by T D Cloud
“Give… more,” Khouri breathed, his voice just a haggard whisper. He parted his lips for Navidae’s tongue, sloppy and weak as far as kisses went but enough to get the point across. Khouri whimpered when Navidae cooed and listened, feeding him a bit more, then a bit more beyond that when instead of more pain came pleasure. Khouri listed heavily against Navidae’s chest, body pliant and weak, and groaned when he felt Navidae’s hip bones meet his ass.
“That’s it,” Navidae whispered hotly, kissing him wetly on the cheek. “You did it. My beautiful, brilliant blackbird. You did it.”
“Fuck,” Sorin wheezed, every breath a challenge. He ran his hands up and down Khouri’s smooth legs, lifting them so Navidae could get a better grip on him. “Khouri, you’re amazing.” “Isn’t he just?” Navidae’s voice was tight, his breath labored. He rubbed his cheek against Khouri’s and pulled an arm free from Khouri’s death grip to brace it on Sorin’s hip. Sorin shifted and Navidae hissed in Khouri’s ear, gritting his teeth. “Don’t move, idiot. He’s not ready for that yet,” he spat, but Khouri barely heard it over the sound of his own broken moan.
Sorin was quick to soothe Khouri, pumping his hand up and down his cock until the discomfort disappeared once more. “You must be made out of iron; I have no idea how you can expect a man to sit still like this.” Sorin’s blue eyes were nearly black with his arousal. His voice was just a guttural drag at this point.
Khouri licked at his wet lips. “Do… Do you feel good?” he croaked, brows furrowed as he braced his knees and gave a careful, cursory shift. “Does it feel good. Inside me?”
Both men groaned in unison. Something like glee fluttered in the pit of Khouri’s stomach. He’d never heard either of them make sounds like that before. They sounded so… overcome. All because of him. Just him.
“You’re so perfect,” Navidae breathed, speaking his words against Khouri’s cheek. “Gods, Khouri, you feel so good.”
The hand on his cock loosened. Khouri’s gaze flickered to Sorin; handsome, overcome Sorin, and he leaned forward a little, leaving Navidae’s arms to fall into Sorin’s instead. “And you,” he asked, shivering horribly, their cocks rubbing and shifting inside him, touching every part of him without needing to move at all. “Do you feel good too?”
“You fucking brat.” Sorin rocked his hips upwards, his chest rising and falling fast and hard. A pained, wry grin quirked Sorin’s lips. He barked out a weak laugh and knotted his hand in the back of Khouri’s hair, kissing him deeply before answering with, “You’re doing this on purpose. You’re trying to kill me.”
There was no point in arguing the opposite. Khouri didn’t have the breath to laugh, but he tried to anyway, cutting himself short when the motions just sank their cocks even deeper. Khouri’s head lolled on his shoulder. He didn’t have the strength to keep it up anymore. Saliva ran down his chin as his jaw went slack
“Navi,” he moaned, trembling and clenching hard. “S… Sorin!”
Sorin let out a muted curse and fell back onto the bed, taking Khouri with him. The change in angle was devastating. Stars burst behind his eyes and he clenched instinctively, both men echoing his cry with sounds of their own. Navidae draped himself over his shoulders, pinning him to Sorin’s chest. He was… Gods, he was mounting him now, getting ready to fuck into him hard, harder than what they were doing now. Khouri spat out in the only language he could focus on, “Do it, do it, I want you to do it. Breed me. Fuck me. Make me come.”
“What did he say?” Sorin asked, sweating and groaning while Khouri writhed in his lap. He bucked upwards, derailing everything for a few moments as Khouri tried to take more and Navidae fought to keep them all under control. He listed forward, his chin hooked over Khouri’s shoulder. Hot, humid breath bathed Khouri’s ear; Navidae was more than winded now. His fingers dug into Khouri’s thighs, leaving dark bruises in their wake from the force of his grip.
“He’s begging,” Navidae grunted, meeting Khouri halfway when he turned back for a kiss. A lewd, hungry grin rose to split his lips. “He’s begging for us to fuck him.”
