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Aldous

I t was so good to be home.

With a sigh, Aldous let his head lay back against the headboard, listening to the sound of running water coming from the shower he hadn’t long vacated. Dante and his sons had been wonderful hosts for the week they’d stayed at the compound after Bri’s seizure, but Aldous hadn’t realised how much of a toll being away from home had taken. Not until he’d stepped through the front door earlier this evening.

A steady, rhythmic thumping from over on Jasmine’s sofa told him he was no longer alone in the room, and Aldous opened his eyes to see a shirtless Roman carrying a trio of glasses filled with a dark liquid that looked almost black in the low light.

Aldous hummed out his approval when he scented honey spiced rum. A single, perfectly spherical ball of ice sat in the centre, tinkling as he took a sip.

Standing motionless, Roman cleared his throat.

“Did I take the wrong one?”

“Not at all,” Roman said, with an unusual hint of gallantry. “But a tip is customary, sir.”

The edges of his lips curled up beneath his heated stare. “You’d like my tip, would you?”

“I would very much like your tip.” Roman shrugged, bending to put the two drinks he still held on the bedside table. “In my hand or my back pocket. Either would work.”

He wanted to bite out a snarky retort, but something else had been on his mind. “What if I’m… never able to return the favour?”

The softness on Roman’s face was like to tear his heart out. “What if you only ever want to top, you mean?”

Aldous nodded. There was so much suffering wrapped up in that act that he didn’t know whether he’d ever be able to do it. He loved Roman, but love couldn’t erase that trauma.

As much as I wish it could.

Roman cupped Aldous’s jaw. “I will never— never —ask for anything you aren’t willing to give. Do you understand me? I don’t love the idea of you. I don’t love some mythical version of you that’s never been hurt. I love you , Aldous. I love who you were when we first met, who you are now, and who you will always be.”

Emotion glazed his eyes, threatening to spill onto his cheeks. Aldous sucked in a breath to steady himself, swallowing through the lump in his throat. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

With a fierce nod, Roman leant back, and Aldous caught sight of what had been obscured—the still-healing bruise over his ribs. Vivian’s blank . It was nothing compared to the purple abomination they’d woken up to the morning after they’d retrieved Bri, but the yellowish hue was still enough to inject fear into his bloodstream.

“I saw you go down after you got shot.” The words abraded his throat. Whilst they were at the compound, Aldous had kept his feelings for Roman under wraps. Roman had assured him the men in Arturo’s crew weren’t homophobic, but he didn’t want to test it. Especially as he was married to Dante’s daughter. “I thought you were dead.”

“You ain’t getting rid of me that easy.”

“I was so fucking scared, Roman,” Aldous admitted, swallowing down the thick lump in his throat. “For you. For Bri. Those few minutes after you went down, when I thought you were dead and Bri’s life was up in the air. They were the worst minutes of my life—and I have had some shitty fucking minutes, Roman.”

“I know,” Roman whispered, leaning in and stroking his hair. “But it’s over. We’re all safe. And the Witch-king of Angmar is dead.”

He didn’t have a clue who or what that was. From context, he assumed Roman meant Vivian.

Aldous nodded, momentarily distracted by a sharp buzz over on the table. His lockscreen flashed up—a photo of the three of them on the sofa, bookended by Jasmine. “That’s probably Jensen.”

“Oooh, is he coming to the barbecue?”

Aldous stared at the screen long enough to unlock it before handing it over to Roman. “See for yourself.”

The excited grin that spread across Roman’s face almost melted him into a puddle of affection. “Jenny says they’re all coming.”

“Including Felix?”

Roman’s attention jumped from the phone to Aldous, his scarred eyebrow perking up. “The name I picked out for him is far superior.”

Snatching the phone from Roman’s grip, Aldous pulled him down onto the bed, grunting with satisfaction at finally having the man he loved beneath his fingertips. He touched his lips to the bruise on his ribs, forever grateful that Reina had loaded Vivian’s gun with blanks. “I’ve missed this,” he whispered, kissing his way up to Roman’s throat. Blood pulsed down to his cock, getting harder and harder at the feel of Roman’s body against his. “Being able to kiss you freely. Being able to touch you whenever I want. Whenever I need .”

“ Oh !”

Aldous glanced up at the feminine gasp, surprised to find Bri standing at the bottom of the bed, fresh from the shower. A mauve dressing gown was wrapped around her, her dark eyes full of banked heat he wanted to unleash.

“Well, that’s convenient timing.” Roman smirked, propping himself up on his elbows. “I was getting a bit peckish, but someone ordered a snack.”

