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Stained and Flawless

Noah Sebastian x Holly (OFC), Matt Dierkes x Holly (OFC), Matt Dierkes x Noah Sebastian

Matt and Holly might (technically) be fighting right now, but he's not strong enough to say no when Noah tells him exactly what he wants for his birthday

Title from Nail Polish by Holywatr because, *looks at Matt and Holly* welp...

Co-written with the incredibly talented @withcrossesandframes (go read her stuff, it's fucking fantastic) who not only said yes when I sprung the idea on her, but helped bring this story to life better than I could have done just by myself

Content warnings: CNC, recreational drug use, drunk/tipsy sex, masked shenanigans, oral sex (f! receiving), biting, spanking, unprotected sex, slight degradation, cuck dynamics, implied cheating, size kink, cum play, cum eating, choking, hand jobs, beginnings of a big bi awakening (yeah, we got another one, Holly and Noah are trouble™)

And, as always, contains sexual situations with and between fictionalized versions of real people. None of this is real. It's all fake.

Part of the PolyVerse//Masterlist

“Hey, you’re not still dating what’s her name, right?”

Matt blinks as Noah’s tinny voice comes through his phone. No, hey, how ya doing, just full steam ahead, throwing Matt off before he can really process it.

“Uh… kind of?” It’s not a lie. They may not be super serious, or quite as hot and heavy as when they started seeing each other, but he just hung out with Adrien last night… and spent some time in her bed before he went home.

“Damnit.”

“Why?”

There’s silence on the other line, and Matt’s known Noah long enough to know that usually means Noah’s debating on telling him something.

“Holly’s been asking me what I want for my birthday… and there is something I want. It just needs someone else to make it work.”

“Don’t you guys have two other boyfriends who’d be more than happy to have a threesome… And wouldn’t require someone to fly?”

“First of all, you’re already coming out. Second, that’s not exactly what I want…”

“Care to run it by me then?”

Noah scoffs. “Why? You’re seeing someone, remember… You know Holly’s rule.”

“Yeah…” he mutters, scratching at the hair he’s let grow on his chin since he’s been home. “Yeah… I know.” Because Matt does. It’s the one thing she’s always been crystal clear about-for her own sake, not any of her boyfriends’… No hooking up if there’s even a hint of him or Folio seeing someone else. But it’s also something that she lets slide every now and then. “Tell me anyway, though.”

He hates he can almost hear Noah’s smug little smile across the line, and can see it perfectly in his mind. It makes him a little hard, because if it’s got Noah sounding like this and involves Holly, it's dirty as fuck.

“It’s been a while since we played with the non thing… and I want to watch someone take advantage of her.”

“She know about this?”

“Does she—dude do you fucking know us? Of course she does.” Noah chuckles. “Well, she knows what I want, and she wants to do it… she just doesn’t wanna know who.”

He's definitely hard now. Pressing a palm to the bulge in his sweat pants as he remembers exactly what that type of sex with Holly is like before he clears his throat and huffs a laugh. “You guys are a bunch of freaks, you know that?” It lacks any bite, and Noah laughs in response but doesn't say anything more.

Seconds tick by, the silence stretching into something loaded, bordering on uncomfortable until Matt clears his throat. “So why me, anyway? Why not Folio?”

“Is that a yes?”

Matt makes a non-committal noise. He wants to say yes… wants to very much indeed. He misses her. Not only the sex but her as a whole. The teasing, sarcastic back and forth they have with each other that's been missing ever since he started fooling around with Adrien and took every chance to push it in her face. They’ve been building it back over the last couple of months, albeit slowly, but it’s still not quite the same.

“I know things have been… weird between you two lately… but she still wants you, and I know you still want her.” Noah continues, “And if anyone is gonna do this right, I know it's gonna be you.”

No. No is definitely what he should say. He should say no and call Adrien as soon as he hangs up with Noah. But he chews his lip and scrubs a hand down his face as Holly takes over his thoughts.

“You're absolutely sure she's gonna be down for this?”

“Dude, trust me.”

Packing and finishing up tour preparations keep him occupied for the most part, but Matt spends the week before flying out to L.A. in a horny, anxious haze. Any time he’s got a second of brain space to spare, it’s there—she’s there—lurking on the edge of his subconsciousness, and at night, in the dark of his bedroom, she’s all he can think about. He feels a small pang of guilt for every unanswered call, every halfhearted text to Adrien. She wants to see him before he flies out, but how can he when all he wants to do is to be home, in his bed, with another girl's panties wrapped around his dick while he thinks of all the ways he’s gonna take her apart in front of her own boyfriend.

He’s still a bit of a wreck by the time he finally lands at LAX, ordering an Uber to a hotel instead of Noah and Jolly’s place like normal. He needs the time alone to clear his head. Get rid of any jitters or second thoughts because Holly is like a bloodhound with shit like that. Zeroing in on the slightest change in any of their moods, and instantly knowing something is up. It’s slightly annoying on his worst of days, but for tonight, it could ruin the whole thing.

“School girl again, huh?”

Holly jumps at the sound of the distorted voice, whipping her attention from her reflection to the doorway. Her heart pounds in her throat when the first thing she sees is the Ghostface mask. It doesn’t matter that she knows it’s Noah. The black empty eyes reveal nothing as she tries to find any hint of the man underneath. He tilts his head, almost taunting her as he studies her for a few seconds before a gloved hand lifts the mask and she’s greeted with his grinning face.

“What?” she asks with a nervous laugh. “Too overplayed?”

Noah snorts as he crosses into the room with a few long strides. “Absolutely not.” Sitting on the edge of their bed, he twirls a finger, and she obliges, turning in a slow circle to let him get the full 360 view of her miniskirt and tiny black cardigan as if he hasn’t seen them countless times before. His low whistle makes her preen, red rising on her cheeks because even though they’ve been together for years, she can’t help but blush under his attention. “You’re gonna wear the fishnets too, right?”

Of course, she was, but Holly rolls her eyes and fakes a put-upon sigh as she closes the distance between them to straddle his lap. “I guess if I have to… Hey-”

She yelps when he pinches the outside of her thigh, only for the sound to turn into a laugh as he mutters, “Brat.”

“I wouldn’t be one if it didn’t rile you up so much.” She teases, giving him a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before she grabs the voice changer from its resting spot on the duvet. “Where’d you get this?”

“Last minute addition… figured I’d at least try to go for some accuracy.” He plucks it from her grasp to hold it up to his mouth again. “Does it turn you on?”

Holly giggles, “I think we need to do more research, and maybe we should start now…”

She nips at his lower lip before licking into his mouth, smiling into the kiss when he groans, and his warmth envelopes her as his arms wrap around her back, pulling her close. She can feel the hard line of his cock straining against the zipper of his black jeans, and she revels in the way he gasps into her mouth when she grinds against it.

“Well, I definitely think it’s working for you…” Holly murmurs against his lips.

Noah pulls away to laugh, breathless, and run a finger across the tops of her breasts before plucking at the buttons of her cardigan. “Or maybe it’s just my very hot girlfriend in my lap, wearing very little clothing…” he glances at the open doorway, “think we have enough time?”

They probably don’t. She doesn't know what time it is, but she's sure it’s late enough that people will start arriving soon. However, she can’t help herself when he’s hard underneath her like this. “Absolutely.”

