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“I still can’t believe he built me a fortress,” complains Jin-Woo, staring up at the white building with Igris by his side. “Even Bellion got in on it with that flag...”
“It is a bit excessive,” Igris agrees politely.
“More than a bit. What am I supposed to do with all this space? Beru knows I grew up in a small apartment. I have no idea what to do with a fortress,” says Jin-Woo.
“He built it, he can decorate it?” suggests Igris.
“That—could work. Presumably, he had a plan in mind when he was building all those rooms. I don’t want all his hard work to go to waste. Think there’s enough room in there for everyone in the army?”
“I do believe so, my liege,” says Igris, dryly, eyeing the multi-story structure. “Were you thinking of turning this into a base of operations?”
“Eh, more like somewhere to hang out,” says Jin-Woo. “I wonder if we could get internet service out here? Though, Beru really doesn’t need any more access to Historical Dramas….”
“As you say, my liege.”
Jin-Woo eyes him suspiciously. The tone was even, but he would swear that Igris was silently laughing at him.
“Beru.” In less than a minute, Beru was kneeling in front of him. Jin-Woo winces at his drooped wings, feeling a pang of guilt.
“Yes, my liege?” asks Beru, softly.
Jin-Woo swallows thickly, feeling his throat tighten with emotion. He truly hadn’t meant to upset Beru this much. “Perhaps you could...give us a tour? Of the fortress?”
Beru looks up hopefully. “My liege?”
Jin-Woo averts his eyes. “It’s a bit much….but you did make it for me. I’m not ungrateful.”
Beru’s wings perk up. “I will happily show you around, my liege.”
Jin-Woo links his arms with both of them as they head towards the castle, holding back a shiver as they press in close, the heat of their mana making his skin warm. He hasn’t had time to have a full discussion with Igris yet, with everything happening so fast. But he resolves to have that conversation today, biting his lip as his imagination tries to get ahead of him, thinking about what could happen after said conversation.
Instead, he focuses on Beru’s explanation as they enter the building. There’s an entryway that branches off to a throne room. An armory. A ballroom. A truly gigantic kitchen and dining hall.
Jin-Woo stares at all the counters, the giant fridge, and two ovens. “How many people do you think I’ll need to feed? And where did you even the get the appliances?”
“We found the materials to make them in the shadow realm, my liege,” says Beru.
Jin-Woo opens and closes his mouth, at a loss for words. “….I think I need to visit this shadow realm, at some point. I still have a lot to learn about what being the Shadow Monarch means. For now, let’s continue the tour?”
“Yes, my liege.”
Beru leads him to an open, tower like room next. It was three stories high, with balconies on the second and third floors, looking down to the first floor. Filled with empty bookshelves, it was the start of a new library.
“We didn’t have any books to put on the shelves, but all the castles on tv had their own libraries.”
“It...would be cool to have my own library,” admits Jin-Woo. “Though it’ll take me years to fill all these shelves. You really went all out.”
“I want only the best for you, my king.”
“I know,” Jin-Woo sighs. Now he really feels bad for yelling earlier. He gets closer to Beru and hugs him, tension easing as Beru wraps his arms around him. “I didn’t mean to get mad earlier. It was just really unexpected.”
Beru’s wings flutter, happiness radiating off of him. They stay like that for a minute before Jin-Woo gently pulls away, going over to check on Igris.
“You’ve been quiet for a while. Do you like the library?”
“I do. I believe it’s important for a King and his officers to be well-educated,” says Igris, a quiet satisfaction in his energy as he looks out at their future library. “I was something of a scholar when I was alive. It would be enjoyable to continue my studies.”
“Then you can help me pick out books for the library,” says Jin-Woo, leaning his head against Igris’s chest, letting out a quiet sigh as Igris softly runs his fingers through his hair. He lets more of his weight rest against Igris, basking in the attention.
“I would be honored,” says Igris.
Beru gives them a minute before interrupting. “My liege, may I show you the King’s suite next?”
Jin-Woo blinks. “King’s suite?”
“Yes, my liege. It is the suite of rooms specifically made for you. I hope you will find them comfortable.”
Jin-Woo side-eyes him. He’s sure he’ll be able to call whatever Beru made elaborate, but comfortable is another matter. Still, he’ll try not to be judgmental before he’s even seen the rooms for himself.
“Alright. Show me what you made.”
