Arvus looked up at him, a small smile on his face. “Yes, you did. I popped my head in to check on you, and you were still relaxing peacefully. I realized your clothes looked as though they could use a clean, so I sent them along with our laundry. I hope that’s all right.”
Trill couldn’t leave when he didn’t have clothes, so yes, he was all right with that.
“That’s fine,” he said. He raised an eyebrow. “Am I meant to be naked until then?”
Arvus’s smile deepened. “How would you like to surprise Molun when he gets back?”
Trill grinned. “Yes, please.”
“Then why don’t you get yourself ready and go lie down in bed.”
Trill went to do as he was told, noticing that Arvus didn’t follow him into the bedroom. So Trill could get ready, but nothing was going to happen and Arvus wasn’t going to enjoy it until Molun was back. Trill liked that very much, and he liked it still more when Molundidreturn.
Molun crawled on top of Trill and slid inside of him, and then, while he was buried deep inside Trill, Trill got to listen to Arvus stretch Molun open and then kneel between the two of them and press inside Molun. Molun made very pretty noises when he was being fucked, and Trill loved to listen to them. He liked how Arvus’s movements into Molun drove Molun forward into Trill just a bit, a total tease, and Molun didn’t have to strain his leg.
Trill liked their creativity. He was sure that he could come up with a few more options, as well.
Arvus came first this time, then Molun, and then Trill let himself come, spurting onto the bed beneath him, glorying in the sense of repletion that permeated the room, even if he wasn’t allowed to taste it. It wassogood. They always took care of one another. Arvus was an expert at after-care, making sure that they were both clean and comfortable and that no one was hurt.
Then it was time for dinner, but Trill’s clothes still weren’t back.
“We could have naked dinner,” Molun suggested hopefully.
“We could,” Arvus agreed with amusement, “but it might be a little bit cool.”
Molun pouted, but then his face lit up. “Oh, Trill can borrow my robe!”
An eyebrow rose on Arvus’s face, but he smiled and nodded. Arvus produced the robe, which was clearly a luxury item, and Trill sincerely doubted it was meant to keep anybody warm. But it was a beautiful blue color, and Trill reached out and touched it with careful fingers.
“Oh, how nice,” he said. “I don’t remember touching anything as nice as this, not even in the houses of pleasure.”
Two gazes snapped to his, and they spoke almost in unison, “Houses of pleasure?”
Trill took a little step back. “Yes. Sometimes I work in a house of pleasure. Is that a problem?”
He’d run into people who felt that way, though mostly he’d figured out how to steer clear of them. (He’d occasionally run into those who felt that wayathouses of pleasure, which he thought was the height of hypocrisy, but people had proved to him over and over again that they weren’t logical.)
The two of them approached again, expressions calm.
“Of course it’s not a problem,” Molun said, wrapping around him from the front, while Arvus did the same from the back, “as long as it’s not a problem foryou.”
“I like sex,” Trill told them. “Sometimes I let people pay me for it. Sometimes I have it for free. It depends if… I need money.” He’d almost said “we.”Careful, Trill reminded himself. He was supposed to be careful. “I can go.”
“We’d rather you put on the robe and stay for dinner,” Molun said simply. His expression turned hopeful. “You can have me for dessert if you’d like.”
Well. That was a hard offer to refuse, wasn’t it? And if your response to learning that someone sometimes worked in a house of pleasure was to offer yourself to them, then… maybe you really were all right with it? Some people seemed to think it was an unacceptable job, though Trill still didn’t understand why. Didn’t most jobs work on the theory of selling a commodity? Warriors and Mage Warriors used their bodies, too, after all, just in a different way.
“That sounds very nice,” Trill agreed. “I’m sure you’d make a very pleasing dessert.”
Molun looked happy, eyes bright, and he held up the robe by the back so that Trill could put it on. He shivered as it slid over his skin, so silky and soft, and then Arvus helped him belt it, which seemed to involve more fondling than was strictly necessary, leaving Trill grinning and a little bit breathless.
Molun and Arvus dressed in sleep trousers but stayed shirtless, which was pretty much the opposite of Trill, who realized that the robe must be very short indeed on Molun.
He ran his hands down the satin.
“This is very nice. I think everyone should have one.”
They grinned at him.
