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When Dedue had first stepped foot in this brave new world, he would have never imagined that he could have this-- both Dimitri and Byleth, their love and desire. There's nothing lovelier than being able to wake up in the morning to both of their sleeping faces, to kiss them whenever they please, to hold them during the night.

Nothing lovelier, save perhaps these times when they are abed together.

Dimitri is behind their dear Professor, Dedue at the front of him, propped up on the pillows of their bed-- Byleth is pressed lovingly up against his chest, held securely there. Dedue raises his gaze from Byleth's face to up over his shoulder, where Dimitri has propped himself, and meets his eyes. After so many years of knowing each other, they barely need words to communicate anymore, and Dimitri can surely read the agreement in his eyes.

"Would you like that, Professor?" he asks, tipping Byleth's face up to steal a short kiss from his lips. "Shall we take care of you?"

Honestly, when he had arrived, if you had told him that he would be nestled between Dimitri and Dedue like this, he'd have laughed bitterly. Erku had soured him so acutely it took more time to heal than he could have imagined, but this? Oh. This is lovely. This is already wonderful and then-

Then Dimitri makes that suggestion, and Dedue kisses him and agrees.

Would you like that, Professor?

Be blinks for a moment to just. Kind of process it. Reaching back for Dimitri's hand, and pressing another kiss to Dedue's warm lips. Is he the luckiest man to ever exist? Possibly. Probably yes. Very yes.

Excuse him while his brain shorts out for a minute.

"Really?" Yes, really. "I- oh haha. Wow. Yes. Please?"

For that, he's more than glad. While the man had worried about Byleth in the beginning, he's more than happy to dispel any anxieties or worries he might have now about being unloved.

"Really," Dimitri echoes easily, mouth now finding the slope of Byleth's bare shoulder once more as his fingers twine with his. He can't fault the professor for needing a moment to gather himself in the face of... all of this. Admittedly, it'd been a lot for Dimitri in the beginning himself. But now? Now, it feels as natural as anything else and he's more than happy to be here for him. For both of them.

"So polite, too," Dimitri can't help but tease, lightly. "We can't refuse such an earnest request, can we?" Dimitri certainly can't, playful growl passing his lips as teeth scrape against Byleth's fair skin. He knows that out of them, he tends to be the most... enthusiastic.

It had taken time for Byleth to get used to the idea of being so thoroughly loved-- and by both of them, no less-- and perhaps his time on that terrible island has left scars that will always remain. What else can they do but assure him time and time again that their love is an unwavering thing? Unconditional, infinite.

There is a balance to it, as well, this relationship of theirs. He is a counterweight to Dimitri's enthusiasm, his eagerness. Dimitri draws him out of his shell, knows him with unparalleled intimacy. And Byleth is the lynchpin that brings them all together.

"We certainly cannot, when he asks us so nicely," Dedue says, moving his kisses from Byleth's lips down to his neck. His are sweet, gentle; no teeth, just perhaps a little suction when he feels like leaving pale red marks on that pretty pale skin.

"What would you like from us, Professor?" he asks, dragging his hands down to Byleth's waist, feeling all of the warm skin in between. "Would you like Dimitri inside of you, or me?"

Shutting down.

...

Rebooting.

Byleth's mouth hangs open as Dimitri knits their fingers together and kisses his shoulder, and Dedue's sweet lips travel down his neck. That is. Dizzying in it's own right. Just. Is this real life? The playful growl actually gets a little- well... it isn't a moan so much as the sound of air being squeezed out of Byleth's lungs. Again, harder when he registers that question Dedue asks.

"Oh... uh. Oh. Hold on." Neither of them will have ever see their dear Professor so red in all their days. The blush is well down his neck and on it's way to his shoulders now.

"Both...?" How is he supposed to choose? Make them roshambo for it? Flip a fucking coin? "Uh. I-" Could he take them both at once? Yeah he's a size queen but that is something that he will probably need to work up to. Not impossible, but not yet.

Eenie, meenie, miney, moe...

"You first, then Dimitri." Then he'll think about both at once. Or better yet, he could bend one of them over while the other... ok. He's getting ahead of himself here.

