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When Eren comes home from work, it’s fairly early in the afternoon, and the quiet apartment is bathed in warm, lazy late-summer sunlight streaming in through the windows. He glances around as he kicks his shoes off, then calls out for his boyfriends, just in case the apartment isn’t as empty as it looks.

“In the bath,” comes Marco’s voice, echoing softly from the bathroom. Unsurprisingly, Jean isn’t home yet, still trapped in the messy process of wrapping up the summer terms and preparing for the fall. Marco, proactive as always, had managed to neatly tie up his own loose ends earlier in the week, so he’s had a relative abundance of free time to devote to whatever his heart desires.

As Eren wanders into the bathroom, Marco smiles up at him from the book he’d been reading, eyes shining over his glasses, his finger marking his place on the page. “Hey,” he greets cheerfully, pulling his feet down from the other corner of the tub, where his ankles had been crossed lazily. “You looking to take a shower? I can get out.”

Shrugging idly, Eren pulls his shirt off and tosses it in the vague direction of the hamper, then asks, “You been in there long?”

“Mm, a while. Not too pruny, though.”

Eren grins crookedly, sliding his hands into his pockets as he cants his hips casually forward, more than aware of the familiar way his boyfriend’s eyes scan over him, briefly checking him out. “That’s ‘cause your hands aren’t in the water.”

“Good point,” Marco laughs, conceding easily.

Eren takes a moment to look him over in return, his gaze lingering thoughtfully on the clear water before he reaches out to the side, where a big glass jar filled with colorful bath bombs rests on the counter beside the sink. He raises his eyebrows as he draws the tip of his finger along the rim of the jar, both a request and an invitation put forth without words.

Marco’s smile widens before he holds his book up again and moves to finish his paragraph, his lips moving along with the words serving as Eren’s cue to hold on a minute. Eren leans back against the counter, his hand resting idly on the jar’s lid, content to watch Marco mumble something vaguely philosophical-sounding.

Once he’s hit a good stopping point, Marco closes the book with a smart snap and hands it out to Eren. “Page one-twenty-four. Don’t let me forget?”

He won’t. Marco never does. Still, being trusted with something even as simple as this has never failed to bring a steady warmth to Eren’s chest. With a pleased smile, he nods and takes the book, laying it on the counter behind himself. “Which one?”

“Hmm...” Marco sit up and pushes his glasses up his nose, squinting through them at the jar. “I dunno. Isn’t it your turn to pick, anyway?”

Eren shrugs lazily, then turns to the jar and opens the lid, reaching in and grabbing one of the powerful-smelling bath bombs at random. He never can keep track of which one is which before they’re in the water, anyway.

“So scientific,” Marco teases, taking the simple-looking green ball and dropping it right in the water between his bent knees. It fizzes and bubbles wildly, immediately filling the bathroom with a pleasantly zesty smell.

Eren leans over to look at it with an interested hum, watching soft green tendrils curl through the warm water, clouding over where Marco’s fingers are loosely laced together between his thighs. Marco’s not watching the bomb, though, choosing instead to tilt his head and give Eren a warm, enigmatic sort of smile, his eyes all soft and loving for no real reason other than because he can.

As always, that expression leaves Eren more than a little flustered, but he shakes it off and stands up straight again with a toothy grin. Marco rests his elbow on the edge of the tub, leaning his chin in his hand as he asks, “So, are you coming in, or am I supposed to be putting on a show?”

“Well, shit,” Eren snorts, “If you’re offering.”

Marco beams at him and holds his hand out expectantly. “Five dollars.”

Eren laughs loudly, dragging one hand through his mussed hair as he snickers, “That’s it? Babe, with that ass, you could be a millionaire.”

“You get a discount, ‘cause you’re cute,” Marco replies simply, leaning over and reaching for Eren’s knee. His fingers catch in a loose fold in his jeans, enough to grab hold and drag him closer, tongue stuck out playfully. Eren lets himself be pulled into Marco’s reach, unable to shake the smile spreading wider and wider across his face.

Shifting up onto his knees, Marco bites his lip and plucks at the button on Eren’s jeans, waiting for the brunette to nod his permission before he deftly unfastens his pants, then pulls them down off his hips. He stretches to press a warm, loving kiss to Eren’s hip, nuzzling against his dark skin, lightly running the tip of his nose up the line of soft curls leading down into his boxers as he pushes Eren’s pants to the floor.

With the exceptionally cuddly mood Marco seems to be in, these touches are probably entirely innocent, but something in Eren still curls hotly at the way Marco’s skin feels rubbing against his so affectionately.

“Careful there,” he murmurs, gently sliding his fingers into Marco’s hair. Marco just blinks up at him and grins, though, lightly snapping the waistband of Eren’s boxers against his skin with his teeth before he leans back to ease those down as well.

Kicking his clothes aside, Eren watches Marco sit down again, then shift back to give Eren room to join him. There’s plenty of room in his usual spot at the other end of the tub, but Eren just squints at it for a moment, lips pursed thoughtfully. When he climbs in, he settles himself between Marco’s bent knees instead, then scoots back until he can lean his back against his boyfriend’s chest. Marco gives a surprised hum, but he adjusts quickly, shifting his thighs to let Eren get closer before he wraps his arms around his narrow waist and sighs happily.

“That okay?” Eren asks sheepishly once he’s settled, leaning his head back to glance up at him.

“I’m good if you are,” Marco replies, before he ducks to kiss Eren’s cheek, squeezing him a little tighter. Eren smiles up at him, tilting his chin up for a proper kiss, which Marco is more than happy to supply. He kisses him a few more times, light, loving brushes of their lips, before he hums and nuzzles Eren’s cheek. “I love you,” he whispers, his breath warm along the angle of Eren’s jaw, soothing him yet further.

Eren lets his eyes slide closed as he leans into his boyfriend’s affection, his hands resting atop Marco’s bent knees and squeezing as he murmurs the words back. Marco purrs contently at that, then sits up straight so he can rest his chin atop Eren’s head.

“So,” Eren hums after a few minutes of comfortable, fragrant silence, “What’d you get up to today?”

“Not much.” Marco lets his hands wander across Eren’s chest, trailing his knuckles along his stomach as he thinks. “Did some reading for this coming semester, emailed some professors, you know. Same old.”

Eren shakes his head with a laugh. “You have all this free time now, and you’re still doing schoolwork?”

“I’ve forgotten how to do anything else,” Marco snickers, turning to rest his cheek against the top of Eren’s head instead. “Grad school does that to people.”

“Sounds like madness to me.”

“Mm, maybe.” Sighing contently and lacing his fingers over Eren’s stomach, Marco taps his thumbs against his boyfriend’s damp skin and asks, “What about you? How was work?”

Shrugging lazily, Eren replies, “Well, nothing broke and no one yelled, so that’s a good day right there.” Eren shifts around slightly, enough that he can lean his head back onto Marco’s shoulder, letting himself relax further into his boyfriend’s warm embrace. “Thought of some new lyrics on the way home, too.”

“Oh?” Marco blinks down at Eren, lightly scratching his nails through the soft hair on his stomach. “I didn’t derail you, did I?”

Eren shakes his head, squeezing Marco’s knees reassuringly. “Nah, I wrote them down on my phone. I’ll get back to it later.” He grins up at Marco and, before he can ask, adds, “Yes, I’m sure.”

Poking his lower lip out, Marco blows a soft raspberry against Eren’s cheek and grumbles, “Just makin’ sure.”

“I appreciate it, babe.” Sighing slowly, Eren lets his eyes slide closed, obviously enjoying his boyfriend’s wandering touches. “When’s Jean coming home?”

“Mm, not sure,” Marco murmurs, pressing his lips to Eren’s cheek again. “You could text him?”

Eren nods, then sits up and leans over the edge of the tub, tugging his pants back over so he can pull his phone out of the pocket. He gets himself settled, kicking his feet up onto the corner of the tub as Marco folds him in his arms again, before he pulls up his text conversation with Jean. Unsurprisingly, a sizable portion of their recent texts involve Eren sending Jean memes and Jean groaning at length in response. Marco snickers at that, resting his head against Eren’s to watch him type out a brief ‘come home nerdbucket’ to their boyfriend.

While Eren and Jean text back and forth, Marco keeps himself entertained by dragging lazy kisses along Eren’s cheek, up his ear, and down along the turn of his jaw, each brush of his soft lips undeniably affectionate. Eren hums contently and tilts his head aside, freely giving Marco access to his slender neck. Marco takes him up on his unspoken invitation, drawing his lips further down his boyfriend’s warm skin, letting them linger on the bend of his shoulder.

Ever since the big talk they’d had earlier in the month, where Eren had come clean about his past, and after which they’d all asked each other’s forgiveness in turn, Marco’s been unusually affectionate with both of his boyfriends. Neither of them mind it in the least, nor do they hesitate to return it in droves.

It had taken a while for the initial feeling of overwhelming vulnerability to fade, especially for Eren, but Jean and Marco both have made good on their word to use the information to love him better. With their continuous support and acceptance, and the strength he lends them in return, they’ve all made great strides toward being okay again, and the bonds between the three of them are nothing if not strengthened for it.

Even now, almost a month after the talk, Marco’s still wonderfully liberal with his tender affection and loving words, and even though it leaves Eren flushed and tongue-tied, the gentle, unconditional reminder that he’s in love and loved in return has started to settle deeper, more permanently into his soul.

The concept of ‘forever’ has always been kind of terrifying to Eren, but his own definition of the word is starting to look an awful lot like Jean’s and Marco’s fingers laced tightly with his.

From: Jean
pls come hit me over the head with a chair so i can get out of this meeting and come home

Eren snorts loudly, which draws Marco’s attention away from warm, dark skin. He looks at Eren’s phone, then sits up further with a soft laugh, his fingers lightly pinching Eren’s sides. “Looks like he’s close to quitting time, then.”

Nodding at that, Eren taps out a quick reply involving John Cena before he leans his head back onto Marco’s shoulder again with a grin. “I probably shouldn’t send him a nude pic, huh.”

“That’d be cruel and unusual,” Marco snickers, tickling Eren’s stomach playfully. “Maybe once he’s on his way home. You have new ones?”

In response, Eren just sticks his tongue out through his teeth and wiggles his eyebrows, then opens his phone’s camera and holds it up, leaving Marco blinking widely at himself over his glasses on the dim screen. Eren flashes the camera a sharp, crooked grin, exactly the kind that usually leaves Jean whining about ‘unfair hotness’ and melting across furniture, and takes a picture before Marco can make any face other than vague, amused surprise. To Eren’s credit, it’s still a good picture, between Marco’s hands resting comfortably on his stomach and way the bottom edge just barely teases at the base of Eren’s cock under the colorful bathwater.

“Mm, you’re so photogenic,” Marco sighs. “That’s a good one.” Eren nods absently, then rubs his thumb across his screen to wipe off the fingerprints over Marco’s face, a sneaky little smile curling the corners of his lips. His warm adoration comes through even without the help of his words, and Marco flushes under it, tightening his arms around Eren’s waist and bashfully nudging his nose behind the brunette’s ear.

“Think that’ll get him to come home faster?” Eren asks after a minute, grinning over his shoulder.

“Of course,” Marco chuckles, “But he might come home dying of thirst.”

Eren shrugs lazily, setting his phone on the edge of the tub so he can relax into Marco’s arms again, his eyes sliding contently closed. “’S fine with me. He looked good enough to eat when I was trying to leave for work anyway.”

“At five in the morning? That’s surprising.”

“You did too, you know,” Eren laughs, a grin spreading across his face as he squeezes Marco’s knees. “Both of you made it hard to leave this morning, unconscious or not.”

Marco hums warmly, brushing his lips against the corner of Eren’s closed eye. “Sounds to me like you just woke up in a mood.”

“Maybe,” Eren snorts. “Maybe I just wake up next to two wildly attractive dudes every day.”

“Such a struggle,” Marco snickers as he digs his fingers into Eren’s sides again, earning himself a startled peep from his squirming boyfriend.

“Well, yeah,” Eren wheezes, before he frees himself from Marco’s arms and turns to face him, unconcerned for the water splashing and sloshing around the rim of the tub. “It makes leaving almost impossible,” he continues, pressing on Marco’s knees to get him to straighten his legs out some so Eren can straddle him, perching comfortably in his lap with a wide grin. “But it also gives me something to look forward to when I come back, so I’m cool with it.”

Laughing warmly, Marco rests his hands on Eren’s hips and scoots down in the tub slightly, pulling him further into his lap so he can hold him and kiss him more easily. “As long as the benefits outweigh the costs,” he says, loosely wrapping his arms around Eren’s waist.

“Damn right they do,” Eren rumbles, sliding his arms around Marco’s shoulders and ducking to catch his lips, happily relaxing into his embrace.

Marco sighs contently as they kiss, slowly trailing his palms up Eren’s back, spreading his fingers across soft, dark skin, before he tilts his head slightly and slips his tongue out against Eren’s lips, deepening the kiss with a hum. Eren responds in kind, tangling his fingers in Marco’s hair as he shivers and arches his back under his boyfriend’s petting.

Just as Marco’s hands slide down Eren’s back again, as his fingers dip beneath the water to curve around his ass and pull him yet closer, Eren’s phone rumbles and chirps against the edge of the tub, likely signaling another text from their boyfriend. That prospect leads Eren to respond to the sound significantly more charitably than he normally would, pulling away from Marco’s lips with another, lighter kiss before he turns to grab the phone.

From: Jean
i am FREE
for a few days
you and boy still home?

