The Witchers and Their Knight

by mild_mannered_apricot

Summary:

As a general rule, Cahir tries not to think about things he wouldn’t want others to know about. This means that when he notices that his sparring partners are more than a little attractive, he files that thought away and doesn’t think about it.

Until his sparring partners notice him.

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A small spin off of inexplicific's Flung to Catch a Star, featuring Cahir and his three witchers (and gratuitous amounts of sex)

Notes:

• Inspired by Flung to Catch a Star by inexplicifics

First of all, thank you to inexplicifics, for creating this wonderful sandbox and letting us all run amok in it.

This fic is directly related to Flung to Catch a Star, and thus won't make much sense if you haven't read that one first.

Finally, thank you to the AWAU discord for cheering me on throughout this entire writing process and screaming with me about how much Cahir deserves to get tenderly railed by his three witcher boyfriends. This fic wouldn't exist without y'all and I'm eternally grateful.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Whoops

As a general rule, Cahir tries not to think about things he wouldn’t want others to know about. It’s a good rule to have in Nilfgaard where one mistake could mean death, if not to himself then to a member of his family. No one actually knows if that nasty rumor about the mages being able to read your thoughts is true or not, but he’d rather not take the chance.

But sometimes there are things he doesn’t think about for other, more embarrassing reasons.

Regardless, this means that when Cahir notices that his sparring partners are more than a little attractive, he files that thought away right beside his ponderings on the meaning of loyalty and doesn’t think about it.

When he and Eryk are sparring, he can’t afford to be distracted by his slightly crooked smirk or the drop of sweat that runs down his neck and disappears under his collar, now can he?

And if he distantly admires the way Michal’s tongue pokes out of his mouth when he’s concentrating or the way something flips in Cahir’s chest when he pulls him up off the ground with no effort, it’s really nothing of note.

Similarly, he absolutely doesn’t notice the way Nolyn gives him a small bow before they spar or the way his hair, when he lets it out of its queue, looks so soft Cahir’s fingers itch to touch it.

It’s nothing, at least nothing important or worth dwelling on. Cahir tells himself this over and over again, but it doesn’t stop him from dwelling on it on some nights when his mind (and his hands) tend to wander.

It’s nothing. Absolutely nothing, he tells himself.

It’s after practice, the trainees have been dismissed, and Cahir is left behind, sitting for a moment to catch his breath, when he sees it. An abandoned glove, left alone in the dirt. Eryk’s glove, if he recalls correctly. (And he absolutely does not recall how it made him feel kinda hot and prickly all over when he watched Eryk remove the glove with his teeth)

He picks up the glove and weighs his options. He could very easily just hand it to one of the many witchers in the area and be done with it; he’s sure they would get it to Eryk without much trouble. Alternatively, the polite thing to do would be to return it personally, and he still remembers the way to Eryk’s bedroom. It would be very diplomatic of him, he thinks.

Satisfied with that conclusion, he makes his way to the room with only a few false starts and pats himself on the back for successfully navigating the winding halls of the keep. He knocks on the door, but doesn’t hear anything other than some muffled conversation and a shout, which he takes as a cue to come in.

He opens the door and stops dead in his tracks. Eryk is, indeed, in the room, but so are Michael and Nolyn. And they are in a very compromising position.

Without meaning to, his eyes take in the whole tableau: Michal on his knees on the bearskin rug in front of Nolyn, who’s sitting in a chair with Eryk on his lap. Michal is swallowing Eryk’s prick to the hilt, with one hand down his own pants. Eryk is shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat, arching into Nolyn’s touch as he runs his hands up and down Eryk’s side, occasionally reaching up to tweak one of his nipples, which causes Eryk to let out a breathless whine and arch his back further. His head is tilted back, exposing his neck to Nolyn who is alternating kissing it and whispering in his ear.

Cahir swallows heavily and feels almost light-headed as all his blood moves abruptly southward. He must have made some noise because Eryk’s eyes, previously closed tight, open, and he looks right at Cahir.

His eyes are half-lidded and full of desire. He makes direct eye contact with Cahir… and gives him that lopsided smirk. Cahir makes some sort of choking noise akin to a cat coughing up a furball, turns on his heel, and practically sprints away, slamming the door behind him. He doesn’t stop running until he’s panting and has to lean on a wall to catch his breath. He slides down to the ground.

Fuck.

Chapter 2: We're Sorry You Saw Us Boning

Summary:

Cahir is acting weird towards the boys. How to fix this...

The day after Cahir caught the three of them in flagrante he can’t look any of them in the eyes. They had talked, after they got done having sex of course, and decided to play it by ear and let Cahir decide if he wanted to confront them about it or not. Unfortunately he seems to be following the tried and true method of pretending it never happened.

Even if it means he constantly smells like embarrassment and goes out of his way to avoid them.

Eryk tries to casually approach him after training, but he practically runs into the keep to avoid talking to him (which Eryk is very depressed about until Michal and Nolyn cheer him up with some more sex). So they take his cue and give him space.

However, now, three days later, he’s still avoiding them. And worse than that, he’s stopped sparring with them during training. They’re all a little bit worried. Eryk even asks Jaskier about it, concerned that they had accidentally created a diplomatic incident. Jaskier just laughs until he cries and tells them not to worry about it. “Poor boy’s had his entire worldview turned on his head in a scant couple of weeks.” he says, “He’s had a lot to deal with. Just give him some time.”

They give him a day. Then they approach him at the end of training, Eryk leading with Michal and Nolyn trailing behind. “Hey.” Eryk says.

Cahir freezes. “Oh, uh hello, Eryk, Michal, Nolyn.” He doesn’t meet their eyes as he nods to each of them.

“Can we talk to you?”

Cahir’s eyes flick to the side and his pulse spikes. Eryk can smell the anxiety coming off him in waves. “Uh…” he says.

Michal clears his throat. “It’s a lovely day for a walk on the battlements. You can see all the way to the lake from there.”

Cahir relaxes marginally. “Thank you for the suggestion, I…” He shakes his head a bit, as if clearing it, “Uh, yes. Sure.”

Eryk grins, clapping his hands. “Great!”

They usher Cahir into the keep sandwiched between the three of them. Eryk and Nolyn keep up a running commentary as they walk, with an occasional interjection from Michal. Cahir slowly relaxes as they banter, occasionally including him but always keeping the conversation light. By the time they reach the battlements he smells a lot less like he’s gonna keel over from stress and embarrassment.

They walk for a bit, Michal pointing out some notable places within human sight distance. They all stop to look at the view out over the lake. Cahir leans over the battlements. “It’s beautiful.” He says.

Eryk looks at Cahir. “Yes, it is.”

Cahir notices him looking and looks away. Michal and Nolyn cast meaningful glances at Eryk, who takes a deep breath. “We wanted to apologize.”

Cahir stiffens. He hastily waves his hands, “Oh really, there’s no need-”

“Hey.” Eryk grabs one of his hands. “Just hear us out, okay? We planned a whole speech and everything.”

Cahir stares at Eryk for a second, a pink tinge to his cheeks. He glances over to Michal and Nolyn, who nod in reassurement. “Oh… okay.”

Eryk squeezes his hand and drops it. “I’m sure you’ve heard by now that witchers can smell emotions.”

“It has been mentioned to me, yes.”

“Well… witchers can smell other things, lust among them.”

Cahir squeaks and blushes. “Oh.”

Eryk shrugs. “It’s unfortunate, but we’ve gotten used to everyone being able to tell what we’ve been up to. So sometimes we forget to lock the door. We should have thought about there being visitors in the keep and acted accordingly.”

“We’re sorry we made you uncomfortable.” Nolyn adds. Michal nods.

At this point Cahir has progressed past blushing into his entire face being dark red, all the way to the tips of his ears. He swallows a few times. “I accept your apology,” he says, “And I in turn would like to apologize for barging in on you without thinking.”

Eryk puts a hand on Cahir’s shoulder. Cahir somehow turns an even deeper red.

“There’s no need to apologize.” Eryk gives him a gentle squeeze. “It was we who were in the wrong.”

“Besides, none of us want to jeopardize our friendship with you over something like this.” Nolyn adds.

Cahir looks shocked. “Your friendship… with me? We’re friends?”

The trio look at each other. “Uh, yeah?” Eryk says.

“We each consider you a friend.” Michal adds.

“Oh.” Cahir takes a moment to think. “I don’t know what to say.”

Michal shrugs. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“I- sorry if I’m a little befuddled. I wasn’t expecting that. In… in Nilfgaard friendship is not something so… freely offered as here.”

“Hey, no need to apologize.” Eryk says.

“Sor- …yes. I just meant… It is a new experience for me, but if you truly mean it, I would be honored to consider the three of you friends.”

The three of them smile at him. Eryk squeezes his shoulder again. “We are all glad to hear it.”

“So do you think you can stop acting so weird around us now?” Nolyn asks, then gets elbowed by Michal and Eryk simultaneously.

“Yes?” Cahir straightens up and clears his throat. “Yes, I believe so.”

“Excellent.” Nolyn holds out his hand.

They all shake on it, trying to look suitably serious and dignified about it and failing completely when they end up in a tangled mess of arms. They manage to extract themselves, albeit with much giggling.

“Well, we better go wash up. Do you want us to escort you back down?” Eryk asks.

Cahir waves them off. “I think I will enjoy the scenery a bit longer.”

“Alright, suit yourself.”

They all wave goodbye and disappear down the stairs, leaving Cahir on the battlements alone. He looks out over the surroundings of the keep. The wind whips bitterly at his face but he feels warm inside.

Friends.

He quite likes the sound of that. With a smile on his face, he turns and walks inside.

Notes:

Michal, Nolyn, and Eryk: Hey you're our friend

Cahir:

Chapter 3: Planning and Scheming and Plotting

Summary:

Cahir stops acting weird around the guys, but now he's started smelling like lust. Now how are they gonna confront him about this?

True to his word, Cahir stops acting weird around Eryk, Michal, and Nolan. He can look them in the eyes again and generally treats them as he did before; he gives back when Nolyn rags on him, jokes with Eryk, and exchanges nods with Michal.

However, there is one thing. Whenever he’s sparring with any of the three of them, he smells like lust. Eryk at first thinks he’s imagining it, but then it gets stronger, and a conversation with the other two reveals that they noticed as well.

They decide to not say anything about it. Lots of people have ill-advised crushes (Michal and Nolyn both look pointedly at Eryk as he sighs over Eskel), but just because he’s attracted to them doesn’t necessarily mean he wants to sleep with them.

(That was one of the oft-stressed talking points of Vesimir’s sexual education seminar: scent does not equal consent. He had made the entire class repeat it after him, and needless to say it was burned in every young witcher’s mind, along with a lot of other things they wished they could unlearn about their teacher.)

They’re perfectly fine to leave it alone, but then it gets worse. Every time Cahir interacts with them he smells strongly of lust, even if he doesn’t look it. Court masks, Eryk scoffs.

It comes to a head when even Vesimir notices. He doesn’t say anything, thankfully, but the way he twitches his eyebrow and glances at Eryk speaks volumes. The night after that particular training session, the three trainees in question gather in Eryk’s room to discuss.

“I still think we should confront him about it.” Nolyn says from where he’s curled almost into a ball on Eryks chest. Eryk, in turn, is lying down on the bearskin rug with his head in Michal’s lap, who is leaning against the front of the chair. Michal is running his fingers through Eryk’s short-cropped hair. If he could, Eryk would no doubt be purring up a storm.

“All three of us at one time?” Michal asks.

Nolyn hums. “Well, we all want him, right?” Michal nods. Eryk makes a happy cat noise that translates as yes. “And not just by ourselves, but all of us with him. Right?”

Michal growls.

Eryk squirms, his hand stroking down Nolyn’s back. “Oh, Melitele’s tits that would be…”

Nolyn grins and reaches down to squeeze Eryks hard-on through his trousers. “Amazing, brilliant, the best idea ever, I know. You can thank me later when he’s naked and panting between us.”

They all take a moment to groan at that mental image, until Michal reaches over and pinches Nolyn, who playfully swats his hand away. “Back on topic.” Michal says.

Eryk picks up the conversation. “We can’t just, out of the blue, drop the idea of a foursome on him. You’ve all listened to Jaskier talk about it. That kind of thing just doesn’t happen outside Kaer Morhen, and in Nilfgaard it’s…”

“A lot less accepting.” Nolyn says, absentmindedly pressing a kiss to Eryk’s collarbone.

Michal nods. He gathers his thoughts for a moment before speaking. “We ease him into it.”

Eryk tilts his head back to meet Michals eyes. “Exactly.”

“Okay, but how?” Nolyn asks.

Michal grunts, then tugs on Eryk’s hair. Eryk, who has been mouthing at Michal’s cock through his trousers, grumbles and nips at his wrist but relents. “We do it one at a time.” Michal says.

“Hmm.” Nolyn says, “Okay. That makes sense, I guess.”

Eryk grins and kisses the pout off his face. “We’ll get there eventually, we just gotta be careful. We don’t want to scare him off.”

“Ughhhhh I guess you’re right.” Nolyn mumbles into Eryk’s chest.

Eryk grins and runs a hand through Nolyn’s hair. “I’m glad you agree. But how do we decide who goes first?”

Michal shrugs. “Flip a coin?”

Nolyn uncoils and sits up, straddling Eryk’s chest. “It should be you.”

Eryk puts his hands on Nolyn’s hips. “Me?” He looks up and Michal, who just hums and nods. He looks back. “Why me?”

“First reason: You’ve known him for longer.” Nolyn says.

“I’m not sure if three days counts as longer- oh…” He trails off as Nolyn shifts backwards so Eryks bulge is nestled against the curve of Nolyn’s ass.

Michal chuckles softly, but continues to run his fingers through Eryk’s hair. “Second reason?” he prompts.

“Second reason.” Nolan says as he starts to rotate his hips. “You’re better at talking than either of us.”

Michal nods. “That’s true.”

“And not just talking. You’ve been flirting with him since he got here.”

“I’m still not sure if he’s noticed.” Eryk pouts.

“Well you’ll just have to be very obvious about it.” He grins as Eryk squeezes his hips in retaliation. “Third reason is that I am mostly sure he likes you, or at least really wants to fuck you.”

“Oh really?” Eryk pants, “What makes you say that?”

Nolan stops moving and sits up. “One,” he says, checking it off with his fingers, “He chooses to spar with you more often than he does any of the other trainees.”

“I don’t think-” Nolan rocks back onto Eryk’s bulge, which cuts him off.

“Two, he smells like lust wherever you spar.”

“Th-” Nolyn starts rotating his hips again. “-ungh.”

Nolyn smirks. “Of course, I am aware he smells like sex when he spars with all of us, but it’s stronger when he’s with you.”

Eryk finally relents to the onslaught of Nolyn’s hips. “Fine you make some… nnngh… some good points.”

Nolyn winks. “I know.” He bites his lips and runs his hands up his chest, relishing in the way Eryk’s pupils dilate and Michal sucks in a harsh breath. He tilts his head. “So, it’s decided then?”

Eryk reaches up to tweak one of Nolyn’s nipples and Nolyn shamelessly arches into the touch.

Eryk moans. “Sure, yes. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

Nolyn gives him a wicked grin, aligns their cocks, and grinds down. “Be sure to give him a good time for the rest of us.” He says in a breathy moan.

Eryk growls. “I’ll give you a good time-” He flips him over and tackles him to the carpet. Michal is pulled in when they start grappling. Needless to say, they don’t get much more talking done the rest of the night.

Chapter 4: Julita's Pastries Deployed for a Nefarious Purpose

Summary:

Eryk approaches Cahir and they go on a little date.

After dinner, Cahir is approached by Eryk. “Hey.” He says, his eyes twinkling.

“Hello. Where’s Michal and Nolyn?” Cahir replies.

Eryk shrugs. “Busy. So, I managed to snatch some pastries from the kitchen, fresh out of the oven. They’re Julita’s; she’s trying out a new recipe.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to try them with me? I know a great place on the battlements we can go to.”

Cahir takes a second to process the request. If he was in Nilfgaard this simple suggestion would be full of all kinds of traps and double meanings. But this isn’t Nilfgaard and the way Eryk is grinning at him is nothing short of genuine.

He did say that he considered him a friend. Was this the sort of activity that friends usually participate in? Cahir doesn’t quite know, but he supposes it couldn’t hurt. It’s only a gathering between friends. “I accept.”

Eryk’s smile widens. “Let’s go!” he says, grabbing Cahir’s hand and pulling him towards the stairs. When they reach the stairs though, he doesn’t let go, and he still doesn’t let go when they reach the battlements.

Cahir is a bit confused (Is this a witcher thing or a friend thing?) but Eryk’s hand is a pleasant warmth in his, so he doesn’t pull away.

They walk along the battlements, occasionally commenting on the view, until they reach a section of the walkway where the castle walls intersect at a weird angle, creating a small nook big enough for two people to sit in comfortably.

“Here we are!” Eryk drops his hand. Cahir immediately misses the warmth and rubs his hands together.

Eryk reaches into a bag slung over his shoulder and pulls out a bundle of cloth, which he carefully unwraps to reveal a plate of pastries. They’re slightly smushed but no worse for wear for the journey. He hands the plate to Cahir and shakes out the cloth, which turns out to be a blanket. He spreads it over the stone floor and does a dramatic bow. “Your picnic is ready.”

That surprises a laugh out of Cahir, who bows back as much as he can while holding a loaded plate. “Thank you.”

They both settle on the blanket, the plate between them, and dig in. Between bites of pastry (which are excellent - Cahir makes a note to compliment Julita when next he sees her) they trade pleasant conversation.

Cahir talks about his family back in Vicovaro; Eryk tells stories about the wildest things he and the other trainees got up to, which Cahir responds to with the times he and his two brothers caused mischief around the family estate growing up.

Eryk is easy to talk to, and Cahir finds himself enjoying the easy companionship. Before long, they've finished the plate of pastries and are licking the remnants off of their fingers.

Cahir doesn’t notice Eryk leaning over until he’s suddenly close to his face. “You’ve got some jam here.” He murmurs, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and, still making eye contact with Cahir, brings his thumb to his own mouth to suck the jam off.

Cahir finds his eyes focusing on Eryk’s mouth and he forces his gaze away. His mouth is suddenly dry. “T-thanks.” he mumbles.

Eryk smirks. “No problem.”

Internally, Cahir sighs. He had thought he was doing such a good job simply enjoying this activity with a friend and not thinking about The Incident. But, the way Eryk smirks at him jolts him back into the memory of that half-lidded gaze, those filthy sounds, the scent of sweat and sex strong enough even a human could smell it.

Cahir squirms, desperately trying to avoid getting an erection and only partially succeeding.

Eryk inhales, and his smirk gets wider. His eyes linger on Cahir’s mouth as his tongue flicks out to wet his lips, which draws Cahir’s gaze. Cahir’s breath quickens as his eyes flick back up.

Eryk scoots closer and their breaths mingle. “Tell me if I'm reading this wrong.” he murmurs.

Slowly, Cahir shakes his head. He opens his mouth but no words come out.

“Can I kiss you?” Eryk asks.

If his brain wasn’t so muddled by Eryk’s proximity, the way he’s looking at him, and the unfortunate truth that he is hard right now, Cahir thinks he would be panicking quite a lot about the possible consequences of doing this. However, he feels very distant from that part of his brain at the moment. All he can think is ‘oh great sun he’s so close and his lips and oh his hand is on my face what is happening.’

When Cahir doesn’t respond immediately, Eryk just smiles softly. “Do you want to kiss me?”

Cahir blinks. “Yes.” He rasps.

Eryk smiles and brings his other hand up so they’re both cupping his face. “Then, can I kiss you?”

Cahir swallows and squeezes his eyes shut. “Yes.”

The first press of lips is chaste, a dry pressure against his mouth. Then Eryk moves closer, moves one hand around to cup his neck, and tilts his head and… oh. The slick slide of lips sends a frisson of sparks down Cahir’s spine.

Eryk breaks the kiss and they stay like that for a moment, looking into each other's eyes. Then, Cahir leans back in for another kiss, and this one gets very filthy, very quickly. While kissing, Eryk gently grasps Cahir’s hips and repositions him so that he’s sitting straddling Eryk’s lap.

Cahir breaks the kiss, startled. At a loss for what to do with his hands, he puts them on Eryk's shoulders.

“This okay?” Eryk asks.

Cahir hums as he shifts his position, trying to find a comfortable way to sit, but freezes when he feels a pressure against his inner thigh. He looks at Eryk, who is giving him that damn half-lidded stare that has been the star of his dreams ever since The Incident.

Cahir blushes and looks away.

“Hey.” Eryk turns his head back to look at him. He has a soft smile on his face, while his hand is moving in calming circles on Cahir’s back. “You never have to do anything you don’t want to. You want to just kiss, we will do that. If you want to get up right now and leave you can do that too. It’s your choice.”

Eryk lets Cahir ponder that for a moment, continuing to calm him down.

Cahir is torn. The acceptable thing to do would be to get up, walk away and pretend this never happened. Everything would stay the same and he would keep carefully not thinking about how much he is attracted to his friends, or how much he wants to kiss them, or how often he thinks about them at night, muffling his moans with a pillow as he comes in his fist.

But… the warm pressure of Eryk’s hand on his neck feels so good. And the way Eryk kisses him is addicting. “This is nice.”

“I’m glad.” Eryk says.

Cahir gathers his courage and looks up at Eryk through his eyelashes. He looks gentle, smiling, like he means what he says. Cahir knows witchers don't lie, but it’s still a bit baffling that Eryk, charming and pretty as he is, wants him. He bats that thought away and makes a decision. He knows if he walks away now he will wonder for the rest of his life what could have been. And he wants this, wants it with a surety and veracity that surprises him.

He bites his lip, then carefully scoots forward so he’s fully sitting on Eryk’s lap. He shivers a bit as he settles onto the quite sizeable bulge that he had only briefly felt before.

Eryk looks like he’s just been given a precious gift, but waits for Cahir, who takes a deep breath.

“I don’t have much experience with…” he gestures between them, “This sort of thing.”

“That’s fine.” Eryk says softly.

“But I want to.” Cahir takes another breath and makes eye contact, “I want to do this.”

A smile slowly spreads across Eryk’s face. He leans in and pecks Cahir on the edge of the mouth. “I’m glad.” He straightens up. “Just to make it clear, you can say no at any time. If I’m doing something you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop. If for any reason, no matter what, you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, say the word and we’ll stop. Immediately.”

“Okay.”

“Amazing. Now,” he moves one hand up to stroke Cahir’s face, “What do you want to do?”

Cahir thinks for a moment. “Kissing was nice.”

Eryk grins and moves in. “Then we’ll do that.”

This time when their lips connect, Cahir is more prepared, and tries to be a more active participant. Eryk shows him how to do it, and Cahir slowly gets more confident, as Eryk shows him how to move his lips.

After a bit, Eryk teases the seam of Cahir’s lips with his tongue. Cahir furrows his brow, but opens up his mouth and Eryk slips his tongue inside. They lick into each other’s mouths for a bit until Cahir pulls away.

“Mmm… I don’t know about that.”

“That’s fine.”

They return to sloppy open-mouth kisses. Belatedly, Cahir realizes his hands are still on Eryks shoulders and moves them to his chest, feeling his well-developed muscles under his shirt. One of his hands skates over a nipple and Eryk growls.

He moves his hand back. “Pinch that.” Cahir complies and Eryk moans. Cahir is completely distracted from kissing for a bit as he explores his chest, soaking in the noises Eryk makes when he plays with his nipples and runs his fingers along his sides.

He is then pulled back on track when Eryk snakes his way up to Cahir’s hair and pulls gently. Cahir’s hips cant forward without him meaning to and they both groan. Eryk’s hands move to his hips and guides Cahir into grinding back onto his lap.

“This good?” he asks.

Cahir nods breathlessly and holds tightly onto Eryk’s neck as he sets a pace, his hands guiding Cahir’s hips back and forth, then in circles, which causes Cahir’s head to fall forward onto Eryk’s chest.

Eryk chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of his head, which leads to them trying to kiss while Cahir is grinding on him. It gets very sloppy very quickly. Eryk takes his hands off of Cahir’s hips but he keeps moving, increasing his pace even, which causes Eryk to knock his head back against the wall.

Cahir takes the chance to press open mouth kisses to Eryk’s neck. Eryk gasps and tugs on Cahir’s hair. Cahir’s hips stutter.

“You can bite a little.” At Cahir’s questioning hum he continues, “On my neck. Or anywhere really. Witchers generally like a bit of biting- oh sweet Kreve’s throbbing ballsack.”

Cahir has taken initiative and bit down at the junction of his shoulder and neck.

Eryk lets out a long, drawn-out moan. “Just a little harder- Yes! Oh goddess Cahir, you’re perfect.”

Cahir laughs softly as he disengages, licking the bite mark that’s already fading. “Thank you, I guess.”

—

Eryk is obsessed with the way Cahir looks right now, face flushed, eyes bright, lips swollen, and smelling so thickly of lust Eryk thinks he could drown in it. But he has an idea.

