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The DoA lovers were asked to mark their favorite parts of their lovers' bodies.
Fyodor’s neck. His worst enemy.
To get Fyodor to melt was hard; or to even crack a bit of his stone personality. But when they did, after so much work, it was worth it. Every breath he took, every grunt he let out, was like a reward for their hard work.
After finding out how sensitive his neck is, how easy it is to get him going with just kisses and bites, they went feral. Fyodor had to dig up turtleneck shirts for the whole week after it.
He was sitting on his chair, his hands writing peacefully, yet that peace was disturbed once Nikolai pressed a light kiss on his neck. Shiver ran down his spine. It wasn’t as noticeable, but Nikolai knew his body language well. Sigma joined to help, setting himself on Fyodor’s lap and licking down his neck. And damn, did it feel good. Nikolai’s eager lips, and Sigma’s soft ones felt perfect. Even so perfect to make his breathing uneven; to get him to think about giving in.
Still, he tried resisting. He tried until he felt Nikolai bite the most sensitive spot he could have on his neck, followed with Sigma’s soft kisses on the other. To this day, he swears that he wouldn’t give in if Nikolai didn’t order Sigma to bite.
So much eager love bites were forming on his skin; so much sucking that he felt like they’ll get to the inside of his throat. They would if they could. No doubt.
Breaths turned into muffled groans he tried holding back, grunts into whimpers, and finally – whimpers at the moans. Motivation to make him break just grew.
The neck may be his worst enemy, but the greatest weakness was just a little lower. No matter the fingers that glazed over them, or pinched them, his nipples were the most sensitive spot he could have, the weakest weakness of them all.
Sigma might be too shy to play with them, but Nikolai wasn’t. That for sure. Whatever he does, he goes all in, gives all his efforts to do just the right thing and touch just the right spots that he knows are sensitive.
Eventually, he got Sigma to suck on them. And fuck, was that a pretty sight. His gaze varied from shyly looking into Fyodor's eyes, searching for an answer as to whether he was doing well, to looking down, trying to hide himself out of embarrassment when he saw Fyodor’s reaction, which was, oh, so desperate. Even if Fyodor gave feedback with his reactions, Sigma got the praise he wanted from Nikolai. And damn, did it motivate to continue.
Nikolai felt all the power. He felt like he succeeded in life. With getting Sigma to do the work on one of Fyodor’s nipples, he had Fyodor leaned on him, his back pressed on his chest, with lips locked on his neck and fingers pinching the other.
On top of the sensations they made him feel, unable to fight back with Nikolai’s strong grip and Sigma’s body pressing on him, Nikolai wasn’t the one who was quiet. To get him to shut up was impossible, not even a gag would to a good job. It would just muffle the sounds he made. But Fyodor wasn’t in a position to discipline him, not now at least. He sure will get him back for this, sparing Sigma, since he didn’t have much of a choice and he’ll get the punishment from Nikolai either way, with the comment that Fyodor wasn’t in the right for not making Sigma go through one too.
“God, shut up” Fyodor said to Nikolai’s filthy words. The humiliation of not keeping it in, of letting it show, letting them know how good it feels – it was way too much for him, yet he enjoyed it. He would never tell a soul, not even them.
“Oh, God won’t help you” Nikolai then giggled in amusement. He sure won’t. Nikolai just might be a incubus who feeds from both of his lovers’ lust, especially from Fyodor’s. And damn, does it taste good. His favorite meal he so rarely gets, his forbidden fruit that he tries to reach so often, failing and sitting back to the ground, but eager to eat another who was just as juicy as the one over his head.
Fyodor knows it all too well. He keeps his lust from Nikolai, making him unable to feast off it. What would God say to him giving in and feeding such an unholy creature? Yet again, once in a while, he lets his guard down. Nikolai doesn’t wait a moment before attacking. One sip might even be enough for him to last for the whole two months. It would be a shame to drink up all his bittersweet lust in one take. Dragging it out is way more fun.
There is just enough respect in Nikolai to let Fyodor rest for some time, with tries in between that wouldn’t end as he pictured it. But when almost all the power drains from that sip, he would give his best to get another. His lovers know well he gets what he wants when he’s determined, one way or another.
Just how many times did he say God’s name in vain, how many times did he repeat it – it made Nikolai satisfied that Fyodor violated his own morals because of his actions, because of Sigma's body. Nikolai wouldn’t be Nikolai if he didn’t comment on it with a smug smile and evil laugh; “so filthy of you to forget about God’s commands.”
