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Dougie spent most of his nights with Matt and Emma now that things had become more established between them. It made things simpler when all three of them wanted to play, or even if they didn’t all want to, it was a conscious choice for that person to not be there. There were no exclusions. Sometimes Matt and Dougie would lay in the middle of the bed making out while Emma read her book, not paying either of them any mind until she was good and ready.

That was what Dougie thought they had planned. Emma was busy answering emails while Matt pinned Dougie beneath him, his mouth biting light bruises into the blonde’s neck making him let out high pitched whines, so pathetic and needy that Emma almost folded then and there. But she had a plan. And giving in was nowhere in that plan. Matt’s hand trailed slowly down Dougie’s front and the younger man cried out as he began to palm him through his shorts, his mouth still working at the thin skin on his neck.

“Undress him,” Emma said, breaking the relative silence in the room, causing both men to freeze and look up at her where she sat against the headboard.

Emma scrolled further in her emails absently, still not looking at the other two. Matt looked down at Dougie and smirked at him, his hands already moving to unbutton his shorts. “You heard her.”

Dougie nodded slightly, glancing up at the dominant woman, whining and reaching out for her with his now free hand. Emma smiled down at him and lifted his hand to her mouth, brushing her lips over his knuckles gently in a light kiss before going back to her phone. He frowned but his attention was soon drawn away from her when Matt wrapped a hand around his now exposed cock, causing his hips to jerk up into the hold. A gasp tore from him and the blonde wriggled under Matt’s heated gaze as he leaned in and licked at the head of Dougie’s cock before pulling away completely and tugged at the younger man’s shirt, only satisfied as it landed on the floor.

Matt’s mouth found his nipple before the fabric was fully off of him and Dougie whimpered at the feeling. Before Matt he had never really been into nipple play, and really even with Matt it hadn’t been discussed or explored enough for Dougie to think about it. Emma had introduced a lot to the list of things that he enjoyed. The first time she had run a nail purposefully over his nipple, he felt heat run through him, a sharp gasp ripping from his chest. Her interested look at the time made him flush as she spent the rest of the night exploring that reaction and pulling more like it from him until he begged her to let him cum. Dougie was pulled from the memory as Matt moved from one nipple to the other, giving it the same treatment, causing Dougie to arch up into his mouth, a whine falling from his lips as his bucked his hips, attempting to get some sort of friction from the man hovering over him.

Matt groaned as his own cock rubbed against Dougie’s thigh in the movement, thrusting down against the younger man desperately. He pulled the blonde into a long kiss, moaning loudly. Dougie whimpered as each thrust, though amazing, bordered on just not enough for him. He tried to shift so their hips would meet perfectly for both of them but it seemed as though Matt was shifting equally so that they never quite worked. The blonde whined, pressing his head back into the bed whining needily. Matt groaned and shifted his body just enough that his thrusts met with Dougie's, causing the younger man to cry out, finally feeling as though he was getting enough from the friction.

“Don’t let him cum, Matt,” Emma snapped, her tone holding a note of finality that Dougie didn’t dare question despite wanting to.

“I’m close,” Dougie whispered, forcing himself to focus and look up at Matt.

Matt nodded at him and pressed another kiss to his lips before moving to his cheek then ear, “Me too. Hold on just another second.”

Dougie bit his lip but nodded and Matt groaned, his thrusts becoming disjointed and uneven as he let go, cumming all over the two of them. Emma had put down her phone and moved to kiss Matt slowly as he came down from his high. He rolled off of Dougie, who sat confused, and Emma slipped into place, grinning at the younger man and beginning to lick the mess off of him. She licked a stripe up his cock and caught his cry with her lips as she moved to kiss him quickly. He moaned softly into the kiss and Dougie felt Matt’s clothed hand clean him up fully. He whined at the feeling of the cool cloth running over his still hard cock.

“Hush, being so good for us. How are you feeling?” Emma asked, cupping his cheek with her hand.

“Green? Confused, but green,” Dougie said softly, glancing at Matt and then back to her.

“Good, confused about what?” Emma asked, slipping to lie between Dougie and Matt, smiling when Matt wrapped his body around her, and squeezing his arm against her to show she wanted him to stay there.

“I thought we weren’t allowed…” he trailed off, blushing, nuzzling his face into her neck and hiding there.

“Oh sweet boy,” Emma said, cupping his chin and bringing him to look at her. “You misunderstood. You weren’t allowed to cum. Just you.”

