Redamancy

by T D Cloud

  Navidae, who had been in the midst of opening his mouth for another go, pulled back a bit to shoot Sorin a glare. “Everything looks good on me,” he rasped. “You, on the other hand, could use some help in that department.”

  Oh, for the love of— Not this again. Khouri whined pointedly, a bit upset that it didn’t come off more severe.

  “Please don’t fight,” he begged breathlessly, his cheeks so hot when Sorin looked at him. His hand moved faster between his trembling thighs, driving the toy inside with a desperate air. He couldn’t help it. He moved his free hand higher, rolling his nipple between his fingers. “Please,” he wheezed, finally seeing the stars through the miles of dirt and stone separating them from the surface. “Not until you’ve fucked me.”

  “I wouldn’t have to argue with him if he’d just— Fuck!” Khouri startled at the exclamation. He lifted his head,

  question on his tongue, but then he realized what had caused it.

  Navidae somehow managed to laugh as he dug his teeth deeper into Sorin’s thigh. He held on for a few seconds and then let go, pulling away to reveal a deep bite mark that bled freely down Sorin’s leg.

  “See?” Navidae posed, licking his bloody lips with a grin. “You look better already.”

  Sorin didn’t spare so much as a moment before lunging for Navidae’s smug face. Khouri stopped fucking himself with the toy to watch when Navidae—shocked, imperious Navidae— was seized and thrown back onto the mattress by the much larger, much angrier human. Sorin pinned him down and held his hands above his head, grinding his cock against Navidae’s. For what? Intimidation? Or… Gods. Khouri’s eyes threatened to roll back in his head as a brutal wave of heat rolled over him. Oh, Gods. Sorin was into this. He was into fighting for the dominance Navidae refused to give up without a fight.

  “I’ll show you what happens to uppity brats in bed, Navidae,” Sorin snarled, fighting every spasm of Navidae’s body as it came. Khouri wrapped his hand around the toy once more, fucking himself as he imagined feeling all of that muscle against himself the way Navidae was feeling it now. “Don’t think I won’t bite you back.”

  The look Navidae gave him was ferocious. “Just try it,” he grinned, locking his thighs around Sorin’s hips. Khouri whimpered desperately at the sight. “You humans think you can even compete. Just look at your teeth! So dull like the herbivores you a—”

  Sorin sank his teeth into Navidae’s shoulder before he could finish what he was saying. But that was fine. He made up for it quickly enough with a string of curses so filthy that nothing but their language could give them the weight they clearly were intended to carry. Sorin furrowed his brow, obviously not understanding, and Khouri was thankful he didn’t ask for a translation because he had no clue how to even go about explaining the dual meaning of Navidae’s words, of how it boiled down to something like “I’d fuck you blind if you weren’t so big,” but with a mix of “Gods, you’re perfect,” tossed in too for good measure.

  Khouri gave a ragged moan of his own at the thought. This had to be a dream. Nothing this perfect could ever really happen to him otherwise.

  Sorin didn’t let go until Navidae stopped struggling.

  “Are my teeth as dull as you thought they’d be?” he asked, putting his lips to Navidae’s ear. Khouri barely heard the words, but he had a feeling Sorin pitched it just loud enough to let him hear. Navidae was hard and leaking against Sorin’s thigh, cheeks flushed high with heady color. “You’re not the only one who can throw his weight around, Milord.”

  “You humans are just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Navidae laughed, rocking against him with a groan. He turned his head, watching Khouri watch them. “Big cock, big body, and such a nasty temper. I can see why you keep him around, blackbird.

  Isn’t he fun?” Khouri had the time to smile before a hum broke out from between his legs. In an instant he lost the ability to hold himself up. A haggard cry tore past his lips as pleasure swam over his eyes, the edge approaching so fast that it made him dizzy. Oh, Gods, he’d forgotten about that little surprise. It’d been so long since he’d played with this particular toy. He bit down hard on his lip and cried out weakly as he forced his fingers lower, deeper, four of them crammed inside with the vibrating stone and still so tight against his stretched hole. This wasn’t enough just yet. He had to keep going, open himself up wider.

  “What the hell is that sound?” Sorin barked, hackles raised from the moment Khouri crumpled into the bed sheets. Khouri forced his eyes to open, to look at the man and calm him down. It helped, but only a little. Khouri whined and failed to make words form between the moans. Had he ever been this full before? He couldn’t think long enough to recall.

