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[HARPER] Are you home?
[PIETR] Yes. Isaac and I just finished some fun.
[PIETR] Are you on your way back?
[HARPER] Yes. Ten minutes or so.
[PIETR] Good. See you then.
Pietr tapped his screen back off before dropping it onto the charging pad. He turned into Isaac who was still catching his breath beside him.
“Harper and Meesh are on their way back.” He pressed a palm to Isaac’s chest, stroking his fingers gently between the defined pectorals. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Isaac pressed a hand on top of Pietr’s, “I’m good.” He turned his head, a lazy grin on his lips. “That was fun.”
“Da, it was,” he agreed. He caught Isaac’s lips. His palm moved to the man’s cheek, pulling him closer. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Pietr frowned. “Then why do you sound so sad when you say it?”
“I’m not sad,” Isaac assured him. He let out a soft sigh. “I’m...I’m not sad,” he repeated. “I’m lonely and being so far away from the two of you is hard. Virtual doesn’t always cut, especially when I was so lucky to spend some time with Harper last month. Being here again so soon... It sucks to go home alone, where no one is waiting for me.”
“What do you want to do to change that?” Pietr asked. “You’ve said you don’t want to live with us. It’s more expensive here than in LA.”
“I don’t want to move if I don’t know it’s going to be the last time,” Isaac said. “You still have years of hockey left. You could get traded to another city, another team. I don’t want to bounce around like that.”
“I am doing my best so that my contract gets renewed next year with another No Trade clause. They can sign me for like seven or eight years. I’d settle for five.”
“What if they don’t?”
“Then...” he sighed and shrugged, “I entertain offers and figure it out. This isn’t about me. It’s about you. What do you want?”
“I want this to be easier,” Isaac admitted. “I wish I could pick up and move, knowing that it would solve everything. That I’d feel better. But that’s a lot to put on the two of you.”
Pietr didn’t have the words to reassure his boyfriend. Instead, he pulled him close and just held him. Isaac squeezed him tighter. They tried to just enjoy being in each other’s arms, connected everywhere their bare skin touched, until they heard the front door open.
“Pietr? Isaac? We’re back!” Harper’s voice called out.
“I don’t have answers for you,” Pietr’s voice was low. “I won’t tell you what to do. Any time you’re away from us and you feel lonely, you can call. You can visit. Harper can come to you, almost whenever you want. And, I say this with all the love in my heart,” he brushed his fingers over Isaac’s forehead, “tonight, we go out for drinks. Maybe you loosen up a little bit? Relax. Have fun with the guys.”
“Is Gregor going to be there?” Isaac asked, suspicious.
“Yes,” he admitted. “He is one of my friends and a teammate.”
Isaac sighed. “Yeah, all right. I’ll try.”
“Good.” Pietr pressed a kiss to his forehead. “We had better pull clothes back on or Harper will yell at us.”
“Harper needs to get more comfortable with casual nudity.”
“That is what I said!” Pietr rolled away, reaching for the pair of boxers that had been cast aside earlier. “But she will not budge. Plus, Meesh is here. I’m not sure how he feels about it either. Though...I’ve already seen it.”
Isaac grabbed his own shorts, following Pietr toward the door. He grabbed Pietr’s wrist before he opened it. “Hold on. Be honest with me. Are the rumors about Meesh true?”
“What rumors?” Pietr played dumb.
“You know. How big he is.”
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Pietr raised an eyebrow. He tugged him closer, pushing him up against the door. “Am I not enough for you? You want to try bigger model? Harper has a big cock you could try.”
Isaac’s cheeks flushed red making Pietr laugh as he kissed him again. “I’m just curious. I don’t I want to mess around with him.”
Pietr let out a soft growl. “Between us, yes, it is true. Misha is huge. Watching Harper take him is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He inhaled deeply, the image flooding from his memory. He grinned. “Though, to be fair, I think most of what Harper is willing to do in bed is sexy as hell.”
“She does have a pretty moan,” Isaac added.
“Let’s go see if she wants to let us hear it, eh?”
They stumbled out of the bedroom and nearly into Harper.
“Oh! You two have been having fun.”
“Da. Now we want to have fun with you.” Pietr caught her lips in a kiss.
Harper let out a nervous laugh. “Oh yeah?”
“Yah.” Pietr nodded. “Then nap. I like our naps. Naked. And when the alarm goes off, we wake up slow with sweet sensua—ai!” He jerked forward as a hand slapped his ass.
“Hey,” Misha’s voice was low and gravelly, “horndog. You forgot I was here, didn’t you?”
“How could I?” Pietr asked, raising an eyebrow. “Question for you. Did you bring up the possibility of Isaac, eh, contributing to some fun? You’ve talked to Cecil since the photos went live, da?”
Misha let out a light laugh. “It came up.”
“And?”
“He said I could do what I wanted, so long as I was honest about it.”
“Good.” Pietr grinned. “Then you can come too. Isaac wants to see your cock.”
“I do not!” Isaac scoffed. “I just asked if the rumors were true!”
“They are,” Harper and Misha said together.
Misha began slowly buttoning his shirt. “You really want to play together?”
“Da,” Pietr nodded. “The bed is big enough, but we can do it in the living room, if you like?”
“Like we did at the manor with Cecil? Your couch isn’t that big,” Misha replied. “The bed is good.” He looked at Harper as he reached the end of his buttons. “Do you want to play?”
Harper looked between the three of them, apprehensive.