Fyodor might have his dick inside Sigma, but even their precious and shy prince was more composed than him at this moment. Nikolai enjoyed the sight. When it’ll come to his turn to fuck Fyodor into bedsheets, humiliating him even more with every thrust, whispering unholy things religious one could hear just from him, he’ll make sure to go all for it, to get these sweet sounds of annoyance mixed with pleasure.
For someone who thinks about sex all damn time, his mind finally setting to other thoughts after 5th orgasm, Nikolai certainly is patient tonight. It just might be that he wants to enjoy Fyodor like this for as long as possible, even if he needs to wait.
This night went where he wanted it to go, and for Fyodor, it was an experience worth forgetting about, worth putting aside and shutting them both down if they ever try bringing it up, if they just even dare to.
In conclusion, Sigma and Nikolai did a good job, and Fyodor passed out from exhaustion, chasing the sleep he needed, with his legs aching and him forcing his mind to shut down to finally rest. Just what the fuck happened, how it ended – too much to think about, too humiliating to repeat in his mind, too fucked out to even remember his past.
Even before, when he was younger, his neck was his weakness. It just had a different meaning – of abuse. His family taught him how touch can be abused, now harsh it can be. Even slight touch from strangers to get his attention was a strange one. Same as his acquaintances. He would look at them, waiting for an explanation as what was so important to touch him.
However, he let his lovers get to that side of him. He let them touch and feel. Even if he wasn’t the one starting the cuddles, when either of them would snuggle against him, he would touch them back, showing love through touching Sigma’s hair and patting Nikolai’s.
He might let them abuse his neck with kisses and bites, that would heal the abuse he went through, but to touch his wrists is what gets him to pull away and become distant. He never told them, but they noticed.
Being touched at all seemed so unnecessary to him. He sees life beings as souls covered by flesh and skin. There is no point in judging by looks or being bothered by someone’s body. Just that he doesn’t care about Sigma having female autonomy proves it. People can be pretty but covered in sin. Some can be attractive but not educated.
For Fyodor to get used to touch was hard, but his lovers were glad he grew to enjoy it. Not everyone can touch him so carelessly.
Sigma was the sensitive one.
For him, a light touch was enough. A trigger was just behind his ears, just behind his hair that hid them nicely. It made them untouchable for anyone else except his two lovers.
He would try to move his head to get rid of the sensation that was making him squirm. Yet it seemed like he wanted more. He was like a cat that was too shy to admit it liked scratches behind its ears. As much as he loved it, he hated how desperate it made him. He hated the instinctive reaction of squeezing his thighs together.
Every time his lovers made him needy somewhere he shouldn't be, he would give them a soul-piercing look. Though, it would quickly turn into eyes full of lust. They loved it. They adored his sweet reactions, the sounds he would make in surprise; be it squeals, moans, whimpers, or sighs.
And when they were home, he would indulge. He would let his body accept the sensations travelling to the source of pleasure, making him soaking wet.
Fyodor’s fingers were gentle, with everything they did. It was the same with Sigma; either it be glazing fingers over his skin, running them through his hair, or making him squirm with his fingers inside, not even needing to search for the right spot or rhythm.
However, Nikolai abused the power of touch. The only thing he does gently with his hands is reach behind Sigma’s ears, knowing it will make him needy. And when he gets him horny, his hands eagerly squeeze his sides, putting him in the position that he wants to have him in without any warning, making him yelp in surprise.
Not that Nikolai couldn’t find the right spots, he could, but damn was he aggressive with it. Sigma could count on one hand times Nikolai went slowly, and it was solely because he gave an ultimatum; “be gentle or you won’t be fucking me at all.”
While Nikolai gives best heads and creampies that exhaust him, making him unable to walk, with Fyodor, he can do it in any given moment and time. A short break from paperwork with Fyodor’s touch under the desk is a perfect way to forget about chores he must do. Even if sleeping after an orgasm, maybe even a few of them, given by Nikolai gets him the best rest, after one given by Fyodor, he feels refreshed. He can’t help but smile while trembling. That kind of pleasure boosts his mood. After all, he is able to get up and walk, to grab himself a glass of water, not to be stuck in bed like he would after Nikolai. Though, there is no need, since Fyodor takes perfect care of him later.
