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Jesper had been looking for his boyfriend for the better part of an hour before he arrived at his boss’s office. Rapping his knuckles against the door he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as he waited for permission to enter.

No answer.

“Kaz?” Jesper called through the door, “It’s me, have you seen Wylan? He didn’t come home after his meeting, been looking for him everywhere.” He tried to keep his worry out of his voice, but even he could hear how exasperated and defeated he sounded.

“Come in,” came Kaz’s voice after a beat.

Jesper swung the door open and strode into the office, letting the door slam on its hinges behind him. Kaz, at his desk leafing through a stack of documents with one of his gloved hands, shot him a glare at the noise.

“Do you know where he is? I’m this close to losing my fucking mind” Jesper said, indicating with his index finger and thumb the minuscule amount of patience he had left. It was unusual for Wylan not to come home immediately after a meeting and the worry was heavy in his stomach and wringing his heart like a sponge.

“He’s here.”

“What? He’s here?” Jesper repeated stupidly.

Kaz fixed him with an exasperated look, before looking pointedly down at the space under his desk. Jesper rounded the desk quickly and sure enough, there was their demolitions expert, sat on the floor leaning against Kaz’s legs. Kaz was running his free hand through Wylan’s golden red curls and, although Jesper couldn’t see his face, if the faint sniffling was anything to go by his boyfriend had very recently been crying.

“Oh darling,” Jesper whispered, leaning over Kaz to cup his boyfriend’s face with a hand and turn it up towards him. Wylan’s Zemeni sky blue eyes were red and puffy and tear tracks marked his flushed cheeks, his freckles almost hidden by a dark blush. Wylan leant into his touch, closing his eyes as he nuzzled Jesper’s hand like a kitten.

“What happened?” Jesper asked Kaz, not taking his eyes off his love.

“Something at the meeting, he wouldn’t say what.”

Jesper frowned at this. It wasn’t uncommon for Wylan to have to deal with some arsehole merchants at his meetings, and it seemed to happen more often on the rare occasions Jesper didn’t accompany him, but this was the first time that he had reacted this way.

“How did he get here?” The crow club was streets away from where Wylan’s meeting had been held, further than their home on the Geldstraat. He must have gone out of his way to come here instead. Wylan shifted a little at this question and Jesper felt his cheek grow impossibly hotter in his hand.

“He turned up by himself,” Kaz answered, tightening his grip on Wylan’s hair for a beat before resuming his petting, “like a lost little kitten… with an attitude a mile long” he added with a smirk.

Jesper raised a brow at his boyfriend, who immediately dropped eye contact and attempted to turn his face away but halted by Jesper’s hold on his face.

“Is that true merchling?” He teased, “Did you come here just to act like a brat in Kaz’s office?”

Wylan didn’t answer, but Jesper didn’t need him to. He got all the answers he needed from the pretty scrunch of Wylan’s nose and the furrow of his brow. Wylan stayed silent, his teeth worrying his lower lip as he sniffled and wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt. A cobalt blue shirt that had been a gift from Jesper, who had insisted he wear it today to meet the other members of the Merchant Council.

“Did you need someone to take control, darling?" He continued, stroking Wylan’s cheek with his thumb. “Did Kaz give you what you need?”

Wylan nodded, eyes still avoiding Jesper’s.

“Show me.”

Jesper’s order sent a shiver down Wylan’s spine and he slowly moved from his position between Kaz’s legs. Kaz relinquished his hold on his curls and moved his chair back so that Wylan could crawl the short distance onto Jesper’s lap. He buried his face into the crook of Jesper’s neck and breathed deeply, grounding himself and breathing in the scent of his cologne, before taking his hands and guiding them down to his arse, letting out a small gasp as Jesper gave his cheeks a small squeeze.

“Ah,” chuckled Jesper knowingly, increasing the pressure on Wylan’s arse and grinning even wider when the boy let out a whimper. Jesper had to bite back a moan of his own as his blood rushed south, his cock hardening rapidly in his trousers as his mind reeled, imagining what Kaz had done to their naughty boy. His growing arousal was tainted, however, with the unanswered question of what had happened to push Wylan to seek out Kaz for this scene? Now wasn’t the time to push for an answer, Jesper thought, he would give his boyfriend what he wanted, what he deserved, and when he was ready to talk they would.

“Did Kaz punish you for being a brat?” He whispered into Wylan’s ear, taking great pleasure in how his lover squirmed on his lap.

“Tell me sweetheart darling, what did he do? Did he bend you over his knee and spank you?” He squeezed Wylan’s arse sharply and he felt him nod against his neck, still refusing to speak.

