You link your arm with his. Bare skin resting against the expensive wool suit jacket. You can feel Sylus’ urge to unlink and wrap his arm around your waist instead, a possessive claim on you as he slowly – boredly – looks the man before him over from head to toe. “Seems you’ve befriended a dog, kitten.”
Valko, whose expression had been so carefully neutral until this moment, couldn't help but bear his canines. You can’t help but pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing softly as you squeeze Sylus’ arm just a tad tighter.
“I told you to be nice, Sy. He’s a good friend.” Ironically, the word friend seems to agitate the wolf more than being called a dog. “It’s a pleasure to meet the infamous leader of Onychinus.” Valko starts, adjusting his collar and trying to work through his own inner turmoil.
“Likewise, it’s a pleasure to meet the dog my wife has talked so highly of… whose thoughts of her are so very loud…” A cool wave of tension etches its way through every part of your body. Your gaze immediately slid up towards the crimson glow of Sylus’ eye. “Sylus.”
“S’alright, little lamb. He’s not wrong.” Now, your head is whipping towards Valko. An incredulous look crosses your face as you wonder what the hell the man could be thinking admitting this to your husband. “Can’t help myself when I’m around you, though I have enough sense to not act on a married woman.”
Your feet are glued to the floor, the air in your lungs seems to freeze a full mass. This information has your world tilting on its axis, yet neither man seems bothered by these confessions. “She is quite desirable, so I really can’t fault you for your feelings, dog.” Sylus does unhook his arm from you this time, slowly slithering it around your waist and tugging you closer to his side.
“She’s truly something. You’re one lucky bastard for getting to her first.”
“You like having your good friend watch you get fucked, hmm?”
The air around you is thick with the scent of sex, a mix of sweat and your perfume mingling with Sylus’ cologne. Your clothing long since shed and lying in shambles across the bedroom. Your head is nearly dangling off the side of the mattress, the world upside down but not obstructing your clear view of Valko.
“Tell the dog how good my cock feels, yeah? I’m sure he’d love to know.” Valko shifts, the only one still fully dressed. The bulge in the front of his slacks is visible even from where you lay. “Sy, fuck… you’re making me fe-feel s’good…!”
Your nails dig into Sylus’ wrist, his hand has been keeping a loose grip around your neck this entire time. “Missonary is her favorite…” He drives his point home by bottoming out hard, earning a shrill cry from your mouth. “Our favorite… you converted me.” You rasp out, breathless as Sylus finds his rhythm again.
“You two are… quite the sight to behold.” Valko finally manages to say something, having been too stunned for a majority of this endeavor.
“Yeah? You wish you were inside her right now, don’t you, dog?” Sylus adjusts himself, knees digging further into the mattress as he releases your neck momentarily to readjust your legs. Both of which are tossed over his shoulders, yanking you upwards slightly and leaving your bare body on display for the wolf to see.
You look back at him, grinning lazily as Sylus continues to pound you. “C’mon, Val. Answer honestly, please? Sy won’t be mad… right, Sy?”
You can see the visible conflict passing across Valko’s face, shifting nervously in the chair before tugging at his collar. “I won’t bite, dog.” You don’t scold him verbally, instead your cunt clamps down around him. Earning a hiss of pleasure as he nearly doubles over on top of you. “Dirty move, kitten.”
“I learned from the best.”
“Y-yeah, I wish I was in your position, Sylus.” Valko’s gruff and sudden response seemed to startle the both of you. Heads whipping towards the towering man as he got up from the chair he had seemingly been cemented too since entering the room.
“I’ve fucking dreamt about being in your position, Sylus. Is that what you want to hear? You want to know how badly I’ve dreamt of fucking the life out of your pretty wife? How I've gotten myself off thinking about her pretty noises?” You feel Sylus start to throb inside of you, the crimson of his aether-core intensifying with every word the wolf utters. You’re no better off, slightly embarrassed by the way of heat surging lower.
