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“Don’t get too comfortable without me.”
Olruggio had entered the room without knocking, closing the door softly behind him while you and Qifrey roused from your light sleep. Your limbs were still tangled with the white-haired man’s, his warmth still pressing into your back even as the blanket slipped softly.
“Olly?” Qifrey called softly, his voice still sleep-rough as he turned. You lifted your head as well, looking over your shoulder just in time to see Olruggio pull off the bulk of his clothes, briefly leaving him in those tight black underclothes. Very soon, he peeled those off himself as well, letting the warm light of the lamp kiss every gorgeous inch of him.
He was more muscular than Qifrey, but both of them were equally delicious to look at. Qifrey was smooth and elegant, lean and soft under your hands, while Olruggio was rugged and strong, bulky and hard in all the nice ways. They contrasted each other perfectly—you truly had the best of both worlds.
Once he was down to just those loose pants, slung low on perfect hips, Olruggio turned to catch you and Qifrey looking at him like a piece of meat and scoffed.
“You both act like you haven’t seen it all before,” he grumbled, striding over to the bed. “Now make room, would you?”
Qifrey sat up and shifted, but not without bothering Olruggio with a whiny complaint.
“You took too long to get to bed. I was already in a much needed sleep.”
“That’s not my fault. My job as your Watchful Eye means I can’t just fall asleep whenever I want, so I get to come to bed late and you get to deal with it. Hey—move your ass, Qifrey.”
Qifrey shifted more and in makeshift apology, accepted Olruggio’s lips as they met, his hand sliding up to Olruggio’s knee while the stronger man cupped Qifrey’s cheek in his hand.
On the other half of the bed, you shifted, stretching out and grumbling before dramatically rolling over to put your back to them.
“You two are so noisy. Wake him up all you please, but don’t drag me into it.”
Olruggio laughed roughly beside you. “Hear that, Qifrey? I think our girl’s getting jealous.”
Qifrey hummed in that sweet, effortlessly seductive way of his. The same tone he used when he was taking Olly’s side and not yours.
“Is she? Oh, darling,” he said softly, crawling over the bed to hover his lips by your ear since you were stubbornly keeping your body turned away from both of them. His lips ghosted gently over your cheekbone as he moved your hair from your face, and you fought the urge to swat him away.
“Greedy. You’ve had her for hours already,” Olruggio cut in, grabbing your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even protest. Much to your annoyance, you gave in awfully quickly and kissed Olruggio since you couldn’t resist him and he knew it.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured as he broke the kiss, tipping his head up to press a gentle one to your forehead. “Knew you were awake. Can’t fool me.”
“Wasn’t trying to,” you mumbled, retaliating with a gentle kiss to his jaw, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your face. The contact of your lips caused a pleasant rumble to echo through Olruggio’s chest.
You put your hands on his body only to flip your positions. Olruggio let his back fall against the sheets while you took your spot right on his lap. Qifrey sat up beside you and scooted closer while Olruggio’s hand found your side and absently began to stroke it up and down.
“She wouldn’t get jealous,” Olly said confidently, “she knows how much we love her.”
“Yes, I hope so.” Qifrey lifted a finger to your jaw to guide you to look at him. “Don’t you?”
You tipped your head, some playfulness entering your eyes. “A reminder wouldn’t hurt.”
Your words caused the playfulness to mirror in Qifrey’s eyes, and he gladly pulled you into a kiss while Olruggio chuckled at your words. His hand never stopped stroking your side and he resigned himself to watching the both of you, knowing his turn was coming.
“You always taste so sweet,” Qifrey breathed against your lips, leaning back in immediately to chase the taste again. His hands reach up to cup your face as his entire world becomes narrowed to you. “Our beautiful woman.”
Through half-lidded eyes, you catch the sight of Qifrey’s kiss-swollen lips and softened eyes, his chest rising and falling steadily while that gentle expression of love swims across his face.
“Qifrey,” you breathed softly, and all he did was smile before peppering kisses all along your face.
“Yes, darling?” His voice was a purr—like the soft rumble of thunder in a calming rain.
You reach out, hands falling to his body—soft under your fingers. You glided your touch along his back just to feel the way his sensitive muscles reacted to it, arching his spine as his lips found your neck.
“So beautiful,” you praised, pulling the purr from his chest once again.
Olruggio’s hands slid from your sides to your thighs, squeezing softly and massaging the flesh there. “Sweetheart,” he called softly, pulling your attention from Qifrey. When you turned to look, you saw his dark hair splayed across the pillow, framing his handsome face as he smiled lazily up at you. “Mm. Can’t believe we scored such a pretty thing.”
“You’re so crude sometimes, Olly,” Qifrey chided softly, pulling his face from your neck to look at Olruggio. “She was not ‘scored’. She was simply charmed by the both of us. We are lucky to have her.”
His words faded into mumbles as one of Olruggio’s hands left your leg in favor of guiding Qifrey’s jaw to his. You watched your men kiss, leaning back contently on Olruggio’s lap at the gorgeous sight of them both.
“Means the same thing,” Olruggio said roughly between kisses, “scored. Charmed. We got her, hm?”
“Mhm.” Qifrey replied, unable to say much else under Olruggio’s affection.
It was your turn to touch now, so you slid your hands up Olruggio’s sides, watching his breath shudder against Qifrey’s lips as your fingers made their delicate trails along his body. Qifrey’s large hand raised to splay across your back and he rubbed softly, relaxing you with each gentle movement.
You let them have their moment while you gradually eased yourself down against Olruggio’s chest, snuggling in. He quickly shifted you, breaking his kiss with Qifrey to tuck you between their bodies. Their hands were on you once again, pulling you gently until you were comfortably stuck and the blanket was pulled over top of you.
Qifrey let out a long, relaxed sigh first, pulling the blanket up even higher over all of you before pressing one last sleepy kiss to your head.
“Come to bed sooner, won’t you, Olly?”
“This was soon,” the other man grumbled. “Think I’d miss a night to sleep with our girl?”
“Missed you too,” you muttered, snuggling your face closer into the chest in front of you.
“Besides,” Olruggio started softly, “gotta remind you both how much I love you before we get the day to ourselves. You can find a babysitter for the girls, right, Qifrey?”
“I will have one by morning,” he vowed.
Trapped between the warmth of the two sweetest men you’ve ever known, sleep captured you quickly once again.