“Oh, can I ask why?” Dougie asked softly, puzzled look still clouding his features.

“You can ask,” Emma grinned, knowing she was torturing him a bit.

He huffed, frustrated, but only pouted for a moment before asking, “Why was Matt allowed to but not me?”

“I have a plan, and in order for that plan to happen I need you to just trust that I am here to make you happy and feel good above all else,” Emma said, caressing his hair gently. “I know that isn’t the answer you wanted, but that is what I can give you for now.”
Dougie nodded, murmuring a soft “okay” into her chest as he nuzzled against her once more, relaxing and settling further as she played with his hair.

“Plan on sharing this plan?” Matt asked her as Dougie was falling asleep.

“Later,” Emma said. “You both should be resting.”

Matt nodded and pressed his lips to his wife’s gently before following the younger bassist into sleep.

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Whatever the plan was Dougie couldn’t tell if he loved or hated it. Emma and Matt always seemed to have their hands on him. He was doing the dishes after breakfast the next day and nearly dropped a mug when Emma pressed up behind him and ran her fingers up and down his torso, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He glanced over his shoulder at her and she grinned sweetly at him, pressing a kiss to lips quickly, her hands moving down to rub him teasingly through his pants. Dougie was braced against the counter, panting when she stopped.

“No, why?” he whined, turning quickly to chase her touch.

Emma placed a gentle palm on his chest and pressed up for a deep kiss before nodding to the time flashing on the microwave showing it was time for him to head to the studio. He looked back at her, devastated and her laugh echoed around the kitchen as she walked out, leaving him wanting more.

It’s late when he finished with the guys, so he made his way home. It was harder for Dougie to sleep without them now since they had made such a habit of being together, but he also knew that he couldn’t stay with them every night. Not that they would say no but still. His hand trailed down his chest, wanting to do anything to relieve some of the pressure but instead he threw on a movie and fell asleep during the opening credits.

The next day went the same, in the studio with McFly from morning until night. He barely had time to look at his phone when he got home and fell in bed, asleep as quickly as his head hit the pillow.

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“Being so good for me, Dougie,” Emma moans. “Just like that baby.”

He doesn’t remember how they got here. Him fucking her, his hands on her hips, soft sighing moans falling from her lips. Her skin is so soft and he can feel Matt pressed against him from behind, whispered promises echoing against Dougie’s skin. He can barely understand him but he knows inherently what is being said.

Dougie closed his eyes, moaning softly, only to open them and find Matt hovering over him, his back now on the bed. The change of position and partner isn’t even jarring as Emma is still there, grounding him with her presence and her lips on his neck.

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Dougie woke up gasping, harder than he had been in a long time. His hips ground down against the mattress and he knew if he continued he would cum. He kept grinding for a minute and it felt so good, so close. But instead he rolled onto his back, a pathetic whine dragged from his chest. He scrambled for his phone blindly hitting the first person on his recent contacts.

“Doug?” Matt’s sleep riddled voice answered, low and gravelly and doing more for Dougie than he needed at the moment.

His mind was still stuck between sleep and awake and he could feel how needy he was. All he could do was whine into the phone so keyed up and overwhelmed. Matt’s voice sent chills straight through him and he palmed himself through the jeans he fell asleep in, panting as he was barely able to comprehend what the man said. Dougie's mind was frayed, and it was less about being allowed to cum and more that he felt like he was falling apart. He could hear Emma and Matt quietly murmuring to one another before her voice took over. The way that Matt’s voice had teased his nerves, Emma’s soft calm tone soothed them over like aloe.

Dougie felt his body relax a bit, and he was still hard but not mind numbingly so. He could hear her whispered praises as he relaxed and let out a soft sigh. He felt sleepy and buzzing still, unsure in his body.

Emma hushed him and told him to get out of his jeans, how she knows he will never find out, and curl back up under the blankets. Her voice blanketed over him, as she told him nonsensical stories as he faded off, Matt’s low voice interjecting, making him settle and feel safe and put together again as he fell under the pull of sleep.

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The next morning Dougie drove to the Willis residence before 9 am. He stood at the door self conscious for a moment before knocking and waiting for anyone to come to the door. Matt answered and Dougie pushed him back, pinning him against the wall, molding his body to the older man’s, pressing their lips together in a desperate kiss. The younger man hesitated for a moment, feeling out of his depth being the aggressor, but his needs took over once more and he can’t bring himself to care.