Aldous had something else on his mind. “I hope you didn’t bother putting clothes on under there.”

Bri gave them a conspiratorial smirk. Slowly, she pulled the sash free, holding their anticipation as she peeled the lapels apart—to reveal acres of bare skin beneath. He didn’t know where to look first, swallowing his groan as he tried to take it all in at once. The delicious dip in her waist. Luscious breasts topped with dark nipples. Strong, supple thighs that he knew from experience fitted perfectly around his head.

He held out his hand, feeling his wedding ring around his finger. The gaudy wedding ring her mother had chosen for her. “Come here, love. There’s something I want to give you.”

Bri’s hand was delicate in his own. He pulled her towards them, aching for the feel of her body. He slid a palm over that curve in her waist, the one that would drive him to madness if he stared it at long enough. “Oh?” she breathed, her smile flirtatious.

Aldous raised an eyebrow. “Not like that . An actual gift.” He stood, making his way over to his sock drawer. It didn’t take long to find what he was looking for. “Hold out your hand,” he said softly, concealing the boxes in his grip.

Bri obeyed, a flicker of confusion crossing her brow as he deposited the smaller box in her palm. She flicked it open to reveal a plain silver wedding band, her lips parting as she gazed at it.

“I wanted you to have my ring, not just one selected for you by your mother.” Aldous swallowed, feeling his nerves rising to the surface. “What do you say? Will you marry me?”

Bri finally lifted her eyes to reveal they were glazed over with emotion. She nodded, her face crumpling with emotion as she pulled her old wedding ring off.

Aldous grinned, dipping his head to savour her lips in a leisurely embrace. “Have I ever told you how perfect you are?” he murmured, sliding her new wedding ring onto her finger and chucking the old one onto his chest of drawers.

Bri’s eyes fluttered in pleasure as Roman’s lips touched her neck. Her hand rasped against Aldous’s stubble, whilst the other stroked through his hair. “I could say the same about the two of you.”

“Glad to hear you remembered my presence,” Roman chuckled as he leant against the wall.

Aldous simply held out the second box, his gaze weighed down with tenderness. “You were never forgotten.”

Roman did a double-take, his features emptying in shock. “That’s for me?”

He nodded.

Cradling it like it was the most precious thing on earth, Roman nudged the little box open. A larger version of Bri’s ring sat inside, its shine reflecting Roman’s shock back at him.

“It’s not legal,” Aldous began with a shrug, trying to bury his nerves. “But we’re not complete without you, Roman—”

Roman crossed the distance between them in a blink of an eye. His lips were on Aldous’s in the next, equal parts ferocity and devotion. “You don’t have to explain,” he murmured, watching as Aldous slid the ring onto his finger. “What about you? Where’s yours?”

“I didn’t want to presume that you two would want me to wear one.”

Roman snorted. “Like fuck do we not want you to wear one.”

“I agree.” Bri’s tone brokered no argument. “We’re getting you one. When did you do this?”

“Whilst we were at the compound. It was the same day I stopped off at home to pick up some clothes.”

Bri’s expression lit up with amusement. “I thought you were gone for ages!”

Aldous ran his touch over the curve in her waist, pulling her closer and dropping kisses on her neck. “A man has to have some secrets. Now get on the bed, love.”

Roman’s hand disappeared briefly as he kicked his trousers off, his lips finding Bri’s as he guided her down onto the bed, ignorant of the apprehension swelling inside Aldous.

He knew what he wanted to ask of them. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before—technically. Even though being naked beneath the covers didn’t count. They hadn’t seen him then, only felt him.

And now Aldous knew what he was missing by insisting on fabric barriers between their bodies. He wanted to feel them both, to touch and be touched in equal measure.

“Will you take my clothes off too?” he asked quietly.

Twin expressions of surprise stared up at him, but then they morphed into something else. Pride, perhaps, or hope.

Roman, as usual, was the first to speak. “Me or Bri?”

“Either or both,” Aldous assured him, sitting on the bed. He didn’t blame Roman for being sceptical considering his past behaviour, not to mention his history. “I love you both .”

Roman’s hands went to the bottom of Aldous’s shirt. “I should hope so.”

It was difficult not to hold his breath. He could hear twin inhales as Roman pulled his shirt over his head. The network of scars covering his skin would be shocking at first.

“Aldous.” Bri’s choke tore from her throat, and his heart sank. He didn’t want to go over those memories. He didn’t want Bri’s sadness, or that murderous expression on Roman’s face.

Shaking his head, he pulled her towards him, exhaling in surprise as the warmth of her body met his. “Don’t be sad for me, love. I have the two of you, don’t I?”