He grabs onto Cahir’s hips to still them and (he will deny this later) Cahir whines, bucking ineffectively at his grip.

“Do you want to try something?” Eryk asks.

Cahir stops moving. “What?”

Eryk reaches down to cover Cahir’s bulge with the palm of his hand. Cahir lets out almost a whimper as his hips cant forward and his head falls to rest on Eryk’s chest.

Eryk smiles. He moves his hand up and plucks at his waistband. “You okay with this?” he asks.

“Yes… please.” Cahir chokes out.

Eryk unlaces his trousers and slips his hand into the front to lightly grasp Cahir’s prick. Cahir shudders, his entire body shaking as he lets out a low moan. Eryk squeezes and he moans louder.

Eryk starts to pump him lightly, but then a few moments later gets concerned when Cahir is still shaking like a leaf in the wind. He breathes in, but doesn’t smell any discomfort or pain coming from him, just desire. He still pulls his hand out.

Cahir whines loudly, grabbing Eryk’s hand with his own hands and trying to pull it back towards his groin. Eryk doesn’t budge, just runs his other hand down Cahir’s back over and over again.

“Are you alright? You’re shaking.” Eryk says.

Cahir looks up at him and Eryk is worried when he sees unshed tears gathering in his eyes. “Eryk,” he pleads, pulling on his hand, “Eryk please.”

“Okay, let's calm down a bit. Breathe with me, in and out.” Eryk exaggerates his breathing and after a second Cahir follows. Eventually, the shaking subsides.

Eryk runs his hands up and down Cahir’s arms. “Better?” Cahir nods. “Okay, now what do you want to do?”

Cahir bites his lip and looks down, palming at his own erection, and looks up hopefully at Eryk.

Eryk smiles. “Use your words.” he admonishes softly.

“I want…” Cahir clears his throat, “I want your hands… on me. Please.”

“Oh, very good Cahir.” Eryk says, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear. Cahir’s scent spikes with lust and he shudders briefly.

Hmm? Eryk tilts his head, studying him for a second, then realizes. “Oh.” He says, more of a breath than a sound. A wicked grin slides across his face as he leans forward. “You’re doing so well, Cahir.” He purrs directly into his ear.

“Huh…ah…” Cahir responds eloquently.

Eryk nips his earlobe. “You’re so responsive. So gorgeous.” He slips his hand back into Cahir’s trousers and rubs the head of his prick with his thumb.

Cahir lets out a punched-out moan and starts shaking again.

“Okay, no.” Eryk takes his hand out. “Let's try something else.”

He maneuvers Cahir so he’s flipped around, sitting between Eryk’s legs, back to chest. They’re silent for a bit as Cahir stops shivering. Eryk rubs his hands up and down Cahir’s arms.

“I’m sorry.” Cahir whispers.

“You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I’m… it’s a bit… overwhelming? I guess?” He trails off, “It’s stupid.”

“Hey.” Eryk nips his earlobe in admonishment.

“All you did was touch me and I… I…” unable to find the words, he just gestures angrily.

Eryk grabs his wrists. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.” He strokes the inside of his wrists with his thumbs.

They sit in companionable silence for a bit. Cahir’s breathing returns to normal and he relaxes, trusting all his weight to Eryk as he leans back against him, his legs falling open.

Eryk eyes Cahir’s erection, which is still prominent, and licks his lips, but doesn’t do anything but continue to calm Cahir down.

After a while, he speaks. “So you said you didn’t have a lot of experience.”

Cahir shifts a bit. “Yes, that’s correct.”

Eryk hums. “Do you ever pleasure yourself?”

Cahir blushes a deep red. “What?”

“You know, fuck your own hand, make yourself spend. Have you ever done that?”

Cahir squeaks and covers his face with his hands. His voice is quiet and muffled by his hands but Eryk hears when he says, “Yes, a good bit.”

“Okay, so you know what to do to get yourself off.” He secures his arms around Cahir’s middle. “Why don’t you do that then, and I can watch.”

He can tell Cahir really likes that idea by the way his lust-rich scent deepens. “I would be… amenable to that, yes.”

“Alright.” Eryk gets comfortable and hooks his chin over Cahir’s shoulder. “Whenever you want to.”

Cahir takes a shaky breath. “I've never done it while someones watching, I don’t even know if it’ll be interesting-”

Eryk pulls him back against his own erection, a reminder. “Believe me, I am very interested. And don’t worry. Just pretend like I'm not here.”

Cahir bites his lip and trails his hand down to his pants. “I don’t think I'd be able to. You’re very distracting.” He palms himself from the outside, then moves his hand into his trousers.

He takes his cock out and Eryks mouth waters. It’s reasonably sized, not too big or too small, and an average thickness, but that doesn’t matter because it's Cahir’s, therefore it’s perfect. What he wouldn’t give to have that prick in his mouth, Cahir shivering above him as he takes him apart. Or his prick in other places… mmm. He mentally shakes himself and returns to the matter at hand. At hand. Heh.

There’s already a considerable amount of precum gathered at the tip, which Cahir gathers in his palm and strokes down the shaft, covering it. He does a few more casual pumps, and then starts jerking off in earnest, rubbing his thumb around the tip and underneath where the veins are, pumping his fist up and down at a pace that gets quicker and quicker.

It takes Eryk's breath away. He feels like he could come just from the sight of this, from Cahir’s face as he jerks himself off, mouth parted, cheeks flushed, eyes rolled back in pleasure. He wants to brand this moment on his brain and remember it forever.

Cahir lets out a muffled moan as he starts incorporating a twisting motion at the tip. “Eryk I’m…”

“Yes?”

“I’m so close…”

Eryk bites his lip raw and clutches at Cahir’s sides. “Please, can I get my hands on you, please, let me help you come, please.”

Cahir lets out a shuddering breath as he tilts his head back and slows his pace. “Yeah.”

Faster than he knows he can move, Eryk spits on his hand and wraps it around Cahir’s prick. They both moan at the same time. Cahir lets go and clutches at Eryk’s arm.

“Eryk, Eryk, Eryk, Eryk.” Cahir chants as Eryk starts moving, incorporating every trick he knows to give Cahir as much pleasure as possible. It takes only three pumps before Cahir’s entire body is seizing and shaking. His nails dig into Eryk’s arm, drawing blood. His entire body tenses up and then he’s shuddering violently, screaming Eryk’s name as he comes in thick spurts all over Eryk’s hand. Eryk milks him through the aftershocks until Cahir cringes away from the overstimulation.

Cahir is nothing but a limp puddle in Eryk’s lap as he cleans him up, licking Cahir's spend off of his hand (Cahir gives a feeble moan as he watches). The taste of Cahir’s spend on his tongue and the smell of satiation and joy in the air is addictive. He wipes off Cahir’s crotch with a corner of the blanket and then gently tucks him back into his pants.

It's a good few minutes before Cahir can gather any coherent thoughts. “What the fuck.” he whispers.

Eryk chuckles and nuzzles his neck. “Good?”

“I think I passed out for a second there. That might have been the best orgasm I've ever had.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Eryk purrs and squeezes Cahir a lil harder. He liked it!!!

“Hey.” Cahir rocks back into his lap. “You’re still hard.”

“Yes. Well, I did spend, but-”

“What?” Cahir turns around and examines the front of his trousers, which are now sporting a considerable wet spot. “But you’re…” he reaches down and grabs Eryk's bulge, which is still very prominent. He looks back up at Eryk, confused.

“Witchers have a much smaller refractory period than normal humans.”

“Oh.” Cahir sits back on his heels. “Oh.”

Eryk shrugs. “It comes in handy. But you don’t need to do anything about it- oh fuck.”

Cahir, apparently much less shy post-orgasm, reaches into Eryk’s pants and pulls out his glistening cock. “Hmm.” he says, giving it a few experimental strokes as Eryk tries extremely hard not to come from just his touch and is only just barely successful.

“You’re very well-endowed.”

“Thank you.” Eryk wheezes.

Cahir shuffles forward, gets a good angle, and with one pump of his fist breaks all of Eryk’s self-control and he spends, gasping Cahir’s name.

Cahir wrings his prick dry and then examines the smears of spend that cover his hand and the blanket. Eryk catches his breath.

“Holy shit Cahir.” He rasps.

Cahir gives him a small smile that could almost be described as a smirk, and licks a long stripe of Eryk’s spend off his hand.

Eryk feels like he’s just been suckerpunched in the stomach. “Fuck. That’s so fucking hot.”

Cahil glances at him, surprised. “Oh?” he notices Eryk getting hard again, “Oh.”

Eryk grabs his hand, pulls him forward, and kisses him, licking the taste of his own spend out of his mouth. “You have no idea how attractive you are.”

Cahir blushes and looks away. “Sure.” he mumbles.

“It’s true.” Eryk says, but gives up on convincing him (this time) when Cahir just hums and looks around.

He eyes Eryk’s prick. “Did you want to… do something about that?”

“No, it’s fine. Two is enough.” He wipes his privates down with the blanket much more roughly and moves to wipe the rest of Cahir's hand off, but before he can Cahir slowly licks his hand clean, putting his fingers in his mouth and pulling them out with a pop that goes straight to Eryk’s prick. He groans and butts his head into Cahir’s shoulder. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

Cahir just chuckles.

Eryk pulls away and stands up, pulling off his thoroughly soiled pants and taking a new pair out of the bag and putting them on.

Cahir raises his eyebrows as Eryk stuffs the old pair into the bag, along with the empty plate. “You just had those ready?”

Eryk shrugged. “I figured something like this might happen.”

“Well it’s good to be prepared.” Cahir says. After a moment he looks away, picking at the blanket, suddenly smelling unsure.

Eryk sits down. “C’mere.” he pulls Cahir into a similar position as they were in before, his back to Eryk’s front.

Cahir tenses up a bit, but relaxes when Eryk just leans against the wall and starts playing with his hair. Once again, he trusts his entire weight to Eryk who holds him up with no effort.

They sit in silence for a while, simply enjoying the day.

“Thanks.” Cahir says, after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“I enjoyed this.”

Eryk nuzzles at his neck. “I did too.”

They sit for a bit longer, until Eryk speaks again. “Actually there was something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Cahir turns so he’s sitting sideways across Eryk’s lap and can properly look at him.

“So I’m sure you’re aware witchers can smell emotions?”

“Yes…” Cahir says warily.

“And that witchers can smell desire.”

Cahir makes a small sound and smells extremely embarrassed. “...yes.”

“So we - Me, Michal, and Nolyn - noticed that you’ve been smelling like lust during training-”

Cahir lets out a strangled sound and goes beet red. He curls into himself, hiding his face in Eryk’s chest. “-m sorry.” He mumbles.

Eryk chuckles softly. “There’s nothing to apologize for. We think it’s rather cute, actually.”

Cahir makes a louder strangled sound and covers his face with his hands.

Eryk gently strokes his back. “It’s alright, we won’t hold it against you. Melitele knows everyone gives me enough shit for smelling desperate when Eskel’s around.”

Cahir suddenly smells very weird at the mention of Eskel, but Eryk pushes on.

“Actually, unlike my crush on Eskel, we wanted to let you know that your feelings are very reciprocated.”

Cahir stills. “What?”

“All three of us - Michal, Nolyn, and I - really like you and think you’re very attractive.”

Eryk waits a bit for a response, but Cahir has dropped his hands from his face and is staring into the middle distance.

Eryk jostles him a bit. “Uh, Cahir? You okay?”

“What.” Cahir rasps.

“Well, we won’t do anything about it if you don’t want to. If you’re truly not interested you can just say so and we won’t talk about it further. But if you are interested…”

Cahir turns and makes eye contact with him even though it clearly takes him a good amount of effort to do so. “If I am interested?”

Eryk smiles and tucks a lock of hair behind Cahir’s ear. “Then all three of us would be very willing to have sex with you.”

Cahir looks like he’s having great difficulty processing that. “Oh.” he says weakly.

Eryk rubs Cahir’s arms. “Only if you’re interested. And even if you don’t want to have sex, any of us would be very willing to just spend time with you in any capacity. You’re a very captivating person.”

“Ungh.” Cahir says.

Eryk gathers Cahir close so he rests his head on his chest. “Just think about it. There’s no rush.”

“...okay.” Cahir whispers.

They sit for a while as Cahir processes all that. Eventually Cahir whispers, “I should probably be going.”

“Alright.” Eryk helps him to his feet and packs up the blanket.

They walk back along the battlements together. “Thank you for the excursion. It was very pleasant.” Cahir says.

Eryk grins at him. “You’re welcome.”

They reach the top of the stairs and turn to face each other. “Well, I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You better.” Eryk reaches up to cup Cahir’s face. He tilts his head, asking a question. Cahir nods.

Eryk pulls him forward and kisses him passionately. Cahir feels a little light-headed.

Just as quickly as it started, the kiss is over, and Eryk is off, bounding down the stairs. Just before the turn in the staircase would make him unable to see from the top, he turns around, winks, and blows a kiss at Cahir. He then disappears down the staircase.

Cahir is left at the top, his lips still buzzing from the kiss. He smiles.

Notes:

Fun fact I wrote this entire chapter by hand over the course of a six hour car ride. Fun times.

Chapter 5: Look at this Cool Cat I Found

Summary:

Michal takes Cahir on a date to his... room? Don't worry, there's a cat involved.

The moment Eryk gets back to the room smelling like sex and Cahir, Michal and Nolyn are on him, badgering him for details.

He dramatically recounts his date with Cahir, with all the juicy details of their hookup, all the while smirking like the cat who got the cream.

“Oh you smug bastard.” Nolyn shoves Eryk, who lets him, and they grapple on the floor for a bit, until Michal scruffs them and separates them.

“Ooo, what a big strong man you are!” Eryk teases, plastering himself to Michal like he’s seen the bard do.

Michal just snorts and ruffles his hair. “Dramatic bitch.”

Eryk tries to bite his hand and doesn’t succeed as Michal pulls it away. “Fucker.”

He starts climbing Michal like a tree. Michal just accepts it. Nolyn comes over to try and push him off and it turns into a three-way scuffle. It ends when Michal pins them both to the floor by simply laying on them.

After trying to push him off they give up.

“You guys suck.” Nolyn mutters.

“Yeah, your prick!” Eryk replies. Gottem.

“Okay, bet.”

Michal rumbles. “No, he’d do it for free.”

Eryk acts extremely offended and tries to wiggle around to get at Michal and is unsuccessful. “Okay, new topic. Who’s gonna go after Cahir next?”

“Not me.” Nolyn says immediately.

Michal looks at him, “Really? I thought you were so eager to trip him into our bed.”

Nolyn huffs. “I’m not finished planning! If i’m going to date him it has to be perfect. And you were the one who said we should go slow, anyway.”

Michal rolls off them. “Is that why your desk looks like it was hit by a hurricane?”

Eryke looks over, and Nolyn’s desk is indeed covered with paper with various amounts of writing on him. There’s even some pinned to the wall. “Wow.”

Nolyn flushes. “It’s not what it looks like! I just have a lot of ideas and I need to get it right!”

Michal claps him on the shoulder. “Whatever you do, it will be amazing.”

Nolyn scoffs at the praise, but leans into his touch. “Wait, what are you planning for your date? I need to know so we don’t overlap, I have to be original.”

Michal chuckles. “Show him the cat.”

***

The day after his date (would it be technically called a date? Did Eryk say it was a date?) with Eryk, Cahir is still extremely conflicted. Morvran has given him some strange looks after he caught him staring into space more than a few times, but thankfully he didn’t comment on it beyond requesting Cahir’s attention. Cahir wants to tell him, but they still aren’t quite friends, and the details of your sexual exploits are not something you usually regale your superiors with.

Needless to say, that was the best orgasm he ever had, and he really wants to do it again, preferably sometime soon, although he’s not sure how to approach Eryk about it besides going up to him and saying, ‘Hey that was mind-shatteringly good, can we do it again please?’ But to approach Eryk he would also have to give his answer to the invitation he posed.

Cahir still hasn’t decided what to do about that. One one hand, he really is quite attracted to the three of them and can admit, at least to himself, that he does want to have sex with them. Badly. It’s really all he can think about.

However, there are the standards to which he’s been held all his life and his position as part of the diplomatic envoy. He’s here to represent Nilfgaard, not take up with witchers.

On the other hand, the consort had mentioned once that they were free to take up with whomever they liked, as long as both parties were amenable. And furthermore, no one would think badly of them for whoever they did or didn’t decide to spend time with.

Needless to say, he’s a little muddled about the whole thing. And it doesn’t get better by training.

Especially because, as soon as he sees him, Eryk comes over to sling an arm around Cahir’s shoulders and drag him into the group of trainees. He insists on sparring with him, flirting the entire time, and by the end of training Cahir is beet red, all the trainees and Vesimir are giving him weird looks, and he really wishes a hole would appear in the ground and swallow him right now.

Apparently after determining he’s embarrassed Cahir enough, Eryk bids him farewell, blows him a kiss, and saunters off into the keep.

Cahir hangs back, trying to regain his composure. Vesimir gives him a sympathetic look and then thankfully leaves him to his wallowing.

He doesn’t notice Michal until he’s right beside him.

“Oh, hello.”

Michal gives him a soft smile. “Hello. Sorry about Eryk.”

Cahir flushes, but tries to play it off coolly. “It’s alright.”

Michal just hums. “Are you busy right now?”

“Oh, uh, not particularly. Why?”

“Got something I want to show you.”

“Uh-”

Michal notices Cahir’s panic and pats him on the shoulder. “Nothing bad, I promise. I think you’ll like it.”

“If you say so.” Cahir takes a fortifying breath. “Alright, lead the way.”

A slow grin spreads across Michals face and he nods, turning and heading into the keep, gesturing to Cahir to follow. They walk for a bit in companionable silence until Cahir realizes they’re going down.

“If I may ask, where are we headed?”

“Making a quick stop at the kitchens.”

Cahir briefly considers asking why, before mentally shrugging and letting himself just go along with the ride. When they reach the kitchens, Michal ducks under a few serving maids before approaching the head cook, a very statuesque woman with arm muscles that would put any knight to shame. He says a few words to her and she hands him a small bowl and ruffles his hair. He kisses her on the cheek and makes his way back to where Cahir’s standing by the doorway.

Cahir peeks in the bowl as they continue their trek and sees bits of various types of uncooked meat, the kind of thing that would regularly get thrown out after preparing a meal. “What’s that for?”

Michal just smiles at him. “You’ll see.”

They walk further in companionable silence, up a good number of flights of stairs. Michal slows down when he sees Cahir lagging. After a moment where Cahir has to stop to catch his breath, he says with a cheeky grin. “There’s a lot of stairs. Want me to carry you?”

Cahir huffs out a laugh. “I’m sure you could without much trouble, but I'm afraid my dignity would suffer for it, thus I must decline.”

Michal shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

They eventually reach a room, similar to the one Cahir had been in before. It’s a comfortable sitting room with two chairs and a bearskin rug placed before a fireplace. Michal hands Cahir the bowl and crouches before the fireplace, adding new logs and lighting them with Igni.

He goes and sits, cross-legged, before a box beside the fireplace that Cahir hadn’t initially noticed. He pats the spot beside him. “C’mon, sit.”

Michal takes the bowl back when Cahir gets close, and Cahir awkwardly makes his way to the floor.

Michal smiles at him, and then turns his attention to the box, which appears to be made out of wood, similar to a crate, and is turned on its side with the opening facing towards them. Michal holds his hands out towards it and makes coaxing noises.

A shape appears from the nest of blankets that make up the bottom of the box, and as it steps out of the box, it reveals itself to be a cat. It’s rather large and has a lovely colorful coat.

The cat yawns and stretches, arching its back and pushing its front feet all the way forward. It stands back up and blinks at Michal, who coos at it.

“Good morning Queenie, how are you doing today?” He says softly. The cat mrrps and pads over to butt its head against Michal’s hand. He dutifully pets her.

“I brought you a visitor. This is Cahir. Cahir, meet Queenie.”

Cahir feels a bit silly talking to a cat, but he says, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He turns to look at Michal. “Is she your cat?”

Michal shrugs. “She’s no one’s cat but her own. She just likes to sleep here sometimes. I call her Queenie because she believes everything is her domain, and we are all her servants.”

Cahir huffs out a laugh. “Aptly named.”

“Do you want to pet her?”

“I would be honored.”

Michal gently takes Cahir’s hand and brings it closer to Queenie. “Let her smell you.”

He drops his hand and Cahir holds still as Queenie approaches, sniffing his hand. After a moment of sniffing, she meows and butts her head into it.

“She’ll let you pet her now.”

“Oh.” Cahir carefully strokes his hand over the top of her head. She leans into his touch and starts purring. “She’s so soft.”

“Mmm.” Michal hums.

Cahir continues to pet her, admiring her mottled coat. This close, he can see the hint of gray around her muzzle that indicates she must be getting on in years. She decides to climb into his lap and Cair momentarily forgets to breathe.

Michal chuckles softly. “She likes you.”

“Oh.” Cahir is slightly stunned. Sure, he’s seen cats growing up working as mousers around the estate, and at court he’s seen cats held by noblewomen as fashionable accessories, but he’s never had the chance to pet one before, never had one decide it wanted to sit on him by choice.

He looks at Michal, starry-eyed.

Michal hums. “It’s amazing isn’t it? To have her choose you?”

“Yes.” He continues petting her as she purrs, vibrating beneath his hand.

They sit like that for a good bit, Michal watching Cahir pet the cat, until she gets bored and moves out of his lap, investigating Michal. She sniffs at the bowl and Michal chuckles. “I was wondering how long it would take you to find this,” he murmurs.

She tries to climb over his arms to get at the meat and he gently pushes her off, setting the bowl down on the floor. She descends on it like this is the first meal she’s ever eaten in her entire life.

“She’s older, it’s difficult for her to provide for herself.” Michal looks over at Cahir. “I try to help where I can.”

Cahir nods. “That's very noble of you.”

Michal shrugs. “She’s good company.” Queenie looks over her shoulder and meows at them. He stands up. “She doesn’t like people watching her while she’s eating.”

Cahir accordingly averts his gaze and takes Michal’s hand to help him to his feet. He stumbles a bit, his legs having fallen asleep, and Michal steadies him with a hand at his waist. Cahir looks up into Michal’s face and a shiver goes down his spine. Michal breathes in and his pupils dilate.

Cahir is suddenly very aware of their close proximity. Michal tilts his head up with a finger beneath his chin. “May I?” he asks.

Cahir takes a breath, reaches up to link his fingers behind Michal’s neck, and pulls him down into a kiss.

A deep rumbling sound emanates from Michal’s chest as he uses his grasp on his waist to pull Cahir flush against him, deepening the kiss. Cahir groans into his mouth, taking a moment to breathe while playing with Michal’s hair, before diving back in.

They make out for a while and Cahir is lost in the hazy fog of desire, every move of Michal’s lips against his sending a fizzy trail of arousal straight to his groin. He leans on Michal, trusting his entire weight to him and he holds him up effortlessly, one hand on his back and one on his hip.

Cahir melts into him. He runs his hands down Michal’s back and slips them under his shirt. Michal tenses under his hands and then relaxes as he explores his back, warm skin against his own. He experimentally grinds against him, and oh great sun Michal’s prick is very large and thick.

Michal growls as Cahir dips his hands beneath the waistband of his trousers. He runs his hands down and grabs Cahir’s ass, pulling him against his groin. Cahir breaks away from their kiss to let out a low groan. He starts pulling away to try and get their pants off when they’re interrupted by a very loud meow.

They freeze and disengage, turning towards Queenie, who has finished her food and is examining them with what can only be described as a disapproving glare. Cahir suddenly feels a little sheepish about making out in front of a cat.

Queenie turns and walks, her tail high, over to the door that leads outside. She paws at it and looks back at them expectantly.

Michal lets out a soft laugh. “My apologies, your majesty.” He crosses to the door and opens it a sliver, letting Queenie slip out. He closes the door and turns back to look at Cahir who suddenly feels very awkward, standing there with a hard-on.

Michal tilts his head and gestures, “Come here.”

Cahir moves to stand in front of him and Michal reaches out to grab his hips and pull him closer. “I want to try something. Would you be-”

“Yes. Please.”

Michal chuckles and turns Cahir around so his back is to the door. He moves forward into Cahir’s space, his hands on the door above his head. Their entire bodies are pressed together, shoulder to knee. Cahir suddenly feels very hot.

“This alright?”

Cahir struggles to form words. “Yes… I like…this.”

Michal hums. “Good. I’m gonna try something else now.”

“...okay…”

Slowly, Michal grabs on to Cahir’s wrists and moves them above his head, securing them to the door. Cahir tries to squirm out of his grasp, but he can’t move. He feels trapped, his hands caught, his body covered, Michal looking at him with pupils blown, like he’s one breath away from devouring him. And somewhat to his surprise, Cahir desperately wants to be devoured.

“This good?” Michal rumbles.

