Final Trial 1.06 – Multi-Subject Study
Title: Sixty-Nine and Divine
Observational Impact of Performative Head
Luckily, all their mates haven’t made their way to the living space yet.
Probably because Nix had sabotaged the wine cellar door thirty minutes ago, right before Gideon and Grayson had gone in to choose some wine for later. That took care of Jamie and Leo, too, who would no doubt be standing outside trying to figure out the time lock.
Rowan and Finn were on a call with Rowan’s mom in the library. Something else arranged by Luca and Nix to slow everyone down.
It’s so nice to have in-laws who weren’t trying to kill you.
“We lucked out with Rowan’s mom, too, eh?” Luca says as they push the “sex” ottoman in front of the couch. They’d had to put it against the wall to stop crazy climbers from using it to launch their tiny, breakable bodies onto the couch and Nix into a premature heart attack.
“I was just thinking that!”
“Omg. Maybe we are forging that mental link. Here, try to get this.” Luca squints, and it doesn’t take telepathy for Nix to know he’s thinking about fucking.
“You want to…cuddle.”
“Yes! Only less fluffy, more fucking. We will totally get this thing in no time.”
“Sure thing,” he chuckles.
Just as the clock rolls over to 7:20 PM and the wine cellar is five minutes from unlocking, Nix finds his phone in the couch cushions. “Hey, there you are. Convenient!”
Luca rolls his eyes. “You are going to be in trouble if you don’t keep better track of that. You have been warned.”
Nix cackles and winks. “I sure have. Now come here, we need bait.”
“Ooooh, do I get to be bait?” Luca claps.
“Here, I have an idea. On your back, baby. Fu-dge, you are so hot. On your back. Open your legs, yeah, now…be still,” Nix commands, and Luca moans.
He leans in so he can take the edge of the sheer black stocking on the inside of Luc’s thigh in his teeth. He snaps a few photos, and they choose a single photo to send to the group chat.
They decide on a photo showing Nix’s red lips and fangs stuck in the silk of the stocking and almost piercing the soft, golden skin of Luca’s thigh. The photo highlights a few of Luca’s mating bites, and the head of his dick, held tight by the sheer thong.
Nix thinks they should enlarge it for their nest room wall.
“This is so fudging hot.” He climbs on the ottoman and puts Luca between his legs so they can both see the phone while he types.
7:24 PM Nixie
We need your help with something in the living room
Hurry
Five seconds later, the wine cellar beeps open, and there is a cacophony of fucks and holy shits, followed by thunder on the stairs and Rowan blowing around the corner of the library in a blast of spiced rum.
He must have left Finn to say his goodbyes to his own mother.
Grayson arrives first, and it’s no surprise, given his new skill set, but Jamie isn’t far behind. Gideon and Leo bring up the rear. They’re all frozen in the door to the kitchen from the cellar until Gideon just pushes them out of the way.
“For fuck’s sake, move. What can possibly—Oh, kittens,” he purrs, running his hands down over his t-shirt and realizing it’s not his usual Sunday night uniform with a frown.
Jay grabs his arm before he can go to the main floor laundry looking for that T-shirt. “No, Gid. I have seen enough of you in that thing. Not now.”
“I concur,” Finn says, arriving from the library. “Fuck you, Rowan, for leaving me with your mom after that.”
Rowan hasn’t said a word—still frozen and probably wrangling his wolf.
Leo rubs his hands together, though, ever the optimist. “This is a pleasant surprise! What can we do to help with…uh…whatever it is you’re doing…”
“Shhh,” Gideon says and moves to the couch. He’s smart enough to know this is a show, and maybe—if he’s lucky—he’ll get to do more than watch.
“Find a seat. Nix and I have a problem, and we need help solving it. Do you think you could?” Luca gets to his knees on the ottoman, making sure to stick his juicy bum out toward the eager audience.
Finn has taken his usual spot at the end of the couch—he says it gives him the best views of everyone. Jamie sits next to Gideon and drags Leo down beside him. Grayson sits at the opposite end of the large curved sectional from Finn and palms his dick through his sweats, without blinking.
Rowan finally joins them but sits on the floor on the opposite side of the ottoman, facing the couch. It gives him a level view, and it’s much closer than the couch would allow.
“So beautiful. Both of you,” Jamie says, and rubs his hand around the back of his neck. It’s a sure sign that he’s nervous or guilty, but he still doesn’t speak up.
Nix bites his lip. “Oh, thank you,” he says sweetly. “Luc and I wondered which one of us gives the best blowjobs, and we figured out a way to be sure.”
“I can assure you that you both–”
“Quiet, Jamie.”
It stops him in his tracks.
Nix might feel bad if their alpha hadn’t had time to come clean anytime in the past six hours.
“As I was saying: blowjobs.”
