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“How do you know that?” Tiiran wondered, distracted and annoyed for it. “Do you like this too?”
“Ah.” Nikoly looked from Tiiran to Orin, then straightened his shoulders. “Not this , no. I like to be of use. Which can take many forms, including some similar to this one. But you could spank me if you wanted to. I wouldn’t mind, would even like you hurting me. You already know that.”
“Stop saying spank ,” Tiiran mumbled, ignoring Orin’s continued amusement.
“I would allow it,” Nikoly continued. “But I don’t think it would please me for the same reasons it pleases you. I’ve had a small cane used on me before and enjoyed it. I took it well,” he said proudly. “I would do the same for you. Whatever you like, Tiiran, gentle or rough.”
“Oh.” Tiiran reached for him, and thankfully, Nikoly extended his arm to let Tiiran hold him. “A cane? I don’t know if I can do that.”
Orin gave Tiiran’s hair a chiding tug. “He means you may use him however you please, kitten, as long as you use him, and praise him, and treat him well.”
Hurt and treat well seemed very different to Tiiran, or would have, if he hadn’t enjoyed Orin pulling his hair just then.
“You’re so pretty,” Tiiran told Nikoly breathlessly. He didn’t think about the cane again because it would lead to more questions, like how even after something like that, Nikoly was, according to Orin, still starving. Desperate to serve. “So strong,” he added, because Nikoly must be to take something like that without snarling as Tiiran would have. Nikoly dropped his head but glanced at Tiiran through his lashes. Tiiran knew that look. It meant please and sometimes, won’t you kiss me again, Tiiran? “But what if I…?”
“Are you about to warn me again that you won’t be any good?” Nikoly asked before sharing another look with Orin. Almost immediately his attention was back to Tiiran. “Or ask if I’ll make fun of you? You’ve asked that more than once. Did someone do that you, bee?”
Tiiran felt the angry sound travel through Orin. He wriggled and looked away, trying to ignore the throb in his bottom when he moved.
“Is this something we must talk about?” No hiding, Orin had said. But Tiiran released Nikoly and turned to bury his face in Orin’s shoulder as much as he could. “Fine, if it will make you happy. There was an assistant named Fial. Library visitors and other assistants all thought he was wonderful.”
Nikoly was so gentle with him. “ Tiiran .”
Tiiran waved a hand back and said nothing when Nikoly captured it. He also didn’t raise his head. “He and his friends used to take me with them to go ogle guards while they sparred. I wasn’t terrible looking, might even be pretty someday, he said. So I let him take me into the stacks a few times. Just kissing and hands. I’d never touched or kissed anyone before him. I was bad at it.”
Orin began to pet his hair. “Did he make fun of you?”
Tiiran tried to shrug. “Assistants talk. And it was very funny. I was funny. Funny looking, with fae blood. They all thought so. Library full of randy assistants and outguards who understand the games they play and not one of them thought I was….” Tiiran jerked upright, startling Orin. “Some were probably interested,” he allowed in a grumble, knowing Orin would say it if he didn’t. “But they would’ve likely mocked me for being my age and not knowing how to do any of it properly… or at all. Who else was I supposed to approach to learn once everyone knew I was terrible at it? You? Gorgeous, infamous Orin who rightly had no idea who I was? Or some other guard frightened of me and my temper?” Tiiran looked into Orin’s eyes, then swung around to consider Nikoly. “You’re so friendly and handsome, Nikoly. You don’t know what it’s like. I can’t get people to like me as you can.”
Nikoly looked so distressed that Tiiran pulled him closer. He leaned away from Orin to urge Nikoly to come down lower so Tiiran could pet the sadness from his face. “Po once slapped him,” he said to reassure them both, “if that helps you. Although I don’t know if that was why. It’s not your fault you’re so pretty, Nikoly,” he went on. “Though you certainly know how to use it.”
Nikoly inhaled, then exhaled long and slow. “Do you ever look in a mirror? You’re delicate, with hair like light through honey, and your mouth is… I stare at your mouth nearly as much as you stare at mine. Maybe more,” he admitted, smiling faintly when Tiiran gaped at him. “As for your eyes, the black is like storm clouds.”