He nipped at Khouri’s pierced ear, making Khouri twitch and shake. “But he’s not ready for that yet, are you, blackbird? Greedy little pet. Thinks he can get what he wants just like that.” Navidae moved his lips lower and sank his teeth into Khouri’s shoulder, coaxing a broken cry from him. Blood slowly rolled down Khouri’s collarbones. His spine arched forward. Sorin lifted a hand to cup his chest, going for his sensitive spots like a wolf targeting a weak link in the herd.
“Please,” Khouri cried, rocking and writhing and shifting frantically, doing anything and everything in his power to entice them to give it to him the way he wanted it.
“Please what, pet?”
“Stop torturing him already,” Sorin grunted before Khouri could answer, rolling his head on the pillow to glare at Navidae. Stray strands of hair stuck to his sweaty cheeks, the heat coming off him a burning weight all its own.
“Are you advocating for him or yourself?”
Sorin cracked open an eye and glared at Navidae hotly. “As if you’re doing any better,” he snarled, bring a hand up Khouri’s chest to fondle a nipple. Khouri let out a sob and clenched around them as hard as he could. Both men spat out curses and grunts, another notch of control lost just like that.
“Don’t fight, don’t fight, don’t fight.” Khouri wheezed it, sang it, cried it loudly like a mantra, clutching at Navidae’s shoulder and Sorin’s wrist, bending his body in any shape that brought him more pleasure. His cock dripped thick lines, matting the hair on Sorin’s belly. It wouldn’t take much to send him over. Stuffed like this, bursting at the seams as he was, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Sorin shuddered and held tight to Khouri’s hips, dragging Khouri’s hand from his wrist to pin it down beneath his massive palm. “Fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned, elongating the word until it petered out into something unintelligible. “Just… Navi, just fucking do it already.”
Khouri didn’t have much time to appreciate Sorin calling Navidae Navi. He wanted to. He really, really wanted to, but Navidae was laughing now, something breathless and weak, and nodding furiously against Khouri’s neck. “Alright,” he gasped wetly, rocking his hips forward. “I never could say no to you, Khouri,” he added after, speaking it low and in Khouri’s ear so no one else could hear.
Khouri clenched around them insistently, his entire body aching. Aching with want, with need, with the happiness he felt at having them both like this. They were inside him, filling him, pressing against his front and back, stroking his skin and kissing him in turn as they praised him. Khouri whimpered against Sorin’s lips. He mewled against Navidae’s cheek. His cock kept twitching against his stomach. Every inch of him glistened with sweat.
He’d never felt more beautiful.
Sorin let out a ragged groan. “Khouri,” he pressed, his voice low, his intent a burning finger down his spine. “Fuck, fuck.”
“That— That, ngh, is the idea,” Navidae gasped, too far gone to really make it sting. His fingers slipped and scrambled against Khouri’s shiny, sweat-slick skin, his nails digging into his hips hard enough to bruise. Khouri’s head rolled weakly on his shoulder, and Navidae interspersed every breath he took with open mouthed kisses along the length of Khouri’s throat.
Khouri wanted to reply. He wanted to say their names and beg them for more. More than what they’d already given him. More than what they were probably capable of giving. His tongue felt heavy and clumsy, and he brokenly tried to do it all anyway. His cock was so hot and heavy against Sorin’s belly. Nearly there. So close. Gods, he wanted it now. He never wanted it to end.
But it had to end. It had to. Nothing so perfect could last long, and when Sorin came first none of them had the right to feel surprised. Sorin definitely wasn’t embarrassed by it; they were all hanging on by just a thread. His hips thrust upwards, pounding into Khouri as he filled him with his release. But, whil
e it wasn’t so much of a surprise, it still came as a shock to feel it happen. Khouri clenched instinctively. Navidae swore in Drow against his ear when Sorin’s cock slipped out, leaving Khouri with one less cock to clench down on. With that much emptiness to remind him of how stretched he was, how utterly ruined he felt.
“Oh, my God,” Sorin groaned, lifting his hand to Khouri’s dripping cock. He teased it with his fingers. Khouri threw back his head with a pained cry. “Fuck, Khouri. You’re amazing.”
