Quatre au plumard

Raphael squirmed the entire way to the hotel. The Parisian subway smelled like piss, and someone next to him was coughing their lungs out. He tried to sit closer to Adrien, who was at the end of the row, and he pressed his shoulder against him. His husband winked at him. He didn't seem fazed one bit, but then meeting strangers for sex was something Adrien had done for years.

The Zoom sessions with Eléanor had gone better than expected, and they'd actually met a few times over coffee, but her wife Mallory was never there. Even after they'd talked for a month online, Eléanor refused to meet them at her place tonight. It was a hotel or nothing. Not that Rapha?l blamed her. He'd met his fair share of creeps over the years. He'd never expect a woman to endanger herself for his sake, even if she was coming with her wife, who seemed to be a complete badass from what he gathered.

Adrien shot him a look from the corner of his eye, then looked at his jittery legs. "Will you stop? Should we have taken the motorcycle? Is the subway making you uncomfortable?"

Rapha?l shuddered; he hated Adrien's motorcycle. He hadn't bought himself a car yet because it felt like a waste in Paris, especially with the city's projects to close some streets to traffic. But no way was he riding on Adrien's engine of death. He'd done it maybe five times in all those years, and nearly had a heart attack each ride. The subway was gross, but he felt safer here.

The person next to him coughed again and spat in their tissue. Rapha?l made a face, scrunching his nose. Out of them both, Adrien was the germophobe, but since the pandemic, Rapha?l had gotten a tad bit uneasy around sick people too.

"You're nervous?" Adrien asked as he stood and held himself with one hand on the bar above Rapha?l's head while Rapha?l remained seated. "Do you want to go back home?"

Rapha?l shook his head. "I want to do this. It's been a while."

"It's been years since we had sex with Charlotte, but I'm sure you can still find your way around a woman's body." Adrien raised a mocking eyebrow with a sly smile. He was so handsome in his teasing, Rapha?l had to control himself not to touch him. "It's like riding a bicycle. You can't quite forget how."

Rapha?l gestured for him to quiet it down. He didn't need the whole subway car to know they were on their way to tag-fuck a woman. Adrien gave him an air kiss as the train slowed down. He beckoned for Rapha?l to stand up, then grabbed his hand to drag him out of the train. Rapha?l marveled at the childlike spark radiating through his husband's entire being. Adrien beamed at him, a sight Rapha?l hadn't seen in a very long time. He swallowed on the ball squeezed in his throat and observed Adrien, who was almost skipping up the stairs leading to the street.

When they walked into the open, the rays of the setting sun almost blinded him. Rapha?l didn't quite care to hold Adrien's hand in public. They'd been catcalled a few times in the past for showing affection in the open, but Adrien never gave a fuck.

Anytime someone approached them aggressively, his debonair attitude changed into a threat. Most of the aggressors recoiled when they caught a glimpse of Adrien's eyes turning dark like a storm in his rising rage. But it scared the shit out of Rapha?l how quickly the switch flipped from his husband being the loving and caring human being he knew in private, to him entering fight mode the instant he felt endangered. Rapha?l had learned over time that was a trauma response from Adrien living on the streets for so long. He always carried pepper spray which barely reassured Rapha?l. The last thing he wanted was his husband jailed over some douchebags harassing them.

Adrien was always on hyperalert, even in his downtime. He sensed danger a mile away, while Rapha?l felt caught off guard most of the time. So far, no one had ever beaten the shit out of them. They hadn't gone further than slurring at them. But that was only because Adrien made it clear he'd have no problem sending someone to the hospital if they touched Rapha?l.

Rapha?l tried to loosen his shoulders, but to no avail. To make matters worse, Adrien leaned into him for a quick kiss and a breathtaking smile before dragging him along. Someone whistled in the distance, and that was it. Rapha?l was done relaxing at that point. Besides, his nostrils filled with more smells of piss and random garbage before a pedestrian pushed past him.

He squinted at the sun slowly setting on the horizon, and they headed toward the establishment that was two blocks away. He was sweating from being so nervous; he hoped he didn't smell, though he'd bathed himself in cologne before exiting the apartment.

Adrien was wearing a white buttoned-down shirt, the sleeves raised over his elbows, with some black skinny jeans that were so tight, Rapha?l could outline his goods with a simple glance. Rapha?l had opted for a pink t-shirt under a leather jacket, over some pants tight enough to cling to his round ass. He knew the pink shirt was his husband's favorite; it drove him wild every time.

When they reached the hotel, they looked up at the beige fa?ade. It had been cleaned recently and didn't harbor the black algae covering most Parisian buildings. The entrance was fancy, with a round metal canopy painted in gold over a glass door. There was a porter in uniform at the entrance who greeted them with a nod as he held the golden handle of the door for them.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? We can still cancel," Adrien asked again.

"No, I'm good."

"It's gonna be so much fun." Adrien wriggled his eyebrows before thanking the porter and stepping in.

