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Tighnari could blame many things on the alcohol flowing through his veins as he stumbled through the door of Alhaitham’s house, hardly waiting for the door to click shut before working his clothes off and onto the floor.
Maybe the bad decisions began at the start of it all—Dunyarzad’s eager smile as she invited Tighnari and Cyno to her house party. It had seemed so innocent at the time. A simple get together of friends to welcome Dunyarzad into the world of drinking now that she was recovering from the after effects of Eleazar.
Or he could blame the crate Alhaitham carried in: bottles of Mondstadt’s finest. Most of them could tuck back a whole bottle on their own, but combined with the Inazuman sake Dehya had scored and the fire-water Cyno snuck in, it was a deadly finish to their judgements.
Dehya was likely the most offensive culprit, leaning in as though telling a secret in semi-slurred speech as she placed an empty bottle on the middle of the coffee table.
“Let’s play spin the bottle!” she announced, drawing everyone’s attention from their easily forgotten side conversations.
“What?” Alhaitham sneered. “Are we 15?”
Kaveh elbows him roughly—probably rougher than he meant to. “I’m in! Drinking games are part of the culture, after all.”
“We are trying to give our dear Dunyarzad an authentic experience, aren’t we?” Dehya chuckles, leaning into the giggling drunk woman at her side.
“O-oh,” Nilou stutters. “Is this something you do often in the desert?”
Candace smiles serenely, and Tighnari is too drunk to know if she’s lying as she says; “You would be surprised how many disputes can be solved with a friendly round of spin the bottle.”
“It’s good for bonding!” Dehya adds.
“So long as no one harbors any unnecessary jealousy,” Cyno remarks. “It’s just a game, after all.”
“What are the rules?” Dunyarzad asks, a pleased smile on her face. While they had tried to pace her consumption, she managed several more drinks than they had intended with her skills as a child of strict parents.
“You just spin it,” Dehya explains. “And kiss whoever it lands on.”
“Oh!” she says. “That does sound fun!”
Looking around at his friends and finding no one revolting, Tighnari shrugs. “Let’s play, then.”
Alhaitham gives him something of a betrayed look.
“Time limit?” Candace asks, shifting to place her feet neatly on the floor.
“Three seconds minimum. Longer if you aren’t a coward,” Dehya snickers.
“Which we aren’t,” Kaveh adds, nudging Alhaitham gentler. “Right?”
“I have no interest in playing this “game” with you,” Alhaitham replies testily.
“Boring,” Cyno huffs, rolling his eyes.
Tighnari laughs softly. “It’s all for fun, Alhaitham. Lighten up a little.”
Oh how he’d eat those words in the most delectable of dishes.
“Or is the Acting Grand Sage too shy to kiss his friends—if he’d even admit he has them,” Cyno goads.
“Oh, you know he’s too good for us,” Kaveh sighs dramatically, falling back into the plush cushions of the Homayami’s couches. “He’d never agree to something so uncouth!”
“A shame,” Candace says, fingers connecting with the top of the bottle. “I would like the opportunity to get to know the Grand Scribe better.”
“Do we—do we have to use to-tongue?” Nilou splutters, cup clutched to her chest.
“You, darling? Course not,” Dehya purrs. Her eyes slide to Alhaitham, deadly as Candace gives the bottle a hard spin. “But the big guy over here? He’s gotta give us ten seconds and tongue if he wants to prove he’s not a coward.”
Alhaitham scowls, meeting Dehya’s gaze as the room fills with the sound of spinning glass. “I don’t have anything to prove to you.”
Dehya laughs, leaning back into the cushions herself. “Suit yourself. Maybe you’d rather watch, hm? Can’t say I blame you.” Her metal claws close gently around Dunyarzad’s thigh, pulling her closer. “We’ve got some beauties here tonight, haven’t we?”
Dunyarzad giggles again, but her eyes are trained on the bottle as it spins. Round and round, slowing in what feels like years as they all turn to watch it.
Tighnari watches it intently as it inches past Alhaitham and onto Tighnari himself for a few achingly long seconds before it stills completely, directly towards Cyno.
Cyno—blessed Cyno—looks up at Tighnari, a question along his raised brow. Tighnari nods once, and that’s all the permission Cyno needs to turn his gaze to Candace, inching closer.
Candace welcomes him into her space easily, drawing his chin into her hand to lead his lips up to hers. Their lips move slowly—almost chaste despite the lingering heat of the room.
Tighnari finds a heavy breath leaving his mouth, heart stuttering in his chest when they pull away, lips shimmering in the candlelight.
“Three seconds is kind of short,” Kaveh remarks, knocking back the rest of his cup. “I think ten is better.”
Cyno chuckles softly. “Then you can for yours, no one will stop you.” He leans forward, giving the bottle a twist.
The odds aren’t in his favor, but Tighnari doesn’t really mind as he watches it spin. As Cyno said, it was just a game between friends. He didn’t particularly mind if his boyfriend was kissing other people.
“You want to compete with Alhaitham, do you?” Candace hums. “Shame he’s not playing.”
Kaveh rolls his eyes heavily. “Because he doesn’t know how to have fun!”
“Your ideas of fun simply don’t align with mine,” Alhaitham remarks. “And that was my drink. Can’t you pay attention to what cup you’re picking up?”
“What?! You have no right to be saying that to me!” Kaveh snaps. He keeps talking, but the bottle slows to a stop in front of him, and Tighnari zeros in on Cyno instead.
Cyno is looking back at him, eyes wide and pleading. Again, Tighnari nods.
“If ten seconds is what he wants, who are we to stop him from playing?” He says, earning a resolute nod from Cyno in return.
“Huh? Oh!”
It seems Kaveh noticed it was his turn, breaking away from his spat with Alhaitham to find Cyno approaching rapidly.
Alhaitham leans away slightly as Cyno grabs Kaveh’s cheeks, hauling him into a kiss without fanfare. Cyno wastes no time, urging Kaveh’s mouth open with his talented tongue. The sounds send Tighnari’s ears stock straight, drinking in the shallow gasps for air from the blond. It seems he wasn’t prepared, on the back foot as his arms twine around Cyno’s waist and urge him closer. Cyno gets a knee braced on Kaveh’s spread thigh and fingers threading in his hair. A breathy sound escapes Kaveh’s lips as Cyno pulls gently. He squirms, tilting their heads to lick in deeper.
Alhaitham makes a soft noise, almost indecipherable in the suffocating and glorious noises of mouths in tandem. He shifts to the side, large thigh pressing against Tighnari’s own. He wonders if the sound was truly displeasure or maybe something similar to his own feelings.
Then Alhaitham speaks louder, scathing and precise as he pinches Cyno’s thigh roughly. “Ten.”
He jerks back, panting softly with a hunger in his eyes that mirrors the feeling stirring in Tighnari’s guts.
Dehya boos loudly as Kaveh catches his breath. “Don’t be a party pooper, Alhaitham!”
“Maybe if they weren’t on top of me, I wouldn’t be so inclined to stop them,” he growls, despite the fact that his attempt at getting away left him near on top of Tighnari.
“That just makes it better,” Dunyarzad giggles, hiding her blushing face in Dehya’s shoulder.
Alhaitham scoffs, but says nothing else as Kaveh spins the bottle.
It lands on Nilou, who looks up with abject fear on her face.
“Three seconds,” Kaveh offers, rising from his seat
Her shoulders relax. “No tongue?”
“None,” he confirms.
She smiles, and Kaveh pressed three chaste kisses to her lips and cheeks before sitting back down, leaving her giggling.
Nilou spins Dehya, who gives her chaste kisses in the same manner as Kaveh. Dehya sends it back to Candace, then Candace to Dunyarzad, and Dunyarzad back to Nilou.
Then finally the bottle stops on Tighnari.
Nilou hesitantly approaches, shuffling past Kaveh and Alhaitham. Tighnari meets her lips for a chaste kiss. The second is pressed to his forehead, and the third to hers. They giggle as she scampers back to her seat, and Tighnari sucks in a soft breath as he reaches out to spin the bottle himself.
The cool glass soothes the heat of his palm, spinning and spinning as he settles back on the couch.
It begins to slow at Candace, then rotates twice more before it finally comes to rest directly between Kaveh and Alhaitham.
“Guess that’s me,” Kaveh says, chipper.
Tighnari moves to stand, but Kaveh simply reaches over Alhaitham and fists the front of Tighnari’s shirt, tugging him into a rough kiss. His palms land on solid muscle, preventing him from cracking his teeth against Kaveh’s.
Alhaitham’s intake of breath is minuscule, but it echoes in his ears as Kaveh’s tongue urges his mouth open. Tighnari can’t help but kiss him back, head swimming with the alcohol and the rush of Alhaitham’s strong thigh under his fingertips. He squeezes lightly as Kaveh tilts his head to lick deeper, drawing another breath from Alhaitham.
