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“What sort of gift?” Caleb asks. “It isn’t even my birthday.”
“You’re really saying we can’t just give you gifts whenever?” Fjord teases and pokes Caleb in the ribs.
“Only curious.”
“It’s true that we might have gotten this for … selfish reasons,” Essek admits. He holds out a flat white box. “But it is also for you.”
Caleb takes the box with a teasing eyebrow raised. He gets spoiled a lot by Fjord and Essek, and though he protests against their attention sometimes, he feels guilty for loving it.
He removes the box’s lid and immediately goes pink. Nestled in some delicate tissue paper is a set of lace lingerie in red. It’s mostly sheer, the bottoms are held together at the hips by thin straps, and the brassiere is strapless. Caleb doesn’t have any lingerie at all, and his skin goes hot knowing both Essek and Fjord likely imagined him in this.
“Wear it tonight.” Fjord’s voice warms his ear.
“You made plans?” Caleb murmurs.
Essek’s hand rests on Caleb’s elbow. “Not exactly, but we discussed what we wanted. Fjord had an idea, and … I went and picked this up.”
“You’ll run the show tonight, though,” Fjord puts in.
“We may have come up with the idea to make love to you while you’re wearing this, but we want you in charge.” Essek’s lips press to a spot behind Caleb’s ear; a simple and brief gesture, but one that leaves a burning print on Caleb’s skin.
Caleb’s breath hitches and a heat grows between his legs as his thoughts wander hours ahead. He feels a surge of mischief beneath his arousal. He’s in charge, huh?
“If that’s the case,” Caleb says, standing from the sofa with the box in hand, “then you aren’t allowed to see me anymore until tonight.”
It prompts the exact reaction he was hoping for. Both Fjord and Essek drop their jaws and are overcome with an expression like a whining animal.
“Oh, come on, why not?” Fjord huffs.
“Because,” Caleb says sternly. “You want to see me in it, so you’ll have to wait to see me at all in order to be properly excited.”
Essek’s pout looks practiced; he’s gotten better at it since Caleb’s known him. “Caleb, you know we could see you every second until then and still be at your feet.”
“I know.” And Caleb does know. Whatever his personal feelings on what he thinks he deserves, he knows Fjord and Essek are dedicated to him on a level spanning both emotional and physical sensation. Caleb leans in between the two of them, so he can whisper in both their ears. “But I want you really wound up.”
Essek’s ear trembles, and Fjord lets out a low breath that warms Caleb to the tips of his toes. Caleb leans back, satisfied, and clutches the box to his chest.
“Caleb—“ Essek begins breathlessly.
“See you tonight.” Caleb turns on his heel and disappears into the bedroom.
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Caleb examines his reflection once more in the mirror. He tried on the lingerie earlier, and he knows he likes it and that it fits. But he’s suddenly seized with nerves, now that Fjord and Essek are in the bedroom, and he’s just one step away behind the bathroom door. They’ve seen him naked, obviously, but wearing this lingerie is a different kind of intimacy. He’s never worn anything like it, and it’s an active effort to look sexy. He’s never tried before; he’s just been lucky his boyfriends find him sexy anyway.
Caleb runs his fingers through his long hair and steps out of the bathroom. Fjord lies on the bed in his pjs: warm pants and grey tank. Essek stands at the far end of the room putting away some laundry. He’s shirtless under his robe and wears his silkiest pants. The noise of the door opening draws their attention to Caleb, and he feels himself go as red as the lingerie.
“Fuck, Caleb!” Fjord exclaims. He slumps backward onto the pillow and clasps his hand to his head. “I’m light-headed.”
Essek simply stares with his mouth slightly open. “Oh, Caleb …” The lamplight reflects off of his eyes, and Caleb thinks they might be wet.
“Are you crying?” Caleb teases.
“No, no,” Essek protests. “You’re … just beautiful. That’s all.”
Caleb looks down at himself. “You really like it?”
“Of course we do, dumbass,” Fjord says. “We love it.”
“We love you,” Essek adds.
Caleb covers his face with his hands, burning with feeling. He already feels himself going wet with their praise, and with his wandering thoughts of how he might get fucked tonight.
“And like we said, you’re in charge tonight,” Fjord says. “You can have your way with us.” He wets his lips.
Caleb hums. He approaches Fjord’s side of the bed and very gently touches Fjord’s knee. Fjord tenses. “I think I’d rather have it the other way around.”
“Then you have it,” Essek promises. “Whatever you want.” He hasn’t moved away from the wardrobe; he looks transfixed.
Caleb slowly crawls onto the bed and straddles Fjord’s lap. There’s already a welcoming hardness in Fjord’s pants, and Caleb inhales sharply as he settles against it.
“Caleb …” Fjord nearly whispers his name.
Caleb quiets him with a kiss. Just a simple one at first, the kind they all give each other when one of them runs an errand alone, but he presses harder, and the heat of their mouths sends a spike of arousal through Caleb. He works his hips atop Fjord’s lap, matching the rhythm of their kisses, and eager to show off to both of his lovers how much control he has of his hips.
Fjord groans, and Caleb can feel it resonate in Fjord’s stomach. He gasps and grinds down, the friction building through the lingerie bottoms. Fjord’s hands clamp fiercely onto Caleb’s thighs. His claws bite into Caleb’s skin, and Caleb can feel the smirk against his lips.
“Fuck!” Caleb cries out. He rears up, and Fjord shifts his kisses to Caleb’s neck and chest, occasionally scraping his tusks across skin. Amidst heaving breaths, Caleb angles his head to see Essek, still locked in place away from the bed. His face is black with blush and his jaw twitches, like he wants to speak but can’t. “Essek, why are you still there? Come here, come here.”
Essek shakes himself through a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry, I … oh, you’re a dream.”
Caleb grasps Fjord’s cheeks in his hands and holds him still. Fjord’s forehead shines with sweat. “Fjord, I’m wild for your claws right now, and I’d like to keep feeling them, but you’re going to have to cut at least two of them.”
Fjord barks a laugh. “Fair point. Wait, now?”
