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Cups were gently set down on the desks, soft kisses placed on the backs of craned necks, heads bowed over books.

His poor wizards, so smart and yet so easily distracted from taking care of themselves.

Plates were set down with simple foods that could easily be eaten whilst working. And those cups were still full, but now cold.

Mollymauk took them, refreshing the drinks and returning the cups.

“Caleb, Essek, my darling magic men…. Please eat something and drink your tea for me? I worry about you when you fixate and forget that you’re more important than whatever spell you’re working on…”

He was met with soft, non committed sounds from the both that made his shoulders droop. His tail wound around his own thigh, a habit that had formed after they…. Came together. It was an action that quietly reminded himself that he couldn’t force them to do anything, and his own mental anxiety that they found something more important to pay attention to.

Molly slipped out of the room, arms around his waist in an attempt to combat the sliver of ice that seemed to run through him whenever this happened. All he could really do was wait… but when was too long to wait?

He slipped into their shared bed, drowning himself in the scent of his lovers on their respective pillows as he cuddled them as close and tight as if they were his darling wizards. His mind drifted to the night before last when he had their hands all over his skin like a branding, claiming touch that seared into his soul perfectly as he begged and cried for mercy and more and yes and please and he’d be so good for them…

He could still see those beautiful smiles through frustrated tears as they finally decided he deserved a reward, the way the corners of their eyes had crinkled softly.

He could still hear the mumbled words, in languages he still didn’t quite understand, the soft breaths and whispers of praise.

He could still taste their mingled essence, the salt from their skins as he had dutifully cleaned them up with that pierced, forked tongue as they lavished him with soft affection.

His body ached, shuffled to his knees to push his hips back against thin air with a soft, sobbed whine that he muffled with the sheets so he wouldn’t disturb.

His pants were too tight, his shirt was suffocating, even the little green ribbon around his wrist felt constrictive as he slipped three fingers past his lips to bite on.

He couldn’t find relief though. Caleb and Essek weren’t there and he had no permission. This hadn’t been something they had ever discussed before. All he could do was stay still in that bowed position, keeping his hips away from the sheets that tempted him with soothing friction.

The light outside the window dimmed and died, and his joints had stiffened to such a degree that finally moving caused a cacophony of almost sickening cracks as the air bubbles popped.

Their candles had almost died, human eyes squinted as Molly woodenly moved to set new ones out, illuminating the workspace without a sound, tail coiled so tight around his leg that it ached as much as his heart did. The food and drink were still untouched, and he had the most irrational, inexplicable need to feel any sort of willing, enthusiastic contact from them.

But they were working their complex, important work.

And it wasn’t him. He had no right to interrupt them, to demand their time and attention so selfishly.

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The night had long since settled by the time Caleb remembered such things as food and water and bathrooms and beds, reaching to gently touch Essek on the shoulder.

“Liebling… we should rest. Molly is already asleep probably. We shouldn't keep him so lonely for so long, ja?”

Essek looked around for a moment, only just noticing the cold tea and the small snack foods that had grown stale, stretching his back with a symphony of little pops.

“Yes, let’s go to bed. Before we sleep in these chairs again.”

Their hands found each other as they made their way towards their room quietly, trying not to wake their sleeping lover.

Their sleeping lover who was knelt by the foot of their bed, head bowed as his body swayed slightly, clearly trying to force himself to stay awake as he waited, and struggling to do so.

“Molly?”

When whispered, he struggled to understand which of them called his name, eyes unfocused despite his darkvision as light streamed from behind them.

Mollymauk Tealeaf had a biting, playful, scolding remark on his lips about their lack of self care, and yet all he could do upon seeing them was sob, head bowed as his hands wrung at his tail to keep them from reaching out.

Two hearts simultaneously shattered, feet rushing them to his side as they wrapped him in their arms and ran soothing fingers through his hair. It just made him cry harder, face pressed in the space between their shoulders as his body pushed against every bit of their bodies for more.

He didn’t know what it was to be touchstarved, had never experienced such a powerful desire to have skin on his in a chaste way to such a degree as it was more powerful than any addiction or desire.

He felt like he could finally breathe, like he was whole again and not fading.