This was not the type of hotel meant for one-night stands, but Adrien had insisted upon the best. He'd reserved a suite with a king-sized bed—the biggest the hotel could offer. He'd given Eléanor's name to the staff so she and her wife could make themselves comfortable before they arrived. Eléanor wanted to pay half the fee, but Adrien refused. He insisted that, no matter what, there were no strings attached. The women could leave if they changed their minds at any point.

Rapha?l could already imagine them all getting kicked out for being too loud—he knew his husband really well, after all—but Adrien insisted it'd be fine. He'd come to such hotels many times as an escort for his rich clients, and they'd never received any complaints because money could provide anything a person wanted, including the right to fuck as loud as they deemed enjoyable.

Rapha?l still wasn't sure if seeing his husband that elated relieved him or made him jealous. To know others could bring Adrien more joy than he had been able to provide was a tough pill to swallow. Patrick had warned Adrien against using group sex as a remedy to his depression, but Rapha?l was at his wits' end to make his husband feel better. So far, this solution was working better than expected.

"I can't believe her wife's named Mallory. I once had sex with a Mallory," Rapha?l said.

"Really?"

They approached the front desk.

"Yeah, in high school."

Adrien flashed a stunning smile at the guy at the desk and gave their names along with his ID. The clerk nodded, his eyes shifting between the two of them quickly, but without a comment. He checked the information on the computer and nodded. "The two ladies have arrived already."

He looked the two of them up and down, then cocked an eyebrow as he kept typing on the keyboard. Though Adrien had already covered the room, the man asked for his credit card to compensate for any potential damages, and Adrien smirked.

Rapha?l sighed. He sure hoped they weren't gonna fuck so hard as to break anything. But with Adrien, there was no guarantee. He'd once broken the frame of their bed while railing Rapha?l so rough, Rapha?l was sore for days. Rapha?l would have been upset if Adrien hadn't laughed so damn hard when it happened. That was before his depression consumed him to the point of shading all the light in him.

The clerk gave them a key-card and told them to call the desk if they needed anything. A porter walked up to them, only to sigh upon seeing no luggage. Adrien took out his wallet and tipped him anyway before clinging to Rapha?l's hand and leading the way to the elevator.

"Was she a goth too?" Adrien asked. "The Mallory you had sex with?"

"Nah."

A loud bing told them the elevator was there, and they stepped aside to let the people off before stepping in.

"We're not there yet, but I wanted to thank you for this," Adrien said as the doors closed on them. He spun around fast and pinned Rapha?l hard against the back wall to rub his crotch against him. He wrapped his hand around Rapha?l's neck before kissing him ferociously. "God, I want to fuck you so bad!"

Rapha?l blinked, their lips mere centimeters apart. Adrien's peppermint breath tickled his skin before he whispered in his ear, "I know I haven't fucked you the way you deserve in a very long time, but that's gonna improve. I promise. I love you so damn much."

Rapha?l's heart raced in his chest. Even after all this time, the way Adrien made him feel had never changed. Adrien kept kissing him until another ting indicated they'd reached the right floor. A naughty spark glistened through Adrien's dark irises as he wriggled his eyebrows and led Rapha?l into the hallway. The walls were covered with light blue paper and a few scattered pieces of art that looked like they must have cost an arm and a leg.

They arrived at the door and knocked. Adrien didn't want to step in and intrude upon the two women. Someone was moving inside the room. The sounds of voices were replaced by footsteps before the door creaked open, and Eléanor stood there. She gave a tiny smile and leaned forward to kiss Adrien on the cheeks, then Rapha?l, before beckoning them in with her index finger. She was wearing a mid-length red leather dress, along with black tights and high fuck-me heels. Rapha?l's dick twitched at the sight.

She was gorgeous. It baffled him how relaxed Adrien seemed when he himself felt so damn nervous. They followed her down the small hallway to the living room, where Mallory was sitting on a Louis XV couch—not the type of furniture Rapha?l envisioned in his fantasies. She was far less inviting than her wife and waved at them without a smile. She didn't stand to greet them or anything, and Rapha?l wondered if she even wanted to be there or was doing it for her wife's sake.

She was much skinnier than Eléanor, her skin white as plaster compared to Eléanor's tanned complexion. Eléanor had told them she was of Korean descent. Her parents had immigrated to France ten years before her birth, while Mallory's entire family came from Lille in the north of France—just like Charlotte's mother.

She was dressed in a black dress, cut high, over fishnet tights and long platform boots. Rapha?l wondered how she could possibly walk in those and not twist an ankle. But then, he'd seen Noah do the same many times over the years and never get injured. Her black hair was long, reaching under her shoulders like Eléanor's, but Eléanor's was dyed a lighter brown color. Mallory's eyes were outlined with black, making the pale blue tint of her irises flash against the darkness of her entire being.

She wasn't Rapha?l's type, to be honest, yet he couldn't deny she was hot, even if her cold demeanor was not a turn-on.

