Vitya's breath stops. He sends out a hand, blindly, and Victor takes it again, palm to palm. Sweat beads on Vitya's forehead and his eyes shine as they look up at Chris.

When Chris is deep enough, he bends over Vitya, not moving, bracing himself on his hands, and waits until Vitya lifts his head to kiss him.

Victor watches Vitya's tongue push into Chris's mouth, his teeth bite Chris's lip. His head drops back onto the bed. "You said you were going to fuck me."

Chris laughs, one shout that shakes the bed. "Greedy," he says, with a smile he lets Victor share. And then he fucks Vitya.

He starts slow, but he always does that, lazy slides that nearly pull back out, teasing until it's not funny any more. But he doesn't make Vitya wait like he makes Victor wait.

Victor puts his hand, still slippery with lubricant, on Chris's shoulder as he settles into his rhythm. Victor's name should be there, a tattoo on Chris's skin: I was here, I claim this, this is mine. Then Victor watches Vitya's face.

Vitya's eyes keep closing and he keeps forcing them back open, staring up at Chris staring down at him. Even if Victor couldn't feel him through their linked hands, he'd know that there are no more thoughts in Vitya's head, just the feel of Chris's cock pushing at him, through him, heating the blood that flushes crimson on his cheeks.

Their breath huffs out together and Victor finds he's breathing with them, diaphragm contracting with every thrust of Chris's hips, every squeeze of Vitya's fingers.

Vitya's cock stirs and Victor watches it strain against Vitya's belly. If Victor had a hand free, he'd reach between them and jack it for him, slip slide along with the rock of the bed. Chris had the first one, why should he get the second as well? But Victor doesn't want to break circuit between them.

"Touch yourself," Chris says and Vitya does, hand curling around his cock. He can't seem to move, though, except his thumb behind the head and his eyes blinking open again and again.

Chris speeds up and Victor can see he's losing himself. He's working Vitya too hard and Vitya's finger nails press into Victor's palm. But Vitya doesn't speak, doesn't even let out a groan, pushed too far but part of him wanting it all the same.

And it's so familiar, so completely right, that it takes Victor longer than it should to squeeze Chris's shoulder and make him take notice.

"Can you come?" Chris asks. He drops back just a little, still riding the edge of too much.

"Yes," Vitya says but his hand isn't moving any faster and he's really not that close.

"Let me." Victor kneels up and he does reach between them, bumping against Chris's side to keep the contact there. His hand is still slick enough for some slide and he rubs Vitya with just the right touch, the way he loves it best. "I'll get you there."

Chris gives Victor half a scowl but Victor doesn't care. This one is his. If Chris can't get the job done himself, it's his own fault.

But it's all three of them together, Victor knows it, Chris knows it, Vitya knows it, knows it with his whole open body, tells it to them both with every gasp and clutch and roll.

And Victor knows it's time. He doesn't say anything but he gives Vitya's hand a squeeze just before Vitya squeezes back. Just before Vitya's face twists into a frown and his legs clench around Chris's waist and he comes, just as hard as before, just as sweetly, Chris driving into him and Victor holding his hand.

Victor holds on until Vitya's finished. Then he puts that hand back on Chris's shoulder.

Chris gasps like he's trying to laugh but he doesn't have the time right now. He's still fucking Vitya, hitching Vitya's legs back up with one hand. "I'm going to come inside you," he says.

Vitya still hasn't caught his breath but he nods, just a little, and swings his hand up to grab Chris's hair.

Give it a twist, Victor thinks and Vitya does and they share a look that's like a smile.

Then Chris groans from the back of his throat and his hips jerk and he's coming, pushing too deep, making Vitya groan too.

Victor slides his arm around Chris's back and leans his forehead on Chris's shoulder. He can't feel Chris the way he feels Vitya but he doesn't need to. He already knows the way Chris's muscles pull tight and the way he sucks in breath and the way the sweat comes up on his forehead.

The way he collapses, heavy and smiling, pinning Victor to whatever surface they're on, until Victor swears and makes him roll away.

But Chris doesn't collapse. He catches himself on his hands, still half inside Vitya, and looks down at him. "Thank you," he says and the words rasp a little, like his throat is raw. He touches Vitya's face and Vitya leans up into it, moves against Chris's hand.

Chris pulls out, then lies down beside Vitya, tugging Victor's arm until he does the same, pulling them all into a tangle of limbs and trapping Vitya's hair under his shoulders.

