[PART SEVEN] - CLOSED
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She kisses back hard, fiercely.
Sean stands over them, and fuck. He needs to come, he really needs to come.
Eventually Erin breaks away, panting, and says, "Hey, hey, don't forget about, uh, Sean-"
Her voice all lazy and turned-on and slow like honey.
Eduardo turns his eyes on Sean, slow, and a smile spreads across his face.
His mouth is wet.
"How could I," he says softly, and is that an- accent? Actually? Something low, sinuous, snakes its way up in Sean's gut and he lunges forward a little bit, kisses Eduardo.
Eduardo kisses back, comfortingly, until he bites down on Sean's lip and a flash of pain and want goes through him, and he whines.
Fucking whines, and Erin is staring unblinking at them, lips parted.
He's doing it for Erin, he tells himself. Putting on a show.
Except Eduardo says, "You have a condom?" and oh shit, the condom is gonna be used to fuck Sean, and oh, God, he gulps in a breath, queasy with anticipation.
Erin is rolling over, exposing the swell of her ass, and Eduardo is standing up, away from Sean, unbuttoning his shirt, fingers working quickly.
He stares, and Erin rolls back with a condom between her finger and thumb, and she says, "Sean, baby. Get undressed."
He nods jerkily and yanks off his t-shirt. Eduardo rakes his gaze down Sean's torso, and he is painfully, obviously, the worst-looking person in the room.
They're almost like fucking twins, with their big eyes and tan skin and long limbs, and fuck that makes him dizzy.
"How should I fuck him?" Eduardo says, lip caught between his teeth, studying him, and Erin says, "On his back. He likes when I ride him, he'll like that."
"Fuck," Sean grits out. "I'm actually still in the room."
"I had no idea," Eduardo murmurs, still watching him, and Erin laughs, deep in her throat.
Sean swallows hard, and then they're all fucking naked, and there is so much skin, it is ridiculous. Erin puts his hands on his waist, guides him onto the bed, and Eduardo crawls on top of him, straddles his hips and says, "Hey, grab a pillow. The angle's better."
"Nice, Saverin," she says, and Sean is panting now, and then there is a pillow being placed carefully under his hips.
And Eduardo is considering him, head cocked, and he says, "We should- get him some lube. He's probably tight, huh."
Sean feels a little like a laboratory rat and a lot- a lot- turned-on.
"Again, still here," he says shakily. "And yeah, fuck. I- I haven't-"
"I know, babe, Eduardo'll be really careful," Erin soothes. "He did such a good job with me, didn't he? I came, like, really hard. He's really good."
Sean lets her lean down and kiss him, the warm sugary smell of her neck filling his nostrils, and he lets her breast hang in his hand for a second, her nipple hard again, against his palm.
"I'm not, like, gay. Because of this," he says, and Eduardo snorts. Erin laughs into his neck, and says, "I promise I'll still let you fuck me, you big straight man, you."
Sean tries to laugh, but then there is Eduardo's warm, big hand, slipping down his inner thigh, further, further, and instead he says, "Oh, God. Oh."
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