Mener la danse

Noah sent a sideways glance at his lover when his phone beeped with a notification. Yohan's jaw clenched, but they didn't say anything. Their eyebrows narrowed before they put on the signal to make a turn. The Parisian traffic was as bad as always, even though it was already ten P.M.

Noah knew better than to distract Yohan. If they got into an accident and ruined the car, Yohan would have a breakdown. Their car was their most precious possession, inherited from their dad a few years back, along with the mechanics shop.

Yohan's knuckles whitened, tightening their grip on the wheel as the phone beeped again.

"Maybe it's Charlotte," Noah volunteered.

Yohan shot him a not-so-pleased look. "That's the notification you get when people comment on your social media. Don't think you can fool me. I said no phone tonight. Unless you decided you don't want to play after all."

Noah sighed and tried to find a viable excuse. "Could be a queer in need of help…"

Yohan made a disgruntled face as the car passed in front of the Arc de Triomphe. They contoured the roundabout, slowing down to drive safely through one of the craziest areas of the city. The erratic drivers around them seemed unsure how to take such a huge traffic circle. Yohan tried hard not to hit anyone and grumbled when a car came a bit too close before they took the Avenue de la Grande Armée.

"The world won't stop turning just because you didn't check your comments for one night," Yohan said as they drove to the far right of the six-lane avenue. They passed various gray buildings with dark roofs before Yohan accelerated to keep up with the flow.

Noah turned his phone face up fast to see what it was. He tried to be conspicuous about it, but Yohan groaned. Yes, his addiction to social media was bad—really bad. Though Charlotte never called him out on it, Yohan could not stand it and never stopped pestering him.

MARCLEPIC: Your label erases my identity!

Noah cursed, "What the hell?"

The muscles of Yohan's jaw twitched in their annoyance. "I swear, Noah, I will turn around, and you can kiss the fucking goodbye. I am sick of your phone."

"I'm sorry." He wanted to reply to the message, though. The compulsion was hard to control. He typed fast as lightning and hoped the conversation wouldn't take long.

NOAHLEBI: What do you mean?

The response came in one second .

MARCLEPIC: You calling yourself bisexual. That erases my nonbinary identity. You even have it in your damn screen name. So much for being a queer advocate!

Noah huffed and rolled his eyes.

NOAHLEBI: My lover is nonbinary, just so you know.

MARCLEPIC: Well, then, you should call yourself pan. You're not bi. Bisexuals only like two genders. They're a bunch of transphobes.

NOAHLEBI: Transphobes? My best friend is trans.

MARCLEPIC: Oh so that makes you an ally? Gimme a break!

NOAHLEBI: I chose my own label. It takes some people years, if not decades, to accept themselves as bisexual, so I'm keeping it.

MARCLEPIC: I see. So ‘cause it took you time to accept yourself, you get to erase me. Is that it?

NOAHLEBI: What the fuck? How am I erasing you? I just told you my partner is nonbinary. Why are you picking a fight with me? There aren't enough bigots out there to deal with that you need to attack your own community? Besides, I accepted myself very quickly. I'm just trying to set an example for those who don't.

MARCLEPIC: You're not my community, transphobe!

A ting indicated MarcLepic had blocked him. Noah's nostrils flared. "For real?"

Yohan didn't react. Their silence was eerie and never a good sign. Noah dropped his phone in the front compartment, but the gesture was probably too late. He turned in his seat and batted his lashes at Yohan. "I'm sorry."

Yohan didn't even look at him. Their teeth were clenched hard. "I don't wanna hear it."

"Please tell me we're still going." Noah steepled his hands in front of his mouth. "Please."

Yohan shot him a glance, their face still taut with unhappiness. "Pick up your phone one more time, and I'm calling it a night. You don't know where the club is. You don't have a membership. It's not like you could enter on your own. Don't test me again."

Noah sighed and extended his hand to caress Yohan's strong forearm. "I'm sorry."

"You say that all the time." The low growl of their timbre wasn't kind, though not harsh either. It was the same tone of command Yohan used in the sack when they meant business and wanted Noah to submit.

"This is our first night together without the baby. Don't get me wrong, I love our kid, but I need to fuck—bad. Seeing your goddamn phone out is killing the mood. Read your messages again, and I'm driving home. I mean it. I'm not dating a phone, got it?"

Noah nodded. Yohan didn't get angry easily. They must have reached the limit of their patience to get so snappy about Noah's addiction.

