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Chapter Text

Killian x Landon x Jeremy

The forest was alive with the sound of crunching leaves and distant shouts, but Landon didn’t bother to run. He strolled through the trees, his mask—a sleek, black facade that covered only the top half of his face—gleaming faintly under the moonlight. He could hear the chaos around him, the screams of the other initiates as they fled from the neon-masked hunters. But Landon? He wasn’t here to play by their rules. He was here to make them play by his.

The invitation had been a surprise, he knew it was a trap. The Heathens Initiation. They would never invite their enemy, the leader of the elites. Landon, is the devil. He cared about the chaos. And now, here he was, the devil himself, walking through the woods like he owned them.

Footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, and closing in. Landon’s lips curled into a smirk. They’ve found me. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The red and orange masks glowed faintly in the shadows, their neon hues cutting through the darkness. Killian and Jeremy. Of course it was them.

“Well, well,” Landon drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “The mutts decided they could hunt me?”

Killian stepped forward first, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow. He twirled a baton in his hand, the weapon glowing faintly with the same neon aura as his mask. “This isn’t your game.” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Landon tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Isn’t it? You invited me, didn’t you? Or was that just your way of setting a trap?”

Jeremy emerged from the shadows, his orange mask hiding his face but not the predatory gleam in his eyes. “We know how you operate, Landon,” he said, his voice smooth and calm. “Always looking for a way to stir up trouble. We thought we’d give you a taste of your own medicine.”

Landon laughed, a sharp, biting sound that echoed through the trees. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

He didn’t wait for them to make the first move. He bolted, his long legs carrying him through the underbrush with ease. The thrill of the chase coursed through his veins, and he could hear the sound of their footsteps behind him, pounding against the earth as they gave chase. Good, he thought. Let them come.

Killian was fast, but Jeremy was faster. Landon could hear them gaining on him, their breathing heavy with exertion. He ducked under a low-hanging branch, his heart racing as he pushed himself to run harder, faster. The forest was a blur around him, the trees stretching into an endless maze that seemed to close in on him with every step.

“You can’t run forever, Landon!” Killian called out, his voice tinged with amusement.

Landon didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. He darted to the left, weaving through the trees with practiced ease. But they were relentless, their determination evident in the way they closed the distance between them.

A hand grabbed his arm, yanking him back with enough force to make him stumble. Landon spun around, his fist flying before he even had a chance to think. Jeremy blocked it with ease, his grip tightening as he pulled Landon closer.

“Gotcha,” Jeremy murmured, his voice low and husky.

Landon’s eyes narrowed behind his mask. “You wish.”

He twisted out of Jeremy’s grip, his elbow connecting with the other man’s ribs. Jeremy grunted but didn’t let go, his fingers digging into Landon’s skin as he pulled him into a tight embrace.

“You’re not getting away that easily,” Jeremy growled, his breath hot against Landon’s ear.

Killian finally caught up, his chest heaving as he stood a few feet away, watching the two of them with a predatory grin. “Looks like we’ve got him.”

Landon struggled, but Jeremy’s grip was like iron. He could feel the heat of their bodies pressing against him, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. This is what they wanted, he realized. This is why they invited me.

“You’re not going to win,” Landon said, his voice steady despite the way his heart was pounding in his chest.

Killian stepped closer, his baton resting against his shoulder. “Oh, I think we already have.”

Jeremy’s hand slid down Landon’s back, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine. “You’ve always been a thorn in our side, Landon,” he murmured. “But tonight? Tonight, you’re ours.”

Landon’s breath hitched, his body betraying him as he felt a shiver run down his spine. He hated them. He hated them. But he couldn’t deny the way his body reacted to their touch, the way his heart raced with something that wasn’t quite fear.

“You’re not going to break me,” Landon said, his voice trembling just enough for them to notice.

Killian laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to Landon’s core. “Oh, we’re not trying to break you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “We’re trying to claim you.”

Landon’s eyes widened behind his mask, his breath catching in his throat as Jeremy’s hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against the hem of his pants. “You’re mine now, Landon,” Jeremy whispered, his voice a promise.

And for the first time, Landon wasn’t sure if he wanted to run or stay.

Landon’s back hit the ground with a soft thud, the forest floor cool beneath him. Above him, Killian and Jeremy loomed like predators, their neon masks glowing faintly in the darkness. The air between them crackled with tension, heavy and electric, as if the forest itself was holding its breath.

Killian twirled his baton lazily, the neon red glinting in the moonlight. “You’ve been running for a while, Landon,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “But you’re not running now.”

Landon’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes darting between the two of them. His heart pounded—not from fear, but from something deeper, something darker. He could feel the weight of their gazes on him, piercing through his mask, through his clothes, through every layer of his defenses.

Jeremy crouched down, his orange mask glinting as he reached for Landon’s shirt. “Let’s see what you’re hiding under all this,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers gripped the fabric, tearing it open with a sudden, rough motion. Landon’s breath hitched as the cool night air kissed his exposed skin.

“What’s the matter, Landon?” Killian taunted, his baton tracing a slow, deliberate line down Landon’s chest. The neon glow left a phantom trail of heat in its wake, making Landon shiver despite himself. “You’re always so cocky. Where’s that bravado now?”

Landon swallowed hard, his hands twitching at his sides. He wanted to fight back, to push them away, but his body betrayed him. The thrill of the chase, the heat of their touch—it was all too much. His lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as Jeremy’s hands roamed his chest, rough and possessive.

“You’re mine now,” Jeremy whispered, his voice a dark promise. His fingers traced the outline of Landon’s jaw, tilting his head back, exposing the vulnerable curve of his neck. “And I’m not letting you go.”

Killian chuckled, the sound low and predatory. He leaned down, his breath warm against Landon’s ear. “You’ve been playing games with us for too long, Landon. Time to pay the price.”

Landon’s eyes fluttered closed, his body arching involuntarily as Killian’s baton dipped lower, teasing the sensitive skin of his stomach. He could feel the heat of their bodies surrounding him, suffocating him, consuming him. He wanted to protest, to push them away, but the words caught in his throat.

“Stop,” he managed to whisper, though the word lacked any real conviction. It was more of a plea than a command, a desperate attempt to hold onto the last shred of control he had left.

Killian smirked, his eyes glinting behind his mask. “Stop? You don’t mean that,” he purred, his voice like velvet. He brought the baton to Landon’s lips, tapping lightly against them. “Open.”

Landon hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting Killian’s. There was something hypnotic about the way Killian looked at him—something that made his resistance crumble. Slowly, reluctantly, he parted his lips, allowing the baton to slip inside. The taste of neon and metal flooded his senses, making his head spin.

Jeremy’s hand tightened in Landon’s hair, pulling it back sharply. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. His other hand trailed down Landon’s chest, stopping at the waistband of his pants. “Now let’s see how far we can take this.”

Landon’s breath hitched as Jeremy’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, teasing the sensitive skin just above his hipbone. His body responded instinctively, arching into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Killian chuckled, pulling the baton from Landon’s mouth. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. He traced the baton down Landon’s chest, stopping just above his navel. “We always knew you were a little devil, Landon, but this… this is something else.”

Landon’s cheeks flushed, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to deny it, to push them away and reclaim some semblance of control, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he found himself leaning into their touch, craving more.

Jeremy’s fingers dipped lower, brushing against the growing heat between Landon’s legs. Landon gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily, a desperate, broken sound escaping his lips.

“Patience,” Jeremy murmured, his voice laced with amusement. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “We’ve got all night.”

Killian smirked, his eyes dark with desire. He traced the baton down Landon’s thigh, the neon glow leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “You’ve been running from us for too long, Landon,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “But you’re not running now.”

Landon’s breath came in shallow gasps, his body trembling beneath their touch. He could feel the control slipping away, piece by piece, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. And yet, there was something exhilarating about it—something that made his blood sing and his heart race.

Jeremy’s fingers tightened around Landon’s waistband, pulling it down slowly, tantalizingly. Landon’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as cool air kissed his heated skin.

Killian leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “You’re ours now,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Landon’s body arched as Jeremy’s hand finally wrapped around him, the touch sending a jolt of electricity straight to his core. He gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily, a desperate, broken sound escaping his lips.

“Please,” he whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat. He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for—release, or more. All he knew was that he was utterly at their mercy.

Jeremy chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re not going anywhere, Landon,” he murmured, his hand moving with agonizing slowness. “Not until we’re done with you.”

Killian smirked, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s other ear. “And we’re just getting started.”

Landon’s breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as Killian and Jeremy dragged him through the dimly lit halls of the mansion. The cold air nipped at his exposed skin, stark against the heat radiating from his body. His shirt hung in tatters, barely clinging to his frame, and the predatory gleam in Jeremy’s eyes told him that even that wouldn’t last long. Killian’s grip on his arm was firm, unyielding, as if daring him to try and pull away. But Landon didn’t. He couldn’t. The thrill of it all—the chase, the capture, the way they looked at him like he was prey—was intoxicating.

They reached the bedroom, and the door clicked shut behind them with a finality that sent a shiver down Landon’s spine. Jeremy released him momentarily, circling like a predator sizing up its catch, while Killian stepped in front of him, his red neon mask casting an eerie glow across his features.

“Well, well,” Killian drawled, his voice low and dripping with amusement. “Look at you. The mighty Landon, brought down so easily. I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

Landon smirked, though his heart was racing. “Who says I’m done fighting?”

Jeremy’s laugh was dark, predatory, as he stepped closer, his orange mask glinting in the dim light. “Oh, you’re done,” he said, his voice a whisper that sent a tremble through Landon’s body. “You just don’t know it yet.”

Before Landon could retort, Jeremy’s hands were on him, tearing what remained of his shirt away in one swift motion. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving Landon’s chest bare and exposed to the cool air. Jeremy’s fingers traced the lines of his collarbone, his touch light but deliberate, as if mapping out every inch of him.

“Beautiful,” Jeremy murmured, his voice almost reverent. “Even more so than I imagined.”

Killian stepped forward, his neon baton twirling lazily in his hand. The glow of it cast strange patterns on the walls, and Landon’s eyes followed it, captivated despite himself. Then, without warning, Killian pressed the baton to Landon’s chest, the cool material sending a jolt through him.

“Pay attention,” Killian said, his voice sharp but laced with something darker, something that made Landon’s breath hitch. “You’re ours now.”

The baton traced a slow, deliberate path down Landon’s chest, the neon light leaving faint streaks in its wake. It was as if Killian was painting him, marking him with his touch. Landon’s skin prickled, every nerve alight with sensation, and he couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through him.

Jeremy’s hands moved to his waist, undoing the buckle of his belt with practiced ease. Landon’s pants fell to the floor, leaving him completely bare, and for the first time, a flicker of vulnerability crossed his face. He quickly masked it with defiance, tilting his chin up and meeting their gazes head-on.

“Is this supposed to scare me?” he asked, his voice steady despite the way his heart was pounding.

Killian chuckled, low and dark. “Scare you? No, Landon. This is about control.”

The baton moved lower, tracing the curve of Landon’s hip, and he bit back a gasp. Jeremy’s hands were on him again, this time pulling his arms behind his back. Landon tensed, his instincts screaming at him to fight, but before he could react, Jeremy had bound his wrists with neon cords, the material tight and unyielding.

“Let’s see how you handle this,” Jeremy said, his voice a growl as he pushed Landon backward, forcing him to lie down on the bed.

Landon’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared up at them, his heart pounding in his ears. He was completely at their mercy, and the realization sent a thrill through him, one he couldn’t deny. Killian climbed onto the bed, straddling him, while Jeremy stood at the edge, his eyes raking over Landon’s body with a hunger that was almost palpable.

“You’re going to regret this,” Landon said, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to keep it steady.

Killian leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “Doubt it,” he murmured, his breath hot against Landon’s skin. “You’re enjoying this just as much as we are.”

Landon’s breath caught in his throat as Killian’s hands began to explore him, his touch firm and unrelenting. The baton traced patterns across his torso, the cool material a stark contrast to the heat of Killian’s body above him. Jeremy’s hands joined in, his fingers skimming over Landon’s thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Look at him,” Jeremy said, his voice low and husky. “He’s already so far gone.”

Landon’s eyes fluttered shut, his body betraying him as he arched into their touch. His breath came in short, shallow gasps, his chest heaving with the effort to maintain some semblance of control. But it was slipping away, faster and faster, until he was clinging to it by a thread.

Killian’s lips found his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, and Landon let out a low moan, the sound escaping before he could stop it. Jeremy’s hands moved higher, teasing and taunting, until Landon was trembling beneath them.

Jeremy chuckled, Killian’s lips moved lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The baton pressed against his thigh, the cool material a sharp contrast to the heat of Killian’s mouth.

“Let me hear you,” Killian growled, his voice thick with desire.

Landon’s breath hitched, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. But he couldn't hold back the soft moans

Jeremy’s laugh was dark, triumphant, as his hands moved to Landon’s hips, holding him in place. Killian’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he leaned in close.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “Now let’s see how much you can take.”

Landon’s eyes flew open as Killian’s baton pressed against his hole, the cool material sending a jolt through his body. Jeremy’s hands tightened on his hips, holding him steady as Killian traced a slow, deliberate path downward, the neon light leaving faint streaks in its wake.

“Just relax,” Jeremy murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. “We’ve got you.”

Landon’s breath came in shallow gasps, his body trembling with anticipation as Killian’s touch became more insistent. The cool material a stark contrast to the heat pooling in his belly, and he couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped his lips.

“That’s it,” Killian said, his voice thick with desire. “Let go.”

Landon’s eyes fluttered shut as the sensation overwhelmed him, his body arching into their touch. He was completely at their mercy, and for the first time, he didn’t care. He wanted this, wanted them, and he couldn’t deny it any longer.

He whispered, his voice trembling with need. “Don’t stop.”

Jeremy’s hands moved to his chest, his touch teasing and taunting, until Landon was trembling beneath him. Killian’s lips found his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, and Landon let out a low moan, the sound escaping before he could stop it.

“We’re just getting started,” Jeremy murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

Landon’s breath hitched as Killian’s touch became more insistent, the cool baton tracing patterns across his skin. Jeremy’s hands moved lower, teasing and taunting until Landon was writhing beneath them, his body trembling with need.

Killian’s laugh was dark, as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Landon’s ear. “You’re ours now,” he murmured. “And we’re not letting go.”

Landon’s eyes fluttered shut as sensation overwhelmed him, his body trembling with anticipation. He was completely at their mercy, and for the first time, he didn’t care. He wanted this, wanted them, and he couldn’t deny it any longer.

Landon’s breath hitched as Killian’s touch became more insistent, the cool baton pressing against him, tracing a slow, deliberate path downward. Jeremy’s hands moved to his chest, his touch teasing and taunting, until Landon was trembling beneath him.

Jeremy murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. “We’ve got you.”

Landon’s eyes fluttered shut as the sensation overwhelmed him, his body arching into their touch. He was completely at their mercy.

Chapter Text

Vaughn x Remi x Yulian

The bass of the music thrummed through the club, pulsating like a heartbeat, drowning out the whispers of the everyone dancing and drrinking in the shadows. Amid the chaos of glittering lights and swirling smoke, Remi stood at the centre  of it all, a Lord holding court. His dark eyes scanned the room, a sly smile playing on his lips as he sipped from a glass of whiskey. He was a magnet, drawing people in with his charm, his danger, his irresistible allure. But tonight, he wasn’t just looking for any distraction. He was waiting for someone specific.

And then, he saw him. Yulian.

Yulian moved through the crowd like a predator, his sharp features cutting through the haze of the club. His tailored suit clung to his frame, the fabric shifting with every step, hinting at the power coiled beneath. His icy eyes locked onto Remi’s, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk that was equal parts challenge and invitation.

Remi raised his glass in a silent toast, the amber liquid catching the light. Here we go.

Yulian approached, his presence demanding attention, though the crowd seemed to part for him instinctively. “Remi,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, yet laced with something darker. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Yulian,” Remi replied, his tone mocking but amused. “I could say the same. Though I’m not surprised. You always seem to show up where you’re least wanted.”

Yulian chuckled, low and dangerous. “And yet, you’re still talking to me. Maybe I’m exactly where you want me.”

Remi’s smile widened, and he leaned in slightly, his breath brushing Yulian’s ear. “Maybe you are.”

The tension between them crackled like a live wire, charged with unspoken desires and old rivalries. Yulian’s gaze dropped to Remi’s lips for a moment, but he quickly masked his interest with a smirk. “You know, I’ve heard rumors. Vaughn’s been awfully… distracted lately. Care to fill me in?”

Remi’s expression didn’t falter, but his eyes glinted with mischief. “Vaughn? Oh, he’s been busy. But I’m sure you already know that. You always keep tabs on him, don’t you?”

Yulian’s jaw tightened, just barely, but Remi noticed. Gotcha. “Let’s just say, I have a vested interest in what he’s up to,” Yulian replied, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

Remi laughed softly, the sound warm and inviting, but with an edge that promised trouble. “Well, if you’re so curious, why don’t we talk somewhere… private?” He set his glass down on the bar and tilted his head toward the hallway that led to the VIP rooms.

Yulian hesitated for a fraction of a second, but then he nodded. “Lead the way.”

The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner. The air was thick with the scent of leather and whiskey, the perfect setting for what was about to unfold. Remi closed the door behind them, his movements slow and deliberate, while Yulian leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, watching him like a hawk.

“So,” Yulian began, his voice low and smooth. “What’s your game, Remi? Why invite me here?”

Remi stepped closer, his every movement calculated to draw Yulian in. “Game? Who says I’m playing one? Maybe I just wanted to see what all the fuss is about. Vaughn’s obsessed with you, you know.”

Yulian raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. “Jealous?”

“Curious,” Remi corrected, his voice dropping to a whisper as he closed the distance between them. “You’re both so… intense. It’s fascinating.”

Yulian’s heart raced, but he refused to let it show. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Remi’s jawline, tilting his face up to meet his gaze. “Careful, Remi. Curiosity might just get you more than you bargained for.”

Remi’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “I’m counting on it.”

Their lips met in a searing kiss, all pent-up tension and raw desire crashing together in a single moment. Yulian’s hands tangled in Remi’s hair, pulling him closer, while Remi’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of Yulian’s shirt. The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the rustle of fabric as clothes were discarded with haste.

Yulian pushed Remi onto the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked down at him. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, trailing his fingers down Remi’s chest.

Remi arched into the touch, his breath hitching. “Then stop me.”

Yulian’s lips crashed against Remi’s again, his hands exploring every inch of his body, mapping out his curves and muscles. Their movements grew more urgent, more desperate, as the heat between them built to a fever pitch.

And then, the door creaked open.

“Well, well,” came a voice that sent a shiver down both their spines. Vaughn. He stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like I’m just in time.”

Yulian froze, his eyes narrowing as he turned to face Vaughn. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Vaughn stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “Oh, I think the better question is, what are you doing here, Yulian? Trying to steal my boyfriend? Again?”

Remi propped himself up on his elbows, his grin unapologetic. “He couldn’t resist.”

Vaughn chuckled, the sound low and wicked. “I warned you, Remi. He’s trouble.”

“And yet, you’re both here,” Remi replied, his gaze flickering between the two men. “So, what’s it going to be?”

Vaughn’s smirk widened as he approached the bed, his eyes locked on Yulian. “Oh, I think we can come to an… arrangement.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against Yulian’s cheek. “What do you say, Yulian? Care to join us?”

Yulian’s breath caught in his throat, his mind racing. He wanted to say no, to walk away, but the fire in Vaughn’s eyes was impossible to resist. He had always been drawn to Vaughn, just as Vaughn had been drawn to him. Their rivalry, their obsession—it was inevitable that it would lead to this.

“Fine,” Yulian muttered, his voice thick with desire. “But don’t expect me to play nice.”

Vaughn’s grin turned predatory. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The room blurred as the three of them came together, their bodies entwined in a tangle of passion and desire. Vaughn’s hands roamed Yulian’s body, while Remi watched with hungry eyes, his own arousal unmistakable. The lines between them blurred, their roles shifting and intertwining as they explored each other in ways they never had before.

Remi lay back, his breath hitching as Vaughn and Yulian took control, their touches igniting fires that consumed him whole. Vaughn’s lips traced a path down Remi’s neck, while Yulian’s hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer.

“You’re mine,” Vaughn whispered against Remi’s skin, his voice possessive and filled with need.

“And mine,” Yulian added, his lips brushing against Remi’s ear.

Remi gasped, his back arching as they pushed him to the edge, their combined strength and passion overwhelming him. He had never felt anything like this before, and he knew, deep down, that things would never be the same.

But for now, he let himself drown in the sensation, lost in the whirlwind of Vaughn and Yulian.

And Vaughn, his voice low and commanding, whispered, “Let’s see how much you can take, Remi…”

Vaughn’s eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity as he moved toward Remi, his silk tie in hand. Remi’s breath hitched, his dark eyes widening as he realized what was coming. Vaughn’s smirk deepened. “You’re mine, Remi,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “And tonight, you’re going to take everything we give you.”

Remi’s lips curled into a sly smile, though his heart raced. He loved this side of Vaughn—the dominant, possessive side that lit a fire in his veins. “Promises, promises,” he teased, his voice breathless as Vaughn grabbed his wrists and pulled them above his head.

Vaughn’s fingers worked quickly, binding Remi’s hands to the bedposts with the silk tie. The fabric was soft but unyielding, and Remi’s pulse quickened as he tested the restraints. “Comfortable?” Vaughn asked, his tone mocking as he leaned down to brush his lips against Remi’s ear.

Remi shivered, his body arching instinctively toward Vaughn. “You know I love it,” he breathed, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Yulian watched from the edge of the bed, his icy eyes dark with lust. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Remi’s bound form, the sight of him so vulnerable and eager sending a rush of heat through his veins. Vaughn turned to him, his smirk widening. “Your turn,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “Make him squirm.”

Yulian’s lips curved into a predatory smile as he approached the bed. He leaned over Remi, his fingers trailing lightly down the other man’s chest. “You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with insatiable hunger. “Completely at our mercy.”

Remi’s breath caught as Yulian’s fingers dipped lower, tracing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of his pants. “Yulian…” he whispered, his voice trembling with need.

“Patience,” Yulian chided, his smirk widening as he continued his slow, torturous exploration. His fingers danced over Remi’s abs, teasing the sensitive skin as he leaned down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the other man’s neck.

Remi’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping his lips as Yulian’s tongue traced a path down his throat. His body was on fire, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through him. Vaughn watched intently, his eyes dark with lust as Yulian continued his ministrations.

Yulian’s hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Remi’s pants and teasing the sensitive skin there. Remi’s hips bucked instinctively, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Yulian’s fingers brushed against his length.

“Vaughn…” Remi whimpered, his voice desperate as he looked up at the other man. “Please…”

Vaughn chuckled, his smirk widening as he leaned down to capture Remi’s lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed over Remi’s body, his touch possessive and demanding. “I told you we’d make you beg,” he murmured against Remi’s lips, his voice low and heated.

Yulian’s fingers continued their exploration, moving lower to tease Remi’s entrance. Remi’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Yulian pressed a single finger inside him. “Fuck…” he whispered, his voice trembling as Vaughn deepened the kiss.

Vaughn pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at Remi. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Let it all out, Remi. Let us hear you.”

Yulian added a second finger, his movements slow and deliberate as he stretched Remi open. Remi’s body arched off the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Yulian’s fingers brushed against that sweet spot inside him.

“Yulian, please…” Remi whimpered, his voice trembling with desperation. “I need more…”

Yulian’s smirk widened as he added a third finger, his movements becoming more urgent as he prepared Remi for what was to come. Vaughn watched intently, his hand moving to grip Remi’s hip as he leaned down to whisper in his ear. “You’re doing so well, Remi. Just keep taking it.”

Remi’s head fell back against the pillow, his body trembling as Yulian’s fingers worked him open. The pleasure was overwhelming, his mind hazy with need as Vaughn’s lips trailed down his chest. He could feel the heat building inside him, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter as Yulian’s fingers brushed against him again and again.

“Vaughn…” Remi whispered, his voice trembling as he looked up at the other man. “I need you…”

Vaughn’s smirk widened as he leaned down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to Remi’s lips. “You’ll get everything you need,” he murmured, his voice low and heated.

Yulian’s fingers moved faster, his touch becoming more insistent as he pressed Remi closer and closer to the edge. Remi’s breath came in short, shallow gasps, his body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Vaughn’s lips trailed down his chest, his tongue flicking over Remi’s nipple before he bit down gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

“Fuck…” Remi whispered, his voice trembling as his body arched off the bed. He was so close, so close…

Vaughn pulled back, his smirk widening as he looked down at Remi. “Not yet,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You’re not done yet.”

Yulian added a fourth finger, his movements becoming more urgent as he prepared Remi for what was to come. Remi’s body trembled, his back arching as Yulian’s fingers brushed against that sweet spot inside him. The pleasure was overwhelming, his mind hazy with need as Vaughn’s lips trailed down his chest.

Remi’s breath hitched as Vaughn’s fingers tightened around his wrists, the silk ties biting into his skin just enough to remind him of who was in control. Yulian hovered above him, his icy eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger that sent shivers down Remi’s spine. Vaughn leaned in, his lips brushing against Remi’s ear as he murmured, “You’re ours now.”

The words were a promise, a threat, and an inevitability all at once. Remi’s body trembled, his hips bucking involuntarily as Yulian’s fingers twisted inside him, stretching him open with a precision that bordered on cruelty. “Please,” Remi choked out, his voice ragged with desperation. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Yulian chuckled, a low, dark sound that made Remi’s stomach clench. “Patience,” he purred, his fingers curling deliberately against that spot inside Remi that made his vision blur.

Vaughn’s hands slid down Remi’s sides, his touch possessive and unyielding as he positioned himself between Remi’s legs. The weight of his gaze was enough to make Remi’s breath catch, but it was the way Vaughn’s smirk widened that ignited a fire in his core. “Ready?” Vaughn asked, though it wasn’t really a question.

Remi nodded, his words failing him as Vaughn lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Remi’s entrance. Yulian pulled his fingers out, leaving Remi feeling achingly empty for only a moment before Vaughn pushed in, slow and deliberate. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, and Remi’s back arched off the bed as he gasped for air. “Fuck…”

Vaughn didn’t stop, didn’t give him time to adjust. He buried himself to the hilt, his hands gripping Remi’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You feel incredible," Vaughn growled, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Yulian moved to kneel beside Remi, his hand wrapping around Remi’s cock in a firm grip. “Look at you,” he murmured, his thumb swiping over the tip. “So desperate, so needy.”

Remi’s head fell back against the pillows, his body caught between Vaughn’s relentless thrusts and Yulian’s teasing touch. “I can’t—I can’t—” he gasped, his words breaking into a moan as Vaughn’s hips snapped forward, driving impossibly deeper.

“You can,” Yulian corrected, his voice low and commanding. His hand tightened around Remi’s cock, his strokes matching Vaughn’s rhythm. “You’ll take everything we give you.”

Remi’s moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desperation that only seemed to spur Vaughn and Yulian on. Vaughn’s pace grew erratic, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, as he chased his own release. Yulian’s hand moved with the same urgency, his grip firm and unrelenting.

“Yulian,” Vaughn growled, his voice rough with need. “Now.”

Yulian’s smirk was all the warning Remi got before he felt the unmistakable press of Yulian’s cock against his entrance. The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning, and his body tensed in anticipation. “Wait—both of you?” he gasped, his voice trembling.

Vaughn’s hands tightened on Remi’s hips, holding him in place. “Relax,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You can take it.”

Yulian pushed in slowly, inch by excruciating inch, and Remi’s vision blurred as he was stretched to his limit. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him breathless. Vaughn’s cock filled him from one side, Yulian’s from the other, and Remi’s body was caught between them, trembling with the intensity of it all.

“Fuck,” Remi choked out, his voice breaking. "It’s too much—"

“It’s not enough,” Yulian corrected, his voice a low growl as he began to move. Their thrusts were synchronized, their cocks sliding against each other inside Remi as they drove him toward the edge. The friction was unbearable, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and Remi’s body arched off the bed as he cried out.

“That’s it,” Vaughn murmured, his voice rough with approval. “Take it. Take all of it.”

Remi’s moans were raw, unfiltered, as Vaughn and Yulian pushed him closer and closer to the brink. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, the heat between them suffocating. Remi’s hands clenched against the silk ties, his body trembling as the pressure inside him built to a crescendo.

“I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna—” Remi’s words broke off into a strangled cry as Vaughn and Yulian drove him over the edge. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his body convulsing as he came hard between them. Vaughn and Yulian followed soon after, their thrusts growing erratic as they found their own release.

The room fell silent save for the sound of their ragged breathing, their bodies tangled together in a sweaty, sated heap. Remi’s legs trembled as Vaughn and Yulian pulled out, their hands gentle as they untied the silk bonds and helped him settle against the pillows.

“You did so well,” Yulian murmured, his voice soft as he pressed a kiss to Remi’s shoulder. Vaughn didn’t say anything, but the way his hand lingered on Remi’s thigh spoke volumes.

Remi’s eyes fluttered closed, his body utterly spent. “Don’t think I’ll be moving tomorrow,” he mumbled, his voice slurred with exhaustion.

Yulian chuckled, the sound warm and satisfied. “We’ll take care of you,” he promised, his fingers brushing through Remi’s sweat-damp hair. Vaughn didn’t argue, his arm wrapping around Remi in a gesture that was as possessive as it was protective.

The air between them was charged, even in the aftermath, their bodies still humming with the echoes of what had just happened. Remi drifted off to sleep, his mind hazy but his body warm and sated, nestled between the two men who had claimed him so completely. Vaughn and Yulian exchanged a look over his head, unspoken words passing between them as they settled in close, their breaths evening out as they succumbed to exhaustion.

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Landon x Brandon x Nikolai

The air felt thick, charged with an unspoken tension as Nikolai and Jeremy sat on the couch, their eyes locked on the scene unfolding before them. Brandon and Landon, their bodies so close . The air between them crackled, and neither Nikolai nor Jeremy could look away.

“Are you seeing this?” Jeremy whispered, his voice barely audible, though it echoed loudly in the silence of the room.

Nikolai exhaled sharply, his hand tightening around the armrest. “I’m seeing it. I just… I don’t know what to think about it.”

Brandon’s lips curved into a smile as he glanced over his shoulder at Nikolai. Landon’s hands were already on Brandon’s hips, his fingers tracing the waistband of his brother’s jeans. The twins had always shared an intense bond, but this… this was something neither Nikolai nor Jeremy had expected.

His fingers dipped just under the fabric of Brandon’s shirt, brushing against his skin. “Why don’t you two come closer? Join us.”

Nikolai’s breath hitched, his eyes darting to Jeremy, who looked equally stunned. There was no hesitation in Landon’s movements now, his hand slipping lower, cupping Brandon’s ass through his jeans. Brandon let out a soft, breathy laugh, his head tilting back as Landon leaned in to press his lips to his brother’s neck.

“You’re really doing this,” Jeremy muttered, his voice a mix of disbelief and arousal. “Right here. Right in front of us.”

Brandon’s eyes fluttered open, and he locked eyes with Nikolai, his lips parting slightly. “You can watch,” he said, his voice a sultry purr. “Or you can join in. Your choice.”

Landon’s fingers moved to the button of Brandon’s jeans, popping it open with practiced ease. The sound of the zipper filled the room, and Nikolai felt his pulse quicken as Landon slid his hand inside, his fingers brushing against the thin fabric of Brandon’s boxers.

“Oh, fuck,” Jeremy groaned, his hand instinctively moving to his own jeans, gripping the fabric tightly.

Landon’s fingers teased, tracing the outline of Brandon’s growing hardness through the fabric before slipping beneath the waistband. Brandon gasped, his back arching as Landon’s fingers wrapped around him, stroking him slowly.

“Damn,” Nikolai muttered, his voice thick with desire. He could feel his own arousal building, his body responding to the sight before him.

Landon’s free hand moved to Brandon’s hips, pulling him closer as he continued to stroke him, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Brandon’s breath came in short, uneven gasps, his hands gripping Landon’s shoulders for support.

“You like that, don’t you?” Landon whispered, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear.

Brandon nodded, his eyes closing as he let out a low moan.

Jeremy shifted in his seat, his eyes darting between the twins and Nikolai. “Are we really just going to sit here and watch this?”

Nikolai didn’t respond, his eyes locked on Brandon, who was panting now, his body trembling under Landon’s touch. Landon’s fingers moved faster, his grip tightening as he stroked Brandon to the edge.

“Fuck, Lan…” Brandon gasped, his hips jerking forward as he came, his release spilling over Landon’s fingers.

Landon pulled his hand away, a smirk playing on his lips as he licked his fingers clean. “You’re such a mess,” he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Nikolai couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up, his eyes blazing as he crossed the room to where the twins stood. “My turn,” he growled, pulling Brandon into a searing kiss.

Brandon moaned into the kiss, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Nikolai’s hands moved to Brandon’s hips, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against Brandon’s.

Jeremy was on his feet now, moving toward Landon with a look of hunger in his eyes. “You’ve had your fun with him,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Now it’s my turn.”

Landon grinned, his hands moving to Jeremy’s waist as he pulled him into a kiss. Jeremy’s hands slid under Landon’s shirt, his fingers trailing over his skin as he pushed the shirt up and over his head.

Nikolai’s hands were already at the waistband of Brandon’s jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. Brandon’s breath hitched as Nikolai’s fingers brushed against his sensitive skin, his body still tingling from his earlier release.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous Lotus-flower ~ ” Nikolai muttered, his lips trailing down Brandon’s neck as he pushed him back onto the couch.

Brandon’s back hit the cushions, his legs falling open as Nikolai positioned himself between them. His fingers traced the inside of Brandon’s thighs, sending shivers through his body.

“Please....fuckk...Niko,” Brandon whispered, his voice barely audible as he looked up at Nikolai with desperate eyes.

Nikolai didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned down, his lips closing around Brandon’s cock, savoring the taste of him as he took him deep into his mouth. Brandon’s hands tangled in Nikolai’s hair, his hips jerking upward as Nikolai’s tongue worked its magic.

Jeremy and Landon were tangled together on the other side of the bed, their bodies pressed together as Jeremy’s hands explored every inch of Landon’s skin. Landon’s breath came in short, uneven gasps as Jeremy’s lips trailed down his chest, his teeth grazing his nipple.

“Jer… fuck,” Landon groaned, his fingers gripping Jeremy’s shoulders as he rocked his hips forward.

Jeremy’s hands moved to Landon’s jeans, popping the button and pulling them down in one swift motion. Landon’s cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. Jeremy didn’t hesitate, his lips closing around him as he took him deep into his mouth.

Landon’s head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips as Jeremy’s tongue teased and stroked him. “Oh, god… yes…”

Nikolai pulled away from Brandon, his eyes blazing with desire as he positioned himself at his entrance. “You’re mine, baby,” he growled, pushing into him with one swift thrust.

Brandon cried out, his back arching as Nikolai filled him, his body stretching to accommodate him. “Oh, fuck… Niko…”

Jeremy pulled away from Landon, his lips swollen and wet as he looked down at him. “You’re mine, Little devil,” he said, his voice rough with need.

Landon nodded, his hands gripping Jeremy’s hips as he positioned himself at his entrance. “Fuck me, Jer… now…”

Jeremy didn’t need to be asked twice. He pushed into Landon, his cock sliding in with ease as Landon’s body welcomed him. “Oh, god… you’re so tight…”

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans as Nikolai and Jeremy thrust into their lovers. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the intensity of their passion overwhelming.

Brandon’s hands gripped the cushions, his body trembling as Nikolai fucked him with relentless intensity. “Mmm.... fuckk… Niko…”

Nikolai’s hands moved to Brandon’s hips, holding him steady as he drove into him, his cock hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur. “You’re so tight, Baby… so fucking perfect…”

Jeremy’s thrusts were just as relentless, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he pounded into him. Landon’s moans were music to his ears, his body writhing beneath him as he took him deeper with every thrust.

“Jer… fuckk… harder…” Landon gasped, his hands gripping Jeremy’s arms as he rocked his hips back to meet his thrusts.

Their moans filled the room, their bodies moving in sync with their lovers’ as Nikolai and Jeremy took them to the edge. The intensity of their passion was overwhelming, their bodies consumed by the fire of their desire.

“I’m s-so close…” Brandon gasped, his nails digging into Nikolai’s shoulders as he felt his orgasm building.

Nikolai’s thrusts grew faster, his cock hitting that spot inside Brandon that made his vision blur. “Come for me, Baby…”

Brandon cried out, his body trembling as he came, his release spilling over his stomach. Nikolai followed close behind, his own orgasm crashing over him as he came inside Brandon, his body shuddering with the force of it.

Jeremy’s thrusts grew erratic as he felt his own orgasm coming. “Fuckk… I’m going to…”

Landon’s body tensed, his cock throbbing as he came over his stomach. Jeremy followed close behind, his own orgasm crashing over him as he came inside Landon.

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the soft panting of their breaths as they came down from their highs. Nikolai and Jeremy exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire.

“Switch?” Jeremy asked, his voice rough with need.

Nikolai nodded, his eyes dark with hunger. “Switch.”

Brandon’s eyes flicked open in surprise, not expecting this at all.

Landon was now smirking, his body still tingling from his orgasm. “Oh? this is interesting~”

Nikolai pulled out of Brandon and moved towards Landon. Jeremy did the same, his eyes locked on Brandon as he positioned himself between his legs.

“Ready for round two?” Nikolai asked, his voice low and teasing.

Landon’s grin widened, his body already tingling with anticipation. “Always.”

Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk as he positioned himself at Brandon’s entrance. “You’re not going to last, are you?”

Brandon’s laugh was breathless, his body still trembling from his earlier orgasm.

Nikolai’s cock slid into Landon, his body trembling as he felt the tight heat of him around him. “Fuck, Lan… you’re so tight…”

Jeremy pushed into Brandon, his cock sliding in with ease as Brandon’s body welcomed him. “You’re so perfect, Bran… so fucking perfect…”

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the sharp slap of skin against skin as Nikolai and Jeremy thrust into their lovers. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the intensity of their passion overwhelming.

Brandon’s hands gripped the cushions, his body trembling as Jeremy fucked him with relentless intensity. “Oh, fuck… Jeremy… don’t stop…”

Nikolai’s thrusts were just as relentless, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he pounded into him. Landon’s moans were music to his ears, his body writhing beneath him as he took him deeper with every thrust.

“Nikolai… yes… harder…” Landon gasped, his hands gripping Nikolai’s arms as he rocked his hips back to meet his thrusts.

The twins’ moans filled the room, their bodies moving in sync with their lovers’ as Nikolai and Jeremy took them to the edge. The intensity of their passion was overwhelming, their bodies consumed by the fire of their desire.

“I’m g-going to…” Brandon gasped, his nails digging into Jeremy’s shoulders as he felt his orgasm building.

Jeremy’s thrusts grew faster, his cock hitting that spot inside Brandon that made his vision blur.

Brandon gasped as he came over his stomach. Jeremy followed, his own orgasm crashing over him as he released into Brandon.

Nikolai’s thrusts became more harder, his body trembling as he felt his own orgasm "fuck… so tight”

Landon’s body tensed, his cock throbbing as he came. Nikolai came hard inside him.

Nikolai’s breath hitched as he pulled out of Landon, his chest heaving. He glanced over at Jeremy, who was still buried deep inside Brandon, their bodies pressed together as Jeremy’s hips stuttered to a stop. The room was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and desire, the air heavy with the sound of ragged breaths and soft moans.

Jeremy leaned down, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “You’re so damn perfect,” he whispered, his voice rough with arousal. Brandon shuddered beneath him, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. His skin was flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

Landon, lying next to them, propped himself up on one elbow, a devilish grin spreading across his face. His eyes were dark with satisfaction, and he looked every bit the dominant figure he was. “You alright there, little brother?” he teased, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Brandon’s forehead.

Nikolai and Jeremy exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with hunger. Without a word, they shifted positions, their movements deliberate and unhurried. Nikolai moved toward Brandon, his hands sliding over the younger man’s hips as he settled between his legs. Jeremy, meanwhile, turned his attention to Landon, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine before moving lower.

He positioned himself behind Landon, his hands gripping the twin’s hips firmly. Landon glanced over his shoulder, his grin widening.

Nikolai, meanwhile, grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, slicking himself up before positioning himself at Brandon’s entrance. He looked into Brandon’s eyes, his gaze intense. “Ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Brandon nodded, his breath hitching as Nikolai slowly pushed inside. The stretch was familiar but still intense, and Brandon let out a shaky moan as Nikolai buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck… you feel so good,” Nikolai groaned, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips tightly.

Jeremy was equally focused on Landon. He’d prepped him thoroughly, his fingers working the twin open until he was begging for more. Now, Jeremy positioned himself behind Landon, his cock pressing against his entrance. “You sure you can handle more?” he teased, though his voice was strained with need.

Landon smirked, glancing over his shoulder. “I’m not the one who’s gonna be begging for mercy,” he shot back, his tone cocky.

Jeremy chuckled, but there was no more teasing. He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, groaning as Landon’s tight heat enveloped him. “Christ, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he began to move.

Nikolai and Jeremy moved in sync, and the other Landon makes eye contact with Brandon and smirks, leaning down and kissing him. Both of them moaning into the kiss.

Brandon’s body arching as Nikolai hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Mmm....fuck...” he cried into the kiss.

Nikolai smirked, his pace increasing as he aimed for that spot again and again. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with arousal.

Landon was equally vocal in the kiss, mixed with the occasional curse as Jeremy pounded into him relentlessly. The both of then stop kissing to catch their breaths.

“Harder,” Landon demanded Jeremy, his voice a growl. “I can take it.”

Jeremy obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his grip on Landon’s hips tightening. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he muttered, his voice strained.

Brandon was, pliant and vocal, crying out with every thrust; Landon, commanding and unyielding, his voice a mixture of pleasure and challenge. But both were equally arousing, and Nikolai and Jeremy were lost in the sensation, their own pleasure building rapidly.

It didn’t take long for the tension to reach its peak. Nikolai’s thrusts became erratic, his body trembling as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Baby… I’m so close,” he warned, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Brandon nodded, his own body tightening as he felt Nikolai’s cock twitching inside him. “Me too,” he gasped, his fingers digging into Nikolai’s arms.

With a few final, desperate thrusts, Nikolai came hard, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside Brandon. Brandon’s orgasm followed moments later, his body convulsing as he cried out Nikolai’s name.

Across the room, Jeremy wasn’t far behind. His thrusts became more erratic as he felt his own release approaching. “Lan… fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping the twin’s hips tightly.

Landon smirked, glancing over his shoulder. “Let go,” he said, his voice a low, commanding growl.

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice. With a few final, desperate thrusts, he came hard, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside Landon. Landon’s body tensed, his own orgasm crashing over him as he let out a low, guttural moan.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional gasp. The four men lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and their minds hazy with pleasure.

Jeremy was the first to speak, his voice a low whisper. “That was… intense.”

Landon chuckled, low and deep. “You’re welcome,” he replied, his tone teasing.

Nikolai smirked, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Brandon’s hip. “You two are something else,” he said, his voice filled with admiration.

Brandon blushed; his cheeks still flushed from the intensity of his orgasm. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he replied, his voice soft.

The four of them lay there, their bodies tangled together, their hearts racing.

Nikolai leaned down, capturing Brandon’s lips in a slow, tender kiss. Jeremy, meanwhile, wrapped his arms around Landon, pulling him close as he pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, and Landon was holding Brandon's hand.

Chapter Text

Eli x Killian

The bass thumped through the club, pulsating against Killian’s chest as he swayed to the rhythm, a drink in one hand and a lazy smile on his lips. He caught sight of Eli across the room, his husband leaning against the bar, those dark eyes locked on him like a predator stalking its prey. Eli’s gaze was intense, possessive, and Killian felt a shiver run down his spine. It was the kind of look that made him feel both desired and owned, and he loved it.

Killian turned back to the dance floor, letting the music take over. He didn’t notice the man approaching him at first, not until he felt a hand on his waist. He froze, his smile faltering as he turned to see a stranger, tall and confident, leaning in too close.

“Hey, gorgeous,” the man purred, his voice dripping with flirtation. “You look like you could use a dance partner.”
Killian opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say a word, Eli was there. His presence was like a storm, sudden and overwhelming.

“Get your hands off him.”
The stranger’s eyes widened as he took in Eli’s towering frame, the way his jaw clenched and his fists balled at his sides. There was no mistaking the fury in his voice, the protectiveness that radiated from him. The man stepped back, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Hey, man, no harm meant,” he said, but Eli wasn’t listening. His eyes burned with a fire that could have scorched the entire club, and his hand shot out to grab Killian’s wrist, pulling him away with a force that left no room for argument.

Killian stumbled as Eli dragged him through the crowd, the possessive grip on his wrist unyielding.
“Eli, slow down—” Killian protested, his voice tinged with irritation, but Eli didn’t stop. He barreled through the throng of people, his expression dark, his mind consumed by a single, overwhelming thought: Mine.

The cool night air hit them as Eli pushed through the club’s exit, Killian stumbling behind him. The valet had already brought their car around, and Eli practically shoved Killian into the passenger seat before slamming the door shut and climbing into the driver’s side.
The engine roared to life, and Eli peeled out of the parking lot, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Killian glanced at him, trying to gauge his mood, but Eli’s face was unreadable, his jaw set in a hard line.

“Eli,” Killian started, his voice softer now, “what’s going on? Why are you—”

“Don’t.” Eli cut him off, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t act like you don’t know what that was back there.”

Killian blinked, confusion flickering across his features. “It was nothing. Just some guy being stupid. I didn’t—”

“He touched you,” Eli snarled, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. “He thought he could just put his hands on what’s mine.”
Killian fell silent, his heart pounding in his chest. It was electrifying, terrifying, and oddly thrilling all at once, to see Eli this jealous.

The drive back to their mansion was a blur, Eli’s foot heavy on the gas as he navigated the winding roads. When they finally pulled into the driveway, Eli was out of the car before Killian could even unbuckle his seatbelt. He yanked open the passenger door, his grip firm but not painful as he pulled Killian out and dragged him toward the house.

The moment the front door slammed shut behind them, Eli pressed Killian against the wall, his body a cage of muscle and heat. His hands framed Killian’s face, his eyes searching his for something—permission, maybe, or a sign that Killian was just as consumed by this as he was.

“You’re mine,” Eli growled, his voice a low, guttural sound that sent a shiver down Killian’s spine. “Do you understand that? No one touches you. No one even looks at you like that.”

Killian’s breath hitched, his body responding to the raw intensity in Eli’s voice. “I’m yours,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Always.”

Eli’s lips crashed onto his, a kiss that was more possession than affection. It was hungry, desperate, and it left Killian weak in the knees. Eli’s hands moved down his body, tugging at his clothes with a frantic urgency, as if he needed to feel every inch of him, to remind himself that Killian was his and his alone.

Killian moaned into the kiss, his hands fumbling with Eli’s shirt, desperate to get it off, to feel the warmth of his skin against his own. But Eli wasn’t patient. He broke the kiss long enough to pull Killian’s shirt over his head, his lips immediately finding the sensitive skin of his neck, nipping and sucking until Killian was gasping for air.

“Eli,” Killian breathed, his fingers tangling in his husband’s hair. “I—”

Eli silenced him with another kiss, his hands sliding down to grip Killian’s hips, lifting him off the ground and carrying him up the stairs. Killian wrapped his legs around Eli’s waist, clinging to him as Eli carried him to their bedroom, his mind hazy with desire and need.

Eli laid him down on the bed, his hands roaming over Killian’s body with a possessiveness that left no doubt about who he belonged to. “Say it again,” Eli demanded, his voice rough, his eyes dark with lust.

“I’m yours,” Killian whispered, his voice trembling. “Only yours.”

Eli’s lips descended on his once more, his hands exploring every inch of Killian’s body, claiming him, marking him as his own. Killian arched into his touch, his body on fire with a need that only Eli could satisfy.

The night was a blur of heat and passion, of whispered promises and desperate pleas. And when it was over, when Killian lay gasping and trembling in Eli’s arms, Eli pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, his touch gentle now, almost reverent.

“Mine,” Eli whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Yours,” Killian replied, his eyes already drifting shut. “Always.”

And as Eli held him close, his arms tight around him, Killian couldn’t help but feel a sense of calm. It was dangerous, this obsession Eli had for him, but it was also intoxicating. And in that moment, he wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world.The room was silent now, save for the soft sound of their breathing. Eli’s lips brushed against Killian’s temple, his voice a whisper in the darkness.

“Sleep, love. I’ve got you.”

And with that, Killian let himself drift off, safe in the knowledge that he was, and always would be, Eli’s.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, but Eli was already awake. His gaze lingered on Killian’s sleeping form, the rise and fall of his chest, the way his dark lashes fanned against his cheeks. Eli’s obsession was a living, breathing thing, coiled tight in his chest, and he couldn’t resist reminding Killian exactly who he belonged to.
Eli slid down the bed, the sheets rustling softly as he settled between Killian’s thighs. He pressed a kiss to Killian’s inner thigh, his lips trailing up, slow and deliberate, until he reached the sensitive spot that made Killian stir. Killian’s breath hitched, his legs shifting instinctively, and Eli’s hands gripped his thighs, holding him in place.

“Eli…” Killian murmured, his voice thick with sleep, but it was cut off by a sharp gasp as Eli’s tongue swiped over him, teasing and relentless.
Eli didn’t wait for Killian to fully wake up. He wanted him like this, half-lost in dreams, his body already responding to Eli’s touch. Eli’s tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles, tasting him, savoring him. His eyes never left Killian’s face, watching every flicker of pleasure, every hitch of breath, every soft moan that escaped his lips.

“Eli,” Killian breathed, his fingers tangling in Eli’s hair, tugging gently. His hips bucked, chasing the sensation, but Eli held him firmly, not letting him take control. “God, Eli, please…”

Eli hummed against him, the vibration sending a shiver up Killian’s spine. His nails dug into Killian’s thighs, leaving faint marks, a reminder of who was in charge. He could feel the way Killian’s body trembled, the way his pulse quickened under his lips. It was intoxicating, knowing he could reduce Killian to this, knowing he was the only one who could.

Killian’s back arched off the bed, his head falling back against the pillows as Eli’s tongue dipped lower, teasing him in a way that made his toes curl. “Eli, Mmm—fuckk, I’m close,” he gasped, his voice breaking.

Eli didn’t slow down. He wanted to see Killian fall apart, wanted to hear the sounds he made when he came undone. His grip on Killian’s thighs tightened, his tongue relentless as it worked him over. He could feel the moment Killian’s control snapped, his body tensing, his hips jerking as he came with a cry of Eli’s name.
Eli didn’t stop until Killian was trembling, his body spent, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Only then did he pull back, pressing a kiss to the inside of Killian’s thigh before climbing back up the bed.

Killian’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze hazy with pleasure as he looked up at Eli. “You’re… you’re insatiable,” he murmured, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

Eli smirked, leaning down to capture Killian’s lips in a slow, possessive kiss. “And you’re mine,” he said, his voice low, a promise and a warning all in one.
Killian’s fingers traced Eli’s jaw, his smile soft and fond. “Always,” he whispered, pulling Eli down for another kiss.

Eli could have stayed there forever, wrapped up in Killian, the warmth of his body, the taste of his lips. But he had other plans. He pulled back, nipping at Killian’s lower lip before sitting up.

“Get up,” Eli said, his tone firm but playful. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Killian raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh really? And what do you have in mind?”

Eli stood, pulling Killian to his feet with him. “You’ll see,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, possessive growl. “But first, the shower.”
Killian laughed, letting Eli lead him to the bathroom. The steam from the shower filled the room, wrapping around them as Eli turned the water on. He stepped under the spray, pulling Killian with him, the warm water falling on their bodies.

Eli’s hands were everywhere, sliding over Killian’s skin, washing away any lingering traces of the night before. His touches were firm, possessive, as if he was branding Killian all over again. Killian leaned into him, his hands resting on Eli’s chest, his head tipped back under the water.
“You’re being extra possessive today,” Killian murmured, a smile playing on his lips.

Eli’s hands stilled, his gaze locking on Killian’s. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and intense. “And I’ll remind you of that as often as I need to.”
Killian’s smile softened, his fingers tracing Eli’s jaw. “Please do,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It makes me obsessed with you too.”

Eli’s eyes darkened, and he pulled Killian closer, his lips capturing his in a fierce, claiming kiss. The water beat down around them, the steam thickening the air, but neither of them noticed. All that mattered was the heat between them, the way their bodies fit together, the way Eli’s touch left Killian breathless.

Eli’s hands slid down Killian’s back, pulling him closer, the water slick between their bodies. Killian’s fingers tangled in Eli’s hair, his body pressing flush against his, the heat between them building with every touch, every kiss.

“Eli,” Killian gasped, his voice breaking as Eli’s lips trailed down his neck. “Fuckk...I need you…”

Eli didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped Killian’s hips, lifting him effortlessly, pressing him back against the shower wall. Killian’s legs wrapped around Eli’s waist, his nails digging into his shoulders as Eli positioned himself.

The first thrust was slow, deliberate, Eli’s eyes never leaving Killian’s face. Watch me, those eyes seemed to say, and Killian couldn’t look away. Every thrust was a claim, every gasp a reminder of the bond between them. The water beat down around them, the steam fogging the glass, but Eli’s focus was solely on Killian.

"Mine,” Eli growled, his voice rough with need. “Say it.”
“Yours,” Killian gasped, his body trembling with the force of his pleasure. “Only yours.”

Eli’s pace quickened, his hands gripping Killian’s hips hard enough to leave marks. He wanted to brand him, to make sure the whole world knew who Killian belonged to. Killian’s head fell back against the wall, his moans filling the small space, mingling with the sound of the water.

“Eli, I’m—” Killian’s voice broke, his body tightening, his nails digging into Eli’s skin.

“Come for me, Darling~” Eli demanded, his voice a low, possessive growl. “Let me feel you.”

Killian’s body obeyed, his release crashing over him in waves, his cries of Eli’s name echoing in the shower. Eli followed him over the edge, his own release shuddering through him, his grip on Killian’s hips unrelenting.

They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling, their bodies still connected. Eli’s forehead rested against Killian’s, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.

“You’re mine,” Eli murmured, his voice soft but no less intense. “Never forget that.”
Killian’s hands cradled Eli’s face, his smile tender. “I won’t,” he promised, his voice just as soft. “I’m yours. Always.”
Eli’s lips found Killian’s again, the kiss lingering, a silent promise between them. The water beat down around them, the steam thickening the air, but neither of them noticed. All that mattered was the heat between them, the way their bodies fit together, the way Eli’s touch left Killian breathless.

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Killian x Gareth x Kayden

Gareth stirred in his sleep, the faint brush of lips against his own pulling him from the depths of unconsciousness. His eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his vision as he registered the figure looming over him. “Killian…?” he muttered, voice thick with sleep. But before he could say more, Killian’s mouth crashed down on his again, silencing any protest.

Gareth’s hands instinctively reached up to push him away, but Killian was faster. He grabbed Gareth’s wrists, pinning them above his head with a firm grip. “Shh, brother,” Killian murmured, his breath hot against areth’s ear. “Just let me have this.”

Gareth’s heart raced, a mix of shock and something else—something that made his stomach twist in a way he didn’t want to acknowledge. “Killian, what the hell are you—” Killian’s lips cut him off again, this time deeper, more insistent. His tongue slid into Gareth’s mouth, claiming it like he owned it. And Gareth, despite himself, found his body responding, a low moan escaping him.

Killian smirked against his lips, pulling back just enough to whisper, “You don’t belong to him. You’re mine.” Before Gareth could process the words, Killian was moving, his hands tearing at Gareth’s clothes. The cool air hit Gareth’s bare skin as his shirt was ripped away, followed by his pants. He was completely exposed now, his growing arousal betraying the conflict in his mind.

Killian’s hands roamed Gareth’s body, rough and demanding, leaving trails of heat in their wake. “Fuck,” Gareth gasped, his head falling back against the pillows. “Killian, stop—this is—”

“Wrong?” Killian finished for him, his voice dripping with mockery. “Is that what you were going to say? Because the way you’re arching into my touch tells a different story.” His fingers brushed over Gareth’s cock, earning a sharp intake of breath. “You always were a terrible liar, brother.”

Gareth’s mind was spinning, torn between the reality of what was happening and the undeniable pleasure coursing through his veins. He barely registered Killian reaching for something—rope, he realized too late—until his wrists were being tied to the headboard. “Killian!” he protested, pulling at the restraints. But Killian only laughed, low and dark.

“Relax, sunshine,” Killian said, his voice smooth as he leaned down to kiss Gareth’s neck. “You’re going to thank me for this.” His lips trailed lower, over Gareth’s chest, his stomach, until he was kneeling between Gareth’s spread legs. Gareth’s breath hitched as Killian’s tongue flicked over the head of his cock, teasingly slow.

“Fuck, Killian,” Gareth moaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. Killian chuckled, the vibration sending shivers down Gareth’s spine. “Patience, big bro,” Killian murmured before taking Gareth’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard. Gareth’s eyes rolled back, a string of curses falling from his lips.

But Killian didn’t stop there. His fingers trailed down, pressing against Gareth’s entrance. Gareth tensed, but Killian was relentless, easing a finger inside despite the resistance. “Killian, wait—” @Gareth gasped, but Killian silenced him with another deep kiss, his finger curling just right to make Gareth’s toes curl.

By the time Killian added a second finger, Gareth was a writhing mess, his moans filling the room. “You’re so fucking tight,” Killian growled, his voice rough withdesire. “This is how you should always be—spread out, moaning, for me.”

Gareth’s mind was a haze of pleasure and guilt, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt—how right it felt, despite everything. He was so lost in the sensation that he didn’t hear the door open, didn’t notice the figure standing in the doorway until Kayden’s voice broke the spell.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Kayden’s voice was sharp, but there was something else in his tone—something that made Killian smirk as he looked up.

“Join us,” Killian said, his voice low and inviting. “He’s not just yours anymore.”

Kayden’s eyes widened, his gaze flickering between Killian and Gareth, who was panting and flushed, his cock still hard and leaking. For a moment, Kayden seemed torn, but then something in him snapped. He stepped into the room, his eyes dark with desire.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Kayden muttered as he began to undress. “But you’re right. He’s not just mine.”

Gareth’s breath caught as Kayden joined them on the bed, his hands immediately exploring Gareth’s body in a way that was both familiar and new. “God, you’re beautiful like this,” Kayden whispered, his lips finding Gareth’s in a heated kiss. Gareth moaned into it, his body responding eagerly.

Killian didn’t waste any time. He positioned himself behind Gareth, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips as he lined himself up. “Ready, sunshine?” Killian asked, his voice dripping with teasing cruelty. Gareth nodded, unable to form words as Killian pushed inside, filling him completely.

The sensation was overwhelming, Killian’s thick cock stretching him in a way that made Gareth’s eyes roll back. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Killian groaned, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Gareth moaned, his body arching as Kayden put his cock into Gareth's mouth.

The dual sensations were too much, Gareth’s mind spiraling into a haze of pleasure. “You’re such a good boy,” Kayden murmured, his words sending a shiver down Gareth’s spine. “Taking us both so well.”

“That’s it, brother,” Killian growled, his thrusts growing harder, deeper. “Let us ruin you.”

Gareth’s moans grew louder, his body trembling as he neared the edge. “Please,” he begged, his voice raw and desperate. “More—God, more—”

Kayden pulled back, his eyes meeting Killian’s. “You heard him,” Kayden said, his voice low. “Let’s give him what he wants.”

Killian smirked, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips tighter as he pulled out, only to push back in with a rough thrust. Kayden positioned himself behind Gareth, his cock pressing against Gareth’s entrance too. “Relax, love,” Kayden whispered, his voice soft despite the intensity in his eyes. “We’ve got you.”

Gareth’s breath hitched as Kayden pushed inside, the stretch overwhelming but not painful. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gareth chanted, his body shaking as he was filled completely. The feeling of both of them inside him, moving in unison, was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

“You’re doing so well,” Kayden praised, his hands running over Gareth’s chest. “So perfect for us.”

“Mine,” Killian growled, his thrusts growing more erratic. “You’re mine, Brother.”

Gareth’s mind was blank, his body a live wire of pleasure as he teetered on the edge. “I—I can’t—” he stammered, his words cut off by a strangled moan as @Killian and Kayden hit that perfect spot inside him.

“Come for us,” Kayden whispered, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear. “Show us how much you love this.”

That was all it took. Gareth’s body convulsed, his release hitting him like a tidal wave as he came untouched, his cry echoing through the room. Killian and Kayden weren’t far behind, their own moans mingling with Gareth’s as they spilled inside him.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Gareth’s body was limp, his mind utterly blank as he floated in the aftermath. He was vaguely aware of Killian and Kayden pulling out, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

“Look at him,” Killian said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Completely ruined.”

“He’s perfect,” Kayden agreed, his hand brushing a strand of hair from Gareth’s forehead. “Absolutely perfect.”

Gareth’s eyes fluttered shut, the weight of their words settling over him like a warm blanket. He wasn’t sure what this meant, wasn’t sure what would happen next. But in that moment, he didn’t care. He was theirs, completely and utterly. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Vaughn x Yulian

The door creaked open, a sliver of moonlight slicing through the darkness of Vaughn’s bedroom. He was already sitting up in bed, the sheets pooled around his waist, his heart pounding in anticipation. He’d been back for less than an hour, but he knew. He always knew when Yulian was near.

The figure slipped inside, silent as a shadow, and Vaughn’s breath hitched. “Miss me?” Yulian’s voice was low, a velvet purr that sent shivers down Vaughn’s spine.

Vaughn didn’t answer with words. He couldn’t. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Yulian’s wrist as he stepped closer. That was all the invitation Yulian needed. In one swift movement, he was on the bed, his body pressing Vaughn down into the mattress, his lips capturing Vaughn’s in a kiss that was all fire and desperation.

It had only been a week, but it felt like an eternity. Vaughn’s hands tangled in Yulian’s hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until they were both gasping for air. Yulian’s lips trailed down Vaughn’s neck, nipping and suckling at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that would be impossible to hide. “You’re mine,” Yulian growled against his skin, his voice possessive and raw.

“Always,” Vaughn breathed, his head falling back as Yulian’s teeth scraped over his collarbone.

Yulian’s hands were everywhere, mapping Vaughn’s body as if he needed to relearn every inch of him. His fingers brushed over Vaughn’s nipples, teasing them into hard peaks before his mouth followed, laving and biting until Vaughn was writhing beneath him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Yulian murmured, his breath hot against Vaughn’s skin as he moved lower, trailing kisses down his chest, his stomach, until he reached the waistband of Vaughn’s boxers.

Vaughn’s hips bucked, but Yulian pinned him down with one hand, his other hooking into the fabric and tugging it down slowly, agonizingly so. “Yulian,” Vaughn groaned, his voice breaking as Yulian’s lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

“Patience,” Yulian chuckled, his teeth grazing the spot where Vaughn’s thigh met his hip, leaving a mark that would sting in the morning. Vaughn hissed, his fingers clutching the sheets as Yulian’s tongue laved over the bite, soothing the sting before he moved lower, his breath hot against Vaughn’s cock.

“Yulian, please,” Vaughn begged, his voice trembling with need.

Yulian smirked, his eyes dark with lust as he looked up at Vaughn. “You want me to take care of you, Mishka?” he asked, his voice dripping with honeyed malice. Vaughn nodded frantically, and Yulian chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “Good boy.”

Without another word, Yulian made Vaughn suck him, his tongue swirling around the tip before he took him deeper, his throat relaxing around Yulian’s length. Yulian groaned, his hips jerking as Vaughn worked him, his hand moving in tandem with his mouth until Vaughn was teetering on the edge.

Yulian came inside, and Vaughn took in every drop. Yulian climbed back up Vaughn’s body, kissing him deeply.

Yulian reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the lube he’d stashed there earlier. He squirted some onto his fingers, warming it up before he trailed his hand down Vaughn’s body, his fingers brushing against his entrance. Vaughn’s breath caught, his body tensing for a moment before he forced himself to relax.

“That’s it,” Yulian murmured, kissing Vaughn’s neck as he pressed one finger inside, slowly working him open. “You’re doing so good for me, mishka.”

Vaughn’s nails dug into Yulian’s back as he added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch Vaughn further. “More,” Vaughn panted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yulian obliged, adding a third finger and curling them just right, hitting the spot that made Vaughn cry out. “Fuckkk.... Yulian!”

Yulian smirked, his fingers still moving inside Vaughn as he kissed him deeply. “You’re so tight,” he murmured against Vaughn’s lips. “I’m not gonna last long once I’m inside you.”

“Then stop teasing me,” Vaughn gasped, his hips bucking against Yulian’s hand.

Yulian chuckled, but he did as Vaughn asked, removing his fingers and slicking up his cock. He positioned himself at Vaughn’s entrance, his eyes locking with Vaughn’s as he pushed in slowly, inch by torturous inch. Vaughn’s breath hitched, his body stretching to accommodate Yulian’s size, but the pleasure quickly outweighed the pain.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Yulian groaned, his hips snapping forward once he was fully seated inside Vaughn.

Vaughn wrapped his legs around Yulian’s waist, pulling him closer as Yulian began to move, his thrusts hard and deep. Each one hit Vaughn’s prostate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. “Yulian!” Vaughn cried out, his fingers digging into Yulian’s back as the pleasure built, threatening to overwhelm him.

Yulian’s lips found Vaughn’s again, swallowing his moans as he fucked him harder, faster, until they were both teetering on the edge. “Come for me, mishka,” Yulian growled against Vaughn’s lips, his hand wrapping around Vaughn’s cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts.

That was all it took. Vaughn came with a cry, his body convulsing as Yulian continued to pound into him, chasing his own release. It didn’t take long. With a guttural moan, Yulian came deep inside Vaughn, his hips stuttering as he rode out his orgasm.

For a moment, they just lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then Yulian pulled out, grabbing a towel and gently cleaning Vaughn up before tossing it aside and pulling him into his arms. “You’re not going anywhere tomorrow,” Yulian murmured, his lips brushing against Vaughn’s forehead.

Vaughn chuckled weakly, his body already heavy with exhaustion. “You’re such an asshole,” he muttered, but there was no heat in his words.

Yulian smirked, his fingers trailing down Vaughn’s spine. “But you love me,” he said, his voice soft but confident.

Vaughn didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Instead, he curled closer to Yulian, his eyes drifting closed as sleep claimed him. Yulian held him tightly, a satisfied smile on his lips. Vaughn was his. Finally, completely, irrevocably his.

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Jeremy x Landon

The scent of sandalwood mingled in the air, the warm water sloshed gently against the bath. Landon leaned back, his arms splayed over the edge, the water lapping at his chest as he smirked at Jeremy across from him. His dark hair clung to his forehead, damp and unruly, and his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“You know,” Landon drawled, his voice smooth and teasing, “I always thought the heathens mansion had a certain... charm. But I have to admit, watching it burn was spectacular. The way the flames rose up the walls, devouring everything in their path—artistic, really.”

Jeremy’s brow arched, his lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile. He leaned forward, the water rippling around him as he rested his elbows on the edge of the tub. His gaze was sharp, predatory, and Landon felt a thrill shoot through him.

“Careful, little devil,” Jeremy murmured, his voice low and honeyed. “You’re treading on thin ice. .”

Landon tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Oh, darling, don’t be so dramatic. It was just a house. Besides, I’m sure your ex—what was her name? Cecily?—would agree that it was an improvement. She always did have a thing for me, didn’t she? Poor girl couldn’t resist.”

Jeremy’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes darkened, the playful glint replaced with something more intense. He reached out, his fingers trailing through the water before they found Landon’s thigh beneath the surface. His grip tightened, and Landon’s breath hitched.

“Cecily,” Jeremy said, his voice dangerously soft, “was a passing fancy. But you, little devil... you’re unforgettable. Remember that night in the forest? When I had you pinned against that tree, your hands clawing at the bark, begging for more?”

Landon’s cheeks flushed, his heart racing as the memory flooded back. He could still feel the rough bark against his skin, the heat of Jeremy’s body pressing into him, the way his voice had been rough and commanding. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure, but Jeremy’s hand was inching higher, his nails digging into Landon’s skin just enough to sting.

“I remember,” Landon said, his voice a little breathless. “But I also remember how I made you beg afterward. How you couldn’t get enough of me.”

Jeremy chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Landon’s spine. “You talk too much, little devil,” he said, leaning in closer. His breath was warm against Landon’s ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. “Maybe it’s time I reminded you who’s in charge.”

Before Landon could respond, Jeremy’s hand moved, the sharp slap of his palm against Landon’s ass echoing. The sting was immediate, and Landon gasped, his body jerking in the water. He turned to glare at Jeremy, but the heat in his gaze betrayed him.

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to shut me up.” Landon said, his voice breathless.

Jeremy’s smile was wicked as he leaned in, capturing Landon’s lips in a searing kiss. It was bruising, possessive, and Landon melted into it, his hands gripping Jeremy’s shoulders as the water sloshed around them. Jeremy’s tongue swept into his mouth, claiming him, and Landon moaned, his body arching instinctively.

When Jeremy finally pulled back, Landon was panting, his lips swollen and his eyes glazed with desire. Jeremy’s hand slid up his back, tracing the curve of his spine before gripping the nape of his neck and forcing him to meet his gaze.

“You’re mine, little devil,” Jeremy growled, his voice thick with need. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

Landon shivered, his body trembling with anticipation. He opened his mouth to respond, but Jeremy didn’t give him the chance. He kissed him again, deeper this time, his hands roaming over Landon’s body, exploring every inch of him as the steam thickened around them.

The water sloshed as Jeremy shifted, pulling Landon onto his lap. Their bodies pressed together, skin slick with heat and water, and Landon’s breath came in short, desperate gasps. Jeremy’s lips moved to his neck, sucking and biting as Landon’s head fell back, a soft whimper escaping him.

“Jer!,” he breathed, his fingers tangling in Jeremy’s hair.

Jeremy’s hands slid down to Landon’s hips, gripping him tightly as he ground up against him. The friction was electric, and Landon moaned, his body trembling with need. Jeremy’s lips found his ear again, his breath hot and heavy against his skin.

“You’re so good for me, little devil,” Jeremy murmured, his voice rough with desire. “So perfect.”

Landon’s breath hitched, his heart racing as Jeremy’s words washed over him. The praise went straight to his core, and he felt himself melting, his body pliant and desperate in Jeremy’s hands.

“Fuck me,” Landon begged, his voice trembling. “Please, Jerr..Mmmm...”

Jeremy’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in, his voice a low growl. “As you wish, little devil.”

Jeremy’s hands tightened on Landon’s waist, pulling him closer to the edge of the tub. The water sloshed around them, warm and inviting, but Landon’s attention was entirely on Jeremy’s piercing gaze. His breath caught as Jeremy leaned in, his voice a low, intoxicating rumble.

“I have a surprise for you, little devil,” Jeremy whispered, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. The words sent a shiver down Landon’s spine, his body already anticipating what was to come.

The surprise came in the form of a silk blindfold, pulled from a nearby drawer with a practiced ease. Jeremy smoothed the fabric between his fingers, the deep crimson silk catching the light.

“What’s this?” Landon teased, though his voice wavered slightly.

Jeremy’s smirk was wicked. “You’ll see.”

Before Landon could protest, the blindfold was tied securely over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. The loss of sight heightened his other senses—the warmth of the water, the gentle steam rising around them, the sound of Jeremy’s breathing, deeper now, more deliberate.

“Trust me,” Jeremy murmured, his hands sliding down Landon’s shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Landon’s heart raced, his pulse thrumming in his ears. He could feel Jeremy’s presence, the heat radiating off him, as his hands moved lower, gripping Landon’s thighs. With a gentle but firm pressure, Jeremy spread Landon’s legs wider, positioning him at the edge of the tub. The cool air brushed against his exposed skin, making him shiver despite the warmth of the bath.

“Jer…” Landon began, but his words were cut off by a sharp gasp as Jeremy’s fingers teased his entrance, circling slowly, maddeningly.

“So eager,” Jeremy observed, his voice a mix of amusement and hunger. “Always so eager for me.”

Landon’s breath came in short, shallow bursts, his body arching toward Jeremy’s touch. “Jer, please…”

Jeremy’s chuckle was low, almost predatory. “Patience, little devil.”

His fingers pressed inside, slowly, deliberately, and Landon’s moan filled the room. The stretch was exquisite, Jeremy’s touch both familiar and electrifying. Landon’s hands gripped the edge of the tub, his knuckles white as Jeremy worked him open, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through him.

“You feel so good,” Jeremy murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So tight. So perfect.”

Landon’s hips jerked involuntarily, desperate for more. "Mmm..Fuckk"

Jeremy’s response was a sharp spank, the sound echoing in the room, and Landon cried out, half in surprise, half in ecstasy.

“You’ll get what I give you,” Jeremy growled, his voice rough with dominance.

The sting of the spank was quickly replaced by the overwhelming sensation of Jeremy’s fingers thrusting deeper, stretching him further. Landon’s moans grew louder, his body trembling with need.

“That’s it,” Jeremy coaxed, his voice softer now, almost tender. “Take it. You’re doing so well, little devil.”

The praise went straight to Landon’s head, and he felt his resolve crumbling, his body giving in entirely to Jeremy’s control.

Finally, Jeremy withdrew his fingers, and Landon whimpered at the loss.

“Relax,” Jeremy instructed, his hands steadying Landon’s hips.

Landon could feel Jeremy’s arousal pressing against him, hot and insistent, and his breath hitched.

Jeremy didn’t respond with words. Instead, he pressed in, inch by agonizing inch, until he was completely sheathed inside Landon.

“Fuck…” Landon gasped, his head falling back as he adjusted to the stretch, the fullness.

Jeremy paused, his hands gripping Landon’s hips tightly. “You feel incredible,” he breathed, his voice strained with restraint.

Then, with a sharp thrust, he began to move, each stroke driving Landon closer to the edge. The sound of skin against skin, the sloshing of the water, and Landon’s desperate cries filled the room.

“So good for me,” Jeremy murmured, his pace quickening. “So perfect.”

Landon’s body responded, his hips lifting to meet Jeremy’s thrusts, each movement bringing him closer to oblivion. The blindfold heightened his other senses, the sounds, the smells, the sensations all blending into a heady cocktail of pleasure.

“Jeremy…” Landon moaned, his voice trembling. “…I’m close…”

Jeremy’s grip tightened, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “Come for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

Landon’s orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his body arching as pleasure surged through him. His cries echoed in the room, a symphony of ecstasy as Jeremy continued to thrust, chasing his own release.

“That’s it,” Jeremy growled, his voice breaking as he reached his climax. “Take it. Take all of me.”

When it was over, Jeremy leaned forward, his forehead resting against Landon’s, their breaths mingling as they came down from the high.

Jeremy’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he pressed a chaste kiss to Landon’s lips. “Good Boy.”

Chapter Text

Vuaghn x Yulian

The penthouse was dimly lit, the city lights casting a soft glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Vaughn’s hand traced the curve of Yulian’s spine, his fingers leaving trails of fire on the other man’s skin. Yulian’s breath hitched as Vaughn’s lips brushed his shoulder, the heat between them building with each touch. They were tangled in the sheets, the world outside forgotten, their only reality the rhythm of their bodies moving together.

Vaughn pressed deeper, his hips rolling with a slow, deliberate intensity that had Yulian clutching at the sheets, his knuckles white. “Fuckk, mishka,” Yulian moaned, his voice trembling, his voice caught between pleasure and something deeper, something he couldn’t hold back anymore. The words slipped out, raw and unfiltered, as Vaughn’s body moved against his own. “I love you.”

Vaughn froze. The momentum of their rhythm stuttered to a halt, his body going rigid above Yulian. The room felt suddenly colder, the air thick with tension. Vaughn pulled back, his dark eyes searching Yulian’s face, his expression unreadable. “What did you say?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of a storm.

Yulian’s chest heaved, his heart pounding as he met Vaughn’s gaze. There was no taking it back now. He’d said it. “I love you,” he repeated, his voice stronger this time, more certain. “I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks, but I didn’t know how. I just… I needed you to know.”

Vaughn’s face tightened, his jaw clenching as he pushed himself off Yulian, putting distance between them. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Yulian, his shoulders tense. “You shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered, his voice rough, almost angry.

Yulian sat up, his heart sinking as he watched Vaughn’s retreating form. “Why not?” he asked, his voice trembling now, not from pleasure but from fear. “You feel it too, Vaughn. I know you do. You can’t tell me this—us—is just about sex.”

Vaughn’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles going white. “It doesn’t matter what I feel,” he said, his voice harsh, cutting. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for. You don’t know what this means.”

“Then explain it to me,” Yulian pleaded, his voice breaking. He reached out, his fingers brushing Vaughn’s shoulder, but Vaughn jerked away like the touch burned him. “Vaughn, I’m not afraid of whatever’s holding you back. I love you. I want to be with you.”

Vaughn turned to face him, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else—something that looked like pain. “You don’t get it, Yulian. This isn’t just about us. It’s about the Bratva. It’s about my family. I’m not just some guy you can fall in love with. I’m the heir, and in that world, love—real love—is a weakness. A liability.”

Yulian felt the sting of Vaughn’s words like a slap, but he refused to back down. “So what!? Even I am the heir to the chicago Bratva!,” he said, his voice steady now, though his heart felt like it was breaking. “You’re scared of what they’ll think? Are you serios rihjt now!? Your parents also had obstacles but still love eachother don't they? . We can figure this out together.”

Vaughn stood abruptly, pacing the room. “You’re not listening,” he snapped, his voice rising.

Yulian’s hands clenched the sheets, his frustration boiling over. “So that’s it? You’re just going to push me away because you’re afraid of what might happen? What about what’s happening right now, Vaughn? What about us?”

Vaughn stopped pacing, his back to Yulian, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “There is no us,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. “Not anymore.”

Yulian felt the words like a knife to the chest, his breath catching in his throat. “You don’t mean that,” he said, his voice trembling. “You can’t mean that.”

Vaughn turned to face him, his expression hard, unyielding. “You need to leave, Yulian,” he said, his voice cold, final. “Before I say something I’ll regret.”

Yulian stared at him, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to argue, to beg, to fight for what they had. But the look in Vaughn’s eyes stopped him. It was a look of resignation, of defeat. And in that moment, Yulian knew it was over.

He stood on shaky legs, grabbing his clothes from the floor and pulling them on in silence. Vaughn didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t even look at him as he dressed. When he was ready, Yulian paused at the door, his hand on the handle. He opened the door and stepped out, leaving Vaughn alone, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.

The weeks passed in a blur of numbness and frustration. Yulian tried to forget Vaughn, tried to bury the memories of their stolen moments under the weight of other bodies, other lips. But it wasn’t working. Every kiss felt empty, every touch a pale imitation of what he’d had with Vaughn. He hated it. He hated himself. And yet, he couldn’t stop.

He was at a club tonight, the bass thrumming through his bones as he leaned against the bar, a whiskey in one hand and a stranger’s tongue in his mouth. The man was handsome, sure, with dark hair and a sharp jawline, but he wasn’t Vaughn. No one was Vaughn. Yulian pulled away, his breath ragged, and the man gave him a confused look.

“What’s wrong?” the stranger asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

Yulian forced a smile, shaking his head. “Nothing,” he lied, downing the rest of his drink. “I just… I need some air.”

He pushed through the crowd, the sea of bodies parting as he made his way to the exit. The night air hit him like a slap, cool and sharp, and he leaned against the wall of the club, closing his eyes. His heart ached, a dull, persistent throb that wouldn’t go away. Why can’t I forget him? Why can’t I just move on?

---

Vaughn stood in the dimly lit study of his father’s New York estate, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The weight of his decision pressed down on him, heavy and unrelenting. He’d been a fool. A coward. And he missed Yulian more than he’d ever thought possible.

“Vaughn,” his mother’s voice broke through his thoughts, soft but firm. Aleksandra Morozov, her dark eyes sharp as she studied her son. “You’ve been distracted since you returned. What’s troubling you?”

Vaughn hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. “It’s… Yulian,” he admitted finally, the name slipping out like a confession. “I… I told him to leave. I pushed him away.”

His mother’s expression softened, and she stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “Why, baby?”

“Because I was scared,” Vaughn said, his voice rough. “Scared of what the Bratva would think. Scared of what it would mean to love him.”

Alexksandra’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Love is not something to fear, Vaughn. It’s a strength. And if this Yulian makes you happy, then you should fight for him.”

“But Father—” Vaughn started, but his mother cut him off with a wave of her hand.

“Your father is not as rigid as you think. He knows the weight of the world you carry. And he wants you to be happy, too. Besides, the Bratva has survived worse than the Pakhan’s son falling in love.”

---

The next day, Vaughn stood outside the Serpent’s Mansion, his heart pounding in his chest. It had been weeks since he’d seen Yulian, and the thought of facing him now, of trying to repair what he’d broken, was terrifying. But he couldn’t run from this. Not again.

He knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the grand foyer. A moment later, it swung open, and there was Yulian, his golden hair slightly disheveled, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Vaughn,” Yulian said, his voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing here?”

Vaughn swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I… I need to talk to you.”

Yulian’s expression hardened, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “You made it pretty clear the last time we talked that there was nothing left to say.”

“I was wrong,” Vaughn said, his voice breaking. “I was scared, Yulian. Scared of what it would mean to love you. Scared of what my family would think. But I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend that I don’t feel anything for you. I love you. And I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Yulian stared at him, his chest rising and falling with each breath. For a moment, Vaughn thought he might tell him to leave, to never come back. But then Yulian’s expression softened, and he stepped aside, gesturing for Vaughn to come in.

---

They stood in the middle of Yulian’s living room, the tension between them thick and palpable. Vaughn reached out, his fingers brushing against Yulian’s hand.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” Vaughn said, his voice low. “But I needed you to know the truth. I love you, Yulian. And I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that to you.”

Yulian’s breath hitched, and he looked away, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You hurt me, Vaughn. You told me to leave, like I didn’t mean anything to you.”

“You mean everything to me,” Vaughn said, his voice raw with emotion. “And I was an idiot to ever let you go.”

Yulian turned to face him, his eyes searching Vaughn’s face for any hint of doubt. When he didn’t find any, he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. His hand came up to rest on Vaughn’s chest, and he could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath his palm.

“You’re really going to do this?” Yulian asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yes,” Vaughn said without hesitation.

And then Yulian kissed him, his lips soft and demanding, and Vaughn felt like he could finally breathe again. He wrapped his arms around Yulian, pulling him closer, his hands sliding down his back to grip his hips. Yulian moaned into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Vaughn’s hair as he pressed his body against his.

They moved together, the weeks of pent-up desire and longing finally breaking free. Vaughn’s hands were everywhere, mapping out the familiar curves of Yulian’s body, while Yulian’s touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine. They stumbled towards the bedroom, their clothes littering the floor behind them.

When Vaughn laid Yulian down on the bed, he paused, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of him. God, he’s beautiful. He leaned down, capturing Yulian’s lips in a searing kiss, his hand sliding down his chest to grip his cock. Yulian arched into his touch, a breathless moan escaping his lips.

“Mishka,” Yulian gasped, his nails digging into Vaughn’s shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

And Vaughn didn’t. He worshipped Yulian’s body with his hands, his lips, his tongue, until Yulian was trembling beneath him, his legs wrapped tightly around Vaughn’s waist. When Vaughn finally slid inside him, it was with a reverence that took Yulian’s breath away.

They moved together, their bodies fitting together effortlessly, as if they’d been made for each other. Vaughn’s thrusts were deep and slow, each one drawing a ragged moan from Yulian’s lips. He leaned down, his forehead resting against Yulian’s as he whispered, “I love you.”

Yulian’s eyes fluttered shut, his hands tightening on Vaughn’s back as he whispered back, “I love you too.”

Their climax came together, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of it. Vaughn collapsed on top of Yulian, his breath heavy and uneven, and Yulian wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.

As they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath, Vaughn knew that this was where he was meant to be. With Yulian. And he’d never let him go again.

Yulian traced lazy patterns on Vaughn’s back, his voice soft but teasing. “So, does this mean you’re officially mine?”

Vaughn chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Always have been,” he said, pressing a kiss to Yulian’s forehead. “Always will be.”