Her hands slide down his flannel-clothed shoulders to pull at his belt. She’s just able to open the button on his jeans, slide down the zipper, and touch him through his boxers when the sound of the doorbell rings up the stairs.

“Hate to interrupt whatever you two are doing up there…” Nick calls up to them, “but Davis and Michael just got here.”

Holly presses her forehead to his with a disheartened sigh, and she takes a moment to steady her breathing before she leaves his lap to slip into the closet to finish getting dressed. The way he looks at her when she reemerges with her fishnets and extra high top converse makes her want to say screw the party, and drag him to bed. He’d probably prefer that far more than the party thing… But he’s special; to her, to Nick, and Jolly… and he deserves to be celebrated.

“C’mon…” Taking his hand, she pulls him up from the bed. “Let's get this thing started, okay?”

Noah nods, leaning down to give her a toe-curling kiss. “Okay. But I’m coming for you later.”

“Can’t wait.”

The mask mocks him where it sits in his lap on the ride to Noah’s, his black-gloved hands fisting on his knees as unease sprouts in his gut. It tangles and twists with every street until he decides maybe he should back out. It’s not that he doesn’t want this… Matt’s spent the last week thinking about it, about her—fantasizing about all the things he could do to her. Things are just too weird between him and Holly right now, and the second she realizes it’s him above her, she’s probably gonna safeword, anyway.

The car stops in front of Noah’s house before he’s ready, but he’s already decided to find Noah as soon as he gets inside and tell him to figure something else out. It all crumbles to dust the second the front door opens, though, and he sees her.

Holly beams up at him, greeting him with rosy cheeks and slightly hazy eyes in her usual getup. God, she looks good. Tempting. And since Matt’s pretty sure that’s the entire point, he doesn’t bother being subtle when he checks her out as she gestures him inside.

“Look at you,” she teases, reaching up to run her fingers along the features of the mask pushed up on his head. “I didn’t think you’d get all dressed up… You usually hate this.”

Matt laughs, “Well, you said if we were gonna show up, it better be in a costume… Didn’t dare disappoint.”

“So much so you dressed almost identically to Noah, huh?” She mutters as she pulls the mask down over his face, and he feels caught. He tenses, every cell on alert as he waits for the jig to be up, but she just steps back as if to get the whole look before she hums in approval. “It’s a good look on you.”

He lets out the nervous breath he was holding, pushing the mask back up before he reaches out to pinch the dark green and black plaid of her miniskirt. “This is pretty.” As if he hasn’t seen this same skirt every year over the last few years. Neither of them says anything when he lifts the fabric a little too high, high enough to get a glimpse at the scrap of black lace she has on under her fishnets. “So, how many times are you gonna do the whole schoolgirl thing, anyway?”

Holly scoffs, and swats at his hand playfully until he lets the skirt fall back against her thighs. “I don’t know… probably as long as they’re into it.”

The sentence feels loaded, especially when their eyes meet. Her boyfriends aren’t the only ones super into it, and paired with the fishnets it’s like Noah’s offered her up on a silver platter. Gift-wrapped with a bow. He wants to reach for her, touch her the way he has a hundred times before, but it’s as if she can read his mind and she coughs, clearing her throat before stepping back. “No Adrien this time, huh?”

“No… we’re not really that--”

“--Hey, Holls, do you know where the bottle opener went?” Jolly calls from the kitchen, leaning out around the arched entry.

“Shit… hold that thought. That damn thing’s been going missing all night. We’ll catch up later, okay?” She gives his arm a light squeeze, and he swears it burns through his flannel and the thin, black long sleeve underneath, seeping into his skin and spreading to his insides. “It’s good to see you, Matt.”

He can’t help but watch her when she turns to head towards the kitchen. Eyes glued to the mesmerizing way the skirt bounces across her thighs as she walks, the way the fabric frames her curves. He shakes himself out of the trance, tearing his gaze away, only to be caught by Jolly. His friend raises a brow, meeting his eyes over Holly’s head, and he’s instantly transported to that first night. But instead of running away only for her to trail after him, he’s doing the chasing this time. He can almost hear Jolly’s thoughts, a teasing caught you in his ears, but he doesn’t look away until Holly rises on her tip-toes to give Jolly a quick kiss, and then they’re gone from Matt’s view as she ushers him back into the kitchen.

Matt’s nerves come back the more the evening goes on. The more he watches her move through Noah’s house effortlessly. He doesn’t take his eyes off her, keeping her in sight - even in his periphery - as she goes from the kitchen with Jolly, checking in with a couple of Noah’s other friends on her way to Nick’s lap where he sits on the couch in conversation with Davis. Jealousy prickles in his spine when Davis leans in, pinching at her fishnets before he runs a teasing hand up her thigh.

Holly is not his… and Davis is not a threat. They’ve known each other longer than she’s known Nick and Noah, and he’s pretty positive if they would’ve done anything, it would have been long before now. But that doesn’t stop his hackles from rising. Especially not when she readjusts, lifting her legs to rest them in his lap, and neither she nor Nick do anything about the hand Davis lays just below her knee.

He’s caught in conversation with Jesse and his girl when he spies her leaving Nick and Davis, bestowing a deep kiss to the former, and a saucy wink to the latter. However, any relief he might feel is short-lived when he watches her stop by the kitchen and grab two beers from the fridge before heading straight outside to the patio… where Folio is.

Holly steps out onto the back patio, slipping past one of Noah’s friends through the open sliding door, and hears Folio’s pitched laugh. Her eyes find him instantly, and she catches him just as he’s sealing a joint closed, making her laugh. He’s been at the house for a couple of hours now, but the irony of him dressed up in that ridiculous cop costume hasn’t stopped being funny yet.

She makes her way over to him, pulling his attention from his conversation with Michael, and offers one of the beers she carried out here. “I see you’re getting into the role pretty well.”

He takes it from her, but doesn’t even pretend to hide the way his eyes fall to her cleavage. The push-up bra was doing wonders for her tits.

“There you are.” He bites his lip while his gaze drops even lower, making it obvious it’s not just her boyfriends and Matt who enjoy seeing her like this. He tucks the unlit joint behind his ear and digs for his lighter inside his tan trousers. He wedges the plastic bottom under the cap of his beer, pops it off with a flick of his wrist, and gestures to the unopened one in her hand. “How’d you know I was about to smoke?”

She trades without thinking and takes a sip, shrugging. “I dunno… maybe I have a sixth sense for it.”

He opens her his beer, joking, “Could hear the rustling of rolling papers and smell the weed from inside, huh?”

“Or maybe I was looking for an excuse to come hang out with you for a minute.”

“Oh, yeah?” He quirks a brow, but she swears she can see him blush. It could be the alcohol in his system. She did see him throw back one or two cups of the punch she had made since he arrived. He steps a little closer, cutting off anyone wanting to take advantage of the free weed, making her feel like it’s just the two of them out here. “You are pretty popular.”

The compliment is loaded despite sounding lighthearted. Folio’s been a part of whatever this is long enough. He’s no stranger to fighting for her attention when all of them are together like this, and she knows it. He’s been a good sport since he’s been in L.A., even if she can hear his frustration hiding in his voice.

