Paid to Be Shared

by Romilly King

  “Good,” Griffin rested a hand on Birch’s head, “You’ve been a brat today, so take this now like a good boy,”

  The slap that Ivo delivered, open-palmed, to Birch’s ass, was a startling crack of skin against skin. Birch huffed in pain and discontent. He didn’t like being punished, although he loved being hurt. His headspace had him balanced between the two at the moment. He knew which was he wanted to go.

  Ivo repeated the action, then again, and again. He developed a steady rhythm that sent Birch rocking into Griffin’s body with increasingly embarrassing grunts and whimpers of pain.

  Embarrassing because Birch’s body quickly decided what it considered this to be. This was perfect. It was just on the right side of painful, and Griffin was there, and Ivo was there. They were all together and, as the spanking continued, Birch felt arousal thickening his cock as it swung between his legs.

  Birch had lost track of the number when he stopped pretending this was punishment and spread his thighs, sliding his knees further apart and offering up his body to Ivo.

  Ivo finally paused, and Griffin laughed and petted Birch’s head, his fingers tugging on the longer strands.

  “Sorry,” Griffin said. “But no. Sex isn’t a punishment, and punishment isn’t sex.”

  “I’m pretty sure he knows he’s not in trouble anymore,” Ivo panted because Ivo could read Birch like a book. Birch really hadn’t thought of himself as in trouble since the moment he saw Griffin in the bedroom. It was never going to be a punishment if it involved both his Dom’s touching him.

  Birch tilted his head to look up into Griffin’s face, he saw Griffin and Ivo exchange a look, “Do you want sex?” Griffin asked, “With both of us?”

  Birch nodded eagerly, and his heart rate picked up.

  Griffin looked back at Ivo, “You know what?” he said, “I’m tired of fighting this. Are you?”

  “I’m sure I want to,” Ivo said, “But are you sure we should?”

  “I trust him,” Griffin answered, “Our sub is asking us for something. If we both want to give it, then we should give it.”

  Birch panted into the fabric of Griffin’s shirt and whined for it, tilting his hips upward in a blatant invitation.

  The next touch he felt against his ass was Ivo’s hard cock, sliding gently along the cleft between his cheeks.

  “Yes!” Birch exclaimed, his body tight with joy, “God, just do it. Finally, do it!”

  “Hang on,” Ivo gasped as he scrambled away, and Birch was thrilled to hear his voice was hoarse, his own excitement unmistakable.

  “Left side,” Griffin said.

  “I know it’s the fucking left side!” Ivo snapped, “I know because this is my room, and I put it there.” His heat pressed back against Birch, and Birch heard the pop of the plastic cap that indicated that he was finally going to get what he’d hoped for since he sat opposite these two beautiful men and saw them hold hands as they looked at him hungrily.

  Ivo pulled away again to get the right angle, and Griffin took the opportunity to slide out from underneath Birch. “Hands and knees,” he ordered, his voice confident, his dominance wrapped around him.

  Birch did as he was told.

  Griffin stripped off his clothes efficiently, and Birch had to look away, because it was so intimate, him naked, Griffin naked, Ivo there and ready to take him. He hung his head and panted as his desire spiked.

  “I think we can carry on,” Griffin said smugly as he slid back onto the bed and guided Birch back toward him. That was when Birch realized Ivo hadn’t touched him while Griffin stripped. Birch glanced over his shoulder and saw Ivo kneeling there, the lube in his hands, his face slack with arousal.

  “As you were gentlemen,” Griffin said and maneuvered Birch to where he wanted him, high up against his chest, between his legs which were bent, his feet flat on the bed. Birch could have kissed Griffin from where he was if he dared. If he was invited.

  It seemed that Griffin’s words were all the go command Ivo needed as he pushed a lube-covered finger into Birch’s ass without warning.

  Birch grunted. He dropped his head, so his forehead rested against Griffin’s chest. Their erections pressed together, and Birch couldn’t resist grinding against Griffin’s length.

  Ivo quickly graduated to two fingers in Birch’s ass. Plenty of lube was being used, but he was not gentle as he scissored Birch open hurriedly. It was precisely what Birch wanted and needed, and he thrust forward into Griffin and back against Ivo’s fingers even as Griffin petted him, his hands running up and down his back and head and arms. Birch felt surrounded. Pinned above and below by the pure domination of both his Emptores. He relaxed against Griffin, opened himself for Ivo, and let himself sink.

