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The two bodyguards are straight out of Wise’s worst nightmare.
Or wet dream, he can’t quite decide yet.
Because his attraction wars with his resistance, he turns to his sister to whisper, “Why is this needed again?”
Since Wise is a regular young man with a regular job with a regular, boring, normal life—
“You’re a Proxy,” she whispers back, and, oh, yeah, there’s that.
“We’re Proxies,” he stresses, keeping his voice low so the two masculine wet dreams don’t hear him. “You and me.”
“Yes, but the bad guy only knows about you.” With a sickly-sweet smile, she turns back to the men who wait patiently. “Thank you so much for volunteering to help.”
The Thiren is the first to speak, and his deep voice does terrible, delightful things to Wise’s heart. “Of course, mistress Belle. You’ve helped Victoria Housekeeping a plethora of times that it only feels right to return the favor.”
“That’s right,” Lighter drawls, his posture lazy and ridiculously hot as he leans against the wall and gives Wise a sly wink over the lens of his glasses. “The Outer Rings wouldn’t be what they are today if it wasn’t for you stepping in like some knight in shinin’ armor. So let us be the ones to help you.”
It’s so unfair.
More than unfair, it was downright criminal!
How was Wise supposed to survive with 24/7 surveillance of his person when the people doing the surveying were ridiculously attractive and had starred in a number of his wet dreams? He almost feels guilty as he stands there squirming under their heavy gazes, like they could see through his flimsy barrier of friendliness and straight into his dark heart filled with horny thoughts.
He was a young, healthy male! He couldn’t help that sometimes his body reacted before his mind could!
How was anyone supposed to look at Lycaon and not wonder how big his cock was, or at Lighter and speculate if the man was as wild in bed as he was in the middle of a fight?
It was normal!
…right?
“I appreciate it…”
No, he didn’t. He would appreciate it if he had never fallen into the crosshairs of another Proxy who was hellbent on kidnapping him and forcing him into marriage. This is why you weren’t nice to people, because most of the time they were unhinged and quick to form unhealthy attachments. Wise is determined to never even spit on someone if they were on fire from here on out.
“So how is this supposed to work?”
Lycaon is the one to answer. “Until the perpetrator is caught, we will be staying with you, taking turns leaving to complete other work for our respective companies. This way you will have someone with you and your sister at all times in case of an emergency.”
A headache is forming, and Wise really wants to crawl under a rock. “This sounds like a bit much just for some mildly pornographic threats. I doubt this person will show themselves seeing as Proxies are outlawed here.”
“Those are the scariest types,” Lighter drawls. “Just because you think they won’t do it, they’ll prove you wrong by showing up at your doorstep. And that wasn’t mere pornography – that was every single thing they want to do you several times over, regardless if you want it or not.”
See, this is what happens when you’re nice to people. You gain a stalker.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Wise grits out, “I promise I’ll be careful –”
“Promises are sadly not an acceptable means of protection.” The Thiren butler looks at his pocket watch. “Unfortunately, Master Wise, we are unwilling to back down from your sisters request. If you wish to discuss this more, we should over a warm meal. Where is your kitchen? I shall start the preparations forthwith.”
His arguments steamrolled, that’s how Wise finds himself sitting at his small kitchen table that is only really meant to seat him and his sister, smushed between the two massive forms of man meat, feeling their thick thighs touch his from where the refuse to keep their legs closed as they chat about daily life like this was normal.
Okay, Wise thinks as he eats a second portion of food, because it’s really fucking good. Okay, maybe he could do this. Just appease them, letting them wander around the store and his home, let them feed him, and it should be over by the week’s end when they grow bored of him.
It should be simple. They’re just there to make sure he doesn’t come to harm.
In reality, it isn’t simple.
Not when he walks out of the bathroom on the first night, towel around his waist and another on his head to dry his hair, and bumps into Lighter that waits for him patiently. Not when he stumbles into the small kitchen in the morning to see Lycaon in an apron, flipping pancakes and making coffee. Not when he feels a broad body press along his back to reach for the thing he was struggling to grab from a higher shelf in the storeroom. Not when they sleep on the floor of his bedroom like two guard dogs, leaving Wise immensely flustered when he can’t touch himself as he smells their musk.
It is driving him insane.
Even a simple walk to the convenience store calls for one or both of them to flank his sides, blending in horribly, and Wise has to raise his shoulders and duck his head in an attempt to hide away from the confused and amused stares he gets from the residents of Sixth Street. They’re always there, talking low amongst themselves, their heat always making him sweat as they stand too close or grab something for him before he can even think that he wants it.
And after almost a full week of this, he has had enough.