Chapter Text

Killian x Creighton

The laughter was warm, the kind that bubbled up from the pit of your stomach and spilled out without warning. Creighton leaned back in his chair, his fingers loosely wrapped around the stem of his wine glass. Remi, as always was telling us soome story, hands waving dramatically as he recounted some misadventure. Ava, Cecily and Glyndon were egging him on, their laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses and the low murmur of the other diners.

Eli, and Lan were most probably plotting something, and Bran was texting someone. And Annika sat across from Creighton, her cheeks flushed with a soft pink. She was sweet. She had a crush on him—he knew it—but it was harmless, the kind of crush that lingered in the background, though she probably liked Glyn more.

"Creighton," Annika said, her voice light and teasing, but before she could speak, something—or someone—shoved Annika from behind. She yelped, her chair tipping precariously, and instinctively, Creighton reached out, catching her before she could fall. Her hands landed on his shoulders, her face inches from his, and for a moment, they froze, eyes locked in surprise.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Annika stammered, her cheeks burning red as she scrambled to right herself. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” Creighton said quickly, steadying her with a reassuring smile. “You’re okay?”

She nodded, brushing her hair out of her face, but before she could say anything else, the air in the room changed. It was subtle, like the drop in pressure before a storm, and Creighton felt it before he saw it.

Killian.

He was standing in the doorway, his dark eyes locked on Creighton like a predator sizing up its prey. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and the sharp angles of his face were shadowed by the dim lighting. He looked dangerous, the kind of dangerous that made your heart race and your palms sweat.

And he was pissed.

Creighton’s stomach dropped. He hadn’t expected Killian to be here—though it made sense. There he was, stalking toward them with a predatory grace that sent a shiver down Creighton’s spine.

“Kill—” Creighton started, but before he could finish, Killian was in front of him, his hand snapping out to grab Creighton’s chin. The kiss was hard, possessive, and utterly without warning. Killian’s lips were bruising against his, his tongue pushing into Creighton’s mouth like he was staking a claim, marking him as his.

The table fell silent.

Eli was on his feet in an instant, his chair screeching against the floor. “What the hell—?”

Killian pulled back, his breathing rough, his eyes blazing. He didn’t even glance at Eli. “We’re leaving,” he said, his voice low and commanding, and before Creighton could protest, Killian was dragging him toward the door.

“Killian, wait—” Creighton tried, but Killian wasn’t listening. His grip on Creighton’s wrist was iron-tight, and there was no room for argument. He didn’t say a word as he shoved him into the waiting car, the door slamming shut behind them. The driver didn’t need to be told where to go—Killian’s penthouse was the only destination that mattered.

The ride was tense, the silence heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Creighton could feel the anger radiating off Killian, and it made his skin prickle. He wanted to say something, to ask why Killian was acting like this, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he sat there, his heart pounding, his mind racing.

When they finally arrived at the penthouse, Killian didn’t wait. He grabbed Creighton’s hand again, pulling him out of the car and into the elevator. The doors slid shut, and the moment they were alone, Killian crowded him against the wall, his hands pressing into the metal on either side of Creighton’s head.

“What the hell was that?” Killian growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Creighton swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “What are you talking about?”

Killian spat, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t play dumb with me, Creighton. I saw the way she was looking at you. The way you were looking at her.”

Creighton shook his head, his brows furrowing. “It wasn’t like that. She’s just a friend—she tripped, and I caught her. That’s it.”

Killian’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, Creighton thought he was going to argue. But then, without warning, Killian’s lips crashed against his again, the kiss rough and desperate. His hands moved to Creighton’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pressed his body against him.

Creighton’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively moving to grip Killian’s shoulders. The kiss was different this time—less anger, more hunger. Killian’s teeth nipped at his bottom lip, his tongue sliding against Creighton’s in a way that left him dizzy. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, the familiar pull of desire that he could never resist when it came to Killian.

The elevator doors slid open, and Killian broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. “Bedroom. Now,” he ordered, his voice rough with need.

Creighton didn’t argue. He couldn’t. His body was already responding to Killian’s touch, his skin on fire, his heart racing. He let Killian drag him down the hallway, the door to the bedroom slamming shut behind them.

Killian wasted no time. His hands were on Creighton’s shirt, yanking it over his head, and then his lips were on his neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. Creighton’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping his lips as Killian’s hands roamed over his chest, his fingers pinching and teasing.

“Killian—” Creighton gasped, but Killian cut him off, his lips crashing against his again. His hands moved to Creighton’s belt, quickly undoing it and pushing his pants down. Creighton stepped out of them, his breath hitching as Killian’s hands slid over his hips, his fingers dipping into the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re mine,” Killian growled, his voice low and possessive. “Do you understand me? Mine.”

Creighton nodded, his chest heaving as Killian pushed him back onto the bed. He didn’t have time to think before Killian was on him, his lips trailing down his chest, his hands gripping his thighs. The way Killian touched him was always the same—rough, demanding, and utterly intoxicating. It was like he was trying to claim every inch of him, to make sure Creighton knew who he belonged to.

And Creighton did. He always did.

Killian’s hands moved to his boxers, yanking them down and tossing them aside. His lips wrapped around Creighton’s cock, and Creighton’s hips jerked, a low moan escaping his lips. Killian’s tongue swirled around him, his hand moving to stroke what his mouth couldn’t reach, and Creighton’s hands fisted in the sheets, his back arching off the bed.

“Killian—” he gasped, his voice trembling.

Killian pulled back, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes dark with need. “Turn over,” he ordered, his voice rough.

Creighton obeyed, flipping onto his stomach, his heart pounding in his chest. He heard the sound of Killian’s belt being undone, the rustle of fabric as he pushed his pants down, and then Killian’s hands were on his hips, pulling them up.

“You’re mine,” Killian repeated, his voice a low growl. “And I’m going to make damn sure you don’t forget it.”

Killian’s fingers dug into Creighton’s hips, the pressure barely toeing the line between pleasure and pain. Creighton could feel Killian’s cock, hard and insistent, pressing against him, teasing but not giving in just yet. Killian leaned down, his breath hot against Creighton’s ear, his lips brushing the shell as he whispered, “I want you to beg for it.”

Creighton shuddered, his body already humming with anticipation. “Kil—” he started, but Killian cut him off with a sharp nip to his earlobe.

“No. I want you to beg princess. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to claim you.” His voice was low, a growl that sent a thrill down Creighton’s spine. Killian’s cock slid between Creighton’s cheeks, the slick heat of it making Creighton gasp.

The words burned in his throat. He hated this, hated how much he wanted it. But he couldn’t deny the way his body responded, the way his heart raced, the way his cock throbbed with need. “Please,” Creighton whispered, his voice trembling. “Please, Killian.”

“Louder,” Killian demanded, his fingers tightening on Creighton’s hips. “I want to hear you mean it.”

“Please,” Creighton repeated, his voice breaking. “Please, fuck me. I need it. I need you. Claim me, Killian. Make me yours.”

Killian’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “Good boy.”

Without warning, Killian pushed into him, stretching him open in one swift, brutal motion. Creighton cried out, his fists clenching the sheets beneath him. It was overwhelming, the way Killian filled him, the way he took control so completely. He didn’t give Creighton time to adjust, didn’t give him a moment to breathe. Killian started to move, his thrusts hard and unrelenting, each one driving Creighton closer to the edge.

“You’re mine,” Killian growled, his voice dark and possessive. His hands moved from Creighton’s hips to his shoulders, pulling him up so his back was pressed against Killian’s chest. Killian’s lips found Creighton’s neck, biting and sucking as he fucked him, marking him as his. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Creighton gasped, his head falling back against Killian’s shoulder. “I’m yours, Kil. Only yours.”

Killian’s fingers tightened on Creighton’s shoulders, and he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming even more punishing. Creighton reached back, his fingers tangling in Killian’s hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. Killian’s hand slid down Creighton’s chest, his fingers brushing over his nipple, then lower, wrapping around his cock.

“Come for me,” Killian commanded, his breath hot against Creighton’s ear. “Come for me, princess. Show me you’re mine.”

Creighton moaned, his hips rocking back against Killian’s thrusts. It didn’t take long for him to reach the edge, his body tensing as the pleasure exploded through him. He came with a cry, his release spilling over Killian’s hand. Killian followed soon after, his thrusts growing erratic as he buried himself deep inside Creighton, claiming him in every way possible.

When it was over, Killian eased Creighton down onto the bed, his body pressing against his back. He kissed the nape of Creighton’s neck, gentle now, in stark contrast to the roughness of before. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, his voice softer this time, almost tender.

Creighton didn’t respond, his body still trembling from the intensity of it all. Killian leaned down, his lips brushing against Creighton’s ear. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Killian stood, leaving Creighton lying there, spent and breathless. He returned moments later with a warm, damp cloth, cleaning Creighton up with a gentleness that was almost surprising given how rough he had been just moments ago. Creighton didn’t protest, too exhausted to do anything but let Killian take care of him.

When he was done, Killian climbed into bed beside Creighton, pulling him into his arms. Creighton didn’t resist, his body leaning into Killian’s warmth. A part of him hated it, hated how much he needed this, needed Killian. But he couldn’t deny it, couldn’t fight it.

“Sleep,” Killian murmured, his lips brushing against Creighton’s forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Creighton closed his eyes, his body relaxing into Killian’s embrace. He knew this wasn’t healthy, knew this wasn’t right. But for now, for this one moment, he let himself forget. He let himself feel safe, protected, even if it was in the arms of the man who had just claimed him so completely.

As he drifted off to sleep, Killian’s fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, a silent reminder of the possessive hold he had over him. Creighton didn’t dream, his mind too exhausted to conjure up anything but the warmth of Killian’s body beside him.

But even in sleep, he could hear Killian’s voice, low and dangerous, whispering in his ear. “You’re mine, princess. And I’ll never let you go."

Chapter Text

Eli x Landon x Creighton

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of lavender oil. Landon lounged on the bed, his long legs stretched out, a smirk playing on his lips. He’d just finished detailing his latest scheme—kidnapping Nikolai, of all people—and he was so pleased with himself. The way his cousins, Eli and Creighton, were staring at him, their eyes dark and unreadable, only fueled his ego. He loved the way they always indulged him, always followed his lead.

But this time, something felt… different.

“Come on,” Landon drawled, waving a hand lazily in the air. “You know it’s brilliant. Nikolai’s been asking for it. A little scare, a little humiliation—it’ll be fun. Besides, you two love helping me. Admit it.”

Eli crossed his arms, his sharp jawline tightening as he exchanged a glance with Creighton. They’d been silent the entire time, and Landon hadn’t even noticed. Typical. He was too caught up in his own brilliance to pay attention to the growing storm in their eyes.

Creighton stepped forward first, his tall frame casting a shadow over Landon. “You’re right,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “We do love helping you. But not like this.”

Landon blinked, his smirk faltering for the first time. “What are you—?”

Before he could finish, Eli moved like lightning, pinning Landon’s wrists to the bed. Landon’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and something else—something excited—flashing across his face. “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

“We’re done with your schemes,” Eli said, his tone firm but not unkind. “You’re always dragging us into your messes, and this time, you’ve gone too far.”

Creighton leaned down, his breath warm against Landon’s ear. “You need to be distracted, cousin. Something to keep that devious mind of yours occupied.”

Landon’s heart raced, a thrill shooting through him despite his initial confusion. He could feel the weight of their bodies pressing him down, their hands moving with purpose. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said, though his voice trembled with anticipation.

“Oh, we would,” Eli said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “And we will.”

Landon’s wrists were bound quickly, the soft rope biting into his skin just enough to make him shiver. He struggled half-heartedly, more out of habit than anything else, but deep down, he was thrilled. He loved being the center of attention, loved the way they were looking at him now—like he was something to be tamed, something to be claimed.

Creighton’s hands slid under Landon’s shirt, his fingers tracing the lines of his torso with deliberate slowness. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, Landon,” he murmured, his voice dripping with mock disapproval. “You need to be punished.”

Landon’s breath hitched, his body arching instinctively into Creighton’s touch. “And what if I refuse?” he challenged, though his voice was already shaky.

Eli chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down to Landon’s hips. “You don’t get a choice this time.”

The first spank came without warning, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Landon gasped, his eyes widening as the sting spread across his skin. “Fuck!” he hissed, his body twitching against the ropes. “You’re really going to—?”

Another spank cut him off, harder this time. Eli’s hand came down again and again, each strike deliberate, each one making Landon’s body jerk and his breath quicken. He tried to stay defiant, tried to keep up his usual bravado, but it was impossible. The pain was intoxicating, mixing with the pleasure of being so completely at their mercy.

“You’re loving this,” Creighton said, his voice laced with amusement. “Admit it.”

“I—I’m not,” Landon stammered, though the way his body was responding gave him away. His cock was straining against his pants, and his face was flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal.

Eli’s hand paused mid-air, and he leaned down to whisper in Landon’s ear. “You’re a terrible liar, cousin.”

The ropes tightened as they flipped him onto his stomach, his ass now fully exposed and tingling from the spanking. Creighton’s fingers trailed down his spine, sending shivers through his body. “You’re so needy,” he teased, his voice soft but mocking. “Always looking for attention, always causing trouble. Maybe this is what you’ve been craving all along.”

Landon moaned softly, his face buried in the pillow as Creighton’s fingers reached his entrance. They circled the sensitive skin, teasing him mercilessly before pushing inside. Landon’s breath hitched, his body clenching around the intrusion. God, he was good at this.

Eli’s hands were on him too, squeezing his hips, his thighs, his ass. The duality of their touch was overwhelming—Creighton’s fingers curling inside him, Eli’s hands rough and possessive—and Landon couldn’t help but writhe under their attention.

“You’re such a mess,” Eli said, his voice husky with desire. “Look at you, so desperate for us. You can’t even think straight, can you?”

Landon shook his head, his mind a blur of pleasure and need. “Please,” he whispered, the word slipping out before he could stop it.

“Please what?” Creighton asked, his fingers still moving inside him, driving him wild.

“I don’t know,” Landon admitted, his voice breaking. “Just… more.”

Eli chuckled, his fingers digging into Landon’s hips. “You’re insatiable.”

The ropes tightened again as they positioned him on his knees, his ass still high in the air. Landon’s heart pounded as he felt Eli’s cock pressing against him, the heat of it making his body shudder with anticipation. “You ready for us, little devil?” Eli asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Landon nodded, his breathing ragged. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

The stretch was exquisite, pain and pleasure blending together as Eli pushed inside him. Landon moaned, his body trembling as he adjusted to the size. Creighton’s hands were on him again, stroking his cock, teasing his nipples, making it impossible for Landon to focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations.

“You’re so tight,” Eli growled, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper. “So fucking perfect.”

Creighton leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “You’re taking him so well,” he purred. “But do you think you can handle us both?”

Landon’s eyes widened, his body clenching around Eli as the words sank in. “W-what?”

Before he could protest, Creighton’s cock was pressing against him, stretching him even further. Landon gasped, his body writhing as he was filled completely. Oh god. It was too much, and yet, it wasn’t enough. The sensation was overwhelming, their cocks moving in tandem, hitting every sensitive spot inside him.

“You’re so greedy,” Eli said, his voice rough with exertion. “Look at you, taking us both like it’s nothing.”

Landon couldn’t respond, his mind completely blank except for the pleasure consuming him. His body moved on its own, bucking and writhing as they fucked him harder, deeper. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans, the slap of skin against skin, and Landon’s desperate cries.

“You’re ours,” Creighton growled, his hands gripping Landon’s hips tightly.

Landon’s orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his body convulsing as he came untouched. Eli and Creighton followed soon after, their releases filling him completely. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling.

Then slowly, they untied him, their hands gentle now. Landon collapsed onto the bed, his body boneless, his mind blissfully empty. Eli and Creighton lay down on either side of him, their arms wrapping around him in a protective embrace.

“You’re not going to scheme anymore, are you?” Eli asked, his voice soft but teasing.

Landon shook his head, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Not for a while i suppose,” he murmured, his eyes already closing.

Creighton chuckled, pressing a kiss to Landon’s shoulder. “Good. Because we’re not done with you yet.”

Landon’s smile widened, his body curling into theirs as he drifted off to sleep.

Landon woke up to the familiar sensation of silk against his wrists, the material tight and unyielding as it bound him to the bedposts. His eyes fluttered open, the room still dimly lit by the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains. He stretched lazily, testing the restraints, and a smirk curled onto his lips.

“Morning, little devil,” Eli’s voice purred from somewhere to his left. Landon turned his head, catching sight of his cousin leaning against the dresser, arms crossed over his chest. Creighton stood beside him, holding something in his hand that Landon couldn’t quite make out.

“Well, this is a nice surprise,” Landon drawled, his voice still heavy with sleep, but laced with his usual arrogance. “I didn’t think you two had it in you to keep things interesting.”

Creighton stepped closer, the object in his hand now clear—a sleek, black vibrator. He held it up, letting the faint light glint off its surface. “Oh, we’re just getting started. Last night was… appetizing. But today, we’re going to ruin you.”

Landon’s smirk widened, his hips shifting slightly against the sheets. “Bold words. You sure you can handle me?”

Eli chuckled, moving to the other side of the bed. He ran a hand along Landon’s thigh, his touch feather-light but deliberate. “Oh, we’re not the ones who need to worry about handling anything. You’re the one tied up, remember?”

Creighton clicked the vibrator on, the low hum filling the room. Landon’s breath hitched, his eyes narrowing as he watched Creighton trail the toy down his chest, over his abdomen, stopping just above his hipbone.

“Begging already?” Creighton teased, his voice low and taunting.

Landon scoffed, but the way his body arched ever so slightly betrayed him. “Please. You’re going to need to do better than that.”

Eli’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against Landon’s inner thigh, just shy of where he wanted them most. “Oh, we will.”

Creighton pressed the vibrator against Landon’s hip, the sensation sharp and electric. Landon gasped, his head falling back against the pillows as his hands clenched against the restraints.

“Careful,” Creighton murmured, moving the toy in slow, deliberate circles. “Wouldn’t want you to accidentally enjoy this too much.”

Landon’s laugh was breathless but defiant. “Too late.”

Eli’s fingers trailed higher, brushing against the sensitive skin at the base of Landon’s cock. He leaned down, his lips grazing Landon’s ear. “You’re so predictable. Always so desperate for attention.”

Landon shivered, but his smirk remained. “And you’re always so eager to give it to me.”

Creighton moved the vibrator lower, the buzzing sensation just shy of where Landon wanted it. He groaned, his hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea.

“Pathetic,” Creighton said, though there was no malice in his voice—just amusement. “Look at you, squirming like a whore.”

Eli’s hand finally wrapped around Landon’s cock, his grip firm but not punishing. He stroked him slowly, his thumb brushing over the tip with every upward motion. “You’re going to come for us, aren’t you, Landon? Just like this, without us even needing to fuck you.”

Landon’s eyes fluttered closed, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. “Fuck you.”

Creighton pressed the vibrator harder against him, the sensation overwhelming. “No, fuck you.”

Landon came with a cry, his back arching off the bed as his release spilled over Eli’s hand. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the aftershocks.

Eli leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “Good boy.”

Creighton turned the vibrator off, setting it aside. He grabbed Landon’s jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze. “But we’re not done with you yet.”

Landon’s smirk was weak, but it was still there. “I didn’t think you would be.”

Creighton let go of his jaw, his hand moving to the side table where a flogger lay waiting. He picked it up, letting the leather strips fall against his palm. “You’ve been a very naughty devil, Landon. Time for your punishment.”

Landon’s eyes darkened, but there was no fear there—only anticipation. “Bring it on.”

Creighton brought the flogger down against Landon’s thigh, the sharp sting making him gasp. Eli’s hand moved to Landon’s hip, holding him steady as Creighton continued, each strike deliberate and measured.

“This,” Creighton said, his voice low and commanding, “is for dragging us into your bullshit.”

Landon’s breath hitched, his body tensing with every strike, but he didn’t protest. Instead, he moaned, the sound low and needy.

Eli leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? Being put in your place.”

Landon’s laugh was breathless, but it was still a laugh. “Maybe I do.”

Creighton stopped, setting the flogger aside. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the table, slicking his fingers as Eli moved to position Landon on his knees.

“Let’s see how tight your hole even after taking the both of us last night,” Eli said, his voice teasing as he spread Landon’s cheeks.

Creighton pressed a finger inside him, the stretch immediate but not overwhelming. Landon groaned, his body relaxing into the sensation.

“You’re still so tight,” Creighton murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Always so desperate for it.”

Eli leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “You’re going to take us both again, aren’t you?”

Landon’s breath came faster, his body trembling with anticipation. “Yes.”

Creighton added another finger, scissoring them slowly as Eli continued to tease him with soft touches and whispered praise.

“Such a good boy,” Eli murmured, his voice low and soothing.

Landon’s moan was muffled against the pillows, his body arching back into Creighton’s touch.

Creighton added a third finger, stretching him open as Eli moved to slick himself up.

“You’re going to come so hard,” Creighton said, his voice rough with promise. “And then you’re going to thank us for it.”

Eli positioned himself behind Landon, pressing the tip of his cock against his entrance. “Ready?”

Landon nodded, his body trembling with need. “Yes. Please.”

Eli pushed in slowly, the stretch intense but delicious. Landon groaned, his hands clawing at the sheets as Creighton continued to finger him, preparing him for more.

“So tight,” Eli murmured, his voice strained with effort. “Fuck, Landon.”

Creighton pulled his fingers out, slicking himself up before pressing against Landon’s entrance alongside Eli. Landon gasped, his body tight but yielding as they both pushed in, filling him completely.

“Fuck,” Landon breathed, his voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

Eli and Creighton moved together, their rhythm slow but deep as they stretched him open. Landon’s moans grew louder, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

“You’re ours,” Eli growled, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he thrust into him. “Say it.”

Landon’s laugh was breathless, but it was still a laugh. “I’m yours.”

Creighton’s hand moved to Landon’s cock, stroking him in time with their thrusts. “Good boy.”

Landon’s orgasm hit him hard, his back arching as he came with a cry. Eli and Creighton followed soon after, their releases hot and overwhelming as they filled him completely.

Eli and Creighton pulled out slowly, their bodies collapsing beside Landon’s. Creighton reached up, untying the restraints as Eli pulled Landon into his arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Creighton chuckled, pressing a kiss to Landon’s shoulder. "You look so perfect like this~."

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Nikolai x Brandon x Jeremy

Brandon’s breath hitched as Nikolai’s lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The mansion was quiet, save for the sound of their mingled breaths and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors. Nikolai’s hands were everywhere, possessive and demanding, yet somehow tender, as if he were trying to memorize every inch of Brandon’s skin. Brandon’s fingers tangled in Nikolai’s dark hair, pulling him closer, his body arching into the touch.

“You’re so perfect,” Nikolai murmured against Brandon’s collarbone, his voice low and rough. “Mine.”

Brandon’s heart skipped a beat at the word. He loved Nikolai’s intensity, the way he claimed him without hesitation. But there was something else too, something he hadn’t admitted to himself fully until now. Something he hadn’t told Nikolai.

Jeremy.

The thought of him sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine. He’d caught himself stealing glances at Jeremy more times than he could count. And worse, he’d noticed the way Jeremy seemed to linger in the room whenever he and Nikolai were together, his gaze heavy with something Brandon couldn’t quite place.

“Niko…” Brandon gasped as Nikolai’s teeth grazed his earlobe, his hands sliding down to grip his hips.

“Shh,” Nikolai interrupted, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “I know.."

Brandon’s pulse quickened. What did he mean? Did he know? The thought sent a thrill of panic and excitement through him. He opened his mouth to ask, but Nikolai’s lips crashed into his, silencing any words. Their tongues intertwined, messy and desperate, and Brandon’s mind began to blur. Nikolai’s hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, and Brandon’s breath caught in his throat.

“Relax baby,” Nikolai murmured, his voice a dark promise. “Just let go.”

Brandon’s body obeyed before his mind could catch up, his hips bucking into Nikolai’s touch. He felt Nikolai’s smirk against his skin, the bastard always so confident, so in control. But tonight, something felt… different. There was an edge to Nikolai’s movements, a calculated intensity that sent a thrill down Brandon’s spine.

And then, from the corner of the room, a shadow shifted.

Brandon’s eyes flew open, his body tensing. “Niko, wait—”

But Nikolai didn’t stop. Instead, his grip tightened, pulling Brandon closer as the shadow stepped into the light.

Jeremy.

Brandon’s breath caught in his throat. Jeremy stood there, his expression unreadable, his sharp features illuminated by the dim light of the room. His eyes were dark, almost predatory, as they raked over Brandon’s bare skin. Brandon felt exposed, vulnerable, but also… something else. Something warm and electric that settled low in his stomach.

“What…” Brandon stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “What’s going on?”

Nikolai chuckled, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “I told you I know what you need, didn’t I?”

Brandon’s heart raced as Jeremy stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. There was no mistaking the hunger in his gaze now, the way it lingered on Brandon’s lips, his chest, his hips. Jeremy reached out, his fingers brushing against Brandon’s cheek, and Brandon shivered at the touch.

“You’ve been watching us,” Nikolai said, his voice low and teasing. “Haven’t you, Jeremy?”

Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s. “And you’ve been watching me,” he replied, his voice smooth and dangerous.

Brandon’s face flushed, his mind spinning. He knew. They both knew. The realization sent a surge of heat through him, his body responding despite the swirl of emotions in his chest.

“It’s okay,” Nikolai murmured, his lips trailing down Brandon’s neck again. “We all want the same thing.”

Jeremy’s hand slid down to Brandon’s chest, his touch sending sparks of electricity across his skin. “You’re so beautiful,” Jeremy said, his voice soft but laced with an intensity that made Brandon’s knees weak. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Brandon’s breath hitched as Jeremy’s lips brushed against his, the kiss tentative at first, then deepening as Brandon finally relaxed into it. Nikolai’s hands explored his body, his touch possessive and demanding, while Jeremy’s lips moved to his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Fuckk...,” Brandon gasped, his head falling back as pleasure surged through him. He felt overwhelmed, caught between the two of them, their touches lighting him up in ways he’d never imagined.

Nikolai’s hands moved to Brandon’s hips, his lips never leaving Brandon’s skin. Brandon felt Nikolai’s weight press into him from behind, his hardness pressing against his ass, while Jeremy’s hands roamed over his chest, his lips capturing Brandon’s in a searing kiss.

“Tell me you want this,” Nikolai growled in Brandon’s ear, his voice sending a shiver down his spine.

“I…” Brandon hesitated, his mind spinning. But he didn’t need to think. His body already knew the answer. “Yes. Yes.”

Nikolai’s lips curved into a smirk against his skin, his hands sliding down to grip Brandon’s thighs. “Good.”

Jeremy’s fingers trailed down Brandon’s stomach, his touch teasing and deliberate, as he leaned in to whisper against Brandon’s ear. “Let us take care of you.”

Brandon’s breath caught as Nikolai’s hands spread his legs, his fingers brushing against his entrance. Jeremy’s lips moved to his chest, his tongue flicking over a nipple as he reached between Brandon’s legs, his fingers sliding alongside Nikolai’s.

“Oh, God…” Brandon moaned, his hips bucking into their touch. He’d never felt so completely consumed, so completely owned.

Nikolai’s fingers pressed inside him, stretching him gently, while Jeremy’s lips moved to his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Brandon’s body arched into their touch, his mind going blank as pleasure surged through him.

“You’re so tight baby,” Nikolai murmured, his voice rough with desire. “So perfect.”

Jeremy’s lips captured Brandon’s again, his tongue demanding and possessive, as Nikolai’s fingers worked him open. Brandon felt the tension building inside him, his body trembling with anticipation.

“Ready?” Nikolai asked, his voice a low growl.

Nikolai’s hands tightened on Brandon’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he positioned himself behind him. Brandon’s breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation as he felt the blunt head of Nikolai’s cock pressing against his entrance. So close, so ready.

“You’re beautiful baby,” Nikolai growled, his voice low and possessive as he pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch. Brandon gasped, his back arching as he was filled, the stretch both punishing and exquisite. Nikolai’s hands gripped him tighter, pulling him back until he was fully sheathed inside him.

“Mmm...Fuck,” Brandon moaned, his voice breaking as Nikolai began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Jeremy was in front of him now, his dark eyes locked on Brandon’s face as he stroked his own cock, his fingers moving with a practiced ease. “Open your mouth,” Jeremy commanded, his voice smooth but laced with an edge of desperation. Brandon obeyed without hesitation, his lips parting as Jeremy guided the tip of his cock to his mouth.

The moment Jeremy’s cock slipped past his lips, Brandon groaned around him, the vibrations sending a shiver up Jeremy’s spine. He was thick, his length filling Brandon’s mouth, the salty taste of him making Brandon’s head spin. Jeremy’s hand tangled in his hair, holding him in place as he began to thrust into his mouth, his movements matching the rhythm of Nikolai’s hips.

Brandon was overwhelmed, his body caught between the two of them, each sensation amplifying the other. Nikolai’s cock was driving into him with relentless precision, his thrusts growing harder, faster, each one pushing Brandon closer to the edge. Jeremy’s cock was sliding deeper into his mouth, the pressure of it making his jaw ache, but he didn’t care. He wanted more.

Jeremy’s free hand reached out, his fingers brushing against Brandon’s cheek as he tilted his head up, forcing Brandon to meet his gaze. “You’re so fucking perfect,” Jeremy murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

Brandon’s eyes fluttered shut, his body trembling as he tried to focus on the sensations, on the way Nikolai was filling him, on the way Jeremy was claiming his mouth. He could feel himself unraveling, the pleasure building inside him, threatening to consume him completely.

Nikolai leaned over him, his chest pressing against Brandon’s back as he buried his face in the crook of his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, his voice rough, as if he needed to remind him. “Mine.”

Jeremy’s hand tightened in Brandon’s hair, his hips stuttering as he thrust deeper into his mouth. “Mine too,” he added, his voice breathless, the words sending a shiver down Brandon’s spine.

The room was filled with the sound of their moans, their breaths, the slick slide of skin against skin. Brandon was lost, his world reduced to the sensations, to the way Nikolai and Jeremy were moving in perfect sync, their bodies connected in a way that made him feel whole. Nikolai reaches a hand to Jeremy's face and pulls him in and kisses him. The kiss was aggressive, as they thrust into Brandon. They break the kiss as Brandon moaned loud.

Jeremy puts his focus on Brandon and pulled back slightly, his cock slipping from Brandon’s mouth as he leaned in, capturing Bran's lips in a heated kiss. His tongue was demanding, his hands roaming over Brandon’s body as he kissed him deeply, his lips bruising against his. Brandon melted into the kiss, his hands reaching up to grip Jeremy’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

Nikolai’s thrusts became more erratic, his hips slamming into Brandon with a force that made him cry out, the sound muffled by Jeremy’s lips. “Close,” Nikolai growled, his hands tightening on Brandon’s hips as he fucked him harder, deeper, chasing his own release.

Jeremy broke the kiss, his lips moving to Brandon’s ear as he whispered, “Come for us, baby.”

The words were enough to push Brandon over the edge, his body convulsing as he came, his cock pumping thick streams of cum between them. The sensations were overwhelming, his vision going white as pleasure crashed over him in waves.

Nikolai followed him over the edge, his hips jerking as he buried himself deep inside Brandon, his cock pulsing as he filled him with his release. He let out a low groan, his body trembling as he held Brandon close, his breath hot against his skin.

Jeremy wasn’t far behind, his hand stroking himself quickly as he watched them, his eyes dark with hunger. With a low groan, he came, his cum spilling over his fingers as he stroked himself through it, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s face.

For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the ragged breaths of the three men as they tried to regain their composure. Nikolai’s hands were still on Brandon’s hips, his body pressed against his back, while Jeremy leaned in, his forehead resting against Brandon’s as he caught his breath.

“You’re ours now,” Nikolai whispered, his voice rough, his lips brushing against Brandon’s skin.

Jeremy’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against Brandon’s cheek as he murmured, “Always.”

Brandon’s body was still trembling, the aftershocks of his orgasm rippling through him as he leaned into their touch, his mind fuzzy with pleasure. He didn’t know what this meant, what the future held, but in this moment, he didn’t care. All that mattered was them.

Jeremy’s lips brushed against his again, his kiss tender this time, almost reverent. “We’re not done yet,” he whispered, his voice laced with a promise that sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine.

Nikolai’s hands moved to Brandon’s shoulders, turning him around so he was facing him, his eyes dark with desire as he leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. “Not even close,” he murmured against his lips, his hands roaming over Brandon’s body as he pulled him closer.

Jeremy’s hands joined in, his fingers tracing patterns over Brandon’s skin, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through him. Brandon moaned into the kiss, his body responding to their touch, already craving more.

Brandon’s breath hitched as Jeremy’s hands trailed lower, his fingers grazing over his sensitive skin. Every touch felt electric, a dizzying mixture of heat and anticipation that left him trembling. Nikolai’s arms tightened around him, his lips moving to the curve of Brandon’s neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses that made his head fall back.

“You’re so beautiful,” Nikolai murmured, his voice rough with desire as his hands slid down to Brandon’s hips, gripping him possessively.

Brandon's heart pounding wildly in his chest. Jeremy’s sharp, predatory gaze met his, and Brandon felt a shudder run through him. Jeremy’s eyes were dark, almost feral with hunger, and it both thrilled and terrified him.

Jeremy leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “We’re going to take you so deep, you’ll feel us for days.” he said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet over steel.

Brandon’s stomach flipped, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling inside him. He’d never done anything like this before—never even imagined it. But the way they were looking at him, touching him, made him crave it anyway.

Nikolai’s hands moved to the lube on the nightstand. He felt Nikolai’s cock slick and warm against his entrance, teasing him slowly, carefully. It burned a little at first, the stretch unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Brandon’s fingers dug into Nikolai’s shoulders as he adjusted, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Relax,” Nikolai whispered, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

Jeremy’s hands were on him too, his touch firm and deliberate as he stroked Brandon’s cock, pulling moans from his lips. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and Brandon’s mind began to fog, everything narrowing to the feel of their hands, their lips, their breath on his skin.

Jeremy’s hands moved to Brandon’s hips, his grip firm as he also positioned himself behind him. Brandon’s eyes widened as he felt the blunt head of Jeremy’s cock pressing against him, thick and unyielding. “Wait,” he whispered, his voice shaky. “It’s—it’s too much.”

Brandon let out a strangled gasp, his body arching into the touch. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “It’s—God, it’s so much.”

“You can take it,” Jeremy said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine. “You’re stronger than you think.”

Brandon’s eyes fluttered shut as he gasped, his hands scrambling for something to hold onto as pleasure shot through him like a lightning bolt. “Oh—oh my God,” he choked out, his voice breaking.

Nikolai’s lips curved into a smirk against his skin. “That’s it,” he murmured, his thrusts more erratic now, working him open until Brandon was trembling, his breath coming in ragged pants. “You’re so needy for us.”

Jeremy leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “You’ve got this. Just breathe.” he said, his voice calm but commanding.

Brandon nodded, forcing himself to take slow, deep breaths as Jeremy also pushed in, the stretch almost unbearable but oddly satisfying. It felt like being filled in a way he’d never imagined possible. They moved slowly, their hands steady on Brandon’s hips as he eased in, inch by excruciating inch, until he was fully seated.

“Fuck,” Brandon gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as he adjusted to the feeling. “It’s so—it’s so full.”

Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk as he leaned in, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. “You’re taking both of us so well,” he murmured, his voice low and approving.

Jeremy and Nikolai started moving in sync, thrusting deep inside him. Brandon’s mind shattered. The sensation of being filled by both of them, stretching his ass, it was overwhelming, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Eack of their thrusts sending shockwaves through Brandon’s body. Nikolai’s hand was in his hair, guiding his rhythm as he fucked his thrusted, and Brandon moaned louder and louder, almost screaming.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jeremy growled, his grip tightening on Brandon’s hips as he picked up the pace. “God, you’re perfect.”

Brandon couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, his entire world consumed by the feel of them inside him, around him, everywhere. It was too much, but he never wanted it to stop. His body was trembling, his cock achingly hard as pleasure built inside him, overwhelming and all-consuming.

“That’s it, baby,” Nikolai murmured, his fingers tightening in Brandon’s hair. “Take it. Take all of us.”

Jeremy and Nikolai’s thrusts became rougher, hitting that spot inside Brandon that made stars explode behind his eyelids. Brandon screams as the pleasure mounted, threatening to consume him.

“You’re doing so good,” Jeremy panted, his voice strained with effort. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Nikolai’s hips jerked, his cock sliding deeper into Brandon as he cursed under his breath. “You’re ours, baby,” he growled, his voice fierce. “All fucking ours.”

Brandon’s body was trembling, his orgasm building like a tidal wave, unstoppable and inevitable. When it hit, it felt like being torn apart and put back together all at once. His vision went white as he came, his body convulsing between them, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Jeremy let out a guttural groan as he followed, his body trembling as he spilled inside Brandon, his grip bruising on his hips. Nikolai wasn’t far behind, his cock pulsing as he came with a low, possessive growl.

For a moment, the room was silent except for their ragged breathing. Brandon’s body was limp, his mind floating somewhere far away, blissfully detached from reality. He felt Nikolai’s arms wrap around him, pulling him close as Jeremy leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear in a soft, almost tender kiss.

“How was that, baby?” Nikolai murmured, his voice rough but warm.

Brandon could barely form words, his body still trembling with aftershocks. “I… I think I need a nap,” he managed to whisper, his voice hoarse and broken.

Jeremy chuckled, the sound low and satisfied. “Sleep darling” he said, his hands wrapping around him as well, and all of them drifting to sleep.

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Creighton x Remi

Creighton's hand rested on Remi’s thigh under the table. Remi, leaning back with a casual elegance, couldn’t help but smirk. He loved nights like these, spending time with Creighton. Just them alone, having a wonderful date night!

The waiter approached, a tall, handsome man with a charming smile and a little too much confidence. He placed their drinks on the table, his eyes lingering on Remi for a beat too long. “Here you go, gentlemen. Let me know if you need anything else,” he said smoothly, his gaze fixed on Remi.

Creighton’s grip on Remi’s thigh tightened almost imperceptibly. His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them as he stared the waiter down. “We’ll be fine,” he said curtly, his tone laced with warning.

The waiter hesitated, then chuckled nervously. “Of course. Enjoy your evening.” He walked away, but not before shooting Remi one last glance.

Remi burst into laughter the moment the waiter was out of earshot. “Oh, my god,” he said, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Did you see the look on his face? You scared him off.”

Creighton’s jaw clenched. “He was flirting with you,” he growled, his voice low and possessive.

“Was he?” Remi feigned innocence, leaning forward with a playful glint in his eyes. “I didn’t notice.”

“You’re full of shit,” Creighton muttered, his fingers digging into Remi’s thigh. “And you’re enjoying this way too much.”

Oh, I am, Remi thought, biting back another laugh. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Creighton’s ear as he whispered, “You know, if you wanted me all to yourself, you could’ve just said so.”

Creighton turned his head sharply, his lips inches from Remi’s. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice a low, possessive rumble that sent a shiver down Remi’s spine. “And I don’t share.”

Remi’s smirk widened.

The rest of the dinner was a game of teasing and tension. Remi was enjoying this way too much so he made sure every time the waiter passed by, he made a point of smiling at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Creighton’s glare was enough to make the man avoid their table entirely, but Remi’s laughter only grew with each passing moment.

By the time they left the restaurant, Creighton’s patience was hanging by a thread. The elevator ride up to their penthouse was silent. Remi leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he studied Creighton’s rigid posture. “You’re really that worked up over a waiter?” he teased, his voice light but his eyes daring.

Creighton turned to him, his expression dark. “You’ve been asking for it all night,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. The elevator doors opened, and without another word, he grabbed Remi’s wrist and pulled him inside.

The door slammed shut behind them, and Creighton wasted no time. He spun Remi around, pressing him against the wall with a thud. His hands gripped Remi’s hips, his breath hot against his ear. “You think it’s funny to tease me?” he growled.

Remi’s laugh was cut short as Creighton’s hand came down hard on his ass. The sharp sting made him gasp, but it only fueled the heat pooling in his stomach. “Creigh—” he started, but another spank cut him off.

“You’re mine,” Creighton repeated, his voice rough with need. He spun Remi around again, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that stole the breath from his lungs. Remi moaned into the kiss, his hands tangling in Creighton’s hair as their bodies pressed together.

Creighton’s hands moved with purpose, stripping Remi of his clothes with practiced ease. He pushed him onto the bed, his eyes blazing with desire as he admired the sight of Remi sprawled out before him. “You’re going to remember tonight,” he promised, his voice a low growl.

Remi’s breath hitched as Creighton climbed over him, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. “I always do,” he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Creighton’s lips crashed against his again, their kiss feverish and desperate. His hands explored every inch of Remi’s body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Remi arched into his touch, moaning softly as Creighton’s fingers teased him, preparing him for what was to come.

When Creighton finally entered him, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust that made Remi cry out. His hands gripped the sheets, his body trembling with pleasure as Creighton set a relentless pace. Every thrust was a reminder of Creighton’s claim, a promise that no one else could ever have him like this.

Remi’s moans grew louder, his hands clawing at Creighton’s back as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. “C-Creigh,” he gasped, his voice breaking as he teetered on the edge.

Creighton growled in response, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire.

“Y-yours,” Remi gasped, his body shuddering as he came undone. “I’m yours.”

Creighton followed him over the edge, his release crashing over him like a wave. He collapsed onto Remi, their bodies slick with sweat as they struggled to catch their breath. He pressed a soft kiss to Remi’s lips, his touch tender now as he whispered, “Always.”

After cleaning them both up, Creighton pulled Remi into his arms, holding him close as they lay in bed. Remi nestled against his chest, a contented smile on his face. “You know,” he murmured, his voice drowsy, “I think I might tease you more often. Just to see you like that.”

Creighton chuckled, his fingers running through Remi’s hair. “Don’t push your luck,” he warned, though there was no real threat in his tone.

But Remi was already drifting off to sleep, his heart full and his body sated. After all, he didn’t need to hear the words to know how much Creighton loved him. It was in every touch, every glance, every moment they shared together.

Chapter Text

Eli x Brandon

The wedding chapel was silent, save for the ocean waves crashing against the shore outside. The room was dimly lit, candles flickering on every surface, casting warm, golden light over the altar. Eli stood at the front, his hands clasped tightly in front of him, his heart pounding in his chest. He’d waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity. Brandon was finally his.

Brandon stood beside him, his head lowered, his hands trembling slightly as Eli slipped the ring onto his finger. The weight of it felt foreign, but the warmth of Eli’s hand on his sent a shiver down his spine. His heart raced, his stomach twisting in knots. He’d always wanted this—wanted him—but the guilt of it lingered like a shadow in the back of his mind. Cousins, he reminded himself. This is wrong. But the way Eli looked at him, the way his voice softened when he spoke his vows, made it hard to remember why it mattered.

“I do,” Brandon whispered, his voice barely audible, but the words felt like a weight lifted from his chest. He looked up at Eli, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the way Eli’s eyes softened, the way his lips curved into a smile that made his stomach flip.

“I do,” Eli repeated, his voice steady, but the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s in a soft, lingering kiss that made his knees weak. Brandon’s heart raced, his hands trembling as he gripped Eli’s shoulders, his body leaning into the kiss before he could stop himself.

The kiss deepened, Eli’s hands sliding down Brandon’s back, pulling him closer until there was no space between them. Brandon’s breath hitched, his body responding to the heat of Eli’s touch, the way his lips moved against his with a desperation that left him lightheaded. He’d never felt like this before—never wanted someone this much. And now, he was his. Legally binding, Eli had said. Brandon hadn’t argued.

When they finally pulled away, Brandon’s head was spinning, his lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. Eli’s eyes were dark, his breath coming in short, shallow pants as he stared down at him. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice low, his hand cupping Brandon’s chin as he tilted his head up to meet his gaze. “My husband.”

Brandon’s heart skipped a beat, his stomach twisting with a mixture of guilt and desire. Husband. The word sent a shiver down his spine. He’d never imagined this—never thought it was possible. But now, standing here with Eli’s arms wrapped around him, he couldn’t imagine anything else.

Eli’s lips brushed against his again, soft and teasing, before he pulled away, his hand slipping into Brandon’s as he led him out of the chapel and toward the bedroom. The mansion was quiet, the air thick with anticipation as they stepped inside. Brandon’s heart raced, his hands trembling as Eli closed the door behind them, his eyes dark with desire as he turned to face him.

“Are you nervous?” Eli asked, his voice soft, his hand brushing against Brandon’s cheek as he leaned in, his lips brushing against his ear. “You don’t have to be. I’ll take care of you.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his body responding to the heat of Eli’s touch, the way his voice sent shivers down his spine. “I’m not nervous,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but the truth was, his heart was pounding in his chest. He’d never done this before—never imagined it could feel like this.

Eli’s lips brushed against his again, soft and teasing, before he pulled away, his hands sliding down Brandon’s chest, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Brandon’s breath hitched, his hands trembling as he reached up, his fingers brushing against Eli’s as he helped him remove his shirt. The cool air against his skin made him shiver, but the heat of Eli’s touch sent a wave of warmth through him.

Eli’s hands slid down his chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s neck, his teeth grazing against his skin. Brandon’s breath hitched, his body arching into the touch as Eli’s hands slid lower, his fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants.

“Eli,” Brandon whispered, his hands gripping Eli’s shoulders as he leaned into the touch. “Are you sure about this?”

Eli’s lips brushed against his again, soft and teasing, before he pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he stared down at him. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he whispered, his voice low, his hands sliding down Brandon’s chest as he leaned in, his lips brushing against his ear. “You’re mine, Brandon. And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his body responding to the heat of Eli’s touch, the way his voice sent shivers down his spine. He’d never felt like this before—never wanted someone this much. And now, he was Brandon Eli King...

Eli’s hands slid down his chest, his fingers fumbling with Brandon’s pants and boxers as he pulled them down, his breath hot against Brandon’s skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against his ear. “I’m going to take care of you,” he whispered, his voice low, his hands sliding down Brandon’s thighs as he pushed him back onto the bed. “Just relax.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his body arching into the touch as Eli’s hands slid up his thighs, his fingers brushing against the inside of his legs as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s neck. “E-Eli,” he whispered, his voice trembling, his hands gripping the sheets as Eli’s mouth moved lower, his lips brushing against his chest, his tongue flicking against his nipple.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eli whispered, his voice low, his hands sliding down, touching Brandon everywhere, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against his ear. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Eli’s breath hot against Brandon’s skin. His hand wrapping around Brandon’s cock as he stroked him slowly, his thumb brushing against the tip. “And I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Eli’s hand moved faster, his thumb brushing against the tip of his cock with every stroke. "Ah..Fuckk....P-please,” Brandon whimpered.

Eli pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locked on Brandon’s flushed face. Without a word, he reached into the drawer of the bedside table, his fingers closing around something soft and delicate. A small, mischievous smirk played on his lips as he brought the feather into view, its wispy tendrils catching the dim light of the room.

Brandon’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he saw the feather in Eli’s hand. "W-what are you doing?" he stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Eli didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Brandon’s lips before trailing the feather down his chest. The sensation was weird, the light touch making Brandon squirm and gasp. “E-Eli,” he whispered, his voice shaky, his hands clutching the sheets tightly.

The feather moved lower, brushing over his stomach, and Brandon’s body arched, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. Eli chuckled, the sound low and dark. “You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I love the way you react to me.”

Brandon’s cheeks flushed, his heart racing as the feather continued its slow, teasing path downward. Eli’s gaze was intense, watching every slight movement, every twitch of Brandon’s body as though he were memorizing every detail. The feather brushed against his inner thigh, and Brandon let out a soft whimper, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Eli’s smirk deepened, and he dropped the feather, his fingers trailing back up Brandon’s body, this time without the delicate barrier. His touch was firmer now, his hands exploring every inch of Brandon’s skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against his ear. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down Brandon’s spine. “All mine.”

Brandon’s breath came in ragged gasps as Eli’s fingers moved lower still, pausing momentarily before they reached his most sensitive spot. His body tensing, but Eli didn’t stop. He pressed a finger lightly against Brandon’s entrance, his touch gentle yet deliberate.

"E-Eli," Brandon whispered again, his voice trembling, his hands gripping the sheets even tighter. “W-wait…”

Eli’s eyes softened slightly, and he pressed a soft kiss to Brandon’s lips. “Shh,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “I’ll be gentle.”

Brandon’s eyes fluttered shut, a small nod escaping him as he tried to relax, his body still trembling with anticipation. Eli’s finger pressed in slowly, the sensation foreign yet intoxicating. Brandon’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping him as Eli began to move his finger in slow, deliberate circles.

"You’re so tight," Eli murmured, his voice strained, his own breathing heavy. He added a second finger, stretching Brandon slowly, carefully. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, his other hand caressing Brandon’s thigh soothingly.

Brandon’s body began to relax, his hips arching slightly into Eli’s touch. The sensation was overwhelming, and his moans grew louder, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. “E-Eli… it feels… soo good,” he managed to whisper, his voice breathless.

Eli’s eyes darkened at the sound of Brandon’s voice, his own arousal growing almost unbearable. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s neck as he continued to move his fingers inside him. “You are doing so well sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “So perfect for me.”

He could feel Eli’s fingers moving deeper, stretching him, preparing him, and the sensation was maddening as he hit the spot. He let out a soft cry, his hips thrusting slightly, his body craving more.

Eli pulled his fingers out slowly, his breath hot against Brandon’s skin as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Are you ready?” he whispered, his voice a low, husky murmur.

Brandon’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Eli’s. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he nodded slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y-yes… I’m ready.”

Eli’s lips curved into a small smile, and he positioned himself, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips tightly. He pushed in slowly, his eyes locked on Brandon’s face as he watched for any sign of discomfort.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, and Brandon’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping him. He felt full, stretched in a way he’d never experienced before, and yet, it was strangely intoxicating. His hands reached out, gripping Eli’s shoulders tightly, his nails digging into his skin.

“Don’t stop....fuckk,” Brandon whispered, his voice trembling, his body arching into the touch. “Please… don’t stop.”

Eli’s own desire nearly overwhelming him. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s face. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “So tight, so perfect.”

Brandon’s moans grew louder, his body trembling under Eli’s touch as the sensation built, his mind growing hazy with pleasure. He could feel Eli’s hands gripping his hips tightly, his thrusts growing faster, harder, until the sound of their bodies meeting filled the room.

Eli’s breath was hot against Brandon’s skin as he leaned in, pressing soft kisses to his neck, his chest, his lips. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice low.

Eli’s hands gripped Brandon’s hips, his breath heavy and ragged against the back of Brandon’s neck. “Turn over,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, leaving no room for refusal. Brandon hesitated for just a moment, his body still trembling from the intensity of it all, but the heat in Eli’s tone sent a shiver down his spine that he couldn’t ignore. Slowly, he shifted, his muscles aching as he flipped onto his hands and knees.

Eli’s dark eyes raked over Brandon’s body, taking in the curve of his back, the way his ass seemed to beg for attention. Mine, he thought, the word echoing through his mind like a mantra. He didn’t just want Brandon—he needed him, in every way possible. Eli’s hands moved to Brandon’s hips again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he positioned himself behind him.

“Eli…” Brandon’s voice was barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of nervousness and arousal. This is wrong… but it feels so right. The guilt was there, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming desire that pulsed through him, making his skin burn and his heart race.

Eli leaned forward, his chest pressing against Brandon’s back, his lips brushing against the shell of Brandon’s ear. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent another shiver through Brandon’s body. “Say it.” His tone was commanding, but there was a hint of desperation in it, as if he needed to hear the words to truly believe them.

Brandon’s breath caught in his throat, his mind clouded with a haze of pleasure and submission. “I’m… I’m yours,” he stammered, his voice trembling but sincere. The words seemed to unlock something in Eli, and he let out a low groan, his grip on Brandon’s hips tightening as he pushed forward.

The sudden fullness made Brandon gasp, his body instinctively trying to pull away, but Eli’s hands held him firmly in place. “Relax,” Eli whispered, his voice softer now, almost soothing. “Just relax for me, sweetheart.” His lips trailed down Brandon’s neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and bites that made Brandon’s skin tingle. Slowly, Brandon’s body began to ease, his muscles loosening as he gave himself over to the sensation.

Eli began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing Brandon to adjust to the feeling. But it wasn’t long before the pace began to quicken, Eli’s need for Brandon driving him harder, deeper. Brandon’s moans grew louder, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he pushed back against Eli, meeting each thrust with equal fervor.

“Fuckk....Eli…” Brandon’s voice was a broken whisper, his body trembling as the pleasure built inside him, threatening to overwhelm him. He could feel Eli’s hands gripping him tighter, the force of his thrusts growing more powerful, more desperate. It was as if Eli was trying to claim every inch of him, to leave no doubt that Brandon belonged to him and no one else.

Eli’s breath was hot against Brandon’s skin, his lips and teeth leaving marks as he moved. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “So tight, so perfect. You’re mine, Brandon. Mine.” The words were a declaration, a vow, and Brandon could feel the truth of them in every touch, every thrust.

Brandon’s mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his body responding to Eli’s every move with a fervor that surprised even him. The guilt, the doubt, the fear—it all melted away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered need that had been building between them for years. He wanted this. He needed this. “Eli… I’m… I’m so close...fuck…” he managed to choke out, his voice hoarse and trembling.

Eli’s response was a low growl, his thrusts growing even harder, even faster, as if he was determined to push Brandon over the edge. “Come for me sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. “Let go, Brandon. Now.”

The words were all it took. Brandon’s body tensed, his back arching as a wave of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him breathless and trembling. He cried out, the sound raw and unrestrained, as he reached his climax, his body shaking with the intensity of it. Eli wasn’t far behind, his own release coming with a low groan, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside Brandon, claiming him in the most intimate way possible.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breathing heavy and ragged. Eli’s hands moved to Brandon’s shoulders, his touch gentle after the raw intensity of their lovemaking. Brandon collapsed onto the mattress, his body spent and trembling, but his heart full in a way he hadn’t thought possible.

Eli moved to the side, pulling Brandon into his arms, his lips brushing against Brandon’s forehead in a soft, almost reverent kiss. “You’re mine - Mr Brandon Eli king,” he whispered again, his voice softer now, filled with a warmth that made Brandon’s heart ache. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Brandon’s eyes fluttered closed, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of their passion. He knew this was wrong. He knew it was forbidden. But as he lay there in Eli’s arms, he couldn’t bring himself to care. This is where I’m meant to be, he thought, his mind drifting as exhaustion began to take over. This is where I belong.

Eli’s arms tightened around him, his lips brushing against Brandon’s hair. “Sleep,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “I’ve got you.” And as much as Brandon wanted to stay awake, to savor the moment, his body had other plans. Within moments, he was asleep, his head resting against Eli’s chest, his heart finally at peace.

Chapter Text

Vaughn x Killian

“Oh, come on, Vaughn! You’re seriously going to act like this is the problem?” Killian’s voice screamed with defiance as he struggled against Vaughn’s iron grip, his body slung over the man’s shoulder like a sack of flour. The club music faded as Vaughn carried him through the VIP section, his jaw clenched tight. Killian’s fists pounded against Vaughn’s back, his legs kicking wildly, but it was no use. Vaughn wasn’t letting go.

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” Vaughn growled, his voice low and steely, barely audible over the music. He kicked open the door to the private room and stepped inside, slamming it shut behind them. The sudden silence was deafening. Vaughn dropped Killian onto the bed, his eyes blazing as he loomed over him.

Killian scrambled to sit up, his chest heaving, his dark hair disheveled. “Embarrassing myself? Or you?” he shot back, a smirk tugging at his lips. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the headboard, his eyes glittering with challenge. “Face it, Vaughn. This marriage is a joke. I’m just showing everyone what they already know.”

Vaughn’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “You think this is funny?” he asked, his voice dangerously calm. He took a step closer, his imposing frame casting a shadow over Killian. “Flirting with random guys in a club? Dancing like you’re single? You’re playing with fire, Killian.”

Killian’s smirk widened. “Oh, I’m terrified,” he drawled, his voice thick with sarcasm. He leaned forward, his eyes locking with Vaughn’s. “What are you going to do, huh? Lecture me? Ground me? Or maybe you’ll finally show me what you’re made of.”

Vaughn’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something primal igniting in their depths. He stepped forward abruptly, his hands gripping the headboard on either side of Killian’s head, caging him in. “You want to know what I’m made of?” he murmured, his voice low and steady, sending a shiver down Killian’s spine. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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It had started hours earlier, in the quiet of their shared apartment. Killian had been pacing the living room, his mind racing with rebellion. He couldn’t stand it—the forced marriage, the expectations, the way everyone looked at them like they were some perfect match. He didn’t hate Vaughn. In fact, if things had been different, maybe he would’ve fallen for him. But this? This wasn’t love. This was a cage.

And Killian wasn’t about to let himself be trapped.

So he’d made a plan. A stupid, reckless plan, but a plan nonetheless. He’d go out, make a scene, and make sure everyone knew this marriage was a mistake. He’d flirt, dance, and maybe even kiss someone—just enough to stir the pot. And Vaughn? Vaughn would have no choice but to call it off.

Except Vaughn had other ideas.

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The club had been pulsing with energy, the air thick with sweat and the scent of alcohol. Killian had thrown himself into the crowd, his body moving to the beat of the music, his laughter ringing out as he flirted shamelessly with anyone who caught his eye. He’d been bold, careless, daring Vaughn to stop him.

And Vaughn had.

Now, here they were, in this private room, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. Killian’s heart raced as Vaughn leaned in closer, his breath hot against his skin. “You think you can just play with me?” Vaughn murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You think I’m going to let you embarrass us both and the Bratva like that?”

Killian swallowed hard, his bravado faltering for a moment. “I wasn’t—” he started, but Vaughn cut him off.

“You were,” Vaughn said, his voice firm. He reached out, his fingers gripping Killian’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “And you’re going to regret it.”

Before Killian could respond, Vaughn’s lips crashed into his, the kiss fierce and possessive. Killian’s eyes widened in shock, his hands instinctively gripping Vaughn’s shoulders. The kiss was all-consuming, a wildfire that burned away any thoughts of resistance. Vaughn’s tongue pushed past his lips, claiming him with a hunger that left Killian breathless.

When Vaughn finally pulled away, Killian’s lips were swollen, his chest heaving. “Vaughn—” he started, his voice shaky, but Vaughn wasn’t done.

“You belong to me,” Vaughn said, his voice a low growl. “And I’m done playing games.”

He grabbed Killian by the waist, flipping him onto his stomach with ease. Killian gasped, his hands scrambling for purchase on the bed as Vaughn positioned himself behind him. “You’ve been asking for this,” Vaughn muttered, his hand landing on Killian’s ass with a sharp crack.

Killian’s breath hitched, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him. “V—” he started, but Vaughn cut him off again.

“You wanted this,” Vaughn said, his voice firm. “And now you’re going to get it.”

His hand came down again, harder this time, and Killian couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips. Vaughn’s hands were relentless, each spank sending waves of heat through Killian’s body. He writhed beneath Vaughn, his skin tingling, his mind a whirlwind of sensations.

“You’re mine,” Vaughn murmured, his voice rough with desire. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Vaughn’s hand came down hard on Killian’s ass again, as he took him into his arms. The sharp sting making him gasp. His body arched involuntarily, pressing back into Vaughn’s solid frame. Vaughn’s heat enveloped him, his broad chest against Killian’s back, the firmness of his thighs caging Killian’s hips. The tension between them was electric, a live wire sparking with every touch, every breath.

“You think you can just go out there and flirt with anyone you want?” Vaughn growled, his voice low and dangerous. His hand slid down to grip Killian’s hip, his fingers digging in possessively. “You think I’d let you?”

Killian’s breath was ragged, his mind a haze of arousal and defiance. “I—It wasn’t—” he started, but Vaughn cut him off with another sharp spank.

“Don’t lie to me,” Vaughn warned, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. His lips brushed against the shell of Killian’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “You wanted this. You wanted me to stop you. Admit it.”

Killian’s cheeks burned, not just from the spanking but from the truth in Vaughn’s words. He had wanted this. Wanted Vaughn to come after him, to prove that he was the only one who could ever make Killian feel this way. But he couldn’t say it. Couldn’t give Vaughn the satisfaction. He didn't to accept this marriage after all. Instead, he let out a shaky laugh, trying to play it off. “You’re so full of yourself.”

Vaughn’s response was immediate. He grabbed Killian’s hips and pressed him down into the bed, his body covering Killian’s completely. His hardness pressed against Killian’s ass, and Killian couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped his lips. Vaughn leaned down, his breath hot against Killian’s ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with a dark promise. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Killian’s heart raced, his body trembling with anticipation. He wanted to fight, to resist, but every part of him was drawn to Vaughn, to the raw dominance that radiated from him. “You can’t just—” Killian started, but Vaughn’s hand slid around to his front, gripping him firmly through his pants. Killian’s words dissolved into a gasp, his hips bucking into Vaughn’s touch.

“Can’t I?” Vaughn murmured, his lips trailing down Killian’s neck. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, leaving a mark that would remind Killian of who he belonged to later. “You’ve been pushing me, Killian. Testing me. But tonight, you’re the one who’s going to break.”

Killian’s breath hitched, his body arching into Vaughn’s as his hand worked him through the fabric. “V—” he whimpered, his voice barely audible. He wanted to protest, to tell Vaughn to stop, but his body betrayed him, craving more, craving everything.

Vaughn’s lips curled into a smirk against Killian’s skin. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Let go. Stop fighting it.”

His hand moved away, and Killian groaned in frustration, his hips lifting off the bed, searching for more friction. But Vaughn’s body pressed down harder, pinning him in place. “Not yet,” Vaughn said, his voice firm but laced with a dark promise. “You’re going to wait. You’re going to take what I give you.”

Killian’s nails dug into the sheets, his body trembling with need. He hated how much control Vaughn had over him, how easily he could reduce him to a quivering mess. “You’re such an asshole,” he breathed, but there was no venom in his words, only desperation.

Vaughn chuckled, the sound dark and low. “And yet, you’re still here,” he said, his hands moving to unbutton his own pants. “Still waiting for me to give you what you want.”

Killian’s eyes flicked down, watching as Vaughn freed himself, his cock hard and thick, the sight of it sending a jolt of heat straight to Killian’s core. “Vaughn—” he started, but Vaughn silenced him with a kiss, his lips crashing against Killian’s with a ferocity that left no room for argument.

The kiss was possessive, demanding, Vaughn’s tongue claiming every inch of Killian’s mouth as his hands gripped Killian’s hips, lifting them slightly. Killian’s moan was swallowed by the kiss, his body arching as Vaughn’s cock pressed against his entrance, slick with the lube Vaughn must have grabbed at some point.

“Tell me you want this,” Vaughn murmured against his lips, his voice rough with need. “Tell me you’re mine.” Vaughn, now completely naked, slowly positioned himself.

Killian’s breath was ragged, his mind clouded with desire. “I—” he started, but Vaughn thrusts forward, just enough to make Killian gasp, his body tightening around Vaughn’s cock. The thrusts became faster.

“Say it,” Vaughn demanded, his hands gripping Killian’s hips tighter, his voice leaving no room for hesitation.

Killian’s nails dug into Vaughn’s shoulders, his body trembling with need. “I’m yours,” he whispered, his voice breaking as Vaughn pushed in deeper, the stretch sending waves of pleasure through him.

“Good,” Vaughn growled, his hips thrusting forward. Killian’s moan was loud, unrestrained, his body arching as Vaughn began to move, each thrust hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur with pleasure.

“You’re mine,” Vaughn repeated, his voice a low growl as he pounded into Killian, his hands gripping him tightly, keeping him in place. “Only mine.”

Killian’s body was on fire, every nerve alight with the sensations Vaughn was drawing from him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel the relentless force of Vaughn’s thrusts, the way he claimed every inch of Killian’s body. “Vaughn—” he gasped, his voice breaking as Vaughn’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me,” Vaughn commanded, his voice rough and demanding. “Let go.”

Killian’s body obeyed, his orgasm crashing over him with an intensity that left him gasping for air. His body spasmed, his nails digging into Vaughn’s shoulders as he came, his cum spilling over Vaughn’s hand. Vaughn’s thrusts became erratic, his own release hot and heavy as he spilled inside Killian, his body trembling with the force of it.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling as they came down from their high. Vaughn’s lips brushed against Killian’s neck, his voice soft but firm. “I’m never letting anyone else have you.” he whispered again, his hands gripping Killian’s hips possessively.

Killian’s heart raced, his body still trembling from the intensity of their connection. He wanted to argue, to protest, but deep down, he knew Vaughn was right. He was Vaughn’s, whether he liked it or not. And as Vaughn’s lips pressed against his in a slow, claiming kiss, Killian couldn’t help but surrender, his body and soul completely claimed by the man who had refused to let him go. But it doesn't mean he would play nice.

Chapter Text

Eli x Landon

Landon leaned against the wall of the restaurant bathroom, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to steady himself. The cool tile pressed into his back, grounding him, but his mind was spinning. The soft hum of the vibrator still buzzed faintly between his legs, a constant reminder of Eli’s audacity. His lips parted, a sharp breath escaping as he glared at the door, waiting for Eli to make his entrance.

The knob turned, and there he was—Eli, with that infuriatingly smug grin plastered across his face. “Having fun yet, cousin?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he stepped inside, locking the door behind him with a soft click.

Landon narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening. “You’re unbelievable,” he shot back, though his tone lacked its usual bite. His body betrayed him, the heat in his cheeks and the way his legs felt unsteady giving him away.

Eli chuckled, moving closer, his presence filling the small space. “Oh, come on. You knew this was coming. A favour’s a favour, right?” He reached into his pocket, pulling out the remote to the vibrator and holding it up like a trophy. “And you did say you owed me.”

Landon scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, though it did little to hide the way his body reacted. “I didn’t think you’d cash it in like this,” he muttered, his voice wavering as Eli’s thumb hovered over the remote’s control.

“What’s the matter, Lan?” Eli taunted, his grin widening. “Can’t handle a little challenge?” He pressed the button, the vibrator humming to life again, and Landon’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the sink behind him.

“Eli—” Landon started, but his words dissolved into a groan as Eli stepped even closer, his other hand reaching out to grip Lan’s hip. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Maybe,” Eli said, his voice dropping lower, his breath warm against Landon’s ear. “But you’re the one who decided to wear it. And you’re the one who’s not backing down.”

Landon’s grip on the sink tightened as the vibrations intensified, his legs trembling beneath him. He hated how much he relished the control Eli had over him, how his body responded like a puppet on strings. He hated how much he wanted it.

Eli watched him with a mixture of amusement and desire, his eyes darkening as he took in the way Landon’s body reacted. “You look good like this,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of Lan’s shirt, teasing the skin beneath. “All flushed and desperate. I bet you’re loving every second of it.”

“Shut up,” Landon snapped, though the effect was ruined by the way his voice cracked as Eli’s hand slid under his shirt, his touch sending shivers down his spine.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Eli said, his grin turning wicked as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “I think you want me to keep going. I think you’ve been waiting for this.”

Landon’s breath hitched, his pulse racing as Eli’s fingers dipped lower, tracing the waistband of his pants. He wanted to argue, to push him away and maintain some semblance of control, but his body betrayed him, leaning into Eli’s touch instead.

Eli smirked, sensing the shift, and his hand slipped beneath the fabric, his fingers curling around the vibrator. He pressed it harder against Landon, the sensation making Lan’s knees buckle. “Tell me, Lan,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “Do you want me to stop?”

Landon’s lips parted, a shuddering breath escaping him as he tried to form words. He wanted to say yes, to tell Eli to back off and leave him alone, but the truth was, he didn’t. He wanted this. He wanted Eli—wanted his touch, his control, his everything.

“No,” he admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eli’s smirk widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s as he whispered, “Good.”

The kiss was electric, a clash of heat and desperation as Eli’s hands roamed over Landon’s body, pulling him closer, claiming him with every touch. Landon’s hands found their way to Eli’s shoulders, gripping tightly as he kissed back with equal fervor, all pretense of resistance gone.

Eli’s fingers fumbled with the button of Landon’s pants, pushing them down along with his boxers, the cool air of the bathroom hitting Lan’s heated skin. He pressed the vibrator against him again, the sensation making Landon gasp against his mouth.

“Tell me what you want, Lan,” Eli demanded, his voice rough with desire as he broke the kiss, his eyes locking with Landon’s.

Landon hesitated for only a second before answering, his voice trembling but firm. “You. I want you.”

Eli’s smirk softened into something almost tender as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s once more. “You’ve got me,” he murmured.

The room seemed to spin as Eli’s hands moved with purpose, his touch igniting every nerve in Landon’s body. The vibrator was forgotten as Eli’s focus shifted entirely to Lan, his fingers exploring, teasing, making him ache with need.

Landon’s back hit the wall again, his head tipping back as Eli’s lips trailed down his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Eli—” he gasped, his fingers tangling in Eli’s hair, pulling him closer.

“Shh,” Eli murmured against his skin, his hands sliding down to grip Lan’s hips. “Just let me take care of you.”

The promise in his words made Landon’s breath catch, his body arching into Eli’s touch. He could feel the heat building inside him, every nerve alight as Eli’s hands and mouth worked him over, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

“Eli, I—” Landon started, but his words were cut off by a groan as Eli’s hand wrapped around his cock, the pressure was so good, the pace steady and unrelenting.

“I’ve got you,” Eli assured him, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm of sensation. “Let go, Lan.”

And he did. With a shuddering gasp, Landon came, his body trembling as Eli held him through it, his touch gentle now, soothing. Landon slumped against the wall, his breathing ragged, his heart pounding in his chest.

Eli stepped back slightly, his eyes scanning Landon’s face with a mix of satisfaction and something softer—something that made Landon’s stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with what had just happened.

“You okay?” Eli asked, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.

Landon nodded, still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah,” he managed, his voice hoarse. “But this isn’t over.”

Eli raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Oh?”

Landon pushed off the wall, his legs still a little unsteady but his resolve firm. “I’m just returning the favour,” he said, his hands reaching for Eli’s belt. “Now it’s your turn.”

Landon’s hands moved with a purpose, unbuckling Eli’s belt with a sharp tug. His lips crashed onto Eli’s again, hungrier this time, his tongue sliding against Eli’s with a kind of desperation that made Eli’s breath hitch. Landon’s fingers fumbled with the button of Eli’s jeans, his movements fueled by the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

Eli’s smirk faltered for a moment, his hands gripping Landon’s waist as he pushed back against the sink. “Someone’s eager,” he murmured against Landon’s lips, his voice low and taunting.

“Shut up,” Landon growled, his voice rough as he finally yanked Eli’s jeans down. His hands wrapped around Eli’s cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. Landon’s lips trailed down Eli’s neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as he stroked him slowly, teasingly.

Eli’s head fell back against the mirror with a soft thud, his hips jerking involuntarily into Landon’s hand. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained.

Landon smirked against Eli’s collarbone, his thumb brushing over the tip of Eli’s cock. “Not so smug now, are you?” he whispered, his breath hot against Eli’s skin.

Eli’s hands tightened on Landon’s waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. “You’re fucking insufferable,” he muttered, though the way his hips rolled into Landon’s touch betrayed his words.

Landon chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening around Eli’s cock as he picked up the pace. He could feel Eli’s resolve wavering, the way his breath came in short, uneven gasps. It was a rare sight, seeing Eli so undone, and Landon relished every second of it.

But Eli wasn’t one to be outdone for long. His hand shot out, grabbing Landon’s wrist and stopping his movements. His eyes met Landon’s, dark and full of intent. “My turn,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

Landon’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t back down. “You think you’re in control here?” he challenged, his voice dripping with defiance.

Eli’s lips curved into a wicked grin, and before Landon could react, Eli had spun him around, pressing him against the sink. “Oh, I know I am,” he whispered, his breath hot against Landon’s ear.

Landon’s hands gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles turning white as Eli’s hands slid down his hips, pulling his pants down in one swift motion. The cool air hit his exposed skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

Eli’s fingers trailed along Landon’s thighs, teasing and taunting as they moved closer to where he wanted them most. “You want this, don’t you?” Eli murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of heat straight to Landon’s core.

Landon bit his lip, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Eli’s fingers brushed against his entrance. “Eli—” he started, but his voice broke off into a moan as Eli pushed a finger inside him.

Eli chuckled darkly, his lips pressing against the back of Landon’s neck. “Say it,” he commanded, his voice firm but laced with a kind of sweetness that made Landon’s chest tighten.

Landon’s hips rocked back against Eli’s hand, his breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. “I want it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eli’s smile widened, and he added another finger, curling them just right to make Landon’s knees go weak. “Good boy,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear.

Landon’s hands gripped the sink tighter, his body trembling with the need for more. “Eli, please,” he begged, his voice breaking.

Eli didn’t need to be told twice. He withdrew his fingers, and Landon could hear the rustle of clothes as Eli positioned himself. The moment Eli pushed inside him, Landon’s head fell back, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips.

Eli’s hands gripped Landon’s hips, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through Landon’s body. “You feel so good,” Eli murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Landon’s breaths came in short, uneven gasps, his hands sliding up the mirror as Eli’s thrusts quickened. “Fuck, Eli—” he moaned, his voice breaking off into a strangled cry as Eli hit just the right spot.

Eli’s lips pressed against Landon’s shoulder, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he lost himself in the heat of the moment. “Come for me, Landon,” he commanded, his voice rough and desperate.

Landon’s body obeyed, his release hitting him like a tidal wave, his knees buckling beneath him. Eli followed soon after, his hips jerking as he buried himself deep inside Landon, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, the only sound in the bathroom was their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Eli’s hands rested on Landon’s hips, his body pressed against Landon’s back as they both tried to catch their breath.

Finally, Eli pulled away, his hands moving to fix his clothes. Landon straightened up, his legs still a little shaky as he turned to face Eli.

Eli smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You good?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Landon glared at him, though there was no real heat behind it. “You’re an asshole,” he muttered, though the way his lips curved into a small smile betrayed his words.

Eli chuckled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Landon’s lips. “And you love it,” he murmured, his breath warm against Landon’s skin.

Landon rolled his eyes, but he didn’t deny it. “Let’s get back before Brandon starts asking questions,” he said, his voice still a little shaky.

Eli nodded, his smirk still firmly in place as he unlocked the bathroom door. “After you,” he said, gesturing for Landon to go first.

Landon shot him one last glare before stepping out of the bathroom, his legs still a little unsteady. Eli followed close behind, his hand resting on the small of Landon’s back as they made their way back to the table.

Landon was still trying to steady his breathing, his body tingling from the intensity of what had just happened in the bathroom. Eli, on the other hand, was as smug as ever, his hand brushing against Landon’s under the table, a silent reminder of their secret.

Across from them, Brandon was mid-conversation with Creighton looking a bit weird?, then his brow furrowed with concern as he glanced at Landon. “You sure you’re okay, Lan? You look… flushed,” Brandon asked, his voice laced with that familiar kindness.

Landon forced a smile, his heart still racing. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… warm in here, that’s all.”

Brandon nodded, though the worry didn’t entirely leave his eyes. Meanwhile, Creighton, who had been so engrossed in his own thoughts, leaned back in his chair, his leg casually brushing against Brandon’s under the table. Brandon’s cheeks immediately turned pink, and he shifted slightly, clearly flustered.

Creighton didn’t miss a beat. His lips curled into a slight smirk as he leaned closer to Brandon, his voice a whisper and teasing only he could hear him. “You alright, Bran? You seem a little… distracted.”

Brandon’s eyes widened, and he stammered, “S-stop that Creigh!”

Creighton chuckled and whispered softly, his leg pressing a little more firmly against Brandon’s. “Stop what? You were enjoying it before they came back.”

Brandon glared and looked away, ignoring Creighton.... his brow furrowing in concern again. “Are you syre you guys are okay?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine worry.

Landon nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just needed some air,” he said, his voice steady despite the way his pulse still raced.

Eli smirked, sitting down beside Landon and leaning back in his chair. “Just a little bathroom break,” he said, his voice light and teasing.

Landon shot him a glare, but he didn’t say anything. Brandon, simply nodded, though there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes. Creighton, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care as he already knew what happend. He was focused only on Brandon. Landon, on the other hand, was not focused on anything else other than Eli.

Eli reached under the table, his fingers brushing against Landon’s thigh in a silent reminder of what had just transpired. Landon’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away, instead leaning into Eli’s touch as their brothers continued talking.

The meal continued, the conversation flowing easily despite the tension simmering beneath the surface. Landon could feel Eli’s eyes on him, the heat in his gaze making his skin prickle.

Finally, as they were finishing up, Eli leaned over to Landon, his lips brushing against his ear. “Round two?” he whispered, his voice low and full of promise.

Landon’s breath caught in his throat, his heart racing at the thought. He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he simply nodded, his lips curving into a small, secretive smile.

Eli’s smirk widened, and he leaned back in his chair, his arm resting casually on Landon’s. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured, his voice low and full of intent.

Chapter Text

Kayden x Gareth

“Henry? Who the fuck is Henry?” Kayden’s voice cut through the dark room, sharp and accusing. Gareth jolted awake, disoriented, his heart racing as he blinked up at Kayden’s furious face hovering over him. The sheets were tangled around his legs, his skin slick with sweat, and his mind still foggy from the dream that had felt so real.

“What are you—?” Gareth started, but Kayden wasn’t having it.

“No, don’t even try to play dumb. I heard you. You said his name. Henry.” Kayden’s voice was low, dangerous, and Gareth could see the fire in his eyes even in the dim light of the room.

“It was just a dream,” Gareth stammered, his voice hoarse from sleep. He tried to sit up, but Kayden pinned him back down with a firm hand on his chest.

“A dream, huh? About Henry?” Kayden’s jaw tightened, his jealousy flaring like a wildfire. “Who is he, Gareth? Some guy from work? Someone you’ve been thinking about?”

Gareth swallowed hard. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the guilt creeping in even though he hadn’t done anything wrong. “No, it’s not like that. I don’t even know a Henry!”

Kayden raised an eyebrow, his expression sceptical. “Right. You just happened to dream about someone named Henry. That’s a coincidence, is it?”

Gareth hesitated. He couldn’t exactly explain that he’d been dreaming about Henry Cavill, of all people—the actor, the absurdly handsome, chiseled-in-stone, Superman. It was ridiculous, even to him. But Kayden was already on edge, his jealousy simmering just below the surface, and Gareth knew better than to try to brush it off.

“It was just… a random dream,” Gareth finally said, his voice softer now. “It didn’t mean anything. You know you’re the only one I want.”

Kayden’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Gareth thought he might let it go. But then Kayden leaned in closer, his voice a low growl. “You’re mine, Gareth. Mine. And I don’t like the idea of someone else—even in your dreams—touching what belongs to me.”

Gareth’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. There was something about the way Kayden said it—so possessive, so intense—that sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel the weight of Kayden’s jealousy, the way it wrapped around him like a vice, and he couldn’t help but feel a spark of something else—something thrilling, something dangerous.

“I’m sorry,” Gareth whispered, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to—”

But Kayden wasn’t listening. Without another word, he grabbed Gareth by the wrist and flipped him over onto his stomach, yanking him across his lap. Gareth’s breath caught in his throat, his heart racing as he felt Kayden’s hand come down hard on his bare ass.

The first spank landed with a sharp crack, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Gareth gasped, his body tensing as the sting spread through him.

“This is what happens,” Kayden said, his voice dark and commanding, “when you think about someone else.”

The second spank was even harder, and Gareth let out a small, involuntary moan. He could feel the heat building in his skin, the pain mingling with something else—something electric.

Kayden didn’t hold back. Each spank was precise, deliberate, and Gareth could feel his body growing more and more sensitive with every strike. By the tenth spank, he was panting, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as he tried to steady himself.

“Fifteen,” Kayden said, his voice rough with desire. “And then I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”

The next five spanks were brutal, each one harder than the last, and by the time Kayden was done, Gareth’s ass was on fire. But it wasn’t just the pain that had him trembling—it was the way Kayden’s hand lingered on his skin, the way his touch sent sparks shooting through him.

Kayden didn’t give him a moment to recover. He flipped Gareth onto his back, his hands rough and demanding as he pinned him to the bed. Gareth’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, his body aching and throbbing with need.

“You’re mine,” Kayden growled, his voice low and possessive. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Gareth whispered, his voice trembling. “Only yours.”

Kayden’s lips crashed down on his in a fierce, bruising kiss, his tongue pushing into Gareth’s mouth like he was trying to claim him all over again. Gareth moaned, his hands tangling in Kayden’s hair as he kissed him back with everything he had.

Kayden’s hands were everywhere, tearing at Gareth’s clothes, ripping them away until there was nothing left between them. Gareth could feel the heat of Kayden’s skin against his, the way their bodies fit together like they were made for each other.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Kayden whispered against Gareth’s ear, his voice rough with need, “that you won’t be able to think about anyone else.”

Kayden’s lips trailed down Gareth’s neck, leaving a trail of hot, possessive kisses that made Gareth’s skin prickle with anticipation. His hands moved with purpose, gripping Gareth’s thighs and spreading them apart, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Gareth’s breath hitched as Kayden’s dark, intense gaze locked onto his, the weight of his jealousy still burning in his eyes.

“You’re mine,” Kayden growled, his voice low and commanding. “Every inch of you.”

Gareth nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yours.”

Kayden’s lips curled into a predatory smile as he leaned down, his breath hot against Gareth’s inner thigh. “I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

Gareth’s body trembled as Kayden’s tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin just below his navel. His hands clenched the sheets as Kayden’s mouth moved lower, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down Gareth’s spine. And then, without warning, Kayden’s tongue pressed against him, slow and deliberate, licking a stripe over his entrance. Gareth’s back arched off the bed, a gasp escaping his lips.

“Kayde—” he moaned, his voice trembling.

Kayden didn’t respond with words, only with action. His tongue circled Gareth’s rim, teasing and coaxing him open with relentless precision. Every flick, every lick, sent jolts of pleasure through Gareth’s body, leaving him writhing and begging for more. Kayden’s hands gripped Gareth’s hips, holding him still as he worked him over with his mouth, his tongue probing deeper, harder.

“Fuck,” Gareth breathed, his head falling back against the pillow. “Kayde, please—”

Kayden pulled back, his lips glistening. “Please what?” he demanded, his voice thick with desire.

“More,” Gareth pleaded, his chest heaving. “I need more.”

Kayden smirked, his fingers trailing down Gareth’s trembling thighs. “You’re going to get more than you bargained for.”

One finger pressed against Gareth’s entrance, slipping in with ease thanks to the slickness of Kayden’s tongue. Gareth gasped, his body clenching around the intrusion as Kayden’s finger worked him open, curling and stroking in a way that made Gareth see stars. A second finger joined the first, stretching him wider, deeper. Kayden’s pace was methodical, almost cruel in its precision, driving Gareth to the edge without letting him tip over.

“You like that?” Kayden murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he watched Gareth’s face contort with pleasure.

“Yes,” Gareth gasped, his hands gripping the sheets. “Fuck, yes.”

Kayden’s fingers scissored inside him, stretching him even further, preparing him for what was to come. Gareth’s body trembled with the force of his need, every nerve ending alight with sensation. And then, just when Gareth thought he couldn’t take anymore, Kayden added a third finger, pushing him to the brink.

“Kayde—” Gareth’s voice cracked, his body arching off the bed. “I can’t—I need—”

“You need me,” Kayden finished for him, his voice rough and possessive. “And you’re going to get me.”

He pulled his fingers out, leaving Gareth empty and desperate. Gareth whimpered at the loss, but Kayden didn’t leave him wanting for long. He grabbed Gareth by the hips, flipping him onto his stomach and pulling him up onto his knees. Gareth’s face pressed into the pillow as Kayden positioned himself behind him, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“You’re mine,” Kayden growled, lining himself up. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Gareth breathed, his voice trembling. “Only yours.”

Kayden pushed into him in one hard, relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Gareth cried out, his body stretching to accommodate Kayden’s size. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left Gareth gasping for air. Kayden didn’t give him time to adjust, pulling out and thrusting back in with the same force, his pace relentless.

“You won’t think about him,” Kayden snarled, his voice a low growl as he fucked into Gareth harder, deeper. “You won’t even remember his name.”

“I can’t—I won’t—” Gareth’s words were cut off by a moan as Kayden’s thrusts hit that spot inside him, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. His hands clawed at the sheets, his body trembling as Kayden’s pace grew more frantic, more desperate.

