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“He’s so damn cute when he’s being all doted on,” you mentioned.
“What do you mean?” Gris asked.
The two of you were observing Enjin get pestered with, probably, one million questions by two little kids who witnessed him take down the trash beasts. It wasn’t a town any of you had visited before - closer to the edge of a contaminated zone, and in-between HQ and the South Ward. You left early that morning, arrived in the late afternoon, and Enjin had cleaned up before late evening. Given how exhausted you all were from the drive over and immediate disposal, the town’s local inn had graciously opened its doors to you in thanks. It was a cute town, though a bit in shambles like most towns closer to the contamination zones were. But the spirit of the town was jovial, especially so after Semiu made sure she got your team over there as soon as possible to resolve their worries.
Two supporters were provided for Enjin this time around, you and Gris, just because the long drive may have made one of you sleepy - and each team should make sure everyone is as alert as possible on all missions. You weren’t green to the Cleaners, but it was your first time going on a smaller mission like this. It felt a lot more casual, and with just Gris and Enjin as your companions, it was easier to save social energy so you could talk and gather information from the townspeople, instead of trying to get to know everyone you’re working with. And, truth be told, you didn’t mind being paired with these two. You liked how Enjin handled himself in these situations. Despite knowing how informal he is in a casual setting, he always carried himself well around people. He had that charm about him - not always when it came to certain random women, but to the everyday folk, and especially the kids.
“He’s patient with them,” you elaborated, “he probably looks like a super hero to the kids, but he acts so casual and humble with them. He’s not gloating in it, you know?”
Gris, sitting next to you, finished with his meal, nodded his head in agreement while saying,
“I’ve always preferred going on missions with him because he’s…just good at what he does.” He took the final swig off his beer and put it on the table with a firm clink .
One of the kids hounding Enjin suddenly grabbed at the back of his coat and yanked. You and Gris both laughed as the boy's father grabbed his child back and profusely apologized. Enjin gave them both an award winning grin and raised his hand up like it was nothing. You knew he’d be walking back soon enough to call the kid a “damn brat,” but no one else had to know it.
“But..cute?” Gris asked.
“Hmm?”
“You said he’s ‘so damn cute.’” He let the statement linger a little bit before adding, “you think he’s cute in the way he acts, or his looks too?”
You were caught off guard. Was Gris just asking if you thought Enjin was attractive? You’d assume he was drunk, but you knew he only had one beer - and god knows that wouldn’t be enough for a man of his size to get drunk. Buzzed maybe, but only if the drink was stronger than usual.
“I,” you started, “I mean…he’s not a bad looking guy.”
“Is he your type?”
You were flabbergasted. Maybe even feeling a slight blush come over you from the blunt questions coming from Gris.
“Well…” do you humor him? The smile on his face had no malice. No scheming, no teasing, just a genuine question.
Truth be told, yes you could consider Enjin to be your type. You liked men who were tall, generally handsome, had a slight preference towards blonds, but not one’s with crazy strong builds. You liked slimmer types, but some bulky types could charm you from time to time. Personality, of course, was a big factor - and as you and Gris were just mentioning, Enjin was composed of quite a few green flags.
So, you decided to tell Gris just that.
“So,” he started, “tall, cute, slightly built, with a good personality?”
You nodded.
“And blond?”
“It’s a bonus.”
“That’s my type too. In men at least.”
Wait a minute. Gris was…Gris was absolutely putting down that he thought Enjin was attractive too. So not only did he subtly drop that he was into men (women too by his phrasing, you guessed), but he was also, specifically, into Enjin. Was he just being conversational? Or was that…was that a warning? He laughed when he saw your face, clearly making some kind of quizzical expression.
“I’m just saying he’s my type too. I mean, there’s a reason I always enjoy going on missions with him. And especially you.”
Gris was flirting. Good god! Gris was flirting! You mentally kicked yourself back into gear, a part of your brain yelling fire back! Fire back the flirtation damnit!
“And what’s your type of woman?” You goaded on.
“ What are we talking about?”
You and Gris both snapped out of your bubble after noticing that Enjin had returned (coat intact), with a cheeky smile on his face and a key in hand.