Eren bites his lip around a grin at the question, choosing to just send the picture he’d taken as a response. As he’s doing so, Marco kisses softly across Eren’s cheek again, then drops his lips to the crook of the brunette’s neck. He drags hot, wet kisses up the line of Eren’s slender throat, groaning softly against his pulse at the way his boyfriend melts in his lap. Eren’s eyes flutter closed at the feeling, his head dropping back to offer more of himself to Marco.

With as distracting as Marco’s mouth feels on his skin, Eren nearly drops his phone in the bath. It beeps again before he loses his grip, though, Jean’s reply luckily drawing his attention.

Pulling himself together slightly, Eren holds his phone up and reads Jean’s message, then tosses it back toward his pants without replying. “He’s heading home now,” he murmurs, tugging on Marco’s hair until he leans up for more kisses, his hands squeezing Eren’s ass as their tongues tangle again. “’Bout twenty minutes,” Eren says between languid kisses, pressing their chests together and rocking slightly in Marco’s lap, his now-hard cock resting easily against the brunette’s soft stomach.

“Good,” Marco rumbles, nipping gently at Eren’s lower lip, using his grip on his boyfriend’s ass to pull their hips flush together, his own arousal resting along the join of Eren’s thigh. Eren shivers at the feeling and presses closer, wrapping his arms around Marco’s neck with a low moan. Nudging his nose against Eren’s, Marco brushes their lips together a few more times, one arm sneaking up to wrap firmly around the brunette’s narrow waist before he asks, “You wanting anything in particular?”

Eren hums thoughtfully, licking his flushed lips, only slightly distracted by the way Marco’s dark eyes watch the movement. “Yeah,” he replies after a moment. “If he’s in the mood, kinda felt like fucking him through the mattress.” Marco moans softly, his eyes flickering shut and his hands tightening slightly on Eren’s body before he nods and pulls his boyfriend into another slow, messy kiss, his cock twitching against Eren’s hip.

“I-I think he’d like that,” Marco mumbles between kisses, “’S been a while since he bottomed, anyway, he must be losing his mind.”

“What about you?” Eren asks, rubbing his thumbs along Marco’s cheeks. “What d’you want?”

Marco grins widely, blinking up at his boyfriend as he sighs, “Honestly, I kinda just wanna watch that.” Before Eren can poke his lower lip out, already pouting slightly at the idea of Marco just observing, he leans up to sneak another quick kiss, then says, “But after that, I wouldn’t mind tagging in.”

His eyes narrowed in thought, Eren asks, “On Jean or me?”

“Dunno,” Marco murmurs, shrugging idly. He shifts his hands to slide slowly up and down Eren’s sides, squeezing gently as he does so. “We’ll see how things play out. You in that kind of mood?”

“Maybe,” Eren muses, dragging his thumb over the corner of Marco’s lips as he ponders. “Kinda liking how you feel between my thighs right now.”

Marco laughs softly, then bites his lip and rocks his hips up against Eren’s, earning a rumbling, pleased sigh. “Kinda liking how you look with me between your thighs,” he teases in return, ducking back into Eren’s neck with a low moan.

Satisfied with that for now, Eren tilts his head back and breathes his boyfriend’s name, tangling the fingers of one hand into soft black hair. Between hot, slow kisses pressed against Eren’s throat, Marco breathes sweet love against flushed skin, holding him closer against his chest as if hoping to feel Eren’s pulse flutter in time with his own.

In interest of waiting for Jean, Eren and Marco take their time languidly making out in the bath, sliding their hands slowly across warm, wet skin, hips rocking lazily together. Thankfully, they don’t have to wait too long before the sound of the front door opening cuts through the humid air, shortly followed by Jean calling for them.

Pulling away from Eren’s lips with a crooked grin, Marco slides his hands around to squeeze the brunette’s ass again, then tilts his head aside and calls, “In here!”

While his head’s leaned back, Eren takes the opportunity to drag his mouth down Marco’s throat, grinding his cock against the brunette’s stomach more firmly. He runs his hands over Marco’s shoulders, down his arms as he rocks in his lap, tracing soft skin down until he can wrap his fingers around Marco’s wrists.

When he pulls gently, Marco lets Eren move his hands off his ass, but before he can ask about it, Eren rolls his hips forward again and gently pins Marco’s wrists to the cool tile wall on either side of his head. Marco exhales shakily at the light restraint, pressing his hips up into Eren’s steady, rhythmic grinding.

Somewhere through the growing fog of arousal, Marco hears Jean come to the bathroom door, then curse under his breath at the enticing sight his boyfriends make. He opens his eyes and throws the blonde a flustered grin, spreading his fingers and wiggling them to make sure Jean notices.

“Should’ve known,” Jean mumbles before he comes to kneel beside the tub, reaching over to run his fingers through Eren’s shaggy hair as he leans in to kiss Marco. He flicks his tongue between Marco’s parted lips, then nips gently at his lower lip, too quick for Marco to catch and deepen. When Jean pulls back, Marco whines and leans after him slightly, but Eren chooses that moment to pull off the dark hickey he’d been working into Marco’s shoulder. He grins and releases one of Marco’s wrists, then turns and tugs Jean into a deep, messy kiss, moaning softly at the way Jean eagerly falls into him.

Swallowing heavily, Marco licks his lips and rubs his hips up against Eren, ducking to gently nip at the brunette’s collarbone. He soothes away any sting with his tongue, then sits back to watch Eren and Jean make out with a low groan. His eyes move from where Eren’s hand is fisted so firmly in Jean’s hair, just enough to have the blonde melting for him, to where Jean’s fingers play across the hollow of Eren’s throat, then down to lightly pinch his pierced nipple, his careful touch earning him another breathy moan.

Jean revels in his boyfriend’s reactions for a moment longer, a sharp smile curling the corners of his lips even as he parts them against Eren’s, before he drops his hand to Eren’s lap and loosely wraps his fingers around his aching cock. Eren chokes on a stuttered breath, his hips hitching up against Jean’s hand, then growls low in his throat, pulling Jean harder against him by his hair.

He gives Eren a few slow strokes, the sound of his knuckles dipping in and out of the bath a faint note in the background, then reaches into the water and curves his palm over Marco’s arousal where it’s still cradled in the hollow of Eren’s inner thigh. Marco sighs warmly at the feeling, grinding up against his boyfriends as his eyes slide closed. With a quiet moan, Jean slowly rubs his hand against Marco, the friction of skin on skin eased by the soft, warm bathwater. Eren huffs and nips at Jean’s lips in the absence of the blonde’s hand on him, at which Jean breathes a low, smoky laugh.

“Here,” Jean murmurs, regretfully pulling his hand away from Marco’s cock to press it against Eren’s stomach. “Scoot back a bit.”

Blinking blearily, Eren stares at Jean for a moment before he does so, inching back along Marco’s thighs somewhat morosely. Once there’s enough space, Jean drops his hand to circle the base of Eren’s cock, now mostly jutting out of the water, and he gives him one more long, lazy stroke before he leans down between his boyfriends and wraps his lips around the head of Eren’s dick.

“Oh, fuck, Jean,” Eren sighs, his fingers threading deeper into tangled blonde, his formerly rough grip now gentle, encouraging. He rocks his hips up into Jean’s mouth, shivering slightly, then curls his free fingers under Marco’s chin to pull him far enough forward to kiss. Curved over Jean’s slowly bobbing head, Marco moans against Eren’s lips, resting his hand on the brunette’s cheek as he deepens the kiss easily.

Jean sucks Eren down eagerly, curving his pierced tongue around him as best he can at this angle, and once he’s comfortably taking as much of him as he can without submerging himself, Jean moves his hand back to Marco’s cock. He strokes him steadily, moving his hand in time to his mouth on Eren, more than fueled by the sounds of their moans melting together above him.

Pulling back with a shivering gasp, Eren leans his forehead against Marco’s and lets his eyes shutter closed as Jean hollows his cheeks around him. He takes a moment to get it together, flicking his tongue out against Marco’s flushed lips as he does, before he leans back and watches Jean’s head move between them, biting his own lip and pressing his hips up into his boyfriend’s hot, wet mouth. Marco’s hands have found their way back to Eren’s ass, he notes, but their firm grip just makes him hotter. Moaning breathlessly, Eren tilts his head back and closes his eyes for a moment, then tightens his grip on Jean’s hair and mumbles his name, tugging enough to get his attention.

Jean pulls off and sits up quickly, licking his slick lips before asking, “Yeah?”

Eren groans for the loss, almost tempted to push Jean’s head back down, but he pulled him off for a reason. He rests his forehead against Jean’s, swallowing heavily, then breathes, “Can I fuck you, baby?” his voice rough, undeniably heated. Jean shivers against him, squeezing his eyes shut, before he’s nodding against Eren and gasping out his enthusiastic approval.

More than ready to get things going, Marco gives Eren’s ass another firm squeeze, then moves to push him up by his hips, just enough to suggest moving. Eren curls his tongue into Jean’s mouth once more before he complies, standing carefully and stepping out onto the bath mat. Jean, still kneeling, wrangles him closer by his hips, immediately swallowing down Eren’s cock once he’s close enough.

This angle is significantly easier to work with, so Jean does, letting his eyes flutter closed as he bobs his head along his boyfriend’s cock, once more encouraged by Eren’s hands in hair, tugging lightly as he shivers out quiet, pretty sighs. Jean moans around his mouthful, then scoots closer and spreads his knees further apart, shamelessly dropping one hand to palm at his own hard cock where it’s trapped down the leg of his jeans. He shifts his other hand to the base of Eren’s cock, leaving him free to move his hips if he wants to, although Jean takes care of that too when he buries his nose in dark curls and swallows him purposefully. Eren chokes helplessly at the feeling, his eyes fluttering as Jean starts moving again, before he focuses once more on his boyfriend’s concentrated expression, on his flushed, wet lips.

Marco, having been entranced by how good Jean looks sucking Eren off, turns just to let the water out of the bath before he climbs out to stand behind Eren, rubbing his arousal against the curve of his ass. He rests his warm hands on Eren’s hips, then ducks to press hot, slow kisses down his neck again.

Between Marco’s tempting grinding and the sensuous drag of Jean’s lips and tongue along his cock, Eren finds that his knees are shaking dangerously, his body held steady only by his boyfriends’ hands and mouths on him. He knows they won’t let him collapse, but it’s still somewhat precarious, so he laughs breathlessly and mumbles, “F-fuck, I’m gonna fall over.”

“Yeah?” Marco chuckles against his ear, his voice so low and so alluring, Eren can’t help but shiver. “Should we keep moving?”

Eren just groans at the idea of losing contact with Jean’s mouth again, but the blonde makes the decision for him when he pulls off his cock to gasp roughly, the heel of his hand riding firmly along the straining ridge his arousal makes in his pants. Marco moans softly at the sight, reaching down to curl his fingers loosely around Eren’s slick cock in Jean’s stead.

“L-let’s—” Jean stammers, interrupting himself with an enticing little whimper. “B-bed, bed,” he murmurs a second later, dragging his hand away from himself to rip his shirt off.

Grinning widely, Marco nods and reaches down to help Jean stand, sliding around Eren to catch the blonde’s lips in a playful kiss. Jean wraps himself easily around Marco, already entirely distracted by his boyfriend’s teeth and tongue. Before they can get too far, though, Marco pulls back with a quiet hum and tugs his water-spotted glasses off, tossing them atop his forgotten book on the counter.

He pushes his boyfriends out into the bedroom, then crawls across the bed to make himself comfortable sitting up against the headboard, his cock flushed, half-hooded and achingly hard against his stomach. The sight makes Jean’s eyes glaze over slightly, but before he can trip over to Marco and put his mouth on every beautiful part of him, he shakes his head clear and turns back to Eren, burying his hands in his shaggy hair and dragging him close enough to kiss.

Eren guides Jean back toward the bed, his attention unevenly divided between kissing, undoing Jean’s pants, and walking, and when Jean’s legs hit the bed, he lets Eren lean further forward, bending Jean back slightly in his enthusiasm.

Fumbling fingers finally manage the catch of his pants, and Eren carefully eases the zipper down, ever mindful of Jean’s disdain for underwear. He slides his hand down into the blonde’s jeans and gently frees his arousal with a practiced flick of his wrist, pausing to rub his thumb against the sensitive skin between the studs of Jean’s slick piercing, which earns him a shivering gasp of his name pressed against his lips.

Grinning widely, Eren nips lightly at Jean’s lips, then drops right to his knees so he can work Jean’s tight pants the rest of the way off. Jean exhales roughly, combing Eren’s mussed bangs back off his face.

Before Eren can return Jean’s earlier favor, though, he realizes that Marco probably can’t see that well over the edge of the bed. He licks his lips and stands up again, and Jean’s disappointed whine is almost immediately cut off by the squeak he emits when Eren grabs him by the thighs, just under his ass, and lifts him right off the ground. Marco groans softly at that, his own weakness for Eren’s strength obvious, and Eren flashes him a crooked grin before he climbs up onto the bed and dumps Jean across the foot of it.

Seeming to realize what Marco’s immediate plan is, Jean shivers and arches his back, more than aware of what the graceful curve of his spine away from the sheets does to Marco when he can see it this clearly. Jean bites his lip around a grin and pulls Eren closer by his shoulders, eagerly wrapping his thighs around Eren’s waist and rocking up against him as he leans up and catches his lips again.

Eren groans roughly at the bare friction between them, settling over Jean on his elbows so he can fuck his tongue between the blonde’s flushed lips as he grinds steadily against him, their cocks sliding together enticingly.

