He's so, so relaxed. (Leo's here, Leo's got him, Ash is here, he can relax, they've got him —) 

"Before we all get too submissive to make good decisions," Leo says, "we should probably check whether we want to do that."

Leo is very very good.

"Last time I got too submissive to make good decisions," Lindsay says into Leo's neck, "this sentence was going to have an ending but I don't remember what it was —" 

"I think less talking and more hurting me."

"--No, really, I'm as floaty as either of you but I really don't think we should all three have sex before we think about whether that is a good idea."

Ash has the profoundly skeptical face of a person who has never in his life thought about whether sex was a good idea before he had it.

"I love you." Lindsay's voice is very small but very sincere. "I love you and I want you and if that means you fuck me then good and if that means you hold me then good." 

"Of course I'm going to fuck you." Leo kisses his forehead. "But should Ash and I fuck?"

He does take a moment to think it through — or to try to, at least — before he says "Yes." 

"You're pretty," Ash says, squirming, "I want you."

"Don't finish," Lindsay says to Ash, and then he kisses Leo again. 

"You're so mean."

Leo is not entirely confident that this was a reasonable amount of discussion before sex, but also he is being kissed, and it is really hard to worry about things.

Leo's mouth is soft. Everything about Leo is so soft. Lindsay loves him so so much. 

Lindsay's eyes are closed and his head is bowed and his smile is dreamy-soft and nobody who saw him would ever think he was anything but a submissive. 

"You were going to tie me up and ignore me while you fucked Leo."

"No, don't do that," Leo protests into Lindsay's mouth, "I want him down my throat, I want him inside me--"

"I don't think I could do that anyway right now." 

"I tired you out!"

"Mm. And Leo's soft." Everything feels soft and safe and golden; Lindsay's barely even been touched and he's already halfway melted. 

"Why are you wearing so many clothes," Leo says crossly.

Lindsay takes off his shoes and dress and turns so Ash can help him with his stays, leaves his chemise and stockings on, and kisses down Leo's neck. 

"You look so beautiful in your dresses," Leo says, "so fragile and easy to hurt-- my dresses always make me look like an unusually awkward turnip--"

"You're beautiful. You're always beautiful." 

"You're biased, or possibly very attracted to turnips."

"I'm absolutely biased. You're still beautiful. Ash, isn't he beautiful?"