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Jul 23

An Offer - part 2

Pairing: Simon x Ryland Grace x Tom Ryder

Word Count: 6,808

Summary: Simon gets an opportunity and he takes it, now he's heading home to share the news with his boyfriends.

Warnings: nsfw, swearing, usage of nicknames (Good Boy, Honey, Pretty Boy, Angel, Baby), M/M/M threesome smut. Seriously it's mostly smut. Switch!Simon, Switch!Ryland, Switch!Ryder, praise kink, blowjobs, anal sex/fingering, biting kink

A/N: Posted originally to AO3.

Possum's Masterlist | part 1

My Loves 💛🩷💚-

Simon: are you guys home yet?

Ryder: yeah, we just got in. we had some fun on the jet so Ry is asleep on the couch. How’s work?

Simon: fine. Got any plans tonight?

Ryder: no, not really, think i’m gonna order us some chinese later, Ry mentioned wanting it when we boarded. can you facetime?

Simon: I can try, but no promises. They’re restructuring jobs around here and we’re all trying to figure out what that means

Ryder: restructuring jobs? Like lay offs?

Simon: possibly, I’ll know more later

Ryder: okay, just let us know when you do. We miss you 💗

Simon: I miss you both too, i think we should take that trip to Switzerland you two have been talking about when I get back. You don’t have a movie coming up during that time right?

Ryder: yesss let’s do it! My new movie doesn’t start filming till about 4 or 5 months from now, so i get a break, which is nice. More time for my favorite guys 🥰

Simon: happy for the extra time :) gotta go, baby, love you, tell angel I love him too

Ryder: love you too, sugar 😘

Simon sets his phone in airplane mode and settles into the seat, sliding the outrageously expensive dark green headphones Ryder got him for his birthday this year over his ears. It’s been a little over a year since he’s flown commercial, and unfortunately he’s realizing that he’s gotten used to a lavish lifestyle as someone smacks him with their backpack on accident trying to swing it up into the overhead bin above him. Even springing for first class on this relatively short flight didn’t compare to the plush leather sofa that he’d all but claimed on Ryder’s jet. Of course, there was the added perks of both Ryland and Ryder generally flying back and forth with them when Ryder’s schedule allowed. Those times always made him wish he’d taken Ryder up on the many offers to quit his job and stay home with them.

He pulls his tablet out, the one with the matching case to his headphones Ryland had gotten him for that same birthday (Ryder paid for it, of course, Ryland’s research wasn’t bringing in funds quite yet) and holds it in his lap, turning it on. Ryder had sent him the final copy of his new movie to watch yesterday and he didn’t have time, what with all the paperwork he had to do. Easier to watch it here than at the site, anyways. His coworkers know, there was an unfortunate incident about four months in.

He’d been using his brand new tablet to facetime Ryland on one of his days off. He was on set with Ryder, who had apparently been doing the same 15 minute scene for over five hours. The director kept changing their mind and what they wanted him to do, and even Ryland was getting upset.

“I feel so bad because I know he’s really hungry, and we both thought they’d give him a normal break but this director is a lunatic, Si, I think he’s going to get the studio sued by the union because he just won’t break for a lunch. Tom was scheduled for his lunch two hours ago!! Gail had to stop me from barging in and giving him a granola bar at least, he’s gonna pass out. And don’t get me started on how this jerkhole is treating Colt, it got so bad Tom actually yelled at the director!! Tom!!” Ryland was ranting, holding Ryder’s tablet up and turning in the chair he’s sitting in so Simon could see a distant shot of Ryder nodding his head and listening to something the director was saying, Gail standing beside him with her hands on her hips.

“I’m sorry, angel, for both of you. I’d be upset too-” He was interrupted by his coworker, Robert, waving to him on the other side of the tablet.

He pulled an earphone off his ear, “What’s up?”

“We’re doing a movie night in a little bit, you joining?” He asked, then peeked around the tablet, “Hey Ryland!”

“Oh! Hi Robert!” Ryland quickly turned so the background wasn’t the filming set, but of the empty mall behind him. They were filming on location at an abandoned mall somewhere in the U.S, Simon wasn’t really sure where right now, because this movie was stretching its travel budget farther than it was probably allowed too.

Simon disconnected the bluetooth for a moment so Ryland could talk to Robert, “He said hi, you can talk now.”