“I was just asking what type of woman was Gris’s type,” you smiled. Both of you looked towards the man of the question. It felt good to turn the tables on him and get him to squirm in the “probably not a work appropriate question but is fine with answering anyways” hot seat.
“Well,” he started, running a nervous hand through his hair, “I…wait-did you say “room” Enjin?”Enjin shrugged as he explained,
“That’s all they have available. Given some of the houses were destroyed by the trash beasts, a couple of families are also spending the night here. And I’m not gonna turn down a bed over a car seat.”
“Same,” you chimed in. As cramped as it may be with three people in one room, surely you could make something work. Anything, even the floor, beat staying in the car you were already in all day, and now were sweaty and tired on top of it.
Gris looked between you and Enjin.
“Do they have a cot to spare?”
“Already asked. And nope - they don’t. But apparently there’s a single chair that’s pretty comfy. Besides,” he clapped his hand on your shoulder, “she’s pretty small - we can fit her in the bathtub.”
“Awww so you can have Gris all to yourself?” Woof, wait, you thought, reel it in-
“ Hell yeah ,” Enjin obliged.
The three of you laughed, your awkward statement lightened by the ever well-spoken Enjin, and he slid his hand to your back.
“Cmon, you guys ready? I’m beat.”
“Sure thing,” Gris responded, standing up. You followed suit, and noticed how Enjin’s hand lingered on your back, if only a bit longer than need be, before sliding it off completely. You gave him a quick glance - he matched your gaze with a soft look. It made you feel something flutter in your stomach as you realized your night was going to have close company.
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On entering the room, you all realized it was far too cramped for the floor to be an option. The “pretty comfy chair” was more a skeleton of a chair with an overstuffed pillow as a cushion, and while the king bed was , in fact, a king bed, it didn’t have a proper duvet, but more a series of blankets thrown on top of it haphazardly to cover the whole top area. The room had a coziness to it though - the walls with a simple floral patterned wallpaper, and dark wood floors and trimmings. A single large window was on the far end of the room wall, the darkness outside only being permeated with glints of the lamplights outside. A smedium TV hung by a prayer on the wall. You still considered using the tub as a possible bed, but once the three of you had finished taking showers (the hot water, thankfully, lasting for all of you to enjoy), the bathroom was far too humid for it to become a comfortable spot to lay for the night.
As you and Enjin laid on the bed together while Gris took his turn brushing his teeth, the two of you had opened up the usual small talk. About work, how slow it had been, how one of the new supporters was doing really well - simple things. Despite mentioning his exhaustion coming up to the room, Enjin seemed wide awake with you by his side.
“Oh yeah,” he continued, “did you see that little brat grab my coat?”
You laughed, “I knew you’d call him a brat.”
“That kid who tugged on your coat?” Gris asked, walking out of the bathroom.
“Yes!” You both answered in unison.
Gris laughed as he approached the bed, sitting on the more empty side. You were in the middle of the bed with Enjin on your right, and while the situation did feel a bit inappropriate, the casual and comfortable way Enjin spoke to you made you feel like the whole situation was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
“Oh yeah,” Enjin pipped up as Gris laid down next to you both, “you never answered her question Gris. What’s your kind of woman?”
“Ohh,” Gris responded, but with a humoring nature added to it, “nothing particular to be honest. I’m more of a-“
“Personality type?” Enjin dryly finished for him. You laughed as Gris raised an eyebrow at him.
“Come on,” Enjin continued, “give us something! I can at least say I like a woman with good curves.”
Gris sighed and genuinely took a moment to contemplate his response. He turned to look at you, eyes barely hiding how he looked you up and down, making you feel the bed warm up underneath you.
“Y/N,” - Enjin gawked at this - “Y/N is actually quite my type.”
You felt your face blush at the comment - but it felt playful as overly flirty, maybe even cheesy, as it was.
“Shit,” Enjin responded, “you’re bold Gris.” And that sounded genuine too. “How do you respond to that Y/N?”
Maybe it was the confidence with which Gris made his own comment, or maybe it was the heat of the moment making you feel a bit more daring than usual, because you found yourself easily replying with
“Well, you’re both my type too,” you shrugged, “makes me feel like we’re all a good match.”
You’d never seen Enjin have the expression he currently wore before. There was clearly surprise in his eyes, maybe even some annoyance that he didn’t have a one liner to respond to you with.
