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It's been miserable out the last few weeks, and it's only getting worse with all the storms. Hot and humid and beyond uncomfortable to deal with. At first you were thankful for not having summer classes but once you discovered your apartment's air conditioner doesn't actually work, you really wished you had an excuse to be on campus in those lovely cold temperature controlled rooms.
At this point you're unsure if it's worse inside your apartment or outside it, relying on two ceiling fans and one standing for some sort of cool air control. You’ve taken up suffering a twenty minute walk to a nearby café to cope. Paying for drink after drink while finding some busy work or games on your tablet, only leaving when you could no longer stand sitting in the booths or the employees shoo you out.
You’ve been trying really hard not to let it slip to Atlas or Soleil that your AC unit broke, worried that one of the two would most likely offer to replace it; as if the appliance's price was no big deal. And though the two have done their best to assure you not to worry about their finances, having helped supply you with some home staples in the past, let alone all the times they've stolen the check when the three of you would go out to eat, you still feel awkward about accepting much from them. You love them, not their wallets.
Your landlord refused to help, saying how it was an old unit from a previous tenant and not provided by them so they have no requirement to help get it fixed for you. It'll be fine, you just have to wait until your commission payment comes through and then you can see about repairing the current one or getting a new one. Which should hopefully be any day now, and ideally before the heatwave melts your entire being.
You sigh, then start to pack up your belongings and clean up all your trash from the few hours you've spent cooling down in the public space and begin the dreadful walk back to your apartment. By the time you make it inside, you’re fairly certain you've sweat out every fluid in your body. The good news is the sun has finally set, which means it’ll get about a whole whopping five degrees cooler soon.
After kicking off your shoes, and swinging by the fridge to get a quick drink, you go open up all the windows in your apartment to try to get some of the slightly cooler night air to start blowing in. Next stop is to your bathroom to scrub off in a lukewarm shower, once you feel clean you let the water cool down more and fill the tub; giving yourself a short soak to help cool you down further. You only get out once you start to feel human again; toweling yourself off, dressing into your underwear, forgoing any sort of pajamas, and don’t even think about bothering to blow dry your hair before you get yourself another drink and a quick meal before trying to settle in for the night.
Much like you expected, the apartment does cool some but not really enough to make sleep come easy. You sigh, “Looks like another night of some late night painting.” Sitting up from where you laid on top the covers of your bed you hop off of it and walk towards the art studio part of your studio apartment. You sit down on the stool and collect your paints and brushes, eyeing where you left off on the landscape half painted on the canvas and glancing out the open window to compare it and decide where to start.
You paint until the deep navy blues of the sky you were using as a model shifts into warmer hues and your eyes become heavier than the layers of pigment you’ve been applying to your work. It’s not much cooler overall but your body is certainly exhausted enough to let you pass out. You do a quick clean up to save your supplies before ungracefully plopping back down onto your bed; hoping for more than a few hours of sleep before you become overheated again.
You weren’t as sneaky as you thought, though both Atlas and Soleil kept letting you think so. While it may not have been super common for the three of you to hang out at your place, you actively trying to avoid letting them over and then seeing your location ping at the same cafe for hours over the last few days while you were normally a homebody when chatting with them was evidence enough of their suspicions. The two were no strangers to how miserable the heat could make someone.
Atlas would prefer to blast that AC till hell freezes over so he can remain comfy and cozy in his hoodie, while Soleil strips down or rotates in and out of a cold shower to wash off whatever sweat he does manage to get his body to make off before he feels too dirty. The two know from past visits to your apartment that you should have a standard window unit similar to theirs and they especially know how awful it is when those units crap out on you.
They told themselves they’d give it and you a week to get sorted before they’d graciously force a new one upon you; they couldn’t just sit by and let their little Love suffer in this heat like they have before. And well, that time limit was now up, so here the two are, waiting outside your doorstep a little after eight in the morning; Atlas carrying the large box housing the appliance while Soleil knocks at your door.
Both were already feeling the heat of the day despite the early hour and uber ride from the store to your place; it should be a crime for it to already be over eighty degrees (26.7C) at the start of the day. Maybe the two should have dressed a bit lighter, more attuned to the weather than their usual fits, but they didn’t really think too much about how much hotter it was going to feel walking or lugging around a medium weight appliance in the heat; they at least were able to get Atlas’s hair off the back of his neck, for as little relief as it could bring the man.
