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It started as a joke.
“Oh, Aphelios, just the man I wanted to see. You wouldn’t believe what I found lying about in your room.”
Aphelios remains impassive, but raises his hands to sign, “Why were you in my room?”
“Because I was snooping in your stuff. Anyway,” Kayn continues before Aphelios has a chance to question him further, “it really did catch me by surprise.”
He unceremoniously tosses his find into Aphelios’ lap.
A collar. Firm brown leather lined with a soft fur trim. Aphelios observes it, then looks back up to Kayn who’s still got that shit-eating grin on his face.
“I didn’t know you were Sett’s bitch.”
Aphelios stares at him, blinks.
Then laughs. It’s an odd sound, a quiet wheeze as he hunches forward and covers his mouth.
Kayn realises his mouth has been hanging open for the past ten seconds and splutters. “What’s so damn funny?”
Aphelios shakes his head, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. He raises his hands, “Kayn, I dom. Sett is my bitch.”
“What?”
“Did you really- That’s adorable.”
Of course, of course , that’s the exact moment they’re disturbed. Mercifully, it’s only Sett, slightly winded from a workout and fumbling to kick his shoes off in the entryway.
Aphelios taps at the end table and Sett’s ears swivel toward Phel before he looks up. The way his eyes briefly flicker down to the collar still in Aphelios’ lap doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Kayn thought you were a dom.”
And Sett actually has the gall to laugh at him too. “Phel, c’mon, poor guy’s sheltered-”
Indignant, Kayn snaps, “I am not sheltered!”
“Sure man, whatever you say.”
He was floundering, his command of the situation rapidly dwindling with every passing moment. Kayn puffs himself up again, hoping his smirk is suitably convincing. “And here I thought you were a cat, Settrigh. ”
Sett cringes at the use of his full name. “Wolverine actually, Shieda .”
“Really? Turns out we were both wrong; you’re a dog, aren’t you?”
He’s really hoping that will prod a nerve so he’ll- What? Even Kayn’s not sure. Either way it fails and Sett only snorts.
“I guess I am. So what? We’re all adults here, Kayn. It’s really not that big of a deal.”
“What do you mean? It’s hilarious! Big boss Sett reduced to a puppy for our dear Aphelios. You can’t make this up!”
Aphelios clears his throat and they both glance at him. “Is it that you’re jealous?”
For once in his life, Kayn is at a loss for words. Aphelios is smiling, head slightly tilted toward Sett.
“You can be my puppy too. Would you like that?”
“I- I urh-” There was a very blatant heat flaring in his cheeks by now. “You-!”
Sett shrugs. “Think on it, yeah?”
With one last jovial slap to his shoulder, Sett plods back out of the room. Aphelios doesn’t linger for much longer either, offering one last nod before he too departs.
They were mocking him, surely.
Surely Aphelios of all people wasn’t about to share his partner so willingly-
Then again, it wasn’t Sett they were sharing.
Regardless of how he tried to distract himself, Kayn kept wandering back to the way Aphelios had smiled at him. There was no trickery in it, no malice. At least, none that he could tell. Aphelios wasn’t always so straightforward so it wasn’t like Kayn could be blamed for digging for any double meanings or ulterior motives.
Puppy was demeaning, it was humiliating, and Kayn couldn’t fathom why someone like Sett would not only partake in but welcome such treatment. Well, he could understand why he himself would, but Sett? Maybe he didn’t know him as well as he thought after all.
It takes him a week of disappointing orgasms alone in his room before he finally decides he’s had enough of dancing around it. He finds himself standing outside Aphelios’ room, hand half an inch away from the door. He hasn’t knocked, not yet. He usually doesn’t. Normally he just waltzes into whichever room takes his fancy.
So why on Earth can’t he do that now?
He doesn’t have to think on it for too long as the latch clicks and it swings open. Aphelios is there, fully clothed. He says nothing, simply looks him up and down, then opens the door wider so Kayn can step over the threshold. Aphelios’ room doesn't surprise him; it’s perfectly organised and totally without flaw. Or at least, it would be if Sett wasn’t sleeping here rather than his own room most nights.
Speaking of, Sett is already there, sitting on the bed, ears turning toward the door as it clicks shut behind Kayn. He only looks up once he’s finished typing out whatever was so interesting on his phone. Probably texting his mom, but Kayn knows there’s a time and place for that particular brand of teasing.
“Hey, was wondering if you’d take us up,” Sett says with a grin, rising to full height. Logically, he knows Sett is tall, but it rarely actually hits him with so much force. He has to tilt his head back to meet his eyes.
“I only wanted to leave you in suspense.”
