Five to Love Him (Phoenix Immortal: Hive #1)

31. HIVE

thirty-one

I n the window seat, Leo was reaching for us too. We cherished the touch though he could not quite share it with all of us, being a singular. We got the impression that he wanted to, that he was trying. His display of care and love made us shiver, made us want to conquer the world and give it to him.

“Are we…are we going to go upstairs and do some experimenting? Oh, what about, you know. Getting clean?”

We pulled back. We’d not been sure that he really had meant this, but he had been right, no longer seemed too tipsy to need us to be sober for him.

“Before we do anything, we have to know what you want. It sounds like you want to try anal sex?”

He nodded and didn’t flinch or look away, so we knew he meant it.

“Yes.”

We had imagined this and so much more. In our fantasies, we’d forced every pleasure on Leo that a hive of five could give, and now, here, he was asking for all of it.

“We do have condoms, but going to the bathroom before is a good idea.” “And there are always wet wipes, so you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

Nor did we want him to know shame, which we knew could burrow in the mind and heart like a small black worm.

“I can do that right now. But you’ll have to let me go.”

We did, standing with two and making sure to kiss him, give him soothing touch. Leo hurried up the stairs ahead of us, eager for the experience. We knew we could make it special for him. Before our time in that room, before we’d met that human, we had enjoyed spending nights with others. Not always just one, though even then, we’d wondered if taking two or three to bed wasn’t pushing things for a hive our size.

None of those things mattered now. We walked up the stairs, hearing Leo brushing his teeth in the bathroom. There, on the sink was a second cup now that held our toothbrushes. We left him in peace while we went to his room, straightening everything and collecting what we thought we might need: the condoms, lube, and wet wipes, things we’d wanted to be ready for this very day.

We started stripping too, and Leo walked in when we were in the middle of that.

“Wow. You are like my very own hot harem, you know that, right?”

We hooked the arms of one around his shoulders while we continued stripping, just that much slower than was necessary.

“Then you are a prince, Leo. Our prince, and you can command us.”

“I’d probably suck at that.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because of the adulting. I told you I’m not good at it, didn’t I? I wasn’t just talking about wallpaper and buying a bed, which you are going to have to move, and, ideally, I don’t want to see any of it. Big furniture is really, really stressful.”

“We’re not sure what big furniture ever did to you, but we can make that happen.”

“You better.” He stepped forward, leaning his forehead against our sternum. “Can you tell me what to do? Please.”

We stroked his blond lion hair. “We’re going to undress you first, and then we’re going to spend some time making sure none of this hurts more than it has to.”

“You’re going to enjoy this too, right?” He looked up at us.

“Leo. We are five. We will enjoy this a lot more than a singular can. We’ll get to watch you with all of us, and we’ll taste you. We’re going to do our best to make sure this is very good for you as well, and we think we’ll manage to make you enjoy it quite a lot.”

He sighed. “Me and my applying human thinking to you. When does the undressing part start?”

“Well.”

We began with his shirt, opening the top button slowly while standing behind him and running our hands over him. His reaction was immediate. It shouldn’t have surprised us. Leo always seemed to melt when we were gentle with him, and this was no exception.

He let his head roll back, and we used the opportunity, stood beside him with a third so that we could kiss him, a distraction from the undressing. When he didn’t see our hands, he reacted slightly ticklish. When we knelt and kissed the soft line of pale hair below his navel, he almost screamed out.

We were all naked when we finally pulled Leo’s shirt off his shoulders and got to work on his pants with the one who’d been kissing his abdomen. Instead of going slow, we opened his pants quickly, pulling them down and carefully coaxing his legs out of them while keeping him steady.

From there, leading him down to the bed nest was easy enough, and while it was big enough for tonight, we’d make sure to get a bigger bed for the new bedroom.

“Hive,” he said, locking eyes with one of us even as we kissed his neck and ran our hands over his front, casually teasing without lingering to do more.

“Yes, we are all here for you.”

Leo leaned forward, cupped our cheek. “I am too. Here for you, I mean. No one ever… This might not be the right time, but no one in my life was ever there for me like you are, no one cared about me like you do. I mean, yes, Gran did, of course, but that’s different.”

We vibrated with the need to hold him, and we were glad that it was all of us here, that we could, in this moment with thunder cracking above our heads and lightning painting the rain-dark night outside. Leo gave himself over completely, let himself be touched and allowed us to hold him between us. He watched, his eyes roaming over our bodies and stirring our desire.

“We are lucky that we get to love you like this.”

We opened our mouth to say more. Everything that had come before, the room we’d been locked into, the pain, everything that had been done to us, we knew that each piece of suffering had been a step toward this joy we had now in the form of our gleaming one. We didn’t dare say it out loud, we wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

“You always give and give,” Leo mumbled. “Tonight, I just really want you to do whatever you want, okay?”

How to make him understand that our want—our greatest desire—was to see him without a care, heart overfilling with good things? Perhaps it was a singular thing that kept the understanding out of reach, but either way, we could show him.

“If there’s something you don’t like, tell us, please,” we said as we settled onto the bed and picked up the bottle of lube.

“Okay. What… I thought you were going to, uhm. I thought I was going to bottom?”

His eyes were fixed on us while we used the lube on us, stretching ourself with our fingers. We were doing this with two of us, and he seemed to enjoy watching.

“Leo, with a hive, you don’t have to do only one thing at a time.” We stroked his back, moved to his buttocks. “We’ll get to this. We’ll get to all of you.”

We could read in his expression that he wasn’t sure what that meant. He had more of an inkling than anyone else might have, having become used to being around us and after all the many mornings that had begun with touching and ended in pleasure, two or three of us next to him.

But tonight, we would give him every pleasure for as long as we could make it last. Afterward, we would hold him tight and watch over him, give him as much of us as we could.

We began by putting him on his back, a huff of surprise escaping his lips. We lifted his legs, making sure he still had a good view of us stretching ourself for him. With one, we knelt, taking his cock and squeezing just tightly enough to slow things, then bending down to suck his balls.

Sweet noises dripped from Leo’s lips like syrup, and we watched him, ran our fingers along his arms and legs and using our thumbs to massage his instep. We’d love to spend hours like this, just he and us.

In reality that wasn’t possible. When his skin grew blotchy with the color of arousal, we helped him move once more, putting him on his knees this time while letting him lean on us.

“We’ll go as slow as you need us to,” we said and used a generous amount of lube on our hand and on his hole.

He shivered, looking back at us with his pupils blown.

“Okay. Ah!”

He hadn’t seen us where we’d squeezed in between our bodies to sheathe his cock with our mouth. We did nothing more, knowing full well that he was likely to cum too quickly if we did, but the spike of pleasure running through him made it so we could push into him with a single finger with ease.

“We can never get enough of your taste,” we whispered into his ear while we tore open a condom and slowly rolled it over him. “We think we’re going to like this as well.”

“Are you…oh. Oh, right.”

Maneuvering him into position while stretching him wasn’t very hard. He followed every nudge and looked at us with big eyes when we opened our legs in front of him, bared ourself.

“We know it might be a lot to ask, but don’t try to do anything. Try to relax.”

“I—I—not sure if you’re aware, hive, but you’re not the most relaxing sight. Ah!”

He’d taken another finger easily, welcoming us into his body.

“Good,” we said from all our mouths.