Chapter 52
Killian didn’t open his eyes when he heard the bathroom door open, the familiar smell told him who it was.
He leaned back against Cyrus’ naked form, as the man easily stepped into the large shower behind him, and slid his hands over his chest. “How was the call?”
“Slight lecture, Mother’s excited for the babies, and we’ve been told to not come back.”
Killian frowned, turning in the man’s arms to look up at him with a brow raised. “Did it happen in that order, or…?”
Cyrus smirked. “In that order. Though the latter was less of a banishment from the family and more about staying away to keep us all safe.”
“Ah…I'm guessing it's a mix of who Ender is, and what you did to save me?”
“Yes, but enough about that…” The Fate leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Killian shuddered as the man’s hands trailed down his body, and he moaned into the Fate’s mouth when Cyrus wrapped a wet hand around his hardening cock. As Cyrus slipped his tongue into his mouth, he whimpered, thrusting into the Fate’s hand.
At the sound of a soft inhale, and the smell of someone else’s arousal, they both froze, their lips breaking apart as they looked toward the door of the bathroom. Ender stood there, fully clothed still, with his eyes locked on them, the man’s expression unreadable.
Killian hesitated, before slowly looking up at Cyrus, the question he couldn’t seem to voice out loud was clear in his eyes.
Cyrus smirked, and gave a barely noticeable nod, but it was enough to prod him on.
His gaze slipped back to Ender, who was still frozen in the doorway, and he crooked his finger at the Gorgon.
Ender’s heart thumped loudly in his ears as he tried to stop his eyes from tracing along all the hard and even soft curves of the two very naked Cryptids standing in his shower.
He had heard the noises as he entered his bedroom, and had known exactly what they had meant, yet…his ass still decided to peek. Though was it really peeking when you just stood in full fucking view in the doorway? Probably not.
Ugh—why had he decided to look?!
No, he knew why. Ender was very, very…horny. He had been since waking up next to them, but he’d completely ignored that fact, over the reality of the two men actually being there. And thankfully, his belly had pretty much hidden the issue until it had gone away.
Up until waking up that morning, Ender had actually begun to think that he wasn’t going to have to deal with that one pregnancy side effect that seemed to make him want sex most of the time, but apparently, there was just too much other shit going on for ‘it’ to pop up. But it had popped up now—fucking hell!
Ender’s eyes widened slightly when the two seemed to have a silent exchange, before Cyrus turned this annoying smirk his way, while Killian beckoned him forward with a finger. His cock, which had been fully erect since the first sound he’d heard, gave a hard jerk.
Ender licked his suddenly dry lips, really wanting to answer that call, yet, at the same time, run away. Because he really shouldn’t…
But also, what would the harm be?! It wasn’t like he could get pregnant again!? And sex wouldn’t harm the eggs.
He cleared his throat after a long moment of way too tense silence, the two men just staring at him, waiting.
“I'm not sure if you’ll still find me attractive right now.” He emphasized that point by running a hand over his pronounced baby bump.
“You are glowing,” Killian said with a soft chuckle.
Ender scoffed. “I can’t see my dick.”
The damn smirk on Cyrus’ face widened. “It’s fine, we can find it for you.”
“If we do this…it doesn’t mean anything,” he rasped.
“Of course, we’re just helping you relax,” Killian practically purred.
Ender…well, he could do with some relaxation.
After hesitating for a moment more, he kicked off his boots, tossed his hat aside, and tugged off his T-shirt, before shimming out of his pregnancy jeans and pulling off his socks.
Naked as the day he was born, Ender tried to not let the heated gazes traveling over him affect him as he strode into the bathroom.
Opening the shower door, the steam wafting out, he only made it a step inside before Killian dragged him forward.
The Siren’s cock rubbed against his baby bump as he drew him into a kiss, the man's hands running along his sides.
They stood out of the spray, but were kept warm by the steam.
He moaned, pressing back against Cyrus when the man slipped behind him, the Cryptid’s sud-covered hands roaming over him as well.
Ender broke the kiss on a gasp when the Fate wrapped a hand around his prick, and started to run it up and down his length.
His eyes fluttered closed on a shudder as Killian began to kiss along his jaw.
He stood there just letting himself feel the warmth of their bodies and touches, before deciding he wanted to taste the cocks he felt pressed against him.
Pulling from their holds, he kept his gaze on them as he tried to carefully drop to his knees, but Killian grabbed his shoulders, stopping him at the last second, as the Siren said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Ender snorted. “It’s fine! My eggies are well protected.”
He may need help getting up afterwards, but otherwise…it would be fine.
