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Fashav drifted, not quite awake, his sleepy sigh morphing into a long groan as a wave of pleasure surprised him. His eyes snapped open when pleasure thrummed through him again and his sleep-slow mind realized its source. The wet, perfect suction of a mouth on his cock had him groaning again, mind not yet awake enough to stop himself from thrusting his hips up.
“Fuck the–Sun above–Kotallo,” he moaned in a sleep rough voice, fingers moving to find Kotallo’s braids below the blanket. He couldn’t help the unhappy sound that slipped from his lips as the suction stopped, replaced by gravelly laughter against his hip. Grabbing the edge of the blanket, he flicked it back, looking indignantly down at his lover, curled between his legs. “Why are you laughing?”
“You said fuck the sun,” Kotallo murmured with a grin, his hand wrapping around Fashav’s cock as he spoke, “and I just pictured you in a space suit with your dick out.”
Fashav snorted, fingers lightly tugging at Kotallo’s braids until he pressed a kiss to his hip and slid his spit slicked cock back between his scarred lips. He kept his gaze locked with Kotallo’s as his head bobbed in time to the slow thrusts of his hips. Wet slurping noises joined Fashav’s quiet panting breaths, his eyes squeezing shut a moment before his climax washed over him. A low moan filled the room as his cock pulsed with Kotallo’s mouth, a contented hum vibrating along his cock as Kotallo swallowed his spend.
“You are deliciously good at that,” Fashav murmured breathily, tugging at Kotallo until he slid up beside him on the bed. He brought his lips to Kotallo’s, tangling their tongues in a deep kiss. His hands drifted down Kotallo’s muscled back to tug at his sleep shorts, shoving them off before wrapping a hand around Kotallo’s hard cock. “Move up,” he told Kotallo, pulling at his hips, “I want to taste you now.”
“It’s your birthday, my heart, we’re supposed to spoil you.”
“Then why are you arguing?” Fashav said archly, continuing to tug at Kotallo’s hips as he moved up to straddle his chest.
Kotallo’s gravelly chuckle melted into a quiet groan when Fashav pulled the crown of his cock into his mouth. He moved his lips and tongue in a slow tease, working until he felt a shiver run down Kotallo’s spine. With a smirk, he pulled Kotallo’s hips toward him until his nose pressed against the dark trail of hair low on his stomach and Kotallo leaned forward against the headboard, cursing quietly. Fashav kept his movements slow, reveling in the heavy weight of Kotallo’s cock against his tongue and the stuttered curses his thorough attentions pulled from him.
One hand slid up the firm, tattooed muscles of Kotallo’s torso, the tips of his fingers brushing against Kotallo’s scarred lips. He let out an approving hum as Kotallo slumped forward a little, able to press his cheek to Fashav’s palm. His other hand stayed at Kotallo’s hips, thumb rubbing against the jut of his hipbone and encouraging his slow thrusts. The curses groaned against his palm turned to shaky gasps of air, Kotallo’s warm brown eyes drifting shut as sensation overwhelmed him. With a loud moan, he came, Fashav’s throat working to swallow down the splashes of his pleasure that struck his throat.
He slowly pulled back from Kotallo’s cock, keeping the suction hard enough that the popping sound was noisy when Kotallo’s cock finally slipped from his lips. With a smirk, he crooked his finger at Kotallo when he finally opened his eyes. The lazy, sated look blazed with a flash of heat and Kotallo grinned. Sliding back down to sprawl over Fashav, his tongue dove between Fashav’s lips, moaning and lapping at his spend in his partner’s mouth.
A soft sound had Fashav turning toward the doorway, Kotallo nuzzling his neck as he looked into Nil’s bemused silver gaze. He wore his pink apron, the evident tenting revealing that he most likely wore nothing beneath.
“Here I was coming to tell you breakfast was ready, but it looks like Kotallo’s already been fed,” he teased, hand sliding beneath the fabric to lazily fist his cock beneath the apron.
Fashav grinned, beckoning Nil closer with a crook of his finger. “You could always bring breakfast in here and join us,” he said, tilting his chin up when Nil leaned down to kiss him.
“Unfortunately, my proud prince, breakfast is not easily moved to the bedroom today,” he murmured, turning to kiss Kotallo.
“Well, now I’m curious,” Fashav said with a chuckle, running a hand down Kotallo’s back before they both sat up, “I’m assuming Aloy has already started eating since she didn’t come in here with you?”
Nil chuckled, waving his hands for them to go in front as they headed toward the door. “She’s just finishing setting stuff up.”
Kotallo’s fingers tangled loosely with Fashav’s as they made their way to the kitchen. A shocked noise fell from Fashav’s lips as he exited the hallway and saw the setup of the breakfast bar. Instead of plates and mugs of steaming coffee as he had expected, Aloy lay stretched out on her back. A selection of berries lay carefully on her stomach and what appeared to be chocolate sauce and honey drizzled across her breasts.
“We figured we’d do a light breakfast for you, since you don’t tend to want much to eat in the morning,” Nil said with a mischievous grin as Fashav stared into Aloy’s green gold eyes. He slid past Fashav and Kotallo, plucking a strawberry from Aloy’s stomach and running it through the chocolate sauce dripping down one breast. The soft whimper she made had Fashav sucking in a sharp breath, eyes meeting the molten silver of Nil’s as he turned and put the strawberry to Fashav’s lips.