“Yes, now,” Caleb echoes. He scoots off of Fjord’s lap and plops onto the center of the bed as Essek climbs up next to him. Fjord grumbles but goes to the bathroom to get the clippers.
Essek leans in a pecks a kiss to Caleb’s cheek. “You’re very pink.”
Caleb closes his eyes at the contact. “You’re very sweet.” Before Essek can say anything else, Caleb mounts his lap and kisses him, wet and open. Essek makes a surprised noise that is quickly muffled, and his hands tremble, too far from Caleb’s skin to be acceptable. “Touch me, you bastard,” Caleb breathes into Essek’s mouth.
Long fingers settle at Caleb’s waist and massage the skin there. Caleb jerks his hips against Essek’s growing erection. Their taut breathing synchronizes with each other. Caleb works his hands beneath Essek’s robe until Essek’s stomach falls bare.
Fjord’s soft laugh interrupts Caleb’s narrowing thoughts. “Maybe go easy on him, Caleb; he’s shaking.”
Caleb releases Essek’s lips with a gasp, and he laughs at the near-dazed expression burning in Essek’s eyes. “You alright, schatz?”
“I’ll never be used to this,” Essek murmurs.
“Good. I don’t want you to grow bored of me.” A thought of insecurity finds its way to Caleb’s surface thoughts.
“Never. Never.”
Fjord wears a smile both fond and warm, and he hops onto his place on the bed. The force jumps Essek against Caleb’s cock, and both of them groan.
“Did you do what I asked?” Caleb pants.
Fjord holds out his hand to reveal his clipped thumb, middle, and index fingers’ claws. “Do you want them now?”
“No, no.” Caleb clambers off of Essek, brushing his hand over his chest as he goes. “Both of you sit. Side by side.”
Fjord has to help Essek get upright, but they sit obediently against the headboard, hip to hip. Caleb eyes the shape of their cocks in their pants and shimmies onto his stomach. A greediness fills him, and he can’t suppress the whine of anticipation that slips from his lips. His hips stutter against the mattress, but he can’t quite get the right sort of friction. No matter; he knows he’ll get it from a better source eventually.
Fjord opens his mouth to say something, but it transforms into a groan as Caleb palms his and Essek’s cocks through their clothes. Essek’s pants are thinner than Fjord’s, and Caleb feels the heat of him hot under his hand. Caleb leaves his left hand to tease and grope at Essek, and noses at Fjord’s crotch.
Fjord’s hand threads through Caleb’s hair, and he scrapes his claws along his scalp. “You’re very a much a tease, love,” Fjord purrs.
Caleb hums a long, pleased sound, enjoying the way Fjord twitches at the vibrations. Caleb’s thumb brushes a wet spot on Essek’s pants, and he turns his head enough in Fjord’s lap to make eye contact with Essek. Essek’s eyes are nearly all black. His hand caresses Caleb’s wrist amidst the gentle touches Caleb gives his clothed erection.
Caleb soon can’t even stand his own teasing, and he frees Fjord from his pants. Caleb hurriedly pulls Essek’s cock from his silk pants, needing to hear both of them groan together. He ducks his head to the base of Fjord’s cock and just pants against the dark hair there. The fingers of his left hand rub gentle circles at the head of Essek’s cock. An unavoidable smugness fills Caleb’s mind when he feels just how wet Essek’s gotten.
Essek’s hand joins Fjord’s to stroke Caleb’s hair. Caleb wishes they would pull it, but he can wait. Right now, his thoughts tunnel to one desire: he needs one of them in his mouth.
Caleb really, really likes giving head. He carries a sort of embarrassment about how much he likes it. He wonders sometimes, that even in the throes of pleasure, if Essek and Fjord think him pathetic and desperate for it. He is, to be sure; it’s just as good to him as getting head. His arousal smothers the shame, for now, at least, and he sucks a mark onto the shaft of Fjord’s cock.
Caleb loves the way Fjord and Essek feel in his mouth for different reasons. Fjord is big, and Caleb can’t take much of him in at once. His size gives Caleb a pleasant ache to his jaw, though, proof he did good work. His inability to take Fjord in very far leaves Caleb exploring along Fjord’s length, mouthing even further to care for his balls. Essek, however, is smaller, and after some practice, Caleb can now swallow him to the root. Essek feels right in his mouth, and Caleb loves disappearing into the white curls at Essek’s groin.
Fjord makes soft, encouraging noises as Caleb swirls his tongue around the tip. Caleb’s left hand still works the precome from Essek’s cock, and he thinks that if he were to stop, he’d be hurting himself. Caleb needs to feel Essek in his palm. His free hand twitches to touch himself, but he instead cups Fjord’s balls. The sound it draws from Fjord jolts to his cock anyway.
“We said anything you want,” Fjord pants. “You really want to hold off your own pleasure right now?”
Caleb’s lips feel swollen, and he rubs the head of Fjord’s cock around them. “This is pleasurable,” he says between laps of his tongue.
Essek yelps as Caleb squeezes his length gently. “C-Caleb … you don’t have to manage us both.” He takes Caleb’s hand from his cock and moves it to Fjord’s thigh. “You’re struggling. Just take care of Fjord right now. We have all night.”
Caleb huffs in frustration. He’ll handle them one at a time, for now. But after this, he needs them both. His hand is still slick with precome, so he strokes the parts of Fjord his mouth can’t reach. He blinks up at Fjord, and Fjord swears when they lock eyes.
“Caleb, gods.” Fjord’s hands drop from Caleb’s hair.
“Hmm?” Caleb feels Essek’s fingers still running through his hair, and it encourages him to continue bobbing his head.
“I’m—close, Caleb, and if you want me to—to stay hard for you, you’d better stop.” Fjord chokes out a laugh. “I don’t have as fast a turnaround as Essek does.”
Caleb pulls his mouth away but leaves his hands still holding him. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Fjord grunts through gritted teeth.
Caleb scoots backward to avoid the temptation of taking Fjord back into his mouth. He side-eyes Essek with a coy smile. “Can I take care of you now?”
