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Arthur sucked in a breath, Al's arm wrapping around him and pulling him close so the two of them were chest-to-chest. He didn't protest, even leaning into Al's hand as they pulled him into a kiss.
Alfred came up behind him, gently kissing at Arthur’s neck. It made him melt, therefore allowing Al to take more control of the kiss.
Al pulled away, gently nipping at Arthur’s lower lip.
“Honestly, babe, I don’t think that’d be too fair,” Al whispered, and Arthur narrowed his eyes up at them.
“And why not?”
“Cause I want to fuck you, and we both know how bad Alfie is at sharing.”
“Am not,” Alfred grumbled, pulling Arthur backwards and to his chest, completely proving Al’s point.
Arthur’s head leaned back, pressing small kisses to Alfred’s chin. “What do you suppose, then? Arthur asked, quieting a soft whine as Alfred rubbed against his ass.
Al hummed, stepping forwards and sliding their thumb over Arthur’s cheek. “Well, do you think you could take both of us? At the same time?”
Arthur sucked in a hesitant breath through his teeth. Though it sounded hot, he couldn’t help but consider the fact that they’d both have to fit inside of him. Alfred answered before Arthur could, with a soft scoff. “C’mon. Don’t be stupid- we don’t wanna hurt him.”
“I could take it.”
Did Arthur say that just to prove Alfred wrong? Maybe.
A snicker came from Al as they backed up, laying back on the couch and patting his lap invitingly. With a mumble of protest from Alfred, Arthur broke away and straddled the other’s hips. The unsure way that his hands landed on their shoulders, and the shaky breath he took, Al raised an eyebrow.
"What, you've never done double penetration before?" Al said in a teasing voice. Arthur would have said something back, if Alfred hadn’t positioned himself behind him and slowly began pushing into him. His head dropped down, resting on Al's chest.
"No, I haven't..." he panted, eyes closing. Alfred began to move, in waves that made Arthur moan.
"I find that hard to believe."
“Fuck off,”
“Do you want my cock or not, babe?” Al’s nails ghosted over his shoulder blades and down his back, making him shudder. He nodded slowly, and Alfred eased to a stop.
“Whenever you’re ready…” Al whispered, pressing the head of their cock to Arthur’s entrance, where Alfred was already pushed deep inside. Arthur took a deep, steadying breath, and nodded.
“Go ahead..” he muttered. Soon enough, Al was slowly pressing into him. Arthur groaned at the stretch, squeezing his eyes shut. His head dipped down to rest on Al’s shoulder.
Alfred gently rubbed his shoulder, leaning down to kiss his back.
“Tell us if it gets too much…” He mumbled, Arthur responding with a groggy moan. It wasn’t too much for Arthur, not when Al had pushed the rest of the way in, making him feel unbelievably full.
Arthur let out a soft breath, clenching and unclenching his fists on Al’s shoulders.
“Okay. You can move.”
It was awkward at first, both of them trying to thrust into him at the same time, making Arthur hiss in pain and curse at both of them. The two of them eventually figured something out- Alfred pulling out as Al pushed in at the same time. It was a system that made Arthur feel lightheaded in pleasure, almost overwhelmed with the feeling inside of him, with the way that the two of them rubbed against his walls.
He could tell the others were enjoying this just as much as he was, Al panting quietly underneath him and Alfred muttering little pieces of encouragement from behind him.
“Does it feel good?” Al asked, turning their head to press a kiss to his ear.
“Yes…Yes…” Arthur chanted like a mantra, jerking as Alfred put his hands on his hips and pulled him back gently.
It was Alfred’s orgasam that pushed Arthur over the edge, the taller blondes nails raking over his hips as he came inside of him, coating both his insides and Al’s cock with his cum. His cum leaking out of him as Al kept moving, tracing down his thigh quickly made him cum with a gasp, shuddering and squeezing his eyes shut. Even if he was still sensitive, Al continued to chase their own pleasure. Their arms wrapped around his middle, holding him still as he groaned.
Then they came, thrusting deep into Arthur, where Alfred’s cock still lay still. A soft sob came from Arthur at the feeling, slightly overwhelmed and dizzy from where he lay. Slowly, his partners pulled out of him, leaving him feeling strangely empty and dazed. He collapsed, the rest of his weight falling on Al. They gently rubbed his back, mumbling comforting words into his ear as Alfred’s weight disappeared from the couch.
The American returned with a cold glass of water, helping Arthur sit up and pressing the cup to his lips.
Arthur whimpered, feeling the cum spill out of him. Mentally, he cursed the stain that was going to leave on his couch.
“Are you alright?” Asked Al, rubbing the Englishman's back.
“Fine..” He said with a tired smile, a comfortable silence settling over them before Alfred broke it.