“Well…alright,” was all he could sputter out. It made you feel more daring as you continued,
“And do you have a type of man you like Enjin? If you're also into them?”
He looked at you with almost a slight pout on his face.
“I like chicks more, but there’s a few men…” he trailed off. His gaze quickly snapped too and away from Gris, quickly stating, “and now since it’s out, I’d say Gris fits my type of man.”
Gris sat up, a pleasant inflection in his voice when he asked “really?”
Enjin shot him a glance, and you could see his face glow the smallest tinge of pink.
“Yeah,” he conceded, “I like men who are taller than me at last. Plus, you’re also an objectively handsome man. I wouldn’t mind…” he stopped himself, then cleared his throat.
“Don’t make me call our HR department with all this work-inappropriate flirting!” Gris declared. The three of you laughed at that, with you asking who HR would even be.
“Semiu,” was Enjin’s quick answer.
“Well if we reported this to Semiu,” Gris added, “I think the first thing she’d think of is one of her magazines.”
“Do you think there’s MMF three-ways in her magazines?” You tacked on. An image flashed in your mind then, of you on your hands and knees, sandwiched and being pounded on both ends by-
“ Settle doooooown ,” Enjin cajoled the both of you, this time making just you and Gris laugh, as Enjin muttered, “or else you’re going to make me act up.”
“Hmm?” You asked. Was Enjin…hmm. You could only imagine what he was thinking - you’d wager to ask, keep your daring streak going, but something told you to not push the subject. Not yet at least.
“Alright,” Gris mused, turning onto his side, turning off the bedside lamp, and pulling his blankets up, “let’s get some shut eye.”
You nestled yourself after you and Enjin pulled up the rest of the blankets over you, you also wanting to lay on your side, facing Enjin, as you started to try and get to sleep. The room was dark enough to lull you to sleep, with the only light permeating the space coming from the window, where the warm flicker of the lamp lights outside ebbed and flowed.
Before you closed your eyes and mumbled goodnight, you stole one last glance at Enjin, who was simply on his back, his eyes looking right back at you with a half lidded gaze. As you tried to sleep you wanted to decipher that look, wondering what kind of thoughts came into his mind during your convo. Did he imagine the same positions you did? In the haze of sleep that slowly took you over, you couldn’t help but imagine a few more poses, wondering how big the men on either side of you were, how deep they’d go, what their mouths could do to you…to each other…
—
You felt the bed shift as Enjin got up. You opened your eyes as you watched him rise and amble towards the window, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and his lighter from the pocket of his coat hanging on the chair. He cracked open the window and lit himself a smoke. He looked good from where you laid down; his hair was down instead of in its usual slicked back state, the lamp light from outside highlighting his strong features and lips wrapped around the cigarette. You were slightly groggy, unsure of how long you’d been asleep for with the sky outside still dark.
You felt a hand snake around your waist then - signaling that Gris was also still awake. Despite the intimacy of the touch it felt…natural; comfortable. You trusted Gris as much as Enjin, and even then, you remembered what you were thinking about just before you fell asleep. It made the touch feel that much more delicious. As he let his hand lightly trail towards your stomach, you felt those butterflies from Enjin’s previous touch come back - responding the same way towards Gri's own calloused hands.
“Can’t sleep?” Gris gently asked.
Enjin glanced over at you both then, a tired but contemplative look on his face before a slight smile appeared on his lips as he took his cigarette out of his mouth.
“Both of you,” he started, his voice slightly hoarse, “I can’t handle both of you looking at me like that.”
You turned your head to see Gris was observing Enjin just like you were, a soft look in his eyes - something other than tiredness.
“Can’t help it,” Gris muttered, “you two…” you felt his hand press more possessively onto your belly. You put your hand on top of his, a silent approval. The blankets were pushed aside enough that you knew Enjin could see it happening. Maybe it was the collective tiredness making the conversation easy, the flow of it moving towards what you felt every one of you were thinking - feeling - in this moment.
Enjin finished his cigarette - blowing out the last of the smoke out the window and stubbing the butt into the ashtray on the windowsill.