Essek’s hand traces the line of Caleb’s jaw, and he presses his thumb gently against his bottom lip. “Yes, darling, come here.”
Caleb eagerly presses apart Essek’s knees to wriggle right up to his cock. Precome beads at the tip from Caleb’s earlier ministrations. He looks into Essek’s eyes as he tongues at it. Essek’s answering whimper fills Caleb’s body with a fondness that escapes in a laugh.
“I’ve hardly done anything to you, schatz,” Caleb says against his length.
“You don’t have to do much for me to come apart for you,” Essek murmurs.
“Hmm, well, I want you coming apart in my mouth, but I want you coherent when it happens.” Caleb kisses the tip and sends vibrations through Essek. “So keep your head, and tell me how good I’m doing.”
“Yes, y-yes, I will,” Essek stammers. “You’ve already been good.”
The praise tightens in Caleb’s gut, and he feels a new flush of wetness between his legs. Spurned by his arousal, he clasps his hands on Essek’s thighs and works Essek deeper into his mouth with rhythmic strokes. He doesn’t stifle the instinctual, pleased noises welling in his chest.
Essek brushes back strands of Caleb’s hair that has stuck to his face with sweat. Caleb feels a thumb smooth the lines in his forehead and then Essek continues to stroke at his hair. “You’re beautiful,” Essek says. “You’re wonderful. And you’re very, very good at this.”
Emotion weaves itself through Caleb’s arousal and he presses forward until his lips find the base of Essek’s cock. Tears gather at his lashes from the effort, but Caleb thinks some of them are just from love. His vision blurs to just purple-black blobs and the faint white of the hair on Essek’s belly. Caleb blinks into clarity just in time to lock eyes with Essek.
Essek tears his gaze away with a desperate moan and covers his face with a hand. Caleb is glad he only hides in the one hand; Essek’s other hand is still lost in Caleb’s hair. His flush spreads to every bit of exposed skin Caleb can see.
A clawed hand palms Caleb’s ass and scrapes at the lace of the bottoms. “You look so fucking good like this, Caleb,” Fjord says, his voice a low rumble. “So good with your mouth full.”
Caleb whines around Essek and lifts his hips slightly to be ready for … what, exactly? Maybe it’s preemptive, but he spreads his legs slightly, the positioning heightening his arousal. The air of the room cools the wetness on the lingerie, and he shivers. He’s hardly been touched and yet he feels a tightness behind his cock. A building orgasm, just from sucking cock.
Essek’s breathing grows more erratic. “Ah—Caleb, gods … you’re—“
Caleb hums in satisfaction and bobs his head faster now. He can tell when Essek is getting close because of the hitch in his voice.
Fjord continues to squeeze and fondle Caleb’s ass. Essek nearly sobs into his hand, too overcome to even look at Caleb. In tense frustration, Caleb pulls his mouth away and instead works Essek with his hand. “Look at me, Essek,” he directs. “Look at me, and don’t look away.”
Essek gasps for breath, but he looks full into Caleb’s face. Caleb swears he can see himself reflected in the black of Essek’s eyes, all red and aching. A tight shiver runs through his cunt, and he stamps the broad of his tongue at Essek’s tip.
With a well-timed twist of Caleb’s wrist, Essek spills onto Caleb’s tongue and shouts his name. The heat of his release burns through Caleb’s body, and his cunt flexes around his own climax. It’s mild and gentle without direct stimulation, but it still happens, and with the knowledge that it was brought on just from Essek’s pleasure at Caleb’s hands, it makes it all the sweeter.
Caleb almost breaks eye contact with Essek at the feeling, whimpering, and his knees slip back down. Fjord grazes his claws down Caleb’s back, soft enough to tickle. Caleb squirms. He works Essek through the last twitches, come dripping down his chin. Essek softens in Caleb’s hand and Caleb licks his lips. Essek’s taste sparks in the back of his throat, a hazy musk that makes him dizzy.
“Holy shit, Caleb,” Fjord says. “Did you come just from that?”
Caleb rests his cheek on Essek’s thigh and doesn’t look at Fjord. A cold feeling of self-consciousness cuts through the heat. “Ja, I did.”
“You’re amazing,” Essek says breathlessly.
“Fantastic,” Fjord agrees. “Gods, love, I want to see what else makes you come untouched.”
Caleb’s ears go hot and he presses his face into Essek’s thigh to hide his ridiculous smile. “Another time,” he mumbles. “I have some other priorities.”
“What kinds of priorities?” Fjord smirks. His cheeks are brown with heat.
Caleb eyes Fjord’s cock, mostly hard still and cresting his waistband. Caleb straightens up and toys with the hem of Fjord’s tank. “I’d like to undress both of you. Fully.”
Essek flicks his fingers and cleans the space around his pants with a cantrip. “You don’t have to do all the work.”
Caleb rolls his eyes. “You two keep trying to tell me what you think I want.” He raises an eyebrow in Essek’s direction. “Keep it up and I won’t let you come again.”
Essek’s ears flatten against his head, but he mostly looks amused. “Mm, I do like it when you get bossy.”
Caleb doesn’t think he could follow through on that threat; he wants Essek to come inside him at least once. If Essek does continue to bitch, though, Caleb might just edge him until he can’t breathe.
Caleb hikes Fjord’s shirt up and flings it once Fjord’s head is free. He lets his hands wander, avoiding direct touch to Fjord’s cock, but he trails his fingers through the dark hair, pressing at Fjord’s belly and palming his tits. Fjord groans as Caleb tongues at his nipples. Mouth still working, Caleb eases Fjord’s pants down around his ass and pinches.
Fjord yelps and then laughs at himself. “Goddamnit, Caleb.” His laugh is breathless. Fjord is big and full and warm and good. Caleb doesn’t cry.
Once Fjord’s pants disappear to the floor, Caleb leaps at Essek’s hips and pecks a kiss to the bones there. Essek sucks in a breath. He’s nearly hard again. Caleb works the silk bottoms down over his legs and pecks another kiss to the inside of Essek’s knee. Essek moves to sit up, but Caleb pushes him back flat. He opens the robe more thoroughly, exposing the planes of Essek’s abdomen. Caleb laps his tongue where Essek’s nipples are blackest and gentles his fingers at Essek’s ribs.