“Always,” Bri answered, whilst Roman nodded.

“Good,” he smirked, drifting his touch lower. “Because I want you on my tongue once more.”

There was a hint of mischief in her dark eyes. “I could say the same thing.”

Aldous raised a challenging eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Only one of us has tasted you, husband. Tonight I intend to rectify that error.”

He let her push him back down onto the bed, watching her kneel between his thighs as arousal thrummed inside him, hardening his cock once more. Catching Roman’s eye, he smirked. “How could I say no to such a request?”

Aldous shifted backwards on the bed, watching Bri getting onto all fours. He could hear Roman thudding into a kneeling position on the floor, disappearing from view.

“Bend down a little, Bri.” Roman’s voice came. “My tongue, sadly, isn’t as long as my cock.”

Bri obeyed, her eyes fluttering closed as Roman’s disembodied voice hummed with pleasure. Her hands lingered at the waistband of Aldous’s trousers. “Can I pull these down?”

“I’m all yours.”

A muffled noise of displeasure came from behind Bri.

Aldous shared a smirk with Bri, watching her eyes widen as she pulled the waistband down to free his cock. His shoulders shook with exertion. The promise of her tongue on his shaft had him as hard as steel. “I’m half yours.”

“Even half of this cock would be enough,” she said, her breath ghosting over it.

Fuck. Salty droplets of arousal beaded at his tip. “I’d prefer if you left it in one piece.” His words ended in a grunt as her tongue travelled the length of his cock. She descended again, sliding the first couple of inches into her mouth. Aldous groaned, watching her cheeks hollow in as she sucked, taking him deeper and deeper each time. He felt the back of her throat closing around his dick as she damn near sucked his soul out.

She moaned and whimpered around his cock, her hands desperately clawing at his.

“You’re so good at this, love,” Aldous told her, grasping the base of his shaft to keep it steady for her. “Will you come for us?”

He felt Bri’s muffled confirmation on the tip of his cock. It was strained, and he could hazard a guess at why. Aldous had been on the receiving end of Roman’s sinfully talented tongue. He was all too familiar with how the wily bastard could empty a person of their thoughts.

He could hear her breaths coming faster and faster, until every inhale was accompanied by a strangled moan of its own. The strength of his love for her was almost frightening, rivalled only by his love for Roman.

Bri’s lashes fluttered—just before her eyes rolled back in her head. She screamed out her orgasm around his cock, her nails digging into his forearms in tight little waves.

Aldous couldn’t keep his eyes off her, drinking in every second of her pleasure. His hand found her jawline, holding her head up when it seemed she was unable to. “Perfection.” The word was barely audible as it crossed his lips.

When she lifted off his cock to take a long, shuddering breath, Aldous pulled her up into a seated position, draping her over his lap and locking her head beneath his chin. “You did so good, love.”

Roman rose off the floor, wiping the glistening sheen of her arousal from his lips.

“Let me do that for you,” Aldous offered, smirking.

Shooting him one in return, Roman crawled onto the bed and took his lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

Aldous groaned at the familiar taste lingering there, licking into his mouth to drink it in. “You two taste so fucking good together,” he snarled, nipping at Roman’s bottom lip.

“Mmm.” Roman hummed, his lips caressing Bri’s shoulder before making their way up her neck. “You okay, cutie?”

Bri’s sigh whistled over Aldous’s collarbone. “I just need to catch my breath.”

Roman nodded, his brows dipping as though in thought. “Can I take it away again?”

Aldous leant back on his hands, watching Bri hook her arm around Roman’s neck. Her weight on his lap lifted as Roman guided her down onto the bed, slotting between her legs.

“Because I think that can be arranged,” Roman murmured, notching his cock at her entrance and slowly sliding inside her.

A hushed moan escaped from Bri’s lips, her eyes rolling back in her head as Roman curled his hips into hers, the headboard knocking into the wall.

Aldous was glued to Roman’s movements. The muscles lining the length of his thighs. The twin dimples just above his rear. The darkened skin of his sac, jostling in time with his thrusts.

Fuck .

Aldous wanted to touch him, to feel him, to pleasure him.

His voice came out as a croak. “Roman.”

Sitting back on his haunches, Roman gave him an easy grin. “At your service.”

How the fuck was he supposed to ask for this? “About…about that tip.”

Roman’s eyes flared wider than he’d ever seen them, his lips parting in shock. Had he finally rendered the man speechless?

“Tip?” Bri asked, her cheeks darkening with exertion.

