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ladies… ladies. take that as my gift for graham’s jealous ass ig… erm… yea… blaming the alcohol for ts…

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gramion are nice 🐶🐱🦊

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we need to talk about gramie just imagine how they are teasing damon by kissing in front of him — but without (!) him — and how he goes mental because of the lack of attention to our prettyface pathetic boy and how hot his fav boys are poor poor damon he's going to cry and ye he still has two hands so he can handle this situation

and someone on twitter noticed pretty similar jackets on them

the only mental person here is me

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“I wanna be a good boy”

Paring: damon x jamie x graham Word count: 1917 Summary: grahams jealous ass is forced into the cuck chair and has to watch

Warnings:smut below the cut, minors dni, graham in the cuck chair, pet names, oral, hand job, cumming untouched, punishment, orgasm denial

@euforimorily wanted to be tagged

divs belong to @pixopix

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Graham suddenly finds the thread on the hem of his stripey t-shirt to be very interesting right now. he throws one leg over the other, tapping one brown suede shoe. why had he even shown up to this bloody place? all for a stupid party Jamie decided to host at his house. Damon was there too, of course.

god, he misses Damon an awful lot, but hes far too nervous to talk to him right now. he’s afraid he’s mad at him. and he felt a serious resentment towards Jamie right now, not wanting to admit that the reason is purely jealousy of how much him and Damon had been talking and spending time together.

of course, he loved Jamie, and Damon even more, but the jealousy clouded his mind and skewed his real feelings. of what once was.

Damon is aware of how jealous he’s making Graham, and decides he wants to take advantage of that, just to watch him look away or squirm uncomfortably. great way to wind him up.

“oi, ive got an idea…” he whispers into Jamie’s ear, looking over to where the guitarist sits looking all sorry for himself, and then back to Jamie. “i’m gonna be proper handsy and flirty with you just to push his buttons, yeah…?”

Jamie looks over to where graham is sitting, looking put out, and chuckles, nodding. “aw, that’s so mean, but such a good idea…”

throughout the evening, Damon raises his voice whenever he says something lovey-dovey or particularly sweet to him, just to watch Graham tense and act as if he doesn’t care at all.

Damon’s palm runs over Jamie’s ass, and places itself into his back pocket. Graham barely glances up. he’s determined to not show how his resentment for them right now.

as soon as Graham get up for another beer, Damon slides himself over to him, acting as oblivious as possible. “ah, Gra!” he says, smiling softly with one tooth missing. of course, he had actually missed him just as much.

Graham attempts a poker face. “Damon! good to see you, mate.” through a forced smile.

the artist slides himself next to damon, an arm going around his shoulders. Graham cant hide the look of misery that crosses his face.

“awh, are you jealous, Gra?” jamie asks, reaching up and patting his shoulder.

“course not…good to see you, Jamie!” his smile falters just slightly, and he gets ready to leave, but Damon’s hand stops him.

the guitarist’s ears go pink, cheeks burning. they’re both so infuriating, and he knows they’re doing it on purpose now. but bloody hell, theyre both gorgeous.

graham tugs damon away from jamie’s grasp, arms wrapping around his middle posessively. “you’ve had enough time with him.” he shoves his face against damon’s shoulder. “dont forget who was there first…”

the singer smirks, allowing graham to be jealous. its really quite sexy. “oh, i see…” graham presses a firm kiss to damon’s cheek, trying equally as hard to piss him off.

jamie comes closer and wraps himself around graham too so he’s sandwiched between them both.

then the two start to kiss graham’s cheeks. he goes pink. “wait…” he flexes his fingers, looking equal parts confused and nervous.

they both cant contain their giggles, kissing all over his face and hands wandering. “oi- what- what’s this about, huh…?” he asks, trying to act annoyed but makes no effort to remove them.

next thing he knows, theyre up in jamie’s bedroom, and the same thing is happening. he has one hand on either of their knees. letting them kiss him all over. he cant help smiling from the attention.

damon’s hand crawls its way up to the hem of graham’s shirt. just teasing, before sliding up. his palm is cold against his skin, and it makes him tense slightly, heat pooling in his lower stomach. “Damon-“ he holds his arm. “okay, okay…what’s the deal…?”

jamie looks at damon, both of them smirking. “we noticed you getting all jealous…” damon pets his hair back.

“needed to make sure you still felt included…” jamie adds, manoeuvring to lean on graham’s lap.

“we’ve got a lot of negative feelings about eachother. all of us do. and we need to remember how much we love eachother…” damon seems genuine. he really does.

he starts to kiss graham’s neck, and nudge him to lay down. he complies with a little huff as he hits the mattress. god, the way both of them look towering over him like that is infuriating…

but its so incredibly hot right now, albeit a little intimidating. graham’s jaw relaxes, and his mouth falls slightly open, cheeks burning, panting softly. he closes his legs, just to hide himself, but unfortunately they catch on immediately.