He walked back to the bed, climbed on, but instead of laying down, he supported himself on his knees, leaned over to you (you could feel your heart beat faster)...then passed you, feeling his cheek brush your ear, and heard the soft sound of lips meeting behind you. You felt your body flash with heat - a sudden sense of embarrassment, a little bit of confusion, yet an ever present sense of lust as you processed what was happening.
Was this your queue to…leave the bed? But Gris’s hand was still wrapped around you. Do you turn to look at them? Or was this a private moment just for them? But if just for them, then why not move your-
Enjin answered your questions as you felt him move, back in front of you, and you moved your head only a little as he leaned in to kiss you next. When your lips touched it felt electric - and the warmth from Gris’s hand on your stomach radiated as it didn’t pull away, instead feeling it move slowly up and down. You could taste the lingering smoke on Enjin’s lips as he gently nipped your lower lip, prompting you to open your own mouth as he responded with another, open kiss.
You heard Gris give a soft hmm as you realized he was watching you two - probably just as much as you wanted to watch them. Enjin pulled away from you, and moved once again, leaving you feeling a little breathless as you heard him and Gris share a kiss again - open mouthed like the ones Enjin just gave you.
So this was happening. And the silent approvals of it all. You had never done something like this before, but it already felt so nice - cozy even, as you were sandwiched between these two large men. Enjin pressed himself closer to the both of you, leaning in to touch your body with his. You took advantage of this by wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close, the sounds of the men kissing getting deeper.
When you felt them adjust to pull away, Enjin looked down at you, and a slight smirk brushed across his face as he dug his hand under you, between the bed and your torso, and, with shocking dexterity, flipped you so you faced Gris. You looked up at the other man - his own face blushed with a yearning look in his eye, and it didn’t take much for you to take the lead and pull him into a kiss. Enjin hummed in approval, his own arm reaching across the both of you to hold you both close, sandwiching you further into the two of them.
Gris’s own taste was fresher - mintiness from his toothpaste was on his tongue as you both explored one another’s mouths. You felt Enjin’s lips on your neck then, claiming space with his mouth on you as you tried to stay focused and not completely melt into both of the sensations.
You stopped asking yourself questions about what you should do - deciding to just let yourself go with the flow of things. You hooked a leg over Gris and used a free hand to run your fingers through Enjin’s hair as you felt him nip and suck on one spot. As you gently moved your hips, you could feel Gris’s hardness pressing against your leg, and Enjin responded by grinding back. He pulled his head away from your neck - breaking off right when it almost started to hurt (of course he’d be into being a bit rough). Gris pulled away as well, all three of you now simply existing in the moment, contemplating what to do next.
“What,” you found your voice, “or…how far…do you guys want to go?”
“Hmmmm,” Enjin contemplated, leaning his face into the back of your head and taking a small breath of your hair, as Gris seemed to have a bit of a moment, eyes a bit wide for a second after realizing all that just occurred. Maybe embarrassed? The hand you used to caress Enjin’s hair moved to Gris’s cheek to bring him back, or at least let it be known you were all approving.
“Umm,” Gris started, “well, let’s not…it’s late. And we gotta drive back in the morning.”
“I’m not sleeping with a hard on,” Enjin stated, and he moved to sit up, leaving your back suddenly exposed to the air, and heard him taking his shirt off.
“Oh, I’m not saying we stop in full!” Gris quickly blurted, “just…let’s not make a mess.”
You thought of all the possibilities - most of the images causing you to heat up and feel yourself throb now that all of them were realities you could pursue. Images of both of their mouths on your sex, you sucking one off while you’re being fucked by the other, both of them releasing on you…you realized you were probably leaving a wet spot on Gris’s shirt where you had your leg hooked over him.
“How’s about you?” Enjin tapped your head, and you moved yourself to lay on your back, releasing Gris from your grasp so you could give both of them your attention. You were mid thought wondering if you were even capable of taking them both inside you at the same time when he asked.
“I’m open for anything,” you admitted.
“Well,” Enjin continued, “Gris makes a good point. Don’t want to get exhausted, and showing up back to HQ looking a mess…Semiu would pick up on that immediately, I know it,” Gris chuckled at that, “but…now that we’ve established this that means we get to do a lot of catching up during our free time. And that’s where I have condoms and lube.”
