“Let’s get this off, baby.”
Molun raised his hands, letting Arvus pull the shirt off, nothing but eager want on his face now, none of the frustration from earlier.
“Lie down, baby,” Arvus whispered. “Trill’s going to make you feel good, isn’t he?”
Trill nodded. “So good. Promise.”
All three of them worked to get Molun arranged, with trailing fingers and soft caresses, with Arvus unfastening Molun’s trousers while Trill pulled off his boots. They touched and stroked and teased until the man was completely naked on the bed, his hard cock on display.
“Oil?” Trill asked.
He didn’t really need it, but he knew he wasexpectedto need it; Yannoma had taught him the importance of matching people’s expectations and not doing anything unusual that could lead to suspicion. Trill wasn’t ever going to be exactly like other people, but he could do his best to blend in.
Arvus retrieved the oil from the bedside cabinet, and Trill held out his hand.
“I like to get myself ready. Is that all right?”
They both nodded, which Trill had expected once he’d stated a preference. He was certain he’d like their fingers in him, but he needed to be the one to start, since they were too appealing for him not to have already started to get slick. He poured oil onto his fingers and then plunged three fingers inside of himself, and an answering moan rose from the other two.
“I like a little bit of a burn,” he told them, thrusting and stretching with abandon, because he didn’t need that much preparation, and he wanted to set that expectation.
Molun swallowed audibly. “That’s so pretty.”
Trill beamed at him. He pulled out his fingers and moved to straddle Molun, who grabbed his hips.
“You sure?” he asked.
Trill smiled at him. “So sure. Would you be offended if I said this wasn’t the first time I’ve done this?”
This made the two of them snort with laughter.
“We would definitely not be offended by that. Come on, then.”
And Trill, who felt rather as though he’d been teased by these two men for days and days, sank right down on the man’s beautiful cock, letting the thick length slide into him.
“So good,” he moaned.
“Sooo good,” Molun echoed.
“It really is.”
Arvus’s voice was thick with desire. He might not be actively involved, but he still got to participate and get plenty of enjoyment out of what was happening.
Trill looked down at Molun, who was stretched out naked beneath him. He was so pretty, and Trill couldn’t help but reach out and run his hands over the man’s lightly furred chest.
“You’re beautiful,” Trill told him.
Molun smiled, but that shadow had grown in his eyes again. “Good thing you’re facing this direction.”
Trill gave him a stern glare, lifted a leg and spun himself around so that he was riding the man in reverse. All without losing his cock, because he was definitely not going to dothatanytime soon. Trill, grateful for his flexibility, bent himself nearly in half so he could press kisses to the scarred flesh of Molun’s left leg. He felt Molun suck in a shaky breath.
“Beautiful,” Trill repeated between kisses. “Beautiful. Beautiful.”
He didn’t care about scarring—except for wanting to fix it if it hurt, of course. He could get rid of it, usually, if he healed someone enough, but that wasn’t something he could do andnot get noticed. Trill reminded himself that he was still not supposed to get noticed. And this was a big wound, the scars starting to fade but still thick and discolored enough that it was clear they were relatively recent. It would have been easier to heal when it had just happened, though it would have taken a lot of energy. Now, it would need to be done in pieces, coaxing the body and reminding it how it used to be.
Trill wanted to help because Molun was in pain and because he would feel better, not because he didn’t like him as he was.
Arvus crouched down by the side of the bed and joined Trill, pressing more kisses to Molun’s leg—and then pressing kisses to Trill’s face when they encountered one another, his mouth hungry. Trill hadn’t really been in any doubt, but it was very clear who liked to take charge here. Trill liked everything about it.
