Ch. 02 All the Ways We Fit

Content warning: this story depicts an MMF threesome between a cis woman, a trans man and a cis man. "Feminine" words are used to describe the trans man's genitalia. Fisting is described in this story. If this is not your thing please move on.

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The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the tangled sheets and bare limbs. Wolf stirred lazily against Tristan's chest, both of them still sticky with sleep and the faint scent of sex. Neither of them was in a hurry to move.

Eventually, it was the smell of coffee and the promise of food that lured them out of bed. They ate in the quiet intimacy of shared silence--two friends who liked to fuck, but who didn't necessarily fit into any familiar box. They weren't lovers, neither of them felt a romantic pull. But there was chemistry. A thick, magnetic kind of pull that neither of them seemed to resist.

The shower after breakfast was playful and slow, steam curling around their bodies as hands slid over slick skin. A soft moan escaped Wolf's lips as Tristan pressed against him, fingers tracing over sensitive places, but they didn't take it too far. Not yet.

As Wolf toweled off and bent over to pull on a fresh pair of briefs, he caught Tristan standing nearby--still hard, openly watching him. Grinning, Wolf wiggled his ass a little, teasing.

"Like what you see?" he asked, voice thick with mischief.

Tristan's voice dropped to a low growl. "Don't move. Stay just like that."

Before Wolf could respond, Tristan stepped in behind him and pushed inside--effortless, thanks to the lingering slickness from the shower. Wolf gasped, hands braced against the wall as Tristan held him steady.

"Fuck," Wolf hissed, the stretch and heat already making his knees shake.

Tristan didn't move at first. He just stayed buried deep, chest pressed to Wolf's back, lips against his ear.

"Remember this," Tristan whispered. "Remember how I feel inside you. I want that pussy aching for me all day."

Wolf chuckled breathlessly. "What if I want to fuck someone else tonight?"

A growl vibrated through Tristan's chest before he thrust hard, fucking him in short, punishing strokes that made Wolf moan loud enough to echo off the tiles.

"Yeah, just like that," Tristan muttered. "Moan for me."

Then, just as abruptly, he pulled out. A wicked grin curved his lips.

"We've got to go. They're waiting."

Wolf looked over his shoulder, flushed and laughing. He punched Tristan playfully in the arm. "Tease."

"You love it."

"I really do."

They dressed quickly after that, still buzzing with leftover tension. Wolf insisted on bringing his dog, Bo. He didn't want to leave him alone at Tristan's place. Bo was a gorgeous mutt Wolf rescued a year ago from Spain and he loved the beach. Bo was a pretty big dog so he needed his daily activity if they didn't want to be disturb in their nightly activities. Tristan didn't argue. He rarely did when Wolf got that look in his eyes.

By the time they arrived, the beach was already humming with energy. It was warmer than the day before, and the weekend crowd had taken full advantage. Blankets were spread across the sand like a patchwork quilt, bodies sprawled half-naked and sun-soaked. Laughter and music floated on the breeze, mingling with the scent of sunscreen and sea salt.

Tristan's friends greeted Wolf with grins and open arms, the easy camaraderie of people who'd long ago stopped needing to define their labels.

Bo was already sprinting across the sand, his tail wagging as he collided joyfully with a sleek black dog--Maia, Anna's dog, as Tristan introduced her. The two dogs immediately began a wild, looping chase, kicking up clouds of sand as they went.

Joint smoke curled lazily in the air. Someone passed a bottle of white wine. Someone else rolled another spliff. The atmosphere was casual, relaxed... and increasingly uninhibited.

Wolf couldn't help but notice how the beach had changed. Away from the dunes, in plain sight, people were still finding ways to touch and be touched. Soft moans mingled with laughter. A woman straddled her friend's lap, sucking on her nipple with exaggerated slowness while they giggled like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Wolf's clit throbbed. The memory of Tristan's cock inside him was suddenly unbearable in its absence.

He shifted on the sand, crossing his legs tighter.

A voice cut through his haze. "So," Anna said with a smirk, her eyes twinkling, "how good is this hottie in bed, Tristan?"

Wolf blinked, surprised--then burst out laughing with everyone else. Tristan just grinned.

"Well," Tristan said slowly, "why do you ask? You thinking of taking him for a spin?"

Anna flushed but didn't look away. "Maybe."

The conversation drifted into sex, turn-ons, and favorite positions. It was the kind of talk that made everyone lean in a little closer, drunk on sun and wine and possibility.

Wolf, meanwhile, couldn't stop watching Anna.

When they met earlier, Anna had already caught Wolf's eye. She looked to be around his age. Maybe a little older, in her end twenties --striking in that effortless way that made it hard to look away. Her deep olive skin had a golden warmth, sun-kissed and dotted with a gentle constellation of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, as though the sun had paused to kiss her there. Her dark hair was tied loosely back, a few strands curling around her temples.

But it was her eyes that really held him--pale grey-green, light and almost silvery in contrast with her skin, sharp and curious. She wore a high-cut black bathing suit under a pair of faded baggy shorts, the suit hugging her curves in a way that made Wolf's mouth dry. Through the cut-outs in the sides, he noticed the edges of tribal-style tattoos, peeking out and suggesting more curves and ink beneath, as perfectly placed as if drawn by instinct.

She laughed easily, spoke with her hands, and looked at Wolf like she knew what he was thinking.

He felt himself getting wet again.

Anna turned her head then, meeting his gaze across the circle. She didn't look away.

Wolf raised an eyebrow.

She smiled, slow and deliberate.

Bo barked in the distance, chasing Maia in wide, happy arcs. The sun was starting to dip, casting gold across the water. Tristan was leaned back on his elbows, sipping wine and watching the horizon like he had all the time in the world.

Wolf's heart thudded.

Maybe he did want to fuck someone else tonight.

Wolf caught himself watching Anna more often than he meant to. Something about the way she leaned back into the sand with her legs stretched long in front of her, hair loose now and curling from the ocean breeze, made her seem like she belonged to this beach--wild, warm, and just out of reach. Bo was still tumbling around with Maia, both dogs exhausted but refusing to stop, their play echoing the looseness of the afternoon.

