At one point, they were both saying, “Come on, come on, come on,” in unison, and Arvus was watching them with glittering dark eyes.
“Please,” Trill begged, meeting his eyes and trying to convey just how very much he needed thisright now.
“Pretty please,” Molun added, voice raw and needy.
And finally,finallyArvus pressed closer still. He pulled out his fingers, which made Trill pout and Molun groan in protest. But then something much bigger and blunter was pressed up against Trill’s ass, and he realized that he was chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”
Arvus pressed in slowly but inexorably, and Trill and Molun’s breaths both caught in unison as the head of Arvus’s cock finally breached Trill and joined Molun’s cock in Trill’s ass.
“Fire and water and all the elements in all the world,” Molun gasped out.
Trill just moaned, beyond words, especially as Arvus kept sliding inside. He moved steadily but slowly, and Trill wasn’t sure he would ever understand how patient that man could be. He moved like he had all the time in the world, and Trill actually had to close his eyes so that he wouldn’t be overwhelmed. He wassofull; he’d never felt this full before, never been caught between two people so perfectly before.
By the time Arvus had bottomed out and the two of them were buried as deep inside of Trill as it was possible to get, he was shaking.
“Is it too much?” Arvus asked carefully.
Trill shook his head and tried desperately to find words, because Arvus still looked concerned.
“So good,” he managed to say. “Perfect.”
It was everything he’d ever wanted and hadn’t known he needed.
Arvus smiled softly at him, and then he leaned forward so that he could kiss first Trill and then Molun, making them all groan.
Arvus was in charge of the whole thing, moving in and out of Trill slowly, and Trill wasn’t sure any more if it was because he didn’t want to hurt him or because he wanted to torture him.
It was, truly, the most glorious torture Trill had ever experienced, and from the sounds that he was making, it was pretty clear that Molun felt the same way. The energy welling up between them was the most intense that Trill had ever felt, and it took everything in him to shut himself off from it, to observe it and feel it but not tofeedon it. Somehow, he managed it.
Maybe that little bit of extra concentration was what helped him to actually let this torture continue. That was the benefit of going slow and steady; you could usually make it go on and on for a long time.
Trill wanted so much to come—but he wanted even more for this experience to continue forever. If it had been Trill or Molunin charge, he was sure they wouldn’t have been able to last this long. But Arvus had a lot of patience, and he seemed to know exactly how much they could take, with each little motion, each slide of his cock, meant to tease but not complete. Molun and Trill were needy, sweaty messes, wound perfectly tight and just waiting for Arvus’s next move.
And finally, even Arvus’s extraordinary patience failed. He drove into Trill with more purpose, harder and faster, nailing Trill’s sweet spot, and hedidn’tstop. Trill came with a scream, Molun bit his shoulder, pressing into Trill even as Trill arched up into Arvus, who came with a low moan, face a mask of ecstasy.
Trill was flooded with pleasure, and he’d never felt so filled, so wanted, and so cared for.
He wasn’t sure that he was ever going to be able to move again. He could feel Molun panting beneath him, the heave of his chest making Trill rise and fall. Arvus was still planted between their thighs, but after a moment, he pulled out. Trill made a noise of protest, and Molun hissed.
Too much stimulation. Trill didn’t want Molun to hurt. He sent a small pulse of energy into him, since they were still pressed so intimately together.
Arvus winced. “Sorry, baby. You’ll feel better once we’re all cleaned up.”
Arvus helped Trill off of Molun, which made Trill pout more, because now he didn’t haveanycocks in him, and going from two to none was even worse than going from one to none. But then Arvus’s fingers were there, gently running along his rim, making sure that he wasn’t hurt, because he always checked that, and then—
Trill sighed with relief as Arvus slid three of Molun’s fingers back inside Trill. Arvus pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“We’ve got you.”
Molun wiggled his fingers, and Trill made a happy sound. Molun cuddled up to him further.
“You like that?”
“So much,” Trill assured him. “Don’t like to be empty.”
Molun pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “You’re not ever empty, all right?”
Trill was pretty sure they weren’t talking about just his body anymore. “All right.”
