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. . .
The nine to five schedule was drab. Louis woke up every week day at seven, got dressed, packed all of his office necessities, then proceeded to load them into his car.
On Mondays, Zayn was already dressed and sitting at the dining table, chewing on dry cereal and sipping a glass of orange juice.
And lovely Harry was in the kitchen, packing lunch for his boyfriends.
Zayn was always out first, shucked his coat on at the door and left the house. He was distracted in the morning, never felt like he got enough rest the previous night. Harry would chase him down the driveway to give him his lunch, panting heavily as he reached the car. Zayn would apologize and thank him, lean out the window to kiss him sweetly before waving his final goodbyes.
As for breakfast, Louis was always running late and often skipped the most important meal (much to Harry's displeasure). He would scurry into the kitchen at the last possible second, keys jangling in his left hand as he traded a kiss for his packed lunch.
Harry would watch him leave from the window in their living room, a deep pout in his lower lip as his men left him for a long day.
Then Harry would eat his own breakfast in the sunroom, silence engulfing the home as a comfortable reminder.
Harry would hum as he did the dishes, scrub his pretty hands raw on stained pots and pans the dishwasher hadn't stood a chance against.
After he cleaned the kitchen, he would head back into their bedroom to fold some laundry, hang up some of the new clothes they'd bought on Saturday.
He obviously got a bit distracted, being all alone, left to his own devices amongst a pile of new clothes and all these outfits yet to be concocted.
So a good hour later Harry was still trying things on, looking at his body in the full length mirror they had mounted on the back of the wardrobe door.
He tried on his new pair of jeans, turned around and admired the way they hugged his frame. They made his legs look really good, he thought.
And Harry didn't spend that much time focusing on his body. He tried not to, anyway. But he was always very self aware.
Louis sometimes teased Harry about being a health freak, but he just wanted to take care of himself, is all. He cooked wholesome meals, checked the nutrition facts on everything in the grocery store before purchasing. He went for a jog around the block everyday while they were out. He also visited the gym a few times a week, sometimes convinced Zayn to come with him. It was just important to him. He wanted to stay around as long as possible; make the most out of his years on Earth.
In the gym he didn't always do squats and lunges. He tried not to focus on the long term result of the way his body would become, but it was certainly a motivation.
He did like to keep his body a particular way, and couldn't deny he liked the attention his men gave him for it. He knew they would always love him unconditionally no matter what he looked like. Louis and Zayn told him he was beautiful first, and the six pack came after.
It definitely made their sex life hotter. Harry was flexible, could support his own weight for long periods of time and the burn in his muscles was always something he looked forward to. Harry loved feeling worn out after sex, and so it pushed him to try new things, venture out onto uncharted terrain just to seek out the invigorating unknown, the thrill of uncertainty. It got him hot. So what?
Harry had two big hands on his toned behind, feeling the flesh through his new jeans when his cell phone rang.
He plopped down on their king sized mattress amidst the several piles of his new clothing, quickly snatched his phone from its charger on the night table.
He saw that it was his mother, a bubble of joy erupting from his chest as he answered the call.
"Hey, Mum," Harry smiled, waiting to hear her sweet, gentle voice.
"Hello, Dear." Anne said into the speaker.
"I was meaning to call you," Harry said, pulling at his bottom lip.
"I'm sure you were. Both of us are home all day on Mondays and I'm the one who has to track you down," the woman teased him, playing the victim as always.
"Mummy, no. I really was going to call. You know how lonely I get during the day," Harry frowned, though he knew she was only joking.
"I know, just teasing, Baby," she chuckled, sounded like water was running in the background.
Harry knew his mother was always working around their house. Growing up it was a pattern he noticed. Even if nothing was dirty she was still cleaning.
It was most definitely where he got the innate need to always have his hands moving, resolving imbalance, fixing something that was broken or neatening the chaos of their home.
"Are you washing dishes?" Harry asked, laying his back flat against the bed.
"Peeling cucumbers actually," Harry could see her smile behind his eyelids.
It had been a while since he'd visited. He missed his mother some days, longed for her advice and her gentle laughter and soft touch. Harry couldn't imagine what it would be like if he didn't have her.
"Miss you," he notified her, voice low and sincere.
"I miss you too, Sweetheart," she said.
Harry sighed. Moving out had been strange. He had only been seventeen at the time, young and head over heels for two handsome boys who were ready to venture out, and earn a place for themselves in the world.
Harry was just hopeful, and although sad to have to leave his mother and family, realized that the day would have to come eventually. If not painful then, painful later. It was less painful now, though. It sort of felt like a dull ache these days. Harry was used to it.
"So," she started, some rattling audible. Harry listened.
"... how are the husbands?"
"Mum," Harry blushed, groaning into the phone. "They aren't my husbands,"
"Practically are, anyway. Fine, then. How are your boyfriends?" Anne rephrased.
"They're good. Fine." Harry replied, thinking. They were doing alright. Everyone was healthy and happy. Bills were being paid every months and needs were being met. Harry couldn't complain.
"And how are you?"
Harry exhaled, playing his hand through the mess of curls splayed across his forehead.
"... I'm good. They're taking care of me. I'm taking care of them. Nothing is wrong at all. We're all healthy and happy," Harry pondered.
"But ..." Anne suggested, as always, knowing her son better than he even knew himself.
"'But' what?" Harry asked, seemingly oblivious.
"What's on your mind?" his mum asked, with a heavy sigh.
Harry sucked at his teeth, fascinated at how she always seemed to know. It wasn't fair.
"...I want them to be my husbands," Harry muttered.
It had been that way for awhile, now. Anne knew. Harry had talked to her before, that Saturday afternoon the three came back from ordering their rings. Harry had asked her what she thought of his idea and as always, she supported him.