“Sunshine, it’s us!” Atlas eventually put down the box as Soleil continued to attempt to get you to wake up and answer the door. So far knocking as well as messages were going ignored; which was a risk of trying to surprise you. “Are you home?” They debated about using the spare key to let themselves in, just to drop off the box, then they would leave, but before they could get it out, you finally answered.
The door opens up, showing you beyond groggy and still out of it, more zombie than living human being at the moment; certainly not awake enough to process the fact you went to sleep in just your undergarments and went straight to answering the door in them as well. A few moments pass with you nodding off leaning on the door while the two just stare. Eventually Soleil reaches over to grab the handle and slowly closes it while making sure you don’t get caught in the door before he turns to Atlas, burning redder than he was minutes prior.
“Atlas, I think we have heat stroke.” The freckled blonde says in a seriousness that doesn’t match his heated fluster of seeing their partner answer the door almost nude.
The door opens once more, with you looking just as tired but more confused while both men get another eyeful of your undressed state. “Guys? What’re you doing?” You ask, voice slightly mumbled in your sleepy state of mind.
“I don’t know, looks pretty real to me. Too detailed to be heat stroke.” Atlas hums with a grin, appreciative of getting a second glance before Soleil closes the door again, though much faster this time with the confirmation that the lovely sight in front of them was real and not a heat induced fantasy.
“S-Sunshine!” Soleil yelps, making sure to hold the door closed in case you try to open it again. “Please put some outside clothes on! B-before you open up to let us in again!”
Atlas chuckles as he leans close to his boyfriend whispering near his ear in a tease, “You know it’s not the first time we’ve seen them dressed like that, in fact, we’ve certainly seen them in less.” Snickering when the blonde swipes one hand at him to get him to quit it.
You’re still half asleep and will most likely stay that way for another twenty minutes but you zombie walk over to your dresser to find something to change into; whining slightly to yourself about how you don’t want to put more on because of the heat. Rummaging around you spot something to wear that would work for both Soleil’s request and your own; an almost metallic black string bikini with matching thong bottoms.
Originally it was a bonus item you got from some online shopping and it wasn’t something you wouldn’t ever wear out swimming in public but kept just in case. You don’t think you’ll ever find a more perfect time to wear it than now. Your sleepy mind giggles as you strip out of your underwear to put on the swimsuit that covered even less of your body than they did.
“Okay!” You call out, “I’ve changed, you can come in.” Your front door opens once more, Soleil stepping inside with a nervous glance before his voice catches in his throat and he stops midstep.
“Sol, come on, keep moving.” Atlas grunts behind him, “This thing might not weigh a ton but that doesn’t mean I want to keep holding it longer than I have to. It’s hot and I’m already sweaty enough.” The raven haired man nudges his partner out of the way enough for him to slip by before he catches sight of what had the blonde stuttering in his tracks. He lets out an appreciative whistle as he kicks the front door closed behind him. “Well good morning Starlight~”
You giggle, taking a few showy steps just to watch their eyes feast over you. “Good morning boys. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You tease, feeling your mind start to awaken the more flirty you become. Atlas finishes walking the remaining distance to set the air conditioner unit on a counter.
“We came bearing a gift but didn’t expect to be getting one even greater in return.” He smirks, shamelessly continuing to enjoy the sight; only further delighting when you give a purposeful spin to show how the back was practically all thin straps that leave very little to their imagination.
“Y-you said you changed!” Soleil manages to get out through his fluster, his eyes darting back and forth between wanting to stare over every bit of exposed skin and his need to look away for the sake of modesty and to not arouse himself further. “You were supposed to change into outside clothes!”
“Hm? I did though, Honey Bear,” You answer with a teasing hum, a few steps closer to the tall blonde and a fake pout on your lips. “Do you not like my swimsuit? I put it on just for you and everything. I suppose if you don’t like it though I could just take it off…” You bring a hand towards your back, playfully twirling the end of a strap.
The response you got from him wasn’t quite words to get you to stay dressed, so much as a garbled noise that made you giggle some more before you decide to quit teasing the poor man and turn your attention and body to the box Atlas brought in.
“So what did you bring?”
“A replacement AC.” He replies, “We couldn’t keep letting you melt away during this heatwave in good conscience but I’m starting to think maybe it’d be worth it a few more days if this is how you’d dress.”
“Attie!” Soleil whines, his hands covering his face from the view of you from behind. “J-just hook it up already. Please! For all of our sake!”
You and Atlas both chuckle at your poor flustered boyfriend, though he does do as Soleil requested and gets to work on unpacking and swapping the units. Soleil very pointedly pays close attention to the instructions that came with it; trying very hard to ignore the way you hang around them while they work.