“Y-yes.”

“Good.” Michal rolls his hips and Cahir can’t help the punched-out groan that comes out of his mouth.

He squirms a little, testing his restraints. They don’t give. Cahir whimpers, and his head rolls back to knock against the door. Michal takes the chance to kiss his neck.

After a quick check-in to get Cahir’s consent to be marked he gets very involved, sucking marks into his neck. He nips and soothes the bite with his tongue as Cahir squirms and moans beneath him. After he’s marked up Cahir’s neck to his standards, he leans back and looks at his masterpiece.

Cahir is flushed, but the dark hickeys on his neck and down his shoulders stand out against his reddened skin. Michal hums, pleased. “Beautiful.” he says, pressing a kiss to one of the bruises. Cahir shivers at the praise.

“Hmm.” Michal gets back on track. He had a plan, after all.

He lets Cahir’s hands go and tugs a bit at the hem of his shirt, a question. Cahir nods, and he reverently pulls Cahir’s shirt off, revealing smooth, pale skin that Michal is itching to get his hands and mouth on. He mouths at Cahir’s collarbone as he strokes his hands down his sides.

He checks in with Cahir and then continues his descent down Cahir’s chest, kissing and licking, running his fingers over his sides and back. He gets to one of Cahir’s nipples and blows on it, causing Cahir to shiver and clutch at Michal’s head, running his fingers through his hair.

“Michal,” he keens, “Please-”

Michal puts his lips over his nipple and sucks. Cahir gasps and pulls Michal’s hair. Michal rumbles happily and licks the redded bud with the flat of his tongue, then swirls his tongue around it. Cahir’s breath is coming out in harsh pants and all he can seem to do is moan and clutch at Michal’s hair. Michal gently bites it, pulling a harsh gasp from Cahir, and moves to the other one, bringing up his hand to play with the abandoned bud. Cahir moans loudly, and then at a higher pitch when Michal bites one nipple while twisting the other one.

Michal gets slightly drunk on Cahir’s gasps and moans. After a while he leans back to examine his work. Cahir’s nipples now wet and erect, his entire chest flushed and covered in bruises and bite marks. Michal adds one more for good measure and then sinks to his knees.

He’s still taller than Cahir sitting down, so kneeling he comes up to about Cahir’s midriff. Cahir rests his hands on Michals shoulders and takes a moment to catch his breath. “Holy shit Michal.” he gasps.

Michal hums happily and licks into his belly button. Cahir cringes away, so Michal desists and simply presses open mouthed kisses to Cahir’s stomach (slightly round with fat, but he can still feel the muscles underneath. He loves it), waiting for Cahir’s breathing to return to normal.

Cahir finally sucks in a breath and looks down at him. Whatever he sees he must like, as his lust-scent gets richer and he swallows. Michal dips his head lower and gently kisses the tip of his prick through his pants. Cahir, still making eye contact with him, shudders.

“Can I suck you off?” Michal rasps.

Cahir bluescreens for a moment. “What?” he asks weakly.

“Get you off with my mouth.” Michal explains. He leans forward to give another soft kiss to his prick and Cahir clutches at his shoulders.

“I wasn’t aware that was a thing you could do.” Cahir whispers.

Michal looks up at him with what he can only describe as a shit-eating grin. “Believe me, it’s possible,” he licks his lips, “and I’m very good at it.”

“Oh.” Cahir feels a little weak in the knees. “I… um… sure, okay.”

Michal rumbles, leans forward, and sucks on the head of Cahir’s dick through his trousers.

“Great sun above.” Cahir whispers, and his knees fully give out. He doesn’t go far before Michal catches him, his hands on his waist holding him up.

Michal tilts his head. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Cahir says, surprised after he says it to discover that it’s true.

“Hold on tight then.” Michal grins, “And don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”

“What- let me fall?”

Michal slips his hands around Cahir to hold securely onto his backside, then with one hand prompts Cahir to put his legs over his shoulders. With both of his legs on his shoulders he holds him up, one arm under his ass and one on his back, and slowly stands up.

Cahir lets out a squeak and clutches at Michal’s head. Michal just smiles. Once he’s standing he presses Cahir back against the door. He slips one arm down so both of his arms are cupping Cahir’s butt, and then grins up at him.

Cahir is staring at him with undisguised shock on his face. “Holy shit.” he whispers.

“You like it?”

Cahir opens and shuts his mouth. “Ngh.” he says.

Michal laughs softly and moves his face close enough he can nuzzle Cahir’s crotch. “I’m gonna need some help getting you out of your trousers.”

Cahir untangles his hands from Michals hair and tries to unlace his trousers. It takes him double the time it normally would since his hands are shaking so much, but eventually he gets them open and pulls his prick out.

Michal licks his lips, and meets Cahir’s eyes. “You’re gorgeous.” He whispers, placing a kiss at the very tip.

Cahir makes a strangled noise and tries to cover his face with his hands but Michal stops him with a noise. “Please let me see your face.”

Cahir moves his hands back to Michal’s hair. Michal places kitten licks all down the length of Cahir’s prick. Cahir’s hands tighten in his hair.

Michal takes the tip in his mouth and sucks. Cahir moans obscenely. “Fuck, Michal.” he whispers.

Michal hums and Cahir jolts. Michal then dedicates himself to dragging as many pornographic sounds out of Cahir as he can, slowly bobbing farther and farther down on his cock. Of course, witchers having no gag reflex, he could easily take Cahir’s entire prick into his mouth right now, but Cahir might freak out, so he goes slow.

By the time he’s finally reached the base of Cahir’s prick, Cahir himself is shaking above him, whimpering in turns as he clutches at Michal head and shoulders. “Michal.” he gasps, “Michal, fuck, I’m gonna…”

Michal hums, pulls off until just the head is in his mouth (Cahir whimpers and tries to pull Michal back on him to no avail), then slips forward until his nose is buried in the curls at the base of his cock, and swallows.

Cahir screams as he comes apart above him, shuddering violently and spending into Michal’s mouth. Michal swallows everything, humming contentedly. Cahir moans Michal’s name as he continues to suck on his prick, coaxing more spend from him and dragging his orgasm out until Cahir collapses on top of him, like a puppet with its strings cut.

Michal gently takes his legs off his shoulders and they both make a slow descent to the floor. Michal leans Cahir against the door and jostles his shoulder. “Cahir? Are you well?”

Cahir is completely zoned out. “Ngh.” he says.

Michal smiles fondly and presses a kiss to Cahir’s forehead. He gets up to get a soft cloth to wipe Cahir off with, and tucks him back into his pants.

Michal himself pulls out his own prick and pumps it once then comes with a grunt. He cleans himself up and puts himself to rights, then sits beside Cahir and wraps an arm around his shoulders, playing with his hair.

After a while Michal can tell by his breathing that Cahir’s come back to himself. “Welcome back.” he murmurs.

Cahir takes a deep breath. “Holy shit.”

Michal chuckles and gets up, picking Cahir up off the ground and moving them both to a chair, Michal sitting with Cahir sitting sideways on his lap. “This okay?”

Cahir hums and relaxes into his chest. “You’re very comfortable.”

Michal strokes a hand down his back. “So I’ve been told.”

Cahir shivers. “Are you cold?” Michal asks.

“A little.” Cahir gets up, grabs his shirt from the floor, and puts it back on before he returns to Michal’s lap. Michal rumbles in happiness.

“Better?”

“Yes.”

Michal wraps his arms around Cahir, using his witcher heat to warm him up.

“Thank you.” Cahir takes a breath. “I was a bit cold, but it was also kind of… weird to be in a state of undress. I’m not used to it.”

Michal snuffles Cahir’s hair. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities to get more comfortable wearing less clothes.”

Cahir laughs. “I probably will, huh?”

“I, for one, would love to see you naked.”

“Maybe sometime.”

“Sometime soon, I hope.”

Cahir rolls back his head to look at Michal. “Hmm.” he giggles, and then tries to look serious. “You’re the best blow job I've ever had.”

Michal tilts his head back and kisses him softly. “I’m honored.” he says.

They stay like that until Queenie comes back and screams to be let in.

Notes:

Nolyn planning his date with Cahir:

 

I didn't have time or energy to edit it, so just pretend the board is full of pictures of Cahir

Chapter 6: Nolyn's Perfect Picnic

Summary:

Nolyn plans a picnic date for Cahir and everything goes wrong.

He’s planned this out perfectly. He’s acquired the necessary goods (sweet talking Marlene until she hands him a basket, whacks him lightly with a towel and tells him to get out of the kitchen), acquired the necessary blanket (picking through the laundry until he finds the thickest, softest blanket there; then getting whacked with a towel and told to get out of the laundry), and dug through the tribute rooms to find 5-8 appropriately romantic candles.

He approaches Cahir at exactly thirty minutes to sunset, basket clutched in his hands and heart hammering in his chest. Cahir is walking with Prince Voorhis, talking with him in a low voice, but he stops when he sees Nolyn, gesturing at the prince to continue. Nolyn is glad. He didn’t really want to do this in front of the prince.

He approaches Cahir and gives him a proper courtly bow, the way he’s seen Keldar do. “Sir Cahir,” he says, “Would you agree to accompany me on an excursion to watch the sun set?”

Cahir looks a little shocked, then returns the bow. He looks at him for a moment, a small smile gracing his face. “Who am I to say no to such an offer?”

Nolyn mentally pumps his fist. He said yes! He hurriedly extends his arm, then immediately second guesses himself. Cahir is a knight, he wouldn’t want to be escorted around like some damsel! But all of Nolyn’s knowledge of how to behave courteously is from a knight’s perspective…

He puts his arm down. “I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to be escorted like a lady-”

Cahir steps forward, running his hand down Nolyn’s arm and lacing their fingers together. “It’s alright.” he says, “Lead the way.”

Nolyn squeezes his hand, grinning widely, and leads him down stairs and out of the keep. He greets the witcher at the gate, who gives him a knowing look, but lets him pass, and he and Cahir are free of the keep and heading towards the surrounding forest.

“May I ask where we are headed?” Cahir asks.

“Oh, forgive me. There’s a nice hill not far from here that has an incredible view of the sunset.”

“That sounds lovely.”

“Oh it is! I hope you don’t mind a bit of walking…”

Cahir squeezes his hand. “I’m used to it. Besides, I quite enjoy your company.”

If witchers could blush, Nolyn would be blushing right now. “I also enjoy your company.”

They pass the time in casual conversation until they reach the top of the gently sloped hill. Nolyn, with a precise eye, sets up their picnic. He spreads the blanket on the grass and gestures for Cahir to sit down, then sets up the candles around the blanket before sitting down himself and starting to unpack the basket.

Cahir looks at the candles, surprised, but he doesn’t say anything.

Nolyn pulls out a frankly absurd number of sandwiches out of the basket. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just brought as many as I could.” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m sure I’ll like one of them at least.” Cahir chuckles, picking one of the sandwiches at random and talking a bite out of it. Nolyn waits as he chews, and then relaxes when he nods and smiles.

“That’s the idea. Oh!” he pulls out a bottle, “Marlene wouldn’t let me take the real wine, but I managed to get some cider… Drat, I knew I forgot something.” He looks through the basket again, but there are still no cups.

Cahir swallows his bite of sandwich and sets it aside. “No problem.” He takes the bottle out of Nolyn’s hands, uncorks it, and takes a swig straight from the bottle.

He hands it back to Nolyn, who is slightly stunned. “Okay.” Nolyn rasps. He hesitates, then takes a sip out of the bottle as well.

They talk more as they make quick work of the sandwiches, Nolyn eating all the ones Cahir doesn’t eat, and passing the bottle between them until it’s empty. By that time the sun is hanging low in the sky. Nolyn scoots a little closer to Cahir.

“It should be setting soon.”

“Hmm.” Cahir apparently noticed Nolyn moving closer cause he moves closer himself and knocks their shoulders together. “I’ve never really done anything like this before.”

“Never?”

“No. I’ve never really had the time I guess. As a knight in service to the Emperor I don’t get a lot of free time to just… sit and watch the world go by.”

“That sucks.”

Cahir chuckles. “It’s all I’ve ever known.”

“Hmm.” Carefully, Nolyn wraps an arm around Cahir’s shoulders. Cahir leans into him.

They sit for a bit, Nolyn psyching himself up to maneuver towards cuddling, when suddenly Cahir jerks his hand off the blanket where it had been resting. “Ow!”

Nolyn’s immediately alert. “What? What is it?”

Cahir brushes his hand off. “I think our dinner attracted a few visitors.”

Nolyn focuses on the blanket and sees ants! At his picnic! How dare they attack Cahir on their date! He grumbles. “I’ll get rid of them for you.”

He then spends a very focused five minutes finding every ant that dared trespass on their blanket and exterminating them with extreme prejudice. When he finally declares the blanket insect-free, Cahir gives him a very soft smile and kisses him on the cheek. “My hero.”

Nolyn melts a little inside. “Anything for you.”

Cahir raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Nolyn sputters. “I just- I meant that- augh.” He distracts himself by fiddling with the candles set up around them.

Cahir chuckles. “I’m just teasing you.”

“Mmph.”

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“Ngh- um. Thank- thank you.”

Cahir grins at him. “You’re welcome.”

Nolyn checks the position of the sun. It’s just brushing the horizon. Perfect. Time for some romantic atmosphere.

He gets up and moves to face the candles, makes the shape for Igni, and very carefully… lets out a large stream of fire that half-melts the candle and sets the surrounding grass on fire.

Both of them let out a yelp of surprise, Cahir jumping up and away from the fire and Nolyn knocking over the candle in his attempt to put out the fire by stomping on it. He eventually is able to smother it with a corner of the blanket. They both take a moment. “Oops.” Nolyn says sheepishly.

They set the blanket (which now smells slightly singed) back to rights.

He probably shouldn’t try to light any more candles regarding how disastrous that last one went but… the romantic lighting…

Cahir looks at him askance as he tries to light another candle, but luckily he lights the rest of them without any more incidents.

Cahir raises an eyebrow at him as he settles back onto the blanket. “That was eventful.”

“Ah, yes sorry. I’m a bit… nervous.”

Cahir scoots closer and takes his hand. “There's no need to be. I’m not going to run away screaming if you do something wrong.”

“Well, maybe, but this is our first date, I want it to be perfect!” Nolyn almost whines.

Cahir’s scent goes a little funny with surprise at the mention of this being a date, but then levels out into fondness. “It is perfect, because I’m enjoying spending time with you.”

“Oh. Really?”

“Mhm.” Cahir loops Nolyn’s arm around his shoulders and snuggles into his side. “And I’m having a lovely time watching the sunset.”

Nolyn smiles and pulls him closer as they watch the sun dip below the horizon in silence. It’s a lovely view, and Nolyn can’t help but appreciate the way the candles light up Cahir’s face in the deepening twilight. He mentally fist pumps. Romantic lighting for the win!

They continue to sit like that until the very last of the sun's rays disappear. Nolyn squeezes Cahir’s shoulder. “We should probably head in.”

As if summoned by his words, the sky opens up and starts pouring. They’re soaked in seconds as they scramble to their feet. Cahir tries to gather the picnic stuff, but Nolyn just grabs his hand and shouts, “Leave it! I’ll come back later.”

Cahir nods and they make their way back down the hill, Nolyn leading with his hand on Cahir’s wrist.

Cahir stumbles over a root and Nolyn catches him, then scoops him up into a bridal carry. After a moment of hesitation, Cahir loops his arms around Nolyn’s neck and holds on tight.

The witcher at the gate sees them coming and opens it as they approach so they can immediately hurry through it and into the keep. The quiet after they escape the pouring rain feels almost weird. Nolyn doesn’t let Cahir go, but slows down a bit from the breakneck pace they had been going at before.

By the time they reach Nolyn’s room, Cahir is shivering despite the thick fur coat he has on. Nolyn juggles holding him and opening the door, slamming it behind him as he deposits Cahir in a chair, throws a few logs into the fireplace and lights them with Igni. He pokes it with a fireplace poker a few times just for good measure, then turns to address Cahir.

“Come on, let's get you out of those wet clothes.”

“Are you sure that’s not just an excuse to get me naked?” Cahir asks, but still gets up and lets Nolyn peel his coat off and lay it in front of the fireplace.

Nolyn winks. “I’m not opposed to the idea.”

Cahir laughs and holds on to Nolyn’s shoulders as he unlaces his boots and takes them off, one at a time, and then pulls off his trousers one leg at a time, leaving Cahir in just his shirt and underthings. These are also, unfortunately, soaked through, meaning Noyln can very clearly see the outline of his prick directly in front of his face. If he leaned forward just a bit he could kiss it.

Cahir must realize this too, as he sucks in a breath and his hands grip Nolyn’s shoulder harder. When Nolyn looks up at him his face is flushed and he’s biting his lip. Nolyn is so tempted to take him out and take him apart with pleasure, but no, he has a plan, he needs to stick to it. Also Cahir really should get out of those wet clothes.

That doesn’t stop him from giving Cahir’s groin a good nuzzle before he stands up and pulls his shirt off. He divests Cahir of the rest of his clothing and wraps him in a blanket. He takes a moment to make sure all of his clothing is set out in the optimal place to dry, then ushers the burritoed Cahir into the bedroom and into the large bed.

Nolyn stokes the fire in this room, then strips out of his own wet clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. He climbs into bed with Cahir, pulling the heavy comforter up to their necks.

“Don’t you think this is a bit overkill?” Cahir’s voice is muffled by his blanket prison.

“I don’t want you getting sick. Humans get sick so easily.”

“Hmm.” Cahir grumbles, then wiggles.

Nolyn helps him by pushing the blanket away from his face. Cahir shakes his head but smiles at him. “I’ll be fine. Honest.”

“You’re still shivering.”

Cair shrugs. “With the amount of blankets you’ve heaped on me, I’ll warm up soon.”

“Yes,” Nolyn agrees, “Or… I’ve been told that witchers serve very well as personal furnaces.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Cahir looks bemused. “You just want an excuse to cuddle with me.”

Nolyn grins, unrepentant. “Maybe.”

Cahir rolls his eyes, but he smells pleased. “Well if you can find a way to get me out of this blanket, I suppose…”

Nolyn finds the end and unrolls him, tucking him in close to his embrace. Cahir startles for a moment at his touch, and then relaxes into his warmth. They end up with Nolyn on his back, Cahir using his chest as a pillow, one hand tracing patterns on his chest, with Nolyns arms wrapped around his back and their legs tangled together.

Nolyn kisses Cahir’s forehead and Cahir makes a happy sound, snuggling closer to him. Nolyn is content to just hold his knight in his arms.

Nolyn can feel Cahir’s hardness at his hip, but doesn’t feel inclined to do something about it… for now. He has a plan after all. He starts by gently stroking Cahir’s back. Cahir tries to rut against him a few times as his hands skate close to his ass, but Nolyn just holds onto his hips and shushes him. “Not yet.” he says.

Cahir grumbles, but subsidies against his chest. After a few more moments of just cuddling, he reaches down to grasp Nolyn’s erection and gives it a squeeze. Nolyn has to bite his tongue to keep from cursing. “But you’re hard.” Cahir says.

Nolyn reaches down and takes his hand off. “Not yet.”

Cahir whines and bites his chest. “Asshole.”

“Hmm.” Nolyn considers, one of his hands ghosting over the curve of Cahir’s ass before returning to his back. “Not right now.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“...okay.” Cahir settles down. He then suddenly smells very dejected. “Do you… not want to have sex with me?”

“What? I- no, of course I do, look at you. I just figured you might want to… take it slow.”

“Fuck that.” Cahir swings his leg over to straddle Nolyn, winds his fingers into his hair, pulls him forward and kisses him.

Nolyn is drunk on the way Cahir tastes and sits up, the blankets pooling around their waist. Cahir slides back so Nolyn’s prick is right against his ass and Nolyn has never wanted to fuck someone as badly as he does right now.

He can’t help but roll his hips forward, grinding along the crease of his ass. Cahir startles, but tentatively rolls his hips backwards.

Nolyn groans, squeezing Cahir’s hips. “You gotta stop that or I’m going to abandon my plan and actually fuck you.”

Cahir looks at him, very confused. “Fuck… me?”

“Yeah, do- oh, I suppose you wouldn’t know, would you?”

“Know what?”

“How men can fuck other men.”

“Men can… Like one would… Is it similar to sex with a woman?”

Nolyn hums. “Kind of.” He moves his hands down to cup Cahir’s butt. “With enough preparation, it’s possible to fuck a man’s asshole similarly to how one would fuck a woman’s cunt.”

“...and that's… pleasurable?”

“If done right, extremely.”

“Oh.” Cahir seems lost in thought.

“Would you like me to show you?”

“What?!” Cahir startles.

“Oh, no, not like that, just- here.” He spreads Cahir’s cheeks apart, and with a finger, gently massages the rim of his hole.

At the first touch Cahir cringes away, but then he relaxes as Nolyn does no more than run his finger around the entrance.

“That doesn’t feel… bad?”

“It feels much better with lubricant. But, I don’t think that’s something you would want to explore tonight.” He moves his hands back up to Cahir’s hips.

“I… don’t think so, no.”

“That’s fine.” Nolyn strokes his back. “We’ll go at your pace.”

“I’m…” Cahir deflates against Nolyn’s chest. “I’m starting to realize there is quite a lot I do not know about bedsport. I thought I had at least somewhat of a grasp on it but…”

“Hey, it’s alright.” Nolyn rubs his back and leans back against the headboard, pulling the blanket back up to cover them. “From what I've heard, they don’t teach nobles shit out there. At least not about important things.”

Cahir laughs softly into his chest. “There’s definitely those that would argue with you about that, but I suppose you’re right.” He sighs.

“And besides, the reason we know so much is because we’ve had time to practice. And Vesimir’s lectures on the topics are extremely thorough.”

“Vesemir…? Nope, nevermind I don’t want to know about that.”

Nolyn chuckles. “Yeah, you’re better off not knowing.”

“But I would like to know… more about what’s possible. If you would like to educate me on the subject.”

“Oh, Cahir.” Nolyn breathes, “There is nothing I would rather do.”

“Really?” Cahir quirks an eyebrow and rocks back.

“Stop that.”

“Hmm.” Cahir relents.

Nolyn takes a good amount of time describing to Cahir the various ways men can have sex with each other, going into detail when Cahir asks. Cahir smells very interested in a few of them, which Nolyn files away for later use, but eventually even he runs out of positions to describe and they fall into silence while Cahir ponders his new sexual knowledge.

“Are there any that you would be interested in?” Nolyn asks after a while.

“I do not know.” Cahir thinks for a bit. “I would be down to try… a few of them. Just for curiosity’s sake.”

“Yeah, that’s how you do it. Mess around and figure out what you like and don’t like.”

“It seems so simple when you say it like that.”

“It is.”

Cahir shifts under Nolyn’s hands. “To you it must seem so.”

“Oh. Nilfgaard.” Nolyn almost spits the name.

“Yes.” Cahir sighs.

Nolyn pulls Cahir towards him and nuzzles his hair. “You know no one cares about who you do or do not have sex with here?”

“I know. It’s just difficult to… turn off the worry. All I’ve ever known of sex since I first knew what it was was that it had consequences. There were numerous political ramifications that you had to consider before you even thought about taking someone to bed. In Nilfgaard it’s…”

“Complicated?”

“Yes. And here it’s so simple.”

“A lot of things are.”

“Hmm.”

They lay in silence for a bit, Cahir turning those thoughts over in his mind, Nolyn watching him and stroking his back. He sees the change of expression when Cahir puts his current thoughts away and changes the subject.

“So.”

Nolyn raises an eyebrow. “So?”

“We’re here, in a very big bed… naked.”

“So we are.”

“Would be a shame to waste this opportunity.”

Nolyn leans in closer. “It would, truly.”

Cahir smiles and leans in, brushing his lips over Nolyn’s. “Do you want to take advantage of it?”

Nolyn’s grip on him tightens. “Oh, yes.”

He pulls Cahir back down for a bruising kiss and they make out for a bit.

Somehow Nolyn gets around to sitting up, aligning their cocks, spitting on his hand, and starting to jerk them both off at the same time. Cahir acts like he’s just blown his mind.

He holds onto Nolyn’s shoulders in a crushing grip and ruts into Nolyn’s hand, letting out a shaky breath whenever their cocks brush.

“This is… nice.” He gasps out.

Nolyn grins and twists his hand, wringing a moan out of Cahir. “It is.” He agrees.

“I think I might…”

Nolyn kisses his neck. “Do it. Spend for me, Cahir.”

Cahir comes all at once, with a groan that’s muffled by Nolyn’s mouth on his. He spends a moment panting, coming down from his orgasm.

“Hmm.” He smiles at Nolyn. “I liked that.”

Nolyn kisses him on the forehead and then pounces on him, gently licking his softening cock free of spend and wiping him off with a corner of the bedsheet. He goes to jerk himself off, Cahir’s come still on his hand, but only gets a few pumps in when Cahir stops him, grabbing his wrist.

