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Guthred spreads his legs, with Ayizu hugging him from behind while gently placing his back down on the bed. He blinks, inhales; his breathing is hard, and his hole quivers as his body squirms in want. Not too long ago, Ayizu fucked him hard, filling his hole with still dripping cum. Even so, his thighs can’t stop trembling, and his body demands for more.

Thrain towers over him, the tip of his cock pressing against his used entrance, wet with lube and cum. Guthred sucks in a breath, eyes gleaming with pure expectation.

“Don’t keep him waiting,” Ayizu says, voice raspy; Guthred assumes it is both from the recent orgasm and from the sheer desire of watching Thrain’s thick cock about to enter him. Ayizu must be craving to see the stretch happening after feeling it himself — Guthred is sure that Ayizu’s ass is sticky with Thrain’s load, dripping between his muscled thighs. “I’m sure you can handle it after taking my cock, right, Guthred?”

He nods, and Ayizu splays his hands on Guthred’s chest. Thrain holds Guthred by the waist, and they exchange glances: Thrain is completely flustered, eyes half-lidded in adoration and lust. His lips are parted, deliciously so, and it takes Guthred all of his self control not to jump on him and claim his mouth.

Thrain’s glans prods against the rim of his used hole. Guthred moans, finding solace in Ayizu’s arms, who holds him nice and firm, exhaling as Thrain begins to move his hips. Guthred hears the lust in Ayizu’s breathing, feels the desire in Thrain’s hands, drowns in his own desperate need as Thrain’s thick cock enters him, gentle and smooth in the motion, stretching him nice and full.

A shiver runs all over his body as he hears Thrain groaning, thrusting further inside. The lewd mixture of lube and Ayizu’s cum makes the insertion easier, although it also makes Guthred feel an odd excitement — to know that it is the second cock he is taking that night, right after being filled with another’s cum, with no clean up in between. It is debauched, erotic, in a way Guthred rarely allows himself to indulge.

“Oh, that must feel so good,” Ayizu speaks right by his side, voice brim with naughtiness, clearly entertained. “Having Thrain’s thick cock stretching you all nice like that. You take him so well! What a good subordinate you are…”

“You old bat,” Guthred manages to speak between his own moaning. “Speaking like you don’t know how it feels when you just got fucked by him minutes ago…”

Thrain stops momentarily, face flushed ear to ear. Ayizu chuckles at the banter, while Guthred furrows his brow in slight annoyance.

“I’m talking because I know exactly how it feels!” Ayizu says in his own defense, giving Guthred’s ear a playful bite while his hands rest on his abdomen, caressing the trail of light pubic hair. Thrain takes the moment’s opportunity to push forward, pressing flush against Guthred’s skin as he finishes burying himself inside. The sudden movement and Ayizu’s teasing have him grunt in surprise and arousal, breaking through his defenses. “See? Just like that.”

“You’re clenching me tight,” Thrain speaks, grinding his hips against Guthred’s ass. “You like this kind of teasing, don’t you?”

Guthred freezes right then, face burning as he realizes how hard he’s clenching onto Thrain’s cock and how much he’s twitching and leaking over his abdomen. His gaze goes everywhere, from Thrain’s face to the tip of his throbbing cock, even to the tattooed armbands on Ayizu’s toned arms. It’s ridiculous, how he can be overpowered by a pairing that consists of a goody two shoes and an overenthusiastic elder, yet it is exactly what is happening — and Guthred’s enjoying every second of it.

His hole is stretched, filled to the brim. Ayizu is right: it does feel nice and full. If he closes his eyes, Guthred is sure he can even pinpoint where the tip of Thrain’s cock must be, pressing against his inner walls. Ayizu is there too, close, supportive, body warm with sweat and desire, voice raspy and hands ready to tease him further. Thrain watches them both, his far too pretty face colored with love and need, his lips deliriously kissable. And then there’s Guthred himself, who just got used by Ayizu and is now welcoming Thrain to further defile him, to use his body to satisfy a most primal instinct.