“Molly, Liebling…. Ah, now then.. what are these tears for?”

Essek, as unused to social norms as he was even compared to Caleb, was the first to reach a realisation as he saw the pillows askew on the bed.

“Mollymauk… have you been waiting for us all this time? Why did you not say anything? We would have given you what you needed, you know this…”

And, he did…. But irrationally, he didn’t. He had returned and slotted into their lives, but they were a unit without him… his anxiety, the beast he kept under lock and key, told him that he mattered less. His insecurity was deafening and it made his skin crawl as he hiccuped and tried to give some response.

“… I was good for you….”

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“... I was good for you….”

It was so quiet, so innocent and childlike that both wizards knew that this went beyond simple arousal and carnal desire. This was a plea to not leave him, to not forget or forsake, a quiet beseeching for a mere fragment of their time and attention in the way a beggar would appeal for a scrap of food when their hunger ran so deep it gnawed at their very bones.

And it did, the utter emotional pain and insecurity and anxiety had burrowed so deep it had now manifested in such a deep, physical discomfort. His chest ached, his lungs burned, there was this odd metallic sensation in his throat that nearly choked the bloodhunter with every breath. All that without even beginning to think of the pain his knelt position had summoned after the hours sat like that, or the fact that his nails had gouged deep crescents into the slimmest part of his tail, just below the spaded tip; without hearing the way his joints clicked and creaked and popped as he moved to press into their hands and arms and chests.

Mollymauk’s desperation for touch was so great that he hadn’t noticed the fact his horns had pressed just deep enough into their shoulders to draw a single bead of blood on each of his partners.

Mollymauk… the one usually so careful and conscious, so reluctant to hurt either of them… He even wore those soft, spongy tubes when he slept to keep them safe, even their heaviest and most exhausting sessions hadn’t stopped him from protecting their skin. And here he was not noticing, completely unaware of the unintentional damage he was causing.

A look was all that was needed between the drow and the human, Caleb shifting to pull their trembling lover against his chest whilst Essek held those calloused hands until they could be coaxed away from his now bloody tail.

“Oh, Schatz, es tut uns so leid…”

“Nindel’s o, xhenshun’nye… Ori’gato alu whol uns’aa… Gi, dosst pradr utiflinii…”

Between them, they worked to move their beloved into a partially standing state before Essek swept up his legs and Caleb supported his torso and head, placing him on the bed with all the reverence and love they had.

Each pulled away as the other held, soft little words of encouragement and love and reassurance that they weren’t going anywhere, they were just getting undressed to be comfortable in bed.

It was around the time that Essek had divested himself of his usual garments that Molly’s uncontrollable sobbing finally slowed to a soggy sort of sniffle as he curled up into the drow. Dark fingers curled into the violet hair, blunt nails gently scratching at the scalp.

And then two sets of hands were there to peel off the former carnie’s clothes, soft kisses to the exposed shoulders to keep it all chaste; they didn’t want his already fragile mind to think this was all just about sex.

This was about love, and apologies, the fact that they had unknowingly abandoned him for hours upon hours without a word. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, but this time was simply so much worse.

“Mein Schatz… you were so good for us, even when we didn’t deserve your obedience and care.. How can we make it up to you?”

Caleb’s words were soft and sweet, like those pastries Jester craved so much, and Molly wanted to respond, the words were sitting on the tip of his tongue… and he dipped his head low, hiding his face.

“It’s okay, xhenshun’nye… you can answer… You can tell us, whatever it is.. We will do everything possible to make it come true, to make it up to you, to remind you how utterly and truly loved you are by us.”

Lavender hands clasped each other, squeezing his own fingers as he wanted to speak, to tell them, but words… were not wording. He couldn’t string together the words he wanted without the anxiety of seeming too needy or too desperate. He couldn’t lose them..

There was a little tug on his wrist, eyes glancing down to the thin green ribbon he’d worn the whole day.

He remembered the day he’d brought them home. Little scraps of ribbon long enough to tie around the wrist without trailing too much or being easily noticeable by others, three of each colour.