Anna looked over and met his gaze. Her lips quirked.

"What?" she said, voice low and teasing.

Wolf shrugged, a grin playing on his face. "Nothing. You just have... intense eyes."

"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow, amused. "I've been told that. Usually by people who can't stop looking into them."

He laughed, caught off guard by her confidence. "Guilty."

Anna leaned in just slightly, resting her chin in her hand. "So... are you always this charming, or is it just when you're high and half-naked on a beach?"

"Honestly?" Wolf smirked. "This is me at my best."

That made her laugh--really laugh, head tilted back, the freckles on her face dancing as she grinned. There was something easy about talking to her, the way her sarcasm softened into heat when their knees brushed, and she didn't pull away.

They kept talking. About music, about strange roommates, about favorite snacks when stoned. Every now and then, Anna would reach to refill his plastic cup with the cheap but sweet rosé someone had brought, her hand brushing his arm or thigh with casual boldness. The air between them thickened, just slightly. There wasn't anything overt yet--no heavy touching, no declarations. But there was magnetism, unmistakable and mutual.

Tristan was lounging a few feet away, sunglasses pushed into his curls, half-watching Wolf and Anna with a lazy smirk. He'd seen the shift, the slow tilt in Wolf's body language, the way he turned slightly to always be facing her, how his voice lowered without realizing it. He loved it.

He leaned toward one of his friends and murmured, "Look at him. He's got no idea he's flirting that hard."

The friend chuckled, following Tristan's gaze. "Anna's dangerous when she likes someone."

"Yeah," Tristan said, grinning around the rim of his cup, "he's already hooked."

He meant it fondly. Watching Wolf move through his curiosity with ease--confident, grounded, in his element--was a turn-on for Tristan all on its own. And he liked Anna. Always had. She was whip-smart, sensual without effort, and deeply self-assured. If she wanted Wolf, she'd get him.

Anna nudged Wolf's bare knee with hers. "So," she said casually, "how does someone like you end up hanging out with someone like Tristan?"

Wolf tilted his head. "Someone like me?"

"I don't know," she said, her voice turning playful. "You've got this... cool, centered thing going on. Calm energy. And Tristan? When you really get to know him, he's chaos in a mesh shirt."

Wolf laughed. "That's kind of the point. We balance each other out I guess."

"Mmm," Anna hummed, eyes flicking over him slowly. "I see that."

He could feel his heartbeat ticking up, not from nerves, but from something else--an alertness in his body that came alive under her gaze. His mind flicked to the aching emptiness Tristan had left him with that morning, the thick heat of being filled and then denied. It lingered at the edge of everything, coiling with the wine and the weed and the heat of Anna's closeness. He shifted, subtly.

And Anna noticed.

Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "Feeling a little restless, Wolf?" His name sounded wicked coming from her mouth. He licked his lips.

"You could say that."

She didn't say anything else. Just held his gaze for a few extra seconds--long enough for him to feel it in his gut--before turning to toss a stick for Maia, as if nothing had happened. The pull between them, though, didn't ease. It only thickened, quiet and growing.

Tristan watched them again, grinning to himself. Whatever happened tonight, he knew it was going to be good.

The sun had begun its slow descent, painting the sky in streaks of peach and lavender. The heat of the day mellowed into something soft and golden, casting long shadows across the sand.

Around them, the energy shifted. The hum of conversation got looser, limbs sprawled, laughter came easier. The wine had been flowing for a while now, and someone had lit a new joint, passing it lazily from hand to hand.

Anna sat cross-legged in the sand, her hair a little wild from the wind, her cheek resting on her hand as she watched Wolf with a lazy kind of curiosity. Bo was dozing between them, his ears twitching occasionally in the breeze. Maia, Anna's dog, lay curled beside her like a mirror.

Wolf, half-reclined on his elbows, caught Anna watching him. She didn't look away.

"You keep looking at me like that," he said, his voice low, "and I'm going to start thinking you're trying to seduce me."

Anna raised an eyebrow and let a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. "What if I am?"

He blinked at her boldness, then laughed softly. "Then you're doing a good job."

Their knees touched where they sat in the sand, neither of them pulling away. Anna's fingers played absentmindedly with the stem of her wine glass, and Wolf's eyes followed the motion.

There was something about the way she moved--relaxed but intentional--that drew him in. She was entirely in her body, like she owned it, like she knew exactly how he was watching her.

Tristan noticed the shift immediately. He was sitting a few feet away, talking to a friend, but his eyes kept drifting back to the two of them. He grinned to himself, watching how Wolf leaned in just slightly when Anna spoke, how Anna's hand drifted toward Wolf's arm and stayed there a beat too long.

He got up and wandered over, still shirtless, wine glass in hand.

"Well, well," Tristan said, plopping down between them uninvited, "look at you two. I leave you alone for five minutes and suddenly we're doing eye fucking on the beach?"

Anna laughed, unapologetic. "You jealous?"

"Only if you forget to let me watch," Tristan teased, his eyes sparkling. He let his gaze wander to Wolf's flushed cheeks, then to Anna's smug little smile. "God, you two are hot together. I'm not even mad. This is great."

Wolf smirked but said nothing. He didn't pull away when Anna's fingers found the inside of his wrist. Her thumb traced slow circles there, soft and unhurried. The air between them was thickening, more electric now than it had been all day.

Anna looked at Tristan and tilted her head. "You don't mind?"

Tristan gave a dramatic little shrug. "Why would I? I'm not his keeper. I just like fucking him. And watching him get flustered. Which," he gestured at Wolf's pink-tinged ears, "is clearly happening right now."

"Fuck off," Wolf muttered, but he was smiling, and Tristan could tell he was buzzing--drunk on more than the wine, high on attention and the low thrum of desire.

Anna leaned in, close enough that her breath kissed Wolf's ear. "He's cute when he blushes, huh?"

Tristan hummed. "He's cute when he begs."

