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More often than not, it starts with Sky.
She was the one who first suggested the four of them to be in a relationship, after all. It makes sense that she’s usually the one to begin any sex. Sky has a talent for turning intention into something that looks accidental — a brush of fingers, a shared look, a smile that feels harmless until you’re breathless beside her, wondering how a single kiss managed to undo you so completely.
With Jayce, there is nothing subtle about it. Mostly because he is bad at begin subtle yet he don't want to be too direct in case one of them don't want it.
If he wants them, he will tried to be as innocent as possible at the same time he is provocative. He’ll appear shirtless or wear those very tight shorts of his. Anything that shows off his figure in the way they like. Either that or some random expose of strength. Who knows it will be hot to see someone lift their couch just to clean underneath? He does all that never for any real reason, just showing off. None of them complain. Quite the opposite.
Mel doesn’t initiate so much as she leads.
Her days are tightly scheduled, her time carefully guarded. Some day they would only see her leaving in the morning and arrive by dinnertime. But whenever she has a free evening, she intends to enjoy it. She’ll come in already removing her earrings, heels kicked aside before the door fully closes. One look is all it takes. A tilt of her head, a small gesture. Whoever she chooses follows. No one ever refuses.
But Viktor—
Viktor never quite knows how to ask.
Especially when what he wants is all of them.
He’s been standing in the living room for ten minutes now, watching the three of them curled together on the couch. The desire had woken him from a nap — sharp, insistent, impossible to ignore — only for him to find them already tangled up, warm and close without him.
Mel sits in the middle, a bowl of popcorn balanced between her legs. Jayce is tucked against her side, head resting in the curve of her neck, one arm draped along the back of the couch. On the far end, Sky lounges against the armrest, legs stretched out, toes nearly brushing the bowl.
The credits roll across the screen. Viktor doesn’t remember the movie starting. That alone irritates him more than it should.
Without his cane, his steps are careful, nearly silent as he moves closer. He stops behind a armchair, watching them — wanting them — caught between the familiar hesitation and the pull in his chest that refuses to go away.
A fake cough escapes him, thin and unconvincing.
Three heads turn at once.
Jayce cranes his neck first, shifting where he’s draped across the couch. Mel looks over him, sharp gaze flicking up with immediate attention. Sky tilts her head back against the armrest, eyes finding Viktor upside down.
The heat rushes to his face. He lifts a hand in a small, awkward wave before he can stop himself.
For a moment, no one says anything.
The TV murmurs on, credits long gone, a new movie already starting. Mel reaches for the remote and stops it before the opening scene can settle, plunging the room into quiet.
Sky smiles then — slow, teasing. Without her glasses, her eyes are softer, lids heavy as she studies him.
“Why are you all the way over there?” she asks, sitting up and reaching absently for the popcorn.
Jayce straightens, his arm sliding down from the backrest as he turns fully toward Viktor. There’s a flicker of concern in his expression, immediate and sincere.
“Hey,” he says gently. “Is something wrong, V?”
Viktor exhales, already regretting the hesitation. Of course they would think something was wrong.
“Not exactly,” he says, hands restless, fingers twisting together as if motion might help the words form. “I woke up and thought maybe we could— we might—”
The sentence collapses before it reaches the end. Heat crawls up his neck.
Mel watches him carefully. She sets the popcorn aside with deliberate slowness, giving him time, space.
“Maybe what?” she asks, voice low. “And why are you hiding behind the chair?”
Viktor sighs. There is no elegant way out of this.
He steps to the side.
The loose pajama pants he wears do nothing to hide the problem now. The outline is unmistakable. His face burns, but he doesn’t move back.
For a heartbeat, no one speaks.
Then Sky makes a soft, delighted sound. “Oh,” she says, smiling. “That explains it.”
She’s on her feet immediately, brushing popcorn from her lap as she walks toward him. “You could’ve just said so, baby.”
Her arms slide around his waist. Viktor’s hands settle there without thinking, holding her close — but he doesn’t step back, doesn’t turn toward the bedroom.
Sky notices.
She pulls back just enough to look at him. Viktor glances past her, toward the couch.
Jayce has stretched out fully, long legs claiming the space Sky left. Mel rests against him, head tucked under his chin as they scroll through movie options again — too casual, too distant.