  The sensations overwhelmed him like they had that very first time he felt subspace, the time he had told Ivo and Griffin about. Arousal and need rippled through him, and all he had to do was take it.

  Ivo added a third finger, quick and dirty, and then pulled them out before Birch could savor them.

  “Brace,” Ivo snapped, and there was something animalistic about the order, and it was the only notice he gave before he pressed his cock into Birch’s well-lubed hole.

  Ivo’s first thrust was relentless, inescapable, much like Ivo himself, and Birch felt skewered by it. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. There was pressure, almost pain, and then a glorious fullness, accompanied by the knowledge that Ivo was inside him, and Griffin was under his hands.

  “You look so good, Ivo,” Griffin said, and Birch imagined he did, his hands on Birch’s hips, his chest rising and falling as he panted and inexorably thrust in and out of Birch. Birch felt so owned, but he wanted more.

  “Please?” he begged. “Oh my fucking god, please?”

  “Please, what?” Griffin stroked a thumb over his bottom lip.

  “Please fuck me harder!” Birch exclaimed.

  Griffin looked up at Ivo and nodded, and Ivo obliged.

  He shoved back in and sought his own pleasure with little regard for Birch. Not that Birch minded. It was impossible for him not to feel pleasure when every thrust rubbed him against Griffin and sent sparks of delight around his hips and into his cock.

  The almost languid arousal he had felt when Ivo first mounted him rapidly melted into more demanding desire. He gasped and twisted his face up to meet Griffin’s hot stare.

  “You look fucking good like this too,” Griffin grunted as he thrust up against Birch’s body, “Wanted you like this for so long,”

  Birch moaned in agreement, and Ivo continued to hammer into him, his cock driving the breath from Birch’s body.

  Birch felt his orgasm rushing toward him, his cries became higher, more breathless, and he tried to warn Griffin. He looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Come,” said Griffin, his voice a demanding growl, and Birch flexed wildly in Ivo’s iron grip, and his cock pumped his come onto Griffin’s belly.

  Birch’s orgasm and the inevitable clenching of his ass didn’t stop Ivo, he kept thrusting even when Birch cried out at the overstimulation and tried to squirm away.

  “No,” Ivo growled and dragged Birch back into place. He spanked Birch again, and Birch cried out at the overload of sensation.

  “Give it to him,” Griffin’s voice was hoarse and predatory, “Give him all you’ve got,” and Ivo spanked him again, and again until Birch’s cries became a scream and he convulsed again between his two dominants.

  “Yes,” Ivo came with a cry, his semen pulsed into Birch, while his cock ground into Birch’s abused ass. Birch sobbed, gratitude, and joy washed through him as the three of them were held together in their dynamic for a perfect moment.

  Birch panted, he was aware that Griffin was still hard, and he knew he should do something about that, but when Ivo pulled out and gently moved Birch to one side, he went easily, compliant to his Dom.

  Griffin wrapped an arm around Birch and pulled him against his side, as Ivo leaned down and with one swallow took Griffin’s twitching coc
k deep into his mouth.

  Pressed up against Griffin, Birch had the most beautiful view. He could see Ivo’s lips stretched obscenely around Griffin’s thick cock, and he watched as Ivo’s eyes locked with Griffin’s, their gaze never leaving each other.

  Ivo was good, thought Birch as he watched the effortless way Ivo rode Griffin’s cock with his mouth, his cheeks hollowed, and his plump lips massaging the head on the upstroke. Griffin tangled his hands in Ivo’s hair, not pushing, not guiding, just connecting, and Ivo’s pupils were blown with arousal as he pleasured his husband.

  When Griffin came with a deep contented moan, Ivo swallowed it all, not a drop escaped his lips, and Birch wished a little would, so he could clean it. When Ivo crawled up Griffin’s body and exchanged a long leisurely kiss with his husband, Birch moaned at the sight of it and was rewarded with an equally filthy kiss of his own from Griffin.

