Rafayel & Sylus | Caleb | Xavier & Rafayel (this part)| Zayne & Sylus | Xavier & Zayne |
It turns out that Mistakes Were Made but you Faced the Consequences. You're in For it Now that all your men know about each other. Their relationships develop alongside yours, and you end up stuck in the middle, not that you're complaining.
CONTENT NOTES FOR ALL PARTS: 18+ MDNI. LaDs men x MC (you). Smut & Angst. Smut with Feelings. No use of Y/N. Possibly ooc bc I'm still getting back into fanfic. Oral f&m receiving, p in v, p in a, dp, tp, unprotected sex bc its fiction, creampies, softdom!Xavier, brattamer!Zayne, brattyswitch!Rafayel, switch!Sylus, dom!Caleb, brattyswitch!MC, but it's all fluid imo. light bond*ge, sp*nking, size difference, overstimulation, improper use of evol, semi-public sex. Nicknames used in all parts: canon nicknames as well as bunny, princess, love, & darling. F reader. MC is described as being curvy and strong with some fuller titties bc I love titties. MMF+ in almost every part. Unedited. You get this raw (just like our Lads!)
Tara feature in this one!!! I feel like MC needed some bestie and recovery time before we got to the smut. Girlie's coochie is working overtime rn!!! Look for the Xavier if you want to skip past that part! also some mild degradation in this one!
You slept well past noon on Sunday, woke up long enough to eat and send out a few proof-of-life texts to your lovers, then crashed back in bed. You'd never had this much sex in your life, and while you wouldn't exactly complain, you did need to catch up on your rest at some point. Today was that day. You went from the bed, to your shower, then back to your bed.
While you were once used to the silence of your apartment and spending time alone, you couldn't help but feel like your apartment was too empty and too quiet. You could've invited any of your lovers over, but you were weak when it came to them. So weak. One kiss and you'd crawl all over their cocks.
So, you invited Tara over with the request she bring some ice cream so the two of you could talk. She agreed, and by mid afternoon she sat cross-legged on the couch beside you, ice cream spoon frozen halfway to her gaping mouth, pretty eyes wide as she listened to you recount every mistake you made, the consequences you faced, and how much more you were in for now.
"Please say something," you said.
Tara blinked a few times. "Wow."
"You think I'm a bad person, don't you?" You groaned, throwing your head back on the couch.
"No! No, not at all!" Tara set the ice cream to the side and took your hands in hers. "It's just a lot to process. How come you didn't tell me before?"
"I didn't want you to judge me. I know I'm being greedy and maybe stupid but..."
"No! Love is never stupid! You may have done some questionable things, but who hasn't?" Tara poked your arm with a mischievous grin. 'Plus, it's not like you and Xavier are a secret, and I've seen you out working with Rafayel more than once, and you're always taking sweets to Dr. Zayne, even when you don't have an appointment."
"I wasn't as subtle as I thought, huh?" you asked.
"Hon, you have photos with all of them littering your desk. You and Xavier have snuck off after missions no less than eight times in the last four months. That fruit vendor has been at every Association event and you two always end up disappearing. Let's not forget that every time you see Dr. Zayne you get hearts in your eyes, or how often Rafayel picks you up in his sports car when Xavier happens to not be around." Tara tilted her head. "Gods, saying it aloud I'm surprised it took me this long to figure it out."
You laughed as you took a spoonful of ice cream. "Thank you for being so nice about this. I haven't really had anyone to talk to and I guess I didn't realize how much I needed to."
"I'm happy for you, honestly. As long as you feel safe and everyone is consenting, there's nothing wrong with what you're doing," Tara said. "Oh, and as long as you don't forget about your best friend in the process."
You giggled and nudged your shoulder into hers. "Never."
"Good. Now how are you going to manage your schedule? Do any of them have hot sisters? These are vital questions..."
You and Tara talked all afternoon and well into the evening with promises to hang out again soon. As she left, you felt much better about everything. Granted, there were some things you simply couldn't tell her. Like Caleb's job and true identity, or Sylus', Rafayel's Lemurian nature, or about the other side of your dear Doctor, but being able to talk to her about everything else took so much weight off your shoulders.
By the time work came along on Monday morning, you were well-rested, refreshed, and ready to take on your next assignment with Xavier. What you hadn't expected, however, was that your mission would drag you down to Whitesand Bay where the flux stabilizers in the area had been tampered with. You two took care of the wanderers and called in support to repair the broken tech.