While they may not be able to undo the damage of certain wounds that Byleth's time on the island saw him carry, they can damn well try. They will. Dimitri and Dedue both are fiercely loyal, dedicated in their love, and would do anything for those that they chose to cherish.

So, it is real life. It's Byleth's best life. Dimitri and Dedue's, too, he's sure even though he doesn't want to speak for his vassal too much. He imagines that - like many things - they are on the same wavelength with this.

There's an amused huff against Byleth's skin at the indecision. It is something to not be lightly considered, truly. And while Byleth has his own fantasies already lined up, well- There will be time enough for all that now, won't there? "You heard the man, Dedue," he offers, glancing up with his good eye carrying a twinkle of mischief in it.

They are-- finally, for once in their lives-- all on the same page with this. And because of that, and the copious free time granted to them here, they have all the time in the world to happily indulge in every one of Byleth's whims and fantasies. After all of the work that their dear professor put in for them, isn't it only right that they give him everything that he desires?

His decision made, Dedue reaches over to the bedside table for the lubricant-- kept there now by habit, as they make frequent use of it. Though Byleth is hardly a stranger to these kinds of activities, and with the both of them, some preparation is still required to accommodate men of their... magnitude.

Dedue coats two fingers with lubricant, then hands the bottle back to Dimitri-- surely His Majesty will also have some ideas as to how to get their dear professor ready for the both of them in close succession. While Dimitri preoccupies himself with that, Dedue reaches his other hand around to palm at Byleth's ass, then gently pulls that cheek open to give his slick fingers access.

"His Majesty must have quite the view, Professor."

He feels like he might vibrate out of the visible light spectrum watching them both decide on just how to treat him. He's already out of breath and they haven't even started. Gasping sharp at the feeling of Dedue's hand, and those fingers pressing inside of him. A feeling he's very familiar with by now, but it just feels so good.

He wants to be properly surprised at the comment Dedue makes. He can so cheeky when he wants to be. Byleth unfortunately can't formulate words right now, not with the feeling of those fingers probing in, knowing all the best spots, and now his mind is really on Dimitri watching that. Flames. Having him see it and know that he's going to have his turn, too. Shared between them like some marvelous feast. This is actually more than he could ever ask for.

'Horny beyond words' is a turn of phrase but he really is actually, completely at a lack for intelligent comments in the moment. All he can think about is the feeling of both of them pressed against him, knowing he's safe, anticipating such immense pleasure at getting to be with both of them at once.

When Byleth's breath catches, Dimitri's gaze is back on him. He wants to see the faces he makes and hear every beautiful sound that passes his lips. Even as the bottle is handed to him, he isn't taking his good eye off Byleth for a moment. How could he? As he watches, clearly more than pleased with his view, he's coating his own fingers with lubricant.

Once he's satisfied, he's bringing his hand around Byleth's waist and down to circle around Byleth's burgeoning (if not already full-on) erection. He's careful, slow, and almost methodical with his strokes. He doesn't want Byleth to reach that edge too quickly now. Not before Dedue has his fun, at least. "I do," he murmurs, angling his head to dip in and press his lips against Byleth's neck, his cheek, and anywhere he can reach. "A royal view, really." Turns out, Dimitri can be quite cheeky himself!

Two fingers, even ones as large as Dedue’s, aren’t much trouble for Byleth these days. He takes them easily, beautifully, and Dedue always takes great pleasure in this part of bedding him— has ever since that first time that Byleth instructed him on how to do it. Dedue always remembers his lessons, both in the classroom and the bedroom.

It’s tempting to just warm Byleth up this way, finger him through an orgasm or two until he’s pliant and relaxed. But they had also promised their dear Professor their cocks, and he’s loath to renege on that.

“Will you tell His Majesty how it feels?”

Byleth’s words— if he can manage any— to go along with the sight of Dedue working a third finger into him, spreading him wide and pressing into those sensitive spots inside of him.