“Phel was worried he’d come on too strong-”
Aphelios huffs, rolling his eyes. Kayn notes that he hasn’t locked the door as they usually do whenever sharing a night of passion . At least if he got bored he could just up and leave.
He leans back with an easy grin. “Awh, were you worried?”
“Certainly not.”
“You done this before, Kayn?” It’s said with a lilt of mirth, but Sett expects a serious answer.
He laughs. “Of course I have. What do you take me for, some sort of blushing virgin?”
Aphelios only hums, though he doesn’t look terribly convinced.
It was a half-truth. He’d done scenes before with several doms, had the scars to prove it, he just hadn’t dipped into this particular brand of debauchery. Not that it mattered, he knew he could handle whatever Aphelios threw at him.
He didn’t need to be coddled-
“Before we go any further-”
“I’m not going to get pregnant,” Kayn blurts out, “if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Aphelios and Sett exchange a glance, then Aphelios signs,
“What are your safewords?”
That earns him a scoff. “Urgh, don’t tell me you bother with that shit. I thought you were fun.”
Sett stares at him as though he’s grown two heads. “I thought you said you’ve done this before?”
“Yes? And I didn’t need safewords then either.”
“We’re not doing this unless you agree to use safewords should you need them.” Aphelios narrows his eyes. “Do you understand?”
Maybe next they’ll be doing missionary with the lights off-
“Fine, what do you propose?”
“We’ll keep it simple. Green means you’re happy to continue, yellow means you want to slow down, red means you want to stop.”
Kayn huffs, blowing some stray hair from his face. “Fine. Traffic lights, I get it. Now can we please get on with it?”
Uncertainty still gnaws at Aphelios like a persistent stray, quite apt given the circumstances. Eventually though, he relents, standing a little straighter, raising his chin.
“Very well. Undress. Both of you.”
Sett wastes absolutely no time in yanking his shirt off and wrestling with his belt. Kayn watches, in part because he’s a nosy shit but also for the smaller part of himself he’d rather pretend didn’t exist. He’s stalling and he isn’t even sure why. It’s not like they haven’t seen him shirtless before, so why won’t his arms move-
“You want a hand?” Sett asks, raising an eyebrow.
Kayn laughs. “Am I not allowed to admire what you have to offer?”
“Be my guest.”
It was enough to shake him from his stupor, undressing gracelessly and tossing his clothes into some unknown corner to be rounded up later. Aphelios is watching, head pitched slightly to the side as his gaze flickers between the two of them. Surely Sett should be less interesting, he’s probably seen him a hundred times-
Once they’re both naked, Aphelios steps closer, utterly blase, as if he’d rather be anywhere else. He only has to give Sett a look to drop him to his knees, back straight and fists on his thighs.
Kayn snorts, returning his attention to Aphelios. His chin is raised, one brow raised, still fully clothed. When Kayn doesn’t move, Aphelios signs one word,
“Kneel.”
And it’s a perfectly fine command, one Kayn doesn’t feel like following. “Make me,” he says, and Aphelios scoffs. There’s a wicked gleam in his eye as he moves closer, lithe fingers moving slowly up the back of his neck, threading their way into the soft hair.
Then Aphelios yanks and his head jerks back, baring his throat. Kayn hisses, revelling in the dull ache. Reminded of his place- Aphelios is taller than him too, he notes, only by a few inches, but the difference is really doing work at the moment. He strains against the grip, but Aphelios holds firm.
Kayn was known for how spectacularly stubborn he was, but staring down Aphelios certainly felt like a game he had zero chance in winning.
He, begrudgingly, obeys. Kayn holds his hands up and Aphelios accepts his surrender, releasing him so Kayn can lower himself to his knees beside Sett. He can feel the heat radiating off of Sett already, hearing the way his breaths quicken as Aphelios takes a step back.
“Amuse yourselves while I get ready.”
Sett’s ears perk up, as does his tail. Before Kayn can argue, he’s being dragged up into Sett’s lap. He huffs through his nose.
“How terribly forward.”
Sett only snorts. “I ain’t here to talk about the weather, Shieda.”
Sett is much too gentle. Sure, he’s totally crass with his groping and messy in his kiss, but they’re all reigned back as if he’s worried he’s going to break something. Those huge hands could be put to much better use than simply holding his face. Kayn squirms under his touch, moaning against him. He nips at Sett’s lips, testing, seeing how much he can get away with. He digs his blunt nails into Sett’s forearms and performs a needy whine. Still, Sett doesn’t bite back, he only huffs and tenses. How boring- or just well-trained.
When Sett finally pulls away, a string of saliva hangs between them for a moment. Kayn tries to follow, but catches himself before he can humiliate himself so soon.