"I know you do, Baby Boy," she murmured, kindly. Harry turned onto his side.
"I just, nothing too major, you know? Considering the way we live now. I just worry that Louis and Zayn think the promise rings are enough." Harry said, concernedly.
"Well, you know they might not want to get married, Harry,"
"But I want to get married," Harry whined.
Anne laughed lightly, considerate of his genuine feelings.
"I only mean like, a wedding. Or something. I know we can't actually get married," Harry grumbled, picking at a long strand of his hair.
"Thats's what I mean, Sweetie. Have you asked them? They might not want to have a ceremony," she sensibly said. Harry sighed theatrically.
"No, Mum. I'd like to think I don't have to. It's what you do when you're in love. You have a wedding. You commit yourselves to each other," Harry mumbled against the sheets. He really hoped Zayn and Louis weren't content with an unspoken understanding.
This was so serious to him. Their relationship was it. It sealed the deal. Harry wanted to know for sure that there wasn't anything holding them back. That all three of them felt the same searing passion.
"Why don't you sit down and discuss it? You have to communicate. You know they love you and I'm sure they'll understand if you just talk,"
"I don't know," Harry breathed.
"But you have to take into consideration the factors that could be hindering them," his mother wisely reminded him.
Which, Harry also knew. The fact that Zayn and Louis were both very hesitant to talk about their families was a great obstruction. Harry knew the kind of wedding he wanted; with friends relatives. He wanted to share his love with the world. Harry wasn't ashamed.
But sadly, that wasn't universal in their home.
Harry had heard Zayn lie before. Harry had laid beside his naked body in their bed, still bathed in the afterglow while he spoke on the phone with his father, promised him he was alone.
He had heard Louis cry before. Harry never brought it up when he was in the worst fits of rage, just listened from a safe distance in the kitchen as the oldest man locked himself in his office to be alone.
Harry felt sick to his stomach just thinking about it; the pain their own families put them through (some without even realizing). It hurt all of them, mutually. Harry just wished there was something he could to do.
Because they were his men. Zayn and Louis weren't perfect, but they were his. Harry loved them so much it hurt. It was absolutely agonizing that their love was frowned upon in society.
Harry wanted nothing more than to change that.
"Yeah." Harry agreed. "I know,"
. . .
The week went on and Harry tried his best to top thinking about it. He knew how badly he wanted to be tied down. It was one need that wasn't being met. It was his desire, but he didn't speak up. He wasn't exactly sure how to.
It was Saturday again.
And they still hadn't talked about it yet. Harry knew how hard it would be to get their attention and to hold it, especially on such a sensitive topic.
So Harry was postponing it. For multifarious reasons. He was afraid of the response he might receive if he asked. He was almost certain they would tell him no.
It was like how Harry wanted children. Sure he was twenty-one, still relatively young. But he wanted it so badly. And Louis just denied him that wish.
Harry wasn't used to being told no. Usually Zayn and Lou would do anything to please the youngest.
Honestly, though, Harry could take no for an answer if he needed to. He just really wanted their answer to be yes. He decided to just keep his mouth shut about it.
Because, well. They loved him. And Harry loved them. It was something, as a triple, they would get around to eventually, but it wasn't something he needed to press. He was very aware of their thoughts and feelings and knew how hard it would be for them to talk about it. Maybe one day his wish would come true, but for now, Harry had to learn to take a step back and calm down. The world didn't just revolve around him (though it often seemed like that because they treated him like the Prince of the house and Harry hoped that much never changed as long as he lived).
When Harry came out of the shower that Saturday morning Louis and Zayn were laid in bed, talking.
Zayn had his head nestled in the crook of Louis's neck, hand stroking down the center of his steadily rising chest.
After admiring their beauty from the doorway, Harry joined them easily. He climbed onto the bed, sat down on criss-crossed legs in front of them not to jostle their comfortable placement.
"Whatcha talking 'bout?" Harry asked curiously, desperate to be included in their conversation.
"Nothing, just... tonight," Louis said, nonchalantly. Harry frowned, a shy smile playing at his lips. He knew what that meant, in a way.
"What about tonight?" Harry asked, as if they were talking about something mundane, like, the weather.
"Lou has a suggestion," Zayn was quick to say, his voice muffled against Louis's neck. Louis just smiled, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips. The oldest man endearingly rubbed his flat hand over Zayn's shoulder blades, calming him.
"What?" Harry asked, feeling left out as he glanced between the two. They were always like this.
"I was just thinking... it's been a while since we tried it. I don't know. If you don't want to then-"
"Try what?" Harry impatiently asked, confused and concerned and just fuming.
Zayn sighed, hid further into Louis's embrace. Harry sort of knew what they were referring to. He wasn't a very big fan of it since the last time they tried it.
Louis swallowed, with his opposite hand combing through his limp fringe he parted his lips to speak.
"We want to try... well, I want us to try to double penetrate you," Louis said gently, his hand falling to his side.
Harry gulped. And there wasn't anything wrong with that. Honest. Harry had seen porn and knew for sure it was possible, just. He wasn't sure it was possible for them.
They had tried to a few times before, but they couldn't quite figure it out. Harry always got so nervous about it and his body wasn't relaxed enough to take them both. He got really tense and, dare he say it- scared. It was scary.
But just like Harry had needs, Louis and Zayn also had things that they wanted to do and try in bed. It was only fair that Harry indulge in them as well. He loved them and would do anything to please them. Physically, though. Harry wasn't too confident he could follow through.
"Oh, okay," Harry nodded, as if he was all for it (he wasn't).
