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"How do you even know how to make this, anyway?" Haruto's tone was far too innocent as he methodically grated cheese, glancing a grin over his shoulder at Andreas.
"You can just grab any old recipe online, you know." Elliot grabbed an olive, popped it into his mouth, and bumped his hip into the counter, watching Haru work. "It's all about paying attention and following directions."
Haruto shook his head, a little tendril bouncing out of his ponytail. "No, I've tried to make this before and the sauce separated and got all gross. What's your secret?" The look he gave Andreas was questioning, pleading basically, and not just about the cooking. Elliot caught it, and had to stuff his hands into his pockets to avoid sliding his hand up Haruto's neck and claiming his mouth.
Maybe later. If all the cards got played right tonight, anyway. His eyes flicked to Andreas to see how he'd interpret that look, but he missed it. Andreas turned back toward the stove, all business--though there was a little self-consciousness in the lines of how he held his body too. He usually had confidence, but could be adorably shy if caught off-guard.
Elliot wanted to devour him.
He grabbed another olive instead.
"Yeah, that's fair. I burn stuff sometimes because I get distracted." Haruto brushed the little piece of hair back with his forearm, conscious of his freshly washed hands.
"No secret." Andreas crossed the kitchen in a step and a half, and reached out to tuck the hair behind Haruto's ear. "Just slow, steady heat." There was no shyness in the way he met Haruto's eyes, and Elliot stopped chewing to watch them. Haruto smiled, and Andreas returned it.
Elliot felt heat creep up his own collar, and he wondered about the other two. The fresh smell of the herbs Haru was chopping filled the air, and he relaxed against the counter again.
He decided to make himself useful, and slunk past the other two to grab three glasses and a chilled bottle of wine from the fridge.
He filled two glasses, catching glimpses of Andreas and Haruto in between. They were sneaking little glances at each other, too, and he caught one or two of them sparking.
Elliot almost overfilled the third glass when he saw Haruto twist his body back to reach for another cutting board. His shirt rode up, and wrapped around his slim torso was the unmistakable pattern of purple lace.
Oh, he had plans plans tonight, huh? Elliot drank deep from the third glass, partly to hide his mistake and partly because he was suddenly unbearably parched.
“Are you hungry, Elliot?” Andreas asked, with an unmistakably dark undercurrent in his voice.
“Yeah.” Elliot gave him a long look over another deep sip of wine.
It wasn’t more than a beat before Andreas crossed the kitchen in a couple long strides and claimed his mouth. He tasted like basil, and Elliot smiled, while carefully setting his glass on the counter so he could be ravished properly.
The kiss was firm and demanding, and Elliot’s fingers curled around the edge of the counter. As Andreas pressed the line of his body to Elliot’s, he looked past him toward Haruto.
Far from the awkward nervousness he’d displayed when Andreas had surprised them before, Haruto was now watching them with glowing appreciation. He didn’t look jealous, or anxious; he was just watching them with an expression of pure, sweet desire.
Andreas redirected Elliot’s attention with a finger on his chin. “Nice view?”
He looked up into Andreas’ eyes, mischief lighting his expression, and just kissed him again, with renewed energy.
His eyes closed, and he sighed, falling into the kiss again, feeling the push and pull between them like always.
It was Haruto, biting his lip and tracing his fingers over Elliot’s neck. Tentative, but seductive in one.
“Oh, you are good enough to eat, too.” He pulled Haru toward him and claimed a kiss from him as well. He was all keyed up, and his feather-light touches were electrifying.
Elliot pushed his hands through Haru’s hair, and felt Andreas’ mouth on his neck. His eyes closed, and he craved more.
His fingertips danced under Haruto’s shirt, tracing over the texture of the lace, while Haru licked at his lower lip. Andreas’ hands were wrapping around Elliot’s hips, and he was pleasantly drowning in stimulation.
“Can I see how you look in that?” Elliot pulled back, breathy and expectant.
Haruto just nodded and pulled his shirt over his head.