Khouri barely heard the praise. With one less cock inside him, Navidae’s pace only increased. Harder, faster, he braced his knees on the bedspread and shoved Khouri forward until he was laying on Sorin fully. Sorin’s hand was caught between them, cupping Khouri’s shaft in a hot, tight grip. Navidae dug his nails into his hips and fucked into him with brutal efficiency. Forward, back, forward, back. Into Sorin’s hand and back onto Navidae’s thick cock. The wet, hot flood of Sorin’s cum had mixed with the copious amounts of oil from before. Every pump of Navidae’s hips filled the air with sloppy, noisy sounds.
Khouri’s entire body burned with embarrassed need when he realized that no matter how hard he clenched, he couldn’t manage to tighten around Navidae like before.
He was too stretched out. Too fucked out.
It only took the barest ghost of Sorin’s thumb over the head of his cock to get Khouri to come. The world went black when he did, even has he painted his belly white. Khouri pitched forward, all strength lost. Breathing… was impossible. A weight pressed down on him from above, stifling him, burning him with heat that wasn’t his. Pleasure as intense as a sucker punch wracked Khouri’s body. He twitched and maybe even spoke; the hands that reached out to soothe him came from the darkness behind his eyes. He felt… so full. So full and yet so empty. Something hot burned paths down his inner thighs. He winced in discomfort.
“…too much,” a voice in the darkness murmured. Something pleasant combed through Khouri’s hair, brushing it away from his eyes. “Is he really alright?”
Khouri struggled to open his eyes. The warm weight on top of him shifted, something soft brushing his cheek. He parted his lips and tried to turn towards it, but then something sharp pierced his shoulder— “Navi,” he whined weakly, shivers wracking his body as Navidae sank his teeth deeper into his nape. The pleasure from before deepened in a wave, the orgasm drawn out for a moment longer against its will.
He didn’t take another breath until the teeth left his shoulder.
Navidae lapped at the blood and purred in his ear, rolling off him to lay on the bed beside him instead. Khouri blinked tiredly and reached out a shaky hand for him. Navidae met him halfway. He wrapped his fingers through his before bringing them both to his lips for a soft, tender kiss.
“Did you…” Khouri paused, licking at his dry lips. His voice was as weak as a dove’s. “Did you come?”
Navidae nodded with an indulgent smile. “I did, blackbird,” he whispered. “You were perfect as always.”
Khouri startled a little when another set of hands settled on his ass. He lifted his head and gave a tired little whimper.
Sorin’s low voice shushed him though, and when he wrapped his hands around Khouri’s hips, he found it was to tug him higher on his chest so he could kiss him too. Khouri looped his arms around Sorin’s neck and parted his lips for it, letting Sorin take control entirely. His tongue was shy and sleepy. He could barely keep his eyes open long enough to break it.
“That’s it,” Navidae’s voice crooned. Khouri turned his head and let Sorin press kisses to his cheek. “Let him lay down for a bit. Poor thing, he’s exhausted.”
Sorin hummed and carefully tipped Khouri between them. He let them coax him onto the mattress, his head falling on a pillow they all were sharing to some degree. Navidae rolled onto his shoulder, his hair brushing the arm Sorin had tossed over the top of the pillow. A dark arm slipped over Khouri’s waist, but instead of wrapping it around him completely, he let it stay outstretched. His hand settled on Sorin’s ribs in a sprawl too casual to be just that.
In the span of a few heavy blinks, Khouri watched Sorin reach out to hold it. He watched Sorin lace fingers with Navidae, and then he watched Sorin squeeze. Khouri desperately wanted to say something about that. He wanted to tell them how… how much that meant to him. How happy that made him feel. His heart clenched in his chest. Warmth separate from the embrace washed over him. He tried to form the words. He just didn’t have the breath to spare for it.
Sorin’s gaze swept from Khouri to Navidae. Navidae licked at his lips and averted his eyes. Khouri let out a breath, the tension seeping away. It was probably better if they all stayed quiet now.
When Khouri began to shiver, Sorin was the first to shake off the afterglow.
“You look ready to knock out,” he observed, tugging a blanket free to pull over Khouri’s legs.
Khouri nodded. He whined a little until Sorin got the message to pull the blanket up to his nose.
Sorin’s smile tightened a little. He glanced between Khouri and Navidae, and then sat back on his haunches when Navidae wrapped an arm around Khouri and pulled him into his chest. Sorin ran a hand through his hair and then looked towards the door.
The air felt heavy all of a sudden.