“You’re mine,” Kayden repeated, his voice raw with possessiveness. “Every fucking inch of you.”

Gareth could only nod, his words lost in the haze of pleasure that consumed him. Kayden’s hands moved to his hips, his grip tightening as he pulled Gareth back onto him with each thrust, driving into him harder, faster, until Gareth thought he might break. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythm that matched the pounding of Gareth’s heart.

“Kayde—” Gareth moaned, his voice breaking as he reached the edge, his body tense and trembling.

Kayden’s lips brushed against Gareth’s ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Let me feel you baby.”

Gareth’s body obeyed, shuddering as he came, his release spilling onto the sheets beneath him. Kayden followed him over the edge, burying himself deep inside Gareth as he came with a low, possessive growl.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling as they tried to catch their breath. Kayden’s hands moved to Gareth’s shoulders, turning him onto his back and pulling him into a fierce, possessive kiss.

“So beautiful,” Kayden whispered against Gareth’s lips, his voice soft but firm. He hugs Gareth and they fall asleep.

Chapter Text

Vaughn x Yulian

“Get the fuck out before I kill you!” Vaughn’s voice roared through the room, sharp and commanding, cutting through the heavy air like a blade. The man who had been tangled with Yulian froze mid-action, his body stiffening under the weight of Vaughn’s glare. “Now,” Vaughn snarled, his tone leaving no room for argument. The man scrambled off the bed, pulling his clothes together with trembling hands before bolting out the door, leaving Yulian panting and disheveled on the silk sheets.

Yulian’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a smirk as he propped himself up on his elbows. “What the hell, Vaughn? You can't just barge in like some fucking caveman. Do you own me now or something?”

Vaughn didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he stepped closer to the bed. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, charged with the kind of tension that made Yulian’s pulse quicken despite his defiant posture. Vaughn’s voice was low, dangerous, a growl that sent shivers down Yulian’s spine. “You’re mine, Yulian. And you know that.”

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It had started with a text—a single fucking sentence that had sent Vaughn spiraling into a rage he hadn’t felt in years. “Yulian’s sleeping with some guy.” Gareth’s message was simple, but it had been enough to make Vaughn see red. He hadn’t even bothered to reply. Instead, he’d booked the first flight to Brighton Island, his mind a whirlwind of possessiveness and fury.

The Serpent’s mansion was as opulent as ever, its sprawling grounds a testament to Yulian’s father’s wealth and power. Vaughn had been here before, but never like this. Never with this kind of fire burning in his chest. He’d stalked through the halls, his footsteps echoing like a predator closing in on its prey. He didn’t need to ask where Yulian was; he could feel it, like some primal instinct guiding him straight to the brat’s bedroom.

And then he’d found him. Yulian, sprawled beneath some nameless man, his moans filling the room, his skin glistening with sweat. Vaughn’s blood had boiled. The sight of someone else touching what was his had been too much to bear. And now, here they were.

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Yulian rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, please. You don’t own me, Vaughn. I can do whatever I want with whomever I want.”

Vaughn’s hand shot out, gripping Yulian’s wrist and yanking him forward. “Is that so?” he hissed, his face inches from Yulian’s. His free hand tangled in Yulian’s hair, pulling his head back sharply. Yulian gasped, but the sound was cut off as Vaughn’s lips crashed against his. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a claim, rough and demanding, leaving no room for resistance.

Yulian struggled, his hands pushing against Vaughn’s chest, but Vaughn didn’t budge. He deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing its way into Yulian’s mouth, dominating him in a way that made Yulian’s body betray him. A moan escaped his lips, soft and involuntary, and Vaughn smirked against his mouth.

“You’re such a liar,” Vaughn muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”

Yulian glared at him, his chest heaving. “Fuck you.”

Vaughn chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on Yulian’s hair. “Oh, no, darling. Tonight, it’s me fucking you.”

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The fight that followed was almost predictable. Yulian was all fire and defiance, lashing out with sharp words and sharper nails. Vaughn was unyielding, his strength and control undeniable as he pinned Yulian to the bed, his weight pressing down on the brat’s lithe frame.

“Get off me!” Yulian spat, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else—something Vaughn recognized all too well. Anticipation. Vaughn smirked, leaning down to whisper in Yulian’s ear.

“You can fight me all you want, but we both know you’re going to beg for it in the end.”

Yulian’s breath hitched, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he let out a frustrated growl. “I hate you.”

Vaughn’s lips curved into a cruel smile. “No, you don’t.”

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Their bodies collided with a raw, primal intensity that left Yulian gasping. Vaughn’s hands were everywhere—gripping, pulling, claiming. He pinned Yulian’s wrists above his head, his other hand wrapping around Yulian’s throat. Not enough to hurt, just enough to remind him who was in control. Yulian’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping his lips as Vaughn’s thumb brushed against his pulse point.

“Look at me,” Vaughn commanded, his voice low and rough. Yulian’s eyes snapped open, meeting Vaughn’s gaze with a mixture of defiance and submission. Vaughn smirked, leaning down to press his lips against Yulian’s neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. Each mark was a reminder, a claim that no one else could dispute.

Yulian’s breath quickened, his body arching into Vaughn’s touch despite his earlier protests. “You’re such an asshole,” he muttered, his voice trembling.

Vaughn chuckled, his lips brushing against Yulian’s ear. “Keep talking, brat. It only makes me want to fuck you harder.”

---

The room was filled with their muffled moans. Vaughn pressed into him with a force that left Yulian gasping, his nails digging into Vaughn’s back. Vaughn’s grip on Yulian’s hair tightened, yanking his head back to expose his neck. He left more marks, biting and sucking until Yulian’s skin was a canvas of bruises.

Vaughn’s fingers dug into Yulian’s hips, holding him in place as he thrust deeper, each movement rougher than the last. Yulian’s breath hitched, his body trembling beneath Vaughn’s weight. “You think you can just bring anyone into my bed?” Vaughn growled, his voice low and dangerous. His hand snaked up to Yulian’s throat, squeezing just enough to make his vision blur.

“It’s my bed,” Yulian choked out, his defiance still flickering, though his voice was weaker now. He clawed at Vaughn’s forearm, his nails leaving red marks, but Vaughn didn’t budge.

“Wrong answer,” Vaughn snarled, tightening his grip until Yulian’s lips parted in a silent gasp. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Yulian’s ear. “You belong to me, Yulian. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that again.”

Yulian’s eyes fluttered shut as Vaughn’s fingers slipped between his legs, teasing him open with a cruel precision. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape, but Vaughn wasn’t having it. “Let me hear you,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Let me hear how much you need this.”

Yulian’s resolve crumbled, a soft whimper escaping his lips as Vaughn’s fingers pushed inside him. He arched his back, his body betraying him as it eagerly welcomed the intrusion. Vaughn smirked, his dark eyes locked on Yulian’s face. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re mine, Yulian. Every moan, every gasp, every fucking tear—it’s all mine.”

The sensation was overwhelming, Vaughn’s fingers moving in and out of him with a relentless rhythm that left Yulian panting. His mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, the line between the two blurring with every thrust. Vaughn’s free hand tangled in Yulian’s hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck. “You’re such a slut,” Vaughn said, his voice low and taunting. “But that’s what I love about you.”

Yulian’s breath caught in his throat as Vaughn’s lips descended on his neck, biting and sucking until the skin was raw and marked. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through his body, his hips jerking involuntarily as he tried to get more friction. Vaughn chuckled, the sound dark and menacing. “You’re desperate for me, aren’t you?” he said, his voice a low rumble against Yulian’s skin.

Yulian couldn’t respond, his mind too foggy to form coherent thoughts. All he could do was cling to Vaughn, his nails digging into his back as Vaughn continued to work him open. The stretch was almost too much, but Yulian craved it, his body begging for more. Vaughn’s fingers curled inside him, hitting that spot that made his vision go white. His back arched off the bed, a strangled cry escaping his lips as pleasure surged through him.

“That’s it,” Vaughn whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Let me hear you, Yulian. Let me hear how much you want this.”

Yulian’s moans filled the room, his hips bucking against Vaughn’s hand as he teetered on the edge of release. But just as he was about to tip over, Vaughn pulled his fingers out, leaving him empty and desperate. Yulian’s eyes flew open, frustration and need written all over his face. “Vaugh—” he started, but Vaughn cut him off with a harsh kiss, his tongue claiming Yulian’s mouth with a possessive intensity.

“Not yet,” Vaughn said when he finally pulled away, his voice dark and commanding. He shifted, positioning himself at Yulian’s entrance. “You’re not done yet.”

Yulian’s breath hitched as Vaughn pushed inside him, the stretch making him gasp. Vaughn’s hands gripped his hips, holding him still as he bottomed out, burying himself to the hilt. Yulian’s nails dug into the sheets, his body trembling as he adjusted to the size of him. Vaughn leaned down, his lips brushing against Yulian’s ear. “You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “But you want this, don’t you?”

Yulian couldn’t answer, his mind too overwhelmed by the sensation of Vaughn filling him completely. Vaughn didn’t wait for a response, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in with a force that made Yulian cry out. His hands flew to Vaughn’s shoulders, his nails leaving red marks as he tried to hold on.

“That’s it,” Vaughn growled, his voice low and dark. “Take it, Yulian. Take everything I give you.”

Each thrust was harder than the last, Vaughn’s hips slamming into Yulian’s with a brutal rhythm that left him gasping for air. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain as Vaughn claimed him completely. Vaughn’s hand tangled in his hair again, yanking his head back to expose his neck. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

Yulian’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Vaughn’s dark gaze. The intensity in his eyes made Yulian’s breath catch, his heart pounding in his chest. Vaughn’s lips curled into a smirk as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Yulian’s ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. “And I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.”

Before Yulian could respond, Vaughn’s lips descended on his neck, biting and sucking until the skin was raw and marked. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through his body, his hips jerking involuntarily as he tried to get more friction. Vaughn chuckled, the sound dark and menacing. “You’re desperate for me, aren’t you?” he said, his voice a low rumble against Yulian’s skin.

Yulian couldn’t respond, his mind too foggy to form coherent thoughts. All he could do was cling to Vaughn, his nails digging into his back as Vaughn continued to fuck him with a relentless intensity. The sensations were overwhelming, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge until he was teetering on the brink of release.

“I—” he gasped, his voice trembling with need.

“Come for me, darling,” Vaughn demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Come for me.”

Yulian’s body obeyed, his back arching off the bed as pleasure surged through him. His mind went blank, his cries of pleasure filling the room as Vaughn continued to thrust into him, drawing out his orgasm with a ruthless precision. Vaughn’s own release followed shortly after, his hips slamming into Yulian’s one last time as he buried himself deep inside him.

The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing, Yulian’s body trembling beneath Vaughn’s weight. Vaughn’s hands were still gripping his hips, holding him in place as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Yulian’s ear. “You’re made for me, no-one else” he whispered, his voice dark and possessive.

Yulian’s mind was a haze of pleasure and submission, his body still trembling from the intensity of it all. He could feel Vaughn’s weight pressing him into the mattress, his warmth enveloping him as the aftershocks of their passion still lingered in the air. Vaughn’s lips brushed against his ear again, his voice a low, commanding whisper. “You took everything I gave you, didn’t you?”

Yulian’s throat felt raw, his voice nothing more than a whisper as he managed to respond. “Yes…”

Vaughn’s hand trailed down his side, his touch almost gentle now, but still possessive. “Good. But I’m not done with you yet.”

Vaughn’s hands tightened on Yulian’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled him up onto his knees. Yulian’s back arched, his chest pressed into the mattress, and his ass in the air, completely exposed. Vaughn’s breath hitched as he took in the sight, his cock throbbing with need. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers before he leaned down, his lips brushing against Yulian’s ear.

“You’re going to feel this for days,” Vaughn growled, his voice low and dark. His fingers circled Yulian’s entrance, teasing as he rubbed the cool lube into his skin. Yulian shuddered, his breath catching in his throat as Vaughn’s fingers pressed inside, stretching him open.

“Vaughn—” Yulian started, his voice trembling, but Vaughn cut him off with a sharp tug on his hair, forcing his head back.

“Shut up,” Vaughn commanded, his voice dripping with authority. “You don’t get to talk. You take what I give you.”

Yulian’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as Vaughn’s fingers worked him open, the pressure building inside him. Vaughn’s touch was rough, almost punishing, but it sent sparks of pleasure through Yulian’s body. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, his cock already hard and leaking against the mattress.

When Vaughn finally pulled his fingers out, Yulian whimpered, his body trembling with anticipation. Vaughn’s hands gripped his hips again, his cock pressing against Yulian’s entrance.

“You’re mine, Yulian,” Vaughn growled, his voice dark and possessive. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

With that, he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion. Yulian gasped, his back arching as Vaughn filled him completely. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but it sent a wave of pleasure through his body that made his head spin.

Vaughn didn’t give him time to adjust. He pulled out almost immediately and thrust back in with the same brutal force, his hips slamming into Yulian’s with a relentless rhythm. Yulian’s hands clenched the sheets, his knuckles turning white as Vaughn fucked him with abandon.

“You like that, don’t you?” Vaughn growled, his hands tightening on Yulian’s hips as he leaned down, his breath hot against Yulian’s ear. “You like being taken, being owned.”

Yulian couldn’t respond, his mind a haze of pleasure and pain as Vaughn’s cock pounded into him, each thrust hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, his body trembling with the intensity of it all.

“Answer me,” Vaughn demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. He pulled Yulian’s hair again, forcing his head back so he could look into his eyes. “Do you like being mine?”

“Y-yes,” Yulian managed to choke out, his voice trembling. “I’m yours, Vaughn. Yours.”

Vaughn’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he released Yulian’s hair, his hands returning to his hips as he continued to fuck him with the same brutal intensity. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with Yulian’s gasps and Vaughn’s grunts of exertion.

Vaughn leaned down again, his lips brushing against Yulian’s ear as he whispered, “You’re going to feel me for days, and everyone will know you’re mine. You’re mine to fuck, mine to claim, mine to own. You’re mine, Yulian. And I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.”

Yulian’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Vaughn’s words sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel the heat building inside him, his cock leaking against the mattress as Vaughn’s relentless thrusts pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

“Vaughn, I—I’m going to—” Yulian started, his voice trembling, but Vaughn cut him off with a sharp thrust that made him cry out.

“Not yet,” Vaughn growled, his voice dark and commanding. “You don’t get to come until I say you can.”

Yulian whimpered, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, but he didn’t argue. He couldn’t. Vaughn’s dominance was absolute, and he was powerless to resist.

Vaughn’s hands moved from Yulian’s hips to his chest, pulling him up so his back was pressed against Vaughn’s chest. One hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing just enough to make Yulian gasp, while the other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” Vaughn growled, his voice dark and possessive. “Taking everything I give you, submitting to me completely. You’re mine, Yulian. All mine.”

Yulian’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Vaughn’s hand tightened around his throat, cutting off his air just enough to make his head spin. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Come for me, darling,” Vaughn commanded, his voice sharp and demanding.

Yulian didn’t need to be told twice. His body convulsed as he came, his cock pulsing in Vaughn’s hand as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Vaughn’s thrusts became erratic as he followed him over the edge, his cock pulsing inside Yulian as he came with a low growl.

For a moment, they stayed like that, Vaughn’s body pressed against Yulian’s, his arms wrapped around him possessively. Yulian’s body trembled with the aftershocks of his climax, his mind a haze of pleasure and submission.

Vaughn finally released his grip on Yulian’s throat, his hand moving to stroke his hair almost gently.

“You’re mine,” Vaughn growled, his voice raw with possession. “Say it.”

Yulian’s eyes were glassy, tears spilling down his cheeks as he whispered, “Yours.”

Vaughn’s thrusts became harder, more punishing, driving Yulian closer to the edge. “Again.”

“Yours,” Yulian gasped, his voice breaking as his body tightened around Vaughn. Vaughn’s lips crashed against his, swallowing his moans as they both fell over the edge together.

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Yulian’s mind was blank, his body limp as Vaughn collapsed beside him. The tears on his cheeks were drying, but the haze of subspace still lingered, wrapping him in a comforting cocoon. Vaughn’s arm draped over him, pulling him close, his voice softer now but still laced with that same possessive edge.

“Don’t ever forget who you belong to.”

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Gareth x Vaughn

The neon lights of the club flickered in the distance as Gareth pulled up to the curb, his car humming softly in the idle. Through the passenger window, he could see Jeremy and Vaughn standing under the glow of a streetlamp, their silhouettes leaning into each other for support. Nikolai was nowhere in sight—likely still inside, passed out in a booth or stumbling around in a drunken haze. Gareth sighed, already regretting agreeing to be the designated driver for the night.

The door creaked open as Vaughn slid into the front seat, a sly grin plastered across his face. Jeremy followed, slumping into the back with a lazy wave. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled the car, making Gareth wrinkle his nose.

“You two look like hell,” Gareth muttered, shifting the car into drive.

“Thanks, mom,” Vaughn drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He leaned back in his seat, his hand casually resting on the center console. “We had a blast. Nikolai’s still inside, but he’s in no state to come with us. Some girl offered to take him home.”

Gareth raised an eyebrow. “And you just left him?”

“He’ll be fine,” Jeremy chimed in from the backseat, his words slightly slurred. “He’s a grown man. He’ll figure it out.”

Gareth shook his head but didn’t argue. He focused on the road, the city lights blurring past as the car picked up speed. The silence in the car was thick, broken only by the faint hum of the engine. Vaughn’s fingers drummed lightly on the console, his gaze flickering over to Gareth as if he were plotting something.

And then it started.

A slow, deliberate stroke of Vaughn’s fingers against Gareth’s thigh, just above the knee. Gareth stiffened, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

“Vaughn,” he warned, his voice low. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Vaughn feigned innocence, his grin widening. His fingers crept higher, brushing against the inseam of Gareth’s jeans. “I’m not doing anything.”

From the backseat, Jeremy chuckled, leaning forward to rest his chin on Vaughn’s headrest. “Oh, he’s definitely doing something. And I think I like it.”

“Jeremy,” Gareth hissed, his cheeks flushing. He glanced at Vaughn, who was now openly smirking. “Both of you, cut it out.”

But they didn’t. Instead, Jeremy reached forward, his hand joining Vaughn’s on Gareth’s thigh. The combined heat of their touch sent a shiver down Gareth’s spine, his breath hitching.

“You’re so tense,” Vaughn murmured, his voice dropping into a low, teasing tone. His fingers traced small circles, gradually moving higher. “Maybe we should help you relax.”

Gareth’s heart pounded in his chest, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He knew he should stop the car, put an end to this before it went too far. But the sensation of their hands on him, the way their touch burned through the fabric of his jeans, was intoxicating.

“Pull over,” Jeremy whispered, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear from the backseat. “You know you want to.”

Gareth’s resolve crumbled. With a sharp turn of the wheel, he veered into a dark alley, the car coming to a halt under the shadow of a brick wall. He cut the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the sound of his ragged breathing. Before he could speak, Vaughn was on him, his lips crashing against Gareth’s in a heated kiss.

Gareth froze for a moment, his mind screaming for him to push Vaughn away. But the taste of Vaughn’s lips, the way his tongue demanded entrance, was too much to resist. He kissed back, his hands tangling in Vaughn’s hair as the other man straddled him in the driver’s seat.

From behind, Jeremy’s hands slid up Gareth’s sides, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Gareth’s neck. The dual sensation sent a jolt of electricity through Gareth’s body, a moan escaping his lips.

“Fuck,” Gareth breathed, his head falling back against the headrest. Vaughn took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hands fumbling with the buttons of Gareth’s shirt.

“You’re such a tease,” Vaughn murmured against Gareth’s lips, his fingers finally slipping beneath the fabric to explore the planes of Gareth’s chest. “Always acting like you don’t want this. But we know better, don’t we?”

Gareth’s eyes fluttered shut as Jeremy’s teeth sank into his neck, a sharp nip that made him gasp. His hips bucked involuntarily, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. Jeremy’s laughter was low and dark, his hands sliding down to unbutton Gareth’s pants.

“What do you think, Vaughn?” Jeremy’s voice was a purr, his fingers ghosting over Gareth’s growing erection. “Think we can make him beg?”

“Only one way to find out,” Vaughn replied, his grin predatory. He leaned in, his lips trailing down Gareth’s jaw to his neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.

Gareth’s breath hitched, his hands gripping Vaughn’s hips as he tried to steady himself. “You’re both insane,” he managed to say, his voice strained.

“Maybe,” Vaughn admitted, his hands working to push Gareth’s shirt off his shoulders. “But you love it.”

Before Gareth could respond, Jeremy’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him through his boxers. The touch was electric, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through Gareth’s body. His head fell back against the seat, a moan tearing from his throat.

“That’s it,” Jeremy whispered, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear. “Let go for us.”

Vaughn’s hands were everywhere, stripping Gareth of his remaining clothes with practiced ease. The cool air of the car brushed against Gareth’s exposed skin, making him shiver. But the heat radiating from Vaughn and Jeremy was enough to keep him warm.

“On the backseat,” Vaughn ordered, his voice firm despite the lust swimming in his eyes. Gareth didn’t argue, climbing awkwardly over the center console to collapse onto the leather cushions. Vaughn followed, his fingers trailing along Gareth’s chest as he settled between his thighs.

Jeremy was quick to join them, his hands roaming over Gareth’s body as he kissed along his collarbone. The two of them worked in perfect harmony, their touches deliberate and teasing. Gareth’s mind was a haze of pleasure, his body arching into their hands as they explored every inch of him.

Vaughn’s lips found Gareth’s cock, his tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deep into his throat. Gareth’s hips bucked, a strangled moan escaping his lips. Jeremy’s hands were on his chest, pinching and twisting his nipples until Gareth was a writhing mess.

“Fuck, Vaughn,” Gareth gasped, his hands tangling in Vaughn’s hair. “Don’t stop.”

Vaughn’s eyes met Gareth’s, a wicked glint in them as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder. Jeremy’s lips found Gareth’s, swallowing his moans as Vaughn pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

Gareth’s vision blurred, pleasure coiling tightly in his gut. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice trembling.

Jeremy pulled back, his lips swollen and glistening. “Not yet,” he said, his voice a low growl. “We’re not done with you.”

With that, Vaughn released Gareth’s cock, his lips trailing up his stomach to his chest. Jeremy moved lower, his hands spreading Gareth’s thighs wide. Gareth’s heart raced, anticipation building as Jeremy’s breath ghosted over his entrance.

“Jeremy,” Gareth breathed, his body trembling with need.

Jeremy smirked, his tongue darting out to tease Gareth’s rim. “You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured, his breath hot against Gareth’s skin. “Relax for me.”

Gareth tried, he really did. But the sensation of Jeremy’s tongue pressing inside him was overwhelming, his body arching off the seat. Vaughn’s lips captured his, swallowing his cries as Jeremy worked him open.

“You’re doing so good,” Vaughn murmured against Gareth’s lips, his hand reaching down to stroke Gareth’s cock in time with Jeremy’s movements.

The sensation was too much, Gareth’s body trembling as pleasure threatened to consume him. “Please,” he begged, his voice breaking. “I need—”

Jeremy smirked, pulling back to watch Gareth’s face.

Gareth’s breath hitched as Vaughn’s hands gripped his hips, flipping him onto his stomach with a practiced ease that sent a shiver down his spine. The leather seat was cool against his flushed skin as Vaughn pressed him down, the weight of his body pinning Gareth in place. Gareth’s heart raced, his mouth already dry from the anticipation building in his core.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Vaughn murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. His hands slid down Gareth’s back, teasingly slow, before spreading his cheeks apart. Gareth gasped, his fingers digging into the seat as Vaughn’s tongue flicked against his entrance, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

“Fuckk—” Gareth moaned, his voice muffled against the seat. He arched his back, pressing himself closer to Vaughn’s mouth as the sensation overwhelmed him.

Jeremy chuckled from front, his fingers threading through Gareth’s hair. “Open up, pretty boy,” he said, his tone playful but commanding. Gareth obeyed without hesitation, his lips parting as Jeremy slid his cock into his mouth. The taste of salt filled his senses, and Gareth groaned around the length, his tongue curling around it in practiced motions.

Vaughn’s tongue continued to work him open, slick and relentless, while Jeremy’s hands tightened in Gareth’s hair, guiding his head as he thrust deeper. Gareth’s body trembled under their combined attention, his cock aching with need as pleasure coiled tightly in his stomach.

“You take it so well,” Vaughn praised, his breath hot against Gareth’s skin. He pulled back slightly, his fingers replacing his tongue as he teased Gareth’s entrance. “Always so good for us, aren’t you?”

Gareth moaned around Jeremy’s cock, his eyes fluttering shut as Vaughn’s fingers worked him open. The sensation was almost too much, his body writhing under their touch as he struggled to keep up.

Jeremy pulled out of Gareth’s mouth with a wet pop, his breathing heavy. “You ready for more?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. Gareth nodded frantically, his chest heaving as Vaughn positioned himself behind him.

The first press of Vaughn’s cock against his entrance made Gareth’s breath catch, his body instinctively tightening. “Relax,” Vaughn soothed, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips. “I’ve got you.”

Gareth forced himself to take a deep breath, his body slowly relaxing as Vaughn pushed inside him. The stretch was intense, but Gareth loved it, loved the way Vaughn filled him so completely. He moaned, his hands gripping the seat as Vaughn began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Vaughn growled, his voice strained as he buried himself deeper. His hands tightened on Gareth’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock with every thrust.

Jeremy watched them with a smirk, his cock still hard and glistening with Gareth’s saliva. “My turn,” he said, positioning himself behind Gareth. Vaughn paused, his hands still on Gareth’s hips as Jeremy lined up with his entrance.

The moment Jeremy pushed in, Gareth’s body arched off the seat, his mouth falling open in a silent scream. The feeling of being full, of being stretched to his limit, was overwhelming, and Gareth’s entire body trembled under the sensation.

“That’s it,” Vaughn murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Take it, Gaz. You’re doing so good.”

Jeremy groaned as he bottomed out, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips as he began to move. The rhythm was slow at first, both men careful not to overwhelm Gareth, but it didn’t take long for the pace to pick up.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the car, Gareth’s moans and cries only adding to the symphony of pleasure. Vaughn’s thrusts were deep and deliberate, his cock hitting just the right spot every time, while Jeremy’s movements were faster, more erratic, driving Gareth closer to the edge with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Vaughn said, his voice rough with need. His hands slid up Gareth’s back, his fingers digging into his skin as he leaned down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades.

Jeremy’s hands tightened on Gareth’s hips, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “Fuck, Gaz—you feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice strained as he bucked into him.

Gareth’s body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure as they fucked him from both ends. His cock throbbed with need, precum leaking onto the leather seat as he trembled under their touch.

“You’re so good for us,” Vaughn murmured, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear. “Always so good.”

Gareth’s breath hitched as Vaughn’s words sent a shiver down his spine. He loved this, loved the way they praised him, the way they made him feel so wanted, so desired.

Jeremy’s thrusts became more erratic, his grip on Gareth’s hips tightening as he neared his climax. “Fuck—I’m close,” he groaned, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vaughn’s thrusts matched Jeremy’s, their movements syncing as they drove Gareth closer to the edge. Gareth’s body was on the brink, his cock aching as pleasure coiled tightly in his stomach.

“Come for us, darling,” Vaughn urged, his voice low and commanding. His hand slid down Gareth’s body, wrapping around his cock and giving him a few firm strokes.

That was all it took. Gareth’s body arched, his back bowing as he came hard, his release spilling over Vaughn’s hand and onto the seat. His cries were muffled, his voice breaking as pleasure consumed him.

Jeremy and Vaughn followed soon after, their thrusts stuttering as they buried themselves deep inside Gareth, their releases hot and pulsing. Gareth’s body trembled under theirs, his legs shaking as they rode out their orgasms together.

For a moment, the only sound in the car was their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Vaughn was the first to pull out, his hands gentle as he helped Gareth turn onto his back. Jeremy followed, his movements slow and deliberate as he leaned down to press a kiss to Gareth’s forehead.

“You okay?” Jeremy asked, his voice soft as he brushed a strand of hair out of Gareth’s face.

Gareth nodded, his chest still rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “That was… amazing.”

Vaughn chuckled, his fingers trailing down Gareth’s chest. “You’re amazing,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “So beautiful, so perfect.”

Jeremy smirked, his hand resting on Gareth’s thigh. “You want more?” he asked, his tone playful as he leaned in closer.

Gareth’s eyes widened, his body still sensitive from their earlier activities. “I—” he started, his voice trembling as he looked between them. “I don’t think I can—”

Vaughn cut him off with a kiss, his lips soft against Gareth’s. “We’ll take care of you,” he murmured, his hand sliding down Gareth’s body. “But not here, lets continue in the bedroom.”

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Nikolai x Brandon x Gareth x Landon x Killian

The air in the Mansion was thick with sweat and desire, the dim glow of the chandelier casting long shadows across the room. Brandon’s back arched off the velvet couch, his breath hitching as Nikolai’s hips slammed into him with a rhythm that left him gasping. ”Fuck, Niko—ah!” he moaned, his fingers clutching the edge of the cushion for dear life. Across the room, Landon was sprawled on the floor, Jeremy’s hands pinning his wrists above his head as Jeremy drove into him with a possessive intensity that made Landon’s toes curl.

The sounds of skin slapping skin and muffled groans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to echo off the walls. Brandon’s cheeks were flushed, his chest heaving as Nikolai whispered something filthy in his ear, making him whimper. Landon, ever the tease, let out a laugh that was half-moan, half-giggle, his hips rocking back to meet Jeremy’s thrusts. “You’re ridiculous,” Jeremy growled, though the smirk on his face betrayed his amusement.

Just as the heat between the four of them seemed to hit its peak, the door creaked open.

Gareth and Killian froze in the doorway, their eyes widening as they took in the scene before them. Gareth’s jaw dropped, his face immediately turning crimson, while Killian’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. Brandon’s eyes flicked to the door, and he let out a strangled gasp, his body tensing. Nikolai noticed the change and paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like we’ve got an audience.”

Jeremy pulled out of Landon with a wet pop, turning to face the newcomers. Landon, ever the provocateur, grinned up at them, his head resting on the floor as he stretched lazily. “You guys gonna just stand there, or are you gonna join us?” he asked, his tone light but laced with challenge.

Brandon, mortified, buried his face in the couch cushions, his ears burning. “Oh my god,” he mumbled, muffled by the fabric. Nikolai chuckled, running a hand down his back soothingly. “Relax, baby,” he murmured, though his eyes were locked on Gareth and Killian, assessing their reactions.

Killian was the first to move, stepping into the room with a predatory grace. “Well, this is a surprise,” he said, his voice low and smooth. He glanced at Gareth, who was still rooted to the spot, his face a picture of shock and embarrassment. Killian reached back, grabbing Gareth’s wrist and pulling him forward. “Come on, Gareth. Don’t tell me you’re shy now.”

Gareth stumbled into the room, his eyes darting between the four of them like he wasn’t sure where to look. “I—uh—this is—” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Killian laughed, his hand sliding around Gareth’s waist possessively. “Relax,” he said, leaning in to whisper something in Gareth’s ear that made him shiver.

Jeremy, ever the one to take charge, stood up and stretched, his muscles rippling under the dim light. “We’ve been meaning to ask you two anyway,” he said casually, as if discussing the weather. “Seems like fate beat us to it.” He walked over to Gareth, his expression softening as he reached out to cup his cheek. “You okay with this?”

Gareth blinked, his brain struggling to catch up with everything happening around him. He glanced at Killian, who gave him a reassuring nod, then back at Jeremy. Slowly, he nodded, his cheeks still pink but his eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and arousal. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I—I think so.”

Killian’s smirk widened, and he stepped forward, his hands already working on the buttons of his shirt. “Good,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Because I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

Nikolai, still inside Brandon, leaned down to kiss the back of his neck. “You good, love?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with hunger. Brandon nodded, his face still hidden but his hips rocking back against Nikolai’s cock in a silent plea for more. “Let’s give them a show, then,” Nikolai whispered, his thrusts starting up again with a renewed intensity.

Landon sat up, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he watched Killian strip off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles underneath. “Looks like it’s going to be a fun night,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. Jeremy, now naked, walked over to Gareth and gently began undressing him, his movements slow and deliberate. Gareth’s breath hitched as Jeremy’s fingers brushed against his skin, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch Jeremy in return.

Killian, now completely bare, prowled over to Landon, his eyes dark with desire. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” he said, his voice a low growl as he pinned Landon to the floor. Landon laughed, his hands sliding up Killian’s chest. “Guilty as charged,” he said, his grin widening as Killian leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

The room was alive with the sounds of moans and gasps, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Brandon’s moans grew louder as Nikolai’s thrusts became more erratic, his fingers digging into his hips hard enough to leave marks. Gareth, now fully naked, was pressed against Jeremy, his body trembling as Jeremy’s hands explored every inch of him.

Killian’s lips trailed down Landon’s chest, his teeth nipping at his skin as Landon arched into him, his hands tangling in Killian’s hair. “You’re such a fucking tease,” Killian growled, his hands sliding down Landon’s thighs. Landon’s laugh turned into a moan as Killian’s fingers found his cock, stroking him with a firm grip.

Jeremy’s lips were on Gareth’s neck, his hands roaming over his body as Gareth’s breaths came in shallow gasps. “You’re beautiful,” Jeremy whispered, his voice raw with emotion. Gareth’s eyes fluttered shut, his hands gripping Jeremy’s shoulders as he leaned into the touch.

As the night unfolded, the boundaries between them blurred, their bodies coming together in a tangled mess of limbs and desire. The Heathens Mansion had never felt so alive, the walls echoing with the sounds of their pleasure as they gave themselves over to the heat of the moment.

“Fuck, Niko—I’m close,” Brandon gasped, his nails digging into the couch cushions as Nikolai’s thrusts became more erratic. “Come for me, baby,” Nikolai growled, his voice thick with lust as he slammed into him one last time, sending Brandon over the edge with a strangled cry.

Across the room, Landon was writhing under Killian’s touch, his back arching as Killian’s lips found his cock. “Killian—oh god—” he moaned, his hands tangling in Killian’s hair as he came apart under his ministrations.

Jeremy’s lips were on Gareth’s, their bodies pressed together as Jeremy’s hand worked between them, bringing Gareth to the edge. “Jeremy—wait—” Gareth gasped, his body trembling as he reached his climax, his fingers clutching at Jeremy’s shoulders.

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy as they came. Brandon’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, his body still tingling from Nikolai’s powerful finish. Across the room, Landon was sprawled on the floor, his limbs loose and relaxed, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Jeremy and Gareth were tangled together on the carpet, their breathing slowly returning to normal as they lay there, basking in the afterglow.

Killian, ever the predator, was the first to stir. His sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of the others, a sly smirk curling the corners of his lips. He pushed himself up from the floor, his lean muscles rippling as he moved. “Well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement, “that was… something.”

Landon let out a soft chuckle, his voice still a little breathless. “Yeah, no kidding.”

Gareth, still flushed and shy, looked up at Jeremy, his eyes wide and uncertain. “Are we… uh… done?” he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jeremy smirked, running a hand through his messy hair. “Done?” he echoed, his tone teasing. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

Brandon groaned, burying his face in the cushions. “God, I need a break,” he muttered, though there was a hint of a smile in his voice.

Nikolai, ever the opportunist, leaned down to whisper in Brandon’s ear, his breath hot against his skin. “Who said anything about a break?” he purred, his voice low and seductive.

Brandon shivered, his body responding instantly to Nikolai’s words. “Niko…” he started to protest, but it was half-hearted at best.

Across the room, Killian’s smirk widened as he sauntered over to Gareth, his movements graceful and predatory. He knelt down beside him, his eyes locking onto Gareth’s. “Still shy, huh?” he murmured, his voice soft but with an edge of challenge. “Or are you ready to let loose?”

Gareth’s face flushed even deeper, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he nodded, his voice barely audible. “I… I think so.”

Killian’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “Good.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against Gareth’s cheek, before leaning in to capture his lips in a deep, possessive kiss. Gareth’s eyes fluttered shut, his body responding eagerly to Killian’s touch.

Jeremy watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smile. His eyes flicking over to Brandon and Nikolai. “What do you say, Niko? Ready for round two?”

Nikolai’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he glanced down at Brandon. “Oh, I’m always ready,” he replied, his voice dripping with promise.

Landon, ever the instigator, pushed himself up from the floor, his eyes bright with excitement. “Well, since we’re all in agreement…” he said, his voice trailing off as he made his way over to Brandon and Nikolai. He knelt down beside them, his hand reaching out to brush against Brandon’s thigh. “Mind if I join in?”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his body already reacting to Landon’s touch. “Uh… sure,” he managed to stutter out, his cheeks flushing red.

Nikolai chuckled, his hands moving to Brandon’s hips. “Looks like it’s your lucky day,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Meanwhile, Killian was busy exploring Gareth’s body, his hands roaming freely over his skin. Gareth’s breath came in shallow gasps, his body trembling under Killian’s touch. “You’re so responsive,” Killian murmured, his voice filled with admiration. “I love it.”

Gareth’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Killian’s gaze. "Kil...!"

Killian’s lips curved into a smirk. “Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he replied, his voice low and sultry. “And I intend to make it unforgettable.”

Across the room, Jeremy was watching the scene unfold, his eyes dark with desire. He turned to Nikolai, his voice filled with anticipation. “Think we should switch things up?”

Nikolai’s grin widened. “Oh, absolutely,” he replied, his hands still on Brandon’s hips. “Let’s mix it up a bit.”

With that, the room descended into a flurry of movement as the men rearranged themselves, their bodies intertwining in new and exciting ways. Landon and Jeremy moved to flank Brandon, their hands roaming over his body as they prepared to take him together. Meanwhile, Nikolai and Killian turned their attention to Gareth, their movements synchronized as they prepared to bring him to new heights of pleasure.

Gareth’s breath came in shallow gasps as Nikolai and Killian worked together, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of his body. “You’re doing so well,” Killian murmured, his voice filled with praise. “Just let go.”

Gareth’s eyes fluttered shut, his body responding eagerly to their touch. “I… I can’t…” he gasped, his voice trembling.

Nikolai chuckled, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear. “You can,” he whispered, his voice filled with promise. “And you will.”

Nikolai fucks his mouth deep, while Killian stretches him open and fucks him from behind. Gareth's moans muffled and vibrating around Niko's dick.

Meanwhile, Brandon was lost in his own world of pleasure as Landon and Jeremy fucked his hole simultaneously to bring him to the edge. “Mmmm....Fuckk,” he moaned, his body arching between them.

Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk. “Relax.” he murmured, his voice filled with confidence.

The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure as they fucked. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each of them lost in the moment as they explored each other in ways they never had before.

Finally, as the tension reached its peak, they all came together, their bodies trembling with the force of their release. The room was filled with the sounds of their gasps and moans as they rode out the waves of pleasure, their bodies collapsing together in a tangled heap of limbs.

For a moment, there was silence as they all caught their breath, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Then, slowly, they began to stir, their bodies slowly untangling as they came back to themselves.

Killian was the first to speak, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Well, that was… intense,” he murmured, his lips curving into a smirk.

Gareth, still flushed and shy, nodded his agreement. “Yeah,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jeremy chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Intense is one word for it,” he replied, his voice filled with amusement.

Landon, pushed himself up from the floor, his eyes bright with excitement. “So, what’s next?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Nikolai’s grin widened. “I’m sure we can think of something,” he replied, his voice filled with promise.

And with that, they slowly made their way to the bedroom, their bodies still humming with the aftereffects of their shared pleasure. They cleaned up and managed to squeeze into the bed and fall asleep.

Chapter Text

Kayden x Gareth

The air in the lecture hall was thick with tension, the kind that made Gareth’s smirk feel like a lit match in a room full of gasoline. Professor Kayden Lockwood, was at the front of the room, his sharp features carved into a mask of barely contained irritation. His voice was calm, almost too calm, as he explained the complexities of a high-profile case. But Gareth wasn’t paying attention to the lecture. No, his focus was on the girl next to him—some second-year he barely knew—who had been shamelessly flirting with him all class. And he wasn’t stopping her.

Why would he? Gareth thought, his lips curling into a sly grin as she leaned closer, her fingers brushing his arm. He didn’t even like her, but the way Professor’s jaw tightened every time she giggled or whispered in his ear was delicious. It was a game, really, one Gareth had perfected over the semester. See how far he could push Professor Lockwood before he snapped. And today, today, he was winning.

Kayden’s eyes flicked to Gareth for what felt like the hundredth time, his gaze sharp and unyielding. Gareth held it, raising an eyebrow as if to say, What are you going to do about it? The girl—Emma? Ellie?—laughed again, and Kayden’s pen snapped in his hand. The sound echoed through the room, and for a moment, everyone fell silent.

“Mr. Carson,” Kayden said, his voice as smooth as ice. “Do you have something to contribute to this discussion?”

Gareth leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “No, Professor. Just enjoying the lecture.”

The class laughed nervously, but Kayden didn’t smile. His eyes stayed locked on Gareth, and for once, Gareth felt a flicker of uncertainty. There was something in that gaze—something dark and dangerous—that made his stomach tighten in a way he couldn’t quite name.

When the lecture ended, Kayden’s voice cut through the chatter like a knife. “Mr. Carson. My office. Now.”

Gareth’s smirk faltered, but he recovered quickly, shrugging as if it didn’t matter. He sauntered out of the lecture hall, the girl trailing after him with a pout. “Maybe later,” he said, brushing her off with a wink. He didn’t miss the way her eyes darted to Kayden’s office door, or the way she hesitated before walking away.

The walk to Kayden’s office felt longer than usual, each step echoing in the empty hallway. Gareth’s heart was pounding, but he wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself. He pushed the door open without knocking, leaning against the frame with his usual cocky grin. “You wanted to see me, Kayde?”

Kayden was seated at his desk, his fingers steepled in front of him. He didn’t look up, didn’t even acknowledge Gareth’s presence until the door clicked shut behind him. Then, slowly, he raised his head, and Gareth’s breath caught in his throat. There was no anger in Kayden’s expression, none of the frustration Gareth had been looking for. Instead, there was something… calculating. Predatory.

“Close the door,” Kayden said, his voice low and commanding.

Gareth hesitated, but only for a moment. He closed the door, his heart racing as he leaned back against it. “What’s this about? If it’s about the girl, she—”

“Bend over the desk.”

The words hit Gareth like a punch to the gut. He blinked, his smirk slipping for the first time. “Excuse me?”

Kayden stood, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He circled the desk, his presence filling the room until Gareth felt like he couldn’t breathe. “You heard me. Bend over the desk.”

Gareth laughed, but it sounded hollow even to his own ears. “You’re joking, right? Because I’m not—”

Kayden’s hand shot out, grabbing Gareth by the collar and yanking him forward. Gareth stumbled, his chest colliding with the edge of the desk as Kayden leaned in, his breath hot against his ear. “You think this is a game, Gareth? You think you can push me and walk away unscathed?”

Gareth’s mouth went dry. He tried to push back, but Kayden was stronger, his grip unrelenting. “I—I don’t know what you’re—”

“You’ve been testing me all day,” Kayden interrupted, his voice a low growl. “Flirting with her, taunting me, defying me., you crossed a line.”

Gareth’s heart was pounding so hard he was sure Kayden could hear it. “I didn’t— Look, if this is about the girl, I’ll—”

But Kayden wasn’t listening. He stepped back, his hands moving to Gareth’s waist. Gareth froze as Kayden’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans, pulling them down in one swift motion. The cool air hit his skin, and Gareth’s stomach twisted with a mix of fear and something else—something he didn’t want to name.

Gareth’s legs felt like lead. His heart was racing, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and panic. What the hell is happening?

The first spank came without warning, sharp and stinging against his bare skin. Gareth gasped, his fingers curling into fists. The second one was harder, the sound echoing in the quiet office. God, this is…

“You’ve been a brat,” Kayden said, his voice calm despite the force of his actions. “Defiant. Disrespectful. And now, you’re going to learn the consequences of your actions.”

Each word was punctuated by another spank, each one harder than the last. Gareth’s breath hitched, his body trembling as the pain mixed with something else—something that made his stomach clench and his cock twitch. No. No, this isn’t…

But it was. The more Kayden spanked him, the more Gareth felt himself unraveling. The pain was sharp, almost unbearable, but there was a heat building in his gut, a need that he couldn’t ignore. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, low and desperate.

Kayden paused, his hand resting on Gareth’s reddened skin. “Did you just…?”

Gareth’s face burned with shame, but he couldn’t deny it. He was hard, so hard, and Kayden knew it. For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound Gareth’s ragged breathing.

Then Kayden leaned down, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear. “You like this, don’t you? Being punished? Being controlled?”

Gareth’s breath caught, his body shuddering as Kayden’s hand slid lower, teasing him. “I— I don’t—”

Kayden’s hand moved again, this time gripping Gareth’s cock with a firmness that made his knees buckle. “Don’t lie to me, Gareth.”

And just like that, Gareth came, his release spilling over Kayden’s hand as he cried out, his body trembling with the force of it. Kayden didn’t stop, didn’t ease up, his grip tight as he worked Gareth through it, his own arousal pressed against Gareth’s hip.

Gareth slumped against the desk, his body spent but his mind reeling. Kayden stepped back, his breathing heavy as he looked down at Gareth, his expression unreadable.

Kayden’s eyes darkened, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his breath. He didn’t wait for Gareth to recover, didn’t give him a moment to think. In one swift motion, he spun Gareth around, pinning him against the desk with a force that made the wood creak. Gareth’s palms flattened against the surface, his back arching as Kayden’s body pressed into him, hard and unyielding.

“You really thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?” Kayden’s voice was low, a growl that sent a shiver down Gareth’s spine. His lips hovered just above Gareth’s ear, his breath hot against his skin. “Flirting with her right in front of me. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you think I wouldn’t care?”

Gareth opened his mouth to retort, but the words were stolen from him as Kayden’s lips crashed onto his in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, demanding, possessive. Kayden’s tongue slid against his, claiming him, marking him. Gareth’s hands scrambled against the desk, his mind spinning as he tried to keep up with the intensity of it.

Kayden pulled back just enough to speak, his voice rough. “Open your mouth.”

Gareth hesitated, his defiance flickering briefly, but the look in Kayden’s eyes left no room for argument. Slowly, he parted his lips, and Kayden’s hand was in his hair in an instant, gripping tightly as he guided Gareth’s head down.

Kayden’s cock was already hard, straining against his pants, and Gareth’s stomach twisted with a mix of nerves and anticipation. He didn’t have time to think, didn’t have time to prepare as Kayden freed himself and pressed the tip against Gareth’s lips.

“Suck,” Kayden commanded, his grip tightening in Gareth’s hair.

Gareth’s heart raced as he obeyed, his tongue flicking out to taste him first, a tentative stroke that sent a low groan rumbling from Kayden’s chest. Encouraged, Gareth took him deeper, his lips closing around the length as he began to move.

Kayden didn’t let him set the pace. His hips thrust forward, driving himself deeper into Gareth’s throat, and Gareth gagged, his eyes watering as he struggled to take him. But Kayden didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. His grip in Gareth’s hair kept him in place, forcing him to take every inch.

“That’s it,” Kayden growled, his voice thick with desire. “Take it. All of it.”

Gareth’s hands gripped the edge of the desk, his body trembling as Kayden used his mouth, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that left Gareth breathless. The taste of him, the feel of him, the way Kayden’s grip tightened every time he hit the back of Gareth’s throat—it was overwhelming, and yet, Gareth couldn’t deny the heat pooling in his own stomach.

Kayden pulled out suddenly, leaving Gareth gasping for air, his lips swollen and wet. Kayden’s eyes raked over him, dark and hungry, before he shoved Gareth down onto the desk, bending him over the edge.

Kayden’s fingers trailed lower, teasing him, and Gareth’s breath hitched. “You’re already so wet for me,” Kayden murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Did you think about this? Did you think about me fucking you in here, in this office, where anyone could walk in?”

Gareth’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. Kayden’s fingers pressed inside him, stretching him, preparing him, and Gareth’s body jerked, a moan slipping past his lips.

“Tell me,” Kayden demanded, his voice sharp. “Did you?”

“Yes,” Gareth gasped, his fingers digging into the wood of the desk. “I— I thought about it.”

Kayden’s lips curved into a smirk as he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the thick head of his cock. He pressed forward, slowly, torturously, and Gareth’s breath caught, his body tensing as he was filled.

“Relax,” Kayden murmured, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips. “You’re mine now, baby. All mine.”

And with that, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. Gareth cried out, his body arching as Kayden began to move, his pace relentless, his grip bruising. Every thrust drove Gareth harder into the desk, every snap of Kayden’s hips sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

Kayden leaned over him, his chest pressing into Gareth’s back as his lips found his ear. “You’re going to remember this,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Every time you think about testing me, about pushing me, you’re going to remember how I fucked you in this office. How I made you mine.”

Gareth’s body shuddered, his fingers scrabbling against the desk as Kayden’s thrusts grew harder, faster. The sound of Gareth’s moans and Kayden’s harsh breaths.

“Say it,” Kayden demanded, his voice rough. “Say you’re mine.”

“I—” Gareth’s voice broke, his body trembling as Kayden’s cock hit that spot inside him, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his veins. “I’m yours.”

Kayden’s grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. “Again.”

“I’m yours,” Gareth gasped, his body arching as he felt the familiar coil of heat tightening in his stomach. “I’m yours, Kayde.”

Kayden’s lips crashed onto his, swallowing his moans as he drove into him one last time, his body shuddering with the force as he came. Gareth followed, his body convulsing as he came, his vision blurring as he clung to the desk.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing, their bodies pressed together as they came down from the high. Kayden’s lips brushed against Gareth’s ear, his voice soft but firm.

“Next time you try to piss me off, remember this.” His hand slid down Gareth’s chest, his fingers trailing over his stomach. “Remember who you belong to.”

Gareth’s breath hitched, his body still trembling as Kayden pulled out.

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Nikolai x Brandon x Killian

The air in the dimly lit basement was thick with the smell of sweat, adrenaline, and the faint metallic tang of blood. The crowd roared as Killian landed the final blow, his opponent crumpling to the floor like a ragdoll. The cheers were deafening, but Killian wasn’t listening. His eyes were locked on him—Brandon, standing at the in the cowd, arms crossed, his lips looking delicious.

He promised us, Killian thought, his pulse still racing from the fight. Anything we want.

Across the room, Niko was already on his feet, wiping blood from his split lip. His fight had ended minutes ago, and he’d barely managed to stay upright, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was Brandon’s words earlier that night. Win your fight, and I’ll do anything you ask. Niko had fought like a man possessed, and now, he wasn’t planning on letting that promise go unfulfilled.

Jeremy, was already making his way over, his knuckles bruised and his shirt soaked with sweat. He looked at Brandon with a hunger that was almost feral. Anything, he reminded himself. He said anything.

The three of them converged on Brandon, their breathing heavy, their eyes dark with intent.

“You promised,” Jeremy said, his voice low and rough.

Brandon didn’t flinch. He just tilted his head. “I did.”

“And we all won,” Killian added, stepping closer, his voice dipping into a growl. “All three of us.”

Brandon glanced between them. “So you did.”

“So what now?” Niko asked, his tone sharp, his patience wearing thin.

Brandon’s eyes gleamed, and for a moment, he seemed to enjoy the tension, the way they hung on his every word. Then he shrugged, casual, almost dismissive. “You tell me.”

That was all they needed.

Before Brandon could react, Jeremy grabbed him from behind, pinning his arms to his sides. “Blindfold him,” Jeremy said, his voice tight with anticipation.

Killian didn’t hesitate. He pulled a strip of black fabric from his pocket, stepping in front of Brandon. “You’re not going to fight us, are you?” Killian asked, his tone teasing, almost mocking.

Brandon smiled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Killian slipped the blindfold over Brandon’s eyes, and the world went dark. Brandon’s breath hitched, just slightly, but he didn’t struggle. He let them lead him, let them guide him out of the basement and into the cool night air.

The drive to their place was a blur, the tension in the car so thick it was almost suffocating. No one spoke. No one needed to.

When they got inside, Jeremy pushed Brandon against the wall, his hands roaming, exploring, claiming. “You’re ours tonight,” he whispered, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. “All ours.”

Niko stepped in, his fingers working quickly to strip Brandon’s shirt off, then his jeans, until he was bare, vulnerable, completely at their mercy. Killian watched, his gaze hungry, his hands twitching at his sides.

Their hands were everywhere—on his chest, his stomach, his hips. Their lips followed, every kiss a brand, a claim. Brandon’s head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips as they worked him over, their touches firm, possessive.

“Turn him around,” Jeremy ordered, and they obeyed, spinning Brandon so he was facing the wall.

Killian’s hand slid down Brandon’s back, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Niko stepped in, his hand trailing lower, teasing, taunting. “You’re going to feel everything,” he promised, his voice dark, dangerous.

Brandon shivered, his hands pressed flat against the wall.

The vibrator was cold against Brandon’s skin, and he tensed for a moment before relaxing into it. They took their time, teasing him, building him up until he was shaking, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“You like that, don’t you?” Niko asked, his voice a purr as he pressed the vibrator harder against Brandon.

Brandon’s response was a strangled moan, his hips bucking, desperate for more.

They gave it to him.

The vibrator moved faster, harder, and Brandon’s body went taut, every muscle straining as he edged closer and closer. “Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse, broken.

“Not yet,” Killian said, his hand gripping Brandon’s hip, keeping him still. “Not until we say so.”

It was torture, pure and simple. Brandon’s nails dug into the wall, his entire body trembling as they pushed him to the brink, then yanked him back, over and over again.

Finally, when they were satisfied, when Brandon was practically sobbing with need, Jeremy leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “Come for us,” he whispered, his voice a command, not a request.

Brandon came apart, his body convulsing, his cries echoing through the room. They didn’t let up, driving him through it until he was spent, his legs giving out beneath him.

But they weren’t done. Not even close.

Jeremy grabbed Brandon’s hair, yanking his head back. “You think that’s it?” he asked, his voice a growl. “We’re just getting started.”

Killian stepped in, his hands roaming, his touch rough, demanding. “You’re going to take us all,” he said, his voice low, dark. “Every. Last. Inch.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his heart racing. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Yes, what?” Niko demanded, his fingers digging into Brandon’s hips.

“Yes, sir,” Brandon corrected, his voice trembling, but firm.

“Good boy,” Jeremy purred, his hand trailing down Brandon’s back.

They took their time, preparing him, stretching him, until he was trembling, his body aching for more.

Then they gave it to him.

Jeremy was the first, his grip on Brandon’s hips bruising as he thrust into him, hard and fast, no mercy. Brandon’s cries were muffled by the wall, his body shaking with the force of it.

Killian was next, his hands roaming, his touch almost too much, too soon. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “You’re ours,” he whispered, his voice rough, possessive. “Every fucking inch of you.”

Niko was last, his hands gripping Brandon’s shoulders, his thrusts deep, deliberate. “You’re not going to forget this,” he promised, his voice dark, dangerous.

And Brandon didn’t.

They took turns, switching places, pushing him to the edge, then pulling him back, over and over again. He was raw, exposed, completely at their mercy, and he loved every second of it.

Killian’s hand wrapped around Brandon’s throat, his grip firm, but not enough to cut off his air. “You’re ours,” he growled, his voice low, dark. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Brandon gasped, his voice hoarse, broken.

“Good boy,” Niko purred, his hands roaming, his touch possessive, demanding.

Jeremy leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “You’re not going to forget this,” he whispered, his voice a promise, not a threat.

And Brandon didn’t.

The room was filled with the sound of grunts and moans and cries, and still, they didn’t stop. They pushed him, drove him, until he was screaming, begging, until he couldn’t take anymore.

Finally, when they were spent, when they were all trembling, shaking, they pulled back, leaving Brandon trembling against the wall.

“You did so good,” Killian murmured, his voice soft, almost tender, as he brushed a strand of hair from Brandon’s face. “So fucking good.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his heart racing. “More,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, broken.

Jeremy chuckled, the sound low and menacing. “Of course, my love” he promised, his voice dark, dangerous.

As Brandon lay there, trembling, spent, they carried him to the bedroom, their touches firm, and possessive.

“This was just the beginning baby, you’re ours,” Niko whispered, his voice a purr as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “All fucking night.”

Brandon was now sprawled on the bed, his wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts with soft silk ropes. He was completely exposed, every inch of him vulnerable and at their mercy. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his skin still slick from their earlier exploits.

Killian stood at the foot of the bed, his muscular frame silhouetted against the soft light. His eyes raked over Brandon’s body, a predator sizing up its prey. “You look fucking perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. His fingers traced a line up Brandon’s inner thigh, eliciting a shudder from the bound man. “All tied up, just waiting for us.”

Niko prowled to the side of the bed, his split lip curling into a smirk. He held an ice cube between his fingers, the cold already making his skin tingle. “You’re gonna love this,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. He dragged the ice cube down Brandon’s chest, the sudden cold making Brandon gasp and arch his back. Niko chuckled, watching as the water trailed down Brandon’s skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Feel good, sweetheart?”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his body trembling under the dual sensations of cold and heat. “You’re—fuck—” he managed to stammer, his voice shaky. But there was no mistaking the arousal in his tone, the way his body instinctively sought more of their touch.

Jeremy was on the other side, his hands roaming over Brandon’s hips, his touch possessive and demanding. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “You promised us anything,” he reminded him, his voice a low growl. “And we’re just getting started.” His teeth nipped at Brandon’s earlobe, a sharp sting that made Brandon gasp. Jeremy’s tongue soothed the bite immediately, his breath hot against Brandon’s skin.

The three of them moved in sync, their touches deliberate and calculated. Killian’s hands explored Brandon’s chest, his thumbs brushing over his nipples until they hardened under his touch. Niko continued his assault with the ice cube, trailing it down Brandon’s stomach and over his hips, the cold making Brandon squirm. Jeremy’s mouth was on Brandon’s neck, his teeth and tongue leaving marks that would linger long after tonight.

“Please,” Brandon begged, his voice breaking. “I can’t—I can’t take it.”

Killian smirked, his fingers trailing lower, teasing but not quite touching where Brandon needed it most. “Oh, you can take it,” he said, his voice firm. “And you will. You’re ours tonight, remember?”

Niko leaned down, his hot breath against Brandon’s ear. “Beg for it,” he commanded, his voice a low purr. “Let us hear how much you want it.”

Brandon’s head fell back against the pillows, his body arching as he tried to escape the overwhelming sensations. “Please,” he whispered, his voice desperate. “Please, I need it. I need you.”

Jeremy’s hand finally wrapped around Brandon’s cock, his touch firm and unrelenting. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. “What happened in the hallway was just an appetizer, this is the main course love.”

The three of them took turns, their touches alternating between teasing and punishing. Killian’s mouth was on Brandon’s chest, his teeth grazing over his nipples as his hands explored lower. Niko’s lips followed the trail of the ice cube, his tongue lapping up the cold water and replacing it with heat. Jeremy’s hand worked Brandon’s cock, his pace slow and deliberate, drawing out every moan and whimper.

Brandon’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but their hands, their mouths, their voices. He was completely at their mercy, and he loved every second of it.

Killian’s lips moved to Brandon’s ear, his breath hot and heavy. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low growl.

Niko’s hands gripped Brandon’s hips, his touch firm and possessive. “You’re ours,” he growled, his voice a dark promise. “And we’re gonna take everything we want from you.”

Jeremy’s hand tightened around Brandon’s cock, his pace quickening. “Come for us,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Let us see how much you need it.”

Brandon’s body tensed, his back arching as he came undone under their touch. His cries echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. The three of them watched, their expressions dark with satisfaction as they took in the sight of him completely unraveled.

But they weren’t done.

Killian was the first to move, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips as he positioned himself. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice rough with need. He thrust into Brandon, the sudden fullness making Brandon gasp and moan. Killian’s pace was rough, relentless, every thrust driving Brandon further into the mattress. “You’re fucking mine.”

Niko was next, his hands gripping Brandon’s shoulders as he took his turn. “And mine,” he growled, his voice dark with satisfaction. His pace was just as rough, just as demanding, every thrust making Brandon’s body tremble. “You’re ours, Brandon. Ours.”

Jeremy was last, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips as he claimed him. “And mine,” he growled, his voice rough with need. His pace was the roughest of all, every thrust driving Brandon closer to the edge. “You’re ours, Brandon. All fucking night.”

The three of them took turns, their thrusts rough and demanding, each one harder than the last. His body trembling under their touch. He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but their hands, their mouths, their voices. He was completely at their mercy, and he loved every second of it.

When they were finally done, Brandon lay trembling and spent on the bed, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. The three of them untied him, their touches gentle now as they cleaned him up. They laid down beside him, their bodies pressed against his as they cuddled and kissed him softly.

“You’re ours, Baby,” Killian murmured, his voice soft now as he pressed a kiss to Brandon’s forehead. “You were so perfect, just ours.” And he was.

Chapter Text

Landon x Brandon

The studio was silent, the air was filled with the scent of clay and plaster, the walls lined with sculptures of every shape and size. But there was one figure that stood out among the rest, a towering masterpiece. It was Brandon.

Landon ran his fingers over the smooth curve of the sculpture’s cheek. He had spent countless hours perfecting every detail—the arch of his brother’s brow, the fullness of his lips, the way his hair seemed to fall effortlessly into place. It was as if he had captured Brandon’s very essence in the cold, unyielding clay.

The sound of the door creaking open pulled Landon from his thoughts. He turned to see Brandon standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with awe as they swept over the studio.

“Lan… what is all this?” Brandon’s voice was soft, almost reverent, as he stepped inside.

“It’s you,” Landon said, his voice low and steady.

Brandon’s gaze landed on the largest sculpture, and his breath caught in his throat. “That’s… me?”

Landon nodded, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s face. “You’ve always been my muse. My other half.”

Brandon took a step closer, his eyes tracing every curve and line of the sculpture. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Landon murmured, closing the distance between them. His heart was racing now, his body aching with a need he could no longer suppress.

Brandon looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and something else—something that made Landon’s breath hitch in his throat.

“Lan…” Brandon’s voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to break the fragile thread of restraint that had been holding Landon back.

He reached out, his fingers tangling in Brandon’s hair as he pulled him close. Their lips met in a searing kiss, rough and desperate, years of pent-up longing spilling out in that single, electrifying moment.

Brandon’s hands fisted in Landon’s shirt, pulling him closer as their lips moved against each other with a hunger that neither of them could control. The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling together in a dance that was both familiar and entirely new.

Landon’s hands roamed over Brandon’s body, exploring every inch of him as if he were a sculpture come to life. He could feel the heat radiating from Brandon’s skin, the way his heart pounded against his chest.

“Mine,” Landon growled against Brandon’s lips, his voice low and possessive. “You’ve always been mine.”

Brandon’s breath hitched as Landon’s mouth trailed down his neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. He could feel the heat pooling in his gut, his body responding to Landon’s touch in ways he had never imagined.

“Lan…” Brandon’s voice was a shaky whisper as Landon’s hands began to fumble with the button of his jeans. “We… we shouldn’t…”

Landon pulled back just enough to meet Brandon’s gaze, his eyes dark with need. “Tell me to stop.”

Brandon hesitated, his mind warring with his body. He knew it was wrong, knew they shouldn’t be doing this. But the way Landon looked at him, the way his hands felt against his skin… it was intoxicating.

“I… I can’t,” Brandon admitted, his voice barely audible.

Landon grinned, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he pushed Brandon’s jeans down his hips. He knelt in front of him, his hands sliding up the back of Brandon’s thighs as he pressed a kiss to the curve of his hip.

Brandon’s breath caught as Landon’s teeth grazed his skin, leaving a mark that would be impossible to hide. “Lan… what are you…”

“Claiming what’s mine,” Landon murmured, his voice thick with desire. He pressed another kiss to Brandon’s inner thigh, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh.

Brandon’s knees buckled, his hands tangling in Landon’s hair as a moan escaped his lips. “Fuck…”

Landon chuckled darkly, his tongue lapping at the marks he had left. “You’re mine, Brandon. Mine.”

Landon pulled back just enough to meet Brandon’s gaze, his eyes dark with promise. “I’ll make you scream, Brandon. I’ll make you forget everything but me.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his body aching for more. “Please…”

Landon’s smile was predatory as he stood, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips as he pushed him back against the nearest surface. “Mine,” he growled, his voice low and possessive.

Brandon’s heart raced as Landon’s body pressed against his, his breath hot against his ear. “Yours,” he whispered, his voice filled with a surrender that made Landon’s blood burn.

Landon’s lips crashed against Brandon’s once more. There was no turning back now. They were bound together, two halves of a whole, and nothing would ever tear them apart.

And in that moment, everything else faded away.

Landon’s hands slid down Brandon’s back, gripping his waist with an almost desperate urgency. He could feel Brandon trembling beneath his touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Landon’s lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. Mine, Landon thought, the word repeating in his mind like a mantra. Mine, mine, mine.

“Lan…” Brandon’s voice was a broken whisper, his hands clutching at Landon’s shoulders as if he might collapse if he let go. “We… we shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what?” Landon’s voice was low, rough with desire as he pulled back just enough to look into Brandon’s eyes. “Shouldn’t want this? Shouldn’t need this?” His hands tightened on Brandon’s hips, pulling him closer. “Don’t lie to me, Bran. I can feel how much you want this. How much you need it.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and longing. He opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. Instead, he let out a shaky moan as Landon’s hands slid lower, gripping the backs of his thighs and lifting him effortlessly off the ground.

“Fuck, Lan…!” Brandon’s voice was muffled against Landon’s shoulder as he was carried across the room, his legs instinctively wrapping around Landon’s waist. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, the sound of their breathing mingling in the silence of the studio.

Landon didn’t stop until they reached the spare bed in the corner of the room, the one he kept for nights when he was too absorbed in his work to go home. He laid Brandon down gently, his hands smoothing over the curve of his hips as he spread his legs wide. So beautiful, he thought, his gaze raking over Brandon’s body, taking in the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

Brandon’s hands fisted in the sheets, his back arching off the bed as Landon’s tongue laved over the curve of his ass. “Fuck… Lan, please…” His voice was a broken plea, his body trembling with need.

Landon didn’t need to be asked twice. He licked a slow, deliberate path over Brandon’s hole, savoring the way he gasped and squirmed beneath him. “So fucking tight,” he murmured, his tongue pressing harder, coaxing Brandon’s body to relax. “You’re going to let me in, Bran. You’re going to let me take what’s mine.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his hips lifting off the bed as Landon’s tongue worked him open with a relentless intensity. “Lan… I… I can’t…” His words were cut off by a strangled moan as Landon’s tongue pushed inside, the sensation overwhelming.

Landon’s hands gripped Brandon’s hips, holding him in place as he devoured him, his tongue fucking him with a hunger that left Brandon gasping for more. “That’s it, Bran,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Let go. Just let go.”

Brandon’s fingers clawed at the sheets, his body trembling as Landon’s tongue continued to work him open. “Please… Lan… I need… I need more…”

Landon pulled back, his breath hot against Brandon’s skin as he reached for the bottle of lube he kept by the bed. He coated his fingers, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s as he pressed one inside, stretching him slowly.

“Fuck…” Brandon’s head fell back against the pillows, his body arching as Landon’s finger moved deeper. “Lan… please…”

“Shh,” Landon soothed, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear as he added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him even more. “I’ve got you, Bran. I’ve got you.”

Brandon’s hands were everywhere—clutching at Landon’s shoulders, raking through his hair, gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Lan… I can’t… I need…”

“I know,” Landon murmured, his fingers curling just enough to brush against that spot inside him that made Brandon cry out. “I know what you need.”

He added a third finger, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every gasp and moan from Brandon’s lips. “You’re so fucking tight, Bran,” he growled, his lips trailing down Brandon’s neck. “So perfect for me.”

Brandon’s breath was coming in ragged gasps, his body writhing beneath Landon’s touch. “Lan… please… I need you…”

Landon’s fingers slid out of him, and Brandon let out a whimper of protest that was quickly silenced by Landon’s lips crashing against his own. The kiss was fierce, possessive, a claiming that left Brandon breathless.

“You’re mine,” Landon growled, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips as he positioned himself between his legs. “All mine.”

And then he was pushing inside, the slow, deliberate stretch making Brandon’s breath hitch in his throat. “Fuck… Lan…” His hands gripped Landon’s shoulders, his nails digging into the skin as Landon eased himself deeper.

“Shh,” Landon soothed, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear as he bottomed out, their bodies pressed together. “I’ve got you, Bran. Just relax.”

But Brandon couldn’t relax, not with the way Landon filled him, stretching him in ways he’d never imagined. “Lan… I… I can’t…”

“You can,” Landon murmured, his hands smoothing over Brandon’s hips as he began to move, slow and deliberate. “You’re taking me so well, Bran. So fucking perfect for me.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Landon’s thrusts grew steadily faster. “Lan… please… I need…”

“I know what you need,” Landon growled, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips as he drove into him harder, faster. “You need me to fuck you. To claim you. To make you mine.”

Brandon’s hands were everywhere—clutching at Landon’s shoulders, raking through his hair, gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Lan… I can’t… I…”

“You can,” Landon murmured, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear as he angled his hips just enough to hit that spot inside him that made Brandon cry out. “You’re mine, Bran. All mine.”

And then he was fucking him in earnest, his thrusts fast and rough, each one driving Brandon closer to the edge. “Lan… I’m going to…”

“Come for me, Bran,” Landon growled, his voice rough with need. “Come for me.”

And Brandon did, his body arching off the bed as he cried out, his release spilling between them. Landon’s thrusts stuttered, his own release following soon after, filling Brandon as he collapsed on top of him, their bodies trembling with the force of it.

For a long moment, they lay there, their breaths mingling in the silence of the room. And then Landon was pulling out, his hands gentle as he cleaned Brandon up, his lips brushing against his skin in a silent promise.

“Mine,” he whispered, his arms wrapping around Brandon as he pulled him close. “All mine.”

Brandon’s eyes fluttered closed, his body limp with exhaustion as he drifted off to sleep, the sound of Landon’s heartbeat lulling him into a deep, dreamless slumber.

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Landon

The fight club was alive with energy, a symphony of fists hitting flesh, the roar of the crowd, and the sharp scent of sweat and adrenaline. Jeremy stood in the center of the ring, his chest rising and falling as he rolled his shoulders, the tattoos on his arms glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. He smirked, his sharp jawline tensing as he cracked his knuckles. Across the ring, Landon emerged, his entrance met with a deafening chant of “KING, KING, KING!” The crowd loved him, adored him, worshipped him—and Landon knew it. His perfectly styled hair, and that infuriatingly confident smirk made Jeremy’s blood boil in the best way.

“Ready to lose, Volkov?” Landon called out, his voice dripping with arrogance. He stepped into the ring, his fists raised, his stance cocky and loose.

Jeremy’s smirk deepened. “Keep talking, King. It’ll make it sweeter when I wipe that smug look off your face.”

The bell rang, and they lunged at each other. Fists flew, bodies collided, and the crowd roared. Jeremy ducked under Landon’s jab, landing a solid punch to his ribs. Landon grunted, but retaliated with a swift uppercut that Jeremy barely dodged. They were evenly matched, their movements fluid and calculated, each punch and parry a testament to their skill. But as the minutes dragged on, the fight began to feel… routine. The spark of competition dulled, replaced by something else entirely.

Jeremy blocked another punch, his forearm pressing against Landon’s. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around them faded. The chanting crowd, the flashing lights, the pounding music—none of it mattered. There was only the heat between them, the unspoken tension that had been building for weeks.

“Getting tired?” Landon taunted, his breath hot against Jeremy’s skin.

“Bored, actually,” Jeremy shot back, his voice low and rough. He shoved Landon back, and they circled each other, their breaths heavy, their eyes locked.

Finally, Jeremy raised his hands. “Call it,” he said to the ref. “This is going nowhere.”

Landon smirked, lowering his fists. “Fine by me. I was just warming up anyway.”

The crowd groaned in disappointment as the ref declared the match a draw. Jeremy and Landon exited the ring, their energy still crackling between them. Landon grabbed a towel from one of his cousins, Eli, who gave him a knowing look. Jeremy ignored the rest of the Heathens—Nikolai and Killian were too busy arguing with Creighton to notice him slipping away.

Jeremy found Landon in the private section of the fight club, a dimly lit alcove away from prying eyes. Landon was leaning against the wall, towel slung over his shoulder, his chest still heaving from the fight. Jeremy stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing.

“You fight like you’re trying to impress someone,” Jeremy said, his voice low and teasing. He took a step closer, his eyes raking over Landon’s body.

Landon smirked, his arrogance undiminished. “Maybe I was. You’d have to try harder to keep up, Volkov.”

Jeremy’s lips twitched in amusement. He closed the distance between them, his body pressing against Landon’s. “Careful, King. You’re starting to sound like you care.”

Landon’s smirk faltered for a split second, but he recovered quickly. “Don’t flatter yourself. I could’ve won that match if I wanted to.”

Jeremy chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “Is that why you’re shaking?”

Landon’s breath hitched, and Jeremy felt a surge of triumph. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with Landon’s. The air between them was electric, charged with unspoken need. Landon’s hand shot out, grabbing Jeremy’s collar and pulling him into a rough, searing kiss. Their lips crashed together with a hunger that had been building for weeks, months—longer than either of them would admit.

Jeremy growled into the kiss, his hands gripping Landon’s hips and slamming him against the wall. Landon moaned, his fingers tangling in Jeremy’s hair, pulling him closer. The kiss was fierce, punishing, a battle of dominance that neither of them wanted to lose. Jeremy’s tongue slid against Landon’s, claiming him, marking him in a way that made Landon’s knees weak.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, their foreheads pressed together. Landon’s lips were swollen, his pupils blown wide with desire. “You’re such an asshole,” he muttered, but there was no venom in his voice.

Jeremy chuckled, his hands sliding up Landon’s sides. “You love it.”

Landon rolled his eyes, but the smirk tugging at his lips gave him away. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Jeremy leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s neck. “I don’t have to,” he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He bit down hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from Landon. Jeremy sucked on the mark, ensuring it would be visible for days, a silent claim that only they would understand.

Landon’s hands gripped Jeremy’s shoulders, his nails digging into the skin. “Fuck, Jeremy,” he breathed, his voice trembling.

Jeremy pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “Say it again.”

Landon hesitated, his pride warring with the need coursing through him. But Jeremy’s hand slid down, cupping him through his shorts, and Landon’s resolve crumbled. “Jeremy,” he moaned, his hips thrusting forward instinctively.

Jeremy’s smirk was triumphant. “That’s what I thought.” He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he yanked the shorts down. Landon’s cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Jeremy didn’t waste time. He wrapped his lips around the tip, teasing the sensitive flesh with his tongue.

Landon’s head fell back against the wall, his hands gripping Jeremy’s hair. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

Jeremy’s hands tightened on Landon’s hips, holding him still as he took him deeper, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Landon’s breath came in ragged gasps, his thighs trembling as Jeremy worked him with ruthless precision. The room was filled with the sound of wet, sucking moans, and Landon’s quiet curses.

“Jeremy,” Landon groaned, his voice desperate. “Fuckk...”

Jeremy pulled off with a wet pop, his smirk predatory. “Good boy.” He stood up, his hand wrapping around Landon’s cock and stroking him roughly. “Come for me, baby.”

Landon’s eyes rolled back as he came, his release spilling over Jeremy’s hand. Jeremy kept stroking him through it, milking every last drop until Landon was trembling and spent.

Landon’s chest heaved as he lay back on the cold metal bench, the aftermath of his orgasm still pulsing through him. Jeremy stood over him, his eyes dark and hungry, a predator savoring his prey. The air between them was electric, thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Jeremy’s voice, low and commanding, broke the silence.

“Take off your shirt.”

Landon’s lips curled into a smirk, and slowly takes of his shirt, teasing Jeremy.

Jeremy’s gaze raked over him, a heat in his eyes that made Landon’s skin prickle. “Good boy.”

Before Landon could respond, Jeremy’s hands were on him, pushing him back onto the bench with a force that knocked the breath from his lungs. Landon’s back hit the cold metal, a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through his body. Jeremy leaned over him, his breath hot against Landon’s neck as he whispered, “You’re mine tonight.”

Landon’s heart raced, his body responding to Jeremy’s dominance in a way that both thrilled and terrified him. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but Jeremy silenced him with a rough kiss, his tongue claiming Landon’s mouth with a possessiveness that left no room for argument.

When Jeremy finally pulled away, Landon was panting, his lips swollen and his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Jeremy’s smirk was back, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out a length of rope.

Landon’s eyes widened. “Where the hell did you get that?”

Jeremy didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed Landon’s wrists and pinned them above his head. The rope was rough against his skin as Jeremy began to tie it, the knots tight and unyielding. Landon struggled instinctively, but Jeremy’s grip was firm, his hands moving with a precision that left no room for escape.

“Stop fighting,” Jeremy growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re just making it worse for yourself.”

Landon’s breath hitched as Jeremy tightened the rope, the pressure on his wrists sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He was completely at Jeremy’s mercy, and the thought sent a wave of heat through his body.

When Jeremy was satisfied with the knots, he stepped back, his eyes roaming over Landon’s bound form. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Landon’s cheeks flushed, but he held Jeremy’s gaze, his own eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and need. “What are you going to do now?”

Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “I’m going to make you beg.”

Landon’s breath caught in his throat as Jeremy’s hands began to move over his body, his touch both rough and teasing. His fingers trailed down Landon’s chest, tracing the lines of his abs before moving lower, to the edge of his waistband.

Landon’s hips bucked instinctively, but Jeremy’s hand pressed down on his stomach, holding him still. “Not yet,” Jeremy murmured, his lips trailing down Landon’s neck.

Landon’s eyes fluttered closed as Jeremy’s teeth grazed his skin, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Jeremy’s lips moved lower, down his chest, his tongue flicking over a nipple before his teeth caught it, biting down just enough to make Landon gasp.

“Fuck, Jer,” Landon breathed, his voice trembling with need.

Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk against Landon’s skin, and he moved lower, his hands sliding under Landon’s waistband and pushing his pants down his hips. Landon’s cock sprang free, hard and eager, and Jeremy’s eyes darkened with desire.

“Look at you,” Jeremy murmured, his fingers wrapping around Landon’s length and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. “So desperate for me.”

Landon’s breath hitched, his hips arching instinctively into Jeremy’s touch. Jeremy’s grip tightened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “But I’m not going to let you come yet.”

Landon’s eyes flew open, his gaze locking with Jeremy’s. “What?”

Jeremy’s smirk was predatory as he straightened, his hand moving away from Landon’s cock. “You heard me.”

Landon’s heart raced, his body trembling with need as Jeremy’s hands moved to his thighs, pushing them apart. Jeremy’s fingers trailed up the inside of Landon’s thigh, making his breath catch in his throat.

“Jeremy,” Landon breathed, his voice desperate.

Jeremy’s gaze was dark as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “Beg.”

Landon’s eyes fluttered closed, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back. “Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned down, his tongue flicking over Landon’s entrance before his fingers pressed against it, teasing and probing. Landon’s breath hitched, his body arching instinctively into the touch.

“Fuck, Jeremy,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need. “That feels so good. Fuckk.”

Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he added a second finger, stretching Landon open with a slow, deliberate precision. Landon’s breath caught in his throat. Jeremy’s fingers moved inside him, curling in a way that made Landon’s vision blur.

“Jeremy,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need. “Please.”

Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “Good boy.”

With that, Jeremy’s fingers pulled away, and he stood, unbuckling his belt with a deliberate slowness that made Landon’s heart race. His pants fell to the floor, and he stepped out of them, his cock hard and eager.

Landon’s breath hitched as Jeremy positioned himself between his legs, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he lined himself up.

“Fuck, Jeremy,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need.

Jeremy’s smirk was predatory as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “Hold on tight.”

With that, Jeremy thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Landon’s body arched, his breath catching in his throat as pleasure and pain mingled in a delicious cocktail.

Jeremy’s hands tightened on Landon’s hips, holding him still as he began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Landon’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the force of Jeremy’s movements.

“Jer,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need.

Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “You’re mine.”

With that, Jeremy’s thrusts became harder, faster, driving Landon to the edge of his sanity. Landon’s body arched, his breath catching in his throat as pleasure exploded through him.

“Fuck, Jeremy,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need.

With that, Jeremy’s thrusts became harder, faster, driving Landon to the edge of his sanity. Landon’s body arched, his breath catching in his throat as pleasure exploded through him.

“Fuck, Jeremy,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need. “I’m going to come.”

Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “Come for me, baby.”

Landon’s breath hitched, and his body tensed, his release spilling over his stomach as Jeremy continued to thrust into him. Jeremy’s movements became erratic, and with a groan, he spilled himself inside Landon, his body trembling with the force of his release.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, Jeremy pulled out, his hands moving to untie the ropes that bound Landon’s wrists.

Landon’s arms fell to his sides, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Jeremy leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, "You are perfect, baby.”

Landon’s eyelids fluttered, and his voice, barely a whisper, trembled with the intensity of the moment, “Fuck, Jeremy.”

Chapter Text

Vaughn x Yulian

The sound of the window creaking open was unmistakable. Vaughn leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed, his piercing eyes locked on the shadow slipping into his penthouse. Again. The faint moonlight caught Yulian’s slim, toned frame as he landed silently on the floor, his movements catlike, predatory. The faint rustle of fabric—another pair of boxers, no doubt—filled the silence. Vaughn smirked, his annoyance simmering beneath the surface, but with it, something else. Excitement. Yulian was here, and Vaughn was ready.

“You know,” Vaughn’s voice cut through the dark like a blade, low and commanding, “there’s easier ways to get my attention than breaking into my apartment every week.”

Yulian froze, his breath hitching. He turned to face Vaughn, his eyes wide, but there was no fear in them. Only hunger. “Maybe I like breaking in,” he said, his voice a little too casual, a little too unhinged. “Maybe I like the thrill.”

Vaughn pushed off the wall, closing the distance between them in two long strides. Yulian didn’t back away. He never did. Vaughn grabbed him by the front of his shirt, their faces inches apart. “You’re obsessed,” Vaughn growled, his breath hot against Yulian’s skin. “And you’re driving me fucking insane.”

“And you’re obsessed with me,” Yulian shot back, his voice trembling but defiant. “Or you’d have called the cops by now.”

Vaughn’s lips crashed against Yulian’s, silencing any further retort. The kiss was rough, desperate, as if they’d both been holding back for too long. Yulian’s hands fisted in Vaughn’s shirt, pulling him closer, while Vaughn’s large hands roamed Yulian’s body, gripping his hips, his waist, his ass. God, he was perfect. Vaughn broke the kiss only to yank Yulian’s shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His pants followed shortly after, leaving Yulian completely naked, his skin glowing faintly in the moonlight.

Yulian’s legs instinctively wrapped around Vaughn’s waist, his nails digging into the back of Vaughn’s neck. Vaughn bit down on Yulian’s collarbone, eliciting a sharp gasp. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” Vaughn muttered against his skin, his voice thick with frustration and desire. “Breaking in, stealing my goddamn boxers, driving me crazy. You want my attention? You’ve got it.”

Yulian’s breath hitched as Vaughn carried him through the penthouse, their lips locked in a hungry, devouring kiss. Vaughn’s hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of Yulian’s slim, toned body. Yulian’s fingers tangled in Vaughn’s hair, tugging sharply, a silent demand for more. Vaughn growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through Yulian’s body as they reached the kitchen.

Vaughn set Yulian down on the counter, the cool surface against his bare skin making him shiver. Vaughn stepped back, his piercing eyes never leaving Yulian’s as he opened the freezer and pulled out a tray of ice cubes. Yulian’s eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and arousal flickering across his face. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vaughn smirked, holding up an ice cube. “Giving you what you want,” he said, his tone dark and teasing. He pressed the ice cube against Yulian’s chest, watching as his skin prickled with goosebumps. Yulian’s breath quickened, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as Vaughn traced the ice cube down his torso, leaving a cold, wet trail in its wake.

When the ice cube reached Yulian’s hip, Vaughn paused, his eyes locking with Yulian’s. “You trust me?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur.

Yulian nodded, his throat too dry to speak. Vaughn’s smirk deepened as he moved the ice cube lower, teasing the sensitive skin of Yulian’s inner thigh. Yulian’s breath caught, his legs trembling as Vaughn’s free hand gripped his hip, holding him in place. The ice cube pressed against his entrance, and Yulian’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping his lips.