Tugging from the man’s hold, he got down on his knees and wrapped a hand around each of them as he did.
Ender jerked them both off slowly, pushing their foreskin up and teasing it with his thumb as he did, before leaning forward and flicking his tongue, first over Killian's slit, then moving to do the same to Cyrus’.
The two men groaned, each moving a bit closer to stand side by side, angling inward to make it easier for him.
They both were very different in coloring and size. Cyrus was thicker and longer, his cock having a dark brown-reddish head when revealed, while Killian's head was lighter pink. The Siren was smaller, even if still a decent length and thickness.
He hummed as he moved to take Killian into his mouth, jerking Cyrus off a bit faster as he did.
Killian groaned softly, before caressing his jaw, and murmuring, “You look pretty on your knees.”
He chuckled around the prick in his mouth, before taking him deeper.
Swallowing hard, he drew a gasp from the Siren’s mouth before pulling off and moving over to Cyrus.
He took the Fate into his mouth, bobbing up and down.
He tried to take the Cryptid as deep as he could go, but found he couldn’t take all of him with how big Cyrus was.
Ender alternated back and forth for a bit, enjoying the different tastes of both men, until Cyrus had the audacity to tug away from him.
He pouted, his mouth still around Killian, as he was denied what he wanted, before deciding he didn’t care when the Fate crouched behind him and spread his cheeks, burrowing his face right in.
He moaned around the Siren as Cyrus lapped up drops of slick that had dripped out of his hole, his cock spurting pre-cum when the Fate inserted his tongue inside.
“He tastes good, doesn’t he, Cyrus?” Killian purred.
Cyrus grunted, responding by seeming to try to dig deeper inside him with his tongue. Ender shuddered, swallowing hard as the cock jerked inside his mouth at the same time.
One of Killian’s hands slid through his hair, while the other rested around his throat as the Siren began to lightly pump his hips.
As the Cryptid let out a spine-tingling groan, he gagged a bit on the man’s cock, trying his best to relax his throat as much as he could while the man fucked his mouth.
It had been a long time since he last deepthroated.
Ender moaned around Killian’s thick length when Cyrus added a finger alongside his tongue; first one and then another. He gripped onto the Siren’s hips to stabilize himself as the Fate pulled back, lifted his hips a bit, and started to press inside.
Ender whined as the thick crown popped past the tight ring of his hole, Cyrus moaning low as he slid fully inside.
One of the man’s large hands gripped his hip, while the other smoothed over his baby bump.
As soon as Cyrus bottomed out, and started to pump his hips, Ender gave up trying to move on his own.
The sound of muffled moans mixed with gagging, and he held on tightly to Killian’s hips as the man fucked into mouth and down his throat, while Cyrus pumped into him from behind.
At first, they were out of sync, before eventually managing to match their thrusts, filling him from both ends at the same time.
As their speed increased, Ender’s cock bobbed up and down, splattering pre-cum upward on his rounded belly.
He let out a muffled cry when Cyrus changed his angle and began to pound into his prostate.
His spine started to tingle as his balls tightened and rolled in his sack, the moans of the two men inside him mixing with his own muffled ones, and the gagging noises he was making.
Breathing heavily through his nose, he lasted only a minute more before his orgasm slammed into him hard and fast, his prick shooting spurts of cum onto the tiles. Still mid-orgasm, he choked a bit as Killian shouted out his release and came down his throat.
Seconds passed, with both of them continuing to pound into him. Killian was already softening in his mouth when Cyrus finally came, the Fate growling low in his throat as the heat of his cum filled Ender’s insides.
The Siren slowed his hips first, the man shuddering as Ender lightly continued to suck before finally letting go of the man’s cock. Ender sagged back against Killian once Cyrus finally pulled out.
He had to draw in a few deep breaths of air, before managing to get out, with a raspy whine, “Help me up.”
He squeaked when Cyrus plucked him up off the floor as if he weighed nothing, flailing a bit before finding himself sitting on the man's lap on the bench in the shower, groaning under the spray of water hitting them.
“A bit of a warning next time would be nice!” he complained, glaring up at the man. “It's damn startling to be picked up like a child at my height.”
Killian giggled as he moved to stand beside them, running a hand through Ender’s long white hair. “Want us to wash you?”
“Obviously!” he hmphed. “Clean me!”
“Ahh,” Cyrus sighed. “So I’ve gone from having one demanding lover to two.”
“I am not demanding,” Killian said sweetly, though the Siren was obviously lying.
“I am. Now, get to it!” Ender grumbled, as he wrinkled his nose at the feeling of cum dripping out of his ass.