“How’s the research going?” Robert asked, sitting beside Simon at the table he often used when facetiming, “Fisher said you were trying to figure out if things need water to live or something?”

“Yeah! It’s going really well, actually, I’m going to an institute in a few days to look over their data-” Ryland launched into the bulk of his research, and while Simon loved hearing about it, he could tell Robert was barely following it, but trying to be polite.

He’d been just about to interrupt Ryland for Robert’s sake when he heard, “You talkin’ to sugar, love?” and Ryder’s face popped into view of the camera as he knelt down, taking advantage of Ryland turning his head towards him to wrap his arms around him and give him a firm kiss before looking at the tablet with a wide, tired smile.

Everyone froze as the gravity of what just happened set in. Robert wasn’t sure where to look between Ryland, Ryder, and Simon. Finally he settled on Ryder and blurted out, “You’re Tom Ryder???”

“Uh, yeah, I am . . . you’re a coworker of Simon’s, I take it?” Ryder cleared his throat awkwardly, releasing Ryland from his hold.

Robert nodded, side-eyeing Simon, “And uh . . . you’re also . . . friendly with his boyfriend? And him?”

“Oh, sorry, we gotta go, my agent needs us, bye!” Ryder disconnected the call quickly with an apologetic look to Simon.

The screen went black and Simon could see the shit eating grin spread across Robert’s face in the reflection.

“Don’t,” he warned, turning to Robert, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I’m not doing anything!” Robert protested, standing up with his hands raised.

“You’re thinking, which is the same thing. Just shut up.” A series of texts lit up the tablet screen from the group chat called ‘The Guys 💛🩷💚’. Thankfully he’d set his privacy to not show the messages directly.

“Can I just ask one question? Please?” Robert asked, clasping his hands together in front of him.

Simon rolled his eyes, standing, “One question.”

“How the fuck did you not only bag Ryland, but also international movie star Tom Ryder??” He looked impressed, “Like, you know we all think Ryland is out of your league, but adding Tom Ryder??”

“Tom was Ryland’s ex, they met through his brother. I met him after I started dating Ryland, and it just happened. It started as casual but I don’t know . . . I think it’s becoming more.” He couldn’t help the fond look on his face as he talked about it, thinking of the last break he had, the time the three of them spent at Ryder’s penthouse.

“How long?” Robert asked, before quickly adding, “last question! Promise!”

“About four months.”

Robert laughed incredulously, “Jesus dude, I don’t know how you were able to keep it a secret that long, I’d be shouting it from the rooftops if I were in a poly relationship like that.”

“I mean, Tom is a celebrity, Robert, and we really don’t want the extra attention, you know?” Simon’s voice was half warning, trying to get him to understand. He seemed to, because he nodded and shrugged.

“Anyways, movie in a few minutes, tell your boyfriends you love them and I’ll meet you there.” He’d laughed, heading out the door.

When Simon had gotten in Rough Hewn was queued up and everyone was calling him Sugar.

Now he’s waiting for the plane to finish boarding, thinking about how surprised both of them are going to be as he opens his email and waits for the movie to download. Apparently Ryland made a little cameo in this one, the director decided to use him since he was on set all the time and dressed him up in some costume that Ryder had to pay dry cleaning for the next day. They hadn’t told him what the costume was or what caused Ryder to break the cardinal rule of costumes, but he’s happy to find out.

His seat mate arrives and he stands, letting them into the window seat. Simon didn’t like being cooped in, so he always opted for the aisle seat when he was flying commercial. He nodded at the woman as she took her seat, she seemed to be around his age, and he hopes she just keeps to herself during the flight because he certainly plans on doing the same.

Finally the plane takes off and he puts his tablet on airplane mode, starting the movie. Ryder had been really excited about this one, had called him excitedly when he got the part. He smiles at the memory as the title card plays, ‘Of Sky Giants’. Apparently it was Oscar Bait, as Ryder has told him multiple times. Normally Simon didn’t get to see the movies till they showed up in theaters or when sneaking into the premier showing with Ryland, but because this one was being sent to the Oscars panel he got special permission to email it to Simon. Simon was also not supposed to be due back for another two weeks and it premiers before that.