Matt’s hands come up to Dougie’s hips, stopping any movement quickly and quickly moving them so that Dougie is pinned to the wall. He uses a hand and ran it up the younger man’s body, pinning both of Dougie’s wrists in his hand and above the blonde’s head, his other hand gently wrapping around Dougie’s neck, not applying pressure.

“I need you to calm down, sweetheart. I know you are desperate and needy but Emma has a plan and I know you want to be good for us,” Matt whispered, ghosting his lips over Dougie’s ear.

Dougie blinked slowly, his mind racing to understand what Matt said focusing only on the want, need, touch. Matt’s hand tightened slightly on the sides of his neck and Dougie’s focus sharpened before dulling to a gentle ache. Matt pressed his body against Dougie’s as the smaller man started to let himself get lost in the feeling, his legs giving out slightly as he gave in. The older bassist sunk them to the floor, releasing Dougie’s throat and pressing a kiss to his head. Dougie whined and let his head fall forward against Matt’s chest, his hands pinned between them, still held in Matt’s.

“Do you need to just sit?” Matt asked. “Emma isn’t home, but we can wait for her in the living room.”

Dougie nodded against the older man’s chest, nuzzling against him for a moment before looking up at him. Matt kissed his head and before letting go of his wrists, chuckling at the disappointed whine Dougie released.

“I’ll take care of you sweetheart. Go on in the living room,” Matt said.

Matt led Dougie into the room, sitting on the couch himself, expecting the younger man to follow. Dougie dropped heavily to his knees in front of the older man, whining softly and holding out his arms, pressing them together at the wrist in offering. Matt hummed and looked around, not finding anything to use on as a restraint.

“I know you want to be restrained, sweetheart, but I’m not leaving you alone like this so I am going to just hold you okay?” Matt asked softly, knowing he couldn’t leave the younger man in this state.

Dougie whimpered but nodded, moaning softly when Matt wrapped his hand around Dougie’s thin wrists. He ran his thumb over the thin skin, bringing the younger man’s hand up for a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

Emma came home a few hours later to find the house quiet. She frowned, knowing Matt had texted her a few hours earlier to let her know that Dougie had shown up an absolute mess. She found them after looking for a few minutes curled in bed. The television was quiet and Matted looked over at her as soon as she walked in. He leaned to whisper in Dougie’s ear and the blonde sat up with a start, moving to get to Emma as quickly as he could.

“Oh, sweet boy,” Emma said, dropping her bag and moving to the bed before he could get up. She slid in beside him, pressing her mouth to his in a deep kiss. “Look at you, so needy. Have you been good for me?”

Dougie nodded, a high whine falling from him, nearly past the point of words. He mouthed at her neck as she moved in close, her thigh coming between his as she used his leg to grind against slowly. His soft moan echoed in the quiet room as Emma gasped softly, watching his tortured face.

“Fuck, you are so pretty, aren’t you sweet boy?” Emma whispered, watching as he thrust back against her. “Isn’t he pretty Matt? So desperate.”

“Fuck, fuck,” Dougie cried out, a sob catching in his chest. “Yellow.”

Emma and Matt froze, Emma removing herself from Dougie quickly. He let out another cry, tears catching in his long lashes.

“Dougie, can you talk to me, sweet boy?” Emma asked, her voice softer than before.

Dougie hiccupped out another whimper, a tear falling, “Yes, sorry, need a second. Want to be good for you. Too close.”

“Oh baby,” Emma whispered. “Can I touch you? I just want to hold you.”

Dougie nodded quickly and sniffled into her neck as soon as her arms wrapped around him, one coming up to run through his hair lightly. Matt’s hand ran up and down Dougie’s back lightly and he let out another shaky breath, calming slightly.

“Do you need to stop, sweetheart?” Matt asked. “We won’t be upset. You just need to communicate.”

Dougie shook his head looking up at the older man, “No, I just am feeling too much right now and I don’t want to cum without permission and I wasn’t going to make it…”

Emma hushed him, “Okay. Do you think you can hold out just a little longer for me? Or do you need to be done, because if you need us to scrap the plan we will, you come first. Only sometimes not literally.”

Dougie laughed softly at that and Emma smiled, kissing him gently before waiting for him to answer, “I don’t want to not do whatever your plan is. I want to do it. Just needed a minute.”