Gorgeous. Andreas’ little appreciative noise behind him told Elliot he wasn’t alone in his reaction—and the little grind behind him let him know his dick wasn’t the only one springing to attention.
Elliot spread his fingers and brushed his hands over Haruto’s chest. “You look so good in this.”
Haruto blushed. “Did you have this all planned out for us?” Elliot’s voice was quiet and a little wheedling as he kissed down Haruto’s neck.
“Mmmhmm.” Haruto’s head rolled back, exposing more of his neck, and Elliot bit down gently.
He got the gasp he was looking for, and was inhaling the sweet scent of Haruto’s skin, when Andreas laid a gentle hand on Elliot’s shoulder.
“He looks amazing. Why don’t you spoil him a little?” Oh, he wanted to dictate, did he?
Elliot grinned. “Why don’t you tell me how to do it?”
Andreas made an approving noise deep in his chest and ground his cock a little against Elliot’s ass again before agreeing.
“Get down on your knees.”
God, he was so gentle and so commanding at the same time. How did he do that? Elliot rubbed the heel of his hand against his own cock before sinking to the floor. Then he just waited, expectant. He grinned up at Haruto, who was basically squirming. This was teasing them both. How fun.
“Take those pants off, won’t you?”
Elliot unbuckled Haruto’s pants and pushed them down to his knees, then his ankles. Haruto stepped out and kicked them away somewhere. He shared a quick smile with Elliot, remembering an awkward day at the park when he’d left his running shorts tangled around his ankles and it had ended up tipping them over altogether.
Andreas slid back into the conversation smoothly. “Give him some more of those sweet kisses.”
Elliot’s grin deepened into a devilish smirk. He knew exactly what Andreas meant. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against dark purple lace, feeling Haruto swell even as he kissed him. The heat of his skin, the slight roughness of the lace—it was just more stimulation, and Elliot couldn’t keep his tongue from flicking out.
Haruto gasped and clutched the counter behind him.
“Good, very good.”
Between the gorgeous beauty in front of him and the praise behind, Elliot was going to lose his mind a little. He opened his mouth and licked in earnest, relishing the high-pitched noises they drew out of Haruto. The sounds slid down Elliot’s spine and straight to his cock. He opened his mouth for more, covering as much of Haruto’s cock through the flowered lace as he could. Elliot tasted a little bit of precome through the lace, and he licked more, spreading saliva and fluid all over Haruto.
The sound he made sucking wetness through the lace was absolutely obscene. Haruto made another delicious noise and pressed his hands to his cheeks. He was starting to push the crotch of the pretty garment away from him with his erection, and Elliot sat back on his heels to admire it for moment, tracing a finger up his length.
He was so focused on Haruto’s dick that when it jumped, and Haruto moaned, he startled and looked upward.
Andreas had attached his mouth to one of Haruto’s nipples, also over the lace, and was rubbing at the other bud with his thumb. He reached down and behind Haruto, and Haruto let out a breathy moan that made a little wet patch start in Elliot’s own underwear. He grabbed himself through his pants and watched.
Based on Andreas’ motions and Haruto’s beautiful reactions, his body rippling and his lips dropping open, Haruto was wearing a plug. And Andreas was playing with it, pushing it in and pulling out to tease and pleasure him. He didn’t look surprised at all.
“Wow. Damn. Did you two plan this?” Elliot arched an eyebrow, looking at Andreas’ satisfied smirk and Haruto’s blushy disheveled face.
The dinner had been thoroughly ignored at this point. Elliot reached over and quickly turned the stove off, then continued to watch the two hottest guys he’d ever seen get it on in his kitchen.
“Tell him.” Andreas was low and insistent. He was unbuckling his own pants, leaning back against the counter, and positioning Haruto in front of him.
“Yeah, we did—oh! fuck—we wanted to...oh, oh shit.”
Clearly, Andreas had just slid into Haruto’s stretched, waiting hole, and it was sexy as hell. Elliot would do anything to hear that gasping moan from him again, and he was quickly rewarded when Andreas bottomed out. Elliot’s hands fumbled at his own pants—he was still kneeling on the floor but damned if he was going to be able to watch this without touching himself.
