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“Ow, you fucker stop – for fuck’s sake,” Evan exclaims, clamping his hand down on Barty’s knee where it’s lying on his lap, “Stop moving your bony ass around.”
Barty wiggles some more, jostling Regulus as well with the force of it. “Oh, but you love my bony ass,” he retorts with a shit-eating grin, trying and failing to kick his legs into Evan again. Evan doesn’t let him, iron grip keeping him in place. It just results in Barty’s head and shoulders moving even more violently in Regulus’ lap until Regulus sharply snaps at him to cut it out . Barty does so with a huff, though his grin doesn’t fade.
It’s a familiar scene. The three of them, bickering with some horror show on in the background they’ve stopped paying attention to ages ago. Barty is splayed over their laps, his head cushioned by Regulus’ thighs and his legs folded over Evan. Evan’s one hand is clamped around Barty’s thigh now to stop him from moving, while the other is stretched over the back of the sofa. His fingers absentmindedly brush against the sensitive skin of Regulus’ neck now and again, igniting a shiver Regulus needs to suppress every single time.
The three of them, connected. Intertwined.
It's familiar, and it’s comfortable. Not quiet, never quiet, not with how talkative Barty is around them, not with how talkative Regulus gets around them, but somehow soothing nevertheless. Safe. The three of them have been like this for as long as Regulus can remember, ever since they met in their first year of uni. All so very different, but somehow it works . And Regulus, touch-averse Regulus, had slowly learned to loosen up and accept their physical affection. The hugs, the lying all over each other on the couch. These days it’s easy, mindless. Lovely.
Yet, there’s something else today. Regulus can’t quite put his finger on it, but there’s a certain charge in the air. Some kind of tension which makes his skin prickle with anticipation. It feels different . No less comfortable, but different.
It had already started the moment he stepped into the apartment, giving Barty a quick hug hello. Barty had held on a moment longer than strictly necessary, lingering just passed how long he would normally hold onto Regulus. Different, but not extraordinarily so. But then Regulus had greeted Evan, and when he turned back he caught a weird exchange of looks between the two of them, and that hasd happened twice more since.
Something is going on, but Regulus doesn’t know what.
He doesn’t like not knowing.
Evan is talking now, low voice telling them a story about one of his coworkers. Regulus tries to pay attention, but Barty’s hand has started distractedly tracing circles into his upper thigh. It feels nice, but dangerously so. Regulus buries one of his hands in Barty’s hair to keep them busy, shoots him a quick half-smile at the grateful look he gets in return. Mostly, he tries not to squirm in place at the sensitivity of his thighs, at Barty’s skilled fingers pressing softly into the skin through his jeans.
Regulus isn’t stupid; he knows his two friends are attractive. Scratch that, he knows he finds them attractive. Has found his eyes lingering on exposed stomachs mid-stretch, has found his hands running over wiry muscle and his mind wandering to low sleep-scratchy voices.
But this steady comfort between them? It’s too important to risk it. So he shall have to make do with those moments, those thoughts, and it’ll have to be enough.
He cards his fingers through Barty’s hair once, making it stick up a little. Barty sticks his tongue out at him, exposing the barbell in his tongue. Regulus has to look away for a moment, tries not to imagine how that’d feel on his own. Would it be a shock, to feel that metal against his lips? Or would he barely even notice? Evan is talking still, something about zombies now and Barty is answering and Regulus isn’t sure how that happened but his thoughts are somewhere else entirely.
Barty’s hands are wandering, slowly creeping up on Regulus’ thigh, softly massaging the muscle of it. Regulus doesn’t notice at first, too caught up in his thoughts and the gentle lull of his two best friends talking and laughing with each other. It’s soothing, somehow. He gets lost in it a little, forgets to pay attention. It’s only when Regulus suddenly becomes aware of the silence that he registers Barty’s hand softly rubbing at the inside of his upper thigh. When had he gotten that high up?
Regulus sharply looks down at Barty, trying not to show his surprise. He should tell him off, or slap his hand away. Should make a joke about it, like he normally does, let out a little forced laugh when Barty will inevitably make a joke about his ego being wounded. He should.
He doesn’t. This time, he looks down at Barty and the words dry up in his throat at the look in those eyes. Where Regulus expects to see the oh so familiar mischief in them he now sees only wide, dark pupils, something unreadable in them. It sends a shiver through Regulus, who suddenly can’t find any words at all anymore. Helplessly, he shoots a look at Evan, only to find his eyes just as dark and intense, trained on the two of them. Expectant . Excited.
Something hot washes over Regulus, dancing down his spine. He’s sure a flush must be crawling onto his face at the scrutiny. He gets the insane urge to move, to do something . There’s too much attention on him now, the weight of their gazes heavy on his skin. The sound of his throat clearing is loud in the living room. The show has been turned off at some point, Regulus faintly thinks, leaving now only the sound of their breathing, the sound of Regulus’ heart beating in his throat.
“What?” he asks uncertainly, voice only barely above a whisper. He doesn’t know who he asks the question to, eyes flitting from Barty to Evan quickly. The tension is rising, Regulus can feel it, not only in him but in them too. Something unspoken, unfurling in the silence.
Barty’s hand has stopped moving, is now just resting on Regulus’ thigh. Regulus finds his fingers twitching in Barty’s hair, which seems to snap Barty out of whatever he’s thinking.
“Nothing,” he says, voice coming out just a little scratchy. Then, a quick glance at Evan, another one of those silent exchanges, before he sits up a little on the couch. He leans on the cushion next to Regulus with his elbow, upper body turned towards him. Regulus tries not to miss the warmth of his hand immediately. “It’s just – you look,” Barty pauses, struggling with the words for a moment, “ beautiful .”