That was another reason Simon decided to do what he did. He wanted more time with his loves. He missed them. Just last week Ryland was telling him all about the institute they went to in England, about all the research he was able to do. Simon wanted to be there for that, he didn’t want to hear about it after the fact over shitty company wifi that only worked about half the time. They’d ended the lease on his and Ryland’s apartment the last time he was here too, and the three of them fully moved in together, sharing their lives so completely. He probably should have talked with the two of them first about this specific thing, but when the opportunity fell in his lap he just couldn’t say no.

Once the plane lands and he’s got his suitcase he checks the messages that have popped through. Some from his coworkers congratulating and teasing him, some from Ryland and Ryder, asking if he’s available to facetime. It pains him to not respond to Ryland and Ryder, but he’s afraid that if he does they’ll somehow realize what he’s doing.

The uber to the penthouse is longer than he would like, his leg starts to bounce the closer he gets, the anticipation building. He can already see the looks on their faces, the excitement and surprise. Maybe they’ll be up for some fun, because he sure is. Ryder had been right about that outfit the movie had put Ryland in.

Finally he gets home and breathes a sigh of relief, looking up at the familiar building. He can only make out vague shapes from where he is, but he knows Ryland and Ryder are inside right now. He heads inside, straight to the elevator, holding up the fob on his keys for the express track to the top. It starts moving and he fiddles with his keys, finding the other fob for the front door. He’s done this specific trek countless times now over the years, but this time it feels different, feels heavier. It’s because of the news he has, of coming home when they aren’t expecting him. It’s making him irrationally nervous as he watches the numbers for the floors tick by steadily. Then it hits the top and the door slides open silently and he takes a deep breath, sets his shoulders, and heads into the hallway towards the front door.

He pauses to listen, but he doesn’t hear any voices near the door, so they must not be in the living room. Letting himself in, he looks around, slipping his shoes off. He remembers what this place used to look like, before him and Ryland made an offer. It had been a shrine to all of Ryder’s roles, with different things he’d taken from sets, and a veritable cornucopia of different colors of sticky notes. Now that Ryder had Ryland and Simon to help him remember things - specifically himself - he didn’t need the sticky notes so much. Prop weapons were replaced by Ryland’s space things, piles of empty alcohol bottles replaced by Simon’s plants. Ryder had had fiber optics installed in the ceiling of their (used to be his, but now their) bedroom to mimic the constellations. He’d gotten planters installed on the porch and hired someone to water the plants when they were gone. Last time he was here, he and Ryland had surprised him with a signed poster of his favorite movie from when he was a kid, and Simon spies it hanging next to the tv, among a collage of things all three of them loved.

“Okay so you want orange chicken and white rice, right, love?” Ryder is asking from the kitchen.

“Yes please!” Ryland hums, then says “Oh shoot,” and Simon sees a ball of dark green yarn tumble from the kitchen and into his viewpoint, “Honey, can you get that for me?”

Ryder walks into view then, he’s wearing the pajama pants Ryland had gotten him for christmas, the ones with the film reels all over them, shirtless (Simon thinks he has an allergy to wearing shirts, not that he’s complaining, of course), hair in a half bun like Simon wears a lot. The role he’s got coming up has him with long hair, so he’s been growing it out and he hates it. Simon secretly loves it already. He notices then all of the hickeys that litter his torso, carefully placed to not be visible when he deigns to wear a shirt. How interesting.

He bends over to pick up the ball of yarn and as he straightens up his eyes lazily travel forward where Simon is standing, just smiling with happiness. Ryder does a double take, dropping the ball of yarn back on the floor.

“Honey? You okay?” Ryland asks, standing from where he’s probably seated at the island. He walks out where Simon can see him, holding knitting needles in his hands, a decent sized panel already done. The knitting was a rather new development, he’d picked it up about four months ago when Simon was working and he’d come home to a mountain of yarn and supplies and a scarf that Ryland presented to him with nervous energy.

“Hey,” Simon smiles, “Surprise?”

Ryland turns to him, gasps, drops his knitting needles, and books it over to him, jumping up into his arms and hugging him tight. Ryder follows shortly after, hugging both of them just as tight.

“What are you doing here??” Ryland asks, peppering his face with kisses.

He laughs, feeling Ryder gently tug Ryland back so he can give Simon a kiss or two or three as well.

“I have something I need to tell you both, but I want the beef and broccoli.” he says, tapping on the phone in Ryder’s hand.