Once they arrived, you tugged Xavier off to the side and gestured down the road. "Rafayel lives out here. I need to go check on him, make sure he's okay."
"Alright," Xavier said. "I'm going with you."
He said it so calmly. Too calmly. You cleared your throat and squared your shoulders before turning back to face him. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
He took three steps closer to you, looking down his nose like a haughty prince before cocking his head. “Yes. I can’t let my partner go out all alone.”
“You won’t be jealous?” you asked.
Xavier placed a large hand on the small of your back and pulled you into his arms, then dipped behind a building so none of your coworkers could see. His other hand cupped your chin, and he rubbed his thumb over your lip. "If I am, will you soothe me, bunny?"
A smile curled at the edge of your lips and you placed your hands on his chest. "How would I do that? With a kiss?"
"That would be a good place to start," he murmured.
He looked down at you with his pretty-blue eyes half closed, voice low and rich in your ears. His focus landed on your lips, and he leaned down, expectant.
You still had a slight limp from your weekend fuckfest, and you knew with every fiber of your being that you should not push Xavier's buttons today. But gods help you, you couldn't stop yourself from pulling away with a mischievous giggle right before he kissed you. The dark look in his eyes sent a shiver up your spine, but you kept your smile bright as you decided to take your teasing one step further. Tossing your hair over your shoulder, you giggled as you strutted over to your bike, and grinned back at him.
"If you're a good boy, I'll consider it."
Your helmet was on and you were zipping down the road right as he blinked to your location. Fuck, you were absolutely in for it now. His bike joined yours a moment later, and through your private comms you heard his voice.
"You're going to pay for that one, Princess."
"Promises, promises, bunny boy," you teased.
It didn't take long to reach Rafayel's studio. You hopped off your bike and led Xavier through the open -- again -- gate. You really did need to start beating your fishie or something to get him to remember to lock his fucking doors. Yeah he had god senses or whatever but still. Sighing, you opened the door.
"Oh fishie, fishie, fishie!" you called.
"Glub, glub, Princess. I'm in here," he replied. Xavier looked down at you, one pale brow raised high, confusion clear on his face. "What?" you whispered.
"You don't have a special greeting for me," he pouted.
"We'll figure one out, come on." You led Xavier deeper into the studio, following the sound of Rafayel's voice. "Hey, Raf, Xavier is here with me. Remember, my hunting partner? We were on a mission nearby and --"
"And lover. He knows about me, right?" Xavier's hand landed on the small of your back.
"Gods, yes he knows about you and yes, you're also my lover. Do I need to introduce you as Thick Dick Xavier despite how I've spoken about you for the last what, six months? Come on, Xav." He shrugged, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I mean, you could."
Rafayel poked his head out of the kitchen, a glass of water in one hand, his sketchbook in the other. He tucked the sketchbook under his arm and reached out a hand. "Nice to formally meet you, Thick Dick Xavier. Now what are you doing in my studio with my cutie, exactly?"
"I brought him with me," you said. "We had a mission in the area and I wanted to come check on you, make sure you're alright. Someone messed with the flux stabilizer."
"EVER, you think?" Rafayel asked as he plopped down on the couch.
"That's classified," Xavier said.
"We don't know yet," you said.
Xavier looked at you and you looked at him.
"He gets to know mission details?" Xavier asked.
"I get to know everything," Rafayel corrected.
Xavier's hand lowered to your hip and he dug his fingers in. "Is that true?"
"Yes. I'm not the one who keeps secrets, Mister." You huffed.
Rafayel chuckled and patted his lap in invitation. "Since you're here, stay for a bit. I was just about to text you for inspiration."
You'd pushed your luck far enough for one day. With the way Xavier's stare burned into your spine you knew you'd be hobbling into work tomorrow. You should not have taken Rafayel's invitation to sit in his lap, but damn it, how could you resist those pretty sapphire-rose eyes? You all but fell into Rafayel's arms and he wrapped you up in a tight hug from behind, and took a big inhale of your scent at your neck.