“But I'm sure that core in your eye is reading all my desires loud and clear, no?” Valko is now at the side of the bed, towering above you, his bulge nearly hanging over your face. “Did you two invite me up here to watch, or partake?”
Oh, he’s reached his limit… Your head pivots for Sylus, whose cheeks are flushed rosy pink and lips are curled into a devilish smirk.
The face of a man who won the battle the other man may not have realized he was even fighting. “Well, kitten. What do you say? Should Valko join?” Valko, he actually said his name. Sylus takes his hand off your neck, letting you push up on your elbows to properly crane your head back to look at the wolf.
You already know your answer, and you have a feeling the other two men do too. Especially with the way Sylus is pressing into your cervix, twitching in anticipation for your response. "Strip, Valko. I wanna suck you off while Sy fucks me."
Took on @wetforsylus's post style for this one... sorry it got Valko in it tho girl lolll - hope everyone else enjoys tho... I'm still trying to figure out their dynamic and such so bear with meeeeeee - Soul
Sylus, Valko, Zayne poly period drabble for my own comfort
Your period is hitting you harder now than it has in the past. Cramps that twist your innards, headaches that thrum, the pit of desire willing you to rot away in bed all day, and now a cresting wave of nausea that comes and goes as it pleases with no warning.
You feel like shit. You hate the world right now. You want to do literally anything other than wither under your blankets, curled around a heatpad and your phone's too-bright screen, but you feel like too much ass to try. You just know the slightest minor inconvenience will set you off.
Even your boyfriends not being here is getting to you. Like an annoying little fly, the fact they're so far away nags at you. Buzzing in your ear, landing on your skin only to fly away before you can squash it. Zayne is at work, Valko is at work, Sylus is at work - all of them leaving you alone to suffer.
Just thinking about it brings a burning sting to your eyes. It's not their fault. Zayne was darling enough to set up your heatpad and provide you medicine before you could think to request them, but he had a schedule full of surgeries he couldn't avoid. Valko snagged your favorite blankets to cover you with and a portable phone charger so you don't have to leave bed or be without entertainment, but he had an unavoidable meeting at his company - something tech-y and vital you couldn't understand. Sylus left you Mephisto to monitor and serve your every need, but there's more territory disputes happening in the N109 Zone lately that desperately need his attention to snuff out before they escalate.
So with a kiss from each, they told you to call if you needed them, and left.
You won't call. Their jobs are important. Far more important than your monthly suffering.
But you wish they were here.
You wish you didn't feel so awful.
You wish you could be all snuggled up between them.
Mephisto caws softly from his perch as the first sniffles turn into quiet whimpers. You turn your phone off and bury your face in your pillow, muffling your sobs as everything overwhelms you. With your head pounding like a war drum, your uterus squeezing itself, and a gag building at the back of your throat, you fall into a very disheartened nap.
-
Sylus gets home first. Given the nature of his job and the burning daylight hours, he can make his own schedule without anyone else to hold him up. As soon as the pests are eliminated, he's free to return home to get his much needed sleep.
He saw Mephisto's messages. The crow's videos and concerning texts warning him about your wellbeing. His heart ached when he saw the videos, hiding your face and muffling your distress. He stopped to buy you some new toys to play with - things related to your hobbies and current fixations - before he allowed himself to walk through the door.
He slowly enters the bedroom. You're still in your heap of blankets. Tears linger on your cheeks, dried over time. Eyes visibly raw and worn.
Quietly, he sets the shopping bags aside. He undresses, changing into some sleep pants and his oversized sweater. Slowly, he slips into bed beside you. Then moves aside your heatpad and your phone to pull you on top of him. You settle into his heat readily, sighing with contentment as you nuzzle into his neck and allow your muscles to relax as the pain eases somewhat.
He shoots a text into the group chat he has with Valko and Zayne, and sets his phone aside. With one last kiss to your head, he allows himself to fall asleep.