The order is quickly placed and they find themselves sitting on the couch after Simon changes into pajamas to match his loves. Ryder has his legs slung over Simon’s lap with his back pressed up to the curve of the couch, and Ryland is pressed up to Simon’s side, resting his head on his shoulder.

“So what did ya wanna tell us, sugar?” Ryder asks, checking how far out the delivery person is.

“Did you get laid off?” Ryland asks, playing with the hair at the nap of Simon’s neck.

“No, I didn’t get laid off,” Simon smiles, shaking his head, “But, I did get asked to take a different job.”

“Oh?” Ryder sets the phone down, eyebrows raised, “Does that mean more or less time with us?”

Simon drums his thumbs on Ryder’s legs, “More, a lot more. My boss came to me a couple days ago and asked if I wanted a job as the manager for logistics coordinating, which is a work from home job. I’ll need to be on the phone a lot during the day, but I’ll be here, and I can go with you two whenever you go somewhere, like to set or for research. I start next week, so I have some time with you b-.”

Ryland is kissing him before he can finish the sentence, swiping his tongue across the seam of Simon’s lips, begging for entrance. He feels Ryder move his legs from his lap and straddle one of his thighs, kissing on his neck. Simon opens his lips and lets Ryland slip his tongue into his mouth and he clutches the side of Ryder’s pajama pants, a fistful of the fabric in his hand. This right here was why he took the job. The love radiating from the two of them towards him, the love he felt back. He couldn’t believe just how fucking lucky he was to have both of them like this. He was a selfish man, keeping the best for himself, but he didn’t care one fucking bit. They were his and more importantly he was theirs.

He feels Ryder start to grind down on his thigh and he smiles against Ryland’s lips. He breaks the kiss gently and sees Ryland’s hand firmly in Ryder’s hair, tugging in that way they both know he likes. Then Ryland captures Ryder’s lips with his and Simon watches as he shoves his tongue into Ryder’s mouth, drowning him in his kiss.

“Is someone a little needy?” Simon asks, moving his hand from outside Ryder’s pajama pants to inside and gripping his naked hip tight.

Ryland breaks the kiss and looks at Simon, “Who?”

“You, angel,” Simon laughs softly.

“Dunno how, he came in me twice on the jet,” Ryder teases as Ryland tugs on Ryder’s hair.

“Star, will please tell Ryder how sexy his hair is long like this?” Ryland whines softly, yanking Ryder’s head back so he can bite at Ryder’s pulse point.

“To be fair, you have an incredible ass, baby, I’d also like to cum in it tonight,” Simon laughs softly, “But also? Yeah, the hair is really fucking sexy.”

Ryder gives them a breathless smile, not pausing his movements on Simon’s leg, “Oh yeah? I might have to keep it, then.”

Simon hums an appreciative noise as he leans forward and captures Ryder’s lips, feeling Ryland stop biting at Ryder’s neck and move over to Simon’s, kissing the side of his jaw and down to his neck. He feels Ryland starts to suck a mark there and he knows he shouldn’t be surprised, but seems like Ryland’s oral fixation has been kicked up a couple notches tonight. Once Ryland is satisfied with the mark he moves further down and does the same thing, pulling the collar of Simon’s shirt out of the way. Ryder moans against his lips and Simon pulls back, only to find Ryland’s hand is no longer in Ryder’s hair, but around Ryder’s cock, stroking him lightly. Ryder’s got his hand on Ryland’s thigh, squeezing it.

“Has he been like this all day, baby?” Simon asks, removing his hand from Ryland’s waist and placing it on the couch, ignoring Ryland’s noise of protest.

“Oh yeah, he requested no stewardess because he wanted to spend the whole four hour plane ride fucking me,” Ryder teases, “Not that I was complaining, of course, I love when he gets in these types of moods.”

“What? I can’t be happy one of my boyfriends changed his job because he likes being around us?” Ryland complains, his voice slightly whiney, slightly desperate the longer Simon goes without touching him.

Ryder withdraws his hand from Ryland’s thigh and Ryland starts to look a bit panicked, “Wait, why are you both not touching me anymore??”

“I think you might be getting a little too greedy, angel face,” Simon chuckles, gently moving Ryland from his side and depositing him onto the ottoman in front of them, “Cumming in Ryder twice? I think you need to be more generous, let Ryder have a turn.”

“Ryder did get a turn on the jet!!” Ryland says quickly, “that’s how I was able to go another round!”