“I-” He suddenly blushes and Nolyn is hit with a wave of insecurity, but with an undercurrent of lust.

He takes his hand with his clean one. “Go on.”

“Uh, when Michal…” He trails off.

“When Michal?”

“Michal and I… he wanted to show me his cat, and it escalated, and-” Cahir blushes deeper and looks away, unable to meet his eyes.

Nolyn grins. He has an idea of what Cahir might mean. “You mean, when he sucked you off?”

“Yes, that.” Cahir shakes his head, “Wait, how did you know?”

Nolyn sinks back into a sitting position and pulls Cahir close to him (wiping his hand on the sheet before he does). He presses gently on one of the bruises littering Cahir’s neck and chest. “He marked you up a good bit.”

Cahir flushes at the reminder. Nolyn chuckles. “Also we talked about it.”

Cahir smells surprised. “You talked?”

“Yes. Did you think we wouldn’t share the details?”

“I guess I didn’t really think about it.”

“We talk about you a lot.”

“Oh… I’m not sure what to think about that.” He goes silent for a bit. “I’ve never had one lover, much less three. I don’t quite know what the… How one usually goes about this.”

Nolyn just shrugs. “We’re just making it up as we go mostly. Anyway, we’ve gotten off track. You were talking about Michal?”

“Yes.” He looks down at Nolyn’s still-hard cock. “I’d like to try…”

“Using your mouth?”

Cahir seems relieved he doesn’t have to say it. “Yes.”

“Well, I’m not going to turn down any offer to suck me off.”

Cahir fiddles with his hands. “I don’t know what I'm doing.”

“I know.” Nolyn cups his face with one hand and places a gentle kiss on his lips. “I can tell you what to do. Teach you. Is that what you want?”

Cahir nods, and Nolyn grins. “Well, let's get to it! You’ll be a prick-sucking champion in no time.”

Cahir makes some sort of aborted half-choking, half-laughter sound. “If you say so. Where do you want me?”

“Here.” Nolyn sits back against the headboard and positions him so he’s kneeling between his legs. Cahir hesitantly places his hands on Nolyn’s upper thighs.

“Are you comfortable? You can lay down if you want.”

“This is fine.” Cahir looks at Nolyn’s prick, unsure but determined.

He looks back up at Nolyn, then reaches out and takes him in hand. Nolyn groans. “You’re doing great.”

Cahir laughs. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Listen.” Nolyn tilts Cahir’s head up to look him in the eyes. “Whatever you do is going to be amazing, no matter how unskilled you are. And if it starts to hurt, or you don’t want to anymore, we stop. Got it?”

“Yes.” Cahir nips at his fingers and Nolyn laughs.

“First thing to do is use your tongue. Saliva is good. Saliva is your friend, so you ideally want to get the prick as wet as possible.”

“Saliva is your friend.” Cahir softly repeats to himself, then leans down and licks at the top of Nolyn’s prick.

Nolyn moans. “Excellent.”

“So I just keep licking?”

“For now, yes. You can lick all of it.”

Cahir makes little kitten-licks all down the length of his cock. Nolyn makes sure to show his appreciation through his obscenely loud moans. Cahir smells very pleased about it.

“What next?” Cahir asks.

Nolyn takes a breath. “Okay, first thing - don’t use your teeth, at least not for right now. Teeth are an advanced technique, but right now you’re going to use your lips exclusively. Try putting the tip in your mouth.”

“Okay.” Cahir gently takes the tip of Nolyn’s prick into his mouth, and then looks up at him, blue eyes wide and innocent with his lips wrapped around Nolyn’s cock holy fucking shit.

Nolyn has just enough time to pull Cahir off of his prick and cover its head before he’s spending. Despite his best efforts a few drops of come get onto Cahir’s face and Nolyn feels like he could possibly come again from just the image of Cahir covered in his spend. Fuck.

Cahir smells anxious. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no absolutely not you were perfect-” Nolyn pulls Cahir up to kiss him, “-you were so amazing, literally the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

Cahir laughs incredulously, “I never even got around to the actual blowjob part!”

“Still the best.” Nolyn keeps kissing him until the uncertainty in his scent fades, replaced with lust and affection. Much better.

Cahir giggles. “I think you might be lying.” He says, booping Nolyn’s nose in between words.

Nolyn scoffs. “Witchers don’t lie.”

“Hmm.” Cahir settles against him and pouts a bit. “I never even got to finish that blowjob.”

“Well you’ll have a second chance soon enough, if you want it.”

“Hmm?” Cahir looks down to see Nolyn’s prick is, indeed, regaining its hardness. He reaches over and pumps it a few times, in which it fully stands to attention. He looks back at Nolyn. “Care to teach me the rest?”

“Oh fuck yes.”

Notes:

Nolyn:

Chapter 7: Nolyn Lets Off Some Steam

Summary:

Nolyn gets some, then Eryk gets some also.

Nolyn strides into the room where Michal and Eryk are hanging out, Michal sitting in a chair reading a book while Eryk sprawls lazily on the bearskin rug. He slams the door behind him, strides over to Michal and straddles him, pulling him into the filthiest kiss Eryk has ever seen.

Eryk reaches over and takes Michals book from his hand, marking his place and setting it aside.

Nolyn comes up for air and grinds down with his hips. “I need to ride you.” he rasps.

Michal raises an eyebrow. “Hello. Welcome back.”

Eryk rolls onto his stomach, puts his chin in his hands, and swings his legs back and forth. “So how was your date with Cahir?”

Nolyn lets out an extended groan as he steps off of Michal and strips his shirt off. “He's so cute, I almost can’t believe he’s real.” He removes the rest of his clothing quickly and efficiently.

Eryk licks his lips as Nolyn’s cock is revealed, hard and leaking. “Oh?”

Nolyns next groan is muffled since he has crawled onto the bed, his face in the sheets and his ass in the air, already fingering himself open with the oil they keep in the bedside table for this very reason.

Eryk bites his lip and palms himself through his pants as he watches Nolyn’s finger disappear into his hole. He pushes himself up and moves over to stand at the foot of the bed, taking the oil from Nolyn’s hand and taking over stretching him open as Nolyn mutters odes to Cahir into the pillow.

Michal, now also devoid of clothing, settles at the top of the bed and starts playing with Nolyn’s hair. Eryk also gives himself a moment to drool over Michal’s prick, which, being the longest and thickest of the three, is very drool-worthy. He gets back to work. “Did he enjoy the picnic?” he asks.

Nolyn turns his head to the side so he’s no longer muffled by the blankets. “My picnic idea was shit.”

“Hey.” Michal tugs his hair.

“It was a total shitshow!” He brings his arms up to flail, pushing himself back on Eryk’s fingers, accidentally nailing himself in the prostate. “Oh fuck that’s good.” He groans.

Eryk smirks, crooking his fingers to draw another loud moan out of Nolyn. “So what happened?”

“Well it started out okay.” Nolan tries to fuck himself on Eryks fingers and Eryk slaps his ass in admonishment. “Asshole.”

“Yes, that’s where my fingers are.” he rubs them over his prostate. “Continue.”

“He… ah… He didn’t complain about the sandwiches, and I forgot… cups.” He moans as Eryk adds a third finger.

“You forgot cups?”

“For the… for the cider. So we drank out of the bottle. It was his idea. Kinda… hot. Actually… ah…”

“Hmm.” Eryk adds another finger. “It wound you up to put your mouth where his had been?”

“A little bit- fuck, Eryk! Yeah.”

Eryk hums. “I think you’re stretched enough. What do you think Michal?”

Michal leans over and pulls Nolyn’s asscheeks apart, watching as Eryk takes his fingers out of Nolyn, his hole clenching down on nothing.

“Decadent.” he says. “I should have licked him open.”

“Yes, well, we need him at least somewhat coherent for the time being.”

Michal hums an assent.

“I fucking hate you guys.” Nolyn wheezes.

Eryk slaps him on the ass again. “Ungrateful.”

“I swear to Melitele if I’m not filled with something in the next second-”

Michal leans back against the head of the bed and puts his hands behind his head. “I thought you wanted to ride me?”

Nolyn almost kicks Eryk in the head in his scramble to get up. Michal steadies him with his hands on his waist as he positions himself facing Michal. He grabs Michal’s cock, already oiled up, lines him up with his hole, and slams himself down, taking Michal to the hilt in one move. They both moan.

“Gorgeous.” Eryk comments.

They both look at him, Michal with dark eyes full of desire, Nolyn with a small smirk.

“Why are you still dressed?” Michal asks.

Eryk rolls his eyes, but takes his clothes off and clambers onto the bed. “I wanna hear more about the date.”

“Oh yeah.” Nolyn says, as he starts to slowly move up and down on Michal’s prick. “It went okay at first. He let me put my arm over his shoulders.”

“Ooh, nice. Classic move.” Eryk says as he starts to stroke his own prick in time to Nolan’s movements.

“Gah, it was perfect. He liked the food, the sunset was gorgeous, we were almost cuddling!”

“Then it all went wrong?”

“Yeah.” Nolyn sits down, fully impaled, and rotates his hips.

Eryk knows he likes doing that cause it makes Michal feel even bigger inside him. He reaches over and runs a finger along where Nolyn and Michal are joined, punching a moan out of the both of them. “Goddess, you’re both beautiful like this.”

Nolyn slaps his hand away and goes back to fucking himself. “Stop distracting me. So it was going well, but then Cahir got bitten by a bug!”

“Oh no.” Eryk deadpans.

“They were attracted by the crumbs I guess. I finally got rid of all of them and then the sun started to set so I tried to light the candles and I nearly started a fire.” Nolyn looks a little sheepish.

“Lost control of your Igni again?”

“I was anxious!”

Michal pinches Nolyn’s hip. “Keep telling you you need to work on that.”

Nolyn glares at him, pulls out until just the tip of his dick is still inside, and then slams down hard. Michal lets out a punched out noise. “Shut up.” Nolyn says.

“So the fire?” Eryk prompts.

“I put it out, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

“And I managed to light the rest of the candles fine!” he sticks his tongue out at Michal. “So there.”

Michal growls and pulls him into a punishing kiss, only pulling away after Nolyn bites his lip.

Nolyn sighs and stops bouncing, just sitting on Michal’s dick and moving his hips minutely. “It actually was very romantic. The candlelight simply highlighted his already striking face, and the sunset reflected in his eyes…”

“Are we going to get another sonnet about Cahir’s eyes out of this?”

Nolyn squawks and tries to hit Eryk, who easily dodges out of the way. “That was one time!”

Michal hums. “More like three or four.”

Eryk does a dramatic pose. “My love thy eyes may not be merely blue / But color purer than the skies above / a richness undeserving of their hue / and I would swim in them unto a dove / flies freely in the heavens up on high-.” he quotes then gets cut off when Nolyn throws a pillow at him.

Nolyn looks about ready to get off his seat on Michal’s prick to go over there and strangle him, but Michal’s grasp on his hips prevents him. “I’m never telling you guys anything ever again.”

“Noooo,” Erk tumbles onto his front and puts his face in his hands. “We wanna hear about the rest of the date!”

Nolyn grumbles, squeezes Michal’s hands, and starts moving on his prick again. “Not after you were mean to me.”

He turns back to look at Michal, who is giving him pleading eyes. His hands skate up to play with Nolyn’s nipples. “Please?”

Nolyn rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

Michal hums and kisses him. Nolyn stops again and gets lost in his mouth. Eryk clears his throat and they pull away.

“As much as I love this view,” He wiggles back onto his back and squeezes his dick so they can see a drop of precum run down his length, “I do want to hear what happened, preferably sometime before next week.”

Nolyn rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

Eryk preens. “I know.”

Nolyn continues fucking himself. “So, it was finally getting romantic, and we actually had the chance to cuddle and watch the sunset, but then out of nowhere it started raining!”

“Oh no.” Michal says.

“So we have to book it into the keep, soaking wet. Of course I was carrying him cause it was dark, so I brought him up to my room and got his wet clothes off.”

“Oh?” Eryk leans back on his elbows and raises an eyebrow.

“He was soaked, I had to get him warm somehow!”

“Mhm...” Eryk smirks.

Nolyn almost blushes. “Shut the hell your mouth.”

Eryk sniffs. “I will not.”

“So you had him warmed up.” Michal prompts.

“I wrapped him in a blanket and put him in my bed to cuddle with. I had a whole plan for how to seduce him, but then he tried to seduce me! And I was like, let’s stick to the plan and he asked if I wasn’t interested in having sex with him.”

“What?” Eryk says.

“I know! As if I’d ever not want Cahir, sexually or otherwise.” Nolyn says.

“He’s insecure.” Michal adds.

Eryk grins. “Well, we can work on that.”

Michal hums. “What next?”

“So I told him that of course I wanted him, I just thought he would want to take it slow, and guys-” Nolyn takes a deep breath and his lust-scent gets stronger.

Eryk sits up. “What?”

Nolyn slams down on Michal’s cock and stills. “He said ‘Fuck that’ and straddled me. His ass was right against my cock- I wanted to fuck him so bad.”

Eryk moans and thrusts into his hand. Michal growls and thrusts up into Nolyn, hitting that sweet spot that always causes Nolyn to shout.

“Oh goddess… Did you?” Eryk pants.

Nolyn sighs. “No. I actually accidentally said something about it, which he didn’t understand, so then I had to explain ass fucking to him- which reminds me,” he addresses Eryk, “I want to fuck you after this.”

“Okay.” Eryk finds the jar of oil in the sheets and opens the bedside table, pulling out the carved wooden prick he had for this type of occasion. Or many different types of occasion. Look, sometimes he wants to sit on a prick and see how many times he can make himself come untouched and if his friends weren’t available, he made do. (His current record was 7 in a row and 13 over the course of a day)

He sets to work stretching himself open. Nolyn groans when he lubes up his fingers and immediately presses three into his hole, relishing in the stretch. He is a very enthusiastic and horny bottom and he likes to fuck frequently and well.

Both Michal and Nolyn watch him intently as he works himself open. It doesn't take him long to stretch himself wide enough to fit the wooden prick. Once he has it lubed up he slowly works it inside of him, then shifts position so he’s sitting up, places the flat bottom of he prick against the bed, and sinks down on it. Once he’s made sure it’s wholey inside him and not likely to slip out, he sits down, casually crossing his legs. The pressure of the bed against the bottom of the prick as he’s sitting keeps it snugly inside him.

“Every time you do that I feel my prick is going to explode.” Nolyn rasps.

Eryk grins. He shifts a bit and clenches down on the prick. It’s a pleasant fullness inside him, filling him just enough. He loves doing this. He also loves watching people’s reactions to him doing this. Nolyn and Michal both look like they want to devour him wholly.

He raises an eyebrow. “Well? Weren’t you two having sex?”

Nolyn whimpers. “I think I’m close.”

“You can’t come already, you haven’t finished your story yet!” Eryk teases.

“There’s not much else.” Nolyn gasps. He has one hand around the base of his prick as an impromptu cock ring and from the pinched look on Michal’s face he’s clearly clenching down around his cock. They’re both flushed and panting, Nolyn squirming, pierced on Michal’s dick with nowhere to go from the grip Michal has on his waist. Michal is trying to distract himself by biting at Nolyn’s neck.

Eryk bites back a giggle at the sight of them. He starts leisurely jerking himself off again.

Nolyn moans. “It’s… we…”

“Yes?”

“I jerked us both off… then he asked if he could suck my dick…”

Michal growls and his grip tightens.

“Did he?” Eryk asks.

“Yes.”

Michal growls louder, and Eryk has just enough time to get out of the way before he’s flipping them, pinning Nolyn to the bed with his entire weight. Nolyn wraps his legs around his waist and kicks at his ass. He grips Michal’s hands where they’re planted on the bed beside his head.

“Michal,” he whines, “Fuck me, please.”

Michal grabs his wrists, pins them to the bed, and starts hammering his hips into Nolyn, hitting his sweet spot straight on every thrust. Nolyn screams and writhes underneath him.

Eryk sits back, enjoying the show.

When Michal takes his hands off of Nolyns wrists and pushes his legs up to get a better angle, Eryk gets a perfect view of Michal splitting him in half with his giant cock, bending him almost in half as he pounds into his tight hole.

Eryk shivers. He knows that dick intimately and he knows it is good, and from the way Nolyn is bucking and screaming, he knows it too. And is also extremely close to coming.

Eryk lets go of his own prick and scoots forward, reaching between them to grab Nolyn’s. He synchronizes his pumps with Michal’s thrusts and it only takes a few seconds before Nolyn is shaking and chanting their names as he spills into Eryk’s fist. Michal thrusts a few more times and then holds Nolyn to him as he comes inside him with a growl.

Eryk jerks himself off with Nolyn’s spend still on his hand and comes with a sigh. They all lay like that for a bit, sticky and satiated. Michal pulls out of Nolyn and rolls off of him. Nolyn grumps a bit at feeling empty, but is satisfied by Michal pulling him in to cuddle.

As the most level-headed one at the moment, Eryk nominates himself to get out of the bed to grab a wet cloth to wipe them off with.

Nolyn eventually comes back to himself, wrapped in Michals arms. He loves this, being surrounded by one lover while watching the other move around the room. It isn’t until Eryk turns around that he realizes he traded the wooden dick for a butt plug. Nolyn groans. His dick is making a very valiant effort to spring back to attention, and it’s not quite there yet but almost.

He watches Eryk flit around the room, the dark wood of the plug against his pale skin catching his eye every time he turns round.

Eryk bends down to pour the water pitcher into the basin, and Nolyn swears he wiggles his butt at him as he Igni’s the water and dips a cloth into it. Nolyn is now fully back to hard from watching Eryk, and as Eryk turns back around to walk over, Nolyn can see he’s swelling up too.

Michal hmms behind him and he feels his prick stiffening against his back. “It’s so hot how shameless he is.” Michal murmurs.

“Goddess, yes.” Nolyn whispers.

Eryk definitely heard them, but doesn’t mention it as he reaches them and wipes them down where spend is drying on their skin. He moves the cloth over Nolyn’s erect cock with a smirk, coaxing a moan out of him, then moves to do the same to Michal.

He stands back and wipes himself off, then turns around and saunters back to the bowl. Nolyn takes himself in hand and bites his lip as Eryk dips the cloth and squeezes it dry. He drapes it over the side of the bowl and looks back at them.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me?” He asks coyly.

Nolyn is across the room in an instant. Eryk laughs as he picks him up and strides back across the room, throwing him on the bed. Eryk flips around in the air and lands on his hands and knees.

He sticks his ass up and looks over his shoulder to meet Nolyn’s eyes. “Well, come on then.”

Michal helpfully reaches over and spreads his asscheeks apart so Nolyn can more easily see Eryk clenching around the butt plug.

Nolyn feels like he’s just been suckerpunched in the gut with arousal. He stands at the edge of the bed and pulls Eryk towards him by the front of his thighs. Michal runs his hand down to tap the butt plug, drawing a moan out of Eryk, before he retreats to the front of the bed and watches them, taking himself in hand.

Nolyn pulls at the plug and pushes it back in, drinking in the sight of his asshole stretching to accommodate its girth. “You’re always such a fucking tease.” He mutters, pulling the plug out to its widest and holding it there, stretching his rim. “You knew what you were doing, walking around with a plug, flaunting your perfect ass.”

Eryk mewls under him and lowers the top of his body to the bed, pushing his ass further backwards. Nolyn lets go of the plug and it slips back inside his ass. Eryk lets out a satisfied groan.

“You’re so easy to rile up.” Eryk teases.

Nolyn can’t even argue. He sticks his tongue out at Michal, who's giving him a look that says he agrees. Michal just moves forward and leans across Eryk to kiss Nolyn.

Eryk whines. “Excuse me, why am I not being fucked right now!?”

Michal and Nolyn both laugh. Michal pulls Eryk up to kiss him and Eryk melts into the kiss with a mewling sound. Nolyn runs his hands back over his ass. He locates the bottle of oil and lubes up his prick, then, in one move, pulls the buttplug out of Eryk’s ass and replaces it with his cock.

Eryk moans into Michal’s mouth as the tip of Nolyn’s prick slips easily inside him. Nolyn slowly pushes until he’s hilted inside Eryk. They both moan.

“Not that… ngh… not that this isn’t great and all, but could you sometime get around to, i don’t know, fucking me?”

Nolyn rolls his eyes and looks at Michal, who raises his eyebrows. They coordinate, Michal pinning Eryks wrists to the bed as Nolyn pulls out slowly until just the tip is inside.

He then slams forward, pushing a shout out of Eryk, and sets a punishing pace, fucking Eryk into the mattress. Eryk writhes underneath him, but his hands on his hips and Michal’s hands on his wrists effectively stop him from going anywhere.

Nolyn and Michal can both pinpoint the moment Eryk realizes he’s trapped cause he melts into them with a sigh, trusting them to hold him down. He’s mumbling words, their names and ‘yes’ and ‘so good’ as well as random noises.

Eryk makes a needy sound. “I need-”

“Yes?” Nolyn slows down so Eryk can think.

Eryk whimpers at the slow drag of Nolyn’s cock against his insides. He tries to speak a few times, then gives up. He looks up at Michal and opens his mouth.

Michal releases his wrists, reaches forward and caresses his face, pressing two fingers into his mouth, which Eryk enthusiastically sucks on. “Of course sweetling.” He murmurs.

Michal moves until he’s sitting directly in front of Eryk. Eryk immediately tries to get his dick in his mouth. Michal laughs. “Slowly.”

Eryk whines as he holds his mouth open, letting Michal feed him his prick. He only gets about a third of the way down before Michal stops him. He makes a grumpy noise and tries to take more. Michal runs a hand through his hair. “Eryk.”

Eryk stops and looks up at him. Michal cups his face. “You’re doing so well.”

Eryk purrs around his cock and Michal groans. He takes Eryk’s wrists again and pins them back to the bed. “You’re so good for us.” He smiles. “Alright. You ready?”

Eryk slow blinks at him. Michal looks at Nolyn and nods.

Nolyn pulls back and pounds into Eryk, pushing him further on Michal’s cock. Eryk moans and Michal moans with him. Nolyn returns to his previous pace, pounding into Eryk with witcher speed and precision.

All Eryk can do is lie there and take it, the comforting weight of a cock in his mouth, his hands pinned, being fucked in the ass very enthusiastically. All he has to do is drift, aloft in the sensations and the slow coil of pleasure in his gut. Almost at a distance, he registers Nolyn’s pace getting more frantic, every thrust of his hitting that good spot inside Eryk that makes him see stars.

He’s been teetering on the edge of pleasure so long he almost doesn’t realize he’s about to snap until suddenly he’s spending. Michal reaches over and pumps his cock as Nolyn keeps fucking him through his orgasm, extending it. He feels come hit the back of his throat and he gleefully swallows it down, still shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure, Michal’s hand on his cock and Nolyn’s prick in his ass.

Nolyn keeps fucking him until he shudders and spends into him. Eryk sighs happily, then whines as Michal extracts his dick from his mouth. He subsides when Michal instead runs his fingers through his hair.

He doesn’t realize until a while later that his legs had gone out sometime during that and now Nolyn is lying on him, pressing him into the mattress. Eryk feels a trickle of spend roll down his thigh and sighs contentedly.

He contracts around Nolyn’s prick, still in his ass, and Nolyn hisses and bites his shoulder. “Give me a minute.”

“Okay.” Eryk says, and settles in to wait. He never has to wait long.

Notes:

Nolyn upon entering the room:

Chapter 8: Accidental Polycule Negotiations (tm)

Summary:

Cahir and the boys finally talk about... whatever they are to each other. Sort of.

Time passes and Cahir gets comfortable with this new situation he’s in. He still trains with the witcher trainees, and occasionally just with Michal, Eryk and Nolyn. Sometimes in his free time he hangs out in one of their rooms, sometimes with one or all three of them. He enjoys spending time with the three of them, all draped in various locations in chairs or on the floor, talking about anything or simply enjoying each other’s company. He also enjoys when one of the three drags him up to their room, or to an unused space, for them to spend a very pleasant time fumbling with each other’s pants, sometimes ending up with their cocks pressed together, one hand jerking them both off, or his cock in their mouth, or their cock in his mouth.

He’s enjoying himself immensely.

If someone had told him before he came to Kaer Morhen that he’d be having extremely good sex with three separate people on a regular basis with no political consequences whatsoever, he’d have thought they were certifiably insane.

They’ve each started acting a little bit differently towards him. Eryk is extremely touchy-feely, even more so than before, which is really saying something. Whenever he’s close to Cahir he’ll throw an arm around his shoulders, or lace their fingers together, and he’s always touching Cahir to get his attention.

Michal is also touchy-feely, but in a different way, in that he keeps picking Cahir up and carrying him everywhere. He’ll put him down if Cahir asks, but then he looks so sad and dejected that Cahir has to allow him to pick him up again. He holds Cahir close and rumbles deep within his chest and Cahir, despite himself, feels very safe in his arms.