Essek gathers Caleb’s face in his hands. “Oh, darling … my light …” His white lashes blink away tears. Essek is tall and kind and smart and whole. Caleb doesn’t cry.
Essek’s robe slips out from under him fairly easily, and with his lovers bare, Caleb falls onto his back on the bed. “Let me … let me figure out how to put what I want in words,” Caleb says.
Fjord and Essek wait patiently, but cannot help caressing and stroking bits of Caleb’s skin. Fjord traces lines through the hair on Caleb’s stomach and chest, skirting along the edges of the brassiere. Essek cradles one of Caleb’s legs, peppering kisses on his knee and thigh.
“Fjord, er, straddle my chest, please.”
“If I put all my weight on you, you won’t be able to breathe.”
“Then don’t put all your weight on me,” Caleb replies. “I just—I want your cock here.”
Fjord shudders in pleasure. “Absolutely.” He lowers himself to Caleb’s chest but remains on his knees. The weight of his cock and balls makes Caleb feel faint.
Caleb can’t see Essek now with Fjord in the way, but he feels Essek’s hands still massaging his leg. “Essek. Essek, please, I need your mouth.”
Essek whines in response. “Yes, yes, anything.” Caleb hears his shuffling and then jumps at the pressure of two fingers lightly pushing at his cock. “You are extraordinarily wet, Caleb. You look divine.”
Caleb wishes he had another set of eyes to see Essek touch him. He instead reaches up and takes Fjord’s cock in his hand. He burns hot in his palm.
“You want me in your mouth again?” Fjord prompts gently.
“No. I mean, yes! I do, gods, just not right now.” Caleb lifts the center of his brassiere and guides Fjord’s cock through it, so it settles on bare skin. “The lining is satin. It’s soft.”
Fjord closes his eyes in feeling. “Yeah, that’s good. Fuck, Caleb, you want me—your tits?”
“Please.” Caleb knows he doesn’t need to beg tonight, but he’s needy and vulnerable, and he can only think stay. Stay and touch me so I know you’re real.
“I’m here.” Fjord makes a couple test thrusts, taking in the feeling of it all. His hands reach down and push Caleb’s tits together for an added tightness. “Oh, gods, you’re perfect.”
Caleb is trembling all over, and Essek’s fingers still only rub small circles into his cock. Fjord is hot on his chest, and his cunt feels alight, and he needs Essek to stop fucking around. Before he can even scold Essek, Caleb feels a tongue swipe across the lingerie bottoms. The texture of the lace and the wetness of Essek’s mouth creates a sensation Caleb doesn’t even know the word for. Essek nuzzles at Caleb’s cock through the lace for a moment more, and then the fabric is pressed aside and Caleb shivers as his cunt is exposed to the cool air of the room.
“E-Essek, please, please,” Caleb murmurs.
Essek’s lips press a kiss to Caleb’s cock, and Caleb cries out. “It’s alright,” Essek soothes. “It’s my turn to take care of you.” Caleb feels his warm breath on the most sensitive parts of himself, and Essek delights upon his cunt.
A brazen moan threads from Caleb’s lips. With Essek’s attention at his entrance and the weight of Fjord’s cock on him, he can’t form thoughts. He wants his thoughts to be confident and sure, so he can direct his lovers to his whims, but they’ve pulled the sense from him, leaving only desire.
Fjord’s thrusts are still slow and methodical, making the skin where he moves ever sensitive. He still holds Caleb’s tits together, and his thumbs find Caleb’s nipples beneath the fabric, rubbing small circles into them. Caleb’s mouth grows wet as Fjord’s cock presses toward his face.
“Let me see your mouth,” Fjord murmurs. Caleb is so eager that he doesn’t even retort about how Fjord can’t tell him what to do. He blinks up at Fjord and opens his mouth. Fjord’s clawed thumb scrapes along the length of Caleb’s tongue, and the broad pad of his thumb presses down enough to make Caleb drool. “Beautiful. Just beautiful.”
Caleb closes his mouth around Fjord’s thumb and sucks. He makes a pleased little noise when Fjord’s hips stutter against his chest. He takes Fjord’s thumb in a little deeper before pulling off with a gasp. “Am I doing good? Am I being good for you?”
Fjord groans and throws his head back. “Fuck—fuck, Caleb, you’re so good. Isn’t he doing so good, Essek?”
Essek makes an affirmative noise against Caleb’s cunt, and Caleb cries out at the vibrations that resonate from his lips and pool in Caleb’s stomach. At such a positive response, Essek covers Caleb’s cock with his mouth and moans. Caleb bucks up into his face.
Essek’s hands stroke Caleb’s thighs as his mouth leaves, and Caleb chokes out a sound of annoyance. “You smell delightful, Caleb,” Essek praises. “You smell like love. Like home.”
“Essek—!”
“I could stay here forever,” Essek murmurs, and his tongue presses inside Caleb’s entrance.
His tongue isn’t nearly as long as his fingers, but it’s a shallow, teasing fuck, and Caleb tosses his head back and forth as though it could help manage the pleasure. Essek’s fingers find Caleb’s cock instead and give it lazy strokes. The point behind his cock burns hot and dense, and Caleb gasps for breath.
“I’m—fuck—“ Caleb stammers. “Essek, I’m—“
Essek hums and his voice breaks the dam. Caleb clenches around Essek’s tongue and his whole body trembles. Fjord groans above him, still heaving between his tits. Caleb tries to float in all the sensations at once; it’s overwhelming. Tears grow behind his eyes.
“Watching you come undone underneath me …” Fjord pants. “I-I’m so hard it hurts, love.”
Caleb whines. He feels Essek kissing everywhere between his legs except for his most sensitive parts. Essek kisses his thighs, the crease where his leg meets his hip, the part where his hair grows thickest beneath the lingerie, and just on the very edges of his cunt. Essek holds Caleb still from the top of his thighs.