He wants it all. To have Thrain fuck him until he forgets his own name, to hear Ayizu narrate every single thought stored in his mind, too proud to share with the world. He wants Thrain’s hands on him, Ayizu’s fingers stroking his skin. To press his lips against Thrain’s, to have Ayizu kiss and lick the sweat dripping down his muscles. He wants — needs — to be pushed against his own limits, again and again, until his orgasm raptures him, and it will be beautiful, it will be splendid, it will be like forgetting all the pain and stress stored in his bones after months of enduring, of pain, of uncertainty.

It will ground him. Make him leave aside the fear of the future.

“I guess that’s a yes,” Thrain says, his grip on Guthred’s hips growing stronger, taking Guthred away from his complicated thoughts. “Is it?”

“Tell us, Guthred,” Ayizu urges, pinching his nipple. Guthred squirms, toes curling with his legs up in the air. “We want to hear how we can make you come real good… Come so hard you’ll feel like paying a little visit to the Night Kingdom…”

Oh, those two are definitely going to send him to the Night Kingdom, toying with him like that.

“Fuck me,” Guthred ends up saying, pulling Thrain closer with his legs, one arm reaching for Ayizu’s body. His fingers trace over the intricate patterns tattooed on Ayizu’s back, going down Ayizu’s spine. “Stop teasing and just… Use me as you like. Don’t hold back.”

Thrain smiles, and Ayizu lets out a satisfied hum. There is a moment of silence, where Guthred can feel Thrain pulling him closer, Ayizu’s lips kissing his skin tenderly. It is right then that Thrain begins to fuck him, going back in a long, slow movement, right before thrusting hard with no warning, enough to make Guthred squirm and cry out, arching his back as the tip of Thrain’s cock grazes over his prostate again and again.

He hears Thrain moaning right above him, listens to Ayizu letting out a mischievous laugh. Guthred closes his eyes, focusing on the feeling of having Ayizu’s cum pushed further inside with each deep thrust of Thrain’s big, thick cock, of the indents Thrain’s nails are making on his skin. He gropes Ayizu’s ass, feels Thrain’s cum running down the chief’s sensitive taint, takes satisfaction in hearing Ayizu whimper the moment Guthred presses a finger near his equally used hole, teasing his entrance with the prospect of fingering but never quite going all the way to do so.

Ayizu kisses him all over, leaves little bite marks on his chest. Guthred cries out as his nipples are sucked and nipped lightly, as Ayizu licks the sweat and savors it with his skilled tongue. A shiver runs in Guthred’s body with the mouth that runs down, down, down, kissing the trail of hair that begins right beneath his bellybutton, getting thicker and wider as it descends towards his crotch.

Guthred opens his eyes the moment Ayizu holds his cock, lips brushing right over his shining wet glans.

“What a beautiful cock,” he says, and Guthred can only blush at such a statement, said with the uttermost admiration and desire. Ayizu looks good like this, putting his wavy hair behind the ear, letting Guthred see the wrinkles near his eyes and the way he licks his lips in hunger. “Allow this old bat to suck it dry.”

Thrain slows down, allowing Ayizu to adjust his positioning and sink himself on Guthred’s throbbing length. Guthred’s back arches — Ayizu’s tongue rolls around his tip so well, taking in all of his slick masterfully. His mouth is warm, inviting, and his lips suck him good — Guthred’s already seen Ayizu’s technique on Thrain earlier, but experiencing it directly, while also having his ass fucked, is something completely different.

His legs quiver. His voice falters, and Guthred hears himself letting out the most shameful, lewd sounds. It has been so long since the last time he got turned on to the point of moaning so indecently. It takes him back to simpler times, to years ago. To moments of experimentation and burning flames of curiosity. To sharing a bed with Thrain, one that smells of Inteyvats, before the sky fell over.

Thrain makes him remember how good it is to be alive. Ayizu’s mouth pins him to reality while also urging Guthred to indulge in pleasure that belongs to a sweet dream. As much as his mouth calls them names, as much as these two test his patience with all their virtuous talk of hopes for a beautiful and peaceful future, Guthred realizes he adores them, needs them as much as they need him, with all the realism and cynicism in his bones. It’s ironic as much as it is arousing. A contradiction that suits their coupling perfectly.

