21. Xander

21

Xander

By the time I’m settled on the sofa, Bjorn is back with four different hairbrushes. “This one’s mine.” He holds up a basic hairbrush with a glossy wooden handle and dark boar bristles. “These others were still in Astrid’s room. I wasn’t sure which kind of brush you like, so I brought all the options I have.” He also has two hair clips and several sizes of elastics in his other hand. “I texted her, and she said it was fine to use whatever we want.” I raise an eyebrow at the array of hair accessories and he shrugs. “This stuff’s here in case she wants any of it after she swims.”

He holds them out for me, and I pick the boar bristle brush. “You don’t mind?”

“Pfft. Do I mind you using my brush? Or do I mind taking care of you? No to both. Seriously? Do you know me at all? It’s what I do. It’s my love language.” His wide eyes dart to mine, like he’s realized what he’s said and is afraid of my reaction. If he’s expecting panic or fear, he’s looking at the wrong guy.

A lovely warmth fills my chest as I hand him the brush. “Yes. I know. It’s one of my very favorite things about you.” His answering blush is incredibly endearing. He sets the other brushes and hair accessories aside, then guides me until my back is against the sofa cushions and he’s behind me on the other side of the couch. With the utmost gentleness, he pulls the brush through my hair. I close my eyes, enjoying the gentle tug as the bristles clear a few knots. “Do you think maybe my love language is letting you take care of me?”

The brush slows a bit before Bjorn gently pulls it the rest of the way through the strands. “Oh. Well, if so, that works out nicely.”

“Mmm.” The slow stroke of the bristles and accompanying tug on my head quickly put me into what my stylist calls ‘the hair stupor.’ I’m fully aware of what’s happening around me, but I’m so relaxed that my eyes drift closed and talking is an effort. Thankfully, Bjorn continues to brush but doesn’t press for conversation.

Some indeterminate time later, Kaino gently squeezes my shoulder, and their warm breath tickles my ear. “Ready for your bath?”

I force my eyes open and slowly stretch, feeling very much like I’ve been meditating. “Mmm. That sounds wonderful.” Bjorn walks around the couch and offers me his hands, pulling me up and steadying me when I stumble a bit. God, I already feel so much better. “You’re magic with that hairbrush.” For such a big man, he really is very gentle. I lean in and press a soft, lingering kiss against his lips. “Thank you. I honestly can’t remember the last time someone did that for me, and it felt amazing.”

He caresses my cheek. “Then I’ll have to make sure we do that again.”

“Yes please.”

Kaino takes my hand and gently tugs me toward the hall. “Come along. Time for bubbles.”

“Oh, you found some?” I blink and concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other until my equilibrium is back. By the time we reach the stairs, I’m fully capable of managing the ascent, but Kaino doesn’t let go of my hand, and I’m in no hurry to change that.

Bjorn’s voice comes from behind us. “Astrid had some in her bathroom.”

One of the benefits of having siblings, I suppose. “Seems like I’ll have to thank her next time I see her.”

“You can thank her on Sunday. She’s looking forward to seeing you again and says she hopes you feel better.”

I glance over my shoulder, slightly worried about what she knows. Bjorn waves his hand. “I just told her you had a rough day at work and needed a little pampering.”

Relief washes through me. “Thank you. Hearing I’ve had an emotional meltdown isn’t exactly how I want to reintroduce myself to her.”

“I gotcha covered, Doc.”

When we walk into the bathroom, I do a double take. The space looks completely transformed. The flames from at least forty small tea lights reflect in the mirror, bathing everything in an intimate, romantic glow. The spicy scent of the bubble bath and the steaming mounds of bubbles beckon, and I moan. “Oh my god, this is perfect.” I turn to Kaino. “Thank you. So much. Is it okay to kiss you?”

“You’re welcome. And yes. You can kiss me.” They look between me and Bjorn. “No need to ask about kissing anymore.”

Pulling them toward me, I gently press my lips to theirs. “Thank you, again. This is so sweet.”

“I enjoy doing things for you.” They smirk. “When you aren’t being a brat.”

Another night might have me playing up an attitude, purely to see how far I could push them or what my punishment might be. Right now, I’m too tired for that kind of playing. “Well, no worries there tonight. I’m feeling grateful and appreciate everything you’ve both done for me.” I turn and reach for Bjorn’s hand. “You’ve both made a horrible day into something lovely. Thank you.”