  Nothing was said. Griffin held Birch and Ivo settled on his other side, a blanket was lazily pulled over the three of them, and for a long time, there was silence and peace.

  Chapter Twenty-Six - Ivo

  “Where’s Birch?” Ivo asked.

  “Gone for a run,” Griffin looked up. He was seated comfortably in the living room, slouched on the sofa, his feet up on the coffee table, his laptop on his knees, “Why did you want him for something?”

  “No,” Ivo wandered over to the mantle over the open fire and fiddled with a collection of netsuke, putting them in size order, “You’re playing with him tonight?”

  “Yeah, but we can swop if you want?”

  “I could join you?”

  “Why?”

  “Just thought it might be nice again if you’ve got nothing specific planned?”

  Griffin looked at Ivo steadily, “Really?”

  Ivo shrugged, “It was fun,” he said.

  “It was,” Griffin agreed, “But I didn’t think we were going to make a habit of it,”

  “Twice is not a habit,”

  “No, but you asking for it is something of a turnabout.”

  “It was just a suggestion,” Ivo said, “If you had nothing concrete planned, another Dom in the room could be stimulating,”

  “I’m not exactly running out of ideas,” Griffin snapped, “I don’t need leadership,”

  “Wasn’t suggesting you did,” Ivo snapped back, “I’ll fuck off, it wasn’t meant to be a big issue.” He turned away to go upstairs.

  “Hey,” Griffin called out to him, and Ivo paused, “The priority is you and me right, it always was, playing as a three was only ever going to be a maybe now and then thing, okay?”

  “Yeah,” Ivo said shortly.

  He strode up to his rooms. Apparently, it was a maybe now and then thing that Griffin thought only he could instigate. Ivo suggesting it had gone down like a lead balloon. Which was ridiculous considering that Griffin clearly had a limited playbook and hadn’t even bothered to plan a scene with Birch. Ivo had recently come up with a lot of ideas to stop Griffin from becoming bored and Birch from becoming complacent.

  Ivo sat at his desk and called up his referral caseload and let the complexities of the physical human heart soothe him. He lost track of time, and when there was a knock at his door several hours later, he realized it was mid-evening. When the knock was not immediately followed by the door opening, he realized it must be Birch and went to open the door.

  Birch knelt neatly in front of the door, he looked up at Ivo with his usual sweet guileless expression, “Hi Ivo,” he said, “I’m sorry to disturb you, but dinner is ready if you would like to join us.”

  “Thank you,” Ivo rumbled, “I’m still working through my caseload for the coming weeks, why don’t you go and enjoy your dinner, and I’ll get myself something later.”

  Birch rose to his feet with his usual grace, “You work too hard,” he said and leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of Ivo’s mouth. It was rare that Birch instigated touches, and Ivo was touched by his kiss. “I’ll put something up for you,” Birch said, “I’ll leave it in the fridge for you,”

  “Thank you,” Ivo said.

  “You’re welcome,” Birch turned to go, “Goodnight,” he said.

  Ivo returned to his desk. He gently touched his mouth, where Birch had kissed him.

  He shut his computer down and stared blindly out at the dark of the autumn evening. “Play Planets, full suite,” Ivo told his laptop.

  He sat in the dark and let the familiar music roll over him, like waves, waves of memory, and growing realization.

  How long was it that Birch had been with them now? A couple of weeks? More than a month, he realized.

  When had he fallen in love with him?

  He thought of Griffin. He remembered Griffin’s face the other night, the hunger in his eyes as he encouraged Ivo to fuck Birch harder, the look of ecstasy as he orgasmed under their sub.

  He remembered Griffin laughing as he held out a morsel of food for Birch to eat from his fingers at dinner. He could feel the same indulgent smile wreath his face as it did when he watched them.

  When had Griffin fallen in love with Birch? Did he even realize?

  This wasn’t what they had planned. This was so much more than they had planned.

  He sat and listened until the last shimmering threads of Neptune’s cold mystic theme shivered to silence, and then he went to find them.

  The house was silent and dark, only the vestibule lights glowed downstairs, and the kitchen was empty. Slowly Ivo made his way back upstairs and turned right towards Griffin’s turret at the opposite end of the house to his own. He hesitated for a second outside the door but then boldly opened it and stepped inside.

