Page 19 of The Lost Art of Finding Where You Belong (Lost Arts #2)

Arvus reached out and grabbed those beautiful globes, massaging them in his hands, and Molun let out a low groan of enjoyment.

Arvus spread his cheeks and ran his thumb down the crease, brushing across Molun’s hole.

Molun made another really pretty sound, and Perian unfastened his trousers, because there was no way he was going to be able to watch this without getting off.

Molun moaned when Arvus steadily pushed a finger inside him. Perian pulled out his cock.

“Mm,” Arvus made an appreciative sound. “Did you get ready for us, baby? ”

“Oiled up just how you like,” Molun said, voice betraying how turned on he was. “Like it when you fill me up.”

“Going to fill you all the way up,” Arvus promised, voice low, and Perian swirled his fingers around the head of his cock, catching the copious precome and smearing it around.

He stroked himself slowly, not wanting this to be over too soon but needing some sort of stimulation as Arvus worked Molun open with a second finger and then a third.

The sounds alone were enough to get Perian off, and he needed to squeeze the base of his cock a few times to ensure he didn’t come too soon.

Arvus slicked himself up with oil from a bottle Perian hadn’t even noticed, and then he lined himself up and pushed inside Molun in a long, slow glide, not stopping until he was balls-deep.

Perian was pretty sure he was panting as hard as Molun was, gripping his cock like he could imagine it was him thrusting into Molun, wondering what it would feel like if Arvus were doing this to him instead.

Arvus paused, thankfully, giving Perian (and presumably Molun, who was actually experiencing this for real) a moment to catch his breath and calm down a bit.

Perian hadn’t expected it to feel quite this intense. He’d always enjoyed the shows that he’d watched at the house of pleasure, but he didn’t remember them feeling like this .

Some people, he knew, didn’t get off on watching other people.

They said it just made them feel left out or uncomfortable.

In this moment, watching the two of them, breathing in this shared space, touching himself because he was so turned on by what they were doing to one another, it didn’t feel like he could be more involved.

They were all breathing heavily, they were all sweaty and warm and aroused.

It was as perfect as it could get without Brannal.

And then Arvus started to move, Molun started to make more beautiful sounds of want and pleasure, and Perian felt like he was going to lose his mind.

He did his best to align his strokes with Arvus, mimicking his motion, slower and then faster again, teasing Molun, extending the pleasure.

Arvus clearly wanted to draw it out, and that was fun, too, listening to Molun’s sounds get more desperate, his need driven higher and higher, the tension growing more and more intense until it fogged the air and Perian felt like he was bathing in it, it was so potent, and one of the loveliest things he had ever experienced.

“Please, please, please,” Molun was saying over and over, and Perian wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t whispering it too, begging for release at the same time that he was glorying in the play.

“Touch yourself,” Arvus ordered.

Molun sobbed with relief, hand flying along his cock, and it wasn’t more than three strokes until he was crying out and coming, Perian’s release mirroring Molun’s. Arvus thrust another handful of times, and then his hips were jerking, and he was burying himself in Molun’s ass.

Perian slumped back against the chair, feeling the best sort of sex-drunk, not sure he was going to be able to move ever again.

It was silent for a long moment, just the sound of their labored breathing beginning to slow, and then Perian got to watch as Arvus carefully pulled out of Molun, making sure that he felt good, wiping him clean, helping him up.

Then their attention fell to him.

“All right?” Arvus asked.

“That was so amazing,” he told them.

They both smiled, and Molun looked almost as sated as Perian felt.

“You ready for bed?” Arvus asked.

“If it means not ever moving from this chair, yes,” Perian agreed.

Arvus offered him a soft smile. “We need to move a little.”

Perian made a noise of protest, which Molun echoed.

Arvus eyed them, and then said, “Perian, just give me a minute.”

He made an agreeable sound, because that didn’t sound like he needed to move, so he was on board with it. Arvus and Molun disappeared, and Perian closed his eyes. Though he vaguely remembered something about sleeping and chairs maybe not being a great idea, he was sure this would be fine.

He roused to a touch on his shoulder. Arvus was there again, and he’d apparently pulled on sleep trousers. Perian made a sleepy sound of protest.

“What?”

Perian kind of gestured at his bottom half.