“I’m going by myself,” he stresses to the two towering men, not willing to give up on his stubbornness even if their disappointed gazes make him want to fold and roll over to show his stomach. “It’s just down the street.”
“I don’t think that’s wise, Wise,” Lighter says, his own joke making him grin. But it falls under Wise’s glare. “It’s getting dark out.”
“There are plenty of people on the street,” he argues, taking a step back towards the exit door.
But Lycaon steps forward to put a gentle hand on his shoulder to stop him. “That doesn’t mean they will defend you if your amorous stalker tries to grab you. The bystander effect—”
“I’m not a child!” Wise bursts out, jerking his shoulder away and letting the heavy palm fall. “I just need ten minutes to myself!”
“You can have time to yourself upstairs and one of us can go get what you want from the store,” Lighter offers, which just drives home how much they aren’t listening to him. “We understand this isn’t the easiest thing to—”
“Enough.”
Words don’t need to be shouted to be heard. They just need to be said with enough intention and venom that everyone would be paralyzed by the effect of it. And Wise can feel his fangs pierce skin as he spits out, “Five. Minutes. That’s all I need. And you’re going to give it to me.”
“Wise –”
“No.” The word is so firm that Wise almost expects Lycaon to sit and Lighter to follow. “Five minutes. Don’t follow me.”
He doesn’t wait to see if they have anything else to say. He just turns and walks out the door, breathing in the cool night air and feeling a sense of freedom—
Except Wise knows from the moment he steps out of the store that someone is following him.
Thanks for proving me wrong, he thinks, a bit sullenly as he keeps his stride even and gives no indication that he knows. He fiddles with his phone, sending an encoded text to his sister, which is just an emoji they had chosen years ago that won’t stand out if his phone was grabbed.
And the anger from before has yet to dissipate, and he carries it like a knife as he crosses the street. Sharp and ready to cut a man’s balls from his body, Wise takes his time in making his way to the store.
He doesn’t make a sound when a hand clamps around his wrist and drags him into the nearby alleyway. Merely smiles as he is shoved up against a wall as a knife presses to his throat.
“Finally caught you alone,” the assailant spits, knee shoving itself between Wise’s legs. “Managed to shake your two bodyguards, eh? That desperate to meet me?”
More like he was desperate for five minutes of beautiful silence that didn’t have the heat or weight of a muscled body peering over his shoulder and commenting on the calorie count of the ice cream he picked, but sure.
“More like you were the one so desperate to meet me after I rejected you,” Wise returns, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Is this how you treat the guy who helped you out?”
“It’s a good thing you’re pretty,” the other man sneers. “Would be a shame to have to slash your face.”
Wise is attuned to every sound, every shift of movement on the street that is just out of his sight. Someone sneezing, the jingle of a cat’s collar, the bell above the door to Random Play—
Ah. There.
“Are you paying attention to me?”
“Not really,” Wise answers truthfully, shrugging his shoulders as his assailant gives a grunt of rage. “I’m just hoping the store hasn’t run out of my favorite flavor of ice cream because of this.”
“Oh, I’ll give you all the ice cream you want when I have you locked away,” the man sneers, gripping his elbow and yanking him from the wall. “Now come quietly or else your sister—”
“Well now, this looks like a party. Sad that I wasn’t invited,” comes the drawling tone of Lighter as the man swaggers into the streetlight. Next to him, Lycaon walks at an even pace, arms patiently crossed behind his back. “Forgot my dancing shoes, though. Gotta make due with what I got on.”
Lighter tugs at his glove, body already moving into position. At his side, Lycaon sighs, shaking his head in disappointment.
“So it was your scent fouling up the street this past week.” His tail flicks, agitated. “I thought it unusual the same scent was everywhere but not common to the area.”
The assailant grits their teeth, hands grabbing at Wise to pull him forward to use as a human shield.
“Stay away from – grk!”
The two bigger men watch as the assailant falls to the floor, twitching, before they look back up at where Wise tucks the taser back into his pocket.
“It’s just been me and Belle for years,” he stresses as he pulls out his phone, dialing Public Security. “This isn’t the first time this has happened, and it won’t be the last. But make no mistake, I can handle myself. If there’s ever a time I am unable to handle something, I will do my best to reach out for help. So I’m sorry if you’ve wasted your week looking after me—”
Wise doesn’t see the switch flip. But the flabbergasted men are suddenly flanking each of his sides, hot breath brushing over his ears as they lower their heads to speak.
“God, that’s fucking hot,” Lighter husks, and Wise yelps as a big hand grabs his ass and gives it a squeeze. “Ain’t just a pretty princess, are ya, darlin’? You can take care of yourself?”
