There was always the chance that this would end badly. Dmitry could change his mind or Gleb could crack under the pressure or Dominika could declare this experiment not worth her time.
And then there was that kiss.
Gleb’s lips pressed against Dmitry’s, shocked to find his intensity matched. Despite his hesitancy - it was their first kiss and could easily be their last - Gleb was a man of scorched earth - burning, yet resolute. He expected Dmitry to be shyer, more embarrassed or - worse - performative for Dominika’s benefit. But this was real. For a perfect moment, there was only Dmitry in the world, kissing Gleb and being kissed by Gleb. Engulfed in hot desire, Gleb wrapped his fingers tightly in Dmitry’s belt loops. When the kiss broke and Dmitry spoke, fear seized Gleb’s heart. They’d stopped kissing. They’d stopped kissing and the world was rushing back in.
But when Gleb realized what Dmitry had said, he laughed a little.
We should have kissed much, much sooner.
Sliding one hand to Dmitry’s ass and squeezing, Gleb reached up with the other to caress Dmitry’s cheek. He wanted to stare into his eyes, just to stare without trying to hide how he felt for a change, but instead, Gleb pulled Dmitry into another kiss, much less tentatively. They had a lot of lost time to make up for…
A soft hand brushed up the back of his neck as Dominika approached them. Gently, she raked her nails against Gleb’s scalp - he imagined she must have been doing the same to Dmitry, but his eyes were closed so Gleb couldn’t know for sure, and just the thought of her touching them both as they kissed made him moan with surprising desire. Reluctantly, still sucking Dmitry’s lower lip as the kiss broke, Gleb let him breathe.
Dominika, meanwhile, wasted no time.
“Finally,” she breathed softly, slipping between them and guiding their hands where she wanted them. With Gleb’s other hand still squeezing Dmitry’s ass, she made him grab her breast - he seemed the grabby sort and she’d give him something to grab that’d feel good for her. She sucked Dmitry’s fingers on his free hand, teasing him just a little, green eyes lifting to his deviously. With a rock of her hips, she could brush them both - one man in front, one behind.
“You didn’t think,” she said after sucking Dmitry’s index finger like a preview of what she - or maybe Gleb - would do fo him later, “that I’d just watch?”
It wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed (while noticing Gleb and Dmitry notice each other) how hot her boyfriend’s roommate was. It wasn’t like she didn’t fantasize about exactly this. She reached up and scraped her nails through Gleb’s hair. She guided Dmitry’s hand between her thighs for a familiar bit of relief amidst the new sensations this threesome aroused in her.
“What do you think, Vaganov?” she murmured. “You wanna suck one side of his neck while I do the other? We can work our way down…”
Gleb’s hand on her breast tightened and, experimentally, he kissed the side of her neck. Dominika moaned in surprise - she didn’t expect that to feel as good as it did, even though she’d gambled on putting the men where they were. He continued to suck her neck while looking at Dmitry, an unvoiced, “Yes.”
“Maybe you’ll make him moan,” Dominika groaned. “Shit, between the two of us, he’ll be marked up for weeks.”
To say nothing of her as Gleb nipped just below her ear.
How did Dmitry feel, she wondered - and Gleb wondered, too - watching the man and woman he loved conspire to touch him while touching each other? Dominika may have noticed Gleb was hot and Gleb may have noticed that Dominika was gorgeous, but all either wanted to notice was that Dmitry was enjoying himself.
“Take off your shirt,” Dominika murmured to Dmitry. “We’re going to try sharing you…”
“I’ll make a communist of you yet,” Gleb whispered in her ear, stroking her breast and smiling into her skin. Dominika pressed her ass to his groin to make him hiss with pained desire.
“The only one of your commie wet dreams I wanna be in is the one where you and I equally share Dmitry’s cock,” she hissed back. “C’mon. Dmitry, shirt off. Vaganov, left or right?”
Laughing, Gleb pulled away from her and took to Dmitry’s right side. His hands slid under Dmitry’s shirt, skimming up his stomach.
“You heard her- shirt off before I take it off for you.”
The sensations that rushed through Dmitry were overwhelming. He was actually about to sleep with his roommate and his girlfriend at the same time. The banter between Gleb and Dom gave Dmitry pause. He knew that they rarely got along, and when they did, it was at Dmitry’s insistence and it was always fake and forced. He didn’t know if tonight would be the same, but he was willing to put up with it.
Dmitry removed his shirt and tossed it across the room, not caring where it landed. He pressed a quick kiss to Dominika’s lips, then another kiss to Gleb’s lips. It wasn’t awkward, per say, just different. How would they go about this? He kind of wanted to let his girlfriend and roommate take the lead on this one.
“You both are overdressed,” Dmitry murmured as he wrapped an arm around Gleb’s waist and pulled him closer. “It’s not fair that I’m the only one half-dressed.”
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