Nolyn keeps holding his hand. Every time they meet up he kisses his hand and looks up at him with such clear affection in his eyes it makes Cahir flush.

The first time all the boys pull him into the middle of a puppy pile and fall asleep on him, he is very confused. But it's extremely pleasant to be surrounded by his witchers and their comforting body heat, and he sometimes finds himself drifting to sleep despite himself.

One time he woke up in Michal’s arms to the sight of Eryk and Nolyn languidly kissing in front of him. He makes some sort of noise and they pull apart and look at him.

“Hi.” Eryk says.

“...hi?”

“You smell confused.” Michal says.

“I wasn’t aware… I didn’t think that…” Cahir stutters.

Eryk tilts his head.

Cahir swallows. “Are you… together?”

Eryk and Nolyn look at each other, then at Cahir and Michal.

“We should probably talk about this.” Michal says.

Eryk sighs and flops into Nolyn’s arms. “The three of us have sex. A lot, actually.” he says.

“Oh.” Cahir’s mind, unbidden, goes back to that time he accidentally- nope, he’s not thinking about it.

Michal nuzzles his hair. “You okay?”

Eryk shrugs. “Honestly, we thought you would have figured that out since you walked in on-” Nolyn pinches him, “Hey!”

“We should probably talk about that too.” Nolyn adds. He turns to Cahir. “So, you remember when you walked in on us having sex?”

Dammit, now he’s thinking about it. Cahir goes extremely red. “Yes.”

“Well it may have been… slightly intentional.”

“...what.”

“The rooms have a silencing spell on them.” Michal says.

“But- I heard…”

“The spell doesn’t block the sound if you intend for someone outside to hear.”

They wait for the cogs to turn in Cahir’s brain. “So… you wanted me to hear?”

“It was Eryk’s plan.” Nolyn says, immediately throwing him under the bus.

Eryk tries to hit him but can’t get a good angle from his place in Nolyn’s arms.

“You… what?” Cahir looks at Eryk.

Eryk looks sheepish. “I wanted to let you know we were interested. I will admit now it might not have been the best way to go about it-”

“Interested?”

“Yes.”

“In… what?”

Eryk looks at the others, then back at Cahir. “Interested in being with you.”

“Oh.” Cahir stares off into space for a moment.

“Sexually.” Eryk helpfully adds.

“...Oh.” he says, strangled.

They give him a moment to process.

Eventually he says, “You’re all… what does that mean?”

Eryk shrugs. “It can mean whatever you want it to mean. If you want to continue having sex with us separately that’s fine, or if you want to stop that’s fine too. But we just want you to know that we’re interested in having sex with you as a… collective.”

Cahir blinks. “A collective.”

“All three of us and you. At the same time.” Nolyn says.

“At the same time.” Cahir repeats.

Michal chuckles, not unkindly. “I think you broke him.”

“I just… I can’t imagine how that would even work.” Cahir says, still staring off into space.

Eryk shrugs. “It can be messy and awkward sometimes but we would figure it out.”

“...figure what out? I still can’t… Sex with three other people at the same time? How would…I don’t… I don’t know if I would be interested in that because I don’t even know how it would be accomplished.” Cahir finds himself spiraling, but the comforting weight of Michal’s arms around him brings him back.

Eryk hums. He looks at the others, then back at Cahir. “Maybe it would be easier if we showed you.”

Cahir finally makes eye contact with him. “Show me?”

“Yeah, like how you saw us the first time.”

Cahir makes a strangled noise and smells of embarrassed lust. “...what? What does that mean?”

“You can watch us.” Nolyn says.

The embarrassed lust scent gets stronger as Cahir looks wide-eyed at them. “Watch you?” He visibly thinks about it for a moment.

Eryk reaches over to cup his cheek. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I think it sounds…” Cahir struggles to find words, “good? I mean, I would be amenable to that. I think.”

“If you’re not totally sure then we won’t do it.” Eryk moves his thumb back and forth.

“I’m… unsure.”

The three of them gather around him comfortingly, each of them touching him in some small way. Michal keeps running his hand through Cahir’s hair, Eryk is snuggled up to his side, and Nolyn has pulled Cahir’s legs onto his lap and is running his thumb back and forth over his ankles.

After a moment of quiet, Cahir says, “This is extremely new to me.”

“We know.” Eryk says, “That’s why we’re taking it slow, easing you into new experiences.”

“You’re all so much more experienced than I am, and better at… sex. Maybe I’m not…” Cahir trails off.

“You’ve been in a pretty shitty situation.” Michal says, “You just haven’t had the opportunity to explore it until now.”

“And it’s okay that you don’t know what you’re doing.” Nolyn adds, “We had to figure it out ourselves through a lot of trial and error. And I mean a lot. We messed up a bunch.”

“Eryk had to go to Triss ‘cause he got a-”

Eryk slaps a hand over Michal’s mouth. “Shut up! He doesn’t need to know that.”

“He put something up his ass and it got stuck.” Nolyn says with a shit-eating grin.

Eryk yowls. He jumps on Nolyn and tries to strangle him. Nolyn just laughs.

Eryk gives up on strangling him. “Well, what about that time you decided to play dress up, tripped, and almost cracked your skull open on the edge of the fireplace?”

“Hey!” Nolyn tackles him.

Michal chuckles, and Cahir finds himself laughing despite himself. Nolyn gets distracted by him laughing and Eryk gets the upper hand and pins him to the bed. Nolyn leans up and pecks him on the lips. Eryk is surprised enough to relax his hold. Nolyn rolls him over and they go back to grappling.

Michal nuzzles Cahir’s hair. Cair takes a deep breath and lets it out.

Michal lets him sit for a bit, kicking at Nolyn and Eryk when they roll too close to Cahir. Eventually, he asks, “What are you thinking?”

Cahir fiddles with his hands. “I never thought I would be in this situation. Or that this was even a situation it was possible to find oneself in.”

Michal hums in encouragement.

“I was very shocked at the idea at first, but…”

“But?”

“I think it may be something I’m interested in. Or something I’m interested in trying. At the very least I know I like the idea of… of the three of you at once.”

Michal noses his neck and kisses it. “From the smell of you, you seem to like it quite a lot.”

Cahir lets out a shaky breath. “Well, the three of you are… quite something.”

Michal laughs softly. “That we are.”

Cahir can feel Michal’s erection at his back, but at the moment Michal seems content to simply hold him and watch as Nolyn and Eryk tumble off the bed and roll across the floor.

When Nolyn finally pins Eryk and pulls him into a filthy kiss, Cahir squirms a bit in Michal’s arms.

Michal rumbles, “Is that something you’d be interested in? Watching?”

“Watching the three of you… yes. Yes, very much.” Cahir bites his lip.

“Would you be up for it right now?”

Cahir is very turned on right now as a result from this whole…conversation. He had been trying to not think about the three of them having sex for so long and now he’s finally getting the chance to be a part of it. A part of what he walked in on. He only got a glimpse that first time and they… They want him to look. They want to be looked at. And he wants to look at them.

“Yes.” he whispers.

He looks over to where Nolyn and Eryk have stopped wrestling and are now very sloppily making out. They both stop and look at him when his lust scent gets deeper.

“Cahir wants to watch.” Michal says.

They both immediately scramble up and start shedding their clothes. Cahir has only seen them naked a few times so he drinks in the slow reveal of tantalizing skin. Nolyn gets his clothes off first because Eryk has turned it into a strip show and is soaking up the attention.

Nolyn jumps onto the bed. “C’mon, stop showing off!”

Eryk shakes his hips as he pulls his smallclothes off. “Spoilsport.” He says, throwing them at Nolyn, who catches them and throws them back. Eryk neatly dodges and his smallclothes go flying off into the corner of the room to be forgotten about.

Eryk puts his hands on his hips. “Rude.”

Nolyn raises an eyebrow. “Do you want to get fucked or not?”

Eryk sticks out his tongue but moves onto the bed.

Michal, still clothed, addresses Cahir, “How do you want to do this?”

“Um… I feel like I would be in the way on the bed so… the chair?”

Michal hums and scoops Cahir up, slipping off the bed and depositing him on the chair.

As Michal is making sure he’s settled and has a good view of the bed Nolyn says, “You’d never be in the way.”

“Yeah.” Eryk leans back on his elbows and crosses his legs at the ankles, providing Cahir with an unabashed view of his extremely erect prick bouncing against his stomach. “If you ever want to get a close up view,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “you’re always welcome.”

“Thank you.” Cahir says, at a loss for anything else to say.

Michal wraps a blanket around him for good measure.

“Stop fussing over him and get over here.” Nolyn chides.

Michal strips himself briskly and with much less fanfare than Eryk did and joins them on the bed. By this time they’ve extracted the oil from the bedside table and Nolyn is stretching Eryk open.

Eryk is on his hands and knees facing away from Cahir, purposefully chosen to give him the best view of Nolyn fingering him.

Cahir is captivated. Nolyn adds another finger. Cahir gasps softly. “It doesn’t hurt?”

Eryk looks over his shoulder and winks at him. “Quite the opposite. There’s no better feeling.” He sighs happily.

Nolyn adds another finger and crooks them. Eryk moans and pushes himself back on his fingers. “Yes, right there Nolyn.”

“I know.”

“Then why aren’t you- yesssss. That’s the good shit.”

Cahir lets out a breathless “Oh.”

Eryk whines when Nolyn stops rubbing his prostate and goes back to stretching him. He looks at Nolyn and pouts.

“No.”

“Just one?”

“Not yet.”

“Please? Just one measly little orgasm.”

“You can have your orgasm on Michal’s dick. Now hold still.”

Eryk grumbles. He then gasps. “I can show Cahir my talent!”

When Nolyn just rolls his eyes, Cahir ventures to ask, “What talent?”

“Eryk here fancies himself a savant at coming untouched.” Nolyn says.

Eryk grins. “Just a prick in my ass, that’s all I need. I’ve got it down to a science!”

“Thats…” Cahir struggles for a bit. “Impressive?”

“Thank you.” Eryk preens.

Nolyn withdraws his fingers and slaps him gently on the ass. “Alright, go sit on Michal’s dick.”

Eryk gives him a mock salute. “Yessir!”

He kneewalks up the bed to where Michal is sitting at the head, prick in hand and already slicked up. Eryk takes a moment to take the head into his mouth and sucks. Michal keens. Eryk straightens up. “Someday I’ll take it all.”

Michal just rolls his eyes and holds him steady as he turns around, back to Michal’s front, facing Cahir. He lines himself up with Michal’s prick and slowly sinks down on it.

From across the room, Cahir gasps and all the witcher's eyes find him. He’s cupping himself through his pants.

Eryk moans from the heady scent of Cahir’s lust.

“Feel free to touch yourself.” Nolyn says, giving his own prick a few strokes.

Cahir feels almost pinned by three sets of amber eyes watching as he tries to unlace his trousers. His hands are shaking so much he’s unable to undo the knot.

Nolyn stands up from the bed. “Need some help?”

Cahir nods and Nolyn approaches. He kneels in front of him and undoes his laces with deft hands. “Thanks.” Cahir whispers. Nolyn just smiles and kisses him sweetly before returning to the bed.

Cahir is glad that Nolyn distracts them so they aren’t watching him when he pulls out his prick and starts stroking it. Although they definitely notice, as each of them keeps glancing at him, seemingly just to reassure themselves he's still there and also to soak in the sight of him pleasuring himself to them.

Nolyns has started fucking himself on Michaels cock, aided by Michaels hands on his hips. Nolyns is content to watch for a while, stroking himself.

He glanced over at Cahir. “Gorgeous, aren't they?”

Cahir nods, biting his lip.

“Wait, let’s get you a better view. Here-” He guides Michal to hold Eryks legs apart and up, his hands wrapped around his thighs. Michal fucks up into Eryk. Eryk’s prick bounces from the force. Nolyn leans over and grabs it, giving a few strokes. Eryk keens.

“Look, you can see where they meet.” Nolyn directs Cahir’s stare to - holy shit - Michal’s huge cock disappearing into Eryk.

Cahir lets out an embarrassingly lascivious moan.

Nolyn winks at him. “If you wanna come closer you can.”

“I… okay.”

Cahir stands up, the blanket sliding off his shoulders, and takes a few steps before remembering his pants are still around his legs. He takes them off, somehow without falling over, and slowly approaches the bed.

Michal pulls Eryk down, hilting him on his cock and Eryk moans as he rotates his hips.

Nolyn reaches for Cahir. “C’mere.” He pulls him into his arms. “This okay?”

“Yes.” Cahir says breathlessly.

Eryk opens his eyes and stares right at Cahir. “Glad you decided to join us. Michal.” he cues.

Michal pulls him up until just the tip is still in his hold and then slams him down, bucking up into him as Eryk yowls.

Cahir shivers. “Holy shit.”

Nolyn chirrs behind him, nuzzling his hair. “Incredible, isn’t it?”

“It’s… yeah.”

Eryk grins at him. He coordinates with Michal so Eryk’s hands are now around his thighs, keeping them spread for Cahir to see, while Michal has his hands on Eryk’s hips, ruthlessly pushing him up and down on his cock.

Michal sets a fast pace, fucking Eryk fast and hard, and hitting his sweet spot on every stroke. Eryk is yelling his pleasure with every thrust.

Nolyn snakes his hand forward and lightly grasps Cahir’s cock, which Cahir had slightly forgotten about in the distraction of Michal and Eryk. Cahir gasps.

“Is this okay?” Nolyn whispers.

Cahir nods. “Yes please.”

Nolyn starts to jerk him off, slowly at first and then picking up speed until he’s matching Michal’s thrusts. Cahir just holds onto his arm and continues to stare, captivated, at Eryk’s blissed out expression as he’s taken apart.

Eryk in turn looks at Cahir, his eyes lingering on Nolyn’s hand on his prick. He clenches down around Michal and Michal growls, pulling him down on a particularly forceful thrust. “Cahir.” he gasps, and Cahir whines in return, his hips stuttering forward.

“I’m gonna… ngh.” Eryk says.

“Want any help?” Nolyn asks.

“No I want… aaa… Cahir to see…”

“Alright then,” Nolyn smirks, “show him.”

Eryk gasps and Michal increases his speed, his face scrunched up in concentration as he wrings as much pleasure out of Eryk as possible. Eryk writhes until Michal pulls him down and bucks, spending into him. Eryk’s prick twitches and then he’s spending without so much as a touch to his prick.

“Holy shit.” Cahir whispers, and then he’s spending as well. The force of his orgasm takes him off guard and he whites out, coming back to Nolyn gently stroking his softening cock until he pulls away. He feels something wet against his back and has a feeling Nolyn came too, but right now he can’t bring himself to care.

Eryk grins at him from where he’s sprawled in Michal’s arms. Michal grumbles and reaches out to pull Cahir and Nolyn closer and they all come together in a sweaty, sticky pile of bodies.

“What did you think?” Eryk asks. He has Nolyn’s hand and is licking Cahir’s spend off of it. Cahir’s prick is valiantly trying to rise again at the sight but it’s just not happening at the moment.

“What?” he asks, distracted by the way Eryk’s tongue chases a drop of spend down Nolyn’s arm.

Eryk licks his lips. “My talent. What did you think?”

“That was amazing. You’re amazing.” Cahir murmurs.

Eryk looks briefly startled, then relaxes. “Thank you. You’re pretty amazing yourself.”

“Mmm.” Cahir feels his eyelids getting heavier. “-m gonna take a little nap, ok?”

Nolyn chuckles and holds him tighter. “Sleep now. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

Michal reaches over to tousle his hair. “We promise.”

Cahir drifts into sleep surrounded by three witchers. His witchers.

Notes:

No this isn't six hours past when I normally post shut up

Chapter 9: Jaskier Gets Involved in Other People's Buisness

Summary:

Cahir is acting weirdly. Jaskier is on the case!

Cahir is a bit befuddled the day after. Morvran notices of course, but after Cahir says it has to do with his witcher friends he doesn’t pry. Cahir had disclosed to him the overview of his developing relationship with the three witchers he trained with, soon after he had pledged himself to the prince. It seemed like something a liege lord should know. Needless to say it had been a very awkward conversation and he's not excited to repeat it. And it seems neither is Morvran.

Sergeant Hanif gives him some shit of course, but he can snap back with knowledge of Hanif’s open dalliances with a certain bear witcher, so really it all works out in the end.

However, he doesn’t count on Letho.

Letho looks at him askance as he sits down at the viper table for dinner. “You alright, kid?” he asks, passing him the platter of rolls.

“Hm?” Cahir takes the platter and adds a roll to his plate. “Oh, yes. I’m fine.” He passes it down.

Letho looks unconvinced, but doesn’t push it.

After dinner he pulls Cahir aside in a hallway and crosses his arms. “Spill.”

“I’m- I’m not sure what you’re talking about…” Cahir stutters.

Letho rolls his eyes. “I could smell your emotional turmoil from a furlong away. Is this about the trainees you’ve been fucking?”

Cahir blushes and sputters.

Letho’s expression relaxes just a bit. “Relax, none of us are gonna judge you for a bit of a tumble.”

“How…”

Letho taps his nose. “Witchers can smell, remember?”

Cahir covers his face with his hands. “Oh great sun.” he whispers.

Letho shrugs. “Hey, you don’t gotta talk if you don’t want to, you just seemed like you could use someone to talk to.”

Cahir takes his hands away from his face but doesn’t meet his eyes. “It’s nothing you need concern yourself with. I’ll deal with it. Apologies for… smelling weird.”

“Hmm.” Letho looks at him for an uncomfortably long time before he speaks. “I’m gonna get the bard. He probably knows something about this.” He turns, then looks back at Cahir. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“The bard- wait you mean the consort?! No, don’t bother him-”

But Letho is already gone.

“Fuck.”

Cahir stands there, jittering for a moment, before Letho returns, Jaskier in tow.

Cahir immediately bows. “Your highness, I’m so sorry for disturbing you-”

Jaskier shakes his head. “Please, it’s just Jaskier, and you can stop bowing.”

Cahir straightens up and looks at Letho, who winks at him and then disappears down the hallway. Jaskier gestures him into a nearby empty room and shuts the door. The room appears to be an unused meeting room, with chairs around a large table.

“Now what’s this I hear about you having relationship troubles?” Jaskier sits and gestures for Cahir to do the same.

Cahir keeps standing. “I’m sorry your highness, you really do not need to-”

Jaskier cuts him off with a playful glare. “Sit.”

Cahir sits.

Jaskier steeples his fingers and leans forward. “So I’ve heard you’ve taken up with a few witchers.”

“Yes, your highness.” Cahir says, looking down at the table.

Jaskier makes an impatient noise in the back of his throat. “Please stop calling me your highness. It’s just Jaskier”

“Yes yo- Jaskier. I don’t want to burden you with my relationship troubles.”

Jaskier snorts. “Please! I’m a bard, relationships are my bread and butter. Plus, I’ve heard a lot of gossip about you and your witchers and I want the inside scoop so badly. So spill.”

Cahir, haltingly, tells him about him walking in on them, then the subsequent conversations and dates that led to them having sex, glossing over the actual sex parts which he didn’t feel comfortable sharing. He then told about the proposition they had laid before him yesterday.

By the end Jaskier is rubbing his hands together in glee. “Oooh, you lucky, lucky boy. Three witchers! You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“...thank you?”

“You’re welcome. Of course, I’m perfectly satisfied with my two witchers, they are the loves of my life after all, but three witchers at once? You’re going to have such a good time.”

Cahir flushes. Of course he knew about the relationship between the consort, the warlord, and his right hand, but to have it talked about so brazenly and without shame is still weird to him.

“I haven’t even accepted their proposal.” He feels the need to point it out.

Jaskier reaches over the table to take Cahir’s hands in his. “Sir Cahir, listen. Witchers know how to have sex, and they do it extremely well. There’s no safer place for you than in a witcher’s bed. You’re in good hands with them.”

“But… three of them? At once? I don’t even know how that would work. It’s unheard of.”

Jaskier winks. “Maybe in Nilfgaard, but here? You can fuck as many people as you want and nobody will bat an eye, as long as it’s consensual. Do you want to have sex with them?”

Cahir takes his hands back and takes a deep breath. He’s thought about this a lot ever since they asked him about it. “I think I do.”

“You think or you know?”

“I don't…” He takes a deep breath and looks away. “It’s… scary.”

Jaskeir makes a comforting hum, reaches over, and squeezes his hand. “Of course it is. It’s not something you know anything about, and strange things are often scary. But it doesn’t have to be.”

Cahir looks at him. “It doesn’t?”

“No.” Jaskier thinks for a moment, then stands. “Here, come with me.”

He leads Cahir up some stairs and into a sitting room with a very messy desk and a lute stand, now empty. Jaskier makes his way over to a bookshelf while Cahir lingers in the doorway.

Jaskier looks back at him and rolls his eyes. “Come in.” he gestures.

Cahir approaches the bookshelf. All the books on it are small volumes, cheaply made and unlabeled. Despite the lack of identifiable marks, Jaskier seems to know exactly what he’s looking for as he runs his fingers across the spines, taking out a few and leafing through them before setting them to the side or putting them back. He ends up with three or so books stacked neatly on a nearby table.

He picks up the top and hands it to Cahir. “Here.”

Cahir examines the blank cover, then opens it to a random page and discovers it is, in fact, extremely filthy porn. He slams the book shut.

Jaskier grins cheekily and chuckles. “These will give you an idea of what to expect, and also possibly some ideas of things you’d like to try.”

“Okay.” Cahir says faintly as Jaskier deposits the rest of the books in his arms.

“Oh!” Jaskier rummages through a nearby drawer and produces a small jar of oil. “You might want this as well. Be sure to use plenty of it your first time, and if something hurts stop. It’s not supposed to hurt.”

Cahir’s cheeks are redder than a tomato. “Okay.” He takes it and puts it gently in his pocket, avoiding Jaskier’s eyes. He coughs. “Is that all?”

“Well if you want some advice on different positions you can use, I’ve tried basically all of them-”

Cahir practically sprints out the door. “Thank you! Bye!”

