I'm on mobile so I can't send you a gif but really anything smoaking flarrow would make my life (darhkfelicity)
They're a sweaty mass of bodies, exhausted from their first round of lovemaking. Felicity lays on her stomach, breathing hard, as Oliver's head comes to rest against her lower back while Barry's perches on her shoulder, his hand splayed out against her thigh, stroking it lightly as they slowly come down from their high.
In the melee to take off their clothes, somehow Barry's boxers had remained on, and now Felicity beings to play with them, her finger brushing from side to side along the waistband making his abdomen flutter with each gentle pass. "Stop that," he giggles, playfully pushing her hand away, but it doesn't deter her from hooking her fingers beneath the elastic and tugging it down ever so slightly to reveal a new patch of skin she hasn't explored with her tongue yet.
Barry hums in contentment the lower her fingers drag his boxers, until she's just getting a peek at the base of his growing erection. Earlier, he'd been between her legs as Felicity sucked Oliver off, and now it's her turn to do the same for him. She continues pulling, and he knows to lift his hips when his boxers get stuck halfway down his cock. It finally pops free a moment later and she wastes no time wrapping her hand around it.
Groaning, Barry leans back against the pillows of their California king bed as his eyes flutter shut when her lips wrap around the tip. Her skilled tongue does wonders, rolling over the crown before sinking lower, until he's completely engulfed by her mouth and she's lapping at his balls while her throat does marvelous things as it flexes around him. He's never been deep-throated before, and seeing that Felicity is somewhat of an expert at it, he knows he'll be asking for it again in the near future.
His hand cradles the back of her head, guiding her as she bobs up and down, ever so lightly grazing his skin with her teeth with every upstroke. God, her mouth feels amazing, and he gazes over at Oliver. He's staring up at them from his perch on her lower back, smirking. The bastard knows what it's like getting head from Felicity, and they share a look confirming that now Barry does, too.
With his free hand, he motions Oliver over, wanting him to participate in this as well. Barry has always adored the way he kisses, starting off soft and slow before building up the intensity until it feels like fire coursing through his veins. That's exactly what happens when Oliver leans over Felicity and his lips meet Barry's. He nips and sucks and nibbles before their tongues begin to clash for dominance. Oliver always wins though, especially since he has two free hands to grab the younger man's face and hold him still.
Barry groans against his lips, his fingers tightening in Felicity's long, golden locks as she continues to blow him hot and steady. Adding Oliver to the mix heightens his arousal significantly, and he knows it's only a matter of time before he lets go. She urges him on, one hand steadying his hips while the other cups and squeezes his balls. Above her, Oliver reflexively avoids pinning her to the bed, but still manages to keep his hold of Barry. Damn, the man has some serious muscle power in his arms and back if he can sit in that crazy position for so long.
But then Oliver moves away from his lips, trailing kisses down his neck and the center of his chest until he reaches Felicity's bobbing head. That's when he sits up and pulls away from them to settle himself between her knees. His fingers push them open, revealing her glistening sex still wet from the first two orgasms they'd given her earlier. His cock is rock hard and Barry can't help reaching out to give it some attention as Oliver licks his fingers before sinking them between Felicity's thighs.
Oliver groans, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as Barry strokes him a few times, enjoying the feel of such a massive dick in his hand. All the while, his fingers began playing with Felicity's slit, brushing up and down, and they both hear her moan in contentment. They're all pleasuring each other in one way or another, and the heady scent of sex fills the air the closer they get to completion.
Finally, Oliver puts an end to Barry's teasing, grabbing his wrist and pulling it away from his cock as he takes it in his other hand, positioning it between Felicity's thighs. His first thrust surprises hers, forcing her head to pull away from Barry's dick. Cool air surrounds him and he gasps, not expecting that at all. Oliver thrusts into her again, and she cries out, her hands wrapping around Barry and squeezing him tight, to the point where it's almost uncomfortable, but then her lips are around him again, taking him down her throat until he's buried to the hilt.
"Fuck!" he mutters under his breath, the sensation causing a tremor to shoot down his spine. He's very close now, then Oliver grabs him roughly and pulls him in for another mind-numbing kiss, and Barry knows he's done for. His hips rock in a wild rhythm, until he's literally vibrating with pleasure. Then Oliver does something he doesn't expect. His hand trails down Barry's back until it reaches his ass, and he squeezes. A moan escapes both their throats as Felicity moves between them, giving each of her lovers the attention they desire.
It's what Oliver does next that makes Barry yelp in surprise. His hand continues traveling down, between his ass cheeks, until it stops just above the puckered little hole. He circles it, once, twice, three times, lubricating it with Felicity's juices, then the shock comes as he pushes it inside. Barry nearly comes from the unexpected pressure and pleasure that accompanies the move. He's never had anyone touch him like that before, and now that it's happened, he never wants it to stop.
As Oliver continues to probe his ass, Felicity starts sucking harder, hollowing out her cheeks, and it becomes a struggle to hold on. There's only so much Barry can take, and with both of them assaulting his senses simultaneously, it only takes a few more pumps of Oliver's finger and Felicity's mouth to throw him off the edge in a spectacular fashion. He shouts, exploding in her mouth as his hips buck against it while Oliver finds the most sensitive spot in his body and strokes it relentlessly.
Barry sees stars before his vision goes white and he slumps back onto the bed, so incredibly exhausted and sated that he can do nothing but watch as Oliver puts his focus on Felicity and begins to fuck her with reckless abandon. He's hard and fast, setting a brutal pace, all the while she gives back with just as much intensity. Barry has never seen his partners like this, and the more he watches, the more he becomes transfixed by their wild fucking.
They go at it like animals for several more minutes, switching positions so she's lying on her back and he's above her, their eyes meeting with such an intensity, it's fascinating to Barry that they could ever love him like that as well. In moments like these, he wonders if he's a third wheel in this relationship, wonders if he's just a novelty to them, a passing fad. He wonders if they'll discard him once the novelty wears off.
But then Oliver grabs his hand and yanks him up, their lips crashing against each other as if the older man knows what he's thinking, and Barry realizes that no, he's not a novelty. He's love just as much as he loves, and they'll never let him go. They're part of him just as he's part of them, three lifelong friends and lovers destined to be together.
