Chapter Eleven
Trill
Arvus smiled and leaned down to lick up the piece on Molun’s belly button, thrusting his tongue in the little gap and making really quite exhaustively sure that Molun was clean. Molun’s hands were clenched into fists on the rug, his cock straining.
Trill and Arvus kept taking turns, and by easy accord, they left the best piece for last, until Molun was a moaning mess, and Arvus finally leaned down to eat the bit of pie that was waiting by Molun’s balls while Trill put his hand on either thigh and sucked Molun’s cock into his mouth.
He made sure to push some energy into the injured leg.
He could feel the ropy scar tissues beneath his fingers.
He was so glad Molun was here with them now.
Since he’d teased so much before, Trill swallowed Molun all the way down, the taste of pie still lingering in his mouth as it mixed with the salty tang of Molun’s pre-come and the beautiful heat of the man.
Molun made a strangled sound, which increased as Arvus continued to lick his balls.
Then Arvus pressed a kiss to the side of Trill’s mouth, a moment where they were both kissing and sucking cock, and then Molun’s hips rocked, like he couldn’t help himself.
Arvus pulled back and made a clucking sound.
“Uh, uh, uh, I believe you said that Trill could have you for dessert. What do you think you’re doing?”
Molun whined a protest as Arvus held down his hips, fingers strong but gentle. He smiled at Trill.
“It’s your turn.”
Trill pulled off enough to smile his thanks and then dove back in again.
He very much enjoyed someone fucking his face, but it was also nice to be the one in control, deciding when to move and how to pleasure your partner.
Trill pulled off to breathe and lick around the head of Molun’s cock, and then he slid down once again.
Molun was panting and moaning, and it wasn’t long before he let out a cry, unable to thrust forward thanks to Arvus’s hands on his hips, but he twitched, and Trill could see the aborted movement even as he came shooting down Trill’s throat.
Trill swallowed happily, enjoying the strong, slightly bitter taste before he finally released his mouthful.
“Now,” Arvus said, “who wants my cock?”
They both raised their hands, and Arvus laughed. “Well, only one of you has had an orgasm so far…”
Molun pouted.
Trill suggested, “What if one of us gets you in our mouth for a few minutes and then you fuck the other one?”
“Oil is too far away,” Molun said, like this was an insurmountable problem.
Trill was proud of how relaxed and spent the man looked.
He scrambled to his feet. “I’ll get the oil.” He pointed at Arvus. “I think you want to fuck his face.”
Trill dashed into the bedroom, grabbed the oil, and then raced back because he didn’t want to miss anything. Arvus had straddled Molun’s chest and was feeding him his cock. Trill stood there and admired the sight for a minute.
Then Arvus’s eyes met his. “You better get ready for your turn.”
Trill had almost forgotten. He got a foot up on one of the armchairs so he could still keep an eye on what they were doing as well as give Arvus a show, stretching himself open while Arvus cut his gaze between Molun’s pretty face and Trill.
Arvus finally pulled out of Molun’s mouth.
Molun’s cheeks were pink, and he was panting, spit gathering at the corners of his mouth.
Arvus leaned down to kiss him, and Molun made a happy noise, returning the kiss hungrily.
Trill watched avidly, impressed by just how much desire and arousal these two generated.
He could feed forever off the two of them, he was sure of it.
But instead, he kept a tight lid on his own need and enjoyed feeling all that arousal without consuming it. Really, it was a pleasure of its own.
“Why don’t you lean over this chair so that Molun can see what we’re doing?”
Trill made sure to be very vocal in his appreciation as Arvus pushed into him and fucked him hard. He seemed to have taken Trill at his word that he didn’t mind a little bit of burn, and that was exactly what Trill wanted. He loved being filled all the way up and not treated like he was fragile.
“You can come without me touching your cock, can’t you,” Arvus said.
It wasn’t a question.
Trill canted his hips and shot his best coy look over his shoulder. “If you make it feel good enough.”
Molun crowed with laughter, the grip on Trill’s hips increased, and the speed of those thrusts increased, too. Trill had to brace himself more firmly, or he was going to wind up face first in the cushion of the chair. (Though that could be fun, too.)
Arvus figured out the exact right angle, and he hammered Trill mercilessly until with a cry, Trill was coming, and a moment later, Arvus was shouting his own release, burying himself in Trill, like he’d just been waiting on Trill to come.
He lay draped over the chair, panting, as Arvus pulled carefully out of him.