"You don't have to, baby. You can say no if you don't feel like it or," Louis trailed, raising his eyebrows at Harry. His smaller hand reached out and connected with Harry's big bear paw.
Harry shook his head quickly. "No, I want to. 'Want to do that. For you," Harry looked at his men through eyes of love. He didn't think about the fear, or anxiety he would feel all day just pondering what was to come. He chose to see the two men he loved and trusted more than enough to let them try anything.
"But you know the rules," Zayn sat upright as soon as Harry flipped his hand to hold Louis's. Harry looked at his boyfriend.
"If something is too much for you, you can always stop us, okay? Even if we're not exactly... ourselves. You can always tell us to stop." Zayn insisted, threading some fingers through Harry's hair.
Harry hummed in understanding. Louis made a noise of disapproval, piping up as well.
"... and don't feel like you can't say anything because you don't want to disappoint us or something. We love you." Louis said, seriously with a squeeze to Harry's hand. Harry blushed.
"... and we'll still love you if you word out," Zayn finished for him, thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind Harrys's ear. Harry keened, back to squirming under their undivided attention.
"Got that?" Louis asked, inching closer to him. Harry nodded, staring at the fond glimmer in the iris of Zayn's eye.
"Can we hear a sentence baby?" Louis murmured as he cradled Harry's hand, pressing his lips to the back of it.
"Yeah, I got it," Harry smiled, dopily. Zayn chuckled lightly, thinking he was the cutest thing to ever exist. Louis probably felt the same. And that was why Harry loved them so much.
. . .
When the sun had set and the lights to the house flicked off, Louis and Zayn guided Harry into their master bedroom once again.
Harry always got like this before they tried something risky; he clammed up. He wanted to take another shower, said he wanted to relax and mentally prepare himself. (maybe, a bit of stalling)
But Louis insisted that they have a bath together. They had a nice big jacuzzi sized tub in their bathroom, separate from their shower. They often climbed in there together on Saturday evenings as part of the aftercare to a particularly intense scene, or just when work stress and life in general was just about enough to have them pulling their hair out at the roots.
Harry sat between Louis and Zayn, let his older men wash his body for him.
It was the most relaxing thing Harry could look forward to at the end of a long week; nights the they waded in the warm water until their skin pruned and the water turned to ice.
Harry let his back melt into Zayn's front as Louis's attentive hands lathered shampoo through his locks.
He exhaled, let his eyes drift shut. Harry knew it was so important to stay in the right headspace tonight. He had to have a pure mindset, open, relaxed-calm. He had to stay calm tonight. What they were going to do wasn't necessarily easy. It wasn't something Harry could walk into unprepared for or expect to be able to handle on his own.
He had to let go.
He had to hand over all the control he had and just trust Louis and trust Zayn that they would always take care of him and make him feel good no matter what. They loved him more than words could express and if Harry couldn't believe it enough to trust, he wasn't sure how tonight would play out.
Zayn hummed a familiar tune, pressed a reassuring kiss to Harry's temple while Louis laved his chest, twisting the bath flannel to rid it of water.
Harry kept his eyes closed and tried his very best to stay pliant. It was his favorite place- to be plastered between the two men. And Harry was sure it wouldn't take much to get him to comply.
They stayed in the bath awhile, Louis pressing little kisses from Harry's ankle to his knee and Zayn massaging his steady hands into Harry's tense shoulders. Harry knew he was so lucky and often felt like his heart would burst.
"Love you," Zayn told him, as Louis stepped out of the tub to retrieve a fresh towel for Harry from the counter top.
"... Love you," Harry turned slightly, catching a glimpse of Zayn's sincerity.
Harry knew that the older men did acknowledge the fact that it was a challenge. It was something Zayn had never been too sure about either. Zayn never wanted to hurt Harry.
Harry knew it could be amazing if they got it to work. He knew Louis was driven by how much Harry would love it if they finally figured out how to conduct it properly.
Because Louis was thick and Zayn was long and Harry was small. It was a tight fit, for sure. That was part of the reason they hadn't yet mastered the art.
. . .
Harry sat on the edge of the bed, his palms resting flat on his knees. He tilted his head back slightly, chasing the feeling of Zayn's lips against his neck.
Zayn knelt behind him, ran both hands down Harry's sides to effectively distract him from the movements Louis made across the room.
The eldest man dug through their dresser, retrieved the essentials they would need for tonight. Harry watched him with wide, glazed eyes as he moved his right hand back, let it slide down Zayn's spine to draw his front even closer to his back.
Harry wanted him closer. He was already blushing hotly from his neck all the way down his chest. He felt the heat of Zayn's arousal pressing to his lower back, teasing him. He just couldn't help himself from wanting so much more.
Harry expelled a heavy breath, let his head fall back on Zayn's shoulder as his lips continued to glide over his shoulder blades, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into his nipples.
"You look gorgeous, baby," Louis said as he neared the bed, both lube and condoms in hand.
He rested them on the mattress before he leaned down, just slightly so he could catch Harry's plump red lips between his own.
Harry gazed up at him, eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to wrap his cloudy mind around his surroundings.
"Beautiful," Louis breathed, kissing him again, harder. Harry felt Louis's tongue slip between his lips, pressing in slow, but insistent. It was pure, sweet. Harry couldn't catch his breath fast enough when Louis retracted.
Louis then turned his attention to the wet love bites littering Harry's neck, smiled devilishly when Zayn's eyes met his.
Harry whined, tossing his head back when Louis wrapped his fingers around the base of his hard cock. Louis slowly stroked him, let his wrist glide up and down and his thumb toy with the sensitive head as he sat down on the bed beside them.
Harry groaned softly, his eyes flitting shut in pleasure. It was always slow, sensual at first. Louis's hand barely moved, but it was just enough to start to rile Harry up to the point of submission. He would definitely need to stay in that headspace tonight if they were to be successful. He had to stay calm, and relaxed.