Ever the helpful one, Marco crawls forward and drops the lube beside them, along with one of Eren’s condoms. Eren shoots him a grateful grin, sitting back on his heels to grab the lube, but before Marco can slide away again, Jean breathes his name and reaches for him, the tips of his fingers brushing over his bent knee.

Biting his lip around a widening smile, Marco leans over Jean and catches his flushed lips in a warm kiss, soothing his hand lazily across the blonde’s bony chest. Eren watches them for a moment, sighing contently before he dips to drag languid, teasing kisses down Jean’s stomach.

As he makes his way down, his kisses growing hotter and wetter, Eren slides his hands over Jean’s smooth skin, more than a little affected by the way his boyfriend’s squirming under him already, his thighs spreading eagerly. Jean’s humming quietly against Marco’s lips, his fingers tangled in soft, dark hair, when Eren nuzzles his face right against his cock, then drags his tongue slowly up his length, cleverly flicking it against the stud resting in the precome pooling at the tip. Jean shivers and arches at that, whimpering Eren’s name between kisses, and when Eren hums and wraps his lips around Jean’s cock, the blonde pulls back from Marco’s lips to gasp out a pretty moan for them.

Marco settles comfortably beside Jean to watch Eren work, reaching down to thread his fingers into Eren’s hair encouragingly as he bobs his head slowly over Jean’s cock. Jean watches blearily for a moment, then lets his head fall back into the sheets, panting soft praise and melting under Eren’s attention. Licking his flushed lips, Jean tugs Marco close again, at which he chuckles before he obliges Jean with more kisses.

As Eren’s keeping his steady rhythm with his mouth, he coats his fingers with lube, then leans up on one elbow to give himself room to slide the slick tips of his fingers over Jean’s entrance. Jean shivers at that, his thighs tensing on either side of Eren before he pulls his knees back farther, giving him better access. Shifting closer, Eren ducks to take more of Jean’s cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and rubbing his tongue along the sensitive underside, and as Jean’s going boneless under him, Eren presses the tip of one finger into his boyfriend.

Between Eren’s incredible mouth, Marco mirroring Jean’s breathless moans against his lips, and Jean’s own rising need to feel his boyfriend inside of him, Jean relaxes around Eren’s finger fairly easily, quick to rock down into his steady rhythm in anticipation of more. Eren works a second finger into him and spreads them gently, picking up the pace of his hand and his mouth as the slide becomes easier and as Jean’s squirming becomes more urgent, more needy.

Thrills run down Jean’s spine with every clever curl of Eren’s fingers, with the way they feel buried inside him. The feeling of Eren working him open for his cock would be enough to drive him crazy by itself, but paired with the feeling of his boyfriend’s hot, wet mouth moving over him just as steadily, Jean’s finding himself coming dangerously close to losing control already.

It’s been far too long since he’s had this, since he’s been laid between his gentle, attentive boyfriends like this, but Jean still finds himself falling into them easily. As Marco licks into his mouth, parting only to whisper filthy encouragement between wet kisses, Eren hollows his cheeks around Jean’s cock and slowly sucks up to the head again, humming warmly against his piercing at the way Jean’s arching hips twitch and shake. He presses a sloppy kiss there, his lips sliding in slick precome, before he buries his fingers deeper and starts kissing his way back up Jean’s stomach.

Eren’s wrist moves steadily as he drags his lips up the blonde’s tense chest, pausing to playfully bite at his nipple before he slides up further and laves his tongue over Jean’s thundering pulse. He teases a third finger against Jean’s entrance, rumbling low in his throat at the way Jean shivers out a tremulous, eager sigh, the way he melts under the attention being lavished upon him.

As he spreads Jean open on three fingers, Eren lightly drags his teeth along Jean’s collarbone, and Marco pulls away from his kisses with a ragged hum. Licking his lips absently, Marco slides the pad of his thumb across Jean’s flushed, kiss-swollen lip, then moves his hand down and wraps his long fingers around Jean’s arousal, grinning lazily at the cracked little sound his boyfriend makes at that.

Stroking him slowly, evenly, Marco moves his lips to Jean’s ear, nibbling gently on his earlobe and slipping his tongue along the angle of his jaw. Eren curves his fingers again, rubbing tight little circles around Jean’s prostate, more to tease him than anything else, at which Jean whimpers and arches his back tightly, one shaky hand fisting in Eren’s messy hair. He gasps out a soft plea for more, rocking his hips in time to the hands working him over so perfectly, and Eren groans at the sound, lifting his head to catch Jean’s parted lips in a sweet, messy kiss.

“M-Marco,” Jean murmurs, his breath panting out hot against Eren’s lips, his eyes squeezed shut tight as Eren draws the tips of his fingers over his sweet spot again. “Eren, f-fuck—”

“You sound so good, Jean,” Eren breathes, gently digging his teeth into Jean’s lower lip, just enough to wring a shiver out of him. As he curls his fingers deeper, he gives the blonde a crooked grin, then brings his other hand up to brush his knuckles under Jean’s chin, his dark eyes taking in every detail of his boyfriend’s flushed, needy expression. “So pretty like this, baby,” he continues, dipping to brush a soft kiss to the corner of Jean’s lips. “’S been too long since I had you under me.”

Nodding his enthusiastic agreement, Jean gasps, “Y-yeah, yeah,” before his voice cracks in time with the squeaky little moan Eren’s fingers coax out of him. He lets his head fall back with a shuddering sigh, his hips rocking up into Marco’s maddeningly steady grip. “C’mon, Eren, g-god...”

“Impatient,” Marco teases, breathing a low, heated chuckle against Jean’s ear. Chills break out over Jean’s skin in the most alluring way, and he leans into Marco’s smooth voice with a hitched moan, already shaky and brainless with arousal.

Pulling his own lip between his teeth, Eren watches his boyfriend’s face for a moment longer before he buries his fingers deep inside him and spreads them easily, then firmly curls them up into his prostate again, pressing and massaging there until Jean’s arched nearly off the bed between them, his choked breath escaping in little whimpers. His cock drips precome onto his tense stomach, soaking the light dusting of curls leading down from his navel, which makes the slide of Marco’s hand on him that much easier.

Jean already looks like he’s about to lose it, with how hard, how slick his flushed cock is slipping through Marco’s fingers, and the way he can’t keep still with their hands on him, inside of him, his own fingers weakly gripping them, holding them to him, his bitten lips parted around sweet, desperate noises. Eren groans, then slides his free fingers from Jean’s jaw to his lips, and when Jean’s mouth opens to accept them immediately, Eren can’t help the low, growling curse he breathes out.

He pushes two fingers into Jean’s mouth, gently dragging the tips over his pierced tongue, and Jean whines and closes his lips around them, sucking on them eagerly, his tongue laving wetly over Eren’s knuckles and flicking between them. He’s tightening around the fingers thrusting into his ass, too, obviously overwhelmed by all the hands on him and yet still eager for more.

Marco moans against his ear then, mumbling rough praise for him as his hand picks up its pace, his fingers moving noisily through Jean’s sloppy precome. Jean squirms at the feeling, his eyes shut tight, and once Eren sees fit to start thrusting his fingers into Jean’s mouth in time to the ones between his spread thighs, Jean tenses hard, then melts for them completely.

He’s so thoroughly taken care of between them, so spoiled by their teasing and their touching that he barely notices his orgasm sneaking up on him until it’s rushing over his pliant body in a sweet, sudden wave. He doesn’t even have the brains to try to warn them, or to squirm away from them, not when he feels so good with their hands on him. Instead, he just arches weakly and gasps out a whimpering moan muffled by Eren’s fingers, tightening yet further around the ones inside him, and he only manages to rock his hips into his boyfriends’ rhythm once or twice more before he’s spilling into Marco’s hand with a breathy whine.

“Oh,” Marco murmurs, blinking down at where Jean’s come drips between his fingers, soaking his hand and Jean’s skin in a few hot, languid spurts. “Oops.”

Eren hums, then slides his fingers out of Jean’s mouth with a soft laugh, leaning up on his elbow instead so he can take in the mess they’ve made of their boyfriend.

As he eases his fingers out of Jean entirely and sits up, Eren grins down at his trembling, panting boyfriend, watching Jean drop an arm over his flushed face with a shaky groan. He licks his lips when Marco gives Jean a few more slow strokes to ease him back down to earth, then teases, “Little pent up there, babe?”

“L-little,” Jean grumbles, his voice still ragged and breathy. “Fuck.”

Eren snickers and scoots off the bed quickly, only pulling himself away from his boyfriends long enough to snag a stray shirt off the floor by the hamper to clean up with. He wipes his fingers off and hands it to Marco, then climbs back onto the bed to kneel between Jean’s spread thighs again.

Once he’s used the shirt to mop up the splattered mess of come on his hand and Jean’s stomach, Marco hums and puts it aside, still within reach in the likely event that they need it again later. A wide smile curves the corners of his lips as he presses a few sweet kisses along Jean’s jaw, sliding his arm over the blonde’s warm stomach and chuckling, “You okay?”

Swallowing heavily, Jean nods and takes a deep breath. “Y-yeah, ‘m good,” he mumbles, coming out of hiding to pull Marco into a lazy kiss. He hooks one leg around Eren’s hips and tugs him closer, then looks up at him and says, “C’mon, ‘s okay. Want you.”

Eren raises his eyebrows at that, wrapping his warm fingers around Jean’s bony hips. “Dude, you just came. You don’t want a break?”

Jean shakes his head. “It wasn’t that big, I can keep goin’.”

Before Eren can protest, or insist upon giving Jean at least a minute to breathe, Marco laughs softly and nips at the angle of Jean’s jaw, then drags hot, wet kisses down the line of his flushed throat, earning himself a shivering moan. “You just wanna feel Eren’s cock inside you while you’re all sensitive from coming, huh,” Marco murmurs, grinning up at Eren out of the corner of his eye. Jean whimpers at that, easily tilting his head aside for Marco, then nods.

“Oh,” Eren says, his crooked grin spreading over his face again. “Well, you should’ve just said so.”

“Sh-shut up,” Jean whines, wrapping his thighs more firmly around Eren’s waist, his eyes fluttering open just to fall to where Eren’s cock is standing achingly hard against his stomach, flushed and heavy and slick with precome. He licks his lips and wriggles closer, trying to move close enough that he can rub Eren’s arousal against some part of himself.

“Alright, alright,” Eren laughs. He leans over Jean on his hands and ducks to catch his lips, slipping his tongue between them and kissing him deeply, insistently, unable to keep from moaning against his lips at the way Jean arches up against him. Thin, pale arms slide over Eren’s shoulders, shaky fingers winding into his hair again, Jean’s hazy touch doubtlessly encouraging, inviting.

Before he can get too involved in Jean, Eren nips gently at his lower lip, then sits up again, patting around the sheets for the condom Marco had brought over. As Eren’s fumbling with the wrapper, Marco curls his fingers under Jean’s chin and pulls him into another kiss, sighing his name as Jean curves his hand over the nape of Marco’s neck to tug him closer.

Marco moves to pull away again, possibly to scoot back up to where he’d been observing from earlier, but before he makes it far, Jean’s holding him tighter and grumpily squinting at him. “Where’re you goin’?” he mumbles, clearly perturbed by Marco’s shifting.

“What,” Marco hums, letting himself be pulled back down. “I’m not allowed to spectate?”

“’Course you are,” Jean huffs. He flicks his eyes back over to where Eren’s rolling his condom on, only slightly distracted by the quick, confident movements of Eren’s hand, before he leans up to nibble at Marco’s lips. “Don’t gotta be so far away, though.”

“Mm, I got this,” Eren interjects, grinning widely at his boyfriends when they look over at him. “Marco, go over there?”

Mirroring Eren’s grin, Marco nods and sits up, leaning over to pull Eren into a warm, deep kiss before he crawls back up the bed and makes himself comfortable leaned back against the headboard. He spreads his knees and stacks a few pillows between his legs, already anticipating Eren’s plan, and once he’s settled again, he wraps his hand around his own soaked arousal with a low hum.

Jean doesn’t need to be told where to go from there. He rolls over with a quiet groan and slithers up the bed after Marco, settling himself on his stomach on the pillows, close enough that he can easily nuzzle his face against Marco’s knuckles. He leans up on his elbows between Marco’s thighs and drags his tongue up the brunette’s cock, both of them moaning at the feeling.

Behind him, Eren slides his warm hands up Jean’s thighs, helpfully guiding him up onto his knees and coaxing him into spreading them wider, groaning raggedly when Jean arches his hips back toward him and wiggles his ass temptingly. Eren shuffles closer, dropping the lube beside them so he can curve his hands appreciatively around Jean’s ass, squeezing and kneading gently as Jean makes himself comfortable again. He teases his thumbs against Jean’s slick entrance, still relaxed from his fingers, at which Jean shivers, rocking his hips back for more.

Glancing back over his shoulder, Jean moans breathlessly at the way Eren’s looking at him. His eyes are dark and hazy, the heat of his arousal practically pouring out of him, radiating from his flushed skin and sparking little fires everywhere he and Jean touch.

Jean licks his lips and presses back into Eren’s hands encouragingly once more, his cock already half-hard again where it’s stuck between his stomach and the soft pillow under him, and when they make eye contact again, heat rushes all through Jean’s body at the way Eren’s intense gaze burns into him.

Eren grins crookedly and leans over Jean, ducking to catch his lips as he rocks his hips forward, his cock dragging and teasing along Jean’s entrance just to drive them both a little crazier. Jean gasps against his lips, shifting his knees further apart, offering more of himself to Eren, his hands weakly gripping the tops of Marco’s thighs.