“Shut up,” she giggles, putting her hand on his bare forearm. Even with the slight chill in the air, he’s warm under her fingers, but the touch between them is even more heated.

Any other night, he might’ve taken the chance to push his luck with her, but for now, he laughs with her and reaches for the joint he stashed. He gives it to her with his lighter.

“Giving me green?”

“Anything for you, baby.” He grins, satisfied with how flustered she gets. She can’t help it, especially being as tipsy as she is. Cracking a smile, she plucks the joint from his fingers, feeling his eyes on her as he watches her light it. He waits until she pulls in the first few drags to get it started before asking, “So what’s the deal with you and Matt?”

She holds the smoke in for a few seconds until it catches up to her and she coughs. “What do you mean?” He shrugs and grabs the joint back from her, but doesn’t answer. Folio bringing up Matt wasn’t what she expected, so it took her off guard, feeling like he had prodded a sore spot. After he checks the ash and before the paper can hit his lips, she presses, “What?”

“Didn’t look like you’re still pissed at him.”

Holly snorts, “It’s been like three months, Folio.” His brows raise, and she can feel an air of judgment from him, which makes her defensive. “We can still be friends, ya’know?”

“Friends. Yeah, okay,” he scoffs with a dramatic eye roll, blowing out a cloud of smoke through the corner of his mouth. “Didn’t look like just friends from what I saw.”

It’s not like Folio hasn’t been in the same exact boat Matt’s in currently. If anything, she should call him out for being such a hypocrite, but she didn’t hear the usual edge of jealousy in his observation. She takes another turn with the joint while Folio pats his chest pocket and fishes out a pack of cigs.

She’s buzzing, already feeling a little high, and huffs a laugh. “Maybe that’s because you’ve been trying to get up my skirt since you got here.”

He takes the jab as permission to check her out again, and he’s shameless about it with how his eyes rake down her fishnet-covered thighs. She hears a soft groan of approval before he flicks the lighter and brings the flame to the cigarette dangling from his lips. “It’s a nice skirt.”

Their fingers brush as she swaps the joint for the cigarette, adding to the tension that’s always at a simmer. It always feels strangely intimate—sharing a smoke with him. She should quit altogether, but she can’t bring herself to give up these moments.

“I know. You told me that last year.”

“Did I?” He muses, winking at her. “Must be getting better every year then.”

She knows if he keeps flirting with her like this, it’ll lead to bad decisions, so she changes the topic. “I know why you came here by yourself, but why did Matt? Is he not seeing Adrien anymore?”

It’s subtle, but Folio’s smile drops enough for her to notice. He clears his throat. “Uh… I’m not sure.”

“Don’t you guys talk?”

“We do…” he lets out a laugh, sounding a bit nervous, “just not about her.”

She shifts her attention to the people on the lawn and flicks the ash of the cig. “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

“Oh, c’mon, Holls. There’s nothing to tell,” Folio reassures with a laugh and bumps her with an elbow. “He just doesn’t talk about her, really.”

Holly’s not sure how to take that. It could mean anything when it comes to Matt. It’s either not serious at all, and she’s merely a fling not worth bringing up in conversation with the guys, or it is serious, and he’s choosing to keep things quiet from the band.

One thing for certain is that she doesn’t want to spend another second thinking about Matt’s dating life. She places the half-burned cig in Folio’s mouth, teasing, “You’re a terrible gossip.”

“Good thing you’re not into me for my gossip.” He mumbles around the filter.

Holly’s always guilty of being a little too comfortable around Folio. She makes the mistake of looking up at him, meeting his eyes. They’re heavy, glazed over from weed and alcohol, tracking lazily from eye to eye before drifting down to her lips. He doesn’t have to say the words, she’s seen this look enough to know he wants to kiss her.

“I like your costume, by the way…” She brushes her thumb over the hair growing above his lip. His hand finds a place on her waist, and she lets him bring her closer until she’s pressed against him. “So when were you gonna ask me for a mustache ride?”

“I mean…pretty sure you’re gonna be occupied with the birthday boy tonight, or I would’ve opened with that.”

Noah finds him in the kitchen, pulling a soda from the fridge as he tries to fight his way through his second thoughts.

“Been looking for you for a bit, man.” The doubt must be showing on his face, because the grin on Noah’s face drops, and he lowers his voice, “You good?”

“Are you sure you don’t want Folio to do this?”

“What? You’re not getting cold feet on me, are you?”

Matt sighs. “I mean… maybe?” He glances behind Noah, watching Holly and Folio share a cigarette and a joint through the sliding glass door, and he can’t help but notice the way their fingers linger against one another as they swap. “Her and Folio seem to be getting along better than she and I are at the moment.” It’s the truth. Apart from when he first got here, Holly hasn’t talked to him all night, and he doesn’t quite know if that’s been on purpose, or if she’s just been that busy.

Noah scoffs and he doesn’t bother to look behind him before he leans back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “You ever wonder why she puts up such a wall between the two of you sometimes? I mean, don’t get me wrong… there’s definitely a thing between her and Folio, but you ever think there’s a reason the two of you spark off so quickly?”

They all know how he feels about her. It’s not exactly a secret. But a weight drops into his stomach, and he feels nervous. Anxious in a way that has nothing to do with what they’re trying to pull off tonight. “Listen, man…”

Noah doesn’t give him a chance to defend himself. Instead, he keeps going. “I trust my girlfriend, dude; I know what we have and I know she loves the fuck outta me… But I’m not stupid. I see the way you two are with each other, and I know she misses you. She wants you… probably just about as much as you want her. It’s no offense to Folio, but if I’m gonna have someone do this, and do it the way I want to see it,” he shrugs, “it's gotta be you.”

A quiet falls between them, and even though it’s heavy, it’s not a burden. The party continues around them, someone laughs, and the music plays on while he thinks about what Noah said. He supposes it was to make him feel better, and it did, but it also opened the door to more questions. Ones he’s not quite ready to think about… especially not tonight, apart from maybe one. Matt can’t help it. He knows it’ll only keep niggling at him if he doesn’t. So he tilts his head, studying Noah as he asks, “This isn’t like… some kind of degradation thing for you, is it?”

“Fuck off.” Noah’s laughter lightens the mood, but there’s no mistaking the pink rising on his cheeks, and that’s interesting to say the least. “Are you in or not?”

It’s possible this could all blow up in their faces, and he’ll end up regretting it. But he’s in. He’s so in. “I’m in,” he says with a nod, “but are you positive she’s in on this? Are Nick and Jolly?”

“Dude. We don’t do any of this without everyone else’s explicit permission… especially hers. She was just very clear on not wanting to know the when or the who.” Noah looks around, as if to make sure she can’t see them before he takes off his flannel overshirt and holds it out to him. “Here.”

Matt shakes his head, but he takes his own flannel off before trading it for Noah’s. “Any preference on when you want me to pull her upstairs?”

“No… I’ll leave that up to you. I’ll keep my eye out though, follow you up when you’re ready.”

They’re at the point in the night where it’s now or never. Matt has to pull the trigger and go for it or else he risks ruining their plan. Holly’s distracted, which is perfect, existing in the sweet spot, but if she continues to drink, takes another smoke break, or spends one more minute in Folio’s lap, he’s going to miss his opportunity.