"You can sit, too, Thick Dick. Where ever you'd like," Rafayel's voice carried a teasing edge, and you couldn't help but giggle as you gnawed on your lower lip. Xavier took the spot on the couch beside you and Rafayel and put his gloved hand possessively on your thigh. High enough that if he extended his fingers he could brush up against your cunt. Rafayel hummed softly as he noticed the placement, but he kept his focus on you. He showed you his current concept sketches and pouted into your shoulder.
"How can I possibly get any work done when I'm running so low on inspiration?" Rafayel sighed.
You giggled softly and leaned back, resting your head on Rafayel's shoulder. Xavier's grip tightened on your thigh, and you knew you were pushing your luck but...it wouldn't be that bad to tease him just a little bit more, would it? Rafayel caught the mischievous glint in your eye, and his pout deepened.
"Don't mock me, cutie. This is serious!" Rafayel pulled you closer, and struggled to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Oh, poor fishie. Would a kiss help give you some inspiration?"
"Not just one, I need at least seven," he said.
Xavier went so still beside you he didn't seem to breathe. You knew better than to look at him, but you could feel the fire in those pretty blue eyes burning into the side of your head. His grip on your thigh was near-bruising, but that only sent your heart racing faster.
You reached your arm back and pulled Rafayel into a kiss. Immediately, he melted against you and chased your lips with his. He cupped your face as he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue over your lips and you couldn't help but give him what he asked for. When you managed to pull away to breathe, you peppered six other kisses across his face, just to be sure you met his quota.
"Better?" you asked.
Before Rafayel could respond, Xavier grabbed you by your shoulders and spun you around so you straddled his lap. "Aren't you forgetting someone, Princess?"
He looked down his nose at you and your heart thundered in your chest. Oh great gods, that look. That fucking look made you want to push his buttons on purpose. Eyes half-lidded, lips tight, pupils blown with desire, the little angry furrow between his brow. Xavier was always hot -- all of your men were -- but jealousy looked so good on him. You were already in trouble, how much worse could it get, really?
"I don't know," you said innocently. "Am I? Is there someone here who wants something? I don't have a psychic class evol, you know, I can't read minds."
"I want my kiss, starlight. Will you give it to me? Or are you going to keep being a little brat?"
The way his voice dropped with danger had a nervous giggle bubbling out of your throat. Oh, he was mad. As if you couldn't tell by the firm way he held your waist or the look on his face.
Rafayel chuckled beside you. "Uh oh, cutie. Looks like someone is in trouble. Have you been a naughty girl again?"
"She's rarely well behaved," Xavier said. "Unless she wants to come."
"You've noticed that too, have you?" Rafayel grinned.
"Hey!" You crossed your arms. "I'm very good, thank you very much!"
"Yeah? Why don't you prove it then, cutie? Show us how good you can be. You can start off by making it up to poor Thick Dick over there."
"You have a lot of making up to do," Xavier said as his big hands trailed up your back. "I'm beyond frustrated."
"Poor Xavie," you cooed. You took his face in your hands and leaned in, kissing him slowly with all the barely restrained heat you had burning through your blood. Xavier pulled you in and ground up into you, and you felt the thick, hard length of him through your clothes. You whimpered into the kiss, and he took that chance to deepen it, slipping his tongue into your mouth and devouring you. When you eventually broke away to catch your breath, he continued his kisses down your jaw, to your neck, where he nipped at your skin and you moaned. "Xavier!"
He chuckled, the sound dark. "That's my star. Moan for me."
"Oooh, possessive. You like that a lot, dontcha, cutie?" Rafayel asked. "You like being reminded of who you belong to."
"Maybe," you whimpered.
"You can be more convincing than that," Rafayel said.
"Or, I can find a better use for your mouth." Xavier gripped your chin in his hands and pulled your lips back to his in one brutal kiss. "What do you think about that, Princess?"
You giggled as you slipped off his lap and sank to your knees on the floor. Putting on your most innocent expression, you looked up at him from between his legs. "Oh? Like what, sir?"
Rafayel laughed and leaned down to cup your cheek. "Look at you, sitting all pretty on your knees."
You grinned, sitting up higher and pressing your chest out. Between Xavier's dark, dangerous expression and Rafayel's adoring gaze, you truly knew you were in for a treat.
"Take off your shirt," Xavier commanded. "If you're going to show off your tits, don't hide them."
"Me?" You asked innocently. "I'm not showing off anything."
Xavier's look was lethal, but you beamed happily all the same. Just how much farther could you push him before he broke and put you in your place?