Sett is on him again, hands moving south, pausing to squeeze as his chest. He’s buried his nose into Kayn’s throat, inhaling deeply, ears pinned back. He desperately needs those claws to dig in, even if they don't draw blood, just enough to hurt. Kayn’s panting despite himself, despite the fact that Sett has barely done anything yet-
Then Sett is looking up again. If Aphelios had tapped for their attention, Kayn hadn’t heard.
Aphelios still hasn't removed any clothes, he’s even wearing boots in the house . It must be boyfriend privileges that stops Sett from scolding him, but he’s at least making up for it by bearing gifts. Two collars, both firm leather. One of them was probably the one Kayn had found a week ago, but he couldn’t be certain.
Sett sits straighter, ears at full attention and twitching to follow Aphelios’ every move. It’s nauseating how eagerly Sett sits and waits for direction.
Without much performance, Aphelios crouches in front of Sett and Kayn watches with rapt attention. Phel presses a chaste kiss to the end of Sett’s nose as he fastens the collar into place, fingers lingering on the buckle for just a moment longer than necessary before he stands.
It only takes a few more agonising moments before Aphelios returns with a second, stepping in front of Kayn and tilting his head again. He can back out now- No, he could handle a collar, that was nothing.
Kayn raises his head, almost missing the ghost of a smile on Aphelios’ lips. The inside of the collar is much softer than he expected, the fur tickling slightly against his throat. He curses his involuntary flinch as the metal clasp slides into place. Aphelios raises a brow but Kayn only nods.
“I’m fine,” he says, and that seems enough to satisfy, even if it wasn’t his precious safeword.
It’s damn good leather. Kayn catches himself wondering why he even noticed that. The fit is snug, and Aphelios tests it by slipping two fingers under it, but even with that it still isn’t tight enough for Kayn’s liking.
He opens his mouth to complain only to catch Aphelios’ expression.
Once he’s sure he has their full attention, Aphelios signs, “I don’t want to hear a word from either of you unless it’s a safeword. Do you understand?”
They both nod. A familiar warmth settles in Kayn’s gut and he suppresses a sigh. Demanding absolute silence was a rule he’d experienced before, but not one he was very good at.
Aphelios remains crouched in front of Kayn, trailing the tips of his fingers across his skin, lower and lower. He wouldn’t have been able to miss the scars, but he says nothing. Of course he doesn’t, his hands are occupied- He certainly shouldn’t be bothered by the ones under his pecs; the guys had seen him with his shirt off plenty of times, it really wasn’t a big deal. The other scars though, they weren’t so uniform. Some were jagged, inflicted by unskilled, overzealous hands. Some just weren’t given the proper rest to heal.
Aphelios lingers on a particularly ugly one on his stomach. Kayn couldn’t really remember what had made it, probably a knife, but he was sure he’d been blindfolded when it had been inflicted. Something flickers across Aphelios’ eyes, but it’s gone as soon as it shows.
The teasing, light touches are bad enough, but coupled with the intensity of Aphelios’ gaze Kayn can’t help but squirm. It’s so not fair that he’s still fully dressed. Was it even possible to earn the privilege of seeing him naked or what that just reserved for Sett?
A hand moves lower, dancing along his hip, jolting him back to the present. Kayn holds his breath for a moment and Aphelios tilts his head. Urgh, what was that fucking stupid safeword-
“Green,” Kayn grunts and Aphelios gives the barest of smiles, rewarding him by finally, finally taking his fingers exactly where Kayn needs them-
Kayn can’t choke back the moan as they dip between his legs. It’s a cruel, long drag between his folds, not even nearly enough to satisfy. Aphelios brings them up, marvelling in the slick. He pushes them toward Kayn’s lips.
Open , is the silent command, one Kayn decides to obey. Aphelios presses the fingers against his tongue, forcing him to close his lips around them to suck. Tasting himself is a little novel, but he’s more enamoured by finally having something in his mouth. He sighs, but it’s admittedly somewhat hollow. He craves a firmer hand again, but he supposes they’re trying to suss him out before going too intense.
Kayn gazes at him through half-lidded eyes, searching for any kind of reaction, even just an uneven breath, but Aphelios is solid stone.
Somewhere to his side, he’s dimly aware of Sett’s impatient little huffs. Perhaps he just struggles when he’s not the centre of Aphelios’ universe for five minutes. And Aphelios, the heartless bastard, doesn’t even spare him a glance.
Aphelios eventually retrieves his fingers and Kayn does not whine at the loss. Aphelios stands again, keeping his wet fingers under Kayn’s chin and tilting his head back to follow. Sure, he’ll play along, he’s already totally fucking soaked from all the teasing.