As he watches his boyfriends move together, Marco licks his lips and sighs, giving himself a few loose strokes as he does. He makes no move to distract them, though; there are few things on this earth more arousing to him than watching Eren and Jean make sweet, filthy messes of each other. He contents himself instead with running his fingers through Eren’s mussed hair, then brushing what he can reach of Jean’s bangs off his forehead, his touches light and loving.

Humming low in his throat, Eren pulls away from Jean’s lips in time to press a brief kiss to Marco’s knuckles, before he nudges his nose against the blonde’s temple and murmurs, “You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” Jean huffs immediately, biting his lips as he rubs his ass back against Eren. “C’mon, quit teasin’ me.”

“Alright, alright,” Eren laughs, nipping at Jean’s earlobe before sitting up again and grabbing the lube. He makes quick work of spreading lube over the condom, rubbing a little extra across Jean’s entrance just to make sure, before he closes the bottle and drops it to the side. Wiping his hands carelessly against the sheets, Eren shuffles closer and drags his palms slowly down the curve of Jean’s spine, moaning quietly at the way Jean arches into his touch. He braces one hand against the small of Jean’s back, the other wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, and as he lines himself up, he murmurs a soft reminder for Jean to breathe, to relax for him.

With as relaxed as Jean already is, and how thoroughly Eren had prepped him, Jean takes Eren easily, resting his cheek against Marco’s thigh and shivering at how nice it feels to be spread open on Eren’s cock again.

“Ah, fuck, Jean,” Eren sighs raggedly, his hands coming to rest on Jean’s hips, his grip serving to keep them both anchored. He presses his cock into his boyfriend with a few slow, easy thrusts, his eyes sliding shut at how good Jean feels around him, tight and hot and slick with lube, taking him so perfectly and already arching back for more. Jean whimpers at the feeling, his lips parted around panting breaths and shivery gasps, and when Marco’s fingers wind into his hair again and pet him soothingly, Jean brainlessly nuzzles his face against his boyfriend’s thigh, almost purring with how satisfied he is between Eren and Marco.

Once Eren’s bottomed out in Jean, his hips flush against his boyfriend’s soft ass, Eren lets his head fall back with a breathy moan, allowing himself and Jean both a moment to adjust.

“God, Jean, you feel amazing,” he whispers, his teeth catching his lip as he grinds forward. “Fuck, baby...”

All Jean has for him in response is a whimpering moan and a vague nod, leaning happily into Marco’s gentle petting. Marco chuckles softly at that, threading his fingers deeper into Jean’s tangled hair with a quiet, loving murmur.

Eren blinks down between them again, groaning at the way his hips look pressed against Jean, at how his cock looks buried so deep inside him. He squeezes Jean’s bony hips again, then lets his hands slide back onto his boyfriend’s ass, palming at soft, flushed skin and spreading him open slightly, allowing himself an even better view. Cursing under his breath, Eren drags the pad of his thumb over Jean’s stretched entrance, grinding his cock deeper again, at which Jean squirms and moans for him, a gorgeous shiver winding its way down his arched spine.

“Eren,” Jean mumbles insistently, squeezing tightly around Eren’s cock with another breathy, pleading sound. “Please, baby, I-I want you, please?”

With a deep moan, Eren bends forward over Jean and drags his teeth along the tense curve of his shoulder. “S-sorry, sorry,” he mumbles, his words muffled by smooth, sweat-slick skin. “Just looks so damn good, bein’ inside you.” Grinning widely, Eren nudges his nose behind Jean’s ear and whispers, “’S like you were made for takin’ me, so fucking perfect, you know that?”

“Mmph, fuck,” Jean replies eloquently, tilting his head back against Eren’s shoulder. He pants dazedly for a moment, his eyes shuttering closed as Eren nuzzles into him, his cock stuffed deep inside him and his hands moving to grip his narrow waist, holding onto him so firmly, so securely. Marco’s fingers keep combing through his hair too, his watchful, appreciative gaze warm on Jean’s skin.

Eren sighs against his neck then, playfully sinking his teeth into Jean’s shoulder for a moment before he sits up again, his hands still holding Jean in place by his waist. He spreads his knees slightly to give himself the leverage he needs, then takes a deep, steadying breath, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into Jean’s pale skin. When he pulls back slightly, drawing his cock out with a rough groan, Jean moans at the feeling, already trying to roll his hips back again. Licking his lips, Eren keeps Jean still, gently pressing him into the pillows under him with his hands as he rocks his hips forward again, thrusting his cock deep inside once more.

“Eren, Eren, god,” Jean keens, eagerly spreading his thighs wider and writhing in the sheets as Eren keeps that steady, merciful pace with his hips. It’s slow enough to be maddening already, especially with how firmly Eren’s holding him in place, his careful strength just barely teasing at the promise of more if he just behaves. Still, Jean can’t help but arch back to meet Eren’s thrusts, squeezing enticingly and breathing out quiet little sounds every time Eren fills him up.

His restlessness doesn’t escape Eren’s notice, of course, but Jean’s still so tight, clinging and tensing around his thick cock so much that he almost can’t move faster than he is. He hums and absently pets Jean’s waist, keeping his even rhythm as he starts pulling back further, thrusting in deeper, doing his best not to lose his mind entirely before Jean’s relaxed enough for him. “Feels so good, Jean,” he murmurs, squeezing his eyes closed with a shaky moan for just a moment as he grinds his cock into his boyfriend. “Relax for me, baby,” he soothes, leaning over Jean on one hand so he can press his lips to Jean’s ear again. “You feel amazing around me, love, a-always so good...”

With Eren’s quiet, heated voice rumbling into his ear, and Marco’s hands soothing him further, Jean closes his eyes again and takes a deep breath, focusing on how Eren feels moving into him, spreading him open on his cock. He whimpers at the feeling, but he lets his boyfriends coax him into relaxing, both of them murmuring honest praise as he lets his tension melt away again.

As Jean relaxes, the slide of Eren’s cock becomes easier, his thrusts growing longer and deeper now that Jean’s taking him so well. Eren moans Jean’s name and buries his cock deep, letting Jean wriggle back against him, his ass swaying slowly as the blonde whines his appreciation. Being spread open and filled up by Eren is amazing, especially after so long without the feeling, having been so enthusiastically focused recently on making sure Eren’s consistently buried under a mountain of boundless affection.

While Eren doubtlessly appreciates his boyfriends’ attention, being allowed to take care of them in return is a luxury in and of itself, and seeing Jean so pliant under him sends a thrill of sparks all through Eren’s body.

Groaning roughly, Eren drops his mouth to Jean’s neck, lovingly nudging his head aside to make room, and as he sinks his teeth into flushed skin, dragging his tongue through the light salt of Jean’s sweat, Eren moans and starts thrusting again, picking up his pace slightly as he works a dark hickey into Jean’s neck.

Between the sharp, wonderful sting of Eren’s teeth and mouth and the rhythm of his hips as he fills Jean up with his cock, Jean’s left trembling beneath him, breathy moans slipping freely between his parted lips. He hears Marco moan at the sight they must make, the sound quiet and shaky, so he blinks up at him and murmurs his name, then reaches up and pulls Marco’s hand off his head, down to his lips.

He presses a few light, brainless kisses to Marco’s palm, whispering his name again. When Marco moves his hand to tilt Jean’s chin up, he allows it, looking up at him somewhat blearily. Marco licks his lips and sighs roughly, dragging his thumb over Jean’s lips again, before he asks, “Feel good, baby?”

Jean’s eyes shutter closed as he nods. “Y-yes, yes...”

“Missed Eren inside you?”

His breath hitching audibly, Jean nods again, and as Marco purrs approvingly, Eren moans against Jean’s throat, his hips grinding forward harder and coaxing another shivery whimper out of Jean.

Eren pulls off the new bruise with a hum, dragging his tongue soothingly over his mark a few times to ease the sting. It’s higher up than he usually leaves them, clearly visible above the collars of his shirts, but Jean has a few days off and he’s been more than enthusiastic about bearing Eren’s marks recently anyway.

“Fuck, Jean,” Eren breathes, the hand still gripping Jean’s waist sliding instead to press against the small of his back. “You’re so good, baby, so good for us... wanna mark you up all over, cover your pretty skin in hickeys.” Jean shivers at the idea, budging his head against Eren’s with a pleading whine. Eren nuzzles him affectionately, giving him what he wants without hesitation, then whispers, “Get Marco to help too, love the marks he leaves on you, love watching him bite you...” Flicking his gaze up to Marco’s, Eren catches his eye and grins breathlessly, then murmurs, “How’s that sound, baby? Mark you up so everyone knows who’s takin’ care of you? Who’s makin’ you feel good?”

As Jean’s nodding restlessly, still seeking Eren’s loving attention, Marco moans quietly and squeezes his own cock, biting his lip around a pleased smile. He drags his knuckles down Eren’s flushed cheek, entranced by the way his boyfriends look wound together in front of him like this, then sighs, “As long as we can return the favor.”

Licking his lips and chuckling warmly, Eren nods, turning to brush his lips against Marco’s wrist, then his palm, silently promising to give him the chance later.

For now, Eren grins up at Marco again, then ducks to press a hot, wet kiss to Jean’s pulse, groaning at the way the blonde tilts his head aside so easily for him. He pulls back then, though, and sits up again, bracing both of his hands on the small of Jean’s back to keep him still as he rolls his hips into him, thrusting into him in long, even strokes.

Jean drops his forehead against Marco’s thigh and pants at the feeling, at how easily Eren holds him down, heat curling and tightening between his hips, leaving him craving more. He whimpers his boyfriend’s name, arching and spreading his thighs wider as best he can, wordlessly pleading with him. Eren moans softly at that, his grip letting up enough to let Jean thrust back against him a few times, his hips perfectly in sync with Eren’s. “Fuck, Jean,” Eren groans, palming at Jean’s ass again. “Want more, baby?”

“Yeah,” Jean immediately gasps, squeezing eagerly around Eren’s cock. “Yeah, yeah, c’mon—”

Humming soothingly, Eren slides his hands back to the curve of Jean’s spine, leaning enough of his weight there that Jean stills his squirming, so easily obeying Eren’s silent request. Jean’s own hands move to grip Marco’s hips, pressing his thumbs into the soft flesh over his hipbones and squeezing gently. He blinks up at Marco, catching his boyfriend’s encouraging smile, but before he can move closer to him or mumble his name, Eren’s shifting closer behind him, and then he starts thrusting harder, quicker into him.

Jean whimpers loudly and squeezes his eyes shut, gasping his boyfriends’ names between wavering, breathless moans. Eren’s leaning further over him now, fucking into him at a much nicer angle, sending sparks all across Jean’s blurred vision. He holds Jean down so easily, his hips slapping quietly against his ass, and Jean’s just about to beg for more already when Eren groans mutely, then pulls one of his hands away from Jean’s back, and he barely hesitates before he brings that palm down quickly against Jean’s ass.

The smack doesn’t even sting, more of a sharp sound than anything else, but Jean still freezes under him for half a second before he melts with a loud, needy cry of Eren’s name, his hips rocking insistently.

Eren knows full well how much Jean likes that sort of thing, but even until now, he’s never done it himself. It’s always been him loudly appreciating the way Marco’s flushed handprint looks on Jean’s pale ass. Jean’s never pressed him for it, either, always content enough with the rough way Eren’s hips move against him. Still, having his ass slapped is a thing for Jean, and having Eren actually indulge in it drives Jean crazier than he could’ve anticipated.

“F-fuck, Eren,” Jean moans, his thighs tensing and shaking, arching back for more as much as Eren’s grip will allow. “F-feels good, baby, s-so good, ‘s good—”

“G-god, Jean,” Eren gasps in response, roughly squeezing Jean’s ass as he bucks his hips into him, duly encouraged by Jean’s reaction. Above them, Marco’s squeezing the base of his cock and sucking on his lips, his hips rocking up into nothing, clearly just as affected by Eren’s boldness as his boyfriends. With a shaky moan, Eren gives Jean’s ass another quick slap, this one just hard enough to earn him a choked, noisy whine, before he braces his hand against Jean’s hip and puts more of his weight into fucking him.

Jean’s already gasping for more, harder, please, his nails digging slightly into Marco’s soft hips, so when Eren shifts his knees apart and adjusts his angle, driving his cock down into Jean perfectly, all Jean can do is cry out for him, sobbing his name pleadingly. Eren feels amazing like this, so hard and heavy inside of him, and at this angle, every one of Eren’s pounding thrusts slides the thick head of his cock hard along Jean’s sweet spot, leaving him absolutely ablaze with need.

“B-baby, fuck, right there,” Jean keens breathlessly, his brow furrowed with pleasure, eyes shut tight. “Fuck me right there, Eren, please—”

Eren moans helplessly at that, his head falling forward for a moment as his vision spins slightly, overwhelmed by how incredible Jean feels right now, squeezing and trembling around him. He shakes it off, though, and focuses again on wringing more of those beautiful sounds out of his boyfriend, on making a sweet little wreck of him.

When Marco gives himself a few quick strokes, breathing a low moan in appreciation of the incredible view he has of Eren rutting into Jean, the quiet, wet sound of his fingers sliding through his dripping precome inexplicably catches the blonde’s attention, dark eyes fluttering open and struggling to focus on Marco’s cock just a few inches from his face. Jean bites his lip and whines at the sight, then wriggles back up onto his elbows, his gaze intent on his boyfriend’s flushed arousal.

