Matt’s already well into his own little bubble, the situation playing out before him doesn’t distract from his duty much. He's aware of the rattle and thump of Ashley’s overalls on the floor beside him, and briefly glances to see the pink soles of her feet mere inches away, but despite the temptation he obeys Marisha’s unspoken order and cups Brian’s bare left foot in his hands. They're so different from any woman's, at first he'd been concerned it wouldn't work for him the way worshiping Marisha’s delicate toes had, but over the weeks he'd learned that was far from the case. Brian shudders when Matt runs his fingertips over his instep, and then moans when Ashley guides his cock against her warm slit.
It's not a competition, Matt knows he'd take distant third, but he can't help feeling a little competitive. With the others mostly distracted, he can at least take his time as he traces the creases of Brian’s instep; first with his fingers, and then with a slow lap of his tongue. Larger and thicker, the foot has more weight in his hands than Ashley’s, Matt’s learned that he's less tender there too and when he rakes his blunted nails over the top from ankle to toe Brian moans where Marisha would kick and swear at him. Following the low arch with his tongue, Matt closes his mouth over the length of his big toe and sucks deliberately slow. Brian’s foot flexes, ticklish under the delicate touch, and then relaxes as Matt’s strong fingers squeeze and caress, feathery caresses now a firm massage.
Ashley leans into her lover, folding herself almost demurely in Brian’s lap despite the eager, joyous look on her face as she works her hips, grinding down against his shallow thrusts. “Such a good boy,” she pants, leaning in to press her forehead to his. “Oh my god…”
Marisha giggles then, and nuzzles against where their heads meet. “Pretty cool, huh?” She grins even wider, thoroughly enjoying the soft air of sensuality that mingles with their forged friendship all too easily. She hesitates, cautious to push beyond their new boundaries, and after a moment reaches around Ashley’s hip. Her fingers dance down the soft skin, barely brushing against her pubic bone until she finds the wetness of Ashley’s mound.
When nimble fingertips caress Ashley’s heat, she moans in time with Brian’s building gasps. “Awesome!” she whines, a shudder passing through her involuntarily. When Marisha’s fingers slide higher, catching over her swollen clit, she cries out without restraint; “Ah! Right there… oh fuck… right there…”
Brian shivers and digs both hands into the sofa cushions beside him. It’s hard not to reach out for Ashley when his senses feel overwhelmed from all sides. He mouths loud grunts of pure delight around the softness of Marisha’s breast, forcing himself not to pause with each shift of Ashley’s hips. He wants to thrust, to control the situation, but that’s not at all in the cards. No, he can’t even touch without being told. And at the crest of it all is Matt’s mouth working over his toes, sucking them one by one with all the tender care he gives to sucking cock - which he’s also learned to really enjoy. Matt’s mouth opens and takes in four toes, as far as he can stretch, working his tongue between them until the toes curl against his tongue.
Matt can’t help but smile, somewhat because he can feel the corners of his mouth pulling around Brian’s toes but also because he knows what’s coming. He can feel the tension rigid in Brian’s foot, and hear Brian’s whimpers when he forces himself to sit back on his heels and dip it into the cooling water to clean away his slick spit. The other lifts up toward him, caressing Matt’s shoulder awkwardly until he abandons the act of watching to grasp Brian by the ankle and drag his nose up the tenderness of his instep. “Mmm, come to Daddy…” he mouths, knowing full and well it’s not his place to speak and he’d likely just sound dumb as fuck in his lust drenched mindstate. With playful nips and nibbles, Matt teases his mouth over the fallen arch; lips pressing gentle kisses as his tongue seeks out walk lines from the inside toward the middle. Brian’s body jolts and Matt can’t tell if it’s the tickling or if he is that close to the edge.