“More, more, Essek,” Caleb begs. “Please more.”
Caleb hears Essek laugh, and then his fingers are gentling at Caleb’s entrance. They just barely press here and there, occasionally sliding up to thumb at his cock. His teasing is infuriating and, Caleb admits, extremely hot.
Fjord maintains his rhythm, but his eyes are closed now, his mouth open in a silent moan. Caleb lifts his head just enough so that when Fjord thrusts forward he’s able to tongue at the slit in his cock. An audible noise of pleasure tears from Fjord’s throat.
Caleb reaches a hand to grip the base of Fjord’s cock. “Are you close, liebling?”
Fjord squeezes Caleb’s tits together more firmly. “Hnng, yeah, gods.”
“Go ahead and let go.”
“A-are you sure?” Fjord breathes. “You know it takes a bit for me to get hard again.”
“I don’t care about that,” Caleb insists. He flexes his grip on Fjord. “Plus, I’ll take that as a challenge.”
Fjord laughs, and a dribble of precome catches on Caleb’s chest. “I’m sure, but—“
“I’m in charge,” Caleb says petulantly. “Make a mess of me.” He gives Fjord’s cock a stroke and reaches up with his other hand to pinch a nipple.
“Caleb!” The warm spray onto his neck sends Caleb’s eyes rolling back. He manages to focus up to watch Fjord’s face as he comes. The way his belly heaves and his teeth clench … Caleb eyes his tusks and decided he wants Fjord’s mouth on him next. Fjord’s groan rumbles through his body and echoes to Caleb’s toes. He releases Fjord’s cock and runs his fingers along his own neck. Caleb’s beard and chest hair are sticky with Fjord’s pleasure.
Fjord eases his hips to a stop and collapses forward, just catching himself above Caleb. A weak chuckle is all he can manage for a moment. He slips himself out from beneath Caleb’s brassiere. “I closed my eyes for too long. I wanted to see you get messy.”
“Well, you can—oh!” Caleb’s voice goes as Essek curls his fingers. “You can look at the results of your work,” he finishes breathlessly.
Fjord drags his fingers through Caleb’s sticky chest hair. “You look very pretty.”
Caleb grins and wipes at the come with his fingers. He cleans Fjord’s taste from himself a little messily, not breaking eye contact with him. “Lie next to me.”
“Already planning on it.” Fjord lifts himself from Caleb’s middle and plops next to him on the bed. His claws ghost across Caleb’s belly. “How’s this?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” It’s the only word Caleb knows at the moment.
Fjord sucks at Caleb’s neck, biting here and there. Essek blinks up from between Caleb’s legs, and his own fangs nibble at the edge of his cunt. Caleb bucks his hips and Essek catches his cock with his lips, his long fingers still curled and working. Caleb aches deep in his gut. He thinks about gripping Essek’s hair and holding him in place, but his hands don’t respond.
Fjord claws a little harder on Caleb’s stomach. “Essek, let me have a taste.”
Caleb twitches. “Huh?”
“Be my guest,” Essek says smoothly. He leans away but keeps his fingers pumping inside Caleb, hitting that sweet, sweet spot in a slow but regular rhythm.
Fjord sits up away from Caleb’s head, earning an annoyed huff. But he leans over Caleb’s cunt and eases the lingerie aside a little farther. With a self-satisfied hum, he covers Caleb’s cock with his mouth and sucks. Hard.
Caleb cries out. The nerves between his legs tense and tense and yet they don’t release. Fjord pulls off his cock with an obscene noise. “Oh, yeah, that’s real nice.” He falls back beside Caleb. “Fuck, you’re so hard there.”
Essek’s fingers never let up, and his mouth returns to give Caleb’s cock the same lavish attention he’s so wonderful at. He closes his eyes in pleasure, but opens them quickly to keep eye contact with Caleb. His pupils are so big and so black, Caleb could fall into them.
Essek suddenly pulls away and Caleb’s hips chase his retreating mouth. “Easy,” Essek soothes. He wears a confidence on his face that heats Caleb from his core outward. “I have an idea.”
“Yes, yes, I want it,” Caleb pleads, not entirely sure what he’s agreeing to, but genuine all the same.
Essek sparks his fingertips together with a cantrip. A bit of frost gathers at the ends and he rolls them together until it’s coalesced into a little ball of ice. He take it between his lips, and before Caleb can really put together what’s happening, Essek’s mouth is on him again, working the ice against his cunt.
Caleb yelps and whimpers and bucks his hips against the burning hot and ice cold of Essek’s tongue. A bouquet of sensation blooms behind his cock. It’s a rapid balancing act between Essek saving Caleb from the heat of his own pleasure with cooling ice, and the burning of Essek’s lips warming Caleb from the coldness.
“Ah—ah—Essek, please!”
“Don’t let up,” Fjord tells Essek. “He needs this.” Caleb hears his deep groan in his ear. “He deserves this.”
Fjord sucks bruises into Caleb’s neck and grips him tight with his claws. Essek’s silver tongue weaves gold between Caleb’s legs. The two sets of mouths working nonstop to bring Caleb to the edge succeed. The heat pools and bursts.
The splash of Caleb’s climax stuns him. He opens his mouth to moan, but his voice has been stolen by the fingers determined to milk every last tremor from him. He’s vaguely aware of Fjord’s laugh, and Essek’s comforting hand on his thigh, but mostly he is awash in feelings he can’t pick apart.
A hand smooths at the hair stuck to Caleb’s face in sweat. “You with us?” Fjord murmurs.
“Y-yes.”
Essek’s fingers remain inside, but they’ve stilled. “You feel so good, twitching around me like that. What are you feeling, you feel okay?”
Caleb nods weakly. “More,” he says, almost reflexively.
Fjord and Essek look at each other, half-amused, half-concerned. “We know you do,” Fjord says.
“Besides that, what else do you want?” Essek asks. He finally slips his fingers out and Caleb cries at the sensitivity. “Let’s take a break for a moment. Would you like a massage?”
