Tiiran rubbed his face against Nikoly’s shoulder. “It’s all right. Of course you’d stare.I’mstaring.” He pressed his cheek to Nikoly’s shoulder as he twisted to see Orin.
Orin looked at Tiiran, then at Nikoly, then at Tiiran again. “I can go,” he offered, desire raging in his gaze if not his voice, “if you’d like privacy to continue.”
“Continue?” Tiiran had made Nikoly give way and gotten him to spill just by saying his name; a victory bards ought to sing about. But Orin’s suggestion abruptly reminded Tiiran thathehadn’t finished andhis underclothes were down around his knees. He must look ridiculous, aroused and covered in seed, his bare behind in the air.
Then again, Orin’s gaze roamed over their bodies,Tiiran’sbody, with hot interest.
“Don’t go,” Tiiran ordered breathlessly. Although Orin was no one’s duckling, so he added, “Please.”
“What does your pup think?” Orin asked as if merely curious, as if his eyes weren’t full of fire.
“Nikoly?” Tiiran looked back at Nikoly and had to touch his lovely face when Nikoly smiled.
“He watched us,” Nikoly murmured, turning his warm face into Tiiran’s touch. “I can watch you, if you want him now.”
“You’re more generous than I am,” Tiiran told him breathlessly, but then frowned because he didn’t know if that was true. It was still easy to imagine Orin fucking Nikoly—still easy and still arousing and Tiiran wanted to snarl at someone about it or just shove them together and take his turn watching. Push and yell and claw and scream until he didn’t need to snarl because everything made sense again and everyone was happy.
“Or are you?” he wondered only moments later. “Are you as selfish as me?”
Nikoly attempted to argue. “You’re not selfish…”
“I am, if I have permission to be.” Tiiran put more weight onto Nikoly to keep him trapped, then turned his head to find Orin. “Do I have permission to be?”
Orin’s surprised laugh was perfect. “If it’s within my power, kitten, it’s yours.”
“Help me finish.” Tiiran should have been ashamed at the way he demanded instead of asked, but Orin appeared very pleased with him, and so did Nikoly when Tiiran added, “On Nikoly. Because he’s mine.”
“Tiiran,” Nikoly whispered, although there was no way he could genuinely be shocked. Tiiran knew what the assistants got up to. They liked to discuss it in detail.
Orin moved with hardly a sound, announcing himself with a hand splayed over the small of Tiiran’s back. With the other, he reached beneath Tiiran to take a firm hold of his cock. He pushed, forcing Tiiran down onto his elbows, his face to Nikoly’s. “If I am again Master,” Orin’s voice caressed them both, “then I’d like my strays to kiss.”
Nikoly’s mouth opened under Tiiran’s, both of them desperate to obey, or just to kiss as Tiiran went breathless for the work of Orin’s hand.
Orin didn’t waste time, getting Tiiran off with a few confident strokes and then continuing to milk seed from him long after Tiiran gasped and shuddered at the discomfort of it. He thought of begging Orin to leave off, and then that it was a good sort of feeling too even though it made him shy away before he pushed back into it. It was only when he was groaning and he put his head to Nikoly’s shoulder to hide his confusion that Orin finally stopped.
Nikoly’s hands were warm up and down his sides. Orin removed the hand holding Tiiran in place.
“All wrung out at last?” he asked, as though he didn’t know what he’d done.
Tiiran made a lost noise against Nikoly’s shoulder, then collapsed onto him when his strength gave out. Nikoly bent his knees, holding Tiiran to him while shushing him, as if Tiiran was still making noises. His body twitched beneath Nikoly’s hands.
He wanted more. He also did not, so vehemently that he wasn’t sure what to do. Fortunately, Orin was there.
“Now a tired kitten will sleep a true sleep, I think.” His hands settled over Tiiran’s ribs, and then Tiiran was lifted from the bed and Nikoly’s arms and turned. Orin held him against his chest for several moments, considering Nikoly, apparently, which made Tiiran look down at Nikoly as well.
Nikoly was flushed, limbs loose and open, stomach and groin covered in pearly seed, his lips parted. He watched Tiiran and Orin with dazed interest.
“He liked that,” Orin informed Tiiran, as if Tiiran didn’t have fucking eyes. Tiiran dropped his head to Orin’s shoulder.
“We could both cover him,” he suggested, enjoying the hum as Nikoly bit his lip and snuck a hand down to his soft cock to tease it. “Shameless.”
“He is supposed to be your treat, not mine,” Orin reminded him, tone telling Tiiran something Tiiran didn’t understand, not with Orin holding Tiiran so they could both ogle the pretty in Tiiran’s bed.
“Not my bed,” Tiiran realized a moment after that. “Our bed, Orin.”Our treat, he added in his thoughts, giving Orin’s skin a kiss that brought Orin’s gaze to him. “Let’s sleep.”
“Yes, Tiiran,” Orin agreed, and carried Tiiran back to his original spot on the bed to carefully set him down. He lifted Tiiran’s legs, rudely, Tiiran decided, but allowed Orin to gently remove his useless underclothes anyway. Then Orin put his legs back down and disappeared, and Nikoly started to make noises as if he meant to get up.
Tiiran turned toward him, his slow, heavy body still tingling from how Orin had teased him after making him spend. Nikoly looked over before rolling onto his side to face him. Tiiran leaned in and kissed him, reveling in Nikoly’s quiet surprise and in how he melted against Tiiran and stayed that way even when Tiiran ducked his head to sleepily mouth at his markings.
