“We were good,” Tiiran said, words a little fuzzy and thick, swallowing over and over at the wet sounds of Nikoly enjoying himself on Orin’s cock. “We’re good. Yours. Orin, please. I want. We want. Please, Orin.”
Tiiran’s every thought was drowned out by the hum of need in his blood and the burn of humiliation at knowing how loud he was in an echoing nook on an empty floor. “Spend in our mouths. Please. Please, Orin.” He rubbed his face on Orin’s hip then leaned back to feel the pull at his scalp as he looked up. His jaw was loose and achy. “Please.” He was a pathetic duckling, stumbling to find the words to make Orin happy. “I want it. I do. Nikoly has been so good. Please, Orin.”
Orin pulled Tiiran to the head of his cock and stuffed his mouth until Tiiran could feel Orin’s fingers against his lips. He gave a start, relearning how to breathe and still failing, growing dizzy quickly but only closing his eyes to renew his attentions to Orin’s cock.
Nikoly squeezed him, whispered soft things in his ears. “That’s it, bee. You like it so much. Look at you.”
Tiiran did like it. Liked being surrounded and held and given a task. Like mindlessly sucking and hearing Orin breathe heavily, liked the hand in his hair and Orin’s occasional grunt, as if Tiiran had done something well. The taste was inconsequential compared to the rest of it; he liked it but it didn’t matter. His job was to service Orin and he wanted to do it right.
He opened his eyes then and found Orin’s attention on him, and Orin’s gaze blazing with approval and desire and something that made Tiiran whine around his cock.
“Kitten.” Orin’s hand moved to the back of his hair, holding Tiiran still as he withdrew, leaving Tiiran with an empty mouth and a wet chin. Tiiran’s vision swam as he tried to moved forward, to follow Orin’s cock. Nikoly did it for him, softly sucking at just the head.
Tiiran’s eyes stung.
“Orin?” His voice was slow and heavy.
“Open,” Orin panted, thumb at the corner of Tiiran’s mouth until Tiiran’s mouth was open again. Nikoly’s was already like that, so pretty Tiiran nearly kissed him.
“Tongues out,” Orin ordered.
Tiiran let his jaw fall open.
Orin grunted, “Look at me,” while stroking his prick in front of Tiiran’s face, then Nikoly’s. Nikoly whimpered. If Tiiran could have spoken intelligently, he would have called him beautiful.
The first rope of spend was hot and Tiiran flinched at the unexpected splash across his tongue and the bow in his upper lip. The second hit Nikoly’s tongue and chin while Tiiran was still gasping, and then Orin’s cock was back in Nikoly’s mouth and Orin was growling, “Clean it.” As though Nikoly wasn’t eagerly doing just that, eyes closed, his tear-stained face peaceful.
Tiiran, still swallowing, sagged against Orin’s knee to watch, one hand on Nikoly’s hip.
When Orin had enough, he clucked his tongue and gently eased Nikoly back. He wiped some of the mess from Nikoly’s chin and cheeks.
“Well, kitten?” Orin’s voice was rough as a sanding stone. “Did we do well?”
Tiiran sagged further against Orin. “I don’t know kind words.” Speaking was strange with his lips almost stinging. “Can insult but I don’t havegoodwords.” He met Orin’s eyes, uncertain why they were burning so brightly. “Goodisn’t enough,” he explained mournfully to Nikoly a moment later, reaching out until Nikoly’s cheek was against his palm so Tiiran couldtouch. “Very good. Beautiful. Too beautiful. I’ll want more.”
Nikoly glanced up to Orin then looked back at Tiiran, frowning slightly. Tiiran must need to explain himself. He was trying, but his thoughts floated away when he grabbed for them.
“Imagined Orin looking at that dog while he has you. The dog on your neck.” Tiiran hoped they both followed, because his tongue was as heavy as the rest of him now. “Liked it, even when I thought you didn’t want me. This was—oh, is that becauseIwant to? Tup you,” he explained further, mesmerized by Nikoly’s growing smile. “Not sure how. Will be bad there too.” Tiiran’s body seemed to like the idea of Orin doing the tupping more, but Tiiran had to admit that he was curious what exactly Nikoly would accept as “using” him. “I won’t know how.”
Nikoly watched Tiiran with shining eyes. “Maybe we shouldn’t let you say more right now. You’re still pain-drunk.” His voice had never been so husky.
“‘Pain-drunk?’” Tiiran echoed, then said it again. “Pain-drunk. The slow thinking and the… the heat all through me? Never been drunk, not like this. This feels almost the same as when Orin holds me tightly. Or when you make that face at me.” He watched Nikoly’s mouth form a shocked circle. “The lovely face that tells me I did something right for you. Lovelierface,” Tiiran corrected himself.
Nikoly beamed at him, only growing happier when Tiiran petted his reddened lips. “Most worthy, you might say you don’t have the words, but I think you do. What else can I do for you? Would you like me to find Fial and make him sorry?”
That should not have felt as comforting as it did, even though Tiiran doubted that whatever noble sparring Nikoly had done would be up to a street brawl with someone mean like Fial.
“He’s worrying,” Orin observed. It took Tiiran a bit too long to realize it was said abouthim. “He recovers too fast. Perhaps Ishouldhave fucked him.”
Dazed arousal slipped into Nikoly’s gaze, probably at the idea of Orin fucking Tiiran. Tiiran considered it too, and how Nikoly must want to watch. That seemed like permission from Nikoly for Orin to go ahead and do that, though Tiiran didn’t get a chance to ask if that was so. Nikoly glanced from him to Orin, then said, “He’s hard.”
Tiiran was, in fact, hard. He considered his cock with some surprise. He had been very aware of his body for a while, but that seemed to have disappeared along with most of his thoughts. If that had been from hisspanking—he wrinkled his nose over the word—it should have faded, not grown stronger after getting a prick in his mouth.
“I think your cock did something to me, Orin,” he complained, accepting Orin’s hand in his hair even though he didn’t care for Orin’s laugh.
“Like a task, don’t you?” Orin mused. “But I think you’ve had enough of those for the day. Rest is what you need, although apparently that will still take some work.”
“Stubborn,” Nikoly agreed, sitting up straight on his knees and not flopped against Orin as Tiiran was.