He makes sure she spots him walking into the kitchen before looping back around into the living room with the mask pulled over his face. Folio’s hand has been on her thigh, inching higher and higher under her skirt, and he can’t have that.

He walks up to the couch and taps her on the shoulder, interrupting them. She turns and looks up with a smile—one that isn’t meant for him. “Hey, birthday boy.”

Without saying a word, Matt wraps his hand around her arm and helps her off the couch, and more importantly, Folio’s lap. She goes along with it while a defeated Folio sinks back into the couch and shoots him an annoyed look that says, really, man?

Holly pouts out her bottom lip and reaches for him. “Don’t be mad! I’ll be back later.” But it’s an empty, jello-shot-influenced promise she has no plans on keeping, and they all know it.

“Yeah, yeah.” Folio shakes his head and smiles, waving her off. “G’night, Holls.”

Taking her by the hand, Matt leads her upstairs, but before they make it to Noah’s bedroom, she tries to pull him into a kiss. He catches her wrist and shakes his head, and answers through the voice distorter, “Not yet.”

She bites her lip and giggles, “Oh, that voice is definitely working on me.”

It’s been too long since he’s seen her this turned on, and it’s embarrassing how quickly his cock stiffens in his pants. He drags her into the room and shuts the door behind them. “Sit on the bed, Holly.”

The room is damn near dark, dimly lit by the LED lights that run along Noah’s headboard, but he can see her perfectly as she skips across the room, stopping midway to do a flirty twirl that causes the pleats of her skirt to flip up, giving him another eyeful of everything underneath. Matt’s already struggling to stay focused and has to clench his fist at his side.

He leans against the door and takes in the view of her sitting on the edge of the bed. She’d been under his watchful eye most of the night, but he almost can’t believe how amazing she looks; from the cute pigtails she has to that tiny sweater that leaves nothing to the imagination. She’s unaware and completely oblivious to who’s really under the mask, and that thinly veiled innocence has his cock throbbing.

A few seconds of silence pass, and she starts getting restless. “Noah, c’mon.”

It should feel deceitful—the way he’s taking advantage of her. He’s been doubtful if Holly was actually going to buy the switch-up, but after hearing her call him her boyfriend’s name, it just makes him want to keep this up for as long as he can.

He doesn’t say a word as she looks him up and down. She’s had a couple of drinks, and he hopes it’s enough for the height difference to go unnoticed.

“Oh, are we roleplaying?” She jokes and Matt nods.

She tips forward and crosses her arms over her lap to squeeze her tits together while putting on her best schoolgirl voice, “Am I in trouble, Mister Ghostface?”

Matt nearly groans under the mask, but he bites it back and nods again. He finally pushes off the door and saunters over to her. Standing before her, he takes her chin in his gloved hand and tips her head up. She looks up through her lashes and his thoughts run away to that depraved corner of his mind. He imagines her mascara streaked down her cheeks and her lipstick smeared across her swollen lips stretched around his…

“Please don’t kill me. I’ll make it up to you,” she teases with a smirk, running her hands up his thighs. He can see the want in her eyes as she bites her lip, skimming one of her hands closer to where he aches for her touch most. He wishes it were his teeth sinking into the full flesh, but he settles for running his gloved thumb across it instead.

She giggles, lowering her gaze to where he’s hard and aching. “Wow, these pants really don’t hide much, do they?” The break in character pulls a huff of laughter from his mouth, only for it to turn into a whisper of a groan when she leans in to mouth at the shape of him over his pants. The heat of her mouth-even through the denim-makes his head fall back, the black leather of his glove tangling in her hair as she offers him a taste of what she wants to do.

God, he wants. It’s been months since he felt the wet warmth of her mouth around him, and if he weren’t almost certain it would give them away, Matt would give in. However, he’s not ready for the charade to end. He wants to soak up every bit of this he can. So when she reaches for his belt, slipping one of her fingers under the strip of leather in his buckle, he acts.

He wraps a gloved hand around each of her wrists, pushing them away gently with a shake of his head as he lowers to his knees.

“Oh, come on… it’s your birthday,” Holly pouts, even though she lies back with little protest.

Matt smiles behind the mask, and for once, Noah’s tendency to be a munch is playing in his favor. He’s sure this wouldn’t be the first time today that Noah would have had his face buried in her perfect pussy. His fingertips dig into her thighs for a brief moment as he thinks about how to do this without instantly giving himself away. He’s not like Nick or Jolly; he’s never had a front-row seat to learn exactly how he eats out his girlfriend… but all that stops mattering as soon as she parts her legs.

It’s like he can’t control himself. At the first sight of her black lace panties, damp spot already darkening the fabric, he instantly feels ravenous. He stops thinking about what Noah would do in this situation and just does. The mask hits the floor, and he tears at her fishnets, ignoring her reprimand in favor of hooking his fingers around her underwear. Tucking them into the crease of her thigh, he notices that she’s waxed—most likely in preparation for Noah’s birthday. He drags his mouth across her, nipping at the soft flesh like a starved man. There isn’t a spot of her smooth, bare skin that goes untouched by him.

When his teeth scrape a little too hard, she yelps and instinctively tries to close her legs around his head. He keeps her thighs open and gets a breathy giggle from her. “You’re really worked up tonight.”

He licks up the center of her exposed pussy, and he swears she tastes better than he remembers. Hearing her moan the second his tongue rolls over her clit makes smelling nothing but cheap plastic fumes for the last few minutes worth it. He’d suffer behind the stupid mask every time if it meant making her sound like this; to have her writhe against his face.

Being buried between her thighs is one of the few times he doesn’t have to think. All the stress, doubt, and worry in his life fade the moment he has her like this. If he ever allowed himself to reflect on it, he might conclude that it’s the reason he chases it. Her. His only vice. She’s the addiction he can’t quite kick, a temptation he’ll never fail to give in to—an escape he’ll always run to. He can finally shut his brain off and just feel, listening to the hushed curses falling out of her mouth.

Matt gets lost in it. Drunk off the way her taste and smell surround him that he kind of forgets the act of it all, that she doesn’t know it’s him gorging himself on her, and he doesn’t think to stop her when her hand slides into his hair. She freezes, but he still doesn’t stop. He keeps going as her breathing changes, and she pats his head before she moves to sit up. She pushes his head away, and with one last lick of his tongue along her clit, he lets her. Sitting back on his heels, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as she scrambles backwards on the bed.

“M-Matt?!” she stutters, “What the fuck?!”

He knows he should hate the way fear has taken over the lust in her hazy eyes, but there’s something about the confused, slightly scared way she stares up at him as he gets to his feet. It eggs him on. He licks at his lips, enjoying the lingering taste of her as his eyes travel from her shocked expression to her exposed cunt. Huffing a laugh, he meets her gaze again, and he smirks. “Busted.”

The tick of her eyes to the door behind him is a dead giveaway that she’s going to make a run for it, and before she has time to, he lunges. Snagging a hand around her ankle to pull her flat on her back, he straddles her thighs. He laughs as she tries to fight back, nails biting into his skin through his sleeves when the smacks to his chest fail to work. “Don't act like you didn't miss me… miss this.”