“Oh baby” he cooed, pulling back so that he could look his boyfriend in the eyes. “How many did he give you? Ten, twenty?”

Wylan tried to turn his head away but Jesper stopped him by bringing a hand up and entangling his long fingers in his ruddy red curls and forcing him to look at him.

“Tell me how many baby”

“Th-Thirty,” Wylan stammered, his voice coming out small and a little raspy.

Jesper turned to Kaz and raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “Thirty? Kaz, seriously?”

“He was a bad boy” Kaz replied casually, reclining in his chair, rotating his cane in his hands. “He got what he deserved.”

Jesper rolled his eyes at his friend before turning his attention back to Wylan. Slowly, and with great care, he lifted the smaller boy from his lap and guided him onto his knees, turning him to face the desk. He took Wylan’s hands and placed them on the edge of the mahogany wood for support. Once he was in position, Jesper took a moment to run his hands up and down Wylan’s waist and hips, avoiding his arse. He leant down to press kisses along his throat.

“Can you stay like this baby?” He murmured into Wylan’s neck, lips moving against his curls, “I just want to check that you are ok”

“I-I’m ok” Wylan said quickly, turning his head to look at Jesper, “Kaz took care of me.”

“I know darling, but sometimes Kaz can go overboard,” He ignored the derisive scoff that came from the chair. “I want to be sure you’re fine, is that ok?”

Wylan nodded and turned his head back, resting his forehead against his hands clutching the desk, his knuckles white.

“Good boy” Jesper praised as he lowered Wylan’s trousers and undergarments to mid-thigh. Jesper couldn't help moaning as he took in the aftermath of Kaz’s punishment. Wylan’s arse was a beautiful shade of reddish pink, and Jesper couldn’t resist cupping a cheek with his hand. He squeezed, applying only the smallest amount of pressure, worried about hurting his love, but smiled when Wylan let out a small moan and tried to push back further into Jesper’s hand.

“Told you he was fine,” Kaz said and Jesper could hear the smirk on his face.

“No you didn’t,” Jesper didn’t bother to look at Kaz, unwilling to pull his eyes away from Wylan for even a second.

Jesper let Wylan push back into his hand for a few moments more before withdrawing his hands completely. Wylan let out an indignant noise but maintained his position on his knees; he hadn’t been given permission to move.

Grinning, Jesper moved his hands back to Wylan’s waist, giving him a quick squeeze before running them down his front to his cock, which was hard and leaking. Jesper gripped his boyfriend’s cock with one hand and wrapped his other arm around his waist, pulling the smaller man until his back was flush against his chest. Wylan’s hands remained on the edge of the desk, his arms now stretched by this new position.

“Oh sweetheart,” Jesper murmured against “Have you been this hard all this time?” He gave Wylan’s cock a few slow, languid strokes. “Did Kaz deny you after your spanking?”

Wylan shook his head, a moan falling from his lips as Jesper finally touched him.

“Wa-wanted to wait for you,” he panted.

Jesper had to suppress a moan of his own at Wylan’s admission and settled for praising his merchling.

At that moment Jesper was sure it was impossible to love anyone as much as he loved Wylan Van Eck. He decided, again as this thought came to him often, that he was going to do whatever necessary to ensure that his beautiful, special, deserving man received the world.

“Such a good boy” the sharpshooter rewarded Wylan with more strokes, keeping the pace slow. Wylan’s moans grew louder and his head fell back onto Jesper’s shoulder.

“What do you think, boss?” Jesper grinned at Kaz, “Does our boy deserve a reward?”

Kaz didn’t answer, but stood from his chair to lean against the desk inches from Wylan’s hands. He didn’t close the gap between them, but observed Wylan from where he stood, eyes narrowed as he considered the man knelt in front of him.

“He has been good,” admitted Kaz eventually, and Wylan’s heart jumped in his chest at the praise and the prospect of being allowed to come.

“But I think he can be better.”

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Wylan whimpered, “Please, please… I need…” Jesper increased the pace of his stroking and Wylan was stripped of all coherent thought.

“I’m sorry baby,” Jesper said, running his tongue along Wylan’s ear, nipping at his earlobe and earning a delicious whimper, “You need to wait for Kaz to give the word.”

“Kaz, please,” Wylan whined, leaning as far forward as Jesper would allow but making sure he didn’t touch Kaz. He would never touch him without his permission and Kaz knew this. Because above all Wylan was a good boy; he would always wait for him to give consent to be touched.

Kaz watched Wylan moan and beg for another minute before he moved. He grasped Wylan’s wrists and roughly removed his hands from the desk, moving himself into that space. He bent down to place Wylan’s hands at his sides, giving his wrists a quick squeeze and brushing his lips over his forehead before straightening up.