“You like storms,” Tiiran remembered.
Nikoly nodded. “Though I also love when you’re happy and your eyes become a deep brown. Like they are now.”
“How you problem-solve without even realizing you’re doing it—for others, rarely for yourself. kitten,” Orin contributed helpfully, hands at Tiiran’s hips. “That mind of yours….” His tone suggested he liked Tiiran’s mind, very much. He dug his fingers into Tiiran’s soft places, almost certainly leaving more bruises, more claims. “Those clever, colorful insults. All that, plus a bottom that was made to turn red under my hand.”
“Has it really only been this Fial before us?” Nikoly asked with disbelief. “Are the rest of the outguards total cowards?”
“Apparently.” Orin rumbled it. “Or fools, fae bless them.”
Tiiran didn’t bother to address the reference to the fae.
Nonetheless, Nikoly commented, “You look like you have an objection.”
“I do.” Tiiran nodded absently. “But if I say it, Orin will spank me again, and my backside already hurts.” He was going to have trouble moving freely. “Oh no,” he realized aloud, “I have work to do today.”
“No, you don’t,” Orin and Nikoly both said at once. Then Orin sighed. “His thinking is returning. But, while he is still an agreeable kitten, let’s get it all out in the open.” He looped an arm around Tiiran without pulling him away from Nikoly. He pushed closer to nose at Tiiran’s hair. “Did you wear it down as I said to?”
“Yes,” Nikoly answered for him. “But only one night. It was beautiful. He bit his lip while he took it down and made a scholar drop his books.”
Tiiran’s scoff stuck in his throat. The “Good boy,” Orin whispered in his ear might have had something to do with it.
“Helps his tension,” Orin went on, to Nikoly from his tone, “and I enjoy the sight.”
“Your neck and shoulders do hold a lot of tension, Tiiran,” Nikoly agreed. “I’d be happy to help you with that.”
Tiiran gazed at him in bemusement. “Right now?”
Orin chuckled softly. “You’ll be lucky if your legs hold you up as it is.”
“Oh.” Tiiran focused on Nikoly. “Later?” he wondered. “I like kissing you. I need to kiss Orin again when I am more me again.” That didn’t sound right. “More myself again. I want to learn him too. And get better at it. So that you will beg me for it.”
“Have I not already begged you for kisses?” Nikoly asked, apparently quite serious.
Orin’s hum into his hair left Tiiran shivering. Tiiran considered Orin watching him kiss Nikoly, which was apparently enough to make his cock start to fill. Hopefully, that wasn’t obvious, because he didn’t think he could do anything about it at the moment. He felt as heavy and soft as a steamed dumpling.
“Did he?” Orin prompted with interest. “Did he beg you?”
Tiiran’s breath caught painfully in his throat. “He displayed himself, Orin. He teased me.”
He suspected he was whining.
Orin made a thoughtful noise. “Doesn’t sound like begging to me. The pup should do better, don’t you agree, Tiiran? Do it right for you?”
Nikoly looked between them, breathing harder, before focusing on Tiiran. “Please, kiss me, Tiiran.”
He turned his face into Tiiran’s hand, which was when Tiiran became aware that he’d been petting Nikoly’s face for some time: temple, cheekbone, cheek, down and then again, drawing nearer to Nikoly’s mouth each time. “Orin too?” he wondered, a whisper for Nikoly.
“Tiiran,” Orin warned, “have care. He will do whatever you say.”
Nikoly met Tiiran’s stare. He studied Tiiran seriously, exhaling against Tiiran’s thumb when Tiiran pressed it to his bottom lip. Then he looked over Tiiran’s head to Orin.
“Please kiss me, Orin, so Tiiran might watch.” Nikoly didn’t try to dazzle Orin; he was merely sweet. Tiiran brushed the corner of his mouth, bruised from Tiiran’s hard, awkward kisses the night before. Nikoly parted his lips to allow it, or to show Orin the marks he’d been so proud of. “He wants to see.” Nikoly looked back at Tiiran. “Please, honeybee.”