Her hips buck in an attempt to throw him off, but he just laughs again and folds her wrists over her chest, pinning them with one hand while he pulls the glove off of the other with his teeth. He reaches down and slips warm fingers through her wet folds. “You can't hide how much you were enjoying it earlier.”

“That's because I didn't think it was you… now get off me--”

“I mean… I can put the mask back on if that'll make you feel better, but…” Matt smirks, leaning in to murmur in her ear, “I think we both know you want this.”

“I don’t.”

“Yeah? Sure seemed like you were thinking about it when you let me lift up your skirt, remember? Let me get an eyeful of those pretty panties of yours.”

Her glare tells him that he’s got her, not only pinned helplessly to the mattress, but that he can read her better than she’ll ever admit. She can be pissed at him as much as she wants, but in the end, they’re always going to find their way back here.

He runs his slick fingers over her and pushes one inside her.

“Stop it,” she pants, already tiring out from squirming under him. “I don’t want to do this with you, Matt.”

“See, you say that,” he coos, adding another finger, “but the way your pussy’s gripping around my fingers tells me that’s a lie, Holly… and I’ve always thought you were a shitty liar.”

Her hips buck again just as he works a third inside her. It does nothing to displace him. No, all it does is send his fingers deeper, and he watches with satisfaction as her mouth falls open at the stretch. She can lie to him all she wants, but her body will always tell him the truth. She’s soaked around his fingers, her cunt clenching around him as she rides them on instinct, body falling into the rhythm they both know so well by now.

He’s achingly hard, and even though she’s nowhere near as open as he usually likes her to be, he needs to be inside her. The sound she makes when he slips his fingers free cuts right through him as he maneuvers his way between her legs. He pulls the leather of his belt from the buckle in a hurry, tugging at the button of his jeans and tearing down the zipper—it’s a challenge with one hand, but he doesn’t trust her not to run if he lets her go for even a second. He makes it work, and soon enough, he’s wrapping wet fingers around his shaft to guide himself inside her.

“Matt—Matt please—don’t do this,” she cries when he notches the head of his cock at her entrance.

Oh, she’s gotten good at this, he thinks. The terrified desperation in her voice is just believable enough to make him pause. “Then tell me to stop, Holly. We’ve done this enough for you to know exactly what you need to say when you really don’t want it.”

He waits, cock in hand, the wet heat of her cunt against his tip driving him mad with every second that ticks by until he thinks he sees a flicker of delight in her eyes even as she whimpers. “Please stop.”

“Yeah,” he mutters as he bites his bottom lip, “didn’t think so.”

“No-” she yelps at the first press of him inside her, but all he can think about, focus on, is how good she feels. God, she’s fucking phenomenal, and it takes every bit of self-control he has to take it slow instead of burying himself to the hilt like he wants to. It’s been months since they’ve been together like this; he can be nice and break her in slowly this time.

He watches how he disappears inside her for a moment, only to look up and see the tears break from her eyes to roll down her cheeks. Leaning forward, he braces himself on his forearm to run his lips across the wet tracks as he coos, “I know… I know, baby, it’s a lot.” He can’t hold back his groan as he sinks in another inch, even as she lets out a pained whine. “But I know you can take it… you always do.”

Matt doesn’t tempt her, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth instead of her lips because he knows she’s likely to bite him before he sits back to marvel at how much of him she’s already taken. “Look at that, I’m already halfway in, baby,” he pulls back slowly, reveling in the way her wet walls hug him before he rocks forward. He doesn’t rush, but he also doesn’t stop until he bottoms out, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. Like they belong together.

“See? What did I tell you? Perfect fit.”

She shakes her head, eyes focused on the ceiling as she refuses to look at him, and he can’t help but laugh. “That’s it, huh? Thought you’d at least have a little more fight in you.”

It’s playing with fire. He knows her well enough by now that he knows exactly how to get a rise out of her—and it works. Delight trills up his spine when her lips purse, and just before she can spit at him, he lets her arms go to clamp a hand over her mouth. “Oh, I don’t fucking think so, baby. That only works so many times.”

Two things happen at once. She digs her teeth into his palm, hard, and the heel of her hand clips his chin. He can’t hold back the yelp of pain that bursts from his mouth. That shit hurt, but she just laughs underneath him, cunt clenching around him as she asks smugly, “How’s that for a fight?”

The stinging on his hand and pain radiating through his jaw are the reminders that this is as real as this fantasy is going to get, even if he knows it's all a game. He goaded her into it, because that dark and depraved side of himself needs to know how far he can push her.

But it takes two. He should know she’s baiting him just as much as he’s testing her limit. He falls for it anyway and lets her taunt trigger him. Between the adrenaline rush and Noah’s goddamn flannel, he’s already hot and his sweaty hair is sticking to the nape of his neck.

Any patience he has snaps, and he rubs his aching jaw. “Okay… if that’s how you want it.”

This may all be a game, but the anger that radiates off of him feels very real. Maybe she shouldn’t have bitten him, or hit him, but Matt knows exactly how to get under her skin. How to dig and push just to get a reaction that he can punish her for later.

Holly won’t ever admit ‌it, but she was halfway relieved to find it wasn’t actually Noah between her thighs. From the moment he walked through the front door, Matt had been on her mind. When he was in Texas, or anywhere that wasn’t with her, she could push those fleeting thoughts away and remind herself why they stopped fooling around in the first place. It’s a different story when he’s standing in front of her, looking at her the way he does.

His heated looks from across the room brought up not-so-distant memories tonight, and they didn’t stop playing even when she believed it was Noah’s mouth on her. It felt like a betrayal, the way Matt’s face and touch played in her mind, only to find out she was the one being played. She thinks about lashing out again, but before she can react, he pulls out of her and flips her onto her stomach. He’s rough, grunting, “I was trying to be nice, ya’know? But you can’t ever help yourself… you always gotta push.”

She sees an opportunity and tries to scramble off the bed a second time, but he’s quicker. Stronger. He grabs her ankle and yanks her backwards to straddle her thighs. His grip on her wrists is painful, and he’s far from gentle pinning them to her lower back. If it weren’t for the music playing downstairs, they might hear her screaming for Noah.

His mocking laugh is hot against her ear, “Who do you think told me what to do, huh? He’s not gonna help you, are you, Noah?”

She hears the creak of the closet door opening and whips her head around to see Noah stepping out wearing the mask. It doesn’t matter if this is all a game; she feels the color fade from her face as the realization sinks in. This—Matt—is what he chose, and not only did she fall into their trap so easily, but he’s been hiding in here all along. Matt tosses something to him, and he catches it.

“N-Noah?” She hates the way her voice breaks, but she’s hoping it sounds desperate enough to get him to intervene.

“What’s the matter, Holly?” His distorted voice crackles through the voice changer, and one of his gloved hands pushes the mask up and off his face. “Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He crosses into the room, crouching to meet her eye level as he grins at her, but unlike earlier, it does nothing to put her at ease. The gleeful glint in his eyes as he runs a thumb along her tear-stained cheeks feels dark, ravenous, and for a moment, Holy wonders exactly what they’re going to do to her in here. She knows what she agreed to, and deep down she knows neither of them would ever actually hurt her more than she allows, but there’s something about the unknown that makes her nervous.

Holly waits for him to say something, anything, to put her at ease. All she gets instead is a quiet be good before he’s standing and moving to the lounge chair that sits beside their full-length mirror while Matt chuckles behind her.

