Dinner was very pleasant, with lots of laughing and no difficult topics—and then it was time to eat dessert, which Trill saw was an apple pie. Trill eyed the treat and then Molun.
“How do you feel about apples in bed?”
“Perhaps in front of the fire?” Molun suggested.
Arvus helped him get down to the floor, and Trill realized that perhaps the bed would have been better after all, but Molun looked comfortable once he was stretched out flat. Then Trill used his spoon and his fingers to place bites of pie in strategic places all over Molun, covering his nipples, his abs, and his belly button. He let sauce dribble onto Molun’s groin and nestled a piece right next to balls.
Molun squirmed, which just made Trill take his time. This seemed to amuse Arvus, who sat back and watched. Finally, when Molun was in danger of knocking all the pieces off and had got himself quite worked up just with light touches, Trill leaned in and ate the first piece off of one nipple, making sure to lick and suck as he did so.
Molun whimpered, and Trill leaned back to actually chew the piece of pie. He looked at Arvus.
“Your turn.”
Chapter Eleven
Trill
Arvus smiled and leaned down to lick up the piece on Molun’s belly button, thrusting his tongue in the little gap and making really quite exhaustively sure that Molun was clean. Molun’s hands were clenched into fists on the rug, his cock straining.
Trill and Arvus kept taking turns, and by easy accord, they left the best piece for last, until Molun was a moaning mess, and Arvus finally leaned down to eat the bit of pie that was waiting by Molun’s balls while Trill put his hand on either thigh and sucked Molun’s cock into his mouth. He made sure to push some energy into the injured leg. He could feel the ropy scar tissues beneath his fingers. He was so glad Molun was here with them now.
Since he’d teased so much before, Trill swallowed Molun all the way down, the taste of pie still lingering in his mouth as it mixed with the salty tang of Molun’s pre-come and the beautiful heat of the man. Molun made a strangled sound, which increased as Arvus continued to lick his balls. Then Arvus pressed a kiss to the side of Trill’s mouth, a moment where they were both kissing and sucking cock, and then Molun’s hips rocked, like he couldn’t help himself.
Arvus pulled back and made a clucking sound.
“Uh, uh, uh, I believe you said that Trill could have you for dessert. What do you think you’re doing?”
Molun whined a protest as Arvus held down his hips, fingers strong but gentle. He smiled at Trill.
“It’s your turn.”
Trill pulled off enough to smile his thanks and then dove back in again. He very much enjoyed someone fucking his face, but it was also nice to be the one in control, deciding when to move and how to pleasure your partner. Trill pulled off to breathe and lick around the head of Molun’s cock, and then he slid down once again.
Molun was panting and moaning, and it wasn’t long before he let out a cry, unable to thrust forward thanks to Arvus’s hands on his hips, but he twitched, and Trill could see the aborted movement even as he came shooting down Trill’s throat. Trill swallowed happily, enjoying the strong, slightly bitter taste before he finally released his mouthful.
“Now,” Arvus said, “who wants my cock?”
They both raised their hands, and Arvus laughed. “Well, only one of you has had an orgasm so far…”
Molun pouted.
Trill suggested, “What if one of us gets you in our mouth for a few minutes and then you fuck the other one?”
“Oil is too far away,” Molun said, like this was an insurmountable problem.
Trill was proud of how relaxed and spent the man looked.
He scrambled to his feet. “I’ll get the oil.” He pointed at Arvus. “I think you want to fuck his face.”
Trill dashed into the bedroom, grabbed the oil, and then raced back because he didn’t want to miss anything. Arvus had straddled Molun’s chest and was feeding him his cock. Trill stood there and admired the sight for a minute.
Then Arvus’s eyes met his. “You better get ready for your turn.”
Trill had almost forgotten. He got a foot up on one of the armchairs so he could still keep an eye on what they were doing as well as give Arvus a show, stretching himself open while Arvus cut his gaze between Molun’s pretty face and Trill.
Arvus finally pulled out of Molun’s mouth. Molun’s cheeks were pink, and he was panting, spit gathering at the corners of his mouth. Arvus leaned down to kiss him, and Molun made a happy noise, returning the kiss hungrily. Trill watched avidly, impressed by just how much desire and arousal these two generated. He could feed forever off the two of them, he was sure of it.
But instead, he kept a tight lid on his own need and enjoyed feeling all that arousal without consuming it. Really, it was a pleasure of its own.
