Chapter Thirty-Eight #3
Trill was soon stretched out on the bed on his back, hands raised to the headboard where he was admonished to keep them.
Molun and Arvus each took the part of his body closer to them and proceeded to kiss, lick, nibble, and stroke every inch of skin.
Trill writhed and moaned, trying to get them to deepen the contact, but they kept it teasingly light, continually avoiding his straining cock.
Trill begged, but this just led to soft kisses on his inner thighs, a nip at the flesh of his calf, a caress down his arm.
“Please, please, please!” Trill cried.
Molun scratched his nails gently along the sole of Trill’s foot, and Trill nearly catapulted off the bed, his cock jumping.
The sole of his foot? Really?
The arousal was so thick in the air that it felt like a meal that would last him forever. He wasn’t sure how he could feel so fed and so desperate at the same time. But he needed these two wonderful, wonderful men so much. They were everything Trill had ever wanted and thought he couldn’t have.
Arvus manhandled him over onto his stomach, Trill too lost in sensation to be much help, but he let out a needy sound as they started their touches again at his feet and worked their way back up the back of his body—once again skipping the really needy area there.
With one notable exception, his body was limp like a noodle, heat pooling everywhere, arousal caressing every inch of him. His tongue was thick in his mouth, but he managed to slur out, “You’re evil.”
They both chuckled, the sound soothing something deep inside Trill even as it did absolutely nothing to alleviate his growing need.
Trill nearly sobbed with relief when they began to prep him, thick fingers pumping inside him. He couldn’t quite tell, but he thought it was both their fingers that were stretching him—another tease, because they knew he didn’t need this much prep.
He tried to push back onto their fingers.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Molun said in a sing-song voice, a hand clamping down on Trill’s hips. “Arvus is in charge, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” Trill whined.
He knew they’d made it good for him, he just wanted it all now.
“So what are we going to do next?” Molun asked.
“I think, baby,” Arvus said in his slow, measured voice, like Trill wasn’t nearly vibrating out of his skin, “that you should fuck Trill.”
Yes!
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Molun agreed.
He wasn’t quite as good at sounding completely unmoved by everything they’d been doing. There was a thread of excitement and need in his voice that sang to Trill.
“And I think I should fuck you,” Arvus continued.
“Ooh,” Molun said happily, “an even more excellent idea. Are you going to fuck me into Trill?”
“I sure am, baby. What do you think, honey?” Arvus asked. “How does that sound?”
Trill struggled to make his tongue work. “Yes. Please. Now!”
There was a thread of amusement in Arvus’s voice. “Oh, I don’t know about now. I have to get Molun ready, don’t I? I don’t want to hurt him.”
Trill made a weird, shrill sound that he wasn’t sure had ever come out of his mouth before. Of course they didn’t want to hurt Molun, but that meant they were going to make Trill wait, didn’t it?
That was exactly what they did, with Trill being pushed closer and closer to the edge as he listened to the slick sounds of Arvus prepping Molun. He squirmed, but he knew better than to reach for his own cock. He knew that if he could wait, it would be so worth it.
But it was really hard to wait.
He loved every second of it.
And then finally, finally, they got Trill onto his knees, his upper body draped on the bed, and Molun was pushing into Trill and then moaning as Arvus pushed into him.
“How’s that feel?” Molun asked.
“So good,” Trill managed to gasp out. “So, so good.”
The arousal leaped even higher with each moment of penetration, and the fierce connection delighted Trill.
“Arvus always takes care of us, doesn’t he?” Molun said, making a happy groan of sound as Arvus drove him forward.
“He does,” Trill agreed, whimpering as one of Molun’s hands sneaked around him to wrap around his cock. “You both do.”
Arvus chuckled, making them both groan. “And you both take care of me. We work very well together.”
“So well,” Trill said breathlessly, drawing in the sweet arousal, part of him still not totally able to believe that he was allowed to do this.
Not only did Molun and Arvus know he was feeding on them and were all right with it, but theoretically, everyone knew, or would soon.
(And all right, they probably wouldn’t all be all right with it, but legally it wouldn’t be a crime as long as everyone consented and no one was harmed.)
“The best,” Molun agreed, sounding very satisfied.
Trill let out a deep groan of satisfaction as Molun drove into him again, the sounds Molun making indicating that Arvus was being his usual masterful self. Heat and arousal suffused every part of Trill, from his head to his feet. Molun’s hand continued to stroke him.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” Arvus said.
Trill wasn’t sure which one of them he was talking to—but maybe it didn’t matter, because they both said, “Yes.”
Arvus’s rhythm redoubled, and it only took a handful more thrusts before Trill was overcome with pleasure, crying out as he came, tightening on Molun’s cock, which made him come, too.
He rode out the wave of pleasure listening to Arvus take a few more thrusts and then bury himself in Molun as he came as well.
The influx of satisfaction on top of all the satisfaction Trill was already feeling left him a sated, boneless pile of pleasure.
Molun pulled out even as it sounded like Arvus was pulling out of him. Trill made a sound of protest, and then there were fingers pressing back inside of him, filling him up.
He let out a contented sound. A kiss was pressed to his temple.
“We’ve got you,” Molun said. “Arvus is doing cleanup because he’s the best.”
He really was.
A moment later, there was a warm cloth, carefully stroking over Molun’s and Trill’s skin. And then they were being rearranged for sleep, Trill wrapped in Molun’s arms and Molun wrapped in Arvus’s.
“I love you,” Trill told them.
The words had been there for a while now, and he couldn’t see a reason to hold them back any longer.
There was a sharp intake of breath, and Trill wasn’t sure who it was from.
Molun’s lips pressed against the side of his head. “Love you, too.”
Arvus’s long arm reached out to gently squeeze Trill’s arm. “We love you very much, Trill. We’re so glad you’re here with us.”
There was nowhere that Trill would rather be.