Bjorn brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “Well, it’s not done yet. You still have a lovely bath to enjoy.”

Dropping their hands, I unbutton my shirt, disrobing as quickly as I can. Bjorn picks up my discarded clothes and drapes them over his arm, still fully dressed. “You’re joining me, right?”

He frowns. “This is supposed to be your relaxing time.”

I snort. “What’s more relaxing than lounging in a bubble bath with two sexy people? Plus, I completely plan to use your broad chest as a bath pillow.”

With a deep chuckle, Bjorn pulls his T-shirt over his head. “I’m game.”

I sigh and don’t even try to hide how much I’m enjoying the view of his muscular torso and bulging arms. “You are so gorgeous.” I reach out and brush my fingertips through the thick, dark hair on his chest.

The clinking of glass on granite pulls my attention away from the tantalizing view. Kaino sets three wine glasses on the vanity and raises an eyebrow at Bjorn. “I obviously missed something while I went for the wine.”

“Xander wants us to join him.”

Kaino looks to me for confirmation, and I nod. “I’ll be lonely without you both.” I try on a small pout to gauge their reaction. They snort, fully aware of what I’m doing, but they give in anyway. “Fine.” In direct contrast to how quickly I undressed, Kaino takes off their shirt at a normal pace,neatly folding it before setting it out of the way. Then they move on to their pants. By the time they’re naked, Bjorn and I are already in the bath.

Bjorn sits directly across from me in the huge oval tub, the water coming up to our chests. I sink lower until I’m submerged up to my chin, then lean back against the edge of the tub and rest my feet in Bjorn’s lap. He slowly presses his thumb into my arch, and I groan, enjoying the gentle massage as the heat from the water soaks into my tired muscles and bones. “God, this is wonderful.”

Kaino leans close, their smooth voice murmuring in my ear. “Wet your hair. I’ll wash it for you.”

God, that sounds lovely. “Really?”

“Really. Unless you’d prefer I don’t.”

I duck under the water, reemerging with my hair drenched in no time. “I definitely prefer you do . Please and thank you.” Handing over the shampoo, I spin around putting my back to them against the long edge of the tub. “Not that I hope for bad days at work, but I have to admit, if this is how you both plan to handle them, I’m very much in favor.” Kaino’s deep chuckle sends tendrils of warmth and affection straight to my heart.

“That’s kind of the point of being in a relationship, right? We take care of each other.” Kaino leans forward and kisses my wet shoulder. The gesture is sweet and I have to swallow a few times to clear the lump in my throat. “And it’s our turn to take care of you.”

Slender but strong fingers slip into my hair, and I groan, closing my eyes. “Fuuuuck, that feels good.” Kaino works the shampoo through the long strands, making it more of a scalp massage than just a shampoo and rinse, and I’m here for it. Bjorn continues to press his thumbs into my arches, eliciting another groan from me. We fall into silence, the only sounds in the room coming from the lathering of suds in my hair and the slight lapping of the water against the sides of the tub as Born moves to my hands, massaging away all the sore spots in my palms and fingers.

“Alright, Kit, rinse.”

With a wistful thought for the loss of the bubbles, I lean back, putting my soapy hair into the water, and help Kaino rinse out the shampoo. “Does this mean you’ll get in now?”

“Yes, I’ll get in.” Their voice is muffled through the water, but even upside down, I can read the yes on their lips.

“Good. Come here.” I sit up carefully so I don’t slosh water over the edge and move in front of Bjorn, slotting myself between his legs so I can lean back against his broad chest. I look back at him. “This okay?”

He kisses my cheek and wraps his big arms around me. “Having you this close is always okay. Having you naked and wet is just a bonus.”

Kaino carefully passes us our wine glasses. I use mine to gesture to the other end of the oval tub. “Sit where I was. That way we’ll all fit comfortably.” I take a sip of my wine as they step into the tub with their own glass in hand. “This is perfect. Thank you both. Really. You remind me what’s important, and it isn’t a job.” Frowning, I consider my options. “It would be awful to have to start again elsewhere. But I suppose I could.”

“Babe, please don’t leave the area.” Bjorn nuzzles into my wet hair and squeezes me tighter. “We just found you again.”

“Yes, please. Don’t look outside of Seattle.” Kaino rests a hand on my shin and squeezes gently.

