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Ian let out a satisfied sigh as he found himself finishing inside Mickey. He slowly pulled out and rolled onto his back, lazily rolling his nipples between his fingers. “Fuck Mick,” Ian said with a chuckle. He turned and leaned over to press a kiss to the back of Mickey’s head as the bottom continued sucking Trevor off. “You two are so hot together, you know that right?” Ian said, sliding his arm around and under Mickey’s waist to start jerking him off. Trevor let out a loud moan, slamming his cock up Mickey’s throat.
“You should see you ,” Trevor said. His eyes fluttered as he fucked Mickey’s throat. “Oh fuck -” Trevor moaned. He wrapped his legs over Mickey’s shoulders then wrestled him onto his back, rolling them away from Ian. Mickey let out a surprised yelp which turned into a moan as Trevor kissed his way down Mickey’s chest to his dick. “Look how hard you are babe,” Trevor teased, tugging at Mickey’s cock a few times. Ian watched as something in Trevor’s eyes glistened, then Trevor slammed into Mickey.
“ Trev - fuck, fuck - Ian!” Mickey called out. He was a bigger mess than Ian ever saw in his life. When Mickey called for him it jolted Ian out of his daze. Ian rushed to Mickey’s side, roughly tugging at his hair as he kissed his boyfriend. Mickey was in a state of mind - he moaned and twitched underneath them as the tops gave him their full attention. “Please,” Mickey whimpered eventually, making Ian freeze for half a second. He never heard Mickey beg for anything in his life. “Please, please Ian - fuck I’m so close,” Mickey pleaded, his voice frail and weak from his throat getting abused earlier. Ian glanced at Trevor who gave him a reassuring smile and a nod. Trevor leaned over Mickey. He reached out and used his index finger to tip Ian’s chin up, then kissed him softly on the lips.
“Holy fuck,” Ian whispered, listening to Mickey’s begs and cries for his name. He looked down at Mickey, who was staring at both of them like nothing else in the world mattered. “Fuck yes you can cum for me. You’re such a fucking slut you know? Taking both of us at once,” Ian said. He turned his attention back to Mickey, kissing him on the lips as he jerked him off, listening to Trevor return to fucking him in the ass. When he was done Mickey orgasmed with a loud cry of Ian’s name on his lips. Ian watched Mickey carefully, making sure everything was alright.
“Ian,” Mickey said in a too-small voice. He reached out and grabbed Ian by the arm, tugging him onto the bed. “My Ian. My Ian. No one else’s,” Mickey kissed Ian on the face, looping their legs together. Ian frowned slightly at Trevor, who had a look of realization on his face.
“Oh shit,” Trevor said, seeing Mickey be uncharacteristically soft. He crawled over to Ian’s side of the bed, Trevor curled up around Ian, wrapping his arms around both Mickey and the redhead. “Hey Mick look at me,” Trevor reached over and tugged Mickey gently by the hair. Mickey looked at Trevor, blinking as his eyes seemed to be a bit unfocused, and almost fogged over.
“The fuck is wrong with him?” Ian asked. Mickey let out a soft whine when he heard Ian in the slightest amount of distress. He decided he was annoyed by Trevor staring at him then buried his face into Ian’s chest. Ian instinctively wrapped his arms around Mickey, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Trevor let out a soft chuckle and reached out to ruffle Mickey’s hair. Mikey sighed in content, cuddling into Ian. “Hey, I asked you a question fucker.” Ian whacked Trevor with a pillow then protectively wrapped his arms around Mickey. Trevor rolled his eyes then kissed Ian on the cheek as he returned to his position of being the big spoon.
“Mickey’s fine,” Trevor said reassuringly. “He’s in something called subdrop,” Trevor explained. He peppered a few kisses along Ian’s collarbone. Mickey saw Ian get kisses then let out a demanding whine. Trevor chuckled and pressed a kiss to Mickey’s nose. “Whenever someone feels emotionally high or low after a scene there’s a chance it can happen. It’s especially possible depending on how intense the scene was. That’s why aftercare and cleanup are so important” Ian frowned slightly, holding Mickey close.
“He’s never done this before. Are you sure he’s okay?” Ian asked while pressing a kiss to the top of Mickey’s head. Trevor shrugged then nodded at Mickey.
“Why don’t you ask him?” Trevor rolled off the bed into the bathroom. He gathered some supplies - wipes, towels, a fresh pair of boxers for all three of them. Trevor caught a glance of himself in the mirror. His face was all red and pink, his eyes told more than he expected. With a small shake of his head Trevor combed his fingers through his hair. He picked up the towels and wipes then walked back into the bedroom.
“Hey Mick,” Ian said, attempting to get his attention. Trevor climbed into Mickey’s side of the bed. He set the stuff aside and watched as Ian tried getting the sub’s attention. Mickey just stared back at Ian all lovesick with a dopey smile on his face. Ian reached up and tugged at Mickey’s hair, which in turn made Mickey’s eyes flutter. “What’s going on up here?” Ian knocked his knuckles lightly against Mickey’s head. Mickey blinked then shrugged.
“Donnuo. Just wanna cuddle and kiss you cause I love you,” Mickey blushed. Trevor let out a laugh and kissed Mickey on the cheek.
“Why don’t you cuddle Ian while I get you all cleaned off? You’re going to be grumpy if you wake up with jizz dried on your chest in the morning.” He said, earning a cheer from Mickey in response. Ian let out a surprised yelp as Mickey barreled into him headfirst, wrestling him into the mattress. Ian kissed Mickey on the top of the head as he wrapped his arms around him. “See? He’s fine. It’ll wear off by the time we wake up… maybe,” Trevor said. Trevor reached over for the wipes and began carefully wiping Mickey down.
“Hi there,” Mickey said, kissing Ian on the cheek. Ian chuckled and nuzzled their noses together.
“You’re a romantic fucking sap when you get like this,” Ian noted as he curled his fingers in Mickey’s hair. Mickey pouted and shook his head. “Oh yes you are. Normally I’m the one who has to instigate post sex cuddles.” Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey’s waist, sitting him up against his chest. He pressed a few kisses against Mickey’s neck then sucked a soft hickey or to along his collarbone. “Fuck I can’t believe we fucked you so hard you’re literally in mindspace.” Trevor let out a laugh at that one as he pulled up a new wipe.
“That’s not exactly…” Ian leaned over Mickey and pressed a kiss on Trevor’s lips, “Yeah okay,” Trevor pulled away with a dopey smile on his face. “We’ll need to come up with a plan once he’s back,” Trevor said as Mickey let out an adorable sounding yawn. “In case it happens and he wants to stop or how he wants us to deal with it.” Ian let out a scoff then helped Mickey get tucked into bed.
“I doubt he realized he’s even able to do this. Neither of us had a great sex education,” Ian said. His own cheeks warmed up as Trevor smiled at him in that calm, understanding way of his. He finished wiping Mickey off just as the sub started to fall asleep, curled up in between his two boyfriends. When he ran into Ian on the West Side one day Trevor just wrote it off as a one off, and then it happened a few more times and well, bygones be bygones - after a five hour long talk an explanation about Ian’s bipolar and how to handle it better. “Hey,” Ian reached out and ruffled Trevor’s head. “Thanks for helping us with this.” Trevor nodded in response, curling up on Mickey’s side, wrapping an arm around the man’s waist.
“Anytime Red,” Trevor said with a wink. He pressed a kiss to the side of Mickey’s head, then to Ian’s nose. He let out a yawn and slowly let himself relax, eventually falling asleep himself.