“Keep your hands still,” Kaz ordered, shoving a hand into his trousers and pulling out his cock, “If anything other than your mouth touches me you won't be allowed to come.”

“Yes, sir.” Wylan nodded eagerly, his doe eyes impossibly wide as he gazed up at Kaz. He balled his hands into fists at his sides and, after taking a few deep breaths to ground himself, opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue. When Kaz had first been invited as a third into the Van Eck-Fahey relationship, the sight of his demo man on his knees, mouth open, tongue out, eager, no, desperate for his cock, would have brought Kaz to the edge almost immediately. To say it didn’t affect him now would be a lie, but he had better control.

Kaz used a gloved hand to guide himself into Wylan’s waiting mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as his warm tongue welcomed him with a swipe across the head of his cock.

Wylan moaned as Kaz slowly pushed himself in, enjoying the weight of Kaz on his tongue and the intrusion in his throat. When Kaz started to thrust, a hand twisted in his pet’s hair as leverage, Jesper matched his speed on Wylan’s cock. Wylan kept his hands clenched against his thighs, tears pricking at his eyes as he focused on not gagging.

Wylan squeaked in surprise when he felt Jesper’s cock against his arse, sliding between his cheeks. 

“You didn’t forget me, did you treasure?” Jesper murmured into his ear, the endearment sending a shiver down Wylan’s spine. He hadn’t heard Jesper remove his belt, too absorbed by Kaz, but the contact was more than welcome. The residual pain from his spanking radiating from the contact with Jesper’s bare skin only added to his arousal. His moans grew louder and more frequent, the vibrations contributing to his work on Kaz’s cock.

“Remember merchling, no coming until I say,” Kaz reminded him, his voice an octave deeper from arousal. Wylan could only whimper in response, moving a hand to grip the arm Jesper had around his waist like a lifeline, as he concentrated on bringing Kaz to completion, hollowing his cheeks and running his tongue along his shaft.

“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” Jesper laughed breathily, grinning when Kaz only grunted in response. 

“Come on, darling,” he continued, now to Wylan, “Brekker is close, finish him off.”

Kaz thrust into Wylan’s mouth with little regard for the man kneeling before him, but Wylan didn’t care. He loved being used in this way by Kaz, who brought a rough dominance that he craved but Jesper was reluctant to give. But where Jesper missed the mark with his hands, he more than made up with his mouth.

“Such a slut for us, aren’t you?” Jesper purred. “Make dirtyhands come down your throat.” This was too much for Kaz, who pulled Wylan off him with a sharp tug of his hair, just in time to release over his face, painting his cheeks, mouth and chin with his come.

“Thank you, thank you…” Wylan moaned and leant forward again to clean Kaz with small licks of his tongue. Kaz let him, stroking his boy’s hair, his cheeks flushed and breathing short as he came down from his high.

“Good boy,” Kaz breathed, “Jes, make him come.”

“Yes, boss,” Jesper grinned. He grabbed Wylan by the hips and pulled him sharply backwards forcing Wylan to thrust his arms out to break his fall. Jesper put a hand on his back to stop him from moving, compelling his merchling onto all fours.

“I wanted your mouth before you came,” Jesper bent over to whisper directly into Wylan’s ear. Wylan’s breath hitched and Jesper’s grin grew. “But after hearing you beg so prettily… fuck… I need to see you come.” He wrapped his hand around his boyfriend’s cock and started stroking hard and fast. Wylan could only beg, please please please.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

Wylan came with a silent scream, his come painting the floor of Kaz’s office. His arms buckled with the strength of his orgasm; he would have hit the floor if Jesper hadn’t steadied him with a strong arm around the waist, pulling him up to rest against his chest.

“Such a good boy,” Jesper praised, pressing light kisses into Wylan’s neck. His hand was still on his boyfriend’s cock, slowly stroking him through the aftermath of his climax. The overstimulation was soon too much for Wylan, and he begged Jesper to stop. 

Wylan hadn’t said their safe word, but Jesper stopped; Wylan’s breath was ragged, as though he was coming up for air, and he seemed to struggle to regulate it Jesper removed Wylan’s trousers and underwear, tucked himself back into his own trousers, and settled into a more comfortable position on the floor, pulling the smaller man into his lap, Wylan immediately curled into Jesper’s chest, burying his head into his neck. 

Kaz moved from the desk, returning seconds later with a glass of water. “You need to rehydrate,” he said, holding the glass out to Wylan. He accepted it and drank deeply and gratefully, draining the glass. 

