Prophylaxis - 11. Chapter 11

see end of chapter for content/trigger warnings (don’t want to spoil it)

“Calm down, Mick.”

Takashi’s voice was strong and commanding, I responded to it immediately. My eyes were still wide but I stopped struggling. The much larger man had me pinned with my arms above my head. His braid spilled to a pool next to my head, strands tickling my cheek.

“He’ll be right back.” Takashi’s amber eyes bore into mine, distracting me.

Riley was sitting at the edge of the bed, quickly stripping off his shirt. Getting me to let him go enough so he could do so had been an embarrassing struggle. I clenched my teeth and tried to breathe slow. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Mr. Tsubaki?” Riley asked timidly, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxers.

Takashi nodded. “All of it, if you don’t mind.”

Riley didn’t seem to mind, those silky shorts were whipped off in a flash. I closed my eyes from the sight of his half-hard cock, so pretty with a rosy head. Fuck, I wanted him. I wanted to devour him, pull off his skin and wrap it around me. Jesus.

“The fuck,” I panted, “is this?”

Takashi looked to Riley, who had climbed onto the soft bed and was crawling toward us.

“I… It’s a torture. No one uses it anymore.” Riley said as he came nearer. “Maybe the dark court still does, but last I saw someone in this state was a fae who had crossed the queen.” His eyes darkened with the memory. “He’d refused her bed was the rumor. He was kept chained in one of the ballrooms, naked. No one was allowed to touch him, but everyone was expected to… to be demonstrative in front of him with our lovers, so he could see. He was kept gagged most of the time.” Riley’s eyes slid to the side and his brow furrowed. “It was like that for fifteen years. Sometimes the queen would touch him, only with gloves and only just lightly. Once I accidentally saw her teasing him.” Riley swallowed. “She was wearing gloves with something… something rough and sharp on the fingers and palms. She was touching him, he was begging her to touch him even with those gloves. He was bleeding from these scrapes everywhere. Even his… there, was bleeding.” Riley closed his eyes, Takashi’s touch the only thing keeping me from feeling Riley’s horror. “But he was still hard, still begging her to touch him. She would do it too and he would almost be able to come, even with the pain, but she would stop. Over and over she would bring him close with those awful gloves and then she’d stop.” Riley folded his arms around himself. “When she finally let him go it was as a punishment for another. She let him loose in a closed room with another fae who’d displeased her. We all were expected to watch through a pool she’d enchanted so we could see what happened. At first is wasn’t bad. He just hugged her and held her and cried. But then it was more, and she submitted to him but he still clawed her skin and forced her beneath him. He didn’t calm until he… until he found completion inside her. It took a while.”

Riley blew out a breath. “I think I set something off in you. Our kind, the court fae, we don’t get away from the Sithen much or for long. We tend to stay with our own. The lesser fae have spread out everywhere, but us, the Sidhe, we haven’t.”

Riley laid a hand to my cheek and I strained upward to press my skin to his.

“You didn’t know what you were missing and I think your glamour kept this suppressed. But glamour isn’t meant to hold this long. I think it’s cracking.” His green eyes seemed to glow. “I can feel it straining to hold, but it’s breaking.”

Riley pulled his hand back suddenly and I struggled under Takashi’s hold.

“It’s my fault.” Riley whispered. “It may have held forever if you hadn’t ever touched me.”

A growl rolled from Takashi’s throat, startling us both to stillness.

“Enough.” His voice was low and harsh. “This was bound to happen eventually. Better now than later, when he has no one there to help him. If you’re willing, if he has you will it break whatever’s affecting him?”

If I have him… what? I struggled to think clearly, but it was like my mind was filled with static.

“… have to tie him?” Takashi’s voice broke in and I tried to focus on what they were saying.

“I can take it.” Riley responded.

Takashi huffed. “That’s not what I asked. I won’t judge you if you like it rough, but this might just be a bit more rough than you’d prefer.”

Riley let out a little mewl. He sounded excited but frustrated. “Okay, yeah. I guess we should tie his hands at least. I’m supposed to dance in a few hours. I don’t know if I could heal as much damage as he could give me in time.”