“What, you didn’t bring those on a trash beast assignment?” Gris joked
“Nahhh, not this one,” Enjin egged on, “I usually save those for solo missions.” He gave you both one of his cheeky grins.
With penetration being out of the question, the three of you spent only a few minutes going over what exactly you wanted. None of you wanted to leave the other out, or missing, in any way. You had mentioned your enjoyment of receiving oral, Enjin enjoyed grinding, while Gris sheepishly mentioned he liked giving service in general. At the mention of this, Enjin re initiated things (just like him to be the leader), pulling you up and taking your clothes off. His own pants and underwear came off during the discussion, his hard cock bobbing with the motions of his movements.
Gris sat up to rub his hands over you - on your thighs, around your waist, cupping and grabbing your exposed breasts once they were freed from your shirt, Enjin moving to press a quick open mouthed kiss to your nipple as you moved your hand to touch his cock. You felt him move back and reach behind you as he tackled Gris’s shirt off, and once again kept you in the middle as he pulled Gris back into a series of deep kisses. You moved your other hand behind you, quickly finding Gris’s own exposed member and took it in your hand, with him reciprocating as he moved his hand between your thighs, and finally breaching the wetness between them as you sighed approvingly. As the two kissed above you, you gently stroked them, feeling the both of them twitch and jerk in response to you. You felt giddy - hearing them moan and kiss and edging them both on with your hands while Gris massaged and pressed between your folds, practically soaking his hand. When Enjin broke away from their kiss he muttered,
“Alright, now get back down,” to Gris, who let out a small breath of a laugh as he pulled himself out of your grip. He laid down in the middle of the bed as Enjin grabbed your hips and helped guide you to their goal. When you reached Gris’s head you opened your knees so one sat on each side of his head. You couldn’t see his eyes but still felt so vulnerable and exposed as your pussy was now in his full view. Enjin’s own hand then reached for you, breaching your sex a little more roughly than Gris had, but making you moan and shiver just the same.
“Geeeeeze,” Enjin mused, “all this already? You better not drown him.” You let out a shy laugh and heard Gris below you mutter something along the lines of “I wouldn’t mind,” as his hands grabbed your hips and guided your seat down. You did your best not to immediately collapse on top of him the moment you felt his mouth on your pussy, the way his tongue already had reached out and lapped your folds, your clit, everything.
“Hell yeah,” you heard Enjin mutter as he moved his own pelvis over Gris’s, making their cocks meet as he grinded against Gris’s member. You felt, more than heard, the vibration of Gris’s moans under you as Enjin grasped both of their cocks together in his hand, jacking them off in unison as he simultaneously grinded down. All three of you were focused on the bliss of feeling one another, hands that weren’t occupied were exploring and touching one another’s bodies as you gently moved and rutted against one another. At some points you and Enjin kissed, another time you replaced Enjin’s hand with your own as he moved his to press and rub against your pubis, fingers interlacing at times with Gris’s tongue against you. You paid attention to Gris’s movements, making sure not to press yourself too hard down on him, and laughing a bit when you felt him pull you down closer.
Enjin’s hands were on your hips then, placed on top of Gris own, and in a low voice asked
“Flip around; Gris can you let her flip around? I want to eat her ass, please?”
Immediately approving of the idea, you lifted your hips up letting Gris detach his mouth from you, and you heard him approve and add on “get your fill quick - I’m close.” Enjin gave you a quick kiss as both men helped guide your weakening legs to face the other way over Gris face. You looked down and locked gazes with the man below your cunt - his face wet and blissed out from you, eager for more as you gently lowered yourself back down on his wanting mouth.
Enjin used his hand to bend you over, where you couldn’t necessarily put your full weight on Gris, but when you felt a gentle nip on your ass cheek, and then Enjin’s tongue graze against your asshole, it made up for it in full. The three of you quickly got back into a small rhythm, allowing you to jerk your hips against their mouths, while Enjin’s own hips and hands made Gris shake beneath you - his closeness showing in how he seemed to tremble under the two of you. It was only a few more minutes until you heard Gris whine, “I’m close, I’m- haa,” you felt Enjin mutter the word “fuck” against you as you felt Gris’s grips on your legs tighten ever so slightly along with his orgasm. You felt him breathe heavily against your pussy as Enjin continued his relentless assault on the both of you.