Aphelios lifts a foot only to drop it closer to Kayn with a heavy thud, braced on the heel, toe pointed upward. Kayn can only blink for a few seconds as his mind rapidly attempts to catch up. Oh, Phel wants him to- Like a dog -
He’s taking this pretty literally-
Kayn would laugh at the idea outright. It’s utterly degrading, totally filthy, and wildly impractical. How the hell is he supposed to get enough friction to make it worth his time? But he can’t deny the thrill that tickles his spine. Oh, how depraved-
He looks up again to meet Aphelios’ eyes. His head is tilted again, one brow raised. Kayn takes it as a challenge.
He shuffles forward on his knees and Aphelios slides his boot further to meet him halfway. Initially, as Kayn settles against it he just feels odd, as though he’s totally missing the point. So he presses harder, sighs and tries to roll his hips to match when Aphelios pushes harder. It really does feel filthy, like he’s some cheap whore in a back alley. But he’s pretty sure Aphelios wouldn’t look at any old whore the way he’s looking at Kayn right now.
He feels like a pinned butterfly, unable to stop the shiver rushing through him as Aphelios raises his chin further, almost beyond what he was capable of. Kayn is so exposed, the pressure of the boot bordering on painful. He can’t stop the pitiful little mewl that rises from him. The mess he was leaving on Aphelios’ boot would have given more gratification if he was more lucid, but in his current state he was only interested in chasing the solid press of the sole against his core.
“Fuck, Phel, I-”
The boot draws back and Kayn keens at the loss.
“No, shit. Give it back-”
Aphelios tuts and raises his hands. “Good boys don’t speak unless they’re told to, Kayn.”
And he can’t help but whimper at that. Fucking bastard.
Kayn hunches forward, rasping for air even as his soaked cunt twitches. How the hell could Aphelios stand to not only deny but ignore such a sight before him? Kayn was but a hair’s breadth away from launching himself at Phel to finish himself off- But he resisted, tightening his fists enough that his hands burned and his nails ached.
With Kayn effectively in time out, Aphelios turns his attention back to Sett. Kayn can’t help but look down and swears his mouth waters at the sight. Much like every other part of him, his dick is massive, and- Wait, is that a knot? Sett has a knot. Huh. He’s not even sure why he’s surprised at this point. No wonder Aphelios seemed to always top, Kayn was pretty sure taking a dick that big would split him in half.
Poor thing looks like he’s about to cry when Aphelios shoves the boot toward him. It’s like the heavens themselves have spilled open like rain after a drought to grant him relief at long last. He doesn’t even bother working his way up, grinding hard into the firm boot with a moan that even makes Kayn blush.
Sett ruts against it mindlessly, depraved and shameless, as if Kayn isn’t even there, as if the only thing keeping him breathing was grinding into Phel like a man possessed. His fingers twitch in his lap, desperate to reach for Aphelios but knowing better than to try. His eyes are screwed shut, breaths coming in shallow gasps.
Aphelios’ is smiling, almost endearingly. He eases a hand into Sett’s hair and scratches at the base of his ear. It punches a whine from him, pushing up into Aphelios’ touch. Aphelios tilts his foot up until it rests on the heel, shoving the toe into Sett’s taint and earning another filthy choked noise as his head sags forward.
There’s a click as Aphelios jerks on the leash and Sett sits to attention, correcting his posture. Or at least, he tries to, he’s still rolling his hips downward with frantic stuttering movements.
“Good boy,” Aphelios signs and Sett melts, slumping forward as his ears flatten against his head.
Something flares up inside him as Kayn watches the display. He’s sure he should be disgusted by how easily Sett gets off on being told what to do, following his directions without question. Half of the fun was goading and working up his doms into doling out punishment. But there’s something about the way Aphelios is looking at Sett that preens in his stomach like a spoiled cat.
Kayn eases a hand downward, ignoring how it shakes as he slides it between his thighs-
A snap of fingers makes him drop both hands back to his sides. He tempts a glance at Aphelios who’s staring straight back, completely unamused.
“No touching.”
There’s nothing to stop him, nothing physically at least. Even if Kayn started jerking off Aphelios would have to detangle himself from Sett before he could reach him. Maybe he’d be too comfortable to even bother. Unlikely, given how closely he’d been watched without even realising.
The sound Sett makes when Aphelios retracts his boot is utterly soul destroying. How could Aphelios be so heartless? No, it’s not offbrand for him to be a cruel bastard, Kayn’s realised many, many times over the years he’s known him. He almost expected Aphelios to tie Sett’s leash to the bed frame before returning to him, but instead it only drops to the ground.
Aphelios stands in front of Kayn again, lifting his head with his fingers and wiping the drool from his chin. He struggles to steady his breathing as Aphelios stares at him, shifting his weight as he fails to find a comfortable position.
Then Aphelios releases him, ensuring Kayn is still watching as he signs,
“Do you wish to redeem yourself?”