You looked over to Rafayel who was grinning, sketchbook entirely forgotten as he took you in. He draped one arm behind the back of the couch and leaned in, whispering something you couldn't hear in Xavier's ear. Your partner tensed as Rafayel pulled away.
"Come on my pretty Princess. Won't you be a good girl for us and do what you're told?" Rafayel asked. "Thick Dick isn't the only one who wants to see that lovely chest of yours."
You giggled and pretended to think about it. Your eyes landed directly on Xavier's and you raised an eyebrow. "Make me."
Xavier was on you a moment later. He pulled off your corset with expert precision, all but ripped off your top, and unclasped your bra one handed. Your full tits bounced free, nipples pebbling in the cool air of Rafayel's studio. His hand held you by the throat, not tight, just firm enough to keep your attention on him. "Next time I have to ask you to take something off, bunny, I'm ripping it off. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," you said.
"You're so beautiful, Princess. I already feel the inspiration coming," Rafayel praised. His fingers drifted over your cheek, down your neck, to your breast where he pinched your nipple. You moaned softly, and it didn't take long for another hand -- gloved this time-- to reach out and caress your other.
You chewed your lower lip as you looked up at both Xavier and Rafayel, desire making your panties stick to your soaking pussy. Xavier stood, tossing off his gloves, then slowly unbuttoning his jacket before tossing both on the armchair nearby. He ran a hand through your hair as his other undid his belt.
"You're going to apologize for being such a brat with your mouth. Maybe I'll forgive you, maybe I'll punish you. It depends on how well behaved you are," Xavier said.
You batted your eyelashes as you nuzzled into his thigh. "I'm so sorry for being mean to you, Xavie. Forgive me?"
Rafayel chuckled as he stood on your other side, his pants already halfway undone. He gently pushed your hair back over your shoulder. "You're so cute, but we both know that's not what he wants."
You looked over to Rafayel and your hands reached for him, pulling his pretty cock free. "Oh, do you think he wants me to do this?"
Your lips wrapped around Rafayel's cock, and you moaned softly, taking him halfway with practiced ease. He moaned out your name, his hand in your hair as he rolled his hips to push himself deeper into your throat.
"Yeah," Rafayel said. "I bet he does want this, because you feel so good. Warm and welcoming, such a good girl."
You melted under Rafayel's praise, sucking with more fervor. Just as you were building up momentum, Xavier grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off Rafayel's cock and brought your face over to his. You moaned as you blinked up at him, eyes wide.
"Open your mouth, bunny," Xavier commanded.
You did as you were told, opening your mouth. Xavier leaned down, as if he were about to kiss you, but he hovered a few inches away, then spit into your mouth.
His burning sapphire eyes locked onto yours. "Swallow."
You did, your stomach flipping as you did so.
"Good girl. Now, suck my cock. Make it up to me, and maybe I'll make you come."
"Yes, sir," you said, before taking his thick cock into your mouth. You ran your tongue over the weeping head, moaning softly at his taste before taking him deeper. Slowly, you bobbed your head up and down his length while looking up into his pretty blue eyes, and he cursed, rocking his hips forward and feeding more of his cock down your throat.
Your hand went up to stroke Rafayel's cock in time with your sucks on Xavier. Rafayel held your hair out of your face, and you felt his gaze on your lips as you sucked.
"Our pretty girl, look at how she takes you. I think you can go deeper than that, can't you, cutie?" Rafayel asked.
You hummed your agreement and you worked Xavier deeper into your throat, gagging slightly around the stretch. He moaned when you took him in to the base, your nose flush against the pale hair of his pelvis. Rafayel held you there for a moment, then let you pull back.
"Good fucking girl," Rafayel praised. "You look so beautiful with a cock down your throat."
You giggled as you lifted off of Xavier and turned to Rafayel. You gave him the same treatment while your hand worked Xavier, and Rafayel moaned once you got him all the way down your throat.
"Fuck," he moaned. "Stay right there, cutie. I need a picture of this. That okay?"
You gave him a thumbs up with your free hand and made sure to look up into the camera when he snapped the picture.
"A certain crow is going to love this," he said.
A pleasurable tingle danced down your spine as you went to swap once again, but Xavier took you by the arm and brought you to a stand.
"Take off the rest of your clothes and get on the couch with your back to me," Xavier said. "Your mouth is no longer enough to make your attitude up to me."
