ohmygod, They were roommates (M/M)

Emmanuel sat on the couch with his girlfriend. All gooey and romantic-like, with arms wrapped around each other's craning necks; the couple's cuddle™. For roommates, they were pretty tame. Colette's lithe figure apprises her nature to not occupying too much of the apartment. Since she had moved in, they'd never kept you up too late with the loud noises - respectful to your wishes, though the strands of black-dyed hair took some getting used to. You'd spent all this time worrying that a third party would ruin your at-home dynamic - always thinking that the third party would inevitably be you.

"John, come join us."

You knew Colette's invitation wasn't so much out of niceties to you. She's commented in the past that you standing while eating cereal often wigs her out. One of those roommate behaviors over time you've tried to rein in - and one Emmanuel used to copycat, but adapted thusly to the new addition, and took appreciation in your thoughtful concession. An amicable agreement.

And that little transaction goes both ways, setting your bowl down on the coffee table. You do still, however, loom, over the two of them.

"Can you suck me off?"

"Oh jeez, now?" Emmanuel glances toward the kitchen clock. "It's barely noon!"

"Relax, babe," Colette pats her boyfriend's shoulder, "It's not like we live by a schedule with our sex lives."

You smile innocently toward your roommate, and he, eventually, relents. Emmanuel shrugs, "Go ahead."

You shimmy your pants down, and stroke your cock in their face. Colette giggles, albeit respectfully to your size. Emmanuel takes some getting used to, not being bi, but he's always happy to help.

You press your cockhead against Emmanuel's lips, the light stubble causing you to flinch as you insert it. He gags, but quickly settles with your meat in his mouth. "Use your tongue, babe." Colette lends some pointers as her boyfriend bares down on your cock. He gives it a small lick, playing with the frenulum as he works his way up to the slit. He's never so judgemental with his teeth, always favoring his gums to stimulate you. You can practically feel the minty tingle from a recent tooth brushing on your penis.

Colette laughs, "This is always kinda hot."

Emmanuel mumbles, "Don't be gross, hon."

"Would it be gross if I fuck Cole after you finish slobbering on my schwang, E?"

"Of course not." he replies, rubbing your wet cock onto his cheek, then adding on, "Your dick's never gross."

"And maybe I'll pound you in the ass while you moan like a little bitch?"

"Sure. Yeah. I don't mind." Emmanuel simply plops your cock back inside his mouth, milking the precum down his fuck-throat.

The adoration you've received since finding out your privilege was it's own kind of reward. Colette would invite her taken friends over, and you'd find you were part of a larger ménage. The whole world, pairing off, but you were always the exception to a couple's bond; you were an intrinsic part of it. People were to marry each other, just so they could "help" you.

Your balls slap Emmanuel's chin, now. Sputtering in saliva that runs in streams down to the neckline of his hoodie. He looks up at you expectantly, as you always pick up speed before a cum. You groan, holding Emmanuel's head in, as torrent after torrent sprays against the roof of his mouth.
"Swallow." you say, to which he obliges. Emmanuel gasps between each gulp, only upstaged by Colette's puppy-dog eyes of watching her boyfriend commit to the gay affair.

"You're so good at that, babe."

Emmanuel pulls off your cock, wiping his mouth on his arm. "Yeah, yeah. You're just jealous John prefers my blowjobs."

Colette rolls her eyes, though accepting to the truth of that statement, "Oh, I couldn't compare, babe."