Shit, they were talking about me. I thought of hurting Riley, sinking my fingers into his flesh. Beyond bruising, making him bleed. I wanted his flesh between my teeth, running my tongue against him then biting down. I wanted to hear him squeal as I wallowed against blood-slicked skin.

“Fuck!” I hissed, bucking under Takashi.

“Get me my black bag. It’s in the closet above my suits.” Takashi ordered then turned to me, catching me with amber eyes bleeding to red. “Mick, listen to me.” I gasped as his grip tightened on my wrists, the static in my head receded a little. “Listen, dammit. Riley thinks he can make this go away, but you’re going to have to have sex with him.”

My mind swirled at the thought of burying myself inside the flame-haired man, raking my nails down his back leaving ribbons of red. I started to hyperventilate.

“Shit.” Takashi snarled, pushing hard to keep me down. “Do you want that? If you don’t want me to let you do it, you have to tell me. Shake your head or something if you can’t talk. We can try something else if you don’t want him, but you have to tell me now. Nod if you understand.”

It took me a moment, but I was able to nod.

“Do you want me to let you fuck him?”

I groaned and nodded. “Yesssssssss.”

Something thudded onto the bed next to us as I heard Riley’s voice. “I found your bag.”

“Get me the green rope.” Takashi said, voice clipped.

I heard buckles clicking and then rustling noises. My head rolled to the side, bringing the small fae into my vision. He was rooting around in a large leather bag. It looked like an old-fashioned doctor’s bag only bigger, with two large straps hanging open off the lip. My eyes caught the contrast of Riley’s pale skin next to the dark comforter. My gaze shifted from calf to thigh, over his hip and up his side. Higher, I could see part of his chest and one dusky nipple. My mouth watered as a groan was pulled from me. I started to wriggle under Takashi. Brute force wouldn’t get him off me, maybe I could squirm loose. Just one hand, if I could get one hand free Riley was close enough to touch, to grab. I wiggled and twisted my hands and wrists as hard as I could, ignoring the pain. The bones in my wrists were grinding together under the manacle of Takashi’s inhuman strength. I felt the cut onn my wrist open, hot blood making Takashi’s grip slippery. Hope flared in me that I could get away.

“Hurry, Riley. He’s hurting himself.”

“Got it!” Riley chirped. “Wow, it’s soft.”

“And strong.” Takashi said. “Help me flip him.”

Takashi kept his iron grip on my wrists but shifted so he knelt beside me. He gave Riley a nod and the smaller man put his hands under my side and with surprising strength flipped me to my stomach without giving me time to move. Takashi allowed my arms to cross when I went over. Now he straddled me again, sitting on my ass. I fought him as he easily twisted my hands to the small of my back.

“Hold his arms still.” He ordered and I felt Riley’s sweet touch on my forearms, pushing them down into my back.

Takashi skillfully wrapped what felt like an intricate but frustratingly secure knot that held my wrists flat together.

“That should keep pressure on your cut, as well.” Takashi commented.

Being bound was strangely calming. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get out of the ropes, so there was no need to fight. I could twine my fingers together. I squeezed rhythmically, trying to settle the fuck down. I took deep breaths in through my nose and blew them slowly out my mouth.

“What now?” Riley asked.

“Now.” Takashi wrapped his fingers around my upper arms and slowly pulled me to my knees. “Now he fucks you, Riley.” Takashi fit the front of his body to my back, his voice a commanding growl. “And I’m going to help.”

Riley sucked in a breath. “Yes, sir.”

A growl rumbled in Takashi’s chest, vibrating against my back. His hand shot out, catching Riley by the hair. He yanked Riley forward so he fell against my chest, I soaked in his touch.

“Call me that again.” Takashi’s voice was fierce.

“S-sir.” Riley whimpered.

“Good boy.” Takashi purred, letting Riley go.

Riley slumped against my chest, I cursed my shirt keeping his soft skin from mine. I shook my head hard. No, that’s not right. The lights were on. Takashi had snuck my shirt off me, but Riley didn’t need to see all my scars. But the thought of his skin flush to mine with nothing between us throbbed in my skull.

The redhead nuzzled in close and echoed my thoughts. “I want your shirt off.”