Beru leads them up several flights of stairs. Somehow, Jin-Woo isn’t surprised that the ‘King’s Suite’ is on the top floor. That seems like the kind of elaborate thing Beru would do.
The first room they enter is some kind of lounge area. Couches, chairs, a coffee table, a few bookshelves along the wall, and a fireplace. With neatly stacked logs beside it, waiting to be burned. Jin-Woo stares at it a moment before exploring the rest of the space.
Through an archway on the left, there’s a small kitchen, which leads off into a walk-in pantry. Then back into the lounge room to explore the bedrooms. Three of them, each with their own bathroom. What he assumes is the Master bathroom has the largest tub, looking big enough for five people.
“What do you think, my liege?” asks Beru.
“It’s nice. Comfortable,” says Jin-Woo, running his fingers over the sheets on his bed. “The tub was a bit big, though. Like it was meant for more than one person.”
Jin-Woo slants a glance at Beru, whose wings flutter with embarrassment as he catches on to his meaning. Giving a slight smile, he gets closer, pressing a hand against Beru’s chest.
“Does hot water feel good to you too? With this exoskeleton of yours, I’m not sure how our sense of touch differs,” says Jin-Woo.
Beru lets out a shaking breath as Jin-Woo brushes his lips across his chest. “It...does feel good, my liege.”
Jin-Woo lets out a pleased hum. “I’m glad. And what about you, Igris? You can’t take a bath with armor on. Does it...come off?”
Igris reacts with embarrassment at first, before steeling himself, placing both hands on either side of his helmet. Jin-Woo holds his breath as he slowly pulls it off, revealing a very human looking face. Beside the base color of black, his shadow soldiers seemed to have a secondary color that was either an electric blue, a fiery red, or ghostly purple.
He doesn’t know what decides the color, but Igris’s skin has an undercurrent of blue, the same shade as Jin-Woo’s mana. It’s fascinating, stepping forward without conscious thought to touch Igris’s cheek, lips parting as his most dignified soldier blushes.
“Can I…?” Jin-Woo’s gaze darts down to Igris’s mouth, the strength of his desire like a physical presence in the room. But he holds himself back, needing Igris to say that he’s okay with this.
“Yes,” breaths Igris, answering Jin-Woo’s yearning with his own. “My king, please...”
The first touch of their lips has them both moaning, pressing closer together. They spend a moment just like that, kissing softly, before Igris hesitantly licks across Jin-Woo’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Lips tingling, Jin-Woo opens his mouth, closing his eyes as their tongues slide together, warm and wet.
Jin-Woo shivers as Igris places a hand between his shoulder blades and the other on his lower back, holding him close. He debates what to do with his own hands before keeping one on Igris’s cheek and the other coming up to touch his hair, feeling a soft texture one moment and mist the next, shifting between shadow and solid matter.
Kissing Igris was different than kissing Beru. Both were good, but there were something to be said for the familiar sensation of lips moving against his. It feels more sensual than erotic, almost melting against Igris as the kiss drags on, letting out another small moan.
Hesitantly, Igris moves his hand lower, over the curve of his ass. He sends Igris a feeling of encouragement, heat flushing through him as that hand squeezes. A moment later, Igris slides a leg between his thighs, pulling him closer. His cock drags across Igris’s leg, clutching at his armored shoulders as pleasure pulses hotly in his stomach.
It’s not a surprise that Igris knows what he likes, having watched him with Beru more than once. Thus, it’s almost a given when Igris picks him up, wrapping his legs around his waist. If there’s one thing they’ve learned from Jin-Woo and Beru experimenting together, it’s that Jin-Woo likes to be manhandled.
There was just something about it that felt playful and exciting when it was them doing it. He can feel their devotion and desire to please, to give him what he needs. There’s a sense of being cared for when they’re lifting him up or pinning him down, intent on giving him pleasure.
Jin-Woo gives a pleased hum as he’s carried to the bed, their lips never separating. It’s not until Igris lays him flat out on the sheets that they pull apart, watching with heated eyes as Igris strips out of his armor. He waits until Igris’s eyes are back on him to start tugging off his shirt, stretching his arms above his head so that his muscles flex. Even after all the times he’s stripped this way, Beru and Igris still watch intently, enjoying the display.
Lifting his hips, he pushes his pants and underwear down to his knees, letting Igris pull them off the rest of the way. His shoes, he had already kicked off at the entrance to his suite, a habit ingrained from years of doing the same at home.
