“Now, you,” Nikoly urged, husky, pressing hot, stinging kisses to Tiiran’s open mouth. His prettily decorated fingers were at Tiiran’s jaw, thumb at the corner of his lips.
“I won’t be choking you today, Tiiran,” Orin said, as if this was a courtesy. Tiiran’s breathing hitched but he nodded. Nikoly held two fingers before Tiiran’s mouth, then pushed them in, over Tiiran’s tongue until Tiiran had to open his mouth wider and was suddenly, acutely aware of an urge to swallow. He locked eyes with Nikoly and Nikoly smiled despite his hungry stare, then pulled his fingers back, leaving themjuston Tiiran’s tongue. Nikoly’s fingers wouldn’t let him close his mouth, or rather, they would, but made him want to suck, and he had to focus a bit more to swallow.
Nikoly’s gaze lit up. “Just like that. Bee, oh, please. Please.”
But he removed his fingers, watching Tiiran work his jaw and swallow again.
Orin tightened his fingers in Tiiran’s hair, bringing Tiiran’s attention to him. First to his face, so Tiiran could see the pleasure there, then his cock. “Nikoly.”
As if that was an order, Nikoly took Orin’s cock in one hand, and made a fist part of the way up the shaft.
Tiiran looked up.
“No more than that,” Orin responded. “I don’t care how you frown, kitten. I’m in charge in here, not the Terror of the Great Library.”
Tiiran wasnotcalled that.
He narrowed his eyes, though it took some effort. “Yes, Orin,” his mouth said anyway. Maybe because Orin’s cock was in front of his face and Tiiran’s whole body was pulsing and hot, and Nikoly was cooing at him as though Tiiran needed soothing because he was nervous. Perhaps Tiiran was. But he opened his mouth wider and, when, Orin finally gave him his cock, flicked out his tongue as Nikoly had done.
Tiiran made a sound. Or Orin did. Tiiran didn’t know and didn’t care. He moved his tongue again then opened eyes that he must have closed.
“Flatten your tongue,” Nikoly murmured, lips at Tiiran’s ear, an arm around his shoulders while Tiiran opened his mouth wider and almost immediately whimpered at the overwhelming awareness of how much was in his mouth and how muchwasn’t. He swallowed and swallowed again. Orin wouldn’t let him look away. Maybe Orin didn’t want to; he had waited for this. He’d said so. He watched because he liked the sight and he didn’t mind that Tiiran was new to the act.
Tiiran relaxed, safe in Nikoly’s arms, gaze on Orin.
Orin firmed his grip on his hair. “Now taste if you like, kitten. If it pleases you, I want see your cheeks hollow.”
Nikoly’s excited breaths in his ear teased his nerves. Tiiran tasted Orin’s cockhead with the flat of his tongue, then curled it. Orin sighed, long and low. Nikoly’s hands were clenching and clenching over Tiiran’s ribs, then his stomach. Tiiran shifted his hips, eyes closing at how simple it was to use his tongue like this, to curl and suck and swallow while Orin breathed hard above him and Nikoly breathed equally hard at his ear.
“Bee,” Nikoly exhaled it, “you’re so eager.”
“Yes,” Orin agreed, his rough voice soothing Tiiran’s remaining, distant worries. He inched forward to take more but Orin pulled back. “Not tonight, no matter how hungry you are. So worried we would make fun of you. This is what we would have done, Tiiran. Always. Teach you. Allow you to learn. Suck just like that, you hungry creature.”
Tiiran fought to open his eyes, only to shut them when his tongue seemed to stutter and the noise it made sent embarrassment skittering across his mind.
“No,” Nikoly was cooing again, petting Tiiran’s ribs while nosing his hair. “No, no, keep going.”
Tiiran gave the smallest shake of his head, spit pooling in his mouth faster than he could swallow it, his jaw starting to feel strange, his head empty until it wasn’t. He sucked, drawing hard like Nikoly had done and shivering at the new taste on his tongue, but it wasn’t right, wasn’t enough.
He reached out, grabbing Orin’s thigh and Orin pulled Tiiran off his cock even though Tiiran whimpered. Tiiran opened his eyes to the sight of a line of saliva on the head of Orin’s cock stretching to his lips. He licked it away as he looked up.
“Can still think,” he murmured, hoping Orin would understand. “You’re not spending? Need Nikoly?”
“My kitten.” Orin cupped the side of his face, not appearing to mind Tiiran losing his words again. “What a sweet boy you are. What a giving, loving thing. As though I can’t give you both what you want.” Orin smiled, the mean one again. “Beg for that too. Both of you.”
Tiiran didn’t understand until Nikoly turned to face Orin, eyes closed when Orin petted him. “Please,” he was as sweet as ever, moreso with a reddened mouth and a roughened voice. Tiiran abruptly realized he had no idea how long he had watched Nikoly suck Orin’s cock. Nikoly must be aching, yet his expression was nearly peaceful. “Master of Strays, allow us to finish you.”
Orin didn’t even grant him a smile, but he took his hand from Nikoly’s hand to grip his cock and put it to Nikoly’s lips. Nikoly welcomed it with an eager groan, moving to take it all this time.
Tiiran growled to see him full, then growled again to watch him ease back to suck at the head. His shudders were without end.
“What do I do?” Tiiran couldn’t tear his gaze away from Nikoly’s stretched lips as he repeated his action and Orin petted him for it. “Orin, please.”
“Beg.”
He didn’t miss the breathless tension in Orin’s voice, but it only thrilled him. Tiiran nudged his way closer, licking at Nikoly’s mouth and tongue and the increasingly salty-musky taste of Orin’s cock. “Please,” he managed. “Please. Spend in my mouth.” He whispered it, writhing inside, although of course Nikoly was shuddering with him. “Our mouths. Please. Nikoly was good. Wasn’t he, Orin? He was good.”
“As were you, kitten.” Orin tugged Tiiran away, putting his mouth against his balls, tight and impossibly hot, exhaling roughly when Tiiran sucked and licked before looking up again. “Say it, then beg properly.”