“Good boy,” Jesper praised, “You’re doing so well.” Wylan hummed in reply, his breathing now steady and his flush a little less pronounced. After just another minute of rest, Wylan suddenly moved, turning his body and readjusting his legs so that he was straddling Jesper. He rested their foreheads together and rocked his hips into Jesper’s; they both moaned loudly.

“Tell me your colour, Wy.” Jesper breathed.

“Green,” Wylan responded immediately, rocking his hips into Jesper, “Very green.”

“Good,” He kissed Wylan deeply and nipped at his bottom lip, eliciting a delightful squeak. “Because now it’s my turn.”

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“Now,” Jesper ran kisses along Wylan’s neck, sucking at his pulse point, delighting in the delicious moan that he educed from his boyfriend. “What should I do with you?”. Wylan didn’t answer, choosing instead to nuzzle Jesper’s shoulder. He was moving slower now, still basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. Jesper was feeling much less patient, his cock straining against his trousers.

He stood up, pulling Wylan with him, feeling the tension in his leg muscles as they stretched after being on the floor for so long. He lifted the more petite man and perched him on Kaz’s desk, stepping into the space between his legs; their boss had re-situated himself in his chair and was watching them with a heated stare.

He bent down to capture Wylan’s lips again, kissing him deeply. “I wish we had a bed,” He laughed against Wylan’s mouth, and Wylan hummed in agreement.

“Let me touch you,” Wylan whispered, running his hands up and down Jesper’s chest.

“You don’t get to make demands, sweetheart,” Jesper chastised. “Tell me, who’s in charge?”

“Kaz,” Wylan said.

“Good boy,” Kaz smirked from his chair. Jesper shot him a glare but Kaz just laughed, raising his eyebrows, daring Jesper to disagree. Jesper pinched Wylan’s ass, and he squeaked in pain. “Kaz… and you.” He corrected himself.

“Well done.” Wylan keened under Jesper’s praise.

“Please, can I touch you?” Jesper took a deep breath, Wylan's begging always sent all his blood south; he was already so turned on that if he kept this up, he would be at risk of coming untouched. He hooked an arm around Wylan’s waist, his other hand still resting on his ass and started kissing down his throat.

“Not yet, darling,” Jesper ran his tongue along a nipple, over Wylan’s shirt, “Be patient.” Wylan groaned, rutting against Jesper; he was already almost fully hard again.

“Strip for me, merchling,” Jesper took a step back to admire the view as Wylan removed his remaining clothing, the smaller man carefully folding his shirt and waistcoat and laying them on Kaz’s desk. Wylan glanced over at Kaz for approval, turning his head to smile as Kaz gave him an approving nod; he didn’t like untidiness in his space. Jesper ignored Kaz’s glare as he threw his own clothes onto a vacant chair.

“Bend over the table,” Wylan frowned slightly at the request, put out that he would not get to touch Jesper as he wanted, but he was desperate to be good and wasted no time in situating himself against the hardwood, resting on his forearms and arching his back; getting into position as he knew they wanted.

Jesper ran his hands up Wylan’s back, across his shoulders, and back down his sides, over his waist and hips.

“Kaz, please tell me you have oil,” Jesper ran the head of his cock against Wylan’s hole, only the knowledge that he could really hurt his love stopping him from thrusting in. He heard Kaz rise from his chair and open a drawer. Thirty seconds later a slim bottle of oil was being pressed into his palm. Kaz stopped to run a gloved hand down Wylan’s back and press his lips to Jesper’s shoulder. Jesper moved from Wylan to reach out to Kaz.

“Kiss me,” Jesper asked, not caring if it sounded like he was pleading. Jesper felt leather against his cheek as Kaz complied, his kissing slow and languid, the opposite of what Jesper wanted. Jesper whined when Kaz pulled away too soon, returning to his chair with a final pinch on Wylan’s bottom. Wylan hadn’t moved but Jesper noted his legs were shaking from the effort of keeping his position.

“Sorry, darling,” he said as he uncapped the oil, “were we ignoring you?”. He coated his fingers in oil, rubbing the excess against Wylan as he pushed the index finger of his right hand into him.

Wylan moaned loudly. “Thank you, thank you” he chanted, pushing back against Jesper as he slowly worked his finger in and out.

“Stay still, sweetheart,” Jesper warned with a soft slap to Wylan’s ass, “We didn’t say that you could move.” Wylan immediately stopped moving, his hands splayed out on the desk, knuckles white as he forced himself to remain still.