Sigma just loves how different his lovers are. He is sure he wouldn’t survive with two Nikolai’s, it would get too intense; nor with two Fyodor’s, there would be no drama, which is a big part of their relationship. This was perfect. If he was needy or desperate for touch, he would get Nikolai, who would happily lend a helping hand… or a dick. But Nikolai isn’t capable of being gentle, or watching movies and relax in the bathtub, but he knows who is for sure. He goes to Fyodor to run away from the world, sometimes even from Nikolai. No other hands could make him feel that safe.
A perfect balance, that Sigma got, same as made for Nikolai and Fyodor who would eventually fall apart. He didn’t have to choose between the two, he got them both. If he told this to his younger self, he would be in shock to hear that he was worthy of being loved. More so that he had two lovers instead of one. Two people who loved him dearly. Not everyone gets this amount of love in this number of lovers. After all, he does deserve to be loved, and they confirmed it.
He had two lovers who would gladly satisfy him if he needed, Nikolai first, of course. Before their first time, he never got further than putting his hand in his pants and lightly touching, to find out how it felt. But the embarrassment got to him, and he quickly stopped, too ashamed of it to continue. He would rather not explore a part of his body that felt off, that he never wanted to have.
However, once he became comfortable around Nikolai and Fyodor, Nikolai wanted to teach him. He remembers that night like it was yesterday – Nikolai holding his wrist and helping him to move his hand, telling him to push his fingertips up so he could bring the pleasure he felt with them himself. He was so embarrassed of it, but he learned. Still, every time he is needy, he goes to Nikolai, who satisfies his needs just right.
There are a lot of places his lovers touch that he absolutely adores, but… there is only one that he can’t handle being played with – his breasts. God, how much he hates them. There isn’t a day that he doesn’t think about living life as a real man, not a day he looks in the mirror, completely nude, without frowning and turning around.
They know it. They have been aware from the first time they touched them. Sigma winced uncomfortably and moved the hand that wanted to play with them away, mumbling “no, not that” under his breath. Nikolai might not respect personal space, he might not listen when they tell him to keep his hands to himself, but this… this he respected. Same as Fyodor, who wouldn’t touch any part without permission to do so the first few times they did it.
Before them, he would wear a binder at all times, taking it off just for sleep and when he was totally alone, hiding his breasts from all of the people in the casino. They weren’t big but were big enough to be seen without it.
However, with them, he grew comfortable taking it off. Once Fyodor noticed how much he wears them, he bought Sigma a few oversized black shirts because of how well they would hide them. He would check with his hand over Sigma’s soft tummy if he took it off, just to be sure he doesn’t ruin his health with it.
There were moments Sigma let Nikolai cup his breast when they were laying, just to make him know how it feels. His two lovers learned every single thing about his body except his chest. With that, Nikolai was happy just to hold his breast in his palm, not playing with it or trying to pinch his nipple like he would Fyodor's.
“It fits well in my hand” Nikolai commented, “but it doesn’t fit on my body” Sigma whispered back and guided his hand lower, away from his chest. There was no complaining from Nikolai, not even an annoyance he often shows when someone tries taking the control from him like this.
Fyodor didn’t need to feel it, and he made that clear. If Sigma asked him to repeat that his body doesn’t make him less of a man, Fyodor would gladly repeat it a thousand times. But there was no need for that. He already knew what to say to make Sigma feel loved. There were no second tries, the first one was always perfect.
Speaking of sensitive spots, Sigma’s weaknesses weren’t always triggered with touch, but with words too. Just a single praise and his cheek becomes red. A simple ‘good boy’ can get him to react the same as he would with touch behind his ears; his legs would close, his head would turn to the side in embarrassment, and he would be ready to take whatever they give him, surrender to whatever they do.
“You’re so easy, sweetcheeks” Nikolai would grin and continue his teasing. He indeed was. A perfect and flushed mess for them. As much as Nikolai and Fyodor enjoyed each other, they sure as hell know that without Sigma, this relationship wouldn’t end with marriage.
And Sigma was happy to be the magnet between the two, to have Nikolai kiss his right, and Fyodor his left cheek, falling asleep after an intense session, simply entering his dreams knowing they guard the doors so no nightmares could come.
And for Nikolai… there wasn’t a place you can’t touch, not any that is forbidden.
He had no weakness. Every physical contact only made him harder. He needed to feel a body under him or pressing on him. He needed to feel skin to skin to be fulfilled. It wasn’t in a way that someone has to touch him – he just needed to touch someone, or something. If his lovers weren’t around, he simply did the job with his hand, imagining being inside of them and thrusting his hips up like he would into the warmth of their holes.