It was how they communicated their needs:

Green for full contact,
Yellow for please ask,
Red for non touch days,
Pink for the days he felt more feminine and blue for his more masculine days (they were rarely used, though, his wardrobe had also become an indicator)
And for the times when they went nonverbal…

“Mollymauk, do we need to tie a purple one here as well? Just nod or shake your head for us..”

The soft but dull jingle of jewellery as his head nodded.

“Does the green still apply, Liebling?”

Another little nod.

“Can you sit up on your own whilst I go to get i-”

The sound was sharper this time, a frantic shake of his head.

“Okay, okay. Mage Hand it is, then. Do not fret, my darling circus man..”

Caleb cooed as Essek casted, a soft purple glow before it vanished and a second ribbon joined the first.

“There… Now, what do you need from us? What do you want? What can we do in penance of our blatant neglect of you? You don’t need to talk, use your hands. Guide us, move us, trace words and letters, even if you just want to sleep.”

Those Infernal hands twitched, a flicker of his gaze between them to ask for permission even after it had already been given. They both understood that look… despite the current situation, they all shared the roles of various aspects of the dominant and submissive lifestyle, and they all had some degree of anxiety. They just never realised that Molly’s ran as deep as it was presenting now.

Soft smiles, softer kisses, coaxing words… and Mollymauk still had this terrified doubt in his eyes that broke Caleb’s heart. The human felt the familiar sense of constriction around his chest and throat, the beginnings of a panic attack taking hold of him, only stifled with a hand on his as Essek, with a face set in a softly stern expression, gave a tiny nod.

“Mollymauk, I thought you were being good for us? And here you are, disobeying us so blatantly. How is that good behaviour?

Now, you have been given an order: use your hands to tell us what you want. And if there is any hesitation, I shall have to find a way to punish you for your disobedience.”

Molly’s crimson eyes widened beyond what seemed possible, lower lip trembling. Caleb, however, knew exactly what the Shadowhand was doing. Using Molly’s own anxiety to break through the anxiety. Creating a situation where the greater fear had to override the smaller and force an action, just enough to break the decision paralysis that had taken hold. It was clever, and something he might have considered if he hadn’t been struck so full of fear.

What happened next, well… no one was sure what order it was, all so quick and almost simultaneous. Hands were pulled to hips and chest, Caleb tugged to drown that lavender column of his throat in attention as Essek was pulled into a kiss that made Molly moan in what was possibly the filthiest relief possible. The tail coiled around each leg in turn to twist their bodies onto his, relaxing under the weight of his soulmates.

His tongue took advantage of the drow’s tiny breath, slipping past parted lips to claim them as his, that passionate dance slowing slightly as his nail traced against Essek’s back: Am I being good for you?

“You can do better, I’m sure, sadlorisa…”

Fingers tangled in red hair, pulling him closer, nails caressing the scalp as he tried to tilt his head more, begging in silence. Caleb paused for a moment, mentally trying to translate the touch before gently grazing his teeth on skin. The action earned him a sharp gasp, a pause before another press, nails scratching a little quicker now as Caleb smiled.

‘Ah, hot and cold… I shall file this away for a later session…’

In keeping with the desperation already displayed, Caleb began to ravage the flesh he could reach, just short of drawing blood as he bit and nibble and sucked deep bruises that almost seemed black - and the sound Mollymauk made in response was nothing short of pure sin, distilled and refined pleasure.

Fingers traced again: Now?

“Ser aluin…”

Ser aluin… that one he knew. He’d heard that so many times, whispered in the dark…

His free hand managed to snake under Essek’s shoulders, body shifting as he tried not to pull away from any of the contact of lips or roaming hands or weight. His nail scrabbled against the seam of the drawer in the bedside unit, struggling to open it. I took a few moments before it shifted enough to drag out, fingers blindly and frantically searching, making an utter mess of the usually pristine storage.

And then the retrieved item, cold compared to their heat flustered skin, was pressed against the spine of his elvish lover.

“Want to be filled, sadlorisa?”

Violet-blue eyes flickered to the ribbons before a tiny breath.

“Mollymauk, beloved… Do you want to be our good boy- ah, let me finish before you answer. You need to tap for this one. Once for good boy, twice for good girl, or thrice for neither gender…. Okay, okay. I understand. Good boy, very good.”