When Gris’s movements slowed, it felt like there was a silent agreement between the two of them as they both suddenly laser focused on you. Gris used the tip of his tongue to rub your clit just right as Enjin used his own to lick up and down everything he could - using his nose to nudge your asshole and perineum. The feeling of both of them ravishing you made you last only just a few seconds, maybe a minute, but at least blissful and perfect seconds, before your band snapped and you quickly muttered your own arrival. You heard Gris moan in approval as Enjin whimpered against you as you came; juices gushing out of you and dribbling down Gris chin and neck. They let you ride your orgasm out as you needed, hips jerking and legs twitching as you felt the grip of lust release you beat by beat, until you were spent and almost collapsed down.
You lifted yourself so as not to smother Gris, and you felt Enjin’s mouth leave you as you gathered yourself together. Lifting your leg to unwrap yourself from Gris, you turned your head back to see Enjin kneeling, an almost annoyed look on his face as he continued stroking himself, panting and still hard but clearly not as close as he’d hoped. You realized Gris noticed the same thing as he let out a gentle laugh as he sat up, wiping his chin to try and clear off some of the mess you made.
“Take your time, it’s not a race,” he assured. You observed the two, with Enjin’s annoyed expression melting off as he stopped stroking himself and leaned back, using both arms to keep himself propped up. As your senses of everything returned to you, the euphoria of your orgasm gently fluttering down, you were suddenly aware, and embarrassingly unsure, of where to go from here. You were aware of the scene around you, the two men sharing this bed with you in the dim room in a place you’ve never been. You were on a mission and it was successful, yes, but what was…what was this now that you’d calmed down? Now that the tension had peaked? You felt yourself shiver a bit as the cool air around you made you feel your sweat, the wetness between your thighs. You closed your eyes, if only for a moment to try and re-focus. This happened. It’s…it’s happening , and you snapped back to the present. Gris came, you came, and then…Enjin was still waiting. You were surprised Enjin didn’t cum yet, especially given how well he led the two of you. But you knew you didn’t want to leave him out of this. Couldn’t make this a bad experience for him after you and Gris peaked. Surely you could do something, and you found your voice again,
“What would you like from us?” You asked him. Gris gave you an approving look as Enjin’s expression was hard to read, but he looked to really be contemplating. When he looked you in the eye his expression further softened, and with a sigh he muttered, “I do like it when you look at me like that. Keep doing that”
“Yeah?” Gris goaded him on.
“Y-yeah,” Enjin stuttered (stuttered?? Somehow this was more surprising than the moments that just transpired). He groaned and flopped himself dramatically back onto the bed, head hitting the pillow, “that’s what got me riled up in the first place.”
“What were you thinking about then?” Gris asked, moving himself to place a gentle hand on Enjin’s inner thigh, “by the window sill?”
“I was…” he started, “I was thinking about fucking the shit out of both of you. Of course we can’t do that right now but…”
Gris’s hand moved up Enjin’s thigh, getting to his crotch, then cupping his balls in his hand - despite expressing what he did, Enjin was still visibly hard, cock able to stiffly twitch as Gris went to stroke it. Suddenly, he was in the lead of you both, and you wondered at his experience…you knew it was your first time being in a three way, but…Gris? You wondered how much you still didn’t know about him. The man looked over to you and nodded for you to join him, and you obliged, sitting on Enjin’s other side. You ran your hands on Enjin’s lower abdomen, taking a moment to appreciate his body. You heard his breathing hitch a bit as you gently grazed your nails on him and Gris focused on the tip of his dick. There it was you thought, that’s the new goal . His body was well built, visible abs but nothing too showy. He looked like a model in this environment, tattoos matching some of the patterns on the blankets, and despite how they were blacked out you could see the details in the light that seeped in from the lamplight outside. It illuminated him better by the windowsill, but even here…and his tattoos looked so beautiful on him. You traced your fingers along some of the patterns, feeling him react in tandem with the strokes Gris gave him. Goosebumps rose on his skin in some places. When you reached the circle tattoo on his belly, you thought he looked so good…so you decided to voice that.
“This tattoo looks really nice on you, Enjin.”
