"You-" Breunor started, and stopped. He bit his lip, scuffed the floor with his shoe.

"You want my autograph?" Eggsy asked, smirking.

Breunor flashed him an annoyed look and flushed even as he continued "When you're with Harry, you usually top, yeah?"

Eggsy blinked a few times. With Breunor it was the other way around - Harry spent hours taking him apart. "...Yeah."

"And you're fuckin' good at it, if how he looks after is any judge." Breunor continued, flushing even redder "Would you teach me?"

Eggsy couldn't stop the Cheshire cat smile that spread across his lips. "Sure."

It'd been another few weeks since the run-in with Bennett, and things around the house were finally starting to smooth out. Those peaceful mornings were every morning, unless one of them was on a mission. The days didn't break down into contests of which Eggsy could do the most damage anymore, though they tended to bicker still. They were finding their rhythm.

But now that Breunor and Excalibur had stopped focusing on their cold war and picked their heads up, they had occasion to notice the way Harry was still dancing around them. It wasn't obvious, and when either thought long and hard about it they came up with the conclusion that his hesitancy was somewhat less than it had been in the early days. But he still seemed worried and when left to his own devices, could be found watching them with his gaze focused inward. Breunor brought it up first as Excalibur was still working on the concept of voicing his concerns.

And so they'd formed a plan.

"Fuck, Harry," Breunor moaned as Harry rocked his hips, taking more of Breunor's cock as he did "God, you're so fuckin' gorgeous."

Harry leaned down over him, smirking, and kissed a wet trail up his chest. "You should see yourself, darling."

Breunor winked at that, gliding his hands down to grip Harry's waist "I do," he replied, and drew Harry up, twisting his hips so that when he came back down the head of Breunor's cock dragged across his prostate. Harry gasped and braced himself on his hands, his lips parted.

"Where did you learn that?"

"I taught him," Eggsy settled on the bed beside them. Harry tensed, drawing a hiss from Breunor, and pushed himself into a more upright position. The two of them were near the edge of the bed, Breunor's feet on the floor, something Harry hadn't given much thought to at the time but now looked premeditated.

"Eggsy-"

"Shh, didn't mean to startle you love." Eggsy pressed a kiss behind his ear. Harry's eyes roved over his naked form, his gaze hungry. But he and Breunor had played their cards right, and already his buried insecurities were being dragged into the light. A dismayed crease was growing between his brows, and there was a hesitancy in his movements when he caught Excalibur's chin in his hand and drew him in for a searching kiss.

"'S alright, love, we talked about this," Eggsy murmured against his lips.

"Did you," Harry huffed, finally relaxing a bit. "I'm beginning to think I should be invited to your talks."

"You like the surprises." Eggsy picked up the tube of lube they'd discarded on the bedsheets, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the side of Harry's neck so Harry couldn't watch him slick his fingers. Breunor drew his attention back, by repeating his earlier move with a smug little grin. Harry bit back another moan, then stilled at the press of a lube-slicked finger where Breunor was still thrusting deep into him. "This ok?"

Harry's eyes blew wide at the question "Oh," he moaned, then "yes."

"Thought you might like it," Eggsy murmured, massaging the tight ring of muscle under his fingertip.

"Fuck, Excalibur, I can feel you," Breunor pressed in to the hilt and groaned.

"Gonna be feelin' me a lot more pretty soon," Eggsy replied, and slipped the tip of his finger in alongside his cock.

"Ah," Harry's legs edged further apart on the mattress, which only served to bring him down further onto Breunor. Breunor arched and swore a blue streak.

Eggsy paused, using his free hand to draw Harry back against his chest and nosing along his hairline, "Too much?"

"No," Harry's voice at once shook on the word and rang with conviction, "but it's been a long time."

Eggsy nodded "We'll go slow."

Breunor stilled his hips then as Eggsy carefully worked his finger in to the knuckle. He smoothed his hands up Harry's thighs, continuing up until he could thumb at Harry's nipples, tweaking until they hardened and Harry's chest was heaving. Then he dragged his hands back down his chest and took Harry's cock in his hand just as Eggsy pressed a second finger in.

"Fuck," Harry arched between them while Breunor tossed his head back on the pillows at the added pressure on his cock. Eggsy brought his free arm around Harry's waist, holding him steady.

"You're so good for us, Harry," he murmured, fucking in both fingers while Harry reached back and curled his hand into his hair "Can feel you opening up for us. 'S gonna feel amazing, havin' both of us in you at once."

Harry whined low in his throat at the words. Sweat was breaking out on his brow, making his hair stick to his forehead in curls. His eyes had slipped closed and his lips remained parted on a never-ending stream of little gasps and moans. The concern was gone, wiped away by rapture as Eggsy worked him slowly open. Breunor lay flushed and panting beneath him, his chest gleaming with sweat and his gaze hot and glazed and still wildly mischievous as he worked Harry's cock just as slowly as Eggsy was stretching him. His lips were an even brighter red than his cheeks, bitten as he fought against himself to keep from thrusting.