Wolf made a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan and covered his face with one hand. "You two are fucking insufferable."

Anna laughed and moved her hand from his wrist to his thigh, casual but firm. She didn't go any higher. Not yet. But the promise was there.

The beach had quieted slightly as the sky deepened into twilight. Music drifted from a Bluetooth speaker someone had forgotten about. The waves rolled in steady and slow. In the distance, someone was moaning, breathy and uninhibited. The boundaries of public and private blurred a little in the fading light.

Tristan leaned into Wolf's other side, nudging his shoulder. "You okay?"

Wolf turned his head to meet his gaze. "Yeah," he said, voice low. "I'm good."

"You're glowing," Tristan said with a grin, then looked past him to Anna. "I like her. You have good taste."

Anna's hand moved a fraction higher on Wolf's thigh. Her voice was low and steady. "So do you."

The twilight deepened, and with it came a certain freedom--like the dimming light had pulled a veil over the beach, giving everyone permission to be a little less careful, a little more reckless. The group around them had started to melt into smaller clusters, laughter fading into murmured conversations and stretched-out bodies nestled in the sand.

Wolf felt it in his skin. The warmth of Anna's hand still on his thigh, Tristan's presence pressed against his other side, the buzz in his blood from the weed, the wine, and the undeniable attention. His body was strung tight, but his mind was relaxed, open.

The moment Anna kissed him, Wolf matched her without hesitation. There was nothing soft or uncertain about it--he stepped in, tilted her chin up with two fingers, and kissed her like he'd already memorized the shape of her mouth.

She tasted like wine, salt and something faintly herbal from the joint they'd passed around earlier. He drank her in, deepening the kiss with an easy dominance that made her breath hitch. His other hand slid around to the small of her back, drawing her flush against him.

Tristan leaned back slightly, still close enough to press his hand along Wolf's spine. He watched them with a crooked smile, his presence grounding the moment without pulling focus.

Wolf pulled back from the kiss just enough to speak. "You've been teasing me since the moment I got here."

Anna smiled, a little out of breath. "You didn't seem to mind."

His fingers trailed down her side, then slipped under the hem of her loose shorts, brushing against bare skin. "Didn't say I did."

She tilted her hips just slightly toward his touch, and that was all the invitation he needed.

Wolf slid his hand further, until his fingers found the soft, damp heat between her thighs. Her swimsuit was still in the way, but it didn't stop him from applying the lightest pressure, enough to make her gasp and grip his arm.

He leaned in again, brushing his lips against her ear. "You're soaked already."

"Maybe I've got a thing for confident men with good hands," she whispered.

Wolf smirked. "You're about to get very lucky, then."

Anna let out a low laugh, but it caught in her throat as Wolf pressed two fingers along the edge of her suit, teasing the fabric aside.

His touch was measured, knowing, dragging slowly along her folds without slipping in. She squirmed against him, biting her lip to keep from making too much noise.

Tristan watched with a glint in his eye, trailing a lazy hand over Wolf's back. "You do know we're in public, right?"

Wolf didn't break eye contact with Anna as he said, "Then you better keep watch."

Anna trembled under his touch, her breath shallow, hips barely moving in time with the rhythm of his fingers. But he never gave her quite enough--just enough to make her ache for more.

He kissed her again, slower this time, more deliberate, one hand still beneath her shorts while the other threaded into her hair.

"God, you're mean," she whispered against his mouth.

"No," Wolf said, voice rough, "I'm patient. You'll thank me for it."

Anna's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, overwhelmed and wanting. Her hand found its way to the waistband of Wolf's shorts, fingers grazing along the line of his hip.

Tristan, still lounging behind them, let his hand slip lower, squeezing the curve of Wolf's ass through his shorts, clearly enjoying every second of being in the middle of this tension.

"You two," Tristan said, voice thick, "are going to make me lose my mind."

Wolf glanced back with a cocky grin. "That's the idea."

Anna's breath caught as Wolf kept the pressure steady between her thighs, fingers stroking with just enough confidence to make her melt. Her hips rocked toward his hand, but he stayed just out of reach of release--teasing, purposeful.

Tristan moved closer, settling beside them in the sand, legs stretched out casually as if he weren't sliding his hand up Wolf's inner thigh. "You look good like this," he murmured, eyes flicking between the two.

"Both of you."

Wolf turned his head slightly, his breath still warm against Anna's cheek. "You gonna watch, or are you planning to do something?"

Tristan's grin was all teeth. "Oh, I'm doing plenty."

His hand moved higher, palm grazing the Wolf's crotch over his pants. He pressed down just enough to make Wolf grunt, his rhythm faltering for half a second before he caught it again. Anna noticed--her mouth curled into a knowing smirk.

Tristan leaned in and kissed Wolf's neck, slow and wet, teeth scraping the skin before pulling away. "Don't lose focus now."

"Not a chance," Wolf growled, but there was a flush creeping up his chest, a tension in his breath that made Anna shiver.

She reached out with one hand and slid it behind Tristan's neck, pulling him in for a kiss--hot and deep, all tongue and pressure. When she pulled back, she looked between them, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed.

"You two are fucking dangerous."

Wolf chuckled low in his throat. "We try."

Tristan was more deliberate now, palming Wolf through his shorts with slow precision, grinding his own hips forward in lazy rhythm.

"You're both so fucking hot like this," Tristan said, voice low and reverent. "He's got you open, needy, and I can feel how hard he is through his shorts."

Anna let out a quiet moan, her hand tightening on Wolf's arm. Wolf was barely holding back from slipping his fingers inside her, the heat and slickness there making restraint a razor-thin edge.

"I want you," she whispered.

"You will," Wolf said, gaze heavy, voice steady. "But not yet."

Tristan hummed in agreement. "Let her squirm a little longer."

Anna whimpered, a sound caught between frustration and pleasure. Wolf kissed her again, then nipped at her bottom lip. "You'll get everything you want. But when I say."

Behind him, Tristan's hand pressed harder against Wolf's clit. "That control thing you've got going on? Hot as hell."

