Title: Almost
Author: penguingal
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Don/Charlie/Coop
Warnings: unabashed incest, threesome
Disclaimer: Belongs to people wot are not me.
Feedback: lovely as always
A/N: Written as a comment smutlet for
missmollyetc in celebration of her new employment. It is evol. As is she.
It was almost too much, the sight of them together. So much dark hair, their dark eyes boring into him. So alike and yet so different. One well-muscled and strong, the other reedy but solid. The contrast of light skin on dark. Curls matted to the pillow as straight, spiky hair teased his skin.
Even wrapped up in each other as they were, their eyes still watched him, waiting for him. He smirked, stroking himself lightly as he approached the brothers entwined on the bed. That part of it, the forbidden, had never bothered him, and if he was being honest, it was what made the two of them so appealing. They smiled at him before returning to their tasks, driving each other slowly insane with hands, teeth, and tongue, putting on a display for him.
He loved watching them come apart in each other's hands, but he loved being in the middle of it even more. Swooping in as Don came up for air, Coop grabbed his face in his hands and crushed their mouths together, a soft moan coming from Charlie somewhere below him. He slowly pulled Don away, descending on Charlie when he was clear, cutting off his whimper at the loss of the warmth of his brother's body. Coop devoured the sinful mouth beneath him, noting somewhere in the back of his mind that it took Don approximately 5 seconds to curl around him, trying to get back to Charlie.
Don was the only one who ever knew how to drive him insane with lust and desire, and he gave in, just like always. Nibbling one last time on Charlie's lip, he pulled back, reaching behind him to drag Don closer. "Go on. Take him," he growled, moving out of the way to watch as Charlie was quickly prepared and entered, arching and crying out at the intensity of the sensations. Watching Don fuck Charlie was just too much, and Coop climbed behind him, grabbing his hips and stilling him long enough for him to push deep inside him. Don and Charlie moaned together, his movement pushing Don deeper into his brother. Frantic motions, sweat-slick skin and bodies colliding, gasps, moans and cries, were all that remained until their shouts filled the air as they came in series, Charlie sending Don over, Don pulling him along directly. And then silence as they eased away, arranging themselves carefully, Charlie curled into Don, Coop curled around them both.
It was almost too much. And yet somehow, it was never enough.