Jean reaches out and tugs Marco’s hand away from himself, then curls his own fingers around the thick base of his cock, angling him down enough that he can reach him. Humming raggedly, Jean presses a messy kiss to the slick head of Marco’s cock, his lips sliding easily along soaked flesh. As he drags the tip of his clever tongue along the folds of his foreskin, Marco moans breathlessly and slides his trembling fingers around the back of Jean’s head, his eyes rolling closed at the feeling.

Delicately wrapping his hands around Marco, Jean tilts his head and mouths sloppily down the sensitive underside, lovingly planting hot kisses along his length between cracked, pretty moans. Marco shivers at that, spreading his thighs wider and murmuring something vaguely encouraging, before he flicks his gaze up to Eren and finds those intense, lust-dark eyes already locked on him. He flushes dark, obviously flustered by his boyfriend’s staring, and Eren bites his lip around a crooked grin.

As much as Marco really does love watching them, and as much as Eren loves putting on a show for him, Eren’s always been a big fan of audience participation.

Mercifully, Eren slows down just enough to let Jean spoil their boyfriend, still making sure to rub the head of his cock all along Jean’s sweet spot, just to keep him on his toes. Jean’s tensing around him, his shaky sounds muffled against Marco’s cock, so Eren lets up with his hands for the moment and slides his palms up Jean’s arched back, along his bony shoulders, petting him lovingly as he thrusts into him.

While he can still think straight, Jean drags the pierced flat of his tongue back up Marco’s soaked length, then eagerly wraps his lips around the head, moaning at the taste and feel of Marco’s achingly hard cock sliding into his mouth. Marco’s vision blurs for a second, the wet, giving heat of Jean’s mouth almost too much after so long without being touched, before he buries his fingers in Jean’s hair and tugs gently, appreciatively.

Chuckling warmly at the sight, Eren leans forward onto his hands and licks his lips enticingly, then whispers, “C’mere.”

Marco nods vaguely, curling over Jean’s head enough to catch Eren’s lips in a slow, teasing kiss, whining at the way Eren licks into him so easily, so confidently. He pulls away too soon for his liking, but the space gives Jean room to start bobbing his head in earnest, noisily sucking and licking and stroking with no concern for the saliva and precome slicking his fingers, his lips, his chin, eagerly and messily worshiping Marco’s cock.

“Ah, fuck, Jean—” Marco gasps, his hips rocking up into Jean’s uneven rhythm. He slouches down slightly, then pushes the blonde’s bangs back off his face so he can see more easily, whimpering when Jean blinks up at him, his eyes so dark and his face flushed so pretty.

He’d almost swear that the corners of Jean’s swollen lips curl up slightly, even where they’re stretched around Marco’s cock, before Jean hums around him, then sucks him deeper, working his way down until he’s got his amazing mouth wrapped around every inch of his boyfriend. Jean swallows then, nearly gagging for a moment before he gets it under control and swallows again, his throat tightening perfectly around the sensitive head of Marco’s cock.

Marco lets his head fall back against the headboard with a loud thud, his wavering moan still louder, before he twitches his hips up and blinks at Eren again, watching the brunette’s teeth dig into his lip. Between them, Jean pulls back to suck in a deep, shaky breath, then goes back to bobbing his head languidly over Marco’s cock, gentle fingers stroking what doesn’t fit quite so easily between his lips.

With Eren still petting him soothingly, still fucking him slowly and deeply to allow him room to focus, Jean’s free to move his hips, too, so he rocks back into Eren’s forgiving thrusts with muffled whines and beautiful, salacious little twists of his hips. He tightens around Eren as he does, earning himself low, growling moans, flustered sounds that match the way Eren’s hips buck forward into the perfect, inviting heat wrapped around his cock. Eren lets his eyes slide closed as his head falls forward, chills racing across his warm skin at the way Jean writhes back against him, trying to take more of him even as Eren’s hips slap mutely against his ass.

“G-goddamn, Jean,” Eren gasps after a moment, leaning forward enough to rest his forehead on Jean’s shoulder, giving the blonde a deep, purposeful grind. “Tryin’ not to choke you here...”

In response, Jean just moans around his thick mouthful, his ass swaying temptingly. He hollows his cheeks around Marco, working his tongue against the underside of his cock as he slowly, messily pulls off, at which Marco can only tremble, shivering out a stuttering whine. Jean presses a heated moan and an open-mouthed kiss to the head before he purrs Eren’s name and leans up toward him, already tilting his head aside and offering his marked skin up for more.

He doesn’t have to tell Eren that he can handle choking. He already knows. Still, Eren rumbles and ducks to sink his teeth into the crook of Jean’s shoulder again, rocking his hips quickly as he works another mark into his boyfriend’s flushed skin. Moaning raggedly, Jean licks his wet lips and lets his eyes shutter closed at the feeling, both hands stroking Marco’s soaked arousal, his wrists twisting gently around the head just to hear the way Marco’s breath catches.

“C-c’mon,” Jean gasps, whining softly as Eren bites him a little harder, thrusting his cock a little deeper. “C’mon, baby, w-want it so bad, please?”

Eren moans low in his throat at the plea, huffing and squeezing Jean’s sides, before he nods and presses a quick, wet kiss to the hickey he’d just raised. He roughly nuzzles Jean’s ear with another deep groan, then breathes, “Wanna come?”

“Yeah, y-yeah yeah,” Jean whimpers, “Wanna come on your cock, Eren, g-god, yeah.”

“Fuck,” Eren growls, his hips moving more insistently. “So good for me, baby. Wanna h-hear you when you come for me, yeah? Let me hear what sweet noises you make for me?”

Jean nods quickly, turning his head enough that Eren can catch his lips in a brief, deep kiss, just enough teeth and tongue to make him shake. Marco sighs softly at the sight, licking his lips and rocking his hips up into Jean’s hands, and he’s more than ready to be content with that when Jean turns back to him and easily swallows him down again, moaning around his mouthful as he closes his eyes and focuses again on sucking Marco’s cock. Marco shivers out a gasping moan at that, staring blearily as Jean’s lips move smoothly along his cock, before he glances up at Eren and watches him get settled over Jean again.

As Eren sits up straight, spreading his knees and wrapping his hands around Jean’s bony hips, he pauses long enough to flash Marco a flustered, crooked grin. Eren’s so worked up, so turned on by them and for them that his gaze sends a rush of heat all through Marco, and even as he buries his cock deep inside Jean and lets his lips part around a soft, purposeful moan, the fire in Eren’s eyes seems to promise, ‘I’m not done with you yet.’

Marco whimpers shakily, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches on Jean’s tongue. Eren’s grin widens, his eyes narrowing hungrily as he drags his gaze up and down Marco’s body, following the sloppy rhythm of Jean’s head for a moment longer.

Eren sighs then, squeezing Jean’s hips gently as he focuses on the blonde again, on the tight, perfect heat wrapped around him. He bites his lip and reaches forward to bury his fingers briefly in Jean’s hair, murmuring soft encouragement, before he drags his nails back down the length of Jean’s spine, which earns him a squeaky, muffled moan and an insistent wiggle of Jean’s ass.

Bracing his hands on Jean’s hips, Eren starts thrusting in earnest again, quickly working back up to his rough, pounding pace from before, his strong grip now pulling Jean back onto his cock with every snap of his hips. He moans breathlessly at the way Jean feels around him, his gaze locked on how his cock looks moving into his boyfriend’s tight ass, spreading him open with every deep thrust.

Beneath him, Jean’s melting and writhing under Eren’s attention, his noisy cries nearly stifled by Marco’s cock. He buries his nose in the soft, dark curls at the base and swallows, tight and wet and messy, and Marco’s hands fist firmly in his hair, which only serves to drive Jean crazier.

Pulling off Marco quickly, Jean tilts his head back and sobs Eren’s name, brainlessly pleading for more, deeper, anything. His cock’s aching, throbbing where it’s still stuck under his stomach, sliding in the mess he’s made of the fabric. It’s not enough, just barely not enough, so Jean bites his lip and whines as Eren fucks him harder, as Marco soothes his fingers through his hair and murmurs something about how well he’s doing.

“E-Eren, Eren,” Jean whimpers loudly, his thighs twitching and tensing. “P-please, baby, I—ah—”

“Fuck, Jean,” Eren gasps above him, his fingers gripping Jean’s hips hard enough to leave white marks on his pale skin. Jean keens at that, quickly, unevenly stroking Marco’s cock in lieu of his mouth, and when Eren fucks him faster, pulling him back roughly, Jean’s eyes roll shut, his lips parted around noisy, desperate moans.

Even though Jean seems to have lost his words, too overwhelmed with pleasure to be coherent, he’s still squirming, still trying to get more, so Eren bites his lip and tries to focus on something other than how perfectly Jean opens up with every ramming thrust. Jean still needs, his back and his shoulders still tense, his hips rocking in time with Eren’s as much as his hands on him will allow. Eren groans softly, leaning over Jean on one hand, the other still gripping his hip, and the shift allows him to throw his weight into his thrusts, like he had earlier. Jean writhes under him and gasps out sweet little cries of his name, panting and moaning and sounding so perfect, like he’s falling apart on Eren’s cock.

Growling out another low moan, Eren makes good on his promise to fuck Jean through the pillows stacked under him, fueled by how loud Jean is now, how broken his voice is, how he barely even has the presence of mind to keep stroking Marco’s cock. Jean’s wavering, sobbing cries are almost good enough, almost perfect enough, and even though Eren can feel Jean’s orgasm building with how he’s tightening around him, he’s still sure that Jean needs something more.

He glances down and watches Jean’s hips move under him, only briefly hypnotized by how flawlessly the blonde’s ass bounces with every rough thrust before he realizes what it is Jean needs.

Without breaking his rhythm, Eren reaches down and yanks the pillows out from under him, leaving Jean’s tight stomach arched a few inches off the bed. He tosses them aside carelessly, then reaches back down and wraps his fingers around his boyfriend’s aching cock, and Jean’s voice trembles wildly as he throws his head back against Eren’s shoulder and desperately, loudly cries out for him.

It barely takes a few quick, sloppy strokes before Jean’s falling apart completely, shamelessly wailing his boyfriends’ names, his thighs shaking violently, his hands fisting hard in the sheets between Marco’s thighs. He can’t remember the last time he came this hard, his entire world narrowed down to how perfect Eren’s cock feels fucking the come out of him, how amazing Eren’s rough fingers feel stroking him through it, how fucking incredible Eren’s gasping moans sound being pressed against his ear. His hips jerk and twitch as Eren sends him yet higher, his body melting bonelessly against the bed, his come smearing all along his stomach, his chest, between Eren’s fingers, god knows where else.

Just as he hits his peak, still whimpering noisily, Jean feels Eren starting to slow down, starting to ease him off of it. He half-buries his face in the sheets as one hand flies back to grip Eren’s hip, squeezing insistently, and he tries his best to gasp, “D-don’t stop, don’t stop—”

Despite his words being panted out brokenly, lost in a shaky, overwhelmed mess of hitched, keening moans, Eren gets the picture. He moves his hand back to Jean’s hip, his fingers slippery with come, and as he speeds up again, he rests his forehead against Jean’s shoulder and squeezes his eyes shut.

He’d been so close when Jean came, so it doesn’t take much to get Eren there, right on the edge of coming, his breathy moans hot against Jean’s humid skin. He focuses on how Jean feels around him, how good he sounds under him, how loving Marco’s fingers feel now combing through his shaggy hair, and he’s so busy just trying to get there that he completely loses his filter.

Arching closer to moan Jean’s name against his ear again, just for the way it makes his boyfriend tighten around him with the sweetest little sounds, Eren melts against Jean’s back and just starts babbling.

“Fuck, fuck, J-Jean, b-baby—” he gasps, barely hearing himself, “You’re s-so good for me, s-so good, p-pretty boy—so tight, god, you’re so fucking tight, I wanna come inside you, Jean, fuck—” Eren moans at the words as he says them, but Jean squeezes him and cries out at them, rocking back into Eren’s sloppy thrusts and panting out his desperate, frantic approval. The tight knot in Eren’s gut snaps then, and he slams his cock deep with a loud, shaky whimper, yet more words slipping from his unguarded lips as he works himself through his orgasm.

His ears are ringing, his head a buzzing mess of good so good, so Eren doesn’t really register his hitching voice telling Jean all about how he wants to fill up his tight, perfect little ass with his come, nor about how he wants to watch it drip out of him, all his dirty little secret fantasies spilling out into the open. He definitely notices the way Jean’s squirming and whining under him, though, shaking for more of him and slurring out a breathless stream of “yesyesyesyes” with every word out of Eren’s mouth.

As he grinds his cock deep into his boyfriend, his lips pressed against the crook of Jean’s neck, Eren whimpers and gasps his name, his hips finally slowing to a halt even as his head’s still spinning from the intensity of his orgasm. Marco’s still petting him, gentle fingers soothing him further, so it takes a good long minute even after he’s come down out of the clouds for Eren to realize what had happened.

Once reality hits, Eren bolts upright, his eyes widening in horror as Jean peers back over his shoulder with a sharp, teasing grin. Eren flicks his gaze up to Marco’s then, sucking nervously on his lips, and even though Marco’s wide, warm smile is much less teasing than Jean’s, Eren’s still pretty sure he can feel his soul evacuating his body.

Groaning weakly, Eren carefully pulls out of Jean so he can flop back on the bed, immediately slinging his arms across his face, cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment.

