"He's cute," Bressie pointed out. Louis looked over to where his lover was indicating a tall, thin brunet with rings on every finger and baggy, black jeans.

"He's...okay," Louis accessed as he looked around for another option. "Oh, what about him?" Bressie investigated Louis' pick; a thick, built guy with short black hair and a tattoo that crept up his arm.

"At least you have a type," Bressie quipped. "But no, I don't want another me in this. I'm in charge."

Louis chuckled and gripped Bressie's bicep in his hand. "That's not misogynistic at all." With a kiss to his cheek, Louis pulled him deeper into the crowd to keep looking. Bressie pressed himself to Louis' back, dancing against him while he nuzzled into his hair. "Are you sure we should do this? I mean, if we can't find someone that's perfect, I don't want to do it," Louis questioned.

"Don't give up. We'll find someone that's-" Bressie stopped short and clenched his fingers on Louis' hips. "Perfect."

"Where?" Louis urged.

Bressie turned him just a little and spoke in his ear. "The blondie with the tight jeans." Louis saw him almost immediately. A boy probably about Louis' age with bleached blond hair and broad shoulders but a lithe frame. He was in between a curvy girl and a muscular man, being rocked filthily between them.

"He's already claimed, I think." Louis looked up to Bressie and received a raised brow. "I like the challenge," Louis smirked. Bressie took Louis' hand and pulled them through the mass until their newest conquest was right in front of them. Louis let a hand wander to the blond's hips, getting his attention. The boy gave him a shy smile, eyes running down Louis' body and back to his eyes.

Louis leaned in, lips teasing along his sweaty cheek. "'M Louis. This is my friend Bressie," Louis introduced and thumbed back to the larger man.

"Niall," he returned and looked intently down to where Louis' hand was sliding along his hip to the small of his back. The brunet lad pulled Niall closer, loosening the grip the other two had on him, much to their displeasure.

"Dance with us?" Louis requested. The new one looked from Louis to Bressie, blushing and then nodding. The smug tilt of Louis' lips was probably not needed, but it felt damn good. "Excuse us, loves," he interrupted and snagged their new addition from the people he was with before.

Louis pulled Niall between him and Bressie, making the thin blond lose his breath, his eyes going wide. The Doncaster lad rubbed his small, tan fingers lightly up Niall's sides. "Relax, babe."

Bressie leaned in and kissed his neck. In response, Niall froze, eyes falling shut. "Let us take care of you." When the quiet boy didn't answer, the larger man sent Louis a worried look, but Louis just shook his head and glanced downward. Following his line of sight, Bressie looked down over the blond's shoulder and groaned. Niall was quiet, stilted in his movements, but hard in his pants.

Well, in the very least, he was attracted to them. Now, to get him to loosen up. Louis' hands were still wandering, up his chest to rest on his collarbone. "Can we go sit down, Niall?" His crystal blue eyes opened and flicked all over Louis' face before nodding shortly.

With the permission, Bressie wrapped a sure arm around his waist and led the group to the much quieter section of booths. Louis slid in first, and then Niall, and finally Bressie. Niall had both hands in his lap, partially covering his obvious arousal, while he fiddled with his fingernails.

"Do you know why we picked you, Niall?" Louis asked. Niall shook his head as he licked across his lips. "We picked you because you were just screaming out for us to come and give you everything you want."

"I don't-" He loosed a shaky breath and started again. "I don't know what you mean."

Bressie place a hand on Niall's knee but didn't move it any further. "If you could do anything in the world with the two of us right now, what would it be?" he wondered.

Niall floundered for something to say, eyes dropping to his lap with a self-deprecating laugh. "That's not- I can't say that."

Louis and Bressie both knew, right then, that they'd made the perfect choice. Louis let his breath fan over Niall's soft neck. "You can say anything you want. I'm sure it's not worse than the things I'm thinking up to do to you."

The blond groaned, and Bressie caught the quick press of the heel of his hand pushing down on his constricted erection. "It's not- nice," Niall clarified.

The pair couldn't help their laugh, and Louis nodded in understanding. "Neither are the things we want."

Niall seemed to accept that, mouth relaxing from its tense line. "What are some things you want?" he asked nervously.