“Look at me,” Vaughn commanded, his voice firm but gentle. Yulian’s eyes snapped open, his gaze locking with Vaughn’s as the ice cube pressed inside him. The cold was a shock, but it was quickly accompanied by a wave of pleasure as Vaughn’s tongue replaced the ice cube, lapping at the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate strokes.

Yulian’s head fell back, a keening sound escaping his lips as Vaughn worked him open, his tongue alternating between soft, teasing licks and firm, insistent pressure. The counter was cold against Yulian’s skin, but Vaughn’s mouth was hot, driving him to the edge with every stroke. His hands gripped Vaughn’s hair, pulling him closer, his hips moving involuntarily against Vaughn’s face.

“Mishka,” Yulian gasped, his voice trembling with need. “ Oh...fuck..—”

Vaughn pulled back, his lips glistening as he looked up at Yulian, his eyes dark with desire. “You want more?” he asked, his voice a low, sultry rumble. Yulian nodded frantically, his chest heaving as Vaughn stood, his hands gripping Yulian’s hips as he pulled him to the edge of the counter.

“Then you’re going to get it,” Vaughn said, his voice a promise as he leaned in, capturing Yulian’s lips in a searing kiss. Yulian moaned into his mouth, his hands gripping Vaughn’s shoulders as Vaughn inserted a finger inside. He added two more fingers, curling.

“M-Mishka!” Yulian breathed, his voice trembling with anticipation. Vaughn smirked, his hands tightening on Yulian’s hips.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

“Mishka” Yulian whispered, his eyes locking with Vaughn’s as his fingers streched him inside, making Yulian’s breath hitch. Vaughn’s grip on his neck tightened, choking him.

“That’s it,” Vaughn muttered, his voice rough with desire. “You’re mine, Yulian. You’ve always been mine.”

Vaughn’s hands slid beneath Yulian’s trembling thighs, lifting him effortlessly off the counter. Yulian’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into Vaughn’s broad shoulders as he was carried through the dimly lit apartment. The cold air from the kitchen gave way to the warmth of the bedroom, the shift in surroundings only heightening the tension between them.

“You’ve been breaking into my place for weeks,” Vaughn growled, his voice low and rough as he tossed Yulian onto the bed. “You think I didn’t notice?”

Yulian’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes wide but unyielding. “I knew you did,” he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. “That’s why I kept coming back.”

Vaughn’s eyes darkened as he leaned over him, his muscular frame towering above Yulian’s slender form. “Tell me what you want, Yulian.”

Yulian’s lips parted, his voice barely audible. “You.”

That was all Vaughn needed. He stripped off his shirt in one swift motion, his muscles flexing under the dim light, before shedding the rest of his clothes. Yulian’s eyes roamed over his body, drinking in every inch of him, his own desire mirrored in Vaughn’s piercing gaze.

Vaughn climbed onto the bed, his hands gripping Yulian’s hips and flipping him onto his stomach. Yulian gasped, his face pressing into the sheets as Vaughn’s weight settled over him. “You wanted this,” Vaughn murmured, his breath hot against Yulian’s ear. “Now you’re going to take it.”

Yulian’s heart raced as he felt Vaughn’s fingers spread him open, the cold remnants of the ice still lingering inside him. Vaughn’s tongue replaced his fingers, teasing and probing, drawing a moan from deep within Yulian’s throat. “M-Mishka,” he whimpered, his hands clutching the sheets for dear life.

Vaughn pulled back, his hands gripping Yulian’s hips tightly. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice commanding. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Yulian breathed, his voice trembling. “Always yours.”

With that, Vaughn positioned himself at Yulian’s entrance, his grip tightening as he pushed inside in one fluid motion. Yulian’s back arched, a strangled cry escaping his lips as Vaughn filled him completely. The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of Vaughn’s thick cock splitting him open sending waves of pleasure and pain through his body.

Vaughn didn’t wait for Yulian to adjust. He set a brutal pace from the start, his hips slamming into Yulian with unrelenting force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Yulian’s desperate moans and Vaughn’s guttural grunts.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Vaughn growled, his hands gripping Yulian’s hips so hard it would leave bruises. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Breaking into my place, stealing my things… you’ve been begging for this. You must have masturabated using my boxers didn't you? Such a naughty slut.”

Yulian couldn’t respond, his voice caught in his throat as Vaughn pounded into him, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. His hands fisted the sheets, his body trembling under the sheer intensity of Vaughn’s dominance.

Vaughn leaned over him, his chest pressing against Yulian’s back as he whispered into his ear. “You’re mine, Yulian. Mine to fuck, mine to break.”

Yulian’s breath hitched, his body responding to Vaughn’s words with a surge of arousal. He could feel Vaughn’s cock hitting that spot inside him with every thrust, the pleasure building until it was almost unbearable. “M-Mishka,” he moaned, his voice breaking. “I’m close… I’m so close.”

Vaughn’s grip on his hips tightened, his thrusts becoming even more erratic. “Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Let me feel you.”

Yulian’s body obeyed, his orgasm crashing over him in a wave of intense pleasure. His back arched as he came untouched, his release spilling onto the sheets beneath him. Vaughn followed shortly after, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside Yulian, filling him with his cum.

Vaughn leaned down, capturing Yulian’s lips in a searing kiss. It was slow and possessive, a stark contrast to the rough treatment moments before. When he pulled away, he reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out a buttplug.

Yulian’s eyes widened slightly as Vaughn slicked it with lube, his body still sensitive from their earlier encounter. “You’re not done yet,” Vaughn said, his voice low. “I’m going to keep you full.”

Yulian’s breath hitched as Vaughn pressed the plug against his entrance, the stretch still intense but not unwelcome. Vaughn pushed it in slowly, giving Yulian time to adjust, before it settled snugly in place.

“There,” Vaughn murmured, his hands gently tracing the edges of the plug. “Now you’re perfect.”

Yulian’s face flushed, his body still tingling from the sensations. Vaughn cleaned him up with a warm washcloth, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the roughness of their earlier encounter. When he was done, he pulled Yulian into his arms, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other.

Vaughn’s hand rested on Yulian’s lower back, his fingers gently tracing the edges of the plug. “You’re staying here tonight,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Yulian nodded, his eyelids heavy as he nestled into Vaughn’s chest. “Always,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he drifted off to sleep.

Vaughn watched him for a moment, his hand still resting on Yulian’s back. “Mine,” he murmured, his voice soft but possessive. And then, just as Yulian’s breath evened out with sleep, Vaughn leaned down and whispered, “You’re not leaving here again. Not without me.”

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Nikolai x Brandon x Killian

The restaurant was dimly lit, the kind of place that screamed pretentious romance. Brandon shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his fingers tapping against the edge of the table. He hadn’t wanted to be here, but Landon had been relentless. You deserve better than those three, his brother had said, his voice dripping with disdain. They don’t appreciate you. This guy… he’s better.

Brandon sighed, glancing at the man across from him. Ethan. He was handsome, sure, with his perfectly combed hair and tailored suit. But there was something… off. Something forced. The way he kept smiling, too wide, too eager. Like he’s trying too hard, Brandon thought.

“So,” Ethan began, leaning forward. “Landon tells me you’re into art. What’s your favorite piece?”

Brandon opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, the sound of the restaurant door slamming open cut through the air. Heads turned, and Brandon’s stomach dropped as he saw them.

Nikolai.

Jeremy.

Killian.

They stalked into the room like predators, their eyes locked on him. Nikolai’s jaw was clenched, his usually calm demeanor replaced with something dark and dangerous. Jeremy’s smirk was gone, replaced by a scowl that sent shivers down Brandon’s spine. And Killian… Killian’s eyes burned with a ferocity that made Brandon’s breath hitch.

“Brandon,” Nikolai said, his voice low and cold. “What are you doing here?”

Ethan frowned, looking between Brandon and the three men. “Who are these guys?”

Jeremy stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “We’re the guys who own him,” he snapped, his tone venomous. “And you’re in our way.”

Killian didn’t say a word. He just grabbed Brandon’s arm, yanking him to his feet. Brandon stumbled, his heart racing. “Wait—” he started, but Killian cut him off with a glare.

“We’ll talk at home,” Killian growled, his grip tightening.

Ethan stood, his face red with indignation. “Hey, you can’t just—”

Nikolai turned, his voice cold and final. “Sit down.” The command was so sharp, so absolute, that Ethan froze, his mouth hanging open.

Without another word, the three men dragged Brandon out of the restaurant. The chill night air hit his face as they shoved him into the back of a waiting car. The door slammed shut, and Brandon flinched as the engine roared to life.

The ride was silent, tension thick in the air. Brandon didn’t dare speak. He knew better. When they pulled up to their house, the guards at the gate didn’t even blink as they passed. Inside, the door barely had time to close before Jeremy spun Brandon around, slamming him against the wall.

“What the fuck, Brandon?” Jeremy snarled, his face inches from Brandon’s. “You were on a date?”

Brandon swallowed, his voice trembling. “I didn’t want to—Landon made me—”

Nikolai stepped forward, his eyes icy. “You think that’s an excuse? You think you can just let someone else touch you? Belong to someone else?”

“No, I—” Brandon’s protest was cut off by Killian’s hand on his throat, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to silence him.

“Strip,” Killian ordered, his voice low and deadly.

Brandon’s breath hitched, but he didn’t argue. He reached for his shirt, his hands shaking as he unbuttoned it. The fabric fell to the floor, and he stepped out of his pants, standing there in nothing but his boxers. Killian yanked those off too, leaving him completely exposed.

Nikolai sat on the couch, his expression unreadable. “Over my lap. Now.”

Brandon hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his face burning with humiliation as he bent over Nikolai’s knees. The first spank came hard, the sound echoing in the room. Brandon gasped, his body tensing. The second was even harder, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out.

One. Two. Three…

By the time Nikolai reached ten, Brandon’s ass was red and sore, his eyes wet with unshed tears. Jeremy stepped up next, his hand just as merciless. Each spank sent a jolt of pain through Brandon’s body, but beneath it, there was something else. A spark of heat that he hated to admit he felt.

When Killian took his turn, Brandon couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped his lips. Killian’s hand was the hardest, each spank leaving him trembling. When it was over, Brandon was a mess, his body aching, his mind hazy.

Nikolai pulled him up, his fingers tangling in Brandon’s hair as he forced him to meet his gaze. “You’re ours,” he growled. “And we’re going to make sure you never forget that.”

Jeremy grabbed Brandon’s hips, pressing him down onto the couch. Brandon’s breath caught as Jeremy’s hands spread him open, his body still tender from the spanking. Nikolai’s fingers teased him, slick with lube, and Brandon couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips.

Jeremy was the first to enter him, his grip tight on Brandon’s hips as he thrust in hard. Brandon cried out, his body arching as pleasure and pain mixed in a heady concoction. Nikolai kissed him, his tongue claiming his mouth just as Jeremy claimed his body.

When Jeremy pulled out, Killian was there, his hands rough as he positioned Brandon on his knees. “You’re mine now,” Killian growled, his voice low and dark. He didn’t wait for a response, slamming into Brandon with a force that made him scream.

Nikolai took him last, his hands gentle in contrast to his harsh words. “You belong to us,” he whispered, his lips brushing Brandon’s ear as he thrust into him. “No one else. Ever.”

Then, Jeremy growled, his voice low and dangerous as he pinned Brandon to the bed. His hands were rough, gripping Brandon’s wrists above his head, his eyes burning with a possessive fire that made Brandon’s breath hitch. “You’re ours, Brandon. No one else gets to touch you.”

Brandon whimpered, his body still trembling from the earlier punishment. His skin was flushed, his mind a haze of pleasure and submission. He loved this—loved the way they claimed him, the way they made him feel like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice shaky. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Shut up,” Killian interrupted, his voice sharp as he stepped forward. His hands were already working at the buttons of his shirt, his eyes dark with hunger. “You don’t get to talk right now. You’re going to take what we give you, and you’re going to like it.”

Nikolai was already stripping, his wicked smile curling at the corners of his lips as he watched Brandon squirm. “You’re going to learn your place, baby,” he purred, his voice dripping with promise. “We’re going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

Brandon’s heart raced as they surrounded him, their bodies closing in, their heat enveloping him. He could feel the weight of their desire, the intensity of their need, and it made his head spin. He was theirs—completely theirs—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jeremy was the first to move, his hands sliding down Brandon’s body, his touch firm and demanding. He flipped Brandon onto his stomach, his grip tight on his hips as he positioned him just the way he wanted. “You’re going to take us all,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Every. Last. Inch.”

Brandon’s breath caught as he felt Jeremy’s cock pressing against him, the thick head teasing his entrance. He was still sore from earlier, but the pain only heightened the pleasure, making his body throb with anticipation. “Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please, Jeremy.”

Jeremy didn’t wait, slamming into him with a force that made Brandon cry out. His hands gripped Brandon’s hips, holding him in place as he thrust hard and deep, each movement driving Brandon closer to the edge. “You’re mine,” Jeremy growled, his voice harsh and possessive. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Brandon gasped, his voice breaking as Jeremy’s cock hit that spot inside him that made his vision blur. “I’m yours.”

Killian was next, his hands rough as he positioned himself behind Brandon. He didn’t waste any time, pressing his cock against Brandon’s entrance alongside Jeremy’s. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but Brandon loved it—loved the way they filled him, the way they claimed him completely. “You’re ours,” Killian growled, his voice dark and demanding. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Brandon moaned, his body trembling as they both thrust into him, their cocks moving in tandem, filling him in ways he never thought possible. “I’m yours.”

Nikolai was the last, his hands gentle as he cupped Brandon’s face, his lips brushing against his ear. “Open your mouth,” he whispered, his voice soft but commanding. “You’re going to take me too.”

Brandon obeyed without hesitation, his lips parting as Nikolai’s cock slid into his mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, the weight of him on his tongue making Brandon’s head spin. He sucked him eagerly, his body moving in rhythm with Jeremy and Killian’s thrusts, his mind lost in a haze of pleasure.

The three of them moved together, their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible, their desire for Brandon driving them forward. Jeremy and Killian’s cocks filled him completely, their thrusts deep and punishing, while Nikolai’s cock slid in and out of his mouth, his hands gentle but firm as he guided Brandon’s movements.

Brandon was a mess, his body trembling, his mind a haze of pleasure and submission. He loved this—loved the way they claimed him, the way they made him feel like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. “Please,” he moaned, his voice muffled by Nikolai’s cock. “Please, don’t stop.”

“You’re ours,” Jeremy growled, his voice harsh and possessive. “You’re ours.”

“You’re never going to forget this,” Killian added, his voice dark and demanding. “You’re never going to forget who you belong to.”

The three of them came together, their bodies trembling as they spilled inside him, their cum filling him completely. Jeremy and Killian’s cocks pulsed inside him, their cum mixing together as they claimed him, while Nikolai’s cum filled his mouth, the taste of him making Brandon’s head spin.

When they finally pulled out, Brandon was a trembling mess, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Jeremy reached for the plug, his hands gentle as he pressed it into Brandon’s hole, keeping their cum inside him. “You’re ours,” he whispered, his voice soft but possessive. “You’re never going to forget that.”

Brandon nodded, his body limp as they cleaned him, their hands gentle as they wiped away the sweat and cum. They kissed him, their lips soft and tender, their touches filled with love and possessiveness. “You’re ours,” Nikolai whispered, his voice soft but commanding. “You’re ours.”

Brandon fell asleep in their arms, his body limp, his mind a haze of pleasure and submission. He was theirs—completely theirs—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Landon x Nikolai

"What the fuck were you thinking, Landon?" Jeremy’s voice was low, cold, and cutting as he slammed the door shut behind them. Landon stumbled forward, his usual smugness replaced by a flicker of panic as Nikolai shoved him further into the room.

Landon’s breath hitched. He tried to play it off, shrugging with that infuriating smirk of his. "Oh, come on, boys. You know I just love getting your attention. Did you really think I’d let you two hang out with that Simon guy without—"

"Shut up," Nikolai growled, stepping forward, his fists clenched. "You don’t get to talk right now. You don’t get to act like this is some fucking joke. You destroyed our bikes, you little shit. Do you have any idea how much—"

"Enough," Jeremy interrupted, his voice calm but laced with danger. He grabbed Landon by the collar and yanked him forward until their faces were inches apart. Landon’s smirk faltered as Jeremy’s piercing gaze bore into him. "You’ve been pushing us for weeks, Landon. The jealousy, the pettiness—it’s exhausting. But this? This is too far. And now, you’re going to pay for it."

Landon swallowed hard, his bravado cracking under the weight of their anger. "Pay for it? What are you going to do, huh? Ground me? Take my phone? You’re not my—"

"Bend over," Jeremy ordered, cutting him off again. His tone left no room for argument.

Landon blinked, stunned. "What?"

"Bend. Over." Jeremy’s voice was sharp, and Nikolai’s hand on his shoulder forced him down until he was bent over Jeremy’s lap. Landon’s heart raced as he felt Jeremy’s hand slide over his ass, the warmth of his palm searing through the fabric of his jeans.

"Wait, wait, wait—" Landon stammered, squirming, but Nikolai’s grip tightened, holding him in place.

"Relax, princess," Nikolai sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You wanted our attention. Now you’ve got it."

"You’re crazy—" Landon protested, but his words were cut off by the sharp crack of Jeremy’s hand meeting his ass. Landon hissed, his body jolting in surprise.

"One," Jeremy counted, his voice calm. Another smack landed, harder this time. "Two."

Landon gritted his teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing him yelp. But by the fifth spank, a strangled noise escaped his lips. By the tenth, he was biting back curses, his ass burning under the relentless punishment. Jeremy’s hand was relentless, each strike landing with precision and force.

"Fuck," Landon gasped, his voice shaky. "You’re really into this, huh? Getting off on punishing me—"

Nikolai chuckled darkly, leaning down to whisper in Landon’s ear. "Oh, baby, you have no idea what’s coming."

Jeremy’s hand landed again, harder than before. "Fifteen," he said, his tone eerily calm. Landon winced, his fingers gripping Jeremy’s thigh for stability.

"Almost there," Nikolai teased, his hand trailing down Landon’s back. "You’re taking it so well, though. Such a good boy."

Landon’s cheeks flushed at the words, a mix of humiliation and something else he didn’t want to acknowledge.

"Twenty," Jeremy announced, delivering the final spank. Landon groaned, his ass throbbing as Jeremy finally pulled away.

"Stand up," Jeremy ordered, and Landon clumsily pushed himself off his lap, his legs wobbling slightly.

Nikolai stepped forward, a wicked grin on his face as he held up a small black bag. "Now, let’s make this punishment a little more...interesting." He pulled out a set of black lace lingerie, holding it up for Landon to see.

Landon’s eyes widened. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

"Do we look like we’re kidding?" Nikolai countered, his grin widening. "Put it on."

"No," Landon snapped, crossing his arms defensively.

Jeremy stepped closer, his presence looming. "You don’t get to say no right now, Landon. You lost that privilege when you decided to destroy our property. Now, put it on. Or we’ll do it for you."

Landon hesitated, his pride warring with the heat building in his chest. Reluctantly, he reached for the lingerie, his fingers trembling slightly as he undressed under their watchful eyes.

"God, look at him," Nikolai murmured, his eyes raking over Landon’s body as he slipped into the lace. "He’s loving this."

"Shut up," Landon muttered, his face burning as he adjusted the panties, the lace clinging to his skin in a way that made him feel exposed and vulnerable.

Jeremy’s hand reached out, tracing the edge of the lingerie. "You look good like this," he said, his voice low. "Maybe we should put you in lace more often."

"Fuck you," Landon spat, but the words lacked conviction, his breath hitching as Jeremy’s fingers brushed over his sensitive skin.

Nikolai stepped closer, his hand tangling in Landon’s hair as he tilted his head back. "Such a pretty little thing," he purred, his voice dripping with mockery. "You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?"

Landon’s pulse quickened, his body betraying him as he felt himself growing hard under their attention. "I’m not—"

Nikolai cut him off with a rough kiss, his lips crashing against Landon’s with a hunger that left him breathless. Jeremy’s hands trailed down his sides, his touch firm and possessive as he stripped him of the lingerie, leaving him completely exposed.

"You’re ours now," Jeremy growled, his voice dark and commanding. "And we’re going to make sure you don’t forget it."

Landon’s mind spun, his body caught between the electric thrill of their attention and the lingering sting of his punishment. He opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips as Nikolai’s teeth nipped at his neck, marking him with a bruise that would linger for days.

Jeremy’s hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer until he could feel the heat of his body pressing against him. "You wanted our attention," Jeremy murmured, his breath hot against Landon’s ear. "Now you’ve got it. Every last bit of it."

Landon’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt them closing in, their intent clear. He wanted to fight, to push them away, but the heat building in his chest was impossible to ignore.

"Fuck," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

"That’s the idea," Nikolai purred, his tone dripping with menace. "Let’s see how much you can take."

Landon’s heart raced as Jeremy’s hand trailed down his spine, his touch sending shivers through his body. Nikolai’s lips found his neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he whispered, "You’re going to regret crossing us, baby. But don’t worry—we’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it."

Landon’s body was splayed out on the bed, his legs spread wide as Jeremy and Nikolai loomed over him, their eyes dark with a hunger that made his stomach twist in knots. He hated how much he wanted this, how much he craved their touch even as they taunted him.

“Look at you,” Nikolai sneered, his voice low and mocking as his fingers traced the curve of Landon’s inner thigh. “All dolled up, just begging for us to ruin you.”

Landon bit his lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. Jeremy’s hand came down hard on his ass, the sharp slap echoing through the room. Landon jolted, his back arching as the sting radiated through him. “You’re pathetic,” Jeremy said calmly, his tone almost conversational as he delivered another stinging blow. “Thinking you could get away with destroying our bikes just because you were jealous.”

Another slap, this one even harder, and Landon’s breath hitched. His cock throbbed, betraying him as the pain twisted into something deliciously sinful. Nikolai chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against Landon’s ear. “You like that, don’t you? You like being punished.”

Landon couldn’t deny it, not with the way his body reacted, not with the way his hips shifted instinctively, seeking more. Jeremy’s fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of his ass, teasing him, and Landon couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his lips.

“So fucking eager,” Nikolai muttered, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he moved between his legs. Landon’s breath caught as he felt Nikolai’s tongue against his entrance, hot and wet, licking and teasing until he was squirming on the bed. “Ah—fuck!” he gasped, his hands clutching at the sheets as Nikolai’s tongue pressed inside, coaxing him open.

Jeremy watched with dark amusement, his fingers trailing up Landon’s spine. “You’re going to take us both, Landon,” he said, his voice calm but laced with authority. “And you’re going to thank us for it.”

Landon’s heart raced, his mind spinning as Nikolai’s tongue worked him open, preparing him for what was to come. The pleasure was overwhelming, the humiliation burning through him even as his body responded eagerly. When Nikolai finally pulled away, Landon was panting, his skin flushed and his cock aching with need.

“On your knees,” Nikolai commanded, his voice sharp. Landon hesitated for just a moment before obeying, his body trembling as he shifted onto his knees. Nikolai stood in front of him, his cock hard and leaking, and Landon’s mouth watered at the sight of it. “Open up, princess,” Nikolai said, his tone mocking as he gripped Landon’s hair and guided his mouth to his length.

Landon’s lips parted, and he took Nikolai into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head as he worked to take him deeper. Nikolai groaned, his grip tightening in Landon’s hair as he thrust into his mouth, fucking his face with rough, uneven strokes. “That’s it, baby,” Nikolai growled, his hips snapping forward. “Take it. You’re so fucking good at this.”

Jeremy watched from behind, his cock throbbing as he took in the sight of Landon on his knees, his mouth stretched around Nikolai’s cock. “You look so good like this,” Jeremy muttered, his hand trailing down Landon’s back. “Such a pretty little slut.”

Landon moaned around Nikolai’s cock, the sound vibrating through him and earning a sharp thrust in response. His own cock was painfully hard, and he could feel the wetness of his pre-come staining the lace panties he was forced to wear. When Nikolai finally pulled out, Landon was left gasping, his lips swollen and his face flushed.

“Bend over the bed,” Jeremy ordered, his voice low and commanding. Landon hesitated for just a moment before obeying, his body trembling as he bent over the edge of the bed, his ass exposed and ready. Jeremy stepped behind him, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he positioned himself.

The first thrust was brutal, and Landon cried out as Jeremy sheathed himself inside him in one deep, unrelenting stroke. “Oh, God—!” Landon gasped, his nails digging into the sheets as Jeremy began to move, his hips slamming into him with a force that left him breathless.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jeremy growled, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he fucked him hard and deep. “You’re made for this, aren’t you? Made to take cock.”

Landon couldn’t respond, not with the way Jeremy was pounding into him, his thrusts sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His cock ached, trapped between his body and the bed, the friction just enough to drive him closer to the edge.

Nikolai stepped forward, his hand trailing down Landon’s back as he watched Jeremy fuck him. “You’re going to take us both, aren’t you, baby?” he purred, his fingers brushing over Landon’s entrance, already stretched and slick from Jeremy’s cock.

Landon’s eyes widened, his breath catching as Nikolai pressed against him, his cock sliding in alongside Jeremy’s. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but Landon couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips as they both began to move, their cocks filling him completely.

“Fuck—!” Landon gasped, his body trembling as they fucked him in tandem, their thrusts sending him spiraling into a haze of pleasure and pain.

“You are doing well, baby” Jeremy said, his voice firm as his hand came down hard on Landon’s ass, the sharp slap making him cry out. “You’re going to take it, Landon. You’re going to take every inch.”

Nikolai chuckled, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he thrust deeper, his cock rubbing against Jeremy’s inside him. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward. “You feel so good around us.”

Landon’s mind was a blur, his body completely at their mercy as they fucked him, their cocks filling him to the brink. The pain was there, sharp and intense, but it was overshadowed by the pleasure that coiled in his gut, threatening to overwhelm him.

“Come on, princess,” Nikolai taunted, his hand reaching around to stroke Landon’s cock. “Let us hear you. Let us know how much you love it.”

Landon’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Nikolai’s hand worked his cock, the pleasure building with every thrust. His orgasm hit him hard, his body convulsing as he came, his cock spurting against the sheets.

“That’s it, baby,” Jeremy growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. Nikolai groaned, his cock pulsing inside Landon as he came, his grip on Landon’s hips tightening.

Jeremy followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside Landon, his cock filling him completely. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.

Nikolai was the first to pull out, his cock slipping free as he stepped back. “You did so good, baby,” he murmured, his hand brushing over Landon’s ass. “Such a good little slut.”

Jeremy pulled out next, his cock slick with come as he stepped back. Landon collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling as he tried to catch his breath. His ass ached, his body completely spent, but there was a part of him that craved more.

“You’re ours now, Landon,” Jeremy said, his voice calm but firm. “And we’re not done with you yet.”

Landon’s heart raced, his body trembling as he looked up at them, his eyes wide with something that might have been anticipation. He didn’t know what was coming next, but he knew one thing for certain: he was completely and utterly at their mercy and he was loving it.

Nikolai’s grin was sharp, his eyes dark with promise as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “You’re going to regret crossing us, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "But we’re going to make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

Landon’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he waited for what was to come. He didn’t know what they had planned, but he knew one thing for certain: there was no escaping them now and they can't escape from him.

Chapter Text

Levi x Brandon

The house was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy, like it was waiting for something to happen. Brandon was sitting on the edge of his bed, his laptop open but ignored, his mind wandering. He’d been feeling… restless lately. It wasn’t just the usual stress or the monotony of daily life. It was something deeper, something he couldn’t quite put into words. His hand drifted down to his sweatpants, fingers brushing against the growing bulge there. He hesitated, glancing at the closed door. The house was empty, wasn’t it? His dad, had gone out for groceries. Or at least, that’s what he’d said.

Brandon’s breath hitched as he let his hand slide beneath the waistband of his pants, his fingers wrapping around his hardening cock. He leaned back against the pillows, his other hand gripping the sheets as he began to stroke himself. It felt good, but… not enough. He’d been like this for weeks now, unable to fully let go, unable to reach that peak. Frustration bubbled up inside him, and he bit his lip, trying to focus, trying to push himself over the edge.

The door creaked open.

Brandon froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He yanked his hand out of his pants, his face burning with embarrassment as he looked up to see his dad standing in the doorway. Levi’s eyes were dark, unreadable, as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Dad, I—” Brandon started, but the words caught in his throat. He couldn’t think of an excuse, couldn’t think of anything to say that would make this less awkward.

Levi didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, his gaze fixed on Brandon, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he walked over to the bed, his movements deliberate, almost predatory. Brandon’s breath quickened as his dad sat down beside him, the mattress dipping under his weight.

“You’ve been struggling, haven’t you?” Levi’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but it sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine.

“I—I don’t know what you mean,” Brandon stammered, his face still burning.

Levi reached out, his hand brushing against Brandon’s thigh. “Don’t lie to me, Bran. I’ve seen it. You’ve been… tense. Frustrated. I can tell.”

Brandon’s heart was racing now, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear and… something else. Something he didn’t want to admit. “Dad, I—”

Before he could finish, Levi’s hand was on his cock, his fingers wrapping around the length that was still half-hard. Brandon gasped, his body jerking in surprise. “Dad, what are you—”

“Shh,” Levi murmured, his voice soft but firm. “Let me help you.”

Brandon’s mind was screaming at him to stop, to push his dad away, but his body… his body was betraying him. He moaned softly as Levi’s hand began to move, stroking him with a slow, steady rhythm. It felt… incredible. Better than anything he’d ever felt before. His hips bucked involuntarily, his cock hardening fully in his dad’s grip.

“That’s it,” Levi whispered, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. “Just let go. Let me take care of you.”

Brandon’s head fell back against the pillows, his eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washed over him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t process what was happening. All he knew was that it felt so good, so right. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as Levi’s hand moved faster, his grip tightening just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

“Dad, I’m—I’m gonna—” Brandon’s voice was barely a whisper, his body trembling with the need to release.

“Come for me, Bran,” Levi murmured, his lips brushing against Brandon’s neck. “Let it all out.”

And Brandon did. With a low, guttural moan, he came, his release spilling over his dad’s hand. His body shuddered with the force of it, his mind going blank as waves of pleasure crashed over him. When it was over, he lay there, panting, his body limp and spent.

Levi pulled his hand away, and Brandon’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze landing on the mess he’d made. His face burned with embarrassment, and he quickly looked away, unable to meet his dad’s eyes.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Levi said softly, his voice gentle. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Brandon swallowed hard, his mind still reeling. “Dad, I… I don’t know what to say.”

Levi leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s neck. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, his breath hot against Brandon’s skin. “Just let me take care of you.”

Before Brandon could respond, Levi’s lips were on his neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin. Brandon moaned softly, his body responding despite the lingering embarrassment. Levi’s hands moved to his hips, gripping him firmly as he pushed him down onto the bed.

“Dad, what are you—” Brandon started, but his words were cut off by a gasp as Levi’s tongue trailed down his chest, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

Levi didn’t answer. Instead, he continued to kiss and lick his way down Brandon’s body, his hands moving to the waistband of his sweatpants. Brandon’s breath hitched as Levi pulled them down, exposing his still-sensitive cock. Levi’s lips brushed against the tip, and Brandon’s hips jerked involuntarily.

“Dad, please,” Brandon whispered, his voice trembling.

Levi looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire. “Shh,” he murmured. “Just relax.”

And then Levi’s tongue was on him, licking and sucking at his cock with a skill that left Brandon breathless. His hands gripped the sheets, his body arching off the bed as pleasure shot through him. Levi’s tongue moved lower, trailing down to his balls, and Brandon moaned, his hips bucking.

“Ahh—” Brandon’s voice was barely a whisper, his body trembling with the need to release.

Levi pulled away, his eyes locking with Brandon’s. “Turn over,” he said, his voice firm.

Brandon hesitated for a moment, but then he obeyed, rolling onto his stomach. Levi’s hands were on his hips again, pulling him up onto his knees. Brandon’s heart was pounding, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. He felt Levi’s breath against his ass, and then his tongue was there, licking and probing at his entrance.

Brandon moaned, his body jerking in surprise. “Dad, what are you—”

“Shh,” Levi murmured, his voice soft but firm.

He moaned softly as Levi’s tongue continued to explore him, his hands gripping the sheets as pleasure shot through him. It felt… incredible. Better than anything he’d ever felt before.

Levi’s tongue was replaced by a finger, and Brandon gasped as it pushed inside him, stretching him open.

Brandon’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Levi’s finger moved inside him, stretching him open. It hurt a little, but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as Levi added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him further. Brandon’s body trembled, his mind going blank as waves of pleasure crashed over him.”

With a low, guttural moan, he came, his release spilling over the sheets. His body shuddered with the force of it, his mind going blank as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Levi pulled his fingers away, and Brandon’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze on Levi.

Levi’s dark eyes locked onto Brandon’s, the intensity in them making Brandon’s breath hitch. He reached over to the nightstand, his movements deliberate, and pulled out a bottle of lube. The sound of the cap clicking open was almost deafening in the quiet room. Levi drizzled the cool liquid onto his cock, his gaze never wavering from Brandon’s face.

Brandon’s heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He could feel the weight of Levi’s body pressing against him, the heat radiating from his father’s skin making his own feel like it was on fire. Levi’s cock brushed against his entrance, and Brandon’s breath caught in his throat.

“Relax for me, sweetheart,” Levi whispered, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down Brandon’s spine.

Brandon tried to do as he was told, but his body was tense, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. He could feel the pressure of Levi’s cock against him, and then, with a slow, deliberate push, Levi began to enter him.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made Brandon’s head spin. He gasped, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as Levi pushed deeper inside him. Levi’s breath was hot against his neck, his lips brushing against Brandon’s skin as he whispered soothing words.

“That’s it, baby. Just relax. You’re doing so good for me.”

Brandon’s body slowly began to adjust, the initial pain giving way to a deep, aching pleasure. Levi’s cock felt so big inside him, stretching him in ways he had never imagined. He could feel every inch of Levi as he moved, the sensation making his head spin.

Levi’s thrusts started slow, but they quickly grew more intense, each one driving deeper into Brandon. The sounds of Brandon’s soft moans and Levi’s low grunts filled the room.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart,” Levi growled, his voice rough with desire. “So tight, so perfect.”

Brandon’s mind was a haze of pleasure, his body responding to every touch, every thrust. He could feel the heat building inside him, the pressure coiling in his stomach as Levi’s cock hit that spot inside him over and over again.

“Oh God, fuckk…” Brandon moaned, his voice trembling with need.

Levi’s hands gripped Brandon’s hips, holding him in place as he fucked him harder, deeper. The bed creaked with the force of their movements, the sound only adding to the intensity of the moment. Brandon’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Let go. Come for me,” Levi urged, his voice a low growl in Brandon’s ear.

Brandon’s body obeyed, the pleasure overwhelming him as he came, his release spilling over his stomach. His body trembled with the force of it, his mind going blank as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

Levi’s thrusts grew more erratic, his own release building as he felt Brandon’s body clench around him. With a low, guttural moan, he came, his cum filling Brandon, making his stomach bulge slightly with the force of it.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling as they both came down from the high. Levi slowly pulled out, his cum leaking out of Brandon and onto the sheets.

Brandon’s body felt boneless, his mind still hazy with pleasure. He could feel Levi’s hands on him, gently cleaning him up with a warm cloth. The tenderness in Levi’s touch made Brandon’s heart ache, the love he felt for his father overwhelming him.

Levi leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Brandon’s lips before pulling him into his arms. They lay there together, their bodies entwined, the warmth of Levi’s embrace making Brandon feel safe and loved.

“You’re mine, Bran,” Levi whispered, his voice soft but firm. “Always mine.”

Brandon’s eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxing as he drifted off to sleep, the sound of Levi’s heartbeat lulling him into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Levi watched him for a moment, his heart swelling with love and possessiveness. He gently brushed a strand of hair from Brandon’s forehead, his touch tender.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll always take care of you.”

As Brandon’s breathing evened out, Levi’s mind began to wander, thoughts of the future swirling in his head. He knew what they had done was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Brandon was his, and he would do whatever it took to keep him close.

Levi’s hand trailed down Brandon’s side, his touch possessive. He could feel the warmth of Brandon’s skin, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he slept. Levi’s cock twitched at the memory of how tight and warm Brandon had felt around him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he wanted more.

But for now, he was content to hold Brandon in his arms, to feel the weight of his body against his own. He pressed a soft kiss to Brandon’s forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away.

“Mine,” Levi whispered, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. “Always mine.”

Chapter Text

Killian x Brandon

Brandon’s heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted through the trees, his breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts. The initiation had begun, and he was determined to find Landon, to make sure his twin was safe. But the heathens were relentless, their neon masks glowing like sinister beacons in the shadowy woods.

He glanced over his shoulder, his stomach twisting as he caught the flicker of a red mask in the distance. Killian. His instincts screamed at him to run faster, to lose himself in the labyrinth of trees, but the forest seemed to close in around him, the branches clawing at his clothes like grasping hands.

“You can’t outrun me, little rabbit,” Killian’s voice slithered through the darkness, low and taunting. It sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine, a mix of fear and something else he couldn’t quite name. He pushed himself harder, his legs burning with the effort, but it was no use. Killian was faster, stronger, and—worst of all—completely unpredictable.

Suddenly, a hand shot out from the shadows, gripping Brandon’s arm and yanking him backward. He stumbled, his back slamming against the rough bark of a tree. Killian stepped into view, his red mask gleaming like a predator’s eyes in the moonlight. He was close, too close, his breath warm against Brandon’s face as he leaned in.

“Thought you could hide from me, didn’t you?” Killian murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. He reached up, his gloved fingers brushing against Brandon’s mask before sliding it off. The cool night air hit Brandon’s face, and he swallowed hard, his throat dry. Killian followed suit, pulling off his own mask to reveal a smirk that was equal parts dangerous and alluring.

“I…” Brandon started, but the words caught in his throat as Killian’s gaze bore into him. There was something about the way Killian looked at him, like he was peeling back the layers of Brandon’s soul with his eyes alone.

“You’re trembling,” Killian observed, his smirk widening as he tilted his head. “Scared? Or excited?”

Brandon’s breath hitched. He wasn’t sure which it was anymore. Killian’s presence was overwhelming, his magnetic pull impossible to resist even as warning bells rang in Brandon’s mind. Before he could respond, Killian’s hand moved, and the cold edge of a dagger pressed against Brandon’s finger.

“Let’s see how brave you really are,” Killian purred, his voice low and teasing. He drew the blade across Brandon’s finger, the sharp sting making him gasp. A drop of blood welled up, and Killian brought the wounded finger to his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste it. The sight sent a jolt of heat through Brandon’s body, his pulse quickening despite the danger.

“K-Killian…” Brandon whispered, his voice shaky. He didn’t know what he was pleading for, but the way Killian’s eyes darkened told him the heathen already knew.

Killian leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear as he murmured, “You’re mine now.” The words were a promise, a threat, and something else entirely—something that made Brandon’s stomach flutter. Then Killian’s lips were on his, fierce and demanding, and Brandon’s mind went blank.

The kiss was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, a whirlwind of heat and danger that left him breathless. Killian’s hands were everywhere, tugging at Brandon’s clothes, stripping away the layers between them. The cool air kissed his skin as his shirt fell to the forest floor, and Killian’s lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Killian murmured against his skin, his voice husky. “Helpless. Vulnerable. Mine.”

Brandon’s breath caught as Killian’s dagger returned, the flat of the blade grazing his chest. It wasn’t sharp enough to break the skin, but the threat was there, a tantalizing edge of danger that sent shivers racing down his spine. Killian’s lips followed the blade, marking him with a combination of kisses and the faintest nips of his teeth.

“Killian…” Brandon breathed, his hands gripping the tree behind him for support. His body was on fire, every touch igniting a storm of conflicting emotions. He should have been terrified, but all he could focus on was the way Killian made him feel—alive, exposed, wanted.

Killian pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Brandon’s. There was a flicker of something in his gaze—something that wasn’t just cruelty or malice. It was raw, unfiltered desire, and it made Brandon’s heart race even faster.

“You want this,” Killian stated, his voice a low growl. It wasn’t a question.

Brandon hesitated, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. But deep down, he knew the truth. His voice barely a whisper. “N-no.”

Killian’s smirk returned, sharp and predatory. “You will, once I am done with you.” He leaned in again, his lips capturing Brandon’s in another searing kiss. His hands roamed lower, fingers grazing the waistband of Brandon’s pants, teasing, promising more.

The forest around them faded into the background, the world narrowing to just the two of them. Brandon’s heart pounded in his ears, the line between fear and desire blurring until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He was caught in Killian’s web, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to escape.

Killian’s lips left Brandon’s with a predatory grin. The forest around them was alive with distant rustling and muffled laughter from the initiation, but here, it was just the two of them. Killian’s hands, rough yet deliberate, tightened around Brandon’s waist as he spun him around, pressing him face-first against the rough bark of the tree. Brandon’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as he felt Killian’s body press against him, the heat of his skin radiating through their clothes.

“Let’s see how much of a mess I can make of you,” Killian murmured, his voice low and dripping with dark promise. His hand slid down Brandon’s torso, fingers curling around his hip possessively. Brandon’s lips parted, but no words came out—just a shaky exhale as Killian’s other hand trailed the tip of his dagger down Brandon’s spine, the cool metal sending shivers through his body.

Killian’s breath was hot against the nape of Brandon’s neck, his voice a whisper that felt like a brand. “You think you’re strong enough to resist me, don’t you? Sweet little Brandon, always the good one. But I can see it in your eyes—you’re curious. You want to know what it feels like to let go.”

Brandon’s fingers dug into the bark of the tree, his mind racing but his body betraying him. He was curious, and he hated himself for it. Killian’s touch was intoxicating, a mix of danger and desire that left him trembling. “I don’t—” he started, but his voice broke as Killian’s teeth grazed his shoulder, biting just hard enough to make him gasp.

“You don’t what?” Killian taunted, his lips brushing against Brandon’s skin as he spoke. “You don’t want this? Liar. Your body tells me everything your mouth won’t.” He pressed his hips forward, the hard length of him grinding against Brandon’s backside, leaving no room for doubt about what he wanted.

Brandon’s cheeks burned, his breath coming in shallow pants. He tried to muster the strength to push Killian away, but his arms felt like lead, his body betraying him at every turn. Killian’s hands moved with purpose, one sliding up to tangle in Brandon’s hair, the other dropping the dagger to the forest floor as he began to undo the button of Brandon’s pants.

“Killian, wait—” Brandon choked out, his voice trembling.

“Waiting’s not my style,” Killian growled, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Brandon’s boxers. He yanked them down in one swift motion, the cool air of the forest hitting Brandon’s exposed skin. Killian’s hands gripped his hips, holding him firmly in place as he admired the sight before him. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect. So untouched.”

Brandon’s face burned, his heart pounding so hard he was sure Killian could feel it. He wanted to protest, to fight back, but the heat of Killian’s gaze and the strength of his hands left him powerless. Killian knelt behind him, his breath warm against the curve of Brandon’s backside. Brandon’s entire body tensed, his fingers clawing at the tree as he felt Killian’s tongue trace a slow, deliberate path down his spine.

“K-Killian!” Brandon gasped, his voice breaking as the sensation shot through him. It was too much—too intense—and yet he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Killian’s hands tightened on his hips, holding him in place as he continued his exploration, his tongue teasing and tasting every inch of skin he could reach.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” Killian murmured, his voice rough with desire. He paused, his breath hot against the most intimate part of Brandon’s body. “But I think I’ll save the best for last.”

Brandon’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, fear and desire warring for dominance. He wanted to protest, to tell Killian to stop, but the words caught in his throat as Killian’s tongue found its mark, teasing and probing in a way that left Brandon trembling. A choked moan escaped his lips, his body arching instinctively despite his mind’s protests.

“That’s it,” Killian purred, his voice filled with wicked satisfaction. “Let go, Brandon. Stop fighting it.”

Brandon’s nails dug into the tree bark, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Killian’s tongue worked him open. The sensations were overwhelming, every touch sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He tried to hold onto his resolve, but it was slipping through his fingers like sand.

Killian eventually pulled back, rising to his feet with a predatory grin. He spun Brandon around to face him, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of him—flushed, trembling, and utterly wrecked. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Already falling apart for me.”

Brandon’s chest heaved, his mind a haze of confusion and arousal. He wanted to argue, to deny the effect Killian had on him, but the words wouldn’t come. Killian leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over Brandon’s chest. His fingers found Brandon’s nipples, teasing and tugging until Brandon was gasping into the kiss.

“So sensitive,” Killian murmured against his lips, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “I bet you’ve never let anyone touch you like this, have you? You’ve been saving yourself, haven’t you?”

Brandon’s face burned, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to block out the truth of Killian’s words. But Killian wasn’t about to let him hide. His hands moved lower, his fingers trailing down Brandon’s torso until they found the curve of his backside. Brandon’s breath hitched as Killian’s fingers teased at his entrance, his body instinctively tensing.

“Relax,” Killian whispered, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the dark hunger in his eyes. “I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

Brandon’s hands gripped Killian’s shoulders, his nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. “Killian, I—” he started, but his voice faltered as Killian’s fingers began to press inside, stretching him open with slow, deliberate movements.

“That’s it,” Killian murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re doing so well, rabbit. So perfect for me.”

Brandon’s head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as the sensations overwhelmed him. He wanted to hate it, to hate Killian, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore. Killian’s fingers moved with expert precision, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Brandon’s body.

Killian whispered, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “You’re mine to take, mine to break.”

Killian’s hands slid down Brandon’s trembling body, gripping his hips with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down his spine. His breath was hot against Brandon’s ear, his voice low and dripping with dark promise. ”You’re not going anywhere, rabbit,” he growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Brandon’s thighs. ”Not until I’m done with you.”

Brandon’s breath hitched, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure Killian could hear it. He tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in his throat as Killian lifted him effortlessly, pressing his back against the rough bark of the tree. The cold air kissed his exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Killian’s body. Their eyes locked, and Brandon saw something in Killian’s gaze that made his stomach tighten—a predatory hunger that both terrified and excited him.

Killian’s cock pressed against Brandon’s entrance, hard and unyielding. ”You’re going to take all of me,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr. ”And you’re going to love it.”

With that, Killian thrust forward in one powerful motion, burying himself inside Brandon. The sudden fullness stole Brandon’s breath, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Pain and pleasure intertwined, coursing through his body like a wildfire. Killian didn’t give him a moment to adjust, his hips already moving in a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, harder, claiming him.

Brandon’s hands flew to Killian’s shoulders, his nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as he clung to him for dear life. His head fell back against the tree, a moan tearing from his throat. ”K-Killian…” he gasped, his voice trembling. ”Please…”

Killian’s lips curled into a wicked smirk, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s face. ”Please what, rabbit?” he taunted, his voice low and teasing. ”Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to fuck you harder?”

Brandon shook his head, his thoughts a jumbled mess. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore. All he knew was that he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his body, his cock aching and neglected between them. He was losing himself to the sensations, to the raw, primal need that Killian was stoking inside him.

Killian’s hands moved to Brandon’s ass, lifting him slightly to change the angle. The next thrust hit something inside Brandon that made his eyes roll back, a cry of ecstasy escaping his lips. ”There it is,” Killian murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. ”That’s the spot, isn’t it?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, his hips snapping forward with renewed intensity. Brandon’s moans grew louder, echoing through the trees, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care. All that mattered was the pleasure coursing through his veins, the way Killian’s cock filled him, stretched him, owned him. His thighs trembled, his body tightening as the pressure inside him built to an unbearable peak.

Killian’s hand tangled in Brandon’s hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, a low growl rumbling in his chest. ”I want to hear you, rabbit,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. ”I want to hear every sound you make while I fuck you.”

Brandon whimpered, his back arching as Killian thrust harder, deeper. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. He could feel his orgasm building, a taut coil ready to snap. ”Killian, I—I’m gonna—” he gasped, his voice breaking.

Killian’s lips found his in a searing kiss, swallowing his cries as he continued to pound into him. The kiss was relentless, consuming, and Brandon found himself clinging to it as much as he clung to Killian himself. His hips moved in time with Killian’s thrusts, his body betraying him as it sought its own release.

With a final, brutal thrust, Brandon came, his cock pulsing between them as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He cried out, his voice muffled by Killian’s lips, his body trembling as his orgasm ripped through him. Killian followed shortly after, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside Brandon, a low growl of satisfaction escaping his lips.

“You’re mine now, rabbit,” Killian murmured, his voice filled with dark promise.

Killian’s lips moved to Brandon’s ear, his breath hot as he whispered, “Tell me you’re mine.”

Brandon’s eyes fluttered shut as he gasped, “I’m y-yours.”

Killian’s smile was dark and satisfied, his hand still lingering at the edge of Brandon’s pants. “Good boy.”

For a moment, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. Brandon’s body felt boneless; his mind hazy with the aftermath of his orgasm. But as Killian pulled back to look at him, a dangerous glint in his eyes, Brandon knew this wasn’t over. Not even close.

Chapter Text

Kyle x Landon

The bass thrummed through the walls of the VIP room, a low, pulsing rhythm that seemed to sync with the heat building in Landon’s chest. He leaned back against the plush leather couch, his arm draped lazily over the shoulders of the blonde he’d picked up an hour ago. She was giggling, her fingers tracing circles on his thigh, but Landon’s attention was elsewhere. His sharp, calculating eyes flicked toward the door every few seconds, waiting. He’ll come, he thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He can’t resist.

The girl—what was her name?—leaned in, her breath warm against his neck. “You’re so quiet,” she purred, her hand sliding higher. “What’s on your mind?”

Landon’s smirk widened. “Just enjoying the view,” he lied, his voice smooth, practiced. He tilted his head, letting her lips brush against his jaw. But his focus was still on the door, on the anticipation coiling in his gut. He’d seen Kyle watching him earlier, those dark, intense eyes tracking his every move. Landon had felt the weight of that gaze like a physical touch, and it had sent a thrill through him. Kyle was always watching, always lurking in the shadows, and Landon loved it. He loved the power he had over the older man, the way he could make Kyle’s carefully constructed control unravel with just a glance.

The door swung open, and there he was. Kyle. Tall, broad-shouldered, his presence commanding the room like a storm rolling in. His eyes locked onto Landon’s, and for a moment, the air between them crackled with tension. Landon’s smirk deepened. Finally.

Kyle’s voice was low, dangerous. “Get out,” he said, his gaze shifting to the girl. She hesitated, glancing at Landon, but one look from Kyle had her scrambling to her feet. She grabbed her purse and fled, the door slamming shut behind her.

Landon leaned back, his arms spread across the back of the couch, his expression one of feigned innocence. “Mr. Sokolov,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Kyle stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “You’ve been playing games, Landon. I’ve been watching you.”

Landon’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “I know. And you’ve been enjoying the show, haven’t you?” He stood, closing the distance between them, his body language,Provocative. “Admit it, Kyle. You can’t stay away from me.”

Kyle’s hand shot out, gripping Landon’s wrist with a force that made him wince. “You think you’re in control here?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “You’re wrong.”

Landon’s heart raced, but he kept his expression calm, his voice steady. “Are you certain?”

For a moment, Kyle just stared at him, his eyes dark with something Landon couldn’t quite place. Then, without warning, Kyle spun him around, pinning him against the stripper pole in the center of the room. Landon’s breath hitched as Kyle’s hands moved to his wrists, binding them with a length of rope he’d pulled from his pocket. The rough texture of the rope against his skin sent a shiver down his spine.

Landon spoke, his voice a mix of surprise and amusement. “What are you doing?”

Kyle didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped back, his eyes raking over Landon’s body with a hunger that made Landon’s stomach flip. Slowly, deliberately, Kyle reached out and began to undress him, his fingers brushing against Landon’s skin with a touch that was both gentle and possessive. Landon’s breath quickened as his shirt fell to the floor, followed by his pants, until he was standing there, exposed, vulnerable.

Kyle’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Landon’s body, his gaze lingering on the curve of his hips, the flush of his skin. “You wanted my attention,” Kyle said, his voice low and rough. “You’ve got it.”

Landon’s heart pounded in his chest as Kyle stepped closer, his hands moving to Landon’s chest. His fingers brushed over his nipples, teasing them until they hardened under his touch. Landon bit his lip, a soft moan escaping his throat as Kyle’s hands moved lower, tracing the lines of his abs, the curve of his hips.

Landon breathed, his voice trembling. “What are you—”

Kyle cut him off with a sharp pinch to his nipple, the pain sending a jolt of pleasure through Landon’s body. “You’re mine,” Kyle growled, his voice low and possessive. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Landon’s breath hitched as Kyle’s hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He could feel the heat of Kyle’s body, the intensity of his gaze, and it sent a thrill through him. He wanted this, wanted Kyle to take control, to make him feel things he’d never felt before.

Kyle’s fingers brushed against his hole, and Landon’s body tensed, a soft gasp escaping his lips. “Kyle,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Kyle’s eyes darkened as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small vibrator. He turned it on, the low hum filling the room, and Landon’s breath hitched as Kyle pressed it against his hole. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure through his body as Kyle slowly pushed it inside.

Landon’s head fell back against the pole, a moan escaping his lips as Kyle turned the vibrator up to its highest setting. The vibrations were intense, overwhelming, and Landon’s body trembled as pleasure coursed through him. He could feel himself getting harder, his cock straining against the air, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.

He gasped, his voice trembling. “I’m going to—”

Kyle’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with the vibrations, and Landon’s body tensed, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He cried out, his body trembling as he came, his release spilling over Kyle’s hand.

Kyle watched him, his eyes dark with satisfaction as Landon’s body slumped against the pole, his breathing ragged. “You’re mine,” Kyle said again, his voice low and possessive. “And I’m not letting you go.”

Landon’s heart raced as he looked up at Kyle, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. He knew this was weird, but all he could feel was a deep, aching need for more. He whispered, his voice trembling. “What are you going to do?”

Kyle’s lips curved into a dark smile as he leaned in, his breath warm against Landon’s ear. “Whatever I want.”

Kyle stepped back, his eyes raking over Landon’s trembling form still tied to the stripper pole. The air between them was thick with tension, charged with the kind of electricity that made Landon’s skin prickle. Kyle’s lips curled into a smirk as he reached into a nearby bag, pulling out a long, black feather. He twirled it between his fingers, the soft tip brushing against his palm, and Landon’s breath hitched.

“You’re not done yet,” Kyle said, his voice low and deliberate. He stepped closer, the feather trailing down Landon’s chest, barely touching his skin. The sensation was maddening—light, teasing, and just enough to make Landon’s body twitch. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the shiver that ran through him, but Kyle noticed. Of course, he noticed.

“You like that, don’t you?” Kyle murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. He dragged the feather lower, circling Landon’s nipple, and Landon couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his lips. His body was still hypersensitive from the vibrator, every touch sending jolts of pleasure through him. Kyle’s smirk widened as he leaned in, his breath warm against Landon’s ear. “You’re so fucking responsive. It’s intoxicating.”

Landon’s heart raced, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Kyle continued to tease him. The feather moved lower, tracing the curve of his hip, and Landon’s cock twitched, already half-hard again. He hated how much he loved this—how much he craved Kyle’s attention, his touch, his control. But he couldn’t deny it. He was addicted.

Kyle stepped back again, setting the feather aside, and Landon almost whimpered at the loss of contact. But then Kyle reached into the bag once more, pulling out a small candle. Landon’s eyes widened as Kyle lit it, the flame flickering in the dim light of the VIP room. Kyle’s gaze locked onto his, dark and intense, as he tilted the candle, letting a single drop of wax fall onto Landon’s chest.

Landon gasped, the heat sharp and sudden, but it quickly melted into a strange, pleasurable warmth. Kyle’s eyes never left his as he let another drop fall, this time on his collarbone. Landon’s breath hitched, his body arching slightly against the pole. The pain was there, but it was fleeting, replaced by a deep, throbbing need that made his head spin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Kyle said, his voice rough with desire. He let another drop fall, this time on Landon’s nipple, and Landon cried out, his body trembling. Kyle’s free hand reached out, pinching the other nipple, and Landon’s moan was almost a sob. The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, and he could feel himself getting harder, his cock straining against his stomach.

Kyle set the candle aside, his hands moving to Landon’s hips as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice a low growl.

Landon’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Kyle stepped back, reaching into the bag once more. This time, he pulled out a flogger, the leather tails swaying slightly as he held it up. Landon’s eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest as Kyle ran the tails over his skin, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

“You’re going to take it,” Kyle said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “And you’re going to love it.”

The first strike came without warning, the leather tails landing on Landon’s chest with a sharp crack. Landon cried out, his body jerking against the restraints, but the pain was quickly replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that made his head spin. Kyle struck him again, this time on his thigh, and Landon’s moan was almost a scream. His cock was fully hard now, leaking pre-cum, and he could feel his orgasm building, even though Kyle hadn’t even touched him there.

Kyle continued to strike him, each blow sending waves of pleasure through his body, and Landon’s moans grew louder, more desperate. He was completely at Kyle’s mercy, and he loved it. He loved the way Kyle controlled him, the way he made him feel, the way he pushed him to the edge and then pulled him back.

Finally, Kyle set the flogger aside, his hands moving to Landon’s hips as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, his voice rough with desire. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Landon’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Kyle stepped back, his eyes raking over Landon’s trembling form. He could see the hunger in Kyle’s eyes, the need, and it made his own desire burn even hotter. He wanted Kyle to take him, to claim him, to make him his in every way possible.

But instead, Kyle knelt down, his hands moving to Landon’s thighs as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the tip of Landon’s cock. Landon’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Kyle took him into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip. The sensation was electric, and Landon’s moan was almost a sob as Kyle began to suck him, his mouth hot and wet and perfect.

Landon’s hands clenched into fists, his body arching against the pole as Kyle took him deeper, his tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of his cock. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Landon could feel his orgasm building, his body trembling with the need to come. But Kyle pulled back, his lips leaving Landon’s cock with a soft pop, and Landon almost cried out in frustration.

“Not yet,” Kyle said, his voice low and teasing. “I’m not done with you.”

Landon’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Kyle stood up, his hands moving to Landon’s hips as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, his voice rough with desire. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Kyle’s hands moved to Landon’s restraints, undoing them with practiced ease, and Landon’s body slumped forward, his legs trembling. But Kyle caught him, his hands strong and steady as he guided Landon to his knees. Landon looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire, and Kyle’s lips curved into a smirk.

“Now,” Kyle said, his voice low and commanding. “Show me what you can do.”

He could see the hunger in Kyle’s eyes, the need, and it made his own desire burn even hotter. He wanted to please Kyle, to make him feel the same way he did, to show him just how much he craved his control.

Kyle’s cock, hard and thick, and Landon’s mouth watered as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the tip. He could feel Kyle’s hands in his hair, guiding him, and he took him into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip. The taste of Kyle was intoxicating, and Landon moaned around him, the vibration sending a shiver through Kyle’s body.

Kyle’s hands tightened in Landon’s hair as he began to move, his hips thrusting forward as Landon took him deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, and Kyle’s moan was almost a growl as Landon’s tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of his cock. Landon’s hands moved to Kyle’s thighs, his fingers digging into the muscle as he sucked him, his mouth hot and wet and perfect.

Kyle’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Landon took him deeper, his throat relaxing around him. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Kyle could feel his orgasm building, his body trembling with the need to come. But he held back, his hands tightening in Landon’s hair as he pulled him off, his cock slipping from Landon’s mouth with a soft pop.

Kyle’s hands were still tangled in Landon’s hair, his breath hot and uneven as he pulled him to his feet. Landon’s knees wobbled, his body still humming from the intensity of what had just happened, but Kyle didn’t give him a moment to recover. He slammed him against the wall, the impact knocking the air out of Landon’s lungs. Kyle’s lips crashed into his, fierce and demanding, his tongue claiming Landon’s mouth with a possessiveness that made Landon’s head spin.

Kyle’s hands roamed over Landon’s body, rough and insistent, mapping every inch of him as if he needed to remind himself that Landon was his. His fingers dug into Landon’s hips, his waist, his chest, leaving marks that would linger long after tonight. Landon moaned into the kiss, his body arching into Kyle’s touch, craving more. He could feel Kyle’s cock pressing against him, hard and unyielding, and the thought of what was coming next sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

Kyle broke the kiss, his dark eyes burning into Landon’s. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Every part of you. You don’t get to think about anything else. Not tonight. Not ever.”

Landon’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He nodded, his lips swollen and his body trembling. “Yours,” he whispered, the word slipping out before he could stop it. It felt right, like it was the only truth that mattered.

Kyle’s lips curled into a smirk, and he spun Landon around, pressing him face-first against the wall. Landon’s hands splayed against the cool surface, his body instinctively bracing itself. Kyle’s hands gripped his hips, pulling him back, and Landon could feel the heat of Kyle’s body pressed against him.

Kyle’s fingers trailed down Landon’s spine, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He reached the curve of Landon’s ass, his touch teasing and deliberate. Landon’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as Kyle spread his cheeks. The cool air against his sensitive skin made him shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Kyle’s cock pressing against him.

Kyle leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “You’re going to take every inch of me,” he murmured, his voice dripping with promise. “And you’re going to love it.”

Landon’s knees nearly gave out at the words, his body already responding to the threat and the promise in Kyle’s voice. He could feel the tip of Kyle’s cock teasing his entrance, pressing against him but not quite pushing in. The anticipation was maddening, and Landon couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his lips.

Kyle chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, his hands tightening on Landon’s hips. He pushed forward, the tip of his cock breaching Landon’s tight entrance, and Landon’s breath caught in his throat. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, but it was exactly what he needed.

Kyle didn’t give him time to adjust. He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, relentless motion. Landon cried out, his fingers scrabbling against the wall as pleasure and pain crashed over him in equal measure. Kyle’s cock filled him completely, stretching him in ways he hadn’t thought possible, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

But Kyle didn’t stop. He pulled back and thrust forward again, his movements hard and unrelenting. Landon’s body rocked with the force of it, his moans spilling out uncontrollably. Kyle’s hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as he fucked him with a ferocity that left Landon breathless.

The sound of Landon’s gasps and Kyle’s low growls filled the room. Kyle’s cock hit that spot inside him with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Landon’s body. His mind was a haze of sensation, his thoughts reduced to nothing but the feel of Kyle inside him, the way he was claiming him, owning him.

“Kyle,” Landon moaned, his voice breaking. "Fuckk…”

Kyle’s hands moved to Landon’s shoulders, pulling him back so his chest was pressed against Kyle’s. His lips found Landon’s neck, biting and sucking as he continued to fuck him with the same relentless pace. Landon’s head fell back against Kyle’s shoulder, his body trembling as the pleasure built inside him, threatening to overwhelm him.

“You’re mine,” Kyle growled against his skin, his voice rough with need. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Landon gasped, the word tumbling out of him without thought. “I’m yours, Kyle. Only yours.”

Kyle’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock driving into Landon with a force that left him seeing stars. Landon’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. He could feel his orgasm building, coiling tight in his stomach, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Kyle’s hand snaked around Landon’s waist, wrapping around his cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much, and Landon’s body tensed, his orgasm crashing over him with a force that left him gasping for air. His cum spilled over Kyle’s hand, his body shaking with the intensity of it.

Kyle’s thrusts grew erratic, his own release close. He buried himself deep inside Landon, his cock pulsing as he came, filling him with his seed. Landon could feel the warmth spreading inside him, and the thought of Kyle marking him in such an intimate way sent a shiver of pleasure through him.

Kyle’s body slumped against Landon’s, his breath hot against his neck as he caught his breath. Landon’s legs were trembling, his body still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. Kyle’s hands moved to his hips, holding him steady as he slowly pulled out.

Landon whimpered at the loss, his body feeling empty without Kyle inside him. But Kyle wasn’t done. He reached into the bag he’d brought with him, pulling out a black plug. Landon’s eyes widened as Kyle held it up, a smirk playing on his lips.

“This will look bautiful inside,” Kyle said, his voice low and commanding. He pressed the plug against Landon’s entrance, pushing it in slowly. Landon gasped, his body still sensitive from Kyle’s cock. The plug stretched him, filling him in a way that was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing.

Kyle pushed it all the way in, his fingers brushing against Landon’s skin as he made sure it was secure. Landon’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt the weight of it inside him. Kyle’s hands moved to his hips, turning him around so they were face to face.

“You’re mine,” Kyle said, his voice firm and unyielding. “And I’m not letting you forget it.”

Landon nodded, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Kyle’s hands moved to his clothes, dressing him with a care that was almost tender. Landon’s mind was still hazy, his thoughts a jumble of pleasure and submission. He didn’t resist as Kyle guided him out of the room, his body still tingling with the memory of Kyle’s touch.

Kyle’s hand rested on the small of Landon’s back as they walked, his touch possessive and reassuring. Landon could feel the plug inside him with every step, a constant reminder of who he belonged to. He didn’t know where they were going, and he didn’t care.

Chapter Text

Eli x Gareth

Gareth’s back hit the wall with a soft thud, Eli’s body pinning him there before he could even process what was happening. Eli’s hands were on his chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, and his breath was hot and uneven against Gareth’s face.

“You think I’m in love with Ava?” Eli’s voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down Gareth’s spine.

“I—I don’t know, Eli,” Gareth stammered, his heart racing. He’d been about to leave, about to end this before it hurt too much, but now Eli was here, and he looked furious. “You’re always with her.”

“Always with her?” Eli repeated, his lips curling into a snarl. “You’re an idiot, Gareth. A beautiful, fucking idiot.”

Before Gareth could respond, Eli’s lips were on his, hard and demanding. The kiss was rough, almost violent, and Gareth gasped into it, his hands flying up to grip Eli’s shoulders. Eli’s tongue pushed past his lips, claiming his mouth with a desperation that made Gareth’s head spin.

Eli’s hands moved to Gareth’s waist, gripping him tightly as he pressed their bodies together. Gareth could feel the heat of him, the way Eli’s chest heaved against his own. Eli broke the kiss just long enough to bite down on Gareth’s neck, his teeth sinking into the soft skin there. Gareth cried out, his fingers tangling in Eli’s hair as Eli sucked a mark into his skin.

“Mine,” Eli muttered against Gareth’s throat, his voice dark and possessive. “You’re mine, Gareth. Mine.”

Gareth’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Eli’s hands moved to the hem of his shirt. Eli yanked it up, pulling it over Gareth’s head and tossing it aside. His lips were on Gareth’s skin immediately, kissing and biting his way down to his collarbone. Gareth’s head fell back against the wall, his hips bucking forward as Eli’s mouth found his nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.

“Eli,” Gareth moaned, his voice trembling with need. He could feel Eli’s hands on his belt, fumbling with the buckle before yanking it open. “Please, I—”

Eli didn’t let him finish. His hands were on Gareth’s jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. Gareth was exposed now, his cock hard and aching, and Eli’s eyes darkened as he took him in.

“Look at you,” Eli murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his fingers wrapping around Gareth’s length and giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. Gareth whimpered, his hips thrusting into Eli’s hand. “So fucking perfect. You think I’d waste my time on anyone else when I have you?”

Eli’s free hand moved to Gareth’s ass, squeezing firmly before delivering a sharp slap. Gareth cried out, the sting of it sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. Eli did it again, and then again, each spank harder than the last, until Gareth was panting, his body trembling with need.

“Eli, fuckk,” Gareth begged, his voice breaking. “I need you. Please, I—”

Eli silenced him with another rough kiss, his tongue plunging into Gareth’s mouth as he continued to stroke him. Gareth’s knees buckled, and Eli caught him, holding him up as he broke the kiss and dropped to his knees.

“Eli—” Gareth started, but the words died in his throat as Eli’s lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deep. Gareth’s hands flew to Eli’s hair, gripping tightly as Eli sucked him off with a skill that left Gareth breathless. Eli’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, his lips sliding down his length in a slow, torturous rhythm that had Gareth moaning uncontrollably.

“Fuck, Eli,” Gareth gasped, his hips thrusting forward as Eli took him deeper. Eli’s hands were on his ass, squeezing and kneading as he worked Gareth’s cock with his mouth. Gareth could feel himself getting close, his body tightening with pleasure, but Eli pulled off before he could come.

“Not yet,” Eli growled, standing up and grabbing Gareth by the hips. He spun him around, pressing him against the wall with his chest. Gareth could feel the cool surface against his skin, but he barely registered it, his mind consumed by the heat of Eli’s body behind him.

Eli’s hands were all over him, squeezing and stroking as he leaned in to bite the back of Gareth’s neck. Gareth whimpered, his hands flat against the wall as Eli’s teeth sank into his skin.

“Mine,” Eli repeated, his voice a rough whisper in Gareth’s ear. “You’re mine, Gareth. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Gareth could feel Eli’s cock pressing against his ass, hot and hard, and he moaned, pushing back against him. Eli’s hands moved to his hips, holding him in place as he rubbed himself against Gareth’s cheeks.

“Please, Eli,” Gareth begged, his voice trembling with need. “I need you. I need to feel you.”

Eli didn’t need to be told twice. He reached down, his fingers finding Gareth’s entrance and pushing in without warning. Gareth cried out, his body tightening around Eli’s fingers as they stretched him open. Eli worked him quickly, his fingers thrusting in and out, preparing Gareth for what was to come.

When Eli was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock. Gareth gasped as Eli pushed in, the stretch and burn almost too much to bear. But then Eli was fully sheathed, his hips pressed against Gareth’s ass, and the pleasure washed over him like a wave.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Eli groaned, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips tightly. “You feel so fucking good.”

Eli began to move, his hips thrusting against Gareth’s ass in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Gareth moaned, his hands pressing against the wall as Eli filled him over and over again. The sensation was overwhelming, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure through his body.

“That’s it,” Eli murmured, his voice dark and possessive. “Take it, sweetheart. Take everything I give you.”

Gareth’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as Eli fucked him. He could feel Eli’s hands moving to his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, and it was too much, too good.

“Eli, I’m gonna—” Gareth started, but the words were cut off as his orgasm hit him hard, his body convulsing with pleasure as he came in Eli’s hand. Eli kept going, his thrusts growing harder, faster, until he finally came with a low groan, his hips pressing against Gareth’s ass as he filled him.

For a moment, they stayed like that, Eli’s body pressed against Gareth’s, their breathing ragged and uneven. Then Eli pulled out, his hands moving to Gareth’s hips to steady him.

“You’re mine,” Eli said again, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

Gareth turned around, his eyes meeting Eli’s. There was a hunger in them, a possessive need that made Gareth’s heart race.

“I won’t,” Gareth promised, his voice trembling. “I’m yours, Eli. Always.”

Eli leaned in, capturing Gareth’s lips in a slow, deep kiss. When he pulled away, there was a smirk on his face.

“Good,” he said, his voice low and dark. “Now let’s see if we can make you scream loud enough for everyone to hear.”

Gareth’s eyes widened, but before he could respond, Eli’s lips were on his again.

Eli’s lips left Gareth’s, but the heat between them didn’t dissipate. Instead, it flared hotter, wilder, as Eli’s hands gripped Gareth’s shoulders and spun him around. Gareth stumbled slightly, but Eli’s strength steadied him, guiding him toward the bed with a force that left no room for resistance. Gareth’s back hit the mattress, and before he could even think to protest, Eli was on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand.

The weight of Eli’s body pressed Gareth into the sheets, and the dark, possessive glint in Eli’s eyes made Gareth’s breath catch. He’s not letting me go. He’s not letting me doubt. Eli leaned down, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear, his breath hot and teasing.

“Let’s see how loud you can be,” Eli whispered, his voice a low, sultry growl that sent shivers down Gareth’s spine. Before Gareth could respond, Eli’s teeth sank into his earlobe, a sharp, delicious bite that made Gareth gasp. The pain melted into pleasure almost instantly, and Gareth arched his back, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Eli didn’t wait. He didn’t give Gareth time to think, to breathe, to do anything but feel. His free hand moved down Gareth’s body, fingers trailing over his chest, his stomach, until they reached the hard length of Gareth’s cock. Gareth’s hips jerked involuntarily, but Eli’s grip on his wrists tightened, holding him in place.

“Eli,” Gareth breathed, his voice trembling with need.

Eli smirked, his eyes locked on Gareth’s. “You’re mine, Gareth. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Gareth gasped, the words tumbling out of him without hesitation.

Eli’s smirk deepened, and he leaned down to capture Gareth’s lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed into Gareth’s mouth, claiming him, dominating him, leaving no doubt who was in control. Gareth moaned into the kiss, his body arching again, desperate for more.

When Eli pulled away, Gareth’s chest was heaving, his cock throbbing with need again. Eli’s hands moved to Gareth’s hips, flipping him onto his stomach with a rough, possessive motion. Gareth’s face pressed into the mattress, and he felt Eli’s weight settle over him, his body pressing Gareth down.

Eli’s hands gripped Gareth’s hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he positioned himself. Gareth could feel the hard length of Eli’s cock pressing against him, and he whimpered, his body already trembling with anticipation.

“Eli, please,” Gareth begged, his voice muffled by the sheets.

“Please what?” Eli asked, his voice low and teasing. He leaned down, biting the curve of Gareth’s shoulder, leaving a mark that would linger for days.

“Please fuck me,” Gareth whispered, his voice breaking with desire.

Eli’s answering laugh was dark and possessive. “Good boy.”

With that, Eli pushed into him in one hard, brutal thrust. Gareth cried out, his body arching as he was filled completely. Eli didn’t give him time to adjust, didn’t give him time to catch his breath. He pulled out almost immediately and then slammed back in, his hips driving against Gareth’s ass with a force that made the bed shake.

Gareth’s hands clawed at the sheets, his moans turning into desperate, broken cries as Eli fucked him hard and fast. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through Gareth’s body, his cock rubbing against the sheets with every movement. Eli’s hands gripped his hips tightly, holding him in place as he pounded into him, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.

“So perfect,” Eli growled, his voice rough with exertion and desire. “So tight.”

Gareth gasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slamming together.

Eli’s grip tightened, and he leaned down, biting the back of Gareth’s neck as he continued to fuck him. The sharp pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, and Gareth’s cries grew louder, his body trembling with the force of his need.

“Louder,” Eli commanded, his voice dark and demanding. “Let everyone hear you.”

Gareth’s moans turned into screams as Eli’s cock hit that spot inside him over and over again. His body convulsed with pleasure, his cock throbbing as he teetered on the edge of release. Eli’s pace didn’t slow, didn’t falter. He fucked Gareth with a relentless, brutal intensity, his hips slamming against Gareth’s ass with a force that left them both gasping.

“Eli, I’m gonna—” Gareth’s voice broke, his body shaking with the force of his need.

“Come for me,” Eli growled, his voice low and commanding. “Now.”

Gareth’s body obeyed without hesitation. He came with a cry that was almost a scream, his cock pulsing as he spilled onto the sheets. His body tightened around Eli, and Eli groaned, his own release crashing over him. He thrust into Gareth one last time, his hips grinding against Gareth’s ass as he came, filling him completely.

For a moment, they stayed like that, both of them trembling with the aftershocks of their release. Eli’s weight pressed Gareth into the mattress, his grip on Gareth’s hips still tight. Gareth’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body still tingling with pleasure.

Eli pulled out slowly, his hands moving to Gareth’s hips, gently caressing the skin he’d been gripping so tightly just moments before. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Gareth’s neck.

“Mine,” Eli whispered, his voice low and possessive.

Gareth turned his head, meeting Eli’s eyes. There was no doubt in them now, no insecurity. Only desire, and love, and a fierce, unyielding possessiveness.

“Yours,” Gareth whispered back, his voice filled with certainty.

Eli’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk, and he leaned down to capture Gareth’s lips in a slow, deep kiss. When he pulled away, his eyes were dark with promise.

“You’re mine,” Eli whispered, his voice dark and possessive. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Landon

Landon flipped through the old photo album, the pages slightly yellowed with age. Jeremy sat next to him, his eyes lingering on one particular photo—a young Lan, no older than seven, wearing a pretty pink dress, his hair tucked behind his ears, and a shy smile on his face. Jeremy’s breath hitched, and Lan noticed.

“What?” Lan asked, his voice soft, almost teasing.

Jeremy’s fingers traced the edge of the photo. “You… you look so… different here. I mean, look at you. This dress. It’s… it’s cute.”

Lan chuckled, closing the album. “That was my mom’s idea. She thought it was hilarious.”

But Jeremy wasn’t laughing. His gaze was intense, almost hungry. “I bet it would look even better on you now.”

Lan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh? You’ve been thinking about that, huh?”

Jeremy leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. “What if I have?”

Lan’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected this. But the way Jeremy was looking at him—like he wanted to devour him—sent a shiver down his spine. “You want to see me in a dress, Jeremy? Is that it?”

Jeremy’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Yeah, I do. And I want to see you in one that hugs every inch of you. I want to see you feel pretty.”

Lan felt a flush of heat spread through his body. The idea was absurd, but the way Jeremy said it… it made his stomach tighten with anticipation. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you,” Jeremy shot back, his hand sliding up Lan’s thigh. “So? What do you say?”

Lan hesitated for a moment, then stood up, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Fine. But you’re going to regret this.”

Jeremy’s grin widened. “Oh, I doubt that.”

An hour later, Lan stood in front of the mirror, his breath shallow as he adjusted the strap of the tight black dress Jeremy had handed him. It clung to his body like a second skin, the fabric hugging his chest, his waist, his hips. He turned slightly, his reflection catching the light. The dress was shorter than he expected, the hem riding up his thighs. He felt… exposed. But also… desired.

When he walked out of the bedroom, Jeremy was sitting on the couch, a drink in his hand. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Lan, and his glass nearly slipped from his fingers. “Holy shit,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Lan felt a thrill of power at Jeremy’s reaction. He sauntered over, the dress swishing around his legs. “Like what you see?”

Jeremy stood up, his eyes dark with lust. “You look… fuck, darling, you look incredible.”

His eyes darkened as he stepped back, his gaze raking over Lan’s body in the dress. The fabric clung to every curve, emphasizing Lan’s slender frame, and Jeremy’s lips curled into a predatory grin. “You look fucking perfect,” he said, his voice low and dripping with desire. “But I think you need a little… decoration.”

Lan’s breath hitched as Jeremy reached for the tube of lipstick on the dresser, the deep crimson shade. “Open your mouth,” Jeremy commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Lan complied, parting his lips slightly, and Jeremy smirked as he traced the lipstick over Lan’s bottom lip, then the top, pressing firmly to leave a bold, seductive mark. “There,” he murmured, stepping back to admire his work. “Now you’re mine in every way.”

Lan’s cheeks flushed as Jeremy grabbed the Sharpie, uncapping it with a click. “Hold still and turn arround,” Jeremy ordered, his eyes blazing with intensity. He lifted the dress up a little and leaned in, the tip of the marker brushing against Lan’s skin as he began to write. Lan shivered at the sensation, the coolness of the ink contrasting with the heat of Jeremy’s breath against his back. When Jeremy pulled back, Lan glanced down to see the word “Property of Jeremy” scrawled above his ass in bold, black letters.

Jeremy’s grin widened as he stepped back, pulling out his phone. “Looks like it’s time for a photoshoot,” he said, his voice laced with mischief. “Get on the bed. I want to see you on your knees.”

Lan’s heart raced as he climbed onto the bed, the dress riding up his thighs as he knelt, his back straight. Jeremy’s eyes darkened as he snapped a photo, the flash illuminating Lan’s flushed face. “Good,” Jeremy purred. “Now arch your back. Show me that ass.”

Lan obeyed, leaning forward and pressing his chest to the mattress, his ass lifting into the air. The dress hiked up further, exposing the curve of his cheeks, and Jeremy groaned as he snapped another photo. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, moving closer. He reached out, his hand landing on Lan’s ass with a sharp smack. Lan gasped, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

Jeremy chuckled, rubbing the reddening skin. “You love this, don’t you?” he teased, his voice rough. “Being my little slut. My property.”

Lan moaned, his face burning with embarrassment and arousal. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m yours.”

Jeremy’s hand came down again, harder this time, and Lan cried out, his body trembling. “Say it again,” Jeremy demanded, his voice harsh. “Louder.”

“I’m yours!” Lan gasped, his voice breaking as Jeremy spanked him again. “I’m your slut, your property!”

Jeremy smirked, clearly satisfied, and he stepped back, lifting his phone again. “Good boy,” he said, his voice softer now. “Now, let’s make this interesting.”

He tapped the screen, switching to video mode, and gestured for Lan to turn over. Lan hesitated for a moment before rolling onto his back, the dress bunched around his waist, exposing his flushed, marked skin. Jeremy’s eyes raked over him as he started recording, his voice dripping with lust. “Look at you,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on the Sharpie marks and the reddened skin of Lan’s ass. “A perfect little whore, all dressed up just for me.”

Lan’s breath quickened as Jeremy climbed onto the bed, his phone still recording. He straddled Lan’s hips, his hands sliding up Lan’s thighs, pushing the dress higher. “Say it again,” Jeremy ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” Lan gasped, his body trembling under Jeremy’s touch. “I belong to you.”

Jeremy grinned, leaning down to capture Lan’s lips in a rough, possessive kiss. Lan moaned into it, his hands gripping Jeremy’s shoulders as Jeremy’s tongue invaded his mouth, claiming him fully. When Jeremy finally pulled back, Lan was panting, his lips swollen and his eyes glazed with need.

Their lips crashed together, Jeremy’s kiss fierce and demanding. Lan moaned into his mouth, his hands tangling in Jeremy’s hair as they stumbled backward, collapsing onto the couch. Jeremy’s hands roamed over Lan’s body, squeezing his ass through the dress. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Jeremy breathed, his lips trailing down Lan’s neck.

Lan arched into him, his hips grinding against Jeremy’s thigh. “You like me like this, huh? Dressed up like a girl?”

Jeremy’s eyes flashed with something raw and primal. “I fucking love it.” He loved seeing Lan’s marked ass. “Look at you. So fucking sexy.”

Lan moaned, his cock straining against the fabric of his panties. Jeremy’s fingers slipped between his legs, rubbing against the damp fabric. “You’re so wet for me,” Jeremy growled, his voice low and husky.

“Fuck, Jeremy,” Lan begged, his hips bucking into Jeremy’s touch.

Jeremy didn’t make him wait any longer. He ripped the panties off Lan, tossing them aside, and buried his face between Lan’s legs. Lan cried out, his fingers clutching the back of Jeremy’s head as Jeremy’s tongue worked him open, licking and sucking and driving him wild. “Oh god!” Lan gasped, his thighs trembling. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Jeremy pulled back, his lips glistening. “You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, his hands gripping Lan’s hips. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Lan.”

Lan’s breath hitched as Jeremy positioned himself at his entrance. He was so close—so ready—and when Jeremy thrust inside him, Lan let out a loud, desperate moan. Jeremy’s cock filled him completely, stretching him wide. “Fuck!” Lan cried, his nails digging into Jeremy’s back.

Jeremy started to move, slow at first, then faster, harder. Each thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside him, and Lan’s moans grew louder, more frantic. “Yes! Fuck me, Jeremy! Please!”

Jeremy’s hands roamed over Lan’s body, squeezing his ass, his hips, his chest. “You’re so fucking sexy like this,” he growled, his breath hot against Lan’s ear. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Lan’s head fell back, his body trembling with pleasure. He could feel Jeremy’s cock pounding into him, the pleasure building with every thrust. “Jeremy, I—I’m gonna—”

Jeremy grabbed Lan’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me, darling. Cum all over this pretty dress.”

Lan’s orgasm hit him like a wave, his body convulsing as he came, hot streaks of cum splattering across the dress. Jeremy wasn’t far behind. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside Lan, his hips jerking as he filled him with his cum.

They lay there, panting, their bodies sticky and spent. Jeremy pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped out of Lan’s ass. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he murmured, his hand stroking Lan’s thigh.

Lan’s eyelids fluttered, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re such a fucking animal.”

Jeremy grinned, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “And you’re mine. All mine.”

He reached over to the coffee table and picked up a small black box. “I got you something,” he said, opening it to reveal a shiny silver butt plug. Lan’s eyes widened as Jeremy held it up, a wicked glint in his eye. “Let’s make sure I don’t lose any of my cum, huh?”

Lan’s breath hitched as Jeremy pushed the plug inside him, stretching him just enough to keep every drop of cum in place. “Fuck, Jeremy,” he whimpered, his body trembling.