Arvus smirked when he realized what Perian meant.

“You can see it again later.”

Perian nodded. That was all right, then .

“Is it all right if I clean you up?” Arvus asked.

Perian nodded.

Arvus carefully wiped him clean, touch gentle but methodical, nothing sexual in it. It was nice to be taken care of. Arvus even remembered to spread the salve carefully over Perian’s wound and then re-wrap it.

“You’re smart,” Perian told him. “And kind. And really sexy. Thank you.”

Arvus smiled gently at him. “You’re very welcome, Perian. Now, I think you should come to bed with us, all right?”

He nodded. As long as it didn’t involve actually moving, it sounded good to him. Arvus huffed out a laugh, and then leaned close, and a moment later, Perian was in his arms.

“S’nice,” Perian said. He burrowed closer to the other man’s neck, pressing his nose into his skin. “Not as nice as Brannal, but nice.”

He felt the rumble of another laugh in Arvus’s chest. “I’m glad. Here we are.”

And sure enough, a moment later, Perian was set down on a bed where it looked like Molun was already sleeping.

What a good idea. He scooted over and wrapped an arm around Molun.

The bed dipped again, and a moment later, another warm body was pressed up against him from behind.

So much sleepy satisfaction. So, so good.

A kiss was pressed to the top of his head.

“Sleep.”

Yes, that was a very good idea.

Perian woke feeling warm and very, very content, and after a moment, he remembered why.

Although Brannal wasn’t back yet, and Perian’s arm ached, he was sandwiched between Molun and Arvus after watching them put on the most amazing show yesterday.

Like, truly, it had been an honor to be able to watch it.

He just lay there, basking in the connection to the two men.

He realized he could feel Arvus’s erection pressed against him again, and it weirdly just filled him with a feeling of contentment.

They’d done something amazingly sexual the night before while respecting all of Perian’s concerns about sex without Brannal, and this morning felt like an extension of that, everything already figured out.

He lay between the two men, drifting in and out of sleep until Arvus roused behind him.

“Mm, good morning,” he said, voice rough with sleep.

“Morning,” Perian agreed.

“How are you feeling?” Arvus asked.

“The most gloriously fucked I have ever felt without actually being fucked,” Perian assured him.

Arvus laughed, and Molun squirmed in front of Perian and said, “Same. Except actually fucked. That was awesome.”

Perian grinned. “It really was.”

He was so glad they all seemed to feel the same way. It was only belatedly occurring to him that this could have been awkward, but it somehow wasn’t at all.

“We don’t have to get out of bed, do we?” Molun asked.

Arvus’s arm tightened from where it was laid across both of them.

“You present a most tempting picture, but we really do.”

Molun groaned an exaggerated sound of disappointment, one that Perian wanted to echo, because truly, he could imagine just lying here forever.

Another kiss was pressed to the top of Perian’s head.

“You can stay here and sleep in, if you like. But you”—Perian saw Arvus’s long arm poke at Molun—“need to get to work.”

Perian could hear the pout in Molun’s voice.

“Don’t wanna. Want to stay here with you and Perian where it’s warm.” He yawned. “M’tired.”

“We’re going to be late,” Arvus scolded.

“M’hm,” Molun agreed, not sounding like this bothered him in the slightest.

Arvus sighed and then the bed moved as he climbed out. But because he was the nicest man in the world, he carefully arranged the covers again, tucking them in around Perian.

“A few more minutes,” Arvus said. “That’s it.”

“I love you,” Molun mumbled.

Arvus huffed a breath, but Perian could hear the smile in his voice. “I love you too, baby.”

Perian pressed his face into Molun’s back, and Molun made a contented sound.

“Five more minutes,” he murmured, and then Perian heard his breathing even out and realized he’d gone right back to sleep.

Perian was oddly not actually sleepy, but he was still full of languid contentment, like yesterday’s orgasm just had the best staying power ever.

He was pretty sure he was actually capable of walking this morning, which was good, as he couldn’t really expect Arvus to carry him around everywhere.

He blushed a little as he remembered that Arvus had needed to clean him up because Perian hadn’t even been able to manage that much, but Arvus had been kind about it. (Perian was pretty sure that without him, Perian would have woken this morning stuck to the chair.)