“It’s very appealing,” Lycaon agrees, nose snuffling along Wise’s neck. “I wonder how he would look when he’s in need of saving…or just in need in general.”
This can’t be happening, Wise thinks as he hears the distant ring of sirens. There is no way these two beautiful men are touching him like how he dreams about while his stalker lays twitching at their feet. It’s a dream, surely. A dream that he will wake up from soon—
“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” Lighter reveals, and Wise promptly drops his phone. But Lycaon is there to catch it before it cracks down against the pavement, and Wise can only watch as the butler slides it into his own pockets.
“Law enforcement should be here momentarily, and I think it would be best for Lighter and myself to make ourselves scarce while you answer questions,” the Thiren explains, which just prompts Lighter to sigh explosively as he pulls away, but not without another grope to his ass. “We shall patiently wait for you in your room.”
“More like impatiently,” Lighter grumbles, pushing up his sunglasses as he struts away. “The sooner we leave, the sooner he’ll come to us, so get your ass moving, pup.”
Wise can only watch, dumbfounded and horny, as they men walk back to Random Play, unable to help his eyes as they lower to watch thick thighs and round asses. What had just happened? The adrenaline has turned into something else, and it’s with flushed cheeks and a careful placement of his bag over his crotch as he gives his statement to the officer. They cart the perpetrator away, leaving him to waddle back across the street.
Random Play is empty, the closed sign flipped. Belle is the only one who waits for him, an overnight bag next to her feet as she turns to look at him.
“You knew,” he accuses, and Belle can only smile cheekily as she twirls the keys on her finger.
“I know you better than anyone, dear brother of mine. I’m heading out for the night, and I won’t be back until the morning, so figure out your shit before we open.” She reaches up to kiss his cheek, grinning the whole time. “There are just some things we shouldn’t share, and one of them is me hearing you get plowed by—”
“Please, just go.”
She gives him one more hug, going to her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. “Be safe, Wise. And have fun!”
The door closes behind her with a quiet click of finality, and it leaves Wise to wonder if he is strong enough to go up the stairs and towards where the two men wait for him. Horny? Sure. Strong? God no.
The first step up the stairs feels like climbing the tallest mountain, and Wise feels light-headed and slightly faint as he reaches the top. He’s sweating, his breath coming short and quick as he leans his forehead against the wall to orient himself. It smells heavily of musk, a combination of scents that come from his room where his destiny awaits.
Gripping the strap of his bag, he shuffles over and peaks inside.
The two beautiful men are seated, posture sinfully lazy as Lighter spreads his legs and Lycaon leans a cheek against a closed fist. When they see him there is no sudden movement, but Wise can see how Lycaon’s ears twitch forward and Lighter subtly shift.
“Was PubSec helpful in apprehending the stalker?” the butler asks, to which Wise can only nod as he moves further into the darkened room, where only the street lights cascading through his windows are the only source of illumination. “I’m glad to hear that. I trust their hands are capable enough in detaining him for a while.”
Wise nods again, voice gone and mind a mess. What else can he say?
Can you fuck me yet sounded a bit too forward.
“Wise,” Lycaon says, and hearing his name without the master attached to it makes Wise swallow harshly. “What is going to happen will only happen with your consent.”
“So if you wanna break our hearts now, speak up before I won’t be able to hold back,” Lighter drawls. “A week of being near you has driven me insane, so put an end to our misery now if you don’t wanna be fucked stupid.”
Just to drive that home, Lighter reaches down to grab at the bulge that distends the front of his jeans. Wise swallows harshly at the sight, knees weak as he contemplates his answer. Despite the urge to automatically agree, he has to clear the horny from his mind to think about this rationally.
“Is this a one-time thing?” he asks, soft and unsure.
“No,” both of the men answer at once, but it’s Lycaon that continues it. “I doubt we will be able to leave you after a single time, and I would never think you would be a single night of pleasure. We want you, Wise. Deeply. Desperately. Hungrily,” he growls, every bit of the wolf that he hides. “If you find that too frightening or undesirable, tell us to leave now.”
“But if you want us as badly as we want you, baby,” Lighter continues, voice low and rough and delicious, “close the door.”
Now was the time to be sensible. Wise was good at being sensible. He always kept his head on during stressful situations, knew how to navigate around violence and come out unscathed. This should be something that is discussed over the course of a week, at a conference table with graphs and charts, a list of pros and cons—
Wise shuts the door.
He’s tired of being sensible.
He’s also tired of being horny.
The gentle swishing of Lycaon’s tail and the relieved exhale Lighter gives are his only clues that the two men are pleased with his choice.
“Strip,” is the low command of Lycaon’s voice.
