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Lucius tilts his head back against the pillows, lips curling in a lazy smirk as Izzy’s fingers dig into his hips. They haven't quite gotten to the fucking portion of the evening yet, but he finds he quite likes the way the other man is looking at him—a little awed, a lot hungry, his cheeks flushed and hair starting to escape its impeccably styled pompadour. It makes Lucius feel a bit smug.

“God, I guess you needed this just as much as I did, huh?” He teases, breathless but grinning. "You've been so tense all day, Captain's been driving you crazy. Bet it feels good to get off." Izzy doesn’t answer with words. He just tightens his grip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, rolling his hips in a way that forces a gasp out of Lucius, leaving him momentarily without something clever to say. There’s that sharp, focused energy in Izzy tonight—the kind that makes Lucius shiver with anticipation. The way he takes control, steady and deliberate, like there’s nothing else in the world but this, but him.

Lucius likes pushing, though. Likes testing. And Izzy—Izzy is just too easy to wind up.

"Come on, darling, show me what you've got. Fuck me so hard I'll feel it for days. You're always so rough, it's—"

Izzy’s fingers shift, hand catching Lucius’s jaw in a firm grip, forcing his head back against the pillow. His other hand moves, pressing against Lucius’ sternum, pinning him down effortlessly.

"Shut up," Izzy says, and it’s not just a suggestion.

Lucius grins around it, that firm weight holding him down making his skin prickle, anticipation curling low in his stomach. That was the kind of reaction he was looking for. He tests it, just a little, squirming under Izzy's grip, but there's no give—just a slight press of fingers against his jaw, tilting his head just enough to make a point.

"I said, shut up," Izzy repeats, and Lucius does. He does, because there's a look on Izzy's face, like a promise, like he's finally ready to give Lucius what he's been asking for, and fuck, does Lucius want that.

Lucius lets out a slow, deliberate exhale, relaxing back against the mattress.

"Better," Izzy says softly, pleased. "That's better. Don't move." He shifts, using one hand to grip Lucius’s hair, the other pressing down hard against his lower back, pushing him further into the mattress. His movements are slow, controlled, taunting, and Lucius feels the power there—the way Izzy is deliberately holding back, just enough to let him know he could do more.

It's a fucking thrill.

Lucius is still riding that high, that delightful hum of tension, of power barely restrained. He grins against the pillow, stretching beneath Izzy’s grip, deliberately testing the limits of how far he can go before Izzy makes good on that promise written all over his face.

“See,” he murmurs, voice honey-smooth, “I knew you had it in you.”

“You just can’t fucking help yourself, can you?” Izzy mutters, low and rough, his breath ghosting over Lucius’s skin. “Always got something to say.” Lucius hums, shifting his hips just enough to draw a groan out of Izzy.

"Don't worry. I can be good." He lets his eyes flutter shut, sighing as Izzy's fingers twist into his hair. "If that's what you want." Izzy's grip tightens, and there's a hitch in his breathing, a small noise, and Lucius bites his lip, feeling the heat curl through him.

"Yeah," Izzy breathes. "I think it—"

There's a sharp, sudden knock on the door. Izzy freezes, head jerking up. There's a beat of silence, and then another knock before the door swings open.

Jim steps inside, expression casual, their gaze flicking between the two of them like they’re appraising something mildly interesting.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Lucius drawls, turning his head lazily, propping himself up on his elbows, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I did knock," Jim points out, stepping further inside like they belong there. "Didn’t hear a no. Thought I’d check." Their gaze drags down, taking in Izzy’s position, the way his hands have completely left Lucius, his shoulders hunching slightly like he’s unsure where to put them now. They raise an eyebrow, eyes flicking back to Lucius. "It's Monday."

"Is it?" Lucius tilts his head thoughtfully, considering. He shrugs. Jim frowns. "That supposed to mean something to me?" He turns to Izzy, expecting some kind of back up, but the man is just staring at the wall, looking a little like he wishes the floor would swallow him whole. He clears his throat, but his voice is still a bit rough when he speaks.

"Didn’t realize you were—" Izzy starts, but Jim cuts him off before he can finish.

