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Part 7 of hey baby, I could use just a little help: kinktober 2024
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2024-10-05
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after the storm, there's still just us

Summary:

The sex was good. There was certainly no denying that. Tonight had been, as always, a phenomenal showing, and Steve knew he’d be riding the high of Eddie on top of him and Chrissy underneath for days. But here, in the middle of their California king, one lover on either side, Steve knew that this was what true happiness was.

 

kinktober prompts: threesomes/ot3s, cuddling

Notes:

today's prompts: threesomes/ot3s, cuddling

master list of prompts on tumblr

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Steve stepped back into the bedroom, bare feet padding on the floor, a cool glass of water in each hand. 

Merlin, their tabby, snaked through his legs into the now open door and hopped onto the bed with a disgruntled mreow. He paced a little, looking for the right spot, and then turned his large orange eyes on Steve, as if it was his fault that Merlin couldn't get comfortable yet.

“Waters,” Steve said, voice soft, as he kneeled on the end of the bed and half-crawled forward, extending a glass to each of his bed mates. 

“Thanks, love,” Eddie hummed, as he accepted the glass and took a deep swig. Chrissy only nodded, following his action. 

And then she paused, as Steve slipped between them and under the covers. 

“You didn’t get one for yourself,” she pointed out, raising a manicured brow at him. 

Steve shrugged, shifting his hips a little to gain a bit more space, bumping into each of them in the process. “S’fine,” he said. “Didn’t have enough hands.”

“Have some of mine,” Eddie insisted, pressing the glass into Steve’s hands. “Chrissy needs all of hers, amount of fluid she lost tonight.”

“Hey!”

Steve took the water and drank, then turned his head to look at her. “He’s right, baby. You get so wet for us I’m sure you’re dehydrated.”

“The both of you are absolute perverts,” Chrissy sighed, fondly, as she set her water down and slid under the covers next to him. 

Eddie snorted. “Yeah, but you love us.”

He slid down under the covers too, and soon Steve felt a warm body on each side. 

They always slept like this. Eddie was too restless for the middle, and him being between them almost always guaranteed someone would be woken up with a kick to the thigh or a hand smacking their face. Chrissy ran too hot—she was useful in the winter, when their shitty furnace couldn’t keep the house warm and they needed every ounce of heat she radiated. But on this perfect fall day, it’d be overkill. Besides—she claimed she found it too suffocating either way.

Steve couldn’t relate. Chrissy always started with her head on his pec, one of his arms looped around her shoulders, her smooth leg tossed over his own, her small hand wrapped around his waist. 

Eddie’s head was always on the pillow, hot breath puffing into Steve’s neck, leg mirroring Chrissy, his arm wrapped around Steve’s. Overnight Chrissy always shifted, rolling away and pressing her butt against him instead. She couldn’t handle the full contact, but as she said: she liked to know where he was. Eddie would somehow get even closer overnight, and Steve often woke up with a hand down his boxers and a face full of curly black hair. 

He never felt suffocated.

The sex was good. There was certainly no denying that. Tonight had been, as always, a phenomenal showing, and Steve knew he’d be riding the high of Eddie on top of him and Chrissy underneath for days. But here, in the middle of their California king, one lover on either side, Steve knew that this was what true happiness was. He had spent so much of his life missing this—this deep encompassing love, people who cared about him above all else. He wanted someone to spoil and care for, yes. But equally: someone to care for him. To notice he hadn’t fetched his own water. Someone—in this case, someones—who wrapped their bodies around his as if to say: we have you, you’re safe here, we’ll hold your pieces together, we’ll keep you warm, we’ll follow you wherever you wish to go. 

They loved him in their own ways. Eddie: loud and boisterous, crashing over chairs to get to him, gifting him songs and poems and devouring kisses, wandering hands and filthy whispers. Chrissy: tender and fierce, dancing with him in the kitchen, dragging him to the gym, giggling at his terrible jokes, the little streak of naughty she reserved just for them. He would never get tired of their particular brands of love, he didn’t think.

“I love you,” Steve said into their cozy bedroom, directed but general too. I love you, he said to his lovers. I love you, he said to the house they'd built together. I love you, he told the world that brought them to him, that let him keep them even if they were more than he ever deserved. 

Merlin scratched at the quilt and spun four times before he dropped, finally content, into the spot right between Steve’s legs. There was another small jingle as Morgana, their tiny black cat, hopped up on the bed too and stepped gingerly over Steve to curl on the pillow around his head. The whole family, safe and warm in their bed. And as Eddie clapped his hands to turn the lights off, Steve couldn’t help but think, for the hundredth time, that he never thought he’d be so lucky.

Notes:

very very classic me, to make mirrors filthy threesome smut (two days back, if you missed it!) and the actual threesomes day a very wholesome fluff piece.

oops!

(don't worry, there will absolutely be more filthy threesome smut later in the month!)

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