With that out of the way, he’s able to get a good look at what’s between Igris’s legs. A black pillar with traces of blue along the underside of the shaft. Jin-Woo feels his mouth water just looking at it. He had tried oral sex with Beru a few times, but the size of him made it difficult. Igris, while still big, looked to be a more manageable size.
Shifting up onto his knees, he looks between Beru and Igris as they seem to have some kind of silent conversation.
“You two have something in mind?” Jin-Woo asks, curious. He knows his shadow soldiers have some way of communicating with each other. Did they ever discuss fantasies?
“We do, my King. If you’ll allow us…?” asks Beru.
“Of course. You know I like it when you’re assertive in the bedroom,” says Jin-Woo.
Beru’s wings flutter with excitement as he moves to sit behind Jin-Woo on the bed. He carefully grabs Jin-Woo’s wrists and folds his arms behind his back. Jin-Woo tests his hold, shivering when he tightens his grip, remembering the time Beru pinned him down like this and fucked him.
He looks up as Igris gently touches his face, a thumb brushing across his bottom lip. His mouth parts easily as Igris presses his thumb in, dragging across his tongue. Giving a pleased hum, he wraps his lips around Igris’s finger, sucking gently.
Igris’s breath hitches, staring at Jin-Woo’s lips.
Jin-Woo smiles around the finger in his mouth, eyes flicking pointedly down to Igris’s cock, dripping just inches away from his face. If Igris didn’t put it in him soon, he might have to take matters into his own hands.
It’s interesting being able to see Igris’s face, the flicker of embarrassment as he catches on to Jin-Woo’s impatient desire. He slides his finger out slowly, placing his hand on the back of Jin-Woo’s head as he shifts closer.
The first taste of him has him moaning, leaning forward as Igris slides in deeper. He can feel the stretch in his lips, a heavy weight on his tongue. His own cock throbs between his legs as Igris lets out a deep groan, the sound of his pleasure like a shot of pure ecstasy.
Jin-Woo gives a mental nudge to Igris, silently asking for more. It gets his knight moving, shallow thrusts at first to get him used to it, then deeper until he can feel him in his throat. His knees shift on the bed, lust pounding through his skin as Igris gradually gets rougher.
He can feel him in the back of his throat, struggling to breathe as Igris holds his head in place. But he doesn’t want him to let go. He wants more.
Igris heeds his wish, a broad hand cupping the side of his face as he begins to move faster. Behind him, Beru tightens his grip on his arms, holding him still as he chokes on Igris’s cock. He can feel the heat of him against his back, moaning as he’s penned in by the two summons he trusts the most.
The only thing that would make it better is if Beru was fucking him too, spread open on both their cocks. He can vividly imagine it, tilting his hips back until he feels Beru’s cock against his ass. His stomach clenches with heat as Beru grinds his cock against him, the wet tip dragging across his hole.
His eyes water at a particular rough thrust from Igris, instinctively trying to jerk his head away. But Igris holds him in place just like he wants, pulling him back down as he rocks his hips forward.
There aren’t words to describe why he likes this. The pleasure it brings to have them ignore his body’s reflexive resistance to give him his mind’s desire. He can feel his cock dripping, twitching every time he chokes around Igris’s arousal. At this rate, he almost thinks he’ll cum before Igris does.
The thought sends another wave of heat through his body, the idea of cumming untouched, just from having his throat fucked. Pleasure shudders up his spine, hips jerking as his cock throbs.
He whimpers as Beru licks a broad stripe up his neck, wet and hot against his skin. Beru knows just where all his sensitive spots are, pressing his tongue against his skin until he’s squirming. Then Igris holds his head down and he’s letting out a strangled moan, shuddering as the pleasure consumes him.
Beru wraps an arm around his chest as his body goes limp, supporting his weight as he gasps for breath. Igris slowly slides his cock out, a hand on his chin keeping his head tilted up. He stares up in a daze as Igris strokes his cock, closing his eyes as thick liquid splashes across his face and into his mouth.
He lets out a soft hum at the electric taste, licking his lips. Interestingly enough, they didn’t taste exactly the same, despite the fact that he was pretty sure their ‘semen’ was made of mana.
Igris lets go of his chin as Beru shifts forward, releasing his arms so he can sit beside him. It feels unmooring for a moment, arms drifting down to his side. Then Beru hugs him, chittering softly as his pincers nuzzle against the side of his neck.