"Claro, I got that much," Jim says, dropping onto the edge of the bed like they have all the time in the world. "Funny thing, though. I don’t mind sharing." Izzy's head jerks up, staring at Jim. They hold his gaze, a challenge, and after a moment, his lips twitch, and there's a flash of teeth, something wicked and a little dangerous.

"Fine," he says, a slight rasp in his voice. "If you're sure."

"Am I going to be consulted about any of this?" Lucius asks, glancing between the two of them, thoroughly amused but unwilling to let them act like he’s just a piece of furniture in this arrangement.

"You’re welcome to say no," Jim says, smirking slightly. "But you won’t." They lean back, arms bracing against the mattress like they own the place. Their gaze flicks over Lucius’s body, slow and appraising.

Lucius shivers.

"Yeah, well," he says, tilting his chin up. "Maybe I like to be wined and dined a little first."

"You’re already in bed," Jim points out. "Seems like the hard part’s over." Lucius snorts, but before he can fire back, he feels the slightest shift in the air. Izzy’s still watching Jim, something unreadable in his expression, but his body is telling a whole different story. He’s tense, waiting. Ready.

Jim meets his gaze.

"You wanna get him ready, then?" Jim asks, and Izzy doesn't need to be told twice. He nods, and Jim smirks, tilting their head toward Lucius.

"He likes a little bit of a fight," Izzy explains softly, and Lucius rolls his eyes, even as he shivers at the low growl of his voice.

"Fuck, I can imagine," Jim says, leaning forward. They take Lucius's jaw in their hand, a loose, deliberate grip. Their eyes are dark, intense, and there's a spark of challenge, a dare in their gaze. "You gonna give me a problem?"

If this were Izzy, a retort would be on the tip of his tongue, some teasing quip that would inevitably result in being held down and fucked, until he was gasping and pleading and finally, finally quiet. But Jim is different. Lucius doesn't know what they want, doesn't know the rules. Doesn't know the boundaries.

So he swallows, and stays silent, and the look on Jim's face is almost impressed.

"Good," they say, and then they kiss him. It's slow, deliberate, and it sends a thrill down his spine, makes his blood feel hot and heavy, pooling low in his stomach. Jim's thumb strokes over his jaw, their fingers twisting into his hair, and he lets his eyes flutter shut. He can feel the mattress shift as Izzy settles back behind him, and there's a warm hand pressing against the small of his back, steadying him.

And then Izzy’s hand ghosts over his chest, dipping down and pushing a finger into him. The sudden, unexpected stretch makes him moan, the sound swallowed by Jim's mouth against his.

"Yeah," they say, breaking away just long enough to breathe, and the look in their eyes makes him shudder. "That's better. Keep doing that." They pull him in again, fingers curling tighter in his hair, and Izzy obliges, adding another finger, a bit more deliberately this time. Lucius moans again, his hands clenching, grasping for purchase. Jim's free hand catches his, tangling their fingers together, and Lucius can feel himself falling apart, and they've barely done anything.

"Come on, Hands," Jim says, their lips brushing against Lucius's ear, "you can do better than that."

"Yes," Izzy mutters, his breath ghosting over the skin of Lucius's neck. "I can." There's a new determination to his movements, the slightest bite of pain with each thrust, and fuck, Lucius can barely think, his skin feels too hot, he can't focus on anything except the two of them, pressed close, surrounding him, overwhelming him.

"Look at you," Jim breathes, their gaze dragging over him, slow and deliberate. "All strung out already, and we're not even done." They catch his jaw, tilting his head, meeting his eyes. "You like that?"

"Yes," Lucius whispers. "God, yes."

"That's enough." Jim's gaze flicks past him, over his shoulder, and the fingers inside of him still immediately. Jim shifts, kneeling properly on the bed, their grip tightening, holding him steady. "Get on your back," they say, and it takes Lucius a second to realize that it's not directed at him.

"I—" Izzy starts, and there's a note of hesitation, a little bit of confusion. Jim doesn't release their grip on Lucius's hair, but they lift their chin, eyes hardening.

"I said, get on your back."

Lucius feels Izzy's warmth disappear from his back, and the bed shifts again as he moves, lying back against the pillows. Jim waits, letting him settle, and then releases Lucius, pushing him onto his back too before sliding off the bed, standing at the edge.

