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Late afternoon sunshine is hitting the blinds, turning the room warm and dusky with shadows. It’s still much too early to sleep, but splayed over Tamaki’s lap as you are, you’re getting drowsy while you both wait for Mirio.
Tamaki’s working on his phone, tapping away at the keyboard and looking mournful all the while. Despite his expression, you know that texting and emails are easier for him. He’s become so used to it, that he’s much more likely to send you cute little messages of affection throughout the day. Whereas Mirio likes to hit his bluetooth and converse no matter what else he might be doing. That dichotomy between them always has you smiling, even if- Well. Even if you’re not always sure how you fit in.
“Is something the matter?” Tamaki murmurs, glancing at you quickly before hiding his face back behind his phone. No matter how comfortable he is with you, or with Mirio, he still has trouble meeting anyone’s gaze. That he looks at your eyes at all, really, says how much he cares about you though.
“Hm?” You heard him clearly, and you’re not trying to make him repeat himself, but.. You feel guilty already, knowing he saw the wariness in your face.
“Your- you were smiling, and then you looked.. You look serious.” Tamaki breathes out slowly, trying not to let himself get caught up in worrying needlessly.
“I- Sometimes I wonder how we got here,” you say, rubbing softly at one eye before you focus on him. His eyebrows are furrowed, lips parted - but his eyes are still focused on the screen. He can order his thoughts a little more if no one pushes him for eye contact, and you know he’s listening, so you don’t feel slighted. Tamaki has always been good at listening to people’s problems - it’s just that not everyone realizes he has good advice to give too. “How I got here,” you correct yourself, feeling embarrassed warmth crawl up your throat.
Tamaki’s eyes widen behind his phone, and then he puts it carefully down. His hands are soft against the crown of your head and your cheek, and his expression is a little wistful as he traces one of your eyebrows with a slightly shaking finger. “Do you f-feel like you don’t belong?” And now Tamaki looks guilty, which is the absolute last thing you wanted.
“Tamaki,” you chastise, mouth open to continue- and then you close it, mulling over your words before you say something you don’t actually mean. “Not exactly. You and Mirio have alwaysmade me feel welcome. Even when you were nervous around me at first, it never felt like you were trying to exclude me, it’s nothing like that, okay?”
His eyes are on your mouth now, tracking the movements of your lips as you speak. “Good,” he says, with astounding decisiveness. It’s that hero tone of voice, the one that says you’ll be alright, I promise. The one people can’t help but believe. “But something is still bothering you.”
“So perceptive,” you tease, a smile tugging at your lips when his cheeks turn pink.
“Don’t try and, and distract me,” he mumbles, thumb stroking over your cheekbone. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Silly worries,” you say with a sigh, giving in. “About how I managed to insert myself into your lives. Two of the most prominent heroes of the generation, and I-”
Tamaki’s hands close around either side of your face, and he turns you until you’re looking up at him, eyes intent on yours. His nervousness has fled. “You aren’t some kind of parasite, inserting yourself into our lives. Mirio and I, both of us, wanted you here. We want you.” He takes a breath, realizing how intense he sounds, and then focuses his eyes on your chin. “I know with.. With my anxiety, it might- I might, make you feel unsure, or maybe-”
“No!” You declare, finally pushing yourself up out of his lap. You’re still pressed close to his side though, and you grab his hands, keeping a steady hold on him. “Tamaki, everything about you has always made me feel more than happy to be here, and the same with Mirio. Like I said, I’m only thinking about it all. Mirio is-”
“Brilliant,” Tamaki sighs. “I still don’t see why he-”
“Don’t go putting me on a pedestal here,” Mirio says, and both you and Tamaki startle, turning to watch him as he phases into the middle of the room from the wall.
He is utterly naked, hands on his hips, not even attempting to cover himself up.
“Did you lose-”
“Where are your-”
“Never mind that,” Mirio says with a laugh, running a hand through his hair and glancing down at his bare self before his eyes lift back to the both of you. “I’m more concerned with the two of you. It sounds like I walked in on something pretty serious, huh?”
Tamaki immediately turns red with guilt, and you can’t help the little embarrassed shrug you give him, trying to ignore his nakedness. You wouldn’t say anything more about the conversation you’d been having, but Tamaki will spill the beans if Mirio presses. It’s better to just admit to it, instead of making Tamaki burst with the mortification of potential lying.