Guthred must remind himself to ask Ayizu about his younger years because fuck, that bat is really good at sucking cock. He lowers himself down to the hilt, unafraid of gagging despite all the movement, and Guthred must admit that it’s incredible while it also makes him just a little jealous. Perhaps he could learn a trick or two from Ayizu, for future reference — and perhaps a very deserved payback.

His hands go to Ayizu’s head, pinning him down against his crotch. Ayizu’s wavy hair gets even messier between Guthred’s fingers, strands going everywhere, and Guthred finds it beautiful. His eyes go between Ayizu, mouth full of cock, to Thrain, who maintains his big, strong body over them, adorning the scene with his long cascading dark hair, brows furrowed in exertion — gorgeous, erotic.

He closes his eyes, wishing to make the moment last longer. It’s incredible, to trust his body to two partners, to be used for pleasure like this. His inhibitions loosen up, and Guthred allows himself to let his title as a doctor take the backseat. For now, he is merely Guthred, merely human, and incredibly turned on.

There is nothing more he wants than to have Thrain come inside him, and to go delirious while being stimulated on both ends.

Ayizu pushes up, and Guthred allows him to rise and take a deep breath. The sound of his cock slipping from his mouth and the raspiness of Ayizu’s voice almost sends him over the edge, alongside Thrain’s deep grunts that rumbles all through Guthred’s chest.

“So greedy,” Ayizu comments, giving him a good long lick from base to the tip. “Are you close? Which feels better, my mouth or Thrain’s cock? Who’s gonna make you come?”

Guthred can barely register the questions aimed at him, as Ayizu comes back to sucking him off diligently. He holds onto the sheets with one hand, the other on Ayizu’s head, and Guthred ends up having to shut his eyes tight because he knows — feels — the moment he opens them, he won’t be able to hold back any longer.

Thrain’s balls slap against his ass. His hole is so lovingly filled, so thoroughly fucked. His cock is so wet with Ayizu’s running drool, so warm in Ayizu’s mouth. Both experiences are more than enough to send him to the Night Kingdom and back, again and again, putting him on the verge between life and something bigger than it.

“I don’t know,” he answers, trembling as Thrain holds him tighter, plunges deep inside his ass. The tip of his cock goes right against Guthred’s most sensitive spots. “You’re both making me feel so good, I, I-!”

Guthred pauses to let out a loud moan, tears starting to sting at the corners of his eyes. His breathing is erratic, his heart pounding hard inside his chest. Warmth fills him, pools all around his lower stomach. His balls tighten. There is no escaping what is to come.

“I can’t hold it anymore!” he cries out, his entire body filled with the sudden rush of pleasure. Thrain thrusts deep inside over and over, rubbing his prostate, and Ayizu sucks his cock with extra vigor. It is too much. “I’m coming!”

His body shudders. Guthred lets out a long, lewd moan, his hole clenching around Thrain’s length as his muscles tense up. His legs tremble, and he feels Ayizu pulling out — he opens his eyes and sees Ayizu pumping his cock with one hand while having his mouth open, tongue sticking out, and Guthred holds onto the sheets, shooting long spurts of white and thick cum all over Ayizu’s face and mouth.

It’s liberating. He can’t stop moving his hips on his own, grinding against Thrain while also fucking Ayizu’s hand in tandem. Thrain’s moans grow in intensity, his thrusts going harder, and Guthred practically sobs with the crescent overstimulation. His muscles ache so good, his skin burns with sweat; Thrain fucks him hard and fast, pumping him full of cock and cum, making sparks run all over his body.

Ayizu stops touching him, and Guthred manages to catch his breath just in time to see the chief going up, capturing Thrain’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Guthred flushes, watching his cum, still fresh on Ayizu’s mouth, being passed onto Thrain’s tongue. It is so vulgar, so dirty, yet so incredibly arousing, and even though he just came, Guthred can feel his cock twitch at the excitement of having Thrain know his taste. Ayizu’s face is a mess, with cum on his nose, his chin, his hair, and Thrain is getting all dirty with Guthred’s fluids, Ayizu’s saliva, their mixed sweat.

Guthred sees Ayizu’s cock, hard and dripping onto Thrain’s skin during the kiss, dirtying him further. It is so hot, so right — they are all a mess of each other’s fluids, tasting and sharing, touching, claiming. There is no owner here, as they all belong to each other equally, unashamed and free.