A flush rushes to Regulus’ face, warmth exploding under his skin as he tries to figure out how to respond. They don’t do this. The complimenting thing, and certainly not like this . With reverence . Regulus swallows, uncertain what to do with this strange tension. He feels his pulse fluttering in his neck, certain he knows this kind of tension. Knows it from brushing hands, breaths caught in throats. From feverish making out against walls, clothes strewn on bedroom floors.
But never with them .
Barty is still looking at him like that , dark eyes trained on him and now Regulus can recognise that want in it, that need. It’s dizzying, something he never even considered getting to see. Regulus opens his mouth to reply but can’t find the words, and so he closes it again. This can’t be happening.
He looks to Evan for support, certain this must be some twisted joke, only to see that desire mirrored right back at him. More, there’s a small smile on Evan’s face, just an uptick of the corners of his lips. He looks confident, lounging in the corner of the couch and looking at them. Looking at him . He’s sure his cheeks become even pinker, sees that smile grow a little. And then, inexplicably, Evan gives him the tiniest of nods. It’s alright , he seems to be saying, believe it .
Cold fingers gently touching Regulus’ jawline pull his attention back to Barty. Barty is sitting even closer than before, leaning into Regulus’ space. He can feel the heat of him, feels him balance himself through the points of contact. Can smell him, something warm and spicy. His senses feel heightened, hair raising on the back of his neck.
Barty moves slowly, as if trying not to spook a frightened animal. His fingers slide from Regulus’ jawline to his cheek, touch growing firmer until he’s cupping his cheek. The touch is incredibly gentle, gentler than Regulus knew Barty could be. Unwillingly, his breath stutters in his chest, and Barty’s eyes flick to his lips.
“Evan and I –” Barty breaks off, voice just barely above a whisper. His eyes jump back to Regulus’, and Regulus can see how wide his pupils are. His heart thumps loudly in his chest, breath stuck somewhere halfway down his lungs. “We’ve been – well. We discussed –”
“We want you to join us,” Evan interrupts, voice steady and certain. Regulus feels his heart skip a beat before it doubles down and starts pounding even harder . His breath wooshes out of him, and he can still feel Barty’s eyes on him when he turns his own wide eyes to Evan.
“What?” He stupidly asks. Evan still looks the same, casual and confident, like nothing out of the ordinary is happening. Like he hasn’t just exploded Regulus’ mind with his words.
Evan smirks, and Regulus gets the sneaking suspicion he knows exactly what he’s doing. Suddenly, he looks much more imposing, much more present than he normally does. When he speaks, his words come out clearly, “You heard me.” There’s no question.
Regulus doesn’t know what to do with his face, with his hands. The blush on his cheeks must be fierce, and his fingers tense on the couch cushion. He’s no virgin, not by far , but he’s never had a threesome before. Let alone a threesome with his best friends .
That doesn’t mean that he hasn’t thought about it before. It’s no secret that the two of them fuck sometimes. Regulus has seen their dynamic, their flirting. He’s heard them joking about it, has seen the bruises pressed into Barty’s throat, or, on that one memorable occasion, his wrists. Regulus has spent many moments trying not to think of the two of them together, of them tangled together, of the sounds they make as Evan presses Barty into the bed, as he –
Barty is studying Regulus intently, breath held. He looks tense, eyes blown wide in anticipation. Regulus feels the same, a sharp contrast to Evan on the other side of the couch, casually observing them as if it doesn’t matter what Regulus decides.
Regulus has the creeping suspicion that he might not have been as subtle about his thoughts as he thought. Maybe that’s what pushes him over the edge. The knowledge that somehow, Evan already knows what he’s going to do. It gives him that final bit of courage to do what he’d otherwise be too scared to do; heart pounding, he nods. He’s still a little breathless, and so his voice is breathy when he confirms, “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
“Yeah?” Barty mimics him, leaning in even closer. Regulus brings up his own hand, cards it through that dark hair again but this time it’s different, this time he’s allowed to pull him in closer. He can feel Barty’s shuddering breath on his own lips.
“Yeah I’ll join you,” He breathes out before closing the distance.
The first brush of their lips is tentative, barely any pressure behind it. Just the glide of warm lips, of a tiny sigh against Regulus before Barty steadies himself and pushes Regulus back against the couch. Regulus lets out a surprised sound as Barty swings his leg over his lap, straddling him. One hand settles on Regulus’ jaw, but Regulus barely has time to process it before Barty is hungrily kissing him, drinking him in. Like he got one little taste and now has to get more , has to take what he wants before Regulus takes it away from him again.
Regulus gives as good as he gets, uses the hand in Barty’s hair to angle his head a little differently, so he can – there. Regulus prides himself in being a good kisser, and the half-moan Barty lets out when Regulus swipes his tongue over his bottom lip confirms it. Barty opens up for him wonderfully, tongue sliding out to meet Regulus’ and oh, yes, okay. There’s a swooping sensation in his stomach when that piercing drags over Regulus’ tongue, over his lip. Regulus chases it with his own tongue, and can feel just the slightest smile on Barty’s lips when he realises.
And Regulus, well. He loves making out, okay? He loves discovering his partner, loves exploring and trying and finding out what works . He loses himself in the slick glide of them, the sensation of hands roaming over his body, through his hair. In the warmth of Barty’s body pressing closer and closer, in the little sounds which slip out in the space between them and encourage Regulus to do that again. A thrill runs through him when Barty rolls his hips and Regulus can feel his hard-on pressing into his own crotch, and he kisses him back even more ferociously, hand fisting into the fabric of Barty’s shirt and twisting .
He’s all but forgotten about Evan being there, too lost in the sensations of it all, until another hand settles on the back of his neck. Startled, he pulls back to blink at Evan, who is suddenly much closer than he was before. Barty’s spit is still slick on his lips when Evan kisses him. The difference between the two is startling; where Barty let Regulus take the lead, Evan immediately takes control. He sets the pace, pushing into Regulus and letting him chase him back when he takes the pressure off. It’s maddening, and Regulus is helpless to the little headrush it induces in him.