Molly, in his frantic enthusiasm to communicate and be good, had begun a steady single tap, repeated over and over against the scapula, much to Essek’s amusement.

“Just a few more questions, because I want to make sure we are giving you everythi-, Caleb, darling… please, he needs to be a good boy and answer us, and if you keep biting him like that I fear his brain will be too scrambled for him to communicate.”

There was that beautiful, guilty Zemnian smile that proved he had gotten so caught up he’d almost lost control.

“Thank you, now…. I want to make sure we give you everything you need from us, so would you like to be on your front or your back?”

The shake of his head wasn't expected, but the confusion was cleared away as Molly shifted to his side to face Essek with those big, pleading eyes he only ever had in this sub-space.

“Okay, so you want Caleb to fill you then… That’s perf- oh?”

Those stunning Xhorhasian features blinked in surprise, waiting as Molly shifted the glass vial into his now upper hand, the arm pinned under Essek pulled the wizard flush to his front as if he were trying to meld them into one being, tail pulling Caleb closer despite the soreness.

“Mollymauk, I do not- oh.”

A powerful thigh was swung over the dark elf’s hip, tail manually pulled to his chest out of the way, opening and presenting himself to both.

“Oh Schatz… Are you sure? We have never done this before, we don’t want to hurt you, ja?”

But both wizards would be lying if they said it wasn’t a thrill that shot all their blood flow south. Their half arousal before was out of respect, not wanting to get too caught in lust if Molly decided that chaste was enough, controlling themselves just in case.

Now… whoever claimed that diamond was the hardest substance in existence might need to rethink that statement.

Lips parted, forming silent words before his teeth were wildly ripping the ribbons from his wrist. They were there, they felt like commands, commands he needed gone so he could speak…

“Don’t care, hurt me, break me, rip me apart… I don’t care if I bleed or scream, just make me feel! Both of you…. Together…. With me…. Please?”

His voice had started stammered and cracked with a dry throat, had grown stronger with the emotion, and then died to this pure submissive whisper.

“Ja, okay Liebling, okay. We have got you…”

Caleb took the vial, the most adept of the two wizards in this particular act, coating his fingertip with the slick oil, liberally applying it first to that tight muscle and then to his fingers before pressing the tip of a single digit inside.

“I love you… Is breá liom tú an oiread sin… Caleb, more, please…. I need the pain, I need the feeling of it… You can both slam inside me and fuck me mercilessly for all I care, just… please!”

A little sob that was stifled against Essek’s lips as drow hands soothed over his side.

“Shhh, xhenshun’nye… we have you and we understand… but you know we could never forgive ourselves if we caused you such damage.”

Caleb decided to give a mild compromise, pressing two digits inside his beloved carefully as he heard the cry that straddled pain and bliss. Fingertips curled before he began to stretch him open, alternating between the pain and the pleasure he was delivering.

Only once those sounds shrank to soft moans did he add more, repeating the process as Essek mumbled filthy, sweet nothings against those parted lips since that crafty tail had pinned the hand that had tried to envelope the leaking, ridged cock pressed against his stomach. He occasionally flicked his eyes open to visually confirm that Molly was still alright, and the rolled eyes, closed and half closed and wide confirmed it. It was the heavy sheen of glistening sweat that drew attention to the fact that he hadn’t felt the tiefling rut against him once, nor had his hips pushed back… instead, he was holding perfectly still for them.

“Good boy, our beautiful boy… Look at how well he’s behaving, Caleb… he hasn’t moved his hips once…”

The responding words were unlike what was considered typical for such a submissive mindset, but given his command to be needy, he wasn’t worried about it coming across as disobedient.

“Don’ wanna cum t’soon… No’ until you’re both inside me, no’ until you're as deep as ye can get…”

Lust had only thickened Molly’s accent, a growl under the words as his head tipped back.

“Fuck, Caleb…. Any more and you’ll get the whole fist in there…”

The bloodhunter’s head tipped back, lazy in his arousal.

“Is breá liom, a leannán, mo shaol síoraí… I need you… now, please..”

Oil was passed between them until a slickened hand hoisted that thigh up high, Essek reaching to line himself up and slide within the loosened hole into Infernal heat before the drow’s more slender but no less slippery hand held the back of Molly’s knee.