  Navidae batted at Sorin’s hands and pushed him away with a grin. He rolled onto his shoulder, propping his head up on his hand. “That means he’s almost ready,” he said, crooking his finger at Khouri. “Aren’t you, blackbird? Come here and let me check.”

  It took a couple of seconds for Khouri to respond. He blinked slowly, his eyes closing as a vicious ripple of anticipation overtook him. Gods, it was really happening. He pulled the toy out with a wet, lewd sound and dropped it on the mattress. His body buckled the moment it was gone. Empty. He felt so empty now, but not for much longer. Khouri shivered, eyes locked on Navidae, heart hammering in his chest so loud that it was all he could hear once the toy stopped vibrating against the sheets. He crawled to his lover and turned around. Shame was a thing for later. He nearly collapsed onto his chest in his hurry to lift his hips, to show them the hard work he’d done preparing for them both.

  “Oh, sweet blackbird,” Navidae crooned. The mattress dipped and shifted as he picked himself up. Khouri hissed as fingers dipped into his entrance without warning. He’d forgotten how much bigger Navidae’s hands were than his own. They sank in easily despite it, and he managed to work in all five before he pulled them free. “Is this really enough for you?”

  Khouri lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at them. A warm, heavy hand stroked down his flank. Sorin. Khouri spread his thighs a little wider, the first flutters of nervous energy rustling to life in his stomach. It wasn’t but that had never stopped him before. “I still want to feel you,” he breathed, voice wrecked before they had even truly begun. He was in for a rough morning tomorrow if that were any prediction for the future. “I want to feel you split me in two.”

  “Let’s see how ready you are then,” Navidae murmured, reaching over to push Sorin back down. Sorin grunted but went without much of a fight. “You’ll go first,” he said, gesturing Khouri over and guiding him into position atop Sorin’s lap. He didn’t rush it. Khouri shivered when Navidae took his time running his hands up and down his legs, his hips, kissing and biting at his neck even as Khouri faced Sorin. He could have his back to Navidae and it wouldn’t keep the man from kissing him wherever he pleased. Khouri settled his hands over Navidae’s and shook hard enough to rattle the bed, so desperate to see how it felt to have that intensity paired with Sorin’s passion.

  “Are you certain about this?” his lover whispered in his ear, kissing the tip lovingly. Navidae’s hand crept around his neck, tilting his chin around until they met eyes.

  “I’ve never been more certain about anything,” Khouri answered, parting his lips for a kiss he knew would come. And it did. It came and went with a pleasant, soothing drag of a familiar tongue, a teasing nip of sharp, white teeth.

  Navidae was reluctant to pull away, but he managed just to peer over Khouri’s shoulder. “I don’t trust him to lead,” he murmured as he stared at Sorin, still holding Khouri possessively around the middle. “Ride him, pet. Try not to miss me too much as I get ready to give you what you really want.”

  Khouri didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed Sorin’s shoulders in hands that shook, latching on as Navidae made a grab for Sorin’s cock, holding it still. Whatever rebuttal Sorin would have offered up was lost as Khouri followed the burning heat of it between his legs, dropping
down on his cock in one firm fall. Khouri let out a broken cry, clenching furiously around the length. He was too loose to really feel it like he normally did, which had to say something since Sorin was one of the larger men he’d ever taken. He swiveled his hips and rocked up and down, chasing more, craving more—

  “God,” Sorin hissed, holding tightly to Khouri’s hips. He groaned and dug his fingers in hard enough to bruise, and Khouri let out a groan of his own when Sorin forced him to stay still. “Oh, fuck, Khouri. Give me some warning next time.”

  Khouri shook his head, yanking on handfuls of Sorin’s hair. “More,” he begged, fighting the iron hands holding him down. “More, more, more.”

  A ragged snarl thundered against his ear. “If you don’t stop clenching, I’m going to give you the exact opposite of that.”

  “Don’t you dare come,” Navidae ordered, his voice dragging something primal from Khouri. That voice… it always meant pleasure, pain. It meant more. Even if he didn’t face Navidae now, he knew to trust it to deliver everything he could want in spades.