“Please, Orin ,” Tiiran corrected him, mesmerized by Nikoly’s clever loveliness. “He says you are a treat. A conniving treat, but he admires clever people, so that’s a compliment.”
“He admires you ,” Nikoly insisted, lips soft for Tiiran, gaze warm.
“I am his,” Tiiran informed Nikoly, then spent a moment breathing harder to hear it said so plainly while need flared in Nikoly’s eyes. Tiiran pushed back against Orin, his fingertips trailing across Nikoly’s jaw. “Sunflower,” Tiiran murmured, almost certainly confusing everyone. “You want that too.” Nikoly wanted this feeling and Tiiran wanted to give it to him. That made the offer easy. “So, you must ask our Master of Strays. Orin is the one to be obeyed. Isn’t that right, Orin? I don’t mind when it’s you. That’s what it is. When it’s you two, it’s all right—better than, even. There’s no tangle.”
“ Tiiran ,” Orin exhaled, worrying over Tiiran’s feelings, but not his own. Tiiran absently pulled on Orin’s arm to bring his hand to Tiiran’s plumping cock so he’d know Tiiran was feeling many things, but not fear or fear disguised as jealousy.
“Am I a stray?” Nikoly asked Tiiran, only to duck his head to examine the floor. “Oh. I am, aren’t I? For the moment.” He lowered himself to his knees before tipping his head up to look at Tiiran. He wet his bottom lip before moving his gaze to Orin. “Please may I be kissed?”
Tiiran shoved forward to drag Nikoly up by the collar of his robe, Orin’s arm keeping him from falling and bringing Orin with him. Tiiran kissed Nikoly’s hungry mouth until he ran out of air and then moved just enough to allow Orin to do the same.
Orin’s mouth was firm against Nikoly’s softness, the kiss slow, then slowing more when Nikoly pushed forward.
“Stay,” Orin breathed it against Nikoly’s waiting mouth, and Tiiran sank his teeth into his lip at how mean it was. Nikoly was good, so good, trembling but holding still, his breath hitching just before Orin kissed him again. Nikoly held himself up on his knees, straining as much as Tiiran had to on his toes. As if pleased, Orin kissed Nikoly and then kept on kissing him until Nikoly began to make the noises he had made for Tiiran the night before against Tiiran’s bedroom door. Then Orin pulled back again, still except for the hand he slid into Tiiran’s hair to drag Tiiran’s head up.
“Now you, little cat.” Orin’s voice was rough. He let Nikoly whine against his mouth and stared into his eyes even while speaking to Tiiran. “He’s waiting.”
Nikoly’s dazed eyes landed on Tiiran. “ Please .”
Tiiran took Nikoly’s face in his hands to have his mouth, still slick and warm from Orin’s. Nikoly whimpered, his long lashes against his cheek and his face hot to the touch. When Tiiran could separate himself from want and sweetness itself, he turned and didn’t have to beg, because Orin kissed him, thunder in his chest and a fist in Tiiran’s hair.
“He’s sweet, kitten. Of course, he is. Are you bothered to hear it?” Orin demanded against Tiiran’s mouth as though he didn’t know Tiiran burned all over from watching them. But Orin asked him for a reason, so Tiiran tried to focus. They had needs and he wanted to answer them.
“You are both…” he began to explain but that was all he could manage with Orin strong around him and Nikoly watching and wanting. “There’s nothing bad here now.” He passed a hand over his chest, which would have to be enough. “You’re mean,” he told Orin sincerely. “ Good mean.” He looked to Nikoly. “You’re scheming and pretty. I like that.”
He tugged Nikoly up to him again to have his way with Nikoly’s mouth. Nikoly shivered, moans slipping from him when Orin took over the kissing once more and Tiiran watched from far too close but unable to stop himself. He worried it was embarrassing, that they wouldn’t want him staring so, but then Nikoly would whine or Orin would haul Tiiran forward to take his mouth as even Orin, experienced as he was, could not stop seeking out more kisses from them.