Then Kaveh’s head is roughly yanked away from his own, leaving Tighnari leaning over Alhaitham’s lap with his tail twitching in excitement. Alhaitham’s hand falls from Kaveh’s hair as the blond splutters his protests, but the words themselves are lost as the Scribe’s other hand lands on Tighnari’s waist, yanking him back and down into the couch cushions. He finds himself effectively pinned to Alhaitham’s side as Kaveh crossly grabs the bottle, giving it another spin.
“Don’t encourage his brattiness,” Alhaitham hisses into the shell of his ear.
Tighnari shivers, distracted by the warm palm still on his waist. “I didn’t do anything.”
Alhaitham’s voice drops further, gruff from the burn of fire-water and the strength of his annoyance. “I bet you’d love it if Cyno whored you out, huh? You seem to be rather eager to be touching men who aren’t your boyfriend.”
Tighnari flounders for an answer, unable to deny the allure but too drunk to come up with a witty defense. “I-I—“
“You like being watched, don’t you?” Alhaitham continues, fingers digging into his side. “Even something as simple as a drunken game is enough to get you all worked up.”
Tighnari shudders, saved from having to answer by Dehya’s loud cheer as the bottle stops on her once again. Kaveh rises from the couch, and Alhaitham leans away from Tighnari to take up the extra space. His hand retreats as well, leaving Tighnari half-hard and dizzy, with his tail flicking excitedly in the pillows. Cyno meets his eye, a different question in the drunken blur of his eyes.
Are you okay?
Tighnari nods.
Cyno’s gaze drifts to Alhaitham, who watches Kaveh sit on Dehya’s knee passively. It drifts back to Tighnari, lips turning into a smirk. He doesn’t lean closer, merely whispering his words aloud into the space between them, knowing that only Tighnari’s ears could pick out the tones in the midst of their friends' jeering and the spincrystal flooding the room with music.
“Do you want more?”
Drunk and stupid, Tighnari nods again before his brain can convince him that it’s a bad idea.
Cyno smirks, turning back to the pair slowly separating, both panting with wild grins.
“Dehya’s a good kisser, you could stand to learn a few things if you played,” Kaveh says, standing with a stretch. His back pops, a satisfied sigh leaving his mouth before he comes back to their couch. Finding Alhaitham taking up half of his previous space, he simply wedges himself in the leftover space and swings his legs over Alhaitham’s.
“I thought scholars loved learning,” Dehya jeers, giving the bottle a spin. “But we always knew there was something wrong with this one.”
Alhaitham shrugs. “I take that as a compliment.”
Everyone chuckles, and the bottle slows to a stop on Cyno. Wicked, beautiful Cyno.
For once, Dehya rises to meet in Cyno’s space. Her knee rests on the couch next to his thigh and he pulls her down to meet his lips. Cyno wastes no time in pulling her closer, down onto his lap as their lips move.
Tighnari can’t help but watch with wide eyes, ears swiveling to pick up every minuscule noise produced by Cyno’s mouth. He looks good . Tighnari knew that. His boyfriend always looked good. But there was something stirring a little too deeply inside him as Cyno’s lips part, licking into Dehya’s mouth, as both of them were too stubborn to pull away first.
He hardly registers the warm body leaning into his own until thick fingers thread into the base of his tail, sending his eyes rolling back. The fingers stroke down the length of it, pinning his wriggling appendage to the cushions with a dark chuckle.
Alhaitham’s voice is a slow drawl, just shy of slurred as he murmurs into Tighnari’s ear, lips against the tip.
“Maybe you’d rather be the one watching… You wouldn’t even have to touch yourself, would you?” He chuckles again, stroking his fur lightly. “You should be careful with this, though. Lest you want everyone to know how much of a voyeur you are.”
“Shut up,” Tighnari breathes, hiking up his knee to chest to give his swelling cock more room to hide in the folds of his clothes.
Dehya pulls back with a wet sound, grinning wildly with Cyno’s hand on her hip.
“Kaveh’s right,” he muses. “You’re good.”
Dehya laughs brightly, ruffling his hair fondly before she removes herself from his lap and returns to Dunyarzad’s eager arms.
“Years of practice will improve any skill,” Candace says good-naturedly.
“Naturally,” Cyno hums, leaning forward to give the bottle a spin.
Mercifully—or maybe to his detriment—the bottle lands on Tighnari once more.
Cyno wastes no time, crowding into his space and locking their mouths together. Their friends laugh, but Tighnari struggles to focus on anything but his lover’s ferocity. Teeth catch his lip, sharp and careful. He draws in shuddering breaths, trying desperately not to moan as Cyno grabs his knee, forcing it to the side to give himself more room.
Alhaitham chuckles softly, earning a confused noise from Kaveh that is quickly drowned in Cyno’s breath mixing with his own. Tighnari grips his waist like a lifeline, claws digging into the bare skin of his sides. He’s sure the ten seconds have come and gone, but no one stops them. His only quarter comes when Cyno himself breaks away, their foreheads pressed together.
“I’ll spin for you,” he whispers, gently guiding Tighnari’s knee back up and over his aching hard-on. The others wouldn’t see it, if he was careful.
Everyone, that is, except Alhaitham.
Tighnari can’t look at him, cheeks flushed as the bottle spins.
Cyno…
Candace….
Dehya……
Dunzayard……..
Nilou……….
Kaveh………….
Alhaitham.
“I guess I have to spin again,” Tighnari says weakly, quietly despairing.
“I’ll play.”
Everyone turns to Alhaitham, eyes widening.
“That’s the spirit!” Dehya crows.
“It’s fun,” Nilou encourages. “You don’t have to go crazy.”
Alhaitham pushes Kaveh’s legs off of his own and leans into Tighnari space. He knows intrinsically that he will be ignoring Nilou’s suggestion.
He presses Tighnari back towards the arm of the couch, hand steady on his knee as he leans in to kiss him. Tighnari tries his best not to squirm, but Alhaitham rubs light shapes into his side and moans softly into his mouth. It’s lost in the cheers, but Tighnari feels like he’s drowning, arms twining around Alhaitham’s neck in search of stability.
Alhaitham’s thigh makes its way between his own, tantalizingly close. Sober enough to remember there’s still people watching, Tighnari whines quietly, muscles twitching with the force it takes to keep himself still.
“Come over after this,” Alhaitham whispers between the insistent presses of his mouth. “You two can stay the night.”
Tighnari can only nod helplessly as Alhaitham finally pulls back, a satisfied smirk on his face.
Dehya whistles. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Was your unwillingness to play this because you’d rather be playing Seven Minutes in Celestia?”
Alhaitham straightens, leaving Tighnari mentally floundering on his back whilst he spins the bottle.
“Not at all,” he says, a frown in his tone. “Don’t forget Dehya, some of us have appendages that you would rather avoid touching.”
Dehya laughs loudly as Nilou splutters something he can’t parse. He hears the thud of Kaveh’s smack to Alhaitham’s arm, in tandem with Tighnari’s own kick to the Scribe’s side.
“I’m not scared of a dick, Alhaitham. Are you projecting something onto me?” Dehya laughs.
Alhaitham rubs his side, throwing Tighnari an annoyed look before replying: “You’re not going to bait me into this argument. But if you must know, I’m not as inexperienced as you seem to presume.”
Kaveh smacks him again, and Tighnari watches the bottle slow to a stop on Dunyarzad.
“Well, Dehya?”
Dehya snorts, urging Dunyarzad up. “Show him something fun, my lady.”
Alhaitham rises as well, meeting her at the end of the coffee table. They start chaste, hands falling neatly and politely on the other's waist and shoulders.
Cyno cuts into his vision, grinning. “What did Alhaitham say?” he whispers.
“He wants us to come over,” Tighnari whispers back. “After the party.”
Cyno nods, leaning in to peck him on the cheek. “We’ll see how long you can last then, I thought you were hardier than this.”
Tighnari pushes him into the coffee table and scrambles back into a sitting position as the group erupts in laughter once more.
Even Alhaitham smiles as he rights the empty cup that had fallen over—thankfully the only casualty. Tighnari expects him to sit back down, but he instead makes his way towards the door.
“Aw, are you leaving already?” Nilou asks, leaning precariously over her chair to watch him go.
He nods, grabbing his shoes. “It’s late, isn’t it? I don’t intend to stay up all night for the sake of socializing.”
Dehya laughs louder, shaking her head as Nilou hops to her wobbling feet. Though swaying, she stays upright easily as she makes her way over to force Alhaitham into a goodbye hug.
“You’re the most boring man I’ve ever met,” Dehya says resolutely.