  “Navi,” he whined, turning, seeking it out. A firm, muscled chest teased his back, and Khouri let go of Sorin to reach for his lover. He barely managed to skim Navidae’s shoulders before Navidae seized his thighs in his hands and lifted, hefting Khouri out of Sorin’s lap. His cock stayed inside but only just. The head was caught at the first ring of muscle, so close to falling out. Khouri let out a choked, broken whimper and covered his face with his hands. His toes curled and his cheeks burned; Navidae laughed in his ear as he fed him another inch, treating Sorin as a glorified dildo that he wasn’t sure he wanted Khouri playing with just yet.

  “Don’t hide, blackbird,” the Lord chided, slowly dropping Khouri another inch, another slow, horrendous inch. This time, Sorin’s voice joined Khouri’s in protesting it. “Let us see your pretty face.”

  “Speak for yourself,” Sorin grunted. Khouri opened his eyes and looked at him, and gaped a little at the way Sorin grimaced. His big hands were twisted in the sheets at his side, his jaw clenched so tightly that the tendons in his neck stood out with stark relief. He glanced at Khouri and managed to smile a little. “This situation is already pretty overwhelming,” he said, answering the question Khouri couldn’t ask himself. “Don’t… Don’t need to be making it more of that.”

  “Afraid you’ll finish the race before it starts?” came Navidae’s low, melodic voice. He pressed his lips to Khouri’s neck, nipping him harshly to make him clench around Sorin. It… It worked, unfortunately. Khouri’s body arched like a bow, flattening his back against Navidae’s front as he tightened ruthlessly on Sorin’s cock.

  Sorin positively snarled. “I could fuck circles around you, brat, but I beg your fucking pardon if having two Drow on me is a bit more than I’m accustomed to.” he hissed through bared teeth. Khouri didn’t take it personally when Sorin looked past him to glare solely at Navidae. “When are you going to do it? I can’t last forever.”

  Navidae no doubt rolled his eyes. He kissed Khouri’s cheek to pull back his attention, whispering, “Do you feel confident about moving on?” in his ear too quietly for Sorin to hear.

  Khouri sucked in a bracing breath and gave himself just a moment to look past his need, to really think if he was ready and willing to do what they’d been moving towards the entire night. It was… It was going to be more than he’d ever taken before, easily. It was probably going to hurt. Hurt in a way he might not like. Khouri lifted his hands and settled them on Navidae’s shoulder and forearm— anywhere he could reach with his lover holding him from behind. His heart pounded in his chest so loudly that he wondered if they could hear it too.

  He closed his eyes and let out the breath he’d been holding. Khouri nodded once. He knew he wouldn’t need to do more.

  The room stayed still though. Khouri fidgeted a little when Navidae didn’t set him down fully on Sorin’s cock, didn’t move him up or down or anywhere at all. He let out an irritated, impatient huff and dug his nails into Navidae’s forearm. He was fine, and he said as much in their language just to make sure Navidae knew it.

  “Alright, alright. I suppose we’ll do it now,” Navidae answered finally, shaking his head fondly. He gave Khouri a kiss to his cheek that felt apologetic before hooking his chin on his shoulder and addressing Sorin. “Try not to come before I even get inside.”

  “Hey—” “Hold him for a minute,” Navidae cut in, and Khouri let out a muted yelp as he was roughly handed over to Sorin. His thighs stayed spread and open, but without Navidae’s solid chest against his back, he found himself toppling forward against Sorin’s instead. His thick chest hair tickled Khouri, just another bout of stimulation that sent him rocking and bouncing in hopes of returning the pace to what it had been before.

  “Woah.” Sorin snagged Khouri by the hips and sat up, holding him still. “Not so fast, alright? You’ll get it soon enough.”

  “But I want it now,” he whined, hiding his face in Sorin’s neck. Gods, Sorin smelled good. Musky and warm, woodsy like the forests above. “What’s Navi doing?” Ignoring him, clearly. Torturing him.

  Sorin stroked down his back, rewarding him with a few gentle thrusts when Khouri stopped moving. They both sighed and clung to one another tighter for it. “He’s getting more oil,” he said after a moment. Probably looking for himself. The mattress dipped. The silk sheets whispered. Sorin kissed Khouri’s ear and nudged him. “He’s back. Are you ready?”