His hand is still weakly clutching onto Barty’s shirt so he feels Barty’s muscles shift as he moves. Evan’s hands are on his neck, in his hair, and suddenly there’s a hot mouth mouthing at the place where his pulse flutters unsteadily in his throat. He gasps into Evan’s mouth, a sharp inhale followed by a punched out moan. Evan just kisses him even harder. The intensity is almost bruising but Regulus can’t get enough of it, keeps pushing back even though he’s all but cornered. He feels like he should move , nerves firing rapidly at all of the places he’s being touched, he’s being kissed and squeezed and gripped .
At some point Evan pulls back, and without taking a break pulls Barty back harshly from Regulus’ neck by the hair and claims his lips instead. Regulus is left panting, watching his best friends making out right there in his lap. It’s a filthy kiss, mouths opening against each other and Regulus can see their tongues sliding together, can see that tongue piercing catching the light. It’s almost more arousing to watch them go at it than to do it himself, to see and feel Barty’s desperation, Evan’s easy dominance.
Experimentally, he runs a hand up Barty’s thigh. Heart pounding, he brushes it over the place where Barty’s jeans are straining, and is rewarded with a low moan and a twitch of those hips. The response emboldens him, makes his hands more greedy, more eager. He lets them roam while his eyes feast on the pink high on Barty’s cheeks, the way Evan’s jaw moves as he licks into Barty’s mouth. He can feel his own cock twitch in his pants, and is sure his boxers are soaked at this point. He can’t help it; there’s so much touching and so many sounds and so much warmth , and Barty keeps twitching into him and it’s all so good.
Evan breaks the kiss, thumbs at Barty’s swollen lower lip. His other hand is fisted in Barty’s hair, tilts his head back. His eyes are still sharp on Barty when he says, “You look so pathetic right now.” Barty lets out a breathy little laugh, face turned to Evan but his hands on Regulus. “Doesn’t he, Reg?” He tacks on then, and Regulus had almost forgotten he was a part of this at all before he was spoken to.
Barty seems to realise it at the same time. His pupils blow out when Evan harshly tugs his head around so he’s facing Regulus. Barty does look very fucked out already, lips swollen and hair messy. His eyes are dark and desperate , and Regulus has to close his eyes for a moment against the rush that rises to his head at the sight of him.
“C’mon, Reg,” Evan says again, tugging Barty’s head from side to side as if to draw his attention, as if all of Regulus’ attention is not already focussed on him. “What does he look like?”
This is one of Barty’s things, Regulus realises then, his mind slow to catch up. He can see the anticipation in Barty, in his tense muscles, in the way his breaths are shallow. So he opens his mouth, and finds his voice comes out clear and steady when he says, “ So pathetic .”
Barty closes his eyes, tilting his head back into Evan’s hand a little. Regulus can see the effect it has on him, the way he damn-near shivers . Feels the thighs around his own tensing for a short moment, as if Barty has the same urge to move as Regulus has. A thrill zaps down Regulus’ spine so violently he has to take a moment to just breathe , especially when he steals a glance at Evan and sees that glint of pride in his eyes. He doesn’t get it. Evan releases Barty then, and he immediately pounces on Regulus again to hungrily kiss him like his life depends on it.
Regulus’ world narrows down to the points of contact, of Barty pressing into him from the front, Evan to the side. It’s hands, and mouths, and lips and tongues, and it’s one pair of lips being exchanged for another. It’s shuddering gasps, a hand palming at his sides, at his neck. It’s fingers teasing at his thighs, drifting close to where Regulus is growing hot and needy and then disappearing as quickly as they came, leaving Regulus to take his frustration out on the pair of lips in front of him, the skin under his hands.
At some point Evan pulls Barty away from Regulus again, leaving Regulus to try and catch his breath. He’s sure he looks a sight. His cheeks feel hot, and his lips swollen and sensitive. It feels like his neck might have bruised too, the skin still tacky with drying spit. One glance at Barty reveals he’s not doing much better. The thought of just how worked up Regulus must look has his cheeks darkening even more. Evan, in contrast, looks as composed as he always does. His lips are redder than they normally are, but other than that he looks – normal. Calm, in control. Eyes assessing and calculating.
It's hopelessly hot.
Evan urges them to get up, and Regulus does so in a daze, head a little slow. His legs feel unsteady, and his heart is pounding away in his chest as he’s pulled along by Barty. Anticipation. Excitement . He’s unsure of what’s going to happen, has no experience in this. Normally, he’d feel apprehensive, maybe even a little anxious. But one look at his friends has all of that uncertainty quieting down; these are his best friends. They’ll take care of him.
Once they reach the bedroom, though, his mind sharpens a little again. He doesn’t quite know where to go, feels a spark of that familiar anxiety and so he hesitates just over the threshold. Evan has no such qualms; he strides over to the bed and sits down on the edge. Then, he pats the spaces on either side of him, making a thrill run through Regulus. Oh God, is he really going to do it? Is he really going to – to sleep with his best friends?
Barty is quick to follow the unspoken command, letting go of Regulus’ hand to settle next to Evan. He’s rewarded with a kiss, deep and slow, like Evan is trying to take away some of that nervous energy, is trying to slow him down. Barty’s eyebrows furrow, and he turns into Evan even more, makes a small sound in the back of his throat when Evan’s hand comes to rest on the seam of his jeans. They look – like they trust each other. Like they know each other.
And just like that, Regulus knows. Yeah, he is .
Evan detaches from Barty when he feels Regulus settle on the mattress as well, welcoming him with some more open-mouthed kisses, slow and steady. Just the right thing to shut his brain back up. Without his mind to interfere, it’s easy to follow the natural flow of things. There’s more hands and more mouths, what was so new on the couch now feeling warm and familiar already. Shirts and jeans are lost, miles and miles of soft skin begging to be explored revealed. Only Barty still has his clothes on, and Evan makes no move to pull them off. When Regulus’ hands twitch towards Barty’s shirt, gentle but firm hands push him away. Regulus doesn’t ask, mouth a little too preoccupied.