Hell, his record was five orgasms. He was well aware that each orgasm exhausts both of his lovers. Sigma can usually take one round, after two he most likely passes out. For him, that was a maximum. Fyodor can take three to four rounds, depends on his anemia and the position he is in; two being a top and a sweet one from bottoming that Nikolai made sure was intense. He got over his record of three that night when Nikolai had no mercy, getting him to fourth.
When Nikolai was left horny, and had two of his lovers completely fucked out, laying in bed, he would finish himself off, chasing pleasure until there is no more cum left to leave his body. Such a horny freak. Such an incubus who feeds from lust and wants it all.
It didn’t take long for Fyodor to realize how to get Nikolai needy – not to touch him at all. If that would be possible, because it’s not. Even if you locked him in the basement, he would simply teleport and end up getting what he wanted. There is no doubt he would find a way to get out even without his coat.
To tie him up was another option. Unfortunately, Nikolai was an expert himself. He knows how to get out of bonds, yet sometimes, even he enjoys being in that position, letting his lovers have fun thinking they can simply tie up someone who could do the same to them without even trying, trapping them with tight bonds, making them unable to even move.
There was a time when Nikolai went over the line of respect. Fyodor had to take matters into his own hand. And he took a chastity cage – only thing Nikolai hates from the bottom of his soul. That was a way to get him to submit, a way to control him, to control his pleasure. Nikolai was a horny freak, and without touch, he would go feral, just like he did when he was left locked up in it for more than few hours.
He begged Sigma to get the key, to get Fyodor to release him from that pain of not being able to feel any pleasure, to get hard and fuck his erection even with his own hand. But when Fyodor decides it’s enough, then it really is. He was left with it for a few days, and he never disobeyed on purpose again.
So no, Nikolai didn’t have any spots that could break him or make his knees tremble (if we don’t count the act of putting the chastity cage on him), at least not when it came to sex. Because Nikolai, when he isn’t needy, surprisingly, is a whole different person. He still begs for touch. That fact can’t be changed in any circumstances.
The only time when Nikolai was begging out of pure neediness, and not out of kink, was when he craved the loving touch. He wouldn’t even be demanded to beg, but he would, just to have fingers gliding over his skin; to feel his ear being pulled a bit, exactly like his grandma did; to have his cheeks being held and squeezed, reminding him of his loving mother. When he got head pats, it would remind him how proud papa used to be of him.
He forever longs and craves for this platonic type of touch. Oh, what would he give to feel the same feeling once again. After all, that childish heart of him never stopped beating.
He was just ten when the hands that were giving him this loving touch became cold, after freezing to death on their beds. Just ten when his close family was taken out of his world, leaving him to people who didn’t bother giving him the love he needed. Just ten when he started to raise himself. He was like a little girl playing with his doll, not knowing that he has to feed her every few ours or teach her the manners that were required for the outside world. He raised himself like a child would raise a child.
Touch was his love language. And he was pushy to get it. The term of personal space meant nothing to him, not even when it comes to strangers. Hell, if someone straight up touched his dick or tried getting inside his pants, he would gladly take it.
When Fyodor and him just started fucking around, he would try making him jealous by sleeping with other people. And Fyodor… he didn’t give a single fuck, “good for you.” Simple as that.
Eventually, they found Sigma, who made their bond stronger. Now Nikolai had Fyodor, who was hard to get and hard to crack, yet for Nikolai that wasn’t a difficult challenge; and Sigma, who was easily flustered and happy to take Nikolai in any way. He had no desire to fuck around with anyone else. Everything was served on the silver platter.
In these past years, he learned so many techniques that would make people shudder under him, beg for more and whine when they get it. The first time the three of them did it, he had no idea how woman’s body works. The hell is he supposed to do with a pussy? How does it even work?
But he learned, he learned how to twist his fingers, what to do with them to get Sigma to jerk his hips up and cover his mouth, trying to keep in his moans with no success.
Be it sexual touch or platonic one, it didn’t matter. He loved it all, craved it all. If he could, he would lay in bed all day long, fucking them every few hours, and cuddling them when they get exhausted. He was happy they let their guard down and shared their personal space with him.
Every night that they slept in the same bed, Nikolai would wrap his hands around Sigma, hugging him close to his chest. There were even times when Sigma was scared Nikolai would cut off his breathing from how strong he held him. And Fyodor laid aside, just enough that his back pressed on Sigma. They would sometimes change so Nikolai would be in the middle. But however it be, they were sleeping together. Not sex sleeping but dreaming their own dreams while being close to each other. Nikolai couldn’t ask for more.