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“Are you two done in here?” Pietr leaned in the bedroom door. He was coated in a sheen of sweat. His tank clung to his chest. He’d watched the two of them making out, completely oblivious to him, for almost a full minute before interrupting.
“We barely started,” Misha murmured, waving him off. “Go away.”
Pietr chuckled. He pulled his shirt off, tossing it toward the closet. “I’m going to rinse off and change. Don’t mind me.” He paused in the bathroom door. “Wait, have you been kissing this whole time? We’ve been working out for almost an hour.”
“Shh,” Misha crooned. “We had an issue. This was how we decided to work it out.”
“We’re close to fucking. Promise,” Harper added.
“Are we?” Misha asked. “I thought we’d keep doing this.”
Harper moaned.
Misha chuckled and Pietr continued into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, letting it warm up as he tossed the rest of his clothes into the laundry basket. He scrubbed away the residue from the workout before stepping out again. He could hear Harper’s moan as the water turned back off. Through the door, he could see the way Misha curled overtop of her; his hips moving in slow shallow thrusts. Savoring.
He bit his lip, forcing himself to look away to dry his hair. He wanted to join in. Or murmur sweet words to Harper while Misha pounded into her. He groaned, his own cock twitching as he caught sight of them again.
“Are you going to cum for me, kitten?” Misha asked her. He leaned back, his hand going to the base of her neck. “So then I can cum for you?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Fu—fuck. Longer. Harder.”
He adjusted slightly, grabbing the back of her thighs to do just that. Harper reached up, pressing a hand to his stomach. It didn’t take him a whole lot longer before the high-pitch whine that Pietr loved so much washed over him. Harper sat up, grabbing Misha by the shoulders and pulling him to her again.
“Cum,” she panted. “Right where you are.”
Misha chuckled. “How badly do you want a big messy creampie?” He reached between them, rubbing her clit again. “Although you are already so fucking wet and wrecked, I’m not sure you could tell the difference.”
Pietr felt a groan rumble in this throat. They had the rules they had for good reasons, but there was still a very primal part of him that really wanted to see that.
“Oh,” Misha looked up at him with a laugh, “I forgot you were in the shower.” He looked down at Harper. “Should I give your pussy a rest and let Pietr have a taste of my dick?” His tongue swiped across her lips.
“Only if he wants to,” was her response.
“You know I want to,” Pietr chided, “but I won’t right now.” He approached the bed. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to Harper’s forehead then caught Misha’s lips briefly. “This is your time. Finish up, then come to the living room.”
He gave Misha a swat to the ass which made the man groan. He grabbed fresh clothes from the closet and dresser. He dressed quickly, leaving the two of them alone once more.
“Are they still going?” Cecil looked up from the couch. He’d cleaned up a little faster, it seemed.
“Almost done,” Pietr assured him. He took a seat on the edge of the coffee table across from Cecil. “I talked to Misha earlier. Now, I’m asking you. What do you want out of this?”
“I don’t want anything.” Cecil shook his head. “I’m having fun, don’t get me wrong. I hope we can do it again. But I don’t want this to be a thing.”
“Have you thought about if Misha wants more?”
“Does he?”
“Don’t get angry,” Pietr began, “but...Misha wants Harper.”
“I already know that.”
“I think Misha wants to have a relationship with Harper. Not necessarily the same way that you two have a relationship. He likes her.”
“I know, Pietr. I have known that. It’s the only reason I agreed to come and to try this.”
Pietr gave a firm nod. “Then we are all on the same page.”
“Not quite. What about you?”
“I’m happy if Harper is happy,” Pietr replied.
“And Harper?”
“To be honest, I don’t know what Harper wants. I think, like Misha, she would like to see what happens. To try something new. She gets something from him that she doesn’t get from me. The same way that I get something from Isaac, that I don’t get from her. The difference here is, she also gets something from Isaac that we both enjoy. Misha isn’t interested in me. I’m a bonus, he called it.”
“That couldn’t have felt good,” Cecil offered.
“No,” he agreed, “but I also get it. Sometimes...I wish I hadn’t encouraged Harper to join Isaac and me. Kept him for myself.”
“If you had done that, would this have happened?” Cecil motioned between the two of them and toward the bedroom. “Would Harper have even considered?”
“Probably not,” Pietr admitted.
“Sorry we took so long.” Misha’s voice sounded from the doorway. “As a matter of full disclosure, because I would want to know, Harper used the safe word early in our, eh, play session.”
“She did what?” Pietr turned slowly to look at him. He was still buttoning his chinos.
“It was my fault,” Misha kept a breezy tone. “She’s fine. Obviously, we continued. There was a miscommunication. We both learned a new limit.”
“What did you do to her?”
“Pietr, please.”
“No, Misha, you will tell me what you did.”
“I slapped her. In the face.”
Cecil swore. “Misha, why would you do that?!”
“We talked about it first. She said maybe. It wasn’t hard. It was enough to...” Misha struggled, “I startled her. I didn’t hurt her.”
“I can’t believe you,” Pietr grumbled.
“What?” Harper appeared behind Misha, combing her fingers through the longest part of her hair.
“He hit you,” Pietr informed her, as though she hadn’t been there. “Were you not going to tell me?”
“I would have,” she declared, “later.”
“Let me see.”
“Pietr, there isn’t anything to see.”
“Harper, it is one thing as your fiancé if I overstep a boundary. But Misha? It is a bigger deal to me. I was literally upstairs while he did this to you.”
“Pietr, I’m fine,” she pressed. She then made a show of smacking herself in the face with an open palm. “See? Fine.”
“Oh really?” Pietr stepped forward. He raised his hand and Harper inhaled and flinched. His palm touched her cheek, stroking his thumb across her skin “The fuck you are okay.” He stepped back, looking at Misha. “I trusted you with her.”
“Pietr, comrade, if I had hurt her, I would have come and gotten you immediately.”
“I’m not going to tell you to not be mad.” Harper reached out, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. “But I am perfectly okay. Do you think we would still have been going if I wasn’t? I’m as safe with Misha as I am with you.”
That statement dug into him. He recalled the time, a few short weeks ago, when she’d stopped him. Before they had the safe word. But he hadn’t physically hurt her. It had been his words. The mood they’d set, which had felt wrong.
“I don’t want to be here right now,” he announced.
“Pietr.” His shirt loosened from her fingers as he stepped around the two of them. “It’s not a big deal, bae.”
Pietr stopped, wanting to turn around and tell her how big of a deal it really was. To him, anyway. In his heart, he had this expectation of himself. To protect her, to provide for her. To nurture and let her grow. Let her explore and experience all the things that they’d never let themself do before. But...he’d trusted another person to do the same thing and she’d been slapped. In the face. Literally. He shook his head, hard, making his way out to the deck.
“Let him be,” he heard Misha murmur. “Give him a little time.”
Pietr’s chest tightened and he continued on his way out the door.