Even with the cooler night air and the fans running, the three of you have a light layer of sweat gleaming on your skin by the time it’s all set up. The first few seconds of cold air that start to blow in from the unit is a blessing you almost want to cry from having. Though the guilt of them once again going out of their way to splurge on you starts to weigh on you now that you’re fully awake.
“You guys really didn’t have to do this.” You say softly while helping Atlas pick up the leftover packaging, “You’ll let me pay you back right? I should have it in a few days, when my next commission comes through.”
Soleil waves his hands a bit frantically to dismiss your question. “You don’t need to, it’s not a big deal! We don’t need your money, Sunshine! It’s fine!” His immediate refusal just makes you pout and feel more guilty for accepting their gift in the first place; it’s only after you catch Atlas once more admiring your suit do you decide on a slightly mean way of trying to get what you want.
You walk away from them to gather up a clean bucket and soft wash cloth, filling the bucket with warm water and your body wash before bringing it back into the large room that was your apartment. You set down the container of soapy water near your bed before you reapproach the two.
“Well if my money is no good to you I guess that just leaves me with one option left, and that is service~” You taunt, pressing yourself up against the tall blonde; letting your fingers walk up his chest and stand on your tiptoes so you can easily reach his neck to pull him down for a kiss all the while enjoying the whistle from the sharp intake of air through the small gap of his front teeth.
Although you caught him off guard, Soleil meets your kiss with his own; too eager for another to realize you’ve backed him up against your bed. With a gentle push you have him falling on top of your mattress with a surprised gasp; a light groan when you climb up to straddle him. Between a few more increasingly sloppy kisses, you start to unbutton and pull off his shirt.
“You both worked up a sweat for me right?” You hum, pulling back from your partner to reach into the sudsy bucket for the washcloth you left in there. “The least I could do is help remove it~” You wring out the excess water and bring the cloth over, letting it drip slightly onto your exposed skin before bringing it the rest of the way to lightly rub against Soleil’s neck while you start the next round of kisses. You pop the last kiss with an audible pucker of your lips before turning back to look at your raven haired boyfriend who got left behind. “Though I can only do one of you at a time, is that alright with you Attie?”
Atlas had been staring down every move you made, his hands twitching to want to be on you, wanting to be pulling at those thin straps that tease more than cover, wanting to drag his finger down the line that vanishes between the plush of your ass; slap and grip over the taunting flesh you’re showing off for just them more and more as each moment passes. You can feel the hunger in his dark eyes as much as you can see it, it just adds more fuel to your fire and has you wiggling excitedly in place.
He comes closer to stand behind you, slowly shedding his clothing till he’s less dressed than you; then places a kiss at the junction of your shoulder before sliding his mouth and nose into your hair. He takes a deep breath to inhale your scent before letting it out to blow over your ear; loving how you shiver in response to him.
“That’s fine Starlight,” He hums, his hands finding the perfect place on your hips before placing another kiss on your neck. “I can keep myself entertained while you work just fine~” You giggle and press yourself back against him in a light tease before turning your focus back to the needy freckled blonde in front of you.
“Now that that’s settled, let’s get started cleaning you up, Sol honey~” You coo at Soleil and start teasing the rapidly cooling cloth over his heated skin. You kiss at his neck where you had previously wiped while running the washcloth over the other side, mirroring your touch as you go down his neck to his collarbone; once at the base you give a firmer kiss, lightly sucking to leave a faint mark.
Each small whine and moan your freckled partner shares has you humming into him, his body lightly twitching and wanting to thrust up into you where you rest above his crotch; Soleils hands gripping into the blanket on your bed with his growing need for more makes you want to hurry things along just as much, but this is supposed to be a service for your loves and you wouldn’t want to skimp out on it either.
You lean back off of him to rewet the cloth, slowly twirling it in the water before squeezing the excess out again to restart the process; though this time you purposefully trail the dripping rag over Atlas’s shoulder and arm, giving yourself a small moment to admire the way the droplets trail down his muscles before you turn back to the task in front of you.
Atlas chuckles lowly, letting you have your little fun before he returns it with his own; dragging his teeth across your shoulder to press harsh nips and deep love bites over your skin. The hands he’s placed on your hips hold tighter as he starts to guide you into grinding down over Soleil’s hardening length, making both of his loves gasp out a breathy moan from the pleasurable friction.
Those rough kisses trail back up to your ear, his teeth lightly pulling before he whispers, “Better get back to it little Mouse~” He hums into another kiss before burying himself back into your neck, enjoying the deeper essence of you your body is providing him from the heat; your aroma and taste stronger than he normally gets to start off enjoying so quickly.