  In the turret alcove, Birch knelt between Griffin’s spread thighs. Griffin was fully dressed, Birch was naked, and Ivo could see small silver clamps attached to his nipples. The boy was half-hard, his plump cock rested against his thigh, and he held Griffin’s cock in his mouth. By the amount of drool on his chin, he has been in this position for a while.

  Griffin held a long feather in one hand, and he gently stroked it along Birch’s back and shoulders. He didn’t stop when Ivo entered the room. Instead, he trailed the tip of the feather across Birch’s chest, and Birch shivered as it tickled around the nipple clamps, but he didn’t move his mouth, just kept holding Griffin’s cock, and Griffin stroked his cheek, a look of awe on his face.

  Ivo thought they looked beautiful together. Birch was so beautifully balanced in his position and attitude, while Griffin was manly and in control as he slowly teased the boy.

  He was about to say so when Griffin looked up and noticed him, “What the fuck Ivo,” he snarled, “This is my time,”

  Ivo saw Birch jerk, and he stepped forward, he half raised a hand toward Griffin, endeavoring to stop him talking, Birch was deep in his submissive headspace.

  “I told you I didn’t want you here,” Griffin’s voice was harsh.

  Birch drew a sharp breath in through his nose, and Ivo saw his fists clench on his thighs.

  Ivo took a hurried step back, “I’m going,” he said.

  “Not soon enough,” Griffin’s voice was harsh, “You’ve ruined this,” He eased Birch off his cock, and while his hands were gentle, Birch shivered and whimpered and with uncoordinated hands tried to wipe the drool from his chin.

  “Going,” Ivo took another step back.

  Griffin stood and stepped around Birch as he zipped himself back into his jeans, “You’re such a dick, Ivo,” Griffin said, “And your timing fucking sucks,”

  “Yeah, I can see that now,” Ivo said, his own anger rose as he saw Birch behind Griffin, the boy was looking at them with a horrified expression, “Why don’t you look after Birch?”

  “Don’t tell me how to look after Birch, I know what I’m doing, I can look after him better than you,”

  “Then don’t fucking leave him there,” Ivo snapped.

  Griffin stalked towards Ivo, his face dark with fury, his fists clenched

  “Don�
��t tell me what to fucking do in my own space,” Griffin grabbed Ivo by the shirt and slammed him back against the wall.

  Ivo brought his hands up between Griffin's arms and swept them apart, knocking Griffin’s grip loose. He pushed Griffin’s chest, making him stumble backward.

  Griffin growled and launched his fist at Ico, but he was off-balance, and Ivo blocked it readily. Retaliation was automatic, and his own punch sent Griffin staggering. Griffin howled as Ivo’s fist connected with his jaw, and when he straightened, his lip was split, and blood flowed onto his chin. He looked like a madman as he threw himself at Ivo and they crashed to the ground, clawing at each other.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven - Birch

  Birch tried desperately to pull himself together. One moment he had been swimming in the gentle tide of subspace. The next, Griffin was angry, and at first, Birch didn’t know why. He had been good, he had held Griffin’s thick cock in his mouth as he had been told to, not sucking, just holding. Their connection had been lovely, the energy between them ebbing and flowing. Griffin’s hand had rested on the side of Birch’s cheek, and the long feather he held had traced tingles of pleasure over Birch’s body.

  Then the energy had changed, become chaotic, and Birch couldn’t grasp what was going on.

  The first thing he heard Ivo say was, “I’m going,” and Griffin replied “Not soon enough,”

  “No, please don’t” Birch knew he didn’t speak, he didn’t have enough control, but the thought echoed in his head. He was suddenly aware of the sharp pinch of the clamps on his nipples and of being naked on the floor while the two men he had grown to love ruined themselves over him.

  He stifled a whimper when Griffin stalked towards Ivo, grabbed him and slammed him back against the wall. When Griffin threw the first punch at Ivo, Birch scrambled backward in horror. He saw the moment Ivo’s eyes went flat and his posture changed, he went up on his toes, and the retaliatory blow he threw at Griffin was so much more professional than Griffin’s enraged flail.

  Ivo turned into the punch, and the jab that connected with Griffin’s jaw sent him stumbling backward.