"Morning," his voice was rough with sleep.
"Hi," I whispered back, acutely aware of Milo still sleeping against my other side.
Fenric's gaze traveled over my face, lingering on the Oracle's mark before dropping to where the sheet had fallen away, revealing the expanse of blue-marked skin across my chest and stomach. His hand moved from my hip upward, fingertips tracing one glowing line with reverent attention.
"You're beautiful like this," he murmured, so quiet I almost missed it. "Unguarded."
Heat bloomed beneath my skin where he touched. The markings responded, brightening slightly, and I felt a corresponding pulse from the connection point over his heart.
"Fenric," I turned more fully toward him, my movement inadvertently pressing me closer.
He pulled me against him, kissing my neck with slow deliberation. Each press of his lips was measured, controlled, but I could feel the want vibrating beneath his restraint. His teeth grazed my pulse point, drawing a soft gasp from me.
"We should be quiet," his breath was hot against my throat. "Milo's still sleeping."
But even as he spoke, I felt the arm around my waist tighten. Milo's breath hitched, his body pressing more firmly against my back. Not asleep anymore.
I arched my neck, giving Fenric better access, and felt Milo's lips find the curve of my shoulder from behind. Trapped between them, their mouths on my skin, I couldn't suppress the small sound of pleasure that escaped me.
"Good morning to you too," Milo's voice was sleep-rough against my skin too, his hand sliding up my ribcage to cup my breast through the thin fabric of the tank top I'd slept in.
Fenric pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a question in his gaze. I nodded, giving permission for whatever he had in mind.
"Milo," Fenric's voice took on that commanding edge I'd heard in our private moments. "Touch hert."
Milo's fingers fumbled slightly, his inexperience showing, but his fingers started to trace my markings.. The blue markings glowed brighter in the morning light, sprawling across my breasts and down my stomach like living art.
"Beautiful," Fenric breathed, his hand cupping one breast while his thumb brushed over the nipple, drawing it to a tight peak.
Milo watched, transfixed, before following Fenric's example on my other breast. His touch was gentler, more exploratory, but no less effective. When both of them were touching me, I felt caught between two points of pleasure, each building on the other.
"Fenric," I gasped as he pinched lightly, sending sparks straight to my core.
"I want to taste you," his silver-blue eyes had darkened with hunger. "Both of us. Will you let us?"
The idea of both their mouths on me made my thighs clench. "Yes. Please."
Fenric shifted, moving down my body with deliberate intent. Milo followed his lead, and together they positioned themselves between my legs. Fenric hooked his fingers into my sleep shorts and underwear, pulling them down and off in one efficient motion.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice dropping to that authoritative tone that made me shiver.
I obeyed, opening myself to their gazes. The vulnerability should have made me self-conscious, but the way they looked at me, like I was something precious and desired, burned away any hesitation.
Fenric leaned forward first, his tongue dragging slowly through my folds. I moaned, my hips lifting involuntarily. He pressed them back down with firm hands, holding me steady as he licked again, this time circling my clit without quite touching it.
"Milo," Fenric glanced at the younger man. "Join me."
Milo's eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate. His head lowered beside Fenric's, his tongue tentatively joining in the exploration. The sensation of two mouths on me was overwhelming, each learning my body with dedicated attention.
They worked together with surprising coordination, Fenric directing Milo with murmured instructions. When Fenric finally closed his lips around my clit and sucked, while Milo's tongue explored lower, I cried out, my hands flying to tangle in their hair.
"That's it," Fenric encouraged, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. "Let us hear you."
Milo grew bolder, his tongue pressing inside me while Fenric continued his assault on my clit. The dual stimulation had me trembling, pleasure building impossibly fast.
"I'm close," I gasped, my fingers tightening in their hair.
"Not yet," Fenric pulled back slightly, denying me the pressure I needed. "You'll come when I say."