Just the thought makes my stomach ache. “No, I don’t think I could. Not now. But that means I have to figure out how to undo any damage Koontz might do, or has already done, to me with the provost.”

“We can think about that later.” Bjorn takes the wine from my hand and sets it on the ledge next to his, then nuzzles into my neck. “We’re here to make you forget all that.” His big hands slide down my torso and under my thighs, hauling me up to sit in his lap, my legs settling on the outsides of his. “And I know some pretty good distraction techniques.”

Bjorn hooks his feet inside my ankles and spreads his legs, forcing mine even further apart. His thickening cock nestles into the crease of my ass, and I moan, hoping I know where this is going. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

“I was thinking I’d start by stroking your gorgeous cock.” His hand wraps around me, giving my dick a few gentle pulls. Groaning, I try to thrust, but the water and the angle of my body don’t give me much leverage. “Settle, baby. Let us take care of you.”

Oh, yes. That sounds promising. “Us?”

“Mhmm. You don’t think we’d exclude Kaino, do you?” Bjorn turns his head to Kaino. “We just need to know how they want to participate. Watch or touch?”

Kaino’s arm moves up and down in the water, sending ripples across the remaining surface bubbles. “I think I’d like to touch.”

Lust slams into me, and I shiver with excitement. “Yes, please.”

“Alright, Doc, here’s the plan.” Bjorn strokes my now-stiff cock in a slow rhythm. “God, you’re so excited already, and you don’t even know what we’re going to do to you.”

“I don’t care. Yes. Whatever it is. As long as it’s with you both, and I get to come.”

Kaino’s eyes blaze, and their grin is wicked. “Be careful, Kit. Sometimes wishes come true in unexpected ways.”

Well, isn’t that sobering. But it’s also hot as hell. “Fair. No pain, no humiliation.”

“And your safeword?”

I blink. “Am I going to need it?”

Kaino shrugs. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Manderley.”

Kaino scoots forward in the tub and strokes my cheek. “Good boy.” Their hand trails down my throat, between my pecs, and under the water to join Bjorn’s around my cock.

They stroke me in tandem, their mutual grip just tight enough to squeeze but still stroke me perfectly. “Fuck, yes.” Though I can’t make out details through the remaining bubbles and dim lighting, I can imagine how it looks. Add in how absolutely fantastic it feels, and I quickly melt into a needy, whimpering mess. I continue to rock my hips, trying to thrust into their fists. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

“So bossy.” Bjorn nips at my ear, and I thrust harder. Or I would, if Bjorn didn’t have me practically pinned in place. Surprisingly, I don’t mind. “Fuck, you’re so eager. Aren’t you, baby?” I whine again. “I like that.” His hips roll under me, rocking his now-hard cock deeper into my crease. “We’re gonna tease you for a little bit. Stroke your cock. Tweak your nipples.”

He pinches one between his fingers and tugs gently, sending a burst of sharp pleasure directly to my cock. “Fuck, yes. Again.” Bjorn ignores my request, and I whine.

“We’ll tug on your balls.” Kaino strokes their fingertips along my sack, caressing the sensitive skin before wrapping their hand around it and pulling gently. The pressure is light at first, barely noticeable. But they gradually increase the tension, and I groan, small involuntary tremors contracting the muscles of my ass and abdomen, making my cock jump. “I think he likes that.”

Kaino releases their grip and begins stroking me again. “He’ll be a good boy for us. Won’t you Kit?”

I nod quickly. “Yes. Please. That feels good.” Their fingers drift backward, circling around my hole, and I whine again, spreading my legs wider. “Please.”

“Good boy.” Kaino smirks. “He’s being very polite.”

Bjorn nips at my ear. “You are being very polite, baby.”

A shiver rolls through me. “Tell me more. Please. What else will you do?” I don’t care if I sound obsequious. I love every moment of what they’re doing to me, and I’ll willingly beg if it gets me more of this attention.

Kaino taps at my hole with a finger, and I shiver. Bjorn must guess what happened because his thrusts become a bit erratic. Or maybe Kaino’s other fingers are stroking Bjorn’s balls while just the one teases me. Damn, the thought of Kaino pleasuring both of us at the same time lights me up, and I’m desperate for more. “Kaino, please.”

