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"Love some. Thank you." Miles followed him inside, leaning against the counter as the espresso machine went to work. "Thank you for this, too. I hope it's all right that we stayed. I know this wasn't what you had in mind when you propositioned us."

Leander smiled and shook his head. "Some things are more important than a romp in the sack, even if it is with men as gorgeous as you two are. Though I certainly wouldn't complain if things still went that way."

Miles's lips turned into a smile as he took the cup, blowing on the steaming liquid before taking a sip. "Mmm. That's good. You still want things to go that way?"

"A man can dream, can't he? You and Tristan are too lovely together for me not to have a few dirty fantasies."

"Even considering our past?"

Leander shrugs. "Still hot. Maybe hotter."

Miles chuckled softly, shaking his head. He didn't seem at all perturbed by Leander's declaration, sipping his coffee. Leander tried not to leap to conclusions at the tiny encouragement.

"Darren likes you," Miles said finally, looking up at him. "Both of you. I do, too. We've never seriously played with anyone else before. I know it would take time to figure things out for us even if Tristan and I didn't know each other, but... I hope we can take that time." He hesitated, eyebrows knitting together. "Except... I've only ever subbed for Darren. I'm not sure I could submit to anyone else. I'm sorry."

Leander drained the remainder of his cup, trying to keep his cool. "Well, I was rather hoping I would be the one submitting."

"Yeah?" Miles smiled, unmistakably interested. "To me, or Darren?"

Whichever one of you is willing to fuck me hard and put me away wet, Leander thought. "Either. Both."

"And Tristan's definitely alright with this?"

"He's the one who initially suggested it. Playing with others, I mean. Well, and inviting you home last night." He glanced towards the stairs, thinking of Tristan still asleep in bed, warm and beautiful and relaxed. "I never thought I could meet anyone like him. Someone who could be a partner in the scene and in real life. He's so smart, so... intuitive. He knows what I need before I even do sometimes. He'd do anything if I asked him to. But he's just not...." he held up his hands helplessly, smiling at Miles's questioning look. Was there a more subtle way to put it? "A dom? And it's not that he's bad at it, but I know he has to lead in so many areas at work, and it's so much energy and... I don't want to ask him to be what he's not. So... this."

Miles nodded, nursing his coffee, thoughtful. "Darren told me a bit about your walk in the garden," he said, watching Leander carefully. "He... might have... facilitated a similar end to the evening for Tristan and me."

"Ooh, really?" Heart leaping, Leander couldn't hold back the excitement. "Oh, I'm so glad. Not because of some, you know, need for balance or whatever, I just - it felt like he really needed that with you. Thank you."

Miles lowered his eyes, chewing on his bottom lip despite his soft smile. Finally, he spoke again. "I found it really appealing last night, watching you watching us. We'd enjoy continuing to get to know both of you better before making any plans to... make things more complicated, but... Dare and I think it might be nice to maybe watch each other again later, at least to start? If you'd like to. If Tristan still wants to."

"We have a mirrored bedroom in our private dungeon in the basement." The words left Leander's mouth before he could stop them.

Thankfully, Miles chuckled, warm and undoubtedly approving. It triggered a wave of heat, making Leander twitch harder under his robe. "I'll be sure to tell Dare." Then he paused, laying a hand on Leander's shoulder. "Listen... he got Tristan and I talking about things last night after you went to bed. If you haven't had a chance to talk to Tristan yet... please make sure you're alright with... with however he might feel about me. Alright?"

There was the same genuine care there that Leander had seen in his interactions with Tristan the night before. It was the same care that had very much reassured Leander and left him hoping for a threesome in his absence. He smiled, placing a hand over Miles's and squeezing it reassuringly. "Thank you. I will, you have my word. Let me make an espresso for Darren, and I'll go talk to Tristan when he's up."

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13 - Reassurances

Leander Chase-Morgan

Once Miles returned to the guest house, Leander went back upstairs, stripping down to his underwear and crawling into bed. He nuzzled kisses into the sleepy warmth of Tristan's neck, cuddling close to him, tugging Tristan's underwear aside so he could slide down to suckle his half-hard cock. His husband let out a sleepy, appreciative noise, shifting to give him better access as his fingers stroked through Leander's hair. "Mmm... good morning..."

"It's a very good morning," Leander murmured. He hummed appreciatively as he filled his mouth with his husband, reveling in how Tristan twitched and hardened most enticingly under his ministrations. Part of him wanted to suck and swallow him until Tristan came down his throat, then fuck him until he came again. But talking with one's mouth full was difficult as well as rude. He wiggled Tristan's underwear down over his hips and off as he teased the underside of his head with his tongue, then swallowed him to the hilt once more.

His husband made a sleepy, happy noise, followed by a questioning one as Leander moved up his body.

"I just had coffee with Miles," he murmured, claiming Tristan's mouth as he brought their hips together, rocking against him slowly. "I'm very glad you had a bit of playtime last night, darling. We talked about a few things... like the fact that maybe later we should watch each other have sex again in our mirrored room downstairs."

Tristan's hips stuttered up into him as he drew a soft breath against Leander's mouth. "Really?"

"If you still want to, darling."

"Oh..." Tristan's cheeks grew flushed as Leander pulled back to look down at him. "I... but do you want to?"

Leander smirked, rolling his hips against him. "Can't you feel how hard I am right now?"