“Oh come on,” Candace scolds gently, rising as well. “You’ve met Hatim, haven’t you? I’ve never heard a man say so much and yet mean nothing all at once.”
Tighnari finds himself laughing as well, trying to settle himself. If Alhaitham was leaving, they probably should as well, lest he really go to bed before Tighnari had the chance to get back at him for the teasing.
“He’s kind, at least!” Dunyarzad offers. “Even if he is strange. And honestly, more entertaining than that poor storyteller at the cafe.”
Dehya snickers as Candace takes Nilou’s place, wrapping her arms around Alhaitham’s shoulders. She whispers something to him, but Tighnari can’t make out the individual sounds of the words before she lets him go and returns to the table.
“You know, we should probably send the boys home,” she remarks, stopping next to a drooping Kaveh. “We are all much too drunk already. We needn’t have any more.”
“Oh but I’m having fun! We can play a little longer, right?” Dunyarzad asks, eyes wide and pleading.
“A few more spins, yeah?” Dehya offers, much to Candace’s chagrin.
A few more… he could situate himself enough to get next door without exposing himself in that time, he was sure.
“That sounds good to us,” he says, getting a supportive nod from Cyno.
Candace sighs fondly. “Three more, then you need to get home before you can’t walk there yourselves.”
“Oh, we will be fine,” Cyno assures. “We can make sure Kaveh gets home safe too.”
Kaveh, who seemed to be dozing in the absence of a roommate to bother, perks up slightly. “But it’s not that far—“
“Right,” Tighnari affirms, tail wriggling in excitement. “You can leave it to us.”
“Well, okay,” Kaveh hums, stretching.
Dunyarzad reaches forward as Candace takes her seat once more, sending the bottle spinning. Seemingly uncaring if it lands on him, Kaveh stretches out on the couch, face rapidly coming way too close to Tighnari’s crotch.
“Hi,” Kaveh says, wriggling until his cheek reaches Tighnari’s thigh, dashing any hopes he had of not alerting the entire group of his situation.
“Hi,” Tighnari forces out, strained and awkward.
Kaveh squints at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” he yelps quietly. “Nothing at all—could you move? Please?”
Kaveh’s eyes narrow further. “Suspicious.”
“Kaveh—“
Kaveh ignores his voice, wriggling further until something brushes against Tighnari’s cock with enough friction to make him flinch. His eyes pinch shut, head sagging forward as his teeth sink into his lip to hold back a groan.
“K-Kaveh,” he whispers. “Please…”
He cracks open an eye to find Kaveh’s shot wide, smile slowly crawling onto his face. “You’re seriously hard right now?” He whispers. “From this? ”
“Shut up—archons , shut up!” he hisses, resisting the urge to push Kaveh onto the floor too.
He immediately regrets his sensibility on the matter. Kaveh smirks as he shifts more, giving his arm just enough room to sneak into the space between his face and Tighnari’s stomach.
“Your turn, Nilou,” Candace says in the distance.
Nilou? Shit—that was even less time!
“This why you’re walking me home?” Kaveh murmurs, fingers smoothing out the fabric of this pants. Tantalizingly close, not nearly enough, yet way too much all at once.
“Alha—shit . He invited us,” Tighnari gasps out, near-shivering as Kaveh brushes over his length with intention.
“Course he did,” Kaveh says, with a gentle roll of his eyes to accompany the shapes he outlines with his fingertips. “He gets so jealous, you know. Won’t ask me out—no. But acts all tough and bothered when I do things without him.”
Tighnari can’t breathe, afraid that any noise that leaves him will betray him in an instant. He looks to Cyno, desperate for help, only to find a sly smile on his lover’s face. He was enjoying his suffering!
“I can’t imagine how angry he’d get if I actually fucked someone else,” Kaveh muses, nuzzling into his thigh. “Wouldn’t you like to find out? It’s a good experiment, yeah?”
Gods, he did. He wanted nothing more than for Alhaitham to be furious, pounding into one of them with that adorable pout on his face. Would he still be angry, even when Tighnari had taken all of him inside? Or maybe he’d prefer to be penetrated himself, writhing on the mattress as they took turns with him until he got fed up and rode them himself. What sort of sounds would Kaveh make with Cyno’s mouth on him? Would it make Alhaitham more furious the more vocal Kaveh was?
“You’re twitching, darling,” Kaveh purrs.
“Hey lovebirds, Candace spun Kaveh!” Dehya calls, breaking them out of the heated stare. It’s almost merciful, because Tighnari has nothing to say in response.
“Watch,” Kaveh whispers, crawling to his feet. “You’ll like this.”
Though he has no doubts, it’s agonizing to force his gaze upwards as the two meet in front of him.
Kaveh pulls Candace in with a hand on her lower back. Their lips connect as their bodies mold together, a single line to follow as Kaveh’s hand dips down. He ghosts over the curve of her ass before gripping the back of her thigh, bringing her leg up to his side. Candace arches into him beautifully, arms loose around his neck and chest squished against his.
Was this how he intended to handle Tighnari? Handle Cyno? Would his hands wander so brazenly, gentle yet firm against their flesh?
Candace breaks away, a laugh filling the space between their mouths. “Feeling feisty now that Alhaitham has gone, are you?”
Kaveh rolls his eyes. “Of course not! Couldn’t it be that your beauty has captivated me?”
“I’m flattered,” she giggles as her leg returns to the ground. “But I do know better. Come, let’s collect your shoes.”
The two head towards the door, but Tighnari’s vision is quickly taken up by Cyno.
“Let’s go before they notice,” he whispers. “Or you’ll be hard pressed to keep this a secret. Get it? Because—“
“Yes I get it! Shut up!” he whispers back harshly.
Cyno snickers as he helps him up, blocking his body from view as he shifts awkwardly. He doesn’t have time to wonder if he’s done enough before Cyno leads him to the door and his shoes.
Cyno doesn’t even bother helping him put them on, simply tucking them under his arm and winding behind Kaveh to reach the door.
“Watch your step,” Candace says lightly. “A short walk does not ensure a safe one.”
“We know,” Cyno affirms. “Come on, Kaveh. He might’ve locked the door.”
Kaveh huffs, fumbling around in his pockets before producing a golden key. “Lucky for us, he didn’t steal mine this morning.” He holds it up, which Cyno quickly snatches. With just a bit more shuffling and quick goodbyes with Candace, the three of them are out the door and into the cool Sumeru night.
The cool stone under his heels is a welcome change from the heat of Dunyarzad’s living room. Alas, they are not outside for long.
It only takes a few strides for them to reach Alhaitham’s doorstep. Cyno gets the key in easily enough and the three of them stumble inside.
The moment the door clicks shut, Tighnari begins stripping off his clothes. Many things are left in the entryway—his shoes, Kaveh’s key, his outer layer. Articles of clothing litter the path to the divans, evidence of his desperation.
“Do you have lube?” He gasps, struggling with the buttons on his pants until Cyno’s hands take them from him.
“Do we—?! Of course we do!” Kaveh scoffs. “I’ll be right back.” He grabs Tighnari’s cheeks, hauling him up into a searing kiss before he’s gone and Cyno starts working his pants down around his ankles.
“You’re so cute,” Cyno purrs, kissing up his ribs before meeting his lips once more. “I’ll take Kaveh, okay? You focus on your revenge.”
Tighnari whines, freed from the need for silence but still holding back. “Archons, yeah. Stay in the same room?”
“As if I’d ever leave you,” Cyno snickers, nipping at his neck.
Cyno guides him onto the divan, working his underwear off rather clumsily. He can’t be bothered to care, kicking them off gratefully before Cyno’s hands descend upon him.
“Took you long enough.”
Tighnari whines, bucking up into Cyno’s hand as Alhaitham’s voice washes over his ears.
“I was beginning to think you’d lost your composure before you left,” Alhaitham drawls, hands bracing in the back of the divan to lean over him. “Seems like you barely made it.”
“Fuck me or shut your mouth,” Tighnari hisses out, breath stolen by Cyno’s tongue laving over his length.
“I don’t think I need to,” Alhaitham remarks, finger ghosting along the edge of his ear. “I think my open mouth is more than enough for you.”
Tighnari glares up at him despite the shudder that runs through his body. “Fuck me yourself, or I can have Kaveh do it.”
Alhaitham’s gaze darkens, but he makes no protest.
Cyno hums, pulling back just enough to speak. “I bet he would like to be able to sit back and do nothing. Everyone knows the Grand Scribe isn’t a man of action.”
“You’re right,” Tighnari sighs, capturing Alhaitham’s hand in his own. “Our poor, feeble scholar probably can’t keep up.”
His lips press into a thin line, caught between defending himself or admitting his lie.