Bjorn chuckles wickedly. “I think his imagination is doing all the teasing for us.” The hand stroking my cock picks up speed, and so do Bjorn’s thrusts. “I want inside you. I want to feel your tight ass hug my cock as I thrust into you.”

My brain helpfully provides a clear picture of Bjorn buried balls deep in my ass, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again. My cock throbs as the fantasy image is burned into my lust-addled brain, and all the blood in my body rushes south. “Yes! Oh, god. Yes, please.”

“Kaino, what do you think?”

Kaino’s fingers alternate between circling my hole and lightly tapping against it. “Mmm. I think I want to suck him while he rides you.” Christ on a cracker, they’re going to kill me with this teasing. Kaino’s eyes take on a mischievous gleam. “Stroke your balls, Xander. Feel how heavy they are.” Bjorn groans into my neck, obviously liking that image. Kaino gently presses a fingertip against my pucker, and I relax, willing the tip to slip inside. “Maybe I’ll finger fuck you while you fuck yourself on Bjorn.”

With a groan so loud the neighbors surely hear, Bjorn surges to his feet, hauling me out of the water with him. The water sloshes violently, threatening to overflow onto the floor, and I try not to flail in panic. “Christ, Bjorn, your side!”

“It’s fine. On the bed. Now.” I’m not sure who that’s directed at. Maybe all of us? Regardless, Bjorn does seem fine, and I’m utterly on board with the bed plan. He carefully sets me on the bathroom floor, making sure I’m steady on my feet before letting go to reach for towels. He tosses one to each of us, and I cursorily dry off before lobbing my damp towel onto the vanity and dashing into the bedroom to fling myself into the middle of the bed. “Ready.” Murmurs come from the bathroom, too quiet for me to make out actual words, followed by Bjorn’s deep chuckle. I voice my displeasure at the delay. “Feeling left out, over here. Less talking, more fucking, please.”

Bjorn exits the bathroom, tossing his damp towel at my head. “Cheeky little shit.”

I bat it to the floor, not caring that it’s damp, seeing as Bjorn didn’t care if it landed on the bed. “Yes, four cheeks, in fact. Two of which are feeling highly neglected.” I roll over and present my neglected cheeks. “See?” I look over my shoulder at him in what I hope is a sexy, come-here-and-fuck-me-now look. As if summoned, Kaino leaves the bathroom and heads straight for Bjorn’s towel. They raise an eyebrow at me as they snatch it from the floor and carry it into the bathroom. “Kaino, the towel can wait.”

Their voice echoes off the tile. “And you can’t. Is that it?”

When they reappear, I shake my head, reaching for Bjorn, who has crawled up the mattress to flop down next to me. “No. I can’t.” There’s no point in denying what they both already know. I’m a needy thing, and I must have them both. Now. The look that passes between them is unnerving in the best way, and I squirm. Hoping to play to the indulgent part of their nature, I drop my chin and stick out my lower lip a little. “Please?”

Bjorn leans across me and snatches the bottle of lube from the side table. “Doc.” The seriousness of his tone has my attention, and I meet his eyes. “Condom?”

For a long moment, I consider, then slowly shake my head. “No. We don’t need it.” Bjorn’s answering smile is huge. He squirts a significant amount of lube into his hand and strokes it over his cock. “Come here, baby.” As I pull up onto my knees, Bjorn props himself against the headboard and loops an arm around my waist, hauling me against his chest, my thighs straddling his, so he can slide his lubed hand between my cheeks to stroke over my hole. I slip my fingers into his short hair and moan against his lips, teasing them with my tongue before he opens and takes over the kiss. I’m so distracted by the sensual caress of his tongue against mine that I forget everything else.

Until he slides a thick finger inside me, and my body lights up with pleasure. “Fuck.” Moaning the word against his lips, I squeeze my eyes shut and press back against his hand.

He tightens his arm around me, pinning me to his chest. “Stop. You’re not in charge right now.” Recalling the murmured conversation he had with Kaino in the bathroom, I glance over my shoulder at them. They’re watching us intently, eyes fixated on Bjorn’s finger sliding in and out of my ass. The lust in their eyes electrifies all my nerves. The hunger there makes me ache for more. I love that they’re watching us. I lean forward a bit, giving them a clearer view, wanting to show off. Bjorn’s voice rumbles in my ear. “You like when Kaino watches us.” It’s not a question. “You like showing them your pretty, pink hole. The way it pulls my finger deeper, greedy for more.” I try to rub my cock against Bjorn’s torso, but he’s holding me in place. “Fuck, baby, you’re leaking all over me. That’s so fucking hot.”