"Care for a drink?" she offered as she stood, almost as tall as him with her boots.

He declined, only because Adrien wasn't allowed to consume alcohol with his meds. Rapha?l could have used a boost for sure. His insides twirled with anxiety. Mallory nodded and stepped out of the room, but not before slapping her wife on the ass and winking at her.

Adrien sat on the couch, and Rapha?l nearly scurried to him. He needed his husband's confident warmth to kick away the jitters. Adrien wrapped his arm around Rapha?l's shoulders while devouring Eléanor whole with his eyes. He wasn't stealth, nor did he care to be.

Eléanor sat on the armchair facing them and cleared her throat. She licked her bottom lips and tapped her fingers on her knees like a piano.

"It's okay if you're nervous," Adrien reassured her in his warm, deep voice. "We can stop anytime. Or we can just hang out."

Eléanor shook her head. "No, I want to. It's just…"

She didn't finish the sentence; Mallory did: "We've met our fair share of pricks."

She stepped back in with two glasses of alcohol. One for herself. The other for her wife. Rapha?l noticed it wasn't enough for them to get drunk, which told him they were both cautious.

Adrien sized her up and gave a sad tiny smile, pain flickering through his eyes. "So have I."

"With your looks, I doubt they walked out on you the moment you undressed," Mallory deadpanned, her voice freezing cold.

"Mallory," Eléanor warned her.

Adrien gazed at her, his dark eyes filling with kindness. "Is this about the scars? "

Eléanor stared at the ground as she nodded shyly.

Adrien stood and walked up to her before kneeling at her feet. Rapha?l could tell from his body language that his husband was aroused beyond belief, but Adrien was fighting his needs hard in his desire to be respectful.

"May I kiss you?"

Eléanor pinned her dark brown eyes on his and nodded. He grabbed her chin between his index finger and thumb and pulled her into a soft kiss before seeking her tongue with his. Rapha?l and Mallory watched as Eléanor's shoulders relaxed. She gave herself to him as Adrien worshipped her mouth before pressing his forehead against hers.

"I've seen your scars. You showed them to me during the Zoom meetings. I believe I passed that test, wouldn't you say?" He pulled back to run his eyes over the burns that were showing along one side of her neck down to her cleavage. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw the picture you sent my husband. Scars are beautiful. They're proof of your strength through all your hardships. Just because mine aren't visible doesn't mean I don't carry my own."

He pulled her into another kiss, slipping his hand behind her ear as she moaned in his mouth. "I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold back. I've been thinking about you for days now. It's almost driving me nuts how much I want you at this point. You can say ‘no' anytime if you're uncomfortable. But if you want this, know I want you so goddamn much, I'm ready to burst. "

Eléanor gave a small smile, so timid she was incredibly cute in her shyness. Mallory gave a nod and signaled toward the door with her head. She downed her liquid in one shot and sent a side glance at Rapha?l before running her tongue over her teeth. "Seems it might be you and me tonight. Those two already have something going on."

Rapha?l gulped. Mallory was a bit too intimidating and scary for his tastes, but it might just be a veneer. The same way Adrien turned aggressive the instant he felt threatened when he truly was all kindness and empathy on the inside.

He stood to his feet and took the hand Mallory was holding out. Her palm was cold and her skin oh so white against his brown complexion. She looked at him over her shoulder. And for the first time since he'd arrived, he perceived a flash of naughtiness and amusement in her blue eyes. Her lips rose on one side. "Let's have fun, beau gosse !"

They followed Adrien and Eléanor into the bedroom.

"Wow!" Rapha?l exclaimed upon taking in the sight. The bed was huge with an ornate dark brown frame, the mattress covered with a white comforter and five pillows. The light green walls were adorned with expensive art; the brown nightstand tables on both sides of the bed held art deco lamps that looked like they came from the School of Nancy. Everything here seemed expensive. The ground was covered with a white carpet that looked like it'd just been shampooed.

Adrien led Eléanor to the bed while Mallory brought Rapha?l to the couch in the corner and sat next to him. She leaned into him to whisper in his ear, "I want to watch how your husband treats my wife first."

Her protective tone reminded him of Adrien so damn much, he wondered if maybe they had the wrong partners for this game. He nodded anyway and asked if he could wrap his arm around her shoulders. Against all expectations, Mallory cuddled against his chest and lowered her hand to his crotch. "I didn't say I didn't want to play. I said I want to watch before you fuck me."

His dick twitched against his zipper upon her commanding tone. Her fingers rubbed over his pelvis, then down between his two legs that he spread apart as they watched Adrien and Eléanor.

Eléanor was comfortable against two pillows that Adrien had arranged for her as he straddled her hips. He ran the side of his hand down the length of her body over her red dress, his eyes following the movements before he caressed her cheek and leaned over her for a deep kiss, their tongues soon dancing. He slipped his hand through the strap of her dress and lowered it before reaching in her back for her zipper. She lifted her upper body for him before he lowered one side of her dress, revealing one breast, the skin of which had been consumed by flames in an event she'd refused to discuss. He undid the rest of her dress, and she shifted around to help him.