Louis tilted his head back and forth on his shoulders, considering. "If I tell you, will you tell me what you want?" The skittish boy swallowed hard but agreed, so Louis turned into him and got close enough that he could keep his voice low for just the three of them. "I want to take you home." That seemed to relieve Niall. "I want to take all of these clothes off you and run my hands all over your body." At that, Louis slowly, making sure Niall was on board, let his hands roam up to Niall's hips. "You look like you taste good. You'd let me taste you, right?"

Niall shivered and then nodded quickly. Delighted, Louis slid his hand closer to where Niall was thick against his jeans. "I bet you make the prettiest noises, love. I could make you come so hard."

Niall was leaning heavily back on Bressie's chest now, eyes intently watching as Louis squeezed on the hard line of him through his trousers. "Louis," he murmured and tucked his face into Bressie's shoulder. The blond tilted his chin up, locking eyes with the larger Irishman. "What about you?"

"What about me, mate?"

Niall's hand clamped down on Bressie's thigh as Louis started to stroke him over the fabric. "What do- do you want to do to me, Bressie?"

Bressie nipped at Niall's earlobe and hummed. "Sure you want to know?"

"Is it that bad?"

Smoothing a hand up Niall's shirt to scratch lightly across the boy's chest, Bressie chuckled. "Babe, it's filthy."

"Fucking tell me, Brez," Niall begged. He arched into Louis' hand but shook his head. "Wait- no, no. I'm too close."

Louis' smile was filled with bad intentions. "Oh, Bressie, he is perfect."

The broad lad couldn't agree more. "How about we take this back to mine, and I can show you the things I want to do to you instead." He got up from the booth and held a hand out for the younger guy. Niall looked back at Louis, received a reassuring nod, and took Bressie's hand.

On the way back, Niall was sat in the passenger seat while Louis rode in the back of Bressie's car. At one point, the tall brunet reached across the seat and held a hand out for Niall to take, which he did, thankfully. Bressie felt like he was treading on thin ice. He and Louis had never taken another bloke home together before. Their friends with benefits relationship was usually more simple. But, one night, Louis just sort of mentioned that he'd love to see how Brez was with someone else in bed, and since then, it'd been on both of their minds non-stop.

Louis, though, had less reservations about the unique circumstance. He reached around the seat and palmed Niall boldly. When Niall groaned and turned to look at the blue-eyed lad with surprise, Louis just smirked. "Just making sure you stay hard. I want to see how much you want me when I take your clothes off."

"No worries there," Niall quipped and rocked into Louis' hand again. "Bressie, please, drive faster," he begged.

Louis hummed and rested his head on Niall's shoulder to look at Bressie with delight. "Sounds so pretty when he's turned on, doesn't he, babe?"

"Lou- Jesus," Bressie groaned as his eyes flicked between Niall's lap and the road. "We're almost- Niall, don't come," he warned when he saw Niall biting down on his lip and shifting restlessly. He sped up, going an unsafe speed now. Finally, he turned into a less crowded neighborhood and pulled into a driveway, to which Niall swore happily and hopped out of the car.

The other two were close behind, Bressie's arms wrapped around Louis from behind while he kissed along his shoulder and neck. Stumbling inside, Bressie grabbed Louis and Niall by the hands and tugged them upstairs.

"Get your kits off. Now," Bressie instructed as he pulled at Niall's shirt. The blond whipped his shirt over his head with the broad man's help while Louis pushed his jeans and pants down to the floor. Bressie kept both boys in his sight, watching as more and more skin was exposed. Louis was naked before Niall could get the courage to undo his trousers.

The curvy lad wrapped hands around Niall's thin waist. "Gonna let us see? I'd personally love to get my hands on you," Louis goaded. He ran a flat palm across the edge of Niall's jeans, making the younger boy moan quietly.

"'M just nervous," Niall complained. Bressie cupped his fellow Irishman's jaw in his hand and tilted his head up to look him in the eye.

"How about I let you take my clothes off first?" he suggested.

Niall curled a fist in the tight plaid covering Bressie's torso. "You'll go first?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to."

"Trust me," Louis purred, "you want to see what's under there." Niall used the handful of Bressie's shirt he already had to pull on the fabric restlessly. Both hands went up and started hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt.

