Redamancy

by T D Cloud

  down his face to give Navidae a warning look. “Not tonight.

  I’m sick of it.”

  Navidae held up his hands innocently. “What? It’s not my fault he’s acting as if he’s never had a threesome before.”

  Sorin scowled. “Well, excuse me,” he said tersely, going willingly enough when Khouri guided him down for a kiss. “Some of us don’t make it a habit to fuck in as many ways as possible.”

  The shutting of the chest punctuated Sorin’s words. Navidae laughed as he tossed the supplies on the bed and joined them a moment later. “Really now?” He gave Khouri a soft smile when he reached for the bloomers clinging to his hips. Khouri dipped his head and lifted his hips obediently. “That’s a failure on your part then,” he said, slipping them off and lowering himself to kiss Khouri’s parted thighs. His lips were warm. Almost ticklish. “Not mine.” Sorin raised an annoyed brow but didn’t bother getting snippy with him. He turned towards Khouri instead and rucked up the shirt he wore under his arms. The cool air of the room teased Khouri’s skin. He let out a soft sound when Sorin chased the chill with his mouth. He lapped at his nipples, tugging one between his teeth until Khouri couldn’t help but fidget and whine, locking his thighs around Navidae’s head for want of something to hold onto.

  It felt so good. Sorin’s big, calloused hand rolling his nipple, dragging down his ribs. Navidae sucking marks against his inner thigh and hip bone. Sharp teeth and a warm, wet tongue, the prodding of dry fingers. Khouri shuddered and fought to keep his eyes open. He knotted his fingers in Sorin’s hair and let out a broken whine. He could come just from this. It’d be so easy. But… he didn’t want easy. He wanted more. He wanted them both.

  “Wait,” he pleaded, looking to Navidae first and then Sorin. “I want you to undress too.”

  Navidae frowned petulantly. He rolled onto his shoulder, scooted a bit higher until they were laying beside one another, and traced his hand down Khouri’s ribs. Khouri didn’t miss how the tips of his fingers brushed Sorin’s with the move. “You think I want to see the human naked?” he complained, giving Sorin the merest tease of a smolder. “You’re so much more enticing, pet.”

  “Please?” Khouri begged, his hand knotting itself in the fabric of Navidae’s trousers. He tugged gently, biting his bottom lip.

  “How about you go first, Navidae?” Sorin challenged, resting on his side to play with his chest some more. “You can lead by example since you know so much about this sort of thing.”

  A sigh fell from Navidae’s lips, dulled by the smirk curling his lips. “Fine,” he murmured, his hands falling to his waistband. He shot Sorin a cocky look, rolling onto his back with a grin. “Don’t let me intimidate you though. I’d hate to make you run away before Khouri got his fill.”

  Khouri had imagined this happening in dozens of different ways, dozens of different times. He sat up slightly and took careful stock of how Sorin watched with hooded eyes as Navidae laid back on the bed, hips lifted as he shimmied out of his tailored pants as gracefully as any dancer might. He reclined against the opulent bedding once they were off, awaiting what came next.

  If Khouri had worried the kissing in the sitting room had been a fluke before, he was positive now that it was anything but. It took a pointed cough to make Sorin look away from Navidae’s cock. When he did, Sorin instantly colored. But the damage was done. Navidae was grinning at him. Khouri’s own smile made his face ache. Sorin was just as attracted to Navidae as Navidae clearly was to him. His heart raced at the thought that his dream was finally becoming reality. It was really going to happen.

  He needed to keep this going before something happened to derail things before they got good. Keeping the two from fighting seemed the best option for that, so Khouri gave Navidae a short kiss and then pushed himself upright, a hand tugging at Navidae’s wrist while the other reached for Sorin.

  “Come here,” he whispered, folding himself into Sorin’s arms. With a little maneuvering he had Sorin trapped between himself and Navidae. Sorin went easily enough but kept glancing back at Navidae as if he couldn’t quite believe the firm line along his spine was the other Drow. Khouri met eyes with Navidae, plucking at Sorin’s shirt meaningfully. Navidae’s lips split in a grin once he picked up on Khouri’s intentions. Perfect.

  Sorin fidgeted as two pairs of hands settled on his chest. “What are you two planning—” His cheeks flushed a pretty pink when Khouri popped the top button, Navidae the bottom. “Oh. Um. Alright.”