"Now," Jim says, a small smile tugging at their lips, their gaze flicking to Izzy, then back to Lucius. "Where were we?" There's a beat of silence, and Lucius blinks, trying to process what's happening. "You can talk."

"I was gonna fuck 'im." Izzy breathes and Lucius is in awe of how easily he's given up control. He's never seen him like this, so willing and pliant. It's a good look.

"Not yet," Jim says, and their voice has a little more force, a hint of steel. They climb back onto the bed, crawling up until there's a knee on either side of his head, and fuck, this is better than Lucius imagined.

He can't wait to get his mouth on them.

He tilts his head, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of their thigh, and Jim hums softly, fingers twisting in his hair.

"Hands," they say, their gaze flicking back to Izzy. "You can get up. Put that mouth of yours to work."

There's a slight hitch in Izzy's breathing, and then the bed shifts again, and there's a warm, solid presence between Lucius’ legs, hands gripping his thighs, and Lucius feels hot all over, like his skin is buzzing, and he doesn't think he's ever wanted anything so badly.

"God, I—I need you to fuck me," he breathes, his hands moving to the back of Jim's thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"I just said 'not yet'," Jim says, their hand tightening in his hair. "Do you really want me to repeat myself?"

"No." Lucius breathes. His head feels heavy, thick, and he's having trouble forming thoughts. "No, I can—I can be patient."

"Good," Jim murmurs. They stroke his jaw, a gentle touch, a sharp contrast to the fingers twisted in his hair. "Just keep doing what you're doing, yeah?"

Lucius nods, a small movement, and he's not sure he trusts himself to speak anymore. He presses his mouth to the crease of Jim's thigh, tongue darting out to taste them, and there's a soft, satisfied sound above him.

"Hands, do I have to repeat myself to you too?" Jim asks, and Lucius realizes Izzy hasn't made a sound or done anything since they told him to use his mouth.

"’m sorry," Izzy mumbles, and there's the smallest shift of weight against Lucius's hips, his hands moving to spread his thighs a little wider. He presses his lips to Lucius's inner thigh, a light, teasing touch, and Lucius sighs, relaxing a bit.

He feels a tongue, warm and wet, slide through his folds, and the noise that falls out of him is obscene. He arches up, pressing his mouth harder against Jim, trying to focus, to return the favor, but he's already falling apart. It's all too much. He can't concentrate. All he can feel is the hot, heavy drag of Izzy's tongue against him, and god, he wants, he wants, he wants—

"Please," Lucius whimpers, his words muffled against Jim's skin. "Please, please, I need—please—"

"Oh, cariño," Jim says, their voice low and smooth, like honey, and Lucius shivers. "Don't worry. We're not done with you yet."

Lucius whines, and there's the slightest hitch in the motion between his legs, a small sound that sounds an awful lot like a laugh. And then there's a finger teasing at his entrance, and god, it's not enough. He tries to rock down against Izzy's hand, but Jim's grip tightens, holding him steady.

"Be patient," they murmur, but Lucius is losing his fucking mind.

"Fuck, Jim, please, I need—"

"What do you need?" They ask, and there's a slight rasp to their voice, their breathing heavier. They must be enjoying this. "Tell me what you need."

"I—fuck, I—" Lucius can barely speak, his skin feels too tight, and every single point of contact between the three of them is setting him on fire. "I need to—to come, please, I'm so close—"

"What do you think, Izzy?" Jim asks, their voice rough. "Does he deserve it?"

"God, please," Lucius begs, his voice high and breathless. "I can't, I need—"

"Yeah," Izzy says, and there's a new note in his voice, low and hoarse, a hint of danger, and the sound makes Lucius shiver. "He's been good. Could've been better, but—" He ducks his head, running his tongue through Lucius's folds again, and it's a deliberate tease. A challenge. "I think he deserves it."

"Okay, yeah, he does," Jim murmurs, and their grip in Lucius's hair is getting tighter, the way they're pressing down against his mouth is getting more insistent, and they're losing their composure. They're almost there too.

"God, please, I—" Lucius gasps, and there's the smallest, most deliberate movement between his legs, a finger sliding into him, and Lucius keens, high and desperate. It's not enough, it's not enough, and he's so fucking close.