It was true that, even though there were three of them, the baby was consuming their entire schedule, and they hadn't had any intimacy in quite some time. The lack of intercourse was torture for the three of them. They tried to take turns and play two at a time, but something always came up, and they got interrupted before ever getting to finish. Noah never imagined having a baby would impede their sex lives like that. Not that he regretted anything. It was tough at times, but he loved their baby to pieces.

"What did the comment say? You seem upset," Yohan asked.

Noah shrugged. "Just someone calling me a bigot for being bi, apparently. It seems me being bi is erasing nonbinary people."

Yohan frowned. "You're fucking me. How is that erasing me?"

Noah shrugged again. "I dunno. I'm over it."

He let out a laugh, but he didn't really feel it. This wasn't the first vile comment he'd received this week. Comments from within the community always stung more. He could deal with hateful religious people, especially as an atheist. But being called names by his own community was beyond intelligible.

Yohan breathed in deeply. "I'm willing to let this one go. But leave the phone in the glove compartment for the rest of the evening. I hate it when you get all upset because of a simple comment. It interferes with our private lives."

"I know." Noah did feel bad about his reaction. It was difficult for him to acknowledge he had an addiction to social media, but he did start fearing some random message could be the last straw to push his relationship with Yohan over the edge. So far, his partner had always forgiven him, but their tolerance was running thin.

"There's someone at the club I want you to meet tonight. He's interested in you," Yohan explained.

"We couldn't meet him at his place? Or a hotel?"

"Valentin likes to play a lot. And he likes an audience." Yohan cocked an eyebrow and flashed the naughtiest smile.

Noah's eyes widened like saucers. "You're talking about sex in front of strangers."

Yohan's lips curled with mischief. "Why? You're scared?"

"Pfff. No." He rolled his eyes. "Do you even know me at all?"

Yohan let out a deep laugh and grabbed Noah's hand from his lap, intertwining their fingers together before kissing his knuckles.

"Are there rules?" Noah asked. "I don't want just anyone sticking their dick inside me. Mean people might call me loose, but I do have standards."

His tone was so outraged, Yohan chuckled lower in their throat. "You get to choose, yes. But anyone can watch."

"They won't be filming, right? ‘Cause I don't need another video of me fucking leaking online. Been there, done that. Thanks." His mouth turned into a pout as he flicked his hand.

"That's why I prefer going to the club than meeting Valentin somewhere else. You won't be allowed to keep your phone." Yohan wriggled their eyebrows at Noah with a wicked grin.

"What if Charlotte needs us?" Noah gasped, seeking yet another excuse to stick to his cellular .

"She's with Rapha?l. He'll be sleeping over. They'll be perfectly fine. She's safe, and so is the baby."

Noah's eyes shifted to the glove compartment. The urge to check his messages was nearly impossible to fight, but he didn't want to start another argument. He wrung his hands together to keep from reaching for it. He began to fidget, his left leg jerking relentlessly until Yohan grabbed it to stop the movement.

"I didn't think we'd spend the night." Noah let his eyes roam his partner's beautiful face. Yohan's hair was losing its eccentric colors. Their darker roots were showing on top, the pink and yellow still covering the bleached parts fading slightly. Their eyebrows were now their natural brown instead of the dyed blue.

Yohan smiled again. "If you like Valentin, he said we can move the party to his apartment. He might have a couple of friends joining."

Noah's eyes shot wide. "Do you mean an orgy?"

Yohan never stopped smirking. "You're a lot more coy than I'd given you credit for."

"I am not coy! I've been wanting to try one of those ever since Adrien told me about your escort parties. I mean, I've been with multiple guys, but I don't know how many invitees you mean here."

Yohan cursed at a driver who cut in front of them from a side parking lot. Their car came to a full stop as they slammed on the brakes .

"For fuck's sake! Watch where the fuck you're going!" they hurled at the other car. They shook their head, huffing, and drove at a slower pace. "The parties were fun. I don't think Adrien enjoyed them as much as I did, though."

Noah shifted in his seat upon hearing his best friend's name. He bit his lower lip without a word, his leg shaking once again.

Yohan picked up on the discomfort instantly. Noah only fidgeted when he was nervous about something. "What?"

"Well, you know…" Noah bit on his thumbnail, a habit he'd grown when they got stuck home during the pandemic. His fingers looked better now, but there was a time when his gnawing led to bleeding, to the point where Yohan worried about potential infections.