-
Valko returns home second. Once the meeting is done, he's free, finally able to push everything else on the docket aside to focus on more important matters. He saw the text from Sylus during the meeting; his leg was bouncing impatiently the whole time after.
He stops by the store on his way home to get you more product, and a cute plushie he saw that reminded him so much of you he couldn't simply let it go unpurchased.
He puts the boxes of supplies away in the bathroom and hides the plushie somewhere you'll find it later on. He hopes he's around to see it; he loves seeing you laugh at his antics.
He undresses himself down to his boxers. Clothes will just get in the way of being as close to his partners as possible and he isn't having it. He's been waiting all day for this chance to cuddle and he isn't about to pass it up.
He slips in on one side of the bed. Sylus stirs enough to peek an eye open to see who it is. He hums in acknowledgement of his presence and opens his arm to welcome his partner in on the cuddle session.
Valko eagerly tucks himself into Sy's shoulder, wrapping his arm over you and pulling you ever so slightly toward him. Sylus's hand travels into his short hair, petting and scratching him lazily, in all the ways that have his eyelids fluttering shut and his body curling closer.
Soon, though, Sylus slips back into his dreams. It takes longer for Val to join the dreamland. For a while, he simply stays there, breathing in your scents, and gently nuzzling against your head and Sy's shoulder.
-
Zayne gets home last. His hours are long and packed. If it had been any other day, he would have loved coming home sooner. Alas, he sees the messages only after his final surgery.
On his way home, he stops at your favorite restaurant to get your favorite food. Then stops by a bakery to get you too many sweets, knowing full well the amount will welcome Val and himself to steal a little here and there.
He puts the food away in the fridge. It's already dark outside. He creeps into the bedroom as he undoes his tie and takes in the sight before him.
All of his partners, snuggled together in bed. At some point, you snuck under Sylus's sweater, your head sharing the same neckhole as his own and undeniably stretching it out. Sylus doesn't mind for one second, sleepily nuzzling his cheek against your hair as he fights against consciousness.
Valko is strewn even more over you and Sy. He's turned to lay half of his body over Sylus's, shoulder to shoulder with you as his arm continues to hold you in place. Legs tangled with both of yours, face turned away, mouth parted and dripping drool into the sweater.
It's such a welcome sight. He methodically goes through his process of getting changed into his pajamas. He knows he won't be able to rest for long; you'll all need to get up to eat dinner and finish your routines. But for now, he crawls in on the other side of Sylus and lays on his side.
Sylus draws him in with his arm slipping around his waist and back. His nose brushes against his bangs. Lips finding his forehead by second nature. Zayne's hand slips under the blanket and under the sweater and under your shirt, to find the curve of your back and massage the muscles there. His cool fingers initially make you shiver. But as they find all the perfect spots to steal your pain, you sigh in bliss.
-
You wake up in warmth and surrounded by familiar scents. All of your overwhelming emotions about being alone are dashed. All of your pain and nausea has faded into something dull and distant. With the repetitive rise and fall of the chest beneath you and the soft breaths of the men beside you, you can stop worrying about anything else.
For the first time all day, you don't feel quite so awful.
I need you to open your mind to possibilities of what bondage sessions could look like with both Sylus' AND Valko's evols
Valko's is perfect for actually holding you down and keeping your legs apart via a spreader bar, while Sylus uses his to hold a vibrator to your clit and make you cum so many times you nearly faint. Not that you've complaining, of course.
You couldn't just take Valko with you to work. Several questions would be raised. And he couldn't hang around your apartment in his human form with the maintenance man coming to fix the shower. You had to bargain.
Just eight hours in wolf form in exchange for endless pets tonight with a big, juicy steak.
Valko didn't like using his wolf form unless he was hunting the most elusive of prey. He was bored out of his mind, and you had only been gone fifteen minutes.
That was until the birds started chirping. His ears immediately perked up and saw finches and cardinals flocking upwards outside of the window. Jumping off the couch, his golden gaze was fixated at where they were going and got vocal about it.