When Sorin started looking around the room and floor, Khouri realized what it was making him so reluctant to join them in bed. Before he could say something, before he could force himself to sit up and stop Sorin from getting out of the bed, he felt Navidae shift beside him. A hand emerged from beneath the blankets to grab Sorin’s wrist before he could do more than put his feet to the floor.
Sorin turned. His eyes widened. He probably expected to see Khouri clinging to him. It was clear he wasn’t quite sure what to do or how to feel when he found Navidae of all people clutching his wrist, keeping him from leaving the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Navidae asked with a husky, raspy voice. His wine-red eyes burned through the darkness of the room. Khouri peeked out from beneath the hem of the blanket. He watched silently, knowing Sorin needed to hear this from Navidae, not him.
A pause. “Back to my room,” Sorin said, not fighting the hand that held him in place.
Navidae snorted, blowing a lock of unruly hair from his eyes. “Yeah, no. Get back here.” He tugged pointedly at Sorin’s arm. “Don’t make me say it again.”
“Please?” Khouri whispered when Sorin’s jaw went tight.
He closed his eyes and clutched at the blanket with weak hands. “Sorin. Please stay.”
Sorin… Sorin didn’t seem to know what to say. For a moment, Khouri wasn’t even sure he’d listen. But eventually he sighed and turned towards them, a fond smile on his face that hid something a little raw just beneath it. He let Navidae tug him back into the bed, and he was only released when he settled back down beneath the covers, wrapping his arm around Khouri’s waist.
Khouri relaxed instinctively when his scent rolled over him. Exhaustion tugged at his heavy eyelids. He mumbled something that sounded a bit like Sorin’s name. That sounded a bit like, “Thank you.” “Don’t take this the wrong way,” Navidae whispered over Khouri’s head. “I’m only doing this for Khouri.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Sorin answered. “Maybe someday you’ll believe it.”
Chapter Fifteen
Sleeping in wasn’t a luxury Sorin indulged in often. His schedule usually didn’t allow for such things, and it didn’t bother him horribly when he found himself waking only a few hours after dawn to pack up his things and go on his way. So long as he felt rested, he didn’t mind.
Today, however, he felt nothing of the sort. Whether or not he minded… That had yet to be determined.
It took a minute or so to even figure out what had roused him from his previously deep sleep. The bed was warm, so that wasn’t it. The sheets were soft, the body next to him still. Sorin found it a little hard to open his eyes when he felt so thoroughly comfortable. He rolled onto his
side and tightened his hold on the body laying beside his own. Khouri, by the scent of him. It felt like ages had passed since he last got to hold him properly like this.
And that was Navidae’s fault, wasn’t it? Always bogarting Khouri for himself while they were here. Sorin buried his nose in Khouri’s fragrant hair, breathing deeply. A soft huff sounded somewhere on the other side of Khouri. Low. Masculine.
Strange...
Was that… Navidae?
The events of the night before came rushing back, greeting Sorin like a bad hangover.
“You’re awake?” Sorin mumbled, blinking through the grogginess until he could see Navidae’s face clearly. Well, clear was subjective. Khouri was still sleeping between them, the dark fan of his hair obscuring a decent portion of Sorin’s vision. He slowly levered himself up on an elbow, looking over Khouri until he could see Navidae fully. “What time even is it?”
Navidae’s eyes flicked to Sorin for just a second before going back to staring at Khouri. “I don’t sleep much,” he said softly, the tips of his fingers tracing mindless shapes on Khouri’s bare ribs. “Probably near dawn. We’ve only been in bed for a few hours.”
Just hearing that made Sorin want to groan. “I’m too old for this,” he settled on saying, falling back down to stare at the strange chandelier above the bed. He hadn’t noticed it the night before, but the curtains surrounding the bed were all strung from it. It was beautiful in the way the whole manor was.
Ornate and elaborate but with an attention to detail that made it seem more personal than first impressions would let on.
The corners of his lips curled upwards in a tired smile.
Sounded a lot like someone else he knew.
He glanced Navidae’s way without moving his head. “So, you gonna tell me what’s on your mind?”
Navidae made a noncommittal sound, his breath stirring the soft down of Khouri’s hair. “What makes you think there’s something on my mind?”