Notes: Thank you so much my amazing boyfriend who, once again, beta read and fixed all my errors. Thank you sweetie pie <3
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Marc traces his hand along the body lying in his arms. It is warm, comfortable, and safe in his mind, and his tired brain won't consider more than that. He touches the edge of consciousness, but the sweet grip of sleep has yet to let him go. The body shifts under him with a sigh, and Marc mumbles softly, "Steven."
Layla's laugh wakes Marc up abruptly. He blinks his eyes clear of their tired blur, and after a moment too long, he acknowledges Layla watching him flounder around. She has a fond smile on her lips that grows when he pouts at her.
"So, you're cuddling with Steven now, hmm?" Layla teases, shifting over to face her husband.
Marc clears his throat and looks around the room for what to say. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't encounter anything, and Layla's amusement goes smug.
"You're cuddle buddies with Stevie? Yeah, you were all over me thinking I was him." Layla walks her fingers over Marc's chest.
"I was not," Marc denies, "I was dreaming."
Layla rolls her eyes, tracing shapes over Marc's pectorals, before directing her finger lower down to his abdomen. She drew Marc's attention lower and said, "must have been some dream, huh?"
Marc peeks below her finger and catches the tent of his cock underneath their blanket. He reddens and hides it, poorly, with his hands.
"Oh, god, no that is not about, um," Marc attempts to explain his boner away, mortified, and Layla dares to laugh at him.
Marc scowls, and Layla stops, quickly soothing him, "no, wait, I think it's silly and cute, love, you're alright,"
Marc stares at Layla, his head reeling with the rush of emotions he had woken up to, and it becomes overwhelming fast. He doesn't move his hands or anything, and it isn't until he jolts a little on the bed that Layla realizes what's happened.
"It's just something that happens," Steven sheepishly says, refusing to look at Layla.
Steven's hands remain firm where Marc left them, and he can feel his cock still shamefully hard despite his embarrassment. Layla shifts and draws his attention to her soft, sympathetic expression.
"I was just messing with Marc, Steven, it's alright, I promise," Layla whispers, just loud enough for Steven to hear, and he nods.
Marc fades into the mirror beside their bed with a huff, drawing Steven's eyes to him. For Layla, it looks like Steven is watching his own reflection intensely, but for Steven, he sees Marc, standing looking at him with blown pupils and a flushed face. He eyes Steven like prey, but there's a very clear barrier between them that Marc seems unhappy with.
"Your messing wasn't misplaced... I suppose we had a good dream." Steven keeps his eyes on Marc, "a really, m'really good dream."
Layla raises her eyebrows, "oh, well," she trails off, playing with the blanket.
Steven's eyelashes flutter as he stares, and Layla watches for any change in her partner, but he shakes his head, remaining Steven. He looks at Layla before bringing his hands together with a clap and shifting to leave the bed.
"Well, I'll go handle this, cheers," Steven, clearly still flustered despite the heavy dissociation fogging his brain, stumbles out from under the blanket.
Layla lets him sway momentarily before speaking up, "I mean, I could help you with that, if you, or– um– if both of you would want that."
For a beat, Steven stands in shock, waiting for Layla to laugh at her own joke; she doesn't. She remains seated in their bed, looking like a work of art in the dim lighting. Steven swallows, and he glances at Marc in the mirror for reassurance. Marc, who kept abnormally silent through the embarrassing bit, smirks at Steven.
"You can say no, Steven," Layla reassures when the silence doesn't end.
Steven darts between Marc and Layla, and he timidly replies, "yes, I think that could be nice," he points towards the mirror, "Marc says yes too."
Layla's eyes go dark and it makes Steven's insides flutter. She crawls out from under the blanket and pats the still-warm side Marc woke up on. Steven creeps over and sits stiffly on the bed, still trying to hide his aching bulge. Layla always observes them so well, and Steven, usually grateful, can't help how it makes him feel like a gazelle amongst lions. Marc, hungry and wordlessly watching from the mirror, and Layla tracing her hand up his arm. It feels overwhelming in a strangely good way, something Steven has never felt before.
"You look nervous, baby." Layla brings her hand up to gently cup Steven's cheek.
"Well, yeah, yeah, I mean I've never been in this situation before as myself," Steven chuckles uncomfortably.
