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"So, daddy, huh?"
Dorian pauses mid-bite and looks across the table at Ashton, who's already finished their dinner and is wearing a grin that just speaks of their desire for chaos. As if they didn't have enough of that today already. "Excuse me?"
Ashton takes a sip of his ale and tilts his head to the side… to where Orym is sitting between Fearne and FCG. "Sounded like quite the experience last night."
Dorian bites the inside of his cheek and shoots a glare back to Ashton. "That's really none of your business." He can feel the blush threatening to rise on his face, so he takes a quick drink of his ale to try and cover for it.
"It is when it keeps me up half the night," Ashton leers over the rim of their mug.
"We didn't fuck half the night," Dorian returns sourly and curses himself for quick tongue when Ashton leans back in their chair with a shit-eating grin.
"Never said you did. Just that I was up half the night thanks to you'n your daddy." And, going by the eyebrow wiggle, so was Ashton's dick.
Dorian is definitely blushing now, as his mind supplies him with a very nice image of himself getting fucked in his bed while Ashton lies on the other side of the wall, jerking off to the sound of Dorian begging Orym for permission to come.
"That really sounds like a you problem," Dorian shoots back. He has no idea where Ashton is going with this, but he doesn't like it one bit. Especially with Ashton still sprawled in their chair wearing that infuriating grin.
"If you're fishing for an invitation you're talking to the wrong partner," Orym throws in, who's apparently made his way over to join them at their end of the table. Dorian didn't even see him move. And from the little jerk he gives neither did Ashton. They catch themself quickly enough though and turn their eyes to Orym.
"How about it," Ashton says with his shit-stirring grin firmly in place and a glint in his eyes, "daddy. Want some company tonight?"
Dorian has no idea how the conversation went from point A to wherever the fuck they are right now, but if Ashton thinks they can bluster their way into their room they're a fool.
"I only play with good boys who know how to behave," Orym shoots right back. Dorian sinks a little lower in his seat at the sight of his Daddy coming out to play. He licks his lips and takes another sip of his ale.
"I know how to be good," Ashton returns with an exaggerated eyebrow waggle and runs his tongue over his lips.
Wrong move, Dorian wants to say, but he's more than happy to let his Daddy do the talking. Only, instead of shooting Ashton down, what Orym actually says is "I'll be the judge of that. Give us an hour, and then come join us. Dorian, are you done?"
Even if he hadn't just finished his ale there's no way Dorian could sit here and keep eating. He shoots a mischievous grin at Ashton sputtering in their seat. "Ready to go, Daddy."
"Let's go upstairs then, and talk about having guests."
~~~
Ashton has to admit, at least to himself, that he's a little nervous about the whole thing. But he also didn't lie when he told Dorian that he was up half the night thinking about it. Whatever it was. He couldn't hear much other than indistinct voices, the mounting desperation in Dorian's voice and the low confidence in Orym's, the tell-tale squeaking of the bedframe accented by Dorian's shout. Ashton wants it. The connection, the care, the giving themself over to someone they can trust for an evening. So he's here at an hour past dinner to knock on the door.
"Come in," Orym calls from inside, so Ashton takes a last steadying breath and opens the door. He freezes in the doorway, a greeting on his lips, eyes fixed on the display in front of him. Yeah, they had an hours headstart, but Ashton didn't expect them to use it. And yet, here they are, Orym stripped down to just his pants while Dorian is already naked. He's kneeling on the ground in front of the bed, a tranquil expression on his face, while Orym braids his hair. "Close the door, please."
"Uh, yeah, right," Ashton steps inside and closes the door without actually looking. Their eyes are fixed on Dorian, who hasn't actually moved yet, hasn't even opened his eyes. But then, why should he, when he's got Orym's hands on him?
Orym's eyes are fixed on Ashton though, and it makes them shift nervously on their feet. It's not the expression Orym uses to study a battlefield, but it's not far from it either. "Where should I…?"
"Have a seat," Orym instructs, voice low and sure. He nods towards the single chair in the room. "We have some ground rules to go over before we get started."
"Looks plenty started to me," Ashton returns, though they step over to the chair and drop down into it.