Oh, how his knees go weak at that.
He manages to keep on his feet as he toes his shoes off first, conscious of the fact his socks don’t match. But he figures stripping would include taking them off, so he puts it to the back of his mind as he shuffles his jacket off. His pants are the next to go, pulling his socks off as he fights to pull the tight denim off of his legs.
Stripping was supposed to be sexy, he thinks as he jumps a bit to get his foot out of the fabric. But his movements are jerky and awkward as he pushes the discarded clothing away, leaving him in just his oversized shirt and briefs. Now his fingers hesitate, unable to decide which to remove first.
“Briefs,” the men choose at the same time.
And that leaves Wise in just his shirt as he slides the underwear down his legs, kicking them off to the side where he will find them in the sober light of the morning.
“Before you remove your shirt, come here,” the Thiren commands, and Wise shuffles close, gripping the hem of the shirt in an odd attempt to keep himself covered.
When he is close enough, two sets of hot, large hands settle along his hips and legs, sliding up under the shirt and pulling it up. Over the curves of his waist and the straight lines of his torso, pulling the shirt up until the curtain rises over his nipples.
“Hold it here for us, baby,” Lighter commands, and Wise shakily places his hands over where the shirt rests under his neck, eyes slamming shut as the men lean forward to lick over the exposed nipples.
There is a difference in their tongues, but they share the same heat. Lighter is able to wrap his lips around one pert nipple, while Lycaon scrapes his teeth gently. They ignore the slowly rising problem between Wise’s legs, focusing instead on making his chest swollen and red. Fingers, ones he comes to realize are Lycaon’s, coast down the valley of his ass, pressing between to feel the small, clenching area that hides. Wise has to bite the shirt that is gathered under his chin to keep from making an embarrassing noise, but it’s useless when Lighter slides a hand between his legs to reach up and touch the same area with his roughened fingertips.
“Small thing, ain’t ya? Bet just a single finger is enough to undo ya.”
Said finger gives his entrance a light tap.
“Imagine we can stretch ya enough to take us both.”
It’s a fantasy, purely driven by unrealistic desires. But, oh, how Wise's stomach burns at the image. Of just being suspended between the two larger men, their arms the only thing keeping him aloft as they fuck him down onto their engorged cocks. Body sweat-slick and flushed, a drooling mess that only knew how to call out their names and nothing else.
It’s a dangerous fantasy, one that he tries to not dwell on, because the level of trust involved still evades him. Nothing feels real, even if there are hands on his body that explore the shape of him, pinch his thighs and rub over that tight furl.
“Wise.”
Blinking open his wet eyes, it’s Lighter that he sees as a scarred hand gently tips his chin up so that the taller man can slant a kiss over his mouth.
“We’ll treat ya right, darlin’,” the boxer husks against his mouth. “Make sure you’re happy and satisfied.”
The sharp claws of Lycaon as they drift under his chin make him shiver, but they are exceedingly gently as they turn his head over to the Thiren. And Wise is ready, mouth falling open to accept the invading tongue that licks over his palette and down his throat. He moans, turning his body to throw his arms around the thick neck, letting the broad muscle fuck in and out of his mouth. Warmth settles along his body, a blunt pressure rutting against his ass.
“Just look at you,” Lighter growls into his ear, hands sliding up his torso to pluck at his swollen nipples. “Knew you would be a dream.”
The covered cock that presses against his ass is hot even through the thick denim that Lighter wears, and the roughness of the material and the ridges of the seams only add to the sensation as Lycaon reaches down to spread him wide so that his partner in desire can rut directly against the small furl.
Ice and fire.
Soft and rough.
Sweet and bitter.
Together, they somehow work together to build him up, wordless communication flawlessly ending with him on his knees as he looks dazedly up at the two men who have rocked his world.
“Beautiful baby,” Lighter praises. “Just look at you on your knees for us. Makes a man weak to see it.”
In this position, the men tower over him. They are slow in undoing the zippers and buttons of their pants, heightening the anticipation and tension in the air as Wise waits. The exposure of their cocks to his sight makes him clench his thighs as his mouth waters, his body giving a shiver of delight as he sees how erect and wet they already are – and all because of him.
“Magnificent,” Lycaon agrees. Well, growls really. “What would you like, Wise?”
Honestly, Wise would like to be fucked yesterday, but for now he settles for wrapping each hand around a cock. His hand feels oddly small against the large girth of each man, and his mouth, as he kisses over the head of one, already fills with saliva at the thought of taking one down his throat. Lycaon’s is slightly different, befitting his status as a Thiren, but it’s nothing Wise can’t work with if he tries hard enough.