  “If you’re going to play with us,” Khouri whispered, trailing his lips down the path of Sorin’s bare chest, “you need to play with the both of us.”

  They were clearly rapidly approaching places that Sorin had never ventured before. He shifted and muttered as he was stripped, so Khouri soothed him throughout with kisses. He caught Sorin’s hand and held it to his body, encouraging the man to touch, feel, stroke. Sorin’s eyes fell to half-mast, and before long he was touching Navidae too without too much fuss. Clothing disappeared in between kisses and soft moans. It took some finesse to manage but with a few more kisses and a pointed shove Khouri had Sorin coaxed onto his back.

  Sorin opened his eyes once his back met the silken sheets. “What’s this?” he asked, looking a little self-conscious. “Wouldn’t Khouri look better laid out like this?”

  “I’m inclined to agree,” Navidae hummed, giving Khouri a curious look. Sorin didn’t miss how he wrinkled his nose at the sight of his naked cock. Was he feeling bitter? Sorin was bigger, sure, but Navidae had nothing to be ashamed of. At least his gaze softened when Khouri leaned closer, kissing short little kisses up his shoulder and towards his lips.

  “Sorin is so old,” Khouri teased, speaking the words against Navidae’s ear and cheek. Still plenty loud enough for Sorin to hear. “Feeble, really.”

  Navidae looked at Sorin with a grin, running his fingers through Khouri’s thick hair. Khouri shivered at the touch, wanting nothing more than for Navidae to tighten his grip and yank. Hard. “Then we should keep him on his back, shouldn’t we?” his lover murmured. “So as not to over exert the elderly.”

  Sorin bared his teeth and immediately tried to sit up. He was stopped by both of their hands against his chest. “What the fuck do you two think you’re going to do?” he demanded, trepidation rolling over him in waves. Khouri couldn’t help but laugh, but that only succeeded in making Sorin angrier.

  “Is he always like this?” Navidae asked in their language, nipping teasingly at Khouri’s ear.

  Khouri shivered, shaking his head. He kept his eyes open, locked on Sorin who looked thoroughly unsettled by the language swap. “He’s not sure what we have planned for him,” he replied, turning to let Navidae kiss his lips this time. “Will you help me surprise him?”

  Navidae raised a brow, tightening his fingers in his hair until Khouri gasped. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Your mouth,” Khouri whimpered. “Both of us.”

  The grin on his lover’s face was positively maniacal. “You’re planning on killing him, aren’t you?” he laughed, shaking his head with obvious acceptance. “That’s cruel, even for—”

  “What the hell are you two planning?” Sorin snapped, bringing the focus back onto him and him alone.

  “Why? Is someone nervous?” Navidae wondered, switching back to the surface tongue without skipping a beat. “Patience is a virtue, you know.” Even as he spoke, he was guiding Khouri’s head lower with his hand still in his hair.

  Khouri went easily, looking at Sorin through his lashes with his mouth only an inch from the firm length of him. “It’s just us, Sorin,” Khouri teased, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. He made sure that the warmth of his breath rolled over Sorin’s cock when he huffed out a little laugh. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about having us both on you like this.”

  Sorin stiffened as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing. “I think I had a dream about it once,” he admitted reluctantly, hissing
out a breath when Khouri leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. Navidae wasn’t quite so forward but he was definitely just as intent, watching and cataloging everything about the situation in a way that Khouri knew from firsthand experience was just as intense in its own way.

  “What a pervert,” Khouri said, leaning back so Navidae could have space to join him in kissing and sucking. He shot Sorin a gleeful look. “You should’ve told me. I have that dream all the time.”

  “I think that makes you the pervert, pet,” Navidae teased, kissing Khouri’s ear, and Khouri couldn’t help but giggle when it tickled. Khouri shrugged him away and Navidae slowly turned his attention back to Sorin. The grin Navidae wore was lazy, the sort that dripped with mischief. “I wonder,” he began, bringing his lips to the head of Sorin’s cock, “what these dreams were about.”

