Holy Trinity

N woke up with his nose poked into his cheek. — Hello. The butler sank into the embrace with a sigh of relief. Falling asleep without bodies pressed on both sides turned out to be unusual and uncomfortable. — The producer has gone crazy... — The screenwriter rewrote everything at the last moment, cab you image? — By the way, this chick is... a stylist, right? — Yes. — She spent half a day unraveling J’s head. She was completely exhausted. V giggled. N ran his fingers through her loose curls and was amazed — Well, pure silk. —Oh, three combs were broken on you too. — Isn’t it because of your holey head that we shot an undecillion thousand takes? — Didn’t you sit on that expensive automaton, thinking that it was a “chic chair”? — Go to hell. — Go yourself. — Shh, - N stroked the faces barely visible in the darkness. They smelled of toothpaste and a little of his own cologne, which the three of them shared. No smell of vampirism. This pleased him. V's lips were the first to press against his skin, caressing that very spot under his ear that always made the butler's legs go numb. — You’re so warm from sleep. And you smell wonderful... — Thanks for the sandwiches, by the way. We ate them all. — You’re welcome, - N answered in a broken whisper. J repeated V’s actions, but from the other side. — It’s just crazy how you cook them. I would kiss all your hands. — Give them here. N melted incredibly slowly: his friends covered his fingers and palms with kisses. On the inside and back, wrists, forearms, shoulders and collarbones. Having met at the solar plexus, N, V ​​and J, despite their squabble, merged in a kiss. In the darkness, only their flickering bluish-gray outlines were visible, and wet sounds were heard. The butler did not disturb them, only watched and listened, feeling a thick, foaming whirlwind of butterflies smoothly swirling in his stomach. The maids broke the kiss with a guttural, satisfied groan and again reached out to each other. In a random glare, N noticed V kissing J. Fry over low heat. In the blindness of the night, their touches are deafening, like a scream. Like sneaking animals, fingers pluck the strings of the ribs, feel and stroke the body. Under the covers, the Butler is completely free - for them. The maids read this, completely tearing off the fabric from him, like the skin from a juicy fruit. Their lips on the body erupt with moans from N’s throat. Glory to Spode, the listeners on the radio cannot see their fun, but the team staring disapprovingly at it is very much so. Spit. He feels too good now. Greedy mouths probe every centimeter of his skin, stopping for a long time on his cheeks, forcing the butler to make wonderful sounds. They kiss, hug, bite, sending crackling sparks along the nerves. Palms stroke hair. — These sweet taste of yours... — Tops... — Truffles... — Candies... — Cherries... N moaned loudly and shuddered loudly at the pinching, twitching and twisting with hot, sweaty fingers, feeling how everything inside was huddled into a bunch of puppies trembling with delight. Yes-yes-yes. A thousand times yes. Bend like a wheel towards their incredibly hot mouths, kissing passionately and painfully. — This is... very... greahahaht, - N exhales heavily, stroking the maids’ faces invisible in the dark, — You are the best!.. - N can’t stand it, saying everything he thinks about, absolutely everything. — Good boy... — We love you. Very strongly, - V also suddenly breaks out with a confession, and J looks at her in surprise, after which, decisively shaking her head, he confirms: — Yeah. N, baby, you are also the best. The butler was speechless for a moment. Listening to his own feelings, he noted how vividly they trembled in response to their words. Like flowers under a gentle rain falling on them. — And I love you. — Is it true? — Yes. The maids pressed their cheeks to his palms, like faithful dogs that had once been picked up wounded and half-dead on the street. They stayed like that for a while, absorbing each other's warmth and, without saying a word, closed their eyes blissfully. Then N lowered his hands to their delicate hair and felt - both here and there - how someone else's fingers were hugging him on top. The three of us had fun together. He was drowned in the caresses of their lips, the dance of their intertwined eyes. Not ashamed, and so delightful. So much so that he's ready for round two. Their movements did not have the chaos that accompanied the vampiric intoxication - they were all absolutely sober and drunk at the same time, drunk with each other. V hugged slowly and deeply, and the feeling inside was so whole, satisfying, and voluminous. They became non-stop, N needed them, gave him air saturated with intoxicating carbon dioxide and their multi-layered smells, in which he wanted to bury himself and breathe deeply, swallow, like a fish passing water through its gills. N's sonorous and sweet hair, V's tenacious and hot eyes, holding him under her knee to open him harder, to fuck widely and sweetly into the relaxed, tender womb. Strong and measured movements of J's lips, throwing his head back under the pressure of N's kisses and muttering something unbearably frivolous. N pulls them both towards him, closing his eyes in anticipation of release, just like in childhood, when you blindly tear open the bright packaging of a Christmas gift, keeping your eyes closed until the last, and counting to yourself: — Three… — Two… — One… The butler flares up and burns like a napkin in the hands of a magician, the fireworks crack and burst in the stomach and under the eyelids, yellow, red, green... V is still stroking him, sparingly, but stroking him, and a purple wave of joy carries N until it clashes with the trembling in a sweet fit J, and they both speak sweet words to each other with pleasure, openly and gratefully, still looking into each other's eyes. — N, - a desperately hoarse sound is heard above his ear, and he breaks away from J’s hair to whisper a single word: — Bite me. N pushes into the very heart the feeling of V pouring into him, reveling in the last microscopic shocks, deep, deep on his neck, holding tightly: — Oh my robo-gooooooood!!! — Why robo? N had never heard him rejoice so loudly and felt a rush of pride and adoration. V breathed noisily into his neck, in no hurry to leave the embrace of his flesh, and the butler was in no hurry, combing with his fingers the monstrously pleasant-to-touch hair of J, who was snoring loudly and trustingly clinging to him. V finally stopped and leaned back; They were in complete harmony with themselves. How many times have they fallen asleep like this - cheerful, happy, contented? Can't count. — I love you, - muttered the Butler sleepily, - I love you very much. — And we love you, - the maids whispered synchronously. — Sleep, dear ones, get up early tomorrow. They all obeyed, drowning in oblivion.