“Cake,” Tiiran told him. “Warm like tea.”
“Honeybee.” Nikoly replied with such fondness that Tiiran stopped kissing his skin to cuddle in closer.
“That’s not going to help the mess,” Orin remarked. Tiiran cracked an eye to watch Orin bend over them. He frowned only slightly when Orin tugged him this way and that so he could wipe Nikoly’s spend from him with a warm, damp towel.
“Orin, you’re a blanket.” Tiiran sighed happily for finally saying it.
Orin paused.
Nikoly moved quickly to muffle a snort in Tiiran’s hair. He almost immediately began to comb it with fingers, slowing when Tiiran hissed.
“My scalp is sore,” Tiiran informed them both, then focused back on Orin. “Nikoly needs cleaning too, Orin.” Orin met Tiiran’s stare. Possibly, he’d intended to clean Nikoly too, or expected Nikoly to offer, or maybe he’d assumed Tiiran would clean him, since a lot of the mess was Tiiran’s. Before Tiiran could take back his request, Orin returned to his work, cleaning Tiiran’s cock and making Tiiran squirm all over again.
So he had intended to offer and Tiiran was being given a message. Tiiran squirmed all the harder for it, panting when Orin finally stopped.
“If he doesn’t mind, I’d be happy to help him there,” Orin said pleasantly, glancing to Nikoly.
“He doesn’t.” Tiiran huffed at the idea, then propped himself up with weak limbs to watch Nikoly watch Orin as Orin carefully cleaned the drying seed from his stomach. Nikoly bit his bottom lip, not quite containing a small, soft sound when Orin cleaned his cock too.
Tiiran looked at Nikoly’s cock in Orin’s big bear paw and made a similar noise, then smacked his lips. “My jaw is also sore. And my backside. Tomorrow is not going to be pleasant.”
“You earned all of it, and explicitly asked for most of it.” Orin paused in attending to Nikoly to meet Tiiran’s eyes. “You did very well, kitten. Both of you did. I couldn’t be more touched that I’m allowed to be here with you.”
“Youcouldbe more touched,” Tiiran grumbled, “if you got into bed already.”
Nikoly laughed then slapped a hand over his mouth. “My apologies, but you’re wonderful like this, honeybee.”
“Honey, indeed.” Orin straightened before returning to the other room. When he came back out, he went to the fireplace and put out one of the candles with his fingertips. He startled at the second candle, when Tiiran muttered, “Next time, we should do something so everyone finishes.”
Orin stared at Tiiran, then to the side of him, probably exchanging a look with Nikoly about how Tiiran was pain-drunk or inexperienced and didn’t know what he was saying.
Tiiran slumped back down to the mattress but his scowling muscles were as loose as the rest of him so he couldn’t even frown. “What? You like each other.”
“You’ve had a lot of pleasure today, along with some new, strong emotions,” Orin said reasonably, after only a little pause. “You’re off balance right now. That’s all.”
“If you think you’re getting a ‘Yes, Orin’ for that….” Tiiran looked away from Orin and rolled onto his side to put his back to Nikoly. “I’m new to fucking but I’ve been your duckling for a while already. Haven’t I? And I’ve been… I’ve known Nikoly for almost a year, and I know what he’s told me. I saw you two the other night and I felt you both now.”
“Duckling?” Nikoly echoed faintly, but then raised his voice. “You ran from us the other night, bee. Because you thought we would want to be together. You’re jealous of whoever speaks to me. Some play might be permitted, but we would never….”
“It’s fine.” Tiiran curled his hands to his chest to hold onto the lingering, fading warmth there. For a moment, for longer than a moment, for the whole afternoon and evening, he’d thought that he’d felt what others did. The two of them talking, concerned for him, concerned for each other had filled him with a comforting heat mingled with a longing for what was right in front of him.Longing.
Nikoly had said that was what it was like miss home, to have a home to miss.People who knew him, Orin had said. But Tiiran had once again mistaken friendliness and desire for deeper affection, he just hadn’t assumed it about himself this time. “I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
“Tiiran...” Orin approached the bed.
“You keep insisting I couldn’t want you the way I want Nikoly,” Tiiran argued, gaze on the wall. “Nikoly forgets I’ve cared for myself my entire life before he ever showed up with his orange slices. Butmythinking isn’t to be trusted?” He was sotired. “I’d like to sleep now.”
“Strong emotion building up and then suddenly giving way can cause new, heightened feelings.” Orin was still trying to be reasonable.
“I’m pain-drunk or whatever it is called when there is little pain but it feels the same. I understand.” Tiiran couldn’t put any fury or ice in his words. He slurred them, but at least got them out.
“This isn’t meant to make you feel foolish, kitten.”
Tiiran didn’t even scoff.
Orin came around to his side of the bed. “I don’t believe that you don’t want me as you want Nikoly,” he began once Tiiran met his eyes. “But I am older, and I have nothing to offer you except bed play and my promise I will do my best to try to protect you.”
“I’ll let you fuck me and then I’ll grow tired of you?” Tiiran closed his eyes. “You’re one of the only people to ever make me feel good even when I’m as jumbled as the contents of a Master Keeper’s desk, you fucking cockwomble.”