Her other breast was smooth. Her stomach was bare, without traumatized flesh. Rapha?l knew from seeing it when she led them inside the hotel room that her back was covered with marks on one side too. Adrien ran his hand down the length of her arm, his expression unreadable but for the carnal need pooling in his gaze.

This was what he had been craving for years, what he had denied himself for the love of Rapha?l. The feel of a woman's curved body against his own. To see the hunger in Adrien's dark anthracite eyes nearly undid Rapha?l. Instead of upsetting him, the thought of sharing his husband with a woman excited him so much he was hardening in Mallory's grasp. He couldn't wait for Eléanor to come undone in Adrien's arms. And he knew from experience it was a sight to behold.

"I can't feel anything on the scars," Eléanor explained as Adrien ran the back of his hand on her chest.

Adrien nodded, looking at her skin before leaning over to kiss her neck. "I will need you to guide me. I want to make you feel good. Is it okay for me to touch you even where you can't feel me?"

"Yes."

He groaned, pressing his crotch against her. "You're driving me nuts. Gosh, I want you."

Mallory huffed from the bed. "You're one of a kind."

"What do you mean?" Adrien looked at her from over his shoulder.

"Do you know how many men will agree to be with me while denying her?"

Eléanor's eyes filled with sadness as she looked at her wife. "I'd like to enjoy this without you constantly mentioning the other jerks. Thanks. "

Adrien's face turned somber. He looked Eléanor deep in the eyes and raised her chin between two fingers. "I'm gonna drive you wild until you beg me to take you."

Upon that, he drew her into a kiss as Eléanor slid her hand against his jeans as if to test if he was lying. She gasped upon feeling him, but he never stopped kissing her. First her lips, then her cheeks, then her throat, to end with her earlobe, which he sucked on until she moaned.

"I'm gonna make you come so hard, ma belle ."

Mallory looked at Rapha?l. "Do you want to participate? Or do you prefer to enjoy the show? I trust your husband truly wants to please my wife. That's all I needed to know."

The few times he and Adrien had involved Charlotte and Noah, Rapha?l always watched first. Seeing his husband make someone else orgasm was the hottest thing he could imagine. But he also needed Adrien's guidance.

As if sensing his hesitation, Adrien beckoned to him from the bed. Rapha?l and Mallory rose and went to settle beside the couple. While his hands caressed Eléanor's body, Adrien turned his head and leaned in to give Rapha?l the most sizzling kiss they'd shared in months.

"I want you to fuck Mallory," he whispered in Rapha?l's ear before grabbing his chin. "And I want you to enjoy it and come so hard, you go blind for a minute."

Rapha?l smiled at him.

"Do you need me to lead?" Adrien asked.

"Yes, please. "

Adrien gave a lopsided grin and a quick chaste kiss on his lips.

"Did you two bring any toys?" he asked the two women.

Mallory chuckled. "I thought you'd never ask."

Eléanor raised her index finger and shifted toward the nightstand table to open the drawer and pull out a box, revealing its contents.

"Nice," Adrien assessed, leaning over her and grabbing the strap-on dildo. He sent a side glance at Mallory. "How good are you with this?"

"Delightful," Eléanor whispered.

Adrien asked Rapha?l to move so he could pull Mallory into a kiss. "You smell like licorice. I love it."

By this point, Rapha?l was ready to explode against the seams of his pants. He pulled his zipper down and dropped his slacks, then took off his shoes as Adrien lowered Eléanor's panties. She was trimmed but not shaved, just the way Adrien liked it. He kissed the inside of her thighs before feasting on her.

Rapha?l really wanted to watch, but Mallory pulled him into a kiss. She did taste delicious. Her velvety tongue teased his as she slid her hand under his shirt. He couldn't take the need anymore. He undid the back zipper of her black dress and watched as the item slid down her body. She was truly skinny, with small breasts, petite in a vulnerable way that made him so damn fucking hard. She was gorgeous in her own dark way, her black hair spreading over the pillow in a wild mess .

She pulled his briefs down and licked her lips upon staring at his long, cut dick. She seemed ready to drop to her knees, but he'd been lying to himself all those years: he'd missed pussy. He'd missed it so damn much, his cock was pearling with pre-cum. The sounds of Eléanor unraveling under Adrien's tongue made his cock twitch.

Mallory didn't wear a bra, just black lace panties that he pulled off her thin legs. Her ribs protruded as she lay underneath him, and he grabbed under her ass to bring her pussy to his mouth. She tasted salty against his tongue, and she was wet already. She let out a loud moan as she ran her hand through his hair.

He didn't need more of an invitation to eat her out, sliding his tongue inside her, teasing her folds, making her gasp as her back arched. He licked her clit and sucked on it, no longer moving from that spot. He could eat out a woman for a very long time, reveling in her pleasure.