Layla maneuvers Steven to look at her. His eyes dance over her face, tracing down her nose and locking on her soft lips. He remembers those, and, if nothing else, he could kiss her. He leans in and presses their lips together. Although he initiates, Layla leads the kiss. She kisses light at first, dancing their lips in a passionate waltz, before deepening it with guiding fingers running through her partner's hair. Steven chases the kiss, and when she teases her tongue against his lips, he melts into her mouth. Layla turns Steven into putty with her kiss, and Marc surveys them from his place in the mirror. Layla moves on the bed while Steven chases her kiss. Smoothly, she situates herself in Steven's lap; then, she breaks the kiss, causing him to grumble in protest. Layla shushes him and looks towards the mirror, despite being unable to see Marc, acknowledging the other man in the room as she rocks her hips against Steven's clothed cock.
Steven chokes out a broken, "blimey-" and Marc moans.
Layla sighs happily and continues to rock her hips, enjoying the light friction through the boxers she has on, and Steven happily grips her hips for her to continue.
"Does that feel good, baby boy?" Layla purrs.
Steven nods, biting his lip, "yes, shit, yes."
Marc chuckles, echoing in Steven's ears, and he teases, "yeah, 'baby boy', you like how good she feels, huh?"
Steven moans again, eyes rolling back. He nods his head excitedly to answer Marc.
Layla pets Steven's hair gently and pulls him in for another kiss. He continues to moan into her mouth, and she catches a high whimper as she slides her hand under the loose waistband of his trousers. Layla keeps him right where she wants him for the kiss as she wraps a hand loosely around his cock.
Marc growls in the mirror, "that's it, Steven, fucking beautiful you two."
Steven pulls away with some force to gasp for air, and Layla pants with him, tracing her thumb over the tip of his cock. He pushes into her hand, chasing pleasure, and she lets him. Layla watches him intensely with half-closed eyes, and just when Steven feels himself getting close, whining high for more, she takes away her hand, leaving his cock leaking a steady stain of precum onto his pants.
"That's cruel," Marc mocks Steven, causing him to whimper again.
Layla looks far too satisfied with herself as she sits back in front of Steven. He pants evenly, patiently waiting for Layla to move, and she rewards him by grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head.
"Oh-" Steven bites back another strangled sound as she grabs her chest, letting both men watch.
Steven finds the notion that things could be better than this to be quite impossible, but he's quickly proven wrong. Layla leans back against his legs and wiggles her hips out of her boxers. Drool slips past Steven's open mouth, and he stares dumbly at the glistening wetness between her legs.
"You like the view, huh?" Layla teases, rocking her hips a bit for him to watch.
"Very much," Steven extends an unsteady hand towards her and gently spreads Layla open, careful as if his touch could break her.
Layla makes a pleased noise and grabs his wrist. Steven's eyes go wide with worry that he did something wrong, but, much to his surprise, she brings his thumb to press against her clit. He glances up at her for reassurance, and she bites her lip. With the same pressure she had used, Steven strokes circles around the little nub. Layla moans like a beautiful song, rocking with his movements.
"Just like that baby," Layla praises, "use your other hand too."
Steven squints and glances at the mirror. Marc laughs and holds up his ring and middle finger, making a 'come here' motion. Steven blushed outside of his arousal and nodded eagerly. Layla watches Steven, but she doesn't see him move his hand closer to slowly insert a single finger inside of her cunt. She moans, taking it deep inside. Steven watches, struggling but ignoring his throbbing cock to focus on Layla. She writhes on his finger perfectly, and when she wants another, she asks with a beautiful moan.
"She's gonna let you fuck her, y'know," Marc whispers in Steven's ear, "and you're gonna look so good doing it."
Steven gasps softly, "please, god yes."
"Fuck- what's he saying?" Layla asks, rocking with Steven's movements.
"He, mm–" Steven's words are cut off as he feels the ghost of Mark's touch on him, "he says I'm gonna look good fucking you." Steven curls his fingers inside Layla as Marc had shown him.
Layla gasps, "Oh yes, more, Steven, please- I'm gonna cum, fuck!"
Steven raises his eyebrows and nods stupidly, going faster, giving more. He moves his fingers inside Layla and listens to her breathless gasps as she tightens around his fingers. She mindlessly grabs for the bed, and with a scream, she cums, hot and wet all over Steven's hand.
"That was..." Steven slowly removes his fingers, taking in the creamy mess that strings between the digits, "...beautiful."
Layla's chest heaves as she recovers, basking in the afterglow, but she still registers what Steven says and smiles.