He sucked in the fruit, tongue curling over Nil’s finger before he drew back. “I find myself quite famished today,” he said with a sharp smile, stepping forward to press a gentle kiss to Aloy’s lips.
“Happy birthday, my love,” she said, grinning up at him.
Drawing his finger through the honey on her skin, he brushed it against her lower lip as he spoke. “Thank you, darling girl.” Leaning down he kissed her again, his tongue slowly lapping at the sticky honey before sliding between her lips. He drew back as she sucked in a sharp breath, glancing down to find Kotallo circling her nipple with a strawberry.
“There’s coffee as well,” Nil said, carrying three mugs out to them, continuing when Fashav looked to Aloy, “she already had a mug. Decided it would be a bit tricky to try and drink with all this.”
Fashav chuckled, plucking another berry from her and running it through the honey. “I can also see why this would be difficult to do in the bedroom.”
“We considered just putting a plastic tablecloth down in there, but then we couldn’t surprise you,” Aloy admitted, smiling when Nil offered her a raspberry.
They continued eating, Nil’s goal seeming to be to try to rile Aloy up enough so she would twitch and dislodge fruit from her stomach. Eventually the berries had been eaten and Fashav grinned down at the chocolate and honey smeared breasts of his partner.
“Let me help with some of this mess, darling.” He leaned down, tongue lapping at the chocolate on her nipple for a moment before pulling more of her breast into his mouth, teeth scraping over sensitive skin.
Aloy’s soft gasp turned into a loud moan, her body arcing to push more of her breast against his lips. Drawing away, he glanced down her body, meeting Kotallo’s heated gaze as he moved his tongue in slow sweeps over her slick cunt. “I believe you’ve been turned into breakfast now,” he said with a rough chuckle, licking at another drip of chocolate.
“I don’t want to be left out,” Nil said, grinning at Fashav as he went around the counter, lifting himself up onto it on Aloy’s other side before slowly drawing his tongue through the honey on her breast.
Aloy’s body writhed on the narrow breakfast bar, the three holding her down as they slowly drove her wild with pleasure. When her whines reached a fevered pitch, muscles trembling beneath them, Fashav pulled away from her breast and cupped her cheek. “Let go, love,” he whispered against her lips, kissing her deeply as he swallowed her wail. His hands ran soothingly down her body, slick with sweat and sticky from the remnants of chocolate and honey. “Gorgeous,” he murmured with a soft and heated smile, brushing his lips over hers before straightening up. He crooked a finger at Kotallo as he drew away from between her legs, a smug smile playing at his lips as he made his way to Fashav.
They kissed as Nil helped Aloy off the breakfast bar, Kotallo’s thumb rubbing slowly circles against his hip while his tongue savored the taste of Aloy’s pleasure on Kotallo’s lips. “I’m guessing you’d like a shower, darling?” Fashav asked, leaning against the solid mass of Kotallo’s frame after they broke from the kiss.
“I’ll help her,” Kotallo murmured, kissing Fashav’s nose before stepping back, “I’ve already had some time with you, my heart. I’m sure Nil would enjoy spoiling you a bit.” He stepped forward, scooping Aloy up in his arm before chuckling. “You are very sticky, dear heart.”
Aloy gave them a lazy wave as Kotallo headed toward the bedroom. “You saw me covered in syrups, why on earth would you ever think I wouldn’t be sticky?”
His reply was too soft to hear and Nil stepped up, wrapping his arms around Fashav’s waist and looking up at him with molten silver eyes. “Do you need to be spoiled then, my prince?”
Rolling his eyes, Fashav pulled Nil closer, running his nose along his jawline. “I suppose I don’t need it if you feel like breakfast was spoiling me enough,” he said teasingly.
“I feel like Aloy was more the star of breakfast,” Nil said, hand slowly sliding forward to cup Fashav’s hard cock. “You’ve already had one pair of talented lips swallow you down this morning. Would you like that again, or something more?” he asked, tugging Fashav’s hand to smooth over his ass.
“I believe that would require leaving the kitchen for–” His words became a laugh as Nil reached into the pocket of his apron and pulled a small bottle of lube out. Fashav’s head rested on Nil’s shoulder as he continued to laugh. “Do you usually keep lube in there, or is this a special occasion?”
“Nothing wrong with being a bit prepared,” Nil teased, rocking his hips against Fashav’s.
Fashav smirked as he squeezed the muscled swell of Nil’s ass, backing him up to lean against the counter. “Then just let me open you up a bit, Starshine, and–” His words died again, this time becoming a groan when Nil tugged his fingers lower, brushing against a plug seated between his ass cheeks. “I feel like I now need to be far more curious about what you’re up to when you say you’re cooking,” he rasped against Nil’s throat, sucking on the sensitive skin below his ear until Nil was panting and rolling his hips against him.
Nil shot him a cheeky grin while Fashav tossed aside the pink apron, brushing his lips against his before drizzling some of the lube onto his fingers and wrapping them around Fashav’s cock. He smoothed the lube over him with firm strokes, kissing him once more before turning around and leaning against the counter.
Leaning over him, Fashav pressed firm kisses and bites across his shoulders, fingers shifting the plug inside Nil with teasing slow motions.
“C’mon,” Nil choked after a few minutes of this, his pale skin flushed, “stop teasing.” He let out a whine when Fashav’s teeth sank into the crook of his neck.