It’s both, and Brian is equally aware of Ashley’s warmth spreading across his skin and Matt’s mouth teasing him in the way that nobody ever has. “Oh god…” he moans around Marisha’s breast and dares to lean back only to have her nails digging into his scalp; “I can’t… gonna… so…”
“No.” Ashley answers firmly, catching Brian’s eyes with a clear intent. “You come when I tell you to, do you understand?”
Marisha digs her nails harder and Brian yelps out, and then lets out a shuddering affirmative. “Yeah. Yes. Okay… fuck…”
“Shut up.” Marisha growls, leaning close to his ear to nip his earlobe. “Be useful, would you?”
For only a moment, Matt’s distracted by the wet sounds of skin against skin - he smells Marisha’s heat and dares a glance up to see her working her fingers between Ashley’s thighs. It’s that image that spurs him lap eagerly now over Brian’s sole, tickling the edges of his foot with the tip of his tongue until Brian’s squirming and whimpering loudly against Marisha’s skin.
“Hold back, baby,” Ashley whispers in a husky tone. She can feel Brian shaking under her as her hips rock against him faster and more erratic with each thrust. “God you feel so good… I can’t… can’t…”
Marisha shifts her fingers then, sliding them as fast as she can over the rise of Ashley’s clit until the woman cries out against Brian’s shoulder. Ashley spasms and Marisha feels the scrape of Brian’s teeth on her nipple - he’s trying so hard and it’s a fight she’s pretty sure he can’t win.
With another flick of his tongue, Matt drags his mouth once more over Brian’s toes, feeling them flex back against him when he sucks hard at Brian’s big toe. He draws at it, circling the tip with his tongue until all he can hear is low gasps of pleasure from the three above him - it’s everything he wants in the moment
“Such a bad boy…” Ashley growls, and then draws a long breath between clenched teeth. Marisha whispers, uncharacteristically kind with a disobeyed order; “Shh, I think we can forgive this one.”
Withdrawing once more, Matt leans back on his heels and forces himself to focus, drawing Brian’s foot into the water that has begun going cold. The bubbles have gone flat, but he works the wet washcloth over the top of his foot, tracing pink lines left behind by the scrape of his nails. His cock aches, the arousal less a low simmer and more a full rolling boil that he’s willing himself to ignore. It’s a ritual now, sliding wet fingers over and under with one hand and following it with the cloth in slow circles until he can forget his own need and the way that tempting skin excites him. He doesn’t have long though, Marisha’s fingers slide over his lips and he opens them reflexively to taste Ashley’s unfamiliar arousal.
“Up, Matt,” Marisha says firmly and Matt snaps to, looking up to where she stands beside him and gestures to where she had been on the sofa. “Time for treats.”
Treats are good, Ashley knows this despite not having nearly the organized arrangement Marisha and Matt have worked out over their years together. Part of her feels like she should be taking notes, but given that her current state is more interested sprawling back on her end of the sofa with her t-shirt skewed and lower half smearing wetness on the cushion, it seems like not such a possibility. “No treats for Brian,” she pouts, eyes narrowing when she glances at where Brian seems nearly comatose in the middle until Matt’s feet rest on his thigh.
Marisha’s firm hand guides Matt into position, bending him over the arm of the sofa and bracing himself with his arms folded underneath his chest, she spreads his thighs open and realization washes over Matt even before she says firmly; “Brian, you should show off your new trick.”
Marisha doesn’t really work in should, Brian knows that this is an order and glances to Ashley who nods a slow confirmation. It’s still new to him, still awkward to kneel on the sofa and slide up behind Matt with all intent to do something he never considered himself doing before falling into this interesting new situation. “Right.” He says softly, more for his benefit than theirs. His fingertips slide over the width of Matt’s back once and then half again before trailing down to Matt’s tailbone.