And Kayn nods much too eagerly, despite himself, but when Aphelios rewards him with a fleeting hand through his hair he decides it’s worth it.
The boot slides forward again and Kayn prepares to grind against it once more when he’s stopped by that hand in his hair tightening sharply. He hisses and looks upward.
“Clean this up. With your mouth.”
Kayn screws his eyes shut to avoid cursing aloud, the air suddenly sapped from his lungs. Something in his gut twists, but whatever it is, it certainly isn’t the revulsion he expects. He looks upward again through his lashes and Aphelios is tilting his head again. Kayn blows a huff through his nose, but lowers himself regardless of his feigned protest.
He makes sure to meet Aphelios’ heavy gaze as he slips the tip of his tongue just past his teeth, half an inch shy of its proper place. Aphelios doesn’t humour him, shoving the boot into his face.
Kayn recovers swiftly and sets to work. It really is a state, wet with his own slick and Sett’s pre, now assaulted by his own saliva as he drags his tongue over the hard leather. He checks above him and if Aphelios is getting anything out of this, he doesn’t show it. He only presses the boot further to urge Kayn to pick up the pace.
He breathes through his nose as he tirelessly works his way up, sighing and whining as he goes. His eyes slip shut at some point and he doesn’t realise until Aphelios is pulling the boot away, an obscene line of spittle still connecting him to it.
Aphelios inspects his handiwork with a hum, then beckons for Sett. He immediately shuffles over on his knees, offering up his forgotten leash.
Aphelios yanks Sett up as he leans down, meeting him in the middle for a kiss, sloppy and totally betraying Aphelios’ need. Kayn eyes the front of his pants, wondering just how soaked he’d be under those layers.
Wondering how he’d taste-
A snap disrupts his thoughts and he looks to Aphelios.
“Sett’s going to fuck you, Kayn. Since you’re so sure you can handle it.”
Well, obviously he could. Finally his talents were being recognised. Still, he spares a glance toward Sett and, fuck, he wasn’t even sure if it would all fit-
Aphelios retrieves a bottle from the nightstand and he gestures for Kayn to stay in position, pausing briefly to spread his legs a little wider.
Kayn holds his breath involuntarily until the first finger breaches his hole, slick with lube and his own wetness. The sound is vulgar and damn near pornographic, but Kayn tries his best to relax. One finger already feels like too much, but he spares another glance to Sett, how his cock twitches and leaks, and remembers what’s to come.
Kayn lets out a series of progressively frustrated sighs as Aphelios works his way up to two, then three. He’s only efficient as he stretches Kayn, pointedly avoiding the little bundle of nerves he so desperately wants pummelled into oblivion. He can’t be getting too excited, not yet.
Sett is straining at this point, coiled and ready to pounce the moment he gets the go ahead. Kayn wonders what sort of spell Aphelios would have perfected to have such control over a man like Sett.
Withdrawing his fingers once he was satisfied, Aphelios holds them against the rim for just long enough to make Kayn wriggle, then finally takes them back and wipes them on his trousers.
He doesn’t have much time to lament the loss before he even realises he’s moved, Sett is behind him, above him, hands clutching his hips like a lifeline.
Then he feels Sett’s cock catch against his hole and his mind blanks. All that consumes him in that moment is the broad head nudging against him, how it would only take another half inch to-
Aphelios signs something, but he doesn’t catch it as Sett eases his way in, inch by agonising inch. He’s gonna die, split apart by the size of Sett’s dick. Wouldn’t be a bad way to go, but would be pretty rough on them. He focuses on getting enough air into his lungs, spreading his legs wider to accommodate the sheer size of him.
Losing himself in the sensation, Sett slips, his hips jerking the last few inches to the hilt with a desperate moan. Kayn would deny the whimper it punches from him later, but he tries to roll his hips back, egging him on. Sett lets out a needy whine, but reigns himself in. Or maybe it’s Aphelios’ ironclad grip on his leash that grounds him.
“Phel-” Sett sighs.
Aphelios raises his free hand up, pressing a finger to his own lips. Sett can only groan in response, quivering with the effort. It earns him a gentle scratch behind the ear and Sett makes such a sweet moan that Kayn can’t help but clench around him.
There’s something vaguely like a snapping sound above him and Kayn drags up his heavy head until he realises Aphelios is snapping his fingers for their attention.
“Fuck him slowly,” he signs once they’re both looking, “he’s not used to someone as big as you.”
Kayn wants nothing more than for Sett to be unleashed upon him, pound him into the ground like a bitch in heat. But Aphelios, fucking Aphelios, he’s got him figured out. He’s keeping him on edge, keeping Sett on such a tight leash that he can only roll his hips in slow, shallow thrusts.