“I thought you were going to spoil me,” he said, leaving a trail of bite marks up Nil’s neck, “what if I want you squirming, begging and desperate for me.”
Another whine, louder this time, slipped from Nil’s lips and he let his head fall forward, rocking his hips back as Fashav continued to tease him. Pleas interspersed his whining until Fashav slid the toy from him and he let out a soft sigh. A shiver made its way up his spine as Fashav ran his thumb slowly around the loosened ring of muscle, the muscle trembling at the sudden emptiness.
Running his nose slowly up Nil’s neck, Fashav let his lips brush against Nil’s ear before he spoke, his voice a low and rasping command. “Beg.”
A desperate noise tore from Nil’s lips, pressing himself back against Fashav’s lips and fingers. “Please,” he moaned, head tilting back to push against Fashav’s cheek, “please fuck me, ‘Shav, use me, wreck me. I’m yours.”
“I know you are, my sweet starlit love.” Fashav’s voice was rough, sucking on the skin below Nil’s ear until he was panting. “Let me hear your need.” He tilted Nil’s chin back toward him, slanting his lips against Nil’s as his other hand gripped his hip.
Their kiss was a messy clash of teeth and tongues, desperation in the snap of Nil’s teeth. “Mine,” Fashav breathed into his ear, a possessive growl in his tone as he fitted his cock against the fluttering muscles of Nil’s hole. With a sharp thrust he buried himself in his lover, the broken moan pouring from Nil’s lips honey-sweet in his ears.
“Always…yours,” Nil gasped, barely able to draw in breath before it was slammed out of him with the punishing pace Fashav set. He held onto the counter, head tilted back by the warm hand wrapped around his throat.
Fashav’s teeth nipped and scraped over his pale skin, leaving a combination of pale red scrapes and darker marks that would cover his neck and shoulders in bruises later. He was always glad that Nil healed quickly from bruises, since he was as much a fan of being bitten as his three partners were of sinking their teeth into him.
His hips slapped into Nil’s ass, the sound audible even over the sharp panted gasps that Nil was making in between stuttered pleas and curses. “Fuck,” Fashav moaned, fingers tightening around Nil’s hip and shifting them slightly so that every thrust pushed against his prostrate, “I love you like this, the sounds you make when I’m fucking you; barely able to draw breath.” He tilted Nil’s chin up further, pressing his lips against Nil’s jaw. Their panted breaths rolled over each other and he could tell Nil was getting close when his breath began to hitch, softer sounds puffing beside his ear than the gasping that there had been before.
“Come for me, Starshine,” he groaned against his jaw, one hand dropping from Nil’s hip to his cock, precome slicking his movements as he moved his fist in time with his thrusts. A few more sharp thrusts and Nil let out his name in a choked groan, eyes squeezed shut as his cock pulsed in Fashav’s hand. Nil’s muscles clamping around his cock drew him to his own climax, grinding his hips forward as he came deep inside him.
Their breaths were loud and harsh in the quiet of the kitchen, Fashav laying soft kisses over the plethora of marks he had left across Nil. He raised his spend covered hand, licking the taste of Nil’s pleasure from his fingers. “I love you,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Nil’s cheek.
Nil let out a long, sated hum, turning his upper body enough to bring their lips together in a deep kiss. “I love you back. Happy birthday, ‘Shav.”
“Let me clean you up and then go rest on the couch, I’ll clean up in here and put this–” he tapped the plug, “away since I don’t want it left in the kitchen.”
“We were a bit too busy to put it away as soon as I was done with it, my grumbly prince,” Nil said teasingly, a soft sound spilling from his lips as Fashav slid out of him. He continued to lean against the counter as Fashav cleaned him with a soft towel, wiping up his spend from the side of the cabinet before turning him around.
With a smile at Nil’s lazy and sated expression, Fashav tugged him forward, wrapping his arms around him and resting his cheek against Nil’s disarrayed dark hair. Nil curled contentedly against him, their bodies warm and relaxed.
“To the couch with you,” Fashav murmured after a minute, kissing Nil’s temple before unwinding his arms from around him. He chuckled as Nil wandered to the couch, grumbling under his breath. “I’m putting this way and then I’ll be right back.”
He returned quickly after he finished tidying, raising an eyebrow as he found Nil sprawled out where he typically sat. A silver eye cracked open, a grin curling Nil’s lips as he patted the spot between his legs. With a soft huff, Fashav sat, pale arms immediately pulling him back to rest against Nil’s chest.
Letting his head drop back against Nil’s shoulder he let out a hum when Nil took his hand and began to slowly massage, working from fingertips up to his shoulder before shifting to his other arm.
“This is nice,” he murmured, voice drowsy.
“I know,” Nil said with a quiet chuckle, kissing Fashav’s ear, “I’m spoiling you, it’s supposed to be nice.” He moved to Fashav’s shoulders, shifting him to sit forward a bit as long fingers worked slowly down his back.
Fashav hummed again as Nil drew him back against his chest, curling his limbs around him. “Very nice, indeed.”
“Happy birthday, my spoiled prince,” Nil teased softly, pulling the tie from Fashav’s hair and scraping his fingers gently over his scalp. Nil continued the motion, each slow drag through his hair relaxing him, enough so that he missed hearing footsteps enter the room.