Caleb wants to sulk and kick his legs and demand that they listen to him, but he’s aware that his arousal is clouding the logical side of his brain. “I … I do. But first, I want to taste myself.”
“I don’t blame you,” Fjord chuckles.
“You are mouthwatering,” Essek agrees, and leans up to slide his fingers into Caleb’s readied mouth.
Caleb takes in his slick and hums around Essek’s fingers. He likes tasting himself; he tastes like warmth, and lingers on the border of sweet and salty. His hand wanders to where Fjord’s softened cock lies against his thigh, and he lazily strokes what he can reach.
Fjord lets out a low breath. “Want me already?”
Caleb shifts to just brushing his fingertips along the soft skin. “A massage for now,” he says coyly.
Essek’s hands creep up Caleb’s stomach and settle on his waist. Then, with a surprising surge of strength, he flings Caleb over onto his stomach. Caleb lets out a shout that reverberates down his spine. Essek smooches the middle of Caleb’s back. “Even after coming as much as you have, you’re still so tense,” he teases.
“Maybe you need to make me come a little harder next time,” Caleb quips. He lies on one cheek and squints at him with a challenge in his eyes.
“In a moment,” Fjord says. He kneads his thumbs into Caleb’s upper back, pressing at knots here and there that Caleb hadn’t even noticed.
Essek does the same to his lower back. He rolls the heel of his hand along Caleb’s sides, doing his best impression of a cat making biscuits. Essek rubs his hands up and down Caleb’s ribs and sides, occasionally pinching the fat at his waist to make him squeak.
Fjord slides a clawed hand under the back of Caleb’s brassiere and scratches at his back. His other hand smoothes Caleb’s hair and brushes it to the side to expose his neck. Fjord makes a sound deep in his throat and rasps his tusks at Caleb’s neck. Fjord’s cock hangs near Caleb’s face with how Fjord is kneeling, and Caleb smirks as he watches it stiffen with the movements of Fjord’s hands.
Caleb feels the waist band of the panties ease down over his ass. He doesn’t move, just grumbles, “Wasn’t the point of all this for me to be wearing the lingerie?”
“The point is to make you feel good,” Essek growls.
“You think we wouldn’t be fucking you tonight if you weren’t wearing this?” Fjord asks, but he already knows the answer.
Caleb groans. “Never mind. You two are hopeless.”
Essek kisses two spots on Caleb’s ass cheek. “I just wanted to get better access to your very cute moles.”
Caleb wiggles his hips. “While my ass is bare, you should spank it.”
“This is a relaxing massage, Caleb.”
“I know, and it’s nice. But I like getting spanked.”
Fjord reaches for Caleb’s hands, rubbing the spaces between his fingers that cramp the most when he practices magic. Fjord even pulls Caleb’s hands up to kiss his knuckles. He treats the process with an admiration that Caleb knows is tangled in arousal. “You are very impatient, love. We can spank you plenty after you relax.”
“But I want it now,” Caleb pouts.
There’s a crack of a palm on flesh. Caleb cries out and he feels the part of his ass so lucky to be struck tingle and sting. A ghost of an orgasm passes through his hips; his cunt barely twitches, but he simmers in gratification knowing what brought him close.
He lifts his ass higher. “Oh, another, Essek, won’t you?”
Essek only kisses the spot where a handprint must surely be blooming. “Only one.” He slips the panties back over Caleb’s ass and instead squeezes and works the muscles of Caleb’s thighs.
Fjord leans far enough over to kiss Caleb in the corner of his mouth. “What next? How would you like me?”
Caleb flips himself on his back again and exhales. He scrambles a little closer to lay at the edge of the bed. “I want you to finish in my mouth since you didn’t last time,” he says irritably.
Fjord’s face darkens in a brown blush. “I suppose I can endure that.”
“And you,” Caleb directs at Essek, and Essek’s ears twitch, “you’re going to fuck me.”
Essek’s cock twitches and a full-bodied shiver runs through him. “Oh, Caleb …”
Caleb props himself up on his elbows to get a better angle. “I want to see you.”
Essek settles between Caleb’s legs, shaking. He meets Caleb’s eyes. Caleb can’t help his ditzy grin. Essek is so funny during sex. He could go down on Caleb for hours, carrying a nonstop smugness in his eyes, but the minute his own cock is touched, he falls apart, spellbound. Like every time is his first time. Caleb loves Essek very much, and part of what is so endearing about him is that he won’t use the word ‘fuck’ when talking about sex. Only ‘making love’. Caleb tries to stifle a giggle and fails.
“What are you laughing at?” Essek asks, his voice giddy. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
“I just think it’s sweet how emotional you get with this sort of thing,” Caleb says. He flutters his lashes at him. Fjord’s laugh rolls behind Caleb, all bass.
Essek rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “A tragedy I’m the only romantic here.” He palms at Caleb’s cock through the lace and makes eye contact. Caleb bites his lip at the pressure. Essek pulls the lingerie aside and just rests his cock against Caleb for a moment.
“You’re just going to tease me, then?” Caleb breathes.
Essek doesn’t respond. He slides his cock between Caleb’s folds, just barely touching, staring Caleb full in the face. Caleb licks his lips and waits.
“Caleb …” Essek whimpers. He presses the head of himself into Caleb’s entrance and leans his head back. A moment passes, and it seems like Essek composes himself, because he clutches Caleb’s thighs to anchor himself and eases in slowly.
“Mmm, just like that Essek.” Caleb lets out a long, high noise of pleasure. He drops his head back to hang over the end of the bed. “Fjord, please, fuck my throat like this.”
Fjord strokes the curve of Caleb’s neck. “Gods, Caleb, at this angle, I could hurt you.” His hands are warm and firm. “But I won’t deny that you look breathtaking from this perspective.”
“You won’t hurt me. I’ll stop you when you get far enough,” Caleb promises. He eyes Fjord’s length hungrily.
Fjord exhales a breath that only seems to make him more tense. He keeps one hand at Caleb’s throat and his other hand rolls his own nipple between his fingers. The head of his cock gentles at Caleb’s lips, wet and aching. Caleb opens his eager mouth but doesn’t squirm to take Fjord in himself; he waits for Fjord to edge in on his own terms.