He feels the bed shift as Jean sits up and grabs the shirt from earlier, most likely with Marco’s help, and they must be having some kind of telepathic conversation because after a brief silence, he hears Marco chuckle warmly. The sound would normally soothe Eren, but now it just kind of makes his humiliation worse, so he whines and tries to roll off the bed and into oblivion.

“Where’re you going?” Jean asks, his voice shaking with badly-contained laughter as he pushes Eren onto his back again and easily straddles his stomach. “Why do you look like you’re dying inside?”

“Ohmygodjustletmedie,” Eren croaks, kicking his feet slightly. If he really tried, he could probably escape Jean’s clutches, but he’s still trying to catch his breath.

Before he can put much more thought into it, he feels Marco kneel between his thighs, his hands resting gently, soothingly on his hips. No way he can escape both of them. Eren huffs and buries his face further into his elbows, entirely sure that his face is about to catch fire.

“Eren,” Marco laughs softly, “You really don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“What’s there to even be embarrassed about?” Jean says. “I mean, clearly I liked the idea.”

Eren groans piteously at that, but he lets Marco’s warm hands coax him into wrapping his legs around his waist anyway. Jean’s bony ass shifts enough to let Eren get comfortable, but he stays perched on his boyfriend’s stomach once he’s settled, his fingers playing lightly through the thick line of hair trailing down Eren’s abdomen.

Puffing out a disturbed sigh, Eren takes a deep, steadying breath before he mumbles, “Not exactly the way I was hoping to bring it up.”

Jean leans over him on his hands, his grin still evident in his voice, and says, “But you were gonna bring it up, right?”

“... Eventually.”

And he totally was thinking about maybe bringing it up. Someday. In the future.

He knows full well that Jean and Marco were fluid-bonded in the pre-Eren days, having heard several fantastic tales about it. He also knows that he’s wildly enthusiastic about the idea, given the amount of times he’s found himself lost in messy daydreams wherein condoms aren’t a thing. Still, he’s waffled about bringing it up previously, for whatever reason.

Before Eren can get too lost in embarrassed thought, Jean settles himself comfortably on his chest, laughing softly as he nudges his nose against Eren’s elbows. Jean hasn’t fully recovered yet either, it seems; he’s still so warm, his heart still tapping a quick beat against his bony ribs. Eren peeks out at him from under his arms, eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he lets Jean push his arms off his face altogether, his hands falling limply to the sheets above him. With a satisfied hum, Jean ducks and catches Eren’s lips, drawing him into a hot, languid kiss that leaves all his briefly-held tension melting out of him.

Eren’s eyes flutter closed as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, eagerly tangling his tongue with Jean’s as the blonde cradles his jaw in his hands, his thumbs dragging lazily over his cheeks. Above them, Eren vaguely hears Marco groan softly, his grip shifting to the tops of Eren’s thighs and squeezing gently.

Jean hums against him after a moment, pulling back to brush his lips against Eren’s once more before he drags light, sweet kisses across his cheek, affectionately nuzzling into his ear. He breathes a warm sigh over the angle of Eren’s jaw, then rocks his hips against the brunette’s stomach, his thighs spreading wider, and the view must be spectacular, because Marco’s breath hitches audibly and his hands twitch. Eren blinks up at him, biting his lip at the unabashed heat in his dark eyes, at the flustered, crooked smile Marco gives him in return.

“We are definitely, definitely having this conversation,” Jean purrs into Eren’s ear, his breathy voice both amused and aroused, “But I think Marco’s gonna explode soon, so we should take care of him first, hm?”

Neither confirming nor denying Jean’s assessment, Marco has the good grace to suck sheepishly on his lips, twiddling his thumbs across Eren’s humid skin as he watches Jean’s grinning lips brush along the line of Eren’s jaw. Eren laughs softly, but he murmurs his agreement, grateful at least for the brief respite. After sparing Marco a quick, lingering glance, Eren turns and kisses Jean again, leaning into him for just a moment longer before he eases the blonde off to the side.

His tongue pokes out as he reaches down and carefully pulls his condom off, and once he’s tied it off, he lets Jean trade it for the wrinkled mess that could conceivably be a shirt, quickly wiping himself down with it before he chucks it off the edge of the bed.

Shifting onto his knees, Eren gives Marco a wide grin and presses gently on his shoulders, guiding him back into his position against the headboard and straddling him easily, just as he had earlier in the bath. Marco shivers, pulling Eren’s hips flush against his, and he can’t really help the hitched, whimpering sound he lets out when his cock rubs up against the soft join of Eren’s thigh.

Eren sighs and wraps his arms around Marco’s neck, pressing his warm body against his boyfriend’s, the lazy contact at once soothing and promising. He nudges their noses together, then murmurs, “Sorry to make you wait, sweetheart.”

With another little shudder, Marco shakes his head, and he sounds very much out of breath when he replies, “God, don’t be. You have no idea how hot that was from up here...” Wrapping his arms around Eren’s waist, Marco tilts his head and brushes a sweet, lingering kiss to Eren’s lips, his eyes sliding closed as he relaxes into his boyfriend’s warmth.

Gently nudging Marco’s head aside, Eren leans in and drags his tongue up his ear, sucking on his earlobe before breathing, “Let me make it up to you anyway.”

“F-fuck, Eren,” Marco mumbles vaguely, his hands twitching on Eren’s skin.

Eren pulls back and trails his knuckles down Marco’s cheek, licking his lips and smiling at the dazed heat in his boyfriend’s eyes. “What d’you want?”

Before Marco can even try to think of something coherent, Jean comes to kneel behind Eren, resting his chin on his shoulder with a rather distracting grin. His hands slip lazily up and down Eren’s stomach, his light touches meant to tease Marco more than Eren. He’s entirely successful, of course; Marco’s brain shorts out somewhat as he stares at Jean’s pale fingers where they’re spread over Eren’s soft, dark skin, leaving him once more speechless.

Marco’s brainlessness is nothing short of fascinating to Jean. If Jean were the one posing that question, sitting in his lap flushed so pretty, Marco would probably already be fucking him through the bed, whimpering his name and sinking his teeth into his neck and bending him in half to get closer. At least, that’s usually what the glaze over Marco’s eyes means, especially with how incredibly hard he is, and how long he’s been so turned on.

When it’s Eren, though, Marco’s brain just kind of crashes, even with as riled up as he is right now. It’s not hesitance or restraint, either, not anymore. No, this is just Eren’s particular brand of hotness rendering Marco genuinely speechless, smoke pouring out of his ears and everything.

Jean loves it.

His grin widening, Jean leans into Eren’s ear with a warm, playful laugh, nibbling at the sensitive skin just below it as he trails his hands back up the brunette’s chest. He slides the tips of his fingers over Eren’s pierced nipples, then squeezes gently, teasing and toying with them until Eren tilts his head back against Jean’s shoulder with a low, shivering moan. Marco watches them helplessly, his cock twitching and dripping slick precome on Eren’s dark thigh.

Since Jean doesn’t want Marco to have an actual stroke, he decides to help him find his words. Dragging warm, wet kisses down Eren’s neck, Jean peers up at Marco through his eyelashes and smiles crookedly, dropping one hand to curve over Eren’s still-soft cock.

He keeps his touch light, knowing that it usually takes Eren much longer to recover before he can get hard again, but when Eren sighs agreeably and presses up into his palm, Jean hums in response and curls his fingers around him with a gentle squeeze. He turns and nuzzles Eren lovingly, his free hand slipping around the brunette’s strong waist, then chuckles, “I think you broke him.”

Eren snorts at that, leaning back against Jean’s chest with a soft hum. “Don’t try to put all the blame on me, you had a hand in this too.”

“H-hey,” Marco protests feebly, his shaky hands curling around Eren’s hips. He can’t seem to think of much to say beyond that, though, which just proves his boyfriends’ point.

Jean snickers teasingly, then gives Eren’s cock a loose stroke, trying to coax him back to life. Eren pushes down the urge to wriggle and relaxes into the touch instead, idly lacing his fingers over the nape of Marco’s neck.

“That too much?” Jean asks quietly, glancing down as he slides his hand up his cock again. When Eren shakes his head, spreading his thighs and rocking his hips up, Jean hums and looks at Marco, grinning at the way he’s still watching brainlessly. He presses his lips to Eren’s ear again and murmurs, “You know what Marco’s favorite thing ever is?”

Grinning widely, Eren nods and turns to catch his eye, and the confidence to his (mostly correct) answer makes Jean’s heart flutter in his chest. “You riding him.”

“And you, too,” Jean replies quickly, just as Marco opens his mouth to say the same. They glance over at him, and when all he can manage is a sheepish nod, Eren flushes and squirms slightly, his cock twitching in Jean’s hand. Jean purrs at that, squeezing him gently, before he shifts to rub the pad of his finger against the sensitive spot just below the head of Eren’s cock, playing with the subtle folds of his foreskin as he does.

Eren shivers out a quiet moan and rocks into Jean’s hand, absolutely letting the blonde get a rise out of him. He blinks up at Marco, who’s smiling and watching patiently, then leans forward and catches his lips in a warm, lazy kiss. Marco breathes a shaky sigh and deepens the kiss easily, threading one hand into Eren’s hair to pull him closer as he slips his tongue between his lips. As Eren melts against him, letting Marco kiss him eagerly, he reaches down and slides his fingers over the slick head of Marco’s cock, which earns him a rough, hitched moan.

Before he can touch him more, Marco gently pulls Eren’s fingers away, lacing them with his own instead. He swallows heavily, then mumbles, “S-sorry, ‘s just—a-a little too much right now.”

“Oh.” Eren blinks down between them, then grins and squeezes Marco’s fingers reassuringly. Instead, he leans in and nibbles at Marco’s lower lip, his cock already half hard in Jean’s hand, before he asks, “You want me to ride you, sweetheart?”

Marco’s eyes roll closed at that, a brainless groan slipping from his flushed lips, and he rocks his hips up against Eren for a second while he gathers the brains to come up with a reply. “Y-yes, yes,” he gasps, burying his face in the crook of Eren’s neck. “Yes, p-please.”

Jean hums warmly, brushing a few encouraging kisses into Marco’s disheveled hair before he grabs the lube he’d set nearby and deftly flicks the cap open with his thumb. He pulls his hand away from Eren’s cock, slicking his fingers liberally, and once he’s closed the lube and dropped it again, he pulls Eren back into his chest and reaches past his cock, down between his thighs. He’d mostly just been interested in seeing if he could reach from this angle, but when Eren shifts up and helpfully tilts his hips forward, Jean discovers that not only can he reach, the view is also awesome.

As he slides the tips of his fingers over Eren’s entrance, spreading lube around and coaxing him into relaxing, Jean moans softly and drags a few languid kisses over his shoulder, more grateful than usual for how short his boyfriend is. Eren shivers, taking a deep, steadying breath before he reaches down and takes over stroking himself. He doubts he actually needs to, though; between Jean’s fingers rubbing deep between his thighs and the way Marco’s hiding his whimpering moans in the hollow of Eren’s collarbone, he’s entirely sure his cock would be achingly hard anyway.

While Marco’s mouthing wetly up the side of Eren’s neck, Jean lifts his lips back to Eren’s ear and hums, “Ready?”

“Yeah, c’mon,” Eren huffs, his eyes fluttering shut as Marco latches onto his pulse, sucking and licking and biting gently, marking him up just as he’d been promised. Eren moans shakily, his free hand squeezing Marco’s waist. Duly encouraged, Jean nudges his nose behind Eren’s ear and whispers for him to breathe, the same way Eren had earlier.

Over the last few months, and the last month especially, Eren’s had plenty of practice letting his boyfriends make a boneless mess of him. Jean knows exactly how to touch him to get him to fall apart, too, and how to work any lingering tension out of him, so it takes barely any time at all before he’s steadily slipping two fingers up into his boyfriend, holding him close while Eren shakes and pants for them. Marco leans up with a shivering moan, kissing Eren deeply and absently petting his sides, and when Eren wraps his arms around Marco’s neck and whimpers against his lips, Marco rumbles heated praise in return, then reaches down and wraps one hand around Eren’s flushed arousal.

Stroking languidly, Marco pulls back to watch Eren shiver at his touch, his hips rocking between his boyfriends’ hands as he pants quietly. He watches Jean’s hand move between Eren’s thighs, the slick sound of his fingers thrusting into him more than a little tantalizing. When Jean presses deeper and curls his fingers toward Eren’s stomach, he has to angle his wrist sharply to reach his sweet spot, but it’s worth it for the squeaky, breathy moan Eren can’t bite down in time, and for the way he arches his hips for more, his head falling back on Jean’s shoulder.

Jean hums raggedly, then focuses again on working Eren open for Marco’s cock, leaving the privilege of coaxing more sweet, broken moans out of him to Marco. Instead, he gently eases a third finger into him, whispering soothingly into his ear and holding him closer.

Soon enough, Eren’s gasping, “’M good, c’mon, I’m good,” his thighs shaking already as he grinds down onto Jean’s fingers. Just to be sure, Jean buries his fingers as deeply as he can and spreads them gently, teasingly curling them against his prostate once more with a grin before he slides them out altogether.

Marco takes the opportunity to hold Eren tightly to his chest and kiss him again, moaning against his lips when Eren leans into him and eagerly tangles their tongues, threading his fingers into Marco’s hair.

Ignoring his own arousal for the moment, Jean crawls back over to the nightstand and digs out another condom. He hears Eren whisper something he can’t quite make out, but whatever it is earns him a wavering, brainless moan from Marco. When he turns to glance at them, he sees Marco nodding and leaning into him, hands gripping his hips tight. Eren’s grinning against him, looking rather pleased with himself even as he flicks his tongue along the part of Marco’s lips.