Roman’s nod was rapid with enthusiasm. “Fuck me,” he pleaded. “Fuck me whilst I fuck Bri.”

“ Oh. ” Bri struggled up onto her elbows, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Do I…do I need lube?” Aldous asked, looking to Roman for assistance. This wasn’t something he’d ever imagined himself doing.

Roman withdrew from Bri, guiding Aldous’s hand towards her glistening cunt. “I’m sure your wife would be happy to donate some.”

“Be my guest,” Bri said, her voice lifted with sensuality.

Aldous slid his fingers inside her, curving them to tease her just the way she liked. Sure, he was there with a purpose in mind—but there was no reason he couldn’t have a little fun as well.

The back of her head hit the covers, her breasts heaving the longer he played. “ Oh god , Aldous.” Bri fisted the covers around her head, rocking her hips towards him. She whined as he withdrew his touch, pouting in disappointment as Aldous slicked her arousal over his cock.

Roman bent down, claiming her lips in a kiss. He glided his cock back inside her, filling the void that Aldous had left.

Swallowing the thick lump in his throat, Aldous didn’t know where to begin. “How…how do I start?”

“Use your fingers to begin with, if you want,” Roman replied, widening his thighs as his slow thrusts into Bri shook the bed. “But it’s not my first rodeo, baby. You won’t hurt me.”

The thundering of his heart was a constant roar in his ears as he positioned himself behind Roman, tracing the seam of his sac before venturing up to his puckered rear entrance. Aldous’s exhale was a shaky mess, overwhelming desire locked in combat with a fervent need not to cause Roman pain.

“More, baby,” Roman groaned, pausing his thrusts into Bri. “You’re killing me here. Stop teasing me and give me your cock.”

Lining up his throbbing length, Aldous gave Roman what he wanted.

He hadn’t known what to expect. Not really. The tight ring of muscle at the entrance was the hardest to get through, but once he did?

Aldous let out a grunt of ecstasy, trying to catch his breath. His cock was screaming at him to move, to thrust, to bury himself inside the man he loved. “You’re so— fuck . You’re so tight.”

“All the way, baby. Aim downwards to hit my P-spot.”

Aldous obeyed, groaning out his pleasure as Roman clenched him tighter than a fist. His movements were gentle to start with, deepening with every thrust. His trousers had fallen to his knees, but the three of them had no secrets now. He could be himself with Bri and Roman. They were his home.

A sudden, guttural moan ripped from Roman’s throat, buried in Bri’s hair. “That’s it, right fucking there. Meet my thrusts, baby.”

Now Aldous had found his footing, Roman began to move, curling his hips into Bri before pulling back—right into Aldous’s waiting cock. He hooked a hand around Roman’s hips, angling every plunge to hit his P-spot. His prostate, presumably.

With his free hand, Aldous smoothed his touch over Roman’s back, feeling his muscles flexing with every movement, feeling the rumble of his moans. A pleasure-drenched Bri slid her hand around Roman’s neck, and Aldous took his chance, winding their fingers together.

They hit their stride, shifting in a rhythm he never wanted to end. Every stroke was visceral and instinctive and so very, very right. He could listen to the rapturous moans of Bri and Roman for an eternity, but his cock could only hold on for so long.

Aldous’s pace increased as his release approached. His grip on Roman’s hip was almost punishing, but his groans only got louder in response. Aldous drank them in in between incoherent snarls of pleasure, steaming warmth gathering at the base of his spine, until—

He came with a hoarse roar, violently shuddering as he released pulse after pulse of seed inside Roman. Dimly, he could hear an uptick in moans, a jumbled mess of deep- and high-pitched ones. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open, angling his diminishing thrusts where they were needed most.

“Christ.” Roman let his head hang between his shoulders before collapsing onto the bed, withdrawing from Bri and Aldous alike.

Smirking, Aldous caught Bri’s eye—before his focus moved downwards. Her legs were still spread, giving him a clear view of the thick, pale liquid beginning to leak from her.

Licking his lips, Aldous lowered himself to the glistening pleats of her cunt. He laid his tongue flat against her, collecting her arousal and Roman’s seed on his tongue before swallowing it down—and returning for more.

“Aldous!” Bri gasped when he teased her clit, exhaustion weighing down her eyelids. She placed a hand in his hair, brushing it off his forehead. “Again?”

The edge of Roman’s lips tipped upwards as he watched, pulling Bri in for a kiss.

Aldous rumbled out an affirmative noise as he delved his tongue inside her, hungrily lapping at the taste. “I already told you. The two of you taste fucking fantastic together. Again .”