“I… you don’t want to.” I stammered.

Riley pulled back and looked at me quizzically. “Yes, I do.” He said matter-of-factly.

“No… I… dammit.” I was fucking eloquent tonight.

Takashi hummed thoughtfully behind me. “We may have a problem, Riley.”

Riley stopped reaching for the bottom of my shirt to look at Takashi in question.

“I know it’s not an issue with most of the lesser fae, but I know the Sidhe sometimes have a problem with scars.” I stiffened in Takashi’s hold. He stroked my side soothingly.

“It’s pretty common in the court. It’s seen as weakness that you can’t heal yourself perfectly or are of such low rank you can’t afford to hire a healer.” Riley shrugged. “I always thought it was ridiculous and unfair. Some of our greatest warriors bear scars, yet there are those who wouldn’t bed them for that? Seems silly.” His eyes flared, the striations of green contrasting. “Some of those warriors were amazing in bed.”

“Mick has scars.” Takashi stated bluntly.

“Takashi!” I hissed angrily.

Riley’s head cocked and his mouth started to open.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” I snarled petulantly. I was going for adamant and proud, but I think I came off as more of a bratty kid.

Riley’s mouth snapped shut.

The conversation as well as the pain of my wrist was pulling me out of the strange haze I’d been stuck in. I wanted to touch and stroke Riley, but I didn’t want to yank his muscles out and wear them as a hat. I counted it as an improvement. It’s important to take joy in the little things.

Riley scooted close to me, unraveling my focus again. “Where are they?” He asked then tugged the hem of my shirt. “Under here? Let me see.”

I shook my head.

Riley rested his head on my shoulder, also touching Takashi who was so close behind me. The smaller man tickled his fingertips at the waistband of my shiny boxers, teasing the skin and making me suck in a breath.

“Please?” He crooned.

I felt myself nodding against my will. No, dammit. Fuck. Fucking fabulous. What the hell was going on today?

“How attached are you to this shirt?” Takashi purred.

“It makes people think I’m a prostitute.” I answered without thinking.

There was silence for a moment then he commented. “I’ll take that as ‘not very attached.”

Suddenly his fingers were in my hair, forming a tight fist. He pulled my head back until he could look down my body in one long line as I knelt there in front of him. He brought his fingers in front of my face and I saw his nails were now long and pointed and fuck they looked sharp.

“Don’t. Move.”

I would be still like a goddamn statue.

His free hand snaked under the hem of my hooker shirt all the way to the neck. My eyes strained down to see his clawed fingers, his other hand still tight in my hair pulling my head back. He paused for a moment, I felt him lean forward to nuzzle into my stretched throat. He licked a path from my shoulder to behind my ear.

“Mmm, so pretty.” He murmured. “So tasty.”

I felt sharp teeth high on my throat, pulling a gasp from me as he quickly drew his claws out and down. The fabric parted with a rough tearing noise and I felt cool air on my chest. He loosened his bite and licked the sharp ache soothingly as I panted. My head dropped forward as Takashi released me. He drew the palms of both hands down my chest. He didn’t pay extra attention to my scars or avoid them, he touched me like they weren’t there or maybe like they didn’t matter.

I was distracted from Takashi by Riley’s tentative finger on a very sensitive part of my anatomy. It had snuck through the front opening of my boxers and was full and pointing to the ceiling.

“Mmmm, Sir, he’s so hard.” Riley breathed, skimming his palm down my length making me pant. “I think he liked that. I know I did.”

Takashi’s fingers curved, instead of feeling the pads of fingers I felt sharp points skimming my skin. Riley and I moaned in unison. My shredded shirt slipped down my arms. Takashi’s grip left my hair and he used that hand to make quick work of removing my shirt. He flung it off the bed. It fluttered to the floor like a bird with a broken wing. Then his fingertips returned to trace my chest and belly. My eyes followed those dangerous points leaving faint red lines on my skin

“I could cut you so easily, pet.” Takashi purred in my ear. “I could shred your flesh and lap up the blood. I could carve beautiful designs into your skin then fuck you unconscious.”