Your answer back is more a whimper but you do try to return your focus fully to the sensual wipe down of the tanned skin below you; Soleil sitting up slightly to help with the full removal of his shirt before a hand goes to card through the base of your hair and pulls your lips to his in an equally hungry and sloppy kiss and dance of tongues. The two of you practically breathe each other’s air while you dutifully drag the cloth over his flushing skin.
Again you pull away to rewet the rag, though this time your blonde whines at the loss, his hand trying to pull you back the moment you parted from him. Since you don’t let him, he decides to mimic Atlas, nuzzling his face into the other side of your neck; breathing deep and letting his heated breath blow out over your sweaty skin before his affection renews against you. Having them both nipping and sucking at your neck limits your movements, leaving you making short jolts of your hips as you’re sandwiched between them.
A vitiligo hand leaves your hips to comb through wavy blonde locks, a careful firm tug at the base of Soleil’s neck moves his wet kisses from you over to Atlas’s lips as the man claims those kisses for his own. You take a moment to watch the two, Atlas easily and skillfully leading the make out, giving you a slight smirk with hooded eyes when he notices you watching; before you lean away to clean off and soak the washcloth again.
You had already washed off Soleil’s arms, neck and parts of his upper torso and judging by the increasingly louder moans and whimpers, your tall blonde boyfriend is getting desperate for more than just teasing touches and hot sloppy kisses; and admittedly so are you. It’s a bit awkward of a motion, but you manage to get Atlas enough off of your back to give you more room to slide the damp cloth across Soleil’s chest and down to his hips, lightly teasing his nipples as you place a trail of kisses along the same path; moving yourself off of the blonde’s lap and onto your knees off the side of the bed.
Your free hand toys with the edge of his corduroy pants, fingers dipping along fabric and skin as you kiss below his navel. “Soleil, may I-” You start to ask permission to remove his bottoms to continue towards your goal, and he breaks away from Atlas’s lips to interrupt you.
“Y-yes! Yes! Please! ” He pleads, lifting his hips while he helps tear away the remaining fabric covering his body. You giggle along with Atlas’s chuckle, throwing the discarded clothes further off to the side near where your vitiligo loved tossed his prior. Soleil pulls Atlas back to him, eager for more of the mind melting kisses while you squeeze more liquid from the washcloth over the freckled skin in front of you; loving how that enormous length twitches with each cold drop.
You drag the cloth back over to recollect the water, paying attention to every spot but the main area you know he wants touched most. When he keeps attempting to twist his hips into your touch, you rewet the washcloth in the now cold water and bring it back to his navel and slowly drag it down to the base of his dripping cock. You coo at his mumbled whines at the cold touch, following the wet trail with heated kisses and licks.
Atlas moves his mouth from his lips to start placing deep kisses and nips along Soleil’s freckled cover neck; only moving from one spot once he could see the dark hued result of his affection mark his love and you figure now is a good as time as any to push the blonde further as he tucks his face into Atlas’s neck to attempt to return the favor.
As you settle into a comfortable position between Soleil’s legs you feel a hand claw up your back, fingers toying with the thin straps at your neck until they fall away; sliding down the front of your chest and causing the small scraps of fabric that conceal your breasts to fall down and leave you exposed for the two to properly admire. The blonde’s heated length slots itself right at home between the plush of your breasts.
“Opps~” Atlas playfully sings with a knowing smirk on his lips and you try not to giggle or moan as his hand draws teasing lines across your open skin. You let him have his fun and go back to starting your own, one hand lightly stroking Soleil while the other gently massages the wet cloth along his balls as you press your lips to his freckled skin; moving down to the base of his cock before trailing the kisses up to the beading tip.
You lick at your lips, letting the back of your tongue slide over the head before you part your slicked lips to bring around it. Soleil moans out a mumbled version of your name as you start to take him further inside, one of his hands darting to grasp at your head, and feeling how much he’s already twitching and tensing; you know your pretty boy won’t last much longer and you give a firm suck and hum around his head, letting your tongue twirl in time to help tip him over.
His hips raise off the bed with a shout, and his hand pushes your head down further onto him as he cums inside at the back of your throat, his tip fighting against your gag reflex before you can pull back some to not choke.
“Really now, Sol baby, you’re going to make your poor little Bunny choke right at the start? Not even going to let them work up to that themselves?” Atlas pulls the blonde's hand from your hair with a teasing scolding towards him and a click of his tongue. “Guess I’ll just have to hold our pretty boy’s hips still so that doesn’t happen again.”
