Rereading And I Just Really Really Really Like This Part "..sure Tommy Is Hard As Fucking Stone But That

rereading and i just really really really like this part "..sure Tommy is hard as fucking stone but that can wait, yeah that can wait cause right now all he can think about is John pressed to his side, of how his little brother is finally calm in his sleep, yeah, he'll deal with that later, he'll deal with the mess of John's cum later too, can't be bothered to even wipe it away with the blanket cause that seems like the worst idea possible, to wipe away.." *cradles the image of calm + lazy + no boundaries = not wiping any of it away ever* so precious

i feel like arthur will be really ripped up when he finds out though. and not willing, very resistant, shamed. if threeway is your end game vision, what are your thoughts?

oh you're giving m thoughts- (want to preface this with that 99% of my writing is ooc and i really have no care to make it super-duper accurate to the characters, i like the characters as they are ofc but usually i'm just self-indulgant and write what i WANT to see them do, not what they actually WOULD do in canon)

Tommy would be the type to just bask in the post-nut sludge brain, breathing deep and slow, eyes nearly shut as he plays with the mix of cum on his stomach, drawing shapes in it, pushing it all into a puddle then spreading it out again, probably rubbed it into his skin with his palm once and jumped when John let out a strained "Fuck-" cause Tommy kinda forgot he was in the room too, like the slick feeling between his legs and the cum on his belly just magically appeared there, not a product of his little brother.

It becomes the standard after that- never wiping it off with a cloth, but just rubbing it in till it's just tacky on his skin and he reeks of John's spend. Sometimes John is the one to rub it into Tommy's skin, wherever he spills: belly, back, chest, thighs, ass, face... yeah he really likes smearing his cum across Tommy's pretty face, scooping most of it up with his fingers to let Tommy suck it off of them, watching his older brother's lips purse and cheeks hollow as he moans. Whatever's left -a mix of John's cum and Tommy's spit- gets rubbed in, slow and sweet and gentle, all the way down to his neck, and John can't help himself, just can't fucking stop himself from licking a wet stripe up Tommy's neck to his lips and kissing his older brother just to taste them all mixed up.

"Taste like a fucking dream, sweetheart." Tommy hates being called any sort of pet name but John knows he can get away with it while his older brother is all dazed and cum drunk.

Tommy doesn't wash up before getting dressed and going on about his day

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ngl i have a million different trains of thought when it comes to these three (sometimes four,,,) so sometimes it's Arthur/Tommy that are the start of everything and John introduced later, sometimes all three of them falling into place like an inevitable wave and are all more than eager, sometimes it's Arthur/John with the looming threat of Tommy finding out. EVERYTHING IS ON THE TABLE HERE

in this particular story-

Once he figures it out, Arthur feels used (not a new feeling for him when it comes to Tommy) and a lot uncomfortable knowing Tommy is touching their baby brother. He had been... aware... that those two had looked at him with carnal desire for quite some time. But they'd only ever been thoughts, never actions, he could push the feeling of their eyes off him but could he push the feeling of Tommy's hands out of his mind when he knows Tommy is doing it for John to watch?

It's not like he could avoid Tommy, can't even keep out of his reach without making it a huge scene every time they're in each other's presence. What to do what to do. He doesn't do anything, doesn't even try cause he hopes it's just a little pulse of lust that will dissipate and eventually go away, Tommy will stop touching him and John will stop the fucking staring. He's tense and there's bile rising in his throat and there's that feeling of being watched by something aside from John.

It never stops, no, Tommy just gets more and more bold, placing his hands wherever he likes, moving them around with his eyes firmly fixed on John, trying to find the spot on Arthur's body that makes their baby brother's eyes go dark.

That place is usually somewhere around their big brother's hips or neck, especially likes it when Tommy brushes Arthur's hair out of his eyes before going down to wrap a loose hand around his throat, other hand trailing down his chest, tweaking the buttons of his shirt as he goes, threatening to open each and every one of them to bare Arthur to John, before reaching it's home on Arthur's sharp hip bone, squeezing and kneading the miniscule flesh of his ass.

"Why do you fight this so hard, brother? Don't you want to give Johnny what he wants? Let our baby brother see you." Tommy whispers the last part right next to Arthur's ear, drawing a shiver from him.

Every muscle in Arthur's body wants to spring himself free from Tommy's hold, every voice in his head wants to scream for... help? no, nobody would help him, they wouldn't even believe him, who would believe that his own flesh and blood wanted him in such a way?

The pleaser and the soldier and the provider in him all yearn to give John and Tommy anything they ask of him though. And if this is what they so desperately want, who is he to deny them.

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OH GROSS ARTHUR HOW DARE YOU THINK ABOUT FUCKING YOUR KIN- do it