Matt lets out a soft breath, closing his eyes as he tries to calm himself for what’s coming. It’s not exactly an easy proposition when he’s riding on edge as it is. Brian’s fingers linger along the cleft of his ass, hesitating as they typically do before spreading Matt’s cheeks with his thumbs. “Yes…” Matt hisses between clenched teeth and Marisha’s fingers rake tenderly through his hair, pulling down over his shoulders in alternating swipes that match the slow introduction Brian’s tongue lapping over his opening.
“Oh!” Ashley inhales sharply, eyes wide. At first all she can see is the wiggle of Brian’s rump pointed toward her until he tucks his knees under him to allow her to see when he presses in closer to Matt’s body. “Is he-oh!” It’s a little surprising, really, Brian had asked permission to play with Matt even after being given the go-ahead, but part of her had expected it to be more along the penetration related end, nothing quite so intimate as the slow wet sounds of his tongue and lips on Matt’s skin.
Matt moans low and loud, a shudder rattling down his spine when Brian’s tongue barely pushes into him before darting back out to flick over his sensitive opening. His cock twitches, and the ache in his balls makes its presence yet again known. “Please…” he pants hard, eyes rolling back when another long lap of Brian’s tongue teases at him. “May I... “ he gasps; “please… may I come?”
“Such a good boy,” Marisha coos. She runs the back of her hand over Matt’s ear to feel the heat of his red face on her skin. He’s close, but she’s seen him hold back, even seen him accept outright denial when pushed to. “Not just yet.”
Matt whimpers, and Brian doubles his effort - honestly just a little in repayment for the tickle of tongue across the sole of his foot while he was trying to hold back himself. It’s new to him, being this close to any guy, but not bad. Especially not bad when Matt is writhing back against each flick of his tongue and shaking under the hand he’s placed on one of Matt’s taut thighs. Brian feels Ashley behind him then, the softness of her breasts against his back and her breath on his neck. “Push him over the edge,” she whispers; “I want to see it.”
Thick fingers push inside Matt’s spit-slick opening and the waves of pleasure become a crashing torrent of need. It feels like the slightest touch will set him off, but when Brian’s fingers stroke firmly inside him it’s still not enough. “More…” he whines, forcing his eyes open to look up at Marisha who offers only a loving smile; “please?”
It’s Marisha who places her hand on Brian’s shoulder and softly says; “Lay down.” Ashley slides over and guides Brian onto his back, his head on her thigh and smelling the sweetness of her arousal until his legs are guided between Matt’s legs. For a moment, Brian thinks he has an inkling of what’s coming - the image of Matt’s face contorting in pleasure as he slides his cocMattk between Brian’s feet, the way the wetness spread across his skin - instead one foot is guided up Matt’s shaking inner thigh and then his toes are stroked along the wet cleft of Matt’s ass. “Go ahead,” Marisha says; “Do it.”
For a second, Matt’s body tenses. He’s a little worried, to be honest, but then Brian’s toe pushes against the tight resistance of his opening as the low arch of the other foot rubs against his hard cock. Matt yelps, and then moans low and loud. “Oh god yes… oh god… fuck.”
Brian looks almost drunk when Ashley leans over to press a kiss on his forehead, it’s strange to her, but still pretty good. At least Matt seems really into it, if the stream of gasping noises is anything to go on. Her eyes focus on Matt’s cock where the thickness of Brian’s foot plays over it, stroking along the sole and then along the top. It’s more intimate than she had thought it would be, having this moment with the three of them, but not really awkward or weird.
“Shh…” Marisha murmurs, crouching down until she’s eye to eye with Matt at the end of the sofa. “That feels good, doesn’t it baby?” Matt’s skin has gone ruddy, his eyes glassy when he looks back up to her, and another tremor ripples down his body when the thickness of Brian’s toe has pushed fully inside of him.
