulled and everything I am is poured into Mia.
In the timeless seconds that follow, I collapse completely, my face falling into her hair. I feel liquid run down the sides of my nose. Am I crying again? Self-disgust reflexively flares to life, but Mia’s hands comb my hair behind my ears, soft and slow, and she pushes her cheek against mine, pulling my face into the nape of her neck. Julian leans down and kisses the sides of my stomach. Self-disgust falls silent and I am wrapped back in that wonderful, terrifying, foreign warmth.
Julian slowly pulls out of me, and Mia’s legs go lax, but her arms stay wrapped around me, holding me to her. Julian’s weight shifts to one knee, and Mia shifts under me, so that my utterly depleted, sweat-slicked body slides down hers. Half laying on her, half laying on the bed, I feel Julian’s thighs touch mine, feel the front of his knees fall into the back of mine, feel his pelvis press into my ass, and his arm fall over my ribs.
Jerky motions and the sound of sliding cloth. He’s pulling pillows around. I close my eyes as Julian and Mia go still again. Their legs remain entwined with mine, their arms wrapped around me.
I feel Julian’s breath on the back of my neck and I am surrounded by the smell of Mia’s hair. I can feel their hearts beating. I can hear them too. Their heartbeats become the cradle and the lullaby that rock me into a kind of sleep I don’t think I’ve ever experienced: contented.
— Mia —
Julian and I stare at each other with one eye over the horizon of Tristan’s peaceful, sleeping face. He looks so innocent like this. I see so much in him now that I never did before. I don’t know how I will feel or what I will think in the light of day, but I know right now, I don’t want to take myself away from him, even if parts of me ache for a release that hasn’t yet come.
After many, many minutes of Tristan breathing the slow quiet breaths of REM sleep, Julian props himself up on one elbow. Carefully, I draw my arm out from under Tristan’s neck and do the same. Julian’s lips curve into a gentle smile, his eyes twinkle with a special kind of joy as they shift from Tristan’s face to mine.
Very carefully, he lifts his other arm off Tristan’s ribs, where it has laid for so long that their skin has to peel apart. He watches Tristan’s face as he does this, careful not to wake him. Then he brings his freed hand up to brush the edges of my jaw. I shift forward just a little, just enough for him to brush his hand all the way against my neck, back behind my ear, into my hair. I adore that feeling.
Carefully, he shifts his weight and pushes his hips back, seemingly a centimeter at a time. Tristan’s hand twitches a little, but his fingers are resting on my elbow, and, just like a baby, the contact seems to give him reassurance that nothing has changed. Julian pauses, and Tristan’s fingers and breath return to the way they were before.
Julian manages to shimmy out enough to be fully leaning up on one arm now, not just an elbow. He bends over Tristan’s sleeping form. My eyes drift to Julian’s beautiful lips, as they grow closer and closer to mine. He places the most chaste kiss on my lips. It is long lasting and passionate, but so soft and sweet. The dull achy throbbing between my legs instantly flares back to life, and then he pulls away.
He gently rolls to the other side of the bed and slides off it. But he walks around and leans halfway onto the bed on my other side. “I’ll be right back,” he whispers into my ear.
He quietly closes the bathroom door. I hear a sink come on and realize he must be washing something. When I deduce what that something must be, the muscles between my legs clench and a fresh wave of anticipation whirls through me.
Regardless, I stay the way I am until he comes back out, propped up on one elbow, looking at Tristan. He really is angelic like this. As my eyes trace the contours of his face, it transforms in front of me into younger and younger versions. I think about what he said about his parents. I don’t think of myself as very maternal, but I don’t know how anyone could not unconditionally love their child.
The bathroom door opens and closes. I watch his face for any sign the noise has disturbed him, and then gently extract my legs from between his. As if he’s psychic, Julian picks up the discarded blanket from the floor and we drape it over Tristan again.
Standing naked in the dark, we step toward each other. I see things that don’t need names twinkling in his smiling eyes. His thumbs brush the edges of my hips, my fingers trail up his bare chest and into his hair, and our lips meet in the middle.