Valko kept barking with delight until an ear twitched to hear the front door unlocked. The scent was...unfamiliar. A bunny? Valko dashed around the corner while bumping into the couch only to see a man on the phone who was staring right at him.
"You didn't tell me you got a dog,"
"It was a last minute thing, and it isn't even mine," You lie to Xavier. Valko hears this and slumps to the floor in distress. "Are you sure about that? Seems pretty sad now," Xavier bent down and scratched behind Valko's ear. Curse the bunny! His weakness!
The black wolf let out a whine and rolled onto his back. Xavier took notice and started scratching his belly. "Well, whoever he belongs to, and he's in your house...I guess I should watch him while you're gone." He hung up the phone to focus both hands on belly scratches.
Valko was as happy as could be with his tongue out, panting like crazy. He let out a 'aroof' to announce his pleasure that made Xavier giggle.
"Perhaps dogs aren't so bad..."
"Maybe bunnies aren't so bad either?" In an instant, Valko was back in his human form with his shit-eating grin staring plastered on his face, looking right into Xavier's translucent blue eyes.
Zayne
"So you're telling me you picked up a stray, and you need me to look at it? I'm a cardiac surgeon for humans, not a veterinarian." Valko could hear a long sigh from outside your front door. "Fine, but it must be all of the macarons. And no promises that I don't cure his ailments."
Earlier that day, you and Valko had gone to the gym to do bench pressing. One press of biting off more than he could chew and you not being the best spotter resulted in the bar collapsing on his chest which resulted in a shoulder injury. It wasn't life-threatening, but it was definitely sore.
Sore and grumpy enough to pout around in his wolf form. You had planned to go get some ice and snacks, but an emergency mission had pulled you away from your convenience store run. There was only one true way to fix this - get a doctor in the house. Luckily, you knew one.
"Let's see..." The man knelt down next to Valko with furrowed brows. He turned away to send a text.
Snowman: And what exactly is wrong with him?
You couldn't tell Zayne the truth. It would open a can of worms.
Jasmine: He just hurt his leg while tripping over the curb. Despite his size, he's a big baby.
Snowman: An easy fix.
The man set his phone aside and started talking to Valko in a gentle voice. "Let me know where it hurts, alright?" He smelled like sugar and jasmine. His touch was cold, but not freezing him to the bone.
Upon touching the left shoulder of his front leg, he let out a yelp and flinched away. "Aha," Zayne gently smiled at his patient for such an easy diagnosis. "This was not a small trip. Were you pulling a sled, perhaps? You would only get this kind of injury from pushing so much exertion." He stood up and wandered into the kitchen to see if you had any ice packs in the fridge. His Evol would be too much for the poor thing.
When Zayne came back with one, he noticed the dog (wolf? it was too big to be a dog, that much was for certain) had moved as if it knew exactly what Zayne was going to do with his black tail sweeping on the floor. Canines were intelligent creatures, so it was no surprise.
The ice pack that touched Valko's fur and permeated to his muscles, making them feel like heaven. And after his icing was done, the sugary man gently massaged his strained shoulder.
The gentleness made Valko let out a happy bark, but the feeling was too much. Zayne's hand shot back when the leg of a dog turned into a bicep of a massive hulk of a man. He was surprised at what you had dragged in, let alone if you even knew of this. He didn't know what what to say as the man with wolf ears and a tail that was swaying stretched out his sore muscle.
"So, doc, same time next week?" Valko smirked at Zayne hoping he would take him up on that offer.
Sylus
"So my protection isn't good enough for you anymore, kitten?"
Sylus has his arms crossed and is looking down in disdain at your +1 to the N109 Zone tonight.
Earlier that day
"Come on, tell me. Where are you going?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
The N109 Zone was somewhat believable, but standing in front of the world's most wanted man as if he was nothing was. Sylus Qin - Boss Man of Onychinus. Ho-lee shit. There was no way Valko was staying behind tonight.
"It's only a temporary arrangement, Sylus. Just one night."