“That true, baby?” Simon asks Ryder as he pulls the movie star fully onto his lap, having Ryder straddle him.

Ryder nods, looking over his shoulder at Ryland, “Yup, had a lot of fun with him on his back, got to paint his stomach with my cum. Very fucking hot.”

Simon can see it in his minds eye, Ryder fucking Ryland on that plush leather couch, pulling out just in time to spurt hot cum all over him. Makes his cock ache. He looks at the hickey’s on Ryder’s torso up close and moans softly as he ghosts his fingers over them. Ryland was definitely in a mood. They always have to deal with Ryland’s constant need to mouth or bite, but when he gets this way it’s always a lot of fun for everyone.

“Something happen this morning, angel?” Simon asks, looking around Ryder at Ryland, “You marked him up so pretty, but you normally only do it this much when something gets you ramped up.”

Ryland has his pajama pants tugged down, his cock in his hand as he watches the two of them, “Yeah, yeah, I uh - someone made a thirst trap edit of Tom and everyone was talking about how hot he is, how they wanted to have sex with him. It was one of those edits where they took the moans from his sex scenes and overlayed it with clips of him being really hot.”

“So you got protective, huh?” Simon teases. He has Ryder stand and pulls Ryder’s pajama pants till they’re off completely, then sits him back down on his lap, this time facing Ryland, “wanted to mark him so everyone knew he was yours?”

“Ours,” Ryland corrects quickly, then bites his bottom lip as he looks up and down Ryder’s body, at his handiwork, at Ryder’s hard cock, “he’s ours.”

Simon taps Ryder cheek twice and he opens his mouth, allowing Simon to put his fingers in Ryder’s mouth, fucking them in and out, lubing up his hand with Ryder’s spit. Seems like Ryder is in a submissive mood today, probably from getting dicked down twice in the jet. Simon’ll gladly take advantage of that.

“That’s right, ours,” Simon smiles, watching. Ryland is watching too, enrapt.

He takes his fingers out of Ryder’s mouth and brings them down to Ryder’s cock, wrapping his hand around it and starting to lazily jack him off, “How about I make you a deal?”

Ryland perks up at that, “Yeah? What’s the deal, star?”

“I’ll be your good boy tonight, if you can avoid touching yourself while I make our boyfriend cum.” Simon smiles, then places soft kisses on Ryder’s shoulder as he speeds his hand up. Ryder throws his head back and moans unabashed.

“You’ll be my good boy??” Ryland breathes, removing his hand and setting it on the ottoman beside him.

Simon nods, barely moving his lips from Ryder’s shoulder, “And, you have to tell me what all you did to Tom on the jet.”

Ryland bites his bottom lip, nodding. He fixes his glasses, giving his hands something to do as Simon slowly makes Ryder come apart in his hand.

“Well . . . first I made him take his shirt off while I straddled him . . .” he starts, watching Simon’s hand intently, “And he tried to talk but I put my hand over his mouth and started by sucking a mark onto his pec, and branched out from there. He made such pretty noises against my hand, so pretty.”

Ryder whines as Simon rubs his thumb over Ryder’s cockhead as he strokes him.

“Yeah, just like that. I spent so long marking his torso up, he got so hard from it.” Ryland smiles cheekily, “He likes being all bruised and pretty, dontcha honey?”

“I bet he does, but I know the make-up people don’t,” Simon teases, then sucks his own mark onto the back of Ryder’s shoulder.

“They hate it,” Ryder whines softly, “Don’t ever stop doing it.”

Simon huffs a laugh against Ryder’s shoulder before looking at Ryland with a heated gaze, “What happened next, angel?”

Ryland smiles cheekily at the memory, “Then, I made him stroke his own cock while I buried my cock in his ass. It’s a really good thing our pretty honey keeps so much lube on his plane, huh?”

Ryder’s body shutters a bit, obviously reliving the way Ryland pounded into him on the plane. Simon can tell he’s getting close, he should know from the amount of orgasms he’s drawn from the man.

“Had to shove his face into a pillow to keep him from being too loud and alerting the pilots,” Ryland continues, Simon sees Ryland’s cock twitch, “Felt like I was fucking him for hours, he felt so good, Star. Wanna do it again, wanna fuck him and bite him and mark him up.”