“Wondering how I ended up being here with the two of you. It’s just that I’m so-”
“I don’t know how this came about either,” Tamaki insists, starting to gesture between the three of you before giving up and covering his face so he can talk into his palms. “Mirio has always been so- and you, too. The way you look at me, I don’t de-”
Mirio stops the self doubting spiral the both of you are on with a heavy sigh. “Stop. This is normal, you know? Everyone has moments like this. For example: You both see so much in me, and I appreciate it. But even I wonder if I really measure up to all that. I try. But it’s still a lot to live up to. Can we just agree that none of us are perfect?” He points to the both of you, and then jerks his thumb at his own chest, smile brightening. “I mean, we’re pretty close, but still. I’m with the both of you because I want to be, never mind how it all came about.” Mirio walks forward so he can kneel before the two of you, one hand on your knee and one hand on Tamaki’s.
Tamaki shudders, uncovering his face, and then makes a small little wheezing noise when he meets your gaze. “I wasn’t trying to make this about me,” he hurries to say, and then leans towards you, curling a hand in the bottom of your shirt. You know what he wants, that’s he’s trying to pull you close without being insistent, so you lean closer too, letting his arms slip around you. “I-I want to be with the both of you too. I don’t care about anything else, just-” His mouth is twisted with guilt, and he swallows before his head tilts so he can kiss you. Tamaki’s lips are parted, breathing in the taste of you, but he’s still hesitant, more willing to let you lead. He sighs when you kiss him back and shudders when you reach up to stroke at the point of his ear.
“Do either of you know what this does for me?” Mirio asks, and both of you pause, breaking the kiss. “Ah, I didn’t say stop,” he teases, reaching out to capture Tamaki’s chin and tilt him back in your direction. You smile, a little shy, but gently close your teeth around Tamaki’s bottom lip. Mirio is closer now, thighs and hips pressed against you, and you’re fairly sure that Tamaki notices his erection at the same time you do. He whines against your mouth, hand tight on your bicep, and then takes over the kiss willingly when you reach out for Mirio.
It’s hard to question how you ended up here, when the three of you have this. Mirio doesn’t mind helping things along, doesn’t mind speaking up first or putting a stop to something getting out of hand, but he’s always wanted it to be the three of you. He’d told you once that he doesn’t want to make decisions and have the both of you just follow along after him. He wants to build this relationship together.
Tamaki finally pulls away, just enough to move his mouth to your jaw, lips and teeth soft against your pulse. He’s left you a little breathless, lips spit-slick and kiss swollen, but you don’t mind. Mirio isn’t wearing a shirt for you to pull at, but he leans in when you urge him, hand cradling the back of your head as his tongue slips into your mouth. Mirio’s kisses are always messy, and a little noisy, but Tamaki likes that, if the sudden groan against your shoulder is anything to go by. One of his hands slips beneath your shirt, touch almost too soft as he strokes at your hip and then moves upwards. Without saying anything, Mirio starts to mirror him, touch more firm, and then they both have you gasping.
They do this sometimes, mirroring, moving in tandem, and it never fails to leave you breathless. They’ve been in each other’s pockets for so long, that it’s hard, sometimes, to think of one without the other. This is why, actually, you sometimes feel a little confused about your place here. They feel so complete-
“You feel so good,” Tamaki whispers against your throat, plucking at your nipple until it pebbles beneath his fingers. Mirio, in contrast, pulls, energetic and purposeful, where Tamaki is soft and sweet.
“You fit,” Mirio says, pulling away from your lips to breathe the words against your ear. “Between us, you fit. Can’t you see it? Can’t you feel it?” They’re too good at this too. Making you dizzy with the attention, leaving your chest heaving and arousal pulsing through your veins. Mirio presses a kiss to your shoulder, smile sunshine-bright even though his hair is mussed and he looks well-fucked already. God, these two.
“I think,” you say, feeling a little daring as you slowly push Mirio back to the floor. He goes more than willingly, grinning up at you. but Tamaki is still clinging to your hips as you stand and pull off your shirt. “I think I’ve been neglecting the both of you.” You breathe in a little sharply as Tamaki nips at the flesh of your hip. His hands are steady on your trousers, undoing the buttons and helping you to step out of them. Tamaki stands, and Mirio looks past you, some unspoken communication between them flying right over your head, though Tamaki starts moving about, and Mirio never stops smiling.