Jesper added a second finger and increased the pace. Wylan didn’t move, but moans were slipping out of him as though a dam had burst. Jesper fondled Wylan’s cock with his free hand, pleased, but not surprised to find that he was fully hard.

“I think that’s enough,” Jesper said, scissoring his fingers, purposely avoiding Wylan’s prostate. “I want you to feel my cock stretch you.”

“Yes, yes, yes…” Wylan begged, desperate for Jesper to fuck him.

“Breathe, Wylan,” Jesper stopped and withdrew his fingers; Wylan whimpered at the sudden loss. “Tell me your colour, baby.” Wylan seemed more than willing, but he was concerned that Wylan was too far gone to consent to sex with less than adequate preparation.

“Green, Jes, green I promise.”

“Ok,” Jesper said, before sheathing himself in Wylan with one thrust. Wylan cried out, scrambling against the desk as he tried to find something to hold on to. He gave Wylan a moment to get used to the stretch before he started thrusting, gripping Wylan’s hip and intertwining the other hand in his boyfriend’s hair.

He fucked Wylan hard and fast, taking what he needed and chasing the pleasure he had been denying himself. He knew he wouldn’t last long; he avoided looking at Kaz as he fought his impending climax.

“Can I come, Jes.” Wylan gasped out, in between moans, “Please… please, may I come?”

“Not yet, treasure.” Wylan moaned louder at the use of the Kerch endearment. His legs were shaking with the effort of holding back his orgasm; sweat shined on his forehead and back. Jesper wanted to lick it off.

When Jesper was on the brink of coming he reached around Wylan to grasp his leaking cock. He stroked him quickly, pulling Wylan to the edge with him.

“You can come.”

For all the noise he had been making, Wylan was silent as his orgasm hit him, his body trembling before going slack against the desk. Wylan squeezing around his cock as he came was too much for Jesper.

“I’m going to come inside you, Wy.” It took only a few more thrusts before Jesper followed Wylan over the edge with a stuttered moan, his fingers pressing bruises into the soft flesh of Wylan’s hips as he rode out his high. When he felt as though his soul had re-entered his body, he leant forward to press chaste kisses to Wylan’s shoulder blades.

He slowly pulled out of Wylan, keeping him up with a strong arm around his waist. Wylan was shaking and trying to twist himself further into Jesper’s grasp.

“Just a moment, love,” Jesper murmured, “Let us clean you up and then you can rest.” He took a damp towel that Kaz had produced from saints knows where, and used it to clean his come from Wylan, also mopping up the remaining oil that clung to their skin. He barely noted when Kaz disappeared from his office. He shuffled back to sit in Kaz’s chair, pulling his sleepy and sated lover into his lap.

“You did so well,” Jesper praised, pressing kisses into Wylan’s sweat-damped hair, “I’m so proud of you.” Wylan hummed in acknowledgement, nuzzling into Jesper’s neck, his eyes closed.

“He needs to stay awake.” Kaz had returned, carrying a tray with tea and biscuits.

“Merchling, eyes open,” Kaz lifted Wylan’s face with a gloved hand, lightly squeezing his cheeks until Wylan opened his eyes with a small scowl. “Eat, drink, and then you can rest.”

“Do you understand?” Wylan nodded and allowed Jesper to move him into an upright sitting position, accepting a cup of tea from Kaz. Jesper relinquished an arm to pick up a biscuit and held it to Wylan’s lips, encouraging him to take a bite.

“You can use my room,” said Kaz, taking Jesper by surprise. He nodded towards Wylan, “he’s in no state to walk back to the Geldstraat.”

“Thank you Kaz,” Kaz waved a hand in dismissal.

“Will you join us?” Wylan asked, his voice soft and full of sleep. Jesper watched as Kaz considered his response.

“No,” Kaz said, and Jesper swallowed his disappointment. “Not this time. I have a job to do.”

“Come on, darling,” Jesper said, pulling a reluctant Wylan to his feet before he could object. “Get dressed so we can make our way upstairs. I’ll bring the tea with us.” Wylan grumbled as he pulled on his clothes, pausing now and then to lean into Jesper.

Ten minutes later Jesper was lying in Kaz’s bed, his boyfriend curled up against his chest, already in the throes of sleep. Kaz was preparing to leave, his back turned to the bed as he slipped into a change of clothes.

“Where are you going?” Jesper asked, quietly so as not to disturb their merchling.

“To find out what happened,” Kaz replied, putting on his hat. “We’ve dealt with him,” he looked pointedly at Wylan buried under the blankets, “but we need to know who upset him, and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Jesper nodded. In any other circumstance, he would offer his guns to help Kaz, but Wylan needed him more.

“Give them hell.”