He listened to the sounds of Arvus getting ready, splashing in the water closet and then coming back to the bedroom to get dressed. Surely, this meant Molun really did need to get up. It wasn’t nearly as tempting to stay in bed if no one else was in it. In fact, it wasn’t appealing at all.

With a sigh, Perian crawled out of bed, to the immediate protest of Molun, who roused with the movement.

“Nooo. Why are you leaving me?”

Perian laughed. “So that you’ll be on time for work and don’t lose your job and can happily live in the castle for years and years to come.”

“Too early for logic,” he protested. “Don’t want it.”

Arvus leaned down and kissed the other man, gently but firmly on the lips. “Come on, baby. Time to start the day.”

With a sigh, Molun gave in to the inevitable and headed for the water closet. Perian stretched. The wound pulled on his left arm, and he retracted it quickly.

“How are you feeling?” Arvus asked, because he was observant like that.

“Really good,” Perian assured him.

“And how’s the arm?” he asked more pointedly.

“It… twinges?” Perian said. “Aches a little, I guess. Very different from a burn. But it feels much better than it did yesterday.”

“Let’s get the bandage off,” Arvus instructed .

And since they’d done everything together last night, Perian couldn’t even find it in himself to protest. Arvus carefully unbound the wound, fingers gentle as they touched the skin.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“The doctor told me to check for redness, warmth, and dizziness. There’s been none of that.” He lifted his arm, did his best to hide his wince, and looked at it. “Seems all right.”

“Yes, it looks good,” Arvus agreed.

Molun emerged from the water closet, and Arvus held up a handkerchief.

“A hand, if you please.”

It was wet a moment later, and Arvus carefully cleaned off yesterday’s salve.

“That’s really handy,” Perian said.

“Sure is,” Molun agreed cheerfully. “I can wet anything you like.” He came closer to look at the wound. “Looks like it’s all right.”

Perian nodded.

Arvus smeared more salve on and rebandaged it, then made sure that Perian had another tonic.

“Thank you both,” Perian said. “For last night and today. You’ve been wonderful.”

“You too,” Arvus assured him.

Perian scoffed a little, because he didn’t think he’d done much, but Molun reached out and squeezed his right hand.

“We mean it,” he told Perian earnestly. “Because I’m not saying we don’t have amazing sex on our own: obviously, we do. But it was extra amazing with you last night, knowing you were watching us and getting off on it.”

Arvus nodded in agreement. “It really was.”

Perian thought back to his own show with Brannal, and he had to agree there had been an added factor of enjoyment knowing these two were watching and liking it so much. He nodded.

“Thank you. It really has been great. But I’m going to go get cleaned up and have breakfast.”

“You’re welcome to join us,” Molun offered.

But Perian shook his head. “No, the two of you need to start your day, and I need to start mine as well. I’ll see you later, all right?”

“Dinner?” Arvus suggested.

Perian nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

Part of him wondered if he was depending too heavily on them, but they seemed to enjoy it, and he enjoyed it, and he’d kind of had a trying couple of days… Arvus had said it was good to get support when it was on offer and you needed it. Perian would try to concentrate on that.

He was going off on his own right now because that was part of his routine, and Arvus and Molun had jobs to do, but they would get together again later just like they’d been doing all week.

“See you later,” Perian told them.

“If you wind up hurt again, I’m serious about figuring out how to throw fireballs,” Molun threatened.

Perian laughed. “Got it.”

He remembered to retrieve the shirt they’d discarded last night but didn’t bother to put it on, since he’d need a fresh one for the day, and headed back to Brannal’s room.

He went into the water closet and cleaned up, careful of his newly-bandaged arm. The help really had been nice.

Perian changed into clothes for the day, moving slowly to get everything done up without hurting himself, and then sat down at the table to enjoy the breakfast that was laid out for him because Brannal had wanted to make sure he was fed while he was away.

Perian had lots of people who cared for him now. It would be different when he went back home—although maybe he could also change things there. He didn’t think he was suddenly going to become best friends with his employees, but perhaps he could reduce some of the distance his father had imposed?

If things didn’t end badly here, he could hopefully have people come visit, just like he and Renny had talked about (even if getting her there was probably going to be a challenge, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen eventually).

It was beginning to feel like Perian had more options than ever before, and he relished them.