Orym shrugs. "Dorian was getting antsy, and he knows the rules already, so we decided to get settled until you got here." His hands are still moving behind Dorian's head, though his gaze seems fixed on Ashton. Whatever he's doing, he's got enough practice that he doesn't even need to look.
"Rules, huh?" Ashton shrugs and slouches a bit in the chair. He's not really big on rules in general, but he knows these things need some base layout to work even if Ashton would be happy enough to wing it.
"Yes. Rules and limits and preferences." Orym repeats, voice stern.
"Yeah. Got it. Hit me," Ashton agrees. They make themself focus on Orym for the moment, nevermind how their eyes are drawn down to Dorian and the wide expanse of blue skin on display.
"Well that won't happen," Orym chuckles. "One of my limits. I won't hit you. If you misbehave, you don't get to play. If pain is something you want or need, you'll have to look somewhere else."
"I don't want you to hit me," Ashton returns quickly. "Don't want you to talk down to me either. I'm just here to have a good time." They nod downwards to where Dorian is sitting. "Like he does."
"Good," Orym's smile widens. "That's what I was hoping for. And what Dorian was hoping for."
"Dorian as well?" It comes out before Ashton can stop himself, a little too honest, too real. Ashton bites their lip, small fang digging into soft flesh as they look down.
"Yes," Orym says warmly. "Dorian as well." And it's kind of creepy how fast Orym can move, even without his fancy boots. "We both want you here." Orym's voice comes from right in front of them now, and then Orym's palm is on his cheek, thumb tugging his lip out from between his lips. "And I don't want you to hurt yourself. It's alright."
Ashton nods, though he doesn't look up or say anything, not sure what to make of his sudden vulnerability.
"It's okay, Ashton. Daddy will take care of you." Dorian sounds… not drunk, but definitely mellow.
Ashton raises their head just enough to look across the space to where Dorian is still sitting naked in front of the bed. He's got his eyes open though, and his hair tied back so it can't cover his face.
"Yeah," Orym echoes. "All you have to do is be honest with me about what you like. And then I'll take care of everything else."
His hand is still on Ashton's cheek, stroking slowly, and Ashton doesn't fight it when Orym makes them meet his eyes. It's a bit of an awkward position with Ashton in the chair and Orym standing in front of him when Ashton really wants to look up at Orym instead of down. Maybe that's why Dorian is on the floor already and making no move to get up. "I'm easy," Ashton shrugs. "I like feeling good. Not picky about how I get there. Fucking, getting fucked, hands, mouths, doesn't matter. It's all good."
It's not what Orym wants to hear, that much is obvious from the expression on his face. But he doesn't scold Ashton for their answer, just pets their cheek while he thinks.
Ashton would like to squirm in their seat, but Orym's eyes and hand keep them trapped in place until Orym has come to whatever conclusion he was going to get to.
"Alright, Ashton," Orym nods. "I'll make sure you feel good. But for that to happen, these are the things I expect from you. First off, if something happens that you don't enjoy, or that is unexpectedly painful, I expect you to speak up immediately. If I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. And if you want something, I expect you to speak up as well. You don't have to call me Daddy, if you don't want to, but I'd expect you to call me Orym instead. Does that work for you?"
Ashton nods along with Orym's instructions. It sounds easy enough, but he is also well aware of what a skilled tactician Orym is, and he heard the desperation in Dorian's voice last night. This, right now, is the first… Ashton doesn't want to call it test. It's not a test. It's Orym putting himself and Dorian out there and waiting to see how far Ashton is willing to go, how deep his trust runs. But really, if he trusts them to have his back in all the bullshit they keep getting into, he can trust them with this. He licks his lips and does his best to steady his breath before he answers "yes, Daddy," just to see Orym's eyes light up in delight.
~~~
Orym doesn't usually think much about how his teammates would be in bed, but he has to admit, given their general disposition, he didn't expect Ashton to be this sweet. It's not inexperience or shyness – when Orym told them to get naked they didn't hesitate at all – but there's still a wide-eyed wonder at the idea of just sitting so Orym can do their hair; or polish their crystals, as it were. And that expression is still present when Dorian moves from sitting next to him to straddling Ashton's lap.
