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“I bet he's listening,” Andrew stage whispers.
Neil moans at the idea. “I bet he's right on the other side of that door listening to all your little sounds as you ride me, aren't you Kevin?” He says a little louder. There's no answer other than the continuous sound of skin slapping and Neil's whimpers. “Crack the door but don't come in,” Andrew directs in the general direction of the door. The sound of the doorknob and opening creak is deafening in the quiet air of the room.
“There he is Neil, didn't I tell you?” Andrew continues, following his comment with a sharp bite to Neil's ear. “Now he gets to hear you and see you,” giving implicit consent to Kevin watching them as well. Neil arches his back as he moans. “And what a pretty sight you are, fucking yourself on my dick.”
“Need more ‘Drew, it feels so good, you feel so good,” Neil cries.
“You want more already? You're already taking what you want up there, what more can I give you?” Andrew asks sardonically. “Or maybe I'm not enough for you anymore, do we need to get Kevin in here?” he says, bringing the attention back to the eyes peeking in through the door. A muffled groan comes into the room and the evidence of being watched has Neil shaking.
“Yes Andew, yes, fuck,” Neil nods his head frantically at the thought of being watched openly as he grinds himself down onto Andrew. His breath hitches when he catches green eyes in the doorway, Neil's own barely open through hooded lids.
“Look at you up there, bouncing on my cock. You take it so well.” Andrew purrs, burning a fire right through Neil. “Tell Kevin how good it feels and if you ask nicely, maybe I'll even let him in to watch." Neil gasps and Andrew plants his feet on the bed for leverage, grabbing onto his hips and thrusting up to meet him on each downwards motion.
“It feels so good, Kev. Love when he's inside me filling me up. I want him to watch ‘Drew, can watch? I'll be so good for you and Kevin,” Neil babbles.
“Well since you asked so nicely I think we can make that happen. Kevin, come in,” Andrew demands, not questioning in the slightest whether or not he'll be joining them. The door pushes open fully as Kevin stumbles into the room, face clearly flushed and sweaty despite not having any touch up to this point. Neil throws his head back at the sight of Kevin in the room, eyes rolling back.
“Sit on your bed. You can look at him and touch yourself but no touching him. Not this time.” Kevin practically drools at the implication of being able to touch later.
“Of course,” Kevin manages to croak out, “anything.”
“Anything is a dangerous word in here Day, isn't it Neil? You learned that lesson the hard way.” Which earns a low moan and nod in agreement. Andrew pulls out and takes a moment to smoothly flip himself to the top in a move that's far hotter than it has any right to be. He slots himself between Neil's legs, sliding back inside his hole with ease and begins fucking into him again in earnest.
With a brief glance at Kevin to see if he's been enjoying their show, he sees no movement. Andrew decides that won't do.
“Kevin,” he says with a side eye, somehow able to maintain his steady composure despite their activities, “touch yourself.”
Wasting no time, Kevin frantically reaches down and frees himself from his pants, thankful he had forgone underwear today. He starts to stroke himself firmly, unable to tear his eyes away from the two in front of him.
“Look at him Neil, look at what you're doing to him. You see how hard he is? It's all for you,” Andrew says as he grabs Neil's chin forcefully and twists him to look at Kevin. Neil’s back arches further off the bed as he makes eye contact, eyelids fluttering and he takes in the view. “What do you want bunny?” Andrew whispers before ducking down and taking a pert nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it lasciviously.
“I want- ah- I want Kevin to fuck me ‘Drew, can he fuck me? I bet it would feel amazing. Look at him, he's so big. Want him in my mouth, want to know what he tastes like,” Neil rambles, his mind blanking on anything more coherent.
“Hmmm I think we can arrange that at some point. What do you think Kevin? You're awfully quiet over there, do you have anything to say?” Andrew asks as one of his hands trails lightly down Neil's stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake, teasing him.
