Enjolras looked between the two of them as he remained knelt on the end of the bed, looking between the two of them. "What do you mean?" He asked, swallowing hard as Combeferre kicked off his shoes.

Eponine laughed as she rolled her eyes, scooting closer to Enjolras and nuzzling his neck as he remained where he was. "He means me, you and him," she breathed as she placed a kiss on his neck, attempting to encourage him to relax.

"Hows does that…? I mean… the books, it's always two people…" He swallowed hard as he looked up at Combeferre for an explanation who was quickly folding his shirt and placed it on the chair. Eponine sighed as she moved onto Enjolras' lap and continued peppering kisses over the area of skin that she could find.

Combeferre cleared his throat as he sat down on the edge of the bed and began on his socks, taking his time to pair them up. "I'm sure you read two types of books, knowing you. Heterosexual and homosexual," he began, glancing at Enjolras to see him nod. "And you studied the techniques?" He asked, gaining another nod. "Then relax and you shall see."

Combeferre shed his jeans before joining them on the bed, chuckling as Eponine moved to kiss Combeferre whilst Enjolras watched on speechlessly. Her lips were chapped and dry against his and soon he found his own lip between hers, her teeth brushing over it and causing a small moan to escape his lips as his arm wrapped around her waist and his free hand finding Enjolras'. He looked into her eyes as she looked back at him hungrily, her body pressed up against his as she remained seated on Enjolras lap. Her hand tangled in his hair, pulling at the sandy locks as she slipped her tongue between his lips, running it over his teeth before pulling away, making sure to drag her teeth over his lip one last time before she turned back to Enjolras. "Like watching, Blondie?"

"Yes. I mean… I do but…" He looked at Combeferre, his cheeks burning as he looked at him for help. His friend laughed as he pulled Eponine off of Enjolras' lap and ruffled her hair, gaining an annoyed pout from her before he stood up.

"I think what he's trying to say, Ep, is that he wants to join in," he winked at the girl as she grinned back him. He slowly pushed Enjolras onto his back on the bed and kissed him softly. After a few moments Enjolras seemed to regain his confidence and soon he was controlling the kiss, changing the tempo whenever he felt fit. His hands were on Combeferres shoulders, holding him in place. Combeferres eyes slid shut as he leaned into the kiss, not at all surprised that Enjolras was in charge. He was drifting into bliss, one of his hands placed on the blondes chest, the other supporting himself on the bed when Enjolras moaned loudly into his mouth.

Taken by surprise, Combeferres eyes snapped open as he tried to work out where the noise had come from and it only took him a moment to realise that Eponine had dragged it out of the man underneath him. Whist Combeferre had been knelt straddling his stomach Eponine had quickly removed his boxers and wrapped her lips around his length, bringing him to full hardness. Combeferre watched her for a moment despite Enjolras' needy moans beneath him, his own hand palmed himself through his boxers as he watched her expertly take his entire length into her mouth before she stilled, looking Combeferre straight in the eye before pulling back as she continued to suck and lick Enjolras.

When he turned back to look at Enjolras his eyes were screwed shut. He leaned down and kissed him, coaxing his lips open as he moved his hands around his waist, his nails dug into Combeferres sides and he knew instantly they would certainly leave bruises tomorrow. "You're familiar with top and bottom?" Combeferre asked. Enjolras grunted and managed to nod in return. "Which sounds the most appealing to you?"

"I… I don't know…" He gasped as Eponine ran her teeth lightly over him before he felt himself touch the back of her throat again. "I've never done this… before… I don't think I'll be an…any good…"

Combeferre rolled his eyes as he kissed him again. "It hurts a bit to bottom at first but I find it more enjoyable," he told him as he took Enjolras' hand and placed it over his boxers, encouraging him to squeeze his length. Enjolras' eyes instantly followed his hand, swallowing hard.

"Bottom," Enjolras rasped as he looked Combeferre in the eye. "It's what I want."

His friend looked at him for a moment before nodding his head. He turned to look at Eponine, tangling his fingers in her hair and tugged at it, causing her to moan. He'd overheard enough of her conversations with Grantaire when they were drunk, discussing their recent lays to know exactly how she liked it. He tugged harder, causing her to moan this time, her throat vibrating around Enjolras who cried out, bucking up into her mouth. "On your back," he told her sternly. She looked up at him, lust filling her eyes as she pulled off of Enjolras and moved to kiss him. He dodged her as he placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her down onto the bed. "Maybe later."