Ashton tilts their head back to look up at Orym, a question in his gaze that prompts Orym to lean in for an upside-down kiss. Ashton returns it hungrily, so Orym lets it continue long enough that when he pulls back Dorian has his hands on Ashton's shoulder, and Ashton's hands have a tight grip on Dorian's hips. They look stunning together. "It's okay," Orym promises. "You two can make out as much as you want. No getting off without permission, and no pulling away from me though."
"Okay," Ashton agrees, licking their lips. Then he drops his head forward again to focus on Dorian. "Come here then," he grins and tugs Dorian close. Yup, not inexperience at all.
Dorian sends a pleased smile to Orym and then settles himself more fully in Ashton's lap with a contented sigh. "Yeah, of course. You just stay where you are and I'll do the rest." He bends down for a kiss of his own and it's a delight to watch, the remaining stiffness in Ashton's shoulders melting away under Dorian's strong hands, the sweet gasps that break free from his lips while Dorian doesn't need to breathe. Orym could spend a small eternity watching them, but he isn't done with his self-imposed task, and Ashton deserves to get taken care of properly just like Dorian did.
By the time Orym is done polishing the small crystals at the base of Ashton's skull, Dorian has taken up breathing again so he can moan into the kiss they two are still sharing. Orym sets the cloth aside he was using and strokes his hand over both their heads. "Alright, Dorian. Sit back now. Let me get a good look at the two of you."
Ashton whines in complaint when Dorian obeys, but they don't fight, just drop their head back to look up at Orym with wide hungry eyes, kiss swollen lips parted so Ashton can pull in heavy breaths. Orym grins and strokes their cheek while his gaze trails down both their bodies. Ashton still has a tight grip on Dorian's hip, but their other hand is between them, wrapped around their cocks, pressing them together. Dorian looks equally disheveled, flushed and wide-eyed and still rolling his hips up into the tight clutch of Ashton's fingers.
Orym grins down at both of them. "Enough of that, now. Ashton, come join me on the bed. Dorian, go get lube and the rope."
Dorian's whine of protest dies on his lips, turning into a "yes, Daddy" instead. Ashton nods as well, head still lolling back against the bed to look at Orym. They let go of Dorian though, and a soft whine slips past his lips when Dorian gets out of his lap. "Good boy," Orym praises him, one hand still stroking over Ashton's bare head. "Come up here now. Come lie on the bed for me and put your hands over your head."
~~~
It's no time at all for Dorian to lean over and rummage through Orym's bag for the vial of lubricant and the rope – not the coarse hemp hanging at the outside, no, the soft silk lengths Orym keeps in the side pocket. When he turns back to face the bed he's stunned in place though by the sight of Ashton stretched out on the bed, green skin and gold lines arranged like a work of art. Orym, finally naked as well, is straddling Ashton's chest and whispering something into Ashton's ear that makes them nod rapidly and plant their feet on the bed, spreading themself out and Dorian really hopes this is going where he thinks it's going.
He licks his lips and moves up onto the bed to crouch next to Orym. It gives him a great look at Ashton's wide eyes and the way his muscles shift under Orym's hands. "I got the rope, daddy," Dorian says lowly. It's both hot and endearing how that makes Ashton groan and tighten their hold on the sheets over their head.
"Well done. Thank you, Dorian." And now it's Dorian's turn to blush and squirm, not that Ashton notices. No, he seems to be quite focused on Orym, who is just as focused on him as he takes the first length of rope from Dorian's hands. "Now remember, Ashton," Orym tells him while his hands are busy wrapping rope around Ashton's strong wrists, "if you feel uncomfort at any point, clap your hands and we'll stop." Orym is also pushing the quick release into Ashton's hands, so really he can just get free if he wants to, but Dorian knows first hand how easy it is to forget about that.
"Yes, daddy," Ashton returns. His eyes are already glassy and his voice is a little slurred, hot and enticing and Dorian can't wait to get to touch him again. Fuck, he hopes he gets to touch him again.
He glances to Orym, who's got both of Ashton's wrists tied in nice rope cuffs and is in the process of tying them to the headboard with the last of the rope. Orym, as always, notices his gaze immediately and gives him a satisfied filthy smile. "Would you like to start getting Ashton ready, Dorian?"