Apparently, he couldn't move fast enough. "Ugh, fuck it," he cursed and ripped the buttons off, tearing Bressie's shirt open. Louis' delighted laugh was accompanied by Bressie's eye roll.

"He's got fifty more just like it, don't worry," Louis teased, but Niall wasn't listening. He was too busy sliding has hands up the broad planes of Bressie's torso. His fingers rippled over the hills and valleys of his abs, up to his firm chest splattered with hair. Then, they splayed across his shoulders, pushing the fabric off his body. The taller lad let it fall to the floor and brought his hands up to rest on Niall's hips.

"Halfway there," Bressie reminded him.

Louis snuck his hands around to Niall's front and tapped on the button of his jeans. "How about we go at the same time?"

Niall huffed a breath of fire as Louis tickled a finger along his zipper. "Yeah, okay," he agreed.

Together, the two younger boys unbuttoned the respective pieces of clothing. Then zippers. Louis tucked his hands under Niall's trousers and Niall did the same to Bressie. The broad brunet laved kisses between the two when he could reach. The Louis slid Niall's jeans down, his hands coming back up the blond's thighs as Niall pushed Bressie's down.

Niall's eyes were glued, stuck unwillingly, to Bressie's contained erection. He licked over his dry lips and pulled on the waistband, sliding it over his fellow Irishman's bulge and then dropping the fabric down his legs. Bressie's cock hung heavy in the air, then in Niall's hand when he wrapped barely there fingers around him. As Bressie stepped out of his clothing, Louis afforded the same exposure to their new partner. He inched Niall's pants over the curve of his ass, letting his hard on slide against the smooth, warm skin as he pulled the fabric lower, then off.

"Look at that bum, Brez," Louis cooed. "He's so cute." Niall gave a small whine at being treated like a toy before palming his erection quickly.

Bressie leaned in and licked across Niall's earlobe before tugging on it with his teeth, making Niall inhale sharply. "Want to know all of the bad things I want to do to you now?" Niall nodded shakily as he ground his hips against the brown-eyed man. In response, Bressie groaned and took a firm grip on his arm, pulling him to the bed. "Hands and knees right here at the end," he instructed.

The blond climbed on the bed, sitting back on his heels and looking over his shoulder with nervous eyes. "Be careful with me," he requested. "It's been awhile, and I've definitely never done this before."

Louis climbed on the bed with him and led Niall to kiss him. "We'll take care of you, love," he promised. Niall nodded, trusting the two he'd just met. The Doncaster lad positioned him smoothly onto all fours, knees spread in invitation.

"Lou, get the lube and condoms, please," Bressie assigned. While his pixie lover went to rifle through Bressie's drawers, the older guy palmed at Niall's pale ass. His hands covered the entire expanse, dwarfing the younger playmate. "Hey, babe?" When Niall looked over his shoulder, Bressie asked, "Can I eat you out?"

The blond laughed airily at that in disbelief. "People really do that?"

Bressie's laugh matched. "Let me, and find out." Niall let his head fall and nodded in permission. Just as Louis came back with supplies, a few more than he'd asked for, Bressie spread Niall open and licked across his hole.

"Oh, okay. Moving right along, aren't we," Louis quipped as he dropped the new stuff on the bed. "Hey, Niall? Think you can focus enough to open me up?"

Niall groaned and then chuckled. "I'll do what I have to to get to that ass."

"Smart man," Bressie noted and pushed his mouth against Niall's rim again. Louis couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips, but he rolled his eyes all the same as he got back on the bed and laid down right under Niall's head, knees bracketing his face.

Faced with Louis' thick arousal, Niall bit down on his lip and lowered down to press his face against the plane of Louis' pelvis. "You're so fit, Lou."

Bressie groaned behind them and started pushing his tongue inside the blond boy. He smacked a hand down on Niall's milky white cheek, making the youngest moan and rock back on his face. A spark of possessive dominance flickered in Bressie's blood, and he gripped Niall's cheeks harder, nipping at his loosening ring of muscles as he slapped his ass again. He came up for air and growled, "So fucking needy, baby."