“Damn, we should’ve waited longer to leave. He’s still awake,” Kaveh complains, entering the room in his boxers, holding a simple glass bottle.
“Excuse me?” Alhaitham snaps. “They’re here as my guests, not yours.”
Kaveh rolls his eyes, walking over with an extra flare in his steps. Though he wore rather low-cut tops, it wasn’t very often that Tighnari had the opportunity to appreciate his body. Kaveh was thin—lightly muscled across the planes of his stomach and thighs. Since moving in with Alhaitham, the sharp jut of his hip bones was beginning to smooth out, healthy weight returning to his frame.
“I could be Kaveh’s guest,” Cyno remarks. “Alhaitham didn’t ask me himself, after all.”
Kaveh grins, tilting his chin up in triumph as he sinks to his knees behind Cyno, draping across his back. “Well, I guess we can still have fun if he’s watching.”
“Who said I’ll just be watching?” Alhaitham rumbles, returning Tighnari’s grip to his hand finally—tight and firm.
“Oh? You’re participating?” Kaveh laughs, nuzzling into Cyno’s neck as his fingers work the cap off the bottle. “What a shock, I thought I’d have to host them all by myself.”
“Don’t worry,” Cyno murmurs, holding up his fingers to receive the clear liquid dripping from the bottle. “I’ll be a polite guest, which I’m sure you’re not used to.”
Tighnari bites back a sob as the cold liquid makes contact with his skin, slowly being rubbed in as Cyno spreads him open. Deft fingers dip into his entrance, soft and slow as he huffs out breaths.
“Don’t make assumptions about what he’s used to,” Alhaitham growls. “Lest you’d like a taste yourself.”
“Gods,” Tighnari gasps. “Yes!”
Kaveh pats his knee consolingly as Cyno works in a second finger properly. It wasn’t enough, barely stimulating as his drunken fingers focused on function rather than pleasure.
“It would be nice to fuck someone else for a change, wouldn’t it?” Kaveh hums, brushing Cyno’s hair away from his neck to press kisses along it. “Tighnari and I can compare notes—figure out who’s better.”
Tighnari squirms on his lover's fingers. “You already know who the answer will be.”
Kaveh smiles sweetly, pouring a small amount of lube onto his fingers. “I think I do.”
Alhaitham seethes above him, short and neat nails digging into Tighnari’s palm. “You—“
Tighnari yelps as a third finger—Kaveh’s finger—prods at his hole, cutting off the Scribe.
“You two are wearing far too much, you know. Even you, Cyno,” Kaveh hums, gently urging him aside as he slowly pumps his finger. “Take care of each other, would you?”
Cyno licks his lips, fingers leaving Tighnari with a wet noise. “You’re right. It’s a crime Alhaitham didn’t even try to prepare himself for us.”
“I don’t need to waste my time on preparations you’d rather do yourself anyways,” he responds, but raises no protest as Cyno rounds the divan to grab fistfuls of his collar and yank him down into a kiss.
“There we are, darling,” Kaveh murmurs, sliding three fingers in with little resistance as Tighnari shudders. “Focus on me, not them, okay?”
Tighnari nods helplessly, both hands now free to claw at the cushions as the sounds behind him increase in volume. Cyno moans, but he cannot be sure if it’s for Alhaitham’s benefit or Tighnari’s own. How could he choose one thing to focus on? Kaveh’s lips against his thighs could only be compared to tiny blessings littered across his skin while a chorus of angels sing to him in the moans of their partners.
“Good,” Kaveh purrs. “You’re doing so good.”
Then his fingers pass over the little bundle of nerves that has Tighnari seeing stars, clenching down around them. He groans, canting his hips down as Kaveh giggles into his skin.
“Archons, you’re cute like this,” Kaveh continues, guiding one of Tighnari’s legs over his shoulder. “Maybe I should take you for myself, hm? I bet they wouldn’t even notice.”
“For—for comparison's sake,” Tighnari gasps. “You probably should.”
Kaveh laughs again, pressing kisses upon his calf. “Can I, Nari? Can I fuck you?”
“Yes,” he breathes. “Please do.”
Kaveh works in a fourth finger, gentle as he opens him up. All the while, Cyno pushes Alhaitham onto the adjacent divan. He’d successfully discarded his cloak and shirt, now yanking off the gloves with his teeth as Alhaitham watched with widened eyes. Good. That meant whatever he expected, Cyno was excelling at, and maybe doing more. A small bit of pride burns in his chest as Kaveh’s fingers finally slide out of him. Kaveh glances at them, grinning.
“He’ll never admit it, but he loves being bitten,” he whispers. “Try it out, won’t you?”
“What about you?” Tighnari hums, enjoying the slight reprieve as Kaveh shimmies his boxers down. “What do you like?”
“You,” Kaveh replies easily, taking Tighnari’s ass into his hands and spreading him open. “How pliant you are, and how sweet you taste.”
Tighnari could sob as Kaveh’s cock sinks into him, warmth and fullness spreading through his bones like molasses. Kaveh takes him slowly, a gentle lover even with the alcohol clouding their minds. He squirms, desperate for more as Kaveh’s hands find his hips.
“F-fuck,” he gasps. “It’s—ha! A lot!”
“You’re doing so well,” Kaveh assures, eyelids fluttering in his own pleasure. “So beautiful.”
Tighnari moans for him, stars alighting under his skin once more as Kaveh begins to move. Steady hands guide his body up and down as Kaveh rocks into him, drawing forth more and more whines and pleas.
Kaveh leans forward, connecting their mouths for a third time that night, drinking in the sounds. This one, Alhaitham couldn’t interrupt. Tighnari twines his arms around Kaveh’s shoulders, securing his closeness as the slap of skin on skin echoes in his ears.
“You feel so good,” Kaveh mumbles against his lips.
Tighnari whines in response, clenching down around him to draw forth more sweet moans. He could come like this, fucked by his best friend while the sounds of his lover engaging with another man fill his ears.
But he has other plans tonight.
“Ka-aveh. Wait—wait, hold on,” he huffs, eyes rolling back.
Kaveh slows instantly, a soft grind to his hips as he waits, nosing along Tighnari’s jaw. “Hm?”
“I don’t want to cum—not yet. I’m so close.”
“Me too,” Kaveh sighs blissfully. “I want to cum on Cyno’s cock. Can I? Will you let me, Nari?”
“Gods, yeah. But we have t-to stop.”
Kaveh stills his hips fully, capturing Tighnari in another insistent kiss before finally pulling back, leaving them both hissing as his cock slips out.
“You look like you’re having fun,” Alhaitham scoffs.
When Tighnari turns to look at them, Cyno still has him pinned. Hands above his head and muscles flexing with his muted protests, Alhaitham was a dream. His pants have been shucked around his ankles, cock straining against the thin fabric of his underwear.
“Don’t they?” Cyno hums, rolling his own bare cock against the bulge below him. “You could be too, if you wanted to play nice.”
“Cyno likes to bite,” Tighnari whispers, Kaveh’s grin only widening.
“Aren’t they a pair,” Kaveh replies fondly, placing one last kiss to Tighnari’s face before he rises.
Alhaitham regards him suspiciously, teeth bared as Cyno continues his shallow rocking. “What are you doing?”
“Trading,” Kaveh replies simply, resting his knee on the divan next to Alhaitham’s side before pulling Cyno up into a kiss.
Cyno hums, pleased, but doesn’t let go of Alhaitham’s wrists. He leans into Kaveh’s touch as much as he can without drifting too far.
“Cyno,” Alhaitham hisses, bucking his hips in an attempt to dislodge him.
Tighnari shuffles to his feet as Cyno breaks away from Kaveh’s mouth to laugh. “Grab the oil, Tighnari. Kaveh still needs prepped.”
“Right,” he breathes, snatching up the bottle.
Cyno wriggles forward, centering himself on Alhaitham’s chest. “Here, love, your toy is ready,” he purrs, gesturing down with his head.
Alhaitham spits something in a language Tighnari doesn’t know, but Kaveh snickers in response, reaching back towards Tighnari with fingers outstretched. “He’s excited, promise.”
Tighnari nods rapidly, transfixed as Cyno scoots forward just a little more, cock bobbing over Alhaitham’s mouth. The Scribe glares up at him, malice in his dilated pupils.
The bottle passes into Kaveh’s hands and Tighnari receives a gentle nudge towards the tensed thighs of the Scribe. He obeys, crawling onto the divan between them. For a moment, he simply appreciates the view of Cyno’s back and the planes of Alhaitham’s stomach down to his throbbing cock.