“Uh-huh…” Matt answers weakly, eyes half-lidded and body throbbing with each slight shift. He hasn’t felt so strung out in a long time, every nerve has gone from quiet and tender arousal to pulsing need that has him flushed and shaking. “Please… may I-” his voice cuts off, not because he won’t beg.but because he can’t. Brian’s toe slides out of him and then joins the other foot, cupping Matt’s hardness between the soles of his feet and stroking him hard. “Fuck-”
“Yes,” Marisha whispers, wrapping her arms around Matt’s shoulders to allow him to press his weight into her; “go ahead, baby.”
Ashley isn’t so much surprised as she is impressed. Matt’s body moves with a strong grace, his back arching and pushing his hips to thrust against Brian’s feet. One thrust, two, and the third comes with a guttural moan as his cock spasms and pulses. She watches, mouth hanging open, as Brian turns his feet unexpectedly, driving Matt’s cock between his toes as he comes, stroking the wetness between them.
“Shh…” Marisha murmurs, threading her fingers through Matt’s hair as he cries out against her naked flesh. He hitches, and then sobs, finally drawing a deep and ragged breath before his body collapses out from underneath him.
For a moment the awkwardness could easily be palpable. Ashley isn’t sure what’s supposed to happen next - do they all just get dressed and go eat dinner like they totally didn’t just have weird sex together? Surprisingly, it’s Brian who breaks the odd tension as he sits up and rolls forward, folding himself over Matt and holding him tight. “You did good, buddy,” Brian murmurs, his hands stroking along Matt’s sides as though he’d done it a hundred times before. Ashley looks to Marisha who’s smile provides the context that yes, this is something Matt needs in this moment.
“You did good too,” Marisha says softly. She makes her way around the side of the sofa and then squeezes herself into the small warm space between Brian and Ashley before embracing her friend. “I know it can be kind of weird, especially with the whole power dynamic thing and your boyfriend and my boyfriend and whatever…”
“No..” Ashley trails off, shaking her head with a soft smile curving her lips. She leans into Marisha’s shoulder and continues; “It’s good. I wanted this… I want this.” She laughs, and Marisha wraps her arm around Ashley’s shoulders, allowing her to nuzzle into the softness of Marisha’s shoulder.
Matt murmurs appreciatively as Brian’s strong arms hold him, squeezing tight around his torso as small kisses pepper the back of his neck. “Thank you,” he whispers, closing his eyes to let the comfort wash over him.
Re: Fill: Foot Boy (Matt/Brian/Ashley//Marisha - Foot fetish, D/s) 2/2
It's not a competition, Matt knows he'd take distant third, but he can't help feeling a little competitive. With the others mostly distracted, he can at least take his time as he traces the creases of Brian’s instep; first with his fingers, and then with a slow lap of his tongue. Larger and thicker, the foot has more weight in his hands than Ashley’s, Matt’s learned that he's less tender there too and when he rakes his blunted nails over the top from ankle to toe Brian moans where Marisha would kick and swear at him. Following the low arch with his tongue, Matt closes his mouth over the length of his big toe and sucks deliberately slow. Brian’s foot flexes, ticklish under the delicate touch, and then relaxes as Matt’s strong fingers squeeze and caress, feathery caresses now a firm massage.
Ashley leans into her lover, folding herself almost demurely in Brian’s lap despite the eager, joyous look on her face as she works her hips, grinding down against his shallow thrusts. “Such a good boy,” she pants, leaning in to press her forehead to his. “Oh my god…”
Marisha giggles then, and nuzzles against where their heads meet. “Pretty cool, huh?” She grins even wider, thoroughly enjoying the soft air of sensuality that mingles with their forged friendship all too easily. She hesitates, cautious to push beyond their new boundaries, and after a moment reaches around Ashley’s hip. Her fingers dance down the soft skin, barely brushing against her pubic bone until she finds the wetness of Ashley’s mound.
