Chapter Eight
Trill
It took a little bit more time for Molun to get undressed, because he couldn’t fling everything off, and of course, Arvus hadn’t tried to do anything of the sort while he was carrying his partner.
There was still a trace of frustration on Molun’s face, like every time he was reminded of something he’d been able to do before but wasn’t able to do now, it pained him.
That was perfectly normal, Trill supposed. No one wanted to be restricted.
He saw that look on Yannoma’s face a lot, and he always did his best to make her forget it. He wanted to make Molun forget it now, as much as he could. So Trill stroked his cock and made happy noises of pleasure as he watched the two of them undress.
“You’re teases,” he told them.
Molun’s fingers faltered for a moment, and then he seemed to make the deliberate decision to slow down and do exactly that.
“What, you want us to strip off our clothes and leap on you?”
Trill hummed another happy noise. “Oh, so much.”
He’d never been with anyone who had so many layers to take off. Sure, he’d been with the well-to-do with their coats and vests and shirts, but Mage Warriors had leathers on their arms and shoulders that had to be removed, then a leather vest, then a padded tunic, and finally a shirt.
Molun tugged up his shirt a little to reveal a flash of toned skin. Trill made a sound of eagerness that was probably embarrassing, but he didn’t care, especially because it made Molun smile.
“Oh, you like that,” he said, his own hand brushing over his skin. “You want to touch?”
Trill nodded eagerly. Molun tugged the shirt a little bit higher, and then Arvus was there, sliding his hand over Molun’s skin, his eyes heated and warm, and Trill could see gratitude in them, not just lust.
“Maybe I want to touch. Maybe Trill needs to wait his turn.”
Molun leaned back against his partner, relaxing into him and letting his own hand fall away as Arvus took over, sliding over those inches of beautiful skin that had been revealed.
Trill made another needy, wanting noise as Arvus’s hand rose higher, and Molun shivered as Arvus pinched a nipple beneath the cloth. Trill rubbed over his own nipple and made another strained sound of want.
“Let’s get this off, baby.”
Molun raised his hands, letting Arvus pull the shirt off, nothing but eager want on his face now, none of the frustration from earlier.
“Lie down, baby,” Arvus whispered. “Trill’s going to make you feel good, isn’t he?”
Trill nodded. “So good. Promise.”
All three of them worked to get Molun arranged, with trailing fingers and soft caresses, with Arvus unfastening Molun’s trousers while Trill pulled off his boots. They touched and stroked and teased until the man was completely naked on the bed, his hard cock on display.
“Oil?” Trill asked.
He didn’t really need it, but he knew he was expected to need it; Yannoma had taught him the importance of matching people’s expectations and not doing anything unusual that could lead to suspicion. Trill wasn’t ever going to be exactly like other people, but he could do his best to blend in.
Arvus retrieved the oil from the bedside cabinet, and Trill held out his hand.
“I like to get myself ready. Is that all right?”
They both nodded, which Trill had expected once he’d stated a preference.
He was certain he’d like their fingers in him, but he needed to be the one to start, since they were too appealing for him not to have already started to get slick.
He poured oil onto his fingers and then plunged three fingers inside of himself, and an answering moan rose from the other two.
“I like a little bit of a burn,” he told them, thrusting and stretching with abandon, because he didn’t need that much preparation, and he wanted to set that expectation.
Molun swallowed audibly. “That’s so pretty.”
Trill beamed at him. He pulled out his fingers and moved to straddle Molun, who grabbed his hips.
“You sure?” he asked.
Trill smiled at him. “So sure. Would you be offended if I said this wasn’t the first time I’ve done this?”
This made the two of them snort with laughter.
“We would definitely not be offended by that. Come on, then.”
And Trill, who felt rather as though he’d been teased by these two men for days and days, sank right down on the man’s beautiful cock, letting the thick length slide into him.
“So good,” he moaned.
“Sooo good,” Molun echoed.
“It really is.”
Arvus’s voice was thick with desire. He might not be actively involved, but he still got to participate and get plenty of enjoyment out of what was happening.
Trill looked down at Molun, who was stretched out naked beneath him. He was so pretty, and Trill couldn’t help but reach out and run his hands over the man’s lightly furred chest.
“You’re beautiful,” Trill told him.