"Go ahead, Hands," Jim breathes, and their voice is low and raspy, barely controlled. "Give him what he wants."

Izzy presses in further, his finger curling, and that's all it takes. Lucius falls apart. He moans, and the sound is muffled against Jim, but he can hear the sharp, desperate noise they make above him, and then their grip tightens, and they're grinding down, and fuck, it's perfect.

He feels Izzy move, his lips pressed against his thigh, and when Lucius manages to drag his eyes open, the other man is staring up at Jim, a hungry look in his eyes. His lips are red and wet, and Lucius has never wanted anything more.

"Jim," Izzy breathes, his voice ragged. "Can I—"

"Yeah," they say, cutting him off, nodding a little. "Yeah, fuck, c'mere." Izzy moves without hesitation, pushing himself up, leaning forward, and then his hand is curling around the back of their neck, and they're pulling him in, and the two of them meet somewhere above Lucius.

It's not a gentle kiss, or a slow, languid one. It's deep and passionate, a battle of teeth and tongue and breath. It's a fucking thrill. Lucius is pretty sure he could watch this forever, and still not get tired of it.

"Fuck," Izzy mutters, breaking away, his forehead resting against Jim's. "Want you so bad."

"Yeah, I know." Jim smirks. Their hand slides up to rest on Izzy's chest, and their eyes flutter shut, their thumb brushing lightly over his collarbone. "Fuck, okay." They swallow, taking a deep breath. When they speak, their voice is steadier, but there's still a slight rasp to it. "Take off your clothes."

Izzy is on his feet in an instant, unbuttoning his vest, dropping his pants. He steps out of them, kicking the garment aside, and Lucius lets his gaze drift appreciatively. He's never had the opportunity to take in Izzy like this. Most of the time, he's the one stripping. It's nice to have a change of pace.

"On the bed," Jim instructs, and Izzy sits back, propped against the headboard, waiting for his next command. He looks good like this. So fucking good.

Jim turns back, and their gaze is a little softer when they look at Lucius, their fingers sliding through his hair, slow and gentle.

"Hey," they murmur, their lips brushing lightly over his cheek. "How you doing? You good?"

"Green." Lucius murmurs, but instead of a curt nod, Jim's brows scrunch up in confusion. "Green?" He repeats. Jim shakes their head. Their eyes flicker back to Izzy.

"It means he's good." Izzy explains, taking the moment to stretch out, his arm tucked behind his head.

"Ah." Jim nods, their gaze returning to Lucius. They tilt his head back, their fingers sliding over his throat. "Different terms for you two, yeah?" Their lips ghost over his, the barest, lightest touch, and then they're gone, leaving a cool space where their warmth had been. Lucius shivers, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Alright, Hands," Jim murmurs, and there's a slight rustling sound, a shift in weight against the mattress. "Lucius got to earn his, so now it's your turn."

There's a soft, surprised intake of breath, a sharp hitch, and Lucius feels a familiar heat curl through him, anticipation coiling low in his stomach. He opens his eyes, turning his head, and the two of them are sprawled out on the mattress. Jim is hovering over Izzy, their knees bracketing his waist, their hand braced against his shoulder, holding him in place. Their bodies are almost touching, and there's a tension between them, a slight tremble in their arms, a shudder running down their spine, and they haven't even done anything yet.

Jim is looking at him, waiting for him to watch, and there's a hint of a smirk on their face, a dark glint in their eyes, and when they catch his gaze, they shift, grinding their hips down so that just the head of Izzy’s cock presses into them, and the small, strangled noise that falls out of him goes straight through Lucius.

"You've been good," Jim breathes, and Izzy's hands come up, gripping their thighs. His gaze is locked on them, and his mouth is slightly open, his breathing shallow and unsteady.

"Yeah, I think I have.” He mutters, a little breathless. "You're not gonna make me beg, are you?"

"Not today." Jim smirks, and before Izzy can respond, they're sinking down, and then the breath catches in his throat, his back arching, and his hands are clenching, his fingers digging into their thighs.

"Fuck, Jim," Izzy breathes, his voice a little high, a bit breathless, and god, Lucius is in fucking awe.