Regulus finds his hands wandering again, this time over Evan’s muscular thighs. He hesitates only a moment before he brushes his hand over the crotch of Evan’s boxers, feels his thick cock beneath the fabric. He nearly moans himself, but is glad he didn’t because it would certainly have overshadowed the choked off noise Evan makes in the back of his throat.
“Yeah?” Regulus asks, now boldly pressing his hand down more firmly. Barty is sitting beside Evan, mouth latched on his throat. He makes an encouraging noise, and Regulus strokes Evan through the fabric, earning himself a low moan. With a willpower Regulus isn’t sure he’d have in that situation, Evan gently pushes Regulus away.
“Yeah,” he confirms, pushing his boxers down his legs. His cock springs free, slapping against his stomach with a wet little sound. It’s big, and the head is shiny with precum already. Unashamed, Evan kicks his socks off to leave him completely naked in front of his two friends. Regulus’ mouth waters looking at him, at the wiry trail of hair leading from his belly button to his cock, at the muscles shifting beneath his skin as he leans back onto his elbows.
“Like what you see?” Evan says, and it’s framed as a question but Regulus knows he already knows the answer to that. He’s sure he could see it in his eyes, if only he could look away from the cock now resting against his belly. “Hm, I’m sure you do,” Evan adds when there’s no response, “Want to have a taste?”
Regulus snaps his head towards Evan, unused to this type of boldness. Evan just raises an eyebrow at him, spreading his legs a little as if in invitation. Barty, still clothed in his t-shirt and jeans, leans forwards but Evan grabs him by the wrist before he can reach out and touch . “I wasn’t talking to you ,” he says, and his tone makes Regulus’ stomach somersault. It’s so different from the teasing tone he talks to Regulus with. No, it’s harsh and commanding. It’s hot , even when not directed at Regulus.
Barty seems to think so too, because his fingers twitch in Evan’s hold and he lets out something which can only be described as a low whine . “C’mon,” he pleads, fingers twitching again, “You know it’ll be good.”
“It’s Regulus’ turn now,” Evan says, and those words make Regulus dizzy with want. To be talked about while he’s sitting right there; it fucks him up just a little.
“I – yeah,” Regulus says, and then tentatively shuffles so that he’s lying on his belly, face to face with Evan’s thick cock. He’s given plenty of handjobs before, plenty of blowjobs too, but it’s different with two sets of expectant eyes on him. He flushes under the attention, but bravely reaches out a hand to close around Evan’s cock. The skin is soft and satiny beneath his fingers, and when he swipes his thumb over the head it comes away wet and sticky. He feels clumsy, but it only takes a few twists of his wrist to find a rhythm, to find that familiarity.
Evan doesn’t make any sounds, but Regulus can feel his thighs tensing beneath his chest and lets that embolden him. He leans in, hand resting at the base of Evan’s cock while he ghosts his hot breath over it. Pauses, waits there for a moment. It only takes two breaths before Evan makes an impatient sound above him. “Fucking tease ,” he grits out, and then there’s a hand in his hair which pushes him down.
He tastes musky and salty when Regulus closes his mouth around the head. His eyes close on their own accord as sinks down, tonguing along the velvety skin as he goes. The hand in his hair pushes him further down, and then pulls him back up again. He lets it, relaxes into it, follows the rhythm that’s being set. Slurping, sucking, drooling down the shaft as he lets himself be moved. He – honestly, it’s kind of nice being moved like this. Not having to think about it. The hand pushes him down even further and Evan hits the back of his throat. Regulus chokes a little, tears pulling at the corners of his eyes and hips helplessly twitching against the bed, but the hand doesn’t let up.
“ Barty,” Evan hisses from above, and suddenly Regulus is being released so he can suck in a large gulp of air. His muddled brain takes a second to catch up with that, to realise that it had been Barty guiding his head up and down, using Regulus like a doll to suck Evan off. A shiver runs through Regulus, and his hips twitch against the bed.
“Oh, you like that,” Barty breathes from opposite him, “you’re such a slut , I knew it.” He sounds absolutely delighted. Then the hand is back but it’s pulling Regulus into a bruising kiss right above Evan’s cock. Regulus goes, doesn’t even think about it anymore. His hips twitch into the mattress again, hard cock trapped in his boxers and desperate for some friction.
Hands push their heads down, and this time they must be Evan’s because Barty’s hands are still on Regulus, and suddenly they’re making out with Evan’s cock between them. There’s spit everywhere, and Regulus licks over the head, meets Barty’s tongue for a second before parting again. It’s wet, and hot and so arousing Regulus genuinely can’t think anymore. His hand is still loosely curled around the base of Evan’s cock, and so he experimentally twists it. There’s a hiss from above, followed by a hand clutching at the back of Regulus’ neck, so Regulus does it again, and again and again and again.
“God,” Evan bites out, and his voice sounds strained, “you guys are a fucking vision right now.” Regulus twists his hand again as Barty trails his piercing over the head of Evan’s cock and there’s a groan from above. “ Fuck , look at you guys. So slutty ,” he groans, and Regulus actually whimpers against him. “Oh Reg, you like that, huh?” It’s mocking, and something must be so very wrong because it makes Regulus whine, hips shoving desperately at the mattress. “Such a desperate little thing,” Evan comments, and that. Yeah. Okay.
Evan fists Regulus’ hair, pulls him away from his cock. Regulus goes with a gasp, a string of spit still connecting him to the shiny head. “Are you? Desperate?”