“God Andrew I want him, he's so pretty, he looks like he was made to take your cock,” Kevin breathes out, finally joining in on the conversation. As Neil cries out at the statement, Kevin pushes his pants further down his thighs with one hand while beginning to stroke himself faster with the other.
“Come here. You can touch his hair but that's it.” Kevin falters at this, unsure if touching would be crossing even more lines than they already are. Andrew stills in Neil as he waits for Kevin to make his decision.
“Kevin I want you, touch me,” Neil pleads, breaking Kevin out of his inaction. He quickly shucks his pants off the rest of the way and stands beside the bed at Neil's head. Andrew looks at him expectantly and when Kevin makes no movement, he grabs his wrist and slowly guides it up to Neil's hair, giving him time to back out if he doesn't want it. As soon as he touches the soft locks, his instincts take over to thread his fingers in Neil's hair, tugging softly near the scalp but not enough to hurt. His actions cause a wanton moan to escape Neil's parted lips as his head tilts back, leaning into the movement. At Andrew's nod towards his dick, Kevin takes himself back in hand, bracing himself against the bed with the elbow of the arm holding Neil's head.
With Kevin taken care of for the time being, Andrew focuses his attention back on Neil. He grinds his hips in, hurrying his pace once again as he begins to stroke Neil's length, using the drop of precum at the head to lubricate his movements.
“You're being so good for us Neil. Do you think you deserve to come today?” Andrew asks.
“Yes ‘Drew I need it, I've been good, I want to come,” Neil begs.
“It's not up to me, ask Kevin.” A sharp inhale comes from Kevin at the words. Neil’s eyes flick over to Kevin immediately, clearly struggling to keep them open in his ecstacy.
“I want to come for you, Kev’, I need it. Can I come?” Neil pleads. Kevin glances at Andrew who nods.
Before he can answer, Andrew pulls Neil's head firmly but gently over the side of the bed to hang over Kevin's cock.
“Neil, spit.” Andrew commands. Neil listens easily, a large trail of spit dripping from his mouth to fall onto Kevin's dick and Andrew maneuvers him back into place. Kevin shudders as he spreads the new lubrication over himself, pleasure mounting as he feels the familiar heat building.
Meanwhile, based on the increasingly high pitched keens coming from below him and the feel of Neil's cock twitching in his hand, Andrew knows he won't last much longer.
“Kevin?” Andrew says with a pointed, almost urgent look. “Can he come?”
“Fuck Neil yes, yes you can come.”
Neil reaches out to Kevin's head, burying his fingers in his hair as he pulls him closer. Kevin allows himself to be pulled in as Neil braces their foreheads together.
“Feels so good Kev’n thank you, fuck, thank you, Kev’ I'm gonna come, I-” Neil's eyes roll as his back arches off the bed, spilling into Andrew's hand and dripping down onto his stomach.
The sight of Neil pushes Kevin over the edge and he comes into his hand with a soft grunt.
Andrew crashes down into Neil, bringing him into a bruising kiss. Bracing himself on the bed with his clean hand, he uses his cum covered hand to hold Neil's hip steady as he fucks into him, desperately chasing his own release.
“Come for me ‘Drew,” Neil whispers in Andrew's ear before placing a soft kiss there, a more private moment between the two of them.
Andrew buries his face into Neil's neck, muffling most of the sound of his moan as he spills into Neil. He pumps gently into him a few more times, riding out his orgasm before gently pulling out.
Andrew allows his weight to fall fully onto Neil for a moment, savoring the contact. He gets up and deposits Neil's favorite fluffy blanket on the bed beside him before walking quietly out of the room. Kevin and Neil hold eye contact as they both catch their breath.
Andrew walks back in with a wet cloth in hand and begins cleaning himself and Neil. Kevin shifts anxiously on his feet, unsure of what comes next and where they stand before finally speaking.
“I guess I can just g-”
“No… stay?” Neil asks gently as he raises one hand out to Kevin, the other lifting the blanket in invitation. Kevin looks to Andrew who nods silently and begins to gently clean off Kevin's hand as well.
“Okay, I'll stay.”