When nimble fingertips caress Ashley’s heat, she moans in time with Brian’s building gasps. “Awesome!” she whines, a shudder passing through her involuntarily. When Marisha’s fingers slide higher, catching over her swollen clit, she cries out without restraint; “Ah! Right there… oh fuck… right there…”
Brian shivers and digs both hands into the sofa cushions beside him. It’s hard not to reach out for Ashley when his senses feel overwhelmed from all sides. He mouths loud grunts of pure delight around the softness of Marisha’s breast, forcing himself not to pause with each shift of Ashley’s hips. He wants to thrust, to control the situation, but that’s not at all in the cards. No, he can’t even touch without being told. And at the crest of it all is Matt’s mouth working over his toes, sucking them one by one with all the tender care he gives to sucking cock - which he’s also learned to really enjoy. Matt’s mouth opens and takes in four toes, as far as he can stretch, working his tongue between them until the toes curl against his tongue.
Matt can’t help but smile, somewhat because he can feel the corners of his mouth pulling around Brian’s toes but also because he knows what’s coming. He can feel the tension rigid in Brian’s foot, and hear Brian’s whimpers when he forces himself to sit back on his heels and dip it into the cooling water to clean away his slick spit. The other lifts up toward him, caressing Matt’s shoulder awkwardly until he abandons the act of watching to grasp Brian by the ankle and drag his nose up the tenderness of his instep. “Mmm, come to Daddy…” he mouths, knowing full and well it’s not his place to speak and he’d likely just sound dumb as fuck in his lust drenched mindstate. With playful nips and nibbles, Matt teases his mouth over the fallen arch; lips pressing gentle kisses as his tongue seeks out walk lines from the inside toward the middle. Brian’s body jolts and Matt can’t tell if it’s the tickling or if he is that close to the edge.
It’s both, and Brian is equally aware of Ashley’s warmth spreading across his skin and Matt’s mouth teasing him in the way that nobody ever has. “Oh god…” he moans around Marisha’s breast and dares to lean back only to have her nails digging into his scalp; “I can’t… gonna… so…”
“No.” Ashley answers firmly, catching Brian’s eyes with a clear intent. “You come when I tell you to, do you understand?”
Marisha digs her nails harder and Brian yelps out, and then lets out a shuddering affirmative. “Yeah. Yes. Okay… fuck…”
“Shut up.” Marisha growls, leaning close to his ear to nip his earlobe. “Be useful, would you?”
For only a moment, Matt’s distracted by the wet sounds of skin against skin - he smells Marisha’s heat and dares a glance up to see her working her fingers between Ashley’s thighs. It’s that image that spurs him lap eagerly now over Brian’s sole, tickling the edges of his foot with the tip of his tongue until Brian’s squirming and whimpering loudly against Marisha’s skin.
“Hold back, baby,” Ashley whispers in a husky tone. She can feel Brian shaking under her as her hips rock against him faster and more erratic with each thrust. “God you feel so good… I can’t… can’t…”
Marisha shifts her fingers then, sliding them as fast as she can over the rise of Ashley’s clit until the woman cries out against Brian’s shoulder. Ashley spasms and Marisha feels the scrape of Brian’s teeth on her nipple - he’s trying so hard and it’s a fight she’s pretty sure he can’t win.
With another flick of his tongue, Matt drags his mouth once more over Brian’s toes, feeling them flex back against him when he sucks hard at Brian’s big toe. He draws at it, circling the tip with his tongue until all he can hear is low gasps of pleasure from the three above him - it’s everything he wants in the moment
“Such a bad boy…” Ashley growls, and then draws a long breath between clenched teeth. Marisha whispers, uncharacteristically kind with a disobeyed order; “Shh, I think we can forgive this one.”
Withdrawing once more, Matt leans back on his heels and forces himself to focus, drawing Brian’s foot into the water that has begun going cold. The bubbles have gone flat, but he works the wet washcloth over the top of his foot, tracing pink lines left behind by the scrape of his nails. His cock aches, the arousal less a low simmer and more a full rolling boil that he’s willing himself to ignore. It’s a ritual now, sliding wet fingers over and under with one hand and following it with the cloth in slow circles until he can forget his own need and the way that tempting skin excites him. He doesn’t have long though, Marisha’s fingers slide over his lips and he opens them reflexively to taste Ashley’s unfamiliar arousal.