Jaskier laughs, watching him leave.

~~~

That night, Cahir couldn't sleep. Every time he flops over he can see the pile of books sitting innocently on his nightstand. Mocking him. Eventually he gives up, sitting up with a huff. “Fine.”

He leans back against the headboard, piling up pillows to support his back, and grabs the first book off the pile, opening it to the first page.

Three pages later he lays it down and puts his head in his hands. True to Jaskier’s words, the book is incredibly filthy and extremely enlightening. He’s already halfway to being hard, just from imagining Nolyn, Michal, and Eryk in the positions it’s describing.

He gets five more pages in before he has to stop. His prick is fully at attention, leaking precum through his smallclothes and he hisses as he pulls himself out, the cool air hitting his cock. He takes himself in hand and gently strokes as he continues reading. A page later he’s leaning back and kicking off his smallclothes.

Following the description in the book, he traces his fingers down to his balls and past his taint, to the place Nolyn had touched him that one time. He copies what he remembers, rubbing his fingers around his entrance.

He stops and takes a deep breath. Is he really going to do this? He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but the instructions in the book are extremely thorough, and Eryk seemed to like it when he was fingered. He had liked it a lot actually.

Cahir sighs. He puts the book down and takes out the jar of oil. He uncorks it and looks at it for a bit, before dipping his finger in, thoroughly coating it. That should be enough, right?

He cross-references with the book before moving his hand back and slowly pressing it into his asshole. The sensation is strange, new but not… bad. It doesn’t hurt, it just feels weird. He experiments with moving it, which is weird in a different way.

He gets up to the second knuckle and pulls out. Did he do something wrong? He checks the book again, flipping the pages with his clean hand. Oh, he still had yet to find that… the book calls it a ‘pleasure spotte’. Well, here goes nothing.

He puts his finger back in, then experimentally pushes it past the second knuckle - why does that feel so big inside him? - and crooks his finger in the way the book says to. It doesn’t do anything. Did he miss it? He moves his fingers around. Surely it’s here somewhere - holy shit!

He accidentally pulls his finger out in shock, then sits for a bit, panting. That… felt good. That felt really good. Can he do it again?

He puts his finger back in and finds it again, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

“Woah.” He murmurs. He gets why Eryk liked this. An image comes to his mind, unbidden, of Eryk between his legs, smirking as he stretches him open. His cock jumps. Cahir grabs it.

He remembers Eryk being fucked by Michal, his prick disappearing into his ass with every stroke. His own ass clenches around his finger. He shivers. “Okay. …okay.”

He starts stroking his prick, slowly moving his finger in time. He pictures himself on Michal’s cock, watching it disappear inside him, and he adds another finger. The stretch is weird, but good, and it’s easier with two fingers to find and press on that place inside him that makes him see stars.

Curious, he keeps rubbing it. It doesn’t take long before his body is tensing up. He increases the speed of his strokes and thrusts into his hands, keeping the pressure on his sweet spot.

He comes with a moan that he muffles with his head turned into his pillow. He lays for a moment, panting in the aftermath, before removing his fingers. It takes a bit more time before he can trust his legs enough for him to stand up and clean himself up.

He curls back into bed. His thoughts turn to Eryk, Michal, and Nolyn. To sex with them. What it would be like.

It would be good.

Yeah. He might be into that.

Notes:

The entire keep watching Cahir and the boys dance around each other:

Chapter 10: Emotional Support Cuddling

Summary:

Cahir's having some big emotions and Eryk is there to cuddle him through them.

Notes:

Who ordered fluff in my smut fic? goddangit.

Don't worry there's still smut in this chapter.

Cahir shows up to training distracted. It’s just him, Michal, Eryk, and Nolyn messing about, sparring in different combinations with various weapons. At the moment Cahir is going head to head with Eryk, Cahir’s sword against his knives.

They spar for a bit until Eryk blocks his swing with both his knives adn twists, disarming him. Cahir draws a knife and attacks. The match ends with Cahir’s knife pressed against Eryk’s jugular and Eryk’s against Cahir’s inner thigh.

They disengage.

“What's up with you?” Eryk asks, his knives disappearing into their holsters.

Cahir looks away and sheathes his own knife. “Nothing.”

Eryk just looks at him.

Cahir rubs the back of his neck. “Can’t get anything past you, huh?”

“You’re distracted. You could have blocked that last low swing.”

Cahir grimaces at the reminder of his mistake and turns to pick up his sword, composing himself as he sheaths it. “I’ve just been thinking.”

He hesitates, then steps closer to Eryk. Like he knew he would, Eryk immediately drapes an arm over his shoulders, pulling him into his side.

“Yeah?” Eryk kisses him on the forehead.”

Cahir flushes and looks down. “About the… the thing that was mentioned-”

“The sex?” Eryk asks, raising an eyebrow.

Cahir tucks his face into Eryk’s neck. “Yes, that.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m just having a lot of complicated feelings about it.” Cahir mumbles.

Eryk pulls him into a proper hug. Cahir wraps his arms around Eryk’s middle and rests his head on his shoulder.

“There’s no rush for you to give us your answer. “Eryk says, “Take as much time as you need.”

They stay like that for a bit until Cahir pulls away and looks at him. “I think right now I want to be held. Can you…?”

Eryk is already picking him up before he can finish his sentence. Once he’s settled in his arms he starts moving. Michal and Nolyn stop sparring and look at them, but Eryk must give them some sort of signal that everything’s fine because they don’t follow them.

Cahir feels a little bad about excluding them, but is glad Eryk intuited that he doesn’t really want all of them right now. As much as he likes Michal and Nolyn and likes spending time with them, he doesn’t feel like he’d be able to handle their attention right now.

Eryk opens the door to his room and closes it, still holding Cahir. He puts him down on the edge of the bed and kneels to unlace his boots, setting them aside. He kicks off his own boots and joins Cahir on the bed.

They maneuver until they’re cuddling, Cahir wrapped in Eryk’s arms, his back to Eryk’s chest. Eryk nuzzles his hair and laces their fingers together and Cahir feels the tension he didn’t know he was carrying drain from his body.

Eryk kisses the nape of his neck. “Feel better?”

“Yes.”

They stay like that for a while, the only sounds being their breath and the faint sounds of outside leaking in through the window.

Cahir lets out a breath. Eryk plays with his hair. “Whatcha thinking?” he asks.

“I’m… I’m still having trouble reconciling… I’m having trouble wrapping my head around… it.”

Eryk hums. “It being having sex with more than one person at a time? Having sex with men? Having sex with no political repercussions?”

“Most of those, yes. Well, I do think I’ve reconciled with the idea of unattached sex. But the others… I always knew I would marry for politics. And I would marry a woman. It didn’t even occur to me that there were other options.”

Eryk holds him tighter. “And now that you know?”

“It’s a lot.” Cahir sighs. “I don’t even know why I’m unsure. I really like you. All of you, and I like having sex with you.”

“But?”

“But it’s a little scary not knowing what to expect. How do I succeed when I don’t know the rubric by which I’m being graded?”

Eryk huffs. “Well first of all, you’re not being graded on anything. And it’s not about success or failure, it’s about trying. And maybe things don’t work but maybe they do.”

“It’s not necessarily that either, it’s…” Cahir trails off.

“Is this about you not having as much experience as us?”

Cahir pulls into himself. “I’m scared of messing up.” he whispers, “Of ruining what we have. Of not being good enough for… for all three of you.”

Eryk whines and curls around him, holding him tighter as if he can squeeze all of Cahir’s insecurities straight out of him. “You’re already good enough.” he says roughly, “You have nothing to prove. We don’t care how much or how little experience you have, we care about you. We invited you into our bed because we want you there. Not anyone else but you.”

Cahir sniffs. Eryk rolls him over so he can cup his face and wipe away his tears, peppering kisses all over him until Cahir laughs.

“Thank you.” Cahir says.

Eryk kisses him softly on the mouth. “You’re welcome. It’s only the truth.”

Cahir laughs wetly. “I’ve not had a lot of experience with the truth.”

Eryk gathers him close. “You have time.”

Cahir hums. He leans forward until he’s laying partially on Eryk , then kisses him. They trade soft kisses, cuddling close. Cahir wraps his arms around Eryk’s middle and their legs tangle together.

After making out for a while, Cahir pulls back. “I like kissing.” He whispers.

Eryk laughs softly. “I like it too. I especially like kissing you, Cahir.”

“Mmmok. Do it again.”

“As you wish.” Eryk swooped in for another kiss.

They end up with Cahir laying on top of him, chest to chest, as they make out.

Cahir hums and pulls away, resting his head on Eryk’s chest. Eryk plays with his hair.

“I can feel that you’re turned on.” Cahir says.

That startles a laugh out of Eryk. “Oh dear, I suppose you can.”

Cahir shifts, sliding a leg between Eryk’s. He can feel his erection hot on his thigh.

Eryk groans. “It’s kissing you.”

“Hmm?”

“Kissing you turns me on.”

“Hmm.” Cahir cups the back of his neck and pulls him into another kiss. Unlike the ones before it, this one is deep and passionate.

It takes Eryk by surprise. By the time they disengage he is fully hard. “I’m guessing that means you want to do something?” he gasps.

Cahir flushes. “I… yes.”

Eryk cocks his head. “Anything you had in mind?”

Cahir takes a deep breath. “I um… Want to try fucking you?”

“Okay.” Eryk says breathlessly. He clears his throat. “Uh, yes I’d be very into that.”

He pulls away and starts taking his clothes off. Cahir follows suit. “It’s just that I want to try the other way around-”

“Oh?” Eryk looks at him.

Cahir flushes deeper. “I’ve been experimenting and I think I’d like it. Or at least I want to try getting… fucked. But it may behoove me to try it the other way first.”

Eryk pulls Cahir towards him and plants kisses all over his face. “Cahir you are a wonder.”

“...okay.” Cahir says, flustered.

Now naked, Eryk dives across the bed and plucks the jar of oil off the bedside table. He rolls over onto his back and winks at Cahir. “Do you wanna help or do you wanna watch?”

“Uh… watch?”

“Okay.”

Cahir settles in front of him, watching Eryk pull his legs towards him and open them, letting Cahir see everything. He lubes up two fingers and slowly presses them in.

Cahir quietly gasps, inaudible to anyone but a witcher, and Eryk smirks. He starts scissoring his fingers, stretching himself. “Like what you see?”

“...yes.” Cahir whispers.

Eryk preens and adds another finger. He looks at Cahir’s prick, already dripping at the tip, and licks his lips. Cahir blushes down to his chest, and his cock twitches. He grabs it, just holding it.

Eryk groans. “You’re so gorgeous. I've been wanting your cock for a while now.”

Cahir doesn’t know how to respond. “...okay?”

Eryk chuckles.

After a moment he says, “Ok, I’m stretched enough. You ready?”

Cahir takes a deep breath. “Yes.” He shuffles closer.

Eryk hands him the oil and he slicks up his cock. “How do you want to do this?” Eryk asks.

“Uh…”

“You on top? Me on top? On our sides?”

“Maybe you should be on top, at least at first.” Cahir scoots forward. “Since you know more what you’re doing.”

“Okay.” They swap places, Cahir sitting up against the headboard with Eryk in front of him. Eryk piles pillows behind Cahir so he’s comfortable, then positions himself above his cock, one hand on Cahir’s shoulder and the other on his prick. Cahir is gripping the sheets, absorbed with the way Eryk looks, readying himself to fuck himself on Cahir’s prick.

Eryk meets his eyes. “You ready?”

Cahir nods.

Eryk lines him up and slowly moves down. Cahir gasps as the head of his prick slips into Eryk’s asshole. Eryk pauses. “Good?”

Cahir sounds winded. “Yeah. Please…”

Eryk adjusts his grip on Cahir’s shoulders and slowly sinks down on his prick until he’s fully seated. He guides Cahir’s hands to his waist and Cahir digs his fingers in.

“Holy shit.” Cahir whispers.

Eryk laughs and clenches around him. Cahir lets out a punched-out moan. “Eryk…”

“Mhm?” Eryk rises up and slides back down. Cahir buries his face in his neck, murmuring a litany of expletives.

Eryk laughs. “I take it that means you’re enjoying yourself.” He moves up and down in small increments.

Cahir groans. “Holy shit Eryk, you feel so fucking good.”

Eryk hums and leans down to capture Cahir’s mouth in a kiss. It quickly turns sloppy as Eryk starts fucking himself in earnest. Cahir experiments with meeting his thrusts with his own and it’s a bit awkward until they get the timing down and then it’s so good.

“Eryk- ngh, “Cahir says, “Can we try it the other way? Me on top?”

Eryk slows down and kisses him. “Of course.” He holds onto his neck and falls backwards, taking Cahir with him. His back is now on the bed, with Cahir on top of him.

Eryk runs his fingers through Cahir’s hair and raises an eyebrow. “Well? Come on and fuck me.”

Cahir’s hips twitch and he lets out a shaky breath. He adjusts so his hands are flat on the bed. Eryk loops his legs around his waist. “You’re doing amazing, Cahir.” He whispers in his ear.

Cahir shudders. He pulls out a bit and thrusts.

Eryk groans. “Yessssss.” He holds Cahir’s wrists and pulls him forward with his legs. “C’mon, c’mon.”

Cahir lets out a breath. “Okay.”

He starts thrusting, working up to a fast pace. Eryk meets him with every thrust, whispering in his ear how good he’s doing.

Cahir growls. One hand goes down to Eryk’s ass, adjusting the angle. He hits that sweet spot and Eryk yowls.

“There?” Cahir pants.

Eryk just tugs at his arms. Cahir goes harder, trying to hit the spot with every thrust and mostly succeeding, judging by the way Eryk writhes and yells. Cahir can feel his orgasm building in him, spurred on by the way Eryk looks on his prick and the noises he makes when Cahir fucks him.

Cahir pants. He increases his pace and gets one hand between them to pull on Eryk’s prick. Eryk bucks, tightening his grip on Cahir’s wrist almost to drawing blood.

Cahir meets his eyes. “Please.” He whispers. Eryk growls and leans forward to bite his neck and then he’s spending.

Cahir gasps as he feels Eryk clench around his prick. Eryk pulls him close with his legs until he’s fully seated inside him and then deliberately clenches and Cahir is helpless to resist. He shudders, spending inside Eryk.

They both take a moment to pant. Eryk pulls on Cahir’s wrist and he collapses on his chest, still inside him. Eryk just hums and holds him close.

They stay like that for a bit, until Cahir gets too soft and slips out of him. Eryk whines and Cahir breathes out a laugh. Eryk grins back at him.

“Good?” He asks, running his hand down Cahir’s back.

Cahir hums happily. “Yes.”

Eryk purrs and cuddles Cahir close. He’ll get up in a bit to clean them off, but right now he can just revel in the weight of Cahir on him and the scent of sex and contentment filling the room. He hopes it never goes away.

Chapter 11: Eryk Gets Fucked (Positive)

Summary:

Eryk gets absolutely demolished by his three boyfriends.

Notes:

So you might have noticed that I didn't post last week.... Bad brain time happened and I didn't have the motivation to figure out the getting together sex shenanigans, but I had this chapter written, which takes place after they all four have had sex a few times. So I figured I might as well post it. It's out of order, but oh well. Here you go.

They’re all sprawled in a pile, Michal as the bedrock with Cahir held securely in his arms, Nolyn to the side with Eryk being a wiggly cat all over them until Nolyn pins him down. Nolyn and Eryk start leisurely making out on top of them and Michal rumbles at the spike of lust that comes from Cahir.

“Pretty, aren’t they?” Michal says.

“Extremely.”

It takes a long time but eventually they have to come up for air. Eryk tries to wiggle again but Nolyn lays bodily on him and he subsides.

“I was thinking about that idea I had about getting fucked by two people at the same time-” Eryk starts, then cuts himself off at Cahir’s confusion noise. “Oh, I guess we haven’t talked about it with Cahir here yet.”

Cahir makes another confused noise, but he does smell of lust.

“Eryk likes to be fucked.” Nolyn adds helpfully.

Eryk wiggles out from underneath him in order to lie on his stomach, face in his palms, and kicks his legs back and forth. “It’s always been my dream to be fucked by two people at once. Two pricks in my ass…” He sighs, starry-eyed.

Cahir makes a shocked garbling sound. “Is that even possible?”

Eryk winks at him. “I have it on good authority that it is possible.” He lets Nolyn pin him down again. “I’ve been trying to work up to taking Nolyn and Michal at the same time, but Michal is-”

“Extremely well-endowed.” Nolyn says.

“Fucking huge.” Eryk sighs happily. “I love his prick but it’s not conducive to my goal of having two pricks at once.”

Cahir squirms a bit from his place in Michal’s lap, no doubt from the prick in question against his backside. (they’re all four extremely naked and getting more and more turned on from how this conversation is going)

“But…” Eryk pulls himself forward so he’s eye-level with Cahir’s prick, which twitches under Eryk’s stare. He looks up at Cahir. “You and Nolyn… I could probably take.”

Cahir gasps, and he’s suddenly so hard it almost gives him whiplash. Eryk eyes his cock again, and licks his lips.

“I would-” it takes Cahir considerable effort to swallow against his now dry throat, “I would be amenable to that.”

“Yes! Eryk fist pumps and rolls over, knocking Nolyn off of him. He jumps off the bed and runs to the bedside table and pulls out a jar of oil, and then another just in case. He ponders for a moment, and pulls out a third one. You can never be too careful. He leaves two of them on the bedside table, within reach, and jumps back on the bed with the one pot of oil, which he presents to Cahir. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Cahir stutters, “What? Right now?”

Eryk tilts his head. “Would now not be a good time?”

“I just meant… don’t you need some preparation?”

“Yeah, the fingering is the preparation.” Eryk passes the jar to Nolyn and flops onto his front. Nolyn moves around to his rear to start fingering him open and he obligingly lifts his ass and spreads his legs.

“I’m not opposed to doing it now, I just wasn’t expecting you to be ready.” Cahir’s entire attention is focused on where Nolyn’s fingers are disappearing into Eryks ass.

Eryk purrs at the lovely stretch. He shifts forward a bit and places his head on Cahir’s thigh. “I appreciate your concern Cahir, but I am fucked extremely frequently, and often with great enthusiasm. And like I said, I’ve been working towards this.”

“Working towards… how?”

Eryk nods towards the bedside table. “I have a lot of dildos. Michal carves them for me.”

Michal rumbles from where he’s still behind Cahir. He’s running his hands over Cahir’s chest and arms, occasionally moving up to run through his hair and scritch at his scalp. Cahir is enjoying it. “It’s good practice.” Michal says.

“And it turns him on to know I’m fucking myself with something he made for me.” Eryk grins.

Michal hums and pulls Cahir closer. “Only the best for you.”

Eryk winks at him and fucks himself back onto Nolyn’s fingers. Nolyn curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot with unerring accuracy. Eryk moans and his eyes flutter.

Cahir bites his lip. “Can I…”

“You want to finger me open?”

Cahir blushes, but nods.

Eryk waits until Nolyn takes his fingers out and spins around, presenting his ass to Cahir He pulls his asscheeks apart to show off his clenching hole and Cahir makes a strangled sound.

Nolyn gently slaps him on the ass. “Stop it, you’re going to give him a heart attack.”

Eryk pillows his head on his crossed arms, his ass in the air. “Fine.” he mumbles.

Nolyn puts his fingers back in and presses on his prostate, making Eryk yelp. “Good.”

He hands the oil to Cahir. “He’s already pretty well stretched, so you can start with two.”

Cahir gasps and Eryk moans as Cahir presses into him. “You’re so hot.” Cahir whispers. All Eryk says is “ngh.”

“You can keep going- all the way, yes.” Nolyn continues instructing.

“Holy shit.” Cahir says.

“Now, you can spread your fingers apart to stretch him.”

Cahir looks at him and Nolyn nods, so he spreads his fingers. “Oh.”

“Then, if you can find the right spot- crook your fingers a bit- you can-” Eryk moans loudly, “Yes, there you go.”

“Holy shit.” Cahir tries to keep up the pace, but his wrist cramps at the awkward angle and he slides his fingers out.

Nolyn takes over fingering Eryk, slipping three in and stretching him with an ease that spoke of experience.

Nolyn continues until Eryk is writhing underneath him and then says, Michal, can I have your hands for a moment?”

Michal hums and kisses Cahir, long and sweet, before depositing him on Nolyn’s lap and moving his attention to Eryk. He slicks up his fingers and presses three in.

Nolyn wraps his arms around Cahir and Cahir relaxes in his embrace. “Do you think it’s possible?” Cahir asks.

“Hmm?”

“Taking two at once.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s Eryk.”

Michal looks up. “He’s ready.”

They maneuver so Eryk is on top of Nolyn, back to chest, with Cahir on top. Cahir looks nervous.

“So, how do we do this?” Cahir asks.

Nolyn looks at Eryk. “At the same time?” Eryk nods. “Okay.”

He scoots down and takes Cahier and him in one hand. Cahir groans.

“Michal, a little help? I can’t see very well.” Nolyn says.

Michal moves over to kneel beside them. He drizzles some more oil on their cocks, as well as Eryk’s ass crack, just for good measure. He holds Eryk’s hip with one hand and starts with Nolyn’s cock, gently guiding it into Eryk’s hole.

Nolyn bottoms out and stays still, panting for a bit until Eryk relaxes around him. “Ready, Eryk?”

“Ready.”

Michal takes Cahir’s prick in hand and moves it. For a moment it seems like he won’t be able to take them both, but then Eryk gasps as Cahir’s head breaches him. Cahir pants and Nolyn moans. Michal takes his hands off their cocks and holds Eryk steady.

Nolyn reaches over and grasps for Cahir’s hand. Cahir takes it and laces their fingers together. “Slow.” Nolyn says.

Cahir nods. “Slow.” he repeats.

Cahir starts moving, slowly pushing into Eryk, who is letting out little whines and gasps as he presses further and further into him. But all he can do is lie there and take it, Michal holding him steady.

What feels like hours later, Cahir bottoms out. Eryk sobs. Michal lets go of him and reaches up to wipe the tears leaking from his eyes. “Are you ok?” he rumbles.

Eryk grabs his hand and nuzzles into it. “I’m so good. I’m so fucking good, holy shit.”

They take a moment to adjust. Nolyn lets go of Cahir and wraps his hands around Eryk’s thighs, pulling them back. Michal takes a moment to admire the view. It’s an extremely lovely view, Eryk speared on both of his lovers' pricks. Michal traces the place they connect with a finger and Eryk lets out a shuddery groan. “Gorgeous.” Michal whispers.

Nolyn bites Eryk’s shoulder. “Ready for us to move?” he asks.

Eryk nods. “I’m ready.”

“Cahir? You ready?”

Cahir still looks a bit anxious but it’s quickly being overridden by determination. “I’m ready.”

“Okay. Let’s alternate. You pull out and I push in, then we switch. Got it?”

Cahir nods. “Got it.”

“I’ll go first.” Nolyn slowly pulls out until just the tip is inside.

Cahir moans loudly at the slide of Nolyn’s prick against his. Eryk is practically yelling at this point with how vocal he is about his pleasure.

“Now you.” Nolyn prompts.

Cahir pulls out as Nolyn pushes in and the friction of Nolyn’s prick against his and the heat and tightness of Eryk’s ass has Cahir almost spilling on the spot. Michal reaches down and holds the base of Cahir’s prick until he stops feeling like he’s about to come. Cahir sighs as Michal extracts his hand. “Thanks.” He murmurs.

“We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” Michal says, climbing back onto the head of the bed.

“You good to go again?” Nolyn asks. Cahir replies in the affirmative and they start again, alternating thrusting and pulling out, Eryk shouting and moaning with every thrust.

Eryk is being very thoroughly fucked, but it still isn’t enough. He looks up and Michal and opens his mouth. “Please?”

Michal hums and turns onto his front, backing up until his prick is directly above Eryk’s face. Eryk leans up and licks it eagerly. Michal laughs. “Hold still.”

Cahir forgets to move as he watches Michal slowly guide his prick into Eryk’s mouth. He doesn’t let him take it all, stopping about two-thirds of the way down. Eryk tries to take more but Michal won’t let him.

Nolyn laughs and nips Eryk’s ear. “Beautiful.” he says. Eryk tries to say something but is muffled by Michal’s dick. He moans instead and Michal growls.

“He still has his hands free.” Michal notes.

“We’ll have to do something about that. Cahir, can you take Eryk’s legs? Just push them towards me. Put your hands right there behind his knee… perfect. Push a little further…”

Eryk moans. Nolyn smirks. “Right there.” Nolyn captures Eryk’s hands and holds them to the bed beside his head. “How ya feeling kitty?” he asks.

Eryk tries to struggle, but finds himself completely unable to move. Nolyn and Cahir have stopped moving but their pricks are still there in his ass, filling him to perfection. He’s bent almost in half, Cahir’s hands holding his legs in place, while Nolyn’s hands trap his arms. His mouth is full of Michal’s cock, sitting heavy and comforting on his tongue, filling his entire mouth. He is well and truly trapped, completely surrounded and filled by his lovers.

Eryk keens and goes limp.

Nolyn chuckles. “Ready to get fucked?”

Eryk moans. Nolyn nods to Cahir and they start again. It takes a bit but then they find their pace, fucking Eryk very effectively. Nolyn seems determined to hit his prostate on every thrust and it isn’t long before he’s tensing up. His cock has been leaking nonstop and he can’t even get any friction on it except for it bouncing against his stomach with every thrust. Nolyn hits his prostate once more and with a wail, Eryk is coming apart, untouched, shooting white ropes of come all over himself and Michal.

Cahir starts to slow down, but Eryk shakes his head and pulls on Nolyns hands desperately.

“He wants us to keep going.” Nolyn says.

Cahir speeds back up. “Okay.”

They fuck him into two more orgasms. By the last one, Cahir is gritting his teeth and his entire body is tensing with the effort to not spend. Michal is shallowly thrusting into Eryk’s mouth, to his obvious delight.

Nolyn groans. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“No.” Cahir grits out.

“I’m…” Nolyn lets himself go and spends, thrusting into Eryk as deep as he can. The feel of Nolyn’s hot spend around his dick makes Cahir come as well. Nolyn pulls at him so he’s also balls deep in Eryk as he shoots his load.

Eryk loudly moans, and then Michal is spending down his throat. Eryk’s dick twitches and he comes all over himself for the fourth time.