Viktor looks back at Sky and exaggerates a small pout, the meaning clear.
Her expression lights up instantly.
Sky tightens her arms around him and tilts her head toward the couch. “Guys,” she calls lightly. “I think this is a group situation.”
That gets their attention.
Jayce is already standing. “Bedroom?” he asks over his shoulder, halfway down the hall before anyone can answer.
Mel turns off the TV and stops in front of Viktor. She smooths a curl away from Sky’s face, then looks up at him.
“Did you wake up like this,” she asks, amused, “or did it develop?”
Viktor presses his face briefly into Sky’s hair, breath uneven.
“I think I fell asleep wanting,” he admits. “And woke up remembering.”
Mel hums, satisfied, and moves past him, fingers squeezing his shoulder as she pulls Sky along with her, arms linked and talking quietly.
Viktor follows them. He can hear Jayce moving around in the room. Arranging everything for the needs of four people. Fluffing pillows, uselessly tidying the sheets. Opening the window above the bed to let in a light breeze to cool them down from the heat they will be feeling.
When he reaches the doorway, Jayce looks up and nods.
Only then does Viktor step inside.
He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath him. The three of them stand close, not in a line but forming a quiet half-circle around him.
It's possible to feel them without even be touching by them.
There's this warmth, so familiar and steady. The closeness of bodies they know so well, inside and out. The subtle press of space being shared, not one by one, but all at once. The desire they feel for each person in that room and the desire they provoke in return.
The tension in his chest eases into something fuller, heavier — affection tangled with want.
“What do you want to do, V?” Jayce asks.
He’s already close, one knee brushing Viktor’s, a hand settling there. His breath is hitting the top of his head and it's just make this feel more real and carnal in some way.
Viktor shrugs, a grin breaking through. “Honestly?”He lifts his gaze, meeting all of them at once.“I just want all of you. Together. If that’s okay.”
The word together lingers.
In a relationship like theirs, where four individuals date each other, somehow there is always one person missing at some point. Sometimes it is due to a lack of desire, another commitment, or even because sometimes it is better to do it with less than with more. They’ve done this in pairs before. In threes. Always close, always overlapping in some way.
Just… not all four.
Viktor feels it immediately — the way no one pulls away. The way their closeness deepens instead, how they all share a look before all the attention settling on him from every side at once.
No one says anything for a while.
Mel breaks the silence with the question they’re all circling around.“And how are we going to do that?”
Sky doesn’t hesitate. She climbs onto the bed beside Viktor, movement easy and familiar, and lifts her hand as if answering a question in class.
“Well,” she says lightly, already leaning into him, “Viktor should be in the middle.” She nudges his shoulder with her own, making him sway just slightly. Viktor lets himself tip into the touch, a quiet laugh leaving him. "It is his request, after all.”
Jayce shifts closer to the bed, sitting in the other side of him. “That works,” he says easily. “We can make it comfortable.”
Mel hums, thoughtful — not doubtful. She steps closer, one hand resting briefly at Viktor’s hair, making him stare back at her.
“Middle means supported,” she says. “Not crowded.”
Sky grins, bouncing in the bed to get up.“We’re good at that.”
Behind him, Viktor feels the bed sink as Sky begins to stretch and take up space. Jayce joins her shortly after, patting his leg as he turns over. Mel removes her hand from his hair only after ruffling it once more.
Only when the movement stops does he get up and turn to look at his lovers. They all seem comfortable in a bed that clearly cannot support four people at the same time, but even so, they have left a space in the middle.
To be occupied by him.
“This is new,” Viktor admits quietly, the words meant for all of them at once. His hand reaches out to them as his knees begin to climb onto the bed.
As expected, Sky is the first to move. She reaches for Viktor’s wrist and tugs, just enough to make him fall belly down on the bed.When he breathes for half a second, she doesn’t pull harder. She leans in instead, forehead brushing his.
“New doesn’t mean slow,” she murmurs.
Viktor barely has time to inhale before her mouth find his own yet he can feel others lips in him too. A kiss lands at the corner of his mouth, another at his jaw, breath ghosting over his skin from more than one direction at once. Hands settle at his hips, his shoulders, steadying, claiming.
He exhales into it, a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan.
