Molun made a desperate sound. “That’s so hot, come on, no fair, come back here.”
Trill spun back to the front, making Molun moan again, before he leaned down and kissed him. Molun licked into his mouth eagerly. They’d both tasted a little like the ale they’d drunk. There was the tang of the salt that Trill had licked off Molun’s skin, something wet and… something Trill couldn’t really describe, a buzz of energy that almost had a taste, fresh and… natural, which he was guessing was part of being a Mage, part of the elements they could control. (He’d never to his knowledge had sex with a Mage Warrior before. Yannoma would probably tell him that was because he wasn’talwaysstupid.)
Not everyone liked to kiss. Some people just liked to fuck, and that was fine—Trill enjoyed fucking. Some people kissed only as a way to get to the fucking, and that was all right, too. But Trill had always liked all of it. As long as everyone was enjoying themselves and no one was in pain, he tended at all times to simply wantmore.Wanteverything.
He liked the way Molun kissed, and he liked that Arvus was sliding his hands along Trill’s back, stroking and caressing so he was involved, too, even if he wasn’t inside either one of them right now.
Yes, Trill liked these two a lot.
Then Molun flexed his hips, and Trill pulled out of the kiss. “Are you getting impatient?”
Molun grinned at him. “You did promise me a ride, didn’t you?”
Trill grinned. “I sure did.”
It felt like days and days of teasing, so Trill didn’t waste any time, he just pulled nearly off the man’s cock and then slid home again. He made sure to keep a sharp watch on Molun’s face to make sure he wasn’t causing him any pain. But Molun made a delicious groan of sound, so Trill did it again, sliding a little harder. He tilted his pelvis until he had the right angle for Molun to hit exactly where Trill needed. Pleasure crackled up his spine and danced between the three of them. He tried to concentrate on his own pleasure, because he was allowed to have that; it was already his. It was hard to ignore the other, but he’d gotten good at observing it. He would keep doing that, simply watch how wonderful the two of them were, as Trill pulled them all towards climax.
It was beautiful, having Molun brush against his pleasure spot over and over and over again—but Trill was definitely not going to let himself come until Molun came first. He could tell that Arvus was not nearly as close, and although it would have been an easy matter to give him a nudge, he restrained himself. He wasn’t messing with the energy of any Mage Warriors. He was keeping his energy to himself, and he was leaving them with their energy. (All right, and nudging a bit into Molun to heal him, but that was different.)
Molun’s hands were digging into Trill’s hips, and Trill was bouncing with abandon, loving every sound that he could draw out of Molun’s lips. (They’d started as words, and he was very proud that they weren’t discernible words anymore.)
Molun’s hips bucked, and his back arched, and with a soundless cry, he threw back his head and came, pulsing inside of Trill, flooding him with come, a wave of such satisfied pleasure coming off him that Trill actually faltered slightly and barely managed not to suck it all in.
But he wasn’t doing that; he’d promised himself he wouldn’t.
And then Arvus was there, tugging him off the spent Molun but leaving him straddling him on his hands and knees, ass in the air, and—oh, a thick cock was pressed against Trill, bigger than Molun had been.
“Yes?” Arvus said, voice a low growl.
Trill shivered. “Yes, please. You can do anything you want to me.”
Arvus thrust inside, and Trill groaned. Arvus had been so patient, and now it was his turn, fucking into Trill, as Trill’s cock brushed against Molun’s spent one and rubbed against his abs. Molun’s contented face was below Trill as he tried not to simply face plant onto the other man’s chest. Molun was wearing a dopey grin, and that made Trill grin, too—and then gasp as Arvus found his pleasure spot.
Arvus’s fingers tightened on Trill’s hips, and he increased his pace. Molun’s fingers slid between them and wrapped around Trill’s cock. He jolted.
“Come for us,” Molun said, pumping his hand.
It only took a few more seconds with that pumping hand and that glorious cock pounding into him, and then Trill was coming just as requested, his seed spilling onto Molun’s belly. Molun was grinning almost as brightly as if it had been his own orgasm, and Trill leaned down to kiss him. Molun’s tongue plunged intohis mouth, and one hand came up to hold him steady as Arvus continued to pound his ass, chasing his own release.
Trill was feeling too pleasantly fucked to help him with it. He leaned into Molun’s kiss, happily letting Arvus fuck him until with a groan and a sharp snap of his hips, Arvus was filling Trill, too.
Trill couldn’t help but feel that being filled with these two men was everything he’d ever wanted.
(Sex drunk, that was what Yannoma always called it, and she’d cautioned him against doing anything stupid because of it.)
Trill always liked to cuddle, although he needed to be more careful than normal to ensure he didn’t taste these two. (Mage Warriors, Mage Warriors. Remember they’re Mage Warriors whohuntpeople like you andkillpeople like you.) But even leaving aside the feast that was usually available to him at this point, he liked people when they were sated and happy. He liked when they were affectionate, and while people weren’t always, not even right after an orgasm, it was usually his best chance.
Trill could usually tell, but sometimes, he got it wrong. Sometimes he’d get someone to take him home, thinking that he had a good place to stay for the night and discover instead that they were beyond ready to have him gone once they’d got what they wanted. If someone was uncomfortable or genuinely didn’t like post-sex intimacy, Trill would leave them alone. But if people were being jerks? If they were jerks—or if Trill was really desperate—then he’d feed a little bit extra. Then they’d get sleepy, and Trill would get to stay after all. They’d wake in the morning after what felt like a very deep sleep, and Trill would always make sure to be gone by then.
That wouldn’t work with these two, though. He was quite sure that pullingextraenergy out of Mage Warriors was thedefinition of stupid. (“Your funeral,” Yannoma always told him, because she was supportive like that. Hedidlisten. Sometimes.)
He didn’t want to head out and find someone else tonight. But if he didn’t do that, he’d be stuck out in the cold. If he’d fed fully, he would have been all right, but he hadn’t done that—and he’d learned the hard way that if someone saw him sleeping outside in the cold and being all right, they might cause a fuss.
People wereso weird. Why would they intervene if they saw him out in the cold but not consider giving him a bed to sleep in to begin with? Had they all grown up bitter like his mother and grandmother? Where did this bitterness come from? Could they not get rid of it? He had some ideas. Yannoma had laughed and laughed when he’d asked that. She’d assured him that it wouldn’t be possible to have sex with enough people to make them all happy.
Which, all right, Trill was only one person, and the country was large. He’d reduced his expectations a little. Could he makeaperson happy today? And another one tomorrow? Maybe it wouldn’t last, and maybe he couldn’t really do that much overall. But he couldtry. Yannoma always said that she gave fleeting moments of pleasure, but then she always added that she got fed for it. Trill was never certain if she was trying to do the same thing he was or if she’d simply framed it in a way that he understood. She had things to be bitter about, too, after all. But she helped him anyway, and he helped her, as much as he was able. He liked that dynamic.
Maybe that was why he wanted to meet his uncle—and why Yannoma thought it was a bad idea. Trill liked to make people happy. His grandfather seemed to have made a legacy of bad choices and hurting people. Trill’s grandmother and mother seemed to have been trying to do the same. Trill wanted it to end here. And it might turn out that his uncle was just like his grandfather. But… what if he wasn’t?