Michal pulls out and moves off of Eryk. He runs his fingers through the pool of come covering Eryk’s chest. “Messy.”

Eryk swallows. “Yeah.” He rasps.

Michal gets off the bed and moves over to help Cahir and Nolyn slip out of Eryk, leaving a very messy trail of spend in their wake. Eryk whines at being empty and Michal pushes some of the come leaking out back into his hole.

Cahir tries to stand and immediately fails. Michal catches him and pulls him to the top of the bed, settling him among some pillows and softly kissing him. Cahir makes a soft sound and kisses back.

Eryk lifts his head. “Michal?”

“Hm?”

“Can you come in me too please?” Eryk asks, his words slurring together. He rolls off of Nolyn and flops onto the bed, sticking his ass in the air helpfully.

Michal growls. He kisses Cahir once more, then rounds the bed so he’s facing Eryk’s ass. He kneads it for a bit, watching come trickle out of Eryk’s hole. He sticks three fingers in at once and it’s not even a stretch.

Nolyn scoots up to the head of the bed and pulls Cahir into a hug, kissing him briefly before focusing back on Michal.

Michals hums. He removes his fingers and pumps his cock a few times, gathering the spend coming out of Eryk and spreading it on his prick. He lines himself up and, without warning, slams himself balls-deep into Eryk. Eryk yowls and Cahir gasps.

Nolyn squeezes him. “Don’t worry, he loves this.”

“Oh.” Cahir turns back to watch.

Michal sets a punishing pace, hammering into Eryk with nearly-witcher speed. He doesn’t stop even when Eryk scrabbles at the bedspread and comes. Michal just keeps fucking him, until his pace starts to stutter. He slams into Eryk and holds him there, growling as he comes inside him. Eryk screams and comes again.

“Holy shit.” Cahir whispers.

“I know, right? It’s incredible.” Nolyn palms his own prick, which is already hard again from watching. Eryk looks up at him hopefully. Nolyn laughs softly. “You want me to come on you?” Eryk nods and opens his mouth.

Cahir and Michal (with his prick still in Eryk’s ass) both watch as Nolyn shuffles forward, positioning his prick right over Eryk’s face, and starts jerking off. After a bit he spends, draping Eyk’s face with thick ropes of come. Eryk licks his lips happily.

Michal, who hasn’t pulled out, starts slowly fucking into Eryk, hard again. Eryk sighs happily and looks longingly at Nolyn’s now flaccid prick. Nolyn rolls his eyes but lets Eryk take it into his mouth. Eryk sucks on it happily, coaxing it back to hardness.

“Is he… okay?” Cahir asks.

“He’s amazing.” Nolyn runs his hand through Eryk’s hair, smearing the come that got in it. “Sometimes he gets in the kind of mood where he wants to be fucked into oblivion. He likes for us to take turns fucking him until he can’t think anymore. He especially likes to be covered with our spend. I think the scent calms him.”

“Hmm.” Cahir says.

Michal grunts and comes in Eryk’s ass again. Eryk moans around Nolyn’s prick. Nolyn sighs. “Gorgeous.” He says, cupping Eryk’s face. Eryk sucks hard and Nolyn laughs, extracting his prick. “You’re gonna have to stop that if you want me to come in your ass.” Eryk sighs dramatically, but moans happily when Michal pulls out of him and Nolyn takes his place. Michal moves to Eryk’s face and lets him lick their combined spend off his prick until Michal pulls back.

Michal scoops Cahir into his arms and settles him between his legs. “How you holding up?” he asks.

“I’m… good. A little bewildered. A little turned on.”

Michal laughs. “Eryk will do that to you.”

Eryk looks at Cahir with big, pleading eyes. Cahir is confused.

“He wants your prick in his mouth.” Michal says. Eryk opens his mouth to demonstrate.

“Oh. Alright.”

Eryk eagerly scoots forward and swallows Cahir’s prick down to the hilt, causing him to shout.

“Hey!” Nolyn says, “Don’t do that when I’m trying to fuck you.”

Eryk looks unrepentant, now lying boneless on the bed, Cahir’s prick in his mouth.

Nolyn mutters something like ‘undignified humping’ but climbs on the bed and adjusts to fucking Eryk in this new position, lying along his back and slowly grinding his hips against Eryk.

Eryk hums and closes his eyes. Cahir hesitates, then runs a hand through his hair.

Nolyn bites down on Eryk’s shoulder and comes. Eryk shudders. Nolyn gets off of him and admires his handiwork. “Do you want a turn, Cahir?”

Cahir is now hard again, thanks to Eryk’s mouth. “Yeah, sure.”

Eryk perks up and lets his prick slip out of his mouth. He gets his legs back under him (with the help of Nolyn) and presents his ass to be fucked. Cahir rounds the bed. Eryk’s ass and inner thighs are coated in spend, and more is dripping out of his ass. “Holy shit.” Cahir whispers.

“Need any help?” Nolyn asks.

Cahir shakes his head. “No, I- I got it.”

He lines his prick up and slowly pushes in. It slides in easily, before Cahir knows it he’s hilted in Eryk, who wiggles happily. He pulls out and pushes back in. It’s slick and wet and so hot. He starts slowly fucking Eryk. He picks up the pace and it isn’t long until he’s close. His hips stutter, he closes his eyes, and spends into Eryk’s wet heat.

Eryk moans. After Cahir pulls out, he wiggles his butt, pushing it back towards him.

Cahir looks at the other two. “He wants more?”

“Hmm.” Nolyn tilts Eryk’s face up to meet his eyes. “What do you want, Eryk?”

Eryk reaches out and grabs Nolyn’s hand. Nolyn tilts his head. Eryk tugs on it. “Oh, you want my hand?” Eryk nods.

“What?” Cahir asks.

Nolyn just winks at him as Michal pulls him back into his lap. “You’ll see.”

Nolyn finds the jar of oil and covers his hand generously. He slides three fingers into Eryk. Eryk pushes back on his fingers. Nolyn laughs. He adds a fourth and Eryk moans. “Alright. Moment of truth.” he says.

He tucks his thumb and slowly pushes. For a moment it seems like it won’t go in and then- his entire hand is inside Eryk. Eryk lets out a punched-out moan.

Cahir tries to curse but no words come out.

Nolyn does something and Eryk starts shaking. Nolyn does something else, then reaches down to hold Eryk’s prick. Eryk shivers, moans, and comes. Nolyn pumps him through his orgasm, then stops when Eryk pulls away from him. Slowly, he pulls his hand out of Eryk. Eryk sags like a puppet with its strings cut and collapses on the bed.

Concerned, Cahir crawls forward to check on Eryk. He turns when Cahir touches his face and smiles hazily at him.

Nolyn looks at the spend glistening on his hand and experimentally puts a finger in his mouth. He hums. “Not bad.”

Michal runs his fingers through Eryk’s hair. “He’ll be like this for a while.”

“Time to clean up?” Nolyn asks. Michal nods.

Cahir witnesses their startling efficiency as they wipe each other and him down with a wet cloth. Michal puts on some clothes and exits the room while Nolyn offers Cahir a water flask. Cahir accepts it gratefully. Nolyn goes to work cleaning off Eryk, which takes a while, and by the time he’s done Michal is back with a wrought-iron tub. He sets it down in front of the fireplace then leaves again and returns with buckets of water that he uses to fill it.

By this time Eryk is a little more lucid and enjoys it very vocally when his lovers carry him to the bath and wash him down, not letting him move a muscle for himself.

Afterwards, once the bed sheets have been changed and they’re all clean, they cuddle up in bed together.

Chapter 12: Eryk's Very Good Absolutely Amazing and Incredibly Horny Day

Summary:

Known colloquially as the Eryk buttplug saga. Eryk wears a buttplug for the whole day with predictable results and bonus orgy.

Notes:

Heyyyyyyy I'm back.

So I've actually had this written for... I think maybe over a year now. Wow that's wild. Anyway, I fell off writing CMEN, but not before finishing 4/5 of this chapter. But now I've finally finished it! So here you go.

This is probably the last chapter of this fic, i'm not sure when/if I'll get bit by the CMEN bug again (perhaps if inex writes more Cahir... no pressure tho!)

All your comments have been lovely! i'm really shit about replying to them sorry haha. Anyway, enjoy the buttplug saga.

Eryk woke up to the feeling of multiple pairs of hands on him. He doesn’t startle, instead slowly rising into consciousness, buoyed by the feeling of being caressed. A warm body is cuddled up along his backside, running their hands along his flank. Someone kisses him and he hums, leaning into their lips. He relaxes into the attention, but then tenses up when a third person takes his prick into their mouth.

He slowly blinks open his eyes, pulling away from the kiss. He sees Nolyn.

“Hello.”

Nolyn smiles.

Eryk looks over his shoulder. “Michal.” he greets.

Michal hums and kisses him good morning.

Eryk looks down. “So… Cahir?”

The third person who had been slowly moving farther down on his prick stops and deliberately sucks. Eryk barely stops himself from bucking his hips.

“Cahir.” He groans. Cahir moans around his prick which is a very interesting sensation right now.

Nolyn brings his attention back to him by cupping his face in his hands and pressing their lips together. Eryk sighs, then startles when he feels oil-slick fingers trace down his spine, stopping at his hole and circling it.

Eryk relaxes and lets himself drift, anchored by the sensations of his lovers, Michal opening him up so slowly, Cahir bobbing up and down on his prick, and Nolyn kissing him languidly. Eryk almost doesn’t realize he’s on the edge of coming until Cahir pulls off. He whines and shivers as the cold air hits his spit-slick prick. Nolyn hums and pulls away, then there’s movement and clanking and something cold is being slid onto his prick– a cock ring.

He opens his eyes to glare at Nolyn, who looks utterly unrepentant. He feels a wet heat envelop his prick and he looks down to glare at Cahir. Cahir smiles at him as much as he can with his lips wrapped rather obscenely around Eryk’s cock. Michal curls his fingers to hit his prostate and Eryk moans, his hips twitching, thrusting his prick a bit further into Cahir’s mouth, who takes it far more easily than he would have a few months ago.

Michal hums and kisses the nape of his neck. He’s up to three fingers now, stretching him in a way that avoids the very spot Eryk most desperately wants him to hit. Eryk tries to rock back on his fingers but is stilled by a hand on his hip.

He huffs. “Won’t let me come, won’t fuck me…” he mutters.

Michal breathes a laugh against his skin. There’s rustling and then Michal is holding something in front of him. “Recognize this?” he asks.

Eryk stills, a spark of excitement and arousal trickling down his spine.

They’d discussed this at length after Eryk had brought it up, going over all the logistics of Eryk’s fantasy and how to bring it to life. Michal’s been working on the plug for months, carving and polishing to his exacting standard, and now it’s ready. Eryk feels like all his blood has left his head. He feels slightly dizzy. It’s today. They’re doing it today. He giggles slightly.

Nolyn laughs. “Excited?”

Eryk slumps forward to kiss him, more pressing their smiles together than an actual kiss. There’s more rustling behind him as Michal removes his fingers. Eryk holds his breath as the tip of the plug is pressed against him. He relaxes as Michal slips it in. It’s barely a stretch. He wiggles his hips as it settles inside him and he sighs at the fullness.

Michal growls, biting Eryk’s shoulder. Eryk shudders.

“You look incredible.” Michal says. Giving into the temptation, he reaches down and taps the flared base of the plug where it sits in Eryk. Eryk whines and wriggles. Cahir pulls off his prick with an obscene pop.

“Well, shall we get started?” Cahir asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Michal meets his eyes and smirks. He picks Eryk up bodily and sets him at the head of the bed, piling up pillows around him until he’s sure he’s comfortable, or as comfortable as he can be. Even in the soft bed it’s difficult to find a way to sit that doesn’t press on the plug.

Michal eventually deems his throne suitable, then turns around and promptly tackles Nolyn, who yelps. They roll over each other and onto the ground. Cahir scoots up to sit next to Eryk and smiles at him. Eryk smiles back.

They end the morning escapades with Michal pinning Nolyn to the bed and fucking him into an incoherent mess while Cahir alternates jerking himself and Eryk off. Eryk is, by previously established rules, not allowed to touch himself. This includes putting on clothes. After Nolyn and Michal have come loudly and exuberantly (Cahir holds off, saving his orgasm for later) they don’t allow Eryk to dress himself, instead having him stand in the middle of the room and putting his clothes on him. It’s torture, the closeness of their naked bodes, the brushes of skin against his, the teasing glances.

When he is dressed the swell of his prick against his trousers is very difficult to hide. He can’t bring himself to mind it. His lovers get dressed themselves and file out, each giving him a kiss before they leave.

He’s left alone in the room, incredibly turned on and fizzling with excitement about where the day will take them. He doesn’t know, which adds to the excitement and arousal. He just knows that at some point one or more of his lovers will be ambushing him. He can't wait.

---

The walk to breakfast is torturous; every step he takes alternating between shifting the plug in his ass or rubbing his trousers against his prick. Luckily they had planned to do this on a day when there was no training, one of those days where the keep was covered in snow and everyone had the day off, meaning less people would be out and about to see Eryk’s state.

It takes him twice as long as it normally does to get to the kitchen. He immediately makes his way to the spread of breakfast items and makes himself a plate, settling himself in one of the corners where the table will cover his arousal. Of course every witcher passing by would be able to smell it, but most of them do nothing more than look at him askance before greeting him in passing.

He’s halfway through his plate when someone sits down next to him. He looks up and meets Nolyn’s eyes, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Hey handsome stranger,” he drawls, “Come here often?”

Eryk grins. “Well, I do try to come as often as I can.”

Caught off guard, Nolyn snorts and erupts into full-body laughter, dropping the flirty persona but not the glint in his eyes.

“Oh yeah?” he asks.

Eryk just shrugs, taking a bite of his breakfast.

Nolyn sidles up a bit closer to him and starts chatting about meaningless gossip. Eryk relaxes just slightly, but tenses up when Nolyn drapes his hand over Eryk’s thigh. Eryk glances at him but Nolyn smiles and continues talking. Eryk tries his best to respond in coherent sentences but it’s slightly hard when Nolyn’s hand is hot on his thigh, running his fingers up and down the inseam of his pants.

They make conversation like this until Eryk finishes the last bite on his plate.

Nolyn’s hand stills. “Did you get enough to eat? Need any more?”

Eryk bites his lip and shakes his head. “I’m good.”

Nolyn grins and his hand finally comes up to cup Eryk’s prick over his trousers. Eryk barely stops himself from gasping and bucking up into the pressure. Nolyn squeezes and then removes his hand. He stands up from the table and starts walking, looking over his shoulder to indicate Eryk should follow.

Eryk takes a second to adjust himself and does so. They walk in near silence though hallways. Eryk almost immediately stops paying attention to where they’re going, simply following Nolyn, who’s taken his hand in his. They eventually reach an empty hallway. Nolyn opens a door and ushers Eryk into what looks like an unused meeting room, judging by the long table and various chairs.

The skin on the back of his neck prickles as he hears Nolyn shut the door and twist the lock, the clank of the bolt loud in the silence. Suddenly Nolyn is there, pressed against his back. He grinds his own erection into the cleft of Eryk’s ass, shifting the plug. Eryk bites off a whine as one of Nolyn’s hands sneaks under his shirt to play with a nipple, the other pressing down hard on his clothed bulge.

Eryk can’t help the twitch of his hips grinding into Nolyn’s hand, desperate for any sort of friction.
Nolyn groans and bites his neck. “Do you have any idea how intoxicating you smell right now?” he growls.

Eryk simply gasps as he’s held between two points, trying to figure out if he should push forward into Nolyn’s hand or back into his cock. Nolyn chuckles and squeezes again before he pulls his hand away and pushes Eryk towards the table. He moves a few chairs away to make room for Eryk to stand facing it. Eryk swallows heavily.

Nolyn runs his hands up Eryk’s arms and unexpectedly hugs him from behind. “You good?” he asks softly.

Eryk nods fervently. “So- so good. Please…”

Nolyn places a kiss at the nape of his neck. “Alright.”

He pulls away and then there’s a hand on the back of Eryk’s neck, pushing gently but insistently until he leans over the table, flushed face pressed to the cool wood. Eryk shivers, realizing what he’s planning. Nolyn squeezes his neck, then there are hands trailing down his back until they reach the hem of his shirt.

Nolyn rucks up his shirt and starts exploring the exposed skin, occasionally dipping below the waistband as a tease. “Do you like this?” he asks.

Eryk moans. “Yes.”

“Amazing. So, here’s what I’m going to do.” He runs his thumbs over Eryk’s back dimples. “I’m going to pull down your trousers and have you against this table, fast and hard until I come. Then, I’m going to plug you back up and send you on your way with my spend still inside you.”

Eryk lets out a prolonged moan, bucking up into Nolyn’s hands. “Yes.” He rasps out, “Yes yes yes please Nolyn, please fuck me-“

Nolyn growls and he hooks his hands on Eryk’s pants and pulls them down, smallclothes and all, exposing his ass to the chill air, causing Eryk to shiver. Nolyn kneads the globes of Eryk’s ass as he tucks the waistband of his pants under his balls, effectively securing it. Eryk shivers again at the brush of fingertips and then Nolyn purposefully touches him, rolling his balls in one hand and squeezing his ass with the other.

Eryk groans, shifting his hips back. “I thought you said this was going to be fast?” he briefly has the wherewithal to tease.

Nolyn trails his fingertips up his taint, taking both asscheeks in hand and spreading them to expose where Eryk is clenching around the plug buried deep in his ass.

Nolyn hums. “What’s the feeling on spanking?”

Eryk stills. He has to swallow a few times around his dry throat. “Not too much.”

“Thank you.” Nolyn rubs his ass and then, without warning, slaps it.

Eryk cants his hips into the table at the spark of pleasure/pain. He groans.

Nolyn chuckles. “I admit I might have gotten a little carried away.”

“A little?” Eryk snarks.

Nolyn chidingly slaps at him with less force, but enough to still sting a bit. “I’m getting to it.”

Eryk hears more shuffles and then the pop of a bottle being opened. He shivers in anticipation. Nolyn lightly touches him on the back so not to startle him, then pulls the plug out, tossing it on the table. He lines his slicked prick up and slides it into Eryk in one long movement.

Eryk moans as he’s filled to the hilt. Nolyn pauses once he’s in to give Eryk time to adjust, but he doesn’t need it. He reaches behind him to slap at Nolyn. “Go, go!”

He can hear the amusement in Nolyn’s voice as he responds with “Okay then.”

Then Nolyn is gripping his hips, and he can do nothing but hold on to the table as Nolyn ruthlessly pounds into him, steady as a metronome, every thrust pushing him harder against the table. It doesn’t take long for him to drift into that headspace where nothing exists but the sensations of Nolyn’s hot prick moving in his ass and the cool wood under his front.

Nolyn speeds up and Eryk clutches tightly to the edge of the table as his thrusts become erratic. It isn’t long before he’s holding Eryk’s hips to him and coming with a shout. Eryk feels a happy shiver of pleasure lick up his spine as he feels Nolyn’s spend shoot deep into him. He clenches, trying to milk every last drop out of him until Nolyn collapses onto him with a wheeze.

Nolyn noses at his neck and leaves a few kitten licks before shifting and pulling out with a sigh. Eryk barely has time to feel empty before he replaces the plug. Eryk sighs as it nestles into his ass, keeping the spend inside. He goes lax, barely holding on to the table.

He hears some rustling noises behind him. It takes a bit for his addled brain to register what’s going on but then he flips over, grabbing Nolyn’s wrist. “Can I lick it off?” he asks breathlessly.

Nolyn blinks, one hand holding a wet cloth he had somehow produced. His face breaks out into a slow smile. “Can I clean you up first?”

Eryk sighs. “If you must.”

Nolyn helps him roll back over and wipes him down, gently replacing his pants and shirt, then helping him stand up. Eryk immediately drops onto his knees, pulls Nolyn forcefully towards him, and swallows his prick.

Nolyn lets out a shout of surprise and clutches at Eryk’s hair. Eryk takes him to the hilt and growls.

“Eryk! Eryk, mercy!” Nolyn gasps out, but Eryk is determined and soon has his cock back at full attention. He pulls off, wrapping his fist around Nolyn’s prick as he licks down over his balls. He takes one of them into his mouth and Nolyn swears, pulling on his hair. Eryk then returns to sucking Nolyn’s prick with unmatched focus and intensity, and it isn’t long before Nolyn’s spilling into him for the second time. Eryk swallows it down.

Nolyn pets through his hair. “Holy shit, Eryk.”

Eryk preens from where he still has Nolyn’s softening cock in his mouth. Nolyn laughs softly and pulls him off. Eryk leans forward, trying to get it back in his mouth, but Nolyn prevents him. Eryk pouts up at him but he’s unmoved. “Let me finish getting cleaned up.”

Eryk sighs and sits back on his heels. “Fine.”

Nolyn takes only a second to wipe himself down and tuck himself back in his pants and then he guides Eryk to standing and leads him over to a chair for him to sit in. (Suspiciously, it’s the only chair in the room that has a cushion.)

Eryk, with an air of great forbearance, lets Nolyn wipe his face with the wet cloth and then check him over for injuries.

“Are your legs ok? They didn’t fall asleep?”

“My legs are fine.”

“What about your knees?”

“My knees are fine.”

“Any splinters?”

“No.”

“Any aches? You may have been clenching your hands too hard…”

“Nolyn,” Eryk grabs Nolyn’s hand and pulls him close, sandwiching it between his own. “I am so fucking horny I can’t think straight, but aside from that I’m perfectly healthy. You didn’t hurt me at all.”

Nolyn sighs, his shoulders relaxing. He gives Eryk a small smile. “Thanks.” He leans in and kisses him softly. Then he moves away and returns with a cup of cold water which he presses into Eryk’s hands. “Drink this, you really need to stay hydrated.”

Eryk laughs, but takes the cup, pressing another kiss to Nolyn’s lips. “Thanks.”

---

Eryk double-checks that this is the right door before he knocks on it. Before Nolyn left he had given Eryk instructions to meet Cahir for lunch at the Bastion, as well as directions to this room. Eryk has a brief moment of panic when silence answers his knock, but then Cahir opens the door with a blinding smile. Eryk has a brief moment of being stunned at Cahir’s beauty and the way the smell of happy human blooms when Cahir sees him.

Cahir ushers him into the room and onto a strangely comfortable couch, then sits beside him. “I thought we could have lunch together.” He gestures to the covered plates on the low table in front of them.

Eryk looks at him.“I would love that.”

Cahir takes the covers off the plates and takes the time to show Eryk every dish. Cahr had requested they make all his favorite dishes from Nilfgaard and he greatly enjoys elaborating on where they come from, as well as steering him away from the too heavily spiced ones. They eat together in comfortable conversation. Before long they’ve finished with the main food and Cahir reveals a secret plate of honeycakes, pilfered directly from the kitchen.

Cahir ducks his head, then looks back up at Eryk. He breaks off a piece of honeycake and holds it up to Eryk’s face. Eryk immediately takes it, one hand grabbing Cahir’s wrist in order to hold his hand there as Eryk makes eye contact with him and then takes longer than necessary to lick all the honey from his fingers. He takes them into his mouth and then pulls off with an obscene pop and is gratified by the blown-black look of Cahir’s eyes, as well as the lust scent that threads through the room.

Cahir swallows, but continues to feed Eryk until the honeycake is gone. Cahir leans in and replaces his fingers with his lips, kissing Eryk. Eryk purrs as Cahir licks into his mouth, tasting the honey on his tongue.

He pulls away and Eryk lips his licks. Cahir lets out a shaky laugh. “I have a plan.” he says.

Eryk quirks an eyebrow and cuddles up close to Cahir, practically on his lap. “Oh? And what is that plan?” he purrs.

Cahir takes a few tries to swallow. “I have some paperwork I need to do.”

Eryk tilts his head. “Hmm?”

Cahir glances at the desk, then back at Eryk. Eryk looks at the desk, then smirks and sinks to the floor so his head is in Cahir’s lap. “Want me to keep your cock warm while you work?” he asks.

“Yes. Please.” Cahir says breathlessly.

Eryk chuckles and mouths at the prominent bulge in his pants. Cahir takes a shaky breath, holds it, and lets it out. With his hands on Eryk’s wrists he pulls him up and they move to the desk. Cahir pulls the chair back to reveal a cushion already underneath it.

“Aww, you came prepared.” Eryk teases.

Cahir flushes. He then seems to steel himself, puts his hands on Eryk’s shoulders, and pushes him to kneeling. Eryk lets him, of course, but the unexpectedly strong grip makes him shiver. Cahir sits in the chair and scoots closer to the desk. Eryk is caged in by his legs, surrounded by Cahir, and it makes some back part of his brain very pleased. Cahir cups the back of Eryk’s head and pulls him, a bit aggressively, against his groin.

Eryk happily nuzzles his erection through his trousers and Cahir bites back a groan. Cahir runs a hand through his hair and pulls just on the edge of harshness, tilting Eryk’s head up. Eryk instinctively opens his mouth and can’t suppress the shiver of pleasure from being manhandled. Eryk looks at him for a second, his cheeks flushed and breath panting, desperate for Cahir’s prick.

Cahir takes another deep breath. “Take it out.” he says softly.

Eryk goes to unlace his trousers but Cahir pulls roughly on his hair and Eryk stills.

“With your mouth.” Cahir whispers. Eryk can’t suppress the low whine that comes out of him. Oh, exquisite torture.

It takes a while for Eryk to loosen the laces, but soon he’s taking the hem of Cahir’s undergarments in his teeth and pulling, releasing Cahir’s prick, which flops against his chest. It’s already flushed and hard. Eryk licks his lips and moves to take it in his mouth, but Cahir jerks him back. Eryk whines.

“Stay there.” Cahir says, and scoots the chair a little bit more. He takes his time settling in, and all Eryk can do is watch as that perfect prick bobs in front of him. He makes an aborted move to grab it and Cahir tsks. “No, don’t do that. Hands behind your back.”

Eryk is aware he makes an extremely pitiful whine in that moment, but he obeys orders and Cahir rewards him by running his hands through his hair. Eryk basks in the feeling for a moment, and then Cahir is cupping his head and pulling him forward. Eryk opens his mouth but stops with his breath ghosting over the tip and looks up at Cahir to confirm. Cahir shudders a bit, but nods, and then he’s pulling Eryk onto his prick, oh so slowly.