Harry exhaled at the feeling, the way his cock tingled as a drop of precome pearled at the head. He focused on the feeling as Zayn's hands rubbed his sides.
Harry was brought back to the sound of kissing, cracked one eye open to see the way Louis and Zayn's tongues collided before their lips met in the filthiest way. Harry whimpered at the sight, another glob of precome seeping from his tip.
Harry watched them kiss, felt his chest tighten with love for the two men beside him. He slipped his hand up Louis's side, carefully smoothing down his warm skin to try and get some of his attention.
"Daddy," Harry whined, his cheeks burning as the hand firmly gripping his heavy cock ceased all movement.
"Hm?" Louis hummed, bleary eyed and red lipped as he pulled away from Zayn. Zayn resumed kissing his neck, refocusing his attention on Harry.
Harry didn't reply, just gasped as Louis's wrist began the same motions again. His fingers tightened around Harrys girth, his palm roughly circling the head on its way back down.
"Feels good?" Louis asked, his hand moving slightly faster now that Harry was shivering again.
Harry's brow furrowed as he tried to keep himself from floating away, but it was no use. Louis had clear intentions tonight and there was nothing Harry could do to mentally prepare himself for it.
"Yeah," he inhaled, as Zayn's teeth grazed the soft skin just behind his ear.
"Gonna come?" Louis asked him, over the constant sound of Harry's erratic breathing.
"Oh - yeah," Harry nodded sloppily, his thighs parting even wider out of anticipation.
"Move back a bit, babe," Louis whispered to Zayn, which he did. Harry felt his body being shifted, moved so that he sat between Zayn's legs as the older man positioned himself up against the headboard. Louis directed him, only took his hand off of Harry for a brief moment before he continued to bring him off.
"Daddy - uh," Harry gasped louder, even breathier. Zayn's fingers pinched and pulled at the swollen buds on Harry's chest as Louis's hand worked Harry towards his peak.
He leaned back against Zayn's chest, felt the warmth of the two bodies all around him as Louis touched him. Harry's thighs quivered as he was brought even closer. Louis's dry hand gave him quick, rough strokes-borderline painful. Harry couldn't understand why he was attaining so much pleasure from it.
"So pretty, Love. Just look at you," Louis spoke reverently, his hand slowing, as Harry's back arched. He was no doubt red in the cheeks. This attention made him feel even more breathless.
He gasped, high and pretty as Louis jerked his hand down and back up, twisting his wrist before going again. Louis was pulling him off as meticulously and as painstakingly as physically possible, Harry was sure of it.
"Like it when I touch you there?" Louis breathed hotly against the shell of his ear, his thumb pressing hard into the sensitive head of Harry's cock.
"Oh- Daddy," Harry begged, losing his breath. Zayn shushed his wrecked whimpers, calming, while Louis continued to torture him.
"What about there? Hm? You like that?" Louis rhetorically asked, his other hand gently tugging at his balls, rolling them between his palm and his fingers.
Harry was too far gone to answer anyway.
Louis's tongue then pried Harry's stammering lips apart, licking out the roof of his mouth and stealing all of those desperate sounds.
"So sweet," Louis said, admiring their swapped saliva pooling on Harry's bottom lip.
"Daddy... Make me come," Harry pleaded, his back arching in Zayn's arms. He was already so sweaty, so fragile; relying on his lovers for his every need.
"What's the magic word?" Louis asked, a fond smile creeping up the corners of his mouth. Harry just looked at him for a brief moment, struggling to process what he'd just said.
"Please, please- make me come, please," Harry tried again, desperate. His whole body trembled as Louis started to properly tug him off, giving his dick the firm, smooth strokes he knew would make Harry crumble.
Harry just bit his lower lip, gripping Zayn's knee as the two men touched his body, kissing and tasting his heated skin; toying and playing with his most sensitive places.
"Come for us, baby. Always look so sexy when you come," Zayn edged him on, his hands soothing over his bruised nipples.
Harry's breaths got faster, more out of control. He groaned, felt himself start to drown in the pleasure he felt from all around him.
Louis's hand flew over his wet cock, the head shiny and drooling precome all down his shaft and over Louis's wrist.
"Come, Darling. Know you want to." Louis encouraged, as
Harry's body began to quake. He gasped high in the back of his throat one last time before his orgasm flooded his senses. His eyes squeezed shut and his lips fell open. His breaths came out choppy, and delayed.
"O-oh," Harry squeaked as his hips rocked up into Louis's fist. He came in short, slow pulses, the warm wetness of his release trailing down Louis hand.
Louis smeared Harry's come over his spent cock, kept gliding his hand up and down even after Harry cried out and recoiled away from his touch.
"Shh, baby," Louis told him, soothing a hand over his taut stomach.
"Daddy," Harry whimpered, seeking refuge in Zayn's arms instead. But Zayn only held him steady, made sure he was being still, being good for Louis.
"Daddy wants you to stay hard, baby." the older man calmly said, his hand moving until Harry was indeed aching hard again. But it burned. Harry felt like fire was coursing through his erection. It was too much too soon on his sensitive skin.
"Hurts, Daddy," Harry sighed, blearily, finally (reluctantly) accepting it. He left all his trust in Louis and Zayn. As always.
"I know, baby. You're being so good for us," Louis assured him.
"So good," Zayn repeated, hands gliding down his torso to rest on his hips.
Harry just breathed. That's all he could do as his body was nudged further back.
Louis was spreading his legs while Zayn stabilizing him at the hips. Then Louis moved his hands from him completely.
He closed his eyes and complied with, let his body relax into the chest of his older boyfriend.
