Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
Rus let them dwell in their confusion, practically groaning as he went to answer them. “Rus is short for Icarus.”
“Who?” Dylan quirked a brow.
“The sun god, I think,” Kaiden replied. “Right?”
“That’s Apollo, which I would’ve preferred,” Rus sighed. “My folks have a big obsession with Greek mythology and tragic figures.”
Rus explained a summed-up story of Icarus, who flew too close to the sun, lost his wings in the process, plummeted into the sea, and drowned. A tale of foolhardy arrogance met with a swift demise.
“And your parents thought that was a good name?”
“A cautionary tale, for sure.” Rus shrugged. “You should hear what they named my siblings.”
Dylan and Kaiden both stared quizzically.
“No, we’re not doing a full-blown roster on my siblings and which mythical metaphor their name is a moral for.”
“Amoral or a moral?” Kaiden asked, teasingly.
The coy grin on his face gave him away, and Rus almost immediately regretted divulging that piece of himself.
“Okay, so what are we doing?” Dylan asked, nudging Kaiden playfully. “You had something else you wanted to talk about, aside from a name that we shall never speak aloud.”
“Well, I was thinking we could have a little fun tonight,” Rus said a bit sheepishly.
This was why he leaned into the truth behind his name.
Despite how difficult that was for him, Rus found it far easier than what he intended to bring up tonight.
Rus had found himself becoming more and more curious sexually speaking.
Normally, he dove right into his curiosities, eager to explore something new, but when it came to bottoming, he didn’t know where to begin.
It didn’t help that Kaiden and Dylan eyed him. Speaking the words aloud to one guy was hard enough, but to say it in front of both the men he cared for made his face flush.
“I’ve been thinking about exploring… Well, you know.” Rus gestured wildly, in the most non-descriptive manner that certainly implied no one would ‘you know’ what he meant.
That much was made clear by Kaiden’s dumbfounded expression as his eyes followed Rus’ hands. However, Dylan merely cocked his head, seemingly studying Rus’ scrunched face, which in turn made Rus blush more.
“Oh.” Dylan perked up. “So when you said you wanted to be more open, you meant you wanted to be opened up?”
Rus coughed. “I wouldn’t exactly phrase it that way.”
“I would,” Dylan teased.
“Keep it up, and you won’t be opening anything.”
Dylan mimed as if to zip his lips.
“Wait, are we talking about…” Kaiden asked with his jaw falling a bit slack. “I fucking knew it.”
“Did you now?” Dylan asked, gripping Kaiden’s knee to steady himself. His demeanor shifted from his aloof minxy face into something calmer, more reserved, then he turned his gaze back to Rus. “And what did you have in mind?”
“I thought we could…” Rus shrugged, looking away from Dylan nervously. “I mean, I did sort of get ready before coming over. You know, just in case…”
Dylan’s piercing gaze seemed to lay claim on Rus, making him shudder and quake and eagerly steal a glance of eye contact. When their eyes met, Dylan rushed him, and their lips collided.
Soon, the three of them were enmeshed on the couch, kissing and touching and teasing each other. Rus found himself sinking into the couch cushions, ready to submit right then and there, but Kaiden had other plans.
“Come on.” He pulled Rus up to his feet, kissing him all the way.
They took a few awkward steps; arms tangled around each other and lips pressed roughly against one another.
Rus panted, teeth biting Kaiden and hands clawing at the lacy strings of his corset vest.
There was a silent pause between them. Kaiden had this look of hesitation.
Rus immediately stopped, realizing he’d gone too far, stripping away the layers of comfort Kaiden still clung to, but after a few breaths, Kaiden gave Rus a light peck and reached his arms behind his back to untangle a few of the strings.
Dylan swooped in from the side, one hand pressed between Rus’ shoulder blades and another behind Kaiden’s back. While Rus couldn’t see Dylan work from this angle, he knew he had untied the rest of Kaiden’s strings.
Rus kissed Kaiden, falling back into their passionate moment without missing a second, and Dylan moved his lips to Rus’ neck, licking and biting and teasing with every breath.
Their bodies stumbled around the living room, at some point finding their way into the kitchen, but no one stopped for a moment.
No one considered hitting pause long enough to make the simple walk to Kaiden’s bedroom.
It was so much more fun kissing their way there, even if it turned into a much longer journey.
Rus yanked the dangling strings and then pushed at the small of Kaiden’s back, forcing him to follow toward the bedroom. Each backward step was more work for Rus, but he allowed Dylan’s guiding caress to lead him with certainty.
Once they’d made their way into the room, Dylan gripped Rus by the shoulders and turned him away from Kaiden’s sweet kisses.