The bed shifts as weight redistributes, bodies pressing in, close enough that Viktor is surrounded before he’s fully aware of it. Someone’s thigh slots between his knees. Someone else’s hand slides up his back, palm warm through the thin fabric of his shirt.
There’s no rush to undress him.
They are taking their time with him. Viktor hasn't stopped kissing since it started, but he knows that the person on his lips has changed a few times. His hands move without thinking, finding whatever is in front of him. And wherever he touches, someone leans into it.
Everywhere is response.
Soft hands guide Viktor to lay back and he goes very willingly, knees hitting the mattress first before he’s eased down fully, the pillows adjusted behind him until he’s centered, supported on all sides.
Perfectly in the middle of the bed, as he should be.
Viktor blinks, grounding himself enough to take them in.
Sky is still fully dressed, but only just. Her sweater pushed up, skin bared where Viktor’s hands had been earlier. Her hair is a messy, have lost the ponytail at some point. She’s kneeling by the edge of the bed, attention fixed entirely on him, eyes bright, hungry.
Jayce obviously has already shed his shirt, broad chest bare as he leans in, one hand braced beside Viktor’s head and the other warm and steady against his bed rest. Lipstick can be found in his neck just like teeth marks.
Mel is sitting across from him, knees in front of her, feet off the bed. The buttons on her shirt are already half undone, revealing bare skin. She is smoothing the sheet as she looks at him, ready to leap at any moment.
The sight of them — all in different states of undress, all focused on him — sends a shiver through Viktor that has nothing to do with nerves.
He's out of breath and they haven't even started yet. His face is flush and he can't fully blame the weather.
“Is it hot in here?” Jayce says, caressing Viktor's chest, kneading his shirt. “Or are you just wearing too many clothes, V?”
Sky nods, joking too. “He's definitely wearing too many clothes, Jayce.” She moves to sit between his legs, hands on his thighs. “Do you want to help me with his pants, or can I leave the top part to you?”
Viktor opens his mouth to answer for him, but Mel silences him by placing her hand under his shirt, her nails scratching his skin, causing his hips to rise automatically.
"We take the pants.” She takes her eyes off him for a second to find Jayce, “You get his shirt off for us.”
Jayce doesn’t need to be told twice. He moves to sit on Viktor’s lap, taking care not to put all his weight on him. Viktor’s breath hitches immediately, hands gripping the fabric of Jayce’s pants as if to ground himself.
There is a slight smile on the face of the man above him before he dives down and sinks his lips into his neck. One of his hands finds the bottom of his shirt and begins to move upward as his mouth moves down to kiss his chest.
Viktor can barely open his eyes to watch what's happening because Sky and Mel have started kissing his member over his pants. He can feel their breaths, their tongues touching as they circle his cock. As if he were participating in their kiss, his hips don't stop moving, matching their movements.
The sensation of Jayce kissing his chest, nibbling one of his nipples and pulling him closer with his teeth. His member, hot and wet against his stomach. The tickling sensation of his hair at the base of his neck is what reminds Viktor that he has his own hands, and he finally brings Jayce's lips to meet his.
He can't hold back the moan that escapes him because as Jayce presses his tongue against his teeth, his pants are finally pulled down and there's nothing stopping him from feeling their lips around his member.
The hands holding Jayce's face against his begin to tremble and his head sinks into the bed, exposing his neck to more teeth and bites. Breathless and overstimulated, he can only ask for “more, more.”
It is when Mel's mouth closes around the head of his cock and Sky's tongue runs over what's left that he has his first orgasm of the day.
His eyes close and his hands grip the sheet as a cry escapes from deep within his chest. Hot cum shoots out of him into Mel's mouth, and it's a shame he can't see it. But he feels Sky laugh against his thigh as she opens her mouth wide so as not to let a single drop slip away.
The imagination of this scene is enough to make him open his mouth and respond to the peck Jayce gives him, asking if he's okay.
"I'm more than okay" he says, licking his lips. "I'm in love with all of you."
The bed sways and he hears a sigh and a giggle. Opening his eyes, he sees Mel and Sky, each on either side of Jayce's face. When they notice his gaze focusing on them, Sky makes a scene of turning Jayce to face her to share what she has kept in her tongue.