Wolf turned his head, kissing Tristan hard--rougher than he had Anna. It was all heat and pressure, a silent fuck you and thank you rolled into one perfect kiss.

Tristan laughed into his mouth. "God, I love when you get like this."

Anna was flushed, pupils blown, hips grinding slowly against Wolf's fingers, even though he hadn't given her anything more than the barest strokes. The three of them were a live wire, humming with the promise of what hadn't happened yet.

The sun had dipped low, the horizon soaked in gold and lavender, casting long shadows across the sand. Around them, others were wrapped in their own moments of exhibition and intimacy--but here, in this small circle of firelight and tension, it felt like the rest of the world had melted away.

Wolf sat back on his heels, licking his lips as he looked between Anna and Tristan. Both of them were flushed, pupils blown wide, their breathing shallow.

Tristan stretched, lazy and feline, fingers brushing sand off his thighs. "I say we take this back to mine," he said, voice low, suggestive. "We're five minutes from the apartment, and I'd rather not fuck sand out of my sheets for a week."

Anna chuckled, biting her bottom lip. "I was hoping one of you would say that."

Wolf was already standing, extending a hand to help her up. "Bo will be happy to crash on the rug again," he said with a grin, glancing at his dog, who was passed out next to Maia, blissfully unaware of the sexual tension practically vibrating through their owners.

They called their dog's and Anna slung her bag over her shoulder. Her body was still buzzing from the teasing, the tension, the way Wolf had looked at her like he was trying to memorize her skin with his eyes.

The walk back was quiet but electric. Tristan's hand brushed against Wolf's occasionally, their fingers grazing. Anna walked ahead for part of it, her hips swaying in that slightly exaggerated way that made Wolf want to speed up and pin her to the nearest wall. But he held himself steady, savoring the anticipation.

By the time Tristan pushed open the door to his apartment, the sun had fully set, the rooms bathed in the soft glow of amber lamps and the faint sound of music from the street below.

"Shoes off," Tristan called over his shoulder, already toeing his own off. "And whatever else you feel like losing.

Anna shot him a look over her shoulder, playful and dangerous. "That an invitation?"

Tristan leaned back against the kitchen counter, his mesh shirt barely clinging to his frame. "You're in my house now, sweetheart. Everything's an invitation."

Wolf stepped up behind Anna, hands sliding around her waist, his chest warm against her back. "But you still only get what I decide to give you," he murmured in her ear.

She shivered.

"I want you to keep that same energy," she said, glancing at him with heat in her eyes.

Wolf smirked. "Don't worry. I will."

Tristan passed them each a glass of water and poured himself a finger of whiskey. "Let's make it last," he said, swirling the amber liquid. "We've got all night."

Anna sipped her water, then set it down and stepped into Wolf's space. Her hands slid under the hem of his shirt, exploring his chest, feeling the steady thrum of tension under his skin.

"I want to see you take control," she said softly, looking up at him.

Wolf's response was a low growl, deep in his throat. He cupped her face and kissed her with intention--no teasing this time, just heat and hunger and the unspoken promise of what he was holding back.

Tristan watched, eyes dark, his free hand drifting absently over his own waistband. "You're so fucking hot when you get like this," he said to Wolf.

Wolf pulled Anna's shirt over her head with a single motion, her dark hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, catching the low light. Her freckles were scattered like a constellation across her face and shoulders, and he took a second to just look at her--really look.

She was gorgeous, all confidence and grace, and something deeper--someone who wasn't easily impressed, someone who matched him in presence.

Without a word, he took her hand and led her through Tristan's apartment, past the bedroom and into the bathroom. The tiles were warm under their feet, the room dim except for the soft overhead light and the flicker of a candle left burning from earlier.

Tristan had already retreated to the chaise longue by the far wall, a glass in his hand, one leg slung casually over the other.

He said nothing--just smiled, knowingly--and reclined, making it clear he wasn't going to interrupt.

Wolf turned on the shower, steam beginning to curl into the air. He stepped in first, then reached out and pulled Anna in after him, guiding her under the warm stream. Her eyes locked with his, a flicker of curiosity and heat dancing behind her lashes.

He pressed her back gently against the cool tiles, one hand holding her hip, the other sliding slowly up her thigh, deliberate and firm. His body was close but not pressing--teasing proximity, letting the anticipation breathe between them.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said quietly, the words thick in his throat, almost reverent.

Anna opened her mouth to respond, but Wolf kissed her first--soft, deep, claiming. She moaned into his mouth, her body melting into his, and he rewarded her with a slow roll of his hips against hers.

He didn't rush.

His touch was confident, exploring with patience and intent, mapping every curve of her like he'd been thinking about this since the moment he saw her. He ran his hands over her waist, down to the swell of her ass, lifting her slightly, guiding her leg up around his side. His other hand trailed it's way from her inner thigh to in between her folds. He spread her folds open and placed two fingers at her entrance, slowly increasing pressure.

When he slid inside her, it was with a groan of restraint--not because he wanted to go slow, but because he wanted her to feel him slide inside her.

Anna gasped, one hand clinging to his shoulder, the other tangling in his wet hair.

Wolf set the pace--steady, sensual, each thrust of his fingers deep and drawn-out.

He kissed her throat, her collarbone, the corner of her mouth, whispering low affirmations between breaths. "You feel fucking perfect... look at you, taking me so well... yeah, just like that."

Outside the shower, Tristan sat back with a half-lidded gaze, watching the way Wolf handled her--strong and in control, but with a kind of reverence that made it clear he wasn't just fucking. He was offering something--something attentive, something that pulled a deeper reaction from Anna than just pleasure. He licked his lips slowly, letting his free hand drift into his lap, appreciating the performance without needing to join.

Inside the steam-filled glass walls, Anna writhed under Wolf's rhythm, her breath catching with every stroke. He didn't rush her, didn't demand anything--just gave, over and over, until her fingers clawed at his back and her body trembled beneath his control.

"Not yet," he whispered when she got close, his hand tightening around her hip. "You're going to wait. You're going to feel this for a long time after."