He felt the bed shift and dip with Louis's movements. He kept his eyes closed and focused on evening his breaths. He didn't want to get too worked up before they even got started.
He heard the snap of the lube opening, and he felt his heart jump.
Harry always got really jumpy when they tried to double penetrate him. He wasn't confident with the whole thing. He felt nervous, his hands clammy and his tummy turning because of what they were about to do to him.
Harry whined at the feeling of the cold lubricant on his rim, his toes flexing as he adjusted.
"Calm down, Angel," Louis told him, with a kiss to his knee.
Zayn shifted about beneath him, making sure there were enough pillows to support them and that Harry felt comfortable the way he was.
"'M good. Fine," Harry slurred, his body rising and falling with every breath.
He tried not to lie when they did this. It was so important to Harry that he please his men, but he knew he would lose their trust if he lied in order to appease them. It wouldn't be fair.
"You sure?" Zayn asked, the sharpness of his stubble scraping against the nape of Harry's neck in a safe, familiar way.
"Yes," Harry answered, his whole body trembling as Louis slid a finger into him.
"How's that feel?" Louis asked. Harry listened to his voice, tried to let the soft tone soothe his anxiousness.
"Good,"
Harry tilted his hips up, trying to get Louis to touch that sensitive place deep inside of him. He wouldn't have to worry about that in a moment, though. Once they were both snug inside of him there was no way they wouldn't be able to hit his prostate.
Harry felt his lungs expand at the thought of being so full. He let his head fall limply against Zayn's shoulder, groaning as Louis pushed two fingers into his tight hole.
"So tight, Love," Louis noted, kissing up Harry's thigh as his fingers thrusted in and out.
Harry exhaled, a cool breathe leaving his over-exerted lungs. He tried to concentrate solely on the feeling of Louis's skilled fingers inside of him, especially when he crooked them up, rubbed them over his spot while he writhed in Zayn's hold.
"Calm down, baby," Zayn whispered to him, well aware of the dizzy spells Harry often had on nights like these.
Harry would go so deep into his headspace that he wouldn't be able to come back out. He'd start breathing so quickly, desperately crying out for someone to help him. He got himself so worked up and he didn't even realize it. It wasn't something Louis or Zayn knew how to deal with so they tried their best to always whisper encouragements to Harry, kiss him and touch him gently to he'd never drift that far away from them.
"Need to breathe," Zayn told him seriously, coming out of his own headspace to make sure Harry stayed in his. It was so important and Zayn clearly loved him so much.
Harry turned his head to look at the older man, nodded to show his understanding. Their eyes met and Zayn leaned in to kiss him, hand coming up to grace his flushed cheek.
"Love you so much," Zayn sighed, thumb stroking his overheated skin.
Harry hummed as Louis pushed four fingers into him, wincing slightly.
"Oh," Harry frowned, burying his face in Zayn's neck.
"Be gentle, Lou," Zayn said, concernedly. Louis glanced up at the other man, but Harry closed his eyes already so he didn't see their exchange.
Louis was very gentle after that, scissored his fingers slowly, lips tracing over Harry's skin to take him through every burn, every stretch and every pull.
Harry could enjoy it after a while when Louis used all four fingers to tease his spot.
He moaned softly, his hips lifting off of the bed in a plea for more.
Harry knew somewhere in the subconscious depths of his mind that he wouldn't be able to ask for more once they got through with him tonight.
"We've got you, Love," Zayn started to say, the grip of both hands tightening on his hips.
Louis tugged his hand away, pulling his fingers from out of Harry's bum. He went to get the condoms, but as soon as Harry heard the crinkling of paper his eyes shot open.
Zayn reached forward, and just as Louis was about to hand him one, Harry stopped them.
"What's wrong?" Louis asked, rubbing Harry's tense thigh.
"Don't," Harry asked, weakly. He shook his head as Louis looked down to the condom, then up at Zayn.
"Please,"
"Alright, baby," Louis said, without any other comments. Harry was so drunk off of this heat he couldn't even gather his thoughts to comprehend why he didn't want to use condoms.
Maybe if they got it right, he could have both of his men come inside of him. Maybe they would both leave him feeling full and warm and sated. If they got this right, that is. If.
So without any preamble, Louis helped move Harry's body, gripped the base of Zayn's cock from underneath Harry's bum and positioned the head right at Harry's quivering hole.
Harry took a deep breath, forced himself not to look because he knew it would only stress him out even more.
Harry pulled at the bedclothes as Zayn lowered him onto cock, seating him down atop his hips.
Harry groaned at the stretch, clenching around the intrusion. Louis moved in closer, rubbed a hand up and down Harry's burning chest.
"Take your time," Zayn told him, always the one to give Harry love and exaltation in situations like these.
Harry licked his lips, took another shaky breath before he could even start to fathom thickness inside of him.
It took another few minutes, but eventually Harry began to rock forward, seeking more of that familiar feeling.
And honestly, it was enough. Harry was content with his size as his shape and the feel of him. He was already coping with Zayn alone and didn't know how he was going to take both he and Louis at the same time.
See, Zayn had fucked Harry plenty of times; pinned him down on their bed those nights Louis had to work late. Or he'd just pressed him up against the shower, taken him from behind while the water fell around their flushed bodies. It was fine that way. Harry was content and, frankly- an expert with both of his men, just. Separately.
"Uh," Harry moaned as Zayn slowly pulled him up by his hips, them pushed him back down, using Harry's body in that same beautiful way that made Harry see stars.
Louis pushed him even further back as Zayn started fucking Harry, hips rocking up as Harry gasped.
"D-Daddy," Harry cried softly, his fingers gripping Zayn's hand amongst the sheets, desperately seeking some stability for what was about to happen.