"Is my attitude the problem or is it your jealous streak, Xavie?" You asked as you undid your weapons belt and tossed it to the side. "It's okay either way. I'm just curious."
"Get your clothes off before I rip them off, bunny."
"That sounds like jealousy to me, what do you think, cutie?" Rafayel asked.
"I agree," you said as you slipped out of your pants, throwing them on top of the rest of your discarded clothes. "Its alright though, he can take it out on me."
"Oh, I can, can I?" Xavier asked as he came up behind you, the heat of his bare skin brushing over yours. "You sure about that?"
"Yes." Your confidence wavered only because you were still slightly sore from the weekend, but if you died from too much dick, ah well. Was there any better way to go? You kneeled on Rafayel's couch, arching your back in the way you knew Xavier liked, and both men cursed.
Xavier came up behind you as Rafayel plopped down on the couch beside you. He stroked his big cock in long, lazy drags as he watched you. Xavier's thick dick delved between your outer lips, gathering the wetness that had gathered there before slowly sinking into you. You moaned, loud and needy as he stretched you open, slipping inside with one, deep, slow thrust.
He didn't give you time to adjust once he had settled in your depths. Xavier set a brutal pace, fucking you so hard that the clap of skin against skin echoed through the studio. You whimpered as he fucked into you, the deep stretch and hard pace pulling more wetness out of you, making a mess of your thighs. All the teasing and banter had you so worked up, you were already clenching around Xavier's cock and gasping when Rafayel's fingers found your clit.
You reached out to take Rafayel's cock in your hand, but Xavier grabbed both of your wrists and pulled them behind your back. He held you by your wrists and hips as he pounded into you so hard your eyes rolled back into your head.
"No. You're not touching anyone else. Not while I'm inside you, Princess. You don't get to ignore me, to look away from me, to feel anything but my cock inside you. I'm the one fucking you, I'm the one you moan for, I'm the one you have to make it up to." Xavier's mean, punishing thrusts grew rougher, more chaotic as he spoke.
"Yes, Xavier! 'm sorry! Fuck, you feel so good, oh gods, please don't stop!"
"I'm not going to stop until I pump you full of my come," Xavier promised. "But you don't get to. You've been a very bad girl, and bad girls don't get to come. Bad girls get edged until they cry."
"He's right, ya know," Rafayel said. "And you're so pretty when you cry and beg to come."
"And you," Xavier turned his attention to Rafayel. "Have been almost as bad as she is. Hands off her clit. You can have her once she's leaking my come."
"Alright, I'll play along. This time," Rafayel said, removing his fingers from your clit. They glimmered with your wetness and he grabbed his cock, stroking himself in long firm pulses.
You whimpered as Xavier leaned over you, fucking you with every ounce of well-honed strength he had in his muscular thighs. You whimpered, fighting the urge to come as he chased his release, using your body as he did so. Your mind melted out of your ears with each powerful thrust, and you surrendered to him, loving the way he felt inside you, how he fucked you so fast and deep he was all you could sense, all you could feel.
The need to come pulsed in your pussy, your lower stomach tight with a knot of pleasure, but you held on, knowing he needed this: you, your warm, wet cunt, and your submissive obedience to him. Xavier was staking his claim to you in front of Rafayel, not for you, or for your other lover, but for him. So that he knew he could and you wouldn't run away or ask to be saved. Not that you needed to be. You got exactly what you wanted, a feral, mean Xavier beating up your cunt and reminding you exactly why you needed to be a good girl for him.
You chanted his name like a prayer, moaning as his cock dragged against the depths of your pulsing walls. He didn't ease up, but he let go of your wrists to hold you by your hip and your neck, not squeezing, just guiding. Holding. Claiming. And gods, it felt good.
He came with your name on his lips, and then he turned your head to the side to capture your mouth with his in a frenzied kiss. He moaned into your mouth as he pumped you full of thick, creamy come, each warm pulse of it adding to your pleasure.
When he finally released your lips, you were dazed. Blinking as he pulled out of you. His come dripped down your thighs, and you turned your head toward Rafayel as Xavier came up on that side, his cock still wet and shiny with your juices and his release.
"Go on," Xavier said as he gestured toward you. "Why don't you see what she tastes like when she's full of my come."