Jean kneels beside them again, one eyebrow quirked curiously as he slides the condom under Marco’s fingers. “What’re you scheming?”

“Not scheming,” Eren replies simply, licking his lips and crawling out of Marco’s lap. “Just experimenting.”

Marco whimpers morosely at the loss of Eren’s warmth, but he recovers quickly enough to shift his attention to opening the condom and rolling it on. As he slicks the condom with lube, he scoots down the bed some more and spreads his thighs slightly, presumably to give Eren more room to move in his lap. Once he’s done, he reaches for his boyfriend and paws insistently at his hips.

It’s kind of a shock that Marco’s still even conscious at this point, with as long as he’s waited for his turn. Jean almost feels bad, knowing Marco must be tense and aching, but once Eren moves close enough for him to hold again, Marco shivers out a relieved sigh and relaxes back against the headboard, looking generally at peace with the world. It must be that Eren magic at work again, warm and soothing as he buries his face in Marco’s hair and murmurs grateful praise to him. Jean sighs dreamily and leans against the headboard beside them, more than happy to watch Eren shower Marco in loving affection for the moment.

When Eren sits up on his knees, Jean expects him to climb right into Marco’s lap again, so when he turns around instead and straddles him backwards, throwing Jean a crooked grin as he does, all Jean can do is stare at him. Marco rolls with it, though, humming low in his throat and squeezing Eren’s ass firmly before dropping one hand to the base of his cock, holding it steady. He slides his other hand up to Eren’s hip, tugging gently to let him know he’s ready. Trusting Marco to keep his aim, Eren sticks his tongue out a little and focuses on what he’s doing, one hand braced in the sheets between Marco’s thighs for balance, the other resting on Marco’s hand on his hip.

He sinks down slowly, his own spread thighs already starting to tremble at the feeling, and once the slide becomes slightly easier, as the thick head of Marco’s cock slips inside him, the concentration on Eren’s face clears into sweet bliss, his eyelids fluttering closed as his head falls forward.

Marco bites his lip and whines, his bleary gaze lingering on where Eren’s rocking his hips back for more with short, careful thrusts, his toes curling at how nice Eren feels around him. He lets Eren set his own pace for now, letting him take things nice and slow while he adjusts, half for Eren’s sake and half for his own.

After so long without being touched, having Eren wrapped so tightly around him is almost too much for Marco to handle, too much sweet sensation for his brain to process. Once Eren settles into his lap, a gorgeous shiver running up his spine and tumbling out of his mouth as a satisfied moan, Marco reaches forward to slide his arms around Eren’s waist, scooping his tiny boyfriend back against his chest with a hitched sigh. He buries his face in the crook of his neck, cradling Eren as close as he can get him, and the way his cock shifts and rubs inside him earns him another shaky gasp as Eren leans his head back against Marco’s shoulder.

“Ah, M-Marco,” Eren sighs, reaching up and tangling his hand in Marco’s hair so he can tug him into a warm, lazy kiss. He melts back into Marco’s embrace, letting his boyfriend cling to him as much as he needs to, and as Marco kisses him deeply and presses up into him, Eren shifts his hips to accommodate him.

While they’re kissing, adjusting and relaxing into each other, Jean moans softly and crawls over to kneel between Marco’s knees. He takes in the incredible view he’s being offered for a long moment, then reaches out and drags his palms up Eren’s thighs, at which the brunette shivers and moans into Marco’s kisses, his hips arching forward into the touch.

Pulling back with a gentle nibble, Eren turns to look at Jean, giving him a flushed, crooked grin before he murmurs, “Like what you see?”

Jean groans quietly and nods. “Hell yeah, I do.” He sighs and leans forward to catch Eren’s lips too, pressing against him as Eren threads his fingers into messy blonde hair, tugging him into a languid, bitey kiss. Marco moans at that, sliding one hand around to the small of Jean’s back and petting him absently as he watches them kiss.

Unable to sit still any longer, Marco rolls his hips up into Eren gently, just enough movement to keep him from going crazy while Eren gets used to having his cock buried deep inside him. Eren, however, is more than ready for him, based on the way he shivers and moans for him, then presses back onto him, easily picking up Marco’s uneven rhythm and making it something much more enjoyable for the both of them.

With Marco’s and Jean’s hands on him to keep him balanced, Eren braces his knees in the sheets and rocks his hips forward, pulling off just a few inches and humming breathlessly at the way Marco’s thick, heavy cock drags inside of him. The tip of his own arousal brushes against Jean’s bony hip, leaving a wet streak across pale skin, before he presses back onto Marco with a shaky gasp, warmth spreading all through him at the helpless sound his boyfriend makes, at the way Marco rocks up into him so smoothly, just enough to bury himself deep.

Eren keeps this easy rhythm for now, his eyes closed again, lips parted around sweet, quiet little moans, and Marco gladly lets him take the lead, pressing his own brainless sounds against the warm skin of Eren’s neck between messy kisses and gentle bites.

Jean leans back enough to take them in again, his dark eyes scanning over every part of them both as if committing the sight to memory. He squeezes the tops of Eren’s thighs, his hands shaking slightly, then drags his fingers slowly up his boyfriend’s hips, then up his sides, absolutely entranced by the stark, perfect contrast of their skin, and the way Eren’s strong muscles tense and flex with every short thrust.

“Fuck, Eren,” he murmurs breathlessly, moving to trail one hand down the line of Eren’s abdomen, the tips of his fingers brushing over soft, dark curls. Eren arches into his touch eagerly, his hips stuttering for just a moment when Jean’s knuckles brush past his straining arousal. Jean licks his lips at that, then rests his other hand on Eren’s cheek, drawing his thumb over his boyfriend’s flushed cheekbone as he sighs, “You look so good like this, baby.”

Biting his lip lightly, Eren blinks up at him, his intense eyes dark, hazy with want. Marco rumbles his agreement into his ear and squeezes him gently, before he starts pressing his hips up more firmly into Eren’s even rhythm, pulling back with each thrust as much as his position will allow him.

With the angle of his hips and the way he’s bent back against Marco’s chest, every thrust drags the curve of Marco’s cock all along Eren’s sweet spot so wonderfully, and that feeling only grows more intense the more he relaxes between his boyfriends. He tilts his head back and moans quietly, shivering as Marco rides up into him, giving him more of that feeling, of the warmth flooding his body with every shaking thrust. He reaches up and grabs Jean’s wrist, holding him still as he turns his head and presses warm, lazy kisses into the blonde’s palm. Jean groans softly, then grabs Eren’s chin and turns him forward again so he can kiss him brainless.

While he’s distracted, Marco takes the opportunity to suck another dark hickey into Eren’s neck, making sure to leave it where it’ll be easily visible. Eren moans into Jean’s mouth, squeezing enticingly around Marco’s cock before he starts moving more insistently, his hips rocking and swaying for more already.

Resting his hands on Eren’s hips, Marco braces his heels in the sheets and starts thrusting into him more, gently using his grip to pull Eren back onto his cock. He guides Eren into a better, deeper rhythm, both of them moving together so perfectly, even as Eren melts back into his chest and whimpers his name in the brief space between his and Jean’s lips.

Jean hums warmly, leaning back so he can watch his boyfriends move together before he slowly drags his hands down Eren’s chest, licking his lips at the way Eren arches into his touch so pliantly. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jean mumbles quietly, almost as if he hadn’t expected the thought to leave his lips. He owns it, though, moving his wandering fingers to Eren’s nipples again as he says, “God, Eren, you’re incredible, you know that? So pretty when you feel good, baby, I love seeing you like this...”

“J-Jean, fuck,” Eren whines, his face flushing dark at Jean’s breathless praises. He’s too distracted to respond beyond that, between Marco’s cock filling him up so perfectly and Jean’s fingers gently toying with his nipples, so he just squeezes his eyes shut and gasps, moving to rest his shaky hands on Jean’s waist.

Leaning forward again, Jean nips gently at Eren’s lower lip, giving his nipples one last light pinch before he slides his hands up to Eren’s cheeks and kisses him again. It’s quick this time, just a soft, affectionate brush of their lips, Jean’s thumbs stroking his cheeks as he whispers, “I love you, Eren.”

No matter how much he hears it, how many times a day or how many different ways each of his boyfriends say it to him, Eren doubts he’ll ever get tired of hearing those words, nor of the sweet rush that always follows them. Now, while he’s cradled so safe and warm between Jean and Marco, their hands holding him so lovingly, so carefully, hearing those familiar words and tasting them on his lips and Jean’s leaves him shaking and gasping, pressing down hard on Marco’s cock and whimpering at the feeling. Marco moans for him in return, arching up into him, and just as he recovers and starts thrusting into Eren again, he murmurs the words too, his lips brushing the skin just below his ear so tenderly that all Eren can do is tremble.

“Ah, fuck,” Jean sighs, nuzzling Eren’s cheek, “You’re doing so well, love, making such pretty noises... feel good with Marco inside you, baby?” As Eren nods, his hands sliding around to Jean’s back to hold him closer, Jean hums and presses their chests together, dragging slow, hot kisses along Eren’s jaw until he’s close enough to brush his lips against Marco’s. He moans softly at the light taste of Eren’s skin on Marco’s lips, pulling him into a deeper kiss for a brief moment before he pulls away and focuses again on Eren.

Smiling crookedly, Jean nudges his nose against Eren’s and reaches down between them to wrap his fingers around Eren’s cock, flushed dark and soaked with precome, bobbing between them with every easy thrust. Eren’s brow furrows as he murmurs Jean’s name, and when Jean starts stroking him in time to Marco’s gentle rhythm, all Eren can do is cling to him and rock into his hand, gasping breathlessly.

He knows he’s tensing around Marco’s cock, but with how patient the brunette’s been, Eren had almost forgotten just how worked up Marco had been. Now, though, as he’s squeezing and pressing back harder into his boyfriend’s lap, Marco’s hands tighten on his hips, and he grinds his cock up hard with a brainless, urgent moan of Eren’s name. Eren arches back into him and whines, his thighs trembling violently.

“E-Eren, Eren,” Marco pants, burying his face in Eren’s hair with a hitched whimper, “Eren, baby, you feel s-so good, ah—” As Eren’s nodding vaguely, lost somewhere between Marco’s hands holding him down on his cock and Jean’s mouth on his throat, he shifts his weight and takes over again, picking up where Marco had left off with a wavering moan.

Marco rumbles tensely at the feeling, his shaky hands gripping Eren’s hips again, but when Jean reaches up and buries his free hand in Marco’s hair, scratching soothingly behind his ear, the brunette relaxes again, pressing another, softer moan into Eren’s hair as he loosens his grip and slides his palms up Eren’s sides.

He lets Eren ride him as he pleases, instead distracting himself with how smooth his boyfriend’s skin is, how nice he feels leaned back against his chest, how sweet his quiet little moans sound panted into the humid air around them. Moaning his name softly, Marco slips his palms down Eren’s stomach, flattening one hand just above the base of his cock as he gently rolls his hips up into Eren’s rhythm. Eren shivers, gasping for him so prettily as he grinds back against him, his arms now wrapped around Jean’s shoulders for support as the blonde strokes him and murmurs heated praises between lazy kisses.

Now that Eren’s shaking so much, twitching and tensing, his cock dripping precome over Jean’s knuckles, he finds it harder and harder to keep up his steady rhythm, finding himself more and more frequently writhing under his boyfriends’ attentive petting, craving more of them, more of whatever they want to give him. He swallows heavily, sinking down hard on Marco’s cock and tensing around him, then gasps out a breathless, “P-please...”

Jean purrs at the sound, nuzzling Eren lovingly and squeezing his cock before he replies, “Want more, baby?”

“Y-yeah, yeah,” Eren whines, scratching his short nails through Jean’s hair.

Words fail him before he can tell his boyfriends exactly what he wants, between the incredible feeling of Marco rubbing his cock firmly against his sweet spot and Jean pressing his thumb through the soaked slit of Eren’s cock, but they know by now exactly what Eren needs.

Jean grins widely and gives him a teasing, biting kiss before he starts mouthing down Eren’s throat, down his chest, still stroking him languidly. Marco curls his fingers under Eren’s chin and pulls him into a kiss as well, eagerly swallowing down Eren’s brainless little moans and whines as he settles back against him. He rests his hands on Eren’s hips and guides him up onto his knees more, murmuring soft encouragement as Eren shakes against him, before he spreads his thighs slightly and starts thrusting up into him.

With Marco taking such good care of him, all Eren can do is whimper for him, leaning his head back and breathing out sweet, hitching moans of his name. Marco kisses his cheek lovingly, using the space between their hips to slide his cock into Eren in long, firm thrusts, burying himself deep every time. Eren leans into him heavily, shaky little noises slipping between his lips with every thrust, letting Marco surround him entirely. He can’t quite forget Jean’s mouth, though, especially as the blonde drags his pierced tongue down his stomach, then along the curve of his hip.

Jean scoots back along the bed, both to give Marco room to move and so he’s not bent over quite so awkwardly when he rubs his cheek against Eren’s cock with a happy sigh. Eren twitches in his hand, his hips arching temptingly, so Jean chuckles warmly and turns to press hot, wet kisses up Eren’s soaked length, encouraged by the broken sound Eren makes as he does.