Louis was sliding in a finger beside Zayn's dick, tugging at Harry's walls from the inside.
Harry's eyes widened at the feeling, felt as though his body wouldn't be able to take it. He didn't want to go into panic mode, but he was scared. It would be a lot more than he was used to taking. Even though they had attempted it before there was a reason the three of them had never been successful at it.
"Take deep breaths, baby," Louis coached, kissing his tummy, chin dipping even lower to suck just the head of his blushing cock into his mouth.
Harry breathed out, closing his eyes and taking Louis's advice. He heaved in another quick breath, his cock twitching against his belly as Zayn's tip pressed right to his spot.
Harry pushed back into the shallow thrusts, whimpers overflowing from his tremulous lips as Louis pushed in a second finger alongside Zayn's cock.
"Gonna be a tight fit," Louis muttered as he worked in that finger, pulled them out with Zayn's cock and let them slide back in with each thrust.
"You're being so good for us," Zayn reassured Harry, who was still so intently focused on his breathing.
Harry grounded down on the dick in his arse, tried to focus on the task at hand. He had to please his men. They loved him enough to put up with everything and Harry owed them just the same.
"You know your word. You tell us if it's too much-"
"- or if you need to stop." Zayn said, squeezing his hips before Louis went any further.
"We love you, baby. Love you so, so much. All you have to do is tell us if you don't feel comfortable doing this," Louis established, kissing his sweaty forehead, thumbing away some loose curls.
Harry wasn't sure. He knew it would feel good. He genuinely wanted to try it. It was just, well. A lot to take in. Literally.
"We trust you to let us know, right, Darling?" Louis reiterated, making sure all was well before they tried this.
"Yeah," Harry nodded, his knees shaking on either side of Zayn.
When Louis went to grab a condom, he paused, glancing up at Harry's weak frame.
"Harry,"
The youngest opened his eyes, glanced over to see Louis, contemplating a condom.
"Just, come here," Harry beckoned, his body desperate for love.
"Why don't you want us to use condoms?" Louis asked before leaning in to kiss Harry.
Harry blinked dazedly as Louis pulled away, his hands moving up to caress his cheeks. Out of curiosity Louis waited for his reply.
"I d-don't... " Harry struggled to form the words, and to hold eye contact with Louis while Zayn's cock was pressing right against his prostate.
"You want us to fuck you without protection?" Louis asked, more brashly. Harry felt the words go straight to his cock. He swallowed thickly, pulse racing in anticipation.
"Y-yeah, fuck me," Harry sighed, his neck bared for more love bites. He already had more than he would be able to count tomorrow but he was selfish; always wanting-- needing more.
Louis leaned over Harry, as Zayn let his cock slip out to the tip.
"Gonna fuck you, baby. Don't worry," Louis told him, latching his lips onto his pulse point.
"Yeah," Harry let his eyes slip closed, as Louis marked him. He felt the head of both bare cocks at his tight entrance, knew it would be hard to take, but he wanted it so badly.
He was willing to do this for the three of them, try something he wasn't sure about to bring them all the pleasure they craved.
"We'll go slow," Zayn said, his hands firm on Harry's hips. In the front, Louis's hands were under Harry's knees, holding his legs spread open.
And he felt so wild; so wrong like this. Their love was so unique and the fact that here Harry was, locked tight between the naked lust filled bodies of his two men, awaiting both of their cocks up his tight, tight hole. It was enough to get Harry's head swimming. He already felt tears gathering behind his eyelids at the thought that just overwhelmed his senses. From all angles there was love and passion and agonizing desire the Harry knew he could never get enough of. He was pliant, his chest heaving quickly in anxious trepidation. And Harry knew this rush was what kept him sane. He knew the surge of fear and uncertainty through his bloodstream was the high of his life and although there was slight danger and concern in the back of his mind about it, he was more ready than he'd ever be.
So Harry closed his eyes, calmly breathing in deep as the two men pushed their firm cocks past his entrance.
It was a strange feeling. It wasn't unfamiliar. They'd tried this before. It was just... different, this time. Though it wasn't very pleasurable just yet.
Louis had thoroughly prepared Harry, so he wasn't in a lot of pain. Harry was only experiencing the same familiar sting. He tried not to think about it. Tried to tune all out except the constant reassurances leaving the lips of his lovers.
But they were moving so slow. Harry could feel every bit and knew that they weren't even close to completely filling him up.
"Doing so well, baby," Louis said to him, dropping a kiss to the center of his chest. Zayn gave a reassuring squeeze to Harry's hips, murmuring his own synonymous "I love you," into Harry's flushed neck.
After a moment, Harry started to feel it- the panic. It settled into his gut and began to travel up his spine.
He just felt so full. He felt like his body couldn't take it.
Harry exhaled, let his head tilt back, and Zayn kissed his temple in efforts to ground him.
"Stay with us, Angel," he said, lips trailing over to Harry's right shoulder and back to his neck.
Because Harry always fell too deep into his happy place. He felt so overpowered; weighed down- nearly forced down by his own body and his mind couldn't handle that kind of thing. He psyched himself out, felt like being in his special place where Louis and Zayn kept him safe and warm was only an illusion-and he couldn't actually get out of this situation if he wanted to.
"Oh-o-oh, Daddy," Harry breathed, gripping onto Louis's back and he continued to hold his legs up and out of the way.
"Shh, sh. Sweetheart," Louis said, leaving gentle kisses down the left side of his neck. He parted his lips, latched on to suck a bruise there- all the while holding an impressive concentration to Harry's body. Balance.
"I-Daddy, I... my- oh," Harry choked quickly with his eyes closed, brow furrowing when Louis shushed him again.