"Yes, daddy. Please." Dorian groans and looks down the long planes of Ashton's body to his spread legs, cock still hard and leaking against his belly. He isn't quite sure what Orym is planning, they talked through a few possibilities before Ashton joined them, but he sure hopes someone's getting fucked tonight. Maybe even both of them, if Dorian is lucky. "What should I do?"
"Find a pillow to help Ashton hold his hips up, and then you're going to finger him until he's relaxed enough to take your cock," Orym tells him, voice perfectly at ease, only a dark underlying thrum as proof that this isn't just a random team planning session.
Dorian nods and licks his lips. "Can I suck his cock as well?" He asks, because he wants to, both to get a taste and to hear Ashton moan again.
"Of course, Dorian. Just remember, neither of you gets to come before I say so, so don't be mean about it."
"Yes, daddy," Dorian agrees with a beatific smile.
~~~
If this is Dorian being nice, Ashton doesn't want to know what being mean would entail. His entire body is awash with pleasure as Dorian leisurely sucks his cock while his fingers work him open. Fucking air genasi doesn't even need to breath, can just take Ashton all the way into his throat and let him rest there, the perfect counterpoint to the steady fingerfucking he's getting. He's almost come three times already, Dorian backing off just in time to a mix of pleading and curses from Ashton.
"Please," he groans, eyes wild, as he feels the peak approaching again, "please Daddy." Because that's who's in front of him, who's still straddling his chest and almost absently stroking his own cock with one hand while the other pets Ashton's hair. Nevermind that Orym is who set Dorian on him in the first place and who has spend the last however long just watching Ashton fall apart with a darkly satisfied smile.
"What do you think, Dorian?" Orym asks, though he doesn't turn around to look at Dorian, "is Ashton ready for your cock yet?"
Ashton has been ready since two orgasms ago, not that anyone's bothered to ask them. They've felt Dorian's cock against his own, a little thicker, but not indecently so, a good solid stretch, maybe even a bit of delicious burning, though considering the amount of lubricant Dorian has used chances are slim.
Dorian makes a thoughtful humming sound around Ashton's cock that makes them keen and seriously consider the benefits of kicking Dorian's side if he dares say 'no' now that he's got four of his lovely fingers up inside Ashton's ass, grazing their prostate every other stroke. It'd get them in trouble with Orym for sure, but if Dorian doesn't stop Ashton's going to come and be in trouble anyway.
Ashton still whimpers when Dorian pulls off of his cock in a long slide ending with a flick of his tongue to Ashton's slit. "Yes, Daddy," Dorian tells him, and Ashton can hear the smugness in his voice. He doesn't even have the decency to sound out of breath. "I think so."
"Good. Well done," Orym grins. He strokes his hand from Ashton's head down to his cheek, thumb brushing against Ashton's lips. Ashton has no idea if that's a request or an order or just something Orym wants to do, but he knows what he wants, so he turns his head and wraps his lips around the small digit to suck on it, to try and do something other than passively fall apart under their touch. Orym chuckles and flexes his hand a bit, thumb sliding against Ashton's tongue. "Yes, I do think Ashton's ready. Go ahead and give him your cock, Dorian. Nice and slow for now. Ashton, I'm going to come forward a bit so you can suck my cock while Dorian fucks you. How does that sound?"
Ashton whines, a full body tremble going through them as Dorian's fingers and Orym's thumb pull out of them. It's only the rope and the deceptively slight weight of Orym straddling their chest that keeps them anchored to the bed. "Yes, Daddy. Please."
~~~
Having Ashton in their bed is a right treat, and not just because their mouth feels absolutely heavenly wrapped around Orym's cock. No, there's also the way they make Dorian both feel good and beg and plead. It makes Orym feel approximately ten feet tall to have both of them so completely under his sway.
"Daddy," Dorian whines behind him. "Daddy please, please let me come. Please."