Regulus bites at his swollen lips, and from the corner of his eye he sees Barty pulling his mouth off of Evan as well to watch him. He’s starting to learn, mortifyingly, that he likes their eyes on him. Likes being watched, like being studied like this. “Yeah,” he breathes out, and it isn’t more than a whisper but it draws a sharp, sharp grin to Evan’s face.
“Hmmm,” he hums, and it’s so mocking and Regulus is so gone because it makes his cock throb, “Want us to do something about that? Huh?”
Regulus is sure they’re going to have to scrape his brain back together at the end of this. He nods, or, tries to nod but the fingers in his hair are holding him too tight to do so. “Yes, yeah,” he says instead, words stumbling out of him unevenly, “I – yeah, please.”
“Oh, we’re begging ,” Evan exclaims delightedly, and Regulus has to close his eyes against the rush running through him. “Do you hear this, Barty? He’s begging . So needy for it.”
Regulus whines, and then Evan is manhandling him until he’s lying on his back. Regulus’ eyes focus on the crotch of Barty’s jeans next to him, cock straining against the fabric. He reaches out a hand, but Evan slaps it away, much more harshly than before. “No,” he says, “Barty’s clothes stay on.” Barty makes a low sound, but one look from Evan has him quieting down.
Regulus wants to ask, his lips already moving to start the why that’s on the tip of his tongue but before he can Evan is hooking his fingers in Regulus’ boxers. He tugs slightly, just enough to expose the dark of Regulus’ hair but not all the way down yet. There’s a question in his eyes when Regulus looks at him. Regulus recognises it for what it is; a final you sure?
Regulus nods, and the moment passes.
Evan tugs his boxers off, pausing for a moment as he holds them up to reveal the crotch wet and shiny with Regulus’ arousal. There’s a smug smile on his face, one which Regulus hates to admit is super fucking attractive. It brings the blush back to his face, though he stubbornly tries not to outwardly react.
It doesn’t help that Barty whistles lowly next to him before commenting idly, “Wow Regulus, I didn’t know you liked us that much.”
“Shut up,” Regulus mumbles back, “I don’t.” He pulls his legs up and in a little bit in a faint attempt to hide, but Evan grabs them and pulls them back out in a heartbeat. Regulus’ stomach flips in his belly when he roughly pushes them apart, exposing his wet cunt and achingly hard cock.
“ Really ,” Evan says, tone still so smug Regulus wishes he could strangle him from where he’s laying, “Because to me you look pretty worked up.”
“I can be worked up without liking you,” Regulus gasps out in reply, though it’s weakened significantly by the way his breath stutters when Barty runs a hand over his chest, tweaking a nipple in the process. Barty grins sharply, and then does it again. Evan chuckles as Regulus arches off the bed with another gasp.
“Whatever you want to tell yourself, Reg,” Evan says, fingers drawing small circles on the insides of Regulus’ knees. His skin is tingling, muscles twitching, as he wills the fingers to move up , to get closer to the place he desperately wants Evan. “Just know that we know the truth . ”
Then, he abandons Regulus’ legs to sit back, and Regulus has to bite back a whine at the loss of contact. He suddenly feels horribly exposed, all naked and spread out in front of his two friends. Involuntarily his legs pull together again, and Evan makes a tutting sound before reaching out his hands to roughly push them apart. “No need to be shy,” Evan says, and his tone is so steady that a tingle shoots down Regulus’ belly, “We already know you’re a slut. You don’t have to pretend.”
A flush rushes to Regulus’ cheeks, one he’s sure makes its way down his neck with how warm it feels. Evan looks at Barty, something passing between the two of them Regulus can’t quite interpret. Then, Evan’s warm hands leave his legs and suddenly Barty is sitting between them, Evan settling next to the pair of them. Close enough to feel his warmth, but not touching.
“Now, Barty,” Evan says, and Barty perks up. His hands settle on Regulus’ inner thighs again, just like they had on the couch. Now though, there’s no fabric to separate them, and so when Barty squeezes it pulls at Regulus’ skin in a delicious way. His gaze is just as hungry as his hands when it sweeps over Regulus before settling on Evan expectantly. Evan waits until it does before he says, “Have some fun with him, hm?”
A thrill rushes through Regulus so fiercely he has to close his eyes against it. Apparently, those words were all Barty needed; he dives in, mouth nipping at Regulus’ knees, at his thighs, as Regulus’ stomach swoops in his belly. The hands on him knead and push, like they can’t choose where to go, what to do, and so they do everything in quick succession, roaming and moving up, up, up until they’re resting in the creases of his thighs, pushing Regulus’ legs apart until they won’t go any further. His thumbs press into the skin wet with Regulus’ arousal, and when they slip a little Barty moans.
“So wet,” he breathes against Regulus’ skin between kisses. “So fucking worked up.” His mouth nips at the crease too, and Regulus’ skin tingles with the almost . He lets out a breathy sound, squirming a little in place like if he just moves down a little, maybe he can move so Barty’s mouth –
“He is, isn’t he?” Comes Evan’s voice from the side, almost pensively. Not for the first time tonight, Regulus had almost forgotten he was here. Regulus squirms some more, and then a warm hand pushes against his abdomen, pushing him down in place as Barty’s mouth ghosts over him, hot breath washing over where Regulus wants him most. Regulus whines involuntarily, his hips now twitching in place as he’s held down. “And we didn’t even do anything yet.”
“I –” Regulus starts, ready to defend himself, but he doesn’t get any further than that before a warm mouth closes over his twitching cock. His words taper off into a moan, hands flying down to grip at Barty’s hair. It feels good, to finally be touched after being worked up for so long. Barty moans against him when Regulus’ fingers tug at his hair, the vibrations rumbling through Regulus and making him throw his head back. Arms wind around his thighs, hands folding over the tops to hold him in place as Barty starts lapping at him like a man starved.