Ever merciful, Tighnari hooks his fingers into Alhaitham’s waistband and works his underwear off, taking the time to run his hands along his ass and thighs as he goes. Everything about Alhaitham was big, from the huge pecs forcing Cyno’s legs apart to the thighs Tighnari sat between to his dripping cock.
His ears twitch as Kaveh’s gasps, quickly dipping into a moan when a slick noise accompanies his voice. Tighnari can’t help but grin, finally wrapping his fingers around Alhaitham.
Bigger than Tighnari himself, probably bigger than Cyno and Kaveh too. Well, Kaveh recommended the best way to test such a thing.
Tighnari plants a kiss between Cyno’s shoulder blades as he hovers over Alhaitham’s cock, steadying himself as he adjusts them.
“Good,” Cyno breathes, hips moving slowly. Tighnari can’t see it, but his mind paints a pretty clear picture as Alhaitham makes a muffled sound, somewhere between complaint and pleasure at the cock in his mouth.
The muffled noise morphs into a low groan as Tighnari urges the tip inside, letting out his own shuddered breath. Each inch he sinks down earns more delectable sounds from his partners. Cyno keeps murmuring praises, and though he can’t be sure who they’re truly for, they go straight to his head.
A loud curse from Alhaitham alerts him both that the Scribe’s mouth was freed, and that his success at seating himself fully was appreciated. He grinds his hips down, earning another swear.
Cyno snickers, spinning just enough to press a kiss to Tighnari’s lips once more before he hops down. “You look so good,” he murmurs.
“So do you,” Tighnari breathes, voice hitching as Alhaitham uses the newfound freedom to thrust up into him.
He gets only a glimpse of Kaveh leaning over the other divan and Cyno following eagerly before Alhaitham sits up, forcing Tighnari backwards into the throw pillows and his cock deeper still.
“You’re just as much of a brat,” Alhaitham hisses, gathering Tighnari’s wrists in one large palm and pinning them above his head.
Panting, Tighnari grins. “I might be. What are you gonna do about it?”
A tiny smile quirks at Alhaitham lips before the scowl settles back over his face. Louder he says, “Kaveh’s safeword is Haravatat.”
“It’s yours too!” Kaveh snaps.
“That would require me to us—“
“Shut up,” Tighnari huffs. “Ours is Ascomycota.”
“What? Like, mushrooms?” Kaveh asks.
“Yeah,” Cyno snorts. “Don’t ask more questions now, or we’ll have to stop for him to answer them.”
Alhaitham attempts to muffle his laugh into Tighnari’s hair, but it only makes the sound all the more clear in his ears. It sets off floods of butterflies in his stomach, dizzying and blissful.
“Move, please,” he breathes. “Gods I need it.”
“Patience,” Alhaitham replies softly, grinding into him just as Kaveh had done before. “Let them get started; I know you want to watch.”
“Fuck,” he whines, squirming. The intention of shame stirs within him, coupled with the knowledge that he really wasn’t ashamed at all. Maybe he should be ashamed of that too. All he really knows is that he adores the sounds of Cyno’s pleasure, and he can’t possibly stand it if he isn’t given the same allowances. “Kiss me, Haitham.”
Be it mercy or vengeance, Alhaitham captures Tighnari’s lips with his own. It’s just as forceful as it was back on the Homayani’s couch, but the shallow thrusts accompanying it make it hard to return the intensity in kind.
His ears swivel, mapping out impressions of Kaveh and Cyno’s movements. The wet smack of Cyno’s mouth across his chest. Kaveh’s keens as Cyno’s fingers plunge into him. The gasps Cyno lets out as Kaveh finally gets his hands on his cock. Tighnari tries to turn his head to watch—confirm with his eyes what his ears tell him is true—but Alhaitham’s fingers hold his jaw steady. There’s nowhere to go but his mouth, tasting of fire-water and whatever dish Dehya had brought. Tighnari had declined to eat it, citing his sensitive nose and tongue. Tasting it now, he was inclined to believe her to be an excellent cook.
Kaveh’s low moan earns Tighnari a particularly sharp thrust and a growl hidden in the back of Alhaitham’s throat. Tighnari breathes out a laugh, sinking his teeth into Alhaitham’s lip. The scribe grunts, pulling away slightly.
“He sounds so pretty,” Tighnari teases, turning his head just enough to capture Alhaitham’s thumb between his teeth. He gnaws gently, watching the way his eyes widen and feeling how his cock twitches. “I’m so jealous you get to hear him all the time…”
“Come watch sometime,” Alhaitham spits, shoving his thumb in further and pulling Tighnari’s head to the side. His breath ghosts hot and wet over the tip of Tighnari’s ear as it’s snapped between his teeth for a sharp, stinging moment. “As I said, we wouldn’t even have to touch you.”
As much as he longs to protest, the fingers in his mouth render him rather incapable of speech. Furthermore, his eyes land on the beautiful, pliant spread of Kaveh’s body and the sharp thrusts of Cyno’s hips into him. How could anyone need anything more than that?
At long last, Alhaitham increases his pace. Tighnari clenches down around him as he moves, canting his hips down to meet him. He whines, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he realizes that Alhaitham’s thrusts are in time with Kaveh’s cries and not his own. It’s a special kind of pleasure—one that threatens to consume him.
“Cyno— Faster—“ Kaveh keens, arching into the divan.
Cyno merely grunts in response, hiking one of Kaveh’s legs over his shoulder. He hammers into the blond, putting his cock on display as it flops against his stomach, similarly untouched like Tighnari’s. Alhaitham grumbles wordlessly and moves the hand in Tighnari’s mouth to his waist, pulling him down with each thrust.
“He’s so pretty,” Tighnari breathes, struggling to free his hands.
“I know,” Alhaitham grunts.
“He felt so good inside me—does he fuck you too?” He rambles. “Does he finger you open so gently? Ask so politely when he bends you in half?”
Alhaitham’s thrusts grow rougher, fingers cinching around his wrists.
“He looked so beautiful above me. I bet he’s even better below. Do you ride him, Alhaitham? Bounce yourself on his cock til you cry?” Tighnari shudders at the mental image, barely holding himself together as Alhaitham brushes against his prostate. “Or do you spread him out like Cyno has? Fuck him stupid—make him forget everything but your name and the feeling of you inside him?”
“I wish you would forget how to speak,” he snaps.
“Hah, I guess you’re not good enough,” Tighnari replies, ears filled with Kaveh’s sobs for Cyno.
Alhaitham growls, deadly as he recaptures Tighnari’s lips with his own just to shut him up. It seemed his plan was working. Alhaitham pistons into him, lethal and deliciously sliding against his prostate more often than not.
Across the room, Cyno murmurs to Kaveh. “You’re taking me so well. It’s like you were designed to fit in my arms.”
Tighnari whines, finally wriggling his hands free. Alhaitham doesn’t stop him as he threads his fingers into the man’s hair, holding him close. He pulls their mouths apart for a pleading moment.
“You’ll cum inside, won’t you?”
Alhaitham swears in a foreign tongue, slamming their lips back together and shifting to grab the backs of Tighnari’s thighs. His legs are forced upwards, eyes rolling back as Alhaitham slams in deeper.
“Look, he’s close,” Kaveh gasps quietly. “Tighnari’s really worked him up.”
“Never doubt a fox’s tongue,” Cyno replies, equally as quiet as he earns himself a drawn out moan.
Tighnari squirms at the compliments, squeezing around Alhaitham as best he could. Alhaitham was close—Tighnari was too. He breaks away from their kiss to bury his face in the scribe’s neck, sinking his teeth into his skin. His thrusts grow more errant, grunts clipped and sharp.
“A-ah! Cyno—“
Alhaitham groans as his hips stutter to a halt, warmth flooding Tighnari’s insides. He whines in response, trying to urge Alhaitham to continue moving as his own orgasm hangs tantalizingly just out of reach.
“Look at them,” Alhaitham breathes, offering the slowest of grinds. “Think about how good they look—how much you want to be between them. Listen to their voices.”
Tighnari whines as his head is forced to the side again, eyes focusing in on the drag of Cyno’s hips and the darkness of his hand against the flushed tan skin of Kaveh’s cock.
“Fuck,” Cyno pants. “Kaveh— you feel so fucking good.”
“I sh-ould be telling you that,” Kaveh gasps, fingers clawing in the cushions.
“Tell me, then,” Cyno says, nipping at his calf. “Tell me how good I’m fucking you. How much you prefer it.”
Kaveh whines, head tilting back. “It’s so good— you’re so good. Fuck, you know what you’re doing with your hands. Please, harder— then you’ll be perfect.”
Cyno growls, slamming in with renewed purpose as Kaveh screams in pleasure.
“Can’t even make him lie for a quick orgasm,” Alhaitham scoffs. “We can admit that I’m better, can’t we?”
