"Hello, Jackal," Nadir said, eyes burning. "Did you like my gifts?"
"You're a brat," Berkant said, spanning his hands across Nadir's back as he bent to finally taste that delectable looking mouth. It tasted even better than it looked, Nadir's skin soft and warm. He smelled like flowers too, and faintly of smoky incense. Berkant could explore every stitch of him a thousand times over and still not be content.
When they finally drew apart, Nadir replied, "But a brat worth keeping around."
Berkant rubbed a thumb along Nadir's well-used bottom lip. "You clearly have ways of getting yourself back out of trouble. I still am putting an end to secretly delivering gifts to barely-caged criminals."
Nadir pouted, pretty as could be. "You can't be mad when it worked and no harm came to me."
"I can make certain you don't make a bad habit of it," Berkant retorted, and kissed him again, hard and biting this time. Shafiq might be King, but Berkant would be heeded in this.
"My Mongoose and my Jackal," Shafiq said as he joined them, kissing Berkant and then Nadir. "Come along, my Jackal, and we'll show you just how much we enjoyed your performance tonight. Thank you for doing it. My wife would have loved it dearly, and I am trying to remember that, despite the sadness of the occasion, ultimately tonight was for celebrating life. So come and let us live, hmm?"
"Yes, my king," Berkant replied, and went easily as Nadir tugged him along to the massive bed across the room.
He wasn't surprised at all when he was pushed down on the bed and straddled by an eager Nadir, who spread his hands across Berkant's chest in a way that was, for once, arousing rather than repulsive. Like he was being appreciated instead of crassly enjoyed.
"You are magnificent," Nadir said in a breathy voice. He rubbed his cock along Berkant's bare chest, leaving wet trails. He pulled away before Berkant could do some touching of his own and stripped them both of their clothes.
Shafiq joined them as they resettled, hands skimming over Berkant's body the same way Nadir's had before. "Truly you are lovely, my Jackal. I cannot believe I am so fortunate."
Berkant laughed and dragged him down into a kiss before breathlessly saying, "I was the criminal always one unpaid job from living on the streets, my king. I should be doing hard labor in a quarry right now. We all know I'm the lucky one."
"Shush," Shafiq chided softly, and kissed him again before trailing that hot mouth along his jaw to nip at his ear and then kiss behind it, a move that sent hot tingles rushing through Berkant in a way he hadn't expected, grabbing onto Shafiq as he moaned and all but melted into the bed.
Nadir chuckled. "Found a weak spot."
"Indeed," Shafiq murmured, and touched him again before withdrawing with a pleased smile, his eyes as hot as burning coals. "Can I fuck you, Jackal?"
"You'd better," Berkant managed, then kissed him long and wet and filthy before turning his attention to Nadir once more. "Bet you look pretty all tied up and at our mercy."
Nadir's cheeks flushed. "I wouldn't know. Just the two of us, we don't get a lot of free time, honestly."
"Well, I hope I can ease some of the burdens until we grow in numbers." He grabbed Nadir about the waist and switched their position with a move that left Nadir gasping and clinging.
Nadir laughed. "That was fun. I like being manhandled by the Jackal." He reached up to rest a hand against his cheek. "Though you must know we see you as far more than that."
"If I thought otherwise I wouldn't be here, and I like being Shafiq's Jackal, where people can look all they want but will never be able to grope or fondle me ever again, make me crass offers and try to threaten me with their father's name if I refuse."
Shafiq scowled. "I don't even have to think about who that might be." He withdrew, finally discarding his own clothes, baring a body that was flawless in every way, from unmarred skin to muscles defined by exercises he must do every morning or evening or both. On his hip, where precious few would ever see it, was a tattoo of his late wife's name surrounded by orchids Berkant couldn't name and jasmine.
Berkant reached out to touch it, stroking it gently with his thumb. "I considered something like this, but I had no money left by the time the funeral was done, and what I did have I quickly drank."
"We'll attend it," Shafiq said, and kissed him again before moving behind him, kissing down the length of his spine, cock heavy and hot against Berkant's skin. Shafiq pulled away again as he reached the base of his spine, and Berkant took the opportunity to shift further down so he could get his mouth on Nadir's cock. He teased first, kissing and licking, dragging his teeth ever so lightly along the length to make Nadir gasp and writhe, sink hands into his hair and hold it tight.
As warm, slick fingers breached his hole, Berkant finally took Nadir into his mouth properly. It had been a very long time since he'd lain with men, the last one a month or so before he'd met Parvaneh. After he'd met her, she was all he'd ever wanted.
So having a cock in his mouth again after so long was strange, but in the best of ways. He took Nadir deep, sucking hard, tongue laving whatever parts of his cock it could reach, though he had to stop briefly, pulling away gasping, as Shafiq worked a third finger into him.
"When were you last treated properly, my Jackal?"
Berkant actually managed a laugh. "Years ago, before Parvaneh got with child. She would fuck me sometimes, with the wedding gift I bought her."
"What a lovely sight that would have been," Shafiq murmured as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, gripping Berkant’s hips tightly as he pushed in slowly.
Berkant gasped, head braced against Nadir's warm body, reassuring fingers in his hair, nails scraping in an absolutely delightful, mercifully distracting way, even if it only slightly mitigated the feeling of being stuffed full after being empty for so long.
By the time Shafiq was fully inside him, hot and huge, he was panting and overheated. He finally gathered himself enough to get back to work sucking Nadir's cock, though it was a stop-and-start effort as Shafiq went from careful, experimental thrusts to fucking him like a man possessed.