“How do you want us then?” Mirio asks, stretching his arms out, and then crossing them behind his head. He flexes, the brat, showing off for both of his lovers, and winks at you when Tamaki laughs at his demeanor.
Fuck, that question has you aching. There are a million ways you’ve yet to have them, and tried favorites to fall back on- it’s always hard to choose. You try and hide how eager you feel with an eye roll, kneeling between Mirio’s obligingly spread thighs.
“So impatient, Mirio,” you tease, starting at his knees and stroking firmly upwards. Tamaki would shiver and jerk under your touch, but Mirio stays still, breath even and deep, eyes locked on the meandering path you trace up his body.
Tamaki kneels behind you, as naked as you and Mirio are now, and his hands curl around your hips. Not holding, or controlling, just touching, just being part of this. Having Tamaki between you and Mirio is always a delight - but you don’t think Tamaki is quite in the mood for being overstimulated. As well as Tamaki and Mirio work together, you and Mirio are more than talented enough to leave Tamaki a blushing, desperate mess.
“I think you’re having trouble deciding,” Mirio teases back, and again he lifts his head to meet Tamaki’s gaze over your shoulder. “So unless you have any objections-” Mirio starts, and his eyes are dark, focused on Tamaki, who is, very gently, curling his fingers around the back of your neck.
Tamaki leans his cheek against the top of your head. “I want to see his cock in your mouth,” he sighs, breathing in the scent of your hair. You know, even without looking, that his eyes must be closed. He would have gone to pieces, having to say that with either of you staring him in the face. He shuffles a little closer behind you, and you can’t help the shuddering breath that escapes you when you feel Tamaki’s erection against your ass. “D-does that sound good?” His fingers twitch, just the slightest bit, until you breathe out a:
“Yes, please.”
Tamaki and Mirio both groan, and then Tamaki is increasing the pressure on the back of your neck until you’re leaning down, cheek resting against Mirio’s hip.
“Open your mouth,” Tamaki gets out, and then he’s muttering too softly underneath his breath for you to hear. Probably in embarrassment, even though you know he’s watching, eyes wide and cheeks red, all while you part your lips and Mirio takes his thick cock in hand.
“Hmm. You know what I want to see?” Mirio asks, pressing the head of his cock softly against your lips. He taps it against your mouth, twice, and tension is starting to build up in his frame. Mirio acts so jovial and easy-going, but he wants this, the solid reassurance and physical closeness, as much as Tamaki does.
“What?” You have time to ask, just before Mirio pushes his cock into your mouth. He’s not slow, but he’s not forceful either, and the first brush of your tongue has him sighing.
“I want to watch Tamaki fucking you,” he decides, smirking when Tamaki makes a choked noise. “Why are you choking?” Mirio asks him with a small, rough laugh. “You’re not the one with a full mouth.”
“When you say things like that-” Tamaki starts, but his hand is reaching between your legs, fingers slow and careful as he strokes you.
“You like when I say things like that,” Mirio accuses, hand soft on the back of your head. He’s not pushing, just stroking his fingers over your hair. “All I have to do is tell you exactly what I want to watch you do to-”
“Mirio,” Tamaki gasps, and then hides his blushing face against your spine. His hand doesn’t stop moving between your legs though, and his cock is hard against the back of your thigh.
“Y’see?” Mirio directs your way, and then loses his breath when you suck, hard, in retaliation for his teasing. “Ah, you- you bothlike it,” Mirio gasps, rolling his hips a little when you suck again. “I like it. The looks on both your faces, the way- the way you both-” He cuts off when the suction gets to be too much for him, eyes closed tight.
“‘S what you get for teasing,” Tamaki says, tilting his head, probably so he can watch Mirio’s jaw go slack the longer you suck. The sight makes him shudder against you, breath warm on your back as he fumbles with something, and then his fingers are slick, and warm, and pushing into you.