He grinds forward again, lighting stars across Tighnari’s body.
“Good boy,” Cyno purrs.
Tighnari’s eyes roll back, nerves on fire as his cock spasms, shooting cum across his stomach. Alhaitham kisses him gently, rocking into him as he rides out the sizzling high.
Hands slip into his hair, fingers brushing the strands back before wrapping around his ears. Cyno and Kaveh’s noises of coupling become muted as Alhaitham’s palms press lightly over the inner base of his ears. The muted sense offers a much needed reprieve as his body shivers in the aftershocks. Alhaitham shifts slightly, pressing kisses along his jaw instead of his panting mouth.
“There we are,” Alhaitham murmurs as Tighnari’s breathing begins to even out.
“I’m okay,” he assures. “Let me hear— I want to hear them finish.”
The palms slip away, through to the ends of his hair and away from his head. As he refocuses on the grunts and groans of their partners, Alhaitham scoops a piece of white fabric off the floor and lazily wipes Tighnari’s stomach with it. He curses softly as he eases himself out of Tighnari’s ass.
“Thanks,” he breathes.
Alhaitham grunts wordlessly, shuffling Tighnari into a half upright position before settling down against his chest, the fabric protecting him from Tighnari’s sticky skin.
Tighnari runs his fingers through Alhaitham’s hair, watching Cyno force Kaveh’s hips further up the divan.
“He’s gonna complain about being sore for days,” Alhaitham grumbles.
Tighnari laughs softly, affection blossoming in his chest. “You’ve done worse.”
“I’m going to do worse,” he growls lowly, a threat and a promise.
Kaveh whines loudly as a feral growl leaves Cyno’s mouth, hips stuttering. Kaveh grinds back against him, keening as lines of white spurt across his torso. Tears leak at the corners of his eyes as Cyno keeps going, fucking him through the high whilst chasing his own.
“So pretty,” Tighnari sighs, satisfaction settling into his bones as Cyno’s fingers dig into Kaveh’s hips a final time. He cums with another growl and a shudder, head resting against Kaveh’s calf as he catches his breath.
Alhaitham nuzzles against his chest, placing a gentle kiss against his pec. “He can look even better.”
Tighnari laughs softly. “Are you sure? Even you look good with Cyno over you.”
Cyno shoots them a glance, amusement in his eyes as he lowers Kaveh’s leg. He eases himself out in the same motion, drawing another whimpered groan from the blond.
“What’s your verdict?” Tighnari asks, amused as Cyno urges Kaveh to lay properly on the divan.
“I dont know…” Kaveh sighs, throwing an arm over his forehead. “I think we are too drunk, we’ll have to do it sober to be sure.”
“If you can’t decide if he’s any good, then you have your answer,” Alhaitham grumbles.
Kaveh scoffs. “Actually, Cyno is amazing . I just can’t trust my memory that you are any good!”
“Let me give you a refresher, then,” he growls, pushing himself up.
Tighnari makes a small sound of protest, only to be pacified with another swift kiss to his lips. After a moment of consideration, Alhaitham leans down to kiss him properly, sweet and gentle until Tighnari relaxes back into the pillows. “Come watch properly, it’s better up close.”
“Hayi, I’m tired,” Kaveh complains as Alhaitham fully stands up.
“Then let’s go to the bedroom,” he says simply. “You can pass right out once we’re done.”
Cyno rolls his eyes, then plants another kiss to Kaveh’s lips. “You know what to say to get him to leave you alone.”
Kaveh pouts, but says nothing at all.
Tighnari can’t help the small thrill that runs through him as Alhaitham grabs Cyno’s arm. He pulls him gently to his side, then glances back at Tighnari.
“Why don’t you help Kaveh to the bedroom? We’ll meet you there.”
“O-oh okay,” he says, clambering to his feet. He gives an inquisitive look to Cyno, who merely shrugs.
“He’s plotting something,” Kaveh grumbles, taking Tighnari’s hand and letting him haul him to his feet. And although he was instructed to help, Tighnari merely follows as Kaveh leads the way. Notably to Alhaitham’s bedroom and not his own.
“Is this where he wants us?” Tighnari muses.
“I don’t care,” Kaveh huffs. “If someone’s sheets are getting stained, it won’t be mine! He already used my shirt as a cumrag!”
“When did he—“ Tighnari remembers the familiar fabric that wiped his stomach clean. “Oh. Sorry.”
“Whatever,” Kaveh says, hopping onto the edge of the bed. “Come here. If they’re going to tell secrets, I’m sure as hell getting another kiss.”
Tighnari laughs softly, standing between Kaveh’s knees and pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Like that?”
“Insufferable,” Kaveh murmurs, guiding him into a proper kiss once more. Kaveh leans back, taking Tighnari with him as he falls into the comforter. Together they roll snickering into the middle, settling into each other between soft presses of their lips.
He could be content like this, Tighnari mused. Wrapped up in Kaveh’s arms and properly filled. If Cyno and Alhaitham joined them, it would be even better. Yet, he was not foolish enough to believe that they were intending to rest just yet. Alhaitham wanted Cyno in on a plan that Tighnari was not supposed to know about. And something about it involved pleasuring Kaveh.
He had some sneaking suspicions. And a small desire to help, if only a little.
Though it hadn’t been very long since their first orgasms, Tighnari finds that both Kaveh’s and his own cock respond positively to his hand brushing over them.
“Shit,” Kaveh mumbles, hips grinding forward slightly.
Tighnari hums, pumping his hand along Kaveh’s length slowly. “Can you think of other things you like now?”
“When it’s too much…” Kaveh‘s eyes flicker away from his. “I think that bastard has conditioned me to like it.”
“Overstimulation,” Tighnari muses gently, own arousal building as the cock in his hand begins to stiffen. “I think he just likes to see you cry.”
“Probably,” Kaveh huffs. “A dacryphiliac and a voyeur… What weird shit is Cyno into? I can’t just bed someone normal, can I?”
Tighnari nips at his jaw, tugging slightly harsher. “I don’t think it’s that strange. You’re the one who almost pulled my cock out in front of the whole party.”
“Ah, okay, yeah.” Kaveh squirms slightly. “I’m drunk, in my defense.”
“Idiot,” Tighnari says fondly. He shifts, slotting his own cock next to Kaveh’s in between his fingers. “So am I.”
Kaveh sighs blissfully, hand falling to his hip. “We should do this sober.”
“Agreed,” he says, rutting into his hand shallowly.
Words fail to be necessary as Kaveh presses their mouths together once more, content in their shallow thrusts and languid kisses.
It’s like this that Cyno and Alhaitham find them—Kaveh too distracted to notice their entry and Tighnari enjoying himself too much to pay them any mind.
“You’re getting cum on my comforter,” Alhaitham complains, offering a soft smack to Kaveh’s ass.
Kaveh yelps, hips jumping forward into Tighnari’s in an attempt to escape the strike. “So what?!”
“Now it’s a cumforter,” Cyno says, earning himself three very exhausted glares. If anything, it makes him look more proud.
“Low hanging fruit,” Tighnari mumbles, attempting to guide Kaveh back down into a kiss, only to have the architect tugged away by Alhaitham’s steady hands.
Cyno shrugs. “I thought it was rather obvious that I don’t mind low ha—“
“If you’re trying to make a joke about balls, stop while I’m still hard,” Kaveh interrupts, waving his hand flippantly while Alhaitham fights a smile.
“No fun,” Cyno mutters, offering Tighnari his hand.
Tighnari takes it, letting himself be guided off the bed. “Where am I going?”
“Right here,” Cyno hums, urging him to his knees at the side of the bed. “Alhaitham thinks you’d like a show, and I’m inclined to agree.”
“A show?” Tighnari questions, settling to sit on his heels.
Cyno nods with another hum. “Hands off, okay?”
“Of Kaveh?”
“Of everything ,” Cyno corrects. “Including yourself.”
Frowning, Tighnari presses his palms to the floor. His cock gives a soft twitch, as though protesting the notion as well.
“Good,” Cyno says, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “Now relax, and enjoy the show.”
Tighnari does not lift his frown, calculating as Cyno hops onto the edge of the bed. On the other side, Alhaitham and Kaveh’s hands both move rapidly through the air. Sign language? Whatever Alhaitham was planning, he was taking several precautions to ensure Tighnari couldn’t overhear it. He is left to watch silently as their conversation comes to a close. Kaveh seems pleased, at least. He leans back onto the bed, rolling across it to reach Cyno.
“Thank you,” Kaveh says, pressing a kiss to Cyno’s lips while Alhaitham makes his way around the bed.
Alhaitham runs a critical eye over Tighnari. “Can you be trusted, or do we need to tie your hands back?”