Keeping his hand locked around her wrists, he hooks his other arm beneath her to hike her up onto her knees, nudging her legs open with his. He pauses to feel the fishnets over her thighs, and she can almost convince herself this is like any other time. That’s until his hand cracks against her ass. She howls in pain, muffling her cry into the bedspread. Within seconds, she feels the welt form on the surface of her skin, and for the first time, she’s afraid of another one.

That isn’t to say she isn’t enjoying how his calloused hand covers her when he palms her ass cheek. The warmth of his palm feels like a balm on the stinging skin, even if his touch is anything but gentle. She doesn’t have to look over her shoulder to know he’s admiring his work, marveling at how she looks spread apart for him.

“If you only knew how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you, Holly,” he confesses, rocking his sticky cock through her cheeks. She’s already sore, clenching around nothing anticipating the next intrusion.

“Matt, wait,” she pants, “please.”

“About your pussy…” He continues, ignoring her plea, which worries her more. He presses the head of his cock against her entrance, but unlike before, he doesn’t give her the mercy of going slow, and sinks into her in a single thrust, knocking the breath from her. He leans forward, hips flush against her ass, to whisper in her ear, “And now I get to ruin it.”

He isn’t allowing her to brace herself either before he snaps his hips. He’s almost too big on a good day when he’s worked her open first, but now it feels like he’s splitting her open. It hurts, and she can’t hold back her cries even if she wants to. She doesn’t safeword, though, and takes the punishment of a bruised cervix and sore arms.

To her relief, he lets go of her wrists only to blanket himself over her as she fists the duvet beneath her.

“You know, I almost said no… can you believe that?” Matt grunts into her ear as he pulls back, and she whimpers as the slow drag of his cock strikes a match of pleasure inside her. “But then I figured it’d probably been too long since one of ‘em had fucked the brat outta you.”

To call the set of his teeth into her shoulder a nip would be polite, an understatement. The sharp sting of his bite makes her cry out through clenched teeth but still her hips cant backwards, searching.

“I don’t want to do this with you.” Matt mocks with a quiet imitation of her voice. “Yet you're chasing me the second I pull out.”

She can feel him, his tip hot and hard right under where she craves him. It should disgust her, the way he treats her when they do this, and on some level, she’s sure it does, but in this moment all she wants is more.

“And I’ll give it to you…” he continues as if he can read her mind, “but I want to hear you beg for it.” He cradles her neck and guides her gaze to Noah. “Tell me—tell him—how much you want it right now.”

This is the last out she’s going to get; she knows it. She looks to Noah, trying to decipher what he’s thinking, but the low light of the room casts shadows over his eyes. They’re nothing but two dark, fathomless voids that almost seem to mock her when he leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees.

Holly shakes her head in a desperate attempt to look anywhere else, but Matt’s hold keeps her steady. “Tell him, Holly.”

“I-I want it.” She tells Noah, watching the way he sits back to palm himself through his jeans. Matt doesn’t move though, so she keeps going as she tries to ignore the way the shame makes the arousal in her belly burn brighter. “I need it—need him. I-l’ll do anything.”

There’s a huff of laughter and another rough scrape of teeth along her shoulder before Matt pushes himself back up. She refuses to think about how she misses his warmth against her back, focusing on the way he grips her waist as he lines himself back up again. “Well. Since you asked so nicely.”

Somehow, Holly thought it’d hurt less as he breeches her again. But the burn of the stretch as her body makes room for him tangles with the shame, the arousal, turning it into something entirely new. Something that has her crying out in pleasure.

“Yeah… look at that.” He hums as he bottoms out. She tries to hide, burying her face in the duvet because she can’t stand the weight of Noah’s gaze as she gives in and welcomes the deep, punishing rhythm Matt sets. But he doesn’t let her. “No, no.” Her scalp stings as he tangles his fingers in her hair and forces her to look back at her boyfriend. “He wanted to watch this. So go on… Show him how you look when you’re finally getting fucked the way you need it.”

He’s not touching himself, but she knows he wants to; his hands dig into his thighs before they curl into fists. It’s taking everything in his power not to get involved, and when her eyes cut to the mirror beside him, she can see why.

Holly almost doesn’t recognize herself. Dark tracks of eyeliner and mascara run down her cheeks, her mouth agape in wanton pleasure as every rough snap of Matt’s hips has her hurtling closer to her orgasm. Their eyes meet in the reflection, and she hates how he can make her feel like this every single time, even when she wants to be pissed at him.

“Next time he asks me to do this—shit—I’m telling him to open your ass up for me, just so I can make him watch me ruin you completely.” He scoffs. “Fuck—he’d probably enjoy it more than this though… don’t ya think?”

She tries to protest, but it comes out as a jumbled grunt, not that it would make any difference when her body betrays her and she soaks around him at the thought. He flashes a smug grin in their reflection before he releases a harsh smack to her ass. “Oh, Holly,” he pants, “you act like… your opinion matters here.”

Maybe it’s the way he talks down to her, like she’s nothing, or maybe it’s the way he smacks her ass again, but she snaps like a rubber band pulled too taut. Falling apart with shaking legs as her orgasm takes hold, she cums with a shriek that he scrambles to muffle with his hand.

She’s dimly aware of Matt gasping a litany of curses before his hips still and he releases into her with a quiet grunt, and she barely notices when he pulls out to collapse beside her on the bed. Even half dazed with ringing ears, she’s too focused on the man in front of her.

“Noah…” she whimpers, and this time he comes to her. He crosses the short distance between them in two long strides, kneeling in front of her as he cups her face. His touch alone is comforting, settling the haze in her mind and bringing her back to earth.

“You did so good, baby… God, you were so good.” The praise sinks into her bones, down to her soul. “Can you be good for me a little more?” He asks, giving her a blinding smile in return when she nods. It might be the drop, but the idea of pleasing him makes her chest hum as a feeling, warm and syrupy sweet, spreads through her.

“Yeah… of course you can…” he coos, “lemme see?”

Holly nods again, rolling on sore limbs into Matt’s warmth to settle on her back. She knows she looks a mess, debauched, but he gazes at her with nothing but reverence as he rounds the bed. His knees sink into the mattress, and he wraps his hands around her ankles. They slide up the backs of her calves as he presses a kiss to one then both her knees before hooking around her thighs to spread her wide.

A shiver rolls through her when he reaches down to run his thumb along her slit, gathering some of Matt’s cum that’s already leaked out of her. She gasps when he pushes the digit inside, fucking Matt’s release back into her gently though the fingers of his free hand dig into her thigh with barely concealed restraint.

Through half-lidded eyes she watches him lick his lips, chewing on the soft skin. She knows what he wants; she’s just wondering if he’s gonna ask or take—not that it matters, she’s gonna give it to him either way.

“God, you’re full of him…” he mutters, pulling his thumb from her to bring it to his mouth. His eyes roll back and he groans, like he’s got a taste of the sweetest thing on earth. That’s the only warning she gets before he lowers to his stomach.

She clings to Matt as Noah licks into her like he’s starving. Running his tongue around her hole, he follows the same path his thumb took; lapping up every drop of her, of Matt, that might cling to her lips before he slips inside. She’s sore, aching from the way Matt took her, but that doesn’t prevent arousal from rising when two of Noah’s fingers join his tongue.