Evan hums next to him, a pleased sound, and removes his hand from Regulus’ stomach. Regulus doesn’t even really notice, too preoccupied with the incredible pleasure between his legs. Barty is too good with his mouth, tongue swirling around Regulus’ cock before moving to his wet cunt instead. The noises are obscene , and Regulus finds his hands tightening until he’s pulling . God, but it’s intense , Barty’s mouth on him and hands squeezing, Evan’s hot and heavy gaze on his face. Regulus finds himself panting, overwhelmed with sensation.
“Don’t,” Evan snaps then, his voice so commanding it makes another bolt of arousal shoot through Regulus. For a second he is confused, but then Barty whines and Regulus realises that hadn’t been said to him. “You can touch yourself when I tell you to.” Regulus hadn’t even realised one of the hands around his thighs had left until it returns to squeeze even more tightly. God, but the idea of Barty touching himself while eating Regulus out -
Suddenly there are hands on his chest, and Regulus’ eyes shoot open to look at Evan. Evan isn’t looking at his face, his eyes instead focussed on where his fingers are idly tracing circles around Regulus’ nipples. He looks – indifferent? Politely interested, almost. It’s fucked up how even that makes heat build in Regulus’ stomach, his cock twitching against Barty’s tongue. It’s even hotter when Evan’s fingers pinch , and a small smile tugs at his lips when Regulus folds up with a punched out breath in response.
“Oh my God,” Regulus gasps out then, the first words he’s managed so far, and one of his hands leaves Barty’s hair to grip at Evan’s wrist. “ Fuck .” Evan tuts, and with one hand grips Regulus’ to keep it in place as his other continues playing with his nipples, pinching and twisting as Regulus tries to squirm away but can’t, held in place by Barty’s hands around his thighs.
It’s so overwhelming, all of the sensations muddling together into one big puddle of good . The tongue at his cunt, the nose bumping into his cock, the skilled hands tormenting his nipples until they’re puffy. Evan’s heavy gaze on his body as he arches his back, his hand clamped tight around Regulus’ one wrist. Regulus is gasping, hips twitching helplessly and fingers flexing in an attempt to grip but coming up empty.
“Oh my God ,” He says again, and this time it’s answered by a low chuckle from Evan. Barty makes a sound, something like a whine or a moan, before pulling Regulus more into him and doubling his efforts.
“No God, baby, just us,” Evan says, and then he twists Regulus’ nipple again.
It’s too much. Heat is building in Regulus’ stomach, his muscles clenching and breath coming out in short gasps. He throws his head back, mouth opening and eyebrows furrowing. His thighs tense, every single muscle in his body quivering as it builds and builds, that string in his core pulling taut until it snaps .
He comes against Barty’s tongue, thighs clamping around Barty’s head and closing him in. Barty isn’t deterred; he keeps going at it, eats Regulus through his orgasm as he whines and squirms, as the pleasure wears off and is replaced by the blinding overwhelm of Barty lapping at his overstimulated cunt.
Regulus moans, twists, clenches his thighs but nothing is enough to shake Barty who has latched onto him like a dog with a bone. It doesn’t help that Evan is still stroking at his sensitive nipples, occasionally pinching and pulling a little.
“I – I can’t ,” Regulus gasps out, but Evan coos at him, hands coming up to frame his sweaty face instead.
“Is it too much?” he asks, and although his tone is dripping with mockery his eyes are serious as they survey Regulus. There is not a doubt in Regulus’ mind that he’ll put an end to it if Regulus tells him to. And everything is too much and it hurts, but it hurts in a good way, and so Regulus with a quiet whine he shakes his head. Evan’s proud smile as he pats Regulus on the cheek gently is enough to make it worth it.
Still, he tells Barty to stop in a stern tone. Barty whines, keeps going, but then Evan moves down to grab a fistful of his hair and pull him up. Regulus gasps in relief, his cunt and cock angrily throbbing in the sudden coolness of the room. He can feel how wet he is, the way it’s dripped down the creases of his thighs, his ass. He is sweaty all over, tacky and sticky with it. His curls stick to the side of his face, but he can’t find the energy to lift his hand to wipe them away.
Instead, his arms lay limply next to his body as he watches Evan pull Barty into a messy kiss. Barty moans into it, his hips pressed against Regulus’ thigh with the way he’s being pulled into Evan. Regulus can feel the hardness of him pressing into his skin, and that coupled with the knowledge that Evan is currently tasting Regulus on Barty’s tongue is enough to make another tingle of excitement spark in his belly.
It's mesmerising, the way their tongues show sometimes, the wet sounds of their kissing. Their breathing, loud and laboured in the quiet. Barty whines something into Evan’s mouth Regulus can’t make out, but Evan shushes him softly, a hand stroking his cheek. Barty’s hips twitch again, and Evan pulls back to smile at him sharply. Insanely, even while completely naked and holding a clothed Barty, Evan looks fully in control.
“You’ve had your fun,” Evan says, and Barty whines again, trying to move forwards to kiss Evan again. Evan doesn’t let up though, his hand buried deeply in Barty’s hair and keeping him in place.
“But –” Barty starts, but is silenced by a wince when Evan pulls even harder.
“Enough,” Evan says, and Regulus’ thighs twitch at the tone. Barty’s eyes stray down for just a moment, as do Evan’s, and then another small smile forms on Evan’s face. Predatory. Hungry . “Don’t you think I should have some fun as well?”
Regulus’ heartbeat, which had been slowly calming as he came down from his high, kicks up again as the implications of that settle into him. Barty is nodding breathlessly, yeah, yes, you should before moving from between Regulus’ legs, shuffling on the bed until he’s out of sight, positioning himself behind Regulus.
Regulus, who still feels like his legs are made of jelly, is helpless to watch as Evan takes his place, warm hands settling on his knees before slowly sliding up to the tops of his thighs. That uptick of his lips is still there, and his pupils are blown when he looks at Regulus. Still, that commanding tone has lost its edge when he asks, “You good?” Instead, he sounds a little soft. Fond, almost. Like the Evan Regulus knows.