  Sorin sucked in a harsh breath, gritting his teeth from the teasing. Another thing Khouri had experienced firsthand far too many times to be healthy. “This and that,” he managed to say. His brows were knitted together tightly, his expression a bit dazed, almost helpless under the stimulation. He didn’t seem to know how to act when it was Navidae between his legs. It’d only be a kindness to give him a dose of familiarity in that regard, so Khouri began nuzzling the base, sucking little open mouth kisses against his balls and shaft.

  Navidae hummed, pretending to contemplate it for a moment. Just a ruse. Sorin let out a choked cry in the next instant, and Khouri pulled back just as Navidae let out a muffled snort, Sorin’s cock sheathed to the base in his throat.

  “Oh, fucking hell,” Sorin groaned. His thighs twitched and shifted, and he brought his hand to his mouth, clapping it over his jaw as if that might spare him from making more embarrassing noises. Khouri laughed as he teased Sorin’s balls with the tips of his fingers.

  “Wow,” he breathed, staring at Sorin intently to drink in his every reaction. “I don’t think you’ve ever been that loud with me before.” His leaned against Navidae’s shoulder, giving up a surprised noise of his own when Navidae responded by reaching back to slip his fingers down the cleft of his ass. “You’ve… You’ve been holding out on me.”

  “He fucking surprised me,” Sorin tried to argue, only for Navidae to give him a look and hollow his cheeks in response. Sorin’s eyes closed tightly, his hips bucking upwards to chase the warmth. Gods, it looked so good. Sorin had to be realizing it too. He’d told him before, so long ago, back when they first started sleeping together; Sorin had cracked jokes about Navidae never going down on him. At least know he knew better.

  Case in point was how Navidae could do all of that to Sorin and still find the time and concentration to slip his fingers lower, skimming them over Khouri’s entrance in a way that made him spread his legs instinctively. Khouri moaned and pressed his forehead to Sorin’s thigh, trembling too hard to keep sucking. It was too dry, too little to really do much for him, but it was a promise all the same. A promise of what was coming, of what he’d get from the both of them just as soon as they tired of the foreplay.

  “Hey, what gives?” Sorin muttered. Khouri lifted his head to see what had him complaining now, but he realized quickly that it was because Navidae had pulled off his cock too.

  “Navi?”

  A bitter, salty kiss was offered to him in lieu of a reply.

  Khouri leaned into Navidae’s flushed, slick lips eagerly for a taste. “Why don’t you let me do this,” Navidae breathed, speaking his words against Khouri’s cheek and then ear as his fingers worked slowly between Khouri’s legs.

  “Then what will I do?” Khouri asked, so breathless from such a small thing. He’d been having rougher, longer, harder sex for more years than he could remember. It spoke to Navidae’s skill that he was capable of doing so much with such a little thing.

  A vicious smile spread across Navidae’s swollen lips. “Open yourself up for us,” he told him, the iron weight of an order threading his every word. “Haven’t you always wanted to take us both? It’s a night of dream-chasing, isn’t it? Why don’t I make that one come true?”

  Khouri shivered, his eyes closing as he moaned. “Navi,” he whined brokenly, seeking out Navidae’s lips for another kiss. Navidae indulged him for a moment but pulled away after a few seconds, nudging him on his way.

  “Use the toy I got out for you,” he told him, turning his attention back to Sorin for a moment before looking at Khouri with molten eyes. “Make sure you’re loose enough for the both of us. I don’t want to wait.”

  The whine Khouri wanted to let out never got a chance to move past his lips. Navidae was right there to smother it with his own in a kiss so filthy and deep that Khouri felt his soul leave his body briefly. Navidae pulled his hand from Khouri to wrap it around the base of Sorin’s cock instead. He touched Sorin like an afterthought. His ruby eyes were dark with lust. His attention was Khouri’s. Just Khouri’s.

  But Khouri had to breathe eventually. As hard as he tried to avoid it, he had to pull away. He rested his forehead on Navidae’s shoulder, panting against his skin. Navidae let out a low, rumble of a laugh and kissed his hair tenderly. “Get to it, blackbird,” he whispered. “I’m right here if you need me.”

  Khouri took another moment to breathe before pulling away. “Yes, Milord.” He lifted himself with shaky arms and crawled away from Sorin’s legs. Sorin was thoroughly flushed now, his cock standing fully at attention. His blue eyes were dark with lust and followed Khouri as he crawled towards the pile of things Navidae had pulled from the chest. The obsidian phallus was there, laying among the crystal cut bottles of oil and a few of the lighter restraints, ostensibly in case they felt the need for them.