Thrain pulls away from the kiss the moment he comes, a deep moan escaping his lips as he buries himself in Guthred’s ass, filling him with his load. Guthred clenches around him, claiming Thrain’s cock, and he smiles with the knowledge that Thrain’s cum is inside him, that he has now pieces of both partners deep in his body. Guthred takes enjoyment of every noise Thrain makes, every throb of his cock, the way he grinds and clings onto Guthred’s frame.

Ayizu watches by the side, a hand on Thrain’s hip, holding him and helping him move before going down again, laying by Guthred’s side so they can kiss. Guthred is taken by surprise at the remnants of his own taste in Ayizu’s tongue but doesn’t mind it, pulling Ayizu closer and groping his ass, finding enjoyment in how his fingers sink into the flesh.

Thrain pulls out, and Ayizu jumps on Guthred’s lap, pulling him up so he can straddle Guthred’s leg. Guthred understands what he’s supposed to do and offers his thigh, allowing for Ayizu to hump him frantically while they make out. He feels the bed shifting with added weight, and soon Thrain joins them from Guthred’s back, embracing them both and placing his hands on Ayizu’s hips, maintaining their positioning. His lips plant kisses at the back of Guthred’s neck, his shoulders, and Guthred moans into Ayizu’s mouth, having his leg getting sticky with Ayizu’s precum, with Thrain’s previous load that is also coming out of Ayizu’s empty hole.

He forgets about the world outside. There is only Ayizu humping his thigh, Thrain protecting them with his broad figure. It is all good, all right — deliriously so, intoxicating. Guthred sees the deep flush in Ayizu’s face, smells the scent of sex in their sweaty bodies. He feels Ayizu’s and Thrain’s cum dripping between his legs, tastes his own spent in Ayizu’s kiss. His muscles ache yet he needs more, and he hears Ayizu whimpering, moaning, chasing his release.

Ayizu’s tattoos glow in colorful hues of purple and blue, Nightsoul manifesting on his skin. A beautiful sight to behold and the ultimate display of his pleasure. He comes, hard and handsome in Guthred’s lap, his cum making a mess out of Guthred’s thigh, some of it landing on his crotch, his abdomen. Guthred plays with Ayizu’s tattooed pecs, kisses his neck and bites on it, earning a satisfied moan and even more frantic humping that lasts for a couple more seconds before Ayizu begins to slow down to a lazy grind, spent.

Nightsoul vanishes, making Ayizu’s tattoos go back to their usual blackwork. Guthred is squished by his partners as they all seek the comfort of each other’s bodies, arms tangling in need to embrace.

They spend the next seconds in silence, catching their breaths. Guthred’s heart thumps hard on his chest. He feels like he could listen to both Thrain’s and Ayizu’s heartbeats should he rest his head on their chests as well. Thrain’s muscles press against his back, Ayizu’s hair tickles the crook of his neck. His fingers rub circles on Ayizu’s back, Thrain’s strong arms keeps him close.

Guthred finds he likes it, that physical closeness. The shared vulnerability, the overflowing desire. The lingering touching, the intimate gazes. The mess that they are, together like one, completing each other in all of their contradictions.

“I can still go another round,” Thrain breaks the silence, and his words send a spark that ignites the flame deep in Guthred’s abdomen. “What about you?”

“As eager as always,” Ayizu says with a chuckle, scooting closer to Guthred and giving him a peck on his cheek. Guthred gasps in surprise, welcoming the sweet gesture nonetheless. “Guthred?”

The answer should be obvious.

“You two really want to send me to the Night Kingdom,” he replies, earning a smile out of Ayizu and a short laugh from Thrain. Guthred looks upon his shoulder, then, kissing Thrain’s neck. “But I think it’s time for you to go, Commander.”

Ayizu is quick to understand Guthred’s intentions, and he takes advantage of his position to push them all back, having Guthred and Thrain fall to their backs. Guthred rolls to the side, claiming Thrain’s mouth with a kiss, and Ayizu joins on Thrain’s other side, a mischievous hand sliding to Thrain’s waist while he peppers kisses on Thrain’s shoulder.

Guthred smiles the moment Thrain moans into the kiss, knowing the night is far from over.