“C’mere and put your mouth on him, angel,” Simon smiles wide, “Bet he’d like a few more marks . . . maybe on his thighs?”

Ryland immediately sinks to his knees and gets to work, biting and sucking and licking on Ryder’s thighs.

“Fuck!” Ryder curses, placing a light hand on Ryland’s head and keeping there, “I’m gonna - gonna cum!”

Ryland takes the opportunity to open his mouth in front of Ryder’s cock, tongue pressed to the underside, letting Simon jerk Ryder off into his mouth. As soon as Ryder notices he gasps and whines, cum shooting out and landing on Ryland’s tongue. Ryland quickly swallows and goes back to biting at Ryder’s thighs, like he hadn’t just done one of the hottest things ever.

They both let Ryder catch his breath before Simon stands them up, kissing Ryder hard as Ryland also stands, shifting from foot to foot impatiently.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, and then we’ll do whatever you want, angel.” Simon laughs, tugging Ryder along towards their bedroom.

It looks like the sheets have been freshly changed, something Ryland likes to do after they go away on a trip. Simon keeps the lights on but presses a button on the wall that drops black out shades in front of the floor to ceiling windows on both walls. They don’t really need another complaint from the neighbors tonight.

As soon as the shades are down Ryland grabs Ryder’s hand and tugs him away from Simon, laying down on the bed and tugging him so he’s straddling Ryland just above where his cock sits. He starts kissing him messily, fingers digging into Ryder’s hips. Ah, so that’s how it was going to go for now. Simon smiles wide and quickly strips off his pajama pants, making his way to the end of the bed, crawling up and placing his hand on Ryland’s thigh, slotted between his spread legs.

“This where you want me, angel?” He asks, squeezing the muscle under his fingers.

He watches Ryland break the kiss, guiding Ryder’s head to his neck so Ryder can start kissing him there, “Yeah, want you sucking my cock, star.” He gives Simon that lopsided smile, the one he knows Simon loves.

Simon smiles wide and darts his tongue out, licking a long strip up the underside of Ryland’s cock. He derives such satisfaction from hearing Ryland’s moan. He can’t see Ryland’s face right now, only Ryder’s ass, but that’s fine. He’ll get all he needs right here, listening to Ryland’s pretty noises. Besides, he knows Ryland can never avoid seeing him suck his cock for long, he’ll move Ryder out of the way soon. Won’t let him get far, since Ryland seems intent on making him into a chew toy tonight, but they all know Ryder loves it.

Simon keeps licking up and down Ryland’s shaft, sucking a little on the thin skin on the side, running his tongue around the tip of it, not letting it dip into his mouth fully just yet. Even though Ryland is in charge, Simon can’t help but tease, draw the frustration out of Ryland. And just like he thought, after Ryland gets his fill of attacking Ryder’s lips with his, he scoots Ryder off his lap and has him lay on his side, curled up to Ryland. They both watch Simon’s tongue working over Ryland’s cock.

“Isn’t our boyfriend so pretty like this?” Ryland murmurs to Ryder. Simon flicks his eyes up to see Ryland has his lips all but pressed to the side of Ryder’s head, Ryder’s arm is underneath Ryland’s head, supporting it, “And we get him all to ourselves now, can take him on all our vacations.”

Simon wraps his lips around Ryland’s cock and sucks, drawing a moan from his angel, trying to hide his smile.

“We should make it a goal to fuck him in every country,” Ryder muses, turning his face and kissing along Ryland’s jaw, “Since he’ll be with us.”

It’s getting to him, the casual way they’re talking about him, almost like he’s not there. It makes him want to shut Ryland up, and he knows exactly how to do that. He travels down the length of Ryland’s cock, burying it to the hilt in his mouth, the tip hitting the back of his throat. A thrill of satisfaction runs up his spine as Ryland gasps and curses softly. This is the only time Ryland will swear, when the three of them are drawing pleasure from each other in some way. It’s got a pavlovian effect on Simon, every curse word out of Ryland’s mouth goes straight to his cock.

He starts bobbing his head up and down, basking in the quiet that’s broken up only by Ryland’s breathy moans and the sound of Ryder’s mouth kissing wetly on Ryland’s skin. He loves their undivided attention, it’s the main reason why he likes being the top, the attention. And they both have such a way of making him feel special, make him feel loved, wanted. He keeps his eyes on the two of them as he hollows his cheeks, sucking Ryland’s cock in deeper.