  Khouri lifted his head to kiss Sorin’s chin, then his lips. His heart was pounding again. A careful hand touched him from behind, running down the curve of his ass. Navidae. That firm, warm chest met his back once more, plastering itself along the line of his spine. Khouri didn’t need to turn to know that the wet flecks of oil teasing his skin were from Navidae slicking himself up.

  It was really happening. It was really, really happening now. Khouri tipped his head forward and hid his face in Sorin’s neck just as Navidae nuzzled his hair with his cheek.

  “We have new rules for this play, pet,” he murmured in Khouri’s ear. “Are you listening?”

  Khouri nodded without moving his face from Sorin’s hair. A pause. “Are you?” he asked next. For Sorin.

  “Yes,” Sorin grunted. “Have you ever done this before?”

  A shrug of his shoulders. Khouri could feel every movement of their bodies like this, all three of them pressed so closely together that there wasn’t an inch between them. “Once or twice,” Navidae said dismissively. “A long time ago. We need more oil than we normally use. If we stop for any reason, we add more.” He ran a hand down Khouri’s side, nibbling the tip of his long ear. “Khouri, if you don’t like it, I want you to tell me, okay? If it hurts too much, you tell me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Milord,” Khouri whispered against Sorin’s neck. The roles comforted him. It was just a game. Just them playing like they always did. Navidae would take care of him. He always did.

  “Good. Lift him up, Sorin.” He did, and Navidae murmured, “Good boy. Now, hold him still. We take this slow. If you move before I say you may, I’ll rip out your throat.”

  A noise built in Sorin’s chest, the makings of a growl.

  Khouri kissed Sorin’s pounding pulse point and begged to any God listening that the two of them could keep from fighting long enough to see this through.

  Khouri froze when the blunt head of Navidae’s cock brushed his inner thigh. It nudged at his already stretched entrance.

  Navidae lingered for a moment against Sorin’s shaft, the heat of him burning Khouri like fire. Navidae locked his fingers around Khouri’s thigh. He pressed, pressed, pushed at the ring of muscle, and for the shortest, briefest moment, Khouri feared it wouldn’t work. That it just wouldn’t fit. He let out a frustrated hiss and then choked when something gave way. The pressure increased. The stretch stung, burned, and Khouri dug his nails into Sorin’s shoulder deep enough to draw blood.

  The worry from before was valid. That became abundan
tly clear almost instantly. Khouri wasn’t loose enough for some- thing like this. The toy wasn’t enough, his fingers alongside it weren’t enough. Not much would have been enough to prepare him for the combined girth of Navidae and Sorin both. Khouri was beyond words. A part of him screamed at himself through the pain to say something, to tell them to stop, wait, hold on—

  Warm lips skimmed along his neck, his ear. Navidae was whispering to him. “Are you alright, pet? Should we stop?”

  “N… No,” Khouri spat, dragging his nails down Sorin’s shoulders. He shook his head furiously. “I can… I can ta-take it.”

  Navidae frowned against his cheek. “Pet, I’m not even two inches in. Perhaps it’s best to—" He tried to slow down and pull back, and Khouri let out a ragged cry before he could talk Khouri out of it. Khouri let go of Sorin to dig his nails into Navidae’s forearms instead, holding them in place as he shook like a leaf in a storm.

  “Just give me a minute,” Khouri hissed, sucking in air frantically. “Don’t… Don’t you even think about stopping me.”

  “Khouri—”

  “He’s still hard,” Sorin interjected, his voice jagged like gravel. He moved a hand between Khouri’s legs and palmed Khouri’s cock, stroking it deftly. Khouri cracked open an eye and moaned weakly, relaxing just a bit. Navidae’s cock rocked forward, an inch deeper than it had been before. “He’s fine, right?” Blue eyes sought out Khouri’s, not stopping until they caught his gaze. “You just need us to go slow.”

  Khouri nodded weakly. He held tight to Navidae’s arms, stroking them to soothe the tension bleeding into him from behind. He felt… so full. So full already. He tipped his head back, resting it on Navidae’s shoulder. With Sorin stroking him and Navidae kissing tenderly at his cheek and lips, he let himself focus on breathing, on turning that pain into pleasure the way he always did when they played rough. He refused to end this before it even had a chance to happen. He could take it. He wanted to be good for them.