And for all the greedy moans that pour from his lips, Kayn can’t seem to tempt Sett into breaking his precious master’s rules. He crumples into a pathetic heap beneath Sett’s bulk and whimpers. It’s too intense but barely enough to satisfy. He feels like a toy, already used up and dirty.
There’s another snap and both of them look up to Aphelios.
“You may speak again, both of you.”
A torrent of curses flood from Sett, bracing himself with one arm as he leans further over Kayn, chest flush against his back. His skin is scorching to touch and Kayn shudders as a bead of sweat drips from his nose.
“Please,” Kayn whines, crushing his face harder against the floor, “I can take more.”
Aphelios tuts above him. When Kayn doesn’t follow the sound, a hand yanks his head back by the hair. Kayn hisses as he meets Aphelios’ eyes, blank and totally indiscernible.
“Please,” he chokes out again, wriggling his hips back, “please make him go faster.”
Aphelios hums and if Kayn didn’t know any better, he’d think he was bored. He curls the leash around his hand tighter, the leather creaking against his hand.
The growl it pulls from Sett’s throat has Kayn whining. “Fuck- please!”
Aphelios gives the leash a tug and Sett thrusts so hard Kayn briefly sees stars, then he’s still again, buried to the hilt. He chokes around his moan, struggling to decide whether he wants to pull away or push closer. His vision swims and dips, blotchy and fogged.
His hair is released and there’s another few snaps in front of him. Kayn blearily looks up to Aphelios once more.
“You’re so pretty like this, Kayn,” he signs and it’s just too much. It’s overwhelming, flooding his being and melting down to his core. Tears breach his defences and Kayn doesn’t care now, he just needs to be fucked more than he needs to breathe.
Another snap, he struggles to refocus but eventually finds Aphelios. Thankfully, he seems to be feeling patient. “Want him to breed you?”
Kayn keens, rolling his hips incessantly. “Please!”
Aphelios clicks his tongue and tugs at the leash. Sett immediately follows.
“Phel, fuck-”
“How does he feel?”
“Fuckin’ amazing,” Sett groans, jerking his hips in a shallow thrust. Aphelios brushes his fingers through his hair, humming in amusement.
“Do you want to fuck him?”
“Please, Phel.”
That earns him another kiss, though this one more chaste.
“Kayn?”
He gives a confused, lost little groan.
“What is your colour?”
Oh, Kayn was going to kill him after this. “Are you fucking- Green, it’s fucking green, just-”
“Then fuck him.”
The hand on his hip suddenly tightens enough to bruise, claws pricking his skin. The familiar flush of pain cloys his nerves like sickly sweet syrup. They just need to dig in a little further to bleed- It wouldn’t be hard for him, would barely take any effort, just a little more-
He lets out a shuddering breath, but he isn’t given much of a chance to revel in it before Sett begins moving in earnest.
It’s so much, every nerve alight and blaring as Sett slams into him. He’s so deep, it almost makes him nauseous, swirling in his gut.
Even though he’s certain he can feel Sett in his stomach, Kayn twists his head back and scoffs, “Is that- gah, the best you can do? Come on! I’m- nh, falling asleep here-”
Sett actually snarls, and yes- pain shoots through his hip, tingling and blossoming outward. The next thrust makes him howl, white spots dancing in his vision.
He can’t breathe, holy shit he can’t breathe. Every jerk of Sett’s hips pounds the air straight from his lungs.
Still, when Kayn meets his eyes, Aphelios appears only mildly amused by their antics. He tilts his head and signs,
“You take him so well, such a good boy. ”
Kayn wails and drops his head to the floor with a dull thunk. His thighs are shaking so harshly now that Sett moves the hand from his hip to curve around his stomach, forcing him up and back onto his cock.
With each movement, he feels the snag of the knot, swelling more with every passing moment. How the fuck was it still getting bigger? It was already becoming harder to keep even, the effort of pushing it past the rim forcing some feral sounds from Sett’s throat.
Kayn, eloquent as ever, chokes around a string of obscenities, “Shit, holy shit-”
“You’re- fuck, making such a fucking mess, Kayn,” Sett growls out, punctuating it with a brutal thrust.
Kayn can only moan uselessly in response, his wit having dried up quite a while ago. His body has no choice but to surrender itself to the onslaught of bliss, drooling down his chin. It was as though his entire being had been reduced to sensation, the burning agony of ecstasy that overwhelmed all reason.
Thank God they had soundproof rooms-
Kayn’s not even sure exactly when he cums, somewhere between Aphelios holding his face and Sett skirting his claws against his soft belly, but it hits him with all the force of a typhoon. He’s vaguely aware of the sound of slick dripping to the rug beneath them, but he can’t find the strength to care.