"Now that he and Rapha?l opened their marriage, I was wondering…" Noah cleared his throat. "I mean… Would you be okay inviting him over? Even if it were just for me? Not with you or Charlotte."

Yohan looked at him from the corner of their eye before staring at the road. "You see him every week at his studio already."

Noah tsked and rolled his eyes. "Not like that."

Yohan turned into an underground parking lot. It was difficult to see their facial expressions in the dim light. Lowering their window, they stopped the car to pick up a ticket before passing the rising arm barrier.

"You still have feelings for him?" they asked. "You want to sleep with him again? "

Noah shrugged. His eyes watered, so he looked out his window and blinked quickly. He hated getting emotional over how much he cared for Adrien. Being real about his upset was something he only did in private. He wasn't only forlorn because he couldn't have his best friend; he also worried about Adrien all the goddamn time, but he never told anyone because he knew it was hard enough for Adrien to pretend he enjoyed living at all.

"Why didn't you say anything before?"

"It's not as if he feels the same for me." Noah's voice cracked a bit.

Yohan drove the car down the parking lot until they found a spot to park the vehicle. They squeezed it in between two others and cut off the ignition, then turned to Noah and caressed his cheek with the tip of their thumb. Noah couldn't quite see them in the dark, but the faint light reflected in their hazel eyes.

"I think you're not objective enough to see the situation clearly. Adrien still has the hots for you. I'd go as far as saying it's not just lust either. The way he looks at you, I've only seen him look at Kevin like that. And he was head-over-heels for the guy."

"What about Rapha?l?"

"Well, Rapha?l is his husband. Of course he looks at him that way too. But they've been together for a while. It's not like he wants to hump his bones every second. But the way he looks at you. The man's frustrated he can't fuck you, all right."

Noah doubted that. "I'm afraid to tell him," he let out .

Yohan furrowed their brows. "Why?"

Noah remembered all those times he'd asked to date Adrien and how the rejections hurt so damn much. He could never understand why Adrien loved railing him so badly but wouldn't commit to him. It wasn't like they would have been exclusive. It wasn't like they didn't enjoy each other's company aside from sex. The refusals made Noah feel unwanted each time.

Now, he preferred to keep Adrien as a friend than ever experience that kind of sting again. He was terrified of asking Adrien out, no matter how he'd been longing for him, pretending his desires were gone.

Yohan sighed and nodded, still stroking Noah's cheek. "All that can wait for tonight. We'll enjoy ourselves, and we'll tackle the Adrien issue another day."

Noah nodded reluctantly. A part of him needed to hear how much Adrien craved him, even if the words came from another person trying to bring comfort.

"So you said the people at the club are exclusive members?" he asked.

"I got invited by Valentin when I stopped working as an escort. As soon as I got the freedom to fuck whoever I wanted, he jumped on the occasion. You can only get in through invitation."

"Why?" Noah's blue eyes roamed his lover's face. He ran his fingers through his blond hair, pushing it back.

Yohan motioned with their head to exit the car and opened their door to get out, then slammed it shut as Noah unclicked his belt and joined them behind the car. Yohan grabbed his hand and led him to the elevator while talking. "Valentin had a really hard time finding a queer-friendly sex club that wasn't just for gay men."

"What do you mean?"

Yohan pressed the button of the elevator. This area of the parking lot smelled like piss. Noah wrinkled his nose. He hated the foulness of the capital.

"Most other sex clubs are for straight couples and unicorns."

"Pfff." Noah rolled his eyes. "What about us?"

Yohan shrugged, making a face. "Bi and pan men aren't welcome in those clubs. Trans people either. If you want to fuck someone who's not a cis woman, you can't do it there. And don't get me started on the exploitation of bi women for the pleasure of straight men. It's rampant."

"That's fucked up! Where are we supposed to go?"

"Well, lucky us. Like I said, I found this club through Valentin. Some of those other clubs aren't safe either. Some men won't take no for an answer. Some of my friends had issues with harassment there." The elevator finally showed up. "You've been poly for so long, I thought you knew all this already."

Noah wasn't familiar with the club scene, no. He knew what sexual harassment felt like, yes. He got his fair share online, especially by those who wanted him to open an OnlyFans account and refused to understand his dick wasn't for sale. Sometimes, because he was bi and poly, people thought he was fair game. As if he didn't have tastes of his own or the mere basic right to refuse to fuck someone.

They both entered the elevator and clicked the button, rising to the street level.