“I’m fine,” Tighnari replies with a slight roll of his eyes. “I can follow simple instructions.”
“Good boy.”
As fun as it would be to resist the lurch in his soul at the words, Tighnari finds himself relaxing. It was a familiar feeling, slipping into a state of mind in which he knew he would not be the one making decisions. Rare was it that he was able to do such a thing. As fulfilling as they were, his days were long and his night could be longer depending on the circumstances. Tighnari had to be alert and in charge from the time he awoke to the time he went to bed. It was easy to pass the reins over to someone else, safe in the knowledge that his input was no longer needed.
Alhaitham sits stoically on the bed, shifting pillows around to sit behind Kaveh before urging him away from Cyno and back into the fashioned throne. Alhaitham himself then shuffles around to lay on his stomach, head resting on the junction of Kaveh’s hip.
Cyno takes one of Kaveh’s legs in his hands, resting it on his lap. Alhaitham urges the other open, exposing the red ring of Kaveh’s perineum.
“Watch closely,” Alhaitham says, staring a hole into Tighnari’s eyes.
He nods slowly, watching as Alhaitham lifts his hand. Cyno’s mouth falls open, tongue out. Two of Alhaitham’s fingers land upon it with precision, lips closing around them with a tiny wet smack.
Kaveh draws in a shuddering breath, eyes wide as they meet Tighnari’s for a mere moment before being captured back by the slow drag of Alhaitham’s fingers in and out of Cyno’s mouth.
Time slips away as Tighnari watches, uncertain how long Alhaitham spends drawing shapes against his tongue. Eventually, he pulls his hand away, leaving Cyno panting softly. Kaveh’s gaze follows the motions until the fingers come into gentle contact with the underside of his cock, sending his eyes rolling back.
Alhaitham drags his fingers down, along the shaft and the seam of Kaveh’s balls before circling his hole. It seemed as though he was finished wasting time, plunging a finger inside.
“Shit,” Kaveh hisses, thighs tensing.
Tighnari’s claws dig into the plush rug beneath him, eyes trained on the transparent white fluid coating Alhaitham’s finger with every shallow thrust. A second finger quickly joins the first inside Kaveh’s eager body. He’s spread open, messy and dripping with the evidence of Cyno still inside him. Tighnari almost misses Alhaitham’s first lap at Kaveh’s twitching cock, transfixed.
Cyno’s fingers gently wrap around Kaveh’s cock, pumping once before guiding him into Alhaitham’s mouth. He even hazards brushing the Scribe’s bangs out of the way before his hand returns to Kaveh’s leg.
Kaveh’s moans fill the air as Alhaitham steadily bobs his head, fingers beginning a steady pace inside him. A third slips in without resistance, drawing a particularly loud gasp from the blond.
“You’re doing so well,” Cyno murmurs, pressing a kiss to Kaveh’s shin.
A whine bubbles in Tighnari’s throat, ears pinning back. His claws extend fully, painfully hard and throbbing at the praise that wasn’t even for him.
Cyno chuckles softly. “So good for us… right, Nari? Isn’t Kaveh being so good?”
“Shut u—ah!” Kaveh groans, tensing at a harsh thrust. His hips raise slightly, only to be held down by Alhaitham’s large hand.
Tighnari squirms, his focus now divided between the twists of Kaveh’s face and the ministrations across his body. “So good,” he breathes. “Absolutely perfect.”
Kaveh whines, unable to sit still but left with nowhere to go. Alhaitham swallows him down with ease, fingers practiced and precise. He draws back up, tongue sliding across the top teasingly before dipping back down to the base in a smooth motion. Kaveh swears in combinations Tighnari has never heard, fingers appearing on Cyno’s bicep in a vice grip as he convulses. Tighnari follows the lines of his tensing body right down to Alhaitham’s throat swallowing around him.
“There’s the first one,” Cyno says sweetly, littering Kaveh’s leg in more kisses as he continues to curse. One of Cyno’s hands releases him, drifting to the general’s own hardened length.
“Wait—fucker, I just came—“ Kaveh breaks off with what can only be described as a howl, thighs shaking with the effort to close, only to be held steady by their partner’s strong arms.
Alhaitham lets out a breathy laugh around Kaveh’s length, fingers curling with renewed purpose inside him.
Tighnari feels lightheaded, breathing shallow as his hands release the fibers of the rug. His neglected cock twitches eagerly, desperate for anything to send him over the edge as well. His hand hovers above it, tantalizingly close.
“Tighnari,” Cyno snaps, voice lowering into the threatening timbre of the General Mahamatra. “Hands off.”
His claws latch back into the rug in an instant, ears stock straight to capture any command his lover might dare to give. It was rare that he used such a tone in bed, but fuck if Tighnari didn’t love it. His tail thrashes behind him, intent on showing his interest and admiration even when his throat felt clogged with the force it took to hold himself in check.
“Oh fuck, fuck! Haitham—“
Kaveh’s voice turns to senseless babble, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as his body shudders once more. Alhaitham’s fingers finally slow, holding Kaveh down as his hips threatened to rise.
Tighnari shudders, a ripping sound filling his ears alongside Kaveh’s breathless whimpers. The fibers under his claws tear in the force of his grip, leaving them with nothing but the skin of his palms to dig into as Alhaitham’s fingers gently work free of Kaveh’s twitching hole.
He lifts himself off of Kaveh’s cock, licking his lips. “Would you look at that, he does need something more,” he comments dryly, eyes flickering over Tighnari scathingly.
“Hardly,” Cyno muses. He gently releases Kaveh’s leg, urging it up onto the bed. Boneless and teary-eyed, Kaveh follows his instruction without so much as a murmur of complaint. “You remember my suggestion, don’t you?”
“Of course,” Alhaitham replies with a frown. Instead of drawing Kaveh into his arms, he situates their swaying partner against Cyno’s back. Kaveh melts into him, humming contently even as Alhaitham settles back into his stomach.
“Tighnari,” Cyno calls. “Come here.”
As he scrambles forward, Cyno hikes one leg onto the bed behind Alhaitham, leaving plenty of room for the scribe to slot between them. Kaveh continues humming softly, fingers trailing over Cyno’s abs. Tighnari's ears swivel as Cyno turns his attention fully to Alhaitham
“I enjoy your mouth more when it’s occupied,” Cyno purrs, running his thumb over Alhaitham’s lips.
“Funny,” Alhaitham comments dryly. “I feel the same about yours.”
Cyno grins as he guides his cock back into Alhaitham’s mouth. Tighnari imagined he had looked just as gleeful and smug the first time, but Alhaitham pays him little mind now. He devotes himself to his task fully, just as he had with Kaveh.
“If only he was this docile with me,” Kaveh murmurs wistfully. One hand drifts to Alhaitham’s head, running through the soft strands of his hair as he shallowly bobs his head. “So much cuter when he’s not being a brat.”
Alhaitham’s eyebrows pinch together, but Kaveh’s hand keeps him from pulling off to protest verbally.
“You mean like you?” Cyno groans, thighs twitching in the effort to keep his hips still. His head tips back, pressing against Kaveh’s.
Kaveh grumbles something of a complaint at the betrayal, but Tighnari can’t focus on the muffled words—not with the sounds Alhaitham was making. The slick sounds of his mouth, his minuscule intakes of breath, each muffled groan. He was right. Tighnari didn’t need anything to touch him. He was going to cum from the sound of what he wanted alone. Alhaitham didn’t even need to say anything at all to make Tighnari feel like he was drowning.
Cyno—blessed, wicked, beautiful Cyno—moans loudly, hips giving in to tiny stuttering thrusts. He meets Tighnari’s wide gaze, eyelids drifting open and closed with the waves of his pleasure. His voice is low, sultry and commanding as he speaks: “C’mon, Nari. Come for me—for us.”
A broken whine leaves Tighnari’s mouth, head dipping as his body shudders. Thick spurts of cum cover the shredded rug, staining the dark fibers white.
“That’s it,” Cyno breathes. “Good boy.”
Tighnari’s head snaps back up, eyes turning to pleading as he inches closer. “I— can I? Touch you— I mean. Please?”
Cyno lets out a shaken exhale. “Yeah, come get your reward, love.”
Sensing his intentions, Kaveh pulls Alhaitham off of Cyno as Tighnari all-but lunges for him. Something like an amused snort leaves the Scribe, but everything else fades away as he finally gets his mouth on Cyno. His fingers scrabble to find purchase on Cyno’s thighs. The firm flesh gives under his nails—enough to leave crescent indents across him without breaking the skin.
Cyno yanks him forward, hips canting into Tighnari’s mouth without so much as a warning. He sets a brutal pace, entrusting Tighnari to keep his teeth out of the way and precious little else. Tighnari gladly does as he’s asked, mind surging with pleasure with each drag of Cyno’s cock across his tongue.