He moans just by looking at them, his hips rising so high that they hit Jayce's, more comfortable on his lap now, feeling his own cock against Jayce's. Viktor's cum and their saliva flow like one, their kiss so open that he can watch their tongues circling each other. When Sky starts to pull away, Jayce's hand closes around her neck and pulls her back. He hasn't gotten everything out of her yet. The moan that comes out of Viktor is as high-pitched as Sky's.
Barely losing Mel crawling to meet him until he feels her hand in his hair guiding him to look at her. She smiles at him and gives him a peck on the lips. And another. And another. Until he opens his mouth and she goes all in. He tries to find some trace of his cum still there but finds nothing. She has already swallowed it all.
When Mel pulls away, licking her lips, Viktor is already hard again under Jayce, and even so, he and Sky still haven't stopped kissing and sharing him.
He feels her fingernail tracing his lips, her thumb opening his mouth so she can suck him. She had already put two fingers inside—he feels them deep in his throat—when she pulls them back.
“Your mouth is very dry, Viktor,” her hand wet with his spit rests on his cheek, caressing it. “You need something to drink, don't you think?”
He can only nod because he knows what she means.
Mel steps away from him and goes behind him, placing one thigh on each side of his head. She looks ahead at Jayce and Sky's endless performance. Neither she nor Viktor want to miss a second of it.
His hands help her take off her shorts, and when her white panties, transparent from being so wet, appear to Viktor, he can already taste her in his mouth. He can smell how excited she is.
Mel positions herself on top of him, still not sitting down completely, one knee on each side of his hips. Her hand drags slowly over his chest, fingertips tracing heat wherever they pass. His shirt is bunched uselessly around his neck, his arms still caught inside. He doesn’t bother freeing himself — who knows what he could do without any restraints.
“Guys.” Mel's voice breaks their kiss, and both Jayce and Sky look at what they missed while they were focused on each other. Viktor's hands are already on Mel's thighs, and he's just waiting for her to get down to start working. “Anything to say to Viktor before he goes?”
Almost like a light bulb appears in her head, Sky brights up.
“Yes!” she says, positioning herself on top of him, speaking directly to him. “Jayce and I have decided that I'm going to ride you while he fucks you, okay?”
Behind her, Jayce's already moving, climbing out of bed, opening the drawer beside it. The sound of the lubricant bottle is unmistakable. His pants are kicked off enthusiastically.
Mel’s hips sway just slightly over Viktor’s face. He tilts his head up, ready for it. But it was just her laughing at their antics.
“And you two decided all that while making out?”
“Of course,” Jayce answers easily, snorting. “Our tongues talked plenty.”
Mel hums at that, watching as Jayce coats his hand and reaches for Viktor. The reaction is immediate — Viktor trembles, a sharp breath breaking from him as Jayce starts preparing him.
Sky has already stripped out of her clothes, settling into position, eyes fixed on him.
Mel cups Viktor’s face, thumb brushing his cheek as she pulls her panties aside.
“Well,” she murmurs, lowering herself just enough that he can feel her warmth, “let’s see how much Viktor’s tongue will tell me, then.”
The tip of his nose brushes her. His breath stutters.
“On three, Sky?”
Sky's response is to grab his cock and press it against herself. Viktor doesn’t need to look to know Jayce is ready too. There’s pressure at his entrance now — a unmistakable one.
“Ready?” Mel says. “One. Two—”
“Three.”
Her voice is the last thing Viktor registers before reaching the highest level of euphoria.
He can only moan and try to respond as best he can.
Jayce's grip is firm on his hips, grounding and demanding. The rhythm he brings is almost violent, but his hands circle her skin with a reverence and care that only he would have in this situation.
Sky's hands spread warm over his chest, steadying him. She has already lowered herself against his stomach, and he feels her nipples against him. Her movements haven't stopped for a moment, her bounce almost as intense as Jayce's.
And Mel is everywhere at once on him: her weight on his face, her feather-like touch on his neck—dying to hold the air there but still not doing it. That quiet authority in the way she keeps him exactly where she wants him as the world narrows to sensation.
Viktor stopped trying to orient himself a long time ago. Whatever pace they've fallen into, he's just going along with it. A body being used by all his lovers. He tries to respond as best he can—mouth non-stop on Mel, holding Sky's head against him, keeping up with Jayce as best he can.