“Up, Matt,” Marisha says firmly and Matt snaps to, looking up to where she stands beside him and gestures to where she had been on the sofa. “Time for treats.”
Treats are good, Ashley knows this despite not having nearly the organized arrangement Marisha and Matt have worked out over their years together. Part of her feels like she should be taking notes, but given that her current state is more interested sprawling back on her end of the sofa with her t-shirt skewed and lower half smearing wetness on the cushion, it seems like not such a possibility. “No treats for Brian,” she pouts, eyes narrowing when she glances at where Brian seems nearly comatose in the middle until Matt’s feet rest on his thigh.
Marisha’s firm hand guides Matt into position, bending him over the arm of the sofa and bracing himself with his arms folded underneath his chest, she spreads his thighs open and realization washes over Matt even before she says firmly; “Brian, you should show off your new trick.”
Marisha doesn’t really work in should, Brian knows that this is an order and glances to Ashley who nods a slow confirmation. It’s still new to him, still awkward to kneel on the sofa and slide up behind Matt with all intent to do something he never considered himself doing before falling into this interesting new situation. “Right.” He says softly, more for his benefit than theirs. His fingertips slide over the width of Matt’s back once and then half again before trailing down to Matt’s tailbone.
Matt lets out a soft breath, closing his eyes as he tries to calm himself for what’s coming. It’s not exactly an easy proposition when he’s riding on edge as it is. Brian’s fingers linger along the cleft of his ass, hesitating as they typically do before spreading Matt’s cheeks with his thumbs. “Yes…” Matt hisses between clenched teeth and Marisha’s fingers rake tenderly through his hair, pulling down over his shoulders in alternating swipes that match the slow introduction Brian’s tongue lapping over his opening.
“Oh!” Ashley inhales sharply, eyes wide. At first all she can see is the wiggle of Brian’s rump pointed toward her until he tucks his knees under him to allow her to see when he presses in closer to Matt’s body. “Is he-oh!” It’s a little surprising, really, Brian had asked permission to play with Matt even after being given the go-ahead, but part of her had expected it to be more along the penetration related end, nothing quite so intimate as the slow wet sounds of his tongue and lips on Matt’s skin.
Matt moans low and loud, a shudder rattling down his spine when Brian’s tongue barely pushes into him before darting back out to flick over his sensitive opening. His cock twitches, and the ache in his balls makes its presence yet again known. “Please…” he pants hard, eyes rolling back when another long lap of Brian’s tongue teases at him. “May I... “ he gasps; “please… may I come?”
“Such a good boy,” Marisha coos. She runs the back of her hand over Matt’s ear to feel the heat of his red face on her skin. He’s close, but she’s seen him hold back, even seen him accept outright denial when pushed to. “Not just yet.”
Matt whimpers, and Brian doubles his effort - honestly just a little in repayment for the tickle of tongue across the sole of his foot while he was trying to hold back himself. It’s new to him, being this close to any guy, but not bad. Especially not bad when Matt is writhing back against each flick of his tongue and shaking under the hand he’s placed on one of Matt’s taut thighs. Brian feels Ashley behind him then, the softness of her breasts against his back and her breath on his neck. “Push him over the edge,” she whispers; “I want to see it.”
Thick fingers push inside Matt’s spit-slick opening and the waves of pleasure become a crashing torrent of need. It feels like the slightest touch will set him off, but when Brian’s fingers stroke firmly inside him it’s still not enough. “More…” he whines, forcing his eyes open to look up at Marisha who offers only a loving smile; “please?”