“Did you put him to sleep, sweetheart?” Kotallo asked in a quiet, bemused tone.
Nil’s answering chuckle shook him gently. “Well, it is his birthday, which means–”
“That I am awake and simply enjoying being spoiled,” Fashav interrupted, cracking open a hazel eye to look up at Kotallo’s grin. He shifted to sit up, gaze traveling down to take in the tattoos covering his partner, familiar crisp lines of ink decorating his body. His eyes stopped at the blue silk encasing Kotallo’s hard cock, the fabric beautifully accentuating the thick length of him.
Kotallo held out his hand and Fashav wrapped his fingers around it, watching the flex of Kotallo’s bicep as he pulled him up. His lips met Fashav’s in deep and slow kiss, body warm against his.
At the brush of silk and lace against his side, Fashav drew back, turning his gaze down to find Aloy in the bronze silk and lace robe next to him. Her greenshine eyes were lined in dark brown, making her eyes pop, and a dark coral shade was on her smiling lips. “Very nice, both of you,” he said softly, sliding one edge of the robe off her shoulder. The golden lace beneath it made his smile heat, turning to press his back against Kotallo’s chest as he cupped Aloy’s cheeks and leaned down for a thorough kiss.
“Now I feel underdressed,” Nil joked, standing and stretching as he watched the three of them. At Fashav’s chuckle and slow pan down to look at himself Nil shrugged. “It’s your birthday, sweet prince, you don’t need any clothes. Besides, we all know by now you like us looking pretty for you.”
Fashav hummed, Kotallo’s arm warm around his waist as he stretched out a hand to brush Nil’s hair back from his forehead. “I do enjoy you all dressed up, but I also thoroughly enjoy you in nothing at all. You don’t have to put anything on for me, Starshine.”
“I know,” Nil said, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm, “but I want to.” With a wink, he pressed a kiss to Aloy’s bare shoulder before leaving the three.
“You two are stunning,” Fashav murmured, wrapping an arm around Aloy’s waist before turning and tilting Kotallo’s chin up to claim his lips. He smiled against his partner’s scarred lips as Aloy pressed against his side, standing on her toes to kiss their shoulders and chests. “Time to unwrap my gift, I think.” His fingers went to the ties of her robe, his smile sharpening as the soft fabric fluttered to the ground. “I do like this one,” he said, voice rough as he ran the tip of one finger along the lace lingerie wrapping her torso.
“That would be why I’m wearing it,” she said in a breathy, teasing voice, eyes fluttering shut as Kotallo’s finger circled her lace covered nipple. Her breath hitched when Fashav’s finger traced a lower band of lace, continuing down when he reached her belly button. A softly exhaled, “yes,” fell from her lips as his fingers drifted down along the two thin bands of lace that ran between her legs, brushing gently between her arousal-slick folds.
Fashav pushed his fingers deeper into her, curling them and watching her lips fall open. He smiled at the whimper that fell from her lips as he withdrew his fingers, licking the sweet taste of her from his fingers. Glancing behind him when he heard Kotallo shifting, he met his lover’s heated honey gold stare, focused on his now clean fingers. “I have an idea that I think will suit all of us quite well,” he said with a grin, brushing his lips against Kotallo’s before pulling Aloy with him back to the couch. He brushed his lips a final time over Aloy’s cheeks before he sat, tugging her down into his lap. He spread his legs wide before pulling her legs outside his own, baring her to Kotallo’s hungry gaze. “Well sweetness,” he said with a heated grin, “you look famished and our darling girl looks in need of more of your attention.”
Kotallo’s grin was sharp as he dropped to his knees, running his hand slowly up their pressed together legs before brushing his thumb gently over Aloy’s folds.
At her soft sound Fashav’s hand cupped Kotallo’s chin. “Stop before she shatters, my love.” He leaned back, pulling the grumbling Aloy back against his chest as Kotallo’s face dove between her thighs.
“Why–hnnnng…why can’t I come?” she gasped, rolling her hips against Kotallo’s tongue.
“You will, darling, just not yet,” Fashav murmured, fingers teasing her peaked nipples as Kotallo pressed closer to her sensitive flesh.
“If you want one of us not satisfied then why couldn’t I tease Kotallo without letting him come,” she grumbled, yelping as Kotallo nipped the inside of her thigh.
“Rude,” he teased, his warm brown gaze heated as he looked at Fashav and returned to teasing their lover.
“Because he does not enjoy being left at the edge of climax, not like you and Nil. So unless he is in quite a bit of trouble, rare for him,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles against Kotallo’s cheek, “he doesn’t get stopped and held on the knife’s edge.”
Aloy gasped softly, curling her hips against Kotallo’s lips, before replying. “And I like it?”
“Mmm,” Fashav hummed, teeth scraping against her pale neck, “maybe not enjoy, but do you truly not like the force of your climax when we finally let you finish? You’re gorgeous when you plead, beg, and shake for us, and even more so when you shatter. Besides, how often do we stop at a single orgasm for you if you’ve been left close for any length of time? Do you want to argue, or let Kotallo’s talented lips and wicked tongue take you to the very edge of ecstasy before he draws back, knowing I will have you scream for me, my darling?”