"I never tried to go to one of those straight clubs. Straight men aren't my thing. Plenty of fish in the Queer Sea," Yohan said as they dragged Noah to the street.

A gush of fresh air blew his blond hair out of his eyes as they walked to the club a few blocks away. It looked like a regular Parisian building from the outside—gray with a black rooftop.

"Are you sure it's here? Doesn't look like a club to me."

Yohan laughed. "Don't want to attract the wrong crowd."

***

Yohan was sad Charlotte couldn't come along, but it'd been her choice to stay home with the baby, even though Rapha?l was always more than happy to babysit on his own. She wanted to hang out with him anyway. Adrien was meeting Eléanor once a week too. This worked out perfectly.

Yohan was a regular of the club before meeting Noah and Charlotte, but they hadn't seen Valentin in over two years, though they kept chatting online.

Valentin was into the same kind of kink Yohan was into. Thankfully, he was a sub, as well as an exhibitionist. Yohan couldn't remember how often he'd spanked Valentin's ass all kinds of red with a wooden paddle in front of everyone before fucking him senseless.

Sex with Valentin could get so intense, the man had fainted a couple of times. He was flexible too, could be bent in all types of positions, and refused to take it bareback with anyone except Yohan. The two of them were exclusively raw for a while before that first time Yohan fucked Noah and Charlotte at Adrien's wedding. Then, Yohan decided it'd be best to wrap it up if he was to keep nailing them both on the side too. The pandemic put an end to their affair with Valentin, and they hadn't reprised it since.

It seemed Valentin was already inside the club since no one was waiting outside. Yohan grabbed the handle and pulled the door open before stepping in. The music was inaudible as they walked down the long, cold hallway. The light gray walls were made of bricks in a corridor that led to the heavy metal soundproof door at the end. A bouncer was there. He looked Yohan up and down, then Noah, before asking for their IDs and Yohan's membership card.

He barely looked at it before nodding and instructing them to leave all personal effects in the locker room. He pulled the large door open and signaled for them to go in.

"Enjoy!" the guy said while running his eyes all over Noah salaciously.

The music grew loud. Yohan intertwined their fingers with Noah's and led him to the locker room. Yohan picked a locker that they offered to share with Noah, and the latter let go of his phone with a deep sigh .

"It'll do you some good not to have your fingers glued to that thing," Yohan snickered while putting the lock on with a number of their choice.

They proceeded into a dark hallway before stepping down some concrete stairs illuminated by a few emergency lights.

"I don't know if I like this," Noah whispered. "It looks like the den of some serial killer."

The music inside blasted the instant they pushed the door open. And Noah's eyes bulged at the view. Everything inside was white, pink, and purple, illuminated by colorful lights. There were purple couches in every corner around white tables and a dance floor farther to the right.

"Are those naked men dancing in the cages?" His eyes pinned on the guys' abs, then shifted down toward their bulges.

"They're wearing underwear," Yohan retorted.

Noah couldn't stop looking at them. "Not that it helps. I can see right through the white fabric."

He paused when they entered the main dance room to the right and he saw a cross against the far wall. A woman was tied to it, a man whipping her back.

"What is this?" he squeaked.

"A BDSM club," Yohan chuckled.

Noah clenched his jaw. "You know I hate pain," he complained. "I didn't agree to this."

The music was loud enough that it muffled the sounds of people getting tormented into whines and moans .

"I also know you like to watch." Yohan gave the naughtiest smile. "You can sit down while I play with Valentin. Unless you want to join."

Noah shuddered.

Yohan laughed. "It's safe, mon chéri ." They took his hand to lead him to a couch. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"I dunno. I don't want to lose my senses and get whipped by some creep."

Yohan kissed his forehead. "You stay here and don't hump anyone while I'm gone. Gonna see if I can find Valentin. Also, stop calling us creeps; it's not becoming of you to judge."

Noah gave a pout, then looked straight at the guys in the cages to distract himself. "I'll try not to hump anyone, but it's gonna be hard."

"Nice pun," Yohan snorted and left.

***

At first, Noah hadn't seen the women dancing at the poles on the stage either. There were people next to his couch making out and groping each other as if there was no one else around. Noah didn't want to be erect and bothered by the time he met Valentin, so he tried hard not to gape.

The club was playing Eurodance from the nineties, which seemed a peculiar choice for a sex club, until "Be My Lover" by LaBouche aired over the speakers, and the selection finally made sense. Noah looked around at the people on the dance floor. Some of them appeared to enjoy the sole pleasure of dancing in a safe space. Others, though, were definitely here to get some.