“Bjorn.”

“Hush. We’re in no hurry.” He nips at my jaw, and I glare at him.

“We most certainly are.” I try to wriggle in his arms, needing to thrust back against his hand, desperate to rub my cock against something. Anything at this point. When bossy doesn’t get me what I want, I switch tactics. “Please?” I brush the tip of my nose against his. “I need you. I need you deep inside me, fucking me so perfectly.” I brush my mouth over his slightly parted lips. “I remember what that fat cock feels like buried deep inside me, and I need it. I need you. Please.”

With a groan, Bjorn slips his finger free and spins me around, pulling me back against his chest as his cock returns to the cleft of my ass. “This what you need, baby? You need my cock?” I nod and stifle a whimper. “You want it buried deep in you?” I nod vigorously, but Bjorn’s having none of that. “Tell me, Xander. Let me hear you.” He thrusts his cock between my cheeks, rubbing over my hole. “Do you want this?”

“Yes. Yes, I want your cock. I want it so much.” My voice is almost frantic, and I don’t care.

Kaino crawls onto the bed and kneels between our legs. “Such a good boy for us.” They trail their hands up my thighs. “So needy.” I moan as Kaino’s fingers stroke up the length of my cock. They glance past me to Bjorn. “I think he’s ready.”

Without warning, Bjorn lifts me up and tilts his hips, adjusting the angle so when he lowers me, the head of his cock catches on the rim of my hole. Whimpering, I put my feet flat on the bed and squat over him so our bodies align. Then he pulls me down as his hips thrust up, and he slides inside me. I gasp as my body stretches around him, trying to accommodate his girth, but there’s no pain. Just the delicious feeling of being stretched almost, but not quite, uncomfortably, completely filled, the ache absolutely perfect. My descent is controlled, Bjorn helping support my weight until his pelvis is pressed against my ass. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good.”

His arms tighten around me, and he nuzzles my ear. “Not too much?”

I shake my head. “No. It’s perfect.”

“You take me like a champ.”

I laugh, imagining the drawer of toys I have at home. “Just because I haven’t been with anyone in a while, doesn’t mean I haven’t bottomed.”

It takes him a minute, but then his dirty chuckle tickles my ear. “That so?” He rocks up into me. “Does that mean you’re ready for me to fuck you until you see stars?”

Moaning, I nod quickly. “Yes. Yes, please.”

He grips my thighs tighter. “Then hold on, baby. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

“That’s my favor—” The rest of my words are swallowed by my gasp as Bjorn snaps his hips against me, thrusting deep. “Oh fuck, ye—” He slams into me again, stealing what little breath I have. “God, Bjorn, that’s—” His next thrust knocks the wind out of me, and I fall back against him, gasping for air. “God dammit, Bjorn, stop teasing and fuck me already!” That must be the signal he’s waiting for, because I barely say the words before his infuriatingly slow rhythm becomes a barrage of jackhammer thrusts, and my only option is to lace my fingers behind his neck and hold on until he runs out of steam.

He’s relentless, pounding into me again and again, stretching me wide. And I love every moment of it, my cock dribbling precum like a leaky faucet. I want to stroke myself, but can’t let go of Bjorn for fear he’ll bounce me off the bed with his thrusts. When his hips finally slow, my entire body is tingling from the repeated impact. I truly can’t remember a time when I’ve been so thoroughly fucked. Bjorn drops back against the headboard, his arm tightening around my waist as he repositions himself. “That what you had in mind, baby?”

“Not quite, but only because I had no idea you could do that.” Then I remember his side and twist myself around to look at him. “How’s your injury? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

He strokes my cheek, and the lust and smugness in his eyes are replaced with so much affection that my heart clenches in my chest. “No, babe, I’m fine.”

Carefully, and with more agility than I knew I had, I turn around to face him. I’m not completely sure I believe him, but there’s no point in arguing the point while he’s balls deep in my ass. “I don’t ever want you to hurt because of me.” He holds my gaze for a long moment, and it’s so full of affection, so open. I never want him to look at me any other way. Because I’m in love with him. Still? Again? It doesn’t matter. It’s how I feel, it’s real, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let it slip through my fingers again. “I only ever want to make you feel good. Happy.”

