(sorry this one took me so long! didn't get to any actual sexy stuff because i'm an emotional sap.)
The issue is: the three of them have been friends so long it’s suddenly strange for that to…shift.
The romance is shockingly easy because hardly anything changes. Matt is more casually affectionate with Taliesin than he was before, but otherwise, to outside observers, they look just about the same as ever. They go out together, they talk all the time, they have ridiculous inside jokes- it’s the same as before, but with kissing.
Sex, though- sex is weird. Sex is always weird, between anyone, so it takes a while for them to get there. The awkwardness really kicks in when, halfway through stripping each other naked and kissing, Matt freezes up with uncertainty.
“Matt? Babe?” Marisha presses the palm of her hand to his bare chest. “Are you okay?”
It’s not often that words fail him. Matt nods silently, tense, eyes darting back and forth between Taliesin and Marisha- both of them beautiful, both of them terrifying.
“Hey.” Taliesin takes one of his hands and squeezes gently. “Do you want to stop?”
Matt pauses, then shakes his head.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I do want to,” he says. “I really do. Can we…slow down?”
Marisha kisses his cheek softly. “Of course. Come on, let’s just lay down.”
They curl up on the bed together, Matt squeezed between Taliesin and Marisha. This is more familiar territory; they’ve slept together in the literal sense before, even before all of this started. Marisha rubs her hand in circles on Matt’s stomach while Taliesin presses up against his back, head leaning against his shoulder.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Taliesin asks.
“I don’t really know what to talk about,” Matt admits. “I want to do this. I’ve been wanting this for a while.” He glances over his shoulder and smiles a little sheepishly. “I’ve had a- thing for you ever since we met. Just like Marisha.”
“Flatterer,” Taliesin mutters, pressing a kiss to his neck.
Marisha tucks her head under Matt’s chin. “It’s okay if you wanna wait,” she says.
“I’m worried that if I wait much longer I’ll just…psych myself out of this whole thing.” Matt lets out a short, tired laugh. “It’s stupid. I’m just scared. I don’t want anybody to get hurt.”
He can feel Taliesin’s fingers softly scritching his scalp. “We’ll be okay. Even if all of this goes south, we’ll be okay. We’re adults. We are, despite all evidence to the contrary, mature and reasonable people. I trust you.”
“I trust you,” Marisha repeats.
Matt smiles and kisses the top of Marisha’s head. He turns so he can kiss Taliesin, too, and says, “I’m still interested in giving this a shot.”
“I can tell,” Marisha says, and she moves her knee to stroke against Matt’s cock, still half-hard.
He laughs as she rolls on top of him, kissing up and down his chest, while Taliesin pulls Matt's sweatpants off and settles down between his legs.
untitled first time shenanigans- Matt/Marisha/Taliesin
The issue is: the three of them have been friends so long it’s suddenly strange for that to…shift.
The romance is shockingly easy because hardly anything changes. Matt is more casually affectionate with Taliesin than he was before, but otherwise, to outside observers, they look just about the same as ever. They go out together, they talk all the time, they have ridiculous inside jokes- it’s the same as before, but with kissing.
Sex, though- sex is weird. Sex is always weird, between anyone, so it takes a while for them to get there. The awkwardness really kicks in when, halfway through stripping each other naked and kissing, Matt freezes up with uncertainty.
“Matt? Babe?” Marisha presses the palm of her hand to his bare chest. “Are you okay?”
It’s not often that words fail him. Matt nods silently, tense, eyes darting back and forth between Taliesin and Marisha- both of them beautiful, both of them terrifying.
“Hey.” Taliesin takes one of his hands and squeezes gently. “Do you want to stop?”
Matt pauses, then shakes his head.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I do want to,” he says. “I really do. Can we…slow down?”
Marisha kisses his cheek softly. “Of course. Come on, let’s just lay down.”
They curl up on the bed together, Matt squeezed between Taliesin and Marisha. This is more familiar territory; they’ve slept together in the literal sense before, even before all of this started. Marisha rubs her hand in circles on Matt’s stomach while Taliesin presses up against his back, head leaning against his shoulder.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Taliesin asks.
“I don’t really know what to talk about,” Matt admits. “I want to do this. I’ve been wanting this for a while.” He glances over his shoulder and smiles a little sheepishly. “I’ve had a- thing for you ever since we met. Just like Marisha.”
“Flatterer,” Taliesin mutters, pressing a kiss to his neck.
Marisha tucks her head under Matt’s chin. “It’s okay if you wanna wait,” she says.
“I’m worried that if I wait much longer I’ll just…psych myself out of this whole thing.” Matt lets out a short, tired laugh. “It’s stupid. I’m just scared. I don’t want anybody to get hurt.”
He can feel Taliesin’s fingers softly scritching his scalp. “We’ll be okay. Even if all of this goes south, we’ll be okay. We’re adults. We are, despite all evidence to the contrary, mature and reasonable people. I trust you.”
“I trust you,” Marisha repeats.
Matt smiles and kisses the top of Marisha’s head. He turns so he can kiss Taliesin, too, and says, “I’m still interested in giving this a shot.”
“I can tell,” Marisha says, and she moves her knee to stroke against Matt’s cock, still half-hard.
He laughs as she rolls on top of him, kissing up and down his chest, while Taliesin pulls Matt's sweatpants off and settles down between his legs.
They’ll be okay. He loves them.