“Why don’t you lean over this chair so that Molun can see what we’re doing?”
Trill made sure to be very vocal in his appreciation as Arvus pushed into him and fucked him hard. He seemed to have taken Trill at his word that he didn’t mind a little bit of burn, and that was exactly what Trill wanted. He loved being filled all the way up and not treated like he was fragile.
“You can come without me touching your cock, can’t you,” Arvus said.
It wasn’t a question.
Trill canted his hips and shot his best coy look over his shoulder. “If you make it feel good enough.”
Molun crowed with laughter, the grip on Trill’s hips increased, and the speed of those thrusts increased, too. Trill had to brace himself more firmly, or he was going to wind up face first in the cushion of the chair. (Though that could be fun, too.)
Arvus figured out the exact right angle, and he hammered Trill mercilessly until with a cry, Trill was coming, and a moment later, Arvus was shouting his own release, burying himself in Trill, like he’d just been waiting on Trill to come.
He lay draped over the chair, panting, as Arvus pulled carefully out of him. No matter how forceful he was when he fucked, Trill had noticed that he was always gentle when he pulled out. Most people were sensitive at that point. It made for a nice change from the house of pleasure, where some people seemed to feel that once they’d come, they didn’t have to be courteous at all. They’d get kicked out if they were too rough, but some of them seemed to know exactly how to skirt the line and just not benice.
Trill lay there and luxuriated in the feeling of being very well fucked while Arvus scooped Molun up from the floor, his arms, ass, and legs flexing—oh, that was pretty!—and carried him to bed. By the time he came back out to the sitting room, Trill was already on his feet and wiping at the robe, which had woundup with a bit more apple pie on it than he’d realized, as well as come.
“I’m sorry about the robe, I—oh!”
Trill hadn’t been expecting to be swept into Arvus’s arms, and it made him laugh. He didn’t have a bad leg, but it was a novel experience, being carried. He liked the look in Molun’s eyes when Arvus carried a still-giggling Trill into the bedroom. He made grabby hands.
“Want to cuddle. C’mere.”
Trill was certain that in all the years he’d been having quite a lot of sex he’d never encountered two people as awesome as Molun and Arvus.
He wound up cuddled once again between the two of them. Trill patted Arvus where he was tucked up against Trill’s back.
“Don’t you ever want to be in the middle? I give pretty good cuddles, too. Promise.”
“I will keep that in mind,” Arvus said, pressing a kiss to Trill’s neck. “Go to sleep.”
Trill pressed a kiss to Molun’s chest and sent another tendril of energy into his leg.
This was everything he wanted for himandfor Molun. Maybe he was going to be able to figure this out and wasn’t going to have to confess to Yannoma that he’d done a completely stupid thing. (He wasn’t holding his breath, mind, but it was possible!)
He had even more ideas for sex this time, and he fell asleep dreaming about them.
The morning started much the way the previous one had, but this time, it was hands wrapped around his cock and another thrusting against his ass.
“In me,” he mumbled, still half asleep. “Better.”
There was the fumbling for oil that he barely managed not to tell them wasn’t necessary, and then fingers followed by a big cock, and Trill sighed with happiness as Arvus filled him up again.
“Me next,” Molun said.
“My cock or his ass?” Arvus asked.
Molun laughed. “Both. Either. His ass might be more useful than your cock, if you keep that up.”
Trill managed to reach a hand back and touch flesh.
“Keep that up,” he encouraged. “Really good.”
Arvus rumbled out another laugh and did as instructed, fucking into Trill until he brought both of them off. Then he helped Trill roll around in the bed so that his back was to Molun now, and Molun could thrust into him. It didn’t take him long to come, but he’d had something very inspiring to watch.
“That’s a very nice way to wake up,” Arvus observed.
Molun and Trill both made sounds of agreement.