"That's one way to put it," she teases, bringing herself back to a seated position where she can look into Steven's eyes.
He nods, bringing his sticky fingers curiously to his lips. He darts out his tongue and tastes the sweet nectar of his partner's pleasure; sweet, salty, perfection. Layla blushes and steals a kiss before Steven can stick his whole finger in his mouth, forcing him to lay back and put herself on top again.
"Now it's my turn to watch you." Layla runs her hand over Steven's chest and drags it back down with the faintest claw of her nails across his skin. Steven arches off the bed with a gasp.
Layla grabs his trousers with both hands and slides them slowly down his legs, letting his cock spring up and slap against his body with its force. She watches him like a carnivore eyeing a piece of meat, licking her lips as his cock leaks precum on his chest.
"I'm gonna watch your face as I sit on your cock," Layla hums and wraps her slender fingers around Steven's cock, "and I'll watch when you cum inside of me."
With her words and the sweet pressure of her hand stroking his length, Steven could barely manage to squeak out, "please, Layla."
Layla gives a final glance at the mirror, drawing Steven's attention to Marc who now had his cock in his hand, moving it with Layla. Steven moaned softly at the sight before quickly snapping to Layla as she rubs his sticky cockhead against her shiny slit. The feeling of her, hot and wet, makes him gasp, out of breath, and she gives him no time to recover as she sinks down on him, taking inch after inch like it's nothing.
"Oh my days, fuck, Layla, Marc, fuck," Steve spits out a spew of garbled swears and moans as her tight hole engulfs his cock.
Layla grunts and lifts herself nearly all the way off before sitting back down to the hilt, pulling another string of nonsense out of Steven. He uses one hand to dig into her side, clawing crescents into the flesh, and the other to pull at his own hair as his head spun.
"You look like a mess." Marc's voice is deep and sultry.
"O-of course I'm a mess, Marc- fuck, it's so good," Steven scrunches his eyes closed and fucks his hips with Layla as she finds a steady rhythm to ride his cock.
"You're beautiful," Layla remarks, arching over to kiss Steven while she continues to grind her hips.
Steven moans into her mouth, and he feels her react with a tight squeeze around his cock. He deepens the kiss, knocking their teeth together without care, and he could feel how it turned Layla on. The wet sound got louder between them, and Steven took advantage of their close position to wrap his arms around Layla and hold her in his arms. She could barely move her hips, and Steven took charge.
Marc pushes in Steven's mind to feel his pleasure, still using his hand as he watched Steven fuck Layla brainless. Steven felt the presence of Marc, like someone riding shotgun, but he didn't stop. He moans right into Layla's ear as her head falls to the crook of his neck, gasping about how perfect she felt.
"Just like that Steven," Layla breathes over and over, grinding back on each bottomed-out thrust Steven gives. Steven's voice becomes strained, and he struggles to speak through the overwhelming pleasure.
He felt so close, but instead of Steven, Marc moans in his wrecked, American voice, "fuck Layla, we're gonna cum, baby."
Layla moans deeply and forces herself up; she moves out of the weakening hold Marc had. He looks down at Marc, and his face softens again in the beautiful way Steven always does. His eyebrows furrow as she continues bouncing on his cock, giving him no chance to catch his breath. She reaches a hand down and strokes her clit, moaning for Steven to cum inside her.
Steven screams, wordless, as he comes, gasping for air and throwing his head back against the pillow. He bucks up into Layla roughly, carelessly, and he can feel when Layla reaches her breaking point as his cum pumps inside of her. She trembles, tightening around him, and he slumps back against the bed with Layla grinding against his cock. When it becomes too much, she lifts herself off his cock, and Steven groans, watching as his cum sticks them together with a thick wet line.
Layla flops down beside Steven in bed, who stares blankly at the ceiling. She thinks to speak for a second, but his unfocused eyes give her a clue. After a few moments of silent breathing, Steven blinks and shakes his head with a satisfied sigh.
"That was perfect," Steven chuckles, looking over at Layla, then past her to Marc in the mirror.
Marc smiles and sighs, "that was good, darling."
Steven blushes lightly at the pet name and turns his attention to Layla, who continues to fondly watch her partners.
"Was it..." Steven looks uncertain for a moment, the question was it good for you, too not reaching his tongue.
"It was amazing mm, fucking brilliant," Layla interjects, wrapping her arms around Steven so she can kiss his cheek.
Steven beams overjoyed to have done well, especially for his first time.