“It does,” Gris agreed. Enjin bit his lip and put his hands down on the bed, mumbling a thanks as it finally seemed like he was getting somewhere. You continued to touch his body, deciding to continue with the compliments, telling him how sexy he was, how good it felt when he tongued you earlier, Gris adding in his own compliments, mentioning how hot it felt feeling him grind into him, how easily he took lead. Your hand joined Gris in pleasuring Enjin’s member and balls, and making sure to tell him how hung he was (which was true…you wondered if he’d fit alright when proper fucking would be on the table), maintaining that eye contact that drove him to start this whole thing in the first place. His hands were already tightening their grip on the blankets, and, had it been Gris grabbing them, you’d be worried about them being ripped.
It surprised you how quiet he was when he came, vouching more to breathe hot and quick out of his mouth, his head lurching back, eyes closed, and twitching just a little more when Gris called him a “good boy.” He painted his own torso with thick spurts of white, small whines coming through his voice signaling you and Gris to slow down and ease up as he rode out the rest of his orgasm. With the final one of the trio cumming and laying in bliss, the room felt comfortably quiet and warm. You decided to try and take initiative, giving Gris a kiss, then moving to give Enjin one once he came down from his high, and climbed off the bed. You went to the bathroom to grab towels, quickly cleaned yourself of your lingering wetness, then walked back to join the boys, Enjin now sitting up with him and Gris sharing a gentle kiss. You helped clean off Enjin’s abdomen, Gris wiped his face where he was still wet from you earlier, and everything else before the three of you collapsed back on the bed.
You were in between the two of them again, Gris and Enjin working, like gentlemen, to pull the blankets over you. You wanted to embrace both of them tightly - wondering if you could put one arm underneath each of them and suffer the consequences of sleep permeating your arms as payment. Enjin turned to face you and Gris, laying on his side and wrapping an arm around you - and while you anticipated him preparing to say something…he was suddenly out like a light. Gris turned towards you both, you looking up at him and smiling, while also realizing you were now officially trapped by Enjin’s grip. Gris joined him in the entrapment, deciding to cross his arm over you and you moved your own arms to adjust your hands so they could be placed on top of theirs. With all of you connected like this, and the warmth radiating from them surrounding you, sleep came fast, and easy.
—
“So about that,” Enjin began, touching his collar as he drove down the highway, “we got a late start.”
“How late?” You heard Semiu ask.
“Uhhh, what time is it?”
“Enjin…”
“We left like, 10 minutes ago.”
The silence was so loud as you tried to hide a laugh in the backseat, Gris doing the same as Enjin prepared himself for the lashing.
“ You were supposed to be here in 10 minutes from now .”
“Hey,” Enjin tried to recover, “in our defense, the bed was really comfortable.”
You could all hear Semiu barely conceal her grumble “damnit.”
“Alright - I’ll ask Team Child to cover your asses for this next job, which was local and easy, by the way. So now you owe them when they get back for covering for you three.”
“We’re sorry Semiu!” You made sure to add.
“You!” she countered, “ you are the one I’m most disappointed in - Enjin? Sure. But you and Gris? I’m shocked. ”Before you could retort, Semiu added, “I expect you to explain yourselves in the report about the mission.” You smiled
“Yes ma’am!”
“Alright - well, drive safe. See you all later.”
With the call ending Enjin could finally laugh.
“Make sure to draw the positions we were in last night in the report ok?”
“Oh god,” Gris responded, “don’t even joke about adding that,” he turned to you, “please don’t add any of that to the report.”
“Goodness!” You exclaimed, “of course not! I’ll just say we were exhausted and the food kept us up.”
“That works,” Gris said, sounding too relieved, as if you would ever humor telling Semiu what exactly happened on the assignment. You smiled as Gris turned on the radio to cycle through stations, and you felt a sense of excitement come over you, realizing that this was all the start of something. You wondered if the two of them would be open for future encounters, especially in the comfort of your own quarters. Or maybe a hotel, with bigger beds. Like Enjin said, you could do a lot more back at HQ with proper accessories around. As the radio reached a rock station, Enjin waved Gris’s hand away from the radio and turned up the dial. The car flooded with the sounds of smooth rock as you eased in your seat to prepare for the long trek back, feeling content.