Enjolras frowned as he watched them, pushing himself up on his elbows for a better view. His length twitched at the sudden cold, missing the warmth of Eponines mouth as he watched him move her so her head was at the end of the bed and her feet towards the headboard. If she had been taller they probably would have been on his pillow, he noted. Combeferre motioned for Enjolras to stand, so he did with a frown and went over to the end of the bed. "You can use her mouth again," he smiled at him kindly. "Either standing at the end of the bed, leaning forward or kneeling over her. Which ever is the most comfortable.

Enjolras looked down at her for a moment, debating which he would prefer as Combeferre slipped two fingers into her mouth, watching as she sucked around them, closing her eyes before he finally decided. "I think I'll kneel on the bed," he informed them. Combeferre nodded his head, helping him to position himself so he had a leg either side of her face and his hands somewhere near her waist. He moaned as she took him back into her mouth again and he could suddenly understand why people engaged in sex. He'd never felt so satisfied in his life.

Suddenly he felt Combeferres hand on his back, pushing him down so hips were raised up in the air whilst Eponine continued to bob her head. Suddenly two hands were on his cheeks, spreading them apart as a cold liquid ran down his crack. He gasped as he tried to move away from it, thrusting himself further into the girls mouth as Combeferre grabbed his hips to hold him still. "I should have warned you it would be cold," he told him, a hint of amusement playing in his voice as he began to spread it around his hole with his finger. "Try not to choke Eponine."

He blushed as he buried his face in Eponines stomach, his moans muffled as she began to run her tongue over his length. Suddenly a finger pushed past his tight ring of muscle, the unfamiliar feeling causing him to grit his teeth. Combeferre kept it there for a moment, allowing him to adjust to it before pushing it further. After a few minutes of having a finger inside of him, unmoving he moaned, trying to push back against it and causing a laugh from the other man. "Be patient," he told him as he gently began to thrust it into him before curling it, brushing against his prostate. He let out a whine at the pleasure it caused him, bucking into Eponines mouth.

He lifted his head as he panted, moving to lean on his elbows. Eponine parted her legs hopefully moaning around him as she felt his breath against her clit. Combeferre smirked as he added a second finger, causing the other mans breath to hitch. "Touch her," he told him, glancing down at Eponine. "But don't let her come."

Enjolras frowned slightly as he moved one of his hands, gently running his finger over her clit, familiarising himself with it. "How will I know when she's about to?" He asked as he began to rub her, letting out a moan as she took more of him into her mouth encouragingly.

"You'll know," he smirked as he began to scissor his fingers. Enjolras nodded his head as he pushed a finger into his entrance, curiously moving it inside of her and gaining another muffled moan. Combeferre leaned closer to him, placing a kiss on his spine. "Add another," he instructed him. "Thrust them, like you did with your tongue and if you can, add another."

Enjolras took a moment before added a second finger at the exact same time Combeferre added his third finger into him and gave him a slightly harder thrust. Enjolras gasped as he felt him brush against his prostate and he hurriedly sped up his own thrusts into Eponine. He stilled suddenly as he felt Eponine pull off of him as she dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock and further until she reach the point where Combeferres fingers connected with him. He heard an amused chuckle from behind him from Combeferre. "Not going to work," he told her as he bent down to kiss her, keeping his fingers moving inside of him. He watched the kiss as he began to work his fingers in side of Eponine again, realising he could use his thumb to rub her as well. She gasped against Combeferres lips as he raised his eyebrow before reaching down and pinching her nipple. Her head fell back on the bed as she screwed her eyes shut. "That's all you get," Combeferre told her sternly. "Tonight isn't about your pleasure," Eponine pouted before moving her head back to Enjolras' length, begrudgingly taking it back in her mouth.

Enjolras lifted his chest up to watch her as he panted, an unfamiliar tightening forming in his stomach before he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over her clit, causing her to clench around her fingers. "I think she's close," He breathed, looking up at Combeferre who smirked in reply.

"Ep, stay where you are," he instructed. "I think you're ready, Enjolras," he informed him as he moved his fingers out of him and grabbed a condom, rolling it on before applying a generous amount of lube and running his fingers through Eponines hair before pulling her mouth away from Enjolras. "Don't touch her and don't touch yourself, Ep."