He felt the need to search his pockets for his phone and cursed under his breath when he found no relief to his addiction. He had forgotten how to entertain himself without a screen and had to recognize Yohan was right when it came to his compulsions. Noah closed his eyes a second. When he opened them again, his lover was back, towering over him, with a man by their side, a man who took Noah's breath away.

Valentin was tall and slender, though not nearly as skinny as him. He had deep brown hair cut short on the sides and longer on top. He'd used gel to tousle it, though it looked stylish rather than unkempt. He wore a Victorian black leather corset with no shirt underneath, exposing his narrow shoulders and part of his hairless chest. His delicate skin was as deeply white as Noah's but harbored no freckles that he could perceive. It seemed soft to the touch.

He had a long, pointy nose. His lips were thin, giving him a sullen look that was damn cute. He was wearing lip-gloss and mascara. When he smiled, the inviting grin rose to his dark brown eyes. Noah felt instant attraction to him. Yohan was right: Valentin was to his tastes alright.

To top it all, his black leather pants were tight, outlining a promising bulge. Noah's eyes enlarged a bit at the sight. He sure liked a big dick. Valentin only needed to flash a smile and make a flirty compliment, his sharp, hungry brown eyes promising the fuck of a lifetime, and the deal was sealed within minutes .

Noah cleared his throat and rose to his feet to shake Valentin's hand, but found himself dragged into a hug and two kisses on the cheek.

"If we're gonna be fucking, we need to keep it casual, mon beau ," Valentin said loudly in his ear, his delicate voice piercing through the music. "Damn, you're hotter than your pictures. This is gonna be fun," he added, pulling back and gauging Noah up and down.

Noah swallowed on a gulp. It wasn't like him to be so shy. Yet, he found himself in an intimidating environment where Yohan and Valentin were sure to have the upper hand. BDSM was not his thing, at all. He wasn't sure how he would handle the whole deal.

"You're sure, right?" Yohan asked the words in Noah's ear. "You're not going to change your mind halfway through. You look ill-at-ease. Valentin's not going to eat you, you know. But he might bite."

Noah followed them out of the dance room and up some dark wooden stairs. "You are aware I have fucked in front of other people, right? This is nothing new to me."

His pride was hurt, really. He'd rarely felt this vulnerable.

Yohan threw him a naughty smile over their shoulder. "You fucked in the privacy of your home. We do need a signal in case you change your mind here."

Noah shook his head, straightening his back. "I won't change my mind. I want to do this. "

Yohan grabbed his hand. "All right, then. But just in case, tell me anytime if you want to go to Valentin's place or need more privacy."

Valentin led the way down a hallway with red velvet walls and dimmed lights. Noah felt like he was in a nineteenth century brothel, but then, the reality was fairly close to that. The atmosphere felt a bit tacky, but nothing bad enough to turn him off.

All three of them had gotten tested the week before, and Yohan trusted Valentin with their life. They'd still be using protection and agreed not to fuck anyone but each other while at the club.

***

As soon as they entered a room set up with three red satin couches, Noah pushed Valentin against one of them, ending up in his lap, his tongue already down Valentin's throat. Noah was on fire.

Yohan stayed by the door and watched as Valentin ran his hands up and down Noah's back. Noah straddled him further and rocked his hips in a soft circular motion while Valentin moaned and leaned forward, pushing Noah backwards as he grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck and bit on his lower lip.

"I wanna watch my lover fucking you," Noah gasped, "but I wanna blow you first. "

Valentin's eyes sparkled. He gave a lopsided smile and looked at Yohan from the corner of his eye. "How about you? What do you want?"

Yohan grinned. "What Noah said. I want him to watch us play."

Kissing him eagerly, Noah undid Valentin's black leather corset, slowly pulling the laces off with a type of delicacy that clashed against the force of his devouring lips. Valentin let the corset slide completely off his bare chest, and Noah got off him reluctantly, though not before giving him a quick smooch on the lips.

When Yohan moved from the wall and grabbed Valentin by the hand to help him stand up, Yohan didn't give him time to reflect before pushing him face-first against the wall and grabbing a handful of his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his head backward before licking the side of his throat. Valentin's mouth opened when Yohan bit the flesh of his shoulder.