She whimpered--part frustration, part raw desire--but nodded, obedient to the dominance in his voice.

Wolf kissed her again, slower now, their bodies still joined, moving in the gentle rhythm of something that wasn't just fucking, not entirely. It was deeper, a kind of exploration--curious, grounding, full of heat and unspoken understanding.

Tristan exhaled softly from his place on the chaise, eyes glazed with arousal but smiling, amused and satisfied.

Wolf didn't look at him once. Anna had all his attention.

The steam had turned the glass of the walk-in shower into a soft blur, the bathroom heavy with heat and breath and desire. Water ran in rivulets over Anna's body, catching in the curves of her perfect breasts, tracing down her thighs.

Wolf pulled back from kissing her, his eyes steady, lips slightly parted as he took her in.

Without a word, he dropped to his knees.

Anna leaned back against the tile wall, her breath catching, watching as Wolf's strong hands guided her thighs apart.

The water streamed over both of them, cascading down his broad back, tracing the subtle curve of his spine as he adjusted himself--his knees spread wide, ass arched back toward the open end of the shower, entirely exposed, entirely unbothered. He was focused. Present. Worshipful.

He started at her breasts, licking a bead of water from her nipple before sucking it softly into his mouth, warm and gentle. His hands held her steady, fingers pressing into her hips with intention.

He took his time, letting his mouth trail down, tongue following the path of the water as it ran over her stomach.

When he reached the soft heat between her legs, he paused, looked up at her with a glint in his eyes, and then buried his face between her folds.

Anna moaned, her head falling back, her hands instinctively gripping his hair. But Wolf didn't let her take control.

His tongue moved with practiced skill--circling, flicking, sucking her clit with just enough pressure to keep her hovering on the edge.

Not too much. Never quite enough. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Fuck..." she breathed, hips twitching, trying to push into his mouth.

Wolf pulled back slightly and murmured, "Not yet."

She groaned, frustrated and desperate, and it only made him smile.

From the chaise, Tristan had shifted forward, elbow resting on one knee, the other hand slowly working his cock. His eyes were locked on the two of them--on Anna's head rolling back, on Wolf's mouth moving between her thighs, on the perfect way Wolf's ass was lifted, exposed and glistening under the shower spray.

It was too much.

Tristan stood, stroking himself as he approached, water misting across his skin as he stepped into the open side of the shower. Wolf didn't turn. He didn't need to. He knew that sound--Tristan's breath tightening, the way his feet padded across the tile, the hunger radiating from him.

A hand gripped Wolf's hip.

And then he felt it--Tristan sliding into him from behind with one fluid thrust.

Wolf moaned into Anna, never breaking rhythm. His tongue stayed focused, devoted, even as his body rocked forward from the force of Tristan's entrance. The pressure, the stretch, the sudden fullness made him groan, low and deep.

"Fuck... you feel good," Tristan muttered, gripping his hips tighter, pulling him back to meet each thrust.

The rhythm they fell into was unspoken but perfect--Wolf's mouth on Anna, Tristan's body slamming into his, the sounds of pleasure echoing in the steam-filled room.

Anna was trembling above him, held upright only by the tile and the strength of Wolf's hands on her thighs. Her clit pulsed under his mouth, but he still wouldn't let her fall over the edge.

Tristan leaned forward, groaning against Wolf's back, the wet slap of their bodies filling the space. "You're such a fucking tease," he breathed. "Keeping her like that."

Wolf didn't reply--just kept licking, controlled and relentless.

Anna whimpered, her fingers curling in his hair. "Please..."

But Wolf pulled back, eyes dark, lips slick, and grinned up at her.

"Not yet."

Anna was shaking.

Wolf's mouth hadn't let up for a second, and now--now she could feel the pressure coiling tight in her belly, that trembling heat that had been building ever since he first touched her. But it was the sight of Tristan--fucking Wolf hard from behind, Wolf's body open, steady, controlled even as he was being taken--that undid her completely.

She looked down, eyes wide, lips parted, and saw them: Tristan's hands gripping Wolf's hips, the wet slide of his cock disappearing into him, Wolf's strong back flexing, his mouth still working between her legs like nothing else mattered.

And something broke loose.

Anna let out a desperate sound and grabbed the back of Wolf's head, fingers threading into his wet hair as she rolled her hips forward--pressing herself into his face, grinding against his mouth. She fucked him with a hunger that surprised even her, raw and electric.

"Fuck, Wolf--don't stop--fuck don't stop--" she cried out, her voice cracking.

And he didn't. He moaned into her, the sound vibrating against her clit, and held her thighs tighter, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. His tongue moved faster now, more intense, his lips sealing around her, drawing her in like he was feeding off her.

Tristan groaned behind him, the sight making his thrusts rougher. "God, look at you--"

Anna's eyes met Tristan's for a second--his expression dark, consumed--and then they rolled back as the orgasm tore through her.

She gasped, then cried out, loud and raw, legs shaking as she bucked hard against Wolf's mouth. The pleasure was so intense it completely overwhelmed her, and she couldn't stop it, couldn't slow down. She rode his face like she needed it to survive, falling apart in his hands.

Wolf held her steady the whole time, letting her use him, letting her come undone right there in front of both of them.

When she finally collapsed back against the wall, trembling and breathless, he pulled back slowly, lips slick, eyes hooded, his face a perfect picture of control and satisfaction. He looked up at her, still kneeling, and licked his lips.

"Good girl," he murmured in between moans.

Anna let out a breathless laugh, her chest heaving, and slid down the wall, water pouring over them all.

Behind Wolf, Tristan hadn't stopped. He was really using his pussy now. Pure need for release. He gripped Wolf's hips tighter now, his rhythm rougher, more urgent, and with one sharp thrust and a loud moan, he spilled inside him, collapsing forward, his chest pressed to Wolf's back, both of them drenched and shaking.

There was silence for a few heartbeats. Just water. Breathing. The three of them tangled in steam and satisfaction.

Anna looked at Wolf, still on his knees, clit hard, glistening with water and slick between his legs.