He goes between each with his mouth, laving over veins and the flared head, flicking over the slit while his hands work the hardened flesh. He is not a pro by any means of the word, but what he lacks in experience he more than makes up for in enthusiasm. And it must work, because his partners can only pet his head lovingly and praise him with their deep, husky voices.
His shirt still clings stubbornly to his skin, tented by his erection that turns the fabric transparent between his thighs. It makes him feel more naked than if he had nothing on, highlighting his need that twitches and leaks. He almost feels like a virginal sacrifice kneeling at the feet of two powerful gods.
(He makes a mental note to write that prompt down and return to it at a later date.)
From above him, Lighter speaks, his words for Lycaon even as his dark eyes are focused on where his small mouth wraps around the tip of his cock. “As nice as this is, I’m getting desperate. What say we move on?”
“Agreed.” Long fingers drift to the back of his head, tightening in his hair gently and pulling him away and turning him to face the Thiren. “Get on the bed for us, Wise. Let us prepare you.”
They are worshipful as they gather him up to stand on numb feet, peeling his soiled shirt off finally and giving his body an appreciative look over before they settle him on the bed. Exchanging kisses and whispered words of affection, putting him to his hands and knees while Lighter settles a pillow underneath his body for his comfort.
The two men pull back, fingers peeling tight fabric from their own bodies. How Lycaon manages to pull those tight pants over his ass every day, Wise will never know, just like it will remain a mystery as to how Lighter’s shirt doesn’t rip as he pulls it over his head like he was on the cover of some muscle man magazine. The dark-haired man is cut from fractured marble, his scars only highlighting his physique as he prowls, naked and proud, towards him.
“Hope you’re ready for this, baby,” the man says, somehow sounding like a promise and a threat at the same time. “I’ve been dreaming about your ass since you rode into my neck of the woods.”
Lighter eats him out like a man on a mission.
Holding him tight, Wise unable to shuffle forward to get away from the immense, tortuous pleasure, especially as his mouth is busy licking over Lycaon’s impressive cock. There was nowhere to go, and he wasn’t sure he even wanted to go anywhere. Not with a tongue and lubed fingers up his ass while the cock in his mouth twitches with each suckle he gives to it. Lycaon is content to let him be the one to control the pace of how much he takes in, rumbling barely legible words that Wise takes to mean as praise as sharp nails run through his hair and scratch delightfully over his scalp.
It's because of those nails that Lighter has taken on the job of preparing him, but Wise feels more like a meal being devoured as teeth nip over the roundness of his ass and a tongue shoves between the four fingers in his ass to lick over his delicate pink insides. Next time, they had told him, and Wise wonders how it will feel to have those slightly furred fingers breach inside of him patiently.
But Lighter was going a bang-up job himself, and Wise can’t help but press his hips back into the invading muscle, fucking himself back on the fingers and tongue. His cock bobs heavily between his legs, leaking precum onto the bedsheets below as it remains untouched. Between the two men his body is a livewire of sensitivity, but even as Lycaon reaches down to pluck at his nipples, it’s not enough to bring him over as Lighter manages to evade his prostate.
Horrible teases, Wise can barely process, not with his mind filled with cotton that soaks up any conscious thought that might sound intelligent.
It’s overwhelming in the best of ways. The few sexual encounters Wise has ever had were fumbling and quick, unsatisfactory in the end where he would be left frustrated, regardless of what gender the person was. It made a world of difference being with someone you actually had feelings about, and Wise can only attempt to relax his body more to accept the intrusions deeper, just to feel that build up of pleasure that evades being too much.
Lighter pulls away, giving his Thiren partner a rough grin. “I think he’s ready.”
“Understood.” Lycaon is gentle as he once against grips the back of Wise’s hair, pulling him off his cock with a pop and a gasp. “Are you ready, Wise?”
A thumb brushed over his mouth, and Wise can’t help but open his lips to trap it in the hot cavern and suck.
The single eyed gaze of Lycaon dilates. “I’ll take that as you acquiescing.”
Lighter leans back, pulling Wise to straddle his lap backwards, facing away from what he knows is a face filled with sensual intention.
“Let’s give him a show, darlin’,” Lighter mutters in his ear as he settles Wise nicely in his lap. “Show him that pretty smile.”
The blunt pressure pushes past the weakened resistance that had been worn down by Lighter’s fingers, settling itself nicely inside of his clenching body. Wise reaches up to anchor his arms around Lighter’s neck, body on display for the Thiren who watches quietly, intensely. Lycaon strokes himself gently, at odds with the way Lighter bucks his hips up and pulls Wise down into the cradle of his lap, skin smacking against skin.