Rafayel wasted no time. He lifted you into his arms and laid back on the couch, settling your soaking cunt over his face. "Remember, cutie, you can't come. But be a good girl for us and clean up your mess while I eat, yeah?"
You didn't have time to question Rafayel before he pulled your hips down onto his face and ate you out like he was starving, like he hadn't tasted you two days ago. His tongue delved inside you, drinking in your juices and Xavier's come while the bridge of his nose rocked against your pulsing clit. Xavier came up beside you, his cock still hard and you leaned down, taking him into your mouth. You moaned at the combined flavor of your pussy and his come, taking him deep.
Already close from Xavier's fucking, Rafayel's tongue had you teetering on the edge. He always ate you out like he was ravenous and breathing was optional, but making you come wasn't. Your hips ground into his face as you sucked Xavier's cock with just as much fervor, distracting yourself from the urge to come all over your Lemurian's face by deep throating Xavier.
It worked, for a time, but soon enough that tension in your belly grew so tight and your clit throbbed so hard it hurt. Tears pricked at the back of your eyes, and Rafayel eased back, lifting you to take away the stimulation. You pulled away from Xavier's cock, and you looked up at him, your eyes wide. "Please, can I come, sir? Please?"
"Listen to how pretty she sounds," Rafayel cooed. "All desperate for us. What do you think, Xavier? Should we let our Princess come?"
Xavier looked down at your flushed face, wide eyes, and mouth open in a silent scream. He cupped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away. "Do you think you could take both of us in your pussy?"
Your brain short circuited. Both of them in one hole?
"I think you can do it, cutie." Rafayel looked up at you from between your thighs. "It'll be good practice for that reward I owe you."
You were so lust-drunk it took you a solid thirty seconds to process what Rafayel had said. He was going to give you two cocks? But how...?
Oh.
Dear.
Sea.
God.
Rafayel chuckled, catching the moment when it hit you. "Yeah. A good reward, huh? So, what do you think, are you willing to try to fit two cocks in this sweet little cunt of yours?"
"Yes," you said. "We can try."
"Alright," Xavier said. "You can come when we do, but not a moment before. Understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
Rafayel lifted you slightly and lined you up with his cock. He pulled you down onto him in one, smooth motion, your body so wet and pliant that you welcomed him in one, deep thrust. Xavier got on the couch behind you, his palm settling between your shoulder blades as he pushed your chest down to Rafayel's. Rafayel spread your ass and Xavier nudged the head of his cock at your soaking wet opening. It took him a few pushes, but the thick head of his cock popped inside you.
"Breathe, cutie," Rafayel said. "In and out. Follow my breaths."
You did as he said, breathing with him as Xavier inched deeper inside you. The stretch was immense, but between the come still inside you, how wet you were, and your weekend activities, there was just enough give for Xavier to work his way in deeper.
"Fuck," Xavier moaned. "Who knew sharing you could feel so good?"
You whimpered, words too hard to formulate. There was too much cock in your body to do much speaking. Full was the only word in your head. So. Full. You stretched so wide, and Xavier wasn't even all the way in yet.
Slowly, the two men worked in tandem, stretching you open until finally, Xavier's hips sat flush with yours and you were stuffed, to the brim, with cock. Both men held there, letting you adjust. You trembled, the urge to come so overwhelming it hurt, but you breathed through it, grounding yourself in your breath and the coolness of Rafayel's skin and the warmth of Xavier.
"You're squeezing us so hard you're making our cocks rub together," Xavier groaned. "You want to come so badly, don't you?"
"Yes!" you whimpered. "So bad!"
"What a good girl," Rafayel praised. "Holding back and letting us use her like our pretty little toy. You're doing such a good job, Princess. I'm so proud of you. You'll get to come soon, you can wait, can't you?"
You whimpered, but nodded. "Y-yes!"
"You're such a dirty slut for us, taking both out cocks in this needy little cunt." Xavier nipped at your neck, moaning softly. "Fuck, you feel so good."
"Move, please, I need you both to move!" you whimpered.
Rafayel and Xavier locked eyes over your shoulder and with a nod from Rafayel, they both started fucking you. The push and pull of their cocks against your walls melted your mind and sent jolts of pure pleasure through your body. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream, and you couldn't move. You could barely breathe with how full you were, how deeply they both stuffed you with their cocks. With each thrust more of your wetness splashed out of you, covering their cocks, your thighs, and Rafayel.
