Fingers
Eyliron was leaning against the little backrest, his eyes intent on his two companions who were aware of him, but ignoring him for now. They were undressing, not each other, that would be too intimate, but they were watching, measuring, judging. Two rivals in a battle of wills. Eyliron was enjoying it immensely.
Rolan was slowly baring his chest, his muscles rippling and bunching with each movement, slow, unhurried. Patient when Fael was brash, lingering when Fael would hurry. Fael didn't bother to follow, knowing he held allure in his own right. His younger body was ripped, muscles wiry and strong where Rolan's were large and powerful. Eyliron licked his lips and let his own hand drift down to cover the bulge in his pants.
Rolan tossed his shirt aside and began unlacing his breeches, tugging with one hand as the other toyed with a nipple. Fael sat for a moment, staring, mesmerized. Eyliron moaned, his hand squeezing, and Rolan turned his eyes to him.
The heat in the grey eyes burned into Eyliron, he shuddered where he sat. When Rolan made no other move but look at Eyliron, distracted, Fael found his wits again, and leaned over. He licked a quick, entirely disrespectful swipe across Rolan's chest, making the other man jump and whip his head back around.
The look that passed between them had Eyliron wondering what would happen first; sex or bloodshed. He licked his lips and decided to intervene. The energy crackling in the air had him panting with sheer need anyway.
He crawled over, shedding his shirt as he did, tugging at the laces of his pants when he kneeled next to his two lovers. When he didn't immediately get the attention he wanted, he tossed his hair, slid his hands up his own chest, his throat, caressed his own lips, moaning quietly at the tingles on his skin.
They were watching him now, Fael leaning forward slightly, his hands tugging urgently at his breeches. Eyliron reached over to help, tangling fingers and leather cords, and somehow getting the breeches open and off anyway. Fael leaned in, kissing him, tongue and all, as thanks.
Rolan was naked when Eyliron broke from Fael to look. He pouted a bit at the missed opportunity, but didn't mourn for long; Rolan was erect and eager for him, already stroking himself with a strong fist. Eyliron licked his lips and leaned in as if to kiss him, halting just beyond the reach of his lips, and dropped down to lick the tip of his cock instead.
Rolan twitched at the sudden touch, groaned, and placed a large hand in Eyliron's hair. He stroked the black strands in time with Eyliron's tongue on his flesh, tugged a bit when he sucked.
Then suddenly there were fingers on Rolan's cock, circling it, getting in Eyliron's way, tapping at his lips. He grunted, annoyed, but wouldn't let go of his price. The fingers had no purpose, it seemed, circling now, stroking a bit, tangling in the hair around the root. Eyliron tried to concentrate despite them. But then a noise, a quiet moan from above had him faltering.
Wet little sounds, licking, sucking. They were kissing above him, Rolan and Fael were. Eyliron moaned, his eyes sliding shut at the image that came to him. Rolan's hips jerked in response.
Then there were more fingers there, caressing his cheeks, teasing his stretched lips. He opened wider to take one in, licking and sucking it as much as Rolan's erection. Fael gasped this time and Rolan chuckled, deep, rumbling, and Eyliron imagined he could feel it in his mouth.
He licked and sucked anything that was offered him, Rolan's cock tasting of his passions as well as the salt of their fingers. Then Eyliron moaned as a hand wrapped around his own swollen erection. He couldn't tell whose, but they stroked him slowly, firmly, and Eyliron shuddered as they teased the head with a thumb.
He felt the tension in Rolan's thighs, the tightening of his abs, and knew he wouldn't last long. He doubled his efforts, bobbing his head faster, sucking harder. Rolan groaned above him, his breathing heavy, deep, and then he came, hot, salty spurts of come down Eyliron's throat. He voiced his appreciation, then jerked and gasped around his mouthful as someone brought him to a sudden, hot climax.
He kept licking Rolan's cock as they both came down, but he could hear Fael panting, groaning, and then gasping, and warm, sticky fluids hit Eyliron's back.
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