Kisses line his shoulders, edged with teeth that nip at his neck to leave a beautiful collar of marks.
“God, Wise,” Lighter grits out between clenched teeth, “you feel amazing. Better than any fantasy.”
The words bite deeper than what any set of teeth can do, going past skin and muscle to anchor themselves into his heart and make it bleed. To drip all those horrible, intense feelings he has hidden away behind the curtain of trying to maintain a professional, friendly relationship. Lighter fantasizes about him. And judging from the way Lycaon nods along as he strokes himself, the Thiren does too.
An unknowing star, probably put in scenarios he would never dream of, could never even fathom.
And he wants to act out every single one of them now that he knows he has the leading role.
The position he is in exposes him completely to the Thiren butler, from his bouncing cock to where his body splits open to accept the intrusion of Lighter’s cock. The hot red gaze licks over him, appreciative and possessive in equal measure, as Lycaon sits there and watches like Wise is some cam boy on display.
Lighter isn’t gentle, nor is he too rough, his thrusting a perfect blend of the two that makes the sound of their skin slapping together fill the room. The man fucks like this is a fight, and he has to win, with hard punches and quick footwork that leaves Wise desperate as the cock inside of him teasingly misses the spot that makes him shiver every other thrust. There is thought to this, more than just shoving a cock inside and pulling it in and out, a dance he had never known the steps to until now, and Wise is keen to learn.
A chin settles on his shoulder, a hot mouth pressing tight to his ear. “I get you first, because big bad over there has a monster of a cock, don’t you, Lycaon? Don’t wanna make you lame after one round.”
Lycaon sniffs, offended, even if said monster of a cock lays twitching against his thigh like a dog called to heel. “You had no complaints about telling me how you wanted to see me destroy him, if you so kindly can recall.”
“That’s the problem with fantasies, they’re all unrealistic. But, mmm, the imagery is something I go to sleep at night thinking about,” Lighter reveals, his sharp smile pressing dull kisses along sweat-slicked shoulders. “Maybe one day you can show us, darlin’. Being stretched for hours on those big fingers of his, maybe take a break or two and make you cum a few times before he ever even thinks of fucking you.”
God, and Wise can imagine it. Can taste it in his throat from where the phantom cock rests.
Lighter chuckles. “He tightened up. He must like that idea.”
No, Wise doesn’t like the idea – he loves it.
It’s a culmination of every single filthy fantasy that he’s had of the Thiren since he had first met him. His dick had been chafed and sore for days after the Ballet Tower incident from how often he had touched himself under his covers at night – and sometimes in the toilet during the day or in the car when he had to travel.
And not to ignore Lighter, who had slithered into his fantasies wearing nothing but tight denim and worn leather, an explosion of hormones and flames that burned him from the inside out. And Lighter knew how to ignite those flames and let it burn hotter, let it burn white-hot as he fucks him slow and deep.
The gazes of both men are like a sensual touch upon his skin, flicking over his chest and towards where his cock bobs between his legs, untouched and angry from the lack of stimulation.
“We'll fuck you something good,” Lighter promises, voice gone low and growly. “Won’t give you a moment to think about anyone else. You’ll be addicted to us.”
The kiss pressed to his shoulder is more like a bite.
“Or maybe we’re already addicted to you. Just look at Lycaon there and tell me he doesn’t want to eat you.”
Wise shivers as he looks over to the third part of this odd situation, who sits almost lazily on the bed as he watches. But his posture belies the heat in his eyes, the sharpness of his teeth highlighted by the scattered streetlights that are able to make it through the drawn blinds as he pants lightly. A beast, Wise thinks, that is barely held back by a gossamer thin leash of control. Who looks over his body like it is the only thing that will bring him salvation.
“C'mon,” Lighter goads, wrangling Wise's legs up and out of the way to expose the area they are connected, where the muscle has gone pink and smooth from where it clenches around the thick cock. “Just imagine if you could fit.”
Wise has always known Lycaon as polite, if a bit distant. But the beast that prowls closer is a mere shadow of the butler, the kindness giving away to pure primal instinct as the wolf slides in close, sharp teeth nipping up his neck as his heavy cock slaps against the area where Lighter fits inside of him. Wise hiccups in surprise, the heat and weight of it unreal as it ruts messily forward, spreading precum over the tight muscle and his balls.
If Wise thought he would be limping tomorrow, he would be practically lame after Lycaon.
He can’t help but whimper as the tip of that monstrous cock pushes against the seam of his hole, a tease that almost makes him want to fall into temptation. To beg him to destroy him. But the fear wins out, and he whimpers at the insistent nudge against the already filled hole.
Lycaon’s ear twitches.