  “Now, where were we?” Navidae whispered, his voice low, used. Khouri glanced over his shoulder and found he had given his attention back to Sorin. Sorin swallowed hard, an audible click following the motion. Navidae smirked like it was funny, stroking his hand up and down the length of Sorin’s shaft. “Did you get even harder during all of that? Khouri was right; you are a pervert.”

  Sorin bucked his hips upwards. “I don’t want to hear that from you,” he said, his voice woefully weak in the wake of Navidae tonguing the slit of his cock. He fell back into the pillows and fought to keep his eyes open.

  “No bickering,” Khouri chastised again. He had a feeling he’d be doing it often with the two of them like this. Sorin grunted and Navidae simply went back to swallowing Sorin, probably preferring that over more conversation. Khouri licked his lips for a moment, watching. They looked… so good together. He’d always known it, and it really did feel like a dream to see it in reality not even three feet from him now.

  But, he knew if he wanted it to last he needed to do his part to facilitate the next step. He picked up the obsidian phallus and one of the bottles of oil and crawled a little higher on the bed before laying down. The cork came off the bottle with a quiet pop, lost in the wet, ragged groans Navidae kept pulling from a reluctant Sorin. Khouri quickly coated his fingers, then coated the toy. He stared at the glistening phallus for a moment. After a moment of consideration, he added some more oil.

  Opening himself up was old hat at this point. He’d long grown accustomed to the sensation. He pressed the tapered tip to his entrance and closed his eyes, focusing on the breach as it pressed past the first ring of muscles with only mild resistance. Khouri exhaled heavily, cheeks tingling and thighs twitching. His toes curled in the sheets as he tipped his head back, savoring the familiar drag of a toy he’d spent years growing familiar with. Navidae really did work far too much. This toy felt like a welcome home all its own for all the times Khouri had dug it out when no one else was around to satisfy him.

  Small, helpless little sounds began to fill the air, and it took a moment for Khouri to realize they were coming from him, not Sorin. Khouri writhed and twisted, fucking himself slowly at first, then faster. The excess oil made the drag beautifully slick, practically effortless. His cock rested hot and heavy against his belly. If he were
alone right now, pleasuring himself while Navidae was away working, he might have closed a hand around it and worked himself off. But, he wasn’t alone. He had two lovers this time anticipating something better, and he damn well knew he wanted to save that eventual release for when there was considerably more inside him than what this toy was capable of providing.

  A low whistle sounded somewhere off to the side. “Wow,” Sorin said quietly. Khouri opened his eyes and turned his head, blushing hotly when he found both of them watching him avidly.

  “What?” he whispered, still working the toy in and out, in and out. He twisted his wrist and tensed up, thighs falling open as a wave of pleasure rolled over him like the building tide.

  This was getting too good. He bit down on his lip and flattened a finger along the length of the phallus. Slick with oil as it was, it too entered him seamlessly, the stretch slight but enough to ground him.

  “Gods, Khouri,” came Navidae’s voice. He’d slipped into their language again. “You look divine.”

  Khouri whimpered at the praise. His skin was hot but the air in the room was still just a touch too cold. “I want more,” he said pitifully, staring at Navidae as he added another finger to the mix. A shiver rolled down his spine. He clenched hard around the intrusion, eyelids fluttering at the burning stretch. “More, Navi. Give me more.”

  “God, I don’t even know what you’re saying but it still sounds so fucking good,” Sorin groaned, throwing his head. He tossed an arm over his eyes and then hissed when Navidae wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it a tight stroke.

  “He wants us,” Navidae translated in a rough voice. He had to tear his eyes away from Khouri to get the words out at all. The self-control he prided himself on was crumbing. Khouri could see the signs. They were there in the way he held himself, in the tightness of his shoulders and the hard, stiff line of his jaw. “But he’s not ready yet. Try to control yourself. If you come in my mouth, I’m going to make you regret it.”

  “Oh, so you’re not done yet? Never thought you’d be this eager to suck my dick,” Sorin remarked with a husky, breathless voice. “Glad you’re not tired of it yet. It’s a good look on you.”