Ryland’s hand shoots up and tangles in Simon’s hair as he feels Ryland’s hips jerk a little, a sign that he’s getting close. He lets Ryland pull him off and he makes sure the sound is obscene as Ryland’s cock leaves his mouth. Ryland curses again and Simon smirks, mouth open as Ryland has his head tilted back slightly.

“Want you to ride me, star.” Ryland requests, biting his bottom lip, “Wanna see you bounce on my cock.”

“Oh yeah?” Simon teases, sitting up and leaning over to the bedside table, opening the door and pulling out one of the many bottles they keep in there, “Think you can handle that?”

“Thought you were supposed to be my good boy?” Ryland challenges, breathing a little unevenly as the words tumble from his mouth, “That was the deal, and I wanna fill you with my cum.”

“Better be careful, angel face, don’t want you getting too big an ego.” Simon flashes him a predatory smile, “Just remember how I can make you cum without even touching you.”

Ryder giggles at that and Ryland shoots him a look, “I didn’t hear you complaining about riding me on the plane, hotshot.”

“I’ll ride you angel, don’t worry your pretty little head,” Simon smiles, eyes sparkling as he watches Ryder bite down on Ryland’s shoulder in retaliation. Maybe Ryland is starting to rub off on Ryder, and he’s not sure what he’s going to do if he has to be a chew toy for two hot men. Though honestly, he’d be right where he wanted to be.

Ryland looks excited as he sits up, pressing Ryder down onto his back, “Wanna put your cock in Ryder’s mouth while I get you ready?”

“Fuck yes,” Simon immediately moves to straddle Ryder’s chest, handing the bottle of lube off to Ryland before guiding his aching cock into Ryder’s open mouth, “Love watching him suck my cock, he’s so good at it.”

“He is,” Ryland agrees, and Simon can hear the cap pop open as Ryder eagerly takes Simon’s full length in his mouth, hands coming up to grip Simon’s hips.

Ryder starts to run his tongue up and down Simon’s shaft while Simon shallowly fucks into his mouth. His hips stutter to a stop when he feels Ryland push a finger into his ass, gasping softly at the feeling. Ryland keeps it still there and understanding what he wants, Simon moves his hips again, fucking back into the finger and forward into Ryder’s mouth. It feels so fucking good, especially when Ryland wraps an arm around Simon’s clavicle, holding onto him and latching his mouth onto the nape of his neck, biting and sucking and kissing and licking.

When Ryland adds a second finger it takes everything in Simon to not cum in Ryder’s hot, skillful mouth, since Ryder has started hollowing his cheeks. Simon can’t stop himself, however, from deepening his thrusts, chasing the friction of Ryland’s fingers and the pleasure of Ryder’s mouth. Hearing Ryder gag a bit around his cock leaves him momentarily breathless, desperate for any sort of release at this point. Then Ryland adds a third finger and his mind flies away, high into the clouds, giving himself fully over to the men he loves. His hindbrain is screaming that he’s safe here, that they love him, that he can let go and just feel the pleasure. So he does.

Both Ryland and Ryder immediately recognize it when Simon’s eyes go unfocused, his breathing shallows out, his hips no longer following a rhythm.

“Awe, look at that,” Ryland coos, pumping his fingers a couple more times before pulling out, “Star finally gave in.”

Simon whines at the loss of contact, whining a second time when Ryder takes his mouth off Simon’s cock and pushes himself up the bed, out from under Simon. Ryder smiles wide and moves to the side, turning Simon’s head and kissing him. Simon returns the kiss greedily, desperate for the feeling of lips on his. Simon distantly hears the squeeze of the bottle, the wet slick sound of Ryland working his cock over.

“I know I said I wanted you to ride me,” Ryland starts, settling behind him, “But I changed my mind.”

Ryder breaks the kiss just as Simon feels a firm hand between his shoulder blades push him down onto the mattress, another hand keeping his hips in place. He’s ass up, face down into a pillow, and his thighs are trembling in anticipation.

“Fuck,” He hears Ryder say in a low tone, appreciating the view.