“Tell him what we did in the car.” Andreas put his hand on Haruto’s shoulder and started moving faster.
Haruto already looked dazed, and he squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled before answering.
“We—ah, on the way over I—fuck, yes, just like that—I sucked his dick in the car.”
Oh, holy shit that was hot. Elliot stroked himself faster, keeping pace with Andreas.
“Not all the way though, and he—”
“Did he put that plug in?” Elliot could hear his voice growing rough with lust. He imagined Andreas’ long, dextrous fingers teasing and spreading Haruto’s rim and pushing the plug inside. He pulled at his own cock, twisting his hand at the tip and letting out a choppy breath of his own.
Haruto’s frame was shuddering under the force of Andreas’ thrusts, and he did a poor job answering. “N-no—” The rest of what he had been going to say was cut off in a wail, and he reached back, looking to grab onto Andreas’ hips, to anchor himself to something.
“No, he did that all by himself before coming over. While he was putting on this pretty outfit.”
Thinking about that, about Haruto opening himself up, maybe in front of his mirror, sliding into this slinky-one piece; it was almost enough to make Elliot come right then. He squeezed his dick hard.
“It’s sexy, isn’t it?” Andreas spoke with his eyes closed. Elliot knew that look. If Haruto had gotten him close, then Andreas had just been hovering near the edge all night, desire scratching at his skin, while they cooked. He was close, and Elliot could see it.
He murmured the words without really knowing he was saying them out loud. “Fuck, are you going to come?”
“Come in me, please, Andreas—”
Andreas was happy to oblige. He chuckled in response, and pounded into Haruto faster and harder. Haruto just tipped his head back, taking it. Andreas pulled back on him, using the straps of the one-piece for leverage, and let out a deep sound as he emptied himself.
It set Haruto off, and he pulsed hot and sticky through his lingerie, making a mess of the already-wet lace. His hips bucked and his chest heaved and he was so, so beautiful.
Elliot was about to join them, jerking himself hard, when Andreas breathed, “Wait.”
Elliot made a little noise of protest, but obeyed. He was still knelt on the floor in front of both of them. Andreas grunted as he pulled out of Haruto, then spun him around. Haruto whirled, pliant and laughing.
Andreas pulled the crotch of Haruto’s garment to the side and pulled his cheeks apart, one in each hand.
“Are you still hungry, Elliot? You did offer to have us over for dinner.”
Hint accepted. Elliot dove in with vigor, ignoring for now his cock bouncing in the free air outside his clothes. Haruto positively wailed when Elliot’s tongue touched his hole, and it redoubled Elliot’s determination to lick him clean.
He grasped one tight little runner’s cheek in each hand and dove in, showing Haruto he was starving for it. Something about rimming him after Andreas had fucked him hard was so erotic, Elliot made his own little noises as he licked and pressed with his tongue.
With the familiar taste of Andreas’ come on his tongue and Haruto’s sweet song above him, Elliot almost didn’t notice Andreas sinking to the ground next to him.
When Andreas breathed over the hard, red tip of Elliot’s cock, Elliot moaned into Haruto’s ass.
“You’ve been so patient. Time for dessert.”
Andreas lowered his lips and tongue in a sinful tease before falling into a rhythm. He took Elliot to the root, bumping the head of his cock against Andreas' throat. He did it again, and again, and it didn’t take long for Elliot to reach the edge again, and he was licking the last of Andreas’ spend from Haruto when Andreas’ own mouth sent Elliot spinning over the edge. His body wrenched and stars flew behind his eyelids, and he came harder than he had in a long time, Andreas obligingly moving with him and sucking down every last drop.
Elliot opened his eyes, finally, and breathed. His cheek was pressed against Haruto’s buttcheek, and Haru had turned back to run gentle fingers through Elliot’s hair. He laughed.
“Guess I didn’t know just how hungry I was. Thank you both for the prep work.”
The other two groaned at his stupid joke, but smiled at him. Andreas was already getting out his phone to order pizza.