A morning Thruple
Elliot woke up feeling very warm, he smiled feeling Tyrell on his left and Leon on his right. He blinked open his eyes and gave a sharp intake of breath as he saw his guys leaning over him kissing lazily as if they were trying not to wake him, his gasp however alerted them to his conscious state.
They stopped kissing each other and turned their heads to smile at him.
‘Morning, cuz’ Leon greeted in his usual lazy morning raspy drawl.
Tyrell just smiled and rubbed his hand which had been resting on Elliots stomach in gentle circles.
Before Elliot could answer, Leon grabbed hold of his chin in a gentle but firm grasp before turning his head and kissing him in the typical Leon way. Slow, languid, through and deep enough that Elliot was sure his soul could taste it, all the while Tyrell had leaned down to kiss at Elliot's shoulder as his hand continued its caress on Elliot's stomach. Soon though that wasn’t enough for the crazy Swede and Tyrell took Elliot’s chin from Leon’s grasp and turned his head towards him kissing Elliot himself in the only way he could. Desperate, passionate and hungrily, like Elliot's mouth was a meal for a starving man and Leon took to kissing his exposed neck and pawing at his chest, rubbing a thumb over nipples. Again and again they traded off on kissing the smaller man, leaving Elliot dizzy, never giving him enough time to fall into any one kiss before his senses where rattled again by the turn of a head and change in kissing style.Leon had just grabbed his chin to take his turn again when Elliot gasped out a request.
‘Please, let me take a breath.’
Leon released his chin before putting his hands under the covers to link fingers with Tyrell.
‘Sure thing.’ Leon smiled, before looking back over to Tyrell both leaning in to continue their kiss from earlier. Taking up all of Elliot’s vision, giving him and amazing view before their hands began to slide lower, sliding into his boxers and gently stroking him to Orgasm as the both rubbed themselves on Elliot's hips.
After, when they were a smiling, sweaty pile of limbs and they had got back their breath and it was near afternoon, Tyrell climbed out of bed.
‘i’m going to go make Omelettes. I can hear your stomach from here.’ He said grinning at Leon. Leon smiled at him, getting up also.Both knowing sometimes Elliot needed a moment alone after intimacy.
‘i’‘l make the coffee.’
They both smiled at Elliot.
‘Don’t lay there too long, Alskling. Food will go cold.
They both walked downstairs leaving Elliot warm in bed, smiling to himself at how happy and in love he was.
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Just a little snippy fic for our boys.