"If he isn't housebroken, then you have to clean up after him." You scoff at Sylus's comment as you disappear to go get changed for the auction. Valko tries to follow you, but is stopped by a large, black leg.
"I think she can change her clothes by herself, don't you think?" Valko growled at his obstacle and was tempted to bite into it. But somehow, it was as if Sylus had already anticipated that. He could smell the non-chalant attitude radiating from his opponent.
The pale-skinned fiend calculated it would be a bad move to use physical measures to control the beast, so he had to resort to...more subtle tactics. With ease, he passed Valko to go sit on a nearby couch and with his elbows resting on his knees, Sylus looked Valko dead in the eyes and said, "Come."
The black wolf tried to resist, but he had no other desire than to obey.
"Sit." Valko sat, frustrated at these methods. He was the alpha wolf, not some trained sidekick!
Sylus smirked at his work, then moved over to pick a scrap of meat leftover from a past meal to pass to his new henchman. Valko's ears perked up immediately, but boss man was still in control. He used his finger to keep the furball in line to properly get his reward.
"Good boy.” Sylus held out his hand while Valko snatched the treat from the boss man’s long, slender fingers. He laughed at the dog’s antics. “Perhaps you aren’t so bad, maybe even more reliable than Mephisto.” A frantic caw was heard across the room. And that was when Sylus got a bad idea. He patted his thigh, while looking at Valko, but didn’t say a word.
Was Sylus implying what Valko thought he was? There was no way. The offer was…tempting. Too tempting.
“Don’t worry, I won’t bite~”
Taking that as a guarantee, Valko jumped on the sofa and plopped his head onto Sylus’s leg where he suddenly began to receive soft pets and scratches from behind the ear. The gentleness had caused him to dose off.
Some time later
“Sorry I took so long. I wanted this one pair of earrings and turns out Mephisto got a hold of them-“
You look in shock at Valko, now in human form, was asleep in Sylus’s lap, ears flicking and tail swaying.
“Hm? And?” Sylus had also nodded off while waiting and opened one eye upon hearing your voice. He had immediately picked up that something was amiss because of the cutoff in your thought.
“And aren’t you uncomfortable? How in the world did you get up there?”
“I sat down, how else?”
“I wasn’t talking to you!” You cross your arms and Sylus notices your eyes avert to his lap to finally see not the dog, but a human hybrid asleep.
Valko let out a yawn, stretched, and opened his eyes. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” You ask him again.
“I say that he’s got a comfortable leg, that’s for sure.” The response made Sylus smirk and bark out that signature laugh.
“Aw, that must mean he likes me more than you, sweetie. Does that mean I get to keep him? He would look good with a collar on his neck.”
Caleb
“Go get it! Go get the stick!”
Caleb had come over to visit from Skyhaven since the spring. You were looking forward to this reunion for so long. But Caleb had developed another hyperfixation that wasn’t you - your new pet. Well, you new friend, Valko.
You suggested it would best for him to stay in wolf form while the Colonel was around. What was an informal meeting turned into a distraction.
“Caleb, lunch is almost ready!”
“Yeah! Five more minutes! He just won’t stop!”
You audibly grumble over his failed ability to listen. And that Valko was taking your precious time away from Caleb.
Meanwhile, the black wolf was having the time of his life. This man named Caleb smelled like apples and sunshine, and was a ball of energy. As soon as he was spotted, they were running around outside the backyard playing fetch, which is something you never did with Valko as you found it to be demeaning. No matter how many times Valko told you that he was okay breaking it loose now and again you always said no. That it was too embarrassing, to immature, the same old excuses. Whoever Caleb was, he better come more often.
Eventually, Valko saw you come outside to drag the man in. He whined and ran closer to attempt to win you over with his puppy eyes.
“Valko, no! We have to eat, and you do too!”
“Valko, huh? Nice name…” Caleb bent down to give him some chin scratches resulting in a vigorous tail wag. The response made you huff and pout again with Caleb taking notice.