I groaned and strained my hips into Riley’s hand. Jesus, this was kind of sick. Why would I like this? Why would the thrill of Takashi threatening to cut me open leave me hard and slick with precum? I’d been hurt in similar ways before, it hadn’t been sexy. It hadn’t been fun. It’d been awful.

My mind was too fuzzy with arousal and need for Riley’s touch to get psychoanalytical. I pushed down that tickle of unease that told me what I was doing was wrong and let myself enjoy the hand on my cock and the claws at my throat.

A mewl from in front of me drew my attention. Riley’s eyes were wide, pupils blown, as his gaze followed Takashi’s sharp touch. Riley leaned his body closer until his chest bumped the back of Takashi’s hand. I felt a sharp sting and knew he’d drawn blood.

“Tch, wicked boy.” Takashi growled. “You made me prick his pretty flesh.”

Riley whimpered.

“Are you jealous then?” Takashi asked, reaching out with the claws that had cut me. He scraped them down Riley’s chest, smearing my blood against his skin.

“Pl-please.” Riley stuttered.

Takashi shifted his hand and Riley yelped but didn’t pull away. A tiny trickle of blood mixed with mine on his pale skin.

“Please, what?” Takashi’s voice was hard and cold.

“S-sir. Please, sir.”

“I think you need to be punished, little fae. But I think you wouldn’t protest too much.” Takashi’s claws pulled back slightly to drag against our chests without drawing blood. “I remember when you assisted me with that performance at the club. How you reacted to being tied. How your pretty cock got so hard when I used the crop on you.”

I moaned as Riley began to stroke me. I wished my hands were free so I could touch him, but I still didn’t quite trust myself not to hurt him. Although, apparently he wouldn’t have minded too much.

“Did you have to go find a quiet place to jerk off, Riley?”

Riley’s breathing was ragged. “Sir… Yes. I… I imagined it was you, that you were… doing things to me as I came.”

“Wicked boy.” I could hear the smile in Takashi’s voice. “How do I punish such a cute little masochist?” He drew his claws back from us. I watched in wonder as, faster than I could blink, they lost their point and were just human fingertips again.

“I think I’ll make you give pleasure rather than take it.” Takashi’s voice was quiet but stern. “We’ve made poor Mick very excited, but given him little relief.”

I was torn between joy and nervousness at becoming the center of attention.

“Give him some bliss, little fae.” His tone dripped with wickedness. “You aren’t allowed to use your hands.”

Riley’s head dropped immediately, startling me. His lips found the head and engulfed it then slid all the way to my base without pausing. It was too much too fast. I let out a choked scream as he began to suck, the tip of my cock rubbing in his throat.

“Tch, let’s not give him an aneurysm.” Takashi scolded.

The larger man’s arm twined around me to get a grip in Riley’s fiery locks.

“Now,” Takashi growled as he pulled Riley’s sucking mouth up my shaft, “follow direction,” Riley’s lips released the head with a pop, “like a good boy.”

I looked down at the fae before me. His lips glistened with saliva and his eyes were worshiping as they flitted between me and the man behind me. I hadn’t done enough to deserve that look.

“Yes, sir.” He panted.

“Now get back on that cock.” Takashi snapped, forcing Riley’s head back down.

Takashi steered Riley’s every movement as he licked, slurped, and sucked me. Riley’s lack of gag reflex was impressive, but Takashi pushed him hard. He forced Riley’s head up and down fast and hard, Riley licking and sucking desperately. He pushed my cock down his throat then held him there until Riley began to struggle, desperate for air. Riley kept trying to lick and suck, even as his lungs burned. Takashi released him, gasping but eager to keep his mouth on me. He sucked ragged breaths through his nose. When I got too close to coming Takashi yanked Riley up. His face was close to mine, his lips rosy and swollen from use. I leaned into him, consumed with the need to taste and feel, but Takashi held me back.

“Think you can keep from taking a bite out of him if I let him kiss you, pet?”

It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. I tried to think. Earlier I knew I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself, but I was feeling less out of control if not less excited and aroused.

“I won’t bite him.”

Riley’s mew of dissatisfaction drew my attention.

“Well, unless he wants me to.” I amended.

Takashi’s chuckle vibrated against my back. “Is he right, little fae? Do you want to be bitten?”