The star of the show, so to speak, had slipped his eyes closed, purring loudly as he felt the comfort of that shaft inside him, lost in sensation.

And then his eyes flew open, rolled back with gathering tears, spine tense as he fought not to arch and risk dislodging either one of the delicious shafts that stretched him full beyond belief.

It was beautiful. Transcendent. Divine.

And the sinful groans of his partners only boiled his blood further, feeling his dick begin to throb as precum seemed to fall in a thick dribble rather than the elegant beads he suckled from his lovers regularly.

This alone was almost enough to make him explode, to plaster Essek to his chest with thick seed, but it wasn’t enough. Not enough, more, needed more, needed them to move..

“... move… by the Moonweaver’s tits, I’m begging you to fuck me like I’m your favourite slut, ruin me, wanna be so full i’m leaking you both for days… gods, please, begging… need, oh fuck , nee-!”

His incessant babbling was only halted by the coordinated movements, one in as one pulled back, perfectly synchronised for a split second.

But a split second was all the control they had, too wrapped up in the heat and tightness, the added pressure and stimulation of each other rubbing from root to tip was so intense and new and so fucking good.

Essek was the first to break, this being the newest thing for him and quickly becoming his dirtiest fantasy, seeing the rapture in those scarlet eyes making him want to try too….

And then Caleb. Caleb who could not see the tiefling’s expression, only hear and feel… but he could see the hunger growing in those drow eyes and it shattered him, hand coming up to hold that black-blossom and lavender throat and feel his teeth marks beneath his palm. He didn’t squeeze, not yet.

Not until Mollymauk gave this pathetic, whining moan that it almost seemed like he was trying to hold back through gritted teeth, feeling perfect coordination become messy and sloppy and needy… and the knowledge that they were gaining that pleasure from his body, from him…

There was no warning before Essek was coated white, this deep, claiming Infernal growl echoing around their bedroom as Molly froze, tense and complete and his hand splayed above their bodies, nails curling slowly like he was making sure he wasn’t carving into actual flesh.

Sharp drow teeth found the dense curve of a bicep, latching on before he screamed out his own release, whimpering as Caleb continued to relentlessly thrust against his overstimulated cock.

Caleb’s blunt teeth found a devilish ear, nipping and tugging as his voice came out deep and harsh and, as both his lovers would agree, sexier than it had ever been before.

“Look, such a good boy, being such a good little slut for us… have we ruined you yet? Or does your greedy body need our cocks perpetually hard, need us fucking you until you pass out?

Fuck, your ass is so tight, baby boy… such a perfect little hole for our thick cocks to pound into….

So close, can you feel me throbbing inside you? Want me to fill you up until your stomach aches with how much cum you have inside you?”

Molly could do nothing but nod, eyes so glazed over he couldn’t see, in such pleasure as Caleb’s free hand rubbed and pinched at, dragged his blunt nail over the stiff indigo nipple. He wasn’t being brought back to the edge of bliss, Caleb had grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him there, dangling him over the edge as he just nodded in answer to his question, sucking in a wheezed breath just as Caleb gave him one final command.

“Beg.”

And, fuck, if that wasn’t the cherry on the proverbial top.

He screamed, feeling the Shadowhand flinch as he was coated in another glistening layer of pearlescent release, throat sore and voice hoarse.

“Caleb! Please!”

“Good. Take it like the good boy you are.”

He hilted deep inside him, feeling the mix of wizard seed fill and then start to seep out.

Every touch became soft and light, reverent as kisses were exchanged between all three, laying in the intense glow of what they had just done.

“How was that, Liebling? Everything you wanted? It wasn’t too much?”

“Only in the best way… Just….”

Essek leaned on his elbow slightly, soft smile.

“What is it, love?”

Blush spread from cheek to neck as Molly bit his lip, grinning that mischievous grin.

“If you fuck like that, I think I’ll let you forget about me more often.”

Silence. Shock.

And then a Mage Hand propelled pillow playfully shoved into Molly’s smiling face as they chuckled and settled, reluctant to pull free, and willing to accept the consequences later. Just happy to hold each other and whisper their ‘I love you’s before sleep took them.