Noah stood there for a moment, watching, before moving forward to yank at Valentin's belt. Yohan pulled him back from the wall, their hand still clutched in his brown hair, their mouth sucking a deep hickey onto his throat. Valentin would be covered in marks, just the way they both liked it.

Noah undid the belt quickly before sliding his hand inside Valentin's leather pants, freeing him, dropping his trousers and black thong on the ground. Valentin moaned into Yohan's mouth, a sound that vibrated all the way down to their painful crotch. A gasp echoed when Noah looked at Valentin's released cock. He gave a quick sideways glance at Yohan, who smirked.

"You sure you can do this?" Yohan asked Noah when Valentin released his huge, erect dick.

Noah raised his chin and huffed. "Pfff, please. I can take this anaconda down my throat any time."

Yohan chuckled before tonguing Valentin. A moan poured between Valentin's thin lips when Noah got on his knees and took him whole in his mouth without a warning or hesitation. By that point, Yohan's dick hurt too much to remain confined in their pants much longer. Valentin pulled Noah's shirt over his head by the rim, then threw it to the ground before kissing Yohan, who cupped his jaw in an almost affectionate way.

His mouth back on Valentin's dick, Noah undid his own pants and slid out of them fast.

Valentin nearly pulled back. The pleasure seemed too much, but Yohan had him pinned in place with their fingers wrapped tight in his hair. Noah grabbed his firm naked ass in both his hands and kept him there, lodged deep in his throat.

Yohan proceeded to take off their own pants while watching their lover blow Valentin so well, the man seemed ready to keel over. At that point, a couple slid into the room—a man and a woman, both in black corsets and thongs. They didn't ask to join. They simply sat on the red satin couch by the door and watched. None of this interrupted Noah, who barely paid attention.

"Fuck. You feel so good," Valentin groaned, closing his eyes, his back arched as he thrust into Noah's mouth. His hand fell to Noah's blond hair, which he grabbed for more control, but Noah yanked his head out of the way.

"You don't grab my head," Noah said. "I know what I'm doing."

"Noah isn't into BDSM," Yohan reminded him, hoping Valentin would understand.

Valentin looked at Yohan with his beautiful brown gaze and gave a nod. His eyes rolled back in his head as Noah spit on his finger and slid it into his ass while resuming his blow job.

"Oh God."

Yohan couldn't help but smirk. They had never met anyone who gave head like Noah did. It was almost impossible not to come within minutes when Noah really went at it.

Yohan took off their underwear and freed their engorged cock before stroking themself, relishing the feel of their foreskin sliding over their tender glans while they watched Noah please Valentin, his expert mouth and tongue tearing loud moans out of him.

"I'm gonna come," Valentin said, pleading for Noah to stop. That showed he didn't know Noah too well. Bringing a man to full-blown ecstasy was Noah's favorite game.

He never stopped bobbing his head, not once choking on Valentin's huge cock as he massaged his balls and slid a second finger into his ass, taking him to the top before pushing him over. A strangled shout escaped Valentin as he released inside Noah's mouth .

Noah kept bobbing his head in a way that was sure to be painful to Valentin's sensitive parts at this point. Then he pulled back and licked his lips, his blue eyes twinkling.

Yohan didn't give Valentin a second to breathe. "My turn."

They pulled him down on the floor and grabbed him, wrapping one arm around his flat belly, the other one under his ass to lift it off the ground, to the point where Valentin was resting on nothing but his lower arms. His ass was high in the air, exposed, probably feeling slightly cold, his legs around Yohan's neck.

Yohan didn't wait to feast on him, kissing him very close to his hole, licking all around the pink rose and up and down his thighs. The feel of their tongue drew a gasp from Valentin's lips as he tried to clench the air, with nothing to grasp.

Yohan moved their hand from Valentin's belly to his dick and began stroking him as they ate his ass. Valentin moaned loudly, his eyes closed. Yohan could feel Noah's gaze on them. They glanced at him and caught his eyes.

Noah had a satisfied smile on his face, but he didn't move from his spot, pressing his shoulder against the wall, even as buck-naked Yohan pulled back from Valentin and took off their own shirt, revealing abs so tight, they saw Noah lick his lips at the sight.

Yohan ate Valentin out well enough to push him to the brink of orgasm before laughing and denying him. Valentin complained.

"I already let Noah get you off once. You're lucky. Were it me, you wouldn't have come a single time yet. "

Yohan sat on their haunches and got off the floor before holding out their hand to Valentin, almost romantically, to lead him to the opposite wall, a human-sized rectangular wooden plank nailed against it. Then they slipped a blindfold off the coat hooks beside the plank and covered Valentin's eyes with it. Valentin groaned in anticipation.

