“Big boy, indeed,” Bridgette said around a moan. She bit her lower lip as she settled fully onto him, her ass flush against his lap, knees resting on either side of his waist. He reached out almost reverently, his calloused hands stroking over her thighs, but he was distracted from the sight of her when Garrett came into his field of view.
Before Arlon had a chance to catch his breath, Garrett stole it all over again as he met Arlon’s lips in a gentle kiss. The feel of his tusks added an extra level of sensation as the other man’s tongue explored his mouth. Vaguely, Arlon realized he’d never been kissed by a man before, but he couldn’t deny how it made his pulse surge even as Bridgette started to move.
Her hands planted against his chest as she rode him, and the sound of her pleasure was only second to the feel of her rocking down onto him. Arlon kept one hand on her hip even as his other reached up to cup Garrett’s head. He deepened the kiss like he was starving, and Garrett groaned as he returned it in kind, tusks nipping and lips sucking.
Bridgette’s moans were like music to his ears, and when Garrett finally pulled up for a breath, Arlon was able to see her flushed grin.
“Fuck, but that’s a sight,” she panted, hips never stilling.
“Could say the same about this,” Garrett said before his hand cupped Arlon's chin, thumb hooking into the corner of his mouth. Arlon moaned as he sucked gently, tasting the salt of sweat on the other man’s skin. Between the two of them, Arlon couldn’t string a thought together, but it was a welcome sort of oblivion.
Arlon arched as Bridgette’s pace sped up. He felt like he was going to come apart, shatter at last between them. “Notyet,” Bridgette ordered, reading his body just as easily as Garrett did during a spar.
“Bri,please,” Arlon begged, voice slurred around Garrett's thumb.
Bridgette slowed her hips as she smirked down at him. “I said, not yet.”
Arlon swore as his hands tightened around Bridgette’s waist. He held her still as he rolled his hips, trying to fuck up into her, desperately chasing his end.
Garrett chuckled as his thumb slid from Arlon’s mouth only to grab his wrists. He pulled them from his wife’s waist, his grip stern, before he pinned them on the mat beside Arlon’s head. It made him feel trapped, but for once, Arlon welcomed the cage.
“Is this alright?” Garrett asked, voice husky with pleasure.
“Please,please!” Arlon gasped. He rolled his hips again, but Bridgette rode the wave of his movements easily, her slow, steady pace never faltering.
“You look so good when you’re desperate,” Bridgette said. Her grin was sharp as she leaned forward, grinding her clit against Arlon’s pelvis as she said, “Almost, big boy. Hold out for me just a little longer.”
“F-fuck!” Arlon shouted, his arms straining against Garrett’s immovable hold. It was an order he didn’t know if he could obey, but godsdamn, he was willing to try for her.
Bridgette’s eyes closed, face scrunched as she upped her pace again. She rocked down against him, her back bowing as breathy sounds of pleasure broke from her lips. Arlon moved with her as best as he could until she doubled over with a shout of bliss.
“Let me see it, Arlon," she moaned as pleasure wracked through her body.
Arlon let out a shout of pure relief as his end crashedthrough him. It felt so good it hurt, but he savored the ache that bloomed with every contraction. Above him, Bridgette’s moan shuddered out of her as her walls rippled and squeezed in time with Arlon’s own heartbeat. The pleasure seemed to last forever before it abated, leaving him breathless and panting on the mat.
He wasn’t sure how long he floated in the haze of bliss, unable to string a single thought together. He just savored it, feeling safe and warm and satiated. Gentle lips and tusks brushed his forehead, easing him out of it.
“Are you alright?” Garrett asked.
Arlon blinked his eyes open and found the two of them looking back at him. Garrett sat on the mat beside him, wearing a smile that he just couldn’t seem to get rid of. Bridgette had moved to rest her chin against the expanse of Arlon’s chest as she grinned up at him.
Something in their attention cut through his haze of pleasure. Bliss turned to panic in between heartbeats as he came crashing back into himself. Every fear, every uncertainty flooded him, suddenly making it hard to breathe.
Bridgette saw it first, her smile fading as she sat up. “Arlon?”
“I have to…” he started, but he didn’t know how to finish the sentence. His thoughts had ground to a halt, leaving him with nothing but the desire to flee.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Garrett said, but Arlon couldn’t even begin to understand how.
He’d just taken a step he couldn’t return from, and it felt like jumping into a pit without knowing how deep the bottom lay. Whether it would be a short or long drop before he inevitably shattered at the end of it. The thought of all the hurt that was bound to occur left him reeling, the fear squeezingtight around his lungs as he grabbed his discarded clothes, pulling his shorts back on.
“Arlon, talk to us,” Garrett said, worry coloring his voice, but Arlon was already on his feet. He took the stairs out of the dungeon three at a time before he emerged into Fawn’s office, but the Grandmaster wasn’t behind her desk.
He couldn’t stay here. Couldn’t wait for Garrett and Bridgette to come up and prove his every fear right. He fled the office, but his room didn’t feel safe either, not when it was so close to theirs.
Instead, Arlon went to the only truly safe place he knew and was grateful to find the door to Fawn’s quarters unlocked.
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