“It’s not too much?” he worried in between another hot, slick kiss, his lips buzzing and his cheeks flushed. “You’re so good.” It was all Tiiran could think of to explain himself, clumsily caressing Nikoly’s face and longing to kiss the side of his neck again so that Orin could watch Nikoly shudder. “You could show me. How you like it. What you want. What you’ll expect from me.” He dropped a hand to his cock to rub himself over his clothes.
Orin pulled his hair so hard Tiiran gasped as his cock jumped. As if to stave off any arguments from Nikoly, Orin put his thumb over Nikoly’s shining bottom lip and left it there while he addressed Tiiran. “He’s not prepared for that. And you haven’t asked him. Fire-heart or no, neither of us want to risk hurting you. Do we, pet?” He removed his thumb from Nikoly’s lip.
“No, Orin,” Nikoly answered immediately, forever perfect.
“Do I feel hurt, you wiffle-waffles?” Tiiran snarled, sorry almost immediately but wriggling at the same time because his scalp was sore and he liked it. He looked down to Nikoly’s starry eyes. He wondered if his were black. “Orin says you’re starving, and I can’t yet give you what you need. But you can say no. Of course, you can.”
“Gentle or rough?” Nikoly asked, and Tiiran realized Nikoly wasn’t shivering; he was trembling to pieces with eagerness. “Either, Tiiran, as I told you before. I want to please. Let me. I’ll show you. I’ll prove myself. Please. My mouth, at least.” He turned to Orin. “Master of Strays?”
He was so calculating. Tiiran wanted to spill all over his beautiful face.
“ Fuck .” Orin exhaled it before turning to Tiiran.
“Yes, Orin,” Tiiran answered what Orin hadn’t asked. “Take his mouth, and I’ll watch and learn how to please you both.”
Orin was the storm now. “Then kneel, kitten.” But he lifted Tiiran from his lap when Tiiran started to tumble gracelessly down, and watched in approval as Nikoly helped settle Tiiran onto his knees at his side. Nikoly was trembling again, so Tiiran took his face in hand to soothe him.
“Soon,” he promised. “All you have to do is be good, just like you want to be.” Tiiran was bad at kisses, or so he would have said, but each one he dotted across Nikoly’s face made Nikoly smile and hold him tighter. “Do you want your mouth used?” Tiiran put his lips to that mouth and thought of Nikoly taunting him with that last night. But perhaps that was what Nikoly had actually wanted. “You can ask directly for what you want. I want to be good to you like Orin is to me. But I like it when you’re sneaky too. I shouldn’t, do you think? But I do.”
Nikoly pushed forward into Tiiran’s too-hard, too-rough embrace. “Always like I matter to you.”
Tiiran scoffed and kissed him again. “You’re special, both of you. And silly to want me so much, but I won’t say it again to avoid a smacked bottom.”
“You like a smacked bottom,” Nikoly reminded him, teasing even with his lips under Tiiran’s.
Tiiran narrowed his eyes but felt not a spark of anger. “And you like to be useful—and to be used. You see, Orin?”
Orin was fierce. “You can’t take this back, kitten. You can’t run again if you don’t like the result.”
Tiiran pulled away from Nikoly to plaster himself to Orin’s leg and rub his face on his knee. “But you’re…” Curiosity stopped him. “Orin, are you mine as I’m yours?” Then Orin’s hand was in Tiiran’s hair. Tiiran sighed, brief tension already leaving him. He had never felt so right before, not once in his entire life. All it took was Nikoly’s eager gaze and Orin’s hand in his hair. “Then you are the Master of Strays as I said. Our Master of Strays.” That was a far better categorization for Orin than odd duck . Tiiran put his chin on Orin’s knee and looked up. Orin’s heated stare was enough to make Tiiran touch himself. Orin had already seen him naked, touched his backside, so Tiiran rubbing his cock over his clothes hardly mattered. “You approve,” Tiiran realized aloud, blanketed in warmth and arousal. “But you want me to be sure.”
Tiiran was far beyond blushes now. Everyone in the library would know, and he was breathless with it.
He reached out and Nikoly came forward to meet his hand. “I have you both,” he told Orin firmly. “So let him please you, or use him, but allow me to witness. That’s why I… I thought I wasn’t wanted between you. But I am.” He glanced to Nikoly. “Orin worries a lot. That you’ll hurt me, that I’ll hurt you. But we mustn’t hurt him either.”