Mallory's clit swelled under his tongue the more he teased it. She was getting close. He kept going until she shouted his name. Her hands tightened around her pillow as she called for God in her shivers and released against his tongue. She got so wet against his fleshy mouth, he licked her longer just for the delight of tasting her cum.

Eléanor came around the same time, with a shout even louder than her wife's. Adrien had not lost his skills. He kept going longer and harder until Eléanor came again, even stronger, it seemed .

She squirmed in his arms, and he had trouble keeping her body down. Adrien propped himself over her body and licked his lips before pushing his thumb inside her, then taking it out to suck on it, smiling mischievously. He leaned on his forearms and kissed her on the lips, making her taste herself, then he rolled on his back, propped his head on a pillow, and winked at her. "I still want inside you. Would you like to ride me?"

Eléanor didn't need much of an invitation before she sat astride his lap and moved her hips, her dripping wet pussy rubbing against his hard cock.

Adrien asked Mallory if she would fuck her wife from behind before he looked at Rapha?l. He didn't need to say the words. They'd played that game before.

Rapha?l nodded. He was so painfully hard, he wasn't sure how much longer he could last before erupting inside Mallory, but he'd try his best to last. His dick was pooling pre-cum at this point, which only happened when he was aroused almost past the breaking point.

Adrien grabbed a condom from the side table and threw another one at Rapha?l before ripping the foil and sheathing himself. Eléanor guided him inside, moaning loudly upon the intrusion, her head bent backward, her eyes closed in pleasure. She slid down all the way, then up and down a few times, taking him all in as he groaned.

Mallory and Rapha?l got off the bed. She positioned herself behind Eléanor, her knees between Adrien's spread legs. She waited for Rapha?l to put the strap on her .

He placed the foil between his teeth and helped Mallory. Putting a dildo on a woman was the sexiest thing. His cock twitched again upon feeling her soft skin under his fingertips before he grabbed her chin and drew her into a sideways kiss, his tongue soon seeking hers for a long waltz as he rubbed his cock against her ass.

She groaned against his mouth, the vibration of her desire setting his needs aflame. He gently pushed her against Eléanor's ass, sought the lube from the nightstand, then soaked Mallory's dildo with lubricant. He grabbed it and guided her inside her wife's asshole. Eléanor quivered and whimpered upon the intrusion as she begged her wife to push in further.

Rapha?l wrapped himself. "How do you want me?" he whispered in Mallory's ear before peppering kisses along her neck and shoulders.

"My cunt."

He exhaled a sigh of relief. He hadn't fucked a woman's pussy in years. He could barely stand the wait. He couldn't believe how right Adrien had been. Monoamory wasn't meant for them.

He waited impatiently and watched as Eléanor leaned forward, her torso against Adrien. She kissed him softly while Mallory guided her dildo in and out of her sweet tight ass. Eléanor groaned in pain upon every centimeter, but Adrien swallowed each sound with a kiss that grew greedier the more aroused he got .

Once Mallory was fully in, she began the double penetration dance as she kissed her wife's burnt back and rolled her hips against her, soon followed by Adrien's rhythm. Eléanor's shouts of pain quickly turned into moans of ecstasy upon each move of her two lovers.

Adrien was cursing underneath them, an indicator he could barely handle the pleasure. Rapha?l couldn't take it anymore either. He placed himself behind Mallory, who leaned forward just enough and paused to let him penetrate her.

" Oh putain! " he groaned in unison with Eléanor as he found his way inside Mallory. She was dripping wet from her arousal, and yet she was hard to penetrate due to their position and the tightness of her pussy.

Rapha?l closed his eyes and rolled his neck backward as he pushed his way inside. She felt so goddamn good, he might shoot his load right then and there. But fucking people together was a competition between him and his husband when they did decide to play. It was about who could last the longest and bring their partner to heaven and back first. Playing against Adrien was a hard bet, but Rapha?l would be damned if he lost. He refused to let himself go first.

He grabbed Mallory's hips and banged against the back of her thighs, closing his eyes as all the sounds filled his soul with mindboggling need. He almost reached the tipping point when he heard his husband moan.

Mallory was a fantastic fuck, meeting his moves with hers, clenching his length hard in her tight pussy .

The first to come was Eléanor, who shouted as the orgasm rolled over her. Rapha?l still didn't open his eyes. He knew he'd come if he did. He was deeply focused on pleasing Mallory. But he was forced to pull out when Eléanor asked to slide off Adrien and roll to his side.

" Merci, mon beau ," she whispered in his ear. "I haven't felt so beautiful in a man's arms in so long."

He smiled and pulled her into a kiss while beckoning Mallory forward. She sat astride him as Rapha?l held her black hair away from her neck and kissed her soft skin.

"I want you both," she rasped.