It’s hard, trying to concentrate, but you know you won’t get Mirio off this way - he’s a rhythm kind of guy. The look of hazy pleasure on his face is worth taking your time though. His eyes flutter open. “You going to use your mouth?” Mirio asks, and for a moment you’re confused, because you are using your mouth, thanks. Tamaki’s hand stills inside you though, as he considers the thought, cock throbbing.
You make a questioning noise, curling your tongue around the head of Mirio’s cock, but even muffled as it is, Tamaki knows what you’re asking. The vibration of the noise has the added benefit of making Mirio curse as he tries not to buck up into your mouth.
“Not.. Not right now,” Tamaki mutters, and turns his face back to your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your spine in apology. His fingers scissor, soft and slow, and then curl, and you hum around the cock in your mouth, enjoying the feeling.
“Are you trying to kill me here?” Mirio jokes, propping himself up on his elbows so he can watch. He’s losing his composure, with his flushed cheeks and his eyes, grown dark with the way they’re focused on your mouth. “Trying to tag me out so I have to watch?” He’s still smiling, but his mouth is open now, and his breath is coming harder, and- Tamaki removes his fingers from you and puts a hand on either hip.
You moan around Mirio’s cock, loud and wanton, and your fingers dig into the floor when Tamaki thrusts into you. This fucking angle- Tamaki always seems to hit it perfectly, and the way he wiggles his hips? Just to be sure he’s as deep as can be? You’re having trouble doing much more than than holding Mirio in your mouth, making noise.
“Oh, fuck- how am I supposed to- to make any claims about stamina when you two wreck me this way?” Mirio asks, eyes heavy lidded and shoulders lined with tension. “Lift your hips,” he pleads with you, and then Tamaki is muttering under his breath, fingertips twitching in the hold he has on you. You do your best to arch, to give Mirio a better view, but the motion just makes Tamaki whimper.
“Tight,” he gasps, and thrusts instinctively. The motion pushes you forward, but Mirio catches your shoulder before you choke on him, and that spurs you back into action.
You can barely remember the word doubt, caught between them as you are. Everything feels exactly right, the way they build up their pace. Tamaki thrusts, and Mirio’s thighs clench before he pushes against your shoulder, rocking you back into Tamaki as he starts to pull out, and all you have to do is keep balance and suck and try not to let your eyes fall closed because-
“Ah, I’m going to-” Mirio’s face is flushed, and his hand is starting to shake where he’s gripping your shoulder. Tamaki makes another choked noise, speeding up, hands tight around your hips.
“Where?” Tamaki asks, almost breathless.
Mirio curses and reaches down to squeeze the base of his cock, to stifle his orgasm, just for a moment. It doesn’t seem to help him much though, not when your head bobs and your lips brush against his knuckles.
“Mouth or, or back?” Mirio asks hurriedly, and his knuckles are turning pale with the way he’s gripping himself.
You’re not sure what you’re going to say, but you pull off of Mirio with a wet pop and then all you can do is lay your head on his thigh. “O-ah, fuck, fuck, Tamaki, I’m-” You come, sooner than you’d thought, hands curling into fists against the floor, moaning wordlessly against Mirio’s thigh. Mirio echoes you, angling himself and stroking furiously, and then there’s a warm splatter over your shoulder, while Tamaki is still gasping behind you.
“Close,” Tamaki says, and then his knee nudges yours, spreading your legs just a little wider apart, and you shudder. It’s that angle, and the length of him, and the way he clings to you, and then he’s letting go of your hip to reach over you and he’s tangling his fingers with Mirio’s- “Coming, I’m coming, you feel so good,” he whispers, voice rough as his hips slap against your thighs. Tamaki doesn’t slow when he’s finished though, he just stops, his breathing ragged.
“Feeling better?” Mirio asks, stroking a hand over your cheek and smiling at you tiredly. He’d just gotten off shift, you recall. You open your mouth to respond, but Tamaki pulls out and you have to pause to gasp, body adjusting to the loss of him. He squeezes your hip again, once, and then gets up on unsteady feet to go get something to clean up with.
“Yeah,” you finally get out, slowly lowering your body the rest of the way to the floor. “You? Tamaki?” You ask, letting your eyes drift closed, just enjoying the warmth of his thigh under your cheek.
“As long as we’re together,” Tamaki says, voice taking on that decisive tone again, “I’m happy.”
“Yeah,” both you and Mirio say in unison, and the three of you start laughing.