"Your turn," she said with a wicked smile, and leaned forward to kiss him.

The steam clung to the glass and tile, heat thick in the air as the water slowed to a trickle above them. The three of them stood together in the wide walk-in shower, bodies close and still humming from the layered intensity of what had just happened. Anna leaned against the cool wall, catching her breath, a satisfied flush spreading across her cheeks and chest. Tristan pressed a kiss to the back of Wolf's neck before stepping out and grabbing a towel.

Wolf lingered for a moment, his head tipped back under the cooling spray, water sliding down his skin, cleaning Tristan's cum out of his pussy. He finally shut off the tap and stepped out after them, water dripping from his thighs, his chest, his still-sensitive cunt.

As he passed Anna, she gave his ass a firm, playful slap, her palm leaving a red imprint on his skin.

He turned to look at her, smirking. "Could've just asked if you wanted more."

Anna grinned, unfazed. "Where's the fun in that?"

They moved to the bedroom together, the warm glow from the dimmed lights catching on damp skin, casting shadows on the walls. The sheets were still rumpled from the morning, the air tinged with salt and sex and something sweeter, more intimate.

Wolf was about to climb onto the bed when Anna stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"Wait," she said softly. "Let me."

He tilted his head, curious, the cocky edge to his smirk softening.

Anna moved to the bedside drawer and pulled out a double-ended silicone dildo, thick, curved, and beautifully designed. She met his gaze as she licked her lips and said, "I want to feel you... but I want you to feel it too."

She sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs as she guided one end inside her, slowly, letting out a low moan as her cunt stretched to take it in. Her fingers gripped the base, steadying it as she looked up at Wolf through her lashes. She pushed in and out a few times, giving Wolf a little show.

While still sliding in and out of her pussy, she asked, "What do you like?" Voice velvet-wrapped.

Wolf's eyes darkened, desire thrumming just under his skin.

"I like taking my time," he murmured. "Feeling it stretch me open. I like being deep. Full."

Anna's smile turned wicked and warm. "Then come get it."

He climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips, bodies brushing, breaths syncing. His hand moved between his thighs to guide the other end toward his slick, ready pussy. He hovered just above her, teasing himself with the tip, moaning softly at the friction.

Anna's hands gripped his thighs, thumbs stroking slow massaging circles as she whispered, "Take your time. Let me feel all of you."

He pushed down slowly, inch by inch, filling himself with the shared toy, his lips parting with a gasp. Their bodies connected fully, the double-ended cock pressing deep inside both of them. Wolf rocked his hips experimentally, then again, eyes fluttering as he adjusted to the rhythm.

"Fuck," Anna breathed, arching slightly, her hands sliding up to hold his waist. "Just like that."

Wolf set the pace, slow but deliberate, grinding against her, each motion sending pleasure through both of them. He watched her face, captivated by the way her freckles danced with every twitch of her expression--how her mouth parted, her eyes slipped closed, how her breath caught when he shifted his angle just right.

He leaned forward, bracing himself on either side of her, pressing kisses along her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. His voice was low, controlled.

"You feel incredible," he murmured. "You want more?"

Anna nodded, gasping, her nails digging into his hips. "Yes. Don't stop."

And he didn't. He rolled his hips, grinding deep with slow, purposeful thrusts, letting the shared connection between them build like a slow burn--one they weren't in a rush to extinguish.

Wolf's hips moved in a slow, grinding rhythm, deep and deliberate, every inch of the double-ended toy pulling moans from both him and Anna. Their breaths tangled, the air thick with scent and sweat and something deeper--want, connection, raw pleasure. As his thrusts slowed, Anna reached up, sliding her hands along the sculpted lines of his back, her touch firm and intentional.

She pulled him into a kiss, slow and heated, her fingers kneading at his lower back, coaxing him to melt against her. The tension in his body began to release. Wolf moaned into her mouth, his weight relaxing on top of her, his chest pressing into hers, lips parting again as Anna wrapped her legs around him. She held the base of the toy in place and rocked her hips, pushing it deeper inside him from below.

His moan hitched, pleasure jolting through him, his cunt clenching around the length that connected them. Anna smiled into his neck and whispered, "Let me take care of you..."

Tristan, still perched at the edge of the bed, had been watching from the moment they started--his cock hard in his hand, pumping slow, deliberate strokes. He'd fetched the lube, a sleek butt plug and a smaller dildo laying them beside him like tools for worship.

He shifted now, knees spreading on the mattress. He drizzled the cool lube onto the small of Wolf's back, letting it drip down the curve of his spine until it reached the tight ring of muscle between his cheeks. His fingers followed, massaging teasingly before pressing inward.

Wolf let out a sharp breath, head lifting slightly from Anna's shoulder.

"Don't stop," Anna whispered, kissing behind his ear.

Tristan leaned closer, his voice low and calm, "I'm not going to rush. I want to see his virgin ass open up for it."

His finger slipped in, slow and stretching, easing past the initial resistance. Wolf's hips twitched, and he groaned into Anna's neck, caught in the dual sensation--Anna beneath him, pulsing around the dildo, and Tristan working him open from behind.

Another finger joined the first, sliding in beside it, scissoring gently. Tristan took his time, watching every reaction, feeling the way Wolf's body pulsed and fluttered with each movement. When he finally slipped the plug inside, Wolf gasped, full and trembling, his cunt soaking wet and gripping around the toy still buried inside him.

Anna tilted her hips up into him. "You like being filled like that, don't you?"

Wolf answered her with a long, low moan, biting down gently on her shoulder and pushing his pussy deeper on her dildo.

Tristan leaned over him, his cock brushing against Wolf's thigh as he picked up the smaller dildo. He coated it with lube and teased it against Wolf's pussy, sliding it in just an inch at first. Anna, still holding his hips in place, gave a breathy laugh.

"He's spoiled," she said. "Stuffed full and still asking for more."

The dildo pushed deeper inside Wolf, making him arch and moan. The plug nestled inside him, the other toy sliding in and out of his cunt in perfect rhythm with the one inside Anna. He couldn't believe how much he was taking.