Molun smiled, but that shadow had grown in his eyes again. “Good thing you’re facing this direction.”
Trill gave him a stern glare, lifted a leg and spun himself around so that he was riding the man in reverse.
All without losing his cock, because he was definitely not going to do that anytime soon.
Trill, grateful for his flexibility, bent himself nearly in half so he could press kisses to the scarred flesh of Molun’s left leg. He felt Molun suck in a shaky breath.
“Beautiful,” Trill repeated between kisses. “Beautiful. Beautiful.”
He didn’t care about scarring—except for wanting to fix it if it hurt, of course.
He could get rid of it, usually, if he healed someone enough, but that wasn’t something he could do and not get noticed.
Trill reminded himself that he was still not supposed to get noticed.
And this was a big wound, the scars starting to fade but still thick and discolored enough that it was clear they were relatively recent.
It would have been easier to heal when it had just happened, though it would have taken a lot of energy.
Now, it would need to be done in pieces, coaxing the body and reminding it how it used to be.
Trill wanted to help because Molun was in pain and because he would feel better, not because he didn’t like him as he was.
Arvus crouched down by the side of the bed and joined Trill, pressing more kisses to Molun’s leg—and then pressing kisses to Trill’s face when they encountered one another, his mouth hungry.
Trill hadn’t really been in any doubt, but it was very clear who liked to take charge here. Trill liked everything about it.
Molun made a desperate sound. “That’s so hot, come on, no fair, come back here.”
Trill spun back to the front, making Molun moan again, before he leaned down and kissed him.
Molun licked into his mouth eagerly. They’d both tasted a little like the ale they’d drunk.
There was the tang of the salt that Trill had licked off Molun’s skin, something wet and…
something Trill couldn’t really describe, a buzz of energy that almost had a taste, fresh and…
natural, which he was guessing was part of being a Mage, part of the elements they could control.
(He’d never to his knowledge had sex with a Mage Warrior before.
Yannoma would probably tell him that was because he wasn’t always stupid.)
Not everyone liked to kiss. Some people just liked to fuck, and that was fine—Trill enjoyed fucking.
Some people kissed only as a way to get to the fucking, and that was all right, too.
But Trill had always liked all of it. As long as everyone was enjoying themselves and no one was in pain, he tended at all times to simply want more. Want everything.
He liked the way Molun kissed, and he liked that Arvus was sliding his hands along Trill’s back, stroking and caressing so he was involved, too, even if he wasn’t inside either one of them right now.
Yes, Trill liked these two a lot.
Then Molun flexed his hips, and Trill pulled out of the kiss. “Are you getting impatient?”
Molun grinned at him. “You did promise me a ride, didn’t you?”
Trill grinned. “I sure did.”
It felt like days and days of teasing, so Trill didn’t waste any time, he just pulled nearly off the man’s cock and then slid home again.
He made sure to keep a sharp watch on Molun’s face to make sure he wasn’t causing him any pain.
But Molun made a delicious groan of sound, so Trill did it again, sliding a little harder.
He tilted his pelvis until he had the right angle for Molun to hit exactly where Trill needed.
Pleasure crackled up his spine and danced between the three of them.
He tried to concentrate on his own pleasure, because he was allowed to have that; it was already his.
It was hard to ignore the other, but he’d gotten good at observing it.
He would keep doing that, simply watch how wonderful the two of them were, as Trill pulled them all towards climax.
It was beautiful, having Molun brush against his pleasure spot over and over and over again—but Trill was definitely not going to let himself come until Molun came first. He could tell that Arvus was not nearly as close, and although it would have been an easy matter to give him a nudge, he restrained himself.
He wasn’t messing with the energy of any Mage Warriors.
He was keeping his energy to himself, and he was leaving them with their energy.
(All right, and nudging a bit into Molun to heal him, but that was different.)
Molun’s hands were digging into Trill’s hips, and Trill was bouncing with abandon, loving every sound that he could draw out of Molun’s lips. (They’d started as words, and he was very proud that they weren’t discernible words anymore.)
Molun’s hips bucked, and his back arched, and with a soundless cry, he threw back his head and came, pulsing inside of Trill, flooding him with come, a wave of such satisfied pleasure coming off him that Trill actually faltered slightly and barely managed not to suck it all in.