A shudder ran slowly down her spine, her shoulders pressing back into his chest while she brought a shaky hand to his cheek. “Scream for you, loves,” she gasped, her brows furrowing as she pressed against him and continued to roll her hips against Kotallo’s mouth. A shaking, need-filled whine fell from her lips when Kotallo drew back from her, her body slumping back against Fashav. Their lips drifted over her pale skin, Fashav feeling the gentle shivers that ran up and down her body as they teased her.
Kotallo leaned up, whispering softly in her ear before drawing back and grinning as she nodded. As Fashav opened his mouth to question them she arched her back up, drawing her hips off of his lap. Kotallo’s hand drew his partially hard cock from where it had lain nestled against the soft swell of her ass before she sat back down. With a wink at him, Kotallo dropped his head back down, lips and tongue teasing him now as well as Aloy.
A quiet groan tore from deep in Fashav’s throat when Kotallo’s lips closed over the tip of his cock and sucked as Aloy ground against him, slick arousal coating the hardening length of him. “And here I was just telling our darling girl that you’re good and now you’re teasing me,” he told Kotallo, his thumb tracing his scarred lower lip when he drew back.
“But my heart,” Kotallo protested, pressing a kiss to Fashav’s thumb, “you and I both know if I focus entirely on her that she’ll be screaming for us in no time. I’m simply keeping her on the edge while making sure you enjoy yourself as well.” His innocent tone was at odds with his teasing smile, shifting up to press a quick kiss to Fashav’s lips before ducking his head and focusing his attentions back on Aloy.
Fashav’s breath left in a soft huff of a laugh, his fingers teasing Aloy’s breasts until he could feel the shake in her muscles start to grow stronger. He reached down and tapped Kotallo’s cheek, nuzzling Aloy’s hair as she slumped back against him and let out an unhappy groan when Kotallo drew away.
The golden flecks of Kotallo’s sepia eyes were almost hidden in his lust blown pupils, and he grinned as Fashav slid his thumb away from his cheek. Wiping at the slick sheen of Aloy’s arousal on his chin, Fashav moved his thumb up to his scarred lips, a low hum vibrating his chest when Kotallo drew his thumb into his mouth, teeth scraping along his skin as he pulled his head back. Footsteps sounded softly in the hallway and Kotallo’s gaze darted away, his eyes widening and lips parting in a soft exhale.
Turning to see the cause of Kotallo’s distraction, Fashav froze as his gaze landed on Nil. “Up, my darling girl,” he murmured in Aloy’s ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek before Kotallo pulled her against him and stood back. Fashav rose and turned in a single motion, gaze traveling slowly over his starry-eyed partner.
Nil’s eyes were lined in heavy kohl, the pale star silver color made even more arresting against the dark makeup, and his lips were tinted darker than normal. His cock stood erect, wrapped in crimson lace that matched the delicate lace collar of the same color. With a curl of his lips, he held out his hand, a possessive beat thrumming through Fashav at the sight of the thin gold chain connecting to the collar.
“Starshine,” Fashav murmured, fingers plucking the delicate chain Nil offered him before cupping his cheeks, “you are absolutely exquisite.” He brought his lips to Nil’s, the soft kiss deepening after a moment until Nil was pressed against him, both drawing in gasping breaths. “You’ve given me quite the dilemma, my love…” Fashav’s words trailed off, tugging softly on the chain and smiling when Nil tilted his head back, baring his lace wrapped throat for soft kisses. “I want to sink into you and have you shatter at my hands, but I also want to be able to watch as you shatter, and I know that you will distract me quite thoroughly if I am the one fucking you.”
Nil hummed as the soft kisses turned to sucking bites traveling over the laceless portion of his neck.
Fashav’s lips returned to Nil’s, kissing him slow and deep with one hand cupping his cheek while his other stretched back toward Aloy and Kotallo. A hum passed from his lips to Nil’s when he felt Kotallo’s broad chest press against his back, a soft kiss brushing against his shoulder. Aloy’s warmth pressed against his side, and he wrapped his arm around her, only drawing back from the kiss when his lungs were screaming for air. “The three of you are certainly spoiling me today.”
“Considering you’re usually the one spoiling all of us we thought it necessary to spoil you, too,” Aloy said with a smile, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his jaw, “now lean down so I can actually kiss you, please. The three of you are unnecessarily tall.”
With a grin, Fashav tugged her up into his arms, pressing her between himself and Nil. “Here, tall enough now?”
Aloy snorted, pressing her lips to his and moaning softly as Nil peppered her shoulders with soft kisses. “Indeed,” she murmured against his lips, fingers sliding through his loose hair as she rubbed her nose against his.
“And have you decided what to do about the apparent dilemma I present?” Nil asked, lips still brushing teasingly against the nape of Aloy’s neck as he turned his molten silver gaze to Fashav.
Fashav smiled, fingers combing through his dark, unruly waves. “I have, Starshine.” He turned his head, pressing his lips lightly to Kotallo’s. “Will you make him shatter? I find I want to watch him come apart.”
“Of course, my heart,” Kotallo said, his voice low and gravelly as he grinned at Fashav.
Aloy wriggled in his arms and his hazel eyes focused on her. “And you, my darling girl,” he said, tilting her chin up to look into her green eyes, blown dark with desire, “are going to sit on my lap and keep my cock nice and hard and warm in your sweet cunt while we watch them fuck.”
A shiver ran down her spine at his words, even as she whined softly. “You can’t expect me to sit still watching them, especially with your dick in me,” she grumbled, frowning when he smiled and pressed a kiss to the downturned corner of her mouth.