Jeremy grabbed him by the hips, pulling him back onto his cock. “You’re mine, Lan. And I’m never letting you go.”

Lan moaned as Jeremy thrust into him, his body already on fire. “Yours,” he gasped, his nails digging into the couch. “All yours.”

Jeremy’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he reached for the phone again, holding it up to capture every moment. “Say it again,” he growled, his voice dark and commanding.

“Yours,” Lan repeated, his voice trembling with pleasure. “Only yours.”

Jeremy’s hips snapped forward, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside Lan. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “You’re mine, Lan. Forever.”

He reached over to the coffee table and picked up another dress, this one a bold, red. “Put this on,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

Lan’s breath hitched as he took the dress, his fingers trembling as he slipped it over his head. It was softer than the last one, the fabric clinging to his body in all the right places. He turned to face Jeremy, his cheeks flushed. “How do I look?”

Jeremy’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Lan, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “Perfect,” he growled, pulling Lan into his lap. “Now, let’s see how long you can last in that dress before I tear it off you.”

Lan’s breath hitched, his body already reacting to Jeremy’s words. “You’re such a bastard.”

Jeremy chuckled, his hand sliding up Lan’s thigh. “But you love it, don’t you?”

Lan didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The way Jeremy was looking at him—like he was the most beautiful thing in the world—said it all.

The red dress clung to Landon’s body like a second skin, the silky fabric shimmering under the dim light of the apartment. Jeremy stood behind him, his hands resting possessively on Lan’s hips, his breath hot against the back of Lan’s neck. “You look fucking stunning,” Jeremy murmured, his voice low and husky. “Ready to show the world just how much of a little slut you are for me?”

Lan’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through him. The red lipstick Jeremy had insisted he wear felt foreign yet strangely empowering, a bold statement that screamed confidence. The black lace panties he wore underneath the dress were already damp, the vibrator nestled between his legs buzzing softly, teasing him with every step.

“I’m ready,” Lan whispered, his voice trembling slightly despite the bravado he was trying to project. He turned to face Jeremy, his lips parting as he looked up at the taller man. “But you’re not going to let me get away with this, are you?”

Jeremy’s grin was predatory, his eyes roaming over Lan’s body with a hunger that made Lan’s knees weak. “Not a chance,” he said, reaching down to adjust the vibrator’s intensity with a remote control. Lan gasped as the vibrations grew stronger, his cock twitching against the lace fabric. “I’m going to make you squirm every step of the way.”

They stepped out into the cool evening air, Lan’s heels clicking against the pavement. The dress hugged his curves beautifully, the slit revealing just enough of his legs to draw attention. Jeremy walked beside him, his hand resting possessively on the small of Lan’s back, his touch a constant reminder of who Lan belonged to.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Jeremy murmured, his lips brushing against Lan’s ear. “Look at you, strutting like you own the place. No one would ever guess you’ve got a vibrator buzzing between those pretty legs.”

Lan’s face flushed, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. This is insane, he thought, yet the thrill of it all was intoxicating. The way Jeremy looked at him, the way his words sent shivers down his spine—it was electric. He felt seen in a way he never had before, and it was impossible not to revel in it.

As they walked, Jeremy kept up a steady stream of teasing praise, his voice a low, seductive murmur that only Lan could hear. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? So obedient, so fucking perfect.” His hand slid down to squeeze Lan’s ass, the fabric of the dress bunching under his fingers. “I can’t wait to get you back home and ruin this dress.”

Lan’s breath hitched, his body responding to Jeremy’s words with a heat that was impossible to ignore. The vibrator was driving him crazy, the relentless buzzing making it hard to focus on anything else. He stumbled slightly, and Jeremy caught him, his grip firm and reassuring.

“Careful, princess,” Jeremy teased, his voice laced with amusement. “Don’t want you falling apart before we’ve even started.”

They passed a couple on the street, and Lan’s heart skipped a beat as they glanced in his direction. He could feel their eyes on him, and for a moment, he panicked. What if they see? What if they know? But then Jeremy’s hand tightened on his waist, grounding him.

“Keep walking,” Jeremy murmured, his voice calm and commanding. “You’re mine, and no one’s going to take that away from you.”

Lan took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. He straightened his shoulders, his heels clicking against the pavement with renewed confidence. The couple passed by without a second glance, and Lan exhaled in relief.

“Good girl,” Jeremy murmured, his voice warm with approval. “You’re handling this so well. I knew you could do it.”

Lan felt a rush of warmth at Jeremy’s words, the praise sinking deep into his core. He’s right, he thought. I can do this. He felt a surge of confidence, his steps becoming more deliberate, his hips swaying slightly as he walked. The dress felt like armor, the lipstick like a weapon. He was unstoppable.

Back at the apartment, Jeremy wasted no time. He pushed Lan against the wall, his hands roaming over Lan’s body with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. “You were so good for me,” he growled, his lips brushing against Lan’s ear. “So fucking perfect. Now it’s time to reward you.”

Lan’s breath caught as Jeremy’s hands slid under the dress, his fingers brushing against the damp lace of Lan’s panties. “Jeremy—” he gasped, but Jeremy cut him off with a kiss, his lips claiming Lan’s with a possessiveness that left him breathless.

Jeremy pulled away, his eyes dark with desire. “Turn around,” he commanded, his voice firm. Lan obeyed, his heart pounding as he faced the wall. He felt Jeremy’s hands on his hips, yanking the dress up around his waist. The cool air against his exposed skin made him shiver, the anticipation unbearable.

Jeremy’s fingers hooked into the waistband of Lan’s panties, tugging them down to his knees. Lan’s breath hitched as Jeremy’s hand spanked his ass, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “You’re mine,” Jeremy growled, his voice rough with need. “Say it.”

Lan moaned, his body arching into Jeremy’s touch. “I’m yours,” he gasped, the words spilling out without thought. “All yours.”

Jeremy struck him again, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room. Lan cried out, the pain and pleasure mingling into something overwhelming. Jeremy’s hand rubbed over the reddened skin, his touch soothing yet possessive.

“Good girl,” Jeremy murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers quickly before pressing one against Lan’s entrance. Lan gasped, his body tensing as Jeremy pushed inside, the stretch a delicious ache.

“Relax, baby,” Jeremy murmured, his free hand rubbing circles on Lan’s lower back. “You’re taking me so well.”

Lan moaned, his body opening up to Jeremy’s touch. He was so sensitive, every movement sending sparks of pleasure through him. Jeremy added a second finger, scissoring them slightly to stretch Lan further. “Fuck, Jeremy—” Lan gasped, his hands scrambling for purchase against the wall.

Jeremy’s lips brushed against Lan’s ear, his breath hot and ragged. “You’re so tight,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

Lan whimpered, his body trembling with anticipation. “Fuckk,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “Jer, more.”

Jeremy withdrew his fingers, and Lan heard the sound of Jeremy’s zipper being pulled down. A moment later, the blunt head of Jeremy’s cock was pressing against his entrance, the sensation making Lan’s breath catch.

“You ready?” Jeremy murmured, his voice thick with desire. Lan nodded frantically, his body trembling with need. Jeremy pushed inside slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully sheathed. Lan gasped, his body stretching to accommodate Jeremy’s girth.

“Fuck,” Jeremy groaned, his hands gripping Lan’s hips tightly. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking perfect.”

Lan moaned, the sensation overwhelming. Jeremy pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in, the motion making Lan cry out. He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving Lan closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and moans.

“You’re mine,” Jeremy growled, his voice rough with need. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Lan gasped, the words torn from him. “All yours.”

Jeremy’s thrusts grew harder, more erratic, his control slipping. Lan could feel himself unraveling, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. “Come for me, baby,” Jeremy commanded, his voice a low growl.

Lan cried out as the orgasm crashed over him, his body clenching around Jeremy’s cock. Jeremy groaned, his thrusts stuttering as he followed Lan over the edge, his release filling Lan.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, hearts pounding in unison. Jeremy pulled out slowly, and Lan whimpered at the loss. Jeremy turned Lan around, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

“You’re so good for me,” Jeremy murmured, his voice warm with affection. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up. You’ve got another dress to try on.”

Lan’s eyes widened. “Another one?”

Jeremy grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

Lan’s heart skipped a beat, a thrill of excitement coursing through him. This isn’t over, he thought, a smile tugging at his lips. Not even close.

Chapter Text

Killian x Gareth

Gareth leaned against the bathroom counter, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking himself slowly at first as he imagined the fantasy he’d been fixated on for weeks. His breathing deepened, his body tensing as his pace quickened, the slapping sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the small, tiled room. He was so lost in the moment, so consumed by the sensation, that he didn’t hear the door creak open behind him.

Suddenly, another hand—larger, rougher—wrapped around his length, jerking him hard and fast in a rhythm that made Gareth’s knees buckle. He gasped, his head snapping back in shock,his cock twitching in the stranger’s grip.

“K-Killian?” Gareth choked out, his voice cracking as he turned his head to see his younger brother standing behind him, his eyes dark with an intensity that sent a shiver down Gareth’s spine.

“You’re always so loud,” Killian murmured, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear as his hand continued to work his brother’s cock with practiced ease. “I couldn’t resist.”

Gareth’s mind raced, a mix of panic and electric pleasure coursing through him. “T-This is wrong,” he stammered, but his body betrayed him, his hips bucking into Killian’s hand, his cock throbbing with need.

“Is it?” Killian’s voice was low and teasing, his breath hot against Gareth’s neck. “You don’t seem to think so.”

Gareth’s cheeks burned with shame, but he couldn’t deny the intense pleasure rippling through him. Killian’s fingers were rough but skilled, stroking him with just enough pressure to make his toes curl. Every nerve in Gareth’s body was on fire, his cock swelling in his brother’s grasp as a moan escaped his lips.

“That’s it,” Killian purred, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched Gareth’s resolve crumble. “Let it go, Gareth. You’ve been holding back for too long.”

Gareth’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he felt the familiar coil of heat building in his gut. “I… I can’t,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

“You can,” Killian whispered back, his free hand sliding up Gareth’s chest, his nails scraping against sensitive skin. “You’re mine, Gareth. Always have been.”

The words sent a thrill through Gareth, a desire he’d buried for years bubbling to the surface. He moaned, his body trembling as Killian’s hand moved faster, tightening around his cock just as the heat in his gut reached its peak. With a gasp, Gareth came, his release spilling over Killian’s fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

But Killian wasn’t done. Before Gareth could catch his breath, Killian grabbed his chin and pulled him into a rough, demanding kiss, his lips claiming Gareth’s with a possessive urgency that left him dizzy. Gareth’s mind was spinning, his body still tingling from the aftermath of his orgasm as Killian’s tongue invaded his mouth.

“Killian… what are you—” Gareth started, but his words were cut off as Killian’s hand slid lower, his fingers teasing at Gareth’s entrance.

“Shut up,” Killian growled, nipping at Gareth’s bottom lip as he pushed a finger inside him, stretching him in a way that made Gareth gasp. “You wanted this, didn’t you? You’ve always wanted it.”

Gareth’s protest died on his lips, his body arching into Killian’s touch as another finger joined the first. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and blissful pleasure that had Gareth’s cock twitching again despite the fact that he'd just came.

Killian smirked, his eyes locked on Gareth’s as he added a third finger, scissoring and stretching him until Gareth was trembling with need. “Look at you,” Killian murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re already begging for it, aren’t you?”

Gareth shook his head, but his body betrayed him, his hips rocking back against Killian’s fingers as a moan escaped his lips. “N-No,” he lied, his voice barely a whisper.

“Liar,” Killian said with a low laugh, pulling his fingers out and spinning Gareth around to face him. He pushed him back against the counter, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips as he stepped closer, his cock pressing against Gareth’s thigh.

“Killian, wait—” Gareth started, but Killian silenced him with another kiss, biting down on his lip hard enough to draw a whimper.

“You’re mine,” Killian muttered against his mouth, his hands sliding down to grip Gareth’s ass as he lifted him onto the counter. “And you’re going to take every inch of me.”

Gareth’s heart was pounding, his mind a jumble of conflicting emotions, but his body was on fire, his cock already hard again as he felt Killian’s length pressing against him. “This is wrong,” he whispered, but his voice was weak, his resolve crumbling.

“It’s only wrong if you don’t want it,” Killian said, his eyes boring into Gareth’s as he lined himself up. “And I know you do.”

Before Gareth could reply, Killian thrust into him, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Gareth cried out, his nails digging into Killian’s shoulders as he was filled completely, the stretch and burn blurring into blinding pleasure.

“F-Fuck,” Gareth gasped, his head falling back as Killian began to move, his hips snapping forward with a relentless rhythm.

“That’s it,” Killian growled, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips tightly as he fucked into him hard and fast. “Take it, Gareth. You’re mine.”

Gareth’s mind was spinning, his body completely consumed by the sensation of Killian inside him. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through him, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach as Killian’s pace quickened.

“K-Killian,” Gareth moaned, his voice shaky as he wrapped his legs around his brother’s waist, pulling him closer.

“Say it,” Killian demanded, his voice rough as he slammed into Gareth again and again. “Say you’re mine.”

Gareth’s breath caught, his body trembling as the heat in his gut built to a crescendo. “I’m yours,” he whispered, the words spilling out before he could stop them.

Killian smirked, his hands sliding up to grip Gareth’s shoulders as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down Gareth’s spine. “Now come for me.”

The words were all it took. Gareth’s body tensed, his cock pulsing as he came, his release spilling over his stomach as Killian continued to fuck him through his orgasm. A few thrusts later, Killian groaned, his hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside Gareth, his grip tightening almost painfully as he rode out his own release.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, their bodies pressed together in the aftermath. Then, without a word, Killian grabbed Gareth’s arm and pulled him toward the shower, turning the water on full blast.

“Get in,” Killian ordered, his voice still rough with need.

Gareth stumbled into the shower, the cold tile biting into his back as Killian pushed him against the wall. The water cascaded over them, drenching their bodies in warmth and steam. Killian’s hands gripped Gareth’s thighs, lifting him effortlessly as if he weighed nothing. Gareth’s legs wrapped around Killian’s waist instinctively, his breath hitching as he felt the hard press of Killian’s cock against his entrance.

“Killian, wait—” Gareth started, but the words died in his throat as Killian pressed in, hard and unrelenting. The stretch was familiar now, but it still made Gareth gasp, his nails digging into Killian’s shoulders for purchase. Killian’s lips found his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as he began to move, slow and deliberate at first, then with increasing urgency.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Killian growled against his skin, his voice rough and dripping with desire. “Always so good for me, Gareth. My beautiful older brother.”

Gareth’s head fell back against the tile, the words sending a jolt of heat through him. Beautiful. It was a word Killian had used before, and each time it made Gareth’s stomach flutter, his chest tighten with something he couldn’t quite name. He hated how much he craved it, how much he needed to hear it.

“You love it, don’t you?” Killian’s voice was a low murmur, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear as he thrust deeper, hitting that spot inside him that made Gareth’s entire body jolt. “Love it when I tell you how pretty you are, how good you feel around my cock.”

Gareth whimpered, his hand flying to his mouth to stifle the sound. Killian caught it, pulling his wrist away and pinning it to the wall. “Don’t. I want to hear you. Every fucking noise.”

The command sent a shiver down Gareth’s spine, and he surrendered, letting the moans spill from his lips as Killian fucked him with reckless abandon. The water pounded down around them, droplets clinging to their skin, mixing with the sweat and heat of their bodies. Killian’s hips snapped against Gareth’s, each thrust driving him closer to the edge.

“Killian, I— I can’t—” Gareth’s words were choked, his body trembling with the effort to hold on. He was already overstimulated, his cock aching and neglected, but his brother’s relentless pace was too much to bear.

“You can,” Killian snarled, his teeth sinking into the juncture of Gareth’s neck and shoulder, and Gareth cried out, the sharp pain mingling with the pleasure in a way that made his head spin. “You’re going to take it, Gareth. Take everything I give you.”

The words were like a spark to kindling. Gareth’s body tightened around Killian, his orgasm ripping through him unexpectedly, white-hot and all-consuming. He came untouched, his release spilling between their bodies, mixing with the water and steam. Killian groaned, his own release following as he buried himself deep inside Gareth, his hips stuttering as he spilled.

For a moment, they stayed like that, pressed together, breathless and trembling in the aftermath. Killian’s hand came up to cradle Gareth’s face, his thumb brushing over his brother’s cheek. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Gareth.”

Gareth’s heart clenched, and he turned his face away, unable to meet Killian’s gaze. “This... this is wrong,” he whispered, though his body betrayed him, still clinging to Killian, still craving his touch.

Killian chuckled, low and dark, as he pulled out, letting Gareth’s legs slide down to the floor. He reached for the soap, lathering it between his hands before gently washing Gareth’s skin, his touch unexpectedly tender. “Wrong?” he repeated, his voice dripping with amusement. “Then why do you keep coming back for more?”

Gareth didn’t have an answer, and Killian didn’t wait for one. He finished cleaning them both, then turned off the water and reached for a towel. Wrapping it around Gareth’s shoulders, he pulled him close, his arms a possessive cage around his brother’s trembling frame.

“Killian—” Gareth started, but Killian silenced him with a kiss, rough and demanding, yet surprisingly sweet. When he pulled away, Gareth’s lips were swollen, his chest heaving.

“Hush,” Killian murmured, pressing a kiss to Gareth’s forehead. “You’re mine, Gareth. And I’ll never let you forget it.

Chapter Text

Kirill x Landon

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Landon’s voice was sharp, his body tense as he lay sprawled on his bed, his hand frozen mid-motion on the vibrator pressed against his hole. His dark eyes narrowed at the figure standing in the shadows of his room, the man who had just invaded his privacy with the audacity of someone who knew no boundaries. Kirill smirked, his thick Russian accent dripping with amusement as he stepped closer, the remote control for the vibrator dangling from his fingers like a trophy.

“You left this on the floor, malen'kiy korol,” Kirill purred, his deep voice rumbling like a predator stalking its prey. He clicked the remote, the vibrator buzzing louder in Landon. “I thought I’d help you out.”

Landon’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t move, didn’t stop. Instead, he arched an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across his lips as he leaned back against the pillows, his free hand trailing lazily down his chest. “Oh, I don’t need your help, old man,” he drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But if you’re going to invite yourself in, you might as well make yourself useful.”

Kirill’s smirk deepened, his eyes roaming over Landon’s body with undisguised interest. The younger man was a vision, his pale skin glistening under the dim light of the bedroom, his lean muscles taut with tension as the vibrator worked its magic. Kirill had been watching him for weeks—ever since he’d heard the stories about the spoiled brat who’d managed to outsmart even the Bratva. And now, here he was, breaking into the King mansion, unable to resist the pull of curiosity—and something darker, something primal.

“Useful?” Kirill murmured, stepping closer until he was at the edge of the bed. His hand reached out, brushing against Landon’s thigh, the touch light but deliberate. “You think you can handle me, detka? You think you’re strong enough?”

Landon’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with challenge. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” he replied, his voice low and teasing. He shifted slightly, his hand tightening around the vibrator as it continued to hum against him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. “But if you’re just here to talk, you’re wasting my time.”

Kirill chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a shiver down Landon’s spine. “Oh, I’m not here to talk,” he said, his fingers trailing higher, brushing against the base of the vibrator. “I’m here to see if you’re as arrogant in bed as you are out of it.”

Landon’s breath hitched as Kirill’s fingers brushed against his skin, the touch electric, sending sparks of desire racing through his veins. He was used to being in control, used to dictating every move, every word. But there was something about Kirill—something dangerous, something wild—that made him want to let go, just this once.

“Arrogant?” Landon repeated, his voice breathy as Kirill’s fingers wrapped around the vibrator, pulling it away from his body. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Kirill’s eyes darkened, his gaze locked on Landon’s as he tossed the vibrator aside, his other hand gripping Landon’s hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Show me,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Show me what you’re made of, malen'kiy korol.”

Landon didn’t hesitate. He reached up, his fingers tangling in Kirill’s dark hair, pulling him down until their lips crashed together in a fierce, hungry kiss. Kirill’s mouth was hot, demanding, his tongue sliding against Landon’s as he pressed him back into the mattress, his body heavy and solid against the younger man’s. Landon moaned into the kiss, his hips arching up, seeking friction, seeking more.

Kirill’s hands were everywhere, roaming over Landon’s body, mapping every curve, every inch of skin. He tugged at Landon’s shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside before his mouth latched onto Landon’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he sucked hard, leaving a mark. Landon gasped, his hands clutching at Kirill’s broad shoulders, his nails digging in as the older man’s lips trailed lower, down his chest, over his stomach, until they reached his thighs.

Kirill didn’t waste time. He took Landon’s hard, leaking cock, his eyes dark with hunger as he took in the sight. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up the length of Landon’s shaft, eliciting a sharp gasp from the younger man.

Landon’s head fell back against the pillows, his breath coming in short, ragged pants as Kirill’s mouth closed around him, hot and wet and perfect. Kirill’s tongue swirled around the tip, his lips sucking hard as his hands gripped Landon’s hips, holding him in place. Landon’s fingers tightened in Kirill’s hair, his hips bucking up as Kirill took him deeper, his throat working around him with practiced ease.

“Fuckk,” Landon groaned, his voice breaking as Kirill’s mouth moved over him, the sensation almost too much to bear. He could feel the heat building in his stomach, his body trembling with the need for release, but he wanted more—wanted Kirill to claim him completely, to take him apart piece by piece.

Kirill seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. He pulled back, his lips slick and swollen as he looked up at Landon, his eyes dark with desire. “You want more?” he asked, his voice rough, his hands sliding under Landon’s thighs, pushing his legs apart.

“Do I look like the type to settle for less?” Landon shot back, his voice breathless but still laced with that arrogant edge that Kirill found so infuriating—and so damn irresistible.

Kirill’s smirk returned, his hands trailing up the inside of Landon’s thighs, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there. “Good,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Because I’m not done.”

Landon’s breath hitched as Kirill’s fingers traced his rim, the touch light but deliberate, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He could feel the slickness of the lube Kirill must have grabbed from the nightstand, the coolness of it quickly warming as Kirill pressed a finger inside, stretching him slowly, carefully.

“Fuck,” Landon whispered, his body arching off the bed as Kirill’s finger curled inside him, hitting that spot that made his vision blur. His hands clawed at the sheets, his breathing ragged as Kirill added a second finger, then a third, stretching him open, preparing him for what was to come.

Kirill watched him, his eyes dark with desire as Landon’s body responded to his touch, every gasp, every moan, every twitch of his muscles driving him wild. He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled his fingers out, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he positioned himself at his entrance, his cock pressing against him, hot and hard and ready.

“You ready for me, malen'kiy korol?” Kirill growled, his voice thick with need.

Landon’s eyes locked with his, his lips curving into a wicked grin. “Don’t keep me waiting, old man,” he taunted, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Kirill’s response was a low growl as he thrust forward, burying himself inside Landon in one smooth, powerful motion. Landon’s back arched, a cry tearing from his lips as he felt Kirill fill him completely, the stretch and burn sending waves of pleasure through his body. Kirill didn’t give him time to adjust, didn’t give him time to breathe. He pulled back and thrust in again, setting a brutal, relentless pace that had Landon gasping for air, his hands clutching at Kirill’s shoulders, his nails digging in as he held on for dear life.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, the wet slap of skin on skin, the ragged gasps and moans that spilled from their lips. Kirill’s hands gripped Landon’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he drove into him again and again, each thrust harder, deeper, more intense than the last. Landon’s head fell back against the pillows, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the sensations, to the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside him, threatening to consume him completely.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Kirill groaned, his voice rough with need as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “You feel so good, detka. So fucking good.”

Landon’s response was a broken moan, his body trembling as Kirill’s cock hit that spot inside him again and again, driving him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the heat building in his stomach, the pressure growing with every thrust, every touch, every word that fell from Kirill’s lips.

“Faster,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling, his hands clutching at Kirill’s shoulders.

Kirill’s only response was a low growl as he obeyed, his hips pistoning against Landon’s, his cock slamming into him with a force that made the younger man cry out, his body arching off the bed as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

Landon’s orgasm hit him hard, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over him, his cock twitching, spilling his release between them. Kirill followed moments later, his own release spilling deep inside Landon as he thrust into him one last time, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies still intertwined, their breathing ragged and uneven. Then Kirill pulled out, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he rolled him over onto his stomach, his breath hot against the nape of his neck.

“You’re not done yet, malen'kiy korol,” Kirill growled, his voice rough with lust as he positioned himself again, his cock pressing against Landon’s well-used hole.

Landon’s response was a low, breathless laugh as he pushed back against him, his body trembling with anticipation. “Oh, I’m sure we are just getting started,” he taunted, his voice trembling with need.

Kirill’s hands tightened around Landon’s hips, his fingers digging into the pale, smooth flesh as he flipped him onto his stomach with a single, fluid motion. Landon gasped, his body instinctively arching upward, his hands clawing at the sheets as he felt the weight of Kirill pressing down on him, his breath hot against the nape of his neck.

“You’re so perfect,” Kirill growled, his voice low and rough, the words vibrating against Landon’s skin as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against the slick, well-used entrance. He pushed in slowly, deliberately, savouring the way Landon’s body stretched to accommodate him, the way Landon’s breath hitched and his fingers tightened their grip on the sheets.

Landon moaned, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep within him, his body trembling as Kirill filled him completely, the thick length of him stretching him in ways that made his mind go blank with pleasure. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice trembling, the word barely audible as he pushed back against Kirill, his body desperate for more.

Kirill chuckled, a dark, predatory sound that sent shivers down Landon’s spine. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear, his breath hot and heavy as he whispered, “Beg for more.” His hands moved to Landon’s hips, gripping him tightly as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure through Landon’s body.

Landon’s breath came in short, uneven gasps, his body arching back to meet Kirill’s thrusts, his hands clutching at the sheets as he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming pleasure. “Please,” he whispered, his voice trembling with need, the word slipping out before he could stop it. “More.”

Kirill’s hands moved up Landon’s body, his fingers finding his nipples, pinching and tugging at the sensitive buds until Landon was moaning uncontrollably, his body writhing beneath him. “Good boy,” Kirill murmured, his voice a low growl as he continued to thrust into him, his cock filling him completely, stretching him, claiming him.

Landon’s body shuddered with pleasure, his mind hazy with the intensity of it all. He had always been in control, always the one calling the shots, but now, with Kirill’s hands on him, his cock inside him, he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time—vulnerability. And it was intoxicating.

Kirill’s hand came down on Landon’s ass with a sharp, stinging slap, the sound echoing through the room as he continued to thrust into him. Landon cried out, the pain mingling with the pleasure, his body arching back to meet Kirill’s thrusts, his hands clutching at the sheets as he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming sensations.

“You like that, don’t you?” Kirill growled, his voice rough with lust as he spanked him again, the slap echoing through the room as he continued to thrust into him, his cock filling him completely, stretching him, claiming him.

Landon moaned, his body trembling with pleasure as he pushed back against Kirill, his hands clutching at the sheets as he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming sensations. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice trembling with need, the word slipping out before he could stop it. “More.”

Kirill chuckled, a dark, predatory sound that sent shivers down Landon’s spine. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear, his breath hot and heavy as he whispered, “You’re mine.” His hands moved to Landon’s hips, gripping him tightly as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure through Landon’s body.

Kirill’s hand slid down Landon’s back, the heat of his palm leaving a trail of fire as he reached between Landon’s legs. His fingers wrapped around Landon’s cock, already slick with pre-cum, and began to stroke him in rhythm with his thrusts. The double sensation—Kirill’s cock filling him from behind and his hand working him in front—was too much. Landon’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he moaned, his voice breaking under the weight of the pleasure.

“Fuck—more, please,” Landon begged, his voice raw, needy, and uncharacteristically broken. His hips jerked forward into Kirill’s hand, seeking more friction, more of that delicious pressure. His fingers dug into the sheets, clutching them as if they were the only thing keeping him grounded.

Kirill chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Landon’s back as he leaned forward, his chest pressing against Landon’s spine. “Begging already?” he growled, his voice rough and dripping with dominance. “Good boy.”

His grip tightened on Landon’s cock, his strokes becoming firmer, faster, matching the pace of his thrusts. Kirill’s other hand moved to Landon’s hip, holding him in place as he drove into him deeper, harder, each thrust hitting that spot inside Landon that made him see stars. Landon’s moans grew louder, more desperate, his body writhing under Kirill’s control.

Kirill’s lips grazed Landon’s shoulder, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there before sinking in. Landon cried out, the sharp pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure, his body arching back into Kirill as he claimed him. The bite was possessive, brutal, and Landon could feel the mark forming—a brand, a claim. Kirill’s teeth released him, and he licked the bite mark, soothing the sting before kissing it gently.

“Mine,” Kirill murmured against Landon’s skin, his breath hot and heavy. He thrust into him again, harder this time, and Landon’s moan was almost a scream. “You’re mine, Landon.”

Landon could only whimper in response, his mind foggy with pleasure, his body trembling as Kirill continued to fuck him, to stroke him, to own him. Each thrust was deliberate, each stroke of his hand sending waves of pleasure crashing through Landon. He was close—so close—and Kirill could feel it, could see it in the way Landon’s body tensed, the way his cock throbbed in his hand.

But Kirill wasn’t done with him yet.

He slowed his thrusts, pulling almost completely out before driving back in, the slow, deliberate pace maddening. His hand on Landon’s cock slowed too, the strokes becoming teasing, barely there. Landon groaned in frustration, his hips bucking forward, trying to get more friction, more of something.

“Not yet,” Kirill growled, his voice firm, commanding. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “You’ll come when I say you can.”

Landon whimpered, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He could feel Kirill’s cock inside him, thick and unyielding, and the way he filled him was almost too much. His cock throbbed in Kirill’s hand, desperate for release, but he didn’t dare disobey.

Kirill’s hand moved from Landon’s cock, and Landon let out a sound that was part relief, part frustration. But then Kirill’s fingers trailed lower, brushing against the base of his cock, tracing the sensitive skin there before dipping lower, to where they were joined. Landon gasped as Kirill’s fingers pressed against the tight ring of muscle stretched around his cock.

“So tight,” Kirill murmured, his voice thick with lust. He pressed his fingers against Landon’s entrance, feeling the way his body clenched around him. “You take me so well.”

Landon moaned, his body shuddering as Kirill began to fuck him with his fingers, the dual sensation of Kirill’s cock and his fingers inside him almost overwhelming. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body writhing under the onslaught of pleasure.

Kirill’s thrusts became faster, harder, his fingers curling inside Landon, searching for that spot that would drive him over the edge. When he found it, Landon’s entire body jerked, a desperate moan tearing from his throat.

“There it is,” Kirill growled, his voice dark, predatory. He focused his thrusts on that spot, his fingers pressing against it relentlessly, and Landon could feel himself unravelling. His cock was dripping, his body trembling, and he was so close—so close—but Kirill wouldn’t let him come.

Kirill’s free hand moved to Landon’s cock again, stroking him slowly, teasingly, as he continued to fuck him. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in Landon’s gut, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge.

“Please,” Landon begged, his voice a broken whisper. “Please, let me come.”

Kirill chuckled, the sound low and dark. “Not yet,” he murmured, his voice a command. “Wait for me.”

Landon whimpered, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, but he obeyed. He could feel Kirill’s cock thrusting into him, his fingers pressing against that spot inside him, his hand stroking him just enough to keep him on edge. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming, and Landon could feel himself losing control, but he held on, waiting for Kirill’s command.

Finally, Kirill’s thrusts became harder, faster, his own release imminent. His hand on Landon’s cock tightened, his strokes becoming firm, relentless. “Now,” he growled, and with a final thrust, he came, filling Landon completely.

Landon’s body convulsed as he came, his release tearing through him with such intensity that he saw stars. His body trembled as he spilled into Kirill’s hand, his moans raw and guttural. Kirill continued to stroke him, milking every last drop from him, until Landon was a trembling, boneless mess beneath him.

Kirill pulled out slowly, watching as Landon’s body shuddered at the loss. He retrieved the vibrator from the floor, and before Landon could react, he pressed it against his entrance, pushing it in slowly. Landon moaned, his body still sensitive, as Kirill turned it on low, the vibrations sending small shivers through him.

Kirill leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s. “You’re mine,” he murmured against his lips, his voice low, possessive. “Don’t forget that.”

He kissed Landon deeply, his tongue sliding against his in a claiming, possessive kiss, before pulling away. Landon lay there, dazed, his body covered in Kirill’s marks, his ass red from the spanking, the vibrator still inside him, keeping Kirill’s claim on him even after he’d left.

Kirill stood, his eyes lingering on Landon’s bruised and trembling form. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent, before he turned and walked away, leaving Landon a trembling, claimed mess on the bed.

Chapter Text

Eli x Landon x Brandon x Creighton

“You’re not going anywhere, Brandon,” Eli’s voice was low, predatory, as he crowded Bran against the wall of his bedroom. Landon and Creighton flanked him, their eyes dark with desire, their bodies radiating heat that made the air around them feel thick, suffocating. Brandon’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he tried to press further into the wall, but there was nowhere to go.

The three of them had been relentless for weeks now. Ever since Clara had walked out of his life, they’d been circling him like wolves. Eli’s hands would brush his lower back in the kitchen, lingering just a second too long. Landon would sit too close on the couch, his thigh pressed against Bran’s, his fingers dancing dangerously close to his waistband. And Creighton—Creighton’s eyes would follow him everywhere, hot and unrelenting, like he was already imagining the moment he could finally have him.

At first, Brandon had tried to ignore it. He told himself it was just their way of comforting him, that they didn’t mean anything by it. But the touching became bolder, the looks darker, the words filthier. And now, here they were, cornering him in his room, their intentions crystal clear.

“You’ve been teasing us for weeks, Bran,” Landon murmured, his twin’s voice dripping with a mix of affection and dominance. His hand reached out, fingertips grazing Brandon’s jawline, sending a shiver down his spine. “Do you know how hard it’s been to hold back? To see you looking so vulnerable, so fucking perfect, and not take what we’ve wanted for so long?”

Brandon’s cheeks flamed, his body betraying him as a wave of heat pooled low in his stomach. He wanted to protest, to tell them to stop, but the words caught in his throat. Because he’d been lying to himself. He’d felt it too—the way his heart raced when Eli’s hand brushed his, the way his breath hitched when Landon’s lips were close enough to kiss, the way his skin prickled under Creighton’s hungry gaze.

“We’re done waiting,” Creighton growled, stepping forward so his chest was pressed against Brandon’s, pinning him in place. His hand slid down to grip Bran’s hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. “You’re ours now, Bran. And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”

Before Brandon could respond, Landon’s lips were on his, swallowing whatever feeble protest he might have tried to muster. The kiss was fierce, possessive, Landon’s tongue slipping past his lips to claim him. Brandon moaned softly, his body instinctively arching into the touch, his hands flailing before settling on Landon’s shoulders for balance.

Eli and Creighton didn’t waste any time. Eli’s hands were on Brandon’s chest, pushing his shirt up and over his head, while Creighton’s fingers worked at the button of his jeans. The cool air hit his skin, making him gasp, but the warmth of their hands quickly replaced it, their touches searing and electric.

“Look at him,” Eli murmured, his voice thick with desire as his fingers traced over Brandon’s nipples, teasing them into tight peaks. “So fucking responsive. You’ve been starving for this, haven’t you, Bran?”

Brandon couldn’t deny it. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was sending his body into overdrive. His hips bucked involuntarily as Creighton yanked his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion, leaving him exposed and trembling.

“God, look at him,” Creighton groaned, his hand wrapping around Brandon’s cock, giving it a firm, possessive stroke. “So fucking perfect. I knew he’d be like this—desperate, needy, fucking begging for us.”

Brandon’s breath hitched as Creighton’s hand moved faster, his thumb swiping over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum that had gathered there. His hips jerked forward, chasing the sensation, his mind spiraling as pleasure coursed through him. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more—so much more.

Landon’s lips trailed down his neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks that would bloom into bruises later. “You’re ours, Bran,” he whispered against his skin, his teeth sinking into the curve of his shoulder. Brandon gasped, his cock twitching in Creighton’s hand as the sharp pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure.

Eli’s mouth found his nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth. Brandon cried out, his back arching as the dual sensations threatened to overwhelm him. His fingers tangled in Landon’s hair, his hips rocking into Creighton’s hand, his body trembling under the assault of their touch.

“Please,” Brandon whimpered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing. “I need—I can’t—”

“We know what you need,” Eli murmured, pulling away from his nipple to look up at him, his eyes dark with lust. “And we’re going to give it to you. Every. Last. Drop.”

Eli dropped to his knees, his hands spreading Brandon’s legs wider. His breath was hot against Bran’s cock, sending shivers through his body, before his tongue darted out to lick a stripe from base to tip. Brandon’s knees buckled, but Landon and Creighton held him up, their hands gripping his hips and shoulders to keep him steady.

“Fuck,” Brandon moaned, his head falling back against the wall as Eli took him into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock. The warmth, the wetness, the suction—it was too much, and at the same time, not nearly enough. His hips jerked forward, his cock sliding deeper into Eli’s mouth, but the older man didn’t pull away. Instead, he moaned around him, the vibrations making Brandon’s toes curl.

Landon’s lips found his again, his kiss deeper, more demanding this time. His tongue tangled with Brandon’s, his hands roaming over his chest, pinching and teasing his nipples until they were hard and aching. Creighton’s hands were on his ass, kneading the soft flesh there before spreading him open, his fingers teasing at his entrance.

Brandon gasped into Landon’s mouth, his body jolting as Creighton’s finger pressed inside him, slow and deliberate. “So tight,” Creighton growled, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. “You’re going to feel so good around us, Bran. We’re going to ruin you for anyone else.”

Eli pulled off his cock with a wet pop, his lips swollen and glistening. “Turn him around,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. Creighton and Landon obeyed, spinning Brandon to face the wall, his hands pressed against it for support.

Eli’s hands were on his hips, pulling him back until his ass was pressed against the older man’s cock. “You’re going to take all of us, Bran,” he whispered, his breath hot against his ear. “Every. Single. Inch.”

Brandon’s entire body trembled as he felt the blunt head of Eli’s cock press against his entrance. He was already slick with lube, thanks to Creighton’s fingers, but the stretch was still overwhelming. He gasped, his fingers digging into the wall as Eli pushed inside him, inch by agonizing inch.

“Fuck,” Brandon moaned, his head dropping forward as Eli bottomed out, his cock buried to the hilt inside him. The fullness was insane, the heat and pressure making his head spin. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

Creighton stepped in front of him, his cock hard and leaking, and Brandon didn’t need to be told what to do. He leaned forward, taking the younger man into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head before sinking down as far as he could go. Creighton groaned, his hands tangling in Brandon’s hair as he started to thrust into his mouth.

Landon’s hands were on his hips, his cock pressing against his ass as he waited for his turn. “You’re going to take us all, Bran,” he whispered, his voice dark with promise. “And you’re going to love it.”

Eli started to move, his hips slamming into Brandon’s ass with a force that made him see stars. Creighton’s cock was hitting the back of his throat with every thrust, and Landon’s fingers were digging into his hips hard enough to leave bruises. The sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure building with every stroke, every thrust, every moan that spilled from their lips.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Eli groaned, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips as he fucked him harder, deeper. “You feel so good, Bran. So fucking perfect.”

Brandon’s mind was spiraling, his body trembling as he took all three of them, their cocks filling him in ways he’d never imagined possible. The sensations were too much, the pleasure too intense, and yet he craved more. He wanted them to ruin him, to own him, to make him theirs in every way possible.

“You’re ours now, Bran,” Landon murmured, his lips brushing against his ear. “And we’re never letting you go.”

Eli’s thrusts slowed, and he pulled out of Brandon with a wet, obscene sound that made the younger man shudder. Immediately, Landon took his place, lining himself up and driving into Brandon’s stretched hole with a single, brutal thrust. Brandon’s back arched off the bed, a strangled moan slipping past his lips as Landon filled him completely, stretching him wider than before.

“Fuck, Bran,” Landon growled, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips hard enough to leave marks. “You’re so fucking tight. How do you feel this good?”

Brandon couldn’t answer, his mind already reeling from the relentless pleasure. Before he could even process Landon’s words, Eli’s hands were on his face, tilting his head back. The older man’s cock slid between his lips, and Brandon’s mouth opened instinctively, letting Eli thrust in deeply. The dual sensations—Landon’s cock pistoning into his ass and Eli’s filling his mouth—were overwhelming, sending sparks of electric pleasure through his entire body.

Creighton’s hands roamed over Brandon’s trembling form, teasing and caressing his already overstimulated skin. His fingers pinched and rolled Brandon’s nipples, drawing sharp gasps from him that were muffled by Eli’s cock. Creighton’s touch drifted lower, fingertips brushing over Brandon’s leaking cock before sliding down to his ass, where Landon was fucking him with relentless precision.

“Look at him,” Creighton murmured, his voice low and dark with desire. “He’s taking both of you so well. But I think he can take more, don’t you?”

Landon’s thrusts slowed for a moment, and he glanced up at Creighton with a wicked grin. “Fuck yeah, he can.”

Creighton positioned himself behind Landon, his cock pressing against Brandon’s stretched entrance. Brandon’s eyes widened, a muffled whimper escaping him as he felt the pressure of another cock trying to push its way inside him. He was so full already, his body trembling with the effort of taking Landon alone, but Creighton didn’t give him a chance to protest. With a sharp, possessive thrust, Creighton joined Landon, forcing his way into Brandon’s tight ass.

Brandon’s scream was swallowed by Eli’s cock, his body convulsing as he was stretched impossibly wide. The sensation was unbearable and yet utterly intoxicating, the pleasure and pain blurring together into something that made his mind go blank. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel the relentless fullness of two cocks moving inside him, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his body.

Eli’s fingers dug into Brandon as he fucked his mouth, his thrusts growing harder and more desperate. “You’re such a good boy, Bran,” Eli groaned, his voice rough with need. “Taking all of us like this. You’re fucking perfect.”

Brandon’s muffled moans only seemed to spur them on, their movements becoming more frantic, more possessive. Landon and Creighton worked in tandem, their cocks sliding in and out of Brandon’s ass in a rhythm that left him gasping for air. The stretch was excruciating, but the pleasure that followed each thrust was beyond anything Brandon had ever experienced. He felt like he was being split apart, like they were claiming every inch of him, and he never wanted it to end.

Creighton’s hands roamed over Brandon’s body, his touch rough and demanding. He pinched Brandon’s nipples again, twisting them until Brandon’s body jerked with a cry that Eli swallowed. “You love this, don’t you?” Creighton growled, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “You love being our little whore, taking all of us at once. Admit it, Bran.”

Brandon couldn’t speak, couldn’t form words, but his body was answer enough. His cock twitched, precum dripping from the tip as he was filled over and over again. He was teetering on the edge of orgasm, his mind nothing but a haze of pleasure and need.

Landon’s thrusts grew faster, harder, his cock slamming into Brandon’s prostate with every stroke. “You’re ours, Bran,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “Say it. Tell us you’re ours.”

Brandon tried to speak, but the words were impossible with Eli’s cock down his throat. Instead, he nodded, his body trembling with the effort of taking all three of them at once. It was all they needed. Eli, Creighton, and Landon moved harder, faster, their thrusts becoming almost brutal as they chased their own release.

“We’re going to fill you up, Bran,” Creighton groaned, his fingers digging into Brandon’s hips. “You’re going to be so full of us, you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

Brandon’s body convulsed as Landon and Creighton hit his prostate simultaneously, the sensation too much to bear. He came undone, his cock pulsing with hot streaks of cum as they continued to fuck him, their relentless movements drawing out his orgasm until he was shaking with overstimulation.

Eli pulled out of Brandon’s mouth just as he came, his cock spraying thick ropes of cum across Brandon’s face and chest. “Fuck, Bran,” Eli groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself over Brandon’s trembling body.

Landon and Creighton weren’t far behind. With a final, brutal thrust, they both came inside Brandon, filling him until he felt like he was going to burst. The sensation of their cum flooding his ass was overwhelming, the heat and wetness making his body spasm with aftershocks of pleasure.

When they finally pulled out, Brandon’s body was limp, his ass still twitching as streams of cum leaked out of him. Creighton reached down, pressing a finger to his swollen hole and pushing their release back inside. “We’re going to keep you full, Bran,” he murmured, his voice dark with possessiveness. “You’re ours now, and we’re never letting you go.”

Brandon’s mind was blank, his body completely spent. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could only bask in the aftermath of what they’d done to him. The three of them hovered over him, their hands roaming over his trembling form, their touches possessive and claiming. They had ruined him, claimed him, and he knew he would never be the same.

“You’re ours, Bran,” Eli repeated, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Brandon’s spine. “And we’re just getting started.”

Brandon stirred awake, his body heavy and sore. His limbs felt strange, restrained. He tried to move, but his wrists were bound tightly to the bedposts with soft silk ties, his ankles equally secured. A ball gag filled his mouth, muffling any attempt to speak. Panic surged through him, but it was quickly replaced by a deep, aching arousal as he remembered the night before. His ass was still stretched and tender, the remnants of their cum leaking out slightly as he shifted.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, but he could see them. Eli, Landon, and Creighton stood at the foot of the bed, their eyes hungry and predatory. They were already undressed, their bodies glistening in the faint light, their cocks hard and ready. Brandon’s breath hitched, his own arousal growing despite his exhaustion.

“Good morning, Bran,” Eli purred, his voice low and teasing. He stepped closer, his defined hands running up Brandon’s thighs, making him shiver. “You look so good like this, all tied up and helpless. Just the way we like you.”

Landon was on the other side of the bed, his muscular frame looming over Brandon. “You’re ours now, brother,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. His rough hands gripped Brandon’s hips, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed. “Every inch of you belongs to us.”

Creighton moved to the head of the bed, his dark eyes gleaming with hunger. “We’re not done with you yet,” he said, his voice dripping with dark desire. He reached down, tracing his fingers over Brandon’s gagged mouth. “You’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you, Bran?”

Brandon whimpered, his body trembling with need. He couldn’t deny it—he wanted them, wanted whatever they were going to do to him. The way they looked at him, the way they touched him, it was intoxicating.

Eli’s hands moved higher, his fingers brushing over Brandon’s nipples, teasing them into hardened peaks. “You’re such a good boy, Bran,” he murmured, his voice filled with praise. He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting until Brandon was squirming beneath him.

Landon’s hands were on Brandon’s ass, spreading him open. “Still so loose from last night,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. He slid a finger into Brandon’s hole, making him gasp around the gag. “But you’re going to take more, aren’t you?”

Creighton’s hands were in Brandon’s hair, pulling his head back slightly. “You’re going to be our little slut, Bran,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “You’re going to take everything we give you, and you’re going to beg for more.”

Brandon’s body was on fire, every touch, every word sending waves of pleasure through him. He was completely at their mercy, and he loved it.

Eli pulled away from Brandon’s nipple, a wicked grin on his face. “Let’s see how much you can take,” he said, reaching for something on the nightstand. He held up a thick, vibrating plug, its surface glistening with lube. “This should keep you nice and full while we play.”

Brandon’s eyes widened, his breath coming in short gasps as Eli pressed the plug to his hole. The coolness of the lube made him shiver, and then the plug was pushing inside, stretching him wider than he thought possible. He moaned around the gag, his body trembling as the plug seated itself inside him.

Landon groaned, his hand wrapping around his cock. “Fuck, look at him,” he said, his voice rough with lust. “He’s taking it so well.”

Creighton’s hands were still in Brandon’s hair, his grip tightening slightly. “You’re going to take it all, Bran,” he said, his voice dark and promising. “You’re going to be our perfect little whore.”

The plug began to vibrate, sending jolts of pleasure through Brandon’s body. He cried out around the gag, his hips bucking involuntarily. It was too much, and yet it wasn’t enough.

Eli’s hands were on his cock, stroking himself as he watched Brandon writhe beneath him. “You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice filled with lust. “Taking everything we give you, so eager for more.”

Landon was on the bed now removing the gag, his cock pressing against Brandon’s lips. “Open up, brother,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. Brandon obeyed, his mouth opening wide as Landon pushed his cock inside, filling his mouth completely.

Creighton’s hands were on Brandon’s hips, pulling him up slightly as he positioned himself behind Brandon. “You’re going to take me, Bran,” he said, his voice dark and possessive. He pushed into Brandon’s already stretched hole, the plug still vibrating inside him. Brandon moaned around Landon’s cock, his body trembling as Creighton filled him completely.

Eli was on the bed now, his cock pressing against Brandon’s ass alongside Creighton’s. “You’re going to take us both, Bran,” he said, his voice filled with dark promise. He pushed in slowly, stretching Brandon even wider, until both of their cocks were buried deep inside him.

Brandon’s body was overwhelmed, every nerve on fire as the three of them took him completely. The plug vibrated inside him, sending waves of pleasure through his body as Landon fucked his mouth, his cock hitting the back of his throat with every thrust. Creighton and Eli were fucking him in tandem, their cocks moving together inside him, filling him completely.

“You’re ours, Bran,” Eli growled, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down, biting at Brandon’s neck, marking him as theirs. “You belong to us now.”

Landon’s hands were in Brandon’s hair, holding him still as he fucked his mouth. “Say it, Bran,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. “Say you’re ours.”

Brandon couldn’t speak around the gag, but he moaned, his body trembling as they took him completely. He was theirs, completely and utterly theirs.

Creighton’s hands were on Brandon’s hips, holding him still as he fucked him. “You’re going to take it all, Bran,” he said, his voice dark and possessive. “You’re going to be our perfect little slut.”

The plug vibrated harder, sending Brandon over the edge. He came with a cry, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. Landon, Eli, and Creighton followed soon after, filling him with their cum until he felt like he was going to burst.

When they finally pulled out, Brandon’s body was limp, his ass still twitching as streams of cum leaked out of him. The plug was still vibrating inside him, keeping him full and on edge.

“You’re so perfect for us,” Eli repeated, his voice a low growl. “And we’re never letting you go.”

Chapter Text

Nikolai x Brandon x Jeremy

The door flung open, and Brandon’s heart leaped. He spun around, the paintbrush slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor. There they were—Jeremy and Niko—striding into the cottage like a storm rolling in. Jeremy’s jaw was clenched tight, his dark eyes blazing with intensity, while Niko’s icy blue gaze cut through the room like a blade. The air around them crackled with barely restrained anger, and Brandon felt the weight of it press down on him.

“What the hell, Brandon?” Jeremy’s voice was low, dangerous, as he stepped further into the room. His leather jacket creaked as he crossed his arms, the muscles in his forearms flexing. “You thought you could just take off without us? Without telling us?”

Brandon swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I just—I needed some space. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Niko’s voice was a cold, sharp whip that made Brandon flinch. He stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over Brandon. “We come home early to surprise you, and we find out you’re here, alone, without so much as a text. Do you have any idea how that makes us feel?”

“I’m not a fucking prisoner,” Brandon snapped, his own anger flaring up despite the fear coiling in his gut. “You don’t own me. I’m allowed to have my own life.”

Jeremy’s eyes darkened, and he closed the distance between them in three long strides. He grabbed Brandon’s wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and pulled him close. “You’re ours, Bran. You’ve always known that. And we’re not letting you forget it.”

Brandon’s breath hitched as Jeremy’s lips crashed against his, hard and demanding. He tried to pull away, but Jeremy’s other hand tangled in his hair, holding him in place. The kiss was possessive, claiming, and Brandon felt the heat of it burn through him. When Jeremy finally broke away, Brandon was panting, his lips swollen and tingling.

“You think you can run from us?” Niko’s voice was a low growl as he came up behind Brandon, his hands sliding around his waist. His lips brushed against Brandon’s ear, and the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down his spine. “You’re ours, Bran. Every inch of you.”

Brandon’s pulse raced as Niko’s hands moved down, slipping under the waistband of his sweatpants. He gasped when Niko’s fingers brushed against his hardening cock, and Jeremy’s lips were on his again, silencing him. Jeremy’s tongue pushed into his mouth, exploring, demanding, and Brandon moaned into the kiss.

Niko’s hands were relentless, stroking and teasing until Brandon was rock hard and trembling. He pulled Brandon’s sweatpants and boxers down in one swift motion, letting them pool around his ankles. Jeremy broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at Brandon’s naked body.

“Get on your knees,” Jeremy ordered, his voice rough with need.

Brandon hesitated for a moment, but Niko’s hand on the back of his neck pushed him down until he was on his knees in front of Jeremy. Jeremy unzipped his jeans, freeing his already hard cock, and Brandon’s mouth watered at the sight.

“Suck,” Jeremy commanded, his hand tightening in Brandon’s hair.

Brandon leaned forward, taking Jeremy’s cock into his mouth. The taste of him was familiar, intoxicating, and Brandon moaned around him, his tongue swirling around the head. Jeremy’s grip tightened, and he began to thrust into Brandon’s mouth, deep and relentless.

Niko knelt behind Brandon, his hands roaming over his bare skin. He nipped at the back of Brandon’s neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Niko murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Taking his cock like you were made for it.”

Brandon’s moans were muffled by Jeremy’s cock as Niko’s hands moved lower, teasing his entrance. Niko’s fingers were slick with lube, and he pressed one inside without warning. Brandon gasped around Jeremy’s cock, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation.

“That’s it,” Niko whispered, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “Just relax and take it. You’re going to take everything we give you baby.”

Niko added another finger, scissoring and stretching Brandon open. The stretch was almost too much, but the pleasure that followed was overwhelming. Brandon’s cock was leaking, desperate for release, but he knew he wouldn’t get it until they were done with him.

Jeremy pulled out of Brandon’s mouth, his cock slick with saliva, and he looked down at Brandon with a dark, possessive gleam in his eyes. “Turn around,” he ordered.

Brandon obeyed, his body trembling with anticipation as he turned to face Niko. Niko’s eyes were dark with desire, and he pulled Brandon into a deep, hungry kiss. Brandon’s hands tangled in Niko’s hair as their tongues dueled, the heat between them growing with every passing second.

Jeremy moved behind Brandon, his hands gripping his hips as he lined his cock up with Brandon’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, giving Brandon time to adjust, but once he was fully seated, he began to move with a steady, relentless rhythm.

Brandon’s moans were swallowed by Niko’s kiss as Jeremy’s cock filled him, stretching him in the best way possible. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Brandon’s cock throbbed with need.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jeremy growled, his hands tightening on Brandon’s hips. “You take my cock so well, Bran. You’re perfect.”

Niko broke the kiss, his eyes locked on Brandon’s as he reached down to stroke his cock. The dual sensations of Jeremy’s cock thrusting into him and Niko’s hand on his cock were too much, and Brandon’s moans grew louder, more desperate.

“That’s it,” Niko murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. “Let go, Bran. Let us take care of you.”

Brandon’s release came crashing down on him, his body trembling as he came in Niko’s hand. Jeremy thrust into him once more, his own release following as he buried himself deep inside Brandon.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, until Jeremy finally pulled out. Brandon collapsed onto the floor, his body spent and his mind hazy with pleasure.

Brandon’s body was still thrumming with the aftershocks of his climax when Jeremy and Niko lifted him from the floor. Their dark eyes locked on him like predators claiming their prey. The air in the room was heavy, charged with something primal, and Brandon’s pulse quickened as they laid him on the bed.

Jeremy’s voice was low, a growl that sent shivers down Brandon’s spine. “You will never forget who you belong to after we are done with you, darling.”

Niko’s hands were already moving, pulling lengths of rope from the bedside drawer. “You’re ours, baby.” he murmured, his voice deceptively calm, though the intensity in his eyes betrayed the storm beneath.

Brandon’s breath hitched as they began to tie him down. The rope was rough against his skin, a stark contrast to the softness of the sheets beneath him. Jeremy bound his wrists above his head, the knots tight but not painful, while Niko secured his ankles, spreading his legs wide. Brandon’s heart pounded as he lay there, their gazes roaming over his body like they were mapping every inch of him.

Jeremy leaned down, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. “You don’t get to leave us,” he whispered, his voice dripping with menace and desire. “You don’t get to decide when we’re done with you.” His teeth grazed Brandon’s earlobe, and a whimper escaped Brandon’s lips.

Niko’s hands were on him then, trailing up his thighs, his touch deliberate and unhurried. “You belong to us,” he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. “And we’re going to remind you of that. Over and over again.”

Brandon’s body trembled as they began to touch him, their hands and mouths everywhere at once. Jeremy’s lips found his neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that would linger for days. Niko’s mouth was on his chest, his tongue flicking over a nipple, making Brandon arch off the bed. The sensations were overwhelming, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing second.

Jeremy’s hand slid down Brandon’s abdomen, his fingers brushing over his cock, already hard again. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice amused. “You can’t get enough of us, can you?”

Niko’s hand joined Jeremy’s, their fingers tangling together as they stroked Brandon in unison. The pleasure was too much, and Brandon’s hips bucked, a moan tearing from his throat. “Please,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, I can’t—I need—”

“What do you need, darling?” Jeremy’s voice was a taunt, his fingers tightening around Brandon’s cock. “Tell us.”

“I need—fuck—I need you,” Brandon moaned, his body writhing under their touch. “Both of you. Now.”

Jeremy’s dark eyes met Niko’s, and a silent understanding passed between them. They moved with a precision that spoke of years of knowing each other, their bodies working in perfect harmony as they prepared Brandon. Jeremy’s fingers were slick with lube, probing and stretching him, while Niko’s mouth was on him again, swallowing his cries as he teased him relentlessly.

When Jeremy finally pushed inside him, Brandon’s entire body tightened, his back arching off the bed. “Oh God,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “Jer—.”

Jeremy’s hands gripped Brandon’s hips, his thrusts deep and punishing. “You’re ours,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Say it.”

“I’m—yours,” Brandon moaned, his words spilling out in a breathless rush. “I’m yours.”

Niko’s voice was a low rumble as he positioned himself at Brandon’s entrance, his hands steadying him. “Relax baby,” he said, his eyes burning with intensity. “You are so beautiful.”

The stretch was overwhelming, almost too much, but Brandon’s body gave way, accepting Niko as he pushed inside. The sensation of being filled by both of them was unlike anything Brandon had ever experienced, and he cried out, his hands clutching at the ropes that bound him. “Fuck, I—I can’t—”

“You can,” Jeremy said, his voice firm, his thrusts relentless. “You can take it.”

Niko’s hips moved in sync with Jeremy’s, their bodies claiming Brandon in a rhythm that left him breathless. The pleasure was unbearable, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through him. Brandon’s moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of their bodies moving together.

Jeremy’s hand wrapped around Brandon’s cock, stroking him in time with their thrusts. “You’re going to come for us,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You’re going to scream our names.”

Niko’s breath was hot against Brandon’s ear, his words a promise. “We’re never letting you go.”

Brandon’s climax hit him like a tidal wave, his body convulsing as he came, his moans turning into a broken cry of their names. Jeremy and Niko followed soon after, their releases spilling into him, marking him in the most intimate way possible.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, heavy and ragged. Then Jeremy’s voice broke the quiet, his tone softer now but no less possessive. “You’re ours, Bran. Always.”

Niko’s lips brushed against Brandon’s forehead, his voice a gentle whisper. “So beautiful.”

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Creighton

Creighton stepped off the ferry, the salty tang of the Brighton Island air hitting him like a slap. It was a familiar scent, one that used to feel like home. Now, it just reminded him of everything he’d lost. Annika. The name echoed in his mind like a ghost, haunting him with every breath. He hadn’t seen her since that night. Since the gunshot. Since everything shattered.

He tugged the hood of his sweatshirt lower over his face, his steps quickening as he moved through the small crowd of tourists and locals. The last thing he needed was to run into anyone he knew—especially not the Volkovs. Especially not Jeremy.

But avoiding Jeremy wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped. The man had a way of showing up when Creighton least expected it. And today was no exception.

Creighton rounded the corner of the cobblestone street, his gaze darting nervously over the quaint shops and cafes. He just needed to get home. To his dorm. To the safety of four walls where he could pretend, for a little while, that his life hadn’t gone completely off the rails.

“Creighton.”

The voice stopped him in his tracks. It was low, smooth, and unmistakable. Creighton’s stomach twisted, his pulse quickening. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Jeremy.

He kept walking, his pace quickening. Maybe if he ignored him, Jeremy would go away. Maybe this was just a bad dream. Maybe—

A hand clamped down on his shoulder, spinning him around. Creighton’s heart leapt into his throat as he found himself face-to-face with Jeremy Volkov. The man was as imposing as ever, his broad shoulders and sharp features commanding attention. His dark eyes bore into Creighton’s, a storm brewing behind them.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Jeremy said, his voice calm but laced with something dangerous. Something that sent a shiver down Creighton’s spine.

“I haven’t,” Creighton lied, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a step back, but Jeremy’s grip tightened, pulling him closer.

“Don’t lie to me,” Jeremy growled, his voice dropping lower. “I know you have. And I don’t like it.”

Creighton swallowed hard, his mind racing. He didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to get out of this. Jeremy was too close, too intense, too... everything.

“I just... I needed some time,” Creighton stammered, his voice trembling. “After everything that happened—”

“Time?” Jeremy cut him off, his lips curling into a smirk. “You think time is going to fix anything? You think you can just walk away from me? From us?”

Creighton’s breath hitched, his chest tightening. “Jeremy, I—”

Before he could finish, Jeremy’s lips were on his, cutting off any protest. The kiss was hard, possessive, and filled with a hunger that left Creighton dizzy. He tried to pull away, but Jeremy’s hands were everywhere—on his waist, in his hair, pulling him closer, claiming him.

Creighton’s body betrayed him, his lips parting as he kissed Jeremy back, his hands gripping the front of Jeremy’s shirt. It was wrong. He knew it was wrong. But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop.

Jeremy broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he stared down at Creighton. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “And I’m not letting you go.”

Creighton’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to argue. To tell Jeremy he was wrong. But the words wouldn’t come. Because deep down, he knew Jeremy was right.

Jeremy’s hand slid down to Creighton’s wrist, his grip firm as he started to pull him down the street. “Come on,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re going somewhere private.”

Creighton didn’t resist. He knew better. He let Jeremy lead him through the winding streets of Brighton Island, his mind racing with questions he didn’t have the answers to. Where were they going? What was Jeremy planning? And why did part of him not care?

It wasn’t long before they reached the docks, and Creighton’s stomach dropped as he realized where they were headed. Jeremy’s private yacht.

“Jeremy—” he started, his voice trembling as he tried to pull away.

But Jeremy’s grip was unrelenting, his eyes dark with determination. “Get on the boat, Creighton,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Creighton hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t want to go. But he didn’t have a choice. With a shaky breath, he stepped onto the yacht, his mind racing with fear and something else—something he couldn’t quite name.

Jeremy followed close behind, his presence overwhelming as he took the helm and started the engine. The yacht roared to life, the sound sending a jolt through Creighton’s body. He stumbled, his hands gripping the railing as the boat pulled away from the dock.

“Where are we going?” Creighton asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the engine.

Jeremy didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Creighton already knew. The private island. Jeremy’s sanctuary. A place where no one could interfere. Where no one could save him.

The ride was a blur, the waves crashing against the hull as the yacht sped through the water. Creighton’s stomach churned, his mind a whirlwind of fear and anticipation. He didn’t know what Jeremy had planned. But he knew it wasn’t going to be good.

When they finally reached the island, Jeremy didn’t waste any time. He grabbed Creighton’s wrist again, pulling him off the boat and onto the sandy shore. The sun was setting, casting the island in a warm, golden glow. But Creighton didn’t notice. All he could focus on was Jeremy’s hand on his wrist, the grip firm and unyielding.

Jeremy led him to the big mansion that sat at the edge of the island. It was private. Isolated. Perfect for whatever Jeremy had planned. Creighton’s heart raced as they stepped inside, the door closing behind them with a soft click.

Jeremy turned to him, his eyes dark with desire as he stepped closer. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said again, his voice low and dangerous. “And I don’t like it.”

Creighton’s breath hitched, his back pressing against the door as Jeremy closed the distance between them. “Jeremy, I—”

Jeremy’s lips cut him off again, the kiss hard and possessive. His hands were everywhere—on Creighton’s waist, in his hair, pulling him closer, claiming him. Creighton’s body betrayed him again, his hands gripping Jeremy’s shirt as he kissed him back, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Jeremy wasn’t listening. He pulled the sweatshirt over Creighton’s head, tossing it to the floor. His hands moved to the waistband of Creighton’s jeans, his fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. Creighton’s breath hitched, his hands gripping Jeremy’s shoulders as his jeans slid down his legs, pooling at his feet.

Jeremy’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Creighton standing there, half-naked and vulnerable. “Mine,” he growled again, his hands sliding up Creighton’s thighs. “All mine.”

Creighton’s body trembled, his mind a whirlwind of fear and desire. He knew he should stop this. Knew he should fight back. But he didn’t want to. He wanted Jeremy. Wanted this. And that scared him more than anything else.

Jeremy’s lips found his again, the kiss softer this time, but no less intense. His hands roamed over Creighton’s body, mapping every inch of him, claiming him. Creighton’s breath hitched, his hands sliding up Jeremy’s chest as he kissed him back, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

“Jeremy,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Jeremy pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he stared down at Creighton. “You’re mine,” he growled again, his voice low and rough. “And I’m not letting you go.”

Creighton’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing as Jeremy’s hands slid down to the waistband of his underwear. This was it. There was no turning back. He wanted this. Wanted Jeremy. And he was going to take it.

His lips crashed down on Creighton’s again, the kiss hard and possessive. His hands pull down Creighton's boxers and tosses them to the floor. Creighton’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Jeremy’s hands roamed over his bare skin, claiming him.

“So perfect baby,” Jeremy growled again, his voice low and rough. “All mine.”

Jeremy’s hands were firm, insistent, as he guided Creighton to the bed. The cool silk sheets whispered against his skin as Jeremy pushed him down, his body sprawling across the expanse of the mattress. Creighton’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his anticipation mingling with a delicious fear that sent shivers down his spine.

“You’re going to learn who you belong to,” Jeremy murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that made Creighton’s stomach tighten. He reached for something on the nightstand, and Creighton’s eyes widened as Jeremy produced a set of soft ropes. Without a word, Jeremy began to tie Creighton’s wrists to the bedposts, the knots tight but not painful. His ankles were next, secured with the same precision, leaving him spread open, utterly exposed.

“Jeremy—” Creighton began, but Jeremy silenced him with a sharp look, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity.

“No talking,” Jeremy commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Creighton swallowed hard, his body already trembling with the promise of what was to come.

Jeremy’s fingers trailed down Creighton’s chest, sending a cascade of goosebumps in their wake. He paused at Creighton’s nipples, already pert and begging for attention. Jeremy smirked, reaching for the pair of nipple clamps on the nightstand. The cold metal made Creighton gasp as Jeremy attached them, the pressure immediate and sharp.

“Fuckk,” Creighton breathed, his back arching off the bed as the sensation shot straight to his cock, already hard and leaking against his stomach.

Jeremy’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Good boy,” he purred, his hand sliding down Creighton’s body until his fingers brushed against his hole. Creighton shuddered, his breath hitching as Jeremy teased him, circling the tight ring of muscle but not pressing in.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jeremy murmured, his voice thick with desire. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick a stripe across Creighton’s entrance. Creighton cried out, his hips jerking against the restraints as the wet heat of Jeremy’s tongue sent shockwaves through his body.

Jeremy chuckled darkly, his breath warm against Creighton’s skin. “You like that?” he asked, though it wasn’t really a question. He knew Creighton did. He licked again, this time pressing his tongue inside, and Creighton’s entire body tensed, a strangled moan escaping his lips.

The sensation was overwhelming, Jeremy’s tongue working him open, stretching him, prepping him. But just as Creighton thought he might lose his mind from the pleasure, Jeremy pulled away, leaving him empty and desperate.

“Jer! please—” Creighton begged, his voice cracking with need.

Jeremy’s eyes darkened, and he reached for the vibrator on the nightstand, its sleek design gleaming in the dim light. He coated it with lube, the cool gel making Creighton shiver as Jeremy pressed the tip against his entrance.

“Relax,” Jeremy murmured, his voice a soothing balm despite the fire in his eyes. Creighton took a shaky breath, forcing himself to relax as Jeremy slowly pushed the vibrator inside. The stretch was intense, but Jeremy’s steady hand and the slow pace kept it from being painful.

When the vibrator was fully inside, Jeremy turned it on, the low hum sending vibrations through Creighton’s body. He gasped, his hips jerking instinctively as the pleasure began to build.

“Fuck, Jer—” Creighton moaned, his head falling back against the pillows as the vibrator worked him from the inside, the sensation unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

Jeremy watched him with a hungry gaze, his hands roaming over Creighton’s body, pinching and teasing as he took his time. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Creighton’s neck, and a strangled cry tore from Creighton’s throat as the combination of sensations became almost too much to bear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Jeremy growled, his voice thick with desire. He kissed Creighton fiercely, his tongue tangling with Creighton’s as his hips rocked against him, grinding his own hard cock against Creighton’s thigh.

The vibrator continued to buzz inside him, the pleasure building and building until Creighton was trembling, his cock throbbing with need. But every time he got close, Jeremy would pull back, denying him the release he so desperately craved.

“Please, Jer,” Creighton begged, his voice hoarse with desperation. “I need—I can’t—”

Jeremy smirked, his hand wrapping around Creighton’s cock and giving it a rough squeeze. “Not yet,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

He leaned down, his mouth closing around one of Creighton’s nipples, sucking and biting as the clamp heightened the sensation. Creighton cried out, his hips bucking against the restraints as the pleasure became almost unbearable.

Jeremy pulled away, his eyes blazing as he looked down at Creighton. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice a low growl. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

He reached for the flogger on the nightstand, the soft leather strips brushing against Creighton’s skin as he brought it down with a sharp crack. The sting was immediate, but it was quickly followed by a wave of pleasure that had Creighton moaning, his body writhing beneath Jeremy’s touch.

“M-more,” Creighton begged, his voice a desperate whimper. Jeremy obliged, the flogger landing again and again, each strike sending a jolt of pleasure through Creighton’s body.

By the time Jeremy finally put the flogger down, Creighton was a trembling mess, his body coated in a thin sheen of sweat as the overstimulation pushed him to the edge.

“Now,” Jeremy growled, positioning himself between Creighton’s legs. He pulled the vibrator out, replacing it with his cock, the thick head pressing against Creighton’s entrance.

Jeremy pushed in slowly, the stretch intense but oh so good as he filled Creighton completely. Creighton cried out, his body arching off the bed as Jeremy began to move, his hips rocking against Creighton’s with a relentless rhythm.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jeremy groaned, his pace increasing as he thrust into Creighton, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through them both.

Creighton’s head fell back, his moans filling the room as Jeremy fucked him, the pleasure building and building until it finally shattered, his orgasm tearing through him with an intensity that left him gasping for air.

Jeremy followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside Creighton, his name a guttural cry on his lips.

For a moment, they were both still, their heavy breaths the only sound in the room. Then Jeremy leaned down, capturing Creighton’s lips with a soft kiss.

Jeremy’s lips lingered on Creighton’s, the taste of him still sharp on his tongue as he pulled back just enough to speak. His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a softness to it that made Creighton’s chest tighten. “You’re mine now, Creighton. All mine. No running. No hiding.” He ran a hand through Creighton’s hair, his fingers tightening slightly as if to make his point clearer. “And I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

Creighton’s breath hitched, his body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. He wanted to argue, to push back, but the way Jeremy was looking at him—those predatory eyes softened by something almost like affection—made it impossible. His lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, he nodded faintly, his submission unspoken but undeniable.

Jeremy smirked, clearly satisfied, and untied the ropes that had bound Creighton to the bed. The moment Creighton’s wrists were free, Jeremy captured them, pulling him up into a sitting position. “Let’s go. I want to show you something.” His tone left no room for argument, but there was a flicker of excitement in his eyes that made Creighton’s stomach twist in anticipation.

“Where are we going?” Creighton asked, his voice barely above a whisper as Jeremy helped him to his feet. His legs were still shaky, but Jeremy’s grip was firm, steadying him.

“You’ll see.” Jeremy’s response was cryptic, but there was a warmth in his voice that made Creighton’s heart beat a little faster. He grabbed a light blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it over Creighton’s shoulders before leading him out of the bedroom.

The mansion was quiet, the only sound the soft click of their footsteps on the polished floor. Jeremy’s hand remained on the small of Creighton’s back, guiding him through the labyrinth of hallways until they reached a set of double doors that led outside. The warm night air hit Creighton’s skin the moment they stepped out, and he instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around himself.

“Relax,” Jeremy murmured, his hand sliding down to Creighton’s hip as they walked. “I’ve got you.”

Creighton glanced up at him, his eyes searching Jeremy’s face for any hint of what was going on in that head of his. But Jeremy’s expression was unreadable, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of the remnants of their earlier passion and something deeper—something that made Creighton’s chest ache in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

They walked in silence, the sound of the ocean growing louder with each step. The moon cast a soft glow over the beach, the waves crashing against the shore in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic pattern. Jeremy led Creighton to a secluded spot where a large blanket had been laid out, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Creighton’s eyes widened in surprise. “When did you—?”

“I had it set up while you were… occupied,” Jeremy said with a smirk, his tone teasing but not unkind. He guided Creighton to sit down on the blanket before pouring them each a glass of wine. “Thought we could use some fresh air.”

Creighton hesitated before taking the glass Jeremy offered him. He took a small sip, the rich flavor of the wine warming him from the inside out. The tension in his shoulders slowly began to ease, though his heart was still racing.

Jeremy sat down beside him, close enough that their shoulders brushed. He took a sip of his own wine before setting the glass aside and turning to face Creighton. His expression was serious now, the playful smirk gone. “Talk to me,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Creighton looked down at his glass, his fingers tracing the rim as he tried to gather his thoughts. “I don’t know,” he admitted after a long pause. “Everything feels so… complicated. I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel anymore.”

Jeremy reached out, his fingers gently tilting Creighton’s chin up so their eyes met. “You don’t have to have it all figured out, Creighton. Just tell me what you’re feeling right now. In this moment.”

Creighton swallowed hard, his chest tightening as he searched Jeremy’s eyes. “I feel… scared,” he admitted quietly. “But also… safe. With you. It doesn’t make sense.”

Jeremy’s lips curved into a small, almost tender smile. “It doesn’t have to make sense. Not right now.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against Creighton’s in a kiss that was surprisingly soft, almost chaste. “All that matters is that you’re here. With me.”

Creighton’s breath caught, his heart pounding in his chest as Jeremy’s lips lingered on his. The kiss deepened slowly, Jeremy’s hand cupping the back of Creighton’s neck as he pulled him closer. The taste of wine on Jeremy’s lips mixed with the saltiness of the ocean air, creating a heady concoction that made Creighton’s head spin.

When Jeremy finally pulled back, his breathing was just as ragged as Creighton’s. “You belong to me, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “And I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

Creighton’s heart skipped a beat, his chest aching with a mix of fear and longing. He wanted to argue, to tell Jeremy that he couldn’t just claim him like this. But the look in Jeremy’s eyes—raw, unfiltered desire mixed with something deeper—made it impossible. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against Jeremy’s as he whispered, “I don’t want to go.”

Jeremy’s grip on him tightened, his lips crashing against Creighton’s with a hunger that left them both breathless. The kiss was fierce, almost desperate, as if they were both trying to convey everything they couldn’t put into words. Jeremy’s hands roamed over Creighton’s body, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

Creighton’s fingers tangled in Jeremy’s hair, his heart racing as he kissed him back with equal fervor. The blanket slipped from his shoulders, leaving him exposed to the cool night air, but he barely noticed. All he could focus on was Jeremy—the feel of his lips, the heat of his body pressed against his, the way his hands seemed to know exactly where to touch to make Creighton’s breath catch.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing hard, their foreheads pressed together as they tried to catch their breath. Jeremy’s eyes were dark with desire, but there was something else there too—something that made Creighton’s chest ache in the most delicious way.

“You’re mine,” Jeremy whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “Tell me you are mine.”

Creighton’s heart skipped a beat, his chest tightening as he looked into Jeremy’s eyes. He wanted to argue, to tell Jeremy that he couldn’t just claim him like this. But the truth was, he didn’t want to. He wanted this—wanted Jeremy—with a desperation that scared him.

Instead of arguing, he leaned in, his lips brushing against Jeremy’s as he whispered, “I’m yours.”

Jeremy’s grip on him tightened, his lips crashing against Creighton’s with a hunger that left them both breathless. The kiss was fierce, almost desperate, as if they were both trying to convey everything they couldn’t put into words. Jeremy’s hands roamed over Creighton’s body, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

Creighton pulled back slightly, his chest rising and falling as he looked into Jeremy’s eyes. “What happens now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jeremy’s lips curved into a slow, almost predatory smile. “Now,” he said, his voice low and dripping with promise, "We have some fun."

Chapter Text

Aiden x Brandon

Brandon shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the dinner table, his fingers gripping the edge of the tablecloth as his breath hitched. The soft hum vibrating against his cock was almost unbearable, a constant reminder of the tiny device Aiden had slipped into his boxers earlier. He glanced across the table, catching his uncle’s smirking gaze. Aiden’s eyes were dark, filled with a predatory gleam that made Brandon’s stomach flip. He knew. Of course he knew.

The vibrator pulsed again, and Brandon’s thighs clenched instinctively. He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress the moan threatening to escape. Across from him, Clara was chatting animatedly about some school project, completely oblivious to the storm brewing under the table. Brandon had brought her here tonight to rile Aiden up, to make him jealous, but now he was the one unraveling.

Aiden leaned back in his chair, his fingers lazily drumming against the edge of his wine glass. “So, Clara,” he drawled, his voice dripping with a false casualness that sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine. “How long have you and Brandon been… seeing each other?”

Clara blushed, her cheeks turning a soft pink as she glanced at Brandon. “Oh, not too long. Just a few weeks. But he’s been so sweet to me.”

Brandon’s heart raced, but not because of Clara’s words. The vibrator’s intensity increased, and he felt his cock twitch, precum dampening the fabric of his boxers. He shifted again, trying to find relief, but there was none. Aiden’s smirk only widened, and Brandon knew he was doing this on purpose.

Landon, seated next to Brandon, nudged his brother with his elbow. “You okay, Bran? You look kind of… tense.”

Brandon forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “Yeah, fine. Just… not feeling great. Think I might need to lie down.”

Glyndon, sitting across from Landon, gave him a curious look. “You sure? You’ve barely touched your food.”

Brandon nodded, his voice strained. “Yeah, I just need a minute.” He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor, and hurried out of the dining room before anyone could protest.

He practically ran down the hallway, his hard cock aching with every step. He burst into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him, leaning against it as he gasped for air. His fingers trembled as he fumbled with his belt, desperate to free himself from the torment. He yanked down his pants and boxers, letting them pool at his ankles, and his cock sprang free, swollen and dripping.

Brandon stumbled toward the bed, collapsing onto the mattress. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking furiously as the vibrator continued to hum against him. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from his throat. “Fuck,” he whispered, his hips bucking into his hand as he chased his release.

The door creaked open, and Brandon froze, his heart pounding in his chest. Aiden stepped inside, his eyes immediately zeroing in on Brandon’s naked form. He closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click, and leaned against it, arms crossed over his chest. “Leaving dinner so soon?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Brandon glared at him, though his flushed face and trembling body betrayed him. “You did this on purpose” he whispered.

Aiden’s smirk returned as he pushed off the door and stepped closer. “Did what?” he asked innocently, though his eyes were anything but innocent. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his gaze raking over Brandon’s body. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”

Brandon’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t deny the truth. His cock was still hard, throbbing with need, and his body trembled with the effort to hold back. “Turn it off please,” he demaned, though his voice lacked any real authority.

Aiden raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Why would I do that when you look so… delicious like this?” He reached out, his fingers brushing against Brandon’s cheek before sliding down to his chest. His touch was electric, sending shivers through Brandon’s body.

Brandon’s breath hitched, his resolve crumbling under Aiden’s touch. “Uncle, please…”

“Please what?” Aiden asked, his hand trailing lower, his fingers brushing against Brandon’s nipple. He pinched it lightly, and Brandon jerked, a moan escaping his lips. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” Brandon whispered, his eyes closing as he gave in to the pleasure.

Aiden’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “Good boy.”

He straightened, his hand moving lower, teasingly close to Brandon’s cock. “You thought you could make me jealous, didn’t you?” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Bringing that girl here, flaunting her in front of me…”

Brandon’s eyes flew open, his guilt written all over his face. “I—I didn’t—”

Aiden’s hand slapped against Brandon’s ass, the sharp sting making him gasp. “Don’t lie to me,” Aiden said, his voice firm. “You wanted to push my buttons, didn’t you?”

Brandon nodded, his cheeks flushing even darker. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Aiden’s hand came down again, harder this time, and Brandon cried out, his cock twitching against his stomach. “And now you’re going to pay for it,” Aiden said, his tone dark with promise.

He moved quickly, grabbing Brandon’s hips and flipping him onto his stomach. Brandon’s face pressed into the mattress, his ass exposed to the air. Aiden’s hand came down again, the sharp smack echoing through the room. Brandon moaned, his hips bucking against the bed as pleasure and pain mixed together.

Aiden leaned down, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice possessive. “And I’m going to remind you of that.”

His hands slid down Brandon’s back, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of his ass. He spread Brandon’s cheeks, his breath hot against his hole. Brandon tensed, but Aiden’s tongue pressed against him, licking and teasing until Brandon was practically writhing on the bed.

“Uncle, please…” Brandon begged, his voice trembling.

Aiden smirked, his tongue delving deeper, stretching him open. He pulled back, his fingers replacing his tongue, pressing into Brandon’s tight heat. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “But you’re going to take me, aren’t you?”

Brandon nodded, his fingers clutching the sheets. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice breaking on the word.

Aiden’s fingers worked him open, stretching him until Brandon was gasping and moaning, his cock leaking against the sheets. “Good boy,” Aiden murmured, his voice filled with approval. “Now, let’s see if you can handle me.”

He moved quickly, positioning himself behind Brandon. His cock pressed against Brandon’s entrance, and Brandon tensed, his breath hitching. Aiden leaned down, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “I’ll take care of you.”

He pushed in slowly, the stretch making Brandon gasp. Aiden’s hands gripped Brandon’s hips, holding him steady as he bottomed out. He paused, letting Brandon adjust, before pulling back and thrusting in again.

Brandon moaned, his fingers clutching the sheets as Aiden set a steady rhythm. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he couldn’t hold back the cries that escaped his lips. Aiden’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, and Brandon’s world narrowed to the feel of his uncle inside him, claiming him completely.

“You’re mine,” Aiden growled, his voice filled with possessiveness. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Brandon whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m yours.”

Aiden’s thrusts grew faster, harder, and Brandon felt his orgasm building, his cock throbbing with need. Aiden’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “Come for me,” he commanded, his voice dark and demanding.

Brandon’s vision blurred, his body tensing as pleasure exploded through him. He came with a cry, his release spilling over Aiden’s hand and onto the sheets. Aiden followed soon after, his own release filling Brandon completely.

He collapsed onto Brandon, his breath hot against his ear. “Mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Brandon nodded, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Yours,” he whispered, his voice filled with surrender.

Aiden smirked, his fingers trailing over Brandon’s skin. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice filled with approval.

They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling as they came down from their high. Aiden pulled back, his fingers brushing against Brandon’s cheek. “Don’t ever try to make me jealous again,” he said, his voice firm.

Brandon nodded, his eyes closing as he leaned into Aiden’s touch. “I won’t,” he promised, his voice soft.

Aiden’s smirk returned, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s. “Good,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Because I’m not sharing you with anyone.”

Aiden kisses Brandon for a moment longer, the taste of their cum still fresh. “Come here,” Aiden murmured, pulling away with a smirk that sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine. He didn’t need to ask where they were going. The command in Aiden’s voice was enough. Brandon followed, his body still trembling from their earlier encounter, his skin flushed and sensitive.

The bathroom was dimly lit, the soft hum of the exhaust fan filling the air. Aiden turned the shower on, the sound of water hitting the tiles blending with the pounding of Brandon’s heart. Steam began to fill the room, wrapping them in a hazy warmth.

Aiden stepped forward, his hands finding Brandon’s hips. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. “Every inch of you.” His hands roamed over Brandon’s body, cupping his ass, squeezing firmly before delivering a sharp smack. Brandon gasped, the sting igniting a fire in his veins. Aiden’s smirk deepened as he guided Brandon into the shower.