Nikoly gave a nod.
“Tiiran.” Orin moved in the too-small chair. Even bears could squirm.
Tiiran smiled, warm all over. “I’m not even a little tangled right now. You did such a good job, Orin.”
“Fae protect me,” Orin muttered, brushing hair from Tiiran’s face. “I’m not one of your assistants to be aggressively coddled.”
“And I am not a Master Keeper,” Tiiran returned smartly, drawing a small laugh from Nikoly.
Orin turned to him, his chin coming up as he studied Nikoly, then Nikoly and Tiiran together.
“Tiiran,” Orin finally said, voice like a heavy hand at the back of Tiiran’s neck, “tell your pet to come closer.”
A long, deep shiver went down Tiiran’s back. “Nikoly, move closer to Orin.”
Nikoly shifted to erase the small distance, repositioning himself to kneel between Orin’s knees, Tiiran right next to him on one side. Tiiran wasn’t sure if he should move away, but Orin hadn’t told him to, and anyway, he didn’t want to. He was tense in a pleasant-unpleasant way, jitters he thought might be anticipation, much like how it had felt to be naked across Orin’s lap. Nikoly could not be much better.
“Orin,” Tiiran whined, although the waiting might be part of Orin’s plan.
Nikoly bowed his head. “I haven’t ever with an audience,” he admitted in a rush, “except for the person I was pleasing. I know you’ll be kind, but I thought you should know before we begin.”
Tiiran slipped a hand to his chest, gripping Nikoly’s shirt as if that would help steady him.
Orin let go of Tiiran to curl his fingers beneath Nikoly’s chin. He swept his thumb over Nikoly’s mouth.
“Has Tiiran been imagining you at bed-parties?” Orin wondered, almost idly. “If you were, they didn’t give you what you needed, did they?”
Nikoly was breathless. “No.”
“ No, Orin ,” Tiiran corrected. Nikoly’s eyes dipped closed for a moment, then he licked his lip as well as the tip of Orin’s thumb.
“No, Orin,” Nikoly repeated. Tiiran felt a brief sting of envy at the ease with which he obeyed, but it was already fading. When Orin reached for his belt, Tiiran forgot it entirely.
Orin took out his cock so slowly Tiiran thought he was teasing too, in his way. He would have said something on it if he’d still had his voice, or a single thought that wasn’t about his mouth, suddenly too empty, too wet with spit. Beside him, Nikoly made a noise in his throat, then controlled it. Tiiran wasn’t the only one struggling at the sight of Orin’s bare cock. Orin was so much bigger than Tiiran in all ways. It was no wonder those other outguards spoke of him as they did.
Well, they couldn’t have him anymore.
“Ours,” Tiiran snarled around the spit pooling in his mouth. “You’re ours.” Orin would take other ducklings at his peril, Tiiran decided, releasing Nikoly’s shirt so he could grip his shoulder. The wet, red head of Orin’s cock filled his vision, that was, until Orin spoke, familiarly and wonderfully mean.
“Show him, pup. Do a good job.”
He didn’t even touch himself, legs spread, cock stiff and pointed upward until Nikoly made an eager sound and surged forward.
There, Nikoly stopped himself again, glancing to Tiiran. Tiiran spent several beats worried over reassuring him—or in truth, keeping himself from snarling for Nikoly to suck already—until his pounding, slow thoughts caught up to his intent.
“I’m watching,” he answered Nikoly’s silence as patiently as he could, as though he wasn’t already stretching forward to watch the flowers and vines of Nikoly’s fingers curl around Orin’s cock.
Orin made a small sound and leaned back, apparently content to let Nikoly work, but Tiiran didn’t so much as twitch his chin up to glance to him, his attention entirely on slender fingers and what—to Tiiran’s eyes—was an astonishingly thick cock, flushed and weeping, and Nikoly’s lips opening wide to let that cock in.
Tiiran didn’t breathe. His every muscle was locked. Words left him as a whine, low and pleading.
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