He leans his forehead against mine and smiles. “You do, babe.” He glances at Kaino. “You both do.” Holding out his hand, he waits for Kaino to take it, tugging them closer. Their lips meet in a slow, heart-melting kiss that I desperately want to be a part of. So I lean in, caressing their mouths with my own, our tongues stroking each other.

At first, it’s a bit awkward. Which isn’t surprising given that none of us have ever done this before. Or so I assume. But we quickly find a position and rhythm that has my cock throbbing, my body tingling, and Bjorn’s hips grinding up into my ass again. I pull back, my gaze darting between them. “I want you both. Please.” I stroke my hand down Bjorn’s cheek, his beard tickling my palm. “I want to make you both feel good.” I turn to Kaino, sliding my fingers into their hair. “Please.” There’s a vulnerability in Kaino’s eyes that I’ve never seen before, and it tugs at my heart. I’m not in love with them. Yet. But I care deeply for them, and with a little more time, I know I’ll be there. In love with two amazing people who picked me. And damn if that doesn’t make me feel incredible. I smile reassuringly at them. “Let me make you feel as amazing as you both make me feel.”

Bjorn ducks his head and nuzzles into my neck, his beard tickling me, sending tingles along my skin. “You already do. You feel so fucking good riding me like this.”

He bites down on the muscle at the base of my neck as he grinds upward, and I gasp, my fingers clenching in Kaino’s hair, our eyes still locked on each other. “Don’t you have something you’re supposed to be doing?”

Their eyes sparkle, and the familiar half smirk appears. “Are you being a brat, brat?”

I shake my head, grinning back. “Not at all. Do you want me to ask? Beg? Please, Sir.” Lust flares in Kaino’s eyes. “Suck my cock?”

Bjorn groans and repositions us so my back is firmly against his chest, our sweat-damp skin pressed together. “Ride me, baby.”

No need to ask me twice. I get my knees under me and slowly roll my hips, grinding down on Bjorn’s deliciously thick cock. “Like this?”

He rests his big hands on my hips, steadying me. “Yeah. Just like that. You feel so good.”

Kaino drops between Bjorn’s spread legs, propping themselves up on their elbow as they lean in and nibble at my thigh. It feels nice, but not as nice as Bjorn’s cock, which is nudging at my prostate. I rotate my hips, tilting them up, then back, trying to find the angle that will allow the nudge to turn into constant pressure. I’m so focused that I miss what I’m sure are several key steps because, without warning, my cock is engulfed in wet heat and suction. “Oh, fuck!” My very confused body rocks back and forth, grinding down, then thrusting forward, trying to fuck myself on Bjorn’s cock and into Kaino’s mouth, doing neither with any grace. But damn if it doesn’t feel magnificent. Kaino’s tongue strokes over the head, teasing under the ridge, dipping into the slit. Every part of my body is tingling with pleasure, and it won’t take long for me to come. Not with my ass full and my cock in a vacuum. “Fuck this feels so good.”

“You’re so fucking tight, Xander. Your ass keeps clenching around my cock.” Bjorn’s hips jerk under me, and his head drops against the wall with a thud. “Oh, fuuuck yeah, Kaino. Do that again.” A stab of jealousy pierces my chest, and I slow my movements. Did he just…

Kaino pops their lips from my cock, their voice rough with lust but still commanding as they slide backwards, dropping off the end of the bed, kneeling at the edge. “Come here. Tilt your hips, Bjorn.”

I gasp as Bjorn’s strong arms pin me in place. He shuffles us down the bed with my body still impaled on his cock, stopping when his ass is at the edge of the mattress and my dick is once again positioned at Kaino’s lips. Bjorn lets go of my waist and pulls his knees up, letting them fall open. “How’s that?” Kaino’s wicked chuckle is their only reply.

This position somewhat limits my movement, but it does give me Bjorn’s thighs to leverage against. I grind against him, gasping with a delicious mix of pleasure-pain as he slips even deeper inside me. Bjorn groans and grips my hips. “Fuck. You feel—oh fuck!”