Grabbing the wrist cuffs, Yohan nearly growled, "Face to the wall."

Valentin complied and let Yohan tie his wrists and ankles to the wall. It seemed tight enough to produce the type of pain Valentin enjoyed. He struggled against his restraints as Yohan kissed his neck and bit hard on his shoulder, branding him.

With their right hand, they grabbed a feather off the coat hanger and kissed Valentin deeply while teasing him with the toy. They caressed the crack of his ass first before drawing it along his back, up and down, from his shoulder blades to the V of his ass cheeks. The sweet torture lasted while Valentin whined deeper and deeper. Yohan could see he was painfully aroused but didn't stop the torment.

They kept running the feather up and down, then whispered in his ear, "Wanna give them a show?"

The couple by the door were making out while watching them. Noah sat down on the other couch in the corner for a better view.

Yohan shook their head and laughed low in their throat as they slammed Valentin's ass with a spank that resounded throughout the room. Valentin's entire body bucked against the wall as a moan escaped his mouth. Yohan pressed the palm of their hand against Valentin's ass cheek, massaging soft strokes against his skin. Without warning, they slapped Valentin again.

"Ah!" Valentin trembled from pain and pleasure, begging for more.

Yohan spanked him again—hard—but not nearly hard enough to break the skin, giving three more strikes before his pale white flesh began turning a beautiful pink. Each time, Valentin's body hit the wall, and a loud whine escaped his lips. Yohan smiled and pulled away.

"What are you doing?" Valentin asked, trying to look to the side, the blindfold obstructing all vision.

"For me to know and you to find out." Yohan laughed as they searched the table placed under the coat hooks. They smiled upon finding a pinwheel among electric rods, nipple clips, and other paraphernalia, realizing the drawer also contained various-size condoms. They ran their long fingers over the different toys, playing eeny, meeny, miny, moe, before picking one.

Yohan turned their head and winked at Noah, who was fully erect at that point. They grinned and kept their eyes on him as they grabbed the pinwheel and slid it up and down Valentin's back, just once. Valentin gasped, and Yohan turned to him.

"You will come when I say so," they hissed in his ear.

Valentin gave a muffled whimper.

"Say it!"

He nodded in obedience. "I will come when you command it. "

"Damn right."

Yohan rolled the pinwheel in vertical lines over Valentin's back, slowly and softly at first, before applying more pressure until Valentin drew a loud breath.

"You are mine to do as I please. Fuck as I please. Tease as I please. Understand?" With that, Yohan yanked Valentin's head back by the hair and kissed him hard, with another slap on his tender white ass.

They applied the pinwheel harder against Valentin's back, making him wince as his body jerked forward instinctively.

"You may choose one toy," Yohan whispered, not once stopping the tease of the wheel. "Make it good, or I'll punish you."

"Candle wax," Valentin suggested.

Yohan yanked at his hair. "You can do better than that."

"The flogger. I choose the flogger."

"Good boy."

Yohan gave him a soft kiss on the lips as a reward. They slapped his ass and replaced the pinwheel in the drawer before inspecting the five floggers hanging from the wall. They chose one with long black leather tails while verifying from a quick glance that Noah was still doing okay.

Their lover's stomach was already covered in white cum. Yohan chuckled low in their throat. Knowing Noah, he'd go back to beating his meat after just a few minutes of rest. His post-coital smile was one of the most gorgeous sights, making Yohan's cock jerk painfully .

It was sweet agony to bring Valentin to his knees as they caressed his soft ass, then began flogging it horizontally with soft strokes. Valentin whimpered deliciously, and Yohan slammed the long strands against his ass again, a bit more forcefully this time, branding it with beautiful pink streaks. Whip! Their game lasted for a good ten minutes before Valentin's whines turned into hisses of painful delight. Whip!

"Oh my God."

"Damn right, call on God. I'll make you reach heaven soon."

Whip!

"Ah!"

"Do you want more? Beg for it!"

Yohan waited for Valentin to nearly sob for the whip before slamming it again.

When they decided the game was enough, or it might scar Valentin's beautiful firm flesh, Yohan hung the flogger on the wall.

"You get to choose your brand," they whispered seductively in his ear, blowing on his lobe to make him shiver in anticipation.

"You know my favorite."