“Kitten,” Misha’s voice held the tiniest hint of warning, “it’s okay to say no.”
“I do!” She assured him. “I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to. Any of you.”
“Baby,” Pietr crooned, “you are the only one I am afraid of pushing around.” He kissed her forehead. “I want to, Misha wants to. Isaac?”
“I’ll watch,” Isaac offered. He took Harper’s wrist, rubbing his thumb across the inside. “I’m curious how you’re different with them.”
“You want to see Harper play rough?” Misha asked. “You don’t test limits with her?”
“No,” Isaac shook his head, “not really.”
“Interesting.” He flicked his eyes over Harper. “I was going to savor being soft with you today, but if you are okay with harder?”
“Yes.” Harper nodded.
Misha chuckled. “There is that dirty sparkle I like so much.” He looked up at Pietr. “And you? What do you want?”
Pietr raised an eyebrow. “I’d tell you that you could be a little rough with me too, but I have a game tonight so...tell me what I can do for you.”
Misha hummed. “I’ll take it easy on you. Harper, pick your number. One through ten.”
“Eight.”
“You always pick eight,” he chided.
“It’s a good number.”
Misha grunted. “Compromise. We don’t want to scare Isaac, so we go to a six. Then tonight, when we’re alone, we go up to nine.” He watched her contemplate the idea, chewing her bottom lip between her teeth. “Harper?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” He spun her around, shoving her lightly toward the open bedroom door. “Go on. Naked. Now.” He turned to Pietr, giving him a little shove too. “You. Where are the toys?”
“The chest at the end of the bed,” Pietr informed him. “Are you looking for something particular?”
“I’ll know it when I see it.” Misha prodded him again. “Go join your wife. But don’t touch.” Misha turned to look at Isaac. “You, come with me.” He led Isaac into the bedroom to the chair that sat next to the dresser. “You pick up from that side. We set it over there by the bed for a better view.”
While they moved the chair, Pietr had pulled off his boxers again and was watching Harper pull off her clothes. He wanted nothing more than to hold her down beneath him and pepper her face with kisses. The rest of her body too. He decided to humor Misha’s Dom orders. He relaxed against the pillows, looking away from the temptation of Harper. Misha had opened the small chest. It was more of a decorative piece with a couple of inserts for organization.
“I don’t see the wand toy, like you have at the manor,” Misha said.
“I think it’s charging in the closet,” Harper told him. “Do you want me to get it?”
“Yes. Also, grab two of Pietr’s ugliest ties—ah, actually, make it three. Just in case. Unless you have rope? Or scarves maybe? Nothing too stretchy.”
“Misha, bondage isn’t—”
“Do you trust me, Kiska?”
It took her an extra moment, but she did finally answer, “Yes. I trust you.”
“Then do as I say.”
Harper disappeared into the closet for a minute, returning with the wand and handing over three of Pietr’s ties.
“Yikes,” Misha grimaced, “does this have Bugs Bunny on it? Pietr, why?”
“It was gift,” he shrugged.
“Did they hate you?”
“No,” Isaac laughed, “it was a joke.”
“You gave him this?” Misha let out a string of soft Russian admonishment. He tossed them down on the bed along with the wand. “Last thing. Where are the condoms? Lube?”
“Drawer.” Harper motioned to her side.
“Get them out,” Misha instructed. “Then, both of you, sit on the edge of the bed. This side. About a foot and half apart.”
Harper did so, tossing out a couple of each size, not sure what Misha was planning on putting to use. Finished, she sat on the edge of the bed, a healthy space between Pietr and herself.
“He’s taking this very seriously,” Pietr whispered, watching Misha draw his shirt over his head. He still had a gauze bandage taped securely over his right bicep.
“You’re going to get into trouble,” Harper whispered back.
“He is,” Misha agreed, beginning to unbutton his jeans. “I think he can take more than you.” He paused, gripping Pietr’s chin. He grunted, looking down at him. “You better pick a number too. One through ten.”
“You’re giving Harper six?”
“Yes.”
“Give me seven.”
Misha chuckled. “Not before a game, but I like your spirit.” He kissed him then, coaxing his mouth open to stroke their tongues together. When he’d had his fill, he released Pietr to step back again, letting his jeans drop from his hips, followed by his boxers.
Isaac swore from his vantage point.
“No commentary from the gallery,” Misha retorted. “Unless you plan on joining.”
“Fuck no.” Isaac shook his head. “Too big for me, Meesh.”
Misha smirked, turning back to the couple. “Go ahead. Suck it. Both of you. Before it gets too big.”
“Shit, you get bigger?”
Misha’s laugh rumbled from his chest He smoothed Harper’s hair back from her face as she lifted his cock to share with Pietr. Lips and tongues met before they broke for a couple of soft kisses for themselves. He snapped his fingers over their heads.
“Focus. You can kiss all you want when I leave tomorrow.”
“Bossy,” Pietr teased. He wrapped a hand around Misha’s base before running his tongue along its length, still not quite fully erect. Not that Misha’s heavy cock could stand up on its own without support for long. Pietr still teased him, letting his tongue meet with Harper’s at the head, stealing another short peck to the lips. Harper tensed slightly, almost like she was waiting for punishment. Misha smoothed a hand over her hair again, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. Then dug his fingers into Pietr’s hair, pulling hard.
“You aren’t listening today, comrade,” Misha chided. “I had other plans for those ties, but now I have a better idea.”