Fjord grunts at the heat of Caleb’s mouth and continues to push. At this point, Essek starts a series of slow, methodical thrusts into Caleb, and Caleb makes several noises around Fjord. Fjord stops, unsure if those noises are bad, so Caleb reaches around to Fjord’s ass and provides a gentle squeeze to indicate he should continue. Fjord gets deeper, and a thrill of excitement jolts to Caleb’s cock; at this angle, he can take Fjord in even deeper.
Caleb’s mouth swells and the gratifying ache he so loves takes hold of his jaw. He holds his palms flat against Fjord’s thighs. Close enough. “Damn, Caleb, you sure that isn’t too much?”
Caleb makes a wanting sound around his cock.
“Should I move now?”
Caleb makes the same sound, and appends it with a thumbs-up.
Fjord tests a thrust first. He pulls almost all the way out, leaving the head caught between Caleb’s lips. He fills Caleb’s mouth to where he was before and Caleb quivers in contentment. Essek’s thrusts remain measured and agonizing.
“I—I’m not sure I’ll last very long with how you feel around me,” Essek pants. His fingers touch Caleb’s cock softly. “I don’t want to hurry you, but I will be very embarrassed if I finish first.”
Caleb gulps around Fjord and laughs inwardly. Even if Essek does, the heat of his orgasm is sure to send Caleb over the edge, too. Caleb watches Fjord’s balls sway in his face before closing his eyes. He wants to be consumed by the sensations of Fjord and Essek at both ends; sight will only be distracting.
“Keep giving his cock some love, Essek,” Fjord says, his voice controlled even with Caleb’s desperate tonguing. “He’s doing so good for us.”
Essek strokes Caleb’s cock with a few fingers, slicking them first with Caleb’s own want. “Yes, he’s wonderful. You’re wonderful, Caleb. So good.” Caleb whines and Essek’s hips pick up speed.
Caleb feels the corners of his mouth dripping with spit and precome. Tears gather behind his closed lids and he hums to send Fjord’s cock twitching. The growing flavor of his musk causes ripples of pleasure all the way to his cunt, where Essek presses and strokes. White-hot rapture coils in his gut. He tries bucking his hips into Essek’s thrusts.
“Caleb, Caleb, I’m close, so close,” Essek cries. “Should I—?”
Caleb wraps his heels around Essek’s back and squeezes him closer. Hopefully he takes the hint to not pull out, and fill Caleb like he wants.
Essek pants his name, and the angle of his thrusts change. It becomes sharper, and after only a couple more movements, Caleb comes with a muffled yell around Fjord’s length. He isn’t sure if Essek’s orgasm happens simultaneously with his, every feeling is is blurred together, but he does feel Essek’s release in his stomach, hot and heavy. He clenches and trembles and squeezes Essek even closer.
“Gods, that was perfect,” Fjord murmurs. Essek’s hips stutter but he maintains a slower rhythm which sends Caleb shaking with overstimulation. “You ready for me now?” Fjord pumps a bit faster.
Caleb whines in assent, and he knows how pathetic he must sound.
“Yeah, I know, I know you want this.” Fjord cradles Caleb’s neck in his hands and spills into his throat.
Caleb nearly forgets to breathe through his nose. He manages to get it under control after a sloppy cough, and swallows Fjord down fervently. The feeling of being full at both ends overwhelms Caleb, and he almost blacks out.
His mouth falls empty, but he feels Essek still sheathed inside, though unmoving. Caleb takes a moment to gasp for air, and then opens his eyes. Fjord holds the back of his head up and smiles tenderly down. He kisses Caleb, deep and wet, but pulls away too soon.
“Can you sit up?”
Caleb nods and looks down where Essek sits. Essek heaves for breath, teary-eyed. He retreats from Caleb a little clumsily. Caleb flattens the hair between his legs to see the remains of Essek’s climax. Spend seeps from his entrance and collects in his hair. Fuck, that looks good.
“Your mouth looks exquisite,” Essek breathes. “So red and swollen.”
“Well-used,” Fjord rumbles from behind.
Caleb’s tongue swipes across his lips, chasing any remaining taste of Fjord. “It feels exquisite.” His words come out a bit slurred from arousal and soreness. “Alright, let me switch ends.”
Essek’s cheeks blacken. “You, ah …”
Caleb gingerly gets onto his knees and then turns his ass toward Fjord. He flattens his cheek to the bed in front of Essek and hoists his ass in the air, spreading his knees another inch or two. “Your turn, Fjord.”
Fjord goes brown all the way to his toes. “Caleb, there’s no way I can do it right—“
“Then finger me until you can,” Caleb instructs. One hand strokes at Essek’s thigh in front of him, drawing out a very cute growl of sensitivity.
Fjord steels himself and pulls aside the panties for a better view of Caleb’s cunt. His clipped nails spread open Caleb’s folds. “Mmm, Essek did make quite a mess of you back here.”
Caleb laughs and looks up at Essek in front of him. Essek looks starstruck, and his cock is already hardening. “Don’t clean it up,” Caleb says to Fjord, still staring at Essek.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Fjord slips two fingers past Caleb’s entrance and Caleb gasps. His fingers are so much thicker than Essek’s. Fjord’s thumb works circles into into cock, pinching Caleb together at his most sensitive point. “You’re incredible.”
“Have a taste,” Caleb suggests, but it comes out more like a plea.
Fjord laps at Caleb’s cunt, his tusks bruising the edges. His tongue surely gathers in some of Essek’s come, and then his fingers flex and curl.
“Essek, I need—I need you,” Caleb chokes out.
“I’m here.” Essek sounds hoarse, too.
Caleb straightens up so he’s on his hands and knees. “Please, come in my mouth again.” He leaves his lips parted and wet as he gazes through Essek’s eyes.
“Caleb, you’re going to kill me,” Essek chuckles, but his eyes are weak and desperate.
“Well, I don’t want that,” Caleb says. He leans over again to kiss the tip of Essek’s cock. “If you feel your heart giving out, just let me know so I don’t fuck you to death.”