"Need to calm down, baby. Stay relaxed for us," Zayn smoothed his warm hands down Harry's sides again, then back up.
But Harry could feel his body stretching, now-even more past that light sting. It was like his walls were being pulled apart; his body being opened far past what he was accustomed to.
And that was to be expected from having two thick, glorious dicks up a tight little arse. Harry knew this was coming. So he wasn't sure why he was breathing so fast.
"I-I. Can't..." Harry breathed weakly. He felt defeated.
Harry wanted to please his boyfriends so much it ached deep in his soul. He loved them and they loved him enough to give him the world and here Harry was panicking and tearing himself from his own fantasy land to try and stop them before they even started. He was pathetic.
Harry whined, mouth gaping when he felt the two cocks push a tad deeper. All was static, bleary past his tear filled eyes.
Zayn kissed Harry's sweaty forehead, nuzzled Harry's freshly washed, strawberry sweet curls. Louis's blood drained hands shook where they tightly held Harry's legs bent up, thighs to his heaving chest.
"Too much?" Louis asked Harry, voice so distant from inside Harry's whirring mind.
Harry's tear matted eyelashes fluttered shut as Zayn shifted inside him, but he didn't speak. His mouth hung open and Louis took it as an invitation to kiss him. Which, Harry was glad for. Distractions were always helpful in this state. They helped cloud his head long enough until he could endure the reality.
"N-no," Harry suggested after a moment, thinking about the tingling in his hips as Louis slid in further, his cockhead pressing against that bump along his upper walls.
"You sure?" Zayn asked, always the most careful one. He needed the reassurance for himself, just to know Harry wasn't hurting or feeling any real sort of uneasiness. This was sex; they were making love. This was for their pleasure- all of theirs. If someone wasn't happy, all of the three had failed. Balance.
"Daddy," Harry breathed, his back arching as Louis very slowly rocked forward, having realized the position of his dick.
"Right there, hm?" Louis taunted, sucking at Harry's neck.
Harry whimpered, lifted his arm to caress the back of Zayn's neck, holding him close as the huge deadweight in his body began to lift.
Harry held onto his knees above where Louis's hands pressed to the under side. Louis kissed his neck as Zayn whispered against the shell of his ear what a good boy he was, how well he was taking them - Harry preened with each praise, felt the nerves dissipate when the two men had pushed into him as far as they could go.
Harry groaned sweetly, could feel the hotness of Louis's sweat glistening front pushed against him-his dark rouge cock hard and straining against his soft tummy. Louis's dick was pressing right there-held still against his tender spot in a teasing pressure Harry just could not endure.
"F-fuck," Louis cursed. Harry's damp eyes pried open for just a second.
"So tight... so small, baby," Louis continued, before he and Zayn must have made the telepathic agreement to move inside of him.
Harry gasped, his eyes clenching shut once more. He silently placed his hands over his lower abdomen, waiting for them to move again.
"Shit," Louis slurred, falling forward to kiss Harry. The youngest accepted his tongue, sucked without much enthusiasm as Louis thrusted in again, harder that time.
Harry's glossy red lips fell open when - ever so slightly - he felt his tummy push outward.
Louis just moaned at the vice like grip around his cock, eyes flitting shut at the amorous pleasure. Harry couldn't witness how Zayn was feeling, since he was behind. He could only feel the way his cock felt buried deep inside of him, maybe even experience his hot wet mouth as it sucked at the crook of his neck.
"Your body... God, you're so fucking beautiful," Zayn murmured, hands stroking across Harry's abdomen. He could feel it too.
Harry's head fell back and he stared at the ceiling for a bit while contemplating the contemporary situation.
They didn't fuck him too hard, like this. Just deep. It had to be slow, and sweet because Harry probably wouldn't be able to handle it any other way.
Louis licked deep into Harry's mouth as Zayn thrusted it shallowly, carefully pulling Harry by his hips up and off of his dick.
Then, following the rhythm and pace set, Louis fucked in, pushing Harry's long bent up legs even further into his chest so that his hip joints ached.
"Feel so good, around us-so tight," Louis mumbled against Harry's wet lips, gently biting down the bottom one as he pulled out, then thrusted back in.
Effectively knocking the breath out of Harry. And it went on like that-slow, sensual. The best sex in the world took place in their sheets, Harry was well convinced.
Harry couldn't think anything, so he just laid in the arms of his boyfriends and breathed. He took everything they had to give. He couldn't do much more than that.
Harry was well and truly useless. He was completely flushed from his head to his toes, sweat shimmering across his sticky forehead where his damp curls stuck. His lips were swollen and bruised - courtesy of Louis Tomlinson himself. His face was contorted in this entirely new type of pleasure. This full, consuming, all around sensation that made Harry so stunned he couldn't even recall his own surname.
That's when the air of the bedroom shifted. A proper system was implicated in a matter of seconds. Though this was such a new experience the three embarked upon, balance was established to ensure the best possible pleasure could be gained. Louis took charge while Zayn gave Harry reassurance. Harry closed his eyes and relaxed, let the constant pressure on his lower belly lull him right into subspace.
"Take us so well, baby," Louis grunted as he pumped in slowly, hips jolting upward while Zayn's retracted downward.
Harry could feel Zayn panting hotly against the skin of his neck; irritating the countless little bruises and marks bestowed upon him.
"... L-letting us fuck you bareback," Louis gritted. Zayn moaned at that, his hips pushing up naturally, as if the rhythm was set into his bones.
Harry grasped Louis for purchase, his whole body contorted for them.
"Why is that, huh?" Louis asked, as if Harry would actually have an answer for him.
Harry was so deep in his headspace that his eyes were glassed over with unshed tears.
