holy moly i would do literally anything to be able to have your thoughts regarding your poly stan and kyle and you on maybe kyle finally getting to use the back door as a birthday present……. it’s all i can think about since reading your poly fic and that he wished he could swap place with stan……..
i have been thinking about it a normal amount (lying)
ty for writing have a great day love your work.
Oh my, what a present it would be.
Honestly I don’t think he’d even realize that’s what he wants until he’s damn near blurting it out on some random night during dinner. It’s the sort of desire that grows on him instead; watching the faces you and Stan make while he’s pounding hard and fast, hearing the way the people he loves most beg for more of him with each thrust, he starts considering what it would be like to give all of him that he can - and to help Stan feel even a fraction of the type of ecstasy Kyle himself feels when he’s inside him.
Stan would be oh so careful pushing into Kyle’s tight hole for the first time. A part of it is due to Kyle’s own insistence that he be so - which includes what’s probably over half a bottle of lube well spent on prepping him - but mostly it’s because he’s already a second away from losing his mind the moment Kyle gets on those bony hands and knees in front of him. Stan could write a whole fucking album over the gentle curve of his spine, a song about each freckle that peppers his shoulders - which Kyle doesn’t even know or remember are there, not until people tell him, but that Stan’s staring at like he’s already yearning for the sight.
As for Kyle, some part of him is still clinging to a show of dominance even as he presents himself to Stan. A little bit of questioning if everything's alright, some reassurance that he can take it and that if Stan needs to stop for whatever reason, he can... Kyle can't help it - he's too used to being the one “in charge” of both of you, in bed and out of it. But your lips find his when Stan pushes in for the first time, trying to soothe your partner through the unfamiliar stretch, and your kiss silently calls to the back of his brain:
“Let go, honey. I got you. You can have this.”
And then he's crying out straight into your mouth, sparking that fire in the core of you.
None of you had known he could make a sound like that, but your other partner now does, and he becomes determined to have Kyle make it again. Stan thrives on praise, and damn if Kyle’s moans aren't a perfect version of it; especially with those sounds blurring into choked gasps, in sync with the slapping of skin on skin, as he drives himself faster and deeper into him. Kyle’s whole body shakes with a brand of sensation he’d only allowed himself to feel in small doses before - a finger or two inside himself when he jerked off alone, which by itself was already something that had become increasingly rare in your relationship -, overwhelming his every muscle and branding them with the warmth and feel of Stan.
You had been content with just watching them this time, with your back to the headboard and two fingers drawing slow circles between your legs as you saw the two people you loved most losing themselves in each other. However, Kyle’s own hand starts reaching out and trying to grab at your leg, not stopping until you’ve scooted forward, good and settled with your thighs on either side of his head
“Kyle? Baby, I- It’s okay, I don’t need-”
“Come. Here.” He grunts, pleasure and need shaking each letter. “This- This is my gift. Want you to- to feel it with me.”
And Stan’s now growling, gritting his teeth so the pain in his jaw might hold him back from busting immediately - because he’s just a man and the sounds you and Kyle make together are divinity incarnate.
Who knows, maybe after this Kyle might want to try out having the best of both worlds by being inside you while Stan fucks him… Or maybe that’s also a great opportunity for you to finally buy that strap-on you’ve been eyeing online and reverse your own role for a change. ;)