Riley’s eyes looked a little scared but he nodded.

“Hmm, were you disappointed when I tied his hands?” Takashi purred while guiding Riley’s face close to mine by the grip in the smaller man’s hair.

I tipped my head forward and tasted his skin. His cheek was so smooth, like he’d never needed to shave,

“Did you want Mick to come at you with teeth and nails to make you bleed?” Takashi continued calmly.

I kissed his jaw then nibbled, my heartbeat quickening as his breaths gusted faster.

“Did you want him to ravage you? Take control and use you for his pleasure?” Takashi’s voice growled low. “Fuck you until you screamed for mercy?”

Takashi pulled him closer, that fair chest flush with mine. I had a moment’s thought that his fair perfection shouldn’t be touching my tainted scars, but I shoved it down as I tipped my head to kiss his throat.

“Sir, M-Mick, please.” Riley whimpered.

“I think you’re going to have to call in sick to work, little fae.” Takashi warned.

I found Riley’s pulse and rubbed my tongue against it.

“Don’t worry. I’ll write you a note.” Takashi said with a dark chuckle. “Mick?”

“Hmmmm?” I was lost in the feel of soft skin against my tongue, rubbing my lips, scraped by my teeth.

“If you want to, you should bite him.” Takashi whispered in my ear. “Hard.”

Did I want to? I opened wider and tested the feeling of my teeth against his flesh without biting. Riley made a needy noise and pushed his hips forward.

Fuck, he really did want me to bite him.

I rocked my own hips forward, aligning his dick next to mine. I sucked his throat until I’m sure he had a hickey that would have made a fifteen year-old proud. Takashi held him still for me, though the fae tried to move closer to me. I think he was trying to push my teeth into him, like he could make me bite him.

The taste of him was drugging, I wondered if I could bite him hard enough to draw blood, hard enough to tear a piece off him. And then I was lost, my jaw tightening and teeth digging in cruelly as my hips rolled forward to trap our cocks between us. Riley cried out, his hands coming up to my shoulders, but he didn’t push me away like I expected him to. My grip wasn’t right somehow, so I released him with a gasp from me and a whimper from him. I licked the indentations my teeth had left, not quite enough to break the skin. I followed his throat lower, to where it met his shoulder. This place was meatier with muscle. I sucked his skin and nibbled. I opened further and pushed forward, forcing flesh into my mouth. I bit down again, it was better this time. Riley’s keening cry made me bite deeper even as he rolled his hips against me and then away. The sides of our shafts rubbing together before being thrust back to grind into our bellies.

I fell into a haze of tasting and biting, thrusting and grinding. I came back to myself with Takashi’s fist in my hair and fingers digging into my jaw as Riley wailed.

“Enough!” Takashi roared.

I tasted blood filling my mouth and released the grip of my teeth with a gasp. I choked as some of the hot coppery liquid went down my throat. I spat the rest out, turning my head to rub my mouth on my shoulder, trying to get the blood off my lips and tongue.

Riley fell back, gasping on the bed. His throat, shoulders, and chest were littered with the distinctive half-moon marks of teeth. Most were mine, a few looked neater with more punctures and fewer bruises. They must have been Takashi’s. Many of the bites were trickling blood, all were bruising. One was torn and ugly-looking. That must have been when Takashi stopped me. I was suddenly very glad for Takashi’s presence.

“You alright, little fae?” Takashi asked, keeping a tight hold on me.

Riley rolled languidly to one side. “Oh, yeah, sir.” He looked up at us with wonder. “That was amazing.”

I saw Takashi’s grin from the corner of my eye.

“Cute little masochist.” Takashi purred. “Now, you just reach into that little drawer there and grab the slick for me.”

Riley rolled away from us with a happy sigh and fumbled with the drawer knob.

I felt Takashi’s lips at my ear and his hand circled my cock. “You ready to fuck that hot little ass? Spear him deep and feel him tight around you?”

I groaned and arched, laying my head back on his shoulder and thrusting into his fist. He let my shaft go, replaced by a smaller hand slicked with lube. I rolled my head forward to see Riley rub the remaining lube deep into the crack of his ass. He turned on hands and knees, backing up to me. Later I would think about condoms and safe sex. Now I was consumed with need. He paused, seeming to savor the moment, as the blunt head of my cock found his hole.