Your raven haired partner moves off the bed to rest next to you, one of his hands engulfing Soleil’s hip to hold him in place and the other trailing down your back to toy with the tiny strap above your ass; you push out against his hand in encouragement.
You hum out a thanks, but don’t stop lavishing Soleil’s length with attention, even when he whines about how sensitive he currently is from just climaxing; the three of you have safewords for a reason. Your focus on the blowjob starts to wane as you feel Atlas’s fingers dip lower to press around the soaked swimsuit bottoms with his own appreciative groan.
“Such a naughty little rabbit aren’t you? Already soaked through, just as needy as our Soleil~” His words are hot against your skin as he sucks another mark. You whine around Soleil’s cock as you attempt to take it further inside your mouth, from Atlas’s soft praise as well as two of his fingers circling around your entrance. “Don’t worry though Starlight, I’ll help you out. You just keep on going, just like that. Yes, look at you, so lovely, so perfect~”
He starts to press them further inside in time with your own bobbing motions, each time you pull back with your mouth the further he thrusts those large fingers in; it’s a delightful cocktail of pleasure that has you moaning faster and longer with each repeated cycle. You’re a drooling mess around Soleil’s cock, able to work yourself a little over two thirds of the length before you struggle to take any more; though Atlas’s praise mixing with Soleil’s moans becomes an intoxicating fuel to make you keep trying. One hand stroking at his base to cover what you couldn’t swallow while your other holds the mostly forgotten washcloth against the inside of his thigh.
Soleil throws himself back on your bed, his hands gripping into the blankets again in an attempt to keep them from pushing you further down on him again the closer you work him back up to another release; Atlas still dutifully keeps his hips from bucking up into you while watching both of you start to lose yourselves in pleasure.
“Aa-ah! I’m- mn- ” Soleil starts to mewl out, and while you try to give your sweet Honey Bear more of what he’s wanting, Atlas in turn doubles down on his efforts to make you reach your own peak. Fingers that were more leisurely scissoring and stretching, now purposeful in striking against that sweet spot inside you each time.
“Hold off just a little longer, pretty boy~ I know you can do it for me.” He coos to the squirming and whining blonde. “Just a bit longer, let your little Bunny cum first. They’re so close for us, I can feel how much they’re tensing, just waiting to fully clench down on my fingers.”
“P-please! Please, S-sunshine!” Soleil whines, “Please cum! Please!”
You start to struggle in your rhythm, Soleil’s moaning pleas and Atlas’s heavenly fingers winding you up and past your breaking point as you reach your climax with your own cry being muffled by the cock in your mouth; your walls squeeze harshly against the thrusting fingers inside you as your hips twitch in time to each orgasmic wave Atlas guides you through.
“ Ah! F-fuck! I-I can’t-, I’m-!” Your moans vibrating blissfully over Soleil’s tip still partially down your throat tipping your freckled love stumbling after your peak with his own. Atlas coos soft praise to you both, how well you both did for him; his pretty little loves, so perfect, just for him. After you swallow down every hot drop that was shot into your mouth, you pop off Soleil’s length for some frantic breaths of air; your mind hazy from bliss, love and a lack of oxygen.
Atlas lifts you off the floor and lays you on top of Soleil. The blonde quickly latches onto you, pulling you into heated kisses before you have to turn away for air again, then he moves to place those same affections onto your neck; breathing in deep and heavy along your skin to savor your scent in the moment, riling himself back up, eager to make the smell stronger. You feel him throb against you, wanting more of the pleasure your body can provide.
“ Mmn~ ” You groan out from a rough kiss against your collar and freckled hands squeezing and kneading at your chest. “ Sol, it’s Attie’s turn. ” You try to plead to the lust hungry blonde below you, who in turns just whines that you’re trying to get him to stop.
Atlas chuckles, unsurprised and amused by his love, as he runs his hands up the back of your thighs, giving a quick slap to your ass and watching the plush jiggle in response, then he makes short work of your thong bottoms; removing them in a swift motion to leave you bare. You can feel him start to press up behind you again, his own neglected member just as hard as Soleil’s below you, and he slides it between your folds to collect your dripping slick before he glides it back and forth between your sex and Soleil’s; creating a delicious friction for you all to enjoy.
“Don’t worry Starlight, I can keep myself entertained while you recover and entertain him just fine~” He leans over you to start kissing along your back, teeth sinking just enough to leave marks. “Then we can move on to the main course.”
