Nikoly’s dazed eyes landed on Tiiran. “Please.”
Tiiran took Nikoly’s face in his hands to have his mouth, still slick and warm from Orin’s. Nikoly whimpered, his long lashes against his cheek and his face hot to the touch. When Tiiran could separate himself from want and sweetness itself, he turned and didn’t have to beg, because Orin kissed him, thunder in his chest and a fist in Tiiran’s hair.
“He’s sweet, kitten. Of course, he is. Are you bothered to hear it?” Orin demanded against Tiiran’s mouth as though he didn’t know Tiiran burned all over from watching them. But Orin asked him for a reason, so Tiiran tried to focus. They had needs and he wanted to answer them.
“You are both…” he began to explain but that was all he could manage with Orin strong around him and Nikoly watching and wanting. “There’s nothingbadhere now.” He passed a hand over his chest, which would have to be enough. “You’re mean,” he told Orin sincerely. “Goodmean.” He looked to Nikoly. “You’re scheming and pretty. I like that.”
He tugged Nikoly up to him again to have his way with Nikoly’s mouth. Nikoly shivered, moans slipping from him when Orin took over the kissing once more and Tiiran watched from far too close but unable to stop himself. He worried it was embarrassing, that they wouldn’t want him staring so, but then Nikoly would whine or Orin would haul Tiiran forward to take his mouth as even Orin, experienced as he was, could not stop seeking out more kisses from them.
“It’s not too much?” he worried in between another hot, slick kiss, his lips buzzing and his cheeks flushed. “You’re so good.” It was all Tiiran could think of to explain himself, clumsily caressing Nikoly’s face and longing to kiss the side of his neck again so that Orin could watch Nikoly shudder. “You could show me. How you like it. What you want. What you’ll expect from me.” He dropped a hand to his cock to rub himself over his clothes.
Orin pulled his hair so hard Tiiran gasped as his cock jumped. As if to stave off any arguments from Nikoly, Orin put his thumb over Nikoly’s shining bottom lip and left it there while he addressed Tiiran. “He’s not prepared for that. And you haven’t asked him. Fire-heart or no, neither of us want to risk hurting you. Do we, pet?” He removed his thumb from Nikoly’s lip.
“No, Orin,” Nikoly answered immediately, forever perfect.
“Do Ifeelhurt, you wiffle-waffles?” Tiiran snarled, sorry almost immediately but wriggling at the same time because his scalp was sore and he liked it. He looked down to Nikoly’s starry eyes. He wondered if his were black. “Orin says you’re starving, and I can’t yet give you what you need. But you can say no. Of course, you can.”
“Gentle or rough?” Nikoly asked, and Tiiran realized Nikoly wasn’t shivering; he was trembling to pieces with eagerness. “Either, Tiiran, as I told you before. I want to please. Let me. I’ll show you. I’ll prove myself. Please. My mouth, at least.” He turned to Orin. “Master of Strays?”
He was so calculating. Tiiran wanted to spill all over his beautiful face.
“Fuck.” Orin exhaled it before turning to Tiiran.
“Yes, Orin,” Tiiran answered what Orin hadn’t asked. “Take his mouth, and I’ll watch and learn how to please you both.”
Orin was the storm now. “Then kneel, kitten.” But he lifted Tiiran from his lap when Tiiran started to tumble gracelessly down, and watched in approval as Nikoly helped settle Tiiran onto his knees at his side. Nikoly was trembling again, so Tiiran took his face in hand to soothe him.
“Soon,” he promised. “All you have to do is be good, just like you want to be.” Tiiran was bad at kisses, or so he would have said, but each one he dotted across Nikoly’s face made Nikoly smile and hold him tighter. “Do you want your mouth used?” Tiiran put his lips to that mouth and thought of Nikoly taunting him with that last night. But perhaps that was what Nikoly had actually wanted. “You can ask directly for what you want. I want to be good to you like Orin is to me. But I like it when you’re sneaky too. I shouldn’t, do you think? But I do.”
Nikoly pushed forward into Tiiran’s too-hard, too-rough embrace. “Always like I matter to you.”
Tiiran scoffed and kissed him again. “You’re special, both of you. And silly to want me so much, but I won’t say it again to avoid a smacked bottom.”
“You like a smacked bottom,” Nikoly reminded him, teasing even with his lips under Tiiran’s.
Tiiran narrowed his eyes but felt not a spark of anger. “And you like to be useful—and to be used. You see, Orin?”
Orin was fierce. “You can’t take this back, kitten. You can’t run again if you don’t like the result.”
Tiiran pulled away from Nikoly to plaster himself to Orin’s leg and rub his face on his knee. “But you’re…” Curiosity stopped him. “Orin,areyou mine as I’m yours?” Then Orin’s hand was in Tiiran’s hair. Tiiran sighed, brief tension already leaving him. He had never felt sorightbefore, not once in his entire life. All it took was Nikoly’s eager gaze and Orin’s hand in his hair. “Then you are the Master of Strays as I said.OurMaster of Strays.” That was a far better categorization for Orin thanodd duck. Tiiran put his chin on Orin’s knee and looked up. Orin’s heated stare was enough to make Tiiran touch himself. Orin had already seen him naked, touched his backside, so Tiiran rubbing his cock over his clothes hardly mattered. “You approve,” Tiiran realized aloud, blanketed in warmth and arousal. “But you want me to be sure.”
Tiiran was far beyond blushes now. Everyone in the library would know, and he was breathless with it.
He reached out and Nikoly came forward to meet his hand. “I have you both,” he told Orin firmly. “So let him please you, or use him, but allow me to witness. That’s why I… I thought I wasn’t wanted between you. But I am.” He glanced to Nikoly. “Orin worries a lot. That you’ll hurt me, that I’ll hurt you. But we mustn’t hurt him either.”
Nikoly gave a nod.
“Tiiran.” Orin moved in the too-small chair. Even bears could squirm.
Tiiran smiled, warm all over. “I’m not even a little tangled right now. You did such a good job, Orin.”
“Fae protect me,” Orin muttered, brushing hair from Tiiran’s face. “I’m not one of your assistants to be aggressively coddled.”
“And I am not a Master Keeper,” Tiiran returned smartly, drawing a small laugh from Nikoly.
Orin turned to him, his chin coming up as he studied Nikoly, then Nikoly and Tiiran together.
“Tiiran,” Orin finally said, voice like a heavy hand at the back of Tiiran’s neck, “tell your pet to come closer.”
