No, theywantedhim, and they’d been prepared to hide his true nature from almost everyone to be able to keep him—or even better, to fight for him and everyone like him so they could all live their lives without fear.
“You’re amazing,” he told them. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”
Molun kissed him, and Arvus cradled their bodies together, running his hand soothingly up and down Trill’s upper arm.
“You’re very welcome, honey.” Arvus pressed a kiss to the top of Trill’s head. “We’re so glad that it turned out this way and that we’ve learned enough to do the right thing. We’re only sorry we didn’t figure all of this out sooner so we could have caused less harm in the meantime.”
This made Trill squirm out of the kiss and twist so he could face Arvus. “Hey, that’s not your fault!”
Arvus’s expression was soft. “Only it kind of is. We could and should have asked more questions. We should have depended more on what we saw and less on rhetoric.”
“But that rhetoric has kept you alive for years,” Trill countered. “You were called out in extreme situations. It was aterrible cycle, where both sides reacted violently because they were trying to survive. And we have to learn to let that go, or it’s going to weigh both sides down with guilt and anger we can ill afford.”
A bit of the tension left Arvus’s face. “That’s true. Easier said than done, but true. We’ll definitely try.”
Molun leaned in to press a kiss to the side of Trill’s head. “We’ll tryso hard.”
Trill snorted a laugh. He could feel the rising desire coming from Molun.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” he asked.
Molun rocked his hips against Trill. “Doing what?” he asked with an innocence that Trill didn’t believe for a minute.
Trill breathed in deeply, drawing in the wisps of energy.
“You’re a tease,” he breathed, even as his body began to thrum with desire of its own.
“Who, me?” Molun asked, still trying to sound innocent.
Arvus snorted. “Baby, don’t quit your job.”
Trill could hear the pout in Molun’s voice. “Hey, you’re way more of a tease than I am. I get too impatient to delay anything very long, you know that.”
Laughing softly, Arvus conceded, “Well, that’s true. Would you like me to take charge?”
A shiver of delight ran through Trill.
Molun was grinning now. “Yes, I would. I think we both need to show Trill just how happy we are for him, don’t we?”
Arvus’s dark, hungry gaze snared Trill, and he happily lost himself in that hunger.
“Yes,” Arvus said, voice low and a bit rough. “I think that’s a very good idea, baby. What do you think, Trill?”
Trill couldn’t nod fast enough.
They shed clothing as they headed for the bedroom, discarding boots, socks, shirts, pants, and underclothes (and inthe case of the Mage Warriors, those extra layers of leather armor and weapons).
Trill was soon stretched out on the bed on his back, hands raised to the headboard where he was admonished to keep them. Molun and Arvus each took the part of his body closer to them and proceeded to kiss, lick, nibble, and stroke every inch of skin. Trill writhed and moaned, trying to get them to deepen the contact, but they kept it teasingly light, continually avoiding his straining cock. Trill begged, but this just led to soft kisses on his inner thighs, a nip at the flesh of his calf, a caress down his arm.
“Please, please, please!” Trill cried.
Molun scratched his nails gently along the sole of Trill’s foot, and Trill nearly catapulted off the bed, his cock jumping.
The sole of his foot? Really?
The arousal was so thick in the air that it felt like a meal that would last him forever. He wasn’t sure how he could feel so fed and so desperate at the same time. But he needed these two wonderful, wonderful men so much. They were everything Trill had ever wanted and thought he couldn’t have.
Arvus manhandled him over onto his stomach, Trill too lost in sensation to be much help, but he let out a needy sound as they started their touches again at his feet and worked their way back up the back of his body—once again skipping the really needy area there.
