After the fourth time coming up the stairs, Arvus held out his hand. “Come on, baby, we need to feed Trill.”
Molun’s eyes flew to Trill. “Oh, I’m sorry! Of course! Let’s go!”
Trill was not about to expire because they weren’t instantly having sex, but maybe there really were better things that Molun could be doing with his healed body.
Suddenly, Molun was the one tugging them to the bedroom, like they were the ones who were holding everything up. Trill couldn’t help but smile, exchanging an amused glance with Arvus.
The door was barely closed before Molun was sinking to his knees in front of Trill.
“Oh,” Trill breathed.
“Do you not like this?” Molun asked, hands pausing on Trill’s trousers.
“Of course I like it,” Trill assured him, quite entranced by the vision of Molun on his knees for him, even as he realized this wasa position Molun hadn’t been able to take before. “Who wouldn’t like your mouth on them?”
Molun grinned and resumed freeing Trill’s cock. Arvus came up behind Molun and leaned over him to kiss Trill, who responded hungrily, noises only getting happier as Molun dived onto his cock like he was starving for it.
Arvus pulled back to squeeze Molun’s shoulder, and Trill looked down to enjoy the sight of Molun bobbing on his cock.
“Once you’ve made Trill feel good, you’re going to get naked and then get on all fours for me, aren’t you, baby?”
The suction intensified, and Trill let out a breathless laugh. “Y-yes,” he managed to gasp out. “He’s definitely going to do that.”
Arvus stripped out of his clothes, his gaze never leaving the two of them, his intent perusal ramping up the already intense experience. It didn’t take very long at all before Trill was coming in Molun’s mouth, the man eagerly swallowing him down, the jolt of arousal from both of them feeding Trill with perfect pleasure.
Molun only released Trill once he’d milked every last drop out of him. He grinned up at Trill, who smiled a dopey smile back.
And then Molun was tugging off his shirt and shimmying out of his trousers, swearing when his boots got in the way, and finally shifting so that he could pull everything off. Then he was back on all fours, wiggling his butt in Arvus’s direction.
“What are you waiting for?” he wanted to know.
Arvus raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I like to look at you.”
Molun let out an aggrieved breath. “Look at mewhileyou’re fucking me.”
Arvus knelt behind Molun and then leaned over him so that they were plastered together back to front—but he was definitely not fucking Molun.
“What if I want to inspect every inch of you first?” Arvus asked.
Molun made a whine of sound.
“What if I want to touch all of you, and I’ll only sink inside you when I’m good and ready?”
Another desperate sound.
“Would you like that, baby? You can only come when I say so.”
“I want you tofuck me,” Molun gritted out, but he’d been with Arvus much longer than Trill had; hehadto know that he was just goading Arvus at this point.
Arvus’s eyes were gleaming. “Oh, I will fuck you, baby. Eventually.”
Molun squirmed and finally said, “Fine,” in a breathy voice that did not in any way disguise how much he liked the proposed agenda.
Trill practically skipped over to the bed to retrieve the oil; they might not need it immediately, but they were going to need it when they got to thateventually.He watched avidly as Arvus proceeded to take Molun apart, caressing and biting and licking and kissing all the skin from the nape of his neck down to the soles of his feet.
It looked like Molun’s arms got shaky a few times, but he kept his position on all fours and just cursed periodically at Arvus to get on with it.
With a wicked look in his eyes, Arvus looked at Trill and said, “I don’t think he wants it enough, do you? I think you should see how interested he is.”