Tristan's voice dropped to a whisper, his lips brushing the shell of Wolf's ear. "You're taking it so well. You're fucking gorgeous like this."

Anna's breath caught as Wolf began to thrust again, this time not just for her pleasure, but to meet Tristan's slow strokes as well. Their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm--fluid, intimate, ravenous.

Wolf's body rolled with a rhythm that was deep and grounded--his hips moving in time with Anna's, the double-ended toy buried between them, drawing gasps and filthy moans from both. His back arched as he rode her, bracing with one hand on her chest, his other gripping the sheets for leverage. Anna's legs were spread wide under him, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure, her lips parted, panting softly as Wolf fucked her slow and rough.

Behind them, Tristan knelt closer, his eyes locked on the slick curve of Wolf's ass. The plug sat snug between his cheeks, glistening with lube, his cunt stretched and wet around the two dildo's that kept sliding in and out of him as he moved.

Tristan stroked his cock, steady and slow, savoring the view. He let the smaller dildo slide out of Wolf's pussy, making him gasp. His hand travelled to the but plug, and he roughly tapped it a few times. "You want more down here?" he asked, voice low, nearly reverent.

Wolf didn't answer with words. Instead, he tilted his hips back slightly, offering himself with a low, feral sound. It said everything.

Tristan wrapped his fingers around the base of the plug and eased it out with care, watching the way Wolf's hole fluttered in its absence. He lined the tip of his cock up, rubbing it against the slick rim, teasing the opening in slow, small circles until Wolf was writhing with need.

"Tristan," Wolf growled, looking over his shoulder, voice thick with lust and command.

That was all the invitation he needed.

He pressed in slowly, his cock stretching Wolf open in one long, shuddering push.

Wolf's mouth fell open, his forehead dropping to Anna's shoulder as he gasped. The sensation--Anna's pussy squeezing the dildo beneath him, Tristan's cock pushing into his ass--was overwhelming.

"Fuck, you're tight," Tristan breathed, both hands gripping Wolf's hips now, anchoring himself as he started to move.

Wolf found the rhythm quickly, body rocking between the two of them, the pressure exquisite, intense. He drove the toy deeper into Anna with the added pressure of Tristan's weight, pulling soft cries from her, while Tristan fucked into his ass with slow, measured thrusts that grew harder with each stroke.

Anna's hands roamed Wolf's back, nails dragging down his spine. "You look so good like this," she murmured, her hips lifting to meet him. "So full."

Tristan leaned in, his chest flush against Wolf's back now, fucking him harder, his breath ragged in his ear. "You take cock like you were made for it."

Wolf didn't respond. He couldn't--his whole body was alive with sensation, every nerve lit up, lost in the rhythm and heat of it all.

Anna slipped her dildo out of them both and lowered herself under him, kissing down Wolf's body with the kind of focused, unhurried attention that made his skin spark. Tristan was still deep inside his ass, thrusting slowly now, almost deliberately, as if to keep him on the edge. Every time his hips rolled forward, Wolf moaned low and deep, a sound that vibrated through his whole body. He was already so full, stretched in the most obscene, delicious way--and Anna could see it.

She nestled herself between his thighs, inhaling the heady scent of sex and sweat, the shine of his slick cunt beckoning. Her lips brushed his clit, and Wolf bucked as much as he could with Tristan pinning him from behind. Anna smiled against him, her breath warm, her tongue slow as she licked and circled his clit with practiced control. She wanted him undone.

Her hand slid up, two fingers slipping easily into his wet heat. He was swollen, needy, already trembling with oversensitivity, but also so open. She fucked him gently, curling her fingers to find that spot that made his hips twitch. Her lips never left his clit, alternating between kisses and slow sucks that had him gasping.

Then three fingers. A stretch--but he took it, greedy for it.

"God, you're so fucking good for me," she murmured, voice husky and thick with lust.

Wolf groaned in response, pressing down against her hand. Behind him, Tristan let out a guttural moan, fucking into him deeper, clearly as affected by the sight as she was.

She added a fourth finger. Slowly. Carefully. Wolf tensed for a moment around the width, and Anna stilled, letting him breathe, coaxing him through it with her tongue never leaving his clit.

Tristan leaned forward, voice a growl. "You can take it, baby. Let her stretch that cunt wide open."

Anna felt his body give--just slightly--and she began to rock her hand, easing the tension. His pussy swallowed her deeper, inch by inch.

"Think you can handle more?" she asked, her lips brushing his clit with the question.

Wolf whimpered, not words, but the kind of sound that begged her not to stop.

Anna curled her fingers inside him and slowly began to press her thumb in. The resistance was there--thick, hot, gripping--but he wanted it. Needed it. She watched his face, saw the way his brows pinched and lips parted, his whole body caught between pain and pleasure and hunger.

Tristan growled in a commanding voice, "Take it."

Then, slowly, her knuckles passed through. Her fist breached him.

"Fuck," she whispered, more in awe than anything else. He was so tight around her, already so full from Tristan pounding his ass, and yet his pussy welcomed her--held her even seemed to suck her further in.

Anna pushed deeper, letting his slick drag her wrist in further, and then more--an inch past, then another. Her forearm started to disappeared into him slowly, deliberately, as she held her breath and focussed on the sensation of his pussy guiding her deeper in.

Wolf writhed, his voice shaking with every sound that left him. He was trembling, gasping, involuntarily twitching with his hole body pinned between them and utterly overwhelmed. His cunt clenched around her fist, muscles fluttering in involuntary pulses.

Tristan's rhythm broke for a second as he moaned loudly, watching Anna disappear deeper into Wolf's body.

"He's taking you so fucking well," Tristan gasped, thrusting harder. "Stretch him. Fuck that cunt open."

Anna's tongue moved faster over his clit now, her hand buried wrist-deep and beyond. She could feel the rhythmic contraction of his body around her, could sense how close he was from the tension in his thighs, his hips, the shudder in his voice.

And then, with a long exhale, she gave him more--her forearm gliding in just a bit further, his body swallowing her completely.

