He wonders if he got it all wrong, if he’s imagined the lack of care. The decline of their relationship.

Kurt’s eyes move to Blaine on the bed, taking in the supine form of his first love.

The deep blaze of green flares in his hazel eyes; jealousy, sharp and strong. He’s not staring at Kurt, but where Sebastian’s mouth is devouring Kurt’s dick. He doesn’t raise his gaze, doesn’t meet Kurt’s eyes in the playful manner he used to. It isn’t about Kurt anymore, isn’t about their love for each other.

It’s porn.

Hot cock getting swallowed down by eager man on his knees.

Anonymous.

Kurt closes his eyes, sinking into the sensations of Sebastian’s wet mouth on his dick. His hands sliding into Seb’s silky hair, tugging like he knows Seb likes, guiding his head.

He opens his eyes, glancing down at the spit slick stretch of Seb’s lips around his cock.

Fuck it. The thought shatters his concentration, shatters his control as he pushes into Seb’s waiting mouth, sliding deeper, harder, using his fingers in Sebastian’s hair to control the movement. He’s not going to hold himself in check, hold back, be gentle and loving, when this is the last time. He’s saying goodbye, with every quick shallow thrust.

God damn, they’re going to know its goodbye by the end of the night. They’re going to feel it bone deep and aching when he walks out the door.

Sebastian moans, wanton, thick, letting his jaw go slack as Kurt fucks roughly into his mouth. Sebastian’s eyes are closed, his own hand gripping his hard dick as he pumps it in time to the thrusts into his mouth, thumb sliding slickly over the dark red head, firm pressure. His hand tightening on the thick veiny shaft when Kurt’s fingers tighten painfully in his hair, pulling Seb away from Kurt’s cock, up and off.

There’s an obscene trail of spit between the head and Sebastian’s mouth.

Kurt meet’s Sebastian’s heavy lidded gaze, blinking slowly, fingers tightening in Seb’s hair before Kurt jerks his head back forcefully.

Sebastian just smirks, lips tilting sinfully, “We playing that game tonight, babe?”

Kurt stares, before tugging Sebastian to his feet by the grip on Seb’s hair. Holds him still as he presses forward, forces Sebastian’s lips apart with his tongue, plunders the hot musky depths within.

Kurt can taste himself in Sebastian’s mouth now. Blaine has been washed away on a sea of pre-cum. Opening his eyes, Kurt makes eye contact with Blaine, watches Blaine’s eyes widen as he pushes Sebastian away, towards the bed.

Kurt strips his t-shirt off over his head, jeans pushed down his legs quickly follow, as he steps out of them and kicks them away, socks get toed off and he’s naked and stepping towards the bed.

“What’s gotten into you?” Blaine’s voice is low, husky, gravely with lust and want, eyes roving over Kurt’s lithe form.

There’s no words, no answer, Kurt hasn’t had the answers for a very long time. Instead he presses his lips to Blaine’s, kisses the questions away until Blaine is mewling into his mouth, half hard cock thrusting impatiently into the air. Sebastian sits on the edge of the bed, watching, eyes narrowed in speculation.

Without breaking the kiss with Blaine, Kurt stretches out his hand, waiting, feeling Sebastian grip his fingers, tugs Seb closer, as Kurt continues to devour Blaine’s mouth. Kurt drops Sebastian’s hand, fumbling in the sheets for what he’d seen when he’d walked into the room. Fingers scrambling around in the tangle of bed linens, before finally, finally, gripping the hard plastic bottle.

Kurt flicks open the container, coating his fingers liberally before using his dry hand to shove it back towards Sebastian; mouth wide and messy as he tangles his tongue with Blaine’s, spreads his legs, and lifts his bottom higher.

There’s no prep time, no gentle work up, Kurt starts with two fingers and presses into Blaine’s ass, fucking in hard and deep, swallowing his gasp of shock, eating down the small hiss of pain. Blaine is already stretched, sore, swollen, tender, and so, so slick, Kurt slides right in.

Kurt’s ears are trained for the sound of the lube bottle opening, the squelching sound of it sliding messy and wet onto Sebastian’s fingers, the three second warm up, and then Sebastian is sliding one finger inside him. Fucking him with that single digit, hard, fast, quick preparation, as Sebastian was always better at reading his sex signals.

Breaking away from Blaine’s mouth, Kurt gasps, breaths, drags air into his starving lungs, before taking his cock in one hand, tapping Blaine’s leg with the other, waiting until Blaine lifts both legs over his shoulders. Kurt scoots forward, Sebastian’s hand following him, still moving hurriedly inside Kurt. With the hand on his cock, Kurt guides himself towards Blaine, pressing forward, pushing through the momentary resistance, and sinking, sliding, grinding inside until their thighs touch.

This is the moment that Sebastian decides to add a finger.

Kurt leans forward, bends Blaine in half, to reach his mouth. They kiss hot and messy, dirty, slick as Kurt’s hips thrust in time with Sebastian’s fingers.

“Hold still, Babe,” Sebastian growls from behind Kurt. The click of the bottle of lube opening and Kurt knows what’s coming, can’t help himself, he fucks into Blaine a little harder, bites at Blaine’s lips as he tries to control himself.

“I said hold still,” Sebastian grunts as he slicks up his dick with the lube, before shuffling forward. “You know this takes some manoeuvring.” Sebastian presses the head against Kurt’s hole, pushing, waiting, and Kurt bears down, thrusts back as Sebastian sinks in the first inch.

Kurt does know this takes effort, skill, but he also knows what works. Hips working frantically as he fucks into Blaine and fucks himself back into Sebastian’s dick. He works himself between the two of them, never letting his lips leave Blaine’s. Bites down on Blaine’s lower lip when he tries to draw back, take air into his lungs, end the kiss, bites down until Blaine’s lips plump and swell against his.

Sebastian is holding still, merely gripping Kurt’s hips as Kurt does the work, does all the work between them. Fucking Blaine and fucking himself on Sebastian’s cock.

It’s nearly too much. Not enough, everything in that moment.

This is goodbye, Kurt reminds himself.

He moves his hips harder, working himself between them in desperation.

This is the last time he’s going to touch them, kiss them… love them.

There’s a slight sob that escapes Kurt’s throat as he moves, lost in Blaine’s mouth, down the deep dark hole that exists in human existence.

“Shhh babe, we’ve got you.” Sebastian’s hands smooth up Kurt’s back, making a mockery of the tenderness Kurt used to enjoy.

‘We’ve got you.’ You haven’t had me in a long time, the thought flitters through Kurt’s mind.

Until there’s no more thought, only the white behind his eyelids.

Sebastian thrusts roughly forward, using his body to fuck Kurt into Blaine, trying to take them both over, reaching around Kurt’s slack form for Blaine’s hard cock, jerking it quickly and efficiently. Blaine goes first and Sebastian follows, pulling out of Kurt’s slack body to come across his pale, milky back.

Kurt’s collapsed on top of Blaine, head tucked into the curve of Blaine’s neck as he breathes raggedly. There’s conscious thought, feeling returning to his limbs. Sebastian is cuddling into their sides, pulling the covers up over them, reaching to turn out the bedside lamp before he cuddles close, and throwing his arm across Kurt’s back, tangles his leg between Blaine’s.

They’re asleep in moments, as Kurt gathers himself, thoughts and heart.

Sleep.

He’ll sleep until they go to work.

They didn’t notice he hadn’t said a word to either of them.

When they’ve left for work, he’ll say goodbye then.