Adrien was already prepped, his condom still wet from Eléanor's cum as he guided himself inside Mallory. She sat over him and lowered herself on his beautiful, hard cock before raising her ass for Rapha?l to take her from behind. He pushed inside slowly, not needing much lube, as his own rubber was dripping wet from her juices. He stopped each time she let out a soft complaint. Her ass was tighter than her pussy, especially with Adrien pushing on the other side of her vaginal wall. Feeling his husband right there almost undid Rapha?l.

Everyone stilled for a bit before Mallory moved again and led the dance, slowly at first, adjusting to them both, her sweet moans like a lullaby to Rapha?l's ears. Adrien wrapped his hand behind her neck and dragged her into a greedy kiss to distract her from the pain as they both rocked softly inside her.

Rapha?l kept his eyes open this time and looked down as his cock disappeared deep inside her asshole before coming out again. He could feel Adrien's dick rubbing against his from the other side of her wall. He'd forgotten how his connection to Adrien deepened with each tag-team. It was a different way for them to bond. Not by making each other reach ecstasy, but through compersion and teaming up to fuck a thirsty partner's brains out.

His fingers dug into Mallory's skin at her waist as he felt the waves overtake him. He tried to push them back, but to no avail. He lost it when Mallory came and clenched around his dick so hard, the wave rose and crashed inside him. He surfed it, his eyes open the entire time as he moaned his husband's name and felt himself release deep inside Mallory's ass.

It took him a few seconds to find his bearings, his head dizzy from the orgasm. He hadn't come that hard in a very long time and could barely catch his breath. His dark skin was covered in sweat as he pulled Mallory into a hard kiss from behind, his hand circling her jaw. Her delicious licorice smell mixed with the sweet scent of her cum pooling down her legs. He moaned against her soft tongue. He would have stayed inside her ass all night, but his cock decided otherwise.

He pulled out when he felt himself going soft, and Mallory got off Adrien slowly. They all looked at Eléanor and burst out laughing when they realized she'd fallen asleep somehow.

"She didn't sleep last night," Mallory confessed. "She was nervous about today. Thank you for not ruining this for her."

Adrien gave a satisfied smile, though he was still hard. He hadn't gotten to ejaculate yet. Which meant he had won this round, like almost every time. Rapha?l groaned deep in his throat as Adrien flashed a cocky grin.

" J'ai gagné ," he mouthed without a sound before sending him an air kiss.

He ran his tongue over his upper lip. Rapha?l knew the meaning all right. Adrien gave the naughtiest grin and wriggled his eyebrows as he beckoned to Rapha?l who leaned over his body for a kiss.

"May I watch?" Mallory asked.

"Always," Adrien replied.

He was an exhibitionist as well as a voyeur. There wasn't a thing that didn't turn him on as long as everyone was of age and consenting. He pulled the condom off and went to throw it in the bathroom trash.

Wrapped in a blanket, Mallory sat in an armchair in the corner and watched Adrien's every move as he walked back, his muscles showing under his glistening skin. Rapha?l was already getting aroused again. All it took, usually, was a look at Adrien's natural gorgeousness to turn him on. Adrien raised his chin, indicating for him to lie down on the bed before grabbing the lube and getting himself ready, forgoing the condom.

He leaned over Rapha?l, their skin touching, so warm and still pearling with sweat. Adrien bent over his ear. "I love you so fucking much. I'm going to fuck you right now and let her watch until she begs us to tag-team her again."

He grabbed his dick and led it to Rapha?l's entrance. Then he bent Rapha?l's legs at the knees and closed his eyes as he entered his hole slowly. " Putain , you feel so good. I don't think I can last, but damn it, I want this."

His cock burnt Rapha?l as it pushed past his resistance and made its way in as delicately as Adrien could in spite of his obvious need to come. Once fully in, he paused for a second and opened his anthracite eyes to stare at Rapha?l. He caressed his cheek lovingly, his lips pulled into the tiniest smile, before he grabbed Rapha?l's hips and fucked him so damn hard and fast, Rapha?l nearly lost his mind.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mallory touching herself. His arousal grew as their gazes met and Adrien increased the rhythm even more, groaning in his ear. His stomach was pressing against Rapha?l's cock that was fully erect.

Adrien cupped his face and kissed him hard as he moved lightning fast, then shouted in Rapha?l's ear, releasing his cum inside him. He kept on moving even after coming and grabbed Rapha?l's cock in his hand to get him off. Rapha?l let out a desperate whimper as he came undone in Adrien's palm. Adrien gave the same affectionate smile he did each time he pleased Rapha?l.

In his delight, Rapha?l had forgotten all about Eléanor, who was still sleeping next to them, and Mallory, who had reached climax somewhere along the way.

He sent her a glance.

"I need a shower," she said. "You guys want to join?"

Adrien beamed. There would be no sleeping for them tonight .

Rapha?l wasn't sure he could keep up, but he knew Adrien wouldn't stop seeking pleasure as long as it was being offered. It was a mystery how he had spent so long without this. Now Rapha?l had opened the door, there was no turning back. But if it brought his husband this elation, he wasn't willing to deny him anymore.

