He gripped Nikoly’s hips to shove them back down to the bed. “Nikoly?”
“Lyli,” Nikoly begged softly, “Lylifor you. Please. I took them out because I didn’t know what we might do or how I would sleep, but if you miss them, then I’ll wear them for you. I can get them now if you wish me to.”
“You aren’t going to move a fae-cursed inch,” Tiiran hissed at him, with a hip twitch of his own because Nikolylikedthat, his cock jumping. “You stay here and let me learn you.” He swept his palms over Nikoly’s ribcage, down to his stomach, then back to his hips to keep him down. Topretendto keep him down, he would have said, but he wondered vaguely if Nikoly truly felt himself at Tiiran’s mercy.
Tiiran curled his fingers, pushing in hard enough to bruise. He used his teeth—lightly, lightly—on Nikoly’s left nipple, then the right, wondering if they throbbed and felt as good as Tiiran’s sore backside. He suspected they did; Nikoly arched up for it.
“Lyli,” Tiiran began quietly, bruising all Nikoly’s loveliness, crushing and biting reddened, peaked skin, then kissing the same places with what little gentleness he possessed. Nikoly was groaning, as if the whispered name was more than enough to bring him close to finishing. “Lyli, sunflower, you’re holding so still for me. Orin would tell me to praise you.” He kissed Nikoly’s stomach and all over his markings, sliding up so he could roll his hips down against Nikoly’s as best as he could, almost as if they were fucking, as if Tiiran were inside Nikoly and pressing forward to find his own pleasure.
“Exquisite,” Tiiran told him deliriously, shocked at how true that was, though it was only the press and rub of their cocks against Nikoly’s firm stomach and Nikoly gasping for more.
Lyli’s hands flexed. His eyes came open to fix on Tiiran with shining hunger.
“Lyli,” Tiiran called him again, deliberately, and kneeled up so he could wrap his hands around Nikoly’s wrists and come close enough to nearly kiss him. “The more you behave, the more I want to—” a garbled, frustrated noise left him, “—the more Iwant.”
Lyli choked, lips wet and red. He must have bitten them. “Do what you please to me. I’m yours.”
Tiiran almost slipped and collapsed on top of him. “Orin,” he whined without turning to the presence behind him blanketing them both with familiar approval as well as something newer and far hotter, “Orin, he says he’s mine.”
“Do you think he lies about that?” Orin asked one of his questions where the answer was clear. Nikoly’s breath caught in his throat. Tiiran quickly shook his head and Orin was the one to purr. “So take what’s yours, kitten.”
The rough statement drew a tiny moan from Nikoly. Tiiran kissed him to soothe him, moving up to deepen the kiss almost immediately, nipping at his lips before taking his mouth. On his knees, he shifted up, then ceased kissing long enough to manage a complaint. An order.Twoorders.
“Help take these off me. Touch me.”
Nikoly shoved Tiiran’s underclothes down before wrapping his arms around Tiiran’s shoulders and pulling Tiiran back to him.
“Thank you, pretty.” Tiiran breathlessly praised him before kissing him again, shuddering wildly when Nikoly began to stroke their cocks together. “When I know how, I will please you so much. You’re so good.” He kissed Nikoly’s open mouth, catching gasps and careful moans. “Lyli.” Nikoly shook at the name. Tiiran kissed his lips, his chin, his throat. He found the markings again and scraped his teeth over them, thought of Nikoly bleeding and hard, tears in his pretty eyes, and bit down to make Nikoly moan louder. “I’ll use you. Not gentle, not good at first, but I will. Will you beg? Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” It was long, drawn out, as if Nikoly had forgotten how to breathe, or speak.
Sucking a new bruise made Nikoly’s hand stutter in its motions. Tiiran did it again, harder, pulling away only to whisper, “Show Orin you’re mine. Say ‘Yes, Tiiran.’”
“Yes,” Nikoly’s voice was hoarse but the sweetest sound Tiiran had ever heard, “Yes, Tiiran.”
Tiiran nearly peaked at the violent tremor from Nikoly beneath him as he spilled over his hand, over Tiiran’s cock and his own, against Tiiran’s skin. Tiiran shoved him down to take his mouth again, kissing hard as he rocked into the hot spill and Nikoly whimpered and squirmed as if it was painful but let him.
“Beautiful.” Tiiran could not be silent. “The sounds you make. I want them. I… Lyli.” He slowed but didn’t stop moving his hips. “Lyli. Lyli. Nikoly. Look at me.”
Nikoly’s eyes fixed on him, glazed and distant, starry with pleasure.Pain-drunk, Tiiran thought, although he also didn’t think that was entirely right either, for all that Nikoly was shuddering from the sensation of Tiiran continuing to grind their cocks together.
Tiiran slowed more, then finally stopped, not bothering to catch his breath before giving Nikoly softer kisses. He dotted Nikoly’s face and his lax mouth with them as Nikoly’s chest heaved.
“Lyli,” Tiiran told him finally, quietly, watching Nikoly close his eyes and then open them to answer.
“Yes, Tiiran?”
“You’re wonderful,” Tiiran told him truthfully. “You’re like cake. I want to look at you forever, and tear you apart with my teeth, and taste you, but I doubt I’m thinking clearly. You were good. So good. Right, Orin?”
“That was a thing of beauty I’m honored to have witnessed,” Orin remarked, voice still rough. “I’m half tempted to tell you to start again just to see what you’ll do. But it’s not my place here to tell you to fuck him.”
A whimper slipped from Nikoly. Tiiran met his eyes and nodded in agreement, since it was Orin’s place as far as he was concerned and Nikoly clearly would have agreed, at least at the moment. Then he turned his head to explain that to Orin and whatever thoughts he’d scraped together left him all over again.
Orin, freshly bathed with damp hair and possibly damp skin, stood naked in the door to the bath room, a towel in one hand that might have been meant for modesty but had likely been forgotten when he’d stepped out to watch Tiiran awkwardly tumble Nikoly. The towel dangled from one hand, so when Tiiran swept a look from Orin’s dark gaze to his bare shoulders and thick, hairy chest and stomach, there was nothing to stop him from moving his attention lower, to Orin’s large, fat cock or his thighs. Although, once Tiiran saw Orin’s cock, that was where his focus stayed. He’d had that in his mouth.
Well… some of it.
Tiiran did eventually realize he was staring and looked away, his gaze bouncing up to Orin’s amused expression before returning to Nikoly, who was… also staring at Orin’s naked body. Nikoly looked away after nearly as much staring as Tiiran had done. He glanced up to Tiiran, eyes wide with something like panic.