And so, belly twisting and heartbeat battering in his ribcage in anticipation, Regulus quietly responds with a yeah , and Evan’s smile softens hopelessly for a second. “Good,” he says, that same soft tone, “Tell me if that changes, yeah?”
Again, Regulus nods, and then strong and familiar hands are lifting his shoulders. Regulus helps, sits up a little so Barty can settle beneath him, pulling Regulus into his lap. Those hands stroke the curls sticky with sweat from his face gently. Regulus tilts his head to look up at Barty upside down, and finds blown pupils watching him back. His lips are red and swollen, and his chin is still wet. Still, when he leans down to catch Regulus’ lips in an upside-down, impractical kiss, it’s gentle too.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” Barty mumbles as he pulls back, and Evan makes a sound of agreement from where he sits between Regulus’ spread legs. Still, Regulus feels exposed, and it doesn’t help when Evan slides down a hand to thumb at his swollen cunt. He whimpers in response, can’t help it with how sensitive he is. The muscles in his stomach jump, and Barty’s hands come down to rest on his shoulders, subtly holding him in place as his thumbs rub soothing circles into the feverish skin. “Look at you, all relaxed and whiny ,” he continues, voice rough with disuse. “Who would’ve guessed, huh?”
Evan chuckles lowly, fingers leisurely smearing Regulus’ wetness all over his cunt as he squirms. His thumb brushes against Regulus’ cock, and it feels like a fucking live wire with the way something violently zaps down his spine in response. His thighs jerk, and Evan laughs , as does Barty. “I guessed,” Evan comments idly, voice smooth. He pushes a finger into Regulus, whose breath stutters in his chest at how good it feels after so long of nothing . “Something about the way you look at us sometimes – like you want to be on your knees for us.”
God, but the way Evan talks about him. Regulus swallows a whine, which tears out of him anyways when Evan slips in another finger, a delicious drag inside. Regulus is so wet that it makes a little sound when Evan pulls his fingers back out, and Barty makes a little sound behind him, his fingers twitching into Regulus’ skin.
“Do you?” Evan asks then while he scissors the fingers and Regulus can’t think . Can’t remember what he’s supposed to be answering when it feels so good . He grips the comforter beneath his hands, fingers twisting into the fabric and Evan chuckles before adding another finger and the stretch feels so good that Regulus tips his head back, mouth opening on a silent gasp. Barty’s fingers are there, folding around his neck to loosely hold there.
“I – what?” Regulus answers belatedly, mind all muddled with how much is happening, with all the sensations on his body. He can feel the vibrations of his own voice on Barty’s hand, his mind spinning with the possibility . His heart is racing in his chest, stomach twisting in anticipation.
“Do you? Want to be on your knees for us?” Evan repeats, and although he is still moving his fingers slowly the movements become more purposeful, more targeted. Regulus swallows a whine, thighs coming up to close around the intrusion involuntarily before Evan’s free hand pushes them back open.
“I do,” he confesses, and it comes out breathy and pathetic but it doesn’t matter because Evan’s free hand comes up to rub at his needy cock in reward and it feels so overwhelming that Regulus’ hips jolt at first.
“I thought so,” Evan comments casually, and he’s speeding up, the movements which bordered on teasing with their slowness now becoming more intense, working in and out of Regulus as his thighs clench, his breath stutters. “I can see it in your eyes .” His fingers twist again, and Evan curses under his breath. “Fuck, you’re so wet, you’re dripping for me.”
Regulus moans in response, throws his head back into Barty’s lap. Barty doesn’t hesitate, he leans down to kiss at Regulus’ collarbone, and one hand trails down to ghost over Regulus’ sensitive nipples. Evan’s fingers pull out, but before Regulus can complain he hears the tell-tale noise of a condom wrapper tearing. He wishes he could watch, can envision the way Evan would smirk at him, comment on his desperation as he rolls the condom on. He can’t though, not without displacing Barty from where he’s currently mouthing at the sensitive skin where his clavicle meets his neck.
Panting, feeling like he’s just ran a marathon, Regulus arches his back into Barty’s hand as his skilled fingers roll his nipple. Hands close around his hips, and suddenly Regulus is pulled down an inch as Evan pulls him closer to him. It feels dizzying, disorienting, to be touched in so many places. Barty moves with them, and suddenly they are so close and there’s hands everywhere and a cock is pressing against Regulus’ cunt and he can’t breathe with it.
Evan pushes into him slowly, almost gently, but Barty is playing with his nipples and he can’t catch his fucking breath as Evan’s cock stretches him deliciously. Regulus reaches up one hand to clutch at Barty’s wrist, unsure if he wants to remove it or encourage him to keep going, mind too muddled to think but knowing it wants something , anything. When Evan bottoms out in him, he pauses for a moment, just enough for Regulus to draw in one full breath, the first in what feels like hours.
And then Evan is fucking him.
Regulus lets out a surprised oof as that breath is knocked out of him again, which turns into a startled moan as Evan sets a punishing pace. Regulus is thrown into Barty with the force of every snap of Evan’s hips, who steadies him with his hands on his shoulder, on his chest. It’s too much , all of this after he’s already come today. His cunt absolutely dripping, wet sounds from between them overshadowed by the panicky ah, ah, ah falling from his lips.
A hand clumsily wipes at his cheek, at his forehead, wiping the sweat away as he desperately moans, holding onto Barty’s wrist for dear life as he’s thrown back with every thrust. “Shh, you’re taking it so well, look how good you’re being for us,” Barty is saying, mumbling it into Regulus’ hair. The words ignite the fire in Regulus’ stomach, the slow-burning flames roaring into something unmanageable, something untameable. “Look so beautiful, fuck , you are a vision.”