Niall fisted the duvet in one hand and scratched down Louis' thigh with the other. "Don't stop, Brez. Need to come. I've been hard forever," the bottom pleaded. He mouthed along Louis' hard shaft while sounds spilled from between his lips.

Louis hummed happily. "Here, babe. Fuck me open," Louis suggested as he produced a small dido, already slick. The Irishman looked a bit dazed but took the toy and buried his face in Louis' pubic hair again.

He felt between Louis' cheeks until the tight pucker of his hole brushed his fingers. The blond swirled the dry finger lightly a few times, feeling how Louis clenched at the sensation. Then, with the dildo pressed against the brunet, Niall pushed just the head inside.

Bressie wiggled his tongue deep inside Niall and moaned as the boy tightened around him. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh and pushed his head back and forth, penetrating Niall with wet sounds. Niall was panting hot breaths over Louis' length, pushing the toy deeper, and trying not to cry with the overwhelming heat of his building orgasm.

"Brez, Brez. Oh, God- shit-" Niall fingers shook around the end of the dildo he was fucking Louis with as his other snapped to his own dick, pulling himself off lightning fast just before his orgasm pummeled through him. He pressed his forehead into Louis' hips and moaned through the waves, then, groaned and squeezed the last of his release from his wet head, shying away from Bressie's still exploring mouth.

Louis was lifted up on his elbows, watching Niall as he swiveled his hips on the toy inside him. "Look how red he gets, Brez," Louis awed. "He's so cute."

Niall could barely breathe, but he still pushed out, "Shut up, wanker. It's not fair; he's really good."

"I know," Louis agreed with a raised brow. "Babe, still waiting," he reminded and wiggled his bum, cheeks flexing around the dildo. Niall nodded languidly and resumed opening his new lover up easily. Behind him, the blond felt Bressie press his thick length against his spread ass.

Bressie hummed in appreciation and said, "I'm gonna finger you open really good for me. Then, I want to fuck you while you fuck Louis." Niall groaned and rolled his hips back on Bressie as his show of approval. Suddenly, he was pushing inside Louis faster, begging for the boy to be ready soon because Niall was on his way to hard again painfully fast.

With a hand wrapped around himself, the smaller Irishman urged Bressie, "Hurry up and get inside me. I've been begging to feel you all night."

"Begging who?" Bressie asked teasingly. "I haven't heard any."

Niall pulled the toy out of Louis and set it down on the bed before bringing that hand back and pulling Bressie closer by the hips so he was rocking his blunt head against Niall's hole. "Begging God, Brez. I knew begging you would get me nowhere," he snarked.

Louis laughed, delighted, and added, "He's right. This loaf doesn't fuck until he's dead ready."

The broad lad reached around the blond and slapped Louis' thigh playfully. "Shut it or you'll get nothing tonight." In return, Louis hummed in mock sadness and turned over onto his knees, ass in the air to wiggle it in their faces.

"Sure? I know you love how hot I am inside. It'd be a shame if someone didn't fuck me tonight now that I'm all open and needy," the blue-eyed temptress coaxed.

Niall groaned and surged forward, burying his face between Louis' cheeks like he couldn't stand it anymore. Louis gasped and then moaned at the sudden pleasure, hand going around his dick with a firm squeeze- not moving- until Bressie yanked Niall up on his knees by his hair. Both boys whined at the loss, but the older lad only bit down on Niall's shoulder.

"You didn't get my permission, babe," Bressie warned, stone cold. Niall whimpered and let his eyes fall shut at the power in his voice.

"I'm sorry. Just couldn't- fuck, did you hear him?" Niall whined. As punishment, Bressie sucked on two fingers before pushing them in together, pulling the blond open and lighting his nerves on fire with lust.

Louis' laugh was taunting and genuinely pleased. "Sorry, love. Just meant to put Brez on edge. Which, I think I did quite well," he boasted as he sat up and looked over his shoulder. "But really, Brez, please put something inside me. I'm going to lose my mind."