Eggsy kissed Harry's shoulder and let him go, withdrawing his fingers and shifting on the bed "Lean forward, love, get close to him yeah?"

Harry shakily did as he was bid, leaning down and bracing his forearms on the pillow by Breunor's head.

"Hey Harry," Breunor greeted, kissing him sweetly, then drew back to look at Eggsy over his shoulder "Ain't this a bit fast?"

"Thought I told you to leave this bit to me," Eggsy said, and dropped to kneel between Breunor's feet.

"What are you-" Breunor started while Eggsy set his hands on Harry's hips, but he cut off with a shouted "Fuck," over Harry's wordless moan when Eggsy leaned in and ran his tongue around Harry's rim. Eggsy smirked and applied himself fully to the task, lapping along Breunor's shaft and pressing teasingly at Harry's loosening hole until both of them were panting, Harry's arms shaking as he tried to hold himself up and Breunor's hands fisted in the sheets.

"If you don't fuckin' hurry up, Excalibur," Breunor threatened, then keened when Eggsy flicked his balls lightly.

"Just lie there and enjoy it," Eggsy instructed, but when he leaned back in he slipped his tongue in where his fingers had loosened, drawing a soft shout from Harry and another moan from Breunor.

"'Es gonna fuckin' kill us," Breunor whined, squirming with the need to fuck up into Harry and the feeling of Eggsy's tongue curling beside his cock. Harry didn't respond, apparently having lost words. Instead he gasped and panted over Breunor, sinking lower every second as though he couldn't hold his own weight anymore.

Breunor, at length, managed to unclamp his hand from the sheets where they'd fallen when Eggsy's fingers had become his tongue, and reached for Harry's cock again. Harry jolted at the first light touch, gasping "Eggsy don't-"

"Hmm?" Eggsy pulled back, licking his lips, and Harry dropped his head to the pillow.

"Think he was talkn' to me. He's close," Breunor offered as he drew his hand away.

"'Course he is," Eggsy let go of Harry's hips and slid in three fingers without warning, biting back a smirk when Harry keened and his hips twitched in an involuntary thrust.

"Oi, maybe don't take that as a challenge?" Breunor's voice was shaky and high.

"Eggsy," Harry hissed, "Excalibur, would you fucking get on with it?"

Eggsy grinned "Yes, Harry," he slipped his fingers free, earning a disgruntled sound from both Harry and Breunor as he did. "I need you to watch him," Eggsy said as he slicked his cock "He won't tell us if we hurt him."

"Yeah," Breunor agreed, shifting to take more of Harry's weight. Harry dropped lazy kisses along Breunor's neck as Eggsy lined up behind him. When Eggsy pressed the head of his cock where his fingers had been, he bit.

"Good?" Eggsy asked tightly when Breunor was the one to keen at the touch.

"Hurry up," Breunor replied, and Eggsy obliged.

Eggsy slid in agonizingly slow, and for half a second thought he might black out. He'd been neglecting his own arousal in the hopes of lasting longer once he was in Harry, but now he had to bite down on his hand to keep from coming on the spot. Harry collapsed completely on top of Breunor, one long, breathy moan falling from his parted lips, the sound low and desperate. Breunor himself was for once silenced after a single, broken "fuck."

When he finally bottomed out Eggsy had to brace himself on the mattress. Harry was hot around him, twitching at the wide stretch, impossibly tight. "Harry," he babbled "fuck, god, look at you, fuck, takin' both of us, so fucking good."

Breunor had apparently already suffered enough that night to get his wits about him rather quickly, taking Harry's face in his hands while Eggsy was still trying to remember how to breathe and stroking his thumbs over Harry's cheeks. "Harry, look at me. It don't hurt or nothin' does it?"

Harry didn't respond, only nuzzled Breunor's cheek with a wordless reassuring murmur.

"How is he?" Eggsy asked when he got his breath back, running one hand up Harry's side soothingly.

"Fuckin' gorgeous, as always," Breunor replied, his eyes gone soft even through his arousal, and he tilted Harry's face up so he could kiss him. Eggsy wondered at him, the joyful tenderness that came so readily and without a hint of melancholy, and at himself, whether he could be like that in time or if it was a trait all Breunor's to hold. "Can't believe he's come apart like this, 'e can't even talk proper. You're bearin' your soul to us, aren't you love?"

"Please," Harry managed, his voice low and wrecked.

Eggsy didn't need any more prompting. He dutifully rolled his hips, drawing a harsh breath from Harry and another curse from Breunor and making little flashing lights dance in his own vision. He set a pace, slow so he didn't come in seconds, shivering at the feeling of Harry around him and Breunor sliding in with him. He leaned over Harry's back, drawing a sigh from Harry as he did, and slid one hand up along his arm to tangle their fingers together over Breunor's head. Harry whined and dropped his head again, clinging back the moment Eggsy's fingers slid between his own.