Evan grunts in agreement, and then there’s fingers fumbling at Regulus’ wet cock, slipping until they get a hold of him and start tugging . There’s hands everywhere, stroking his nipple, stroking his cheek, stroking his desperate little cock, gripping at his hip. He’s surrounded, so much sensation his brain errors, unable to keep up with it all and so it has shut off and he just feels .
“Oh my God ,” Regulus whines , there’s no other word for it, the words panicked and high and breathy. “I – fuck . I can’t. It’s too – I can’t .”
Barty shushes him, dropping a kiss into his hair. His tenderness is at complete odds with the way Evan is fucking Regulus with abandon. “Shhh,” Barty shushes again, and a finger wipes away a tear Regulus hadn’t even noticed was there, “You’re okay. C’mon, a little more, just a little.”
Regulus gasps out something which sounds suspiciously like a sob but he’s too far gone to care, everything muddled together into pure pleasure . His thighs are shaking, the muscles tensing until they hurt , and his heart is battering away in his chest. He can hear nothing but the sound of the bedframe hitting the wall, but Barty shushing him and mumbling encouragement into his hair, but the blood rushing in his ears.
Heat is building in his core, the edge barrelling into sight as he arches his back, as fingers feverishly work over his slippery cock. Regulus moans, whines, pushes into Barty only to find him pushing back, holding him steady, holding him . Barty twists his hand so that instead of his wrist Regulus is holding his hand, fingers intertwining as sweaty palms meet. Regulus moans, squeezes the hand as his thighs clench, every single muscle in his body tensing as he’s almost – just – right –
A moan tears from his throat when he comes, something deep and guttural. His thighs snap closed around Evan’s hips but Evan doesn’t let that deter him, just keeps fucking Regulus and jerking him off through his toe-curling orgasm. Barty is still whispering things into his hair, and Regulus can make out things like so good and so fucking pretty and just like that, and he can feel the way Barty’s own hips are minutely moving and when the pleasure is tapering off it feels like his belly is on fire .
He sobs, barely even aware of the tears rolling down his cheeks as he arches his back, tries to move away from the overwhelming everything but Evan is grunting, his thrust turning erratic and Regulus can’t think . He’s thrashing a little in place, while Barty is shushing him, tenderly cradling his cheek and God, how much pleasure can someone take before it becomes too much .
With a swallowed moan Evan thrusts into Regulus one more time, hips shaking and cock twitching inside of Regulus. He’s panting, sweat dripping from his face, his neck, as he folds over to rest on his hands, holding himself up over Regulus.
The room is quiet for a moment as everyone just breathes . Slowly, Regulus’ heart rate slows, and his cramping thigh muscles relax until they’re no longer gripping Evan in place. Barty is still rubbing at Regulus’ cheekbone, the gentle touch welcome to his feverish skin. Regulus’ breathing slows from the desperate panting to slow, deep breaths, his back also relaxing until it makes contact with the bed again.
Evan pulls out of Regulus, and Regulus tries not to wince at the sensation.
There’s one moment, just one, in which Regulus has a moment of realisation of what’s just happened. That he’s just fucked his best friends . Before he can panic though, there’s some rustling behind him and then Barty pulls him into his arms, manoeuvring them until they’re lying down, Barty’s bare chest pressed to Regulus’ back. Evan joins at the front, his sweaty chest pressing into Regulus from the front, caging him in.
Regulus had expected to feel trapped, being surrounded like this. And yes, it’s warm, and it’s sweaty and a little complicated with the many limbs involved, but then Evan’s leg is thrown over his hip and he can settle his head into the junction of Evan’s neck and shoulder and he just feels safe . Held. Loved.
His head is still a little muddled, and so it takes him a couple of moments of content breathing until he registers Barty’s hardon still trapped in his pants pressing insistently at his lower back. Regulus makes a small sound into Evan’s neck, and Evan pulls back a little to look at him inquisitively.
“Don’t we need to –” Regulus starts uncertainly, unsure whether he should turn to Barty or to Evan to ask the question. He gestures towards Barty’s crotch, and understanding dawns in Evan’s eyes.
“No,” he says, and Barty whines as he nuzzles into the back of Regulus’ neck. At Regulus’ look, he explains, “This is what gets him off, me telling him what he can and can’t do.” Another noise, and Barty’s hips jerk against Regulus. “We just make use of him, hm?”
Another spark of arousal shoots through Regulus, tiny compared to everything that’s happened so far. does explain some things. The hungry look in Barty’s eye, the way he looked at Evan before doing anything to Regulus. The way he so tenderly held Regulus as he was taken apart by Evan. He’s too tired and sated to do anything with it though, that arousal licking gently at his insides. Loose-limbed, he accepts the explanation for what it is and snuggles back into Evan’s neck.
There’s some mumbling above him, and Barty disappears for a moment until he’s back, plastering his now naked legs against Regulus. He’s still aroused, Regulus can feel it, but he makes no move to do anything about it, seemingly content with what he’s gotten.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Evan asks, and his tone is back to normal, the one he reserves just for Regulus and Barty, casual, but with fondness tucked into the corners of his lips, into the softness in his eyes. Regulus pulls back, blinking the sleepiness from his eyes to see all of that reflected at him as he nods happily.
“Yeah,” he answers, and his voice sounds sleepy and gravelly from disuse. Evan smiles at it, and suddenly Regulus wonders why he was ever afraid of ruining things between them at all. He must’ve been blind to not see the way Evan looks at him.
“Good,” Barty says from behind, dropping a kiss on the back of his neck, “So we can do this again?”
Regulus can’t help the startled little laugh from escaping, especially when Evan shoots an exasperated look at Barty. It feels no different than any other time they’ve been intertwined on their couch, legs and arms tangled as they bickered just for the fun of it. Happy. Comfortable. Safe.
“Yeah,” he quietly agrees, his heart feeling more full for his two – friends? Than before. “We can do this again.”