“Pipsqueak…are you jealous~?” He stood up, crossed his arms, and smirked down at you.
“Absolutely not!”
“Ya know, I can smell when you lie.” Valko chimed in copying Caleb’s face. Caleb’s head snapped back when he heard the voice. He blinked a few times to ground himself before smirking at the wolf man.
“What else can you smell?”
“Everything. No scent can hide from me.”
“Well, perhaps you can smell that I’m feeling a bit mischievous~”
Valko sniffed the air and his tail swayed behind him.
It needed to be done. Someone needed to peg that man and I decided it would be me. And also my husband. Because I can.
SMUT BELOW THE CUT
Warnings: smut, pwp, pegging, anal sex, first time anal, cumming untouched, grinding, biting, kissing, polyamory, established relationship, pet names, praise, teasing, tails, breeding kink, knotting, nipple play (just a little), dom Sylus, sub Valko, dom/sub, spanking, begging, whining, whimpering, aftercare, swearing, strap-ons, dildos, knotting dildos
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"What's wrong, pup?" Sylus croons in that sultry, teasing lilt of his. His breath ghosts your ear. The warm width of his hands running up and down your sides, your stomach, ghosting over the leather straps wrapping your hips. "Nervous?"
The "pup" in question is laid out before you on the bed. Valko, flushed from his ears down his chest, is already panting with anxious excitement. He's completely naked. Cock twitching against his stomach, leaking gossamer threads of precum. He tries to scoff, to come off cool and nonchalant, but the hitch in the sound belays his true feelings. "You wish, old man."
Sylus chuckles darkly. "Then I guess I have nothing to worry about." With a slight gesture of his finger, red streams of his Evol carry over a bottle of lube. He accepts it easily, but transfers it to your hand. "Be generous, kitten," he purrs into your ear. You swallow at the sight of that same hand curling underneath the thick silicone toy you wear, opened lazily to catch what drips off. "He's never done this before."
You pop open the lid with your thumb and tip the bottle over the pink cock. The lube dribbles out without any effort, and graciously pours out with the slightest squeeze. The sheen that coats the toy is enticing. The slick, wet sound of Sy's hand as it closes around the shaft and pumps it in his palm is obscene. Your own brain short circuits, registering the toy as an extension of yourself. You moan sweetly as you lean back against him, dropping your head back on his shoulder.
"He's gonna be so tight," he growls in your ear, feeding into those thoughts. His other hand comes up to feel your chest, drawing slow circles over your nipple. His mouth nibbles at your exposed skin, making a point to show his own fangs off to the wolf before you.
Valko whines, low in his throat, purely instinctual. He knew going into this relationship that you and Sylus have known each other longer, been together longer. But seeing the way you two interact - the easy intimacy, the desires bleeding into one another - it's enough to make him feral. He has to bite his lip just to stop his tongue lolling out with the need to drool all over.
You tilt your head down again, trying to gather your senses. It's difficult when Sylus is still mouthing at your sweet spots, grinding his cock against the cleft of your ass in slow rolls of his hips. You close the bottle and drop it elsewhere. Then tap at Valko's leg. "Roll over," you order, breathier than you intended. "Get on your hands and knees for me, puppy."
His cock twitches. He takes one last look of the toy, and the swollen knot at its base, before he does as you command. He lifts himself up onto his hands and knees, baring his ass to you. His tail appears at the base of his spine despite his best efforts to contain it. At the same time, his ears twitch out of his hair, tilting to try listening to every sound behind him.
He's so broad. Muscles flexing and tensing, shifting under his skin. You want to taste it. Feel the movement against your tongue.
Another night maybe.
You lay your hand over one of his ass cheeks. It's firm and smooth. You're compelled to squeeze the flesh in your palm, opening him up to expose the puckered hole just waiting for your cock. Valko groans, leaning back against you, nudging the silicone up against his ass. The lube sticks and clings to his skin, shimmering and shining in the mood lighting of Sylus's room. "Hng, please," he breathes. His tail lifts up, presenting himself even more for you, wagging slowly over his back. "J-Just do something already!"