"Fuck, I don't know whose name to fuckin' shout," Breunor laughed, and Eggsy and Harry laughed with him. Breunor took Harry's other hand, kissing each of his fingers between little hitching groans. Harry's breathing quickened, moans turning desperate and needy.

"Eggsy," he gasped, and it sounded like a plea but no direction followed it.

"Right here, love. We're not going anywhere," he pressed a kiss to Harry's neck "Look what you're doing, Harry. You can have us both, " Eggsy whispered, squeezing the hand twinned in his.

With a quiet sob Harry came, his grip on their hands turning to iron. Breunor made a low sound in his throat and caught him up in a messy kiss, both of them stilling while he gasped through his orgasm.

It wasn't even a full minute later when Harry squeezed their hands again insistently. "Don't stop."

Breunor frowned "Harry, this can't feel good now that you've-"

"Shut up, Breunor," Eggsy cut him off "You know that ain't what this is about."

"I know, but is it really alright to keep going?"

"Yeah, but we shouldn't take too much longer. Wouldn't be polite." Eggsy kissed along Harry's back as he spoke, resuming his slow grind "I don't think this is gonna work," he observed.

"What?" Breunor gasped, and Harry finally tuned back in enough to crack his eyes open.

"Don't freak out," Eggsy nuzzled Harry's cheek "You just let us do the work. I mean how we're set up. Requires a little more participation from Harry than he's up for right now."

"I'm not complaining," Breunor contested, and Eggsy raised an eyebrow at him.

"You like bein' pinned down there? Didn't think I was a masochist."

"I can move."

"You'll be able to move better after," Eggsy carefully pulled out without waiting for a response.

With some careful manhandling, they got Harry turned over so his back was resting on Breunor's chest. Breunor gave an appreciative sigh when he sank back inside Harry, his arms coming up to encircle him. Eggsy took hold of one of Harry's legs under the knee, pushing his leg up to rest in the crook of his elbow, and carefully slid back in.

"Oh," Harry tossed his head back, exposing the long column of his throat. Breunor took full advantage of this, sucking marks into his skin like a compulsion. Eggsy appreciated the new view, Harry's chest flushed beneath him, Breunor's hands holding him in place, roving and settling every now and again to work his already reddened nipples to an abused shade of scarlet.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," Eggsy said, leaning down to take one into his mouth. Harry twisted under him but the sound he made was only encouraging. He'd been right, he and Breunor both had an easier time like this, falling quickly into a rhythm. Eggsy eventually let up to watch Harry the way Breunor had been, reveling in the way his swollen lips parted on ragged breaths, the sight of his unruly hair bouncing with their thrusts, and almost came on the spot when he found Harry watching him in return, dark eyes shining and hypnotized.

He leaned in, fighting to hang on, to murmur in his ear "We're gonna come in you, love. You'll be so wet from the two of us, all mixed up inside you-"

"Fuck, Eggsy-" Harry cried, and clenched around them as he came again, dry and still untouched.

"Did he just-" Breunor asked, his voice rough.

"Yeah," Eggsy rasped "Haven't pulled that off before."

"Oh fuck," That was the last thing Breunor's tolerance could take, apparently, as Eggsy felt him coming with a muffled cry in Harry's hair. Then suddenly Eggsy was whiting out, clinging to Harry as he shook from the intensity of it.

Not one of them felt like moving for a long stretch of time thereafter. Then, with great effort, and greater care, Eggsy drew away. Harry whined, just a touch mournfully, and Eggsy caught him up in a kiss to sooth him, open-mouthed and unhurried.

"We should make this a regular thing," Breunor sluggishly declared, his eyes closed and his face still buried in Harry's hair. Eggsy chuckled at him and went to fetch a wet cloth to clean up the worst of the mess with. When he got back Breunor and Harry had separated, so he threw his second cloth at Breunor and set about wiping the come off Harry's chest.

"I'm serious. This was aces," Breunor continued.

"Maybe next time you can be the one in the middle," Eggsy replied.

"Why me? I wanna see what your smug face looks like takin' both of us. Can't trounce me in the bedroom then."

"Yeah alright, deal, 'cuz I still fuckin' will," Eggsy smirked.

"Well thank god we settled that," Harry's voice floated up from the pillows "now, if you two are quite finished, I would like to sleep."

"Look who's back with us," Breunor grinned, dropping down beside Harry and pulling him close "are you alright?"

Eggsy tossed the rag and came to rest on his other side, sandwiching Harry between them. Harry smiled, his eyes still closed.

"Yes, darling, I'm alright," he kissed the top of Breunor's head, then went to do the same with Excalibur, but he was too quick and moved so the kiss landed on his lips "now go to sleep."