It’s Marisha who places her hand on Brian’s shoulder and softly says; “Lay down.” Ashley slides over and guides Brian onto his back, his head on her thigh and smelling the sweetness of her arousal until his legs are guided between Matt’s legs. For a moment, Brian thinks he has an inkling of what’s coming - the image of Matt’s face contorting in pleasure as he slides his cocMattk between Brian’s feet, the way the wetness spread across his skin - instead one foot is guided up Matt’s shaking inner thigh and then his toes are stroked along the wet cleft of Matt’s ass. “Go ahead,” Marisha says; “Do it.”
For a second, Matt’s body tenses. He’s a little worried, to be honest, but then Brian’s toe pushes against the tight resistance of his opening as the low arch of the other foot rubs against his hard cock. Matt yelps, and then moans low and loud. “Oh god yes… oh god… fuck.”
Brian looks almost drunk when Ashley leans over to press a kiss on his forehead, it’s strange to her, but still pretty good. At least Matt seems really into it, if the stream of gasping noises is anything to go on. Her eyes focus on Matt’s cock where the thickness of Brian’s foot plays over it, stroking along the sole and then along the top. It’s more intimate than she had thought it would be, having this moment with the three of them, but not really awkward or weird.
“Shh…” Marisha murmurs, crouching down until she’s eye to eye with Matt at the end of the sofa. “That feels good, doesn’t it baby?” Matt’s skin has gone ruddy, his eyes glassy when he looks back up to her, and another tremor ripples down his body when the thickness of Brian’s toe has pushed fully inside of him.
“Uh-huh…” Matt answers weakly, eyes half-lidded and body throbbing with each slight shift. He hasn’t felt so strung out in a long time, every nerve has gone from quiet and tender arousal to pulsing need that has him flushed and shaking. “Please… may I-” his voice cuts off, not because he won’t beg.but because he can’t. Brian’s toe slides out of him and then joins the other foot, cupping Matt’s hardness between the soles of his feet and stroking him hard. “Fuck-”
“Yes,” Marisha whispers, wrapping her arms around Matt’s shoulders to allow him to press his weight into her; “go ahead, baby.”
Ashley isn’t so much surprised as she is impressed. Matt’s body moves with a strong grace, his back arching and pushing his hips to thrust against Brian’s feet. One thrust, two, and the third comes with a guttural moan as his cock spasms and pulses. She watches, mouth hanging open, as Brian turns his feet unexpectedly, driving Matt’s cock between his toes as he comes, stroking the wetness between them.
“Shh…” Marisha murmurs, threading her fingers through Matt’s hair as he cries out against her naked flesh. He hitches, and then sobs, finally drawing a deep and ragged breath before his body collapses out from underneath him.
For a moment the awkwardness could easily be palpable. Ashley isn’t sure what’s supposed to happen next - do they all just get dressed and go eat dinner like they totally didn’t just have weird sex together? Surprisingly, it’s Brian who breaks the odd tension as he sits up and rolls forward, folding himself over Matt and holding him tight. “You did good, buddy,” Brian murmurs, his hands stroking along Matt’s sides as though he’d done it a hundred times before. Ashley looks to Marisha who’s smile provides the context that yes, this is something Matt needs in this moment.
“You did good too,” Marisha says softly. She makes her way around the side of the sofa and then squeezes herself into the small warm space between Brian and Ashley before embracing her friend. “I know it can be kind of weird, especially with the whole power dynamic thing and your boyfriend and my boyfriend and whatever…”
“No..” Ashley trails off, shaking her head with a soft smile curving her lips. She leans into Marisha’s shoulder and continues; “It’s good. I wanted this… I want this.” She laughs, and Marisha wraps her arm around Ashley’s shoulders, allowing her to nuzzle into the softness of Marisha’s shoulder.
Matt murmurs appreciatively as Brian’s strong arms hold him, squeezing tight around his torso as small kisses pepper the back of his neck. “Thank you,” he whispers, closing his eyes to let the comfort wash over him.