The water cascaded over them, soaking their skin as Aiden pressed Brandon against the tiled wall. “Turn around,” he ordered, his voice firm. Brandon obeyed, his chest flush against the cool tiles as Aiden’s hands began to move over his back, down to his ass. “You were so naughty tonight,” Aiden murmured, his voice dripping with a mix of affection and menace. “Flirting with Clara, trying to make me jealous.” Another smack landed on Brandon’s ass, the sound echoing in the small space. Brandon’s breath hitched, his body arching into the touch.

Aiden’s hands were everywhere, scrubbing Brandon’s skin with a possessive roughness that left him breathless. He paid special attention to Brandon’s ass, his fingers massaging the sensitive flesh before slipping lower, teasing the tight hole. “So tight,” Aiden murmured, his voice husky. “So perfect.” Brandon moaned, his head falling back as Aiden’s fingers pressed inside him, stretching him open with deliberate slowness. The water made everything slick, the sensation of Aiden’s fingers moving in and out of him almost unbearable.

“Uncle…” Brandon gasped, his voice trembling. Aiden leaned forward, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “Shh,” he whispered. “Just let me take care of you.” His fingers curled, pressing against that sweet spot inside Brandon that had him seeing stars. Brandon’s knees buckled, but Aiden held him up, his other hand gripping Brandon’s hip tightly.

When Aiden finally pulled his fingers away, Brandon whimpered at the loss. Aiden’s eyes were dark with desire as he reached for the soap, lathering up his hands before wrapping them around Brandon’s cock. “You’re so hard for me,” Aiden murmured, his voice filled with amusement. “Always so eager.” He stroked Brandon slowly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head, teasing him mercilessly.

“Please…” Brandon begged, his hands gripping the tiles behind him for support. Aiden smirked, his grip tightening slightly as he sped up his strokes. “Not yet, baby,” he said, his voice teasing. “We’re not done yet.” He dropped to his knees, his hands spreading Brandon’s legs apart as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin of Brandon’s inner thigh. Brandon’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Aiden’s tongue moved lower, flicking over his balls before finally pressing against his hole.

“Fuckk” Brandon cried out, his hands tangling in Aiden’s hair as his uncle’s tongue pressed inside him. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of the water and Aiden’s skilled tongue driving Brandon to the edge. Aiden’s hands gripped Brandon’s hips, holding him still as he worked him open, his tongue thrusting in and out with a rhythm that had Brandon’s toes curling.

When Aiden finally pulled away, Brandon whimpered again, his body trembling with need. “On the sink,” Aiden ordered, his voice rough with desire. Brandon obeyed, his legs shaking as he climbed onto the counter, the cool surface a sharp contrast to his heated skin. Aiden stepped between his legs, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips as he pressed the head of his cock against his entrance.

“Ready?” Aiden asked, his voice low and teasing. Brandon nodded, his breath catching as Aiden pushed inside him again, stretching him open with a slow, deliberate thrust. “Fuck,…” Brandon moaned, his head falling back as his uncle filled him completely. Aiden’s hands moved to Brandon’s ass, gripping him tightly as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, but quickly growing harder, faster.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom, mingling with Brandon’s moans and Aiden’s growls of pleasure. “You’re mine,” Aiden growled, his hands tightening on Brandon’s hips. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Brandon gasped, his body arching into Aiden’s thrusts. “Always yours.” Aiden’s lips found Brandon’s, his kiss demanding and possessive as he fucked him harder, his cock hitting that spot inside Brandon that had him seeing stars. Brandon’s hands gripped Aiden’s shoulders, his nails digging into his skin as he clung to him, his body trembling with the intensity of his pleasure.

“Come for me, baby,” Aiden murmured, his voice husky with desire. Brandon didn’t need to be told twice. His body tensed, his cock twitching as he came, his release spurting between them. Aiden groaned, burying himself deep inside Brandon as he followed him over the edge, filling him with his cum.

Brandon’s heart raced as Aiden kissed him, his tongue claiming him once more. He knew he was in deep, but he didn’t care. He was Aiden’s, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

As they pulled away, Aiden reached for something on the counter, a small, shiny object that caught the light. “Open your legs,” he ordered, his voice low. Brandon obeyed, his breath hitching as Aiden pressed the cool metal plug against his entrance. “This stays in,” Aiden said, his voice firm as he pushed the plug inside, stretching Brandon open once more. “No one will know but us.”

Brandon nodded, his body trembling as Aiden helped him down from the counter. “Now let’s get you dressed,” Aiden said, his voice filled with a possessive affection that made Brandon’s stomach twist with desire. “You’re going back home, but you’ll always be mine.”

Chapter Text

Asher x Gareth x Killian

The study was dimly lit, Asher stood frozen in the doorway, his hand gripping the frame, his breath hitching in his throat.

There, in the center of the room, were his sons. Killian, the younger, more unpredictable of the two, had Gareth pinned against the edge of his desk. Gareth’s back was arched, his head tilted to the side as Killian’s lips devoured his neck. The sound of wet, desperate kisses filled the room, and Asher’s heart pounded in his chest.

Killian’s fingers tangled in Gareth’s dark hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss. Gareth’s hands gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles white, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Killian broke the kiss with a smirk, his lips swollen and glistening. He glanced over his shoulder, his icy blue eyes locking with Asher’s.

“Dad,” Killian purred, his voice low and teasing. “I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

Gareth’s eyes widened in panic, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “Dad, I—I can explain—”

Asher stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “No need, Gareth,” he said, his voice calm but laced with something darker, something desperate. “I think I understand perfectly.”

Killian’s smirk widened as he turned back to Gareth, his hands sliding down his brother’s chest. “See, Gareth? Dad gets it. He knows how good you feel. How much you want this.”

Gareth’s breath hitched as Killian’s fingers found the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one. His chest was revealed, pale and trembling, his nipples already hard and begging for attention. Killian leaned down, his tongue flicking over one of the sensitive buds, and Gareth let out a choked moan.

Asher’s eyes darkened as he approached, his gaze locked on Gareth’s flushed face. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You always have.”

Gareth’s eyes fluttered shut as Asher’s lips crashed against his, Asher's tongue sliding into his mouth with a possessive hunger. Killian watched with a wicked grin, his hands moving to Gareth’s waist, undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his hips.

“You’re such a good boy, Gareth,” Killian whispered against his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You’re going to let us take care of you, aren’t you?”

Gareth nodded weakly, his body quivering with anticipation. Killian’s hands moved to his chest, pinching and teasing his nipples as Asher kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling in a heated dance. Gareth’s moans grew louder, more desperate, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“That’s it,” Asher murmured against his lips. “Let go. Let us make you feel good.”

Killian’s lips trailed down Gareth’s chest, his tongue swirling around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Gareth gasped, his back arching off the desk as pleasure shot through him. Killian’s teeth grazed the sensitive bud, and Gareth’s hands flew to his brother’s head, tangling in his hair.

“Killian,” Gareth moaned, his voice trembling. “Please, don’t stop.”

Killian chuckled darkly, his fingers pinching and twisting Gareth’s other nipple. “You’re so easy, Gareth. You’re going to come just from this, aren’t you?”

Gareth’s breath hitched, his body tightening as pleasure coiled in his gut. “I—I can’t—”

Asher’s hand moved to Gareth’s cock, stroking him slowly, teasingly. “Yes, you can,” he growled. “Come for us.”

Gareth’s eyes rolled back as he came with a strangled cry, his body convulsing with pleasure. Killian and Asher watched with smug satisfaction, their hands and mouths continuing to tease and torment him as he rode out the waves of ecstasy.

“Look at him,” Killian murmured, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear. “He’s perfect.”

Asher nodded, his eyes dark with desire. “He’s always been perfect.”

Killian’s hands moved to Gareth’s hips, turning him onto his hands and knees. Asher moved behind him, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips as he positioned himself at his son’s entrance. Killian knelt in front of Gareth, his cock pressing against his lips.

“Open up, Gareth,” Killian commanded, his voice low and demanding.

Gareth opened his mouth obediently, his tongue licking the tip of Killian’s cock before taking him in fully. Asher groaned as he pushed into Gareth, his cock stretching him open, filling him completely.

“Good boy,” Asher growled, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips tightly. “You’re taking us so well.”

Killian’s hands tangled in Gareth’s hair, his hips thrusting into his brother’s mouth. “You’re such a slut, Gareth,” he teased, his voice breathless. “You love this, don’t you?”

Gareth moaned around Killian’s cock, his body trembling as Asher and Killian moved in tandem, their cocks filling him completely. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slap of skin against skin, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

Asher’s hand moved to Gareth’s ass, spanking him sharply. Gareth cried out, his body jolting forward, his cock hard and leaking once more.

“You’re ours, Gareth,” Asher growled, his thrusts growing harder, more desperate. “You’ll always be ours.”

Killian’s hips snapped forward, his cock hitting the back of Gareth’s throat. “Come for us again, Gareth,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Show us how much you want this.”

Gareth’s body tightened as he came again, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum onto the floor. Asher and Killian followed soon after, their cocks pulsing as they filled Gareth with their release.

Asher pulled out slowly, his hands gently caressing Gareth’s trembling body. “You did so well, sweetheart.” he murmured, his voice filled with pride and affection.

Killian leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Gareth’s forehead. “You’re our masterpiece, Gareth,” he whispered, his voice filled with something almost like love.

Gareth whimpered softly, his body collapsing onto the floor, completely spent. Asher and Killian watched him with dark, possessive eyes, their bodies still thrumming with the heat of their shared desire.

“We’re not done baby,” Killian murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on Gareth’s sweat-slicked skin. “Not even close.”

Asher’s hands gripped Gareth’s waist, lifting him effortlessly off the floor. Gareth’s body was still trembling, his breath shallow, but he didn’t resist. Killian was already ahead of them, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he threw open the door to the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of arousal and sweat. Asher laid Gareth down gently on the bed, his fingers brushing over Gareth’s flushed cheeks. “You’re so beautiful like this,” Asher murmured, his voice low and possessive. “Completely ours.”

Killian climbed onto the bed, straddling Gareth’s hips. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear. “You’re not going to make it easy for us, are you?” he teased, his breath hot against Gareth’s skin.

Gareth whimpered, his hands gripping the sheets as Killian’s lips trailed down his neck, biting and sucking until a fresh mark bloomed on his pale skin. Asher watched with dark eyes, his hands moving to Gareth’s chest, pinching and twisting his nipples until Gareth arched off the bed, a low moan escaping his lips.

“Remember, sweetheart,” Asher said, his voice firm. “You’re not allowed to cum until we say so.”

Killian’s hands joined Asher’s, their fingers working in unison to tease Gareth’s sensitive nipples. Gareth’s breath hitched, his body writhing beneath them. “Please,” he gasped, his voice trembling. “I can’t—I can’t—”

“You can,” Killian interrupted, his voice sharp. “You’re our good boy, aren’t you?”

Gareth nodded frantically, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold back the rising tide of pleasure. But it was too much. The combination of their hands on his chest, their mouths on his skin, was overwhelming. His body convulsed, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he came, untouched, staining his stomach with streaks of white.

Asher’s hand came down hard on Gareth’s ass, the sound of the spank echoing through the room. “Naughty boy,” he growled, his voice filled with a mix of anger and arousal. “You didn’t listen.”

Gareth whimpered, tears welling in his eyes as the sting of the spank radiated through him. But even as he cried out, there was a part of him that reveled in the pain, in the way it made him feel completely at their mercy.

Killian’s fingers traced the red mark on Gareth’s ass, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “I think he needs to be punished,” he said, his voice filled with dark amusement. “Don’t you, father?”

Asher’s eyes darkened, his hands moving to Gareth’s hips. “Turn over,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Gareth hesitated for a moment, his body trembling with fear and anticipation. But then he obeyed, rolling onto his stomach and presenting himself to them. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he waited for what was to come.

Killian’s fingers teased his entrance, circling the rim before pressing inside. Gareth gasped, his body arching as Killian’s fingers stretched him, preparing him for what was to come. Asher’s hands gripped Gareth’s hips, holding him in place as Killian added a second finger, then a third, scissoring him open until Gareth was moaning uncontrollably, his body shaking with pleasure.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Asher murmured, his voice filled with praise. “You’re taking us so beautifully.”

Gareth’s breath hitched at the words, his body trembling with the desire to please them. He wanted their praise, their approval, more than anything. And when Killian’s fingers brushed against his prostate, he couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped his lips.

“I think he’s ready,” Killian said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Are you ready for us, Gareth?”

Gareth nodded frantically, his body trembling with anticipation. He wanted them, needed them, more than he had ever needed anything in his life.

Asher’s gaze locked onto Gareth’s trembling form, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Killian’s eyes flicked up to meet Asher’s, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. “He’s ready for us, Father,” Killian said, his voice dripping with confidence. “He is so mesmerizing~”

Gareth’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. His voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of his need. “M-more....”

Asher stepped forward, his hand caressing Gareth’s cheek, the touch both possessive and tender. “Such a good boy,” he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down Gareth’s spine. “You’re going to take us so well, aren’t you?”

Gareth nodded, his breath hitching as he felt Killian’s hands grip his hips, positioning him on all fours. The cool air of the room brushed against his skin, making him hyper-aware of his vulnerability. He could feel the weight of their gazes on him, the intensity of their desire, and it sent a thrill of anticipation through his body.

Killian’s fingers trailed down Gareth’s spine, sending a ripple of sensation through him. “Look at you,” Killian purred, his voice filled with admiration. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of Gareth’s entrance, making him gasp. “So tight,” Killian whispered, his voice low and teasing. “But not for long.”

Asher positioned himself behind Gareth, his hands gripping his son’s hips with a firm, possessive hold. “Relax, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soothing yet commanding. “We’ll take care of you.”

Gareth’s breath came in short, uneven gasps as he felt the tip of Asher’s cock press against him. The stretch was intense, but he forced himself to relax, to trust them. Asher pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside him. Gareth moaned, the sound muffled against the sheets, as the sensation of being filled overwhelmed him.

Killian’s hands gripped Gareth’s hips tighter as he positioned himself beside Asher. “Ready, Father?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Asher nodded, his eyes never leaving Gareth’s trembling form. “Together,” he said, his voice firm.

Killian pushed in slowly, the sensation of being stretched even further making Gareth cry out. His body trembled as he felt them both inside him, filling him completely. The stretch was almost too much, but the pleasure that came with it was overwhelming.

“God, sweetheart,” Asher groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You feel incredible.”

Killian’s breath hitched as he adjusted to the tightness, his eyes locking onto Gareth’s face. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. “So… cute.”

They began to move, slowly at first, allowing Gareth to adjust to the sensation. But soon, their pace increased, their thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. Gareth’s moans filled the room, the sound a mix of pleasure and desperation as he was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body.

Asher’s hands gripped Gareth’s hips tighter as he thrust into him, his movements growing more erratic. “You’re taking us so well,” he growled, his voice filled with pride. “Such a good boy.”

Killian’s thrusts matched Asher’s, his dark eyes locked onto Gareth’s face as he watched every expression of pleasure that crossed it. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Gareth’s body trembled as the intensity of their thrusts increased, the pleasure building inside him until it was almost unbearable. He could feel them both inside him, their cocks brushing against his prostate with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.

“Please,” Gareth begged, his voice trembling with need. “Please… I can’t… I need…”

Asher’s hand reached down to stroke Gareth’s cock, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “Come for us, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice filled with encouragement.

Killian’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing heavy as he felt himself nearing the edge. He groaned, his voice filled with desperation. “So… perfect.”

Gareth’s body tensed as the pleasure built inside him, the sensations overwhelming him until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He cried out as he came, his body trembling with the force of his release.

Asher and Killian followed soon after, their thrusts growing more erratic as they both reached their climax. They filled him completely, their cum spilling inside him until he felt full, until his stomach began to swell slightly with the sheer volume of it.

Asher’s hands caressed Gareth’s swollen stomach, a look of pride and possessiveness in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. “Full of us.”

Killian, looking at Gareth’s face, a wicked grin spreads across his lips. “We should keep you like this,” he whispered, his voice filled with dark amusement. “Always full of us.”

Gareth’s body trembled as he felt their cum inside him, the sensation both overwhelming and strangely comforting. He could feel their possessiveness, their desire to keep him like this, and it sent a thrill of pleasure through him.

Asher’s hand caressed Gareth’s cheek, his touch tender yet possessive. “You’re ours,” he murmured, his voice filled with conviction. “Always.”

Killian’s fingers traced patterns on Gareth’s skin, his touch both teasing and possessive. “And we’ll never let you go,” he whispered, his voice filled with dark promise.

Chapter Text

Nikolai x Brandon

The water fell over Brandon’s shoulders, steam surrounding him as he leaned against the cool tile, trying to clear his head. The bathroom was massive, all marble and glass, and usually it felt like a sanctuary. But tonight, his mind was anything but calm.

His phone, sitting on the counter just outside the shower, buzzed incessantly. Again. He didn’t need to look to know who it was. Clara. She’d been relentless for weeks now, sending him texts that grew bolder and more inappropriate by the day. At first, he’d tried to be kind, firm but gentle in his rejections. I’m with someone else now. It’s over between us. But Clara wasn’t taking the hint. Her latest message had been… graphic. He’d felt his cheeks burn just reading it.

Brandon sighed, tilting his head back under the spray. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he also didn’t know how to make her stop without being cruel. And he definitely didn’t know how to tell Nikolai. Niko—the thought of him sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine that had nothing to do with the water’s temperature. Nikolai was intense, passionate, and yes, a little possessive....ok VERY possessive. The kind of possessive that made Brandon feel adored and on edge at the same time. If Niko found out about Clara’s texts… Brandon didn’t even want to think about it.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the front door open or the sound of Nikolai’s shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. He didn’t hear the footsteps approaching the bathroom. What he did hear was the sudden, sharp buzz of his phone, followed by another, and another. It sounded like an alarm.

“What the hell?” Nikolai’s voice cut through the steam, low and dangerous.

Brandon’s heart dropped. No. No, no, no. Before he could move, the shower door slid open, and there stood Nikolai, his clothes on the floor, his dark eyes locked on Brandon’s phone.

“Whose texts are these?” Nikolai’s tone was deceptively calm, but Brandon knew better. He could see the storm brewing behind those eyes.

“It’s… it’s not what you think,” Brandon stammered, wiping water from his face. His heart was pounding now, and it wasn’t just because Nikolai was naked...

Nikolai picked up the phone, scrolling through the messages. His jaw tightened with each one. “Clara,” he said, the name dripping with disdain. “Your ex. The one who wouldn’t take no for an answer. The one who’s been sending you these… filthy messages.”

Brandon swallowed. “Niko, I swear, I’ve been trying to shut her down. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to upset you—”

“Upset me?” Nikolai’s voice rose, sharp and cutting. “You think this is about being upset? You’ve been hiding this from me, Brandon. Letting her think she still has a chance with you. Do you have any idea what that does to me? How it makes me feel?”

Brandon stepped closer, reaching for him, but Nikolai stepped back, his expression unreadable. “Niko, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I don’t want her. I want you.”

Nikolai’s eyes softened for just a moment before they hardened again. “If you wanted me, you would have told me. You would have let me handle this.”

Before Brandon could respond, Nikolai pulled out his own phone, dialing a number with quick, precise movements. “It’s me,” he said when the call connected. “I need you to deal with Clara. Yes, that Clara. Make sure she understands that Brandon is mine.”

Brandon’s stomach churned. “Niko, what are you doing?”

Nikolai hung up, putting his phone onto the counter. He stepped into the shower, water falling as he crowded Brandon against the wall. “I’m taking care of the problem. Just like you should have done weeks ago.”

His hands gripped Brandon’s waist, possessive and unyielding. “Now,” Nikolai murmured, his voice low and dangerous, “you and I are going to have a little talk about honesty.”

Brandon’s breath hitched as Nikolai’s lips brushed his ear. “Niko… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Hush,” Nikolai interrupted, his fingers trailing up Brandon’s chest. “You’ll have plenty of time to apologize. But first, I need to make sure you understand one thing.”

Brandon’s back pressed against the tile as Nikolai leaned in, his breath hot against his skin. “You’re mine. And I don’t share.”

The words sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine, a mix of fear and something else entirely. Nikolai’s lips captured his in a searing kiss, all heat and demand, and Brandon couldn’t help but respond. His hands tangled in Nikolai’s hair, pulling him closer as the water continued to pour over them.

“Do you understand?” Nikolai whispered against his lips, his hands roaming, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Yes,” Brandon gasped, his head spinning. “I understand.”

Nikolai’s lips curved into a smirk, dark and possessive. “Good. Now let me show you what happens when you keep secrets from me.”

And just as he lowered his head to claim Brandon’s neck, the sound of Brandon’s phone buzzing again shattered the moment. Nikolai froze, his eyes narrowing as he pulled back.

“Looks like Clara still doesn’t know her place,” he said, his voice cold.

Brandon’s stomach twisted. “Niko, let me handle it—”

“No,” Nikolai interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll deal with her. For good.”

He stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his (amazing abs) as he picked up Brandon’s phone and read the latest message. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, Brandon thought he might throw the phone across the room. Instead, Nikolai slipped it into his pocket as he started dressing up and turned back to Brandon.

“Get dressed,” he said, his voice hard. “We’re going out.”

Brandon blinked, confusion and apprehension knotting together in his chest. “Out? Where?”

Nikolai’s smile was dark, the kind of smile that sent shivers down Brandon’s spine. “To see Clara.”

Nikolai’s grip on Brandon’s wrist was firm, unyielding, as he led him to a warehouse. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and something darker, more primal. Brandon’s heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear, yet beneath it all, a flicker of something else—arousal, perhaps, or the thrill of Nikolai’s dominance. Clara was already there, her face pale, her wide eyes darting between the two men. She opened her mouth to speak, but Nikolai’s voice cut through the silence like a whip.

“Clara,” he said, his tone icy, his jaw tight. “You’ve been very… persistent.”

Clara’s lips trembled. “I—I just wanted to—”

“Silence,” Nikolai snapped, his voice low and commanding. He turned to Brandon, his dark eyes burning with intensity. “Strip.”

Brandon’s breath hitched. “Nikolai, I—”

“Now, Baby,” Nikolai growled, his voice sharp enough to make Brandon flinch.

Hands shaking, Brandon obeyed, peeling off his clothes piece by piece until he stood completely bare, his body exposed to the cool air and Clara’s horrified gaze. Nikolai stepped behind him, his hands trailing down Brandon’s spine, his touch firm and possessive.

“Do you see this, Clara?” Nikolai’s voice was low, almost a purr, as his hands slid around Brandon’s waist. “This is mine. Only mine.”

Before Brandon could react, Nikolai’s hand came down hard on his ass, the sharp crack of skin against skin echoing through the room. Brandon gasped, the sting making his knees buckle slightly, but Nikolai’s grip kept him upright.

“Count,” Nikolai commanded, his voice steady, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear.

“O-one,” Brandon stammered, his voice shaky, his face burning with humiliation.

Another spank landed, harder this time, and Brandon hissed. “T-two.”

Clara watched, her face pale, her hands clutching the arms of the chair she was seated in. She looked like she might bolt, but something—fear—kept her rooted in place.

“Good boy,” Nikolai murmured, his voice dripping with approval. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s neck before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin. Brandon cried out, his body arching instinctively, his hands gripping Nikolai’s arm for support.

“Mine,” Nikolai whispered against his skin, the word sending a shiver down Brandon’s spine.

Nikolai stepped back, his leather jacket creaking as he turned to Clara. “You see now, don’t you? You can’t have him. You never will.”

Clara nodded frantically, tears welling in her eyes. “I—I understand. I’m sorry, I—”

“Shut up,” Nikolai interrupted, his voice cold. His attention returned to Brandon, his hands gripping the younger man’s hips and turning him to face Clara. “Kneel.”

Brandon hesitated for a moment, his pride warring with his desire to obey. But the look in Nikolai’s eyes left no room for defiance. He dropped to his knees, his face flushed, his hands trembling at his sides.

Nikolai unzipped his pants, his erection springing free, and Brandon’s eyes widened. “Open your mouth, Baby,” Nikolai commanded, his voice soft but firm.

Brandon obeyed, his lips parting as Nikolai guided himself inside. The sensation was overwhelming, the warmth of Nikolai’s cock filling his mouth, the salty taste of pre-cum on his tongue. Nikolai’s hand fisted in his hair, holding him in place as he began to thrust, slow and deliberate, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through Brandon’s body.

“That’s it, Baby,” Nikolai murmured, his voice rough with need. “Take it all.”

Clara’s eyes were glued to the scene, her face a mixture of shock and horror. But Nikolai didn’t spare her a glance. His focus was entirely on Brandon, on the way his lips stretched around him, the way his throat muscles worked as he swallowed.

“So good for me,” Nikolai praised, his voice soft and reverent. “My Lotus flower.”

He pulled out abruptly, leaving Brandon gasping for air. Without warning, Nikolai spun him around, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips as he pushed him forward, bending him over the arm of a nearby chair.

“Nikolai, please,” Brandon whimpered, his voice trembling.

“Begging already, Baby?” Nikolai teased, his voice dripping with amusement. His fingers trailed down Brandon’s spine, sending shivers through his body. “We’re just getting started.”

Nikolai’s fingers dipped between Brandon’s cheeks, teasing his entrance before pushing one inside. Brandon gasped, his body tensing at the intrusion.

“Relax,” Nikolai murmured, his voice soothing now, his fingers working slowly, methodically. “That’s it, Baby. Take it.”

He added a second finger, the stretch making Brandon’s breath hitch. Nikolai’s thumb pressed against his perineum, the sensations overwhelming, making Brandon’s cock twitch with need.

“No,” Nikolai said suddenly, his voice firm as he pulled his fingers out. “Not yet.”

Brandon groaned in frustration, but Nikolai’s hand came down hard on his ass again, the sharp pain making him cry out.

“You don’t get to come yet,” Nikolai said, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “Not until I say so.”

Clara looked like she might faint, her face pale, her hands gripping the edge of her seat. But Nikolai didn’t spare her a glance. His focus was entirely on Brandon, on the way his body trembled beneath his touch, the way his breath hitched with every caress.

“Mine,” Nikolai whispered again, his voice a low growl as he sank his teeth into Brandon’s shoulder.

Brandon cried out, his body arching, his hands gripping the edge of the chair for support. Nikolai’s hands roamed over his body, possessive and demanding, marking him as his own.

“N-Nikolai,” Brandon whimpered, his voice trembling, his body burning with need.

Nikolai’s lips curved into a smirk; his eyes dark with desire. “Not yet, Baby. We’re not done.”

Nikolai orders a guard to get rid of Clara permanently and continues to kiss Brandon as Clara is finally gone.

“Mine,” Nikolai growled again, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear as his hands continued to roam possessively over his body. Brandon shuddered, his skin hypersensitive from the overstimulation, every touch sending electric jolts through him. Nikolai’s lips trailed down Brandon’s neck, nipping and sucking, leaving marks that Brandon knew would linger for days. Claiming me, Brandon thought, his mind hazy with pleasure and pain.

Nikolai’s hands slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of Brandon’s hips before moving to his nipples. He flicked one lightly, earning a sharp gasp from Brandon, then pinched it hard. Brandon’s back arched, his hips jerking forward as a low moan escaped his lips. Nikolai smirked, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and desire. “So sensitive,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in slow, torturous circles.

Brandon’s hands flew to Nikolai’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the hard muscle as he tried to steady himself. “N-Nikolai,” he whimpered, his voice trembling. “Please… I can’t…”

“You can,” Nikolai interrupted, his voice firm. He moved to the other nipple, his teeth grazing it lightly before sucking hard. Brandon cried out, his body writhing under the dual sensations of pleasure and pain. Nikolai’s hand slipped lower, his fingers teasing Brandon’s entrance, already slick with lube from earlier. He pushed one finger in slowly, his movements deliberate, watching Brandon’s face closely as he adjusted to the intrusion.

Brandon’s breath hitched, his hips rocking back instinctively as Nikolai added a second finger. Nikolai curled his fingers, searching for that spot that would make Brandon unravel. When he found it, Brandon’s entire body tensed, a broken moan torn from his throat. Nikolai’s lips curved into a predatory smile, his fingers working Brandon with a relentless rhythm. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “You feel so good around my fingers, Brandon.”

Brandon’s head fell back, his chest heaving as Nikolai’s fingers pressed against his prostate. “I-I can’t…” he gasped, his hands clutching at Nikolai’s shoulders. “Please, I need to…”

“Not yet,” Nikolai said firmly, his voice brooking no argument. He removed his fingers, ignoring Brandon’s whimper of protest, and moved to kneel between Brandon’s legs. He leaned down, his tongue replacing his fingers as he licked and teased Brandon’s entrance. Brandon’s hips jerked upward, his hands fisting in the sheets as Nikolai’s tongue explored him with a relentless intensity.

“Nikolai!” Brandon cried out, his voice breaking. His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release, but Nikolai was determined to keep him on the edge. Nikolai’s tongue pressed inside, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips to hold him still. Brandon’s moans grew louder, his thighs trembling as Nikolai’s tongue worked him mercilessly.

Finally, Nikolai pulled back, his lips glistening as he looked up at Brandon. “Now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. He stood, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips as he positioned himself at Brandon’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, savouring the way Brandon’s body stretched to accommodate him. Brandon’s breath hitched, his eyes closing as Nikolai buried himself to the hilt.

“You’re mine,” Nikolai growled, his hips snapping forward as he began to move. Brandon’s back arched, his hands flying to Nikolai’s arms as Nikolai set a punishing pace. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting Brandon’s prostate with unerring accuracy. Brandon’s moans filled the room, his body writhing under Nikolai’s relentless onslaught.

“N-Nikolai!” Brandon screamed, his voice breaking as Nikolai’s thrusts became harder, faster. Nikolai’s hands tightened on Brandon’s hips, his own breathing ragged as he drove them both closer to the edge. Brandon’s body was a live wire, every nerve ending on fire as Nikolai fucked him into oblivion.

“Come for me,” Nikolai commanded, his voice rough with need. Brandon’s body obeyed instantly, his back arching as his release ripped through him. Nikolai’s own orgasm followed moments later, his hips slamming forward as he buried himself deep inside Brandon, filling him.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breathing ragged. Then Nikolai pulled out, his hands gentle as he helped Brandon straighten up. Brandon’s legs were weak, his body still trembling from the intensity of their coupling. Nikolai wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close as he kissed the top of his head. He carried him out and took him back to their home. Nikolai gently puts him on the bed and cleans him up, then joins him holding Brandon close, “You belong to me, my Lotus-flower~”

Chapter Text

Landon x Brandon

The air in Brandon's room was thick, almost suffocating, as he lay curled up on his bed. His skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with a need he couldn’t quite understand. His head was hazy, his thoughts muddled, but one thing was clear—he kept thinking of Landon. His twin. His alpha. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but the ache in his body didn’t care about what was supposed to be.

The door creaked open, and Brandon’s breath hitched. He didn’t need to look to know who it was. The scent of cedar and spice filled the room, mingling with the sweet, heady aroma of his own pheromones. Landon. Of course it was Landon.

"Bran," Landon’s voice was low, rough, and it sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine. "You’re in heat."

Brandon turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting Landon’s. The alpha’s gaze was intense, predatory, and it made Brandon’s stomach flip. "I… I didn’t think it would be this bad," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Landon stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He moved with a deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s. "You’ll learn to handle it," he said, his tone possessive, almost... proud. "But I’m here now. You don’t have to go through it alone."

Brandon swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to protest, to tell Landon to leave, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he watched as Landon approached the bed, his presence overwhelming.

Landon knelt beside the bed, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Brandon’s forehead. The touch was gentle, but it sent a jolt of heat through Brandon’s body. "You’re beautiful like this," Landon murmured, his voice dripping with something dark and possessive. "My omega."

The words made Brandon’s breath catch. His omega. The idea should have scared him, but instead, it lit something deep inside him. He couldn’t deny it—he wanted Landon. Needed him.

Landon leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. "I’ve waited for this," he whispered, his breath hot against Brandon’s skin. "Waited for you."

Brandon’s hands trembled as they reached out, gripping the front of Landon’s shirt. He didn’t know what he was doing, only that he couldn’t stop. "Landon," he breathed, his voice shaky.

Landon’s lips crashed into his before he could say anything else. The kiss was hungry, desperate, and it sent a wave of heat through Brandon’s body. He moaned into it, his hands fisting in Landon’s shirt as the alpha deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against Brandon’s.

Landon’s hands were everywhere—tangling in Brandon’s hair, sliding down his back, gripping his hips. He pulled Brandon closer, until there was no space between them, until Brandon could feel the heat of Landon’s body seeping into his own.

"Mine," Landon growled against Brandon’s lips, the word tinged with a possessiveness that made Brandon’s heart race.

Brandon’s head was spinning, his world reduced to the feel of Landon’s lips on his, the heat of his body pressing against him. He didn’t think, didn’t care about anything else. All that mattered was this. Landon.

Landon’s hands moved to the hem of Brandon’s shirt, tugging it up slowly. Brandon’s breath hitched as the cool air hit his skin, but before he could protest, Landon’s lips were on his neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive skin.

"You smell so good," Landon murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Want to taste you, claim you."

Brandon’s hands tightened in Landon’s hair as the alpha’s teeth grazed his neck. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure through him, and he couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped his lips.

Landon’s hands moved to the button of Brandon’s pants, undoing it with practiced ease. "Let me take care of you," he whispered, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. "Let me make you mine."

Brandon’s mind was a haze of need, but somewhere in the back of it, a small voice warned him that this wasn’t right. That Landon was his brother. That this could never work. But the voice was drowned out by the heat coursing through his veins, by the feel of Landon’s hands on his skin.

"Landon," Brandon whispered, his voice trembling. "I…"

"Shh," Landon cut him off, his lips capturing Brandon’s in another searing kiss. "Don’t think. Just feel."

Brandon’s protests died in his throat as Landon’s hands slid beneath the waistband of his boxers, his touch electric. He gasped into the kiss, his body arching into Landon’s touch.

Landon pulled back slightly, his eyes blazing with something wild, untamed. "You’re mine, Bran," he said, his voice a low growl. "Always have been. Always will be."

Brandon’s breath caught as Landon’s lips moved to his neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He knew what was coming, could feel it in the way Landon’s body tensed with anticipation.

Landon’s teeth sank into his neck, and Brandon’s world exploded in a haze of pleasure and pain. He cried out, his fingers digging into Landon’s shoulders as the alpha marked him, claimed him.

When Landon finally pulled back, his lips were stained with blood, and his eyes were dark with satisfaction. "Mine," he whispered, his voice rough.

Brandon’s head was spinning, his body trembling with the shocks of the bite. He could feel the mark on his neck, a permanent reminder of what Landon had done. What they had done.

Landon’s hands were gentle now, his touch almost reverent as he brushed his fingers over the mark. "You’re perfect," he murmured, his voice softer now. "My perfect omega."

Brandon wanted to say something, to protest, to tell Landon that this was wrong. But the words wouldn’t come. All he could think about was the way Landon’s hands felt on his skin, the way his lips felt against his.

Landon leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s in a soft, tender kiss. "You’re mine now," he whispered, his voice filled with something that sounded almost... triumphant. "No one else can have you."

Brandon’s heart raced at the words, at the possessiveness in Landon’s voice. He knew he should push him away, should tell him to stop. But he couldn’t. Not when every part of him was screaming for more.

Landon’s hands moved to his waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together, until there was no space between them. "I’ve waited so long for this," he murmured, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. "Waited for you."

Brandon’s breath hitched as Landon’s hands slid down his back, his touch sending shivers down his spine. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do. All he knew was that he couldn’t stop.

Landon’s lips found his neck again, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive skin. "You’re mine, Bran," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Forever."

Brandon’s hands tightened in Landon’s hair as the alpha’s teeth grazed his neck. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure through him, and he couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped his lips.

Landon’s hands moved to the hem of Brandon’s shirt, tugging it up slowly. Brandon’s breath hitched as the cool air hit his skin, but before he could protest, Landon’s lips were on his chest, trailing hot kisses down his torso.

Brandon’s head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut as Landon’s lips and hands explored his body. He didn’t know how much more he could take, didn’t know how much longer he could resist.

"Lan-," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Landon pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "What is it?" he asked, his voice rough.

Brandon’s breath hitched as he met Landon’s gaze. "I… I don’t know if this is right," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Landon’s eyes softened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s in a gentle kiss. "It’s right, Bran," he murmured. "You’re mine, and I’m yours. That’s all that matters."

Brandon’s heart raced at the words, at the certainty in Landon’s voice. He wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that this was real. But there was still a small voice in the back of his mind, warning him that this was wrong. But it didn't matter in that moment as all he wanted was Landon.

Its been 2 months since Brandon’s first heat and when Landon had marked him. No one knew about their relationship yet as Brandon was worried about what people would think. Brandon was thinking about finally coming out and telling their family and friends about them, when the doorbell rang. It was Clara, his ex. “Baby! I missed you so much!” Clara hugs Brandon, but he immediately pushes her off.

“What are you doing here Clara?” he asked worried that Landon would see as he was inside. “I just missed you so much babe—” Suddenly a voice cuts her off

“Why is the trash on our front door?” Landon spoke with annoyance and ordered the guards to take her away. Clara was screaming at them to let her go but was ignored. Landon dragged Brandon inside, his grip firm on Bran’s wrist and pinned him to the wall.

His hands were on Brandon the moment the front door slammed shut, his fingers digging into his waist as he pressed him against the wall. The air was thick with the sharp scent of jealousy, cedar and spice clashing with Brandon’s sweet omega pheromones. Landon’s chest heaved, his voice a low growl that reverberated through Brandon’s body.

“You let her touch you,” Landon accused, his breath hot against Brandon’s neck. His teeth grazed the mark he’d left there months ago, the one that declared Brandon belonged to him and him alone. “Your ex. Did you forget whose omega you are?”

Brandon trembled, his hands instinctively gripping Landon’s broad shoulders for balance. “I didn’t—she showed up unannounced, Lan. I didn’t want her here. You know it’s only you. Only you.”

Landon’s lips curled into a predatory smile, and he leaned in, capturing Brandon’s mouth in a searing kiss. It was possessive and demanding, his tongue slipping past Brandon’s lips to claim him all over again. Brandon moaned into the kiss, his body melting against his brother’s, the heat between them undeniable.

When Landon finally pulled back, his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire. “Good. Because I’m not sharing you, Bran. Not ever. You’re mine.” His hands slid down to grip Brandon’s hips, lifting him effortlessly and carrying him toward the bedroom.

Brandon’s heart raced, his body already responding to Landon’s touch. He clung to him, burying his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his alpha. “Lan,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “What are you—”

“I’m going to remind you who you belong to,” Landon interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. He kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and laid Brandon down on the bed with a gentleness that contrasted his earlier harshness. His hands moved to the hem of Brandon’s shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion.

Landon’s gaze roamed over Brandon’s bare chest, his lips parting as he took in the sight of his omega. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with want. He leaned down, his mouth closing over one of Brandon’s nipples, sucking and teasing until Brandon keened, his back arching off the bed.

“Lan,” Brandon gasped, his fingers tangling in Landon’s hair. “Fuckk—I need—”

“I know what you need,” Landon growled, his hands moving to unfasten Brandon’s pants. He tugged them down roughly, along with his boxers, leaving Brandon completely exposed. Landon’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Brandon’s hard cock, already leaking with precum.

“So wet for me already,” Landon murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. He leaned down, his breath hot against Brandon’s length before taking him into his mouth in one smooth motion.

Brandon cried out, his hips bucking as Landon’s tongue swirled around his cock, driving him wild. “Fuck—Lan, I—oh God—” His words dissolved into incoherent moans as Landon swallowed him deeper, his hand gripping the base of Brandon’s cock to stroke in time with his mouth.

It wasn’t long before Brandon felt the familiar coil of heat in his stomach, his orgasm building quickly. “Lan—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

Landon pulled off just before Brandon could come, leaving him trembling and desperate. “Not yet, my omega,” he said, his voice rough. “Not until I’m inside you.”

Brandon whimpered, his body aching for release. “Please, Lan. I need you.”

Landon smirked, his hands moving to his own pants. He stripped quickly, his hard cock springing free, thick and already leaking precum. Brandon’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of it, his body clenching in anticipation.

Landon climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Brandon’s legs. He leaned down, capturing Brandon’s lips in another kiss as his fingers trailed down to his entrance. “So tight for me,” he murmured, slipping a finger inside.

Brandon moaned into the kiss, his hips rocking to meet Landon’s fingers. “More,” he begged, his voice breaking.

Landon obliged, adding a second finger and scissoring them to stretch Brandon open. His other hand gripped Brandon’s hip, holding him still as he worked him open, his fingers brushing against that sweet spot that made Brandon see stars.

“Fuck—Lan, right there—oh God—” Brandon’s nails dug into Landon’s shoulders as he writhed beneath him, his body trembling with pleasure.

“That’s it, omega,” Landon growled, his voice thick with desire. “Take it. You’re mine. All mine.” He added a third finger, stretching Brandon until he was whimpering, his cock leaking against his stomach.

When Landon finally pulled his fingers out, Brandon felt empty, his body craving more. “Please, Lan. I need you. I need you now.”

Landon didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself at Brandon’s entrance, his cock pressing against him. “You’re going to take every inch of me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “And I’m going to fill you up so deep you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

Brandon nodded frantically, his legs wrapping around Landon’s waist. “Yes—yes, please—I’m yours, Lan. Always yours.”

Landon pushed in slowly, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s as he filled him to the hilt. Brandon’s breath caught, his body stretching around Landon’s thick cock. “Fuck—you’re so tight, Bran,” Landon groaned, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips. “So perfect for me.”

When he was fully sheathed inside him, Landon paused, giving Brandon a moment to adjust. But Brandon was already rocking his hips, desperate for more. “Move,” he begged, his voice trembling.

Landon obliged, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, the force of it driving a cry from Brandon’s lips. He set a brutal pace, each thrust hitting that spot inside Brandon that made his toes curl.

“Mine,” Landon growled, his voice rough with possessiveness. “You’re mine, Bran. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to fuck you.”

Brandon’s nails dug into Landon’s back as he clung to him, his body moving in time with Landon’s thrusts. “Yours—always yours, Lan. Fuck—I’m close—”

Landon’s pace quickened, his body slamming into Brandon’s with relentless force. His knot began to swell, catching on Brandon’s rim with each thrust. “You’re going to take my knot,” Landon said, his voice low and commanding. “You’re going to take my pups, Bran. And you’re going to carry them for me.”

The words sent a shiver down Brandon’s spine, his cock throbbing at the thought. “Yes,” he moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, Lan—fill me—please.”

Landon’s thrusts became erratic as his orgasm approached, his knot swelling until it locked them together. He buried himself deep inside Brandon, his cock pulsing as he came, filling him with his seed.

Brandon’s own orgasm hit him a moment later, his body convulsing as he came between them, his release splattering against his stomach.

Landon collapsed on top of him, his breathing ragged as he pressed kisses to Brandon’s neck. “Mine,” he whispered, his voice soft but no less possessive. “You’re mine, Bran. And I’m never letting you go.”

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Remi

The sound of Jeremy’s motorcycle vibrated through Remi’s body, mingling with the relentless buzz of the toy buried deep inside him. Remi’s hands clung to Jer’s waist, fingers digging into the leather of his jacket as they sped down the empty road. The night was cool, but Remi was burning up, every nerve in his body alight with desperate need. The vibrator, controlled by the small remote tucked into Jer’s pocket, had been torturing him all night—set to its highest setting every time the waiter approached their table at dinner, every time Jer leaned in to whisper something filthy in his ear. And now, as the bike roared beneath them, the vibrations seemed to echo the engine, sending tremors through Remi’s core.

“Jer,” Remi gasped, his voice barely audible over the wind. His thighs clenched around the seat, his whole body trembling. “Please, I can’t—I can’t take it anymore.”

Jeremy didn’t respond immediately, but Remi felt the subtle shift of his body as he slowed the bike, pulling off the road into a quiet, secluded spot surrounded by trees. The engine cut off, leaving only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves and Remi’s shaky breathing. Jer swung his leg off the bike and turned to face him, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.

“Can’t take what, baby?” Jer murmured, his voice low and teasing. He reached out, brushing a thumb over Remi’s flushed cheek. “You’ve been so good all night. Don’t tell me you’re giving up now.”

Remi whined, his hips jerking involuntarily as the vibrator buzzed relentlessly inside him. “Please, Jer. It’s too much. I—I need you. I need—”

Jer cut him off with a kiss, his lips crashing against Remi’s with a hunger that left no room for protest. His tongue slid into Remi’s mouth, claiming him, consuming him, as his hands gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. Remi moaned into the kiss, his body arching instinctively toward Jer’s, craving more, needing more.

When Jer finally pulled back, Remi was panting, his lips swollen and his eyes glassy with desperation. “Strip for me,” Jer commanded, his voice rough with arousal. “Now.”

Remi didn’t hesitate. His trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the ground. His pants came next, followed by his boxers, leaving him completely bare beneath the moonlight. The cool air kissed his heated skin, but it did nothing to ease the fire burning inside him. Jer’s eyes raked over him, dark and predatory, and Remi shivered under the intensity of his gaze.

Jer reached out, his fingers grazing over Remi’s chest, tracing the sensitive peaks of his nipples. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He leaned in, capturing one nipple between his lips, sucking and teasing it until it was swollen and sensitive. Remi’s breath hitched, a strangled moan escaping his lips as Jer switched to the other one, lavishing it with the same attention.

“Jer, please,” Remi begged, his voice breaking. His hips rocked forward, seeking friction, seeking relief, but Jer pulled back, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

“Not yet,” Jer said, his voice firm but laced with promise. He stepped back, gesturing to the bike. “Bend over.”

Remi’s heart raced as he obeyed, bending over the seat of the bike, his ass on full display. The cool leather pressed against his stomach, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through his body. Jer’s hands settled on his hips, his touch possessive and commanding, and Remi shivered in anticipation.

Jer reached between Remi’s legs, his fingers brushing against the base of the vibrator. “You’ve been so fucking good, baby,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I think it’s finally time I took over.” With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled the vibrator out, the slick slide of it leaving Remi gasping.

The relief of its absence was fleeting, replaced almost immediately by the sweet, aching emptiness that only Jer could fill. Remi whimpered, his hips pushing back instinctively, desperate for more. Jer didn’t make him wait. His fingers teased over Remi’s entrance, pressing against the tight ring of muscle before slowly pushing inside.

Remi moaned, his body arching as Jer’s fingers stretched him open, his touch both gentle and relentless. “Jer,” he gasped, his voice trembling with need. “Please… more.”

Jer growled low in his throat, his fingers sinking deeper, curling and probing, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through Remi’s body. “You want more, baby?” Jer murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You want me to fuck you right here, right now?”

“Yes,” Remi breathed, his voice barely a whisper. “Please, Jer. I need you.”

Jer didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out, leaving Remi whimpering at the sudden emptiness, but it didn’t last long. Jer’s hands gripped his hips, pulling him back as he stepped closer, the hard length of his cock pressing against Remi’s entrance. Remi’s breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation as Jer pushed inside, slow and deliberate, stretching him open in the most delicious way.

“Fuck,” Jer groaned, his voice strained with effort as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside Remi. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight, so perfect.”

Remi’s hands clutched at the seat of the bike, his knuckles white as he held on for dear life. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but it was exactly what he needed. “Jer,” he moaned, his voice breaking as Jer began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm that drove Remi wild.

Jer’s hands tightened on his hips, his grip firm and possessive as he picked up the pace, each thrust driving Remi closer to the edge. The bike rocked beneath them, the leather creaking with every movement, but Remi barely noticed. All he could focus on was the overwhelming sensation of Jer inside him, the way his cock filled him so perfectly, the way his body moved against his.

“You like that, baby?” Jer growled, his voice rough with arousal as he leaned over Remi, his chest pressing against his back. “You like the way I fuck you?”

“Yes,” Remi gasped, his voice trembling with pleasure. “Yes, Jeremy. Please… don’t stop.”

Jer’s lips brushed against the back of Remi’s neck, his breath hot against his skin. “I’m not stopping,” he murmured, his voice low and promising. “Not until you’re screaming my name.”

Remi’s breath caught in his throat as Jer’s thrusts grew harder, faster, each one driving him closer to the edge. The pleasure built inside him, a coil of heat tightening in his gut, until he was teetering on the brink, his body trembling with the need to release.

“Jeremy,” he gasped, his voice breaking as the coil snapped, sending him spiraling over the edge. His body convulsed, his cock pulsing as he came untouched, his release spilling over the seat of the bike. Jer groaned, his hips slamming into Remi as he followed him over, his own release spilling deep inside him.

Jer’s hands slid up to Remi’s shoulders, his grip gentle now as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck, as he pulled out of Remi slowly, the empty feeling makeing Remi shudder. His breath was ragged, his body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. Jeremy’s hands gripped his hips firmly, turning him around with a possessive growl. “Mine,” he murmured, his voice dark and dripping with desire. Remi’s heart raced as he felt himself being lifted effortlessly onto the bike seat, his back pressing against the cold metal. Jeremy wasted no time, pushing Remi’s legs apart and dropping between them.

The cool night air kissed Remi’s sensitive skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Jeremy’s tongue as it flicked against his entrance. Remi gasped, his fingers clutching the edge of the seat as Jeremy’s mouth explored him with a hunger that left him dizzy. “fuckk...oh god,” he moaned, his voice trembling with need. Jeremy’s hands tightened on Remi’s thighs, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at him with a rhythm that made Remi’s entire body quiver. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and desperation that had him arching against Jeremy’s mouth.

Jeremy’s tongue was relentless, teasing and tasting every inch of Remi’s most sensitive spot. Remi’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his moans filling the night air. “Oh god, Jeremy,” he cried out, his voice breaking as Jeremy’s tongue pressed harder, faster. His hips bucked uncontrollably, his hands tangling in Jeremy’s hair as he tried to hold on to something, anything, as pleasure consumed him. Jeremy groaned against him, the vibrations sending shocks of ecstasy through Remi’s body.

Then, Jeremy’s teeth grazed the soft skin of Remi’s inner thigh, the sharp bite making Remi cry out. “Mine,” Jeremy growled again, his voice low and feral, as he left a mark, a claim that only he would see. Remi’s entire body clenched at the sensation, the mix of pain and pleasure driving him wild. Jeremy’s tongue returned to its task, lapping at Remi’s entrance with a fervor that had him trembling on the edge of another orgasm.

Remi’s legs shook, his body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through him. “Jeremy, please,” he begged, his voice choked with desperation. Jeremy pulled back slightly, his breath hot against Remi’s sensitive skin. “What do you need, baby?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. Remi’s eyes were glazed with need, his chest heaving as he looked down at Jeremy. “You,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jeremy stood, his hands sliding up Remi’s thighs as he leaned in, capturing Remi’s lips in a heated kiss. Remi melted into it, his body arching against Jeremy’s as their tongues tangled, the taste of himself on Jeremy’s lips sending a shiver down his spine. Jeremy’s hands moved to Remi’s hips, lifting him slightly before positioning himself between Remi’s legs. Remi’s breath hitched as he felt the head of Jeremy’s cock press against his entrance. “Jeremy..fuckk,” he moaned, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Jeremy’s eyes locked with Remi’s, his gaze dark and possessive as he thrust into him slowly, filling him completely. Remi’s head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as Jeremy’s cock stretched him open, the sensation of being filled so completely making his entire body tremble. Jeremy’s hands tightened on Remi’s hips, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one driving Remi closer to the edge.

“You feel so good, baby,” Jeremy murmured, his voice rough with need as he fucked Remi with a rhythm that had him writhing beneath him. Remi’s hands clutched at Jeremy’s shoulders, his nails digging into his skin as he tried to hold on to something, anything, as pleasure consumed him. Jeremy’s thrusts grew harder, faster, each one driving him closer to the edge. Remi’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his moans filling the night air.

Jeremy’s hands moved to Remi’s ass, lifting him slightly as he fucked him harder, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the air. Remi’s entire body trembled, the pleasure building inside him until he was teetering on the brink, his body trembling with the need to release. “Fuckk,” he gasped, his voice breaking as the coil snapped, sending him spiraling over the edge. His body convulsed, his cock pulsing as he came untouched, his release spilling over his stomach. Jeremy groaned, his hips slamming into Remi as he followed him over, his own release spilling deep inside him.

Jeremy’s hands slid up to Remi’s shoulders, his grip gentle now as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck. “You’re mine, Remington Astor,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. Remi’s breath was still ragged, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure as he slumped against Jeremy. Jeremy’s hands moved to his hips, lifting him slightly and setting him down on the bike seat. “Let’s get you home,” he said, his voice soft but still laced with desire.

Chapter Text

Nikolai x Landon

“What the hell are you doing here, Nikolai?” Landon’s voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms over his chest. The art studio was barely lit, the soft glow of a single overhead bulb casting shadows across the clutter of canvases and paint supplies. His space. His sanctuary. And now, invaded by the one person he couldn’t stand.

Nikolai stepped forward, his broad frame towering over Landon. He didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. His voice was a low growl, barely contained irritation. “Me? What are you doing here, Lan? This place is a fucking mess. Smells like turpentine and desperation.”

“Desperation?” Landon scoffed, his voice rising. “Says the barbarian who’s been following me around like a lost puppy. What, did you run out of things to punch? Decided to stalk me instead?”

Nikolai’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “You think I’d waste my time on you? You’re a spoiled brat, Lan. Always have been. Always will be.”

“And you’re a brute,” Landon shot back, stepping closer until they were almost chest to chest. His voice dripped with venom. “A mindless, muscle-bound idiot who can’t think past his own fists.”

The tension in the room was strong, crackling like static in the air. Landon’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, his anger radiating off him in waves. Nikolai’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to Landon’s lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me,” Nikolai growled, his voice low and dangerous.

“And I don’t care to,” Landon spat. “You’re nothing but—”

Nikolai didn’t let him finish.

In one swift motion, he grabbed Landon by the back of the neck and crushed their lips together. The kiss was rough, almost bruising, a clash of teeth and tongues that was more about dominance than affection. Landon froze, his body stiffening in shock, but Nikolai didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his hand tightening in Landon’s hair, pulling him closer.

For a moment, Landon didn’t respond. But then, as if something inside him snapped, he kissed back. Hard. His hands fisted in Nikolai’s shirt, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together with an intensity that was almost feral. The anger between them transformed into something else entirely—something raw and primal.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. Neither of them said a word. They didn’t need to. The air between them was charged, the tension crackling like a live wire.

Nikolai was the first to move. His hands slid down Landon’s sides, gripping his hips as he pushed him back against the wall. Landon’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as Nikolai leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck.

“What are you—” Landon started, but his words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Nikolai’s teeth grazed his collarbone. “Fuck—”

Nikolai didn’t respond. He was too focused on the taste of Landon’s skin, the way his body shuddered under his touch. He nipped at the curve of his neck, leaving a mark that would definitely bruise, before moving lower. His hands tugged at Landon’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one swift motion.

Landon’s chest was bare now, his skin tingling where Nikolai’s hands explored. His breath came in short, uneven gasps as Nikolai’s lips trailed down his chest, stopping at one of his nipples. He flicked it with his tongue, and Landon’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, a low moan escaping his lips.

“Sensitive, huh?” Nikolai murmured, his voice rough with desire. He didn’t wait for an answer. He closed his mouth over the nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder, teasing it with his teeth. Landon’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, his body arching into the sensation.

“Get on the table,” Nikolai ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Landon hesitated for a fraction of a second, but the look in Nikolai’s eyes was enough to make him comply. He climbed onto the sturdy wooden table in the center of the studio, his heart racing as Nikolai followed him, climbing up between his legs.

Their eyes met again, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The tension, the anger, the hatred—it all melted into something else. Something hotter. Something that made Landon’s breath catch in his throat.

Nikolai’s hands slid up Landon’s thighs, pushing his legs apart as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Landon’s breath hitched, his hips bucking involuntarily as Nikolai’s tongue traced a path upward, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“Nikolai—” Landon started, but his words were cut off by a sharp gasp as Nikolai’s mouth closed over him, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head before taking him deeper. Landon’s hands fisted in Nikolai’s hair, his back arching off the table as pleasure shot through him like a bolt of lightning.

Nikolai didn’t stop. He moved with a skill and precision that left Landon breathless, his mouth working him in slow, deliberate strokes that had him on the edge in minutes. Landon’s moans filled the room, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

But Nikolai didn’t let him. He pulled back just enough to look up at Landon, his eyes dark with desire. “Come for me, King.” he growled, his voice low and commanding.

Landon didn’t need to be told twice. He came, his body shaking with the force of it as Nikolai swallowed every drop.

Nikolai pulled back, his lips glistening with the remnants of Landon’s release. He stared at the trembling figure beneath him, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Landon’s face was flushed, his eyes half-lidded and dazed, but even in that state, Nikolai could see the flicker of defiance still burning in his gaze. It annoyed him. No, it infuriated him. How could this infuriating, narcissistic prince still look at him like that, even after he’d just brought him to the brink of ecstasy?

Nikolai’s jaw tightened, his hands gripping Landon’s hips with a possessive force that made the other man gasp. “You think you’re still in control here, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “You’re not. Not anymore.”

Before Landon could muster a retort, Nikolai flipped him over onto his stomach, his broad hands pinning him down against the hard surface of the table. Landon let out a startled yelp, his body instinctively arching as he tried to squirm free, but Nikolai was having none of it. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Landon’s hips as he held him in place.

“What the hell are you doing, you brute?” Landon snapped, his voice trembling despite his attempt to sound angry. “Let me go!”

Nikolai smirked, his free hand sliding down to the curve of Landon’s ass. “Oh, I’ll let you go,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “Just as soon as you’ve learned your lesson.”

The first spank landed with a sharp, echoing crack. Landon’s entire body jerked, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. “W-what the—” he started, but another spank cut him off, harder this time. Nikolai’s hand came down again and again, each blow landing with a force that made Landon’s skin sting and his breath hitch. The pain was intense, but it wasn’t unbearable. In fact, there was something about it—something electric—that sent a shiver down Landon’s spine.

Nikolai noticed the way Landon’s body responded, the way his moans became less about protest and more about something else entirely. He smirked, his hand pausing as he leaned down to whisper in Landon’s ear, “You like that, don’t you? You enjoy being punished.”

“I—I don’t—” Landon stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment as he tried to deny it, but his body betrayed him. Nikolai could feel the way he trembled, the way his hips subtly pressed back against him, seeking more.

Nikolai chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing over the reddened skin of Landon’s ass. “Don’t lie to me, King,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “I can see it. You’re begging for it.”

Before Landon could respond, Nikolai’s hand came down again, harder this time, and Landon let out a strangled moan, his fingers clawing at the surface of the table. The pain was sharp, but it was mixed with a strange, overwhelming pleasure that he couldn’t ignore. It was as if every spank sent a jolt of electricity through his body, sparking something deep inside him that he hadn’t even realized was there.

Nikolai didn’t stop. He continued to spank Landon, each blow landing with precision, watching as his skin turned a deep, angry red and his moans grew louder and more desperate. Finally, when Landon was practically writhing beneath him, Nikolai stopped, his hand resting on the heated skin of Landon’s ass as he leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“That’s enough punishment for now,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “But we’re not done yet.”

Landon let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with anticipation as Nikolai’s fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive skin between his thighs. He gasped as Nikolai’s fingers brushed against his entrance, his body tensing as the barbarian prince began to push inside him.

“Relax,” Nikolai murmured, his voice surprisingly soft despite the roughness of his actions. “You’ll enjoy this more if you do.”

Landon gritted his teeth, his body instinctively clenching around Nikolai’s fingers as they pressed deeper. The sensation was strange and overwhelming, but as Nikolai began to move, scissoring his fingers and stretching him open, Landon couldn’t help but moan. The pain was there, but it was mixed with a pleasure so intense it made his head spin.

Nikolai smirked as he added a third finger, watching as Landon’s body writhed beneath him, his moans growing louder and more desperate. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re a mess, Landon. And it’s all because of me.”

Landon wanted to protest, to deny that Nikolai had any control over him, but he couldn’t. Not when the barbarian prince’s fingers were hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur and his body tremble. He could feel the tension building inside him, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until he was on the verge of breaking.

But Nikolai didn’t let him. He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving Landon gasping and trembling, his body aching for more. “Please,” Landon whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please, Nikolai…”

Nikolai’s smirk widened as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “Begging already?” he teased, his voice low and husky. “We’re just getting started, King.”

With that, Nikolai positioned himself at Landon’s entrance, his hands gripping the prince’s hips as he pushed inside him in one smooth, forceful thrust. Landon let out a sharp cry, his body arching as Nikolai filled him completely. The pain was intense, but it was quickly replaced by a pleasure so overwhelming it made his head spin.

Nikolai didn’t give him time to adjust. He began to move, his hips slamming into Landon’s with a force that rocked the table beneath them. Landon’s moans filled the room, his body trembling as Nikolai’s cock hit that spot inside him over and over again, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.

“You feel so good,” Nikolai growled, his voice rough with desire as he pounded into Landon. “So tight, so perfect.”

Landon couldn’t respond. He could barely think, barely breathe as Nikolai fucked him with a relentless pace that left him gasping and moaning. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through him, building the tension inside him until he was on the verge of breaking.

Nikolai’s hands tightened on Landon’s hips, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he chased his own release. He could feel Landon’s body clenching around him, could hear the way his moans grew more desperate, and it only drove him wilder. “Come for me, Landon,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Let go.”

His body obeyed, his back arching as pleasure exploded through him, his release shooting out onto the table beneath him. Nikolai followed soon after, his thrusts growing erratic as he buried himself deep inside Landon, his own release spilling into him with a groan.

For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their pleasure. Then, slowly, Nikolai pulled out, his hands still gripping Landon’s hips as he stared down at the trembling figure beneath him.

Landon’s body was a mess, his skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, his breathing ragged as he struggled to catch his breath. But despite it all, there was a look in his eyes—a look of defiance that hadn’t been completely extinguished.

Nikolai smirked, leaning down to whisper in Landon’s ear, “You’re mine now, King. And I’m not letting you go.”

Nikolai looked down at Landon’s sleeping form, his chest rising and falling softly, his body still warm and pliant from their earlier encounter. The defiance in his eyes was gone now, replaced by a quiet vulnerability that stirred something deep within Nikolai. He couldn’t leave him here, not like this. With a grunt, he carefully wrapped Landon in a nearby tablecloth, the fabric soft against his skin, and hoisted him into his arms. Landon stirred slightly but didn’t wake, his head lolling against Nikolai’s chest as he carried him out of the studio and into the waiting car.

The drive to Nikolai’s penthouse was quiet, the city lights casting a soft glow over Landon’s face as he slept. Nikolai glanced at him occasionally, his jaw tightening as he fought the strange urge to protect him, to keep him close. He shook the thought away, focusing on the road ahead. This was about dominance, about control. Nothing more.

When they arrived, Nikolai carried Landon up to the house. He kicked open the door to his bedroom and laid Landon gently on the bed before heading to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, the sound of running water filling the room as he adjusted the temperature, testing it with his hand until it was just right. He added a few drops of lavender oil, the scent calming as it wafted through the air.

Returning to the bedroom, he scooped Landon up once more, the tablecloth slipping slightly as he carried him to the bath. Landon’s eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his gaze as he looked up at Nikolai. “What… where are we?” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

“My place,” Nikolai replied shortly, lowering him into the warm water. Landon hissed slightly as the heat hit his sensitive skin, but soon relaxed, the tension melting from his body as he leaned back against the tub. Nikolai stepped in after him, the water sloshing around them as he settled behind Landon, his chest pressed against his back.

Landon tensed at the contact, his body instinctively pulling away, but Nikolai’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him back. “Relax,” he murmured, his breath warm against Landon’s ear. “I’m just cleaning you up.”

Landon frowned but didn’t resist, his body slowly relaxing as Nikolai’s hands began to move over him. He started with his shoulders, the touch firm but surprisingly gentle as he worked the muscles there. Landon’s breath hitched as Nikolai’s hands slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine before moving to his hips.

Nikolai’s hands were rough, but there was a tenderness in his touch that Landon hadn’t expected. He shivered as Nikolai’s fingers brushed against his inner thighs, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through him. “Niko…” he breathed, his voice trembling.

“Shh,” Nikolai murmured, his lips brushing against Landon’s neck. “Just let me take care of you.”

Landon’s breath caught as Nikolai’s hand slid between his legs, his fingers brushing against his entrance. He tensed, his body instinctively trying to pull away, but Nikolai’s grip tightened, keeping him in place. “Relax,” Nikolai whispered, his voice low and commanding.

Landon’s heart raced as Nikolai’s fingers pressed against him, slowly working their way inside. He gasped, his body arching as Nikolai’s fingers moved deeper, the sensation both strange and intoxicating. Nikolai took his time, his movements slow and deliberate as he cleaned Landon, his fingers curling in just the right way to make him gasp.

“You’re so tight,” Nikolai murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Even after everything we did, you’re still so fucking tight.”

After the bath, Nikolai dries Landon and carries him to bed. Landon immediately fell asleep again from the exhaustion, while Nikolai died himself and laid down beside him and kissed him. He pulled Landon closer and slept holding him, like he would never let go.

Chapter Text

Kayden x Gareth

Gareth was on the bed, wrists tied above his head with silk ropes that wouldn’t leave a mark but would keep him exactly where Kayden wanted him. His legs were spread wide, ankles secured to the bedposts. Gareth’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath already hitching in anticipation of what was to come. His cock was hard and straining against his stomach, pre-come already beading at the tip.

Kayden stood at the foot of the bed, a small, wicked smile playing on his lips as he held the vibrator in his hand. It was one of Gareth’s favourites, sleek and powerful, with a setting that could make him scream. “You’re so beautiful like this,” Kayden murmured, his voice low and dripping with desire. “All laid out for me, ready to take everything I give you.”

Gareth shivered at the words, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he forced them open again, wanting to watch as Kayden approached. He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but lie there and wait, and it was driving him wild. “Please,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Please, Kayden.”

“I know what you need,” Kayden purred, climbing onto the bed and straddling Gareth’s thighs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear as he whispered, “And I’m going to give it to you. You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you, Gareth?”

“Yes,” Gareth gasped, his hips twitching involuntarily, desperate for friction. “Yes, I will. I’ll take it. I’ll take it all.”

Kayden’s smile widened, and he pressed a soft kiss to Gareth’s lips before sitting back up. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the head of Gareth’s cock, making him whimper. “Good boy,” Kayden murmured, before placing the vibrator against Gareth’s sensitive skin.

The first touch was gentle, just a low hum that made Gareth’s breath catch. But then Kayden turned it up, the vibrations intensifying, and Gareth’s back arched off the bed as a moan tore from his throat. “Oh God,” he gasped, his hands clutching at the silk ties as the pleasure coursed through him. “Kayden, it’s too much—it’s—“

“It’s exactly what you need,” Kayden interrupted, his voice firm but laced with affection. He moved the vibrator, pressing it against the underside of Gareth’s cock, and then down to his balls, the sensations making Gareth writhe beneath him. “You’re doing so well, Gareth. Just let go. Let me take care of you.”

Gareth’s head thrashed against the pillow, his body trembling as the pleasure built and built, threatening to overwhelm him. He was already close, the vibrator pushing him to the edge faster than he could have imagined. “Kayden, I’m—I’m going to—“

“Not yet,” Kayden said firmly, pulling the vibrator away just as Gareth was about to tip over the edge. Gareth let out a whine of protest, his hips bucking up, desperate for the sensation to return. “Patience, Gareth. I’m not done with you yet.”

Kayden climbed off the bed, leaving Gareth panting and trembling, his cock still hard and aching. He watched as Kayden walked to the other side of the room, setting the vibrator on a table before turning back to him. “I’m going to leave you here for a little while,” Kayden said, his voice calm but with an edge of excitement. “Just you and the vibrator. I want you to think about me the whole time. Think about what I’m going to do to you when I come back.”

Gareth’s eyes widened, his breath coming even faster. “Kayde, please—“

“Shh,” Kayden interrupted, placing a finger against Gareth’s lips. “You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”

Gareth nodded, his eyes pleading. “Yes,” he whispered. “I’ll be good.”

Kayden smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Gareth’s forehead. “I know you will.” He straightened up, walking back to the bed and picking up the vibrator. He turned it on again, the high-pitched hum filling the room, and he put it inside Gareth once more. Gareth’s body jerked, a moan escaping his lips as the vibrations shot through him. “Two hours,” Kayden said, his voice firm. “And then I’ll be back.”

With that, Kayden turned and walked out of the room, leaving Gareth alone with the vibrator at its highest setting. The door clicked shut, and Gareth’s body was already trembling, the pleasure overwhelming him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel as the vibrations sent wave after wave of ecstasy through him. He was going to be ruined by the time Kayden came back—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Two hours later, Kayden returned to find Gareth exactly as he’d left him—writhing, moaning, and completely wrecked. His cock was still hard, but his entire body was trembling, his skin slick with sweat. He was on the edge, his eyes glazed over, and he barely seemed to notice when Kayden walked in.

Kayden stood at the foot of the bed, watching Gareth for a moment, a satisfied smile on his lips. “You’ve been so good for me,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with desire. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

He climbed onto the bed, straddling Gareth’s thighs once more and reaching down to turn off the vibrator. Gareth let out a whimper, his hips bucking up, desperate for the sensation to return. “Shh,” Kayden soothed, leaning down to press a kiss to Gareth’s lips. “I’m here now. I’m going to take care of you.”

Kayden’s hands moved to Gareth’s chest, his fingers brushing over his nipples before pinching them lightly. Gareth gasped, his back arching off the bed as Kayden’s lips found his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites as he worked his way down. “You’re mine,” Kayden whispered against Gareth’s skin. “All mine.”

Gareth could only nod, his mind foggy with pleasure, his body completely at Kayden’s mercy. He was in subspace, his thoughts scattered, and he was completely obedient to Kayden’s every command. “Yours,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “All yours.”

Kayden’s hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against Gareth’s entrance, teasing him before slipping inside. Gareth let out a moan, his hips pushing back against Kayden’s fingers as they stretched him open. Kayden worked him slowly, adding a second finger, and then a third, until Gareth was writhing beneath him, his body begging for more.

“Please,” Gareth gasped, his hands clutching at the silk ties. “Please, Kayden, I need you.”

Kayden smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Gareth’s lips before pulling his fingers out. “You’ll have me,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But not yet.”

He reached down, his hand wrapping around Gareth’s cock and stroking him slowly, teasingly. Gareth’s breath hitched, his hips bucking up into Kayden’s hand, desperate for release. But Kayden didn’t give it to him, instead pulling his hand away and leaning down to press a kiss to the head of Gareth’s cock.

“Kayden,” Gareth gasped, his body trembling. “Please, I can’t—“

“You can,” Kayden interrupted, his voice firm but laced with affection. “And you will. You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” Gareth whispered, his eyes pleading. “Yes, I will.”

Kayden smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Gareth’s lips before sitting back up. He reached down, his fingers brushing against Gareth’s entrance once more, teasing him before pushing inside. Gareth let out a moan, his back arching off the bed as Kayden’s fingers tortured him.

He was so close, so close to the edge, and Kayden knew it. He could see it in the way Gareth’s body trembled, in the way his breath hitched as Kayden’s fingers worked him open. But Kayden didn’t let him fall over the edge—not yet. He wanted to drag it out, wanted to make Gareth beg for it.

“Please,” Gareth gasped, his hands clutching at the silk ties. “Please, Kayden, I need you.”

Kayden smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Gareth’s lips before pulling his fingers out. “You’ll have me,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But not yet.”

He reached down, his hand wrapping around Gareth’s cock and stroking him slowly, teasingly. Gareth’s breath hitched, his hips bucking up into Kayden’s hand, desperate for release. But Kayden didn’t give it to him, instead pulling his hand away and leaning down to press a kiss to the head of Gareth’s cock.

“Kayden,” Gareth gasped, his body trembling.

Kayden smiled, reaching for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. He poured some into his hand, spreading it over his cock before positioning himself at Gareth’s entrance. He pressed in slowly, savoring the way Gareth’s body stretched to accommodate him, the way Gareth gasped and moaned as Kayden filled him completely.

“You’re so tight,” Kayden murmured, his voice low and husky. “So perfect for me.”

Gareth’s head thrashed against the pillow, his body trembling as Kayden began to move, his hips rocking into Gareth with slow, deliberate strokes. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending a wave of ecstasy through Gareth’s body. He was so close, so close to the edge, but Kayden wasn’t going to let him fall—not yet.

Kayden’s thrusts grew faster, harder, each one driving Gareth closer and closer to the edge. He was so close, so close to falling, but Kayden wasn’t going to let him—not yet. He wanted to drag it out, wanted to make Gareth beg for it.

“Please,” Gareth gasped, his body trembling. “Please, Kayden, I am going to—”

Kayden leaned over Gareth, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear as he whispered, “Not yet, my sweet. You don’t get to come until I say so.” With a wicked grin, he pulled out abruptly, leaving Gareth empty, trembling, and gasping for air. The sudden loss of friction made Gareth’s body jerk, his hips instinctively bucking toward Kayden in a desperate attempt to regain contact. But Kayden was already moving, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips with a firmness that left no room for protest.

“Turn over,” Kayden commanded, his voice low and dripping with authority. Gareth’s mind was foggy, his body pliant and obedient in its haze. He barely registered the command before he was being flipped onto his stomach, his face pressed into the pillow. Kayden’s hands guided Gareth’s hips upward, lifting his ass into the air, exposed and vulnerable.

The sharp crack of Kayden’s palm against Gareth’s cheek reverberated through the room, the sound followed by a gasp and a choked-out moan from Gareth. The sting of the spank blossomed into a deep, throbbing heat that spread through his body, mingling with the ache of desire already coiled in his gut. Kayden didn’t give him time to recover before delivering another spank, this one harder, sharper, leaving Gareth’s skin tingling and his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“You’re taking it so well,” Kayden murmured, his voice rich with approval. His hand caressed the reddened skin, the gentleness a stark contrast to the harshness of the spanks. Gareth whimpered, his hips twitching as Kayden’s fingers dipped lower, brushing against his entrance.

Without warning, Kayden plunged back into him, his cock burying itself deep in Gareth’s tight, quivering heat. Gareth cried out, his voice muffled by the pillow as his body arched under the sudden invasion. Kayden’s grip on his hips tightened, holding him steady as he began to thrust, each movement harder and faster than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a rhythmic metronome to Gareth’s choked moans and desperate whimpers.

“You’re so responsive, baby,” Kayden growled, his voice thick with arousal. “Every part of you belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

“Y-yes,” Gareth gasped, his voice trembling as Kayden’s thrusts drove him closer and closer to the edge. His hands clenched the sheets, his knuckles white as he tried to anchor himself against the overwhelming pleasure. But Kayden wasn’t done with him yet. Not even close.

Kayden leaned forward, his chest pressing against Gareth’s back as he slowed his thrusts, drawing out each movement until Gareth was trembling with need. “Beg,” Kayden commanded, his breath hot against Gareth’s ear. “Beg me to let you come.”

“Please,” Gareth whimpered, his voice breaking. “Please, Kayden, I need—ah!” His plea was cut off as Kayden’s teeth nipped at his shoulder, the sharp pain sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

Kayden’s hand slid between Gareth’s legs, his fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” Kayden murmured, his voice a low, sultry purr.

Gareth’s body was a live wire, every nerve alight with pleasure as Kayden continued to fuck him, his thrusts relentless and unyielding. The coil of tension in Gareth’s gut tightened unbearably, his breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as he teetered on the edge of oblivion.

Gareth’s body was trembling, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. Kayden’s thrusts were deliberate and measured. Gareth’s moans were loud and unrestrained, his body writhing as Kayden drove him closer and closer to the edge.

His thrusts became faster, harder, each one driving Gareth closer to the brink. Gareth’s hands clawed at the sheets, his body bowing under the force of Kayden’s movements. The pleasure was all-consuming, a white-hot fire that burned through him, leaving him breathless and trembling.

“Come for me, Gareth,” Kayden commanded, his voice a growl that sent shivers down Gareth’s spine. “Now.”

The command was all it took. Gareth’s body convulsed, his release crashing over him in waves of ecstasy that left him gasping and trembling. Kayden wasn’t far behind, his thrusts stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside Gareth, his grip on Gareth’s hips bruising in its intensity.

For a moment, they stayed like that, Kayden’s body pressed against Gareth’s, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of pleasure wracked their bodies. Then, slowly, Kayden pulled out, his hands gentle as he guided Gareth down onto the bed.

Gareth’s body was boneless, his mind foggy and blissed out as Kayden cleaned him with a warm, damp cloth. The tenderness in Kayden’s touch was a stark contrast to the intensity of what had just happened, and Gareth leaned into it, his eyes drifting shut as exhaustion began to claim him.

Kayden wrapped Gareth in a soft, cozy blanket, his hands gentle as he cradled him close. “You were perfect,” Kayden murmured, his voice low and filled with affection. “Absolutely perfect.”

Gareth didn’t respond, his mind too hazy to form words, but he didn’t need to. The small, contented sigh that escaped him was enough. Kayden pressed a kiss to Gareth’s forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he reached for the remote and turned on Gareth’s favorite film. The sound of the movie filled the room, a comforting background noise as Kayden settled in beside Gareth, pulling him close.

“Sleep, my sweet,” Kayden whispered, his voice a soothing murmur in Gareth’s ear. “I’ve got you.”

Gareth’s eyes fluttered shut, his body nestled against Kayden’s as sleep began to claim him. But just as he was drifting off, he felt Kayden’s lips brush against his ear, his voice low and filled with promise.

“And when you wake up, we’ll do it all again.”

Chapter Text

Vaughn x Yulian

“You’re really going to do this, aren’t you?” Yulian’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but the smirk on his lips betrayed his calm demeanor. His wrists were cuffed to the bedpost, and he was very aware of Vaughn's presence above him.

Vaughn leaned down, his lips brushing against Yulian’s ear. “You didn’t think I’d let that little stunt of yours slide, did you, Kotyonok?” His voice was a low growl, and Yulian shivered despite himself.

“Oh, Vaughn, I thought you’d be flattered,” Yulian teased, his eyes narrowing with mischief. “You’re always the center of attention.”

The Russian's hand trailed down Yulian’s chest, his fingers ghosting over the fabric of his shirt. “Flattered? Is that what you call sending me a tape of you and my girl? You’ve got a sick sense of humor, Yulian.”

Yulian tilted his head, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “Oh, come on, Malyshka. You’ve been ignoring me. I had to get your attention somehow.”

_

The party was in full swing, the bass of the music reverberating through the walls of the Serpent’s mansion. Vaughn had slipped in unnoticed, his presence masked by the chaos of the crowd. He had a mission, and it wasn’t to socialize.

He found Yulian in the midst of the chaos, holding court as always. The leader of the Serpents was dressed to impress, and a drink in his hand. But Vaughn didn’t care about any of that.

He marched up to Yulian, his eyes locked onto his target. “We need to talk.”

Yulian’s smile widened as he turned to face Vaughn. “Vaughn, darling, you’re late to the party. Couldn’t resist me anymore, could you?”

Vaughn didn’t respond. Instead, he grabbed Yulian by the arm and pulled him away, ignoring the protests of his entourage. He dragged him through the crowd, down the hall, and into a secluded room.

The door slammed shut behind them, and Vaughn immediately locked it.

“What’s this about, Malyshka?” Yulian asked, his voice still teasing, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Vaughn’s response was to push Yulian against the wall and cuff him.

_

Back to the present, Vaughn’s hands were on Yulian’s chest, his fingers slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Yulian watched him with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, his lips parted slightly as he breathed.

“You’re really going to record this?” Yulian asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and excitement.

Vaughn’s eyes flicked to the camera he had set up in the corner of the room. “Turnabout is fair play, Kotyonok. You wanted my attention? You’ve got it.”

Yulian’s shirt fell open, revealing his toned chest. Vaughn’s fingers traced the lines of his muscles, his touch deliberate and unhurried. Yulian’s breath hitched, and Vaughn smirked.

“You’re enjoying this,” Vaughn murmured, his lips brushing against Yulian’s jawline.

“Maybe,” Yulian admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But aren’t you?”

Vaughn didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned in and captured Yulian’s lips in a kiss. It was slow and deliberate. Yulian leaned into it, his hands straining against the cuffs, wanting to touch, to pull Vaughn closer.

When Vaughn finally pulled away, Yulian was breathless.

“You’re a tease, Malyshka,” Yulian said, his eyes dark with desire.

Vaughn’s hand slid down to Yulian’s belt, his fingers toying with the buckle. “And you’re a brat, Kotyonok. But we both knew that already.”

Yulian’s breath caught as Vaughn undid his belt and slid it free. His eyes never left Yulian’s, his gaze intense and unyielding.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Vaughn asked, his voice low and husky.

Yulian’s lips curled into a smirk. “Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see what you’d do.”

Vaughn’s hand trailed down Yulian’s thigh, his touch light but deliberate. “Careful what you wish for, Yulian.”

Yulian’s smirk faltered for just a moment, but he quickly recovered. “Oh, Vaughn, I’m not scared of you.”

“You should be,” Vaughn said, his voice a low growl as he leaned in again, his lips brushing against Yulian’s ear.

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the tension between them palpable. Vaughn’s hands were everywhere, and Yulian was struggling to maintain his composure.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Yulian said, his voice strained as Vaughn’s lips trailed down his neck.

“And you’re not?” Vaughn asked, his voice muffled against Yulian’s skin.

Yulian didn’t respond. Instead, he tilted his head back, giving Vaughn more access. His lips were warm against his skin, and Yulian couldn’t help but shiver.

Vaughn’s hands moved to Yulian’s pants, his fingers teasing the waistband. “You’re not going to fight me, are you, Kotyonok?”

Yulian’s eyes met Vaughn’s, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something more than just amusement in his gaze. “Would it make a difference if I did?”

Vaughn smirked. “Probably not.”

He slowly slid Yulian’s pants down, his hands brushing against the sensitive skin of his thighs. Yulian’s breath hitched, and Vaughn’s smirk widened.

“You’re even more of a brat than I thought,” Vaughn said, his voice low and husky.

“Pot calling the kettle black, Malyshka,” Yulian shot back, his voice teasing but laced with desire.

Vaughn’s hands were on Yulian’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “You’re really something else, Yulian.”

“So I’ve been told,” Yulian said, his lips curling into a smirk.

Vaughn leaned in, his lips brushing against Yulian’s. “You’re lucky I’m not as cruel as you.”

“Oh, Vaughn,” Yulian murmured, his lips against Vaughn’s skin. “Your cruelty has always been my favourite.”

Vaughn’s lips left Yulian’s with a slow, deliberate pull, the kind that made Yulian’s breath hitch in anticipation. He watched, eyes half-lidded and smoldering, as Vaughn straightened up, his expression shifting from playful to something darker, more predatory. Yulian’s smirk faltered for a moment, curiosity flickering in his gaze as Vaughn reached into the bag he’d brought with him.

The sound of leather sliding against leather filled the room as Vaughn pulled out a whip, its thin, supple length coiled neatly in his hand. Yulian’s eyes widened, but he didn’t look away, his chest rising and falling a little faster now. Vaughn leaned down, his lips brushing against Yulian’s ear as he whispered, his voice low and dripping with menace, “You thought I was going to be gentle? I’m going to make you scream my name, Kotyonok.”

Yulian shivered, a small, involuntary sound escaping his throat. Vaughn straightened, the whip held loosely in his hand as he stepped back, his gaze raking over Yulian’s body, still restrained by the cuffs. The camera, positioned at the foot of the bed, captured every detail—the way Yulian’s muscles tensed, the way his breath quickened, the way his lips parted as if to speak but no words came out.

Vaughn’s eyes flicked to the camera for a moment, a smirk tugging at his lips. Good, he thought. Let him see what happens when he plays games with me. He raised the whip, letting it fall lightly against Yulian’s thigh. The sound was sharp, the sting minimal, but Yulian’s body jerked, his eyes narrowing as he glared up at Vaughn.

