Nonetheless, Nikoly commented, “You look like you have an objection.”
“I do.” Tiiran nodded absently. “But if I say it, Orin will spank me again, and my backside already hurts.” He was going to have trouble moving freely. “Oh no,” he realized aloud, “I have work to do today.”
“No, you don’t,” Orin and Nikoly both said at once. Then Orin sighed. “His thinking is returning. But, while he is still an agreeable kitten, let’s get it all out in the open.” He looped an arm around Tiiran without pulling him away from Nikoly. He pushed closer to nose at Tiiran’s hair. “Did you wear it down as I said to?”
“Yes,” Nikoly answered for him. “But only one night. It was beautiful. He bit his lip while he took it down and made a scholar drop his books.”
Tiiran’s scoff stuck in his throat. The “Good boy,” Orin whispered in his ear might have had something to do with it.
“Helps his tension,” Orin went on, to Nikoly from his tone, “and I enjoy the sight.”
“Your neck and shoulders do hold a lot of tension, Tiiran,” Nikoly agreed. “I’d be happy to help you with that.”
Tiiran gazed at him in bemusement. “Right now?”
Orin chuckled softly. “You’ll be lucky if your legs hold you up as it is.”
“Oh.” Tiiran focused on Nikoly. “Later?” he wondered. “I like kissing you. I need to kiss Orin again when I am more me again.” That didn’t sound right. “Moremyselfagain. I want to learn him too. And get better at it. So that you will beg me for it.”
“Have I not already begged you for kisses?” Nikoly asked, apparently quite serious.
Orin’s hum into his hair left Tiiran shivering. Tiiran considered Orin watching him kiss Nikoly, which was apparently enough to make his cock start to fill. Hopefully, that wasn’t obvious, because he didn’t think he could do anything about it at the moment. He felt as heavy and soft as a steamed dumpling.
“Did he?” Orin prompted with interest. “Did he beg you?”
Tiiran’s breath caught painfully in his throat. “Hedisplayedhimself, Orin. He teased me.”
He suspected he was whining.
Orin made a thoughtful noise. “Doesn’t sound like begging to me. The pup should do better, don’t you agree, Tiiran? Do it right for you?”
Nikoly looked between them, breathing harder, before focusing on Tiiran. “Please, kiss me, Tiiran.”
He turned his face into Tiiran’s hand, which was when Tiiran became aware that he’d been petting Nikoly’s face for some time: temple, cheekbone, cheek, down and then again, drawing nearer to Nikoly’s mouth each time. “Orin too?” he wondered, a whisper for Nikoly.
“Tiiran,” Orin warned, “have care. He will do whatever you say.”
Nikoly met Tiiran’s stare. He studied Tiiran seriously, exhaling against Tiiran’s thumb when Tiiran pressed it to his bottom lip. Then he looked over Tiiran’s head to Orin.
“Please kiss me, Orin, so Tiiran might watch.” Nikoly didn’t try to dazzle Orin; he was merely sweet. Tiiran brushed the corner of his mouth, bruised from Tiiran’s hard, awkward kisses the night before. Nikoly parted his lips to allow it, or to show Orin the marks he’d been so proud of. “He wants to see.” Nikoly looked back at Tiiran. “Please, honeybee.”
“Please,Orin,” Tiiran corrected him, mesmerized by Nikoly’s clever loveliness. “He says you are a treat. A conniving treat, but he admires clever people, so that’s a compliment.”
“He admiresyou,” Nikoly insisted, lips soft for Tiiran, gaze warm.
“I am his,” Tiiran informed Nikoly, then spent a moment breathing harder to hear it said so plainly while need flared in Nikoly’s eyes. Tiiran pushed back against Orin, his fingertips trailing across Nikoly’s jaw. “Sunflower,” Tiiran murmured, almost certainly confusing everyone. “You want that too.” Nikoly wanted this feeling and Tiiran wanted to give it to him. That made the offer easy. “So, you must ask our Master of Strays. Orin is the one to be obeyed. Isn’t that right, Orin? I don’t mind when it’s you. That’s what it is. When it’s you two, it’s all right—better than, even. There’s no tangle.”
“Tiiran,” Orin exhaled, worrying over Tiiran’s feelings, but not his own. Tiiran absently pulled on Orin’s arm to bring his hand to Tiiran’s plumping cock so he’d know Tiiran was feeling many things, but not fear or fear disguised as jealousy.
“Am I a stray?” Nikoly asked Tiiran, only to duck his head to examine the floor. “Oh. I am, aren’t I? For the moment.” He lowered himself to his knees before tipping his head up to look at Tiiran. He wet his bottom lip before moving his gaze to Orin. “Please may I be kissed?”
Tiiran shoved forward to drag Nikoly up by the collar of his robe, Orin’s arm keeping him from falling and bringing Orin with him. Tiiran kissed Nikoly’s hungry mouth until he ran out of air and then moved just enough to allow Orin to do the same.
Orin’s mouth was firm against Nikoly’s softness, the kiss slow, then slowing more when Nikoly pushed forward.
“Stay,” Orin breathed it against Nikoly’s waiting mouth, and Tiiran sank his teeth into his lip at how mean it was. Nikoly was good, so good, trembling but holding still, his breath hitching just before Orin kissed him again. Nikoly held himself up on his knees, straining as much as Tiiran had to on his toes. As if pleased, Orin kissed Nikoly and then kept on kissing him until Nikoly began to make the noises he had made for Tiiran the night before against Tiiran’s bedroom door. Then Orin pulled back again, still except for the hand he slid into Tiiran’s hair to drag Tiiran’s head up.
“Now you, little cat.” Orin’s voice was rough. He let Nikoly whine against his mouth and stared into his eyes even while speaking to Tiiran. “He’s waiting.”