Kisses with Julian are full of unspoken things, just like kisses with Tristan, but the unspoken things I’ve got to say to Julian are filled with joy and light and giddy promises that I know neither of us can make. Kisses with Tristan are filled with confusion and frustrated curiosity and reasons we shouldn’t be sharing kisses. Both of their kisses warp reality though. In the kisses, those reasons seem to matter less and those unmakeable promises seem possible. I lose track of reality, and then I lose track of why I ever thought I needed to keep track of it.
He bends down and lifts up my thighs. I realize what he is trying to do and jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. With my elbows on his shoulders and his hands gripping my ass, he carries me out of the bedroom and back into the dimly lit living room.
— Julian —
I don’t put Mia down until we’re right next to the couch. Her knees brush mine as her feet land. Our toes touch. She doesn’t break our kiss and neither do I. I don’t think I can.
Her kisses are soft and honest. I feel so much sweetness toward her. Our wordless conversation is one of gentle passion. I have never kissed anyone quite like this. Tristan and I have plenty of passion, plenty of honesty, but not quite the same openness, the same vulnerability. Tristan always has some degree of guard up somewhere, but Mia doesn’t.
Her fingers run down my chest and settle on my hips, her thumbs brushing the sensitive skin where my pelvis meets my thighs. My dick is already erect, pressed against her navel. The animal in me wants to just dive into her, but the rest of me knows to savor this, because it might not happen again.
I gently cup her chin with my palm, my fingers flow along her neck, back to the soft nape where her messy ponytail has created tangles. My thumb dusts the edge of her cheek, all the way up to the dip of her eye. She leans into my touch and I press my tongue farther into her mouth, exploring every inch of her.
She responds with the slightest bit of pressure on my hips, pulling our bodies closer together. I finally break away from her lips, but swiftly capture the beautiful skin under her jaw. I suck just hard enough to leave tiny hickeys…Nothing that most people will notice, but something that I will see traces of for days.
I slide my hands down her arms, and then onto her thighs, and from there all the way back up over her hips, her waist, her ribs. I let my thumbs brush the outer edges of her breasts and she shudders. I swear I can smell her arousal.
I place light kisses across her collarbone, down between her breasts. I grip her hips to steady myself as I fall to my knees, and my kisses become harder the farther down her stomach I go. When I’ve kissed all the way down to the point where soft skin becomes an unruly tuft of hair, I know I can smell her arousal.
I lick the inside of her right thigh, then her left, long and slow all the way up, curving inward as I go, forcing her legs open wider as I climb. My hands still on her hips, I nudge her backward and she follows, lowering herself onto the couch. I catch her under her knees and spread her
legs wide, so there is nothing between me and the source of that intoxicating smell.
As much as I want to devour her, I rein myself in and lick the outside of her labia, teasing her lips. I feel the muscles of her legs tense and relax. I hear tiny gasps catching in her throat when I hit the right spots. Whenever one of these treasure troves of neurons is discovered, I dance around it with the tip of my tongue, gradually increasing pressure until she shudders. Then I move on to another one.
As I grow closer to her center and my nose brushes her clit, she winds her fingers into my hair, lightly pushing and pulling. I love the way it feels. I love the way she is turned on and struggles to remain patient instead of rushing to satisfaction.
I lick all the way up from the bottom of her wet entrance to the hood of her clitoris. Her juices are sticky and sweet, the taste of pineapple. I run my tongue back down and dip it inside of her. I really want to pull out but it is so hard.
I get just far enough away to suck the lips of her labia in. I tease one between my teeth and she arches her back and gives out a guttural cry that the pillow she quickly shoves over her face cannot completely muffle. Naturally, I’ve got to give equal attentions to the other side.
As I suck and nibble and suck and nibble, fresh warm juices gush out of her and trickle down onto my chin. My inner animal’s cage has been opened. It’s so hard not to pounce.
I release her supple lips and plunge my tongue into her. She gasps in surprise and I can feel her inner walls clench around my tongue. I just push it in deeper. She is delicious. So, so unbelievably delicious.
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