Having both of them here, laying between them, having them touch him together- Byleth has never been one to shy away from experimentation when it comes to sex. Still, this is a wholly new feeling for him. It's the love and care that makes all the difference. Also the fact that both Dimitri and Dedue are built like gods certainly doesn't hurt matters.

With Dedue's skilled fingers inside of him, stretching him open, and Dimitri's calloused hand rubbing his cock, he has a hard time even articulating an answer to that question. Even though the words alone make it feel like he's been set ablaze. When he does speak, his voice sounds so much smaller than he's used to. Pitching and catching at every movement.

"The- ah. Dedue... fingers feel. So warm. A-... and thick. I could cum. Just from this. It reminds me of all the times. He just. Fingered me. Over and over. And- ah. Dimitri. I love h-how good your hands feel. The callouses from lancing and swordplay. They feel amazing on my cock. How gentle you both are. Flames I'll cum soon if you aren't careful."

It only took long enough for him to get those words out for him to be achingly hard in Dimitri's grip, his hips thrusting and twitching into it.

It certainly doesn't hurt matters, does it? Dimitri loves watching the way that Byleth moves beneath Dedue's skilled fingers, he loves feeling the way his hips twitch up to chase the heat of his hand around him. The breathy words that Byleth can barely articulate get out help awaken his own arousal impressively fast.

"Is that so?" he asks, each word punctuated by kisses that are light and caring against Byleth's skin. "Well, I say that I'd hate for things to be over so soon but... I think that's far from the case, knowing us."

These boys can go for hours and Byleth, more than anyone, would know that.

Dedue has very fond memories of all the times that he had fingered Byleth-- over and over, as he says. Their dear Professor's stamina and short refractory period meant that he could make Byleth come on his fingers again and again and again until he was shaking and spent and beautiful. Truly a delight.

For all that he loves to do that, he needs to have more restraint for tonight. Though Dimitri brings up a good point-- the evening would be far from over, even if Byleth does come once or twice now. His stamina isn't limitless, but it is certainly better than just once or twice a night.

"Perhaps you are correct," he says, pressing his fingers in long, firm strokes against Byleth's prostate, a deliberate move to wring more pleasure from him. "And if he is to take the both of us, it would be for the best if he is as relaxed as possible."

They are both large men, so having Byleth pliant and relaxed would cause the least amount of strain on him. And, of course, both he and His Majesty would doubtless enjoy the process.

He has to prop his leg against Dedue's to allow himself to spread out more. He's rocking his hips and no matter which way he does, there's only more pleasure. He can tell they're absolutely trying to make him cum now. He knows full well he can go for hours and hours though, orgasm after orgasm. He opens his mouth to say something but all that comes out is a pitched moan.

"Aaahaaaaa--!" He can feel his body tense, thighs shaking as he clenches around Dedue's fingers inside him, and makes a mess of Dimitri's hand, and the sheets. They were absolutely right though. Even as the orgasm shakes through him, it only leaves him more aroused than before. Desperate to be full again. He's not really sure about 'relaxed' but he certainly does feel absolutely feral about wanting to he fucked right now.

"Please."

Dedue is right in his assumption. While Dimitri likes to take Byleth by surprise where he can, a relaxed and content is professor is much more enjoyable than one taken off-guard. To be pleased so is what Byleth deserves for all that he's done for them both; when he shudders and moans like that, it only serves as music to Dimitri's ears. The spill against the blond's palm is a welcome warmth, honestly, and one that only makes his smile grow for it.

"Beautiful," the king commentates, running his fingers idly along Byleth's length through his orgasm. The feeling of warm string of come along his fingers only urges him on further. Oh, he wants to feel Byleth's spend again and again and again against-

The profesor doesn't soften any and, really, that's impressive. "Do you want me too, Byleth?" he asks, equal parts teasing and sincere. His own hardened cock rubs against the man's backside as he squirms. "Could you handle us both?" Although he asks, the man already knows the answer. He can and will.

Byleth makes the loveliest sounds when he's being pleasured, and that holds true now when he shakes and shivers his way through an orgasm. Dedue finger-fucks him through it, until every last sticky drop has been wrung from him. It truly is a temptation to just keep going like this, to make Byleth arch and writhe until there's nothing left for him to give.

