Karl and Orlando were laid out before him on the bed, beautiful naked bodies straining together as Orlando's hips flexed with each slow push of his cock inside Karl. Both of them were flushed with exertion, sweat matting the hairs on Karl's chest, the back of Orlando's neck. The sheets had been pushed to the floor in a tangled heap, joining the mess of clothing littering the carpet, each item hastily discarded as soon as the three of them had entered the room, victims of the need to get hands on skin as soon as possible. Sean watched, slowly stroking himself, enjoying the familiar feel of his hand on his cock, enjoying the sight before him. Karl was looking up at Orlando, eyes clouded with lust and so much need that it was a wonder he didn't combust with it, and Orlando returned the look, mirroring Karl's expression, as their hands clenched together, white-knuckled with the effort of moving slowly, not rushing the moment. He loved how patient they both were with each other, even though he knew they'd both waited so long for this. Sean admired the long lines of Orlando's body as Orlando lazily dipped his head towards Karl's for a slow, sweet kiss, then another, lips conforming, tongues curling together. Karl's heels dug just under the swell of Orlando's ass, pulling him even deeper with each thrust, their muffled moans music to Sean's ears. Karl had moaned just as sweetly for him a little bit earlier, when Sean had taken his cock in hand, brought him off with Orlando greedily watching from the bed. The room smelled of come, sweat, and lube. The combination was irresistible, welcome, and the new scent of another man, of Karl, made it even more perfect. Karl looked so at home on his and Orlando's bed, looked so at home with Orlando between his thighs, tanned skin perfectly complementing Orlando's as they lost themselves in each other. Why had it taken them so long to do this? When Sean's gaze drifted up, past the graceful curve of Orlando's back, the muscled planes of Karl's chest, he wasn't surprised to see Orlando's eyes were now on him. At Orlando's small, intimate smile, Sean felt a wave of love so strong it seemed like he'd drown in it. "Were you planning on joining us, love?" Orlando asked, skimming white teeth along the sharp curve of Karl's jaw. "Please," Karl added, the word ending in a hiss as Orlando shifted, then ground down. "Fuck me, yer both bloody gorgeous," Sean breathed reverently, feeling like he should be in a church or a gallery. This...oh, yes, this was religion, this was art. They were art. And he was lucky enough to be a part of the canvas. He strolled over, enjoying the feel of both sets of eyes upon him, and placed a knee at the edge of the bed, bending to place a kiss to Orlando's nape. "I could watch you fuck him all night." "Happy...to...let you," Karl smiled, face alight with gratitude and want. Sean leaned past Orlando's shoulder, licked at Karl's lips, tried to convey through his kiss how grateful he was that Karl had said yes, given them this. When he lifted his head, Orlando nuzzled his ear, breath warm as he whispered Love you just loud enough for him to hear. "I know", he murmured back, then smoothed a hand along Orlando's spine, steadying him for the forward push of his cock inside Orlando's willing body. He kept his gaze on Karl, on the way his lips parted in a silent 'o' of pleasure as Sean framed Orlando's hips with his hands, started to move with slow, deliberate thrusts, fucking Orlando forward, deeper into Karl. They had all night, after all. No need to rush a good thing. Onto Tango, Coda
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