Eryk sighs in contentment as inch by inch his mouth is filled until he bottoms out. Cahir clenches his head as he reflexively swallows, then blinks in apology when Cahir hums at him grumpily.

Cahir takes a moment to admire the sight of Eryk kneeling under the desk, his mouth full to the hilt of Cahir’s cock and just holding it in his mouth. Cahir shivers and runs his thumb over where Eryk’s lips are wrapped obscenely around his prick.

Eryk purrs, then stops when Cahir gives a gentle tug to his hair. “Stop that,” he chides, “I can’t come too soon.”

Eryk relents and continues to bask as Cahir looks his fill. Cahir strokes his hair. “Gorgeous.” he whispers. He takes a breath. “Alright, now be a good boy and keep my prick warm, okay?”

Eryk nods as much as he can. Cahir smiles. “Good.”

Cahir has to take a solid moment to adjust. He slowly breathes through the arousal. Then he gets to work. Silence falls, broken only by the shuffle of paper and scratching of a pen.

Eryk drifts, tethered only by the weight of a hot prick on his tongue, filling his mouth so perfectly. He doesn’t know how long it’s been when he’s pulled out of it by a knock on the door. Cahir looks down at him, a question. Eryk taps once on his leg.

Cahir shuffles some papers. “Come in!” he calls.

The door opens and someone enters. The desk is facing the door, the design such that Eryk is blocked from the view of anyone entering by a solid sheet of plywood. He knows there’s no way for the visitor to see him underneath the desk, kneeling with Cahir’s cock down his throat, but the idea of potentially being discovered sends a shiver down his spine.

Eryk lets the conversation flow over him, not caring enough to pay attention to superfluous things like words and what they mean. He decides to have a little fun and puts his hands on Cahir’s thighs, using one to stroke the inseam of his trousers.

Cahir devolves into a coughing fit. The man asks if he’s okay and Cahir assures him he’s fine, but moves one hand down to catch Eryk’s hand, squeezing it in warning. Eryk pouts a bit, but satisfies himself with holding Cahir’s hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the calluses.

It isn’t long until they wrap up their conversation and the man leaves, closing the door behind him.

Cahir glances down at him. “Naughty.” he admonishes. Eryk looks utterly unrepentant.

Cahir moves his hand not occupied by Eryk’s ministrations into his hair, petting it and scratching at his scalp. It takes a monumental effort for Eryk to not start purring.

Cahir sighs. “I can’t stay mad at you.” he whispers. “My good boy.” Eryk preens.

Cahir pretends to think. “Maybe good boys should get a reward, huh?”

Eryk slow blinks back up at him and Cahir chuckles softly. “Alright,” he says, “I’ve only got a few more things to take care of and then we can play. But, since you’ve been good…”

He shifts in his seat and pushes a leg forward until it’s nestled between Eryk’s. Eryk realizes he’s provided his leg for Eryk to rut against and groans, his hips twitching forward. Cahir’s grip tightens on his hair for a second, and then he relaxes. “I’ll be with you in just a moment, okay?”

Eryk slow blinks at him again and Cahir smiles, patting his head like you would a cat, then turns his focus back to his work.

Eryk shuffles forward until his groin is pressed against Cahir’s leg. The pressure on his neglected cock causes him to moan. Above him, Cahir twitches.

He starts to grind, and as debasing as this might be, him humping his lover’s leg like an animal, it’s also somehow the most tantalizing pleasure Eryk has ever felt. He can’t get the right angle to grind properly but the pressure against his prick after so long is the most heavenly thing he’s ever felt.

He doesn’t even register Cahir shuffling his papers and putting his pen down until Cahir is pulling his leg away. He whines, trying to chase it, but Cahir is adjusting position and scooting the chair back so Eryk has some room. The movement pulls Cahir’s prick away just a bit and Eryk whines, chasing it until it’s back in his mouth where it belongs.

Cahir chuckles and runs his fingers through Eryk’s hair. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

Eryk purrs contentedly and Cahir tenses, inhaling with a hiss. One hand pulls sharply on Eryk’s hair while the other moves wrap around the base of Cahir’s prick, pushing Eryk back a bit. Eryk is grumpy about it but dutifully holds perfectly still until Cahir relaxes, his orgasm staved off.

He laughs shakily. “Maybe you were a little too good.”

Eryk smiles around his prick. Cahir takes a calming breath. “As much as I love your mouth around my prick, I had thought maybe you’d like to ride me.”

Eryk nods vigorously and Cahir chuckles. “Of course that would require you to let go of my cock…”

Eryk fake glares at him, then sighs and slowly lets Cahir’s prick fall out of his mouth with all the air of a disgruntled cat having his toy taken away.

“Good kitty.” Cahir pats his head, then pulls at his shoulders until he’s standing.

Cahir grins up at him and grabs his hips, running his hands back until he has two handfuls of Eryk’s ass, which he cheerfully squeezes. He starts undoing Eryk’s trousers.

“Do you think you got my prick wet enough?” Cahir asks conversationally.

He pulls Eryk’s trousers just off his hips and runs his hands along the exposed skin.

“I don’t know, maybe I should prepare it a bit more.” Eryk rasps, grinning.

Cahir chuckles, finding the plug and running his finger around where his hot skin met the hard wood. “I think you’re ready.” He plays with the plug a bit. “And so, so desperate.”

“Please, Cahir, please fuck me,” Eryk babbles. Cahir just pulls him closer by the hips until his legs are on either side of the chair. He takes the plug out without preamble, earning a gasp from Eryk, and sets it aside carefully.

Cahir sticks a finger in Eryk experimentally and Eryk moans at the contact, but he needs more.

Cahir smiles at his desperation and takes pity on him, pulling him into position. He lines up his cock with one hand, the other on Eryk’s hip, as he slowly guides his prick into Eryk’s ass.

The head pops in and Eryk sobs. He lets Cahir move him, both hands now on his hips as he presses into Eryk at a maddeningly slow pace. He bottoms out and Eryk shivers, deliciously full once again.

Cahir takes a moment to adjust, although he really doesn’t need to with how ready Eryk is, and then pulls Eryk up and starts thrusting, slow at first but building in speed and momentum as Eryk figures out his rhythm and starts meeting Cahir’s thrusts with a roll of his hips.

Eryk has his hands grasping the chair behind Cahir, feet pressed firmly on the ground as he submits himself fully to Cahir’s grasp. The pace builds until Cahir is slamming into him, thrusting up into Eryk as he ruthlessly pulls him down. Their panting breaths mix in the air of the room, the smell of sex permeating alongside the obscene and arousing noises of their joining, the slap of Eryk’s balls against Cahir’s skin, the squelching as Cahir fucks Nolyn’s come deeper into Eryk.

Cahir’s grip on Eryk’s hips would be bruising if not for accelerated healing. He’s thrusting fast and hard, sometimes hitting Eryk’s prostate, causing Eryk to gasp and moan, but not aiming for it. This isn’t for Eryk’s pleasure, after all. Cahir pulls Eryk flush to him, hard, shaking as he comes apart. Eryk sighs in happiness as he feels Cahir paint his insides. He realises Cahir’s hand has made its way to the base of his cock and he quickly covers it with his own, holding it until Cahir comes down from his peak.

Cahir sighs and takes his hand off of Eryk’s prick. “Sorry.”

Eryk tilts Cahir’s head up to look him in the eyes, a soft smile on his face. “It’s okay love. I know you just want to make me feel good, but I want to wait.”

“I know.” Cahir gathers Eryk into his arms and nuzzles his throat. “M’sorry.”

Eryk just cuddles into his arms, trusting his weight to his knight. They stay like that until Cahir’s now soft prick slips out of Eryk. Eryk whines at the feeling of come tricking out of him and Cahir shushes him, “I know, my heart, I know.” He slides the plug gently into his ass and Eryk sighs at the feeling of being full again, of carrying his lover’s seed with him.

Eryk melts into Cahir’s arms and they stay there for a long moment, Eryk cuddled up on Cahir’s lap with Cahir running his fingers through his hair. Eryk purrs.

Eventually, Cahir shifts him so he’s sitting up. “We should get you cleaned up.” he says.

He gets his arms under Eryk and stands with him. Eryk purrs louder. Cahir moves to the sofa and sets him on a towel, then busies himself with procuring a rag and a basin of water. “Turn around please.” he murmurs.

Eryk obliges, kneeling on the sofa. The cool washrag moving over his rear sparks his nerves wherever it touches and the gentle touches of Cahir’s hand as he holds him still make him shiver in pleasure. Even the act of cleaning is erotic to him now with how turned on he is. He lets Cahir help him back into his pants and set him down on the sofa.

Cahir, now cleaned up himself, sits beside him and leans on his shoulder. “Do you want to take a break?” he asks, gesturing to Eryk’s crotch. “The ring can’t be very comfortable.”

Eryk huffs and lets himself sag against Cahir. “I’m good. I want to last the whole day, and I know my limits.” he sags further until his head is almost in Cahir’s lap. “If I got too overwhelmed I would tell you, promise.”

He looks up at Cahir’s soft smile. Cahir presses a kiss to his lips. Eryk drifts off for a bit, curled up with his head in Cahir’s lap while Cahir plays with his hair.

---

Eryk ends up wandering around for a bit and, finding nothing better to do, holes up in a corner of the library with some random books that he can’t focus on enough to actually read. He tries to sit in a chair, but then gives up and makes himself a pillow nest so he can lay down.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been when he hears footsteps approaching. He recognizes the scents as belonging to a few of his year-mates. He cracks his eyes open and watches Demyan, his cat-brother, crouch down in front of him.

“Hey Eryk.” he says, with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Funny meeting you here.”

Eryk just grumbles at him.

Ormand the Viper and Averil the Crane sit down nearby.

Eryk sighs and sits up, suppressing a yelp when it moves the plug. Although he’s sure the others can smell his spike of arousal. Demyan’s smirk definitely gets bigger.

He settles into a kneeling position, sitting back on his feet with his legs slightly apart.

Averil shuffles a little closer. Ormand glances down Eryk’s body to where the outline of his hard prick is extremely visible through his trousers, and licks his lips.

Averil scratches a hand through Eryk’s hair and Eryk leans into the touch. “We’re all pretty excited for later tonight.” he says.

Demyan stalks closer. “We thought we might check up on you, see how you’re doing, what with all the…” He gestures towards Eryk.

Ormand places a hand on Eryk’s thigh. Eryk is a bit embarrassed when he whimpers a little at the casual touch. “So how are you feeling?” Ormand asks.

“Um… Pretty flustered.” Eryk laughs awkwardly. He shifts in place, trying to settle into a more comfortable position but unfortunately widening his legs makes it so his prick is even more prominent.

Demyan looks down and back up. He reaches out and traces the waistband of his trousers. “Can we see it?”

“Ngh…” Eryk replies.

They all freeze when they hear a growl. Eryk looks past Demyan. Michal is standing there, teeth pulled back in a snarl, and eyes focused on Ormand’s hand on Eryk’s thigh.

Averil backs away from Eryk. Demyan just points his smirk over his shoulder and Ormand doesn’t move his hand.

Michal growls again. “Stop touching him.” he rumbles.

Demyan shrugs and swaggers to his feet. Ormand looks Michal right in the eye and moves his hand higher. In a flash Michal is on him, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a wristlock.

He looks at Eryk. “Mine.” he says, more vocalization than word. Eryk shivers.

Ormand slaps at his grip. “Augh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Michal huffs and pushes him away, then, in one move, scoops Eryk up so he’s carrying him over his shoulder, one proprietary hand on his ass.

Eryk goes completely limp with arousal.

Michal growls once more at the group, for good measure, and carries Eryk away. Demyan’s cackling laughter fades as they exit the library. Michal takes the stairs at a punishing rate, moving as fast as he can until he gets to his room.

He enters and kicks the door shut behind him

Michal tosses him onto the bed and in the next moment is on top of him, tugging his shirt off, running his hands over Eryk’s chest while Eryk writhes underneath him. He shucks Eryk’s pants and smallclothes off without preamble, and Eryk’s cock springs upwards, splattering a bit of precome on his belly. Michal hums and licks it off. Eryk’s stomach twitches under his tongue.

Michal leans back and admires Eryk’s prick for a bit. It’s almost purple at the tip. He runs his finger along the warm metal of the cock ring, while Eryk lays spread-eagle on the bed shivering uncontrollably from how incredibly turned on he is. Michal licks his lips absentmindedly, staring down at his prick, then sighs and turns away from it. He undoes the strings of his trousers and a little thrill goes through Eryk knowing that he’s going to fuck him fully clothed while Eryk is naked.

Then Michal’s prick is out. He takes it in hand, pumping it a few times, then pulls Eryk to the edge of the bed. He spreads his cheeks and tilts his head, considering. It’s easy to slide a finger in alongside the plug. He hums in satisfaction and slicks up his cock, guiding Eryk’s legs to his shoulders with his other hand.

Eryk is extremely exposed, on his back with his legs open and Michal between them. He whimpers a little and lets them spread a little wider. Michal takes the plug out and immediately replaces it with his cock, sheathing it inside Eryk in one thrust. Eryk lets out a loud moan, but Michal doesn’t stop, immediately starting a relentless pattern of thrusts. He holds Eryk’s hips, and even though Eryk tries to cant his hips to meet Michal’s, he can’t do anything but let Michal pound into him relentlessly.

Eryk screams and growls, raking his fingers into Michal’s forearms with every thrust. Eryk shouts himself hoarse, overcome by the waves and waves of unrelenting pleasure. He loved being cared for and pampered by Nolyn and Cahir, but this is what he wanted, to be used and abused and pumped full of come.

It feels simultaneously too long and not long enough before Michal is coming with a groan, his hips pistoning into Eryk, pushing his spend deeper and deeper. When he finally stills he’s still half-hard.

Eryk whines as he pulls out, but Michal just pushes him back onto the bed proper and climbs on after him, running his hands down Eryk’s legs and spreading them apart. He re-enters Eryk and starts fucking him with the same rhythm and consistency. He pushes Eryk’s legs up with his hands on his calves until Eryk is bent almost in two, but with cat flexibility Eryk not only can hold this position for a while, but also enjoys it immensely. Well, there’s not a lot of sex positions he doesn’t enjoy, but this is definitely one of the top 10.

Eryk holds on to Michal’s hands where they’re wrapped around his legs, and simply enjoys being split in half by Michal’s amazingly thick prick. Michal grunts, sweat beading on his brow as he pistons his hips in and out of Eryk. The brush of fabric as he bottoms out, a reminder of their respective states of being dressed– Michal still has his shoes on!– turns Eryk on.

Michal pants, his rhythm stuttering as he gets closer. He lets go of Eryk’s legs and grips his hips bruisingly tight as he does one last thrust, pulling Eryk at the same time and burying his prick as deep as he can, like he’s trying to fuse their bodies together. Eryk shudders and whines as Michal spills deep into him for the second time.

It seems like he spends forever coming, but then Michal collapses forward onto his forearms, so as to not crush Eryk. Eryk lets his legs unbend and fall to the bed, but Michal stays inside him.

Once Michal catches his breath, he leans down to kiss Eryk with a twinkle in his eye. “Good for more?”

Eryk shivers as he feels the low bass of his voice rumble through him, and then nods.

Michal starts moving again, shallow thrusts, barely more than him rolling his hips, but enough for Eryk to hear the wet squelch of him fucking his, Nolyn, and Cahir’s spend back into him, which is so incredibly hot Eryk almost has an out-of-body experience.

They lay there for a bit, Michal fucking him slowly while he runs his hands up and down Michal’s back. Before long, Michal stills and releases into him with a deep sigh.

“I love your dick.” Eryk slurs, smiling dopily up at Michal.

Michal gives him a little grin and kisses him. “I know,” he says. He gives him another peck and pulls out, heedless of Eryk’s whining and complaining. He gets off the bed and stands at the end, uncaring that his prick is hanging outside of his pants, wet with spend. He grabs Eryk’s ankles and pulls him to the edge of the bed.

A trickle of come spills out of Eryk’s extremely well-used asshole, and Michal pushes it back in, drawing a moan from Eryk. “We’ve gotta get you cleaned up.” Michal murmurs. He kneels. “You’ve got plans later tonight.”

“Mmm.” Eryk says, mindless, then yelps when Michal licks around his hole and then dives in, eating him out with a single-minded focus. Eryk moans, lying limp on the bed while Michal licks him clean. Occasionally he’ll twitch, his body overloaded with pleasure. It takes a while, there’s a lot of spend in there, but eventually Michal pulls back and licks his lips, satisfied.

He stands up and absent-mindedly strokes his now hard prick. “How are you feeling?” Michal asks.

Eryk lets out an incredibly pitiful moan. He opens his mouth a few times, willing it to work, but no words come out.

“Nngh.” He says instead.

Michal sits down on the bed. “How would you feel if I sat you on my prick and let you take a little nap, hmm? Fill you up all nice and full while you sleep. How about that?”

Eryk nods as enthusiastically as he can muster, which is not very. His entire body feels like a pile of limp noodles and he’s not sure he could move his legs if he tried.

But his enthusiasm gets across. Michal smiles, quickly strips out of his clothes, and picks him up, rearranging them so he’s sitting with Eryk between his legs. Eryk lets out a whine of confusion. Why isn’t Michal inside him already? He feels a cool glass press against his lips and he opens them, letting Michal coax him into swallowing a few gulps of water.

Then Michal arranges them again so they’re on their sides, and finally– FINALLY– Michal presses into him in one slow stroke, pulling him close as he bottoms out. Eryk lets him fuss with their position, pulling a blanket over them and putting a pillow under Eryk’s head, but Eryk is already drifting off. He falls into sleep, surrounded and filled by Michal.

---

Cahir finds Eryk wrapped in Michal’s arms, snoring softly while Michal runs his fingers through his hair. Cahir smiles and sits down on the edge of the bed.

“How’s he holding up?” Cahir asks.

Michal hums. “He’s wound so tight, the moment that ring comes off he’s going to go off like a rocket.” He smiles down at Eryk. “He loves it so much though. He loves the waiting. It makes the release sweeter.”

“Are you talking about me?” Eryk mumbles without opening his eyes.

Cahir laughs softly and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Yes.”

“Hmm.” Eryk grumbles. “Rude.”

Cahir and Michal both laugh.

“I came to get you.” Cahir says.

“Hmm?”

“It’s after midnight.”

“Hmm.” Eryk groans dramatically and opens his eyes. “Hello.”

“Hello.” Cahir says.

“Hello.” Michal says, pulling himself and Eryk upright without slipping out of him. Eryk clenches and Michal groans.

“Can I just ride your prick down to the hot springs?” Eryk asks.

Cahir laughs and hands him a robe. “As much as I would love to see you try that, no.”

Eryk acts grumpy but doesn’t complain when Michal pulls out of him and plugs him back up. He takes the robe Cahir hands him and wraps it around his naked body. Once he’s secured it, Michal, now also wearing a robe, picks him up and carries him all the way down to the hot springs.

When they enter the hot springs, all the occupants' eyes turn their way. Nolyn is there, of course, but there are also a good number of other witchers, all from their year. They have a sign on the door ensuring it was only their year-mates that were allowed in tonight.

Eryk feels all the gazes on him, hot like caresses all over his body. Michal walks over and deposits him on his feet on the floor beside one of the larger pools where Nolyn and a few others have already taken spots. Eryk takes a breath and disrobes. The sheer increase in lust in the room goes to his head and he sways, trusting Michal to hold him.

Without taking his hands away from Eryk, Michal gets into the pool and pulls Eryk in too. Eryk flops against his chest, not caring when Michal holds his hips above the water, showing off the buttplug in his ass. A few groans echos around the room. There’s hushed conversations going on over Eryk’s head, but he’s content to just lay limply in Michals embrace while his lovers take care of him.

They move him to a shallow pool with a sort of bench on it. Michal gently coaxes him to kneeling in front of it (absently he notices someone had put a cushion there) and pushes him down over it. Eryk holds onto the bench, and then Michal’s hands when he provides them.

There's more talking and then someone pulls out the plug and replaces it with a cock, nice and long. Eryk sighs, relaxing into the feeling of being used and fucked. He feels something against his cheek and opens his eyes (when had he closed them?) to see another prick waiting patiently in front of him. He immediately opens his mouth, and the prick is thrust down his throat, none too gently. He just takes it, happy to be full.

He doesn’t know how much time passes. The only thing he feels is the cushion beneath his knees, the bench under his chest, and being fucked mercilessly in the ass and the throat. They never line up in their thrusts, they're always off, but it makes it better. He barely recognizes when a prick pulls out of him because there’s always another there ready to take its place, and he is simply a receptacle for their spend.

He swallows as much seed as he can but it inevitably gets everywhere. He can feel it in his hair, trickling down his face, running down his chin. He’s so messy. He wants to be more messy. He tugs at Michal’s hands and Michal says something, then there’s more spend, splashing over his back, drenching him in thick ropes of come . He shivers, satisfied, and squeezes Michal’s hand. Michal squeezes back.

From then on if there isn’t someone coming in him, there’s someone coming on him. It drips down his legs and arms and covers every inch of his body. At some point Michal flips him over onto his back so his chest can be painted. Someone also plays with his nipples a bit, which makes him squirm, jolts of pleasure going down his spine.

Then, the prick in his ass pulls out and doesn’t go back in. He thinks he makes some sort of noise, but his control over his body is long gone at this point. He can hear some more talking and laughing, and then fingers slip easily into his ass. He relaxes, letting them probe a bit, until the thumb slips in too and suddenly he has a hand in his ass. He starts shaking uncontrollably, every single pleasure receptor in his body lighting up as the fingers move slightly.

He lets out a breath when the hand leaves him, and then he’s being maneuvered so he’s face down on another person. He doesn’t even open his eyes, just tucks his face into their neck while they quickly, but gently enter him. They don’t move though, and he realizes why then when another head presses at his entrance.

He goes spineless, his only reaction to scream in pleasure when the other prick bottoms out. They take their time finding a rhythm but then they’re fucking him, alternating going in and out. He takes this for a while and then his head is getting tilted up and there’s a prick at his lips. He opens his mouth and takes it, eyes still closed. Whoever is fucking his mouth must also be getting something from the guy beneath him, cause they’re making a whole lot of noise. His sluggish thoughts are wiped clean, however, when the two pricks in his ass spend, one after the other. The guy beneath him stays in, but the other guy leaves and is replaced with another prick.

He loses track of how many cocks he takes. It’s so good to be so full. At one point they flip him over again so he’s back to front with the person he’s lying on.

Then he feels another prick at his entrance. It’s bigger than the others and he knows it’s Michal’s. He would notice Michael’s prick anywhere. He pushes in so slowly, but Eryk is already fucked so wide open it’s barely a stretch. Michal makes a sort of wondering noise as he bottoms out. He takes a while to settle, and then begins to fuck him so gently, in opposition of the person beneath him who is pounding into him with everything they’ve got.

The prick in his mouth comes and leaves, and a new one appears. He knows that this one is Cahir’s, as familiar to him as his own prick. Which means the person below him must be Nolyn. Cahir wouldn’t be comfortable being eaten out by anyone else. He’s able to focus enough to enjoy Cahir absolutely losing his mind between Eryk swallowing down his prick like water and Nolyn vigorously eating him out. Cahir comes hard, but then keeps his prick in Eryk’s mouth, letting Eryk suck on it happily.

Michal has picked up his pace. He’s close. He feels a tap on his shoulder from Nolyn, a check in. He taps back that he’s good, and Nolyn’s hand snakes down to his hip. Nolyn squeezes, and Eryk squeezes back.

Nolyn wraps his hand around Eryk’s prick. All of Eryk’s awareness pinpoints to that one hand on his prick, slowly pulling the ring off. It clears his prick and there’s a second of breathing room before Eryk suddenly feels like his entire being has been liquified and compressed and is sitting right inside his sternum. Michal hits his prostate just then, and Eryk whites out. He thinks he screams, but all he’s aware of is overwhelming pleasure, sparking in every atom of his body. He feels like he’s exploding. He’s vaguely aware of his body thrashing around and arms around him, but it’s unimportant next to how fucking good he feels.

Briefly, a thought crosses his mind– how long have I been coming?– right before he blacks out.

---

Eryk vaguely comes to in the water, feeling hands running over him gently. He can feel the deep rumbles of Michael talking in his chest and he falls back under.

The next time he becomes aware of his surroundings, he’s back in their bedroom, in the large bed they all sleep in, surrounded by his lovers as they cuddle under the covers.

He makes a questioning noise and feels more than hears someone chuckle.

“Welcome back to the land of the living.” Nolyn says, nuzzling into the side of his face.

“How are you feeling?” Cahir asks.

Eryk briefly takes stock of his body. He’s sore all over, but in the most deliciously wrung-out way. He feels like he could sleep for a week. “‘M good.” he mumbles.

“Good.” Michal says, placing a kiss to the top of Eryk’s head.

They all cuddle closer together and ebb into silence, until Eryk pipes up.

“How soon can we do this again?”

Eryk laughs at the disgruntled and overlapping response from his lovers telling him to shut up and go to sleep, and as he curls around Michal, Nolyn, and Cahir, he falls into a dreamless sleep.

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