“Is that all you’ve got, Malyshka?” Yulian taunted, though his voice wavered slightly. Vaughn’s smirk deepened. He brought the whip down again, this time with a little more force, the leather biting into Yulian’s skin. Yulian gasped, his head falling back against the pillows, but he didn’t cry out. Not yet.

“Patience, Kotyonok,” Vaughn murmured, his voice like silk. “I’m just getting started.”

He moved slowly, methodically, each strike of the whip landing just a little harder than the last. Yulian’s thighs were soon marked with thin, red lines, his skin sensitive and tingling with the sting of each blow. His breaths came in short, sharp gasps, his body arching against the restraints, but he refused to give Vaughn the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

Vaughn paused, his eyes tracing the marks he’d left on Yulian’s skin. He reached out, his fingers brushing over one of the welts, and Yulian hissed, his body jerking at the touch. Vaughn’s lips curved into a cruel smile as he leaned down, his mouth hovering just above Yulian’s ear.

“You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against Yulian’s skin. “You’ve always liked a little pain with your pleasure.”

Yulian’s response was a low sound, something between a moan and a growl. Vaughn chuckled, straightening up again and bringing the whip down once more, this time aiming for Yulian’s inner thigh. Yulian cried out, his body writhing against the bed, his cock straining against his boxers.

Vaughn’s eyes darkened as he watched Yulian struggle, the sight of him so undone sending a thrill of power through him. He stepped closer, the whip dangling from his hand as he reached out to grip Yulian’s chin, forcing him to look up at him. “Say my name,” Vaughn demanded, his voice low and commanding.

Yulian’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Vaughn’s grip tightened, his thumb pressing into Yulian’s lower lip. “Say it,” he repeated, his voice dangerously soft.

“Vaughn,” Yulian finally breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. Vaughn’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, capturing Yulian’s lips in a fierce, biting kiss. Yulian moaned against his mouth, his body arching up into Vaughn’s, seeking more. Vaughn pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Good,” he murmured, his hand sliding down Yulian’s chest to his waistband. He wasted no time in pulling Yulian’s boxers down and off in one swift motion. Yulian’s cock sprang free, hard and leaking, and Vaughn’s gaze darkened with desire.

He dropped the whip onto the bed, his hands sliding up Yulian’s thighs as he leaned down, his breath hot against Yulian’s sensitive skin. Yulian’s entire body trembled, his nails digging into the sheets as Vaughn’s lips brushed against the tip of his cock.

“Vaughn,” Yulian gasped, his voice breaking. Vaughn smirked, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up the underside of Yulian’s shaft. Yulian’s hips jerked, his cock twitching in Vaughn’s grip. Vaughn’s lips wrapped around the tip, sucking gently before taking more of Yulian’s length into his mouth.

Yulian’s head fell back against the pillows, a choked moan escaping his lips as Vaughn’s tongue swirled around him, his mouth hot and wet and perfect. Vaughn’s hands gripped Yulian’s hips, holding him still as he took him deeper, the head of Yulian’s cock hitting the back of his throat. Yulian cried out, his body trembling with the effort of trying to stay still.

Vaughn pulled back, his lips sliding off Yulian’s cock with a wet pop. He looked up at Yulian, his eyes dark with desire as he reached for the bottle of lube he’d brought with him. He coated his fingers liberally, his gaze never leaving Yulian’s as he pressed a slick finger against his entrance.

Yulian’s breath hitched, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, his hips pushing back against Vaughn’s hand. Vaughn’s finger slid in slowly, the stretch making Yulian’s thighs quiver. Vaughn watched him closely, his other hand stroking Yulian’s cock as he worked him open, adding a second finger and then a third.

“Malyshka,” Yulian panted, his hips rocking against Vaughn’s hand, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach. Vaughn’s fingers curled inside him, brushing against that spot that made Yulian cry out, his back arching off the bed.

“You’re so fucking tight, Kotyonok,” Vaughn murmured, his voice rough with desire. He slid his fingers out, coating his cock with lube before positioning himself at Yulian’s entrance. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Yulian’s as he whispered, “You’re going to take every fucking inch of me.”

Yulian’s lips parted, but before he could respond, Vaughn was pushing in, the thick head of his cock stretching Yulian open. Yulian’s back arched, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as Vaughn filled him, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

Vaughn paused, allowing Yulian a moment to adjust, his hands gripping Yulian’s hips tightly. Yulian’s nails dug into the sheets, his chest heaving as he looked up at Vaughn, his eyes glassy with need.

“Move,” Yulian breathed, his voice desperate.

Vaughn smirked, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, the sensation making Yulian cry out. Vaughn set a punishing pace, each thrust driving Yulian closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with Yulian’s ragged breaths and Vaughn’s low groans.

“Vaughn,” Yulian moaned, his body trembling with pleasure as Vaughn’s cock hit that spot inside him over and over again. “Fuck, Malyshka, I’m— “

Vaughn’s hand wrapped around Yulian’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Yulian’s orgasm hit him hard, his body convulsing as he came, his cum splashing onto his stomach and chest. Vaughn’s thrusts grew erratic, his own orgasm crashing over him as he emptied himself inside Yulian, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Breathless, Vaughn leaned down, capturing Yulian’s lips in a bruising kiss. “I’m not done with you yet, Kotyonok,” he murmured against his lips, his eyes dark with promise.

Vaughn’s smirk was predatory as he leaned back against the headboard, his chest still heaving from their last round. His hands rested on Yulian’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided him into position. Yulian’s breath hitched as he straddled Vaughn, his thighs trembling with the effort. The bruises on his skin were already forming, a patchwork of violet and red that marked him as Vaughn’s.

“Ride me, Kotyonok,” Vaughn commanded, his voice low and rough, a purr that sent a shiver down Yulian’s spine. Yulian’s hands braced against Vaughn’s chest, his nails biting into the taut muscle as he lowered himself slowly, inch by torturous inch. Vaughn’s cock stretched him open, the sensation making Yulian’s head tip back, a low moan escaping his lips.

“Fuck, Malyshka,” Yulian breathed out, his voice trembling as he adjusted to the full length of Vaughn inside him. Vaughn’s grip tightened, his fingers bruising as he forced Yulian down harder, forcing him to take all of him in one swift motion. Yulian cried out, his body arching as Vaughn filled him completely.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” Vaughn taunted, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He gave Yulian’s hips a sharp tug, forcing him to move. Yulian’s hands flew to Vaughn’s shoulders, his nails digging in as he began to rock his hips, his body moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each drag of Vaughn’s cock inside him sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

Vaughn’s hands moved to Yulian’s ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he thrust up to meet Yulian’s movements. “Faster,” he growled, his voice rough with need. Yulian’s pace quickened, his body slamming down onto Vaughn’s cock with a force that made the bed creak beneath them. Each thrust drove a moan from Yulian’s lips, his body trembling with the intensity of it.

Vaughn’s eyes were dark with desire as he watched Yulian, his hands gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re mine, Kotyonok,” he snarled, his voice a low growl. Yulian’s eyes fluttered shut, his body moving faster, harder, as he chased his pleasure. Vaughn’s cock hit that spot inside him with every thrust, the sensation making Yulian’s entire body shudder.

“Malyshka—” Yulian’s voice broke, his body tightening as he neared the edge. Vaughn’s hands moved to Yulian’s chest, pinching his nipples hard, the pain sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Yulian cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his cum spilling onto Vaughn’s stomach and chest.

But Vaughn wasn’t done. With a growl, he flipped Yulian onto his back, driving into him with a force that made Yulian’s breath leave his body in a rush. Vaughn’s hands gripped Yulian’s hips, his body slamming into him with a punishing pace. Yulian’s legs wrapped around Vaughn’s waist, his nails clawing at his back as Vaughn fucked him mercilessly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Kotyonok,” Vaughn groaned, his voice rough with need. His thrusts grew harder, faster, each one driving Yulian further into the mattress. Yulian’s body was on fire, the pleasure and pain mingling into a heady mix that made him feel like he was drowning.

Vaughn’s teeth sank into the curve of Yulian’s neck, marking him as his. Yulian cried out, his body arching as Vaughn’s cock hit that spot inside him over and over again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with Yulian’s ragged breaths and Vaughn’s low growls.

“Malyshka, please—” Yulian’s voice was a desperate whine, his body trembling as Vaughn’s thrusts became erratic. Vaughn’s hand wrapped around Yulian’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Yulian’s orgasm hit him hard, his body convulsing as he came, his cum splashing onto Vaughn chest. Vaughn’s thrusts grew harder, his own orgasm crashing over him as he came inside Yulian, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Breathless, Vaughn leaned down, capturing Yulian’s lips in a bruising kiss. “I told you I wasn’t done with you,” he murmured against his lips, his voice rough with satisfaction. Yulian’s body was a trembling mess, his skin marked with bruises and bites, his ass still clenching around Vaughn’s cock.

Vaughn pulled out slowly, watching as cum dripped out of Yulian’s abused hole. He grabbed the camera, zooming in on Yulian’s splayed body, his bruised hole and marked chest on full display. He smirked as he took a few pictures, saving them as his wallpaper. “You’re my work of art, Kotyonok,” Vaughn said, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

Yulian’s body was too spent to respond, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he lay on the bed, his ass in the air, cum dripping out of him. Vaughn’s smirk widened as he set the camera down, his fingers trailing over Yulian’s bruised skin. “You won’t be able to sit for weeks,” he said, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.

Yulian’s eyelids fluttered, a weak moan escaping his lips as Vaughn’s fingers brushed against his sensitive skin. Vaughn leaned down, pressing a kiss to the curve of Yulian’s neck. “Clean yourself up, Kotyonok,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. Yulian’s body trembled, but he obeyed, his movements slow and deliberate as he reached for a towel.

Vaughn watched him with dark eyes, his fingers trailing over the bruises and marks he’d left on Yulian’s skin. “This was just the beginning” he said, his voice low and rough. Yulian’s breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation as Vaughn’s gaze darkened with promise.

Chapter Text

Eli x Landon

Eli’s fingers clutched the edge of his office door, his knuckles white as he watched Landon—his Lan—laughing with him. Some random employee, some nobody who had no business being that close to Lan. The way Lan leaned in, his hand resting on the man’s forearm, was deliberate. Too deliberate. Eli’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding as a wave of possessiveness surged through him. Lan knew exactly what he was doing. He’d chosen this spot, right outside Eli’s office, to make sure he’d see.

Eli’s stomach twisted, a mix of anger and jealousy simmering beneath the surface. Lan had been distant lately, ignoring him, brushing him off. And now this? This? It was a provocation, plain and simple. Eli’s chest heaved as he stepped back from the door, his mind racing. Lan was his. His. And he wasn’t going to let some stranger—or Lan himself—forget that.

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The house was dark when Eli returned that night, the air thick with tension. He could feel it the moment he stepped inside, Lan’s little game still lingering in his mind. He didn’t bother calling out. He didn’t need to. He knew where Lan would be.

The bedroom door creaked as Eli pushed it open, his eyes landing on Lan lounging on the bed, shirtless, his expression casual, almost smug. “Back already?” Lan drawled, his voice smooth, infuriatingly calm.

Eli didn’t respond. He crossed the room in three long strides, his hands closing around Lan’s wrists before the man could even react. Lan’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise breaking through his mask of indifference. “Eli, what—”

“Shut up,” Eli growled, his voice low, dangerous. He yanked Lan to his feet, his grip unrelenting. Lan stumbled, but Eli didn’t give him a chance to recover. He spun him around, shoving him face down onto the bed. Lan’s breath hitched, a sound that sent a thrill through Eli’s veins.

Eli’s hands moved quickly, stripping Lan of his pants, leaving him bare, exposed. Lan started to protest, but Eli silenced him with a sharp smack to his ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Lan groaned, a mix of pain and something else—something that made Eli’s blood burn hotter.

“You think you can play games with me?” Eli hissed, his hand coming down again, harder this time. Lan’s body jerked, a gasp escaping his lips. “You think I’m going to let you flirt with someone else, right in front of me?”

Another smack, and another, each one driving the point home. Lan’s skin flushed a deep red, his breathing ragged. But he didn’t fight back. He didn’t try to escape. And that only fueled Eli’s need to dominate him, to remind him who he belonged to.

Eli grabbed the handcuffs from the nightstand, snapping them around Lan’s wrists with a practiced ease. Lan’s hands were bound above his head now, helpless, vulnerable. Eli leaned down, his lips brushing against Lan’s ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice a promise, a threat. “And I’m not letting you forget that.”

Lan shivered, his body responding to Eli’s words in ways he couldn’t control. Eli’s hands trailed down his back, his touch both possessive and tender. He kissed Lan’s shoulder, his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. Lan’s breath hitched again, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Eli’s teeth sank into Lan’s neck, a sharp, possessive bite that left a mark, a claim. Lan cried out, his back arching as pleasure mixed with the pain. Eli’s lips moved lower, kissing, biting, worshiping every inch of Lan’s body. He paused at Lan’s nipples, teasing them with his tongue, nipping at them until Lan was squirming beneath him, his breath coming in short, ragged pants.

“Eli,” Lan moaned, his voice breaking. “Please…”

Eli smirked, his hands roaming over Lan’s body, exploring, savoring. “Please what?” he taunted, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “You think you deserve anything after tonight?”

Lan whimpered, his hips bucking involuntarily. Eli’s hand slid down his stomach, fingers brushing against the hard length of his cock. Lan gasped, his body trembling at the touch. “Eli—”

But Eli didn’t give him the satisfaction of more. He pulled back, his hands leaving Lan’s body, leaving him desperate, aching. Lan groaned, frustration and need written all over his face. “You’re such a tease,” he muttered, his voice rough, strained.

Eli chuckled, low and dark. “And you’re mine,” he said again, his hands gripping Lan’s hips as he positioned himself behind him. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Lan’s breath caught as Eli entered him, slow, deliberate, stretching him, filling him. Eli’s hands tightened on his hips, pulling him closer, deeper. Lan’s moan was almost a scream, his body arching, his hands tugging at the cuffs. “Eli, God—”

“Say it,” Eli demanded, his voice a growl as he thrust harder, driving into Lan with a force that left no room for argument. “Say you’re mine.”

“Yours,” Lan gasped, his voice breaking. “I’m yours, Eli, always…”

Eli’s pace quickened, his hips slamming into Lan’s, each thrust a reminder, a claim. Lan’s body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation. He could feel Eli everywhere, inside him, around him, consuming him. His moans filled the room, loud, unrestrained, as Eli pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

Eli’s hand wrapped around Lan’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Lan’s body tensed, his back arching as pleasure surged through him, overwhelming, all-consuming. “Eli, I’m—I’m going to—”

“Come for me,” Eli commanded, his voice rough, raw. “Now.”

Lan didn’t need to be told twice. His body exploded with pleasure, his release crashing over him like a wave, relentless, all-consuming. His cries echoed in the room, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. Eli wasn’t far behind, his own release hitting him with a force that left him breathless, his body shuddering as he spilled inside Lan, marking him, claiming him all over again.

For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound their ragged breathing. Eli collapsed onto the bed beside Lan, his hands moving to unbuckle the cuffs. Lan’s wrists were red, sore, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care. He was Eli’s. He always had been.

Eli pulled Lan into his arms, his lips brushing against his forehead. “Don’t ever make me jealous again,” he murmured, his voice soft, but with an edge that left no room for argument.

Lan nodded, his body still trembling, his mind hazy with pleasure. “I won’t,” he promised, his voice barely audible. “I’m yours, Eli. Only yours.”

Eli’s arms tightened around him, his breath warm against Lan’s skin. “Good,” he said, his voice low, possessive. “Because I’m never letting you go.”

Chapter Text

Nikolai x Jeremy

The crowd roared like a storm, their voices crashing against the walls of the underground arena. Jeremy Volkov stood in the centre of it all, sweat glistening on his bruised skin, his chest heaving as he raised his fists in victory. The dim, flickering lights overhead cast long shadows across his chiselled frame, and the scent of blood and adrenaline hung thick in the air.

From the sidelines, Nikolai’s voice cut through the chaos. “That’s my best friend!” he shouted, his tone ringing with pride and something far more intimate. His eyes never left Jeremy, even as Killian slapped him on the back with a loud laugh.

Nikolai didn’t bother to hide his smile. Why would he? Jeremy was his best friend, his partner in the Heathens, and—though no one knew it—his. The line between what the world saw and what they shared in secret was razor-thin, and Nikolai thrived on the thrill of it.

Jeremy’s eyes met his across the room, just for a heartbeat, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk. It was enough to send a jolt of electricity through Nikolai’s veins. He watched as Jeremy turned and disappeared into the locker room, the crowd still chanting his name.

Killian turned to Nikolai, grinning. “You’re loud as hell, Sokolov. You’d think you were the one who just won.”

Nikolai shrugged, his smirk widening. “Someone’s gotta hype him up. You’re too busy looking pretty.”

Killian rolled his eyes and shoved him playfully, but Nikolai was already moving, slipping away from the group with practiced ease. He made his way to the locker room, his heart pounding with a different kind of anticipation now.

The door clicked shut behind him, and the noise of the crowd faded into a distant hum. Jeremy stood by the lockers, shirtless, his back to the door as he wiped the sweat from his face with a towel. The muscles in his shoulders rippled with the movement, and the sight of him like this—raw and untamed—made Nikolai’s breath hitch.

“You’re gonna give people the wrong idea if you keep staring like that,” Jeremy said without turning around, his voice low and teasing.

Nikolai stepped closer, his boots clicking softly against the tiled floor. “And what idea would that be, Volkov?”

Jeremy glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes on him. “That you’re obsessed with me.”

Nikolai closed the distance between them in two strides, his hands finding Jeremy’s hips as he pressed him against the locker. “Maybe I am,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Jeremy’s ear.

Jeremy shivered, his breath catching as Nikolai’s hands slid up his sides. “Niko…” His voice was a warning, but it was drowned out by the way his body leaned into the touch.

Nikolai smirked, his fingers tracing the defined lines of Jeremy’s abs. “You’re a mess,” he said, his voice a low purr. “Let me clean you up.”

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed, but there was no real heat in it. “You just want an excuse to get your hands on me.”

“Maybe.” Nikolai’s lips trailed down Jeremy’s neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt on his skin. Jeremy let out a soft groan, his hands gripping Nikolai’s shoulders as he tilted his head to give him better access.

The towel slipped from Jeremy’s fingers and fell to the floor as Nikolai’s hands roamed, exploring every inch of him like he was committing it to memory. Their kisses were hungry, desperate, each one stealing the breath from the other’s lungs. Jeremy’s hands fisted in Nikolai’s shirt, pulling him closer, and Nikolai let out a low growl of approval.

But just as Nikolai’s fingers began to tug at the waistband of Jeremy’s sweats, the door creaked open.

They sprang apart like they’d been burned, Nikolai stepping back just as Vaughn strode into the room.

“Jeremy,” Vaughn said, his eyes flicking between them. “Good fight. Killian’s waiting for us.”

Jeremy nodded, his face a mask of calm, though Nikolai could see the tension in every line of his body. “Yeah, We’ll be there in a minute.”

Vaughn gave them a curt nod and left, the door slamming shut behind him. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with unspoken words and the lingering heat of their forbidden embrace.

Nikolai exhaled sharply, running a hand through his tousled hair. “He’s got the worst timing.”

Jeremy chuckled, though it came out strained. “You’re the one who can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

Nikolai raised an eyebrow, stepping closer again. “And if I don’t want to?”

Jeremy’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Then you’d better make sure no one’s around to see.”

As Vaughn left them, Jeremy wiped of his sweat and wore a t-shirt. Nikolai was still staring and kissing him in his mind.

Jeremy noticed and his lips curved into a sly grin, but he kept his voice hushed. “Later. When no one’s around.”

Nikolai’s fingers twitched at his side, as if he were resisting the urge to reach out and touch. “I’m holding you to that.”

When they emerged from the locker room, the rest of the group was already gathered in the main hall of the mansion, the chaos of the night slowly winding down. Vaughn was in the corner, his sharp eyes scanning the room with his usual curt demeanor. Nikolai shot Jeremy a look, a silent reminder to keep their game face on.

“You looked good out there,” Vaughn said as they approached, his tone as clipped as ever. “The Serpents won’t know what hit them next time.”

Jeremy nodded, forcing himself to focus on the conversation. “Thanks. They’re getting sloppy.”

They spent the next hour mingling with the group, their interactions careful, calculated. Every glance, every brush of their hands, was charged with the electricity of what was to come. Jeremy’s mind was already racing with ideas, the memory of Nikolai’s lips on his skin a constant distraction. He could feel Nikolai’s eyes on him, his gaze burning with the same desire.

Finally, the crowd began to thin, the night slipping into the early hours of the morning. Nikolai caught Jeremy’s eye, nodding subtly toward the staircase. Jeremy’s pulse quickened as he excused himself, making his way upstairs with Nikolai following a few minutes later. They moved silently through the dimly lit halls of the mansion, the familiar path to their secret hideaway etched into their memories.

The room was small, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the mansion. They had discovered it years ago, and it had become their sanctuary. Nikolai closed the door behind them, the lock clicking softly into place.

Jeremy turned to face him, his breath catching in his throat as Nikolai stepped closer, his eyes dark with desire. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” Nikolai murmured, his voice rough.

“Good,” Jeremy replied, his hands already reaching for Nikolai’s waist. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was all heat and hunger, the pent-up tension from the night finally exploding between them. Nikolai’s hands roamed over Jeremy’s body, his touch desperate, demanding. Jeremy groaned into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Nikolai’s hair as he pulled him closer.

Nikolai broke the kiss, his breath ragged. “You’re fucking insatiable.”

Jeremy grinned, his hands sliding beneath Nikolai’s shirt. “You love it.”

Nikolai didn’t argue, his lips finding Jeremy’s neck as he pushed him back against the wall. Jeremy’s head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as Nikolai’s teeth grazed his skin. ”Nikolai…”

Nikolai’s hands moved to Jeremy’s belt, his fingers fumbling slightly in his haste. Jeremy laughed breathlessly, his own hands working to undo Nikolai’s pants. “Someone’s eager.”

“Shut up,” Nikolai growled, his lips capturing Jeremy’s in another searing kiss.

Their clothes fell to the floor in a messy pile, their bodies pressing together with no barriers left between them. Nikolai’s hands moved over Jeremy’s skin, every touch igniting a fire that burned hotter with every second. Jeremy’s hands gripped Nikolai’s hips, his nails digging into the flesh as he pulled him closer.

Nikolai dropped to his knees, his eyes holding Jeremy’s as he took him into his mouth. Jeremy’s breath hitched, his hands tangling in Nikolai’s hair as he watched him with a mix of awe and desire. ”Fuck, Nikolai…”

Nikolai’s tongue moved expertly, his hands gripping Jeremy’s thighs as he took him deeper. Jeremy’s moans filled the room, his hips moving involuntarily as the pleasure built within him. Nikolai’s eyes never left his, the intensity of his gaze only heightening the sensations.

Jeremy pulled Nikolai to his feet, his lips crashing against his in a desperate kiss. “I need you,” he murmured against Nikolai’s lips. “Now.”

Nikolai didn’t need to be told twice, his hands guiding Jeremy to the bed as they fell onto it together. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the rhythm natural, familiar. Nikolai’s lips found Jeremy’s ear, his breath hot as he whispered, ”You’re mine, Jeremy. Always.”

Jeremy’s response was lost in a moan, his hands gripping Nikolai’s back as they moved together, the world outside their room fading into nothing. The only thing that mattered was the heat between them, the fire that burned brighter with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.

Nikolai’s lips trailed down Jeremy’s neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Jeremy’s back arched, his hands gripping the sheets as the sensations overwhelmed him. ”Niko… don’t stop.”

“Never,” Nikolai whispered, his voice a promise as he picked up the pace, driving Jeremy closer to the edge.

Jeremy’s breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling as the pleasure built within him. Nikolai’s name fell from his lips like a prayer, his hands clutching at Nikolai’s shoulders as the world around him blurred.

“Come for me,” Nikolai urged, his voice rough with desire.

Jeremy’s body obeyed, the waves of pleasure crashing over him as he cried out Nikolai’s name. Nikolai followed soon after, their bodies pressed together as they rode out the aftershocks together.

They lay in each other’s arms, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Jeremy traced idle patterns on Nikolai’s chest, a contented smile on his lips. “That was… something else.”

Nikolai chuckled, pressing a kiss to Jeremy’s forehead. “You’re something else.”

“You’re not done yet,” Jeremy replied, his hand moving lower. “We’ve got all night.”

Jeremy’s hand lingered on Nikolai’s hip, his fingers pressing into the warm skin as he shifted his weight, pinning Nikolai beneath him. Nikolai’s breath hitched, his lips parting as Jeremy leaned down, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled, hungry and desperate, as Jeremy’s hands roamed Nikolai’s body, tracing every line and curve.

“You’re mine as well Nikolai,” Jeremy murmured against Nikolai’s lips, his voice low and possessive. Nikolai shuddered, his hands gripping Jeremy’s shoulders as he arched into the touch.

Jeremy’s mouth trailed down Nikolai’s neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and bite marks that made Nikolai moan softly. He reached Nikolai’s chest, his tongue flicking over a nipple, making Nikolai gasp and squirm beneath him. Jeremy sucked harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub as his other hand teased the other nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.

“Jer—” Nikolai’s voice broke, his hips lifting off the bed as Jeremy’s hands moved lower, skimming over his abs and stopping at the waistband of his boxers. Jeremy’s fingers hooked into the fabric, pulling them down slowly, revealing Nikolai’s hard cock, already leaking with anticipation.

Jeremy’s eyes darkened with desire as he leaned down, taking Nikolai’s length into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip. Nikolai’s hands tangled in Jeremy’s hair, his hips bucking as Jeremy took him deeper, his throat relaxing around the thick shaft.

“Fuck, Jer—” Nikolai’s back arched, his toes curling as Jeremy’s mouth worked him, his tongue pressing against the sensitive underside. Jeremy’s hands moved to Nikolai’s thighs, spreading them wider as he pulled back, leaving Nikolai trembling with need.

Jeremy reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers before pressing one against Nikolai’s entrance. Nikolai’s breath caught, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing as Jeremy’s finger pushed inside, slow and deliberate.

“Relax,” Jeremy whispered, his free hand stroking Nikolai’s thigh as he worked the first finger in and out, stretching him gently. Nikolai’s moans filled the room, his hands clutching the sheets as Jeremy added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him further.

“Jeremy—” Nikolai’s voice was a desperate plea, his body writhing on the bed as Jeremy’s fingers brushed against his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure through him. Jeremy’s lips curled into a smirk as he added a third finger, stretching Nikolai until he was gasping, his cock twitching with need.

“You’re ready for me,” Jeremy murmured, pulling his fingers out and slicking his own cock with lube. He positioned himself between Nikolai’s legs, his tip pressing against Nikolai’s entrance. Nikolai’s legs wrapped around Jeremy’s waist, pulling him closer as Jeremy pushed inside, slow and steady.

Nikolai’s breath hitched, his body tensing for a moment before he relaxed, letting Jeremy fill him completely. Jeremy paused, giving Nikolai time to adjust, his hands gripping Nikolai’s hips as he leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“You feel so good,” Jeremy groaned, his hips starting to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in, deeper this time. Nikolai’s moans were muffled by Jeremy’s lips, his hands clawing at Jeremy’s back as he took him, again and again.

Jeremy’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate as he buried himself deep inside Nikolai, their bodies slamming together with each movement. Nikolai’s nails dug into Jeremy’s skin, his legs tightening around him as he met each thrust, his cock trapped between their bodies, leaking precum with every movement.

“Jer— I’m close—” Nikolai’s voice was a broken whisper, his body trembling with the need for release. Jeremy’s hand moved between them, wrapping around Nikolai’s cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me,” Jeremy growled, his voice rough with desire as he slammed into Nikolai, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Nikolai’s back arched off the bed, his body convulsing as he came, his release spilling over Jeremy’s hand and onto his own stomach.

Jeremy’s thrusts faltered, his own orgasm crashing over him as he buried himself deep inside Nikolai, his release filling him as he groaned, his body shuddering with pleasure.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they caught their breath. Jeremy’s hand traced lazy circles on Nikolai’s back, his lips pressing soft kisses to his shoulder.

“You’re incredible,” Jeremy murmured, his voice soft and filled with affection. Nikolai smiled, his fingers trailing down Jeremy’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

“So are you,” Nikolai replied, his voice still shaky from their intense lovemaking. He shifted slightly, wincing as he felt the aftermath of Jeremy’s passion. “You’re insatiable.”

Jeremy chuckled, his hand moving lower to cup Nikolai’s ass, pulling him closer. “I can’t help it. You’re irresistible.”

Nikolai’s lips curled into a sly smile, his fingers tracing the muscles of Jeremy’s chest. “Well, if you’re not done yet—”

Jeremy cut him off with a kiss, his body pressing against Nikolai’s once again. “I’m never done with you.”

Jeremy’s lips lingered on Nikolai’s for a moment longer before he finally pulled back, his breath warm against Niko’s skin. The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of sheets as they shifted closer together, their bodies still tangled in the afterglow of their intimacy. Nikolai’s fingers traced idle patterns along Jeremy’s chest, his touch lazy but deliberate, as if he couldn’t bear to lose contact with him.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Jeremy murmured, his voice low and rough, a hint of amusement threading through the words. He tugged Nikolai closer, his arm slung heavy over his waist, holding him tight.

Nikolai smirked, his head tilting to press a soft kiss to Jeremy’s jaw. “And yet you keep coming back for more.”

Jeremy chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and into Nikolai’s skin. “I can’t help it. You’re like a drug I can’t quit.”

Nikolai’s fingers stilled for a moment, his expression softening as he looked up at Jeremy. “You’re not so bad yourself, Volkov,” he teased, though there was a warmth in his eyes that betrayed the lightness of his tone.

“We should probably get back,” Jeremy said eventually, his voice reluctant. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to let go of Nikolai.

Nikolai sighed, his fingers trailing down Jeremy’s arm as he reluctantly untangled himself. “Yeah, I know,” he muttered, sitting up and running a hand through his disheveled hair. He glanced back at Jeremy, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “But maybe we can sneak out tomorrow. Just the two of us.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. “A date, Sokolov? I didn’t know you were so romantic.”

Nikolai rolled his eyes, though the faint flush on his cheeks betrayed him. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just thought it’d be nice to get out of this place for a while. Besides, if anyone sees us, we can just say we’re hanging out.”

Jeremy’s grin widened, and he reached out to tug Nikolai back down for a quick kiss. “Careful, Nikolai. People might start to think you actually like me.”

Nikolai pulled back, his lips quirking into a smirk. “I tolerate you. Barely.”

Jeremy laughed, and he pressed one last kiss to Nikolai’s lips before reluctantly getting out of bed. “We’ll see about that.”

---

The next morning, Jeremy caught sight of Nikolai leaning casually against the wall near the entrance, his arms crossed and a faint smirk playing on his lips. Their eyes met, and Nikolai raised an eyebrow, a silent question in his gaze. Jeremy nodded subtly, and Nikolai pushed off the wall, heading toward the door without a word.

Jeremy followed. He slipped out the door and found Nikolai waiting for him just outside, the faint breeze ruffling his dark hair.

“Took you long enough,” Nikolai teased, falling into step beside Jeremy as they walked down the path that led away from the mansion.

“I had to make sure no one was watching,” Jeremy replied, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. “You’re not exactly subtle, you know.”

Nikolai shrugged, his hands slipping into his pockets as they walked. “Subtlety is overrated.”

Jeremy started the car, as Nikolai sat beside him. He started to drive without telling Nikolai where they were going.

“So,” Nikolai said after a while, glancing over at Jeremy with a sly smile. “Where are you taking me, Jer? Somewhere romantic, I hope.”

Jeremy snorted, shaking his head. “You’re such a pain, you know that?”

Nikolai’s grin widened, and he bumped Jeremy’s shoulder with his own. “But you love it.”

Jeremy didn’t respond, though the faint flush on his cheeks was answer enough. They drived in comfortable silence for a while, the tension between them thrumming just beneath the surface.

Eventually, they reached a secluded spot along the shoreline, the sand soft beneath their feet and the water stretching out endlessly before them. Nikolai stopped, his gaze lingering on the horizon for a moment before he turned to Jeremy.

“Not bad, Jer,” he said, his voice tinged with genuine appreciation. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Just enjoy the moment, Niko.”

Nikolai chuckled, and for a moment, they simply stood there, the sound of the waves filling the silence between them. Then, without warning, Nikolai stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush against Jeremy’s.

Jeremy’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he turned to face Nikolai. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” Jeremy murmured, his voice low and rough.

Nikolai’s lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Jeremy’s skin. “And yet you keep coming back for more.”

Before Jeremy could respond, Nikolai closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against Jeremy’s in a soft, fleeting kiss. It was over almost as soon as it began, but it left Jeremy breathless, his pulse racing.

Nikolai pulled back, his smirk widening as he took in the effect he had on Jeremy. “Careful. Someone might see.”

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed, though there was no real anger in his gaze. “You’re impossible.”

Nikolai laughed, the sound light and carefree, and he stepped back, his hand slipping from Jeremy’s. “Come on, let’s walk. We’ve got all day.”

Jeremy hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on Nikolai’s lips before he finally nodded. They turned and continued walking along the shoreline, their hands brushing occasionally, their silence filled with unspoken words.

There were so many things they couldn’t say, so many things they had to hide. But here, in this moment, they could pretend. Just for a little while.

The sun was setting, the waves were lapping softly against the sand. Jeremy’s hand tightened around Nikolai’s as he glanced around, ensuring they were alone. He caught Nikolai’s gaze, that irresistible hunger in his eyes, and without a word, he tugged him toward the rocks, offering privacy.

Nikolai smirked, his voice low and teasing. “What’s the plan, Jer? Getting me alone again?”

Jeremy didn’t answer. The rock was rough against Niko’s back, but he didn’t care. He could feel the heat radiating from Jeremy, the way his lean torso pressed into him, the faint sheen of sweat still lingering from their earlier walk. Jeremy’s lips found his in a searing kiss, his insatiable desire taking over as his hands roamed down Nikolai’s body, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

“God, Jer,” Nikolai gasped, his head falling back against the rock as Jeremy’s fingers wrapped around his hardening length, stroking him slowly, teasingly. Every touch sent sparks shooting through him, and he groaned, his hands moving to tug Jeremy’s shirt up and over his head, exposing his toned chest. Nikolai’s lips latched onto one of Jeremy’s nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, and he felt Jeremy’s grip tighten in response.

“Fuck, Niko,” Jeremy hissed, his hips pressing forward involuntarily as Nikolai’s mouth worked him over. The dual sensations—Jeremy’s hand on him and Nikolai’s mouth on his chest—were almost too much, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His fingers moved expertly, stroking Nikolai with just the right amount of pressure, his thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the precum that had started to bead there.

Nikolai moaned against Jeremy’s skin, his hands sliding down to tease the waistband of Jeremy’s pants, fingers dipping just beneath the fabric to trace the line of his hip bone. “You’re so good at this,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Always know exactly how to touch me.”

Jeremy’s breath hitched, his free hand tangling in Nikolai’s hair as he pulled him up for another fierce kiss. Their lips crashed together, tongues tangling, teeth clashing, the intensity of their desire threatening to consume them. Jeremy’s hand sped up, his strokes becoming more urgent as Nikolai’s hips bucked into his touch.

“Want you so bad,” Jeremy growled against Nikolai’s lips, his voice thick with need. “Can’t ever get enough of you.”

Nikolai grinned, his hands finally pushing Jeremy’s pants and boxers down, freeing his erection from its confines. He wrapped his fingers around Jeremy’s length, stroking him in time with Jeremy’s movements, their foreheads pressed together as they panted into each other’s mouths. The pleasure was overwhelming, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through them.

“You’re fucking insatiable,” Nikolai teased, though his own voice was shaky, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. “Always so desperate for me.”

Jeremy didn’t deny it, his hips thrusting into Nikolai’s hand as his own strokes became erratic. “You’re irresistible,” he admitted, his voice breaking as he felt the coil in his stomach tighten. “Always have been.”

Their movements grew frantic, their breaths ragged as they chased their release together. Nikolai’s lips found Jeremy’s neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as Jeremy’s hand twisted slightly, wringing a moan from Nikolai’s lips. “Jer—I’m close,” Nikolai warned, his grip tightening on Jeremy as he felt the heat building inside him.

“Me too,” Jeremy gasped, his own release imminent as he felt Nikolai’s fingers tighten around him. “Come with me, Niko.”

Their climax hit them like a tidal wave, Nikolai’s body arching into Jeremy’s as he spilled over his hand. Jeremy followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he came in Nikolai’s grip, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of their release.

For a moment, they clung to each other, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in unison. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them.

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Creighton x Vaughn

"What the fuck, Creigh," Vaughn breathed, his voice low and gravelly as he stared at the piercing. His fingers hovered just above Creighton’s chest, not quite touching, as if he were afraid the piercings might vanish if he did.

Jeremy, on the other hand, had no such hesitation. His hands were already on Creighton’s skin, tracing the delicate curves of the barbells that pierced each nipple. "You got pierced?" he asked, his voice a mix of awe and something darker, hungrier. "When? Why?"

Creighton smirked, leaning back against the edge of the bed, his bare chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. "A month ago. When the two of you were in New York. Thought it’d be a surprise." His voice was casual, but there was a flicker of nervousness in his eyes, the kind that came with anticipation. Were they going to like it? Were they going to love it?

Vaughn’s gaze dropped lower, his eyes narrowing as he noticed something else—a faint outline of ink peeking out from the hem of Creighton’s boxers. "What’s that?" he asked, his voice sharp, commanding.

Creighton’s smirk widened as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slowly, teasingly, pulled them down. The room seemed to hold its breath as the tattoos were revealed: Vaughn in elegant script on one inner thigh, Jeremy on the other.

Jeremy let out a strangled sound, something between a laugh and a groan, while Vaughn just stared, his jaw clenched tight. For a moment, no one moved. Then Vaughn’s hand shot out, gripping Creighton’s chin and forcing his head up. "You’re ours," he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness.

Creighton shivered at the tone, his body responding instantly. "Always," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jeremy’s hands were everywhere now, tracing the lines of the tattoos, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of Creighton’s inner thighs. "You’re insane," he murmured, his breath hot against Creighton’s skin. "Insane and perfect."

Vaughn stepped forward, his body crowding Creighton’s, his hands roaming over the newly revealed artwork. "You did this for us," he said, his voice softer now, almost reverent. "You marked yourself for us."

Creighton nodded, his breath hitching as Jeremy’s fingers found their way to his piercings, tugging gently at the barbells. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. "Wanted you to know," he gasped, "how much you mean to me. How much you own me."

Vaughn’s eyes darkened at the words, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against Creighton’s ear. "Let us show you, as well" he whispered, his voice a promise.

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice. He was already moving, his hands sliding up Creighton’s chest to tease his nipples again, his mouth following close behind. He took one of the barbells between his teeth, tugging gently, then lapping at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Creighton arched into the touch, a low moan escaping his lips.

Vaughn’s hands were on Creighton’s hips now, pulling him closer, his fingers tracing the tattoos. "You’re going to look so fucking good when we’re done with you," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Creighton’s head fell back, his body thrumming with anticipation. He could feel the heat of Vaughn’s body pressed against his, the way Jeremy’s mouth was driving him wild. "Please," he begged, his voice breaking. "Please, just—"

Vaughn cut him off with a kiss, his tongue plunging into Creighton’s mouth, claiming him in a way that left no room for doubt. Jeremy’s hands were everywhere, teasing, exploring, worshiping every inch of Creighton’s body.

"On the bed," Vaughn ordered, pulling away just long enough to speak. Creighton didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed onto the bed, his body trembling with need.

Jeremy followed him, his hands never leaving Creighton’s skin. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the tattoo on Creighton’s inner thigh. "Mine," he whispered, his voice fierce.

Vaughn was on the other side, his mouth finding the other tattoo. "Mine," he growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Creighton writhed between them, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yours," he moaned, his voice breaking. "Always yours."

Jeremy’s hands were on Creighton’s chest again, his fingers toying with the piercings, his mouth hot and demanding. Vaughn’s teeth left marks on Creighton’s thigh, a brand of his own to match the tattoo.

"Turn over," Vaughn commanded, his voice low and rough.

Creighton obeyed without hesitation, his body moving on instinct. He felt Vaughn’s hands on his hips, pulling him up onto his knees. Jeremy’s hands were on his back, tracing the lines of his spine, his mouth hot against the nape of his neck.

"Fuck, you’re beautiful," Jeremy murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Vaughn’s hands were on Creighton’s ass now, squeezing roughly, then spreading him open. Creighton gasped, his body trembling with anticipation.

"Relax," Vaughn ordered, his voice firm but gentle. "We’re going to take care of you."

Creighton nodded, his breath hitching as he felt Vaughn’s fingers teasing him, preparing him. Jeremy’s hands were on his chest again, playing with his piercings, his mouth hot against his ear.

"You’re ours," Jeremy whispered, his voice a promise. "All ours."

Creighton moaned, his body arching into their touch. He could feel Vaughn’s fingers inside him, stretching him, preparing him. Jeremy’s mouth was on his neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks that would last for days.

"Please," Creighton begged, his voice breaking. "Please, just—"

Vaughn didn’t make him wait. He pressed inside him in one smooth motion, his hands gripping Creighton’s hips tightly. Creighton cried out, the sensation overwhelming, his body stretching to accommodate Vaughn’s size.

Jeremy’s hands were on his chest again, playing with his piercings, his mouth hot against his ear. "You’re doing so good," he murmured, his voice thick with praise.

Creighton moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. He could feel Vaughn moving inside him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. Jeremy’s hands were everywhere, teasing, exploring, worshiping every inch of his body.

"Fuck, you’re tight," Vaughn growled, his voice rough with desire.

Creighton moaned, his body arching into Vaughn’s thrusts. He could feel the pleasure building inside him, his body on the edge of release.

Jeremy’s hands were on his nipples now, tugging gently at the piercings, his mouth hot against his ear. "Come for us," he whispered, his voice fierce.

Creighton didn’t need to be told twice. His body convulsed, pleasure crashing over him in waves as he came, his body trembling with the intensity of it. Vaughn growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed him over the edge, his hands gripping Creighton’s hips tightly.

Jeremy’s hands were still on his chest, playing with his piercings, his mouth hot against his ear. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with praise.

Creighton’s body was limp, his breath coming in short, gasps. He could feel Vaughn pulling out of him, his hands still on his hips. Jeremy’s hands were everywhere, tracing the lines of his body, his mouth hot against his skin.

"Turn over," Vaughn ordered, his voice low and rough.

Creighton’s body obeyed Vaughn’s command without hesitation, his limbs moving sluggishly as he rolled onto his back. The sheets beneath him were cold against his overheated skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth radiating from both Vaughn and Jeremy as they loomed over him. His breath hitched as Vaughn’s hand trailed down his chest, fingers brushing over his pierced nipples with deliberate precision. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core.

Jeremy’s voice was soft but commanding as he leaned closer, his breath warm against Creighton’s ear. “You look so good like this, Creigh. All spread out for us.” His fingers traced the line of Creighton’s collarbone before dipping lower, tracing the curve of his tattooed inner thighs. “These… these are beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Creighton shivered, the words sinking into him like a brand. He loved this—loved being the center of their attention, loved the way they looked at him like he was something precious, something to be treasured. And he loved the way they touched him, their hands possessive yet tender, as if they couldn’t get enough.

Vaughn’s low growl cut through the haze of pleasure. “Jeremy, grab the blindfold.”

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice. He reached over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and retrieving a soft black blindfold. Creighton’s heart raced as Jeremy’s fingers brushed against his temples, securing the fabric over his eyes. The world went dark, and suddenly every touch felt amplified, every sound sharper.

Vaughn’s hands returned to his chest, fingers pinching and tugging at his piercings with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Creighton gasped, his back arching off the bed as Vaughn’s mouth closed over one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive metal. The sensation was overwhelming, and he moaned, his hands fisting the sheets.

“You love this, don’t you?” Vaughn murmured against his skin, his voice rough with desire. “Love being ours.”

“Yes,” Creighton breathed, his voice trembling.

Jeremy’s hands joined Vaughn’s, his fingers exploring Creighton’s body with a reverence that made him ache. Every touch felt like worship, like Jeremy was memorizing every inch of him. His hands drifted lower, fingers teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, tracing the tattoos that bore their names.

“Fuck, Creigh. You’re perfect.” Jeremy whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Vaughn’s hands moved to Creighton’s hips, lifting him effortlessly. Creighton’s breath hitched as he felt the slick warmth of Jeremy’s tongue against his hole, licking and probing with a slow, deliberate intensity. The sensation was maddening, and he whimpered, his hips canting upward.

“Jer,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “Please…”

Jeremy didn’t need to be asked twice. He pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin of Creighton’s inner thigh before positioning himself, the head of his cock pressing against Creighton’s entrance. Vaughn’s hands tightened on Creighton’s hips, holding him steady as Jeremy pushed inside, slow and deep.

Creighton groaned, his body stretching to accommodate Jeremy’s length. The feeling of being filled was overwhelming, and he arched his back, his fingers digging into the sheets. Jeremy’s hands gripped his thighs, his thrusts steady and unrelenting, each movement sending waves of pleasure through Creighton’s body.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Jeremy breathed, his voice strained with effort. “So tight, Creigh. So perfect.”

Vaughn’s hands were everywhere, tracing the lines of Creighton’s body, pinching and teasing his nipples, his mouth hot against his skin. Creighton was drowning in sensation, the blindfold heightening every touch, every sound. He could hear the slick sound of skin against skin, the rough rhythm of Jeremy’s breathing, the low growl of Vaughn’s voice.

“You’re ours,” Vaughn murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Creighton’s neck. “All of you. Every inch.”

Creighton moaned, his head falling back against the pillows. The combination of Jeremy’s relentless thrusts and Vaughn’s possessive touch was overwhelming, and he felt himself teetering on the edge. His body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure.

Jeremy’s hands moved to Creighton’s hips, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic. “Fuck, Creigh. I’m close.”

“Let go,” Vaughn commanded, his voice rough. “Let us take care of you.”

Creighton didn’t need to be told twice. His body convulsed, pleasure crashing over him in waves as he came, his body trembling with the intensity of it. Jeremy groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed him over the edge, his hands gripping Creighton’s hips tightly.

Vaughn’s hands were still on his chest, playing with his piercings, his mouth hot against his ear. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice thick with praise.

Creighton’s body was limp, his breath coming in short, gasps. He could feel Jeremy pulling out of him, his hands still on his hips. Vaughn’s hands were everywhere, tracing the lines of his body, his mouth hot against his skin.

“Now,” Vaughn growled, his voice low and rough. “Lets fill you completely, darling.”

Creighton’s body trembled as Vaughn’s growl echoed in his ear, the promise of being filled completely sending a jolt of anticipation through him. His muscles were still trembling from his climax, but the hunger in Vaughn’s voice reignited something deep within him, a raw need that refused to be ignored. They weren’t done with him yet.

Jeremy’s hands slid up Creighton’s sides, his touch possessive and deliberate, before settling on his hips. “You’re so good for us,” Jeremy murmured, his voice low and honeyed, as his fingers traced the edges of the tattoos. The words sent a shiver down Creighton’s spine, and he arched into the touch, his body craving more.

Vaughn’s lips were on his neck now, warm and insistent, leaving a trail of soft kisses that quickly turned into sharp nips. Creighton gasped, the sting mixing with the lingering pleasure in his body, and he tilted his head to the side, giving Vaughn more access. Jeremy followed suit, his teeth grazing the other side of Creighton’s neck, their dual assault sending sparks of electricity through him.

Their fingers found him at the same time, slick and teasing, as Vaughn and Jeremy worked him open in perfect unison. Creighton moaned, his hips lifting off the bed, the sensation of their fingers stretching him making his breath hitch. They were everywhere—his body, his mind, his soul.

“Look at him,” Vaughn growled, his voice thick with lust. “So desperate for us.”

Jeremy chuckled, his fingers pressing deeper, eliciting another moan from Creighton. “He’s perfect,” Jeremy said, his tone dripping with adoration. “Always so willing, so eager.”

Creighton’s chest heaved as their fingers moved inside him, the sensation overwhelming him. His hands gripped the sheets, their fabric bunching beneath his fingers, and he bit his lip to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. But Vaughn wasn’t having it.

“No,” Vaughn said firmly, his hand gripping Creighton’s chin and forcing him to look up. “Let us hear you. Let us know how much you need this.”

Creighton’s moan broke free, loud and unrestrained, as their fingers found that spot inside him that made his vision blur. His body shook, his legs spreading wider, and he felt Vaughn and Jeremy exchange a look above him, their silent communication sending another wave of heat through him.

“Ready for us, baby?” Jeremy asked, his voice soft but laced with promise.

Creighton nodded, his words failing him, but Vaughn wasn’t satisfied. “Use your words,” Vaughn demanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

“Yes,” Creighton gasped, his voice trembling. “Please. Please, I need you both.”

Vaughn’s smirk was predatory as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Creighton’s ear. “So perfect.”

Jeremy’s hands tightened on his hips, and Creighton felt the pressure of his cock pressing against him again, hot and insistent. Vaughn’s arousal was just as palpable, and Creighton’s breath caught as he realized they were going to take him together.

The first stretch was intense, the sensation of both of them filling him at once making his head spin. Creighton’s moan was loud, his body trembling as he struggled to adjust to the size of them. Vaughn’s hand was on his chest, playing with his nipple piercings, the sharp tug sending a spike of pleasure through him. Jeremy’s hands were on his hips, steadying him, as they both began to move.

The rhythm was slow at first, deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Creighton’s body. He could feel every inch of them, their cocks brushing against each other inside him, and the sensation was overwhelming. His hands clawed at the sheets, his back arching as they drove deeper, their movements perfectly synchronized.

“Fuck,” Vaughn groaned, his voice rough with need. “You feel incredible.”

Jeremy’s breath was hot against Creighton’s neck as he leaned down, his lips brushing against his skin. “So tight,” Jeremy murmured, his voice trembling with desire.

Creighton’s moans were continuous now, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge. He could feel them both inside him, claiming him, and the thought sent a surge of pleasure through him. He was theirs, completely and utterly theirs.

Vaughn’s hand moved from his chest to his cock, stroking him in time with their thrusts, and Creighton’s hips bucked, his body desperate for release. Jeremy’s teeth grazed his neck, the sharp sting mixing with the pleasure coursing through him, and Creighton’s moan broke into a cry.

“That’s it,” Vaughn growled, his voice low and commanding. “Come for us.”

The words sent him over the edge, his body convulsing as pleasure crashed over him in waves. Vaughn’s grip tightened on his cock, milking every drop from him, and Creighton’s vision blurred as his climax consumed him.

Jeremy’s thrusts became erratic, his groans mingling with Vaughn’s as they both followed him over the edge, filling him completely. The sensation of them both inside him, their releases spilling into him, made Creighton’s body shake with aftershocks, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Vaughn’s hand was on his chest again, tracing the lines of his tattoos, his touch possessive and reverent. Jeremy’s lips were on his neck, soft kisses replacing the sharp bites, and Creighton felt a sense of completeness wash over him.

“Good boy,” Vaughn murmured, his voice thick with praise. “You took us so well.”

Jeremy’s hand brushed through Creighton’s hair, his touch tender. “So perfect,” Jeremy whispered.

Creighton’s body was limp, his muscles heavy with pleasure, but he could feel them still inside him, their presence a constant reminder of their possession. His breath steadied, his heart still racing, and he leaned into their touches, basking in their affection.

Vaughn’s lips brushed against his ear, his voice low and rough. “We’re not done with you yet, darling.”

Jeremy’s chuckle was soft, his hand resting on Creighton’s hip. “Not even close,” he added.

Creighton’s eyes fluttered shut, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He was theirs, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Vaughn’s fingers traced the outline of his tattoos, his touch sending shivers down Creighton’s spine. “You’re ours,” Vaughn growled. “Every inch of you.”

Jeremy’s hand tightened on his hip, his voice firm. “And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”

Creighton’s breath hitched, his body already stirring with renewed desire. They weren’t done with him yet, and he was ready to give them everything they wanted.

Vaughn’s lips found his neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You’re going to take us again, aren’t you?”

Jeremy’s hand moved from his hip to his thigh, his touch possessive. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

Creighton’s moan was soft but eager, his body arching into their touches. He was theirs, completely and utterly theirs, and he was ready for whatever they had planned.

Vaughn’s smirk was predatory as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Creighton’s ear. “Such a good boy for us.”

Jeremy’s hand tightened on his thigh, his voice low and promising. “Let’s see how much more you can take.”

Chapter Text

Nikolai x Brandon

Brandon’s breath hitched as Nikolai’s fingers trailed down his spine, the touch light but deliberate. Nikolai’s smirk was barely hidden as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “You’re so tense, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Relax for me.”

Brandon shivered, his body already responding to the command. He loved this—loved the way Nikolai could take control with just a word, just a touch. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him, the fabric bunching between his fingers as Nikolai’s hands continued to explore. They were everywhere, tracing over his shoulders, down his sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Niko…” Brandon’s voice was a whimper, a plea for more. He could feel Nikolai’s hardness pressing against his ass, the proof of how much his lover wanted him. But Nikolai wasn’t rushing, and he always rushed. He took his time, savoring every moment, every sound that escaped Brandon’s lips.

Nikolai’s fingers dipped lower, teasing the curve of Brandon’s ass. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “I wonder how much you can take.”

Brandon’s breath caught again as Nikolai’s fingers slid between his cheeks, brushing against his hole. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him. He arched his back, pressing into the touch, silently begging for more.

Nikolai chuckled, the sound deep and dark. “Patience, baby.” His fingers returned, this time with more pressure, circling the tight ring of muscle. “You’re going to take my fingers, aren’t you? Take them like the good boy you are.”

Brandon bit his lip, nodding frantically. He couldn’t form words, not when Nikolai was touching him like this. He felt the tip of one finger press against his entrance, and his whole body tensed in anticipation.

“Relax,” Nikolai commanded, his voice firm but gentle. He pressed forward, easing his finger inside, inch by agonizing inch. Brandon gasped, the sensation overwhelming but so, so good. Nikolai’s finger was inside him, stretching him, filling him in the best way possible.

“That’s it,” Nikolai murmured, his voice thick with approval. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Brandon moaned, the sound muffled by the pillow he’d buried his face in. Nikolai’s finger moved slowly, sliding in and out, the rhythm maddening. He wanted more, needed more, but he knew better than to beg. Nikolai would give him what he wanted.

“Daddy’s got you,” Nikolai said, his tone playful, almost teasing. It was a joke, a lighthearted comment, but the moment the word left his lips, Brandon froze. His breath caught, his body tensed, and a low, desperate moan escaped his lips.

Nikolai’s eyes widened, his finger stilling inside Brandon. “What was that?” he asked, his voice filled with surprise and something else—something dark and hungry.

Brandon’s face burned with embarrassment, but he couldn’t deny the way his body had reacted. The word had sent a shock of pleasure through him, lighting him up in ways he hadn’t expected. He turned his face away, unable to meet Nikolai’s gaze.

But Nikolai wasn’t letting it go. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “Did you like that, baby? Did you like it when I called myself Daddy?”

Brandon whimpered, his hips shifting as if to escape the question. But Nikolai’s hand on his hip held him in place, his finger still buried deep inside him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t hide from the truth.

“Answer me,” Nikolai demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Did you like it?”

Brandon nodded shyly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yes…”

Nikolai’s grin was wicked, his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. He pulled his finger out slowly, making Brandon whimper at the loss. But then he pressed two fingers against his entrance, pushing in without warning.

Brandon gasped, his back arching as Nikolai’s fingers stretched him open. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, but so, so good. He could feel every inch of them inside him, moving slowly, deliberately, hitting all the right spots.

“You like it when Daddy takes care of you, don’t you?” Nikolai’s voice was a low purr, sending shivers down Brandon’s spine. “You like it when Daddy makes you feel good.”

“Yes!” Brandon cried out, his voice breaking on the word. He couldn’t hold back anymore, couldn’t hide the way the word turned him on, the way it made him feel safe and desired all at once.

Nikolai’s fingers moved faster now, curling inside him, hitting that spot that made Brandon see stars. He was lost in the sensation, in the way Nikolai’s fingers filled him, stretched him, made him feel so incredibly full.

“Say it,” Nikolai demanded, his voice rough with arousal. “Say what you want.”

“Daddy, please!” Brandon begged, his voice trembling with need. “Please, Daddy, I need you!”

Nikolai’s breath hitched, his own arousal spiking at the words. He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving Brandon empty and whimpering. But he didn’t leave him waiting long. He positioned himself behind Brandon, his hardness pressing against his lover’s slick entrance.

“You want Daddy’s cock, baby?” Nikolai’s voice was dark, filled with a possessiveness that sent a thrill through Brandon. “You want Daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes!” Brandon cried out, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. “Please, Daddy, fuck me!”

Nikolai didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed forward, the head of his cock pressing against Brandon’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way Brandon’s body stretched to accommodate him.

Brandon gasped, his body trembling as Nikolai filled him. It was overwhelming, the feeling of Nikolai inside him, stretching him, filling him completely. But it was also perfect, exactly what he needed.

“That’s it, baby,” Nikolai murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Take Daddy’s cock.”

He started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, giving Brandon time to adjust. But soon enough, the pace picked up, Nikolai’s hips slamming into him with enough force to make the bed shake.

Brandon cried out with every thrust, his body arching to meet Nikolai’s. He could feel every inch of Nikolai inside him, hitting that spot that made his vision blur. He was lost in the sensation, in the way Nikolai’s cock filled him, stretched him, made him feel so incredibly good.

“Daddy!” Brandon’s voice was a desperate cry, breaking on the word. “Yes!”

Nikolai’s hands gripped Brandon’s hips, holding him in place as he fucked him hard and fast. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “You’re mine, baby,” he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness. “All mine.”

“Yes!” Brandon sobbed, his body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed him. “Yours, only yours!”

Nikolai’s thrusts became erratic, his own pleasure building to its peak. He could feel Brandon tightening around him, his body trembling on the edge of release. “Come for Daddy, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

Brandon’s body obeyed, pleasure crashing over him in wave after wave. He cried out Nikolai’s name-as he came, his body shaking with the force of it.

Nikolai followed shortly after, his own release spilling deep inside Brandon. He groaned, his hips stilling as he filled Brandon with his cum. He stayed like that for a moment, his breath coming in harsh pants, before pulling out slowly.

Brandon collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his mind still reeling from the intensity of it all. Nikolai lay down beside him, pulling him close. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice affectionate. “You did so good baby.”

Brandon shivered at the words, a soft moan escaping his lips. He turned his head, pressing his face into Nikolai’s chest. He was exhausted, but he’d never felt more content.

Nikolai chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Brandon’s back. “Looks like we’ve discovered something new about you, huh?”

Brandon nodded shyly, his face heating up. He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t known how much the word would affect him. But now that he did, he couldn’t deny it. He liked it. Liked it a lot.

“Good,” Nikolai murmured, his lips brushing against Brandon’s forehead. “Because Daddy’s going to have a lot of fun with it.”

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Nikolai x Landon x Killian x Gareth x Vaughn

The music blasted through the club, loud and steady, that matched the rhythm of Landon’s racing heart. He leaned against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips as he sipped his drink. The attention of the room was on him, as it always was. He thrived on it, fed off it like a starving man at a feast. But tonight, something was missing. The usual thrill of being the center of attention wasn’t enough. He craved something more. Something darker.

The sudden hush in the room caught his attention. He turned, his eyes narrowing as he saw them. The Heathens. Jeremy, Nikolai, Killian, Gareth, and Vaughn. They stood at the entrance, their presence commanding the space like a storm rolling in. Landon’s smirk deepened. He had been waiting for this. He had destroyed their precious vehicles, and now they were here for him.

Jeremy’s eyes locked onto Landon, and the intensity in that gaze sent a shiver down his spine. Nikolai’s lips curled into a dangerous smile, while Killian’s expression was unreadable, his eyes dark and stormy. Gareth was normal on the surface-but angry on the inside, and Vaughn’s fingers twitched as if he were already imagining the feel of Landon’s throat beneath his hands.

Landon straightened, his heart pounding in anticipation. He had always been drawn to chaos, to the edge of danger. And now, the Heathens were here to give him exactly what he craved.

They moved as one, surrounding him like a pack of predators closing in on their prey. Landon didn’t resist. He couldn’t. He was ensnared by their presence, by the raw power they exuded.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Landon,” Jeremy purred, his voice low and dangerous.

Landon’s breath hitched. He tried to keep up his facade of indifference, but the heat in Jeremy’s eyes was breaking through his defenses.

“Did you think we wouldn’t find out?” Nikolai stepped closer, his voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers down Landon’s spine.

Landon swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He opened his mouth to respond, but Killian’s hand shot out, gripping his chin and forcing his head back.

“No smart remarks this time,” Killian growled, his voice dripping with menace. “You’re going to pay for what you’ve done.”

Landon’s heart raced, his body betraying him as a wave of heat surged through him. He had always thrived on attention, on the thrill of being wanted. But this was different. This was something he couldn’t control. And that excited him more than anything.

Gareth stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. “You’ve been asking for this, Landon. And now, you’re going to get it.”

Landon’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as Vaughn’s fingers trailed down his arm, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He was surrounded, trapped by their presence, and he loved every second of it.

Jeremy’s lips brushed against his ear, his breath hot against his skin. “You’re ours, Landon. And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”

Landon’s knees weakened, his body trembling with anticipation. He had always been the one in control, the one who held the power. But now, the Heathens were taking that power away from him, and he was helpless to stop it. And to his surprise he didn’t want to.

They took him to the VIP room and circled him. They were going to punish Landon and also make him only want them.

Nikolai’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back and exposing his throat. Landon’s breath hitched as Nikolai’s lips brushed against his neck, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

“You’ve been a very bad boy,” Nikolai murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a thrill through Landon’s body.

Killian’s hand slid down his chest, his fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. Landon’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as Killian’s fingers brushed against his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Gareth’s fingers gripped his hips, pulling him back against his body. Landon could feel his arousal against his back. His body trembled, his mind clouded with desire as Vaughn’s lips found his, capturing them in a searing kiss that left him breathless.

Landon’s world narrowed down to the feel of their hands on his body, their lips against his skin. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his body responding to their touch with an intensity that shocked him.

Jeremy’s lips trailed down his neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Landon gasped, his body arching into the touch as Nikolai’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer.

Killian’s hands worked the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and leaving him exposed to their hungry gazes. Landon’s breath hitched as Gareth’s fingers traced the lines of his chest, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

Vaughn’s lips moved down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as his hands explored every inch of his body. Landon’s mind was a haze of pleasure, his body trembling with need as the Heathens claimed him as their own.

Jeremy’s lips found his again, capturing them in a bruising kiss that left him breathless. Landon’s body responded, his lips moving against Jeremy’s with a desperate need that shocked him.

Nikolai’s fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs as his lips brushed against his ear. “You’re ours, Landon. And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”

Landon’s breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation as Killian’s fingers brushed against the waistband of his pants, teasing him.

Gareth’s hands slid down his hips, gripping him with a possessiveness that sent a thrill through his body. Vaughn’s lips trailed down his chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as his fingers worked the button of his pants.

Landon’s world narrowed down to the feel of their hands on his body, their lips against his skin. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his body responding to their touch with an intensity that shocked him.

Jeremy’s lips brushed against his ear, his breath hot against his skin. “You’re ours, Landon. And we’re going to make you regret messing with us.”

Landon's breath came in shallow gasps as Jeremy and Nikolai’s mouths were on his nipples, their tongues swirling and sucking until the sensitive buds swelled and ached. Sweet, sharp pulses of pleasure shot through him, making his knees weak. He bit down on his lip to stifle a moan, but it was no use. The sensation was too much.

Vaughn’s lips crashed onto his, hungry and demanding, his tongue forcing its way into Landon’s mouth. The kiss was bruising, all teeth and heat, until Landon felt the metallic tang of blood on his tongue. Vaughn pulled back with a smirk, his lips glistening with a faint smear of red. “You taste like trouble,” he murmured, leaning in again to lick the blood from Landon’s lower lip. The sting only heightened the thrill coursing through him.

Meanwhile, Killian’s rough hand was working its way into Landon’s pants, wrapping around his already hard length. His calloused fingers stroked him with a maddeningly slow rhythm, teasing him to the edge. Landon’s hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more friction, but Killian held him firmly in place. “Not yet, pretty boy,” Killian growled, his stormy eyes dark with promise. “You don’t get to come until we say so.”

Gareth’s fingers were already pressing into him, slick with something cool and slippery. One finger pushed inside, stretching him open with a deliberate slowness that made Landon’s breath hitch. “Fuck,” he muttered, his nails digging into Jeremy’s shoulders as Gareth added a second finger. The stretch burned in the most delicious way, a mix of pain and pleasure that had his head spinning. Gareth’s fingers curled, brushing against that spot inside him that made his entire body jolt. “You’re tight,” Gareth murmured, his voice low and husky. “But we’ll fix that.”

Landon’s body was on fire, caught between the relentless assault of their hands and mouths. Each touch, each kiss, each thrust of Gareth’s fingers pushed him closer to the edge. But every time he felt like he was about to tip over, they pulled back, leaving him trembling and desperate. “Bastards,” he hissed, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and arousal.

Jeremy’s lips trailed up the column of his throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You brought this on yourself, Landon,” he whispered, his tone dripping with dark amusement. “You thought you could mess with us and walk away unscathed? Think again.”

Nikolai’s tongue flicked over his nipple one last time before he pulled away, his dark eyes glinting. “You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice slick with satisfaction. “You’re shaking. Bet you’ve never been touched like this before.”

“Fuck off,” Landon snarled, though his voice lacked conviction. His body betrayed him, arching into their touches, craving more. He hated how much he loved it, how every brush of their hands sent sparks shooting through him. He was losing control, and it terrified him.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Gareth said, his voice a low rumble as he added a third finger. The stretch was intense, but Landon’s body was already giving way, opening up for him. “You’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you?”

Landon’s head fell back, a strangled groan escaping his lips as Gareth’s fingers pressed deeper, hitting that spot again and again. His cock throbbed in Killian’s hand, precum slicking the tip, but Killian’s grip tightened, denying him release. “Please,” Landon muttered before he could stop himself, the word slipping out in a moment of weakness.

“What was that?” Vaughn taunted, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I said fuck you,” Landon snapped, though his voice was shaky.

Jeremy laughed, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Landon’s spine. “You’re going to regret that,” he said, nodding to Gareth.

Without warning, Gareth’s fingers pulled out, leaving Landon feeling achingly empty. He barely had time to process the loss before he was being turned around, his chest pressed against the cool wall of the VIP room. Hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as Gareth’s cock pressed against him. The heat of it made Landon’s breath catch in his throat.

“You’re going to take it,” Gareth said, his voice a command that brooked no argument. “And you’re going to take it hard.”

Landon braced himself, his nails scraping against the wall as Gareth pushed inside. The stretch was intense, a burning ache that quickly gave way to a deep, searing pleasure. Gareth’s hands dug into his hips, holding him steady as he began to move, each thrust driving deeper, harder. Landon’s cock throbbed, untouched now, as the sensation of being filled overwhelmed him.

Jeremy and Nikolai were at his sides again, their mouths on his neck, his shoulders, anywhere they could reach. Vaughn’s hands were on his ass, spreading him wider for Gareth, while Killian leaned in close, his breath hot against Landon’s ear. “You’re taking it so well,” Killian murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “But you’re not going to come. Not until we’re done with you.”

Landon’s body was a mess of sensations, every nerve alight with pleasure and pain. He wanted to fight, to push them away, but his body craved more, needed more. His pride was cracking, his resolve slipping with every thrust, every touch, every whispered word. “Please,” he muttered again, the word barely audible.

“What was that?” Vaughn asked again, his voice teasing.

“Please,” Landon repeated, louder this time, his voice breaking. “Please, just… let me come.”

Jeremy’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “Begging already? We’re just getting started, Landon.”

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, Landon's wrists were bound above his head now, his body stretched taut between Jeremy and Nikolai, who held him firmly in place. Vaughn’s hands were roaming over his chest, pinching his already swollen nipples, while Killian and Gareth stood binfront of him, their cocks already slick with anticipation.

“If you want to come,” Jeremy murmured, his voice low and dangerous as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Landon’s ear. “You will need to take your punishment.”

Landon’s heart raced, his body trembling as he felt Killian’s hands circled his hole. Before Landon could protest, he felt the thick head of Killian’s cock pressing against him, the stretch making him cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Relax, Little devil,” Killian whispered, his hands gripping Landon’s hips tightly as he pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully sheathed inside him.

Landon’s breath hitched, his body adjusting to the intrusion as Gareth positioned himself next to Killian, his cock sliding in alongside his brother’s. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch almost too much as they began to move in tandem, their cocks sliding in and out of him in a rhythm that left him gasping for air.

“Fuck,” Landon moaned, his head falling back as Jeremy and Nikolai continued to hold him in place, their hands roaming over his body, teasing and tormenting him with every touch. Vaughn’s lips were on his neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of his submission.

“You like that, don’t you?” Vaughn purred, his voice dripping with amusement as he watched Landon’s face contort with pleasure. “You’ve been craving this, haven’t you? Our cocks filling you up, making you feel complete.”

Landon couldn’t deny it, the pleasure coursing through him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. His body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation as they took him, their cocks driving into him with a punishing rhythm that left him breathless. “Yes,” he gasped, his voice breaking as he felt the heat building inside him, the pressure threatening to overwhelm him.

But just as he was on the edge, Jeremy’s hand wrapped around his cock, his grip tightening to the point of pain. “Not yet,” Jeremy growled, his voice firm as he stopped Landon from coming. “You don’t get to come until we say so.”

Landon let out a frustrated moan, his body trembling with the need for release as they continued to fuck him, their cocks driving into him with a relentless intensity. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, their moans and grunts mixing with Landon’s desperate cries.

“Please,” Landon begged, his voice rough and broken as he looked up at Jeremy, his eyes pleading for mercy. “Please, let me come.”

Jeremy’s lips curled into a wicked smile, his hand tightening around Landon’s cock as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Landon’s ear. “Beg for it,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Beg for us to let you come.”

Landon’s pride was shattered, his body trembling as he looked up at Jeremy, his eyes filled with desperation. “Please,” he begged, his voice breaking as he felt the heat building inside him, the pressure threatening to overwhelm him. “Please, let me come. I need it. I need you.”

Jeremy’s smirk widened, his hand sliding up and down Landon’s cock in a slow, teasing motion. “Good boy,” he purred, his voice filled with approval as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “Now come for us.”

The command was all Landon needed, his body convulsing as he came, his release spilling over Jeremy’s hand and onto his stomach. The pleasure was overwhelming, his body trembling as the Heathens continued to fuck him, their cocks driving into him with a relentless intensity.

“That’s it,” Vaughn whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction as he watched Landon fall apart, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. “Take it, Landon. Take all of us.”

One by one, they fuck him and came inside him, their releases filling him up until he felt like he was going to burst. The sensation was incredible, the heat of their cum mixing with the pleasure coursing through him as they continued to fuck him, their cocks driving into him with a punishing rhythm.

When they were finally done, Landon’s body was a trembling mess, his mind hazy with pleasure as they pulled out of him, their cocks slick with a mix of their cum and his own fluids. He felt empty, his body craving their touch as they pulled him off the table, his legs giving out beneath him.

“You did so well baby,” Nikolai whispered, his voice filled with affection as he lifted Landon into his arms, his strong frame cradling him protectively. “Now let’s get you home.”

Landon’s mind was hazy, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure as they carried him out of the club, his body covered in a sheet to hide the marks they had left on him. He could feel the plug they had inserted into him, keeping their cum trapped inside him as they made their way to the Heathens’ mansion.

The night was far from over, and Landon knew that this was only the beginning of his submission. But for now, he was content to let them take care of him, his body and soul completely surrendered to their control.

Chapter Text

Aiden x Levi

The house was finally quiet, the kids tucked into their beds after a long day. Aiden leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed as he watched Levi pour himself a glass of wine. Levi’s broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his shirt, and Aiden’s eyes trailed down his back, lingering on the curve of his ass. It had been weeks since they’d had any real time alone, and the tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Levi turned, catching Aiden’s gaze. “What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, his tone teasing. “You’re staring.”

Aiden smirked, pushing off the counter and closing the distance between them. “Maybe I am,” he murmured, his voice low. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Levi’s wrist as he took the glass of wine from his hand and set it aside. “You’re not exactly easy to ignore.”

Levi’s lips quirked into a half-smile, but there was a challenge in his eyes. “Oh, so now I’m the one who’s hard to ignore?” he shot back, his tone mocking. “What happened to all that ruthless energy you’re always giving?”

Aiden’s jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, his body pressing against Levi’s. “You want ruthless?” he growled, his voice rough. “I’ll show you ruthless.”

He didn’t wait for a response. His hand shot out, tangling in Levi’s hair as he yanked his head back, exposing his throat. Levi let out a sharp gasp, but Aiden was already on him, his lips crashing down on Levi’s neck, teeth scraping against his skin. Levi’s breath hitched, his hands gripping Aiden’s shoulders as Aiden bit down, hard, leaving a mark that would be impossible to hide.

“Fuck,” Levi hissed, his fingers digging into Aiden’s shoulders. “You’re such an asshole.”

Aiden pulled back just enough to meet Levi’s eyes, his own dark with desire. “You love it,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. He didn’t wait for Levi to respond before claiming his lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sweeping into Levi’s mouth, demanding and possessive. Levi moaned, his body pressing against Aiden’s as they kissed, their bodies grinding together, the heat between them growing with every passing second.

Aiden’s hands roamed over Levi’s body, grabbing, squeezing, leaving marks wherever he went. He tugged at Levi’s shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the side before his hands were on Levi’s chest, fingers pinching his nipples, eliciting a low groan from Levi. “You’re such a brat,” Aiden murmured against Levi’s lips. “Always pushing, always challenging me.”

Levi smirked, his hands sliding down Aiden’s back to grip his ass. “And you love it,” he shot back, his tone smug. “Admit it. You love that I don’t just roll over for you.”

Aiden growled, his hands moving to Levi’s pants, unbuckling them with practiced ease. “Maybe I do,” he admitted, his voice rough. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you get away with it.”

Levi’s pants hit the floor, and Aiden’s hands were on him, gripping his cock, stroking him with a firm, confident grip. Levi’s head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as Aiden worked him, his thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the precum that had already gathered there. “Aiden,” Levi breathed, his voice shaky. “You’re not playing fair.”

Aiden smirked, leaning in to nip at Levi’s ear. “Who said anything about playing fair?” he teased, his voice low and dangerous. He sank to his knees in front of Levi, his hands gripping his hips as he took Levi’s cock into his mouth, sucking him hard, his tongue swirling around the head. Levi’s hands tangled in Aiden’s hair, his hips jerking forward as Aiden deep-throated him, his nose pressing against Levi’s stomach.

“Fuck,” Levi groaned, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily as Aiden worked him, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue doing things that made Levi’s knees weak. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Aiden pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at Levi with a smirk. “I know,” he said, his voice cocky. Before Levi could respond, Aiden was on his feet, pressing Levi against the counter, his hands roaming over his body, his mouth on his neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks that would definitely bruise.

Levi’s hands were everywhere, tugging at Aiden’s clothes, pulling him closer, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Aiden,” he moaned, his voice pleading. “I need you. Now.”

Aiden growled, his hands gripping Levi’s hips as he spun him around, pressing him against the counter. “You always get so demanding when you’re desperate,” he teased, his voice low and husky. He reached into the drawer next to them, pulling out a bottle of lube and slicking up his fingers. “But don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

Levi’s breath hitched as Aiden’s fingers pressed against his entrance, one finger sliding in easily, followed by a second. Levi’s hands gripped the edge of the counter, his back arching as Aiden’s fingers worked him open, stretching him, preparing him. “More,” Levi demanded, his voice shaky. “I can take it.”

Aiden chuckled, adding a third finger, his fingers curling, hitting Levi’s prostate with practiced precision. Levi’s entire body jerked, a moan tearing from his throat as Aiden pressed against that spot over and over again, driving him closer to the edge with every thrust. “Fuck,” Levi gasped, his legs trembling. “You’re going to make me come.”

Aiden pulled his fingers out, smirking as Levi let out a frustrated groan. “Not yet,” he said, his voice firm. He slicked himself up, lining his cock up with Levi’s entrance, his hands gripping Levi’s hips as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside him. Levi’s breath caught, his body tightening around Aiden as he adjusted to the stretch.

Aiden leaned forward, his lips brushing against Levi’s ear. “You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Always so fucking tight for me.”

Levi moaned, his hands gripping the counter as Aiden started to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one hitting Levi’s prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. “Aiden,” Levi gasped, his voice shaky. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Aiden’s hands moved to Levi’s chest, pinching his nipples, eliciting another moan from Levi as he thrust into him harder, faster, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that had Levi seeing stars. “You’re mine,” Aiden growled, his voice possessive. “All mine.”

Levi’s breath came in short, desperate gasps, his body tightening around Aiden as he got closer and closer to the edge. “Aiden,” he moaned, his voice pleading. “I’m so close. Please.”

Aiden’s hands moved to Levi’s hips, gripping him tightly as he thrust into him harder, faster, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. “Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Come for me, Levi.”

Levi’s entire body tensed, a moan tearing from his throat as he came, his cock pulsing, spilling over the counter as Aiden continued to thrust into him, driving him through his orgasm. Aiden’s own release wasn’t far behind, his hips jerking forward as he came, burying himself deep inside Levi, his hands gripping him tightly as he rode out his own pleasure.

For a moment, they just stood there, their breaths coming in harsh gasps, their bodies pressed together, the heat between them still burning. Aiden leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Levi’s shoulder, his hands smoothing over his hips. “You’re so bratty,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost affectionate.

Levi smirked, tilting his head to look at Aiden over his shoulder. “And you love it,” he shot back, his tone smug.

Aiden chuckled, pressing another kiss to Levi’s skin. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I do.” He pulled out slowly, pressing a kiss to Levi’s back before straightening up. “Come on,” he said, his voice firm. “Let’s get cleaned up before the kids wake up.”

Levi groaned, turning around to face Aiden. “You’re such a control freak,” he teased, his tone playful.

Aiden smirked, reaching out to pinch Levi’s ass. “And you love it.”

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows as Aiden and Levi navigated the chaos of getting five kids ready for school. Glyndon stood with her arms crossed, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “I don’t wanna go,” she whined, her voice high-pitched and defiant.

Levi crouched down to her level, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her tiny frame. “Glyndon, baby,” he said, his tone firm but gentle, “school’s important. You can’t stay home just because you feel like it.”

She stomped her foot, her eyes narrowing. “But Daddy, it’s boring!”

Aiden, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand, smirked. “Your daddy’s right, kiddo. You’re going.” His piercing eyes flicked to Levi, a hint of mischief in them. “Besides, if you stay home, you’ll have to deal with him all day. Trust me, that’s worse.”

Levi shot him a glare, but Glyndon giggled, her defiance melting away. “Fine,” she mumbled, grabbing her backpack and heading for the door.

Meanwhile, Eli and Landon huddled together at the table, their heads bent in whispered conversation. Aiden raised an eyebrow, setting his coffee down. “What are you two plotting?”

Eli looked up, his expression eerily similar to Aiden’s—confident, almost smug. “Nothing,” he said, his tone nonchalant but carrying an edge.

Aiden chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “That’s my boy,” he said, clapping Eli on the shoulder. “Just don’t get caught.”

Levi rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. “Encouraging them to be little troublemakers. Great parenting, Aiden.”

Aiden shot him a grin, his eyes dark with amusement. “They’re Kings. Trouble’s in their blood.”

Brandon and Creighton, sitting quietly at the other end of the table, exchanged a look. “At least we’re normal,” Brandon said, his voice soft but carrying a hint of pride.

Creighton nodded in agreement, his quiet demeanor a stark contrast to the rest of the family.

Once the kids were finally out the door, Aiden and Levi found themselves alone in the kitchen. The tension from the previous night still lingered, simmering just beneath the surface. Aiden stepped closer to Levi, his tall, muscular frame towering over him. “You handled Glyndon well,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

Levi smirked, his teasing smile playing on his lips. “Of course I did. I’m the only one who can.”

Aiden’s hand reached out, his fingers curling around Levi’s waist. “You’re such a brat,” he murmured, his breath hot against Levi’s ear.

Levi shivered, his broad shoulders tense under Aiden’s touch. “And you’re obsessed with me,” he shot back, his tone smug.

Aiden chuckled, his grip tightening. “Guilty.” He pressed Levi against the counter, his body flush against Levi’s. “We’ve got time before work,” he said, his voice a husky whisper. “What do you say we make the most of it?”

Levi’s breath hitched, his teasing smile faltering for a moment. “You’re insatiable,” he said, but there was no real protest in his voice.

Aiden’s hands slid down Levi’s sides, his touch possessive and demanding. “You love it,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Levi’s lips curved into a smirk, his hands reaching up to grip Aiden’s shoulders. “Maybe I do,” he admitted, his tone playful but laced with heat.

Aiden’s mouth crashed into Levi’s, their kiss fierce and hungry. His tongue swept into Levi’s mouth, claiming him with a raw intensity that left no room for doubt. Levi moaned, his fingers tangling in Aiden’s hair, pulling him closer.

Aiden’s hands roamed over Levi’s body, exploring every inch with a feverish need. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Levi’s neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. Levi’s head fell back, a low groan escaping his lips. “Aiden,” he breathed, his voice shaky with arousal.

Aiden’s hands moved lower, gripping Levi’s hips and lifting him onto the counter. Levi’s legs instinctively wrapped around Aiden’s waist, pulling him closer. Aiden’s lips found Levi’s again, their kiss deep and demanding.

Levi’s hands fumbled with Aiden’s belt, his movements urgent and desperate. Aiden smirked against his lips, his own hands working to unbutton Levi’s pants. “Eager, aren’t we?” he teased, his voice heavy with lust.

Levi nipped at Aiden’s lower lip, his eyes dark with desire. “Shut up and fuck me,” he demanded, his tone bossy but breathless.

Aiden chuckled, the sound low and full of promise. “Your wish is my command,” he said, his hands pushing Levi’s pants down his hips.

Levi’s breath hitched as Aiden’s fingers brushed against his entrance, teasing and coaxing. Aiden’s eyes locked onto Levi’s, his gaze intense and unyielding. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice a possessive growl.

Levi’s lips curved into a smirk, his hips bucking against Aiden’s hand. “Prove it,” he challenged, his tone daring.

Aiden didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers pressed inside Levi, stretching him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Levi’s head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as Aiden’s fingers worked him open. “Aiden,” he breathed, his voice trembling with need.

Aiden’s other hand gripped Levi’s hip, holding him steady. “You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire.

Levi’s hands clung to Aiden’s shoulders, his nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. “More,” he demanded, his voice husky and desperate.

Aiden’s fingers curled inside Levi, hitting that spot that made him see stars. Levi’s back arched, a cry tearing from his lips. “Fuck, Aiden!”

Aiden smirked, his touch unrelenting. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Levi’s hips moved against Aiden’s hand, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “Yes,” he almost screamed, his voice shaky and raw.

Aiden leaned in, his lips brushing against Levi’s ear. “Good,” he whispered, his breath hot against Levi’s skin. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Levi’s hands tightened on Aiden’s shoulders, his nails digging in. “Don’t you dare stop,” he growled, his tone commanding but desperate.

Aiden chuckled, the sound low and full of promise. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The day passed in a blur of meetings and phone calls, the two of them navigating their shared work responsibilities with ease. Levi’s teasing comments kept Aiden on edge, his playful challenges driving Aiden’s possessive urges to the surface. But they both knew better than to act on it here, in the sterile confines of the office. Instead, they exchanged heated glances and subtle touches, the promise of later hanging between them like a loaded gun.

When they finally returned home, the kids were already in the kitchen, the chaos of dinner prep in full swing. Glyndon was perched on a stool, her tiny hands helping Brandon chop vegetables, while Eli and Landon argued over who got to set the table. Creighton sat quietly at the counter, his calm demeanor a soothing presence amidst the chaos.

Levi rolled up his sleeves, his commanding voice cutting through the noise. “Alright, everyone, let’s get this done before the food burns.”