The nudging stops, and Lycaon takes his place to rut his cock against his, the shift of his hips erotic and almost inhuman as he grips them together in one large hand. Wise lets out a broken cry, one hand dislodging from the back of Lighter’s head to claw into Lycaon’s shoulder, his body unable to keep still as he fucks back onto the cock and then thrusts forward into the perfect vacuum of Lycaon’s hand.
It’s horrible.
It’s perfect.
It’s everything Wise has ever wanted.
Between the two larger bodies, he is given more control than he would’ve thought in this situation. They allow him to use them as much as they use him, to seek the pleasure he has long denied himself under the premise of professional boundaries. To claw their skin and leave marks, to drag a head down so he can lick hotly into their mouth. They easily bend to his will despite their greater strength, folding to his whims and wishes without a single word of complaint. Lycaon growls and Lighter curses, covering their pleas Wise can taste on the back of their throat.
Strong men who are so weak to what he gives them, and he laughs breathlessly.
“Is that all you can do?” he says cheekily.
A huffed breath of laughter coasts by his ear. “Baby is unsatisfied? Lycaon, seems we aren’t doing a good enough job of making him stupid.” Wise gasps as Lighter pulls out, head spinning as he’s readjusted to lay face down on the bed with his ass propped up. “Give him what he wants.”
Lycaon slides himself over him, his large body blocking out the light as Wise lays there, shivering with anticipation. The Thiren is a tease as he ruts against his ass, his inhuman cock a hot brand across the sensitive skin of his ass. The tip slides over the valley of his ass, up and down, the base rubbing harshly against the sensitive muscle that is hidden away.
Teeth press to his ear, and before Lycaon sinks inside, he growls, “I won’t be knotting you tonight, but I’ll make sure that next time, you’ll take it.”
The cock breaches inside.
Wise’s toes curl in the sheets, his body arching almost painfully as his body sings with explosive sensation. Lighter is there to run his fingers through his hair, whispering dark praises that fill his stomach with desperate want and desire, that fill his head with horrible fantasies.
“You look good under the beast,” the desert dweller comments, wiping down his cock with a wet cloth that he had produced from somewhere. “Like prey.”
It should not unearth thoughts of red capes and a crown of wolfsbane flowers upon his head, but Wise can’t help but fall into the fantasy as his body acclimates to the intrusion. Lycaon is patient despite the strain of his arms and the popping of veins that Wise can see through his watery eyes, waiting for him to adjust. He can feel the heat of Lycaon’s body pressed against his ass, a different sensation than normal human skin as the sharp hipbones carve their attendance into the supple flesh of his body.
When Wise has grown impatient, he reaches out to tap at the Lycaon’s wrist.
I’m ready.
He can feel the exhale of relief as the body above his trembles.
Being fucked by Lycaon is a different sensation than being fucked by Lighter. Neither was better, and each had their own intense pleasure, but Lycaon fucked like a beast on the edge of a rut. What starts slow and easy quickly turns into a harsh smack of skin against skin, the grip on his hips unyielding and keeping him pinned in place regardless of how his knees slide around. Like this was the only time he would ever be able to partake in his body, and he makes every second, every thrust worth it.
His other lover watches with a gaze heavy with unseen thoughts, tugging at his erect cock slowly as he watches Lycaon rearrange his guts. When he catches Wise’s look, he grins, steadying his grip on his cock.
“Wanna help me out, darlin’?”
Wise doesn’t remember what he says, but when the tip presses to his mouth his lips drop open to accept it. Oddly hungry, he hums as Lighter gently starts an easy pace. But it doesn’t stay that way long, not with the intensity in which Lycaon thrusts forward, pushing him to take more and take it deeper into his mouth, down his throat, until he is overwhelmed between the two men.
“Look at you,” Lighter croons, reaching up to thumb away an errant tear. “Doing so well. I think you deserve a reward after this.”
“A luxury no one else deserves,” Lycaon snarls, the human consonants tumbling like rocks into sharpened jewels. “Feed you, bathe you, keep you sated.”
“Maybe just keep you period. Would you like that, Wise? Want to be kept?” The voice lowers, a rumbling thing that only speaks of darkened nights rolling in silk sheets. “Or do you want to keep us? Wanna lock a collar around our neck and lead us around on a leash? Because I would let you.”
“Fuck,” Lycaon curses, the uncharacteristic crass language burrowing deep into Wise’s skin and making him clench. “He tightened up.”
“Ah-ha. Guess we found our answer. I admit, I do look good in leather and spikes.”
Time is merely a concept to him as he floats in this hazy world of almost suffocating pleasure. The abuse of his mouth and his ass are unerringly satisfying, the smack of the knot against his rim and the tickling of the cock in his throat makes him revel in the fact that it was him who has caused this reaction in both of these men. That they derived pleasure from his body.
