Cerulean Heart (Polyfidelity) (MxMxW) (In progress)

20. Like a Puppy [Mild]

This will be our first official point of view change from being centered around Lúa, I hope no one minds seeing things from the perspective of our puppy Ambrose. I believe it will be a good change of pace and allow for us to see a more intimate side of his relationship with his men. But if this is something we all unanimously agree against, it won't happen again :) (Think of this as a short, test run chapter) We're a team, I want us all on the same track with this book. I value your opinions like my own <3 - Angel

Lúa weakly leaned against the wall on unsteady legs, breath ragged, neck bruised, hair frizzy, and a utter look of satisfaction and confusion on her face.
Turning her head Lúa watched Aleksei leave the room, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. "What a nice ass"
--- Adult themes ahead (minimal)

Ambrose frowned at the scene in front of him, Emiel hovering over Aleksei on the large sectional, the wet sound of skin slapping drowning out the random movie playing. He thought about smacking them with his damp towel but decided against it for the greater good of his ass.

He'd fallen asleep between Lúa and Aleksei like the night before and woke up alone. That was the beginning of his sour mood. He brushed his teeth, alone. Showered, alone. And now he was seeing both his men be sexy and affectionate while he was stuck in the back watching... ALONE.

While Ambrose was unable to see the exact expression he was making, he was sure it'd be the same one Lúa had told him plenty of times was the "ugliest pout". This thought alone was enough to make it worse.

"ahem."

Ambrose sucked his teeth impatiently when the two ignored him, Emil continuing to attack Aleksei's pale throat with odd suckles and nips.

By this point there was really only one option for Ambrose left, "Gay Panic". Why are they ignoring me? Don't they love me anymore? Oh my god. Am I not attractive anymore? It's my pout isn't it.

The blond man had fallen so absorbed in his own self induced horror, when Emil leaned off of Aleksei (most likely to switch positions), Ambrose hadn't noticed they'd finally seen him.

Used to his neediness, Emil tapped Aleksei's shoulder. Effectively getting the man to take his face out the pillow and look up confused.

"What's wrong Darling?"

Ambrose snapped out of it, looking over at the two "Why're you leaving me out..."

It was no secret even after being together for so long Ambrose didn't always feel the most secure. After all Emil and Aleksei had been dating for 2 1/2 years before they'd even met Ambrose. It might've been the reason Ambrose took so well to Lúa, they were obviously all attracted to the spitfire and if things continued to progress smoothly they'd eventually ask her to be apart of their relationship. She'd be new, like he was.

Emil gave a soft chuckle, "you were sleep Ambrosia"

Aleksei softly hit his chest, they all knew Ambrose preferred 'Ambrose' to 'Ambrosia'. And usually Emil would only refer to him as such when he was in trouble, or of course, teasing the green eyed man.

"Yea but I always tell you two to wake me up!" He was being a brat. He knew this. But with Lúa and Myron always in the house they hadn't had any time to themselves. They used to be all over eachother, but they simmered down to accommodate the new tenets.

Aleksei gave an apologetic smile, "We didn't plan to leave you out, come here love." He held out a hand from the couch and Ambrose walked over with a soft blush and narrowed eyes.

Emil shook his head amusedly, "clothes off." He leaned a hand over to Ambrose who was fiddling with his fresh set of house clothes. Tugging a few strands of hair, "If you don't want a punishment for raising your voice your gonna be a extra good boy today aren't you. Gonna take everything we give you without complaint."

The grip in his hair was tight enough to make Ambrose's eyes water, but the soft kisses Aleksei had been littering up his arm were the perfect balance.

A greedy part of him wondered when they would get to invite Lúa, in a perfect world anyone else would surely be satisfied with the two handsome men he already has.

But Ambrose was simply not perfect, he required time and constant attention from all the people he loved. Like a puppy.