Aiden watched from the doorway, his piercing eyes locked on Levi as he moved through the kitchen with ease. There was something about the way Levi took charge, the way his broad shoulders and toned body shifted with each movement, that made Aiden’s pulse quicken. He wanted to grab Levi, to claim him right there in the middle of the kitchen, but he forced himself to stay put. Later, he reminded himself. Later.

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Dinner was a lively affair, the kids chattering away as they devoured the meal Levi had prepared. Glyndon insisted they watch Frozen afterward, her defiant pout making it clear there was no room for negotiation. Aiden rolled his eyes but relented, settling onto the couch with Levi and the kids as the movie began.

Glyndon curled up in Levi’s lap, her tiny frame fitting perfectly against his chest. Eli and Landon sprawled out on the floor, their competitive banter fading as the movie took over. Brandon sat quietly beside Creighton, the two of them sharing a bowl of popcorn as they watched with rapt attention.

Aiden’s arm draped over the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against Levi’s shoulder. Levi glanced at him, his teasing smile making Aiden’s grip tighten. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Levi whispered, his voice low and full of promise.

Aiden leaned in, his lips brushing against Levi’s ear. “Oh, I’ll finish it,” he murmured, his breath hot against Levi’s skin.

Levi’s lips curved into a smirk, but he said nothing, his attention returning to the movie. Aiden settled back, his possessive gaze never leaving Levi. The tension between them was palpable, their silent promise of later making the air feel thicker, heavier.

By the time the movie ended, the kids were fast asleep. Aiden and Levi carried them to their rooms one by one, carefully. They were exhausted as well and fall asleep in each others arms.

Chapter Text

Jonathan x Brandon

Brandon’s heart pounded as he stood outside Jonathan’s office, his fingers twitching at his sides. He knew why he was here. Nikolai. The name echoed in his mind like a guilty secret. Brandon had hoped his relationship with the mafia heir would remain hidden, but Jonathan King missed nothing. Especially when it came to his family.

He took a deep breath and rapped his knuckles against the door. “Come in,” Jonathan’s voice called, smooth and commanding, sending a shiver down Brandon’s spine. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, the scent of leather and cigars enveloping him. Jonathan sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his steel-gray eyes fixed on Brandon with an intensity that made his knees weak.

“Close the door,” Jonathan said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Brandon obeyed, the click of the latch sealing him in the room with his granduncle. He stood there, feeling exposed, as Jonathan leaned back in his chair, his gaze never wavering.

“I heard something… interesting,” Jonathan began, his voice deceptively calm. “About you and that barbarian Nikolai.” The last word dripped with disdain, and Brandon flinched, his cheeks flushing. “You’ve been sneaking around, haven’t you? Associating with filth. Disgracing our family.”

Brandon opened his mouth to protest, but Jonathan cut him off with a sharp gesture. “Don’t bother lying. I know everything.” He rose from his chair, his presence dominating the room. “You’ve always been the most kindest out of all of us, Brandon. I expected better from you.”

Brandon’s breath hitched as Jonathan walked around the desk, his steps deliberate. He stopped in front of Brandon, his hand reaching out to grip his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “You’ve disappointed me,” Jonathan murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “And you know what happens when you disappoint me.”

Brandon’s heart raced, his body trembling under Jonathan’s touch. He knew what was coming, and a part of him—a shameful, hidden part—had been craving it. Ever since he was a child, he’d idolized Jonathan, fantasized about him. The thought of being punished by him sent a thrill through him, one he couldn’t suppress.

Jonathan’s smirk told him he’d noticed. “Bend over the desk,” he ordered, his voice firm. Brandon hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his hands pressing against the cool surface of the desk as he bent over, his ass raised in the air. He could feel Jonathan’s eyes on him, and the anticipation made his skin prickle, as he pulled his pants down.

The first spank came without warning, the sharp slap of Jonathan’s hand against his ass making Brandon gasp. Pain and pleasure mixed, the sting igniting something deep inside him. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, knowing there were people just outside the office.

“Quiet,” Jonathan warned, his hand coming down again, harder this time. Brandon’s body jerked, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk. Another spank followed, then another, each one sending waves of heat through him. He could feel his cheeks reddening, his ass throbbing with every strike, and yet he didn’t want it to stop.

Finally, Jonathan paused, his hand resting on Brandon’s heated skin. “You’re taking your punishment well,” he murmured, his tone almost approving. Brandon’s breath came in short gasps as Jonathan’s fingers traced the curve of his ass, the touch sending shivers through him. Then, without warning, Jonathan spread his cheeks, exposing him completely.

Brandon’s face burned with humiliation, but the sensation of Jonathan’s tongue licking a slow, deliberate stripe over his hole made his knees buckle. He stifled a moan, his body trembling as Jonathan’s tongue delved deeper, teasing and probing. The wet heat was overwhelming, and Brandon’s cock throbbed.

“Grand—” he started, his voice breaking, but Jonathan silenced him with a sharp slap to his ass. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to,” he said, his voice low and rough. Brandon nodded, his head spinning as Jonathan’s tongue continued its torturous exploration.

When Jonathan finally pulled back, Brandon whimpered at the loss, only to gasp when he felt a finger pressing against his entrance. “Relax,” Jonathan ordered, his voice a command Brandon couldn’t disobey. He let out a shaky breath as Jonathan’s finger pushed inside, the stretch sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

Jonathan worked him open slowly, adding a second finger, then a third, each thrust making Brandon’s hips jerk. He could feel himself loosening, his body preparing for what was to come. Jonathan’s fingers brushed against a spot inside him that made him cry out, his hand flying to his mouth to muffle the sound.

“Good boy,” Jonathan murmured, his voice thick with approval. He withdrew his fingers, and Brandon heard the sound of a zipper, followed by the slick sound of Jonathan stroking himself. His heart raced, his body trembling with anticipation.

“Ready Bran?” Jonathan asked, his voice dark and teasing. Brandon nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt the blunt head of Jonathan’s cock pressing against his entrance. Then, with one sharp thrust, Jonathan buried himself inside him.

Brandon couldn’t stop the cry that escaped his lips, the stretch and burn making his head spin. Jonathan didn’t give him time to adjust, pulling out and thrusting back in with a force that made Brandon’s entire body jolt. “Shh,” Jonathan shushed, his hands gripping Brandon’s hips as he set a punishing pace.

Each thrust was rough, deep, and unrelenting, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon. He could feel Jonathan’s cock hitting that spot inside him again and again, the sensation building until he was on the edge, his own cock leaking precum onto the desk.

Jonathan leaned over him, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice a possessive growl. “No one else gets to touch you. Do you understand?”

Brandon nodded, his body trembling as Jonathan’s thrusts became even more intense. “Yes,” he gasped, his voice barely audible. “Yours. Always.”

Jonathan’s hips stuttered, and with a low groan, he buried himself deep inside Brandon, his release filling him. The sensation pushed Brandon over the edge, his own orgasm ripping through him with blinding intensity.

When it was over, Brandon collapsed onto the desk, his body spent and trembling. Jonathan remained inside him for a moment longer, his hands running possessively over Brandon’s back. Then he pulled out, leaving Brandon feeling oddly empty.

Jonathan stood, adjusting his clothes before turning back to Brandon. He first plugged Brandon's ass, then cleaned him up and helped him wear his clothes. Brandon could still feel Jonathan’s cum inside him as he moved.

Jonathan took his seat behind the desk, his eyes fixed on Brandon. “Sit,” he said, patting his lap. Brandon hesitated, his body still sore, but he knew better than to disobey. He climbed onto Jonathan’s lap, his ass throbbing as he settled against him.

Jonathan’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. “From now on, you’ll behave,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “No more secrets. No more Nikolai.”

Brandon nodded, his head resting against Jonathan’s chest. He knew this was wrong, but all he felt was a deep, primal satisfaction. He was Jonathan’s, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

As Jonathan returned to his work, Brandon stayed in his lap, his body aching in the most exciting way. He could feel Jonathan’s arousal pressing against him, and he knew this wasn’t over. Jonathan’s punishment had only just begun, and Brandon would take every second of it.

Chapter Text

Yulian x Gareth x Vaughn

Gareth collapsed onto his bed, the weight of his college workload finally catching up to him. His muscles ached, and his mind was foggy with exhaustion. But there was another sensation growing inside him, one that refused to be ignored. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the heat pooling in his groin. Damn, he thought, I’m too tired for this, but I can’t let it go unattended.

He unzipped his jeans slowly, the sound of the zipper echoing in the quiet room. His hand slipped inside, and he groaned softly as he wrapped his fingers around his hardening length. Just a quick release, he told himself, leaning back against the pillows. His hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes, his breathing already starting to quicken.

What Gareth didn’t know was that he wasn’t alone.

Yulian and Vaughn had been watching him for weeks. At first, Yulian had been furious when he found out Vaughn had a crush on Gareth. Jealousy had burned through him like a wildfire. But then he’d seen Gareth for himself—seen the way he moved, the way he laughed, the way his eyes seemed to hold a secret that made Yulian’s heart race.

And now, they were here. Hidden in the shadows of Gareth’s room, watching as he pleasured himself. Vaughn’s breath hitched as he leaned closer to Yulian, his voice barely a whisper. “Look at him… He’s so… perfect.”

Yulian’s lips curled into a smirk. “Let’s give him a show he’ll never forget.”

They moved silently, their footsteps masked by the sound of Gareth’s soft moans. Yulian’s hand reached out first, sliding over Gareth’s and tightening around his cock. Gareth froze, his eyes snapping open as he felt the unfamiliar touch.

“Wha—”

Before he could finish, Vaughn’s finger pressed against his entrance, teasing the sensitive skin there. Gareth’s breath caught in his throat, his body tensing. He turned his head, his wide eyes meeting Yulian’s smirking face.

“Relax,” Yulian murmured, his voice low and husky. “We’re here to help.”

Gareth’s heart pounded in his chest, but his body betrayed him. His cock twitched in Yulian’s hand, and a soft moan escaped his lips as Vaughn’s finger pressed deeper, circling the tight ring of muscle.

“You’ve been so pent up,” Vaughn whispered, his breath warm against Gareth’s ear. “Let us take care of you.”

Gareth’s head fell back against the pillows, his resistance crumbling. Yulian’s hand moved faster, his grip firm and perfect, while Vaughn’s finger slipped inside him, stretching him open. Gareth gasped, his hips bucking as pleasure surged through him.

“That’s it,” Yulian growled, his free hand sliding under Gareth’s shirt to pinch his nipple. “Let go.”

Vaughn added a second finger, curling them just right to make Gareth cry out. His body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation. He could barely think, barely breathe as they worked him over, their hands and mouths everywhere at once.

“I—I can’t—” Gareth stammered, his voice broken.

“You can,” Vaughn assured him, his fingers scissoring inside him. “We’ve got you.”

Yulian leaned down, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear. “You’re ours now,” he whispered, the words sending a shiver down Gareth’s spine. “And we’re going to make you feel so good.”

Gareth’s eyes fluttered shut as Yulian’s hand quickened its pace, the friction driving him closer to the edge. Vaughn’s fingers stretched him wider, preparing him for what was to come.

Gareth’s breath hitched as Yulian’s hand withdrew from his cock, leaving him throbbing and desperate. Before he could protest, a soft, silken fabric was pulled over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. His heart raced, the sudden loss of sight amplifying every sensation.

“W-What are you—” Gareth started, but his words were cut short as something cold and wet trailed down his chest. He gasped, arching off the bed as the ice cube melted against his heated skin, sending shivers rippling through his body.

“Shh,” Vaughn murmured, his voice warm and soothing despite the icy trail he left behind. “Just relax. Let us take care of you.”

The cold was followed by a searing heat, a contrast so intense it made Gareth’s head spin. The drip of hot wax landed on his abdomen, and he hissed, his muscles tensing as the pain melted into a strange, heady pleasure.

“You look so good like this,” Yulian purred, his voice low and possessive. Another splash of wax hit Gareth’s thigh, and he whimpered, his hands clutching at the sheets.

The sensations were overwhelming, the alternating heat and cold making his skin hyper-sensitive. Vaughn’s fingers traced the lines of his body, dipping into the grooves of his muscles, while Yulian continued to drizzle wax over his chest and shoulders. Gareth moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, his cock aching for touch.

“Yulian—” Gareth gasped, his voice trembling.

“What do you need, Gareth?” Yulian teased, his lips brushing against Gareth’s ear. “Tell us.”

Gareth couldn’t form the words, his mind a haze of pleasure and need. Vaughn chuckled softly, his fingers moving to Gareth’s cock, giving him a few slow, teasing strokes that made Gareth whimper.

“I think he needs more,” Vaughn said, his voice dripping with mischief.

“Mm, I think you’re right,” Yulian agreed. His hand joined Vaughn’s, their fingers intertwining as they stroked Gareth together, the friction delicious and maddening.

Gareth cried out, his body writhing beneath their touch. “Please—I can’t—”

“You can,” Yulian said firmly, his grip tightening. “You’re ours now, Gareth. And we’re going to give you everything you need.”

The ice cube returned, trailing down Gareth’s inner thigh, and he shuddered, his legs spreading instinctively. Vaughn’s fingers followed the cold path, teasing the sensitive skin near his entrance, and Gareth gasped, his hips jerking forward.

“So eager,” Vaughn murmured, his fingers pressing against Gareth’s hole. “You want this, don’t you?”

Gareth nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Yes—”

Yulian’s lips curved into a smirk as he leaned down, capturing Gareth’s in a searing kiss. His tongue slipped inside, exploring and claiming, while Vaughn’s fingers pressed inside, stretching him open.

The sensations were too much, and Gareth moaned into the kiss, his body trembling with need. Yulian pulled back, his green eyes dark with desire as he reached for a condom, rolling it on with practiced ease.

“Ready?” Yulian asked, his voice rough with need.

Gareth nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt Vaughn position himself behind him, the head of his cock pressing against his entrance, and Gareth’s breath hitched.

“Relax,” Vaughn whispered, his hands soothing on Gareth’s hips. “We’ve got you.”

Yulian’s cock pressed against Gareth’s entrance as well, and Gareth’s eyes widened beneath the blindfold. “W-Wait—”

“Trust us,” Yulian said, his voice firm but gentle.

Gareth took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax as they pushed inside together. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, but the pleasure that followed was indescribable. He cried out, his hands clutching at the sheets as they filled him completely.

“Fuckk—” Gareth gasped, his body trembling.

“You’re so tight Gaz,” Vaughn groaned, his hands gripping Gareth’s hips.

“Perfect,” Yulian agreed, his voice strained with restraint.

They began to move, their thrusts slow and deep, each one driving Gareth closer to the edge. He moaned, his body aching with pleasure, his cock throbbing between his legs.

“So good,” Gareth whispered, his voice broken. “Fuck—please—”

“You like that?” Yulian asked, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.

“Yes—!” Gareth cried out, his back arching off the bed.

Vaughn’s hands moved to Gareth’s cock, stroking him in time with their thrusts, and Gareth’s mind went blank, lost in the sea of pleasure.

The pressure built, a coil tightening in Gareth’s gut, and he knew he was close. “I’m—I’m gonna—”

“Come for us Gaz,” Vaughn urged, his voice strained with his own need.

Gareth’s body convulsed as he came, his release splattering over Vaughn’s hand and his own stomach. The sensation was too much, and he cried out, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

Yulian and Vaughn weren’t far behind, their thrusts becoming erratic as they chased their own release. Gareth felt them both come inside him, filling him completely, and he whimpered, oversensitive but unable to stop.

They collapsed together, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Yulian reached up, pulling the blindfold off Gareth’s eyes, and Gareth blinked up at them, his vision blurry with pleasure.

“You’re ours now Baby,” Yulian said, his voice soft but firm. “Officially.”

Gareth nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yours.”

Chapter Text

Nikolai x Brandon

“Baby, are you listening to me?” Nikolai’s voice cut through the haze of the TV’s glow, his tone teasing but edged with something darker, something knowing. Brandon shifted on the couch, his legs crossing and uncrossing, his jaw tight as he tried to focus on the screen. Why isn’t he touching me? The thought burned in his mind, a restless ache that had been building all day, all two days.

“Yeah,” Brandon muttered, his voice strained, his fingers gripping the edge of the cushion. “Just… watching.”

Nikolai smirked, his eyes flicking to Brandon’s fidgeting form before returning to the TV. He knows. He has to know. But instead of pouncing, like he usually did, Nikolai leaned back, stretching out lazily like a cat in the sun. The casualness of it was infuriating.

It had started this morning. Waking up with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, Brandon had rolled over, expecting Nikolai to be there, ready to take care of it. But the bed was empty, the sheets cold. He’d tried to ignore it, tried to focus on painting, but every little thing set him off—the way his jeans felt against his thighs, the sound of Nikolai’s voice on the phone, even the damn coffee cup he’d picked up. It was relentless, this need, and now, sitting here, it was unbearable.

Nikolai glanced at him again, a slow, deliberate look that traveled down Brandon’s body and lingered. Brandon’s breath hitched, his skin prickling under the weight of that gaze. Do something.

But Nikolai didn’t.

Instead, he picked up the remote, flipping through channels like nothing was wrong. Brandon’s hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He’s doing this on purpose. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, and it only made the ache worse.

Finally, Brandon couldn’t take it anymore. He turned to Nikolai, his eyes blazing. “Are you just going to sit there?”

Nikolai raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” Brandon snapped, his voice rising. “You’re just… sitting there. Like nothing’s going on.”

Nikolai tilted his head, his expression innocent, but his eyes gleamed with mischief. “What’s going on, Brandon?”

Brandon’s cheeks flushed, his heart pounding in his chest. He’s enjoying this. “I’ve been… I’ve been waiting,” he said, his voice breaking.

“Waiting for what?” Nikolai’s tone was light, but there was a hunger in his eyes that made Brandon’s stomach twist.

“For you,” Brandon choked out, his pride crumbling. “I’ve been waiting for you to… to—”

Nikolai leaned in, his breath warm against Brandon’s ear. “To what?”

Brandon shivered, his body trembling with need. “To fuck me,” he whispered, his voice raw with desperation.

Nikolai chuckled, low and deep, and the sound sent a shockwave through Brandon’s body. “So needy,” Nikolai murmured, his fingers brushing against Brandon’s thigh. “I love it.”

Brandon’s breath caught as Nikolai’s hand slid higher, his touch firm and claiming. “I’ve been staring at you all day,” Nikolai said, his voice a low growl. “Watching you squirm. Watching you try to hold it together. But you couldn’t, could you?”

“No,” Brandon admitted, his voice barely audible.

“Good,” Nikolai said, his lips grazing Brandon’s neck. “Because I’ve been waiting for this.”

Brandon’s eyes fluttered closed as Nikolai’s fingers found the button of his jeans, popping it open with ease. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” Nikolai whispered, his hand slipping inside, wrapping around Brandon’s cock.

Brandon gasped, his hips jerking forward instinctively. “Niko—”

“Shh,” Nikolai murmured, his thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the pre cum that had already gathered there. “Let me take care of you.”

Brandon’s head fell back, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Nikolai’s hand moved, slow and deliberate, driving him closer to the edge. “Please,” he begged, his voice breaking.

“Please what?” Nikolai asked, his grip tightening just enough to make Brandon whimper.

“More,” Brandon choked out. “I need more.”

Nikolai smirked, his hand stilling just long enough to make Brandon groan in frustration. “Keep begging,” he said, his voice dark and commanding.

“Please, Niko,” Brandon said, his voice trembling. “I need you. I need—”

Before he could finish, Nikolai’s lips were on his, swallowing his words in a kiss that was as demanding as it was possessive. Brandon moaned into it, his body arching into Nikolai’s touch.

“So desperate,” Nikolai murmured against his lips, his free hand sliding under Brandon’s shirt, tracing the lines of his abs. “I love it baby.”

Brandon’s mind was spinning, his body on fire as Nikolai’s hands moved over him, stoking the flames higher and higher. “Niko,” he gasped, his fingers digging into Nikolai’s shoulders.

“Tell me what you want,” Nikolai said, his voice a low growl.

Brandon’s eyes met his, dark and pleading. “I want you. I want you to—”

Nikolai didn’t wait for him to finish. He stood, pulling Brandon with him, and in one swift motion, he had Brandon pressed against the wall, his hands pinned above his head. Brandon’s breath hitched, his heart pounding as Nikolai leaned in, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear.

“You’re mine,” Nikolai said, his voice rough with need. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Brandon’s knees buckled, but Nikolai’s grip held him upright. “Niko,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Nikolai’s lips claimed his again, silencing him as his hands moved to strip away Brandon’s clothes, leaving him bare and vulnerable. “So beautiful, my Lotus flower” Nikolai murmured, his eyes dark with desire.

Brandon’s skin prickled under Nikolai’s gaze, his body trembling with anticipation. “Please,” he begged, his voice breaking.

Nikolai smirked, his fingers trailing down Brandon’s chest, teasing and taunting. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice low and demanding.

“You,” Brandon said, his voice raw with need. “I want you.”

Nikolai’s smile was wicked, his hands moving to unbuckle his own belt. “Good boy.”

Brandon’s breath caught as Nikolai stepped closer, his body pressed against Brandon’s, skin against skin. “You’re going to take everything I give you,” Nikolai murmured, his lips brushing against Brandon’s.

“Yes,” Brandon gasped, his body trembling with need.

Nikolai’s hand slid between them, guiding himself to Brandon’s entrance. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soft despite the hunger in his eyes.

Brandon gritted his teeth, his body tensing as Nikolai pushed in, slow and deliberate. The stretch burned, but it was a good burn, one that made him feel alive, made him feel claimed.

“Niko,” he gasped, his nails digging into Nikolai’s shoulders.

“That’s it,” Nikolai murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Take it.”

Brandon’s head fell back, his body arching as Nikolai thrust deeper, filling him completely. “Oh god,” he moaned, his voice breaking.

Nikolai’s hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as he began to move, slow and deep, driving Brandon out of his mind. “You’re mine baby,” Nikolai growled, his breath hot against Brandon’s skin.

“Yours,” Brandon gasped, his body trembling with pleasure.

Nikolai’s pace quickened, his thrusts harder, deeper, until Brandon was crying out with every movement. “You feel so good,” Nikolai murmured, his voice rough with need.

Brandon’s mind was spinning, his body on fire as Nikolai took him apart piece by piece. “Fuckk...Niko,” he gasped, his voice trembling.

“I’ve got you baby,” Nikolai said, his hands tightening on Brandon’s hips. “Let go.”

Brandon’s body surged with heat, his release crashing over him like a wave, tearing a raw moan from his throat. Nikolai followed moments later, his grip on Brandon’s hips almost painful as he buried himself deep, his own release shuddering through him.

Brandon’s legs gave out, but Nikolai caught him, holding him close as they both caught their breath. “Fuck,” Brandon whispered, his voice hoarse.

Nikolai chuckled, his lips brushing against Brandon’s ear. “Next time, don’t wait so long to ask.”

Chapter Text

Aiden x Levi

Aiden leaned against the window frame of the dining room, his fingers drumming impatiently against the polished wood. The evening sun cast long shadows across the room, but his gaze was fixed on Levi, his cousin and—much to his own frustration—the object of his obsession. Levi was laughing, his head tilted back, his hand brushing the arm of Astrid Clifford, who sat beside him. Aiden’s jaw tightened.

“Aiden,” his father, Jonathan King, called from the head of the table, pulling him out of his simmering thoughts. “Why don’t you join us? You’ve been staring out that window all evening.”

Aiden turned, his smile tight-lipped and practiced. “Just admiring the sunset, Father.”

Jonathan raised an eyebrow, his piercing gaze seeing right through the lie. Aiden sat down, his chair scraping loudly against the floor, and reached for his glass of wine. He took a long sip, his eyes never leaving Levi. Levi, blissfully unaware—or perhaps intentionally ignoring Aiden—leaned closer to Astrid, whispering something that made her giggle.

The sound grated on Aiden’s nerves like nails on a chalkboard. How dare he bring her her for our family dinner. Yet every time Levi brought up Astrid, Aiden felt the walls of their shared sanctuary crumble. Levi had always been his. Since they were kids, running through the halls of the King estate, Levi had been his. Even when Levi had tried to distance himself, citing their familial ties, Aiden had refused to let go. And now this…

“Astrid’s family is hosting a gala next week,” Levi announced, his voice light and carefree. “She’s invited us. Should be interesting.”

Aiden’s grip on his fork tightened. “Us?” he repeated, his tone icy.

Levi finally looked at him, his smile faltering for a fraction of a second before he recovered. “Yeah, you know, the family. It’ll be good for appearances.”

“Appearances,” Aiden echoed, his voice low. “Is that all it is?”

Levi’s gaze flickered to Astrid, who was now chatting with Jonathan, before meeting Aiden’s again. “Of course. What else would it be?”

Aiden didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Not without saying something he might regret. Instead, he excused himself from the table, the weight of his father’s knowing stare burning into his back as he left the room.

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Later that evening, Aiden found himself pacing the length of their hideout—a secluded cabin deep in the woods, far from prying eyes. It was their place, a refuge from the world. Or at least, it had been. The sound of laughter outside the door made him freeze. Not now. Not here.

The door creaked open, and Levi stepped inside, followed by Astrid. Her presence was like a stain on the air, and Aiden could feel the tension coiling in his chest.

“Aiden,” Levi said, his voice startled. “What are you doing here?”

Aiden’s eyes narrowed. “This is my hideout too. Or did you forget?”

Levi hesitated, glancing at Astrid. “I thought we could show her around. She’s never seen it before.”

“This place isn’t for guests,” Aiden snapped, his voice cutting through the room like a whip. “It’s for us. Only us.”

Astrid raised her hands, sensing the hostility. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I can leave—”

“Yes,” Aiden said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You can.”

Levi’s eyes flashed with anger, but he nodded at Astrid. “I’ll walk you back.”

Aiden watched them leave, his chest heaving with barely restrained fury. The moment the door closed behind them, he slammed his fist against the wall, the impact reverberating through the room. How dare he bring her here?

When Levi returned, the atmosphere in the hideout was thick with tension. Aiden stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed, his gaze burning into Levi’s.

“What was that about?” Levi demanded, his voice rising. “You didn’t have to treat her like that.”

“She doesn’t belong here,” Aiden said, his voice low and dangerous. “This is our place, Levi. No one else’s.”

Levi threw his hands up in frustration. “You’re being ridiculous. It’s just a cabin, Aiden. It’s not—”

“It’s ours,” Aiden interrupted, stepping closer. “Or have you forgotten that too?”

Levi’s breath hitched as Aiden closed the distance between them. “Aiden…”

“You’re mine,” Aiden growled, his voice trembling with intensity. “You’ve always been mine. And I’m tired of pretending otherwise.”

Levi’s eyes widened, his lips parting as if to protest, but no words came out. Aiden reached out, his fingers brushing Levi’s cheek, the touch electric and charged with unspoken desire. Levi’s breath caught, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.

“Aiden,” Levi whispered, his voice barely audible. “We can’t—”

“We can,” Aiden said, his voice firm but tender. “And we will. But for now…” He leaned in, his lips hovering just above Levi’s. “You’re going to learn not to bring anyone else into our space.”

Levi’s heart raced, his body betraying him as he leaned into Aiden’s touch. “And if I don’t?” he challenged, his voice trembling.

Aiden’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes dark with promise. “Then I’ll just have to punish you.”

The air between them crackled with tension, the weight of unspoken desires and years of pent-up emotions threatening to explode. Levi’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Aiden’s fingers tightened against his skin.

“Do you understand me?” Aiden murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Levi hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes.”

Aiden’s smirk widened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing Levi’s ear. “Good. Because this is just the beginning.”

Levi’s heart raced as Aiden pulled away slightly, his eyes locked onto Levi’s with a mixture of intensity and something else—something Levi couldn’t quite place.

“Aiden,” Levi whispered, his voice barely audible. “What are you—”

But Aiden didn’t let him finish. Instead, he leaned in again, his lips hovering just above Levi’s, and spoke in a low, commanding tone. “You’re mine, Levi. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

The air between them was thick with tension, and as Aiden’s lips finally met Levi’s, it was like a spark igniting a fire. Levi’s eyes fluttered shut as he melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively reaching out to grip Aiden’s shirt.

But as quickly as it started, Aiden pulled away, his smirk widening as he looked down at Levi. “Not yet. You have to earn it.”

Levi’s breath hitched, and he looked up at Aiden with a mixture of confusion and anticipation. “Earn it? How?”

Aiden’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in to whisper in Levi’s ear, his voice sending shivers down Levi’s spine. “By proving you’re mine. Completely.”

And with that, Aiden stepped back, leaving Levi standing there, his heart racing and his mind spinning with a thousand unanswered questions.

Aiden’s dark eyes bore into Levi’s, the intensity of his gaze enough to make Levi’s knees weaken. Without a word, Aiden stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over Levi, who stood frozen in place. Aiden’s voice, low and commanding, cut through the silence. “Strip.”

Levi’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. “Aiden, I—”

“Now,” Aiden interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. His jaw tightened, and his hands twitched at his sides, as though he was barely holding back from tearing Levi’s clothes off himself.

Swallowing hard, Levi reached for the hem of his shirt, his fingers trembling as he pulled it over his head and let it fall to the floor. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his skin prickling under Aiden’s scrutinizing gaze. Aiden’s eyes roamed over Levi’s bare torso, lingering on the way his muscles tensed and his nipples hardened under the attention. “Pants too,” Aiden ordered, his voice dripping with authority.

Levi hesitated for only a second before unbuckling his belt and slipping out of his pants and boxers, leaving him completely exposed. He shifted nervously, the cool air of the room brushing against his skin, but Aiden’s heated stare made him feel anything but cold.

Aiden closed the distance between them in a single stride, his hands grasping Levi’s face as he leaned in. Their lips crashed together in a fierce, possessive kiss that left Levi breathless. Aiden’s tongue claimed his mouth, dominating every inch, leaving no room for air or hesitation. Levi moaned into the kiss, his hands clutching at Aiden’s shoulders for support.

When Aiden finally pulled away, Levi gasped for air, his chest heaving. But Aiden wasn’t done. His hands slid down Levi’s sides, rough and demanding, before pinching his nipples hard. Levi cried out, his back arching as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. “Ah..fuck,” he stuttered, his voice barely a whisper.

Aiden smirked at his sensitivity, twisting Levi’s nipples again, this time with more force. “Good. I want you to feel every single touch.” He leaned in, his breath hot against Levi’s ear. “You’re mine, Levi. Only mine.”

Levi whimpered, his cock twitching at Aiden’s words. He could already feel his climax building, just from the way Aiden was touching him. But Aiden wasn’t going to let him come that easily. He pulled away, his smouldering gaze locking onto Levi’s. “Bed. Now.”

Without waiting for Levi to move, Aiden scooped him up effortlessly, carrying him to the bed and dropping him onto the mattress. Levi’s breath caught as Aiden climbed over him, his hands immediately going back to Levi’s chest. Aiden’s mouth descended on one nipple, sucking and biting until it was swollen and red. Levi’s moans filled the room, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“Aiden, please,” Levi begged, his voice shaking with need. “I can’t—”

“You can,” Aiden growled, switching to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. His hands roamed Levi’s body, teasing and taunting, but never straying to where Levi wanted them most. “You’re going to take everything I give you.”

Levi’s back arched as Aiden bit down on his nipple, the sharp pain sending a wave of pleasure through him. He was so close, his cock hard and leaking, but Aiden continued to ignore it, focusing instead on Levi’s chest. When he finally pulled away, Levi’s nipples were sore and sensitive, and he was on the verge of tears.

Aiden sat back, his eyes dark with lust as he stared down at Levi. “Turn over.”

Levi hesitated for a moment before obeying, his heart pounding as he flipped onto his stomach. Aiden’s hand came down hard on his ass, the sharp sting making Levi cry out. “You brought her here,” Aiden growled, spanking him again. “Our place. Mine.”

“I’m sorry,” Levi gasped, his face burning with humiliation and arousal. “I won’t do it again.”

“Damn right you won’t,” Aiden said, his voice low and dangerous. He spread Levi’s cheeks, his fingers teasing at his entrance. Levi shivered, his body tensing in anticipation. Aiden pressed a finger inside, stretching him open with slow, deliberate movements. Levi moaned, his fists clutching the sheets as Aiden added another finger.

“Aiden, please,” Levi begged, rocking back against Aiden’s hand. “I need you.”

Aiden leaned down, his lips brushing against Levi’s ear. “You’re going to get exactly what you deserve.” He removed his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock. Without warning, he thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Levi screamed, his body arching as Aiden filled him completely. Aiden’s hands gripped Levi’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock with each brutal thrust. The room was filled with Levi’s desperate cries. Aiden’s pace was relentless, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Levi’s body.

“Aiden, harder,” Levi begged, his voice breaking. “Please, I need more.”

Aiden’s grip tightened, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Levi cried out, his nails digging into the sheets. “Only yours.”

Aiden’s pace quickened, his cock hitting Levi’s prostate with every thrust. Levi’s moans grew louder, his body trembling on the edge of release. Aiden reached around, wrapping his hand around Levi’s cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts. Levi came with a shout, his body convulsing as he spilled over Aiden’s hand.

Aiden wasn’t far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he came inside Levi, his body shuddering with pleasure. He leaned over Levi, his breath hot against his ear. “Mine.”

Levi’s body went limp, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Aiden pulled out slowly, his hands gentle as he cleaned Levi up with a warm cloth. When he was done, he climbed onto the bed and pulled Levi into his arms, holding him close.

Levi nestled into Aiden’s chest, his body still tingling with aftershocks. “Aiden,” he whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable.

“Shh,” Aiden murmured, pressing a kiss to Levi’s forehead. “Rest now. You’ve earned it.”

Levi closed his eyes, his body finally relaxing as he drifted off in Aiden’s embrace. But as he lay there, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. Aiden’s possessiveness, his control—it was intoxicating, and Levi knew he was completely and utterly…his.

Chapter Text

Eli x Killian x Landon

Killian’s wrists were bound tightly above his head, the rough rope biting into his skin as he struggled against it. His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, his chest rising and falling with a mix of anger and something else—something he refused to name. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as Landon and Eli circled him like predators closing in on their prey.

“You’ve been a very bad boy, Kill,” Landon purred, his voice dripping with a sadistic sweetness that made Killian’s stomach twist. He stepped closer, his fingers trailing down Killian’s bare chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin. “Running from us? Really? Did you think we’d just let you go?”

Killian smirked, his lips curling into a defiant grin despite the way his body trembled under Landon’s touch. “Maybe I just wanted to see how far you’d chase me,” he taunted, his voice laced with that bratty edge that always seemed to drive them wild.

Eli chuckled darkly from behind him, his hands gripping Killian’s hips possessively. “Oh, we’ll chase you to the ends of the earth if we have to,” he murmured, his breath hot against Killian’s ear. “But now that we’ve got you… well, we’re going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

Killian’s breath hitched as Eli’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. He tried to suppress the moan that threatened to escape his lips, but it was no use. The pain mixed with pleasure in a way that sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn’t help but arch into the touch.

Landon’s hand moved lower, fingers teasing at the waistband of Killian’s pants before slipping inside. His touch was deliberate, almost cruel in its slowness as he palmed Killian’s growing erection through the fabric. “Look at you,” Landon sneered, his voice filled with mockery. “Already hard for us. You’re such a slut, Kill.”

Killian’s cheeks flushed, but he refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing him break. “Fuck you,” he spat, though the words lacked their usual venom. His body betrayed him, hips bucking involuntarily into Landon’s hand as pleasure coursed through him.

Eli’s grip tightened on his hips, holding him still as Landon finally pulled down his pants, freeing his cock. The cool air of the room made Killian shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Landon’s mouth as he took him in without warning. Killian’s head fell back, a strangled moan escaping his lips as Landon’s tongue swirled around the tip, teasing him mercilessly.

“Fuckk,” Killian gasped, his fingers clenching into fists above his head. He hated how good it felt, how much he wanted more. But he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into Landon’s mouth, chasing that sweet, torturous pleasure.

Eli’s hands moved to Killian’s chest, fingers pinching and twisting his nipples until they were hard and sensitive. The sharp bursts of pain only heightened the pleasure coursing through him, and Killian couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped his lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” Eli growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You love being our little plaything.”

Killian didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, as Landon took him deeper, his throat constricting around him in a way that made his vision blur. He was close, so close, but just as he was about to tip over the edge, Landon pulled away, leaving him aching and desperate.

“Not yet,” Landon said with a wicked grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “This was just an appetizer.”

Before Killian could protest, Eli spun him around, pressing him face-first against the wall. His hands were bound above his head again, and he could feel Eli’s breath on the back of his neck as he leaned in close.

“You’re going to take us both,” Eli whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Killian’s spine. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

Killian’s heart raced as he felt Eli’s fingers teasing at his entrance, slick with lube. He tried to prepare himself, but there was no way to truly be ready for the stretch as Eli pushed inside him in one swift motion. Killian cried out, the pain and pleasure mixing in a way that left him dizzy.

“So tight,” Eli groaned, his hands gripping Killian’s hips as he began to move. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting that spot inside him that made his knees weak. Killian’s moans filled the room, his body trembling as he was overwhelmed by sensation.

Then Landon was there, pressing against him from the front. His cock brushed against Killian’s lips, and without thinking, Killian opened his mouth, taking him in. The taste of salt and musk filled his senses as Landon thrust into his mouth, fucking his face with the same intensity as Eli was fucking his ass.

Killian was completely surrounded, completely owned by them. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but they wouldn’t let him fall.

“Not yet,” Landon growled, pulling out of his mouth and stepping back. “You don’t get to come until we say so.”

Killian whimpered, his body trembling with need as Eli continued to pound into him. He was so close, so fucking close, but they were determined to make him beg.

“Please,” Killian gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, let me come.”

Eli chuckled darkly, his hands gripping Killian’s hips tighter as he thrust harder. “Say it again,” he demanded.

“Please!” Killian cried out, his body shaking with desperation. “Please, I need it!”

Landon stepped forward again, his cock pressing against Killian’s lips. “Open,” he commanded, and Killian obeyed without hesitation. As Landon thrust into his mouth again, Eli finally gave him what he needed, his hand wrapping around Killian’s cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts.

The pleasure was too much, too intense, and Killian came with a cry that was muffled by Landon’s cock. His body convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him, leaving him trembling and spent.

But they weren’t done with him yet. Eli continued to fuck him through his orgasm, each thrust sending jolts of overstimulated pleasure through him. Killian’s moans were desperate now, his body writhing as they pushed him past the point of endurance.

Killian’s body was still trembling, his muscles twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm, when Landon and Eli exchanged a look that sent a shiver down his spine. They weren’t done with him—not even close. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with anticipation, and Killian’s breath hitched as he realized what was coming next.

Eli’s hands were on him first, rough and demanding, flipping him onto his back with ease. Killian’s wrists were still bound, the leather cuffs digging into his skin as he was forced to spread his legs wide. Landon’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure still clouding Killian’s mind.

“You think you’re done, brat?” Landon’s tone was sharp, mocking, and it made Killian’s stomach twist in a way that was equal parts fear and arousal. “We’re just getting started.”

Killian opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips as Eli’s fingers wrapped around his cock, still slick with his own release. The touch was firm, almost cruel, and Killian’s hips jerked involuntarily, a strangled moan escaping him.

“Look at you,” Eli growled, his voice low and possessive. “Still so fucking sensitive. You can’t even handle a little touch, can you?”

Killian shook his head, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He wanted to deny it, to fight back, but his body betrayed him, arching into Eli’s hand as if begging for more. Landon’s laugh was dark, sending a thrill of humiliation through Killian.

“Pathetic,” Landon sneered, his fingers trailing down Killian’s chest, pinching and twisting his nipples until they were hard and aching. “You love this, don’t you? Being used. Being ours.”

Killian’s eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against the bed as Landon’s words sank in. He didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to give them the satisfaction, but the truth was undeniable. He did love it. The way they took control, the way they pushed him to the edge and then dragged him back, over and over again. It was intoxicating.

Eli’s grip tightened on his cock, stroking him with a rhythm that was just shy of painful. Killian’s hips bucked, his body desperate for release even though he knew it wouldn’t come—not yet.

“Please,” Killian gasped, the word slipping out before he could stop it. “I can’t—I can’t take it.”

“Oh, you can take it,” Landon said, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. “And you will.”

Before Killian could respond, Landon’s hands were on him again, spreading him open as Eli positioned himself between his legs. Killian’s breath caught in his throat as he felt the blunt head of Eli’s cock pressing against his entrance. He was still loose from earlier, but the sensation was overwhelming, and he couldn’t help but whimper.

“Relax,” Eli commanded, his voice firm but not unkind. “You know you want this.”

Killian nodded, his body trembling as he forced himself to relax. Eli pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully sheathed inside him. The stretch was intense, and Killian’s nails dug into his palms as he tried to adjust to the feeling.

But there was no time to adjust. Landon was already moving behind him, his hands gripping Killian’s hips as he lined himself up with Killian’s entrance. Killian’s eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen.

“Wait—” Killian started, but Landon cut him off with a sharp slap to his ass.

“No more waiting,” Landon said, his voice cold and commanding. “You’re going to take us both, and you’re going to love every second of it.”

Killian’s protest died on his lips as Landon pushed in, the stretch almost unbearable as he filled him alongside Eli. The sensation was overwhelming, and Killian’s body convulsed as he was stretched to his limit.

“Fuck,” Killian gasped, his voice breaking as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. “It’s too much.”

“No, it’s not,” Eli said, his voice steady and sure. “You can take it. You’re ours, remember?”

Killian nodded, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as they began to move. The rhythm was slow at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain through him. But soon, they picked up the pace, their cocks sliding in and out of him in perfect sync.

The sensation was unlike anything Killian had ever experienced. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure through him, his body writhing as they pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Eli’s hand was still on his cock, stroking him in time with their thrusts, and Killian could feel the pressure building inside him again.

“That’s it,” Landon growled, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

Killian moaned, the sound raw and desperate as they fucked him harder, deeper. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as they pushed him past the point of endurance.

“Please,” Killian begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t—I can’t—”

“You can,” Eli said, his voice firm and unyielding. “And you will.”

 Killian’s body convulsed as they continued to fuck him, their cocks hitting that spot inside him with every thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Come for us,” Landon commanded, his voice filled with dark authority. “Now.”

Killian’s body obeyed without hesitation, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. His cock pulsed in Eli’s hand, spilling over as they continued to fuck him through it. The sensation was almost too much, and Killian’s vision blurred as he was pushed past the point of endurance.

But they weren’t done with him yet. Eli and Landon continued to fuck him, their thrusts relentless as they chased their own release. Killian’s body was limp, completely at their mercy as they used him for their own pleasure.

Killian’s body was a trembling mess, his muscles slack and unresponsive as Landon and Eli continued to move inside him. The overstimulation was unbearable, yet he couldn’t deny the way his body still sparked with pleasure, even as exhaustion threatened to pull him under. His breath came in shallow gasps, his head lolling back against the restraints that held him in place.

“Look at him,” Eli murmured, his voice low and possessive as he ran a hand down Killian’s sweat-slicked chest. “Completely wrecked. Our brat.”

Landon chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening in Killian’s hair as he leaned down to whisper in his ear. “You’re taking us so well, brat.”

Killian groaned, a weak sound that barely escaped his throat. \His cock twitched weakly against his stomach, still sensitive from the orgasm they’d wrung out of him moments ago.

Eli’s thrusts grew harder, more deliberate, and Killian could feel the heat building inside him again. Landon wasn’t far behind, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. Killian’s eyes fluttered shut, his mind hazy with pleasure and exhaustion as they pushed him closer to the edge once more.

“Come inside him,” Landon growled, his voice rough with need. “Mark him. Make him ours.”

Eli didn’t need to be told twice. With a low groan, he buried himself deep inside Killian, his hips stuttering as he spilled into him. Landon followed suit, his grip on Killian’s hair tightening as he came with a guttural moan.

Killian’s body shuddered as he felt them fill him, the sensation overwhelming even in his exhausted state. His breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping his lips as they both pulled out, leaving him feeling empty and utterly spent.

For a moment, there was only silence, broken by the sound of their heavy breathing. Then, Landon leaned down, pressing a kiss to Killian’s sweat-damp forehead. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice surprisingly tender.

Eli moved to untie the restraints, his hands gentle as he freed Killian’s wrists and ankles. Killian’s arms fell limply to his sides, his body too weak to move on its own. Eli and Landon exchanged a glance before carefully lifting him off the bed, their movements slow and deliberate.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Eli said softly, his voice carrying a note of possessiveness that sent a shiver down Killian’s spine.

They carried him upstairs to their bedroom, their hands firm but gentle as they laid him down on the soft sheets. Killian’s eyes were half-lidded, his body completely boneless as they began to clean him up. A warm cloth glided over his skin, wiping away the sweat and cum that clung to him. The touch was almost soothing, and Killian couldn’t help but lean into it, his body instinctively seeking comfort.

Landon pressed a kiss to Killian’s shoulder, his lips lingering against the skin as if marking him all over again. “You’re ours now,” he whispered, his voice filled with a dark promise. “And we’re never letting you go.”

Eli joined him, his lips brushing against Killian’s neck as he murmured, “You belong to us. Body and soul.”

Killian didn’t have the energy to respond, but he didn’t need to. His body spoke for him, leaning into their touches as they continued to clean him up. When they were done, they pulled the covers over him, tucking him in like he was something precious.

Landon climbed into bed beside him, pulling Killian close so that his head rested against his chest. Eli settled on the other side, his arm draping over Killian’s waist as he pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. Their bodies surrounded him, warm and solid, and Killian felt a strange sense of safety despite everything.

“Sleep,” Landon murmured, his fingers carding through Killian’s hair. “We’ve got you.”

Killian’s eyes fluttered shut, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion that had been pulling at him. He drifted off to the sound of their steady breathing, their arms holding him tight as if they were afraid he might slip away.

But even in his sleep, Killian knew the truth. They weren’t going to let him go. Not now. Not ever. And deep down, a part of him didn’t want them to.

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Landon

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Killian

The mansion was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy, like it was waiting to be broken. Jeremy leaned against the doorway of the of his room, his sharp eyes fixed on Killian, who was sprawled lazily on the couch, a book in hand. The younger man’s dark hair fell into his face, his expression unreadable as always. But Jeremy knew better. He could see the tension in Killian’s shoulders, the way his fingers twitched against the pages.

“You’re staring,” Killian said without looking up, his voice low and flat.

Jeremy smirked, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. “Maybe I like what I see.”

Killian finally glanced up, his icy blue eyes narrowing. “Don’t start.”

“Start what?” Jeremy’s voice was smooth, calculated, as he closed the distance between them. He stopped just short of the couch, towering over Killian. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks. About how I’m the only one who hasn’t ‘experimented.’” He air-quoted the word, his tone dripping with mockery. “But we both know that’s not true, don’t we?”

Killian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he set the book aside and stood, trying to brush past Jeremy. But Jeremy was faster. He grabbed Killian by the wrist, yanking him back until their chests were pressed together.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jeremy murmured, his breath hot against Killian’s ear.

Killian’s eyes flickered with something—anger, maybe, or desire—but he didn’t pull away. “Let go of me.”

“Or what?” Jeremy challenged, his grip tightening. “Gareth’s not here. Neither is Nikolai or Vaughn. It’s just us.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Killian’s neck. “And I think you’ve been waiting for this.”

Killian’s breath hitched, and Jeremy felt a surge of satisfaction. He knew he had him. He always did.

Jeremy’s free hand slid down Killian’s side, fingers tracing the curve of his hip before landing on his ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, earning a sharp intake of breath from the younger man. “You’ve been asking for this,” Jeremy whispered, his voice dark and possessive. “Teasing me. Testing me. Well, here I am.”

Killian’s hands came up to push against Jeremy’s chest, but there was no real force behind it. “You’re insane,” he muttered, though his voice wavered.

“Maybe,” Jeremy agreed, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “But you like it.”

Before Killian could respond, Jeremy captured his lips in a searing kiss. It was rough, demanding, and Killian melted into it almost immediately. His hands fisted in Jeremy’s shirt, pulling him closer as their tongues tangled. Jeremy groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Killian’s body, mapping every inch of him.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Jeremy’s eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at Killian. “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Killian hesitated for a moment, but then he sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving Jeremy’s. Jeremy reached down, undoing his belt and zipper with practiced ease. He freed his cock, already hard and throbbing, and gripped Killian’s hair, guiding him forward.

“Open,” Jeremy ordered, and Killian obeyed without hesitation. He took Jeremy into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip before sinking down further. Jeremy let out a low groan, his fingers tightening in Killian’s hair as he thrust deeper into the warmth of his mouth.

“Fuck,” Jeremy hissed, his hips moving instinctively. “You’re so good at this. Been practicing?”

Killian didn’t respond—couldn’t respond—but the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder was answer enough. Jeremy’s head fell back, pleasure coursing through him as Killian worked him with expert precision.

When Jeremy finally pulled back, Killian looked up at him with hooded eyes, his lips swollen and glistening. Jeremy smirked down at him, running a thumb over his bottom lip. “Good boy,” he purred. “Now stand up.”

Killian obeyed, rising to his feet making Jeremy’s blood boil. Jeremy spun him around, pressing him against the back of the couch. He yanked Killian’s pants down in one swift motion, exposing his ass. Jeremy ran a hand over the smooth skin, giving it a sharp slap that made Killian gasp.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” Jeremy growled, leaning down to bite at Killian’s shoulder. “All those looks. You wanted this.”

Killian didn’t deny it. Instead, he arched his back, pressing his ass against Jeremy’s cock. “Then stop talking and fuck me,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

Jeremy chuckled darkly, reaching for the lube he always kept in his pocket. He slicked up his fingers, pressing one against Killian’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, relishing the way Killian tensed and then relaxed around him.

“So tight,” Jeremy murmured, adding a second finger and scissoring them open. “You’re going to feel so good around me.”

Killian moaned softly, his hands gripping the back of the couch for support. “Jer,” he breathed, his voice trembling.

“I know,” Jeremy replied, curling his fingers just right and earning a choked gasp from Killian. “I’ve got you.”

When Jeremy finally deemed him ready, he pulled his fingers out and lined himself up. He pushed in slowly, savoring the way Killian’s body stretched to accommodate him. Once he was fully sheathed, he paused, giving Killian a moment to adjust.

“Move,” Killian demanded, his voice strained.

Jeremy obliged, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in hard. Killian cried out, his nails digging into the couch as Jeremy set a punishing pace. Each thrust drove him deeper, hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars.

“Fuck,” Killian gasped, his body trembling with pleasure. “Jeremy—”

“Say my name again,” Jeremy growled, slamming into him harder. “I want to hear you.”

“Jeremy,” Killian moaned, his voice breaking on the syllables. “Please—”

Jeremy reached around, wrapping a hand around Killian’s cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts. Killian’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as he teetered on the edge of release.

“Come for me,” Jeremy commanded, his voice rough with need.

Killian obeyed, his body convulsing as he came hard in Jeremy’s hand. Jeremy followed soon after, burying himself deep inside Killian as he spilled with a guttural groan.

They stayed like that for a moment, both of them panting and trembling. Then Jeremy pulled out, turning Killian around and pulling him into a bruising kiss.

The sound of the front door opening snapped them both out of their haze. Voices echoed through the mansion—Nikolai, Gareth, and Vaughn were back.

Killian’s eyes widened in panic, but Jeremy just smirked, pulling him close and covering him with his own body as the others walked into the room.

The room fell into a heavy silence, the kind that seemed to press against the walls and make the air feel thicker. Jeremy’s smirk didn’t waver as he kept Killian shielded, his arm draped possessively over the younger man’s shoulder. Killian, on the other hand, looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

Nikolai was the first to break the tension, his lips curling into a grin that was equal parts amused and impressed. “Well, well,” he said, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Looks like Jeremy’s been keeping secrets.” His voice was light, teasing, but there was a glint in his eyes that suggested he was more than a little intrigued.

Gareth’s sharp gaze flicked between Jeremy and Killian, his expression unreadable for a moment before he let out a low chuckle. “Secrets indeed,” he drawled, his tone smooth but laced with something sharper. Vaughn, stood behind them, still a bit surprised.

Nikolai stepped forward, clapping Jeremy on the shoulder with a grin. “I gotta say, I didn’t see this coming,” he admitted, his tone light-hearted. “But hey, if it makes you happy, who am I to judge? Just… maybe give us a heads-up next time, yeah? Walking in on that wasn’t exactly on my to-do list tonight.”

Jeremy chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. “Noted,” he said, his tone dry. “But if you hadn’t barged in unannounced, it wouldn’t have been an issue.”

Gareth raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a sly smile. “Touché,” he conceded. “Though How long has this been going on?” His gaze shifted to Killian, his expression softening slightly. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“It’s new,” Killian spoke, though a bit annoyed. “We weren’t planning on… anyone finding out.”

Nikolai let out a bark of laughter. “Well, mission failed on that front,” he said, his tone teasing but not unkind.

Gareth sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Well, this has been… enlightening,” he said, his tone dry but with a hint of amusement. “But I think we’ve all had enough for one night. Lets go.” He shot Jeremy a pointed look before turning and heading toward the stairs.

Nikolai grinned, clapping Jeremy on the shoulder again. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he teased before following Gareth upstairs, with Vaughn following behind.

Jeremy watched as the others disappeared up the stairs. He turned his attention back to Killian, who was still standing by the couch, his arms crossed defensively over his chest. His dark hair was slightly dishevelled.

“Well,” Jeremy said, his voice low and smooth, “that was… unexpected.”

Killian shot him a glare. “You think?” he snapped, though there was no real heat behind it. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I told you we should’ve been more careful.”

Jeremy stepped closer, his tall frame looming over Killian in a way that was both intimidating and undeniably alluring. “Careful isn’t exactly my style,” he murmured, his piercing eyes locking onto Killian’s. “And if I recall correctly, you weren’t exactly complaining earlier.”

Killian’s cheeks flushed, but he held Jeremy’s gaze defiantly. “That was before we got caught,” he muttered. “Now they’re never going to let me hear the end of it.”

Jeremy smirked, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Killian’s face.

Killian rolled his eyes, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into Jeremy’s touch, his body betraying the annoyance in his voice. “You’re impossible,” he said, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he took another step closer, closing the distance between them. “And yet, here you are,” he said, his breath warm against Killian’s skin. “Still standing in front of me.”

Killian’s breath hitched, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, and Jeremy could feel the heat radiating off Killian’s body. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Killian’s jawline, tilting his head up so their eyes met.

“Round two?” Jeremy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Killian hesitated, his eyes searching Jeremy’s face for something—what, Jeremy wasn’t sure. But then he shook his head, pulling away slightly. “Not tonight,” he said, his voice firm. “I’m tired. And honestly? I just want to sleep.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, his hand dropping back to his side. “Sleep?” he repeated, his tone teasing. “That’s not exactly what I had in mind.”

Killian shot him a look, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Shocking,” he said dryly. “But if you’re so desperate for company, you’re welcome to sleep beside me.”

Jeremy considered this for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Killian. There was something about the way Killian said it—casual, almost dismissive—that made Jeremy want to push back, to see how far he could go before Killian cracked. But instead, he simply nodded, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver down Killian’s spine.

“Alright,” Jeremy said, his voice smooth and calm. “Lets go.”

Killian hesitated for a moment, as if he hadn’t expected Jeremy to agree so easily. But then he turned and headed toward the stairs, Jeremy following close behind. The mansion was quiet now, the only sound the soft creak of the wooden steps beneath their feet as they made their way up to Killian’s room.

Killian moved to the bed, sitting down on the edge and Jeremy stood in the doorway for a moment, watching him with an intensity that made Killian’s skin prickle.

“You’re just going to stand there?” Killian asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jeremy smirked and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “Just admiring the view,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

Killian rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. Instead, he lies on the bed, stretching out with a sigh. Jeremy watched him for a moment longer before moving to the other side of the bed and lies down beside Killian, their shoulders brushing lightly.

For a few moments, they lay there in silence, the only sound the soft rhythm of their breathing. But then Jeremy turned his head to look at Killian, his sharp eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“You know,” he said, his voice soft but laced with mischief, “this doesn’t have to be just sleeping.”

Killian turned his head to meet Jeremy’s gaze, his icy blue eyes narrowing slightly. “I thought we agreed on sleep,” he said, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Jeremy shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “We did,” he said. “But I’m just saying… there are other ways to relax.”

Killian hesitated, his eyes searching Jeremy’s face for a moment before he sighed and looked away. “You’re relentless,” he muttered.

Jeremy chuckled softly, shifting closer so their bodies were almost touching. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmured, his breath warm against Killian’s ear.

Killian shivered but didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned his head to look at Jeremy again, their faces inches apart. For a moment, neither of them moved, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.

And then Jeremy leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against Killian’s in a kiss that was soft and teasing, but full of promise. Killian hesitated for a moment before responding, his lips parting slightly as he deepened the kiss.

Chapter Text

Aiden x Brandon x Landon

“You’re not going to break him, are you uncle?” Landon’s voice was low, teasing, as he leaned over Brandon, his lips brushing against his twin’s ear. Brandon’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven gasps.

Aiden chuckled darkly from behind Landon, his hands sliding possessively over his nephew’s hips. “He’ll survive. Won’t you, Bran?” His voice was a growl, dripping with dominance, and Brandon shivered under the weight of it.

“I—I don’t know,” Brandon stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. He’d never done this before, never been touched like this, and the intensity of it all was overwhelming.

Landon smirked, his fingers trailing down Brandon’s chest, circling one of his nipples. “Relax, baby brother. We’ll take care of you.” He leaned down, capturing Brandon’s lips in a deep, searing kiss, his tongue sliding into his mouth with practiced ease. Brandon moaned softly, his body arching into the touch, his hands tangling in Landon’s hair.

Aiden watched them with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his hands moving to Landon’s chest, teasing his nipples with rough, deliberate strokes. Landon groaned into the kiss, breaking away to gasp for air, his head falling back against Aiden’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire.

Aiden’s lips found Landon’s neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his teeth grazing Landon’s earlobe. Landon nodded eagerly, his hips grinding back against Aiden’s hard length.

Brandon watched them with wide eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. He’d always known there was something between Landon and Aiden, something dark and forbidden, but he’d never imagined he’d be a part of it. And yet, here he was, naked and vulnerable between them, his body on fire with need.

Landon turned his attention back to Brandon, his fingers pinching and twisting his nipple until Brandon cried out, his back arching off the bed. “You’re so sensitive,” Landon purred, his lips curling into a wicked smile. He leaned down, taking the other nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting until Brandon was squirming beneath him.

Aiden’s hands moved lower, sliding over Landon’s abs and down to his cock, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements. Landon moaned, his hips thrusting into Aiden’s hand, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, yes,” he breathed, his voice trembling with need.

Brandon watched them with a mix of awe and envy, his own cock throbbing with desire. He’d never felt so exposed, so completely at their mercy, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Landon pulled away from Brandon’s chest, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at his twin. “Now lets get you ready for us, Bran!” he asked, his voice low and husky. Brandon nodded shakily, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

Landon’s fingers trailed down Brandon’s stomach, brushing over his cock before sliding lower, teasing the sensitive skin around his hole. Brandon tensed, his body instinctively trying to pull away, but Landon held him firmly in place. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soft but commanding. “Just relax.”

He pressed a finger inside, slowly stretching Brandon open, his eyes locked on his twin’s face. Brandon gasped, his hands clutching at the sheets, his body trembling with the unfamiliar sensation. “It’s okay,” Landon whispered, leaning down to kiss him gently. “You’re doing so good.”

Aiden watched them with a hungry gaze, his hand still stroking Landon’s cock as he continued to stretch Brandon open. “He’s tight,” Landon murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking tight.”

Aiden smirked, his free hand sliding down to grip Brandon’s hip. “He’ll loosen up,” he said, his voice dark and promising. “Just give him time.”

Landon added a second finger, scissoring them inside Brandon, stretching him further. Brandon whimpered, his body arching off the bed, his hands gripping Landon’s shoulders. “It hurts,” he gasped, his voice trembling.

“Shh,” Landon soothed, pressing a kiss to Brandon’s forehead. “It’ll feel good soon. Just trust me.”

Aiden’s hand moved from Landon’s cock to Brandon’s, stroking him in time with Landon’s fingers. Brandon moaned, his hips thrusting into Aiden’s hand, his body responding despite the pain. “That’s it,” Aiden murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “Let go.”

Landon added a third finger, stretching Brandon even further, his eyes locked on his twin’s face. “You’re doing so good,” he whispered, his voice filled with pride. “So fucking good.”

Brandon’s breath came in short, uneven gasps, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. He’d never felt something like this, so completely overwhelmed, and yet he couldn’t deny the pleasure that was building inside him.

Aiden leaned down, capturing Brandon’s lips in a deep, searing kiss, his tongue sliding into his mouth with possessive force. Brandon moaned into the kiss, his hands tangling in Aiden’s hair, his body arching into the touch.

Landon pulled his fingers out, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at his twin. “You ready for me?” he asked, his voice low and husky. Brandon nodded shakily, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

Landon positioned himself at Brandon’s entrance, pressing the tip of his cock against the tight ring of muscle. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soft but commanding. “Just relax.”

He pushed inside slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside his twin. Brandon gasped, his hands clutching at the sheets, his body trembling with the unfamiliar sensation. “It’s okay,” Landon whispered, leaning down to kiss him gently. “You’re doing so good.”

Aiden watched them with a hungry gaze, his hand stroking his own cock as he waited for his turn. “He’s so perfect,” Landon murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking tight.”

Landon picked up the pace, thrusting into Brandon harder and faster, his eyes locked on his twin’s face. “You feel so good,” he whispered, his voice filled with pride. “So fucking good.”

Brandon was close, with Landon's final thrust Brandon came onto his stomach. Landon pulled out slowly, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at his twin. “Your turn, uncle” he said, nodding to Aiden.

Aiden didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself at Brandon’s entrance, pressing the tip of his cock against the tight ring of muscle. “Relax Bran.” he murmured, his voice commanding.

He pushed inside, until he was fully inside Brandon. Brandon gasped, his hands clutching at the sheets, his hole still tight even after Landon stretching him out. “Still so tight,” Aiden whispered, leaning down to kiss him gently. “You’re so beautiful.”

Aiden fucked Brandon until he came again. He then pulled out slowly, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at Brandon. “Ready for both of us?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Brandon nodded shakily.

Landon’s lips curled into that familiar, teasing smile as he positioned himself behind Brandon, his hands gripping Bran's hips. Aiden was already in front, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Brandon’s trembling form.

“You sure you’re ready for this, Bran?” Landon purred, his voice dripping with mischief. He leaned down, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. “It’s going to be a lot.”

Brandon nodded, his wide eyes flickering between the two men. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him. “I… I think so,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Aiden’s hand cupped Brandon’s cheek, his touch firm yet reassuring. “Relax,” he commanded, his deep voice steady. “We’ll take care of you.”

Landon’s fingers trailed down Brandon’s spine, sending shivers through his body. He pressed the tip of his cock against Brandon’s entrance, already slick from Aiden’s earlier thrusts. “Here we go,” he murmured, pushing in slowly.

Brandon gasped, his back arching as Landon filled him. The stretch was intense, but it was nothing compared to what came next. Aiden positioned himself at Brandon’s entrance, his cock pressing against Landon’s. The sensation was overwhelming, both cocks sliding in together, stretching Brandon wider than he thought possible.

“Oh God,” Brandon moaned, his hands clutching at the sheets. He could feel every inch of them inside him, their cocks rubbing against each other, creating a friction that sent waves of pleasure through his body.

Landon chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on Brandon’s hips. “You’re taking us so well, Bran,” he teased, his voice laced with admiration. “Look at you, so full of us.”

Aiden’s breath hitched as he pushed in deeper, his cock sliding alongside Landon’s. The sensation was electric, the tight heat of Brandon’s hole enveloping them both. He leaned down, capturing Brandon’s lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring every corner of the younger man’s mouth.

Brandon moaned into the kiss, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. He could feel every movement, every thrust, as the two men began to move in sync. Their cocks rubbed against each other inside him, the sensation both strange and incredibly stimulating.

Landon’s thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one pushing Brandon to the edge. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Brandon’s neck as he whispered, “You feel amazing, Bran. So tight, so perfect.”

Aiden’s movements were more forceful, his powerful hips driving into Brandon with a relentless rhythm. He gripped Brandon’s shoulders, holding him steady as he fucked him hard. “You’re ours,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “All ours.”

The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the wet sounds of their bodies moving together. Brandon’s moans grew louder, his body writhing between the two men. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear.

Landon’s hand reached around, wrapping around Brandon’s cock and stroking him in time with their thrusts. “Come on, Bran,” he urged, his voice husky with desire. “Come for us.”

Brandon’s breath came in short gasps, his body trembling as he teetered on the edge. The combined sensations of their cocks inside him, Landon’s hand on his cock, and Aiden’s relentless thrusts pushed him over the edge. With a cry, he came, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over him.

Landon and Aiden didn’t stop, their thrusts growing more frantic as they chased their own release. Landon’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside Brandon. Aiden followed soon after, his powerful body shuddering as he spilled himself inside the younger man.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Brandon lay between them, his body limp and spent. He could feel their cum inside him, a warm reminder of what they had just done.

Landon leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Brandon’s shoulder. “You did so good, Bran,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

Aiden’s hand brushed through Brandon’s hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. “You’re ours now,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “Always.”

Brandon’s eyes fluttered closed, a small smile playing on his lips. He felt completely and utterly claimed by the two men who meant the most to him. And as they lay there together, their bodies intertwined, he knew that this was just the beginning and he is all in for it.

Chapter Text

Eli x Remi

The bar was alive with energy, the kind that buzzed through the air like electricity, and Remi was the conductor. He sat on a stool at the center of the room, his legs crossed elegantly, a glass of something sparkling in his hand. His laughter rang out, sharp and melodic, drawing everyone in like moths to a flame. Men and women alike crowded around him, their eyes hungry, their smiles eager. Remi thrived on it—the attention, the adoration, the way they hung on his every word. He was a masterpiece, and he knew it.

“Remi, you’re such a tease,” a woman purred, leaning in closer, her hand brushing his arm.

He smirked, tilting his head just so, letting the dim light catch the sharp angles of his face. “Am I? I thought I was just being friendly.” His voice was smooth, dripping with mischief.

A man on his other side chuckled, his gaze lingering on Remi’s lips. “Friendly, huh? You’ve got a funny way of showing it.”

Remi shrugged, taking a slow sip of his drink. “What can I say? I’m a people person.”

The crowd laughed, charmed by his effortless charisma. They were all vying for his attention, each one hoping to be the one he chose tonight. But Remi wasn’t interested in choosing. He was too busy enjoying the game, the way they all leaned in closer, the way their eyes darkened with desire.

And then the door opened.

The atmosphere shifted instantly, like a storm rolling in. The chatter died down, replaced by hushed whispers and stolen glances. Eli stood in the doorway, his presence commanding, his expression unreadable. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a face that could have been carved from stone. His dark eyes scanned the room, landing on Remi with an intensity that made even the air feel heavier.

Remi felt it too—the shift, the tension. He glanced up, meeting Eli’s gaze, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was something dangerous in those eyes, something possessive and raw. Remi’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t let it show. Instead, he smiled, raising his glass in a mock toast.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice carrying across the room. “Look who decided to join the party.”

Eli didn’t respond. He moved through the crowd like a predator, his steps deliberate, his gaze never leaving Remi. The people around him parted instinctively, sensing the danger radiating off him. When he reached Remi, he stopped, towering over him, his expression unreadable.

“Having fun?” Eli asked, his voice low and rough.

Remi tilted his head back, meeting Eli’s gaze with a defiant smirk. “Always. You should try it sometime.”

Eli’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching at his sides. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Remi’s ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game, my queen.”

The words sent a shiver down Remi’s spine, but he refused to back down. “Oh, Eli,” he purred, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “I thought you liked it when I played.”

Eli’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, Remi thought he might do something reckless—something that would make the entire bar erupt into chaos. But instead, Eli straightened, his expression hardening. He turned to the crowd, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

“Show’s over,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Get lost.”

The crowd hesitated, glancing between Eli and Remi, unsure of what to do. But one look at Eli’s face was enough to send them scattering, leaving the two of them alone in the center of the room.

Remi pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re no fun.”

Eli didn’t respond. Instead, he grabbed Remi by the arm, pulling him off the stool with a force that made Remi stumble. “Hey!” Remi protested, but Eli ignored him, dragging him toward the door.

“Eli, let go!” Remi tried to pull away, but Eli’s grip was ironclad. He shoved the door open with his free hand, the cool night air hitting them both as he marched toward his car.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Remi snapped, but there was a hint of nervousness in his voice now. He knew that tone in Eli’s voice—knew what it meant.

Eli opened the passenger door and practically threw Remi inside, buckling him in with a speed that left no room for argument. He slammed the door shut and rounded the car, sliding into the driver’s seat with a look that could have melted steel.

“Eli—” Remi started, but Eli cut him off with a glare.

“Not a word,” he growled, starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot with a screech of tires.

The drive home was tense, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Remi fidgeted in his seat, his mind racing. He knew he’d pushed too far this time—knew that Eli wasn’t going to let this slide. But there was a part of him that couldn’t help but feel excited by it. Eli’s jealousy, his possessiveness—it was intoxicating.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Eli was out of the car before it had even come to a full stop. He yanked Remi out of the passenger seat and carried him into the house like a sack of flour, ignoring his protests.

“Eli, put me down!” Remi demanded, but Eli didn’t listen. He carried him up the stairs and into their bedroom, tossing him onto the bed with a force that made the mattress bounce.

Remi scrambled to sit up, but Eli was already on him, pinning him down with a hand on his chest. His eyes burned with a fire that made Remi’s breath catch.

“You think it’s funny?” Eli growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Flirting with everyone in that bar like you don’t belong to me?”

Remi swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “I don’t belong to anyone,” he said, though his voice wavered.

Eli leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Remi’s ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down Remi’s spine. “And tonight, I’m going to remind you exactly what that means.”

Remi’s breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. He knew what was coming—knew that Eli wasn’t going to stop until he’d made his point. And as much as he wanted to protest, as much as he wanted to push back, he couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him at the thought.

Eli’s hand moved to Remi’s waist, gripping him tightly as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above Remi’s. “You’re going to regret teasing me,” he murmured, his voice dark and promising.

Remi’s lips parted, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he looked up at Eli with wide eyes. “Maybe,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “But I think you’re going to enjoy it more.”

Eli’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, Remi thought he might kiss him—might finally give in to the tension that had been building between them all night. But instead, Eli pulled back slightly, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Oh, my queen,” he said softly, his voice dripping with promise. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you.”

Eli’s grip on Remi’s waist tightened as he leaned in, his breath hot against Remi’s ear. “You’ve been a very bad boy tonight, my queen,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Remi shivered, his body already responding to the promise in Eli’s tone. He tried to squirm away, but Eli’s hold was unyielding.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Remi said, his voice teasing, though it wavered slightly. He knew exactly what he’d done—flirting shamelessly at the bar, drawing every eye in the room, and reveling in the attention. But now, under Eli’s intense gaze, he felt a thrill of fear mixed with anticipation.

Eli’s hand moved to the back of Remi’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled him closer. “You know exactly what you did,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “And now, you’re going to pay for it.”

Before Remi could respond, Eli’s other hand came down hard on his ass, the sharp slap echoing through the room. Remi gasped, his body jerking forward as the sting spread through him. “Eli!” he cried out, but there was no real protest in his voice—only a desperate need for more.

“That’s just the beginning,” Eli said, his voice dark with promise. He delivered another sharp smack, then another, each one landing with precision on Remi’s sensitive skin. Remi’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling as the pain mixed with pleasure, sending sparks of heat through him.

Eli paused, his hand resting on Remi’s ass as he leaned in close. “Do you like that, darling?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “Or do you need more?”

Remi bit his lip, his body aching for the next strike. “More,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Eli chuckled darkly, his hand coming down again, harder this time. Remi cried out, his body arching into the pain. Eli continued, each slap harder than the last, until Remi’s ass was red and throbbing, his body writhing with every strike.

Finally, Eli stopped, his hand resting on Remi’s heated skin. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice soft but no less commanding. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Remi’s ear. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

Eli’s hands moved to Remi’s shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. Remi’s chest heaved as Eli’s eyes raked over him, taking in every inch of his slim, elegant body. Eli’s fingers traced over Remi’s nipples, teasing them until they were hard and sensitive. Remi gasped, his body arching into Eli’s touch.

“So responsive,” Eli murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting until Remi was moaning, his hands clutching at Eli’s shoulders.

Eli moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before biting down gently. Remi cried out, his body trembling as pleasure shot through him.

Eli pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at Remi. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he said, his voice rough. “Completely at my mercy.”

Remi’s breath hitched as Eli’s hands moved to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with his underwear. Eli’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Remi’s hard cock, already leaking with pre-cum.

“So eager,” Eli murmured, his fingers tracing the length of Remi’s cock before moving lower, teasing at his entrance. Remi gasped, his body tensing as Eli’s finger pressed against him.

“Relax,” Eli commanded, his voice firm but gentle. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Remi’s as he pushed a finger inside, slowly stretching him. Remi moaned, his body arching into the sensation as Eli’s finger moved deeper.

Eli added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch Remi further. Remi’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Eli’s fingers moved inside him, hitting that spot that made him see stars.

“Eli,” Remi moaned, his voice trembling with need. “Please…”

Eli chuckled darkly, his fingers still moving inside Remi. “Please what, my queen?” he asked, his voice teasing.

“Fuck me,” Remi begged, his voice desperate. “Please, Eli, I need you.”

Eli’s eyes darkened at the plea, and he pulled his fingers out, leaving Remi empty and aching. He quickly undressed, his cock hard and ready as he positioned himself between Remi’s legs.

“You’re mine,” Eli growled, his voice filled with possessiveness as he pushed inside Remi in one smooth thrust. Remi cried out, his body arching as Eli filled him completely.

Eli began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless as he claimed Remi completely. Remi’s moans filled the room, his body trembling with pleasure as Eli fucked him into oblivion.

“You’re mine,” Eli repeated, his voice rough with desire as he pounded into Remi. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this.”

Remi could only moan in response, his body completely overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him. Eli’s thrusts became harder, faster, driving Remi closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, darling,” Eli commanded, his voice dark and demanding. Remi obeyed instantly, his body convulsing as he came hard, his cum spilling between them.

Eli followed soon after, his own release filling Remi as he thrust deep one last time. He collapsed on top of Remi, their bodies still connected as they both struggled to catch their breath.

After a moment, Eli pulled out, rolling onto his back and pulling Remi with him. Remi nestled against Eli’s chest, his body still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking.

“You’re mine, my queen” Eli murmured again, his voice soft but no less possessive as he held Remi close.

Remi smiled, his body still humming with pleasure. “Yours,” he agreed, his voice filled with contentment. But even as he spoke, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. “But you know I’ll always be a tease.”

Eli’s eyes darkened at the words, and he rolled over, pinning Remi beneath him once more. “Then I guess I’ll just have to remind you who you belong to,” he growled, his voice filled with promise.

Remi’s breath hitched as Eli leaned in, his lips brushing against Remi’s ear. “Again?” he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Chapter Text

Jeremy x Landon

The forest was alive with the sound of footsteps crunching over fallen leaves, the air thick with the scent of the forest. Landon moved like a shadow, his breath steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. He wasn’t supposed to be here—not at the Heathens’ initiation, not in this godforsaken forest, and certainly not being chased by Jeremy fucking Volkov. But here he was, running for his life—or at least his pride.

Landon smirked to himself as he darted between trees, his sharp eyes scanning for an escape route. Let them think they can catch me, he thought, his arrogance flaring like a beacon. He’d always been good at this—slipping away, staying one step ahead. It was why they called him the Devil. He wasn’t just rich; he was untouchable. Or so he liked to believe.

Behind him, Jeremy’s voice cut through the night, low and commanding. “You can’t run forever, Landon.”

Landon’s smirk widened. “Watch me.”

He pushed himself harder, his legs burning as he sprinted through the underbrush. But Jeremy was relentless, his presence looming closer with every passing second. Landon could feel it—the heat of his pursuit, the way the air seemed to shift around him. It was almost… intoxicating. No, he scolded himself, shaking off the thought. This wasn’t the time for distractions.

But then it happened. A misstep. His foot caught on a root, and he stumbled, crashing to the ground with a grunt. Before he could recover, Jeremy was on him, his hand gripping the back of Landon’s neck like a vice. The force of it sent a shiver down Landon’s spine, and he froze, his body instinctively arching under the weight of Jeremy’s dominance.

“Got you,” Jeremy growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Landon’s heart raced, but he refused to show weakness. “Congratulations,” he drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You caught me. What now? Going to drag me back to your little club like a trophy?”

Jeremy’s grip tightened, and Landon hissed as he was forced to his knees. “You talk too much,” Jeremy muttered, leaning in close. His breath was warm against Landon’s ear, sending another involuntary shiver through him. “Always have.”

Landon clenched his jaw, refusing to let Jeremy see how much this was affecting him. But then something shifted. A faint, sweet scent wafted through the air, subtle but unmistakable. Jeremy stilled, his nose brushing against Landon’s neck as he inhaled deeply.

“What the hell…” Jeremy murmured, his voice tinged with surprise.

Landon’s stomach dropped. No. His scent blockers were wearing off. He could feel it now—the faint warmth spreading through his body, the telltale signs of his heat creeping in. Panic surged through him, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Get off me,” he snapped, trying to twist out of Jeremy’s grip.

But Jeremy didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of Landon’s neck. “You’re an omega,” he said, his voice low and incredulous.

Landon’s breath hitched. “And?” he shot back, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

Jeremy chuckled, the sound dark and possessive. “And here I thought you were just an arrogant prick. Turns out you’re hiding something far more interesting.”

Landon’s pulse quickened as Jeremy’s hand slid from his neck to his waist, pulling him closer. The heat between them was unbearable now, their bodies pressed together in a way that made Landon’s head spin. He wanted to push Jeremy away, to deny the way his body was responding, but he couldn’t. Not when every fiber of his being was screaming for more.

“Let me go,” Landon said weakly, though the words lacked conviction.

Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk. “Why would I do that when you smell so damn good?”

Landon’s cheeks burned, but before he could retort, Jeremy’s mouth was on his, claiming him with a kiss that was equal parts rough and tender. Landon’s mind went blank, his hands instinctively gripping Jeremy’s shoulders as he kissed him back. It was maddening, the way Jeremy’s touch set his skin on fire, the way his scent enveloped him like a drug.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Jeremy’s eyes were dark with desire as he stared down at Landon, his thumb brushing over Landon’s swollen lips. “You’re mine now,” he said, his voice firm.

Landon’s heart skipped a beat. “What?” he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jeremy nodded, his expression serious. “Mine. Душа моя.”

The words sent a jolt through Landon, though he wasn’t sure what they meant. All he knew was that Jeremy’s gaze was unwavering, his hold on him unyielding. And for the first time in his life, Landon felt… vulnerable.

Jeremy stood, pulling Landon to his feet with ease. “Come on,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re going to my room.”

Landon hesitated, but the heat coursing through his body made it impossible to resist. He followed Jeremy through the forest, their hands intertwined in a way that felt both foreign and inevitable. The night air was cool against his skin, but it did nothing to quell the fire burning inside him.

When they reached Jeremy’s room, Landon’s breath caught at the sight of it—spacious and luxurious, with a bed that looked far too inviting for its own good. Jeremy closed the door behind them, locking it with a soft click before turning to face Landon.

“Take off your clothes,” Jeremy commanded, his voice low and husky.

Landon’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

Jeremy stepped closer, his gaze intense. “You heard me.”

Landon swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he reached for the buttons of his shirt. He told himself it was just the heat making him comply, but deep down, he knew better. There was something about Jeremy that made him want to surrender, to give in completely.

As the fabric slipped from his shoulders, Jeremy’s eyes darkened with hunger. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his hands reaching out to trace the lines of Landon’s chest.

Landon shivered under his touch, his breath hitching as Jeremy’s lips found his once more. The kiss was slower this time, more deliberate, and Landon felt himself melting into it. His hands tangled in Jeremy’s hair as their bodies pressed together, the heat between them growing with every passing second.

Jeremy’s hands roamed over Landon’s body, exploring every inch with a possessiveness that left Landon breathless. When they finally pulled apart, Jeremy’s lips trailed down Landon’s neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“Mine,” Jeremy whispered against his skin, the word sending a thrill through Landon.

Landon’s head fell back as Jeremy’s hands slid lower, his touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume him entirely. He knew where this was heading, knew that there was no turning back now. And for once in his life, Landon didn’t care. He wanted this—wanted him.

“Jeremy…” Landon breathed, his voice trembling with need.

Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk as he looked up at him. “Say it,” he demanded.

Landon hesitated for a moment before whispering the words that would change everything. “I’m yours.”

Jeremy’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “Good boy.”

Jeremy’s hands were firm on Landon’s hips as he guided him toward the bed, his touch both commanding and possessive. Landon’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and defiance coursing through him. He didn’t want to give in so easily, but the heat building inside him was undeniable, his body betraying his mind with every step. Jeremy pushed him down onto the soft mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the fire raging within him.

“You’re mine now, душа моя,” Jeremy murmured, his voice low and dripping with dominance. His fingers traced the line of Landon’s hip, sending shivers up his spine. Landon’s breath hitched as Jeremy leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

Landon’s body trembled, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as Jeremy’s fingers moved lower, teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, soft and needy. Jeremy smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on him. “So responsive already,” he purred, his fingers slick with lube as they circled Landon’s entrance.

The first touch was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made Landon arch off the bed. Jeremy’s fingers pressed inside slowly, stretching him with deliberate care. Landon’s breath came in short gasps, his body instinctively pushing back against the intrusion. “Jeremy…” he whispered, his voice trembling with need.

“That’s it, душа моя,” Jeremy coaxed, his voice a low growl. “Let go for me.” He added a second finger, curling them just right to hit that spot that made Landon see stars. A loud moan tore from Landon’s throat, his hands fisting the sheets as pleasure surged through him. Jeremy’s free hand gripped his hip, holding him in place as he worked him open with expert precision.

When Jeremy finally withdrew his fingers, Landon whimpered at the loss, his body craving more. Jeremy didn’t make him wait long. He positioned himself between Landon’s legs, his cock pressing against his entrance. Landon’s breath caught as Jeremy leaned down, their faces inches apart. “Ready?” Jeremy asked, his voice rough with desire.

Landon nodded, unable to form words. Jeremy pushed in slowly, the stretch intense but not painful. Landon’s nails dug into Jeremy’s shoulders as he adjusted to the size of him, his body trembling with the effort. Jeremy paused, giving him time to acclimate before he began to move.

The first thrust was slow and deep, drawing a moan from both of them. Jeremy set a steady pace, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside Landon. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, and Landon’s loud whimpers. Jeremy’s hands roamed over Landon’s body, mapping every inch of him as if committing it to memory.

“You feel so good,” Jeremy growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “So tight, so perfect for me.” He picked up the pace, driving into Landon with increasing intensity. Landon’s moans grew louder, his body arching to meet each thrust. The heat inside him was overwhelming, his senses consumed by Jeremy—his scent, his touch, his voice.

Jeremy’s hand wrapped around Landon’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was too much, and Landon felt himself teetering on the edge. “Jeremy… I’m close,” he gasped, his voice breaking.

“Come for me, душа моя,” Jeremy commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Landon’s spine. The words were all it took. Landon cried out as he came, his body convulsing with pleasure. Jeremy followed soon after, his knot swelling and locking them together as he spilled inside him.

Jeremy then leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Landon’s neck. Landon’s eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. “Jeremy—” he started, but it was too late. Jeremy bit down hard, marking him as his mate. The pain was sharp but fleeting, quickly replaced by a sense of completeness that left Landon breathless.

Jeremy pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at Landon. “Mine,” he said simply, his voice filled with possessiveness.

Landon’s heart raced, his body still trembling from the intensity of it all. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he reached up, his fingers brushing against the mark on his neck. It was real. He was Jeremy’s now—completely and irrevocably.

Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk as he leaned in close again, his breath hot against Landon’s ear. “Get used to it, душа моя. This is just the beginning.”