"You're welcome," Vitya says, the dazed look still on his face, and Chris nuzzles at his throat.

"It's my turn now," Victor says. He touches Vitya's cheek and tips his head over so he's facing Victor. He speaks against Vitya's mouth, not kissing, just their breath and lips brushing together. "Are you ready?"

"Are you ready?" Chris strokes Victor's thigh.

"Try me and see." Victor looks at Chris over Vitya's shoulder, then flicks his tongue against Vitya's lips, teasing them open for a kiss.

Vitya shifts against him but it's Chris's hand that reaches for Victor's cock. It's too soon for Victor really but he's rising under Chris's fingers anyway, harder than he needs to be, because he's got to have Vitya while he can.

"I'm going to fuck you now," Victor whispers, hand on Vitya's flank, curving around his ass. "You're mine now. Do you want to be mine?"

Vitya doesn't speak, but he doesn't have to, his longing is so loud it rings in Victor's ears, throbs through his blood and bone.

Before Vitya can even press another kiss on Victor's mouth, Victor rolls to his feet, grabs Vitya's ankles, and yanks him down to the end of the bed, flat on his back, legs in the air.

Right now, Victor says but maybe that was only to Vitya. Right now, while Vitya is still glassy-eyed and pliant, over-sensitive and damp with sweat, Chris's come still hot inside him.

"Victor," Chris says and comes to him with a handful of lubricant and an admiring smile. "I look forward to your performance." He settles himself behind Vitya, hands on Vitya's temples, stroking Vitya's forehead with his thumbs.

Victor moves closer, eyes on Vitya's eyes. His pulse is beating in his throat, his mouth is dry. He can count the number of times he's fucked someone before on three fingers, it's never what he wants to do.

But he wants it now, so badly he's almost sick with it. He kisses the sole of Vitya's foot. And then he pushes in.

Vitya's eyes go wide and maybe Victor should have taken longer. But Vitya doesn't gasp or wince. He just stares at Victor, impaled and hungry, like he could take them both all weekend long and still not be satisfied. "Fuck me," he says and Victor does.

He has to adjust a little but it doesn't take long to find the best position, the best cadence. Vitya moves with him, fingers crumpling the bedsheets, and eyes still fixed on Victor.

And Victor can feel it all, not just Vitya's ankles in his hands, not just Vitya tight around his cock, but himself being filled up, not by the plug that's still inside him, but by his own cock. He's giving and receiving, fucking and being fucked. Too much, too much, sympathetic resonance between him and Vitya, back and forth, so they are vibrating to a shared note, a plucked string.

There's a flicker in Victor's peripheral vision and he has just a sliver of attention left to be sad that Chris can't feel this too but soon that's gone as well.

He speeds up, at least he thinks so. Vitya's mouth is open and he's breathing with a hitch, with a sob in his chest. Victor's chest is aching too.

Then the string breaks and he comes, knees weakening and blood throbbing and heart breaking. Too soon for Vitya but Victor knows he feels it all just the same.

Victor stays upright until he's done, then he lets his knees take him down, crouching on the floor, cheek against the bed and Vitya's knee.

He can feel Vitya quivering, the muscles in his thigh twitching, and realizes that he's shaking too. He heaves himself onto the bed.

Vitya crawls up, half on top of Victor, and kisses his face, his neck, slowly but not lazily. He still wants more and Victor wishes he could give it to him right away.

Chris rolls up beside Victor and kisses him too. "I hope you'll have me like that sometime," he says. "I had no idea."

"Chris," Vitya says. He reaches across Victor and puts his fingers on Chris's mouth.

"If only I could indulge you right away," Chris sighs. He teases Vitya's fingertips with his tongue. "Go clean up and then maybe we can find something to put inside you."

"Something good," Vitya says. He shifts against Victor and pulls him over for a kiss. "Again," he murmurs.

"You must be very proud," Chris says to Victor. He reaches over and pushes Vitya's shoulder. "My poor sheets, go."

Vitya frowns but he slides off the bed and leaves the room. The air that fills his space is cool against Victor's skin.

"What will we do with him?" Victor says.

"He'd look pretty with a dildo in his mouth."

"What will we do with him after tonight?"

"He'll look just as pretty in the morning." Chris props himself up on his side. "If we wake up and he's still here, then we'll figure it out." Chris grins. "And if he's gone, you'll look nearly as pretty with a dildo in your mouth."