Adrien pulled out of him and slid off the bed before the two of them joined Mallory in the bathroom.

***

The following morning, Raphael opened his eyes when Opale jumped on the bed and licked his face.

"Ewww. You lick your own ass with that tongue," he said, trying to push the French bulldog away while drying his wet cheek with his other hand. He grabbed his dog against his naked chest and took her to the kitchen, where he fed her some leftover meat. "I'll take you out to pee in a minute, okay? Let me start some coffee for your other daddy first. You know how he is."

With that, he dragged his feet along the cold tile floor to brew coffee for Adrien. They'd come back home at two A.M. the night before when Adrien decided it was best to let the two women sleep after they'd enjoyed two more rounds together. They'd called an Uber because Rapha?l refused to take the subway that late.

When they arrived, Adrien insisted upon making love to him before falling asleep over his body while still inside him. He'd rolled off eventually, and for the first time in a while, Adrien didn't seem to have nightmares.

He'd slept curled up around Rapha?l, seeking his body even in his slumber. Though Rapha?l preferred to roll on his side in a fetal ball, he'd let Adrien snuggle against him because it felt wonderful to finally see his husband content and satisfied.

After filling the coffee machine with water and letting it run its course, he grabbed his shirt from the floor in the hallway where Adrien had stripped him the instant they'd passed the door. Then, he put on his pants.

As soon as Opale saw him slip on his shoes and grab her leash, she jumped all over his legs. He kneeled by her side to click the leash to her collar and pet her between her ears. The dog snorted in that adorable way French bulldogs do, and Rapha?l grabbed a bag and gloves, then took her out into the hallway, down the stairs, to the outside.

Paris was already buzzing with life, even on a Sunday morning, vibrant with the sounds of traffic and people around him. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out as he walked Opale down the street. Mallory had sent a message to thank him for the night before. He wasn't sure what to reply, so he decided to wait and talk about it with Adrien first. Instead, he sent a text to Patrick. Opale was pulling hard on the leash, sniffing every tree for smells of other dogs before taking the first leak of the day.

Patrick's reply was fast. Rapha?l didn't feel quite right contacting him without discussing everything with his husband first, but helping Adrien was always his priority, even if that meant doing it against his will.

PATRICK: Ouaih, quoi d'neuf ?

RAPHA?L: It's about Adrien.

PATRICK: Is he okay?

RAPHA?L: As well as he can be. I wanted to discuss his sensitivity.

PATRICK: Right. He told me about the HSP thing. I told him he'd need to get tested by a psychiatrist because that's not something I do.

RAPHA?L: He doesn't want to.

PATRICK: That's up to him.

Rapha?l groaned and tried his best to keep his grip on his phone and type with his thumb while Opale pulled to lead the way.

RAPHA?L: We're still struggling.

Last night had been a blast, but that didn't change how hard life was for Adrien in general.

PATRICK: I know Adrien has authorized me to discuss everything with you, but there's couple therapy for that.

RAPHA?L: Did he tell you about the baby?

PATRICK: That you want one? Yes, he's pretty freaked out about that .

RAPHA?L: I don't know how to reconcile our needs.

PATRICK: You two already went against my advice by opening your marriage. I told Adrien sex wasn't going to make him feel better, but he told me you two found a couple or something. That's not what he currently needs.

RAPHA?L: It is, though.

PATRICK: How?

RAPHA?L: You should have seen him last night. He really enjoyed it.

PATRICK: Sex isn't recovery, Rapha?l. So, he had a good time last night. What about today?

RAPHA?L: It helped release his frustrations.

PATRICK: Anyway…there's nothing I can do about the baby, Rapha?l. It's just not who Adrien is. I think we both know getting married was already a big step for him. Not being with Noah was a lot for him to give up as it is.

Rapha?l swallowed on the lump in his throat. Adrien mentioned Noah in passing the other day. Though Rapha?l liked Noah, he wasn't ready to go down that road again.

RAPHA?L: He talked about Noah?

PATRICK: I'm just saying, as a friend to you both, that letting go of Noah was hard on him, yes.

RAPHA?L: Noah has his own family now.

PATRICK: Knowing Adrien, I was thinking of something that would be good for him and might fill your need to have a kid .

Seconds passed by, during which Rapha?l didn't respond because Opale chose that exact moment to take a shit right next to his feet. He took care of it before handling his phone.

PATRICK: Would you ever consider creating an organization?

RAPHA?L: An organization?

PATRICK: Adrien is still traumatized by his past. It's going to be a very long path to recovery. I believe helping others would do him good. Especially if you are correct about him being highly sensitive. You two have what it takes financially to open an organization to welcome homeless queer kids.

RAPHA?L: You know how Adrien is, though. He's obsessed with being financially stable. I don't see him shelling out that kind of money.

PATRICK: You're not giving him enough credit. You'll see…

RAPHA?L: I wouldn't know where to begin. I'll have to think about it.