The room seems so much smaller now, with the heat, the breathing, and the skin getting closer. They have merged into one, all touching each other in some way.
Sky, lying under Viktor's chest, is so close to Mel's center that Viktor could make room and she could share it with him. Jayce and Mel have found each other and the sound of their mouths accompanies the movements they both make. One of Jayce's hands has already left Viktor's hip and ended up on Sky's, moving her along with him.
It's too much. And yet, only this would be enough for them.
Viktor's body responds before his thoughts can catch up, he spills inside Sky without being able to warn her. She responds by kissing his chest, taking a nipple in her mouth and biting it as punishment. Still moving against him, waiting for him to finish. Only when she is satisfied too that she dismounts him.
Mel pulls away from Jayce to grab Viktor's cock and plays with it even in her overstimulation. The moan Viktor let out while still licking her was already the beginning of the end for her. She is seconds away from coming too.
Jayce adjusts his pace. Without Sky in front of him, he can go even deeper. There is no separation when his hips meet Viktor's now. He hasn't decided where he's going to come yet, but if each of his lovers continues to come in front of him like this, he won't have much time to think about it.
Sky stays close, incredibly close. She presses her face against Mel's core, searching for his lips inside. Her breathing uneven, her movements instinctively synchronizing with his. Her mouth kissing him, then kissing Mel. Every time Viktor falters, she keep going.
Above him, Mel is relentless in her grip on his cock. He's almost hard again just from her constant touch. She listens—his breathing, the tension in his hands, the way his body responds to hers—and make adjustments. When her other hand tightens on his hair, just enough to guide him to her end, Viktor lets out a sound that seems to have been ripped straight from his chest.
“That's it,” she murmurs, to encourage him. “Just a little more.”
In less than a minute, she falls back with a moan, sitting on the bed just above his head. Her thighs still trap his head, but they no longer suffocate him.
Without Mel on his face, Viktor can watch Jayce's final thrusts into him.
Jayce's expression is altered, jaw clenched, breathing heavy. He can barely contain himself, as evidenced by the way his hands dig into Viktor's hips, pulling him back with every movement. His rhythm is no longer controlled; he's just trying to get where everyone else has already arrived.
When he reaches a special place inside, Viktor's head jerks against the bed. Against Sky. Against Mel. And with his neck fully exposed, Jayce finally comes apart. He manages to pull out, start to jerking himself off without any shame and cums unceremoniously on Viktor's chest.
For a second, they all stop.
Jayce is still breathing, hands lost without anything to grab anymore. Mel leans back on her palms, watching the scene below with half-lidded eyes, thighs still framing Viktor’s head like a reminder of where he’s been moments ago.
Sky lifts herself just enough to look at Viktor’s face, then at his chest, then back at him again. She exhales a soft laugh, breath still uneven, and reaches up to cup Viktor’s face, thumb brushing gently along his jaw.
“Hey,” she says quietly, brushing her fingers over his collarbone, grounding. “You still with us?”
Viktor manages a breathless sound that might be a laugh, might be an answer. His body feels heavy now, spent and warm in that pleasant, boneless way.
“That’s a yes,” Sky decides with a small smile.
She leans in, pressing a slow kiss to his mouth — not urgent, not hungry, just there. When she pulls back, her forehead rests against his.
“You did so good,” she murmurs, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to say.
Jayce leans forward, resting his forehead against Viktor’s shoulder, breathing hard, eyes closed. For a second, he stays there, like he needs the contact as much as Viktor does. Mel shifts too, watching the scene below with half-lidded eyes, thighs still framing Viktor’s head like a reminder of where he’s been moments ago.
“Everyone breathe,” she says, calm and satisfied. “No one’s going anywhere.”
There is no urgency to leave.
Sky remains close, lying on Mel's thigh, breathing against Viktor's forehead, her hand still pressed to his chest. Jayce lies completely on top of him, not caring about getting his body dirty with his own cum. Mel touches his face, wiping the sweat from his face.
And Viktor, finally able to breathe properly again, lets himself sink into the weight of them — the heat, the closeness, the certainty that this wasn’t just excess, or hunger, or chaos.
Just love.
He is almost asleep when someone whispers softly.
“Next time,” someone says, “I want to be in the middle.”
Well, this will be another case of going to sleep wanting it and waking up remembering it.
Good for them.