Bjorn thrusts up, driving deeper, and I gasp, breath ripped from my lungs as I clutch onto the closest thing for balance. That turns out to be Kaino’s head. I glance down at them just before they swallow me down again. I fist my fingers into their hair and hold on for dear life. “God, yes, yes, yes.” My words punctuate each roll of my hips, my senses overwhelmed and my body buzzing with pleasure as, transfixed, I watch my cock disappear between Kaino’s plush lips. Their tongue swirls around the head, teasing the slit, hollowing their cheeks, creating the perfect suction. There’s no way I’ll last through more than a few minutes of this, and I don’t even care. It’s sublime.

I glance down at Kaino and see his fingers stroking in and out of Bjorn’s ass. That must be why Bjorn shouted. I rock my hips in counterpoint to the rhythm Kaino sets, pulling up as his fingers slide in. It’s sexy and naughty, and seeing how we’re physically connected, imagining what we would look like if someone saw us… “Oh, Jesus.” Lust slams into me like a sledgehammer, all but melting my brain, sending me right to the edge. “God, I’m gonna come.” My voice is rough with desire, my cock throbbing in Kaino’s wet mouth, my balls aching with the unbearable pressure of my impending orgasm. Kaino looks up at me through their lashes, grinning wickedly around my cock as they drop a hand down between their legs and stroke themselves quickly. “Oh, god.”

I tug on Kaino’s hair, and they understand my meaning, quickly sliding me from between their lips and releasing themself to wrap their fist around my cock. With brutal force, my orgasm tears through me, my muscles clenching with each intense pulse, forcing copious amounts of come over Kaino’s hand.

Beneath me, Bjorn roars, his fingers digging into my thighs, clutching me against his hips as his body rocks with the force of his orgasm. Kaino releases me from their grip, holding my gaze as they stiffen and their mouth opens in a silent wail. I lean forward, desperate to see. Come spurts over their hand, dripping onto the towel I hadn’t noticed them put down. Our eyes meet, both panting through the lingering euphoria. With a groan, I push onto my knees, feeling Bjorn’s softening cock slip from my body, but before I can move further, he pulls me next to him on the bed, wrapping a muscular arm around my waist. He holds his other arm out. “Kaino, come be with us. Please?”

Kaino finishes wiping off their hand and tosses the towel at Bjorn. “Not until you clean up.” Their voice is winded, and their cheeks are flushed. “With my luck, I’ll end up in the wet spot. Or glued to your side.”

I snort.

“Better you than me.” We all know Bjorn doesn’t really feel that way. He’d lay in a million wet spots for either one of us. That’s how much he cares. I grin dopily at my ridiculous train of thought.

Bjorn grabs the towel from his chest and quickly wipes himself down before offering the towel to me. With a grimace, I consider my options. I could clean up in the bathroom, which would involve getting up but give me a bit of privacy and a fresh towel, or I could use the offered, somewhat gross, but convenient cloth. Bjorn chuckles and tosses it at my chest. “It’s not that bad. You can find a clean spot.”

Exhaustion wins, and I carefully pick up the damp fabric, find a not completely disgusting part, and wipe myself down. Uncaring, I toss it onto the floor when I’m done. “Someone else can deal with that.”

Bjorn crawls up the bed, and I follow. He kisses my cheek and tucks me against his side. “I will. It’s the least I can do after that epic orgasm the two of you just gave me. Now, Doc, why don’t you take a nap before dinner?”

God, a nap sound amazing. “What if I sleep too long? I won’t sleep tonight.”

Kaino sits on the edge of the bed. “I’ll set my alarm for two hours. We can eat late. Okay?”

They’re being so incredibly sweet, it’s making my eyes prickle. “You sure?”

Bjorn kisses my forehead. “Yeah, babe. We’re sure. Go to sleep.”

I snuggle against him and sigh happily as Kaino lays down on Bjorn’s other side. I meet their gaze across the huge expanse of Bjorn’s body. Their head is on the pillow, but they’ve hooked one ankle across Bjorn’s, and placed a hand on his chest, palm up. That’s when I realize we’ve been touching each other quite a lot, and it couldn’t have been easy for Kaino to do that. The fact that they’re still seeking touch, even something so small as crossed ankles or holding hands, has me swallowing the lump in my throat. I slide my hand into theirs and squeeze. They smile back, and I feel the last of my energy drain away as the warmth of Bjorn’s body seeps into mine, easing the remaining tension. I let my eyes slide closed, exhale in complete satisfaction, and drift to sleep.