Growled curses leave Cyno’s lips as he thrusts forward, cock twitching before spilling into Tighnari’s mouth. Tighnari’s own jolts once more, dripping onto the floor whilst he swallows down his lover’s cum. His eyes roll back, brainless pleasure flooding his senses.
“Shit,” Cyno breathes, pulling Tighnari off of him gently.
He swallows thickly, vaguely aware of the tear spilling down his cheek. “Shit,” he agrees.
“That was so fucking hot,” Kaveh mutters, nuzzling against Alhaitham.
Tighnari nods absently, brain still fuzzy around the edges. He rests his forehead against Cyno’s thigh, letting his hands slip down into his lap. Fingers card through his hair, rubbing soothingly at the base of his ear.
“C’mere,” Cyno murmurs, hands slipping down to Tighnari’s shoulders, then under his arms to urge him up and onto the bed. He hums, following the command simply. He finds himself drawn into Cyno’s arms, someone else’s chest leaning against his back. Possibly Kaveh? He isn’t sure, but they draw a gentle hand down his side.
A contented purr rumbles in his chest. Things feel right. It feels perfect when a third hand—Alhaitham’s, probably—runs along his ear in a gentle rub. Cyno presses a kiss to the crown of his head, fingers scratching at the base of his neck. Kaveh wriggles closer still, kissing the space between Cyno’s arms across his shoulders.
“We should do this again sometime,” Cyno comments.
Alhaitham snorts. “Sure, but you owe me a new rug.”
Tighnari finds a laugh bubbling in his chest as the fuzziness begins to fade. “Sorry.”
“No—don’t be,” Kaveh says. “I’ve been trying to get him to replace it for months.”
Alhaitham huffs and Tighnari imagines him rolling his eyes. The bed shifts, then springs up as someone gets up.
“Where are you going?” Kaveh protests, leaning away and towards their escaping partner.
“To get a washcloth, lest you intend to spend the entire night still sticky from your own spend.”
Kaveh huffs out something that could have been an insult, but ultimately snuggles back in next to Tighnari while Alhaitham exits.
“How do you feel? Both of you,” Cyno asks, arms falling from around Tighnari’s shoulders to his waist.
“Exhausted,” Kaveh grumbles. “Three is a stupid number; it’s a miracle I’m not already asleep.”
Tighnari giggles, rubbing his cheek against Kaveh’s arm. “But you’re so pretty when you cum, you can’t fault us for wanting to see it over and over again.”
“If I were any less attracted to you right now, I would kick you,” Kaveh assures him.
“Duly noted.”
Cyno snorts softly, drawing shapes into Tighnari’s side. “You didn’t answer the question.”
“Coming back,” he muses. “Also tired.”
“But happy?” Cyno presses.
“Blissful,” he assures, twisting to press a kiss to Cyno’s cheek.
“Super happy,” Kaveh agrees. “Especially about the rug.”
“I’m going to pick out the same one,” Alhaitham claims as he enters, a pair of warm washcloths in his hand.
“No, you are not! I’m going with you to pick it out!”
“Oh, look at that. This bed is a mess. Looks like we must sleep elsewhere. Come on, Tighnari.”
Kaveh huffs out a protest, but quiets as one of the cloths is deposited on his chest. Cyno presses a kiss to Tighnari’s shoulder before urging him up and towards Alhaitham. He shuffles into the space left behind, already reaching for the cloth to help.
Alhaitham heads back towards the door, gesturing for Tighnari to follow. Tighnari frowns, glancing back at the bed.
“They’ll join us in Kaveh’s room,” Alhaitham assures softly. “Once they’re cleaner.”
Tighnari nods, relaxing and biting back a yawn as he follows Alhaitham to the bathroom.
“Your tail is a mess,” Alhaitham murmurs, shutting the door behind them. “I do apologize for that.”
The appendage twitches, suddenly feeling a lot stickier now than it had moments before. “It’s alright. That’s what washing up is for.”
Alhaitham offers the ghost of a smile, extending a hand to him. Tighnari takes it, being pulled close as the rag makes contact with his stomach. The residue of his own spend is wiped away carefully before Alhaitham urges him to sit on the edge of the tub.
Tighnari muses over his words as Alhaitham sits on the floor behind him, armed with a comb and a fresh cloth.
“You don’t intend to apologize for other things?” he questions, hoping to infuse his tone with amusement, only to come out a little more tired.
“Is there anything else to apologize for?”
The cloth rubs against the base of his tail, worked through the underside and followed by a hesitant pass of the comb. Each meeting of resistance brings pause to his movements, as if after it all, Tighnari would be bothered by the mere displacement of his fur.
“I seem to recall being taunted back at the party,” he hums.
“An apology begets feelings of remorse,” Alhaitham muses, pressing a kiss to the center of his spine. “I harbor no such feelings for my actions.”
Tighnari can’t help but laugh, head tipping back slightly. Alhaitham rises on his knees to place a kiss against his temple, amused breath washing across his face.
“Kaveh’s right, you’re insufferable,” he teases gently. “And need to brush your teeth.”
“Kaveh is biased,” he replies. “But I’ll concede to the teeth brushing point. My mouth feels gross.”
Their soft laughter fades into contented silence, basking in each other's presence whilst Alhaitham makes his way down Tighnari’s tail. Though he’d long passed the soiled sections, neither make any move to stop him as he works.
Eventually he reaches the end, running the tip between his fingertips while Tighnari dozes.
“We’ve got mouthwash you can use,” he says softly, pressing another kiss to the base of his tail, then to his spine.
Tighnari merely hums his assent, tail twitching happily. Their teeth are cleansed swiftly before Alhaitham steers them towards Kaveh’s room. Finding the bed still empty, Alhaitham frowns. He knocks loudly on the joint wall, getting an answering groan.
Alhaitham’s hands slip over Tighnari’s ears once more, muffling the sound as he yells, “Go brush your teeth and join us!”
When his hands fall away, Tighnari surges forward to hug him, a purr building in his throat.
“What?” Alhaitham asks, fingers rising to scratch at his scalp.
“Gods, you’re so cute,” Tighnari mumbles into his chest. “Kiss me again.”
Alhaitham chuckles. “You’re not so drunk as to not recognize whom you’re talking to, are you?”
“Alhaitham,” Tighnari says firmly, pulling back to stare up at him. “I want you to kiss me again. Now, preferably.”
Still chuckling, Alhaitham obliges him. Tighnari finds himself lifted into the Scribe’s arms, threading his own around his neck for stability. He walks them over to the bed, settling down on the edge before draping his arms loosely around Tighnari’s waist. Tighnari relaxes into the chaste press of their lips.
He hears Kaveh and Cyno enter, but Alhaitham tugs him a little closer, softly insistent in his kisses. Cyno slides up behind him, warm palms running down his back before grazing along his sides and settling on his stomach. He leans forward, connecting his chest to Tighnari’s back with a contented sigh.
“You look so cozy,” Kaveh says, draping his arms over their shoulders. His weight pushes them forward into Alhaitham’s chest, forcing Tighnari to break away from their kiss with a soft laugh.
“We were,” Alhaitham grumbles, his arms tightening.
Tighnari nuzzles against his neck. “We are.”
“We’d be cozier laying down,” Cyno murmurs, placing a kiss at the base of Tighnari’s neck.
He receives only wordless mumbles of agreement. Slowly, they peel away from each other and shuffle under the covers of Kaveh’s bed. Their order does not change—not when Alhaitham stubbornly pulls Tighnari’s back against his chest as soon as they’re both horizontal. Cyno slides in next to them, twining his legs with the fox’s. Kaveh busies himself with situating the blankets over them before turning out the lights and joining them. Tighnari hums contentedly as Kaveh’s hand finds his own, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Goodnight,” Alhaitham mutters, fingers lacing with Kaveh’s above Tighnari’s head.
“Goodnight,” Cyno mirrors. Tighnari grins up at him, bumping their noses together gently. He breathes out a soft laugh in return before placing a kiss upon Tighnari’s forehead.
Kaveh shuffles in closer, amused as he says, “you two are gross.”
Tighnari hums out an agreement, then yawns widely. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Kaveh replies, finalizing their conversation.
The lingering tension slips out of their bodies slowly, melting into the bed that was just a little too small for the four of them. The tight entanglement of their limbs did help keep them there. The silence settles over them like an extra blanket, warming Tighnari’s heart as he listens to their breathing.
“Hey,” Cyno whispers. “What do you call an orgy whilst camping?”
“Don’t,” Kaveh begs.
“Fucking intense. You get it? In tents. Because when you go camping, you set up a te—“
“Shut up, oh my god shut up! We were having a moment !”