"Fuck off," Victor says but he pulls Chris down onto him and wraps his arms around him, buries his face in Chris's neck. "Fuck off, Chris."

Chris puts his hand on Victor's head. "Do you want to keep that plug in?"

"Until you have something better to put into me."

"Better go make sure the boy isn't putting my toothpaste tube into him right now." Chris rolls away. "I'll change the bed."

When Victor gets to the bathroom, the door is ajar and the shower is running. Through the glass of the stall, he can see Vitya, hair bundled up and face up to the spray. His hands are moving over his own body, touching himself slowly as the water runs over him.

Victor stops and watches him. Maybe it is narcissistic, but Vitya is unbearably attractive like this. His eyes closed, mouth open, hands sliding up his flanks, over his chest, across his lips, trailing down his throat.

Victor touches himself too, mirroring Vitya's hands on his own body, until the steam fogs up the door and he can only see the blur behind it. So he slides the door open and steps in.

Vitya turns to Victor at once, hands on Victor's face and tongue on Victor's lips. Victor opens for it, just a slide back with the tip of his tongue. "Slow down," he says. "Tease me a little first." He presses their foreheads together. "I love how much you want it."

"Don't be mean," Vitya says but he turns them both around so it's Victor under the shower head, water streaming down his face. He squeezes out a handful of shower gel and all at once the shower smells like Chris, that subtle sweet tobacco fragrance that's in all his products.

Vitya's hands on Victor are half good, half bad. Victor is more sensitized, over-stimulated, than he realised. But he wants it anyhow and it's not long before he's sliding his gel-slick hands over Vitya too.

Vitya keeps trying to catch Victor's mouth and Victor keeps moving it away, not letting him have it, but caressing him with purpose, because it's so sweet to see Vitya's hungry face and feel his annoyance mount to desperation.

"Fuck," Vitya says and grabs a handful of Victor's wet hair, pulling his head back.

"Manners," Victor says but he lets Vitya kiss him this time, tongue plunging deep and thigh sliding between Victor's legs.

The bathroom door clicks and Chris slides the shower open. "I put in the largest stall I could but it's still not big enough for three."

"Too bad," Victor says. He runs his hand down Vitya's back to cup his buttock, eyes on Chris.

But Vitya turns to Chris as well. "Again," he says.

"I will," Chris says. "I'll fuck you until you can't move, if that's what you want." He holds out a towel. "But give me some time to recover. Have a drink of water. Suck Victor's dick for while."

Victor turns off the water. He gives Vitya a push and Vitya steps out of the shower. Chris lets Vitya kiss him once before he steps in. "Are you staying?" he says to Victor.

"I'm going to get my dick sucked," Victor says and steps out too.

There's a robe for Vitya out on Chris's bed and Victor picks up his own from the living room. In the kitchen, he pours mineral water for them both and leans against the counter, watching Vitya watching him while they drink. There's still wine in the decanter and Victor tips some into his empty water glass.

"Do you want some more?" he asks and means the wine.

But Vitya sets down his glass and pulls Victor's robe open. "I want some more." He touches Victor's belly, then presses against him, his whole body tight to Victor's.

Vitya's hair is still tied up and Victor pulls it free so it falls down his back, silky as the robe he's wearing. Victor puts his mouth to Vitya's ear. "Are you going to suck me now?"

Vitya's hands tighten on Victor's back and there's no need for him to answer out loud, his body is shouting with it.

Victor boosts himself up onto Chris's kitchen counter. He lets Vitya push open his thighs and bend between them, no time for teasing, just Vitya's tongue on the head of his cock, circling in a move Victor knows all too well.

Vitya is unpractised but, as far as Victor can remember, he's always been good at this. While Vitya takes Victor in his mouth, Victor tries to remember the first cock he sucked, if it was before this or afterwards.

That flat musky taste of skin. The way the cock moved against his tongue. The way the other boy squirmed and rolled his hips and came almost right away, too soon for Victor to move away. That first mouthful was a little bitter but the memory is sweet.

Vitya's mouth moves on him slowly, one hand on the inside of Victor's thigh, the other cupping his balls, trailing back to touch the base of the plug that's still filling Victor up.

"It's too soon for me to get it up again," Victor says, "but it feels good." He strokes Vitya's hair, still damp around his face. "You're good at this." And his cock does move inside Vitya's mouth but Victor wishes he could say more than just hello.