“I absolutely do,” he replied, voice low and commanding, “because when they are done I intend to thoroughly enjoy you and you will come on my cock and my fingers until you can no longer remember your own name.”
“And will I remember yours?” she asked teasingly, her voice already breathy.
Fashav nipped at her lower lip, pulling it back with his teeth in a soft tug before grinning sharply. “Considering you will be screaming it as you come again and again you will certainly not forget it.” He leaned around, kissing Nil slowly as Kotallo brought his lips to Aloy’s.
Returning to the couch, he sat, patting his leg as he looked expectantly at Aloy. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, eyes squeezing shut as she sank slowly onto him, enveloping him in her tight, wet heat. “Remember now, no wriggling, darling,” he murmured, drawing her back to press against his chest before crooking his finger toward where Nil and Kotallo stood, Kotallo’s fingers gliding slowly down Nil’s side.
When they came toward them, he placed Nil’s hands on the back of the couch on either side of his shoulders, leaving him stretched out over himself and Aloy. He wrapped the golden chain loosely around his fingers, giving a gentle tug to bring Nil’s head down for a kiss. Swallowing Nil’s moan as Kotallo slid the lingerie down his legs, he pinched Aloy’s side when she shifted in his lap, already unable to remain still.
Withdrawing from the kiss, he nodded when he met Kotallo’s lust blown gaze, his attention split between watching his and Nil’s faces as Kotallo slowly pushed into him.
The punched out sound that left Nil’s lips made a spike of lust thrum through him, one hand holding Aloy firmly against him as his second cupped Nil’s cheek. His lips were parted, breath puffing out with every thrust of Kotallo behind him, star pale eyes locked with Fashav’s. He let his fingers trail softly down Nil’s jaw, feeling his throat bob against his fingers when they traced the collar.
“You are gorgeous when you’re being wrecked,” Fashav murmured, his own need rising in him as he continued to watch Kotallo slam into Nil, each thrust forceful enough to shake him.
Nil’s lips quirked up in a lopsided smile, too breathless to reply even as he kept his gaze fixed with Fashav’s. Fashav watched the focus slide from Nil’s eyes, need and pleasure glazing them as they became heavy lidded. He gave another soft tug of the chain, Nil’s chin moving toward Fashav to press their lips together. Fashav’s tongue darted out, tasting Nil’s desperation in their messy kiss, Nil too winded to seal their lips together.
Sitting back, Fashav kept his gaze on Nil and Kotallo, pressing his cheek to Aloy’s hair. “Look at them, darling girl, they are gorgeous in their needy abandon.”
She whined as she turned her attention to them as well, his fingers digging into her hip as she tried to rock her hips against his.
He brought up one slender hand, teeth nipping sharply at the pulsepoint of her wrist. “Sit still, and be a good girl, and I promise you, darling, you will have your fill of pleasure.” He could still feel her muscles trembling against him, the need to move warring with his demand for stillness. “Doing so well for me,” he whispered, turning his head and bringing their lips together in an all consuming kiss as the pants and grunts of their lovers’ filled the room.
“Oh fuck,” Nil moaned, pressing his cheek into Fashav’s palm, “close.”
Fashav leaned forward, his kiss a brief brush of lips. “Hold out for me a little longer, Starshine, let him take you to the very edge of ecstasy before you fall.” Nil’s cheek pressed against his, needy whimpers falling from his lips with each gasping breath. Looking past Nil, Fashav met Kotallo’s lust glazed eyes, sweat shining on his tattooed skin with his hand dug into Nil’s hip for purchase as he slammed into him.
“Please,” Nil sobbed, trembles growing as Kotallo continued his measured pace, deep thrusts rocking Nil forward.
“On your knees, darling girl,” Fashav said softly into Aloy’s ear, “and swallow him down. And your hands had better stay off of yourself.” The last part of his instruction drew grumbles from her, but she slid onto the floor, pulling a quiet groan from his lips as his hard cock slid free from her.
Nil moaned loudly against Fashav’s ear and he saw Aloy kneeling in front of him, Nil’s hard and aching cock disappearing between her lips. “Come for us, beautiful Starshine,” Fashav said, cupping Nil’s cheeks in his hands, “we have you.”
Nil’s face pressed against Fashav’s hands, his own arms leaving the back of the couch to wrap around Fashav’s shoulders. His cry was loud, brow furrowing to a look of painful ecstasy as he came, blunt nails digging into Fashav’s back.
Fashav’s eyes moved between his partners, releasing Nil for Kotallo to drag him back and hold him tightly against his chest, breath gasping as he ground his hips into Nil and came with a long groan. He tugged Aloy back, feeling her arms shift forward to continue stroking Nil’s pulsing cock as ropes of his spend struck her throat and chest.
Kotallo nuzzled Nil’s neck, sharply gasping breaths rolling over Nil’s flushed skin. Cracking open his eyes, he turned sated golden brown eyes to Fashav, smiling blearily as Fashav crooked a finger. Pressing a final kiss to Nil’s neck he helped him lean back over the couch, Fashav’s arms wrapping around his shoulders.
Pressing a soft kiss to Nil’s lips, he then let his lips drift over Nil’s jaw, tongue moving to taste his lover’s sweat slicked skin with a contented hum. He felt Nil’s trembling muscles as Kotallo stepped back, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades before moving to grab a cloth and clean Nil.