They curl inside her, petting her g-spot as they scoop Matt’s cum to bring it out onto his waiting tongue. He’s gonna fuck her after this, she knows, and there’s not a single thing Holly can do about it. Not that she wants to.

It’s almost too much; caught between Noah, eating her out as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and Matt’s soft, tender touches. She ends up desperate, begging for it by the time Noah rises, licking his lips as she reaches for him.

“I got you, baby… I got you,” he breathes into her open mouth as he pushes inside her, swallowing her quiet cries with a kiss. He tastes like her and Matt, and maybe she’s just as freaky as he is, because she sucks on his tongue as soon as it’s in her mouth. Drinking down any remnants of her and Matt together until it’s just him. She lets him surround her, filling her senses as he sets a sweet but deep pace.

The hand he wraps around her throat is gentle, loving—possessive—a claim she feels with every delicate thrust. He may have let Matt have her tonight, reveled in the way he took her like she was anything but precious to him; but where Matt felt like a punishment, breaking her open apart in the most delicious way, Noah feels like a balm, soothing all her cracks and putting her back together piece by piece.

“You were so perfect tonight—so, so good—for me… for him.” Noah gasps as his hips lose their measured rhythm. “Absolutely perfect.” His hand around her throat tightens for just a moment, but that’s exactly what Holly needs to fall over the edge with him.

Holly welcomes his weight when he collapses on top of her and for a moment, neither of them moves, save for the light trail of her nails over his back. He huffs a soft laugh when she ventures too close to his side before he pushes himself up slightly to clear her sweaty bangs from her forehead. “Thank you.”

She feels like she should be thanking him… it’s his birthday, and Holly’s the one who got the orgasms and the railing of a lifetime. She knows what he means though; she didn’t have to go along with it, especially with the Matt of it all. But she did. They’ll have a conversation about his antics later, but for now she just smiles and runs her nose against his with quiet affection as she whispers, “Happy birthday.”

They probably would have stayed there, content to soak up each other’s presence in the afterglow, if not for the awkward clearing of Matt’s throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but I think it’s probably better if I go… and let you two have your moment.”

While she’s a little more lucid than she was before Noah took over, her head still feels a little like it’s been stuffed full of cotton, but even Holly can see how Matt seems a little lost when she shifts her gaze to him. He’s never shied away from going there with her, but she knows how much he craves the gentleness afterwards, and as she looks back to Noah, she can already see in his eyes that he knows what she’s thinking.

“Stay,” Noah says before she gets a chance to.

“What?”

“Stay… at least for a shower… I think it might do the two of you a bit of good.”

“Are you sure--”

“Dude…” Noah scoffs, the sound turning into a groan as he pulls out of her, “c’mon.”

“Please, Matt?” Holly knows she's playing a little dirty; using the sweet, soft voice that works on him so well, but she can see he needs it. They always take care of each other after they do this, and this time is no different, even with the addition of Noah.

Seconds tick by as she watches the emotions play on his face as he weighs his options, and for a moment, she can’t read him. She almost thinks he’s going to say no until he huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “Okay… let’s go take a shower.”

This isn’t weird, he tells himself as he watches Noah and Holly trade kisses as they undress each other. He supposes it’s not any weirder than hanging around to watch Noah eat his cum out of her while he kissed her neck and teased her nipples with his fingers.

It’s a little less weird when she’s in front of him, naked, while Noah starts the shower and he finally gets to drink her in. All of her. Every inch of soft, tattooed skin, every dip and curve of her body that he’s thought about every night for the past week. She undresses him in silence, but it’s not heavy, and for a moment he can pretend it’s just the two of them before Noah peeks his head around the frosted glass door.

“Are you guys coming?”

Noah’s shower is roomier than he thought it would be, Matt thinks as he follows Holly into the warm spray of water coming from the dual showerheads. There’s one on each side, and he wonders if that was something that came with the place or if Noah and Jolly installed them on their own. He tries not to let his thoughts wander past that and into more dangerous waters of what the three (or four) of them might get up to in here. Hell, he’s trying not to think about what Holly and Noah would be doing if he wasn’t here right now, but it’s difficult not to when he makes eye contact with the portrait of Jesus on Noah’s back as Holly presses a kiss to it while Noah wets his hair.

“You okay?” She asks when she turns around and gestures for him to tip his head back and into the water. The warmth seeps into his skin, calming some of his nerves along with her touch as she moves closer to him.

He huffs a quiet laugh as he clears the water from his eyes, pulling her in until she’s chest to chest with him and he helps her wet her own hair. “I think I should be the one asking you that… I didn’t hold back there.”

“No… you didn’t.” Holly smirks with mirth in her tired eyes. “And it was perfect.” She kisses him for the first time in months, and he sinks into it. Savoring the way her tongue dips into his mouth and the soft nip of her teeth on his bottom lip when she pulls away.

But he’s not ready to let her go. He chases her, tangling his hand in her wet hair as he cups her skull to bring her lips back to his. He just got this back, and he’s not planning on stopping until he’s had his fill. Not for anything, or anyone. Not even for her own boyfriend.

Noah doesn’t seem to mind though. Matt feels his presence, can almost feel the heat of him through Holly as he presses up against her back.

Before Holly, he’s never shared anyone like this—never had sex in the presence of another man. Even though tonight has pushed him out of his comfort zone more than ever, Noah’s fingers brushing against him as he touches her should stop him, but it doesn’t.

His kisses grow hungrier as he licks into her mouth, drawing out a pretty little whimper from her. The effect she has on him is immediate. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he’s hard again, but who can blame him when her wet, naked body is pressing up against him like this.

“Oh, hi,” she teases, giggling through the sloppy kiss, and it makes him throb.

He feels guilty wanting more of her when she’s already given him so much, but her hands start moving across his back and the worry washes away. She caresses his sides, over his hips, and down his thighs before slipping a hand between them.

He’ll never grow tired of the feeling of her fingers wrapped around him. The size comparison never fails to swell his ego. She’s always been gentle handling his cock, but right now she’s purposeful with the twist of her wrist, pulling a groan from him. Matt might’ve forgotten about Noah entirely if it weren’t for the breathy chuckle he lets out.

Holly laughs as well, but then she’s dragging her mouth over his throat, sucking the taut skin between her teeth, and he can’t bring himself to care about the marks she’s leaving—not with the way she’s stroking him.

He thinks she must’ve added some body wash to her hand because he’s gliding through the tight circle of her fist. It doesn’t take long before he’s feeling dizzy. Between the hot water ripping down his back and everything she’s doing to him, he’s too distracted to notice the second pair of hands.

Matt’s eyes snap open when the realization hits him. He blinks through the water dripping off his lashes to see Noah’s still behind Holly, kissing down the slope of her shoulder. His hand has joined hers on Matt’s cock.

They work in unison, slowly twisting and squeezing their hands together around his shaft. It feels too good to stop, but the conflicting emotions are a bullet train and he can’t get off the tracks fast enough.

Of course, she senses the shift and stops kissing his neck to ask, “You okay?” He swallows the lump of insecurity in his throat and nods, but it isn’t convincing her. “Do you want to stop?”

