Title: The Professor, Part 38
Author/Artist:
digthewriterCharacter(s): Neville, Theo, Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): 8th year. EWE. Threesome.
Challenge(s): "Detour."
Word count: 100x5
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Continuation of
the Professor series.
With a buck of his hips, a final groan, Neville spilled down Charlie's throat. Charlie took him all in. He took care of Neville as he always did.
"Merlin, I had missed you…" Neville said, nearly sagging down to the floor when Charlie released him.
Charlie wrapped his arms around Neville's body, lifting him up. He carried Neville to the huge bed in the corner of the room, laying him down gently. As Neville turned his head to look up, he found Theo had joined them.
It looked as though Charlie had turned his head to greet Theo when Theo pulled Charlie's head down, his fingers tangled in Charlie's hair, and gave him a bruising kiss. Neville moaned as he watched Theo claim Charlie's mouth in a way he had not done before.
Theo pushed Charlie onto the bed next to Neville. It was clear Theo wasn't willing to take anymore detours; he was ready to claim what was his. First he made sure Charlie was completely naked; then, he got on top of him, straddling his hips. He leaned down to give Charlie a gentle kiss. He kept on kissing Charlie, moving his way down Charlie's body until he reached low enough to push Charlie's legs up and apart.
Neville turned to his side for a better view. He rested himself up on his elbow. Charlie seemed to know what Theo wanted because he grabbed his legs from below his thighs to give Theo more access. Closing his eyes, Charlie moaned most beautifully.
Theo's tongue was working his way in and out of Charlie's entrance; the sounds Charlie was making was by far the sexiest thing Neville had ever heard.
Neville had no idea Theo was even gonna go there. The man always had a way of surprising Neville in the best of ways.
He didn't know if he should've done anything. He wanted to move out of the bed, maybe even sit on the sofa so he could have a better view. But he didn't dare move. He didn't want to break the moment they were sharing. He didn't want to take away from what Theo was giving Charlie. He most certainly didn't want to look away from the pleasure that'd taken over Charlie's expressions.
By the time Theo came up for air, Charlie was a blubbering mess. Neville's cock had against sprang into attention he was leisurely catering to it. He wanted to move with the rhythm of Theo and Charlie.
"Are you ready?" Theo asked, situating himself against Charlie, who had brought his legs all the way up to his chest, holding them there. He looked pretty fucking ready to Neville.
"Yeah…" Charlie breathed. "Fuck me. I'm ready."
Theo lined his cock against Charlie's entrance and pushed in.
They both moaned in unison. Theo feeling Charlie for the first time and Charlie biting his lower lip as if surprised, pained, and content at the same time.
It was glorious and Neville could barely contain it all.
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