“what’s wrong, grah…?” damons asks, nudging them apart again just to see. jamie chuckles too, seeing its just as they suspected. this was turning him on. and it was obvious through his jeans.

graham sits up a little, hiding it again, embarrassed to admit that they both turn him the hell on. damon crawls over to whisper in his ear. “are you absolutely, 100% okay with this?”

the simple act of Damon thinking of him and his happiness made him relax. the whole thing made him relax just a little. he nods softly. he does want this, actually. he wanted to ‘catch up’. thats what the party was for, right?

thr singer smiles, before going down to kiss his neck and suckle at the sensitive skin. just that was enough to drag the first noise out of him, and something became increasingly obvious.

“uh-oh, we’ve got a whimperer…” jamie smirks almost evilly, looking at graham’s flushed face, which makes him even more embarrassed. “oh, no…” he shakes his head. they seem to delight in making him embarrassed.

damon smiles, fingers carding through his black hair, and graham turns to kiss damon properly. why does he like this? and why is he letting himself like it? damon leaves a bite mark on his shoulder, proving its his from the missing front tooth mark.

the singer captures his lips in a kiss like he wanted, and jamie reaches over to paw between graham’s legs. he pulls away from damon abruptly to whimper. “sorry-“ he says, holding onto damon’s arms. but jamie doesnt stop.

why does this feel so damn good? but its so embarrassing that they manage to drag out these shameful mewls from his lips. he feels two hands, Jamie’s, slide up his back, and his shirt is pulled over his head, before he turns to damon to get his off, and then his own.

an anxious bottom lip tucks under the top, and his browlines are removed from his face, discarded onto the growing pile of clothes, which then ends up with their jeans thrown onto it.

the guitarist is shaking slightly now, and he’s turned onto his side. jamie’s arms wrap around his middle from behind, and he rubs himself against graham’s lower back for friction. also to prove how he’s sporting his own hard-on. graham grabs for damon, who starts to kiss him as he helps jamie undress him fully.

“oh god-“ graham murmurs into damon’s lips, but it’s muffled. “you better be gentle, i’m not used to this.” he’s shaking and throbbing with need, face going to place itself onto damon’s shoulder.

poor graham is sandwiched between two of the guys he still finds very attractive, but hes also very upset with for various reasons. maybe they’ll fuck it out of him, though…

he can feel jamie fussing about behind him, until he’s met with fingertips holding his hips and an unexpected intrusion.

“oh, bloody hell-“ he bites damon’s shoulder hard to stop himself from making a sound, but as jamie starts to move with such practiced precision, it becomes impossible. especially with damon’s mouth kissing everywhere he can find. he pants, lips parting as he squirms and clings onto damon for dear life.

jamie keeps whispering all the filthiest things he can think of right down his ear as he relentlessly fucks into him. damon cups his face, just wanting to watch how his eyebrows knit together in pleasure. its beautiful.

“god, look at you. you feel so good, huh…?” he asks softly. its filthy, its degrading, its sexy as all hell. the guitarist mewls and nods.

damon chuckles, blue eyes scanning his face. “poor baby.” he mutters. “must be so much…”

god, damon needs to quit it with that voice. its making him shiver and whine more than he already is. he feels stupidly ashamed, and its obvious from the way he hides his face in damon’s neck.

this unfortunately gives damon perfect access to his own neck, where he presses kisses and kitten licks right where he knows is sensitive.

jamie has his fun for another few minutes, and then passes graham over to damon, who has his own turn. the change in size rips a soft gasp from graham.

“oh, poor graham, look at you…” jamie moves up to tug at his hair, before kissing him roughly, his tongue shoving itself into graham’s mouth, and he does the same.

damon’s warm arms wrap around graham’s middle so he can’t escape. he pulls awah looks up at jamie with a pleading expression, close to tears. “m’close…” he whines. Jamie’s smirk grows wider, still panting from his own orgasm.

the whimpers get more and more desperate, and he clings to jamie’s arms.

“youre takin’ that so well, arent you?” he asks, watching graham’s face as damon takes him. he’s seeing stars.

“m’gonna…” he stutters.

“oh, graham…so close, huh…? gonna let go for us…?”

he nods. “can i? mmgh- can i? please…”

the artist nods, and cups his face, just to see his face through his orgasm. it’s beautiful, and he’s redused to a shaking mess on the sheets.

damon pulls out slowly and reaches to cover them over with the duvet. he’s still whimpering with the aftershocks and reaching blindly around for someone to hold. he’s embraced and sandwiched with soft cuddles.

“fuckin’…bastards…” he pants out, arms now firmly wrapped around damon’s middle. “that wasn’t gentle…but it was ace…”

Jamie chuckles, petting through his hair. they definitely fucked out some hard feelings there, and graham probably let half of the neighbourhood know he was getting railed.

now all that mattered was being cuddled up and comfortable, utterly spent but by two of the greatest people in his life.

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