“Yes, it’s quite a big deal to me–us,” Luca chimes in. “Giving our mates pleasure is such an important part of who we are, and if we weren’t…” He trails away, and Nix slides a hand up the inside of Luca’s thigh.
There is not one man who isn’t holding his breath.
“If we weren’t doing a good job…well. That would be terrible. No one wants to think they’re lacking. Right?”
So many bobbing heads.
Finn freezes, eyes wide, realization dawning.
But when Nix catches his gaze with a raised eyebrow, he clamps his mouth shut and throws his head back resignedly on the couch. “Shit.”
“So…we’re going to give blowjobs and see who’s best,” Luca says.
“Now?” Rowan growls.
“Of course, silly. That’s why we called you here.”
“I fucking love Sundays,” Grayson murmurs.
“It’s Saturday, you idiot. Think,” Finn states.
“Who fucking cares?”
“Are you ready?” Nix whispers as he runs his hands up over the curve of his belly.
There’s a chorus of enthusiastic yeses.
“Okay. Lie back, baby,” he instructs Luca, but he doesn’t remove his eyes from his mates while he lets that sink in.
“Do you want me to be on top or…?” Luca asks, even though they had already decided Nix would take the top spot.
There’s a second while it all sinks in.
Their handsome faces are covered with a wave of confused surprise, and then, it’s Leo who is brave stupid enough to clarify. “Wait, you mean each other? What about us?”
“You’re an idiot. They know. I told you all we would be dead if they found out.”
“And yet, you said thank you in your text, Finn Merritt.” Nix points a finger at the blushing doctor.
Jamie starts to apologize, while Gideon howls with laughter. “Kittens, this is going to be so much fun.”
“It’s going to hurt a little bit, Sugar—because you were mean for not telling me right away.”
“Bring it. You know I like whatever you do.”
“You’re not supposed to enjoy it, Gideon,” Nix insists.
“Then you should be wearing a lot more clothes and not smell so temptingly like my favorite dessert.”
“Right? Fuck,” Grayson whispers. He just leans back and undoes his pants, already sliding a large hand inside.
Leo rubs his hands together again. “So I’m not getting a blow job, but I do get to watch you sixty-nine?”
“Well, when you put it like that…” Rowan joins in, opening his pants. “Win-win.”
Nix thinks about packing up his toys and going home when Luca flicks his nipple through his tank.
“I’m still doing this, baby. I have been thinking about drowning in your slick all fucking day. Now on top.”
Luca is right, this can just be about him and Luca. Laughing, he pushes Luca down so he can sit down over Luca’s face. “You want my dick out too, or…cuz I can come either way.”
“Baby boy, fuck.” Jamie sounds tortured. It gives him an idea.
“Get your dicks out.”
Nix decides in that minute to forgo his dirty language moratorium because if he can’t win entirely, he’s going to make them at least work for it. “No one comes until Luc and I do.”
There is a feast of hard dicks on display, and as Finn goes for his, Luca ups the ante. “No touching, either.”
“What?! Oh, no,” Leo whines.
Luca nods and crosses his arms. “Oh, yes. You offered to shower with us twice, Costas. And Rowan, you might not get to come at all. You were mean to me, made me doubt myself, and you shouldn’t profit from that.”
“You tell him, Honey,” Gideon offers. He’s rock hard, but his palms are on his thick thighs in anticipation.
Rowan looks like he might cry. Good.
Nix feels much better already, and he hasn’t even had Luca’s perfect little dick in his mouth.
“Can I suck you now, Luc? How much do you like these panties?” He asks, before just ripping them off and tossing them on top of Jamie’s head.
Luca doesn’t answer with words—he just tears open Nix’s easy-access panties and buries his face between his cheeks.
His tongue drags a slow, greedy stripe from hole to tailbone, and Nix moans, spine bowing like a bowstring.
Fuck, he’s been wound tight all day, and Luca’s filthy mouth is exactly the release he needed.
“Goddess, you’re so sweet, Nixie,” Luca murmurs into his hole, voice rough with arousal. “Like candy.”
Across the room, Grayson whimpers, sparks fizzing off his fingers before he clenches them into fists, struggling to get control. Nix hears Luca giggle, and the vibration against his rim makes him gasp.
He needs to thank him.
To reward him, Nix takes Luca all the way in. He’s a perfect mouthful—a novelty when there are so many monster dicks to suck. He hums with pleasure, and Luca bucks up. He hopes Luca can hang on for a bit.
He pulls off with a slick pop, licks the drooling head, then slides back down with a purr. “Mmm. Such a pretty little dick, baby,” he whispers against the base. “Fits just right. Feels made for my mouth.”
He looks up under his lashes and makes eye contact with Jamie, and then taps the head of Luca’s cock on his tongue, slurping it in loudly.