He knows exactly when Sett cums, however. The last few thrusts are arhythmic and especially hard, like he thinks he really can breed Kayn, the growl that tears from him damn near feral.
Then he howls and slams in one final time. The knot grows, catching on his rim and pulling a pathetic little mewl from Kayn as it swells. Sett shudders, revelling in the feeling as he rides out the lingering aftershocks.
He’s never been knotted, Kayn realises, unless some of his toys count. There’s an ache that borders on painful as it tugs at his rim, and he’s dimly aware of Sett cursing somewhere above him. Kayn pulls himself against it, whimpering at how it throbs inside him.
God, there’s so much, he’s too full, and somehow Sett is still cumming. Wave after wave, twitching and rutting in shallow rolls of his hips. Kayn takes a shaking hand and presses it to his stomach. He swears it feels bloated, but it might just be the delirious heat driving him mad.
Sett catches himself before he collapses on top of Kayn, hot panting right against his neck. The knot tugs at his rim making him whimper and Sett plants a little kiss behind his ear in apology.
Aphelios raises his head in both hands, wiping the spit from his chin. Kayn can’t help but lean into the sensation, malleable and dozy. That earns him a soft chuckle and Aphelios raises one hand to sign,
“Good boy.”
If he weren’t already spent, that would have ignited him again. As it was, it only pushes a needy little sound from his throat.
None of them want to be the first to break the moment, the room cloaked in the smell of sweat and sex, only punctuated by heavy panting. Eventually, Aphelios decides he must and rises to his feet, padding just out of Kayn’s sight. He thinks he hears the sound of those boots being tossed off, but then his thoughts are jolted back to-
“Shit, sorry. You’re gonna have to- to hang tight for a sec.”
“How- Fuck,” Kayn grumbles, suddenly much more lucid, “how long does it stay like that?”
Sett blinks a few times and laughs, but it’s a breathy, broken sound. “Couple of- ah, minutes usually, you’ll live.”
His knot is still throbbing, red hot and intense. Kayn shifts slightly and winces. “Urgh.”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head.” Then, closer to the shell of his ear, “I know one way to pass the time.”
Kayn allows Sett manhandle him up into his lap, the two of them hissing every time they jostle the knot too forcefully. He leans back against Sett’s chest as he catches his breath, not having the energy to brush his sweaty hair from his face.
Dimly, he notices Aphelios step closer. At some point, he’s lost his trousers, slick glistening in the low light.
His lips loll open automatically, tilting his head upward as Aphelios closes the distance. His cunt slots against Kayn’s mouth like it was always meant to be there and they both groan at the feeling. Kayn is vaguely aware of Sett’s hand in his hair, holding him in place. Even though he knows Sett would let him back off if he really wanted to, part of him hopes he'll dig in those claws and anchor him in place.
“You can brace your hands there-” Sett’s voice is right next to him, hot breath scorching his neck as he guides Kayn’s hands up to rest on Aphelios’ thighs. “That’s it, get right in there.”
There’s no real technique in how Kayn drags his tongue through the folds, up to his cock where he sucks greedily. The sounds he’s making are obscene, and he whines as he feels lost slick drip down his chin.
“Ain’t you just a natural? You’re doing so well, such a good boy. ”
Kayn tries to clench his legs as far as they’ll go, still split across Sett’s lap and chokes on a desperate whine. His eyes roll back as he pushes his tongue deeper. It only earns a little sigh from Aphelios but it’s enough to drive him crazy. For all his composure, Aphelios is soaked , hole loose and oh, so tempting. He so desperately wants to fuck that pretty little cunt, but he supposes it’s off limits for tonight’s excitement. Not like he’d have the energy at this point.
It doesn’t take long for Aphelios to tense above him, finally cracking as his moan tapers off into a high pitched cry. He sags forward, supporting himself up on Sett’s shoulder as he shudders through his own completion. Kayn takes as much as he can, but it still covers his face. Sett says something, but he doesn’t catch it as the harmony of filth pours from Aphelios’ lips. He would have collapsed if Sett didn’t catch him, helping him to the floor.
They all slump like that on the rug for quite some time, accompanied only by their gradually steadying breathing. Aphelios shuffles and leans over Kayn’s shoulder to kiss Sett, messy and totally uncoordinated. Kayn lets them have their little moment until he feels his legs cramp and he begins to pout and huff.
Aphelios is smiling as he stands, padding toward the en suite and disappearing inside. Kayn can’t follow as Sett has leaned him forward, the two of them hissing at the movement. His knot has settled considerably compared to how it was earlier, but he’s still far too sensitive for another round.
“I’m gonna pull out, yeah?” Sett says, barely above a whisper. Kayn only nods.