“Not going to stretch yourself, little fae?” Takashi asked. “Mick isn’t gigantic, but he’s hardly small. Will you even be able to get him inside you?”

Riley rolled his hips sinuously, rubbing my cockhead against his asshole. “I want to feel it.” He said with a groan. “I want the stretch and burn, that stinging fullness.”

He reached back to grab my shaft, holding me steady as he pushed himself backwards. I felt the very tip of me breach him. I sucked in a breath and moaned. Fuck.

“I want to fight to get that fat tip just inside.” He panted as he widened his stance and pushed back harder. “Feel that fear that he’ll tear me.” His voice was soft and breathless as he forced my cockhead into that ring of muscle. “Feel… like… you’ll rip me…” he panted. “In half.”

With a surge he rolled his hips back hard and the rounded head rammed past his entrance. Riley let out a little squeal of pain as I moaned loudly. Fuck he was so goddamned tight, it almost hurt. I was not fucking complaining, though, and I definitely wasn’t going to tell him to stop. He wriggled back slowly, driving me deeper. I clenched my teeth and leaned my head back against Takashi, fighting the desperate urge to thrust. I felt Takashi’s strong arms come around me.

Suddenly, I was embedded balls-deep in warm tight keening fae. I looked down to see Takashi’s fingers digging into Riley’s hips, holding him flush to me.

“Mmm, better to jump in all at once, eh?” Takashi chuckled. “Tear the bandage off quickly, so to speak.”

“Fuck.” I groaned.

“Yes.” Takashi agreed pushing Riley’s hips forward, then yanking him back again.

I moaned, caught between Riley’s hot tight ass and the man behind me, Takashi’s cock like a hot iron bar against my back. But Riley, fuck, Riley was bliss. I don’t know if it was my burning need for the touch of a fae or if his ass honestly was that amazing. I didn’t fucking care. He surrounded and squeezed me, wringing me with every yank and pull by Takashi. I thrust forward with a groan, my hips slapping his ass.

“No, no, Mick.” Takashi purred, his grip shifting to still my hips. “I want to drive.”

I groaned in frustration.

Takashi shushed me, one hand releasing me while his other fingers massaged my hip. “Don’t fret, my pet.” His free hand found my ass, lube slick on his fingers. “I’m happy to help.”

Two fingers breached me roughly and I sucked a breath through my teeth. It had only been a few hours, so luckily he stretched me easily. He wasn’t waiting. A few minutes and another finger then his thick hard cock was bumping my entrance. In the meantime Riley had become impatient. Apparently Takashi didn’t mind Riley moving his hips, because holy fuck could Riley move his hips. Shakira could take lessons.

He pushed up from his elbows to hands and knees. His back curved into a deep arch then pulled back up, bringing his hips with it. He rolled my cock in and out of him, gasping and moaning when he hit a sweet spot inside himself. He clenched and unclenched his muscles as he gyrated, leaving me twitching and cursing Takashi’s punishing grip on my hip.

Then Takashi slipped inside me.

“Ah, fuck!” I cried, bound hands clenching into fists.

My mind sparked wildly, torn between sensations. Riley’s ass rolled and twisted in front of me, Takashi filling me deeply from behind. Takashi pulled back, his cockhead dragging deliciously inside me. He pressed back in slowly, like he was testing the feeling. He felt amazing but the man in front of me was the one I wanted pressed against me. I needed his sweat-dampened skin sticking to mine. I tried to lean forward, needing to feel him, but a hand on my shoulder held me back.

“Please.” I whimpered.

“Up, Riley.” Takashi said while thrusting inside me.

Riley pushed back so his ass was flush with my hips. He pushed up, arching to keep me buried inside him. Then his back was against my chest and I nearly sobbed it felt so good, so right.

“Stay against him, little fae.”