"You're close already," Jim says, a little surprised, but the smile on their face is nothing short of delighted. "Fucking hell, Hands, how long has it been?"

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to." Izzy rasps. His head drops back against the pillow, his breathing harsh and ragged, and when he speaks again, his voice is rough. "Fuck, Jim, please."

"That's more like it," Jim murmurs. They lean back a little, and their hips start a slow, steady rhythm, rocking down against him. The motion is deliberate, and Izzy's hands slide higher, gripping their waist, pulling them closer, and Lucius doesn't think he's ever been this turned on in his life.

"Can I..." He begins, hesitant, and both Jim's and Izzy's gazes snap to him. "Can I kiss him?" He clarifies.

Jim doesn't answer right away, tilting their head, considering, and for a second, Lucius thinks they're going to say no. They glance down at Izzy, but he seems incapable of coherent thought, and after a moment, they shrug, and the tension breaks.

"Yeah," Jim murmurs after a moment, nodding a little. "Sure, go ahead."

"Thank you," Lucius breathes, and then he's crawling over, leaning down, pressing his lips to Izzy's. He tastes like salt and tobacco and rum, and there's a soft, pleased sound against his mouth. The angle's a little awkward, and Izzy's movements are uncoordinated, but Lucius doesn't mind. He kisses him slow and deep, and Jim's steady rhythm is getting faster, a little less controlled, and he's never seen either of them lose themselves like this.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm close," Izzy groans, his hands digging into Jim's thighs, fingers clenching, desperate.

"C'mon, Iz," Jim says, their voice low and raspy, their movements getting a little sloppy. "Give it to me."

Izzy shudders, his entire body tensing, and Jim rides him through it, until the tension slowly leaves his body, his hands falling away, his head dropping back against the pillows.

"Good boy," Jim murmurs, and they're panting a little, but the smile on their face is genuine. They reach over, taking his jaw in their hand, tilting his head. "You alright?"

"Yeah." Izzy breathes. He swallows, and when he opens his eyes, his gaze is dark, intense. "Yeah, that was...that was fucking incredible."

"I know," Jim says. They lean down, pressing their lips to his, and this kiss is a little slower, a little gentler, and there's something intimate about it. Lucius feels a little like he's intruding. Izzy wraps his arms around Jim, his hand sliding up the back of their neck, his fingers tangling in their hair, and the two of them stay like that for a long moment.

And then Izzy's eyes flick up, locking with Lucius's, and he reaches for him, pulling him down, and Lucius feels a little dazed, a little overwhelmed as he lets himself be pulled into a hug.

"How are you feeling?" Izzy asks, and his voice is quiet, a little rough, and he's looking down at him, like he's waiting for some sort of signal, or waiting for him to say it's too much.

"I'm green," Lucius breathes. He presses his mouth to Izzy's, a small, desperate thing, and his skin is buzzing, his hands are shaking, but it's all simmering down. The urgency is fading, the fire inside him is cooling, and his body is relaxing, his muscles unclenching, and he feels good. He always does after these sessions with Izzy. But this is different.

"Good," Izzy murmurs, pleased. "That's good." His hand comes up, sliding through Lucius's hair, and it's slow and careful, his fingers rubbing small circles into his scalp, and Lucius can't help the noise that falls out of him, because the sensation is fucking exquisite.

"That's it, cariño," Jim murmurs, and the mattress dips as they move closer. Their hand slides down his spine, and their fingers are a little cooler, but just as deft and sure. "Just relax. Let us take care of you."

Lucius nods, a small movement, and his head feels a little heavy, his thoughts are fuzzy, and it's perfect.

Jim and Izzy shift, lying down beside him, and he lets them pull him in, and god, they're so close. The three of them are tangled together, and Jim's leg is hooked over his hip, their fingers sliding over his throat, their thumb brushing lightly over his jaw. Izzy's lips are pressed to his neck, his breath hot and steady, and the two of them are a warm, comforting weight, a solid presence on either side.

"You good?" Jim asks, and their voice is a little hoarse, their breathing is still unsteady, and Lucius loves it.

"Green." He murmurs, and Jim smiles, their hand sliding through his hair. He’s perfect.