Fashav crooked his finger at Kotallo again, tilting his head for a slow meeting of lips and tongue. His fingers ran through Aloy’s hair as he drew back, gaze heating as he looked at the spend dripping slowly down her chest. With a sharp smile he pulled her into his lap as Nil straightened.
“This is apparently the day for the three of you to have your mouths on my breasts,” she teased, sighing while Fashav cleaned her with lazy swipes of her tongue.
“Pretty sure that’s any day that ends in D A and Y,” Nil said, his teasing tone sleepy and content.
Aloy continued to make soft and shaky noises as his tongue moved over her, teasing her nipples to hardened peaks before drawing back.
Kotallo and Nil had slumped onto the large bucket chair, a find that surprisingly fit all of them, if snugly. They watched Fashav and Aloy, matching expressions of sated interest on their faces.
“Please,” Aloy moaned, fingers tightening in Fashav’s loose hair as she pressed herself closer to him.
Fashav drew back from her, looking up into her lust glazed eyes. He cupped her cheeks in his palms, brushing his lips feather soft against hers. “You’ve been so good for me, my darling girl. Time to take care of you now.” His words whispered against her hair, one hand sliding down to slip fingers between her soaked folds. High pitched noises slid from her mouth as he circled the bud of her clit with his thumb, fingers moving to pull her swiftly toward her climax. “So beautifully needy for me,” he murmured, fingers pumping into her as she trembled on his lap, “you’re already soaking wet and we’ve just begun.”
It took almost no time before her head fell back, his name escaping her lips as a drawn out gasp. Her inner muscles clenched around him and he felt the slickness of her arousal run down his fingers, dripping onto his leg while he pressed kisses to her cheeks and tightly shut eyes.
“Hands and knees facing them now, darling,” he said when her moans had lessened, tension in her body loosening. He watched as she slid to the ground, licking her arousal from his hand. A moan slipped unbidden from his lips at the sight of her, back arched and desire-slicked cunt on show for him. His hands grabbed the swell of her ass, squeezing until she moaned and pressed back against him. Leaning forward he ran his tongue up her spine, tasting the desperation that still clung to her. “Time to put on a show for them, love. Watch how the stare at you, hungry for you even after they’ve satisfied each other,” Fashav said in a low voice, his hips rocking to rub his cock slowly against her clit and coat his aching cock in her slickness.
“Pretty sure they’re watching you as much as me,” Aloy said, her voice roughened by lust. The needy moan that tore from her lips as he slowly thrust into her made him long to pound roughly into her and he fought to draw back for now and focus on her.
His hips slapped forward into her, one hand tangling in the long sunset-toned tresses of hair while his other slid beneath her to circle her clit. Curses joined the moans falling from her lips as he drew her closer to another orgasm, his gaze moving from the perfect arch of her back each time he pushed into her to the hungry silver and gold eyes watching them.
“‘Shav,” Aloy gasped, her body trembling as she neared another climax, pushing back against him to drive each of his thrusts deep within her.
“Time to show them how utterly perfect you are as you shatter,” he said in a rasping voice, arm slipping beneath her to pull her up against his chest.
Loud curses fell from her lips at the change in angle, his teeth grazing her neck as he pounded into her.
“Fuck,” she said in a breathy gasp, a flush filling her body, “don’t stop, so close.”
“Come again, I’m not stopping,” he panted into her ear, finger flicking her sensitive clit.
She screamed his name this time, back arching to press the soft curves of her ass back into him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he bared his teeth as he fought back his own orgasm, finger firmly circling her clit to extend her pleasure.
Her cries turned to soft and shaking moans, her body torn between pressing more firmly against him and trying to escape the stimulation he was providing.
“Too much,” she said, body quaking against him.
“Darling,” he reminded her, hand at her throat to tilt her face away and bare her neck to him, “I don’t think we’re anywhere near finished.” He left a trail of bite marks up her neck, fighting himself to keep the bites gentler than he would with his other partners. “But perhaps a change would help you.” He pulled out of her, holding her as her body sagged against him at the sudden lack of stimulation.
Turning her around, he laid her on the ground, tugging her legs over his shoulders before slamming his cock back within her. Her eyes shot open, mouth forming an ‘O’ as he leaned forward, bending her not quite in half as he thrust into her at a swift pace. His name fell from her lips in a chanting and reverential prayer, each repetition tightening the pleasure coiling low and hot in his gut.
“That’s it, darling girl,” he said, one hand tangling in her hair as his other smoothed across her sweat slick skin, “shatter for me one more time now that my name is all you can remember.”
She shook her head, body trembling and twitching beneath him as he pulled them both closer to their completion. Her breath hitched with each thrust, eyes open wide but unseeing, her fingers pulling at her own hair.
His fingers slid between her own, her own clamping around his as he let his head drop forward. Harsh breaths fell against her flushed skin, his own pleasure held back by sheer determination, refusing to allow himself his end before he had made her scream a final time. His name tore from her lips as a rough and raw curse, her body clamping around him as her muscles seized.
Curses mixed with her name as he allowed his pleasure to finally tear through him, electric sharp ecstasy burning through his nerves. He continued to rock his hips against hers as he pulsed deep within her, her slick walls milking his cock. Nuzzling her neck, he moved his pleasure-slowed limbs, releasing her legs to rest limply against the floor. He shifted enough to put his weight on his forearms and not on Aloy, both of them drawing in shuddering breaths.