By now, Jin-Woo is used to the sensation and finds it more cute than weird, leaning into his touch. He sighs softly as Beru licks his skin, starting with his neck and moving up, gently cleaning his face before leaning in for a kiss.
His lips part easily for Beru’s tongue, a new wave of heat flushing through him. Reaching blindly, he gets the bottle of lube out from his inventory, lying it down on the bed near Igris. Excitement thrums through him as he hears Igris open the bottle, spreading his knees wider.
The first touch to his hole has him moaning into Beru’s mouth, nerves tingling with pleasure as a slick finger slowly pushes inside him. It moves hesitantly as Igris tries to figure out what he likes, a slow glide that leaves him wanting more. His muscles clench around Igris’s finger, relieved when Igris gets the hint and adds another one.
His thighs shake as Igris sinks his fingers in deep, dragging along his inner walls as he spreads them open. He groans as they brush against his prostate, pleasure sparking across his nerves. Grabbing onto Beru’s chest, he rocks his hips down, fucking himself on Igris’s fingers while Beru’s tongue explores his mouth.
It feels so much better to be opened up by someone else’s hand, reaching deeper than his own fingers can. But he wants more, letting Igris feel his desire, shuddering as a third finger is pushed inside him. It doesn’t ache at all as he’s stretched open, muscles easily relaxing as his body begs for something bigger.
Jin-Woo’s ears heat as he senses Igris’s awe, that boundless devotion and desire to serve. His knight feels blessed to be able to serve his lord in this way, to be the cause of his pleasure. It was both electrifying and….a little concerning to have his lovers be so fanatically devoted. He probably was taking advantage of them, no matter what they said, but he can’t bring himself to regret it.
He loves them.
How can he regret anything that makes him this happy? Especially when he can sense how happy they are too.
Gently pulling away from Beru’s kiss, Jin-Woo reaches for Igris, pulling him closer. He hums softly as he’s kissed, slow and thorough. Teeth nip at his lips, leaving them sensitive as Igris deepens their kiss. He lets himself get lost in it for a moment, closing his eyes to let the pleasure wash over him. But eventually he can’t ignore the need pulsing through his blood any longer, clenching around Igris’s fingers with a hitching breath.
“Ah….One—one of you needs to get inside me before I lose my mind,” says Jin-Woo, panting.
Beru makes another chittering sound, his aura amused. “Yes, my king.”
Jin-Woo playfully huffs at his sassy tone. He loves how relaxed they are when it’s just them, not afraid to joke and tease. Though, one of these days he’ll get them to drop the formalities too. Maybe some people would enjoy being called “king” in bed, but he wants to hear them moan his name.
“Is this position alright, my liege?” asks Igris, gently pulling Jin-Woo into his lap.
“Mm.” Jin-Woo gives an agreeing hum, almost a moan, as Igris’s cock brushes across his ass. He hears the sound of a bottle opening, a slight shift underneath him as Igris slicks up his cock.
Then broad hands grip his hips, pulling him down and down, all the air punched out of him as Igris’s cock slides into him with one smooth glide. Sweat drips down his brow as he breathes through the stretch, pleasure shivering down his spine.
“Does it feel good, my liege?” asks Igris.
Jin-Woo bites back a whimper as his stomach clenches with heat, that deep voice speaking right against his ear.
“Y-yes. It’s...it’s good.”
Igris’s silence is contemplative before he gives a low hum, triumph flaring as Jin-Woo clenches around his cock. “It feels good for me too, my liege. I’ve been thinking about this for so long, wondering what it would feel like to be inside you. It’s even better than I imagined.”
Jin-Woo is panting by the time he stops talking, desperately grinding his hips down, but Igris keeps him from lifting up more than an inch. He lets out a breathless moan as Beru presses up against his back and grabs his wrists, lifting his arms up above his head and hooking them behind Beru’s neck.
The position leaves his chest arched out, exposed to Beru’s wandering fingers. Starting at his stomach, skin tingling at the gentle touch. Drifting up slowly, the tips of his fingers just barely grazing his nipples. Jin-Woo bites his lip as Beru carefully grabs his nipples and squeezes, tugging until he gives a low moan of pleasure and pain.
Jin-Woo squirms as they continue to tease him, not letting him move. Instead of forcing the issue, he sends a burst of need down their connection, feeling them shudder from the echoes of his desperation.
Igris’s hands tighten around his hips, lifting him up until just the tip of his cock remains inside him. He’s held there for a long, tortuous moment, legs shaking as lust pounds through his veins. Then he’s abruptly pulled down, throwing his head back with a stifled shout.
