But, it is -- Dom's here in the living room, gaze flickering back and forth between you and Harry, looking a little lost and somewhat uncertain. So you pat the cushion between the two of you, smile, and make some joke that has Dom chuckling as he sits. And you think to yourself, yes -- he really is lovely when he laughs. There's a certain joyfulness about him that just speaks to you. And a quick glance at Harry shows he feels the same. You and Harry have been together so long that you almost don't need words anymore. You ask Dom which one he wants to watch first, and he shrugs, doesn't really have a favorite; he loves them all. It's probably true. Hard to pick just one, so Harry just grabs a tape at random and puts it in the VCR, hitting play on the remote as he sits back down. You stare at the screen as the images unfold, and smile. You remember this night fondly -- an entire hour of Harry stretched out on the bed, told not to move, as you licked your way up his body from toes to forehead and back down, starting again when he rolled over. Just that...you and Harry's body as your personal lollipop. You watch with that soft smile on your face for another minute, then turn to watch Dom. You're curious as to what he makes of this, what he sees when he views his handiwork. It's not something any of you ever speak of when the three of you get together, not something you think Dom ever wants to speak about. Talking would ruin the purity, talking would ruin the synchronous connection. Still, you and Harry talk about it sometimes, late at night in bed -- talk about Dom, talk about a way to thank him without ruining what you have. And you both think tonight would be the perfect opportunity. Dom is leaning forward, elbows on his knees, watching the TV with a rapt expression. Like he's watching art. And you suppose this is what it's like for him. Filming you and Harry is his art form. And he's a master at his craft. Never misses a thing. Picks up every nuance in a gesture, every hitch of breath, every tiny detail, captures it all. Watching these videos with Harry is the only reaffirmation of love the two of you need. Harry makes some comment at the end of the tape, and Dom blushes, leans back on the cushions. It's a good look on him -- the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks makes him look even younger, more innocent. Even though you know he's not. And it's precisely that combination that makes him so perfect for you and Harry. Harry reaches behind Dom, slides his hand over yours on the back of the sofa. It's time. You take a steady, deep breath and hope Dom hears all of the things you aren't saying. You hope he gets it. At first, you're not sure if he does. Grey eyes go wide with disbelief, and his gaze darts back and forth between the both of you again, like he can't believe what he's heard. So you repeat it, enunciating every word so there is no doubt. A dare and a request. You wonder which part is more unbelievable to him. You think it might be the combination of both. He asks if you're serious. Of course you are. But he doesn't have to do it. You make that as clear as you can. No one's forcing him to do anything. Harry tells Dom it won't be that bad...Dom says he knows this. He's certainly seen its effect on you often enough. Of course, Dom wants to know why. So you tell him. This time, you want to watch. This time, you want to be the voyeur. And he's the only one you trust. The only one you'd ever consider asking. He's quiet for a minute -- a very long minute. Then nods. Okay, he'll do it. Neither you nor Harry bothers to hide your relief. You get up, throw another tape in -- the kissing one. Somehow, it's appropriate. That was one of the hottest nights of your life. The look on Dom's face, on Harry's, shows they agree. You sit back down on the sofa, watch in fascination as Harry slides closer to Dom. You see the way Dom catches his breath, and the pulse in his neck jumps, and you know he feels the shimmer, the heat, too. Harry's always had that effect on you. It's comforting to know Dom feels the same. Harry places a hand over Dom's zipper, whispers something in Dom's ear; Dom nods, and Harry slides the zipper down, unsnaps the button, and Dom's arousal springs free from denim. Harry leans in further, removes his hand, doesn't touch Dom's cock -- just waits. You watch as Dom licks his lips, leans up into Harry, closer, closer -- and they're finally touching lips, finally tasting each other, finally kissing. You can practically feel the hum in Dom's body from where you are, feel the electricity, the flicker. Raw power surges from the both of them as they kiss. Just lips and teeth and tongues touching. It's beautiful, watching them move together -- touching and tasting and exploring -- as Harry cradles the back of Dom's head, delves in with his tongue. You see Dom catch it between his teeth, close over it...and you shiver. It's like watching the corruption of an angel. You know what Harry's kiss does to you...and think it must be like that for Dom, because his eyes are glazed over when they finally part, and he can't stop touching his tongue to his lips. His eyes flicker to the screen, and he moans at the sight of the two of you, naked and kissing, and you know he now feels what you feel. He's tasted Harry. He licks his hand and covers his cock, moves up and down in slow circles, fisting the length, gliding up and down, prolonging each movement. You catch Harry's eye, and he winks at you, smiles slowly, letting you know the taste of Dom was as remarkable as you thought it would be. And the sight of Dom pleasuring himself while watching you and Harry onscreen is one of the most erotic things you've ever seen. Pink tongue darts out, is caught between even white teeth as his hand moves up and down his cock, thumb brushing against the head, catching the moisture leaking from the tip. You don't move, you don't breathe, you're barely aware of your heart beating as your gaze takes in the show, as you listen to his harsh breath, as you watch his face flush with exertion, watch his hand slide faster over hard flesh. You wish you had Dom's video camera on you to capture the look on his face -- sublime joy and rapture -- when he comes, and you're afraid to blink because you don't want to miss anything. You wait until his breathing slows before lifting his hand, sticky with semen, from his softening cock. And slowly, giving him plenty of time to pull away, to stop you, to say no, you bring his hand to your lips and lick, suck, swallow the sticky substance from his hand. Nice, tangy, different from Harry. And it's been a long time since you've had another man's come on your tongue. But this is Dom, so it's all good. He watches you, pupils still dilated, transfixed at the sight of his fingers disappearing into your mouth. And when you're finished, you carefully, slowly zip his jeans back up, not touching him. You lean in, don't thank him, thanking him is irrelevant, unneeded -- he knows you're thankful -- and place your lips on his, allowing him to sample himself on your tongue before pushing it between his teeth to taste him. Soft, yielding, lush, wet...it's a good flavour. No wonder Harry looked so impressed. Dom sucks on your tongue -- gently seeking -- and you deepen the kiss, give him the full power of it, holding nothing back. You give Dom Harry's kiss -- full-tilt, open-mouthed, dueling tongues, nipping teeth. And his response is everything you've ever wanted...his hands tug your hair, his tongue plunders your mouth, his lips open to yours. It's one of the most beautiful kisses you've ever given or received. You hope Harry's kiss was this good and can't wait to ask him. You both pull back, panting, and Dom's flushed again, lips swollen, eyes glazed. Beautiful. You feel blessed that he's shown you this side of himself, that he's opened up to you the way you and Harry always do for him. Then he smiles, and you smile, and you catch Harry's smile out of the corner of your eye. And you know Dom understands, that he heard everything you weren't saying. You spend the rest of the evening watching football, having a few drinks -- another evening with your friend, your lover. But it's there -- the awareness hums under the surface. And all three of you know the videos that will be shot after this night will have that awareness, that love. Which, you think, is exactly as it should be.
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