Your heart hammered hard in your chest, and pleasure burned low in your stomach. Rafayel thrust in as Xavier pulled back, and Xavier thrust in as Rafayel pulled out. The added friction of their cocks and the brief moments where they both stuffed you so, completely full had your nails digging into Rafayel's chest. You panted into his neck, pressing wet, frenzied kisses wherever you could reach, so fucked out you just needed to touch him, to kiss him, to ground yourself.
A chorus of moans, pants, and whimpered praises filled the air but you were too far gone to catch them. Your only thought became not coming until they did. Your clit throbbed with every heavy beat of your heart and your stomach cramped with how hard you held back the urge to come, but you were nothing if not stubborn, and you would. not. fail.
If Rafayel heard your prayers or if he simply was that close, he broke first, biting your neck in the claiming way he loved to do as his slightly cool come shot deep inside you. Xavier came a breath later, hips stuttering and teeth landing in your shoulder as he filled you for a second time.
The signal given -- their orgasms-- you came with a scream so loud your throat burned. You gushed a torrent of hot liquid, squirting all over Rafayel as your body convulsed. Twitching, writhing, and squirming, but you were pinned between two big men who pumped their come into you while you coated them both. Your orgasm, after being denied for so long, seemed never ending, your soul floating high above your body as the bliss continued with every stuttering roll of your lovers' hips.
When you finally stopped coming, you slumped against Rafayel, wheezing as you tried to catch your breath. Your bones? You were pretty sure they were liquid. Your brain? Soup. You couldn't move even if you wanted to. You came so hard you felt like you were drunk. Like blackout-drunk. You giggled softly against Rafayel's skin, and your lips kissed the mole on his chest.
Xavier moved first, and you hissed as he slipped out of your abused hole. Rafayel eased out of you next, and your eyes fell closed. You were moved from Rafayel's arms to Xavier's, and you nuzzled into your star's hold, breathing him in and sighing, content. He murmured soft words into your hair, rocking you softly back and forth. Gentle hands cleaned you up, and a glass of water was pressed to your lips. You drank it down completely and sighed.
Rafayel's presence came up behind you, and his hand settled on your waist, his thumb running over your skin in a slow, soothing motion as a blanket came down around you. You nestled in closer. Safe, content, and well fucked.
When your eyes eventually open, you saw Rafayel's smiling face and Xavier's concerned one.
"Welcome back, cutie. You feeling okay?" he asked.
"More than okay," you giggled, still a little lust drunk. "I got exactly what I wanted. A Star-fish sandwich!"
"Oh gods," Xavier groaned. "I don't get a special greeting, but you have that one locked in, huh?"
You giggled again, nodding. "My mind is a dirty, dirty place, bunny boy. I've been having these fantasies for....how long have I known you both...? A year? At least that long."
They both laughed softly, Xavier kissing your hair and Rafayel kissing your shoulder. Warmth bloomed in your chest, and the words you longed to say to each of them burned on your lips. But, you weren't quite that brave. Not yet. You loved them, of course you did, but saying the words out loud didn't yet feel right. So, you lingered in their embrace as you finished coming down.
"You did so good for us, bunny. I'm so proud of you, and I haven't been this calm since I last saw you." Xavier nuzzled your head.
You hummed, content.
"Amazing and beautiful as always. I'll have plenty of inspiration...at least for a couple of days," Rafayel said. "Maybe."
You giggled softly at that, squeezing his hand. "You know how to find me if you need me."
"We have to get back to the Association and file our reports before Jenna has a fit," Xavier said. "We can only use the excuse of a strange metaflux vibration so many times."
You sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Better save that for when there's actually a strange vibration."
Rafayel kissed your shoulder again. "Thank you, Miss Bodyguard, for coming and checking on me. I'm one lucky fishie."
You gave him a quick, chaste kiss and then Xavier helped you stand to redress. Both men helped you back into your clothes, but as he'd been doing recently, Rafayel kept your panties. You swore, your fish was almost as bad as Caleb. You didn't say anything, though. He always bought you more. Once you were redressed, you gave him a proper goodbye hug and kiss, then you and Xavier left the studio hand-in-hand.
You were still figuring things out, but this? This felt right. Good. If Xavier and Rafayel could get along like this, maybe all your lovers eventually could, too.
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