That's when it hit.

Wolf cried out--an unfiltered, guttural sound of release--and came hard. His cunt pulsed around Anna's fist, squeezing, milking, vibrating with a full-body orgasm that rocked through him. His thighs shook, his fingers clawed into the sheets, his whole body lit up like a live wire.

Tristan groaned behind him, overwhelmed by the sight, the sound, the tight clutch of Wolf's ass around his cock. He grabbed Wolf's hips hard, thrusting deep once, twice--then buried himself with a shudder and came with a low, strained growl. His body folded over Wolf's back, breath hot against his skin as he emptied himself inside, riding out every pulse of Wolf's orgasm with his own.

They stayed like that, caught in the haze--Anna still gently tonguing Wolf's clit, her fist buried impossibly deep inside his cunt, Tristan draped over him, panting, spent, feeling his cum drip out next to his still pulsing dick.

After a long moment, Tristan eased out of him carefully, his cock slick and twitching, whispering a soft, reverent curse under his breath as he watched Anna still nestled between Wolf's thighs, her forearm still stretching him open.

But Anna didn't move. She stayed exactly where she was, eyes locked on Wolf's flushed face, her mouth resting just above his clit. She smiled softly, her hand still deep inside him, feeling the soft, rhythmic aftershocks rolling through his body. Holding him open. Holding him full.

And Wolf--utterly undone--could only moan, grounded in the feeling of them both.

Wolf's breath was still ragged, body trembling, stretched full around Anna's fist. But something felt different--something new.

He wasn't overwhelmed.

He didn't need her to pull out.

He wanted her to stay.

The weight of her arm nestled deep inside him grounded him in a way that surprised him. He felt held. Exposed and filled, yes--but not vulnerable. Connected. He exhaled, long and low, hips still twitching with aftershocks, and Anna leaned over him, her breath hot against his ribs.

"Holy shit," she murmured, voice cracked open. "You took everything... I can feel your pulse around my wrist."

Wolf hummed in response, not trusting his voice yet. Instead, he reached down between her legs, his fingers finding her dripping slit. He moved slowly, deliberately--stroking her folds, tracing her clit, then easing one, two fingers inside. Anna gasped, her body flexing around him instinctively.

"Fuck--yeah," she breathed. "I need more, I want to feel exactly what you feel."

She didn't have to ask twice.

Wolf shifted beneath her, still slick and trembling, and pressed in again, his palm gliding over her heat. All of his fingers curled up and into her, steadily working her open.

Anna moaned into his skin, her breath catching with every deeper push.

From where he sat, Tristan watched with his knees drawn up, one hand stroking his cock, the other palming his chest as if to hold his own heartbeat still.

"Goddamn," he murmured, transfixed. "You two... This is fucking art."

Wolf smirked slightly at that, the corner of his mouth twitching. "You think this is art? Wait till I'm inside her."

Anna groaned softly, her body already starting to give. She pressed harder against his hand, gently riding it, guiding him with small movements, her hips rolling to welcome more.

"Yeah, come on," she whispered. "Stretch me. I can take it."

His fingers spread, testing her edge, curling as he coaxed her open further. His palm met resistance--warm, tight muscle braced around his knuckles. Her breath hitched.

"Oh, fuck--I feel you, Wolf," she gasped, eyes fluttering closed. "Deeper. Please..."

Tristan let out a shaky laugh. "She's begging now. You're really gonna do it, huh?"

Wolf didn't answer. He focused--gently, steadily pressing forward. His knuckles disappeared, then the wide base of his hand met the edge of her cunt. Anna cried out, her head dropping to Wolf's shoulder, forehead slick with sweat.

Wolf paused, holding there. Letting her feel the pressure. Letting her ask for it.

Anna whimpered, almost desperate now. "I want your whole hand inside me. Please, let me feel you."

Wolf grunted, adjusting the angle, his other arm still wrapped loosely around her waist. With a slow, delicious push, he sank deeper. Her body fought for a moment, then melted.

A tight squeeze, a sudden give--and then her cunt swallowed his hand past the wrist.

"Jesus." Tristan's voice was hoarse, awed. "Wolf. Your fist is inside her. Fucking hell."

Anna was moaning brokenly now, her face slack, hips rolling uncontrollably as she rocked herself down on him.

"I feel you," she gasped, voice shaking. "So deep. I can't believe--fuck--I can feel your knuckles inside me, I can feel your heartbeat in your palm."

Still impaled on his hand, Anna began to move her own arm again inside Wolf's cunt, matching the rhythm, syncing their pleasure. He bucked softly, his moans breaking against her ear as she stroked his insides with precision. She kissed his temple, then his jaw, her movements full of reverence and hunger all at once.

"You're fucking each other with your fists," Tristan said, almost reverently, his cock slick in his hand. "That's--insane. You're made for each other. Look at you. It's gorgeous."

Their mouths found each other again--hot, messy, feral--and they devoured the kiss as their arms moved in tandem. Fucking each other as messy and feral as they were kissing. Fist into cunt. Cunt around fist. Hips grinding, muscles shaking, fingers flexing deep inside where no one else had ever reached.

Anna started moving in and out of Wolf's pussy, the wet suctioning sound of his pussy filling the room. He cried out, "Fuck--don't stop--god fuck me--"

Wolf slowly started twists his hand back and forward, increasing in speed rapidly matching her strokes. He groaned into her mouth biting her lip, "You're so tight around me. I can feel everything."

Anna cried out, "I'm gonna come--I can't--oh my god--"

They both climaxed again, hard and deep, still filled with each other. Wolf's body arched, convulsing with the intensity of it. Anna's cunt pulsed wildly around his wrist as she sobbed out her release, their hands locked inside one another like anchors.

Tristan groaned loudly and came too, untouched now, painting his chest with streaks of hot release as he watched them in awe unravel together.

And still--Anna didn't pull out.

And neither did Wolf.

They stayed like that, suspended in the mess of sweat and come and breathless intimacy.

Unable--unwilling--to let go.