They both complied as Combeferre moved Enjolras back towards the edge of the bed before he took himself in his hand and lined himself up. "This might hurt a little bit," he told him as he slowly pushed the head inside, gaining a pained grunt from Enjolras. He stilled as he rubbed his back soothingly, waiting until Enjolras shifted slightly before pushing in a little further. After a few minutes the pain passed and Enjolras rocked back against Combeferre as Eponine watched. He thrust into him gently, allowing him to get used to the sensation as he offered Eponine his fingers again, rolling her eyes as she eagerly sucked on them. Soon Enjolras was moaning beneath him as he sped up his thrusts and he quickly reached around him, taking his length in his hand as he began to stroke it. Enjolras panted beneath him as he neared his orgasm, his hair sticking to his da,p forehead when suddenly, Combeferre pulled out. He whined at the loss, straining to look at him over his shoulder. "Hands and knees," Combeferre instructed and Eponine eagerly obliged, moving onto the bed in front of Enjolras. Combeferre rolled his eyes as Enjolras' confusion. "I thought you might like a go at both positions," he told him as he tossed him a condom as well.

Enjolras blushed as he realised and moved forward, carefully rolling it on before pushing himself into Eponine as he watched. He thrust into her carefully like Combeferre had at first, running his hands uselessly over her back as he tried to work out what to do with them when Eponine suddenly reached her hand down between her legs to touch herself as Enjolras tangled one of his hands in her soft hair. Combeferre cleared his throat as he sat down on the bed in front of her and grabbed her wrist, pulling it away. "I said no touching," he reminded her before capturing her lips before she could complain. Enjolras grunted as he thrust into, throwing his head back as his eyes squeezed close.

He didn't notice the bed shift as Combeferre knelt behind him, not until he felt the now familiar feeling of something pushing inside of him and he stilled, his eyes going wide as he realised it was Combeferres length that now filled him again. Eponine whined as she pushed herself back against him and Combeferre took advantage of her movement and pushed deeper into him at the same time, making him moan again. Eponine glanced over her shoulder, her mouth falling open at the sight at the sight. Combeferre leaned forward, placing his hand over hers as he began to thrust, forcing Enjolras to move inside of her as well. Soon they had a rhythm going, as Combeferre pulled out of Enjolras, Eponine pushed back against him and soon all three of them were close again.

Combeferre leaned forward, his chin against Enjolras' shoulder bladde as he spoke to Eponine. "You should see how this looks," he told her, his voice full of lust as she let out a small whine in reply. "So hot… Enjolras between us, buried inside of you. You want to touch yourself, don't you? Answer me."

She swallowed hard as she pushed herself back against Enjolras. "Yes," she finally managed to breath as Enjolras hesitantly moved his hand to her breast, kneading it in his hand.

Combeferre smirked as he watched them, his thrusts becoming faster. "He's a fast learner, I should tell him to stop touching you, too make you wait… but I don't think you can," he told her. "God Ep, you're needy. Go on, touch yourself."

She shuddered as she moved her hand between her legs as Enjolras twisted her nipple, her fingers rubbing against her clit. Within moments she was shuddering beneath them, clenching tightly around Enjolras as she came. Enjolras wasn't far behind her. He buried his face in her back as she came wordlessly, squeezing his eyes shut as he collapsed on top of her. Combeferre pulled out, raising his eyebrow at the two of them as Enjolras rolled off of her, panting.

Eponine gazed up at Combeferre, her lips parted as her chest heaved before she slowly moved her eyes down to his still hard length. She beckoned him forward as he leaned down and kissed her, her lips brushed gently against hers before her hand found his length and she guided him inside of her exhausted body. He continued to kiss her as he thrust, his hand tangling in her hair whilst the other entwined with hers. It didn't take long, only a matter of minutes before he moved to bury his face in the crook of her neck as he came, whispering her name over and over before he stilled. When they sat up they found Enjolras laid on the bed, his eyes closed as he gently dozed. Combeferre removed his condom and moved to throw it in the bin along with Enjolras' before Eponine crawled in bed beside the blonde, resting her head on his chest as Combeferre slid up behind her, melding his body around hers as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Get some sleep, Ep," he whispered softly as she closed her eyes, the three of them soon fast asleep.