Eren shivers and moans as he buries his hands in Jean’s hair, only glancing down at him for a moment before he sinks back into Marco’s arms again and whimpers. Marco’s still nuzzling him gently as he drives him crazy with his cock, so Eren leans into the attention with a choked whine, clearly craving his boyfriend’s affection. Of course Marco’s glad to provide, whispering soothingly between kisses even as he picks up his pace, quickening his thrusts just to see how Eren trembles for him and Jean both.

Thankfully, Jean has mercy on Eren and skips his usual teasing, instead wrapping his lips around him and sucking him down smoothly, moaning at the taste of the precome flooding over his tongue. Eren bucks up against him and gasps his name, his fingers winding deeper into his hair, so Jean hums around him and bobs his head quicker, taking his cock deep with every pass. He twists his tongue against the underside, then sucks back to the head and teases the ball of his piercing against the slit, groaning softly when Eren sobs out a pretty, noisy moan and twitches in his mouth.

Eren squirms between his boyfriends, every part of him shaking and tensing as Marco fucks him harder, moaning his name for him and holding him close, as Jean sucks him down so perfectly, stroking his inner thighs as he does.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Eren leans his head back and cries out for them, his sweet noises coming louder and faster the closer he gets. His hips shifts unevenly in Marco’s grip, searching for more of their tender affection, and they adjust to him easily, moving in perfect time with each other and with him as they work him higher, and it’s too much for him to take.

He curls his fingers around the back of Jean’s head and weakly rocks his hips into the blonde’s mouth, gasping, “I-I—fuck, I’m gonna come, baby, p-please—” Humming warmly, Jean swallows him eagerly, his lips wrapped tightly around the base of Eren’s cock, and Eren makes the most incredible sound at that, shivering violently and throwing his head back as he tightens harder around Marco. “M-Marco, I—”

Marco moans for him as he grips his hips and snaps his cock up into him, his own orgasm building tight and hot in his gut. He pushes it down, though, and focuses on Eren instead, on the cracked, noisy moans spilling so easily from his lips. Nuzzling Eren’s cheek brainlessly, Marco breathes, “Ah, Eren... c-come for us, sweetheart, go on, wanna see how good you feel, please?”

Eren gives a gasping little cry at that, writhing desperately on Marco’s cock as he fucks up into him, as Jean sucks his cock and moans around him, and he’s right on the edge of coming, every muscle tensing and quaking, heat coiling almost painfully between his hips when Marco gasps, “E-Eren, Eren, please—oh, I love you, baby, love you so much, god—”

If Eren had any brains left to him, he might be embarrassed by the sound he lets out at that, a breathy, sobbing, half-formed cry of both his boyfriends’ names at once, loud enough to echo across the ceiling. He barely notices his volume, though, because he’s coming so hard that the world spins out from under him, his ears ringing with the thunder of his pounding pulse, his back arched tight and his chest heaving as he gasps for air between more noisy, pleading sounds.

As Eren’s shaking apart in his lap, Marco moans desperately and wraps his arms tightly around him, and all the tension and delay from before comes crashing down around him now. He’s entirely undone by the feeling of his boyfriend coming on his cock, slamming up into him and whimpering brokenly as he comes inside him, his face buried in the bend of Eren’s shoulder.

Once he’s swallowed all of Eren’s come, stroking him firmly to make sure he gets the last few weak spurts, Jean hollows his cheeks and pulls off his cock, earning himself a shaky whine for his efforts. Marco’s still rocking up into Eren, his brains apparently still lost in outer space, but Eren doesn’t seem to mind, based on the way he sinks back into Marco’s chest with a shivery little moan, eyes still shut tight. Jean huffs out a short laugh at that, then licks his lips and sighs as he rubs himself against the sheets under him, having sprawled out on his stomach again to reach Eren’s cock.

Seeing as Marco and Eren might both need a few minutes before they come back to earth, Jean leans his cheek atop Eren’s thigh and sets to taking care of himself. He shifts up onto his knees and reaches down to stroke his aching cock quickly, moaning at how hard he is, at how good it feels to thrust into his own grip. Eyes fluttering closed, Jean licks his lips and gasps, then absently rubs his face against Eren’s thigh, humming at the sweet warmth radiating from his dark skin.

As he’s jacking himself off, Jean squirms closer and nuzzles into Eren’s hip, sighing and gasping and arching his ass into the air. He hears Marco moan his name, still sounding so beautifully fucked out, right before shaky fingers wind into his hair. Just as he had earlier, Marco pets Jean soothingly, murmuring soft encouragement, so Jean whimpers and buries his face in the side of Eren’s hip, mouthing across sweat-slick skin as he strokes himself harder.

“F-fuck, Jean,” Eren murmurs quietly, sliding one trembling hand over Jean’s bony shoulder. Jean shivers and melts into Eren’s touch, his ass swaying behind him, and just as he starts to feel the pull of his orgasm, Eren leans over him and grips his ass with both hands, breathing a low moan and squeezing before he pulls one hand away briefly.

When Eren touches him again, he presses two spit-slick fingers against Jean’s entrance, at which Jean whines shakily, arching up further. Eren hums warmly, then sinks his fingers into Jean, still stretched from earlier and slick with lube. He grips Jean’s hip with one hand and fingers him as best he can from this angle, flicking his wrist quickly, and between his rough fingers and Marco’s hand in his hair, Jean’s quickly left whimpering and gasping against Eren’s hip, come spurting between his fingers and pooling on the sheets.

Burying his fingers deep, Eren murmurs soothingly and slides his other hand along the small of Jean’s back as the blonde strokes himself through his orgasm, panting against Eren’s hip as he does.

Eren mercifully pulls his fingers out of him again once Jean’s peaked out, instead sliding his palms back up to his shoulders, soothing one hand over the nape of Jean’s neck. After he’s taken a long minute to recover, Jean sits up and sighs shakily, then crawls back into Marco’s lap, where he collapses against Eren’s chest with a whuff.

“Hey, wait,” Eren mumbles, gently sitting Jean up straight again with a tired laugh. “My leg’s gonna fall off, let me—”

Using Jean’s shoulders as balance, Eren pulls off of Marco, wincing slightly as one of his hips pops loudly. Marco makes a soft, mournful sound at the loss, but he holds the condom in place until Eren’s all the way off him.

Rather than sit back in Marco’s lap, Eren flops forward onto Jean and knocks them both back along the bed in a tangle of legs, at which Jean squawks noisily. Eren, meanwhile, gives a loud, extremely satisfied sigh and settles himself comfortably on top of Jean, his cheek squished against the blonde’s bony chest. Marco laughs at that, then rolls away from them with a groan to get himself cleaned up.

Once the condom’s taken care of, he uses the thoroughly debauched shirt from earlier to wipe the most recent mess of Jean’s come off the sheets before Eren’s knee lands in it, crumpling it up with a shudder and dropping it into the hamper before he crawls back across the bed to his boyfriends.

Eren couldn’t look more pleased if he tried, even with half of his enormous smile smooshed against Jean’s chest. Jean’s lazily combing his fingers through Eren’s hair, his eyes blissfully closed. He blinks up at Marco as he lies down on his side next to them, leaning over to brush his lips against Jean’s, which earns him a satisfied hum. Before he can pull away, Jean reaches up and tugs him closer, mutely demanding more kisses. Marco laughs softly and obliges, and when Jean finally lets him go, he settles right beside him, slinging one arm over Eren’s back with a content sigh.

After a few minutes of quiet recovery, Eren breaks the silence with, “I’m not gonna be sitting right for a week.”

Jean laughs at that, a crooked grin spreading over his face. “Yeah, me neither.”

“Sorry,” Marco mumbles, leaning up to brush his lips over Eren’s cheek.

“Shit, don’t be,” Eren sighs, his dreamy smile widening. “Worth it.”

“Maybe you should do yoga with me,” Marco chuckles, propping his head up in one hand.

“Oh god, no,” Eren replies immediately, “I can’t survive your ass in yoga pants normally, if I have to watch you fold yourself into knots too I’m gonna end up dragging you off to the bathroom ten minutes into the class.”

“Who said anything about class?” Eren squints one eye up at him, at which Marco grins and says, “We’ll just do it in the living room. That way I can harass you all I want while also bending you in half. Much more fun.”

“Well, shit,” Eren snorts, rubbing his face against Jean’s chest. “Can’t turn that offer down, can I.” He leans up enough to look at Jean then, who raises his eyebrows in question. “I’d ask if you wanna join in, but you’re already made of spaghetti.”

“Yeah, I’m good just watching,” Jean snickers, playfully combing Eren’s bangs down over his eyes.

Eren grins at that, then squirms forward and buries his face in Jean’s throat with a happy little noise, unabashedly snuggling him. Jean slides his arms around Eren’s shoulders and closes his eyes again, looking for all the world like he’s ready for nap.

Until, of course, he remembers something a moment later, his eyes flashing open again. Marco hums curiously, but Jean just pokes Eren in the head insistently until the brunette grumbles, “Whaaat?”

“You aren’t getting out of it that easy,” Jean replies cryptically. Marco stares at him, but Eren apparently catches his drift, based on the way his shoulders tense. He muffles a strangled groan in Jean’s shoulder, trying to hide from his boyfriend’s scrutiny.

Marco glances between them for a minute, then remembers Eren’s accidental admission earlier, a smile spreading across his face as he leans up on his elbow. “Eren, you don’t have to hide, really.” Eren responds by hiding more, even when Jean starts digging his fingers into his ribs to try and get him to come out. Marco hums, resting his hand on Jean’s to still his tickling before reaching over to run his fingers through the mussed hair on the back of Eren’s head. “You said you get tested regularly, yeah?”

Eren stiffens further, which is understandable given the context of that fact, which had been a rather tense moment during the big talk a few weeks ago. Jean soothes his hands along Eren’s back, turning so he can press warm kisses into his hair. Eren sighs, then nods, pulling himself out of Jean’s arms so he can sit up and rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Yeah, um,” he mumbles, glancing furtively at Marco, “I’m due again like next week-ish.”

Smiling gently, Marco sits up as well and reaches for Eren, letting the brunette fidget skittishly before he comes close enough to pull into a firm hug. He buries his face in Eren’s hair with a warm sigh, nuzzling him affectionately until he relaxes for him. Jean rolls toward them, curling around them and resting his hand on Eren’s hip with a reassuring squeeze.

Once Eren’s leaning into him comfortably, Marco rests his cheek atop his head and asks, “Does the place you go take walk-ins?” Eren swallows, then nods mutely, so Marco hums and leans back enough to look at him, resting his hands on his boyfriend’s flushed cheeks. “What if Jean and I tagged along?”

“Uh,” Eren replies.

“It’s been a while for us, anyway,” Jean muses, catching both his boyfriends’ attention and shrugging. “May as well.”

“Uh,” Eren repeats, unable to keep himself from fidgeting.

Marco leans over slightly and smiles again, soothing his thumbs over Eren’s cheeks. “Would that be okay with you?”

Eren stares at him for a minute, then shrugs helplessly, mumbling, “I mean, if you want to, then sure?”

“Erennn,” Jean groans, leaning his head back.

Shaking his head, Marco tugs Eren into a soft, loving kiss, slipping his hands down onto the brunette’s shoulders as he does. Eren’s eyes flutter closed after a moment, tension slipping out of his expression, before he pulls back and sighs slowly, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “I know what you mean,” he murmurs, “I just, uh.” Marco tilts his head patiently, reaching down to lace his fingers with Eren’s. The gesture seems to lend Eren some confidence, seeing as he straightens up and takes a deep breath, then says, “Is that, like, a step you guys want to take?”

Jean shrugs loudly, rolling onto his back again and crossing his ankles lazily. “You already know my opinion.” Marco gives him a dirty look and pinches his ribs, and Jean squeaks and grumbles, but he sits up anyway, then leans over to brush his lips against Eren’s with a soft hum. Nudging their noses together, Jean sighs, “I trust you, dude. Always have. If it’s something you want to do, I want it too. Not just because it’s hot.”

Marco hums contently, bringing Eren’s hand to his lips so he can brush a few sweet kisses across his knuckles. “I do, too,” he sighs, smiling warmly at Eren, who flushes dark at the open, obvious adoration in Marco’s expression. “It’d mean a lot to me,” Marco continues, “So if it’s a step you want to take, I’d be happy to take it too.”

Jean nods, comfortably leaning his head on Eren’s shoulder, his hands warm on Eren’s waist. Fidgeting slightly, Eren glances between them as he sucks on his lips thoughtfully, before he finally lets out a noisy exhale and closes his eyes. “The both of you, I swear to god...” He drags the heel of his hand under his eyes with a quiet laugh, then blinks up at Marco and gives him a watery grin. “You make it sound so serious.”

Shrugging easily, Marco leans forward and pulls Eren into a warm, loving kiss, lingering there contently before he murmurs, “Just want you to know we’re serious about trusting you with this.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eren wheezes, shaking his head firmly. He laughs shakily, then wraps his arms around Jean’s shoulders and flops back onto the bed with him, earning another startled squawk. Laughing at Jean manages to distract him from the urge to cry yet more happy tears, so Eren ruffles the blonde’s hair too, and when Marco settles comfortably beside him, tangling himself with whatever isn’t already tangled around Jean, Eren relaxes with a genuinely content hum.

They spend the afternoon wrapped lazily around each other, talking quietly about nothing at all until Eren’s warm and comfortable enough that he starts drifting off between them. Even then, Jean and Marco stay curled up around him, their fingers laced over his stomach, and Eren falls asleep with Jean’s lips pressing soft kisses through his hair, and Marco’s voice breathing soft, sweet love in his ear.