He’s shaking his head before she gets all the words out. That’s the last thing he wants to do, even if it’s new and he doesn’t know how to feel about it yet. He likes it…a lot; he knows that much. It can be our secret, he thinks, and clears his throat with a grunt, answering, “No. Keep going.”

She does just that, but she’s playing, nosing under his ear before nipping at his lobe. He isn’t one for being teased, but he knows she likes it, and right now he’ll let her do just about anything if it means she’ll keep touching him.

“God, you’re so hard,” Holly mumbles.

A puff of strained laughter bubbles out of his mouth, and he can’t do anything more than nod dumbly, not when he’s lost most coherent thought.

“It’s not just me, is it?” She asks with a scrape of her teeth along his collarbone.

He lets out a shuddering breath, shaking his head no as he slurs, “S’good.”

There’s a mouth on his that isn’t Holly’s. He’s not exactly sure what he thought kissing a man would be like, but it wasn’t like this. Noah’s surprisingly gentle pressing his lips to Matt’s, making the first kiss somewhat chaste, giving Matt a chance to back out of the whole thing.

Matt doesn’t pull away or push him off. In fact, he tips his chin instinctively as if he’s done this before, silently asking for another. Noah’s quick to oblige and goes in for a second without hesitating. Matt chooses not to think about how easily he melts into the kiss, even with Noah’s stubble rubbing against his skin.

It might be due to Holly’s fingers tickling that sensitive spot under his cockhead, but his brain goes fuzzy. Noah takes advantage of his compliance and deepens the kiss, licking the seam of his lips before pushing them open.

Matt might’ve believed having his best friend’s tongue in his mouth would feel weird, but it doesn’t—not in the way he expects. There’s no denying it’s different. The scratch of his facial hair, the near foot height difference, the salty taste of his mouth: all reminders that he’s not Holly. It’s a bit of a mindfuck, really. She’s still under his arm, pliant and delicate, her soapy tits pressing against his side.

Noah uses his other hand to hold Matt’s jaw, guiding them both through the kiss. It’s almost seamless when Holly lets go and Noah takes over, both of them moving so naturally that Matt starts to understand why the others join in the way they do.

The nip on Matt’s lip wakes up the dominant side that’s been lying dormant. He slides one of his hands into Noah’s hair to tangle in the grown-out strands at the back of his head as he surges into the kiss. His fingers flex, curling into a fist, and Noah rewards him with one of the prettiest sounds Matt thinks he’s ever heard slip from his mouth. If he were capable of higher brain function right now, he’d probably laugh now that he’s confronted with just how alike Holly and Noah are. But right now, he just wants to hear it again, and he’s not disappointed when he tugs at Noah’s hair a second time.

“Fuck,” Noah groans, staggering forward, and catches himself on the shower wall behind Matt.

Matt blinks his eyes open and follows the line of Holly’s shoulder to her hand wrapped around Noah. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before. He has. They’ve all caught glimpses of each other in different states of undress over the years more times than he can count. Hell, he just watched them fuck in the bedroom a few minutes ago.

But seeing Noah’s cock in her hand up close like this is entirely new, and, damnit, he doesn’t hate it. He can’t stop staring at the way her wrist twists up and down his soap-slick shaft, watching Noah’s tip disappear into her tight grip with every stroke. It tricks his brain because his own hips jerk in response. He’s fucking himself into the loose circle of Noah’s fist, but he doesn’t mind the lazy grip of tattooed fingers or that he’s distracted by Holly. The familiar tightening of his balls makes him realize how close he is. This time, Matt’s the one who closes the distance, mouthing along Noah’s cheek until he gets the nerve to just kiss him like he wants to.

“M’close,” he mumbles against Noah’s lips. “You?”

Noah gives him a listless nod and presses his forehead against Matt’s as his pace falters. For the first time of the night, Noah loses his vibrato, looking as lost as Matt feels. His perfect teeth sink into his swollen bottom lip hard enough to leave indents, and Matt can’t help but think how pretty his friend looks like this. It’s a wild thought, but it can’t be any weirder than what they’re doing right now.

“C’mon Matt. Cum for him, for both of us.”

Later, he’s definitely not going to think about how Holly’s soft taunt, combined with Noah’s gasping breaths and the sight of him spilling all over her hand, helped pull him over the edge. He thinks he feels Holly’s mouth on his, but the only thing he can focus on is the swipe of Noah’s thumb across his slit and the jerky twist of his wrist. Matt’s vision whites out and he cums with a grunt—a combination of both their names, maybe, he’s not sure.

Matt’s not surprised when he wakes the next morning in Noah’s guestroom. He is, however, slightly surprised by the warm body he’s curled around. Last he knew, she was sleeping soundly in Noah’s bed while he stumbled in here, half asleep on his feet.

They still haven’t talked, not about the fight they had, or the past few months of silence—and definitely not about last night—but he doesn’t let that stop him. Blinking the remains of sleep from his eyes, Matt snuggles closer, soaking in her pleased, sleep-soft hum as he runs a light hand down her arm. Her eyes are still closed, but the small smile on her face when she turns to face him tells him she’s more awake than she wants to let on just yet.

He takes it as a ‌silent permission to keep going; trailing his hand down her side to her hip, down past the curve of her ass to her thigh. He pauses there, playing with the hem of Noah’s shirt only to slip a few fingers under it just to tease before he retreats to skim his fingers up her side and then her ribs.

“That tickles.” She says with a soft giggle.

“Would you prefer this instead?” He asks as he cups her tit and runs a thumb over his nipple.

Holly hums, arching her back to lean into his touch. “It’s definitely a start.”

“Yeah?”

Holly smiles into his neck as she nods, only to suck in a sharp breath when he abandons her chest to grip her ass and pull them flush together. His brow furrows, and he softens his touch into a light caress as he searches for any remnants from last night. “How are you feeling?”

“A little sore…” she hums, sinking her teeth into her lip when he feels a faint diamond-shaped welt and presses his finger into it. “But not too sore for this.”

“And what would this be?”

Dropping the last remains of the charade that she was even remotely still asleep, she nips at his neck, laughing when he growls quietly and presses into the mark even harder. “It’s whatever you want it to be, I guess.”

Her comment makes him snort. They both know exactly what he wants this to be. “You gonna let me take my time and open you up?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for her answer, already rolling her to her back and pressing a soft kiss to the purple on her neck before he shimmies down the bed.

“You didn’t seem to have any issue with how it went last night,” she teases, but she opens her thighs and hikes up her sleep shirt for him, anyway.

“No… No I didn’t.”

Sometimes it scares him, the depths he falls into when they play like that. But there’s something freeing in being able to let go and tap into the deeper, darker parts of himself, knowing that she’ll let him know with zero hesitation if he goes too far. He doesn’t generally do that with other women; doesn’t treat or talk to them like that, and he definitely hasn’t tried going there with Adrien yet. Matt winces internally at the thought of her—no matter how casual, he’s gonna have to break things off. That’s a later problem, though, and he brushes it aside. He hums, taking a deep inhale to breathe Holly in before he presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “How much time do I have before one of them comes looking for you?”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief when he looks up at her, and her mouth morphs into a half smile as she glances at the door before she tips her gaze back down to his. “Guess we’ll just have to find out.”

.fin

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