It’s not graceful, but he supposes there’s no way to make it so. Kayn winces as it drags against every sensitive nerve on the way, shaking by the time it slips out of him. He’s so empty, he dreads to think of the state of his cunt-
Without the support Kayn flops over onto his side, grimacing as the excess dribbles out and over his thighs. The rug is damp below him, but he can’t bear to shift himself over while he catches his breath.
He does recover much faster than Sett seems to though, wobbling up to his feet and bracing himself on the bed frame with one hand.
“Well, I appreciate all the attention , gentlemen, but I really should be-”
That seems to ignite a surge of energy in Sett as he too stumbles upward and catches his arm. “No way. At least let us clean you up first. Ezreal isn’t gonna let you live this down if he sees you wandering about like that. Besides,” he grins, “you still got your collar.”
Kayn’s fingertips grace the leather around his neck and he forgets to breathe for a second. Then a warm flush overtakes his cheeks and he glances away. Begrudgingly, he lets Sett drag him back to the bed, where Aphelios is gesturing for them to sit. He prods at Kayn until he leans back on his hands, giving Aphelios more space to work as he wipes him down with a warm cloth. He’s not even sure why he just lets it happen, maybe he can’t think of anything suitably witty to bite at them, but Aphelios seems happy. Once the collar is off, Kayn rolls his neck and sighs. He’s shocked by how much he misses the weight of it.
Once he’s tidied up, Aphelios signs, “Water?”
Kayn shrugs, which Aphelios takes as a yes and passes him a bottle from the bedside table as he moves to clean up Sett. Both collars end up somewhere on the floor with their abandoned clothes, which Kayn can’t help but feel a little sad about. He only takes a few sips from the offered bottle as he not so subtly watches Aphelios work. Sett is still staring up at him like Aphelios is the centre of his universe, disgustingly adoring.
When Aphelios kisses him again, Kayn decides he’s seen enough. But for whatever reason, he can’t bring himself to leave. Not yet, not when the bed is so soft beneath him. He flops back on the bed and rolls over, finding a very interesting patch of wall to stare at while he attempts to reign his wandering mind. He doesn’t quite catch whatever Sett whispers to Aphelios, but it’s probably something mushy and gross.
He’s just about drifting off when the bed dips behind him and Sett his poking his shoulder.
“Hey, we ain’t kicking you out, but you’d probably be more comfortable under the covers, yeah?”
“He lets you on the bed?” Kayn scoffs, “And here I thought dogs slept on the floor.”
“He’s a soft touch, really.”
Aphelios rolls his eyes and sticks out his tongue as he clambers into bed, thoroughly sandwiching Kayn between the two of them. He snakes an arm over Kayn’s side, the other propping up his own head. He’s still wearing his shirt, Kayn notes, but decides not to mention it. He’s too tired for that conversation.
Sett presses his full body against Kayn’s back, bundling his arms around his waist and dragging him back. Kayn would protest but he’s too bone tired.
“I’m gonna hurt in the morning,” Kayn mutters into the pillow.
Sett gives a stiff chuckle. “Hah, yeah, sorry. Got kinda carried away there.”
“Urgh, I wish you’d gone harder,” Kayn says without looking up.
There’s a brief pause, then Sett says, “sure, maybe next time.”
Someone turns out the lights and they fall quiet, only disturbed by steady breathing and the occasional ruffle of fabric.
Between them, Kayn is warm, secure , as if nothing could ever dream of touching him while he was safe in their arms. He should have hated it, or at least wriggled and complained a little more. He should be appalled by just how easily he accepts it, what on earth must they think of him?
Instead Kayn finds himself sinking deeper, sighing as he hides himself in Phel’s shoulder.
A hand comes up, he thinks it’s Phel’s, and strokes through his hair, slow and soft, so unlike how he’d been yanked about earlier. Part of him knows he should offer some snark at least if he wants to avoid sinking any further, but there’s a profound exhaustion weighing down his bones. Usually he’d have been thrown out by this point, so it’s admittedly all a little novel. Kayn chases the feeling like a needy cat, sighing at the warmth that seeps through his tired muscles.
He suddenly realises he can’t remember the last time he was held like this.
“Hey, you’re okay,” Sett rumbles by his ear and he wonders what the hell he’s talking about-
Oh. Oh. He’s crying.
Pathetic and blubbering, puffy faced and disgusting. Urgh, this is so-
Aphelios is wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he whimpers, squeezing tightly. His hold is firm, keeping him from tumbling into the void, Sett’s chest almost scalding against his back.
Kayn takes a deep, shuddering breath and brings his shaking hands around Aphelios’ back, fingers twisting into his shirt.
He breathes out.
He’s going to be okay.