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Andrew didn’t wait for later.
The second they were back at the dorm, he shoved Kevin against the wall, one hand fisted in his shirt, the other gripping his jaw. Kevin’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with recognition—but not surprise. He knew this game.
Andrew didn’t give him time to think.
“Say it again.”
Kevin blinked. “What?”
“The Latin.” Andrew’s voice was flat, but his pulse wasn’t. “The fucking passage.”
Neil, leaning against the doorframe behind them, let out a slow breath. His gaze was fixed on Kevin like a predator sizing up prey.
Kevin hesitated—just for a second—before his mouth curled, smug even now. “Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres…”
Andrew kissed him. Hard.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was teeth and demand, Andrew swallowing the rest of the words before they could leave Kevin’s mouth. Kevin groaned into it, hands coming up to grip Andrew’s wrists, not to push him away but to hold on.
Neil moved in behind Kevin, pressing close, his breath hot against Kevin’s neck. “Say it again,” he murmured, lips brushing skin.
Kevin shuddered. “Quarum unam incolunt Belgae—”
Neil bit him.
Kevin’s voice broke off into a gasp, his head tipping back against Neil’s shoulder. Andrew took the opportunity to shove his thigh between Kevin’s legs, grinding up just to hear him choke.
“Again,” Andrew ordered.
Kevin’s breath was ragged. “Alteram Aquitani—”
Andrew twisted a hand in his hair and yanked. “Louder.”
Kevin’s voice wavered, but he obeyed. “Tertiam qui ipsorum lingua Celtae—”
Neil’s hand slid down Kevin’s chest, fingers slipping beneath his waistband, and Kevin’s words dissolved into a moan.
Andrew smirked. “What happened, Day? Forget how to speak?”
Kevin’s hips jerked, his breath coming in sharp bursts. “Fuck you.”
“No,” Neil said, pressing a kiss to the hinge of Kevin’s jaw. “Fuck you .”
And then they did.
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Kevin had always been good with his mouth.
Andrew had known that. He’d known the way Kevin could argue, the way he could give orders, the way he could persuade—with words, with threats, with that goddamn stubborn certainty of his.
But this—
This was different.
Because Kevin was babbling .
Half-formed Latin, broken English, desperate, gasping pleas as Andrew fucked into him, relentless, unforgiving. Neil had Kevin’s cock in his mouth, swallowing him down like he was starving for it, and Kevin’s hands were fisted in the sheets, his back arched, his voice wrecked.
“Andrew— fuck —Neil, Andrew —”
Andrew leaned down, pressing his lips to Kevin’s ear. “Say it.”
Kevin sobbed. “Tertiam qui— ah —qui ipsorum lingua—”
Neil hummed around him, and Kevin’s hips jerked, his words crumbling into a broken cry.
Andrew didn’t let up. He kept his pace brutal, watching as Kevin unraveled beneath them, his usually sharp mind reduced to nothing but sensation, his body trembling, his voice cracking.
Neil pulled off just long enough to smirk up at him. “Think we broke him.”
Andrew didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
Kevin came with a shout, his back bowing off the bed, his fingers clawing at the sheets. Andrew followed him over the edge, pressing deep, holding Kevin down as he shuddered through it.
For a long moment, the only sound was their breathing.
Then—
Kevin groaned, slumping back against the mattress, his arm thrown over his eyes. “Futue te ipsum.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow.
Neil laughed. “What?”
Kevin peeked out from under his arm, his smirk lazy, satisfied. “Look it up.”
Andrew considered smothering him with a pillow.
Instead, he leaned down and kissed him again.
Slow, this time. Deliberate.
Because Kevin might have been fluent in dead languages—but Andrew was fluent in him .
And he wasn’t done yet.