His eyes nearly roll back in his head as Igris does it again, pulling his hips down as he rocks up into him. No matter how many times he’s been fucked, the sensitivity doesn’t fade, cock dripping as pleasure jolts through him. His mouth drops open on a soundless moan, little breathless whimpers escaping his lips as Igris picks up the pace.
He can barely think with how good it feels, mindlessly pushing his hips down to get Igris deeper. Every sharp thrusts sends sparks of pleasure scattering through his veins like lightning, bright and hot enough to burn.
Beru’s fingers scratch down his sides, just sharp enough to make him squirm without drawing blood. He holds onto the back of Beru’s neck, the touch grounding as every other sensation threatens to unmoor him, mind lost in a sea of pleasure.
“You look good like this, my liege.”
Jin-Woo’s eyes shoot open, whimpering as he clenches around Igris’s cock, his knight’s voice somehow getting deeper, rough with arousal. He bites his lip as Igris laughs, ears getting hot as the sound makes his cock twitch.
“Our liege always looks good,” says Beru, the words almost a purr. “But he is especially gorgeous when consumed by pleasure.”
Jin-Woo shudders, gritting his teeth against a whine. He can feel Beru’s cock against his lower back, leaving a slick trail against his skin. It fills his mind with fantasies, of the two of them taking him together, stretching him beyond what he can handle and making him take it.
“When...did you learn to talk like that?” asks Jin-Woo, breathless.
“Historical dramas are not the only thing I’ve been watching,” says Beru, amused and smug.
“What have you—“ been watching, Jin-Woo wants to say, but his words cut off with a groan as Igris thrusts up into him. His thoughts scatter, barely aware of the noises he’s making as Igris speeds up, waves of ecstasy rolling through him with every snap of Igris’s hips.
Sparks go off behind his eyes as he clenches around Igris’s cock, heat searing through him as he cums untouched. He can feel Igris pulse inside him, warmth flooding his insides as Igris gives a deep groan against his ear.
Jin-Woo closes his eyes as his body goes limp, enjoying the afterglow. He lets his summons move him as they want, his arms tugged down until they’re around Igris’s shoulders, tipped forward into his knight’s chest. He gives a quiet hum, tucking his face into Igris’s neck, pressing a kiss against his skin.
A broad hand skims down his back, tracing along his spine before pausing at the curve of his ass. He makes an encouraging sound and it keeps going, dipping down between his cheeks, fingers rubbing against his stretched out hole. He bites his lip as one of them presses in alongside Igris’s cock, tugging at his rim.
It’s not until the second one slips in that he realizes he’s being stretched open for Beru’s cock, a wave of lust hitting him so quick that it leaves him dizzy. He holds onto Igris’s shoulders and breaths slow and deep, focusing on staying relaxed as the stretch starts to ache.
Beru’s tongue flicks across his back, right between his shoulder blades in an imitation of a kiss. He can tell it’s meant as a soothing gesture, a show of affection as Igris slide a third finger inside him.
Jin-Woo bites his lip against a whimper, thighs flexing as he tries not to squirm. Moving would only make his muscles tighten, make the ache more sharp. But it’s difficult to stay still when he’s being opened up so wide, pleasure and pain mingling in a way that makes his cock throb.
Beru does his best to distract him, tongue finding the sensitive places along his back, his hands roaming over his body. As long as he’s careful with the sharp tips of his fingers, he’s not in danger of scratching him.
Slowly, the pleasure helps him relax, muscles loosening as the ache fades. He sighs against Igris’s neck, a languid heat filling his body, hips beginning to rock into Igris’s touch.
There’s a vague awareness of them communicating silently above his head, before Igris’s fingers slip out of him. His brow furrows at the sensation of...emptiness, even with Igris’s cock still inside him. He shifts restlessly, only stilling when Beru’s hands grip his waist.
Pressing his forehead against Igris’s neck, a tremor goes down his spine as Beru’s cock nudges against his hole. Breath catching, his eyes go wide as Beru slowly presses in, rim stretching to the point of pain as the head of his cock slips in. He can’t stop a whimper as Beru doesn’t even pause, relentless as he pushes in, inch by inch.
His breath comes in harsh pants as he shakes, split open by two wide cocks, overwhelmed and helplessly turned on. Even the ache isn’t enough to quell the fire in his veins, cock steadily leaking against Igris’s stomach where he’s pressed up against him.