With a smirk, Bressie wrapped a hand around Niall's waist and moved them both closer to the needy lad. His fingers curled deep inside the younger lad, making him shiver. When Niall was knelt right behind Louis' plump ass, he wrapped a hand around Niall's dick and grabbed a condom from the heap on the bed as he pulled his fingers out. "Niall still gets to go first; I already told him he could, and I'd hate for him to miss out on that experience." Louis flushed and ducked his head, so Bressie kept going. He opened the lube and slicked Niall up while teasing, "And I know how infatuated you are with our new friend. I bet he could make you scream before it's over."

"Bressie, stop- fuck," Louis cursed, squeezed harder on the base of his cock, and fell forward onto his other hand.

Satisfied with himself, Bressie led Niall's wet, pulsing tip to Louis' hole with dark need in his eyes. "Relax, babe," he reminded quietly before pushing Niall's hips forward with his own. Louis' mouth dropped open, but only a whispered ugh filtered out until Niall was sat fully sheathed inside him. Then, the bottom let his elbows buckle and he fell, face first, into the bedding.

"Oh, God," he finally panted, mouth still half obscured by the duvet. Niall seemed to share the sentiment; with his lips parted and eyes squeezed shut tight, he laid over Louis' back.

Without pulling away, Bressie played his own tip at Niall's hole, only wet with the bead of precome glistening at his slit. As he swiped his sensitive head back and forth across Niall's puckered muscle, he ripped open a condom. The regret he felt pulling away for just long enough to wrap it up was palpable. But he was back, drizzling lube over where they were rubbing together in seconds.

Niall reached back and spread his cheeks open with one hand, clenching on nothing. Bressie watched the pink ring contract and release with a groan. "You've been begging God all night for me," Bressie prompted. "Now, I want to hear you beg me."

"Shit, Brez. Whatever you want," Niall submitted. "Please, please, fuck me. Take me, however you want. Take me."

Louis was getting restless. The still, blunt force of Niall sitting deep inside him was starting to claw at his brain. He needed friction, heat. "Fucking move, Niall," Louis grit out.

The sting spread across Louis' hip a split second later. "Wait," Bressie ordered. "I'm taking care of Niall, and you're being rude. You should be happy you've got Niall's dick inside you anyway."

Louis huffed and started a small roll of his hips, making Niall loose a small oh and push his dick into Louis deeper. "Yeah, baby," Louis encouraged. "Harder."

Bressie's hands were on Niall's hips, but they weren't holding him or controlling him. He simply put his lips to Niall's ear and whispered, "Stop. Moving."

Niall bit down on his lip, hard, and whined, but forced himself to slow and then stop. Louis whipped his head around and glared at Bressie. The broad Irishman just lifted a brow. "Yes?" Louis actually opened his mouth to rebut, but then just closed it with clenched teeth and lowered his head back down between his shoulders. "Good boy," Bressie allowed, to which Louis huffed.

Apparently, that sort of exchange was the norm in their bed, because Bressie just chuckled softly and kissed along Niall's shoulder. "He'll wait," the older man assured. "Right now, I have to be inside you."

Niall was nodding enthusiastically. "Come on, Brez. Fuck me." He reached back and placed light fingers around Bressie's shaft, toying with himself by rubbing Bressie's prick along his warm crack. "Can I?" he requested.

Bressie smoothed a hand over Niall's hip, down to where he was buried in Louis, and up to his stomach. "Go ahead, baby." With permission, Niall pushed the bigger lad's cock against him, sliding him inside little by little. The wide head split him open, hot and hard, making Niall clench and huff out a breath of fire. He kept going, shuffling when he needed to get Bressie deeper.

What felt like years later, Niall finally felt the warm skin of Bressie's hips and sighed. "Shit- fuck, mate. Fuck, it's so big."

"You're so small," Bressie teased. To accentuate the point, he splayed both hands across Niall's torso, one up his chest and one down to the curve at his base, hair tickling between his fingers. "Before Louis explodes, why don't you fuck him, nice and hard so you fuck me, too."

Niall didn't need anymore convincing. He brought his hips back, drilling Bressie's thick cock deep before thrusting forward hard, reaming Louis full force. A surprised groan fell from Louis' lips.

"Fucking finally," Louis beemed.