"Not yet, Dorian," Orym returns. He rolls his head back for a moment to look at him, to make sure Dorian can in fact hold out a little longer. There's a wild look in his eyes and the braids Orym put in his hair are starting to come undone, but he still has a firm hold on Ashton's legs, is still fucking into them with nice hard thrusts, so Orym figures he's doing well enough. "I don't think Ashton has gotten everything they need yet."
There's tears in Ashton's eyes, yes, and every sharp thrust draws a broken moan that vibrates up Orym's cock and right into his core, but there's still tension in their shoulders, Ashton still has a white-knuckle grip on the headboard. Orym strokes one hand over the bare skin of Ashton's skull, opposite to the glass that's glowing in varying shades of white and cream, sending sparks and shadows dancing across the walls faster than the eye can track.
"Such a good boy for us, Ashton," Orym praises and earns himself another desperate whine and hard suction around his cock. "Just relax. Just take it. You don't have to do anything else." Orym forces the words out between moans of his own. He can feel every one of Dorian's thrusts rocking up through Ashton's body, rocking him on top of Ashton's chest, and if they do this again he should get a plug for himself, just so he can properly appreciate the strength of his two lovers.
"Daddy! Daddy I can't." Dorian's voice is breaking up into sobs now, mounting desperation music to Orym's ears. "Please, please may I come?" And Orym supposes he should maybe make him hold out a little more, a little bit of payback for how he teased Ashton earlier, but Orym also doesn't want his boys to fail, and Dorian is clearly getting close to that edge.
"Ashton first," Orym decides and turns his head so he can properly appreciate the expression on Dorian's face. "Get them off and then you can come as well." It's everything Orym hoped for, a bit of a pout, plenty of desperation, but also determination. Dorian has a goal now, and Ashton better get with the program.
"Yes, Daddy," Dorian gasps out and the next thrust is hard enough to make Ashton's eyes widen and Orym's cock almost slip out of their mouth.
~~~
If Dorian didn't know better he'd think Ashton is trying to hold back just to spite him. But no, Dorian can see and feel how utterly wrecked Ashton is; eyes wide, tear tracks on their cheeks, arms slack in their bonds, legs held up only by the strength of Dorian's grip.
"C'mon Ashton," Dorian gasps, whines really, through gritted teeth, because Orym has given him his task and Dorian will be damned if he comes before he's finished it. Or well, finished Ashton. "Daddy says you can. Just let go." His words don't seem to get through, and Dorian doesn't know what to do, what to say, how to keep himself from the edge when Ashton feels so amazing under him, hot and both solid and smooth, cock hard and stomach wet with precome. "Ashton, please."
He can feel the heat gathering under his skin, a tingling in his feet that makes his toes curl and slowly spreads up his legs. "Daddy," he calls out, but Orym doesn't do anything. Or rather, he doesn't say anything to Dorian. Instead Dorian sees Orym scoot back, far enough for him to lean down to Ashton's head, far enough that his cock slips out of Ashton's mouth. The sounds that spill forth almost push Dorian over the edge, broken moans and gasps, heaving breaths and half formed words that drone out Orym's low murmur.
Whatever it is Orym is saying seems to be working though. Dorian feels the shift in Ashton's body, a more immediate tension, something like relief mixing into the moans, and thank fuck for that. Dorian's eyes are fixed on where Orym is bend over Ashton, brown hair next to purple crystal, and digs his nails into Ashton's strong thighs. The heat under his skin has risen to an inferno. "Come on. Come on. Ashton please." He keeps muttering, keeps trying to hold back, and in the end he isn't sure if it's Ashton tensing up in orgasm that throws him over the edge, or the way he grinds his cock into Ashton that throws them over.
The end result is still a spectacular mess, both of them panting for breath, sweaty, trembling all over, and Orym smiling smugly on top of Ashton's chest, casually stroking his hard cock. "Well done, both of you," Orym praises, and the low purr in his voice sends a shudder down Dorian's back. "But we aren't quite done yet."
Dorian whimpers and glances past Orym to Ashton, but the earth genasi seems to be out cold, face slack, lips swollen and slick, eyes open but not seeing anything. With a shudder and another gasp Dorian pulls out of Ashton's ass, carefully sets their legs down on the sheets and then bends over to nuzzle at Orym's shoulder. "Yes, daddy."