I started to move too, however subtly in wait for Meryt to command that I join him.
Ever since childhood, I might have been the more limber one between us, but he was the captivating one, destined to surpass me no matter how many times I outdid him. He was the better dancer, and he lured in all who watched him to salivate for more.
Hips moving in a mime of rhythmic thrusting, Meryt dropped backward, spine arching to bring his head toward the floor. When he rolled upright, he swiveled his hips in a circle, stomach muscles taut with sweat already dripping down between their grooves.
Meryt dragged his hands through those beads of liquid, all the way up, over his dancer’s top, and brought his fingers to his lips to taste the salt.
Show off, I thought, but I knew he was only just beginning.
He spun once more, and without stopping the undulations of his hips, he faced Osiris. “May my lord be unwrapped?” he asked.
“I may.” Osiris fingered the linen across his chest, his expression so neutral that the only hint of his arousal was thebrighter bronze in his cheeks. “These are only a symbol now. I am as whole as I once was.”
I had no doubt.
Meryt tugged on one of the strips and an end immediately loosened, allowing the unravelling to begin. Dancing all around Osiris with constant circling and twirls, Meryt expertly gathered the cloth into his hands, eventually able to use much of it as added scarves in accompaniment.
The more Osiris was revealed, the more Meryt flung the wrappings that had ended to seek out new ends to tug, and when he found them, he grazed his fingers over the smooth, statue-like muscles and sinuous curves of the green god.
Only Osiris wasn’t all green. He may as wellhavebeen made of metal, for along the seams where Seth would have dismembered him was bright gold or bronze, like a broken pot repaired with something finer than its creation, highlighting its flaws rather than pretending its cracks had never been formed.
The contrast was beautiful, and knowing the painstaking work it had been for Osiris’s wife made it lovelier still.
By the time no wrappings remained and Meryt unhooked Osiris’s belt to remove his loincloth, the god’s arousal was clear, thick length at attention, with its own line of gold around its base. Even what dripped from his tip shimmered like gold.
“I can do anything, my lord, and not offend you?” Meryt asked.
“All choices are yours.” Osiris nodded. “And so am I.”
I felt my own length thicken as Meryt returned his gaze to me while pulling Osiris to the end of the bed. “Then let us show you our love by making you part of it.”
He sat Osiris down and fell once more into the dance, so similar to that night with General Paser that I had to assume it was on purpose. A reminder of where we started, but a promise that the ending could be ours.
I took that as my cue, for Meryt kept eye contact with me whenever he faced me, dancing over Osiris’s lap. I swayed, arched and rolled and twirled, letting the music move me as Meryt had, surrendering more and more to the beat.
As he lowered his hips into Osiris’s lap, nearly brushing the god’s upright prick, Meryt reached to either side of him to seek Osiris’s hands and placed them upon his hips. He coaxed the god of the underworld to feel up his stomach and chest, and Osiris groped him with eager earnestness, though not quite possessiveness, which I enjoyed watching enough that I had to touch myself too.
“May I?” I asked, making it clear what I wanted by how tightly my fingers were digging into my thighs. For once, it wasn’t a master I needed permission from, only a partner whose preferences were top of my mind.
“Do it,” Meryt said. “Show me.”
Wanting to reach beneath my loincloth—but not yet,not yet—I first ran my hands up my stomach and chest like Osiris had done to Meryt, then further up my neck and into my hair. I repeated it all back down again, but waited once I returned to my hips,waited, and only after Meryt drew Osiris’s hands beneath his blue, did I grip myself beneath my red.
“Meryt!”
“Oh, Nakht!”
We had never been allowed to cry out each other’s names while with another before.
As Osiris played with Meryt beneath his loincloth and I touched myself beneath mine, Meryt lowered his hips again, nearly brushing Osiris’s prick once more, but danced upright suddenly, knocking Osiris’s hands from him, and spun about to face the god directly.
In answer, Osiris parted his knees, and Meryt danced between them, arcing his arms up and over Osiris’s head to drop hishands behind it. He cradled him, pulled Osiris toward him, and so suddenly did the next word leave me as Meryt leaned down to meet their lips together that I barely registered I had spoken.
“No. Not that.”
MERYT
I hovered, near enough to Osiris’s mouth to almost taste him, but I allowed no closer meeting than the puffs of his breath. I tilted my head back toward Nakht.