PATRICK: Discuss it with Adrien. I'm sure Florian could help you. He has a business. It's not quite the same thing. But I'm sure he can help.

RAPHA?L: Thank you. I need to head back. I'll update you. Thanks again.

PATRICK: Anytime.

Rapha?l dropped the phone in the pocket of his pants and took Opale back home. She was so content, she went to settle on her armchair for a nap. Rapha?l filled a bowl of coffee for Adrien and headed to the bedroom to find his husband awake, lying in bed.

"Hey," Adrien said with a tiny grin. "You're glowing. What's up? Still thriving from last night?"

Rapha?l gave a smile. "There's something I want to talk about."

"Yeah?" Adrien licked his lips suggestively.

"Not that. Geez, is your mind always in the gutter?"

"It's been six years of you asking me that, mon amour . I think we both know the answer by now." He gave a wink and looked Rapha?l up and down suggestively.

"No, I want to talk."

Adrien sighed. "Again? There're only so many problems I can tackle, Rapha?l."

"I know, but I was talking to Patrick."

Adrien's body went ramrod-straight as his brows knitted. Rapha?l hated it when he did that. He knew the signs really well; this was Adrien growing suspicious and feeling cornered because two persons talked about him instead of confronting him directly.

Rapha?l sighed and raised his hands. "Don't react like that."

Adrien's face closed off. "Been talking to my shrink behind my back?"

"No, well, yeah. But he's also my friend."

"Right…" Adrien frowned but let Rapha?l grab his hand. His fingers were cold against Rapha?l's warm skin .

Rapha?l led him to the living room couch, where they sat down. He ran his tongue over his lower lip. "Patrick may have found a solution. I didn't have time to think about it, but it's only fair I share it with you."

"A solution to what?"

"To me wanting a kid…"

Adrien's jaw ticked, even though he was trying hard not to flinch. His cringe was right there in his taut facial muscles, tight shoulders, and his fingers wrapped around his coffee.

"So…" Rapha?l cleared his throat. "We both know I would like a bigger family. Kids we could take care of. But it's not something you can do right now. And I understand that. I researched it online, and it said you might be reluctant to be a dad because you're scared of your past."

Adrien ran his long fingers through his black hair and messed it up so badly that it stood in all directions. "Rapha?l, I'm scared my parents will use my kids to manipulate me, first of all. Grandparents in France have a lot of rights. I don't want my mom suing my ass to see my child against my will."

Rapha?l froze. "Is that what this is about?" He understood the fear well. After all, it was the exact situation Florian found himself in.

"In part…but not all."

"What else?"

Adrien sighed. "Having a kid means giving up on a lot of personal time, a lot of freedom. I'm not ready for that. I might never be. The pandemic… It was… I mean, I wasn't myself anymore, Rapha?l. Being with Eléanor and Mallory, that's who I am . Deep down. That's the real me. I am slowly feeling like myself again. After this nightmare we went through, I'm scared I won't be able to give myself up for a child. It wouldn't be fair to the kid to bring them in, and then if I can't handle it, what?"

"I understand."

"I know it sounds selfish, but having kids I don't want and might not treat right would be so much worse."

Rapha?l didn't say he knew Adrien would be a wonderful father. He didn't want to upset his husband even more.

"So what's your thought?" Adrien asked, still willing to listen to Rapha?l's suggestions.

"Okay, so Patrick recommended we open an organization to help homeless queer kids."

Adrien looked at him and blinked without a word. After a few seconds of silence, Rapha?l cleared his throat.

"Can you say something, please?"

Adrien blinked again. "What would that entail exactly? Sounds like a handful."

"Well, I'm not sure yet. But remember how Daniel took you in? Imagine if we had a home where the kids could come live. We could help them apply to college and get started into adulthood."

Adrien didn't seem convinced. Something shone in his eyes, like suspicion. "Who's going to finance that?"

Rapha?l raised an eyebrow.

Adrien burst out laughing, with amusement at first, then dismay. "I don't make that much dough, mon chéri . "

"You make enough to get us started. And I could design the house."

Adrien tilted his head to the side. "Wait, you want to start it from scratch? Close to Paris? It's going to cost a fortune."

"Okay. If not, the apartment is paid for. We could take a loan for a house in the suburbs. I can see if the city would help finance the organization. And we can ask for donations."

Adrien sat back in the couch. His attitude screamed anxiety. "Gosh, that sounds risky. I don't want to lose the apartment."

"I know. I know." Rapha?l raised his hands. "We won't. I know having a stable home is important to you. We can keep thinking about it, investigate around. Maybe Noah can have Nour help too. She volunteers at the LGBT center, right?"

"Right." Adrien took a deep breath while closing his eyes, then pinned his anthracite stare on Rapha?l. "That's a lot to take in. I'm gonna need some time to process it. But I have to say, I kinda love the idea."

"Yeah?" Rapha?l gave a radiant smile.

Adrien's grin wasn't so bright, but it was there. "Yeah. Let's think about it."