Emma nodded and kissed him again, “Okay baby, roll over.”

Dougie frowned but did what he was told, sighing happily when Emma wrapped an arm around his middle. She pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his neck, “Go to sleep. I promise you won’t have to wait much longer.”

Dougie hummed and let his eyes fall shut as Matt curled in close to his front, running a hand lightly over his face and down his chest, telling him how proud his is of him.

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Dougie woke up to a tight wet heat surrounding his cock. He gasped, waking up quickly and shot up, only to be pressed back to the bed by Matt who had somehow shifted to sit by his head. Dougie glanced between his legs to find Emma sucking his cock, a glint in her eye. He almost screamed as she moaned and hummed around him, a full body shiver running through him.

“Please, I need to cum,” he cried out.

Matt pressed their lips together in a quick kiss, “Go ahead sweetheart. Cum for us.”

Dougie gave a silent cry, throwing his head back as he started to cum, a sob tearing through him as he did. Matt whispered soft praises, kissing his head lightly. Dougie laid dizzy for a moment, unable to move. He felt boneless. Emma crawled up, pressing her mouth to his and he moaned softly, tasting himself on her lips.

Matt had disappeared for a moment but soon reappeared between Dougie’s legs. Emma threaded her fingers in Dougie’s hair, holding him to kiss her slowly as Matt began to prep the younger man. Dougie whined, sensitive from his orgasm, but still feeling keyed up. He squirmed slightly and Emma laughed, tapping his thigh lightly as Matt continued.

“Behave, sweet boy, we are just getting started,” she said softly.

Dougie nodded and began moaning softly as Matt added another finger, fucking him steadily. It didn’t take long before he was ready and Matt pressed in slowly, Emma praising Dougie softly. She kissed him slowly, eating up every moan as Matt thrust into him repeatedly, setting a slow pace.

Dougie let out tortured whines and Emma hushed him, moving to straddle him, his cock half hard again. Matt continued to fuck into him, soft grunts escaping the older man as he held back from speeding up his movements. Emma wrapped a hand around Dougie, rubbing his tip against her entrance teasingly, pulling a sharp cry from him as she sunk onto him.

Both Matt and Emma froze, as Dougie whined, his pitch higher than Emma knew possible. He squirmed, waiting for them to start moving again and Emma lifted as Matt pulled out, both of them slammed back at the same time, pulling a scream from him.

A steady stream of moans poured from Dougie’s lips as the couple fucked him. His mind slipped with every thrust back into him or onto him. Emma leaned back to pull Matt into a kiss and Dougie keened high at the sight of them.

“Listen to all of those pretty sounds,” Emma whispered, laughing breathlessly as Dougie whined again.

She leaned forward, keeping a steady pace, threading her fingers into his hair and pulling him into a harsh kiss. Matt groaned from behind her, his pace picked up and became disjointed as he got closer. He mumbled a quiet please and Emma reached back, smacking his thigh quickly.

“Be grateful. You got to cum so much this week. You can wait for Dougie and I for your turn,” Emma snapped.

Matt groaned but nodded and Dougie cried out as Matt’s hips sped up, snapping rapidly in and out of him. Emma hushed Dougie softly, kissing down his neck to his chest and made her way back up.

“Just wait for me, sweet boy,” Emma said, and swiveled her hips on the next drop.

Dougie nodded and whined softly, thrusting his hips between them as much as possible. Matt reached around and began playing with her clit, pulling a moan from her.

“Come with me, baby,” Emma said, panting and leaning back into Matt as she came on Dougie’s cock, fucking herself through her orgasm.

Dougie moaned and Emma caught his lips in a kiss as he came, clutching at her. Matt’s cry followed and he fucked into Dougie as he fucked him and came inside him. He pulled out and collapsed next to the younger man, running his fingers through the blonde strands. Emma shifted so she slid to Dougie’s other side, drawing him into a slow kiss.

She pulled back and smiled at the blissed out look on the blonde’s face, stroking his cheek lightly until he started to look at her with clarity.

“You did so well, sweet boy,” Emma whispered. “I’m so happy you are with us.”

Matt curled up around Dougie’s back, kissing his shoulder gently, “So happy, sweetheart. Happy six months together today.”

Dougie hummed happily and nuzzled into Emma and pulled Matt closer, “Happy six months.”

Emma kissed them both and guided Dougie’s arms to wrap around her, all three drifting off to sleep.