Essek’s laugh is shrouded by a stream of curse words from Fjord. He groans, his voice like a tightened string, and drops his forehead to Caleb’s ass. Caleb feels Fjord’s cock against his thigh and grins.
“Hard already?”
“Fuck,” Fjord says again.
“Didn’t need to finger me for very long, did you?”
“Oh, don’t be so smug about this,” Fjord grunts.
“What are you going to do about it if I am?” Caleb taunts.
Fjord clambers a little higher on the bed and yanks Caleb’s ass flush with his cock. Caleb yelps in excitement, and Fjord ruts against his lace-covered ass briefly before pushing past the lingerie and buries himself to the hilt in Caleb’s cunt. Fjord takes his hips and rocks him back and forth on his cock.
Caleb gestures vaguely to Essek, but his brain fills with the fog of building pleasure. Luckily, Essek understands and rises on his knees so Caleb’s face is level with his hips. His cock curls up high now, and Caleb swipes his tongue on the underside to make Essek shiver.
Bouncing fiercely on Fjord’s cock, Caleb gasps out, “Ess—Essek, pull my … hair!”
Essek’s fingers obediently tangle themselves in coppery locks and pull toward him. Caleb mouth catches Essek’s length but can’t manage to take him in. Caleb whimpers, disappointed.
Essek doesn’t let go of Caleb’s hair, but he pulls him back a touch so he can guide the tip to Caleb’s shining lips. Caleb suckles at the head, savoring the leaking precome Essek is already a victim of. Essek pulls his hair once more, and he downs him to the root.
Essek and Fjord pull Caleb between the two of them, trading strokes with Caleb’s ends. Caleb feels sufficiently stretched from Fjord’s cock, and he consistently bumps that delicious bundle of nerves inside, winding Caleb up quickly. That aching feeling of being loved grows in Caleb’s core. How did he get this? Where did he go right?
“I knew you were hungry for it, Caleb, but fuck me,” Fjord shouts. “I’m worried Essek and I won’t ever be able to satisfy you.”
Caleb pulls off of Essek’s cock with a wet gasp. “That’s not true! You—I’m—just—greedy!” He shuts himself up by working Essek into his mouth again.
Fjord’s hand strikes his ass and Caleb keens. “I know, love. I know. You drive us wild, you know that?”
Essek’s free hand caresses Caleb’s cheek. His expression can only be describe as reverent. “My light, you are worthy of worship.”
Tears trickle out of the corners of Caleb’s eyes and something in him builds, a thought that maybe he’s worth it after all. He whimpers around Essek and Essek grunts.
“Ready, Caleb—“ Essek’s voice burns into a moan and his orgasm electrifies him. In his dizzying arousal, Caleb’s mouth weakens, and some of Essek’s release flows down his chin.
Fjord’s moans blur into a barrage of ‘yes’s’. He pumps into Caleb harder and Caleb feels that spring of ecstasy coiling between his legs. “You want me to fill you up, too, love?” Fjord pants.
Caleb makes an affirmative noise around Essek’s still-spurting cock. Essek sobs at the noise.
Fjord tugs Caleb back roughly and the spring releases. Caleb wails at the force of his orgasm and his cunt clenches hard around Fjord. He burns cold and buzzes hot. He feels his own wetness gush around Fjord, and Fjord purrs.
“So good. So good, Caleb.” And Fjord empties himself inside Caleb. Caleb lets Essek fall from his mouth so he can call their names. The fullness of Fjord’s come swells within Caleb, and a gentler, secondary orgasm trembles through his cunt.
If Caleb cared to know how much time passes before he is lucid enough to know what Fjord and Essek are doing, he would know. But he doesn’t care, so he doesn’t think about it; he only takes note of the fact that he is flat on his stomach on the bed with his head in Essek’s lap, and Essek is smoothing his hair from his face, and Fjord is easing the panties down his legs. He feels a gush of wetness at his entrance, and he isn’t sure if it’s from him, or the remnants of Fjord’s climax.
“Mmm, why are you taking them off?” He mumbles.
“Time to clean up, love,” Fjord says tenderly.
“Noooo …”
Essek beams at Caleb from above. “I am so very in love with you. You are very silly, sometimes.”
“I wasn’t done,” Caleb gripes in his lap, but he doesn’t resist when Fjord pulls the bottoms from his ankles. “I wanted to try something else.”
“If it’s mild enough, perhaps we can.”
Caleb doesn’t respond.
“Gods, Caleb, you’re a noodle right now.” He can hear the smile in Fjord’s voice. “What did you have planned?”
Caleb sighs and flips over. “I wanted to get both of you inside me at once.”
Essek covers his face but doesn’t do a very good job of hiding his blush. Fjord crawls to Caleb’s side. “While that is very tempting, you have to know your limits, Caleb.”
Caleb grumbles. Sure, he’s exhausted, but enough teasing and he’ll easily get worked up again. He thinks he could rile the two of them up just as much.
Fjord sees his pout and chuckles. “Let’s clean up, and then we’ll talk about what we could do tomorrow. It’s so late.”
Essek bends over and kisses Caleb on the tip of his nose. “We’re stopping because we care about you.”
“I know,” Caleb grunts.
Essek removes himself from behind Caleb’s head and scoots down to flank him with Fjord. He peppers kisses on Caleb’s cheek, neck, shoulders, arm, and finally plants a firm one on his lips. Fjord mirrors Essek on the other side.
“If you’d like, next time we could be in charge,” Fjord breathes into Caleb’s ear.
“Well, in the mean time, you two had better work on building up your stamina.” Caleb squishes himself closer to the two of them.
“It’s difficult to keep my head when you are the way you are,” Essek whisper. He lifts Caleb’s hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles.
Caleb tweaks his nipple. “Get over it.” He doesn’t admit it, but the exhaustion hangs heavy in his limbs and belly, so he pulls Fjord and Essek close. He’s determined to have as much of his skin touching theirs as possible, but little effort has to be made, as they both drape their arms around his middle and tuck their faces into his neck.