Sylus tsks. It's the only warning he gets before a hand suddenly slaps against his other cheek. Val gasps, head turning around to glare at the older man. "Behave, puppy. Only obedient dogs get treats."
He growls low in his throat. Undeterred, you grab the slick toy and press the tip against his hole. Valko chokes around a desperate sound, ears pinning back to his head. It's not even doing anything, just nudging against him. And yet his mind is racing. His cock is leaking. He wants to be a good boy. He wants to earn this.
"M'sorry," he whimpers out. His head drops back down, trying to find solace in the pillow his nails are digging into. "Please. Please, I wanna be good."
You tease the tip around his hole. Sylus's hand stays holding the cheek he slapped. His thumb pulls him open a little wider. "What do you think, kitten?" he whispers. "Do you think he deserves a treat?"
You hum, pretending to consider it. "I guess he might," you sigh. Sylus chuckles softly against your skin, but he's biting back a groan when he watches you start to press the tip in. Valko tenses, gasping at the strange feeling, the pressure of something intruding on his body like this. You trail your hand to his lower back, grabbing hold of the base of his tail firmly. "Stay still, puppy. 'M not gonna hurt ya."
You grin. "Oh, yeah?" You tug it gently, pulling him against your cock. He practically howls, dropping to his elbows, face buried in the pillow, hips rocking back desperately until the tip pushes inside. You can hear his muffled curses and whines, his body shuddering with the strange sensation.
"You can be so cruel, sweetie," Sylus sighs, but you can feel the smirk curling his lips.
"Where do you think I learned it from?" you shoot back.
It's a gorgeous sight. Both you and Sylus are rapt with attention, watching his hole stretch open around the toy. You go slow, rocking gently, getting him used to it. And deeper and deeper you're able to sink in, until the knot stops you. Valko is already a mess. So worked up, humping the air, trying to match the rhythm of your shallow thrusts. His tail wags eagerly, straining against your hold.
Sylus isn't doing any better, even just watching. His cock ruts up against your ass, matching your rhythm, dripping pre over your skin. Soft sounds of delight rumble in his throat, vibrating through his chest and into your back. His hand on Val's ass readjusts to spread him wider again, and the other that had been on your chest moves down to your stomach, lowering itself to rest just above the strap-on to hold you firmly against him.
When he pulls back, he pulls you with him, tethering you to him as he humps against you, controlling you as he presses forward and thrusts your cock back into Valko. God, it makes your head spin. Being so easily controlled. Being the middleman to Sylus fucking your cute new puppy boyfriend. You drop your head back against his shoulder with a sweet moan of his name. He silences it with his mouth, kissing you deeply, all the while still puppeteering your movements.
Steadily, your pace speeds up. Sylus barely disconnects from you to grab the lube and pour more along the cleft of Valko's ass, helping the toy glide easier into his tight hole. Valko in turn tries to match it, rocking himself on his knees to meet every thrust. His moans and needy growls muffled as he bites into the pillow, eyes shut as he loses himself to the euphoria.
He never expected this to feel so good. Never expected to find himself in this position, honestly. The most he experimented with anal was a finger up his ass in college while he fucked his hand. He was just so pent up, so fucking desperate to get rid of his stress. It didn't do much for him then, though he didn't really know what he was doing either. But this - fuck, this is mind numbing.
Every thrust drags smooth silicone against his prostate. And the longer the toy is inside of him, the more it warms up, until he can almost believe it's a real dick inside him, fucking him into a stupid mess. And the more aware he is of the knot at its base.
He releases the pillow, wet with drool, and turns his head to speak. Or try speaking, at least. It comes out babbled. "Breed... hng, breed, need t'be- fuck~"
A surge of excitement pulses through you as you connect the words together. Tugging on his tail slightly, you go against Sylus's command, grinding the knot against his needy hole with each thrust. You pull away from the kiss; Sylus redirects his efforts to your neck, marking you up with bites that leave marks and wet kisses that leave a sheen of spit behind. "You need me to breed you?" you ask Val, voice dripping with sweetness. "Need me to fuck you full of puppies?"