No matter how forceful he was when he fucked, Trill had noticed that he was always gentle when he pulled out.
Most people were sensitive at that point.
It made for a nice change from the house of pleasure, where some people seemed to feel that once they’d come, they didn’t have to be courteous at all.
They’d get kicked out if they were too rough, but some of them seemed to know exactly how to skirt the line and just not be nice.
Trill lay there and luxuriated in the feeling of being very well fucked while Arvus scooped Molun up from the floor, his arms, ass, and legs flexing—oh, that was pretty!
—and carried him to bed. By the time he came back out to the sitting room, Trill was already on his feet and wiping at the robe, which had wound up with a bit more apple pie on it than he’d realized, as well as come.
“I’m sorry about the robe, I—oh!”
Trill hadn’t been expecting to be swept into Arvus’s arms, and it made him laugh. He didn’t have a bad leg, but it was a novel experience, being carried. He liked the look in Molun’s eyes when Arvus carried a still-giggling Trill into the bedroom. He made grabby hands.
“Want to cuddle. C’mere.”
Trill was certain that in all the years he’d been having quite a lot of sex he’d never encountered two people as awesome as Molun and Arvus.
He wound up cuddled once again between the two of them. Trill patted Arvus where he was tucked up against Trill’s back.
“Don’t you ever want to be in the middle? I give pretty good cuddles, too. Promise.”
“I will keep that in mind,” Arvus said, pressing a kiss to Trill’s neck. “Go to sleep.”
Trill pressed a kiss to Molun’s chest and sent another tendril of energy into his leg.
This was everything he wanted for him and for Molun. Maybe he was going to be able to figure this out and wasn’t going to have to confess to Yannoma that he’d done a completely stupid thing. (He wasn’t holding his breath, mind, but it was possible!)
He had even more ideas for sex this time, and he fell asleep dreaming about them.
The morning started much the way the previous one had, but this time, it was hands wrapped around his cock and another thrusting against his ass.
“In me,” he mumbled, still half asleep. “Better.”
There was the fumbling for oil that he barely managed not to tell them wasn’t necessary, and then fingers followed by a big cock, and Trill sighed with happiness as Arvus filled him up again.
“Me next,” Molun said.
“My cock or his ass?” Arvus asked.
Molun laughed. “Both. Either. His ass might be more useful than your cock, if you keep that up.”
Trill managed to reach a hand back and touch flesh.
“Keep that up,” he encouraged. “Really good.”
Arvus rumbled out another laugh and did as instructed, fucking into Trill until he brought both of them off.
Then he helped Trill roll around in the bed so that his back was to Molun now, and Molun could thrust into him.
It didn’t take him long to come, but he’d had something very inspiring to watch.
“That’s a very nice way to wake up,” Arvus observed.
Molun and Trill both made sounds of agreement.
“But we do need to get up,” Arvus said, “or we’ll be late.”
Molun buried his face in Trill’s shoulder blade. “Five more minutes.”
“Molun,” Arvus said warningly.
“Pretty please?”
Trill giggled, because he could actually see the way that Arvus was melting.
“Five more,” Arvus said with a stern glance that Molun wasn’t seeing because he was happily pressed against Trill’s skin.
Trill watched as Arvus headed into the water closet to get cleaned up. Molun pressed a couple kisses to Trill’s skin, which he took to mean they were close enough to all of them together that this was acceptable.
“How are you feeling this morning?” Trill asked.
“Sleeping,” Molun grumbled.
Trill huffed a laugh. “Oh, sorry, go ahead.”
Molun slung an arm over Trill’s waist and happily snuggled further against him, like he actually thought he could get five more minutes of quality sleep while they were lying here. (It was clear Trill wasn’t moving until Molun did; he was being used as a full-body pillow.)
Arvus did return, though Trill was pretty sure it was at least seven minutes, maybe eight, and although Molun grumbled again, he did allow himself to be chivvied out of bed. It was really very adorable to watch. Then Molun turned back to look at him.
“Wait, why are you still in bed?”
“Because we can’t get ready together, and you got out of bed first?”
Molun pouted. “Not fair!”
Trill watched as Molun finally went to relieve himself, and then he watched Arvus get dressed, because that was always enjoyable.
“They haven’t delivered your clothes yet,” Arvus told him. “But you could wear these for the moment. They’re Molun’s.”
While slightly better than Arvus’s, these clothes definitely did not fit Trill like a glove. But he gamely pulled them on, and when Molun emerged from the water closet, he grinned and came over to Trill to press a kiss to his lips.