Yohan laughed and inspected the other side of the wall, where the wooden paddles were exposed. They picked the one Valentin liked best and stroked the carvings in the wood. After leaning over his back to brand his neck once more with a soft bite, rejoicing in their lover's sweet frissons, Yohan slapped him on his sore ass with their hand a couple of times. Then they branded him with the paddle, extracting a deep yell from Valentin's throat.

When they pulled back, the word SLUT was marked white against deep red on Valentin's delicate skin.

"That's right, you're my slut, and I'm going to fuck you senseless," Yohan purred and licked the side of his throat. "Beg for it, mon amour ."

"Fuck me!"

"Oh, you can do so much better than that."

"Fuck me, please, Yohan. Please!"

"I'd make you beg on your knees if you weren't tied to this wall at my mercy."

"I beg you. I can't wait anymore."

Yohan smirked, propped the paddle against the wall, and searched the drawer under the floggers for a magnum-sized condom. They broke the foil with their teeth and stroked themself a few times, pulling on their foreskin before wrapping themself. They went for a small pack of lube and rubbed it all over. They had eaten and played with Valentin enough that he should be ready to receive them without more foreplay.

Standing behind Valentin once more, Yohan rubbed their sheathed dick against the crack of his ass, dropping their hand to his cock, grabbing it firmly in long, tormenting strokes. Valentin's tip was pearling with pre-cum in his deep arousal, which amused Yohan greatly.

Without a warning, Yohan guided themself to his entrance and penetrated him in one long, slow motion. Valentin seemed to bite his lip at the intrusion, not that Yohan could see from this angle.

"Fuck me hard, please," Valentin begged.

Yohan bit his shoulder harsh enough to leave a mark of their teeth on his tender flesh. They refused to increase the rhythm, bucking their hips so slowly, it was excruciating. The whine of misery from Valentin's lips was well worth the torment, though.

Yohan fucked him like that for a while, rolling their ass, taking Valentin deep, stroking his prostate each time with the length of their cock. When the pain in their balls was too much to take, Yohan increased the rhythm and fucked Valentin so hard, he screamed as they slammed against his ass with each move. Valentin rocked his hips erratically, seeking Yohan's dick oh so desperately. Yohan loved fucking Valentin. They didn't need to be soft or gentle. Valentin could take it all and ask for more.

He began shaking in Yohan's arms, and a strangled sound came out of his throat when Yohan pulled his head back and sucked his neck, making an orgasm rock through his entire body. His asshole squeezed so hard around Yohan's cock, it pushed them into a climax of their own. The two of them came in unison, the waves flowing through them multiple times before their bodies collapsed against the wall, covered in a post-coital glim.

Yohan grinned against Valentin's shoulder. They remained deeply seated inside him for a while before they grew soft and pulled out. They threw away the used condom in a nearby trash can and untied Valentin to carry him in their arms in a way that was tender and loving.

They took him to the couch, joining Noah, then returned to the wall to clean up the mess Valentin made when he ejaculated. Noah could take care of him in the meantime. Noah was the softest lover Yohan had ever known. He would provide the perfect aftercare Valentin needed.

"They have showers here," Yohan said over his shoulder.

Noah gave a shy smile, batting his long lashes at Valentin. His stomach was still covered in his own cum after his pleasurable onanism. "Are you hurting?"

Valentin laughed. "Only in a good way. I'm gonna feel Yohan between my legs for days, that's for sure."

Noah caressed his cheek kindly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Let's go shower. I'll take good care of you."

"Honestly, that was fucking amazing," Valentin said as Noah rested next to him, his face against his collarbone.

"I want to fuck him next, please," Noah exhaled softly.

Yohan looked at him. "Yeah?"

"So, we can stay the night after this?" Noah asked. "At your place? Will you cancel your friends?"

Valentin seemed too high on his own coital wave to think straight. "Yes, of course. I'm all yours."

Noah beamed. "Good, because Yohan and I bought some ropes the other day, and Yohan hasn't let me try them yet. I really want to tie them to the bed and let them watch while I make love to you."

Valentin let out a loud laugh. "Very fleur bleue . "

Noah's cheek reddened at being called romantic.

"You're all mine now," Noah said as he caressed Valentin's pale, flat chest delicately, sweat pearling on his skin. "Have you ever had a man make love to you? Softly? And slowly?"

Valentin gave a sideways smile, and Noah drew him into a long, passionate kiss, not once caring that yet another couple had joined the room to observe them as they lounged in the nude on the couch.