His ears shoot upward with interest. Tail wags faster in your hold. "Yes! Yes, please, 'm so good~ 've been so good, please!"
"Good boy. Such a good boy for me."
Valko whines, panting heavily, trying so hard not to cum yet. Sylus is chasing his orgasm, eager to cum at the same time. His Evol presses the syringe full of fake cum into your hand. Your heart races with excitement as you ready your thumb over the plunger.
"Take my knot, puppy," you order. With a sharp tug, you pull his rocking hips to a stop, pressing the toy up against him. The knot stretches him wider and wider. He howls, clawing at the pillow, at the bed, tearing them up. Finally, the knot sinks in, his hole tightening around it.
His hips rut the air, seeking friction he doesn't need as his cock pumps ropes of cum all over the bed, his thighs, and his chest. He's a mess. Tongue lolling out dumbly, whining high-pitched so loud the whole N109 Zone can hear it. You squeeze all the fake cum into his ass. He shudders at its colder temperature.
Sylus's hips stutter. Hot cum covers your ass, the leather straps holding onto your hips, and your lower back. It drips obscenely between your ass cheeks, onto the ruined bedsheets below. He groans into your ear, hugging you close as he ensures every last drop is milked out.
Everything is a haze of heat and satisfaction. Sy's forehead drops to your shoulder. His hot breaths fan against your sweaty skin. Valko's hips slow to a stop, leaving him trying to recover, trying to find his brain again.
You press a gentle kiss to your dragon's forehead. He hums his satisfaction and reluctantly pulls away. The cool air of the room hits your back. The bed shifts slightly as he gets off of it, his legs a little numb from kneeling so long, and he heads off to the bathroom to start cleaning up.
Slowly, carefully, you draw your hips back, easing the knot out of Valko's ass. He whines at the stimulation, then sighs at the emptiness that's left behind as you fully pull out. His asshole squeezes around nothing, stretched open. White faux cum dribbles out, slipping down over his balls and mixing with his own cum on the sheets.
You can't help smiling as you lean down over him to press a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. "You did so good for me, baby," you coo. You feel his tail wag weakly against your stomach. "How was it?"
He sighs, trying to turn his head to meet your lips and missing miserably. He huffs, forcing open his eyes that are heavy-lidded and glazed over with pleasure. "It was good."
"Yeah?"
He nods lazily. "Really, really good."
Sylus returns with a wet washcloth. He's already wiped himself clean, and his first order of business is wiping the rest of his cum off of you. "I was right, then."
He helps you off the bed, chuckling softly when you stumble. Then, kneeling up on the bed again, he eases Valko up with a hand on his chest, lifting him up until he's sitting back, leaning against Sylus. The wolf shoots him a half-hearted glare. "'Bout what, old man?"
He smirks. He leans in close, resting his chin on his shoulder. His eyes are focused in on Valko's cock, soft and spent and slick with cum, and the motion of the washcloth as he cleans off his stomach. "I have nothing to worry about." Valko's heart stutters as Sylus places an approving kiss on his shoulder.
I'm also imagining the glasses shenanigans. Cuz I wear glasses, and literally my three favorite guys ALSO wear glasses
So just imagine waking up from the cuddle pile, grabbing a pair of glasses and being like nope not mine. Nope not mine. Nope not mine. Okay these are mine
Or like Valko in a rush grabbing the wrong glasses by accident so Zayne has to basically suffer through the morning without them until he can visit Val on his work break to get them back
Sylus doesn't need his all the time, but I still think it'd be funny if he went to put on his glasses and noticed they suddenly have a noticeable frame around them. Just sighing, taking a picture of them, and sending them into the group chat like "Which kitten misplaced their glasses again?"