“Satisfactory amount of orgasms, darling?” he softly teased, smoothing strands of hair away from her sweat damp forehead.
Aloy’s chuckle was slow and sleepy, one greenshine eye cracking open to look back at him. “Always,” she murmured, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek, “happy birthday, ‘Shav.”
“Thank you,” he replied, leaning down for a slow and sweet kiss. Glancing up toward Kotallo and Nil, he smirked at the hungry look in Nil’s molten silver gaze. “Hmm, I think you might not be finished quite yet after all.”
Nil slid from Kotallo’s lap as Fashav sat up, kneeling beside them and sealing his lips to Fashav’s for a messy kiss. He shivered when Fashav’s lips pressed kisses down the column of his throat, dark marks standing out against his pale skin.
A soft noise slipped from Aloy’s lips when he drew away, her eyes remaining closed. He stood and made his way to the chair, sinking gratefully into it beside Kotallo as Nil brushed his lips slowly down Aloy’s torso.
Kotallo’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to his cheek. They watched Nil shift down between Aloy’s thighs, winking up at them before his mouth lowered to her.
“Fuck,” Aloy shouted, eyes opening wide as Nil devoured her, hands tilting her hips up to draw her closer to his lips. The tendons in her neck stood out as she threw back her head, a litany of curses joining the wet sounds Nil made.
“They’re fucking gorgeous,” Kotallo said appreciatively against Fashav’s cheek, their attention wholly on the pair before them.
“You all are, sweetness,” Fashav said, pressing back against the warmth of Kotallo’s chest, “I count myself a lucky man.”
“And we are as lucky as you,” Kotallo murmured, kissing him softly.
Aloy’s cries rose in pitch, body shaking as Nil dragged her toward another climax. With a broken wail, she arched off the ground, pleasure quickly becoming too much. Her thighs tightened around Nil’s head as her own fell back, giving Fashav and Kotallo a clear view of the agonized ecstasy on her features. After another moment her cry faded to silence, one hand jerkily tapping the top of Nil’s head.
Nil stopped immediately, his arms quickly wrapping around her as she went boneless, helping her to stretch out on the floor. Pull in in deep gasps, he swiped at his chin, shifting up to press soft kisses to Aloy’s cheek. “You still with us, gorgeous?”
“‘m good,” she panted, voice barely audible, “can’t feel…most of me, but ‘m good.”
With a chuckle Nil draped her arms around his shoulders, continuing to softly kiss her cheeks and lips. “Think you can hold on long enough for me to get us upright?”
Cracking open one eye she shrugged, before sliding closed as if it was too much effort to keep it open. “Probably…”
Nil sat up slowly, pulling Aloy with him. Shifting, he wrapped his arms around her before taking the few steps to where Fashav and Kotallo sat.
Fashav smiled and held his arms out, taking Aloy from Nil and tucking her wrung out body against his. He gently stroked her back and watched as Nil curled up beside Kotallo, a contented sigh leaving his lips when Kotallo pressed soft kisses to his hair.
“It’s not fair,” Aloy grumbled, her voice exhausted.
Glancing at Nil and Kotallo and finding answering confusion in both their gazes he turned to look down at the slender redhead in his arms. “What isn’t?”
“Nil can wear dark eye makeup, it smudges and he looks edgy and sexy. If I have makeup that dark and it smudges I look like some kind of raccoon,” she mumbled, yawns interspersing her words.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous, we’d all still fuck you, sexy raccoon makeup or not,” Nil said teasingly as Fashav and Kotallo quietly laughed at her words.
Fashav shook his head, grinning at her wordless grumbles and gently kissing her hair.
Reaching out, Kotallo ran his fingers through Fashav’s hair, brushing it softly back from his face. “Anything else you need right now, my heart?”
Fashav’s smile was warm as he shook his head, gaze tired and content as he looked at his partners. “I have been thoroughly spoiled and find myself quite content to remain curled up here and rest.”
“You probably need a nap, after all it is–” Kotallo’s hand clamped over Nil’s mouth before he could finish speaking.
Fashav arched an eyebrow at Nil, not taken in by the innocent looking silver eyes staring back at him. “If the next words out of your mouth are to remind me that it’s my birthday, which makes me even more old than the rest of you, I am returning to the bedroom and not coming back out until I find a number of things that will make you regret your words.”
Kotallo drew his hand away with a grumble, wiping his palm against Nil’s hair and rolling his eyes as Nil drew his tongue back between his lips.
Nil’s lips parted to speak when Aloy put a finger over them. “And is that what you want to do right now?” she asked sleepily, removing her finger as Nil closed his lips and pressed them to her in a quick kiss.
Thinking for just a minute, Fashav shook his head. “I am truly content here right now.”
“Then here’s where we stay,” Nil said, mischief fading from his gaze. He stood, pressing a quick kiss to Fashav’s lips before grabbing the large throw blanket from the couch. Sitting back against Kotallo, he helped spread it out over them, chuckling at the contented sleepy sound Aloy made.
“I love you all,” Fashav said quietly, looking at his partners, “very much.” Answering words of love fell quickly from Nil and Kotallo, the sound of soft snores from his lap making the three of them smile fondly at each other before closing their own eyes.