So he is bereft when Lighter pulls out of his mouth, whining and leaning forward to reclaim it.
“I don’t think you’re quite ready to swallow what I have to give you, darlin’. But I’m more than willing to paint you in it. Rub it into your skin so that anyone with a greater sense of smell will know what you’ve done, and who you’ve done it with.”
Lighter’s strokes are almost too aggressive as he pumps at his cock, the muscles of his arms tight with tension as he nears his end. Sweat drips down the valley of his abs, over veins and thick skin that calls for Wise’s teeth, a sheen that makes his skin glow like some fallen sun god. And behind him, the companion moon snarls and growls as his sharp fangs coast over his shoulder, only a moment away from biting down and putting an end to this farce of sex to solidify what Wise knows to be a mating mark.
But the beast is still restrained, licking instead over his flushed skin as he settles hard and deep inside of his body as he starts to cum.
It’s hot.
Almost unbearably so.
For a creature so cool and collected, what he pumps into Wise is excruciatingly heated. Like he’s been branded from the inside out, cum, spit and lube trickling down his thighs as the Thiren reluctantly pulls out. Over his balls and his own straining erection that desires stimulation, the soft sheets unable to bring him over the edge.
Lighter is quick to pull him into his arms, scarred hands spreading his ass wide as he pulls him down onto his cock. Like this, facing each other, cock rubbing against Lighter’s torso, Wise knows he won’t last long. Not with a tongue in his mouth and a hot body that slides up to press against his back, clawed fingers reaching around to tug at his bopping erection.
The sounds have changed now, the sharp static of flesh now wet with the release that is pushed from his body by Lighter, who seeks to refill him with his own.
“Please,” he begs, choking on the desperate urge to finally peak his peak.
“Don’t worry,” Lycaon soothes, the growl gone from his voice. Now it’s a smooth baritone that slides down his spine like the tip of a dagger, a danger that he so desperately desires to slide between his ribs so it hits his heart. “We would never think of leaving you bereft or unfulfilled.”
Lighter laughs, licking over his mouth. “I can’t wait to see how far you can be bent before you break.”
Because this would happen again.
Wise can read between the lines, even as drunk on pleasure as he is where most of his thinking capacity is in his dick.
And it’s that thought alone that makes him cum, whimpering and arching as he paints the front of Lighter’s body with white. It’s so intense he blanks out, and only comes to as Lighter pulls himself out, cock spent and his own body spilling the boxer’s release onto the sheets. The remaining shocks of adrenaline leave him numb, making him drift and be unable to help as Lycaon lifts him as Lighter strips the bed of the soiled sheets.
Lycaon cleans him with a warm cloth as the bed is remade, where he is laid in the middle as the two men make their way into the bathroom. They are only gone for a handful of minutes, reappearing together and climbing on either side of him so that Wise can smell the soap he keeps stocked on their skin from their quick clean up.
Between their two bodies, the heat comforting and their words low as they croon praises into his ears, Wise falls asleep.
~*~
Lighter waits until Wise is deep asleep before he levels a smug smirk at Lycaon.
“Told ya he wants us just as bad as we want him.”
The butler sniffs, offended. “I had no doubt of his feelings. I just doubted he would ever act on them.”
“Well, now we can put a pretty collar on his neck and call him ours.” Lighter reaches out to cup Lycaon’s flaccid cock, grinning when he feels it fill his palm. “Wanna see him take this all the way.”
But Lycaon merely sighs, smacking his hand away. “Your wishlist of things you want is rather long.”
“Long like your di—”
Lycaon is quick to lean up and over his sleeping lover to shove his tongue down Lighter’s throat to shut him up. The man gags and groans, and Lycaon grips the back of his head tightly to keep him from wiggling around too much.
When Lighter is sufficiently subdued, eyes glazed and mouth wet, Lycaon lays back down on his side.
“Be a good boy and I’ll fuck you in the morning while Wise watches,” he says, voice low with promise.
Lighter’s teeth glint sharply as he bares his teeth in challenge. “You think I’ll just let you bend me over?”
“I don’t think.” His voice drops to a growl. “I know.”
“Or,” Wise mumbles, and both men freeze. “I can fuck both of you. Now go to sleep. Also, I want French toast in the morning.”
His voice drifts off, the rise and fall of his chest once more falling into a pattern associated with sleep. The tension falls from their shoulders as they look up at each other, giving a single nod as they curl their bodies around the cherished Proxy between them.
With their invisible leashes firmly in Wise’s grasp, they know that the morning will bring something new.