Under the Mistletoe

December 24, 2019

☀️= Sol
🏋🏼‍♂️ = Alex
😈 = Byron
💕 = Lachlan

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Lachlan wakes to a mouth on his pelvis and hands running down his bruised thighs. He blinks slowly and looks down his body to where Alex nestles and suckles more hickeys into his skin.

"Good morning, baby boy," Alex mouths along his underwear and Lachlan realises that he's achingly hard against the fabric.

Daddy, sits on the tip of his tongue but Lachlan holds it back as a hand slips into his. Glancing to his left Lachlan finds Byron sitting there with a Santa hat on and Sol nestled behind him licking and biting at Byron's shoulder.

"Merry Christmas," Byron whispers, leaning forward to kiss Lachlan. Sol moves with him and he must breach the man because Byron moans brokenly against Lachlan's mouth as he gives a full-body shudder.

"Merry Christmas Eve," Alex corrects, biting at the fabric of Lachlan's underwear. He drags it down with his teeth and Lachlan gasps, reaching his hand down to twist into Alex's hair.

"Eve, Steve. It's Christmas, babe. Christmas sex is the best sex." Byron pulls away from Lachlan to nestle back against Sol. "Also, sneaky sex is amazing. This is both."

"W-Why is this sneaky?" Lachlan asks, shuddering and gripping Alex's hair tighter as the man takes him in his mouth.

"Because we're between Lyric and Ziggy's rooms," Sol says, voice rough as he starts thrusting forward. Byron groans and squeezes Lachlan's hand as he moves with each thrust.

"Please don't say their names when you're balls deep inside me."

"Sorry, babe," Sol doesn't sound apologetic, though. Lachlan watches as Sol moves a little faster, a little more rhythmic. Sweat builds upon Byron's temple.

Further down his body Alex cups Lachlan's scrotum. Lachlan's breath hitches as Alex pops off his cock and licks down until his mouth is at Lachlan's rim. He works him for a while, pushing Lachlan closer and closer to his release before moving away.

"W-Wait, daddy, I'm so c-close!" Lachlan spreads his thighs for Alex, tugging on his hair to keep him there. Alex hums under his breath and reaches for Lachlan's wrist, pulling his hand away to kiss his palm.

"I know, sweetheart," Alex murmurs and pushes Lachlan's thighs apart as he draws his pyjama shorts down. "But I want to feel you clench around me when you come."

His words leave Lachlan breathless as Alex holds his hips and angles them upwards. He scrabbles for a hold in the blankets as the tip of him rubs along his rim but before Alex can fully enter Byron's calling a halt.

"Can't we, you know," Byron says with a wave of his hand. Lachlan raises an eyebrow, half-annoyed with Byron for interrupting and half-curious as to what Byron means.

It seems Alex and Sol know because they share a chuckle. Lachlan pouts as it's obviously something between the three of them that he's not apart of.

"Wipe that pout away," Alex chuckles and wipes his thumb along Lachlan's lower lip. "Byron's asking if we can, uh, for lack of a better word train it."

"What does that mean?" Lachlan resists crossing his arms over his chest. Alex grins and shifts away from Lachlan to sit behind Sol.