There was a small yearning to continue kissing, to keep in this comfortable space leading up to what he desired.
Dylan steadied his grip, squeezing Rus’ shoulders tightly. “You sure about this?”
“Yeah.” Rus nodded, a bit anxious, but enthralled all the same.
Without any forewarning, Dylan shoved Rus back onto the bed. Rus bounced on the mattress a bit and sat up on his elbows while his legs hung over the edge of the bed.
“You look beautiful.” Dylan stared down at Rus, then stepped closer and stood between Rus’ spread legs.
Dylan’s knees bumped against the edge of the bed. It unsettled Rus in the most intoxicating way, waiting for what came next. Anticipation met with exhilaration. Dylan stood there silently, slowly unfastening his belt.
Rus reached out with an arm, running his fingers over the hairs of Dylan’s exposed stomach up to the frayed edges of Dylan’s crop top. As he leaned forward more, ready to help undress Dylan, Kaiden pushed Rus back and waggled a finger.
“Be patient,” Kaiden teased, brushing his hand under Dylan’s shirt and caressing his chest beneath the fabric.
A taunting action made all the more enticing to Rus when they kissed in front of him. With their lips locked, they went to work, slowly undressing. They barely paused between sweet kisses as they stripped off layer after layer of their outfits, eventually standing naked before Rus.
“I suddenly feel overdressed.” Rus grinned, reaching to unbutton his jeans.
He was met with a quick swat from Kaiden’s hand before he dropped to his knees and went to work unfastening and unzipping the jeans with his teeth.
A provocative and hot action to watch, one Rus barely had time to register as Dylan slid Rus’ hoodie over his head. It got tangled around his neck and covered his face. Something that seemed intentional the longer it remained, and the more Dylan’s lips brushed along Rus’ body.
Gentle kisses teased his skin. Each peck was deliberate and seemed to outline one of Rus’ tattoos. First, Dylan kissed his neck, then his chest, ribcage, arms, and even thighs. But those kisses below his waist might’ve come from Kaiden.
With a quick motion, they both tugged Rus’ jeans and boxers down to his knees. They inched them down slowly as they reached the edge of the bed, where his legs hung off, and pulled his slacks off entirely in a swift motion.
Now, Rus lay on the bed completely naked with his hoodie bunched over his face.
“Oh, fuck,” Rus said with a muffled groan when someone licked his shaft.
Dylan lifted the hoodie so Rus could breathe, but immediately pinned his thighs over Rus’ shoulders, straddling his chest. It weighed heavily on him.
“Open,” Dylan demanded, pushing the head of his cock into Rus’ mouth.
Obediently, he took the dick, gurgling as he went to work sucking Dylan off from this angle. Despite the pleasure he got from Kaiden deep throating him and the comfort he got from lying down, Rus struggled to take in Dylan’s cock.
“That’s it, baby.” Dylan ran his fingers through Rus’ curls, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking his head back and forth.
Rus choked, bobbing up and down Dylan’s dick, taking in inch after inch. The thicker cock proved hard to wrap his mouth around, but Dylan’s assertiveness didn’t relent.
Unable to hold his neck in this position, Rus pulled back just enough to ease the tension.
Dylan seemed to understand, lightly caressing Rus’ face as he adjusted his placement.
After a moment, Dylan started pumping his hips and pushing his cock back into Rus’ mouth, deeper and deeper with each thrust.
His balls slapped Rus’ chin. The head of his dick pressed against the roof of Rus’ mouth, pushing further back with each pump. Rus’ throat constricted around Dylan’s cock, barely able to handle the girth wedging its way deeper and deeper.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Dylan bucked harder, faster. “To feel this inside you. To buckle under the command of my strokes.”
Rus gurgled, hands pressed to Dylan’s thighs to ease the brutal pumps into his throat. As he gagged and gasped to choke in a few breaths, Rus slowly guided his hands to Dylan’s sides, cupping his ass and encouraging the rough thrusts.
Just as Rus believed he couldn’t handle it any further, the face fucking eased. He prepared to quite literally tap out, informing Dylan he needed a break, but it seemed Dylan had other plans.
He hadn’t climaxed, Rus didn’t expect him to finish in his mouth, but a nervous part of him would’ve been okay to put off his curiosities a bit longer.
As Dylan slid off Rus, he retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand. Rus sat up, wiping drool from his chin and moaning a bit as Kaiden continued sucking him off.
“I gotta be real,” Rus panted, lost in the pleasure of his blowjob. “I don’t know if my ass can handle that level of enthusiasm.”
“Don’t worry.” Dylan sat upright at the head of the bed, back pressed to the wall. “We’re going to start at your pace.”