Beru lets out a deep groan as he fully sheaths himself inside, wings fluttering as he holds himself still. He nuzzles against Jin-Woo’s neck, letting out a chittering purr.
“It feels so good inside you, my king. I love being connected to you like this, hearing your pleasure as you clench around me. Can you feel how big we are inside you, filling you so perfectly that there are no empty spaces left?” asks Beru.
“Fuck,” breathes Jin-Woo, stunned. His ant king was a fast learner in even this, huh?
“You like it when we talk to you,” muses Igris, and Jin-Woo’s ears tint pink.
“He seems to like your voice better,” says Beru, amused.
Jin-Woo blinks slowly, realizing that Beru wasn’t even slightly jealous. He was….working together with Igris? To bring Jin-Woo the most pleasure? Even if it meant admitting that Igris might have a trait that Jin-Woo likes better??
That was...really hot, actually.
The idea of the two of them ganging up on him, to find the best ways to drive him wild. It was so much better than the jealousy he had expected. Beru, especially, can be rather needy. He’s glad that Beru isn’t upset that he’s enjoying Igris’s attention, but finding ways to make it better for all of them.
“Shall I keep talking, my liege?” asks Igris, lips brushing across his ear.
Jin-Woo shudders, breath hitching. “….How about you keep moving instead?”
Igris gives a low hum, lips caressing the side of his neck before his teeth sink in.
Jin-Woo lets a choked moan, fingers digging into Igris’s shoulder as he inadvertently clenches around them. His hips grind down, the pain nothing more than a dull ache now, easily drowned out by the pleasure of their cocks rubbing against every sensitive place inside him.
Beru shifts behind him, slowly pulling out. He can feel every inch of him dragging along his inner walls, vision blurring at the sudden spike of pleasure. It leaves him gasping, thighs shaking as Beru sinks back in. Heat coils tightly in his stomach as Beru keeps moving, cock aching with how close he is. He holds on by the barest thread, drowning in the pleasure. It’s not until Beru speeds up that he can’t hold back anymore, clenching around them with a stuttered cry.
He holds onto Igris as Beru actually fucks him harder in the aftermath, sharp thrusts that drag a moan out of his chest every time Beru’s cock spears him open. It’s overwhelming, verging on too much, and utterly perfect. His eyes glaze over, letting his mind drift as Beru and Igris take their pleasure from his body.
It doesn’t happen every time, this floating feeling, but he loves it. The pleasure feels heightened, pain and stress a distant memory. In this moment, the only thing that matters is the two holding him. The heat of their bodies, the low moans against his ear, the stretch of them moving inside him, and the pleasure crackling in the air.
He lets out a quiet sigh when they finally cum in him, a flash of heat that makes him clench around them. It feels good to be filled, the proof of their pleasure sensually dripping down his thighs.
They stay like that for a few minutes before he starts to squirm, their earlier ministrations enough to get him hard again. But rather than start fucking him again, Igris slowly pulls out, the two of them maneuvering him face-down onto the bed.
He lets himself go boneless, heat pulsing in his stomach as his arms are tugged behind his back. His legs spread as Beru starts rocking into him, slow thrusts designed to keep him on the edge. Just enough force to keep his body interested without letting him cum.
A hand rests on the back of his neck and it takes his hazy mind a moment to realize that it’s Igris restraining him, holding him down for Beru to fuck. They were working together even in this.
Jin-Woo opens the connection between them wider, letting them feel how pleased he is. It ends up in a feedback loop, his happiness feeding into their desire and sharpening it, then sending the emotion back to him. It drives them on, not stopping until he’s exhausted and sated, covered in their seed.
Igris pets his hair while Beru fetches some towels to clean them up. He barely reacts as the cloth is rubbed over his skin, blinking slowly as the black and blue stains register in his mind. Beru’s seed had been black every time they had sex, so the blue was from Igris?
The color was actually kind of...pretty.
And wasn’t that an odd thought to have about their bodily fluids?
“Are you alright, my king?” asks Beru.
Jin-Woo gives a content hum, languidly stretching. He was still too far into that peaceful headspace to form words, but after the first time he had gone nonverbal, they had done a little research and found that it was normal for some people.
He rolls over onto his back as they join him on the bed, lying down on either side of him. It’s nice having them so close, warm and protective. He drifts off just like that, safe in their arms, pleasant dreams following him the whole night through.