Caleb folded one leg underneath himself, and draped the other one over Fjord’s shoulder. He looked down into pale yellow eyes, and slid a hand into short black-and-white hair.

‘Best to do what the lady says, ja?’ he asked, only half joking.

Instead of answering, Fjord opened his mouth, and Caleb’s hips were pushing forward before his brain had time to catch up. Fjord wasn’t one for teasing, and Caleb’s semi-hard dick was engulfed in wet heat so quickly that his eyes briefly rolled back in his head. He rocked his hips gently, petting at Fjord’s hair and letting Fjord set the pace.

Fjord apparently took this as a challenge. His head started bobbing, his tongue was suddenly everywhere, his hand stroked up and down Caleb’s thigh.

Caleb had almost forgotten Nott was there until her arms wrapped around his ribs – fingers brushing against a nipple. Her bare thighs pressed against his lower back, and her teeth found his earlobe, worrying it ever so gently.

Caleb was caught between his partners, and it was going to be incredibly embarassing how quickly he came. Still, he trusted neither of them to judge him for it, and so he tightened his fingers in Fjord’s hair, reached back with the other hand to grasp at Nott’s hip, and came.

--

Fjord had just enough warning to tilt his head and open his throat before he felt the familiar pulsing and Caleb’s salty come filled his mouth. Carefully he swallowed it all, cleaning Caleb’s spent cock with tiny kitten-licks of his tongue until the man’s hips twitched away from the feeling.

Fjord sat back on his heels, and looked up at the pair on the bed. Nott was holding Caleb, and Fjord watched the play of her fingers against his chest. Her mouth was on Caleb’s neck, his head tilted back and his eyes closed, and Fjord got to his feet as quietly as possible. Then he placed one hand on Caleb’s thigh – for balance as well as a warning of his presence – and leaned in to press an open-mouthed kiss to the other side of that tempting throat.

Caleb whimpered quietly, and Fjord kissed his way from Caleb’s collarbone up to the sensitive spot under his ear. Caleb kept his eyes closed, but reached out to cover Fjord’s hand with his own, attempting to pull him closer.

‘We’ll have to lie down if you want to cuddle me, sweetheart.’

--

Nott was surprised at her own reaction, watching Fjord give Caleb head. She’d known she wouldn’t be jealous, but she’d expected to find it… slightly unpleasant, perhaps. She had not expected Fjord to be so good at it, though, or for Caleb to come so quickly.

Fjord suggested cuddling next – another sign of how well he knew their lover – and she pulled Caleb down onto his back, into the middle of the bed. He let her arrange him, as he always did, and she arranged herself at his side before looking up at Fjord expectantly.

He was staring down at the two of them, expression completely unreadable to her, but when she looked up he climbed into the bed and settled easily at Caleb’s other side.

‘Well, Caleb, is there anything you particularly want to do tonight?’ Fjord asked, sounding relaxed, and Nott stroked Caleb’s shoulder as they waited for an answer.

‘Hmm, keep touching me,’ was all he said at first. Nott swept her hand down to his ribs, his stomach; one of her fingers brushed against Fjord’s.

‘I want… to have both of you at once,’ Caleb said eventually. ‘Fjord inside me, and me inside Nott. Can we – could we?’

‘Of course,’ Nott said, and she heard Fjord agree at the same time.