Ryland hums in agreement as he lines himself up with Simon’s entrance. Simon feels Ryder’s hands on his ass, pulling the two globes apart, and he can just imagine the eager, hungry look on his face as Ryland slowly pushes in, all three men moaning at the action. Simon can feel every bit of the stretch, every centimeter of Ryland’s cock as it fills him. He grips the sheets in front of him, turning his head so he can look at the two men behind him. Ryland’s eyes are closed as he gets closer to bottoming out, his mouth hanging open slightly. Ryder’s watching with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and Simon can feel his hardening cock pressed against Simon’s hip. Ryder grinds into his hip a bit, before removing his hands and grabbing the bottle of lube, working the liquid over his cock and bringing it to its full hardened length.

Finally Ryland is seated fully in his ass, and Simon moans at the press of Ryland’s hips against his ass. He didn’t realize how much he needed this, how much he wanted to be taken care of like this, to be fucked into not needing to always be thinking. Work had been so stressful, this whole transition had, the plane ride, the anticipation of telling them he was home for good. All of that outside stuff melts away as Ryland starts to slowly drag is cock in and out, hitting his prostate just right.

“Feel so good,” Simon whines out, still staring at the two of them, “Fuck it feels so good!”

Ryland nods his head as he picks up the pace, his hand going back to the space between Simon’s shoulders, pushing him down a little further, canting his hips up a little higher. The new position forces Ryland’s cock to hit deeper, pressing further on his prostate, causing a high, needy whine to slip from Simon’s lips. Fuck it feels so good, holy shit, he’s gonna cum just from Ryland fucking his ass, he doesn’t even need his cock touched, it’s already twitching as it hangs between his thighs, bouncing with each thrust.

In his haze he sees Ryder whisper something in Ryland’s ear and whatever he’s said has caused Ryland’s hips to jerk out of their rhythm, accidentally thrusting much harder than before into Simon, punching a moan out of him from deep in his gut. Ryland quickly nods and Ryder moves behind Ryland, whose hips have stilled after fully bottoming out once more in Simon. He doesn’t understand what’s happening at first, his mind having trouble processing anything other than the feel of Ryland’s cock in him, but then he sees Ryland bend a little at the waist, using the hand that’s on his back to stabilize himself. He watches as Ryder lines himself up and plunges into Ryland’s heat, pushing his hips forward and even deeper into Simon. Holy fucking shit.

Ryland starts to mimic Simon’s movements from earlier, all three men letting out varying degrees of moans and whines. It’s the hottest thing Simon has ever seen, ever felt, ever thought of. As Ryland fucks into him and back into Ryder, he watches everything, feels everything. He knows he’s drooling into the sheets but he doesn’t care, can’t be fucked to when he’s being fucked so good. Every so often Ryder will thrust into Ryland, which causes Ryland to thrust deeper into Simon, a chain reaction of all consuming pleasure that’s quickly causing Simon’s orgasm to swell, threatening to make him black out when it releases. There’s no talking, no time for it, only breathy moans and whines and whimpers. Simon isn’t embarrassed to say he’s the one whimpering the most, unable to form coherent thoughts.

Simon knows Ryland is getting closer by the way he moves his hand from Simon’s back to his waist, both hands gripping tight, fingers flexing, head thrown back against Ryder’s shoulder as his breathing turns ragged. Simon is the first one to cum though, crying out as it shoots onto the sheets below him, his body locking then sagging down. He’s only held up by the vice grip Ryland has on his hips, Ryland’s orgasm chasing after his. Once Ryland finishes painting the inside of Simon, moaning long and loud, Ryder pushes him down firmly on top of Simon, stabilizing him by his hips like Ryland had done to Simon, rutting into him desperately. Ryland’s softening cock is still inside Simon when Ryder climaxes with a shuttering breath, driving the three of them into the bed as he tries to get as deep into Ryland as possible.

It takes all three of them a handful of breaths to come down from the high, Simon still feeling a bit dazed when the two of them pull out and lay down on the bed next to him. Ryder is the one to get up, apparently more in control of his legs than Ryland and Simon, heading to the bathroom. Simon distantly hears the sound of the water running as Ryder presumably gets a washcloth.

“You okay, Star?” Ryland asks him softly, turning to him and rubbing his back, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

Simon is so okay that he doesn’t care that he’s laying in a pool of his own cum and drool. He’s so okay that as soon as Ryder comes back with the washcloth and cleans him off he’s planning on pulling both of them close and falling asleep. He’s so, so okay that he thinks he wants to do this again sometime soon.

God, it’s good to be home.

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