3 Hearts, 1 Home

4. Our Days and Nights

One day, the three of them ventured out into the city together, taking a rare day off from their busy schedules. The streets were still alive with the remnants of New Year celebrations—stray flower petals from garlands littering the ground, and the faint smell of fireworks lingering in the air.

They walked side by side, Karan's hand occasionally brushing against Arjun's, while Dev walked a few steps ahead, his attention caught by the vibrant market stalls they passed. The city was as full of life as ever, but here, together, it felt like they had carved out their own little world.

They stopped at a street vendor, where Karan immediately began bargaining for a colorful scarf he'd spotted. Arjun watched with an amused expression as Karan tried to charm the vendor into lowering the price.

Arjun said with a laugh, nudging Dev lightly. "He's been doing this since I met him."

Dev smiled, watching the interaction with quiet fondness. "It's part of his charm, isn't it?"

"That's one way to put it," Arjun said, shaking his head. But his voice was filled with warmth, a subtle reminder of how deeply he cared for Karan, even in these seemingly insignificant moments.

Karan returned a few minutes later, triumphantly holding up the scarf. "Got it for half the price!" he declared, his eyes twinkling with victory.

Arjun shook his head, chuckling. "You never change."

"And you love me for it," Karan said, leaning in to kiss Arjun's cheek before draping the scarf playfully around his neck. "There. Now you look perfect."

Dev, standing beside them, reached out and ran his fingers along the edge of the scarf. "It suits you," he said quietly, his voice soft but full of affection.

Arjun, touched by the simple gesture, smiled and leaned in to kiss Dev on the forehead. "Thanks. Though I'm not sure I'm as fashionable as either of you."

Karan grinned, wrapping an arm around Arjun's waist. "We'll make a fashionista out of you yet."

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That evening, as the city began to wind down from the buzz of the day, they returned home. Their apartment was quiet, the soft hum of the city outside a distant murmur as they settled onto the couch, bodies close, the warmth of their connection filling the room.

Karan, as usual, was the instigator, draping himself lazily across both Arjun and Dev, his head resting on Arjun's lap while his feet tangled with Dev's.

"You know," Karan said, his voice low and teasing, "we could pick up where we left off last night."

Arjun's hand rested on Karan's chest, absently tracing circles on his skin as he chuckled. "You're insatiable."

Karan's grin widened. "Only when it comes to you two."

Dev's hand slid up Karan's thigh, his touch gentle but filled with intent. "Well, he right though. We didn't get to finish what we started last night," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with desire.

The tension in the room shifted, the playfulness giving way to something deeper, more intimate. Arjun's hand slipped beneath Karan's shirt, his fingers brushing against the warm skin of his stomach as he leaned down to kiss him slowly, their lips meeting in a languid, tender kiss.

Dev, watching them with a quiet hunger, leaned in, his lips grazing the side of Karan's neck before he moved to kiss Arjun as well, his hand still resting on Karan's thigh, pressing lightly.

As the kisses deepened, their bodies began to move together, the room filled with the soft sound of their breaths, the heat of their desire building between them. It was a dance they knew well, they moved together, seamlessly in sync, each touch and kiss a reminder of the bond they shared. Karan sighed softly as Arjun's lips traveled lower, his hands moving with practiced tenderness, while Dev's fingers traced slow patterns on his thigh, sending shivers through his body.

The air between them was charged. They knew each other's bodies as well as their hearts, and as they moved, there was no rush, no frantic need. Just a steady, deliberate building of intimacy that was uniquely theirs.

Arjun's hand slipped lower, his fingers grazing the waistband of Karan's pants as he kissed him again, deeper this time. Dev smiled softly as he watched them, his own desire simmering beneath the surface. But he wasn't one to wait too long. Leaning in, he kissed Karan's temple, his hand moving up Arjun's back, urging him closer.

The three of them moved together—Arjun's hands on Karan, Dev's lips on Arjun's neck, Karan's breathy moans filling the room. They didn't need words to communicate; their bodies spoke for them, each touch and kiss carrying the message that no one was left out, no one was forgotten.

Karan reached for Dev, pulling him in until their lips met. The kiss was hungry. Dev responded eagerly, his hand tangling in Karan's hair as Arjun watched, his own breath coming faster as he leaned in to join them.

The night stretched on. Time didn't matter. The only thing that existed in that moment was the heat of their bodies, the rhythm of their movements, and the overwhelming love that surrounded them.

When they finally lay together, spent and sated, their limbs tangled and their breaths slowing, there was a sense of completeness that filled the room. Karan's head rested on Arjun's chest, his hand lazily tracing patterns on Dev's arm. Arjun, his heart still racing, pressed a kiss to Karan's hair, while Dev reached over to squeeze Arjun's hand gently.

"That was amaze-balls," Karan murmured sleepily, a content smile on his lips.

"Yeah," Arjun chuckled and whispered, his voice soft but filled with certainty. "It was hot."

Dev smiled, his eyes fluttering closed as he nestled closer to both of them. "I can't deny."