Dedue kisses him, after enough coherence has returned to him to beg for more.

He looks over Byleth's shoulder at Dimitri, cocking one pale eyebrow at him. "At the same time?"

To have them both at once would be quite the taxing endeavor, even for Byleth. Still, Dedue teases a fourth finger at Byleth's rim, as though contemplating trying to stretch him even further. It must be tortuous, especially with Dimitri's hard cock pressed against him. That's another temptation, and one that Dedue sees no reason to deny himself-- he traces the fingers of his free hand over His Majesty's cock as it ruts against Byleth.

"That would be quite the challenge."

"Yes," He breathes to the first question, "Yes. A thousand times yes." That covers just about everything. He shudders as Dedue teases his now empty hole, clenching around nothing, greedy for Dimitri's cock as it rubs against him.

"I don't care- I want it. I want you both to fuck me unconscious." The teasing is cutting through any dignity or resolve he started with like butter. And even better, watching Dedue's clever, wonderful fingers trace Dimitri's length. Touch him. He wants them both to use him all up, but he also wants to watch as they take each other. Flames, he's not sure he's ever been this horny in his weird little life.

"Please. Please. I need to be full." Need he says, but he truly does feel like he needs it. There's a kind of frenzied desperation in his voice now. He's worked up to the point that he's not really sure he's even making any kind of sense.

And isn't Byleth beautiful, in this way? Desperate and nearly incoherent with need for them? He's not sure many others could achieve such a thing. Dimitri gives a small, satisfied sigh at the feeling of warm fingers running along his cock. His hips rock to chase the heat of them eagerly but he doesn't forget about Byleth's needs either. How could he when the man is so sweet and needing between them?

"I think," he starts, allowing him to be guided by his vassal's hand, "the professor has made himself clear." Pre-come beads and rolls down from his tip in his eagerness. He presses against Byleth's warm, welcoming heat with a satisfied-sounding sigh. "Let us give him what he wants. What he needs." That part is just a little too satisfied, maybe, but can Dimitri really be faulted for it?

He jerks his hips up just enough to be taken in by Byleth inch by inch. "Ah-" Dimitri lets out in a shuddering, wanton moan. Goddess. Has it ever felt so good before? He doesn't think so.

Byleth is beautiful always, but especially like this, needy and desperate. To fuck him unconscious would be a difficult task, considering Byleth's prodigious stamina, but with both of their efforts combined, it may be possible. There is a certain appeal to it, he cannot deny.

Dimitri's cock is guided into Byleth by Dedue's hand. He may not be the man currently sheathed in warm, slick heat, but he feels a frisson of pleasure at the action as though he were. He runs his hand over Dimitri's hip, curls it around the firm swell of his ass. His Majesty is not the most gifted man in that arena, but Dedue doesn't mind that his asscheeks fit neatly in the palm of his large hand.

"How do you feel, Byleth?" Is it teasing, or does Dedue just like to hear how it feels? Could go either way. "Are you full enough yet?"

It would be difficult to work another cock inside of him, but perhaps not impossible if they're diligent and careful.

Gods be damned if they aren't cheeky when they're together. Dangerously so. He has very little time to be too embarrassed though because Dimitri is sinking into him with that utterly indulgent sound. Both of them look so beautiful. How has he ended up so blessed in this life? He can't help the sound he makes as Dimitri slides in, eyes meeting Dedue's as his lips tremble faintly.

It's not fair how good they all work together. How nicely they agree with each other. This could be heaven in all honesty, despite everything, just for this one experience. Watching Dedue touch Dimitri makes his own cock twitch, and he tightens around the man inside him.

"G...ood," He manages, rolling his hips back against Dimitri. This would be plenty full enough on any other day, but today there is the promise of so much more. SO much more. He brings a hand to smooth down Dedue's beautiful jawline, kissing him between needy huffs as he works himself on Dimitri's cock. "No... ah- I want. Both. I love you both."

He feels greedy asking for it, but given the situation, could anyone even remotely begin to blame him?

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