Niall agreed with that wholeheartedly. Finally, finally, he was having both of his new lovers, exactly how he wanted them. Louis was scorching hot, his thick ass bouncing against Niall's hips with every thrust. Bressie was solid and searing, reaching deeper than Niall had ever felt. His prostate was abused and pulsing while his dick was leaking and aching.

"Feel so fucking good, baby,' Bressie cooed, hands pulling Niall's ass cheeks apart to get a good look at his puffy rim. "Tight and hot. Bet you're such a good boy, barely ever get fucked." He gripped tight onto Niall's milky skin and pushed in hard when the blond sat back on him. Niall moaned out and then shook his head.

Bressie grabbed his chin and brought Niall flush with his chest. "You are a good boy, aren't you?"

Niall felt his body get heavy, liquid in Bressie's arms as he nodded. It's like his hips moved on their own, aware of his boys' needs, while his brain took a break just to feel it all. "Gonna come," he warned airily.

"Not yet," Bressie warned and fucked him faster. "I think Louis should get a turn, too." He pushed Niall back down on top of Louis and held him there with a big, flat hand as he rocketed into Niall's hole with no mercy, just using him. "Jesus Christ, baby. You feel amazing. Gonna make me come so hard. Fuck yes, baby."

Niall was mostly still, his hips doing a lazy sway between the two men as the hot, blinding pleasure kept him on the edge of consciousness. Louis was riding him from under him, using Niall's dick how he liked to make himself feel good. The blue-eyed blond was eating it up, smiling dopily at the control they had.

Bressie buried deep in Niall's ass and groaned out a long, low sound as he filled the condom with his release, nails digging into Niall's side. "Baby, baby- fuck," he spat. He panted for breath as he pulled out and tied off the condom before falling to his bed and running ghosting fingers down Louis' arm.

When the Doncaster lad looked up, his eyes were dark and his hair was matted to his forehead. "Can I come?" were his first words.

"Don't you want to fuck Niall's loose ass?" Bressie reminded.

Louis groaned and nodded with a heavy head. He sat up, bringing Niall up with him and let Niall fall from his own loose hole. Niall was licking absently over his lips while Louis faced him. "Lay down?" Louis asked and the lean boy complied.

As the curvy lad pushed Niall's knees apart, he bent down and kissed the blond nice and slow. "Gonna make us both come," he assured. Niall smiled gratefully at him, half under even though he wasn't filled at the moment.

"Want you," was all he said before Louis took the condom Bressie offered and rolled it on himself. Then, he was pushing inside and Niall's eyes rolled back. His hands slid up Louis' back while his legs wrapped around his waist and he gripped tight to the muscle there as the top lad started a shaky but speedy pace. He was only holding on by a thread and Niall could feel the twitch of his cock every time he clenched.

"Please tell me you're close," Louis begged and buried his face in Niall's neck.

"So close," Niall confirmed, voice mostly air. "Don't stop."

"Never," Louis urged and tangled his fingers in the blond's sweaty hair. He pushed through the last couple of thrusts before his orgasm tore open his nerves and swept through his body. "Holy shit, yes!" Niall cupped a hand over his condom-clad tip and pushed his thumb into the wet slit.

"Yeah, yeah- shit, yes," he moaned and shot into the condom. "Louis," Niall growled and sat down hard on the still twitching length inside him as the waves rolled over him.

Louis hissed and pulled out, lightly pinching the heavy end of the condom and slipping it off. Niall was spread, starfish, on the bed without a care. His dick was still going soft and the condom was milky white but he just stared at the ceiling and smiled.

"Ni?" Bressie called and caressed his hot, red cheek. "Alright, mate?"

"I think I'm dead," Niall admitted.

"That good, huh?" Louis teased as he jumped onto Niall's chest and took a seat.

"Better," Niall corrected.

Bressie laughed and pulled Louis off of Niall to lay between them, curling his limbs around them both until Niall gave in and spooned with Louis. "And you wanted to stay in tonight, Lou," Bressie recalled.

"Yeah, don't ever let me make the plans," he agreed. "Although, we could all stay in tomorrow. All day. In bed."

Niall hummed and burrowed back into their warmth. "I like that plan."

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I freaking love Bressie, and I've decided he will become a staple in my stuff. Gotta love a little Dom Bressie with smol Louis and Niall.

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