"Want us to come in you?" Louis grunted, hips thrusting forward. Harry gasped, his head weakly tossed back against Zayn's shoulder.
Harry felt Louis hitting his prostate, stimulating the soft spot with every single shift he made within his body. It was enough to have Harry sobbing with pleasure, tears trickling down his cheeks uncontrollably.
Sparks exploded behind his eyelids each time a cock was shoved into him. It was ecstasy Harry never thought he would feel. He felt a combination of love and trust and lust boiling in his lower belly and he knew it wouldn't be long before his body had had enough. And Louis's filthy mouth wasn't helping him out at all.
Zayn panted against Harry's throat, lips parted and eyes closed as his hips gently snapped upward. Harry could feel him there, feel those sure hands on his hips and wished he could see his beautiful face as he was brought closer to his peak.
"Hm? Wanted to feel out cocks stretching you open?" Louis bit at his collarbones, licking at he teeth marks.
Harry groaned, his blunt nails tearing down Louis's back in red trails as the eldest man fucked into him.
"Or did you want two loads of come shot into you? Dripping out of your gaping hole - little come slut," Louis growled, hotly.
Harry moved with them, his body being bounced and rocked on two fat cocks - which - he still couldn't quite believe. They had actually done it.
There had been two many occasions where Harry felt he couldn't take anymore; had cried because he was so tense and so stressed and it wasn't working and he was letting them down - his beautiful, wonderful men who loved and adored him and deserved to have this one thing - but no, Harry couldn't and he'd let them down. He'd let himself down. He had ruined their experience. And after Louis and Zayn had held him close and kissed his temples and stroked warm hands down his sides and promised that he was such a good boy and that he'd done his very best and that they had never been more proud of him. But Harry hadn't been convinced.
Now, Harry felt on top of the world; with his men who loved and supported him no matter what. He felt so good - letting go - restoring balance - had never made Harry feel so alive before. Here he was, in their arms, taking their thick girths he couldn't even form the words to express the burn in his chest.
His thighs shook as Louis pushed in even closer, his cock buried so far Harry was pressed back into Zayn's sweat glazed chest.
Harry felt like it was too much. His eyes twitched shut and he felt so close like, all of a sudden the wave of orgasm crept upon him.
"Maybe you just want us to knock you up, huh?" Louis whispered, kissing the sensitive spot beneath Harry's ear.
Harry's lips dropped open, an obscene 'oh' falling from his red mouth.
"... wanna be full of our baby, hm? Like you're full of us now?"
Harry frowned, a blaze hotter than fire shooting up his spine.
Louis thrusted forward once, his chest flush against Harry's as he kissed him.
Harry put all he had into the kiss, his whole body trembling as he cupped his big hands against Louis's cheeks.
Their wet tongues slid together, saliva escaping the corner of Harry's mouth as Louis rocked up again.
Harry's felt Zayn's hands on his hips, nails biting into his pudgy flesh. Louis bit down on his bottom lip, sucked it softly as he thrusted back in.
It was all just too much.
Harry eyes clenched shut for good this time. His chest rose and fell sporadically as the ringing in his ears commenced.
Louis's body pressed tight to his while Zayn's thrusts pushed his belly out. Harry's senses overloaded and the next thing he could feel was the coolness of tears and the warmth of his climax.
He came with a soft cry, the constant pressure on his prostate and the friction of their bodies against the leaking cock flat on his abdomen enough to push him past the breaking point. His spent cock jumped, long trails of white jetting from the tip.
He still whimpered through it, his body twitching continuously as the aftershocks came through.
"Shh baby... feels good, right?" Zayn ran a hand through the warm mess on his belly, smearing it as he kissed the overheated skin of his neck.
Harry couldn't provide a response.
It wasn't long after that Louis came with a groan, lips tangled with Zayn's as the thrusts became sloppy; untimed.
And lastly, Zayn reached his orgasm with a husky moan, slowly rocking up into Harry until he was shivering with sensitivity.
Harry's eyes stayed shut as Louis slowly, carefully pulled out of him.
His breath was labored, little puffs of air leaving him as Zayn gently pulled his body off and laid him down against the mattress.
Harry felt cold after a moment, opened his eyes to see Louis carding through his hair while Zayn snatched a few tissues from their nightstand.
"Daddy -"
"Shh, Lovely," Louis whispered against his temple.
Harry glanced down to the thick traces of slowly drying semen on his abdomen. He frowned, watching as Zayn dabbed away at it with a tissue.
Harry felt more tears streaming down his cheeks, though he wasn't sure why. He felt so strange and he didn't like it one bit. He felt like he was far away - like static had won over his eyes and the ringing constant in his ears.
"Such a good boy for your Daddies," Louis kissed his flushed face, thumbing away at the spilling tears.
"You take care of us so good," Zayn whispered, as of speaking to a child. Harry swallowed as he watched Zayn spread his legs just a bit.
"No -" Harry weakly protested, blindly reaching out as his boyfriend dipped lower to clean his now gaping red and abused hole. Louis took Harry's hand and cradled it in his own, pressed his lips to the back of it.
"Quiet, sweet boy. Daddy's gonna take good care of you, baby,"
Harry felt his muscles relax into the cotton sheets, his toes flexing and his fingers twitching.
Louis pecked his lips gently.
Harry didn't open his eyes anymore after that.
(Because he had all that he needed. All he could ever want was right there in the room with him. He had all the love and even though his mind was fuzzy, Harry knew confidently in his heart that he was so lucky - had more than he could ever ask for in the protection of his men. It was mapped into his soul; engraved on his chest.
So that night Harry slept, feeling the same warmth and contentment he felt each day he woke up.
Nestled safely between his lovers.)
. . .