Riley nodded and brought his hands back to steady himself on my thighs. He kept his upper back pressed against me. I don’t know what he was doing below that, but his ass snapped forward and back or rolled in a circle. His head fell against my shoulder and I saw his face. Fuck he was beautiful and unearthly with that fair skin flushed and rosy lips parted as he panted and moaned. I didn’t think I could feel more euphoric, then Takashi started to move.

He timed his thrusts with Riley’s sinuous rolls. I moaned and strained against the ropes binding me. Takashi widened his stance, changing his angle slightly and I saw stars as he pounded my sweet spot.

“Fuck yes.” He growled.

Then his hands shifted from my hips to Riley’s, stilling him. Riley and I both whined in protest.

“Come on.” Takashi purred in my ear. “Let’s fuck him, pet. I’ll help.”

Takashi slammed his hips forward. He didn’t stop when he was buried inside me, driving me forward to thrust me hard and rough inside Riley. His grip on the smaller man’s hips forcing him to take it all. Takashi drew back and I went with him. He snapped forward again, making Riley take me deep. Takashi took up a punishing rhythm, pistoning his hips and carrying me with him. I was along for the ride, but shit what a ride it was. My head fell back to be supported by Takashi as Riley’s was laid against me. My stamina was increased because of my playtime with Takashi earlier, even so my balls were drawing up and I was getting close.

“Unn, Sir!” Riley gasped. “Please, may I come?”

Seemed I wasn’t the only one.

“Touch yourself, little one.” Takashi growled, thrusts not slowed.

“Ah!” Riley cried out. Releasing his hold on my thighs to grip his cock in both hands. “Thank you, sir!”

“I’m not…” I grunted breathlessly. “…asking permission.”

Takashi’s smooth laughter filled the room. “Very well, my two sweet fae, let’s jump off the cliff together.”

His thrusts increased to inhuman swiftness, his grip on Riley yanking him hard onto my throbbing cock then pushing him away.

“Close.” Riley whispered desperately.

“Yes.” I echoed raggedly.

“Come for me.” Takashi commanded.

Another time, or with someone else, the command would have felt silly. With Takashi it was just… right. And it pushed me over the edge to drown in sensation as I shot hard into Riley’s clenching ass. Riley was keening, muscles rigid. I heard Takashi’s growl followed by a rough roar that nearly deafened me.

Then I was falling. I landed with a grunt on top of Riley. I would have rolled off him, but I had a very heavy Takashi on top of me. It was fine. I didn’t think I could move anyway. Hell, even breathing was difficult. After a few moments of the bigger man panting in my ear and his braid tickling my nose, he rolled to the side. He immediately released my hands with a few quick tugs on the rope, but I couldn’t find the energy or will to move them from behind me.

The man under me wriggled, reminding me of his presence. I rolled, as Takashi had, somehow finding the strength to bring my arms back in front of me. Riley released a long languid sigh and scooted back. Takashi moved closer and we were like three spoons cuddled together. Takashi wrapped his arm over the both of us and nuzzled behind my ear. We lay there like that for a long while, gently touching each other and making little sounds of contentment.

Takashi finally spoke. “How do you feel, Mick?”

“Mmmm.” I stroked Takashi’s arm down to Riley’s side. “Amazing.”

His chuckle tickled my ear, making me squirm.

“Very good, but I meant has the touch-need passed?”

I sighed, wanting nothing more than to cuddle between them, but knowing this was important. I hesitantly tried to pull my arms away from Riley. I could, though Riley made a dissatisfied noise, not unlike a grumpy kitten, and pressed tighter to me. I held my arm away from him long enough to show I could, then hugged him again. There was something deeply satisfying about the feel of the man in my arms, his skin against mine. Was this what it was to need another fae?

“Excellent.” Takashi murmured and tugged a blanket over the three of us. He leaned up, flicking a switch above the headboard and dousing the lights. I closed my eyes and let myself drift. Tomorrow would come and I’d have to go home, but right now was a calming bliss like I’d never known before. Riley’s touch fulfilling a need I didn’t know I’d had. Takashi’s touch cooling my empathy and allowing me to be alone in my mind.

I let out a deep contented sigh and felt myself relax. I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face.

*content/trigger warnings: BDSM, blood, biting, kinky fuckery

Thanks to Maddam Redder for proofreading help while I was drunk.